0 comments/ 30134 views/ 1 favorites The Family Reunion By: hotnreadynhorny Well it was that time of year again. I had to go make nice with all the old bats in hubby's family. His family is nothing but a bunch of bible thumpers. Don't get me wrong, religion is a fine thing, but I don't want to be a hypocrite, so I avoid it if at all possible. I hadn't seen my brother Lee in over a year. He went back to California, where he was stationed. We spent long nights on the computer chatting and having cyber sex. He promised me he would be back in June, and he was looking forward to seeing me most of all. The drive to Kentucky took forever. My father was the worse driver. He barely went the speed limit, and I was in a hurry. If I passed him up, I heard protests from hubby "But what if they break down?" All I could think of was "Good then that would be 3 less people to look at" We get to the park, and release the kids to go play on the playground. I scan the parking lot looking for the '76 Ford truck, that I knew was Lee's. None in sight, so I turn to greet the family. All I hear about is this person had a baby, and that person was pregnant, they got divorced, on and on, and on. They hummed like a swarm of bees. Not too many years ago I was the center of gossip. I can still hear them to this day "Thomas got a 17 year old girl pregnant, she's a slut, and going to ruin his career in the Marines. He is 20 years old, he should know better." 5 months later our son arrives, and I know the old bats were checking to see if he realy did look like hubby. I looked out over the play ground to see where the kids were. Then I hear it. I knew that sound. It was Lee's truck. I could see it over the cars in the lot. It took every ounce of self control I had not to run out there and attack him as he got out. He strolled over to the pavilion and did the rounds amongst the family. He started to walk over to me, and gave me a hug. He hugged the kids and ran to play too. He has always had a soft spot for children. I know he will make a great father one day. We all had a nice time. Around 4:00 the crowd started to thin out. There were only a few people left. Thomas and his sister started an ice water battle. I was happy sitting on the bench laughing my ass off at the fools, when I felt ice water go down my back. I didn't even look to see who it was I just tossed my cup of Pepsi. "you are so going to pay for that" I froze. It was Lee's voice. I got up and ran. He has a way of paybacks. He finally caught up with me, and in his hand was a watermelon rind. Oh God I hate watermelon. He tossed it at me, and it went all over the front of my shirt. That was it.. I declared war. We threw everything we could find, Kool-Aid, Pepsi, fried chicken. Then he picks up the other half of the watermelon. He comes at me, I was not fast enough, and he tackled me to the ground. He shoved watermelon all over me. It was in my hair, my eyes, my ears. As we laughed and I begged him to stop, I realized his leg was between mine, and I could feel my juices start flowing. We got up, we both were sticky, and covered with pine needles and grass. Thomas looked at us, and said there was no way I was getting into our new car like that. "Well I guess we will just have to go to the store down the street and get some clothes" I told him. Hubby handed me the Visa card, and Lee and I climbed into his truck. At the store we got some new, unsticky clothes, and some soap. We paid for our stuff and left. We went to the camp ground, where there were bath houses, and took a shower. I walked to the lot to find Lee standing in front of his truck with the hood up. "what's wrong with it, other than it says F-O-R-D on the front of it?" I asked. "Nothing, Just looking at something. If you make another comment like that, I'll make you eat the watermelon next time" He looked as good as ever. The thin scar was still visible on his stomach from his surgery the year before, and I traced it with my finger. His short hair was still wet on the ends, and clung to the back of his neck. He took my hand in his, and pulled me close. "God how I have missed you." He breathed in my ear. I shivered and he held me closer. We hesitantly broke apart, we needed to get back. We headed back to the picnic area, but somehow we got lost. Neither one of us could remember which way we came. We ended up in a secluded spot above the dam. Lee got out to get his bearings and try to figure out how to get back. I leaned out the truck window, "Lee look at the sky!!" "Damn, we are in for a hell of a storm" He got in the truck about the time the raindrops started to fall. He turned on the radio and pulled me next to him. He started to kiss my neck. I felt the goosebumps on my arms. God he knew just how to turn me on. We started to kiss, and I grabbed his cock through his thin shorts. He wasn't wearing any underwear, and I could feel the heat of him. He was hard as a rock. He took my shirt off and admired my big tits. He palmed them and felt their weight in his hands. He leaned over, and took first my right nipple, swirled his tongue around it. Then did the same to my left one. I had my hand down his waist band by this time and I stroked his dick and balls. I got on my knees on the seat, and Lee pulled my shorts and panties off. He reached between my legs, and stroked my hot snatch. "I see you still keep it shaved. And it is wet as ever" He slipped 2 fingers in me and thumbed my clit. I rode his hand while giving him a blowjob. He leaned his head on the back of the seat and moaned. I knew he was loving it. He laid me back on the seat and moved so he was between my legs. He stopped for a minute and just stared at my hairless wet pussy. "God it looks so good. So hot and wet. no other woman gets me off like you do. Your pussy is so tight and hot, Tom doesn't know what he has." I thrust my hips and his hard dick went in me. I screamed his name, as he pumped me hard. He leaned up, put my legs around his neck, and fucked the shit out of me. It was hard, and fast, and deep. I put my hand between us, and started to stroke my clit in time with his thrusts. I felt my orgasm start, and I could tell he was close too. I squeezed my pussy muscles, and stroked my clit even harder. I started to cum, and I could feel my juices run down onto the vinyl seat. Lee thrust one last time and I felt the familiar jerk of his cock. He spewed his hot cum inside me. He laid on top of me panting. We then heard a tap on the driver window. I looked over Lee's shoulder, "OH fuck!" "I don't want to look" Lee whispered. "Well you better get up and see what he wants, because he is wearing a uniform" I told him Lee got up slowly and rolled the window down. "Son I hope it was good, but couldn't you have found a better place to fuck?" the park ranger said. "Well this looked like a good spot as any sir" "Get dressed and get going, I'll cut ya a break this time." and the ranger walked off I started giggling, I couldn't help it. We got busted like two sixteen year olds in daddy's car. Lee looked over at me. "I wonder how long he was out there. Maybe he saw the whole thing" He said with a serious look on his face. My laughter immediately stopped. OH MY GOD, did the park ranger see us get it on? Then I started to laugh again. "maybe he's off to his jeep to get his jollies off now. He must get lonely out here. This is better than Cinemax" With that we got dressed and headed back to find the family, and think of a good excuse as to why we were so late. The Family Reunion READERS: Several have asked for more about Bill, Karen, and Gillian so here is another, but it is NOT about INCEST. If you would like to know more about the above trio I recommend you read: “Bill, Karen, Sue, Rick, and Gillian” as well as “Karen, Bill, and Gillian: Our Cruise.” Doing so will provide some helpful background and some additional reading material suitable to Literotica.com’s purpose. This is open for public comment; please give me yours. Bill: Romance, love, mutual sexual attraction, singularly or in combination can emerge anytime two people are responsive to the signals between them. Sometimes attraction and bonding are slow to develop while for others it is almost instantaneous. When Karen and I came together it was fairly rapid, but nothing like Gillian experienced when she met Mark. On a very unique Caribbean cruise they fucked, met, fell in love, and married in that order. While it might prove fun to read of those events they are not critical as we pick up the story. It is sufficient to know Mark and Gillian loved each other with an intensity experience by few, and with each other’s support they became successful individuals. Karen: They married in a rush; Gillian was only 18. I, and all the parents were concerned, but we all realized quickly they were perfect for each other. They were perfect for six years. In that time Mark assumed a position as a full partner in his law firm while Gillian completed her MBA. Unfortunately, not all good things last forever. I once heard someone say “Death is easy. It is the dying and afterwards that is hard.” We know that fact first hand and oh so very well. Mark’s cancer, a rare and extremely aggressive type, struck suddenly without any apparent advance symptoms. He and all of us, especially Gillian fought valiantly but in vain as he succumbed in less than six months; a young man taken down in his youth. Mark, from his youngest days was always forward looking, but he balanced himself with a realistic point of view. Throughout his illness he steadfastly looked toward the future even though he knew he did not have one, and as he sensed the end was near his driving concern was for Gillian. On the night before his death he extracted a solemn promise from her. We were all in the small hospice bedroom when in a whispered voice barely audible away from the bed Mark spoke to Gillian: “I love you and want to be with you, but we both know my time is near. Shush, let me talk. I know you will love me always, and you will never forget me, but I want you to promise me within no more than six months you will live again. Take the time you need to mourn for me, but I want you to go on with your life. Find another, love him as passionately as you love me, have children, and be happy.” He paused, and Gillian began to protest. “Gillian, promise this to me. Promise me you will do as I ask.” She made her promise, and his body relaxed as his mind was at ease. Before sunrise the next morning Mark passed away peaceably in his sleep. Mark’s passing was very hard on Gillian. She had not experienced the death of anyone close before, and for her Mark was closer than close. Over the next few months she moved in a shadow world between sorrow and duty, but as the end of the sixth month neared we saw a change in her. Her demeanor changed and we saw her emerge from her cell and begin to live again; she began to keep her promise. Trying to live again and doing so do not always go hand in hand. Gillian dated, and there were two or three she found interesting, but no one emerged who rang her bells or to whom she felt comfortable revealing her family’s unique relationship; a relationship that most of society decreed unacceptable, a relationship similar to what Mark had with his parents. As time passed Gillian began to feel she would never find anyone who could take Mark’s place. The family relationships were complicated, and any man who shared her life had to understand and accept what existed between her, Bill, and I. Gillian became emotionally and sexually frustrated. She was a young woman with a young woman’s drives but she had no place to vent them. Bill and I tried but the sexual contact we offered, while fun and physically satisfying was not what she craved. Our emotional and sexual support was not the type she required. Bill: The invitation to Mark’s family reunion brought mixed feelings. Gillian was tentative because she did not know how she would react at such a festive occasion just one year after Mark’s death. On the other hand Karen and I, as well as Mark’s parents, York and Marion knew it was exactly what she needed, and so using some gentle tag-team pushing and prodding the four of us convinced Gillian she could and should do this; it was something Mark would want. Most of York’s people lived on the other side of the state so naturally that was where the reunion was held. This was not what I thought of as a typical reunion. I always visualized a large get together in the city park, but the site for this gathering was about 50 miles out in the country at the farm of John and Mavis Brown; Mavis is York’s sister. The setting was beautiful with rolling hills, row upon row of corn nearing time for harvest, large shade trees, and a rock bed stream with clear water flowing into a large pond/swimming area and beyond that a huge fishing pond. Looking at the house from the front it seemed a usual two-story white clap-board farm house, but it was much more. This house was built deep rather than wide. It extended from the house toward the woods, and once there spread to encircle a court-yard much like a Spanish hacienda. The house encompassed over 4,000 square feet with the lower level for living while the upper level housed seven en-suite bedrooms with baths; accommodations for seven couples; no twin beds. Those were not the only accommodations. In addition to the house there were also five two-bedroom cabins and two three-bedroom cabins all set remotely on various parts of the property and each complete with a luxurious bath and small kitchen. While John and Mavis ran a working farm the bulk of their income came from a very profitable bed & breakfast business. On seeing all this I understood why the reunion was held here every year. Another aspect that seemed out of the ordinary to me was the length and timing of the reunion; four days from Tuesday thru Friday. I had seen such events run over a weekend, but never this long and never in mid-week. Think about it, what do you talk about with relatives for four days? Many of my friends, with regard to family visits said if it was not said in three days it did not need saying. Karen: We left home on Monday, stayed overnight in a nearby town, and arrived at the farm mid-morning on Tuesday. Marion and York were already there and they showed us to our cabin; one of the larger ones with a bedroom for us, one for Gillian, and the third was assigned but not yet unoccupied. Marion was excited to see us, and being slightly pushy directed Gillian to go take a swim and let the old folks talk. With Gillian barely out of sight I asked: “Is he coming? Is he already here? When can we meet him? Does he know about Gillian? What did you tell him?” “STOP, Karen!” Marion yelled. “Slow down girl. Let me tell you. Yes he is coming. No he is not here yet. You can meet him after he arrives. He knows of Gillian, but not about Gillian. All I told him is she’s Mark’s widow, and he will find her interesting. I am going to let him discover for himself how gorgeous, smart, sexy, and funny she is. Also, how sad and lonely she is.” It should be blatantly apparent coming to the reunion was more than just coming to the reunion. We four match-makers had a plan to help two people in need of help. The “he” is Marion’s cousin Ronnie Macon. He is much like Mark in personality, but his looks, education, occupation, as well as likes and dislikes make him much different from Mark. Gillian and he share two very important commonalities. One, they are single, but for him it was due to divorce rather than death. Two, they frequently share a bed with their parents and in Ronnie’s case his siblings. This latter aspect is a shared commonality among almost everyone at this reunion. Those family members who do not at a minimum openly condone the practice are not invited to this annual event. Instead they are invited to a two-day reunion held in late May at which the later summer gathering is never mentioned. Gillian: I knew something was up because Mom and Marion practically threw me out of the cabin. They had me in my most conservative swimming suit and out the door within 30 minutes after we arrived. It was smooth; a little too smooth, but I was not going to argue with them because I really did want to go swimming. While at the swimming hole I watched group after group arrive; some I recognized, but most I did not know. Among those I did know were Mark’s older twin sisters Jean and Jarred and their husbands Tyler and Pete, but they had not brought the kids. It struck me odd and I began to notice there were no children. The youngest people I saw were in their late teens and early twenties. Sometime near mid-afternoon a blue Suburban arrived. This car was out of place among the minivans, sedans, and occasional sports car as it dwarfed the cars beside it. As it pulled into the parking lot I saw it was a work vehicle with dents, scrapes, scratches, and lots of dirt. The windows were deeply tinted so the occupant was not visible until he walked around the back and headed to the main house. It was as if my knees wanted to collapse under me. He was beautiful. About six feet tall with sandy hair, and from what I could tell a good body. I am standing at least 40 feet away practically swooning over a man I have never seen before. Not only were my knees weak, but I sensed the crotch of my swimming suit was suddenly very wet where only moments ago it was dry. Something similar happened to me once before and in two days I was married to the most wonderful man I could ever hope to meet. Ron: Normally I do not attend either of the family reunions, and the only reason I came to this one was to get Marion off my back. She is a very sweet lady who will not take no for an answer and I knew she would not relent until I agreed to attend. Marion openly stated intent was to get me out of the shell I had put around myself. In view of that goal it was not difficult to figure out she was pushing hard so she could introduce me to someone. What, at first, was unclear was why it had to happen at the reunion, the fact we live on opposite sides of the state seemed a logical reason. The divorce from April was long and messy and ended with nothing but hate and animosity remaining when it was over. After that I had no interest in females of any species and I remained that way for a long time. Thankfully, my friends and family refused to let me stay at the bottom of my pity-pit. Within a few months they began to set me up with the perfect girl; many had tried, but not one of opportunities I was offered grabbed my fancy. Now I just took their efforts in stride. “Marion, why are you pushing so hard for me to attend this year?” I asked suspecting the answer before she replied. At first her answer was the usual, but then she said something to which I did not know how to react. In a very serious manner she said: “Ron, there is a girl I want you to meet. I am not going to tell you much about her other than Gillian is her name, she is 25, has her MBA with a good job, she was married to Mark, and she does not know about you.” The part about married to Mark blew me away. “Married to Mark! Marion, it’s only been a little over a year, is she ready for what you are trying to do to her?” Marion explained about the promise Gillian made, but other than that she offered nothing more. I drove to the farm knowing only that everyone said Gillian was gorgeous, and smart. The other thing I knew being married to Mark meant she understood and condoned incest. Being a guy I automatically check out females particularly when they have a lot of skin showing and several at the swimming hole were exactly that way, but it was the one wearing an extremely conservative green swimming suit that caught my eye. I had never seen her before and she was older than the others, but there was something more about her that drew my eye so much so that I had to force my head forward to avoid stumbling over things as I made my way to the house. In the front room, also known as the Reunion Square, there were lots of greetings, hugs, and the usual stuff of saying hello after many months, and in a few cases years of not seeing each other. It took a while, but finally someone looked at the chart and told me I was in the third bedroom of cabin 7. At that moment little did I know how very set up I was. As I went back to the “burb” to park nearer to the cabin I looked for the stunning woman, but she was not there. I stared hard and for several minutes to make sure, but she was gone. It was disappointing and left me wondering if she was a figment of my imagination. On cabin 7’s porch was a large swing in which sat Marion, York, and two others. After hugs, kisses, and handshakes Marion introduced me to Bill and Karen. The sly and subtle smiles and the looks they exchanged were noticeable, but after driving on non-freeways for five hours from Centerville my mind were not really focused on their antics. York took my one bag and showed me to a room on the far side of the open sitting area. He pointed out the shared bath, located between bedrooms two and three, but it was in use so we did not look inside. Instead I climbed into bed, turned on a movie, and fell asleep for a couple of hours awakening just as the sun was setting and someone was knocking on my door. I started toward the door when it swung open and there she was. Gillian: Mom sent me to make sure our cabin partner knew they were serving dinner in the court yard. Walking over to knock on the door it escaped my notice that she and Marion were watching intently from the little kitchen area. When he opened the door I do not know who was more shocked. I do know that only by pure will power was I able to remain standing erect; my legs almost buckled, and talking about it later discovered he was in as much trouble as I. Marion: I almost fell out of my chair watching the two of them come face to face. Karen was the same as we both had hands over our mouths trying hard not to laugh out loud. It was truly difficult to not embarrass ourselves. On one hand it was funny while on the other it was heart warming to see the visible attraction they had for each other. I knew it would be that way, or at least I hoped it would. Both of these people had so much to give and to gain being together. Karen and I quietly sneaked out and went to dinner leaving Ron and Gillian to find their way. Gillian: All I could do was stare, and when at last I tried to speak it came out as a stutter. What was happening? Shit, I knew what was happening, I was acting like a fool; my nipples were hard, my skin felt flushed, and my cunt was beginning to drip over a man I had seen once and who I did not know. After several moments, I do not know how many, with neither of us able to speak or move I at last gained some semblance of mobility and took a bold initiative reaching up to place my arms around his neck and to passionately kiss him. It took a moment before he returned the kiss, but when he did it was with an intense passion I have known from only one other. As we kissed our bodies molded to each other and I could feel every button of his shirt as they pushed into my chest. I could feel the snap on his jeans, and the lump is his pants as it began to harden then shift and grow until it was poking near the waist band. Never letting my mouth slip from his my hand slipped down between us to feel the outline of his erect cock. Acting brazenly, and without any indication of his approval I unsnapped and unzipped his jeans until that hard piece of him was within my bare hands to feel its warmth and hardness, and to smear the pre-cum around its top with my thumb. He offered no resistance as I took total more control and walked forward pushing him back into the room toward the king-size bed. We stopped when his legs backed against the frame. “I want you so badly, and I want you right now!” I whispered huskily when I removed my lips from his. His response was to rip wide the button-line of my dress making the buttons fly in all direction and exposing my braless tits. No man had ever taken me in such a demonstrative manner. His hands moved to my tits squeezing, mashing, and gently mauling the plump globes. Each of his thumbs rubbed across my rock-hard nipples sending jolts of pleasure along my spine. His mouth moved to a position where he was able to grasp one nipple at a time to suck and nibble on it. Then he squeezed my breasts together enabling him to bite both nipples simultaneously. This bite made me cum; not a huge one, but big enough. Breathing hard from my internal explosion I pushed him away and removed the remnants of my dress standing before is eyes wearing a skimpy piece of lace that barely covered my pussy lips. So brief and thin was it that my total lack of pubic hair was clearly revealed. He indicated for me to twirl which I did revealing the sides of the panty was naught but the thinnest of strings as was the part emerging from between my butt cheeks to complete the circle. For a moment I twirled to satisfy his curiosity, but now it was my turn. I stopped and by way of hand movement indicated it was time for the remainder of his clothes to disappear. Not hesitating a moment he pulled his shirt over his head exposing a tanned, finely muscled chest and abdomen, and then without fanfare he placed his thumbs into the waist band of his jeans and briefs and forced them down his legs. What drew most of my attention was the beautiful, hard, wide, long cock pointing toward his naval. The diameter was easily three inches while the length was seven or more. His cock was marvelous and something I intended to play with. No, my need was beyond intended; I hungered for it, and it had to happen right now. I reached out with my hand to again grasp his manly member. This time the realization struck that my hand could barely reach around it. No matter, it did not stop me from stroking up and down squeezing more and more pre-cum out the hole on top; pre-cum I had to taste. The man’s cock was bigger than my mouth could open so I could not engulf his cock head suck him, but my mouth and tongue were very busy sucking and lapping up the drops of sweet tasting fluid as they emerged. He lifted me to a standing position, put his arms around me, and threw us into the bed’s middle. He hovered above me then grabbed and ripped the panty from my body. My pussy lips were exposed, but I knew he wanted to see more so I spread my legs to fully expose the cleanly shaven treasure I was offering to him for the taking.. His face descended to my nether lips sucking them into his mouth; smashing them with the vacuum he created. He sucked so hard I worried he might rip them off as he had done my dress and panty, but in mere moments he released the pressure and delved inward. Nothing was subtle about his actions. His tongue forcibly sought out my clit and the entrance to my cunt striking them hard and frequently. He licked and sucked my entire vaginal plane until I screamed in ecstasy; then he went one step further. Grabbing my legs at the knees he forced them wide and upward until they rested on my chest. He could now see every bit of what was between my legs from clit to now revealed asshole. That hole was his target and he descended as if to consume it. He licked, sucked, and licked some more and finally forced two and maybe more fingers past the anal sphincter into my rectum. There was no pain. There was only pleasure as this action sent me over the edge and I experienced cum after cum after cum. The Family Reunion “Fuck me! Please fuck now! I want and need you to put your cock somewhere in my body! Please FUCK ME!” I heard myself saying those lascivious words and knew this man was like only two others who had accessed my deepest feelings. Only Mark my husband, and Bill my step-father had ever penetrated that deep into my psyche. The plea was there and he did as I begged. He let go of one leg to grab and aim his cock at point between my legs. Right now I did not care what hole he entered as long as he entered a hole. He shoved forward and his wonderfully hard, wide, long cock zoomed past the doorway to my cunt allowing his pelvis to crash against my clit. The entry and collision caused me to reach an orgasm plane as high as ever I had gone with any man and he kept me there as time after time he drove his cock into me causing my body to vibrate with the reverberations of his actions. His pounding drove me higher and higher up ecstasy’s ladder, but not so far beyond reason that I was unaware as his dick expanded in my cunt in preparation for his own orgasm. With every bit of concentration I could muster I clamped my love muscles onto the shaft of his cock causing him to leap across the threshold of enjoyment into pure orgasmic euphoria. The speed and fury of his thrusts increased until he screamed his release and lay still upon me. Both of us were breathing hard trying to come to grips with what had just happened. We did not know each other, but with wild abandon we had just, as the expression goes, fucked the shit out of each other. He had given me as good a sexual experience as I had ever experienced. While we lay there his cock was still in me and I could feel it begin to soften. It became softer and shorter until it escaped the clench of my cunt. As it departed I could feel our juices pouring from the hole between my legs. His fluid and mine created a sizable flood. After a few minutes of reverie and time to catch our breath he rolled off to my side then take me again in his arms and begin to gently make love to me. This was not sex or passion. No, this was a man making love to a woman, and I returned that love in kind. “Who are you?” He asked. “I’m supposed to meet a woman here and I sure hope you’re her. If not, well I guess she is just out of luck.” I paused for a moment before I answered. “My name is Gillian.” A shudder so pronounced I could feel it flew through his body at the sound of my name. Immediately I knew the woman he was to meet was me, and that destiny for each of us was forever intertwined. There was another presence in the room. Probably my imagination, but it seemed Mark was somehow in there with us. He was watching what he had wrought and giving to each of us his unconditional blessing. It is nothing I can prove but I knew he was watching and approving the match Marion had arranged at his direction. Until the reunion’s end we left the bedroom for only three things; potty and shower, food fixed in the kitchen, and after-midnight moonlit walks and swims. In those hours and days together we shared our passions, dreams, and the stories of our lives. There was not a subject we did not address, and even though we spoke of much we both knew there was still more to learn of each other. From the time we met until Friday we spoke to no one, but for all my parents it was neither a surprise, nor without complete understanding when they read the note I had written to them much earlier Friday morning telling them “Ronnie and I are going home.” The Family Reunion "Our Secret" generated controversy, compliments and confessions from mothers who had one time sex with their sons. The confessions were usually sent to my email. But the requests were the same: more stories where the mom/son relationship spins out of control and results in sex! One time only! * The family reunion was better than most. As usual it was held on the old family farm the family had inherited after the death of my grandparents. Uncle Harry had taken it upon himself to add some improvements. The old cinder block farmhouse was basically untouched. But uncle had turned the old barn at the far end of property into a communal shower. He had kept the tree shrouded lawn area intact. The family tents were pitched in the clearings formed by the various clumps of trees. It added an element of privacy. My tent was pitched adjacent to an old willow; mom and dad tent was just the other side of that same willow. Uncle Harry was making a nuisance of himself telling stories he had told countless times before. His wife, Aunt Ethel, while shushing him was making spectacle of herself in a swimsuit that was at least a size too small. Her enormous jugs pushed obscenely out of both sides and the top. And that was just my father's side of the family! At 47 my mom is a full figured bosomy woman. In her stocking feet she stands about 5' 9", maybe 170 lbs. Years ago I had peeked in her lingerie drawer and saw her bra size. She was a 36C then. As I watched her across the fire I could see she was a good deal larger now. I'd say she was 38 C to D. My mother's side was boozers. Despite the implied and express disapproval of their spouses, her brother and sister were doing their best to empty the accumulated liquor for the group. Trooper that she was, mom was doing her best to keep up with her older siblings. The title of their conversation could be: Incoherency! It was punctuated by interrupted sentences, slurred incomprehensible jokes followed by loud guffaws. Mom had reached the point where standing was not an option. She sat wide legged, her feet splayed in front of her. From my vantage point I could see that her cotton Bermuda shorts had pulled tightly against her pussy. In the shifting play of light and shadow caused by the blazing open fire, I thought I could see the outline of her sex. Her sweat stained tee shirt clung wetly to her emphasizing her large breasts. I mentally shook myself. A small smile found its way to my lips. I was perving my mom! Like most teenage boys, she had been the object of my early sexual fantasies. As I grew older and hopefully, wiser, she took her place in my mind as the mother figure that all other women must measure up to! Dad and I shared private jokes about mom, the casual drinker, trying to keep pace with her veteran drinker siblings. We had a little bet on whether one of us would have to walk her to their tent or could she make it alone. Privately I wondered if I would have to walk them both to their tent. Now I must confess I was doing my share of drinking! But like most drunks, I pointed out how much the others had drank while minimizing my intake! But we were all drunk! It was a good night. The hot day had cooled to a comfortable night. The arc of the Milky Way filled the sky on this moonless night. I sat next to my dad, Tom. The heat of the bonfire served only to intensify the effects of the alcohol. I watched as his head dropped to his chin, only to snap back as he fought sleep and alcohol. Dad is a paunchy 50 years old. At 6' 3" and a good 250 he is still an imposing figure. Since I had been back home I had figured out that he and mom weren't having sex much if at all. I mean my room is just down the hall and the silence at night was deafening! When I was still a teenager, they had provided lots of masturbation material with their loud lovemaking. Mom was a screamer and when dad used to hit that good spot, her screams echoed through the house! That was usually followed by shushing and giggles. Across the blazing embers of our fire, my cousin Anne caught my eye. She slowly and suggestively ran her tongue over her full pink lips, ending in a puckered moue. My cock stiffened at the promise of that lewd gesture. I puckered and blew her a kiss. Nervously I glanced around the fire. No one, especially her husband, Sam, seems to have noticed us. In some ways she was a carbon copy of my mom. But then all of the women on that side of the family were voluptuous. Anne used to tease me that she wasn't big but statuesque! We were both 22 and had been fucking each other since we were in our early teens. It had started with normal inquisitiveness and quickly graduated to some of the best sex we had ever had. We had shared our firsts: The first oral, our first 69, our first anal and, ultimately our first child. Our 4 year old daughter sat between Anne's husband's legs, her head against his thigh, sleeping peacefully. A pang of jealousy shot through me as I watched them. The fact that another man was raising my daughter hurt deeply. The added fact that he slept with my woman every night caused my jaw to tighten and my fists to clench. I forced myself to relax. I knew the decision to convince her then platonic boyfriend to fuck her and then tell him he had got her pregnant was the right one. The scandal of disclosing that our incestuous relationship had produced our angel, Susan, would have ripped the family apart. And the social stigma would have followed our baby for the rest of her life. Yes, we had made the right decision, but still it hurt. Before Susan was born, I left for college. The school was 8 hours away so my visits home were for Christmas and summer break. I found out about my daughter's birth in one of my infrequent calls with my mom. It hurt that I couldn't be there. In the intervening four years, Anne and I had stolen moments. During the summers there were more cheap motels than I can remember. When I was home for the holidays, there were passionate stolen trysts in the back seat of cars. Once, during the holidays, we had risked all for a quickie in the basement storeroom of my parents' house. We could hear the entire family celebrating 3 feet above our sweating bodies. Anne had leaned over an old dusty trunk while I plowed the depths of her married pussy. If they had been listening instead of partying, they would have heard the animalistic snorts, groans and moans of our illicit sexual act. If they had taken a few steps down the hall and even fewer down to the basement, they would have seen me invade that luscious tight ass. They would have heard the screams of our orgasms as we came together and I planted my seed deep in her anus. Another time I had stopped by their bungalow for a visit. Her husband offered me a beer and apologized for not spending more time with me. They were having friends over later and he needed to mow the grass. Anne and I exchanged pleasantries as we sat in her living room. We talked about school, married life and Susan. I held up my empty beer questioningly. Anne smiled broadly. She stood and walked into the kitchen. She turned to face me and lifted her house dress to her chin. She was naked under the dress. She turned slowly modeling her naked body for my eyes. Her breasts were larger because of child birth. She had stopped shaving because her husband preferred a full trimmed bush. She turned slowly so that her ass was towards me. She bounced and made her ass jiggle. She looked over shoulder and grinned devilishly. She let her dress drop and reached in the fridge and got me another beer. Later Anne took me upstairs to see our baby. She was sleeping peacefully in her crib. The burr of the lawnmower could be heard just below the window. I leaned over and kissed her lightly on her precious forehead. Anne and I embraced and watched our baby sleeping peacefully. We began kissing. Anne's tongue invaded my mouth. Our tongues dueled as our passion grew. I raised Anne's dress and squeezed her ample ass as we kissed. Both of our breaths were quickening. When I ran my hand between Anne's legs, it was drenched by her wetness. As her husband mowed the grass just below the window, we made out like teenagers. I pushed her against the wall and mauled her nipples with my tongue. I had two fingers jammed deep in her eager pussy when the baby started fretting. I stepped back and Anne picked our darling up. It was time for her feeding. Anne unbuttoned her dress and let Susie suckle. I leaned over and suckled the other teat. My hand found Anne's pussy again and I finger fucked her to orgasm while our baby and I suckled her milk filled breast. In fevered phone sex, we had planned this night. She would sneak into my tent after everyone was asleep. It was a terrible risk. All of the tents were pitched in a fairly tight area among the trees of the old family farm. The good news was her tent was fairly isolated from the others behind a few trees. The bad news was that mine was just a few feet from my mom and dad. The risk was considerable but our lust knew no bounds. My father was the first to call it a night. He said his good nights and staggered the few feet to his tent. He was followed by Anne and her husband and our angel, Susan. Gradually the group scattered to their tents. I finally made my way to mine. I was a good deal drunker than I had planned. But my dick was hard with the anticipation of Anne's visit to my tent. I woke in total darkness. The only light was the thin glow of the Milky Way on this moonless night. I heard the soft burr of someone snoring next to me. In the gloom I could make out soft outline of a female shape. I silently cursed myself. I had fallen asleep. Anne had sneaked out to meet me. She had probably tried to wake me and couldn't. Now she lay sleeping next to me. How long had she been here? How much time did we have left?? I shook her lightly and quietly called her name. She rolled to her back and mumbled something incoherent. The soft light of the stars outlined her body. The mounds of her breast were larger than I remembered. Her hips felt fuller. My incestuous lover had gained a few pounds I laughed ruefully to myself. I leaned over and took one nipple in my mouth and sucked it gently. At first there was no response. I transferred my attention to the other breast, sucking it while rolling the nipple of the other between my thumb and forefinger. That earned me a groan and a slight upward thrusting of her hips. I straddled her, balancing my weight on my knees and arms. From this position I tongued each nipple. Then I trailed my tongue wetly through her cleavage, down her abdomen to her navel. I paused there letting the hot wet tip of my tongue probe her navel. Oddly it was an outie. I recalled Anne's navel was an innie. Perhaps childbirth and time had forced it out. My sucking of it drew a groan from my love. I could tell my foreplay was arousing her. I could feel her hips thrusting up against my belly. The aroma of her sex filled the tent. I traced down her lower abdomen into the bristly thicket of her sex. My tongue moved lightly down the swollen wetness of her labia. She groaned loudly and made to say something. I shushed her. She giggled and shushed me back. Her voice was unrecognizable with lust as she slurred huskily: "I know, I know!" I slid down and invaded her pussy with my tongue. I launched an attack deep in her wetness with the hard tip of my tongue. Her hips thrust up, a deep moan issued from her mouth as my assault continued. In the gloom I saw her hands travel to her breast, she pulled hard on her nipples. I transferred my attentions to her clit. I used the tip of my tongue to duel aggressively with her hard little man in the boat. I flicked it repeatedly back and forth. I could feel her wetness streaming down my chin. I finally sucked her clit into my mouth. I eased two fingers into her now sloppy wet pussy. I aggressively finger fucked her while sucking greedily on her swollen clit. Anne went wild like she had never done before. She placed her hands on either side of her body and began thrusting her hips up with a wanton need. "Oh fuck!!" She groaned. I felt her hands clawing at my shoulder. Taking it as a sign, I turned and offered my dick to her. She inhaled it, sucking hungrily. She gagged as she tried to force more of my cock down her throat. I slipped two fingers in her pussy. Her hips bucked hard against my face. I felt that tingle in my balls. I was close to coming. I knew she was too as her clit continued to swell. We came together. I exploded in her mouth, pumping my seed deep in throat. Spurt after spurt filled her mouth and overflowed wetly onto my hips. Simultaneously she squirted hard and long, drenching my hair, invading nostrils and burning my eyes. We collapsed, breathing heavily. She rolled to her stomach, covered in sweat, gasping for breath. I rolled on top of her, my still rigid member settling between the mounds of her ample ass. I rose on my arms and began to saw my cock up and down between her perspiring cheeks. Again I heard the soft burr of her snoring as she dozed back off. No, my love, I thought, no sleep tonight. I have waited too long for this moment. I placed the head of my cock at the opening of her anus. We both loved anal! It added a layer of depravity to our illicit love. We usually had to do it slowly, allowing her to overcome her anxiety as I gradually entered her. But her drinking and our lovemaking had her so relaxed that I slid in balls deep with little effort. She woke on my second thrust. "Fuck!!" She moaned huskily. I forced her head into the softness of the down filled sleeping bag. I felt the rage of jealousy fill my heart. My breathing became labored as I envision her, my woman, my lover, the mother of my child fucking her cuckold of a husband. I leaned close to her ear and whispered hoarsely: "Does he fuck you like this? Does his cock fill your ass like mine does?" Her head rose and she began to slur loudly: "Whuh are....?" I reached down and covered her mouth with my hand. "Shhhhh!" I whispered urgently. I too wanted to scream as I plumbed the velvet channel created by her tightening sphincter muscles. But only thin layers of cloth separated us from the other tents, especially my parents. She took my finger in her mouth and sucked it hungrily. I leaned back. I raised my arm and brought my hand down sharply on her full ass. My lover grunted loudly and pushed back hard. I raised my other hand and brought it down in another vicious slap on her other ass cheek. She turned into a wild woman, mewling, snarling, I could hear her fingers scratching my mattress. I stopped and let her fuck my member. She was up to the challenge, redoubling her efforts, pounding and bruising my pelvic bone as she drove herself to orgasm. I felt her wetness hit my thighs as she buried her face and came with total abandon. Her thrusts slowed as she came down. I was exhausted from our exertions and the lingering effects of the alcohol. I rolled to my back, gasping for air. I was covered in sweat. I felt rather than saw my lover rise to her hands and knees. Her lips pressed hard against mine. I could smell the odor of stale alcohol as her tongue dueled with mine. Then she repeated the journey I had made down her body with my tongue with her own tongue. She kissed the hollow of my neck. Her tongue trailed down and across each nipple. She nipped lightly at each one, drawing a sharp gasp from my lips. That drew a sharp shush from her before she continued her journey down my body. When she reached my cock, I grabbed her head, trying to stop her. I knew the residue of anal sex covered my cock. I tried to stop her. She roughly slapped my hands away. She grabbed my penis at the root, her hand cupping my balls. Her tongue started at her hand and licked up my tumescent member. At the head she kissed and tongued my slit before going down and repeating this cleansing ritual of my cock. She straddled me. She reached back, grabbed my cock and slid it into her sopping wet hole. She lay on top. I gripped her large ass as she bounced frantically up and down. She whispered urgently in my ear: "Tom, this is amazing!!" Tom????' I reached over and flipped the switch on my Coleman lantern. In the blue glow of the 15 watt bulb, I saw my mother's face! Her eyes were closed. Her face twisted in a mask of wanton lust. Her hands were on my chest, her large pendulous breasts swinging invitingly above me. I was fucking my mother!! She thrust down hard driving me even deeper in her birth channel. I leaned forward and captured one of her swaying nipples in my teeth. Mom grunted loudly and continued driving toward her orgasm. My alcohol soaked mind tried to process what was happening. Somehow mom had entered my tent instead of hers. And now my dick was filling my mom's pussy. My come, my swimmers were going to begin that journey up her birth canal to her womb. I was realizing every boy's fantasy! I was fucking my mother. My come was in her belly! My cock had filled her ass and brought her to orgasm. If Anne was a great fuck, mom was amazing! Her lush body was made for fucking. I flashed back to her nocturnal screams when I was a teenager. Was she riding dad like this when she screamed? Or maybe he was fucking her ass like I did and that caused her screams? I reached up and grabbed both of her huge melons and squeezed. She moaned and her eyes popped open. The alcohol continued to cloud her vision and, I suspect, her judgment. "Joe, she said, Joe, is that you?" Her thrusts slowed but continued. "Yes mom it's me!" I thrust up hard once, twice three times. Mom grunted loudly. Her pussy clamped down as she drove us both to orgasm. I spurted deep in that pussy I had come from 22 years ago. Mom was still rocking back and forth on my softening dick. "Joel!!! Oh my god!! Joel!!!" "Mom, mom, be quiet!! Everyone will hear you!" "What the hell are you doing in my tent?" She whispered drunkenly. As she spoke she rose to one knee. She straightened one leg as she went to get off me. I watched as my cock popped wetly from her pussy. It was followed by the obscenely erotic sight of my come dripping out of mom's pussy and dribbling on my drenched pubic hair and balls. Mom's eyes followed mine. She covered her pussy with both hands. In my drunken state I wasn't sure if she was trying to prevent me from seeing my come drip from her or hold it in. "This is MY tent, mom! Somehow you ended up in here instead of next door!" "And we had sex! Oh jezuz I fucked my son!" She rolled to her back breathing heavily. Then she rolled to her side, that delicious ass sticking out. "Fucked my son!" she mumbled drunkenly. I waited for the thunder of recrimination and guilt. I waited for her eyes to flash with the lightening of anger and contempt. I knew the storm was coming. But what I heard was the loud drunken burr of her snoring. In the dim light of the lantern I could see the wetness of my pubic hair. I saw the trail of juices across my thigh, ending on the sleeping bag. I realized I was still drunk. I reached over and turned off the lantern. I scooted closer to mom, my semi hard cock resting comfortably in the crack of her ass. I threw an arm over her, cupped one beautiful tit and dozed off. I don't know how long I slept. But I woke with morning wood. My arm was still thrown over...who...the fuck was this?? Then it came back to me. Mom and I had fucked! The large ass my dick was pressing against was my mother! I reached over and turned on the lantern. Mom was snoring loudly. She had moved to a semi fetal position with her ass pushed out toward me. My rigid tool rested easily between the inviting pillows of her full mature ass. I sawed my dick lightly in that exquisite channel. Nothing! She kept snoring. I used one hand to raise one of her cheeks. Her anus appeared to be winking at me. Our dried juices matted her wiry thatch. The Family Reunion I wet my finger and experimentally eased the tip into mom's rectum. Her sphincters tightened reflexively. I slid my finger slowly in and out. She groaned softly. I leaned over and let my spit drool on to her anus and my finger. With the added lubrication, I added a finger. I curled my fingers slightly and began working them slowly in and out. Mom reached back and covered my hand with hers. I eased my thumb into her pussy. I seesawed my fingers and thumb, into ass, out of pussy, out of ass, into pussy. "Fuck Tom, what has gotten into you? Don't stop, I love...!" My mother jumped up to her knees. "What the fuck!!" She shouted. "Shhhhh mom!" "Don't shush me, young man! " "Mom, you are going to wake everyone up!! And the first question will be what you are doing in your son's tent with his dried semen on your pussy!" Mom's eyes were as wide as dinner plates, but she got the message. "Jezuz, Joe, what have we done??" She whispered platively. I realized that while we weren't as drunk as we were, we were still under the influence of the alcohol. Why else would we be having this relatively restrained conversation about the incest we had committed! "We had sex, mom! And dam good sex too!" "But I thought you were your father!" "Yes mom!" She absent mindedly rubbed her ass. The revelation washed slowly over her. "You fucked my ass!! And then I...!" Her eyes widen as she stared at my semi hard tool. "Oh my fucking god!" mom moaned despondently. "I never even did THAT for your father! Or anyone else for that matter!" I sighed heavily. "I guess the real question is what now?" Unexpectantly mom tittered. She pointed at my cock. "You are huge!! It will be days before I can walk normal!" I was confused and it must have shown on my face. Mom rolled to her hands and knees. "For now, young man, you are going to finish what you started. I wanted to feel that massive piece of man meat in my ass and pussy one more time!" I rose to my knees and moved toward my mother's ass, my dick rigid with anticipation. Mom groaned loudly as the bulbous head of my cock again entered her fantastic ass. She looked back over her shoulder. Her face was twisting into that mask of wanton lust as she felt me slide deeper into her anal chute. She raised a finger to puckered lips. "Shhhhh, she whispered, this is our secret!" *** The night was turning to a grey dawn as my mother left my tent and took the short walk to where my father lay sleeping in their tent. Her wide legged gait caused me to snicker. She turned and stuck her tongue out at me. Then she twisted one balled up fist in one eye then the other, giving me the universal pantomime for: I'll give you a black eye! I laughed and crawled back in my tent. Soon I dozed back off. I was up early. I made my way down to the communal shower. I could hear women chattering in the female part. The water felt good after my night of drinking and strenuous sex. As I exited the shower, I met Anne. We hugged each other spontaneously. Without a thought to where we were, I wrapped my arms around her. "I'm sorry!" She wailed. "Susie got sick and I was up all night with her!" "It's ok baby, it's ok! How is she?" Before she could reply, I heard someone behind me. I turned and looked into the wide eyed stare of my mom. Then revelation began to creep across her face. "You were waiting for Anne last night!!" I nodded weakly. Mom's mouth fell open. She was traversing a mental route that was leading to the ultimate truth. "And Susie is not only my grandniece, but my granddaughter??" Anne and I nodded weakly in unison. Mom struck her forehead with the heel of her hand. "Well, fuck me!" She whispered in wonder. Then she looked at me and began to giggle. The giggle turned into a nervous laugh. I raised a questioning eyebrow. "Hopefully, she murmured wistfully, touching her belly, she won't have a new cousin!" Anne looked at each of us in confusion. Then her mouth fell open as the recognition of what had happened slowly came over her. "You don't mean that...! I mean you and your mom didn't...?" In unison mom and I nodded I our heads, "Oh my word...oh my word!! What a mess that would be!!" Anne mumbled. I called to mom as she started back to her tent. In the distance I can see our family members beginning to stir. I raised my finger to puckered lips. "Shhhhh, our secret!" Mom nodded and waved her arm in the air without turning around. "Hopefully, baby, hopefully!"