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Midwest Mom

By: whatnow221



Chris looked out the window of the plane as it circled around the medium-sized midwestern city that he called home. He took a deep breath and enjoyed thinking about absolutely nothing. He was not the type that generally took much time just to do nothing. In fact, he couldn't remember the last time he was so beat, and longed to have nothing on his mind for a few days. Fortunately, thats all there was to do at home. 

For his whole life Chris had moved from one goal to the next, tackling every obstacle with a seemingly inexhaustible supply of energy. He worked hard in high school to get into a good college, and he worked hard in college to get into a good law school. And after three years of law school, he studied hard to pass the bar. His hard work had been rewarded. He had a great job lined up in New York. Fortunately, he had almost two months off before he was scheduled to start working. He was glad. Unlike many other law students, who took the opportunity to go visit exotic places, Chris was in no mood for adventure. He was perfectly content to go home and worry about nothing except baseball and reading some good fiction.

Chris got off the plane and walked down the corridor to meet his mother, Sandy. As he picked her out of the crowd he was filled with warm feelings. Her smiling face showed that she was also quite looking forward to seeing her only son. Chris noticed that Sandy was wearing a white tanktop tshirt, tucked into black shorts shorts. Chris was well aware that his mother was a very attractive woman. She was about five and a half feet tall and she had strawberry blonde hair. She also had fairly large breasts, which he sometimes imagined would be slightly more than a handful. She also kept herself in great shape. As a result, she had always been able to wear summer clothes to great effect. Even pushing 50 years of age, she had a flat tummy and her legs looked like she was in her 20s. 

Chris embraced his mother, feeling her soft breasts crush against his chest through her bra. She pecked him briefly on the lips and took his hand as they walked to the baggage. They chatted easily, and Chris could feel the tension accumulated over the summer of intense studying start to slip away in the presence of his mother. He felt nothing but comfortable with her, and he was certainly glad to be home.

They drove home with the windows down, letting the air cool them instead of using the AC. It was about 80 degrees and sunny - a beautiful day in late July. Chris took in the familiar sights as they drove along. In addition to the parks and schools, Chris' attention was drawn to his mother's cleavage. His eyes were initially drawn by the glint of the simple gold cross that his mother always wore. It settled nicely just where the clefts of her breasts began to rise. His eyes followed the inviting lines to take in the three inches of exposed flesh. He appreciated the way they shook slightly, with the bouncing of the car. He tried to be careful not to stare too much, but he was out of practice and his mind was not sharp. Her eyes caught his as he drew them away from her chest. He caught the beginnings of the smile on her lips as she refocused her eyes on the road. Chris chided himself silently and tried to keep his eyes off of his gorgeous mother. But he couldn't help himself and with one last peek at her chest he thought he saw her nipples beginning to poke through her bra and tshirt. He started to harden at the thought of it.

When they got home, his mother opened the door to their big, empty house. His sister still lived in the city, but she attended college and lived apart from his parents. Chris' figured his father was still at work, unable to enjoy the wonderful summer weather. 

"Why don't you take your stuff upstairs and get relaxed. I'm gonna start on dinner," Sandy suggested.

Nodding in appreciation, Chris hauled his bags up the stairs. Reaching his childhood room, he lay down on the bed and let the happy thoughts associated with home spill through his head. He loved it here, what with the big midwestern rooms and large yard of their corner suburban lot. He let some of the good memories of his childhood wash over him. Strangely, he found himself thinking about his mother. He recalled an image of her wearing a white bikini at the beach, and how he had watched a bead of sweat trickle from her collarbone down into the depths of her cleavage. Or the time he was burying her in the sand and he was able to make out the outline of her vagina lips through her bikini bottoms. Or how she looked with her breasts bouncing in her sports bra as she jogged around the block. 

Chris quickly opened his eyes and adjusted his hard cock so it didn't show. Where were these thoughts coming from? He had nothing but respect for his mother, and he had always appreciated her beauty in what he thought was a platonic way. Why did he have these memories of her pussy lips or her bouncing breasts now? He didn't remember thinking about her in a sexy way when he first observed these images. But there was no doubt he was thinking of her in a sexy way right now. Maybe I'm just stressed and happy to be home, he thought. He also noted that he hadn't had an orgasm in quite a while, and he hadn't gotten laid in even more than a while. The stress of passing the bar had put getting some action on the back burner. All that saved up sexual energy must just be coming out now that I'm done, and my mom was the first woman I saw, he told himself. 

But a part of Chris' mind told him that his rationalizations were just that. His balls were tingling and the tip of his cock was extremely sensitive. He brushed his hand over his penis and felt it respond. He considered having a jerk, but he decided against it. He enjoyed the feeling of sexual energy, but even more than that, he liked how exciting he found these newfound thoughts about his mother. Part of his mind told him that he shouldn't be thinking about her body. But a much deeper part of him was thrilled by the new and taboo subject matter. 

Without thinking too much more, Chris jumped up off the bed and headed downstairs to the kitchen. He found his mom at the sink, peeling carrots for a salad. Her butt wiggled as she made the effort to scrape the carrots clean. As she whipped around to greet him, Chris quickly moved his eyes away from her butt and he smiled at her somewhat awkwardly. He had never had to think so much about not oggling his mother. But as he moved to meet her gaze, a feeling of ecstacy swept through his body - she looked absolutely gorgeous. The rich, muted light of the summer evening streamed through the window behind her highlighting her beautiful features and reddish-gold hair in a way that melted Chris' insides. The moment seemed to resist the movement of time. Chris was overwhelmed by the feelings he held for this woman, feelings that he had always held deep inside, but which were now pouring through the barriers of his consciousness. 

"How about a beer?" Sandy asked, breaking through the transcendent moment and bringing Chris back to reality.

Realizing that he was standing with his mouth agape, Chris moved to compose himself.

"Sure mom. I'd love a beer," Sam said, noticing that his mother had a glass of wine going. He didn't remember her drinking very much, and thought that this must be a new habit. 

As Sandy bent down to grab a bottle from the lowest shelf in the fridge, Chris did not miss the opportunity to watch her shorts ride up into the crack of her butt, exposing her long and firm thighs all the way to their nexus. Chris' cock was at full attention. His whole body seemed to be infused with sexual energy, coursing outwards from his cock. Never in his life had he felt so alive with sexual energy. Unfortunately, he didn't have anywhere to release his sexual frenzy for the next couple of months. But if his subconscious were speaking, it would say that there was only one object for his growing passion, and she stood only feet away from him.

Chris sat back and chatted lightly with Sandy as she continued to prepare dinner. He filled her in on his life and she listened with interest as she continued to prepare dinner. The beer felt good, and he loved hanging out with his mom. The growing realization of his mom's sexuality added to the pleasantness of his surroundings. Each movement she made in the kitchen brought new sexual thoughts into Chris' mind. She was preparing hamburgers to cook on their patio grill, and Chris was admiring her legs as they tensed while she formed the patties. 

Just then, the phone rang and Chris moved to answer it. It was his father, Rob. Chris was glad to hear his voice, but he was not as upset as he might have been at his father's news that he would be staying late at the office. After catching up some, Chris left his dad to his work and hung up the phone. 

Sandy, having heard one side of the conversation said "I'm sorry your father can't make it home tonight. At least Diane will be here so your homecoming isn't just you and me." Chris didn't think homecoming alone with his mother sounded bad at all, but he was looking forward to seeing his sister.

Chris then went outside and started up the grill. He was glad his parents kept a charcoal grill instead of a gas one. He liked the ritual of getting it started and the smell of the coals, not to mention the taste of good outdoor barbecue food. He used an electric starter and piled the coals around it so they would begin to brun. Then he went back inside and found his mom sitting at the table. She had refilled her wine glass, and he decided to get another beer. He suggested that they go outside and enjoy the evening while the grill heated up. 

Sandy and Chris sat down in the chaises longues on their patio and appreciated the gorgeous evening weather. There were few bugs, it was a perfect temperature and the neighborhood was alive with the sounds of kids playing and adults gathering in their yards. 

"BethAnn looks like she's pregnant again" said Sandy, nodding across the street at a woman who was watching as three young children were racing around on skateboards. 

"What is that number four for her?"

"Yah, and she's not even Catholic like we are" said his mom. Chris had never considered his parents views on birth control. They were hardly strictly religious, although they did attend Church every week.

"Hah - I bet you and dad would've had more than two if you were strict Catholics!" Chris replied.

"Just what are you suggesting young man? That your pious old mother would commit a sin such as using birth control?" she asked, taking mock offense. Just the idea of his mother talking about sex had Chris rock hard. His body pulsed with sexual energy. He wanted to keep on the subject of sex.

Chris turned to look at her and joked, "I have no doubt you are as pure as the Virgin Mary, dear sweet mother." Her legs were drawn up against her, holding a pose that showed the back of her legs all the way up to the start of her butt. He pretended not to look.

"No way man - the Virgin Mary missed out on the fun part." Chris couldn't believe they were directly talking about sex. They had never done so before. He wanted his mother to show him her fun parts, and in only half a day that desire had come to consume him.

"But only twice, right? And definitely only for propagation." Chris said.

Sandy stood up, and leaned over Chris as he sat in his chair. Her necklace dangled tantalizingly between her breasts, which he could clearly see as they sat cupped in her bra. She touched his nose playfully, locked eyes with him, and with a sly little smile, she said in a husky voice, "twice that you know of." Sandy then turned her back to him and walked bouncily over to check the grill.

Chris, for the second time that day, was speechless, barely able to deal with the intensity of feeling he had for his beautiful mother. He sat on the chair with a dumb look on his face, coming to grips with the way his mother was seemingly flirting with him. He could not recall any other time when she had so brazenly revealed her tits to his view. 

Snapping out of his reverie, Chris heard a crash followed by his mother screaming "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!! Shit!" Chris snapped out of his reverie at the sound of his mom's high pitched, ear-piercing scream and use of a curse word. The whole neighborhood turned its attention to the patio. 

Not used to dealing with grills, Sandy had caught her leg on the cord of the electric coal starter as she walked towards the grill. She had tripped on the cord and as she fell the red-hot piece of metal was pulled from beneath the coals and landed on the back of Sandy's arm and her back causing a nasty burn and singing her shirt black where it touched.

Chris quickly jumped to action. He grabbed his mom and led her inside to the sink, where they ran cold water over her burn as best they could. It was hard to reach that part of her arm and water splashed everywhere, getting Sandy's shirt quite wet. Chris gave up and prepared an ice pack to place on the wound, worried as he watched her fight away the pain with a grimace. After a few minutes the pain started to subside and Sandy started to feel more embarrassment at her clumsiness. 

Meanwhile, Chris was entranced with the new views of his mother. To better place the ice pack Sandy pulled the singed strap to her tshirt and bra over her shoulder. Chris noticed the area around the burn was red, but it didn't look too serious. He also took the opportunity to take in his mom's breasts, which were clearly outlined against her wet tshirt. Her right breast was partially exposed as the held her tshirt away from her skin in the back. Chris could not help but take in the gorgeous sight of his mother's partially exposed breasts. As Sandy turned to ask for his help Chris quickly averted his eyes.

"I need to get this thing off" she said. It took a brief moment for Chris to understand. When he grasped her request he tried to conceal his excitement.

"Sure mom, here" he said, as he moved towards her.

She grabbed the bottom of the shirt with her left hand and Chris took hold of the other side and they lifted it over her head. She stood in the kitched, clad only in her bra, with only one strap holding her bra on. She was flushed and uncomfortable so Chris did not want to take advantage of looking at her charms. But he couldn't help it and kept sneaking glimpses of her mostly exposed bosom. 

"Surely you know how to work one of these" said Sandy. She was holding the strap away from her burned arm and shoulder with her left hand and she couldn't reach the bra clasp with her right hand. Chris realized she wanted to take her bra off as well. Just the thought sent waves of pleasure from the bottom of his spine through his whole body.

Chris' hands shook as he reached out and tried to undo the bra. He never thought he would be taking off his own mother's bra. He fumbled under the pressure of the situation. He didn't want to tug on it any more than necessary to unclasp it, but he couldn't quite get it unhooked. His mom let loose a bit of a chuckle at their situation, easing the tension and allowing Chris to finally unhooked her bra. When she had eased it off and over her shoulder she turned to face her son. He made no effort to look away from her beautiful orbs. Her nipples sat on ample aureolas, which were flushed a dark pink. Sandy's ample tits swayed gently in front of her only son. There was some sag to her breasts, but they still somehow pointed upwards. Chris was transfixed with his mother's display of sexuality. Sandy tossed the bra at her son, saying "here's your prize, big guy" before she pranced up the stairs. 

Chris had barely collected his thoughts when he heard his mom call him from upstairs. He went up and opened the door to her bedroom and realized she needed help treating the burn. Of course, she still had no shirt on. Chris could barely believe his luck as he put aloe on his finger tips and gently applied it to her distressed skin. After he had amply covered her burn with the soothing aloe lotion, his mom turned towards him, making no effort to conceal herself and kissed him on his lips. She didn't open her lips, but their lips met for a beat longer than usual. 

"Thanks, hon" Sandy said before she moved to her closet. Without asking him to leave, she pulled on a loose-fitting shirt, without a bra. Her shirt was made of silk, probably the lightest fabric she could find in order to not aggravate her burned skin. But the result was a very clear outline of her breasts very well displayed to Chris' view. 

Chris had a raging hard-on. Moreover, he felt tingly all over his body. It was all he could do to resist the urge to reach out and stroke his mother's breasts and kiss her soft skin. But instead he resisted. He grabbed her hand and they went downstairs to salvage their coals and cook a late dinner.

When they got downstairs there was a message on Sandy's cell. It was from Diane, saying she wished she could be home to see Chris, but she was struggling with a paper and needed to stay and finish it before the due date. 

"Just as well. Not like I was able to cook anything anyways," Sandy said, somewhat discouraged about the failure to make Chris' homecoming dinner special. Of course, it had become special in another way. 

Chris poured his mom a big glass of wine and took the burgers out to cook them himself. Neither of them was very hungry but he decided to cook the burgers so they didn't go bad. Meanwhile his mom made a salad for two.

When Chris returned with the burgers, his mom was setting the table, and had lit several candles. The soft light once again made her appear almost otherworldly beautiful. She was also getting slightly flushed by the wine, which she was taking in big gulps in the hopes of diminishing the pain of her burn.

Chris poured himself a glass of wine and sat down. They sat next to each other instead of across from each other and Chris paid more attention to Sandy than the food. Meanwhile, Sandy's inhibitions had dropped considerably, and she seemed to be enjoying this new kind of attention from her son. Chris was also almost painfully aware of her unconstrained breasts and his eyes were drawn to every movement of her prominent nipples beneath her shirt.

Finishing her last bite of hamburger, Sandy turned to Chris and suggested that they open another bottle of wine and move to the other room to watch TV or something. Chris watched her slightly intoxicated steps and followed her to the other room.

"Should we check on your wounds?" he asked. 

"Yes. I could probably use another application of aloe" she replied.

Chris went to get the aloe lotion and when he returned he found his mother topless, waiting for him. He was already hard and he did not miss the fact that she noticed his condition.

"Sit behind me here on the couch" she said, as she scooted forward some. As Chris swung his leg over her his cock practically stabbed her in the face, but she barely flinched. 

He put aloe on his hands and started to gently apply it to her burns. When he was done, he started to rub her back gently. She sighed and moved forward. As she did, Chris no longer was leaning against the back of the couch and balancing on his feet. Instead, he slid down and his hard cock pressed firmly against the small of her back. There was not much room for his arms so he started rubbing her shoulders and neck. As she responded with oohs and ahs, he started to rub higher on her neck and around her ears and temples. She was obviously enjoying the treatment. 

Then, as Chris rubbed her face gently, she leaned back into him. He felt her press with her back against his rigid penis and without a conscious thought his hands fell to her breasts. She sighed. He was in heaven. He oh so gently ran his palms over the nipples, feeling them rise to meet his gentle ministrations. Then he firmly held her breasts in his palms and lifted and squeezed their heft. She leaned her head back on his shoulder and his lips found the sensitive spots between her ear and her neck, kissing and breathing on her as he caressed her body. He reached down and ran his hands slowly down her sides and up again, once again cradling the breasts that were the first thing he knew in this world. He continued rubbing her up and down with his hands, and he rhythmically thrust his cock into her lower back, enjoying the pressure. 


Midwest Mom Ch. 02



Chris could sense his father was upset and was overwhelmed with feelings of guilt. He couldn't see his father but he could sense his presence on the other side of the room. He wanted to reach out and see what was wrong, but he couldn't tear himself away from the pleasure. Chris reached down and felt his mother's silky hair, and realized her mouth was the source of his pleasure. He could feel his cock being squeezed, but the feeling was rough and somewhat uncomfortable. He grabbed her hair harder as he approached an orgasm. Then he opened his eyes and realized he had been dreaming. 

Tossing the sheet off of himself he saw his boxer shorts were painfully twisted around his raging hard-on. He had woken up right on the verge of orgasm. Chris thought about finishing off with his hand, and he would have, but the events of the previous night flooded into his mind, and he decided to leave himself in a state of heightened sexual excitement.

Chris stayed in bed for a bit and read a magazine. He could hear the sounds of his mom, Sandy, already awake and moving around downstairs. He couldn't wait to go down and see her, and maybe feel her. But he also enjoyed the feeling of having nothing to do and lolling around in bed in the morning. This was what he came home for after all.

After he had paged through an old copy of the New Yorker, Chris headed to the shower. As he got up he marveled at the size of his erection - the after-effect of his dream. Perhaps he was imagining, but he thought he could faintly smell the sex of the night before as he reached down and fondled his cock and balls. Although tempted to go down and see his mom, he decided he didn't want to risk running into his father or sister with a raging hardon. 

After showering Chris threw on a loose pair of sweat pants and his longest t-shirt. Such preparations were necessary since his cock just wouldn't quit. All through the shower his cock was pointing straight up and at attention. Getting dressed he pulled his cock up and pulled the elastic strap of his pants over it. Down boy, he thought. With his t-shirt hanging down, nobody could tell he had a boner, hopefully. 

Holding back his anticipation at seeing his mother, Chris tried to stay calm as he descended the stairs. In the kitchen he found his mom sitting at the kitchen table. She was still wearing her nightclothes, a purple silk top and matching bottoms. Chris' heart fluttered as he compared the picture of his beautiful mother, who seemed so respectable and demure, with the images of her pushing his cock down her throat and pushing her pussy into his face for him to lick and suck. 

"Morning, hon. D'you sleep well?" asked Sandy.

Chris wasn't sure if anyone else was around, so he acted like a normal son. That is, a son that had not fucked his mom the night before. "Yah, it sure is good to be home."

Sandy got off of the stool and stood up, turning to face her son. The top two buttons of her silk nightshirt were undone, exposing her skin and the tops of her cleavage. Her strawberry hair was pulled back in a ponytail, although a few stray hairs escaped, giving her a casually sexy appearance. She smiled warmly at Chris and he could detect a playful twinkle in her eye. "I bet its good to be home" she said, and he did not fail to detect her innuendo.

With that Chris stepped closer to her and dropped his hands to her waist. He could smell the scent of her soap and it was driving him wild. She let him step in towards her, but as he tried to grab for her waist, she twirled around and walked away towards the counter. "What would you like for breakfast?"

By now Chris was pretty sure they were the only two in the house. His mother wouldn't be playing around like she was if his father or sister were around to see. "You," he said. "I want you, mom."

Sandy's heart melted at the earnest expression of desire from her son. She had intended to keep things on the level this morning. After all, Diane would be there in about 30 minutes. But from the moment he entered the kitchen, the way he looked at her had her juices flowing. "What exactly do you want to do with me, darling?"

Chris could sense an opening. "Mom..." he didn't quite know how to say it. "I... I wanna have sex again!" he blurted. 

She liked that he didn't mince words. There were no games any more. He wanted her and she wanted him. Sandy could feel the lubrication seeping out of her pussy, probably already coating her lips. Without saying a word, she turned around and put her hands on the counter behind her, exposing her ass to her son. "Well, if that's what my son wants" she said fetchingly. With that, Sandy pushed her ass out invitingly, and looked over her shoulder at her son. She was allowing him to fuck her from behind, right there in the kitchen.

Chris moved into her and hugged her, kissing her neck and taking in her wonderful scent. Sandy let him roam over her upper body with his hands and nuzzle against her neck for a moment. She could feel his cock pressing into her backside. But there were still two sets of clothing between them, and they couldn't linger with it this time. "Honey, your sister will be home soon, so you should probably get down to business. This should be a real in and out operation here."

"Is there any other way?" Chris joked. But as he said that he was already pulling down his mother's pants and panties and reaching for her pussy. He found her primed and ready to go, so he pushed down his sweatpants and pushed his penis between her legs. He rubbed the top of his shaft against her slit, allowing the moisture to accumulate. Then he bent his knees and positioned the head of his dick at her hole, before pushing up and filling her. He heard her gasp as she was invaded by his member, but he remembered her warning and he didn't hesitate to pull out and piston into her again.

Before long Sandy was gasping at the pleasure of her son's tool pushing deep into her quim while his strong hands grabbed her breasts and squeezed them as he moved up and down behind her. This time he was in complete control, and Sandy loved the feeling of abandoning herself to his powerful thrusts. This was not any slow buildup to a large orgasm. Instead, she was moaning through a series of mini-orgasms as her son continued to rip into her. Her cunt felt like it was expanded to its maximum and when her muscles clenched with pleasure she took pride in the friction her old body could still provide for a young man. 

In what seemed like no time Chris pushed as deep as he could into his mom's pussy, lifting her on to her tippy-toes as he deposited his load as deep as possible into her. They both stood there gasping for a moment in the afterglow of their energetic morning fuck. As Chris made a move to pull his still hard cock from her hole, she touched his hand softly and said "Wait a sec hon, stay in there for a moment."

She bent her knees slightly and, keeping her son firmly plugged into her pussy, she reached down to grasp her panties, which were collected at her ankles along with her pj bottoms. Sandy pulled her panties on and pulled them all the way up in front. "Ok now" Sandy said, and as her son pulled out, she quickly pulled her panties over her pussy.

"Can't be leaking your goo all over the place while we have a nice family breakfast, now can I?" said Sandy as she turned to her son and kissed him firmly on the lips, letting her tongue slip only slightly against his teeth before retreating.

Sandy turned to the sink and rinsed her face, trying to disguise the flush of her sexual excitement. She knew her daughter could pull up at any minute. For his part, Chris turned on the overhead fan, hoping to dissipate the smell of their coupling. Luckily, it was very nice out and they had the kitchen windows opened. In fact, if somebody had been paying attention, they could have seen Sandy's face in the window while she was being plowed by her son. 

Before Sandy could finish slicing two grapefruits, she heard the engine of her daughter's old automobile pull up to the front of the house. 

Chris was pleased that his erection had finally subsided, seemingly for the first time in a few days, by the time he opened the door to greet his baby sister. Diane got out of the car and bounded up the front steps to meet her brother. As her daughter's mother, Diane could hardly fail to be attractive, and she didn't. She had curly black hair and a lithe body like her mother. But Diane's breasts were much larger. Diane's face was more cute, whereas her mother's was classically beautiful. In place of Sandy's high cheekbones, Diane had somewhat pudgy cheeks, with a smattering of freckles and fuller lips which drew the eye to her beautiful, and ever present, smile. 

Diane almost burst into her brother's arms for a hug. Her large breasts unselfconsciously mashed against his chest and she pulled herself into him with genuine affection. As the hug ended, so did Chris' bonerless streak as he felt himself begin to harden in response to the touch of his sister. 

"Oh my God, Chris! Its so great to see you!" Diane gushed in her sing-songy girly voice. Chris didn't usually like the sorority girl type. But Diane was able to moderate her girliness with a sharp underlying intelligence. As a result, her lapses into valley-girl tones implied all of the playfulness of the stereotype, with none of the vapidity.

"Its nice to see you too Diane. Its been too long since I came back to visit."

Diane grabbed her brother's arm and pulled him into the kitchen. As they entered, Chris watched carefully to see if she detected anything of their fucking just a few minutes before. He caught an almost imperceptible pause and he thought he saw her nose flinch just slightly as she entered. 

"Hey mom!" 

"Hi honey. You interested in some waffles?" Sandy said as she placed grapefruit halves on the table for the three of them. 

"Yah definitely. I was basically up ALL night writing this stupid soc paper. I could definitely use something besides Diet Coke in my tummy!"

Chris marveled at his sisters boundless enthusiasm. If he were up all night there was no way he'd be bouncing around like she was, but she had always been that way and it was part of what he loved about her. She was just a fount of endless positive energy. 

Chris and Diane sat at the table and started to put too much sugar on their grapefruit like when they were kids. They chatted and laughed in an immature manner that Chris missed. He never indulged in such silliness away from home while he posed as a serious law student. He was really enjoying himself. 

Bringing over the first batch of waffles, Sandy placed them on the table and pulled up a stool. Chris noticed that his mom sat on the edge of the stool and crossed her legs. He thought about the state of her pussy. Chris imagined how his cum had coated the gusset of her panties. In fact, he thought, his mother could probably feel his gooey sexsap as she sat down. Chris' dick responded as he indulged these dirty thoughts about his mother.

In fact, Sandy certainly was aware of the copious amount of cum she carried around in her undercarriage. While Chris and Diane had reunited, Sandy had noticed that her panties were quickly soaked with the semen slipping out of her cunt. She had dropped a finger into her pussy and realized that her pussy was full up with her son's fluids. She couldn't believe it! It felt like she had taken a douche full of semen, which she supposed she had, in a way. Sandy had figured that her panties would be enough to keep Chris' cum from leaking out. But she should have remembered how he had filled her mouth twice last night before petering out. When she walked she could feel her thighs slip against each other, lubricated by the mixture of sex juices that was badly contained in her pussy by her cotton panties. 

By the time her kids had come into the kitchen, Sandy had gathered herself. She licked her finger clean and started to feel absolutely naughty about how she would have to serve breakfast while she practically waded in her son's sexual discharge. Perhaps it was because he was fucking his mom that he emptied his balls so completely. Or perhaps her son was always this prolific. These thoughts were doing nothing to calm the sexual charge she felt pulsing through her every nerve fiber. 

As Sandy brought a batch of waffles over to the table, she thought about how she would possibly sit down. She worried that if she sat down regularly, the come could leak through her pants and betray her condition. So instead she crossed her legs and tried to clench her dripping cunt as much as possible. She ended up sitting sort of on the side of her butt. 

While she let her two kids goof around with each other over breakfast, Sandy's mind drifted to the unbelievable sex and the constant reminder of the sticky substance that she harbored. She realized that she was as turned on as she had ever been in her life. Crossing her legs and clenching her vaginal muscles was bringing her off! But she couldn't uncross her legs or stop clenching for fear of the potential torrent of semen. As a result, she was racing towards orgams, and she could do nothing to prevent it. She felt a bolt of electricity gather from deep in her love canal and ripple out through her whole body. Goodness, she thought. She was spontaneously orgasming over breakfast!

Diane looked up from pouring syrup on her waffles and noticed that her mother was flushed and her eyes were glassed over. It looked like Sandy was in another world all of the sudden, in a way Diane had never seen from her before. 

"Mom, are you alright?" Diane asked, snapping Sandy back to reality. 

Fortunately, Chris stepped in and provided a better excuse than Sandy would have come up with. "Oh yah, she's just drugged."

"What?" asked Diane, incredulous at the thought of her mother using drugs.

"Yep, mom decided to have a wrestling match with the firestarter last night. She's been popping aspirin like there's no tomorrow." Chris was lying, but Sandy was proud of his quick thinking nonetheless. Although she wasn't quite sure how taking aspirin explained the appearance she projected while she orgasmed at the breakfast table.

"Oh no, what happened?" a concerned Diane asked. 

"Oh its really nothing. I burned my arm and shoulder, but its not serious. Just a little painful."

"That sucks mom. Lemme see." Diane didn't give her a chance to say no. Instead she scooted over and pulled the back of her mom's shirt up.

"I don't see anything," said Diane.

"Because you're looking at her back, not her shoulder, you tard" Chris rejoined immaturely. In response Diane pulled Sandy's shirt up even more, exposing her mother's entire back.

Sandy felt totally exposed. Her daughter was basically pulling her shirt off, while she sat awkwardly with her legs crossed on a stool because she didn't want to leak all her son's sperm out of her quim and reveal that just a few minutes earlier she had been leaning over the counter and enthusiastically taking her son's big cock from the behind. 

"Ouch, that looks bad, mom. No wonder you're popping some pills - I would be too." Still Diane had not let Sandy's shirt drop. The effect of her lifting it up was to almost expose Sandy's breasts in the front. 

Sandy was about to ask her daughter to lower the shirt, when Diane caught sight of the burn on the back of her arm. The burn on her arm was worse than the burn on her back because her back was shielded from direct contact with the burning metal by a shirt.

"Oh no, look at your arm, its bubbling!" gasped Diane, and in her curiosity and surprise she lifted her mother's shirt all the way over her head, exposing Sandy's entire back and arm in the back, and exposing Sandy's beautiful bosom in the front. Diane felt helpless, and to make matters worse, her shirt was blocking her vision. She felt like she was losing control.

"Diane!" snapped Sandy. "Please lower my shirt. You're exposing my breasts to Chris!"

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to," said Diane somewhat sheepishly. She had let the excitement of the morning get the best of her and she hadn't intended to disrobe her mother in the kitchen. It was the surprise of seeing the bad burn that caused her mistake.

But even as she apologized, Diane noticed something weird about Chris' reaction to his mother's flashing tits. He seemed a little bit too comfortable with his mother's nakedness. As she replayed the episode in her mind, she realized Chris had briefly taken in her breasts, but with an expression more of embarrassment than surprise or curiosity. It was almost like he shared in the secret of what his mother's breasts looked like. His reaction was more that of embarrassed boyfriend than surprised son. At the same moment, Diane made a connection with the unusual redolence she had noticed earlier: the kitchen smelled of sex! 

Could it possibly be her mother and brother had recently fucked, right out here in the open? It seemed impossible, but over the years Diane had grown to trust her keen senses and her intuition. Plus, it would go along way to explain her mother's strangely withdrawn contentedness and her brother's confident good mood. Wasn't that how men and women usually reacted to a good fuck? If it were anyone besides her brother and her mother she would have sworn they had just fucked. But since she couldn't be sure, she decided she had to probe some more. 

"I hope you got some aloe on that burn pretty quickly mom," Diane ventured.

"Oh yes," said Sandy. Then she paused and seemed to consider before adding, "Chris helped to apply it."

"Did the damn thing just burn through your shirt?"

"Yup - Its totally ruined. My bra too. Both were singed." Now a picture was starting to form in Diane's mind. She imagined how the accident could have possibly caused mother and son to cross forbidden boundaries. Plus, it seemed natural. Diane had heard that women peaked sexually in their 40s, and there was no question that Chris was an attractive sexual specimen. He was attractive, well-built and had the same type of quiet composure and confidence that she herself found attractive in men. Perhaps her mom had the same tastes? Her mom could have been feeling let down in bed and the opportunity to hump a young stud was too much to pass up. Diane was becoming more confident. She smiled inwardly at her detective skills.

"Wow. I really missed a lot of excitement last night, didn't I?" As she stressed the word "excitement" she looked at Chris. He didn't change expressions, but Diane thought she caught a brief note of defensiveness in his eye. 

Sandy sensed her daughter's change in mood from silly to inquisitive. She could almost feel the wheels turning in her daughte mind and she decided to get up and put the rest of the waffle batter on. Unfortunately, as a result of sitting down and having an orgasm a decent amount of sperm had collected in the gusset of her panties. As Sandy uncrossed her legs and shifted her weight in order to stand up an audible "SQUISH" sound resounded through the kitchen. Sandy blushed and tried to quickly move to the other side of the kitchen.

But the facts of the situation did not escape Diane's steel-trap mind. What she just heard was the final confirmation of her theory and it caused her to react impulsively. Diane immediately stood up to follow her mother across the kitchen and she saw the stain of what must have been a combination of manly and womanly cream on the back of her mother's silk pajama pants! 

Diane stood in the middle of the kitchen, consumed with strange feelings. She felt disgust. But underneath it she also felt curiosity. And, although she didn't consciously realize it, underneath the curiosity was a fiery lust, stoked by the discovery of her mother and her brother having fucked just minutes before she arrived. Had she been composed enough to realize it, Diane would have noticed that her pussy was tingling and becoming moist with sexual excitement. 




Midwest Mom Ch. 02



With the same impulsiveness that caused her to expose her mother's chest, Diane, her face set with determination and indignation, walked up to her mother from behind. She quickly reached her hands to her mother's sides, grasped the pajama pants and yanked them down. In response, and out of sheer surprise, Sandy turned around quickly. The result was that Diane, who was still bent over from pulling down her mother's pants, was confronted with her mother's messy underwear at eye level. 

Sandy's white cotton panties were translucent from the gathered fluids. Semen and pussy fluids had also seeped down the inside of Sandy's thighs. Diane gaped in astonishment as a glob of thick fluid started to form a drip at the center of her mother's panties, right where her sexhole was located. As the drip slowly gathered momentum towards the floor, Diane dropped to her knees. She was not consciously aware of her actions at this point. She was simply reacting to the inner sexual compulsions that had been stimulated by her taboo discoveries. Diane vaguely knew she was in a state of abandonment, acting purely out of sexual drive, but she did not care to stop and think things out. She was simply overcome by the captivating scene of her mother's sexbox and the accompanying smells. 

Still without fully considering the situation, Diane reached out and cupped her mother's messy vulva. She felt the pulsing warmth of her mother's quim, and the huge amounts of sperm gathered on her panties, thighs and also surely, inside her vagina. Diane had had sex before, but had never encountered this much of a mess after someone came inside of her. Her mind flashed on the idea that they had somehow involved another man, or had sex multiple times in a row. Neither thought did anything to calm the fire in her own loins.

Sandy and Chris could do nothing but look on as Diane grabbed the sides of her mother's panties and pulled them down. Strings of cum trailed from her mother's pussy opening as the underwear unstuck and was drawn away from the skin. Now the gap between Sandy's outer lips did not reveal her red inner pussy lips, as it normally might. Instead there was an obvious accumulation of white goo slowly sliding out of the now unblocked passageway. Diane put two fingers together and dipped them into her mom's vagina, drawing out another glob of her brother's semen. Simply fascinated by the amount of the stuff, Diane wiped the glob off on her mom's thigh and went back to push her fingers even deeper into the gaping vagina. This time, her fingers felt the walls of her mom's pussy violently contract as Sandy cried out in pleasure. "Ohhh-oh-oh my god!" gasped Sandy, while her daughter's fingers stimulated her pussy to yet another wracking orgasm. Diane looked on with her fingers in her mother's pussy, as the legs in front of her wobbled, struggling to support her body amidst the torrent of pleasure. 

No longer driven by suspicion or disgust, Diane yielded completely to the pleasure of getting her mother off. Diane had never touched a woman intimately before, but from her own masturbations she knew what would be pleasurable for her mom. Keeping her fingers buried in her mom's sloppy hole, Diane moved her lips to her mother's clitoris and firmly kissed it. Then she opened her lips and tongued her mother's pleasure button, while she sucked it gently. She could taste the salty semen overlaying the more unfamiliar taste of female sex. Diane's mouth effected a complete overload of stimulation for her oversexed mother. Losing all control, Sandy shrieked and gasped as the orgasms followed one after another, each one more devastatingly intense than the one before it. Finally, Sandy's knees completely buckled and she slid down the front of the counter, collapsing in a heap near her kneeling daughter.

Diane gathered herself and came to realize that she was kneeling on the floor, with two fingers still stuck in her mother's cunny, while her brother looked on with a mixture of utter shock and sheer delight. As usual it did not take long for her to decide on a course of action. She gently removed her fingers and grabbed her mother by the forearm.

"Come on, help me with her," Diane said to her brother.

They removed Sandy's pj's and panties from around her ankles. Diane let Chris hold on to them, as he appeared to be interested in their contents. Then they both took an arm and led their astonished mother upstairs to the master bedroom. After helping Sandy lie down, Chris simply stood there, with his cock obscenely tenting his sweatpants. 

Diane, of course, was the more composed, despite the fact that she was newer to incest than her older brother. "Well then, I suppose we have some catching up to do" she said as she reached out and grabbed her brother's member. They both looked down at Sandy, who was sitting up now, smiling at her two beautiful children.

"Come here, you two," Sandy said as she scooted to the other side of the bed. "I want to be able to watch."

Chris looked down at Diane and brushed her hair back with his hand. He pulled her into a deep, wet, very unbrotherly kiss, mashing lips and tongue against one another. Then he grabbed the bottom of her button-up shirt and pulled upwards with enough force to smoothly pop all of the buttons off and pull the shirt over her head. Underneath, her huge breasts were constrained only by a tight-fitting t-shirt, with her obviously excited nipples clearly outlined by the thin, strained fabric. Chris quickly dispatched the tshirt with similarly animalistic passion. He was unconcerned with anything besides revealing the naked body of his gorgeous younger sister. Diane meanwhile shuffled out of her shorts, revealing no panties, and almost as quickly, but with less vigor, she pulled off her brothers remaining clothes. 

Sandy watched as her two children disrobed. Diane's breasts were a sight to behold. They seemed to defy gravity, as her nipples proudly pointed up, capping a mountainous amount of flesh that, for all their heft, appeared buoyant and firm. She also noticed her daughter's inner pussy lips were peaking out, revealing her sexual excitement at the prospect of fucking her handsome brother. 

As her two kids moved to the bed, Sandy watched as Diane lay down and spread her legs lasciviously, offering herself for her brother's pleasure. Diane's hand reached down to stroke Chris' cock, but his cock couldn't get any harder, or bigger. Its bulbous purple head looked like it could not possibly fit into Diane's demure, well-kempt pussy. But as Sandy looked on, that's just what happened. 

Chris' passion had been building throughout the mind-blowing breakfast scene that unfolded before him. Now his mind was intent on nothing but the rising pleasure in his loins as he pounded into Diane's tight, sweet pussy. With each thrust into her pussy, liquids sloughed off of the sides of his cock by her tight pussy, causing a bubbly sex-milk to accumulate on the edges of Diane's pussy lips. Watching intently, Sandy was mesmerized by the disappearance and reappearance of Chris' cock. Impulsively, Sandy reached out to scoop some of the accumulation on her daughter's lips, and greedily fed it to herself. Her daughter tasted delicious.

Otherwise, Sandy was content to allow the young sibling lovers to pound away. Her only intervention was to softly rub Diane's neck and ear, for which she received in exchange a smile and a wink from her beautiful daughter. Chris was lost to this world, striving only for release. The conspiratorial smile of mother and daughter confirmed their illicit joy at harnessing the sexual beast that they hadn't realized had been hidden in their plain sight. No jealousy was apparent, as both women felt joy in the other's sexual satisfaction.

As Chris approached orgasm he pistoned in and out of Diane with an almost unbelievable ferocity. His muscular frame used its entire advantage with each stroke, causing the bed to shake and shiver under the rhythmic pressure. Diane had never been fucked so hard. Her legs were spread as wide as possible, and with each of her brother's strokes, she lifted her pussy slightly to allow him the deepest possible access. His cock almost touched her cervix at its deepest. And Diane thrilled with each stroke as his pelvis slammed into her clit, eliciting small involuntary shrieks of pleasure from the back of her throat. 

Soon the sounds grew to a crescendo as Chris's cock was no more than a blur of activity thrusting into Diane's quim. Diane's little shrieks rounded out into a sustained gutteral moan, indicating that the buildup of lust had peaked in a momentous orgasm for the young girl. Her whole body shook as the pulse of pleasure drove outwards from her sexual epicenter. Sandy observed her daughter's shoulder's push back, thrusting her jiggling breasts upward as she reveled in her pleasurable full-body muscle contractions.

The orgasm caused Diane's pussy to clench tightly around Chris' cock, driving him to the final level of lust, from which he could not return without orgasming. During those few seconds of the final wave of pleasure before he came, Chris ferociously pounded her box. Then finally, his muscles tightened and he shoved into her as deeply as he could. There his cock bobbed and jerked within her tight confines, flooding her small pussy with his semen. 

When Chris finally collapsed in relief and exhaustion he landed softly on her bountiful breasts. At that Sandy moved over to stroke and kiss both of her sweaty, but satisfied, kids. While they recovered from their exertions Chris stayed on top of Diane, and his cock remained inside her pussy, and their mother nestled up close beside them. The almost undifferentiated tangle of bodies and skin emitted a collective chorus of satisfied hums and mews. 

While Chris and Diane floated together through their post-orgasmic dream universe, Sandy, who had had some time to recover, began to wonder where all this might be leading. Chris' homecoming had proven to be a powerful sexual awakening, and one that Sandy was surely grateful for. But she was already considering what consequences might be in store for her very loving family. 



Midwest Mom Ch. 03



Rob pulled into the driveway of his attractive suburban house and sighed. He was proud of the life he was able to provide for his family. He wasn't rich, but as a successful lawyer he provided a very comfortable livelihood for his wife Sandy, and their two kids, Chris and Diane. Stepping out of the car and surveying his front yard, Rob stopped to appreciate the scene in front of him. As the sun descended, the sprays of light became red-orange, with hints of purple purple. Summer cumulus clouds served as lanterns, soaking up the heart-warming hues and dispersing them over the suburban landscape in front of Rob, burnishing the houses, well-kept yards and picket fences with a deep, romantic glow. Still, Rob did not seem to be lifted by the image. His shoulder's sank and he sighed even as he took in the resplendent suburban combination of natural beauty and civilized orderliness. 

Rob's son Chris had just come home from New York where he had recently completed his training in the law. And Chris' presence brought his daughter home from her new residence at a nearby university. Rob knew he had been blessed by his children. Each time his colleagues voiced various grievances about their kids, Rob swelled with pride on the inside in the knowledge that his children had few shortcomings. They were both attractive, intelligent and sensitive. Surely he had his beautiful wife Sandy to thank for their upbringing as well as their genes, and he counted her as a blessing as well.

Rob knew his life was the envy of many, but he had recently begun to question his priorities. As his kids grew into adults themselves he realized he hadn't let up one bit at work. He still worked 60 hour weeks, and that was when he wasn't busy. Since his children reappeared at home it pained him more than usual to be whiling his time away in the office, when everything he worked so hard to attain was at home, without him there to take part.

These troubling thoughts caused Rob's brow to furrow and his pace to slow, in the manner of a man deep in thought. Meanwhile, Diane and Sandy stood next to each other at the bay window, observing his ill-concealed mood as he approached the front door. Neither one spoke, but they were each equally aware of Rob's condition. They felt badly about their incestuous indulgences taken behind Rob's back. They felt like they were hoodwinking the one man to whom they owed their opportunities for such a pleasant life.. Still, there was no easy fix to these troubles. So they kept silent as they watched Rob move through the luxurious light towards them. 

Rob entered to find Sandy and Diane waiting for him in the front hall. His mood shifted dramatically as he laid eyes on the two beauties. Diane broadly smiled upon greeting him and approached for a firm hug. She seemed to squeeze him tighter than usual, not bashful about pressing her large breasts into his chest. He had missed her presence while she spent most of her time at school. In fact, he couldn't remember the last time he was treated to her enthusiastic embrace. Her infectious warmth almost immediately erased the worries he'd accumulated upon arriving home. Diane yielded to Sandy, who briefly pressed her lips against his. Rob could also hear the sounds of a baseball game emanating from the TV room. It certainly felt good to be home, thought Rob.

"We winning?" Rob called to his son. Chris was fanatical about their hometown team, keeping close tabs on them even while he lived on the East coast. Rob made a mental note to check at work to see if someone had good tickets for sale for while Chris was home.

"Nope. Down by one, last ups. Our bullpen is a disaster -- gave up three in the eighth." Rob didn't really care, but he was glad to hear the frustration in Chris' voice. He liked to see his son's passion in evidence, even if it was spent on something so frivolous as baseball. 

Rob headed upstairs to change out of his stuffy work clothes. He was looking forward to putting on some shorts and a t-shirt and relaxing with a cold drink on their patio. He hoped his wife planned to cook out tonight. He really regretted missing the barbecue they planned two nights ago. An emergency developed at work and he had only just now managed to put out the fire for his client.

Taking off his shirt and pants, Rob stood in front of the mirror. He was getting older, there was no doubt about that. Gray hair lined his temples and his face betrayed some lines of age. But he felt good about his physical fitness. He kept his stomach flat by jogging each morning and doing situps on a regular basis. 

Sandy sneaked into the bedroom as her husband was changing. He seemed preoccupied with his image in the mirror, and stood somewhat listlessly in front of it. It was as if he was caught between admiring his still attractive image and wondering whether it even mattered. A pang of guilt accompanied that insight. She knew they were no longer the pair of sexual dynamos that they were in the past. They had sex at most once a week, and often it went much longer than that. Although she knew it was natural for passion to dim with age, she still felt somewhat culpable for failing to keep him sexually interested. After all, her passion with respect to her son and daughter didn't appear dim, not with the way they had gone at it over the last two days. 

As Rob's mind wandered behind a blank stare directed at the mirror, he was surprised by his wife's hand, which crept into the front of his boxer shorts. She lifted her chin onto his shoulder and stared into the mirror with him. Simultaneously, she wrapped her cool fingers around his flaccid cock and began to delicately manipulate it. 

"Why hello there," Rob responded with some surprise. He hated that he was surprised by this display of spontaneous affection, but he had to admit it didn't happen quite so often these days. 

"Hi dear, welcome home," Sandy responded. Rob's cock grew, responding to the sultry tones in his wife's voice. It felt good to have her spontaneously pawing at him like she had often done long ago. His eyes instinctively flitted towards the door, which was ajar. Keeping sex from the kids was second nature to him, as he had yet to adjust to their recently emptied nest in this respect.

"Mmmm. Why thank you. It certainly is good to be home," he managed, but his mind wasn't focused on the banter. He was feeling good about his now hard cock and his wife's skilled hand moving up and down over it. 

Sandy curled her fingers around the base of his penis in a backhand grip and used it for leverage to swing him towards her. She knew the pleasure for a man of being led around by his cock. They kissed. It was a familiar kiss, but there was an energy there that was not so familiar any more. Perhaps it was the unexpected timing. It also flashed through Rob's mind that their kids could walk in, or by, at any minute. He didn't follow that thought very far, but his eyes once again shot towards the unclosed door.

Their tongues wrestled back and forth, as they took turns playfully defending against each other's incursions into the other's mouth. Then she withdrew and lay tracks of kisses up and down his neck all the way to his sensitive earlobes, and then down over his shoulder, before returning once again to lock eyes with him. She continued to keep hold of his cock, keeping it at attention with the periodic squeeze or caress. There was small risk of his penis deflating though, for Rob was hotter than he had been in quite some time. Once more his eye was drawn to the crack in the door. At this, Rob noticed that his wife seemed blithely unaware of the open door. Perhaps this also contributed to the unusual rise in his sexual temperature. Sandy had always been extremely conscientious of shielding their children from exposure to their parent's sexual activity, taking very few risks in that regard. Fondling in front of an open door was something she'd never ventured in the past -- at least not with the kids around.

Rob moved his hands over his wife's beautiful breasts. With surprise he noticed she had no bra on underneath her t-shirt. This was strange. Had she been on display in front of the kids like this? He figured she must have been, and it shot another jolt of sexually-fueled adrenaline through his system. He loved the feel of her unconstrained orbs. They were the part of her that had first caught his eye so many years ago, and he had to admit that, despite two suckling kids, they hadn't lost many of their attractive qualities in the intervening period. He moved his hands under and up her shirt and gently pinched her hardening nipples, before he spread his palms over them and lifted them slightly while he squeezed. 

Sandy brought her hand from his penis to wet her fingers sexily with her tongue. Then she focused her ministrations on the sensitive area beneath his cockhead, stroking him there with more intensity. He had no doubt now that she intended to bring their little sexual encounter to a very pleasing conclusion. 

Then the sound of his kids' voices caused Rob to look at the door again. They were still downstairs, but he could clearly hear their conversation. Chris was complaining about the conclusion of the baseball game and Diane was loudly (as always) proclaiming her disinterest in the subject, and accusing him of being a "baseball nerd". While Rob was obviously distracted by their kids' carrying on downstairs, it didn't seem to phase Sandy one bit. She had freed his cock from his boxer shorts and was now jerking him off in earnest, while her other hand massaged around the base of his cock and, every once in a while, dipped to cup and lightly squeeze his balls.

Rob was enjoying the rising tide of sexuality brought about by his wife's skilled hand, but he also could not block out the conversation drifting up the stairs.

"Maybe you'd have a girlfriend if you didn't spend so much time thinking about sticks and balls," mocked Diane.

"Whatever. Maybe you'd have fewer if you could keep your mind off the same." This was followed by Diane shrieking as she took offense, and the sound of her striking her bigger brother playfully. The sounds that followed were confusing to Rob. He wouldn't have been surprised if their interaction resulted in some playful wrestling, but he would have expected to hear Diane vocalizing her struggle with her brother. Instead, he heard rustling of clothes and movement, but their voices were quiet. 

Then, just at the edge of his perception, Rob heard what sounded like a kiss, the smack of lips and saliva. It was possible that one person would smack their lips to make that noise, he supposed, but he still found himself straining to hear any successive sounds. What intrigued him was the sudden silence following their exchange of insults. If Rob knew one thing about his daughter, it was that she rarely found good cause to be silent.

As the kissing sound piqued Rob's curiosity, Sandy seemed to react to it with greater assertiveness. She drew his attention away from the happenings downstairs by moving in for a kiss and pushing Rob backwards towards the bed. 

Laying him down, she dispatched her shorts and panties in short order and straddled him on her knees. Her beautiful pussy levitated an inch or so over his cock as she used her hands to roam up and down his chest. She was breathing heavily through her nose and looking into his eyes with passion. Without even looking Rob knew her pussy was wet and ready to ride him. Which was certainly fine with him. He hadn't been so ready for sex in ages, except he couldn't forget the possibility of their being found out.  

Sandy noticed that Rob had shifted his eyes to the open door, but it didn't faze her. She positioned his cock at her entrance and allowed her inner lips to slip over his head. She stayed there, teasing her husband, and gyrating her hips so her pussy rotated on his cock helmet. Then she lowered herself all the way in one swoop. He gasped at the feeling as she rode up and down on his cock. And in less time than it took for Sandy to have an orgasm, Rob was shooting his load into his wife. 

Sandy didn't seem disappointed in his, rather lame, performance, and she leaned forward on his chest and kissed him lightly all over his face. She stayed there until Rob's cock fell soft and started to slip out of her lubricated passageway. In her mind, though, Sandy was resisting the realization that she would have rather been riding her son in this manner, as her unsated pussy was prematurely emptied of hard cock. Still she was pleased to have pleased her husband.

Then both of them were surprised into activity. They heard the sounds of feet running up the stairs. Rob was paralyzed under his wife as the relatively heavy footfalls indicated it was his son who would soon be walking by (or worse, through) their opened door. Were he to turn his head there would be no doubt that naked bodies lay therein.

Sandy rolled off of her husband and walked quickly to the door to shut it. She hadn't taken off her shirt, but her lower half, including her inflamed pussy, was completely bare. Rob heard his son's steps in the hallway and his shadow blocked the light coming under the door. There was no doubt they were caught. The shadow stopped for the briefest of moments just as his naked wife approached the opening. But without confrontation, his son moved on past the door and his wife finally shut the darn thing. Rob blushed at the idea that his son just encountered his freshly-fucked mother. After all these years, their kids had caught them fucking now, when they hardly fucked at all any more! 

Sandy seemed unfazed. She simply raised her eyebrows conspiratorially towards her husband and shot him a smile, even as she reached for her clothes. Before putting on her underwear she balled them up and wiped off the exterior of her sex. But to his surprise, she didn't grab a new pair, deciding instead to unball the dirty ones and pull them on. 

"I was thinking we would cook out tonight. How does that sound? I'll be sure to stay far away from the grill this time."

"That sounds great honey," Rob said. Although he stayed reclined on the bed and made no effort to move. 

Coming over to give her reclined lover a kiss and a pat on his flaccid cock, Sandy continued: "Feel free to take a bit of a rest. I've gotta get downstairs and get some food ready, or it'll be midnight by the time we eat!" With that she hurried out of the room. This time she was sure to shut the door.

Rob was glad to take some time to lay there. He didn't like to move too quickly after having sex. Plus, he was inclined to let some time pass before seeing his son. He'd let his wife handle that embarrassment, thank you very much. He wondered exactly how much of his wife's sex was exposed. Her shirt certainly didn't cover her coochy, so he feared his son may have seen her exposed pussy lips.

Sandy was greeted in the kitchen by her son and daughter, neither of whom were ignorant of what just happened upstairs. Chris had even gotten a glimpse of her naked pussy just after she fucked her husband. Thankfully, he hadn't lingered. Sandy told Chris to go outside and start the grill and he grabbed his book and headed outside.

Sandy did not expect to feel her daughter's hand squeeze her tit. Diane moved close and whispered very softly in her ear. "Did you come?"

Sandy's initial reaction was to act like a normal mom and object to the hand on her breast (no matter how good it felt) as well as her daughter's inappropriate inquiry. But she quickly remembered she was no ordinary mom. She was sexually involved with everyone in the house at this point and she supposed that secrets probably spelled more danger than honesty. Plus, she relished the feel of her daughter's hand as it gently started to manipulate her sensitive nipple.

Sandy lowered her voice as much as she possibly could. She was more aware now than ever how easily sound drifted up the stairs of their home. "No. He did before I had time to." 

Her daughter didn't move. She seemed to be weighing her options. Sandy smiled at her daughter's unpredictability. She recalled how quickly Diane had found her and Chris out. Sandy made no effort to figure her daughter's mind at this point.

Sandy decided the best thing to do was to go about her business, even as her daughter kneaded her breast. She reached for a pot and put it under the faucet. As it started to fill, Diane moved her hand away from Sandy's tit. Sandy felt a surge of disappointment as the pleasant feelings at her breast ceased. But before that thought was even processed Diane's hand had quickly snaked down and into her mother's panties. In no time she was strumming Sandy's clit. Sandy let out a rush of air as her body responded to her daughter's touch. But she also felt the urge to object. This seemed like it was too risky!

Of course, her daughter had predicted this response and she was already pre-empting it. With her lips next to her mother's ear, Diane whispered softly, "Shhh. We'll hear him on the stairs. I can just slip my hand away and you can go back to your cooking." She paused, then continued, and this time her whisper was intentionally sexy. "Plus, I know you need it. I hate it when a man leaves me unsatisfied. I want my dear mommy to come on my fingers."

As Sandy stood there, yielding to her daughters touch as much as her reasoning, Diane swept her fingers downwards, wetting her fingertips in her mother's sex cavity. "I can feel how wet you are. You'll be coming in no time. But remember mom, you have to be quiet about it," she continued, still barely audible in her mother's ear.

Sandy could do nothing about cooking while her daughter's hand whipped around her sensitive clit and her lips brushed against her neck. But she couldn't resist responding. "Thats not all me making your hand wet honey. There's some of your father there as well."

Diane responded only by humming in recognition in her mother's ear. The vibrations of her lips had an additional erotic effect on Sandy. She was right on the verge.

Diane felt her mom's pussy spasm, and the clever girl brought her free hand to her mom's mouth, covering it to be sure no sounds escaped with her orgasm. Then she felt a rush of warmth from her mother's quim, and let up on her clitoris as she orgasmed. Only the faintest sound escaped her mother's mouth, and Diane hoped she was able to muffle it enough to prevent her father from hearing. 

Sandy turned and kissed her naughty daughter and Diane brought her saturated fingers to Sandy's mouth. Making a show of it, Sandy licked each finger sexily and cleaned it of her own fluids, and perhaps her husband's as well. Then, without warning, Diane withdrew her hand, pecked her mom on the cheek and skipped outside to join her brother. 

Flabbergasted, Sandy needed a moment before she could continue with her dinner preparations. As she turned around, she found the pan was overflowing with water, and she smiled at her daughter's utter impetuousness. Her daughter was right though. Its no good to fuck without orgasm. Or without a sexy kitten of a daughter to finish the job, she thought.

As Chris and Diane relaxed outside, Sandy was finishing readying the sausages and corn on the cob for the grill. She figured Rob had dozed off upstairs, but she didn't want him to miss the evening with the family.

Sandy called to Diane and asked her to go wake her father, while she finished the preparations. Diane was eager to, and she raced up the stairs with her usual energy.

As she approached the shut door to her parent's bedroom, Diane knocked lightly and called to her father. Hearing no response, she figured he was asleep, so she knocked louder.

Still hearing nothing, Diane opened the door and peered around it, calling out "Dad?" as she did so.

The sound of the door opening woke Rob with a start. He rolled towards the door to see his daughter's face. He registered the look of surprise on her face before he registered the reason for it. Looking down, he saw his uncovered cock resting on his thigh as he lay naked before his daughter.




Midwest Mom Ch. 03



Diane froze for a moment, her eyes glued to her dad's cock. It looked nice she thought, almost as big as Chris'. Although the comparison was difficult because Chris' cock was so rarely flaccid, especially when Diane was present.

Even as these thoughts rolled through her mind, she reacted much faster than her groggy father. She decided to immediately confront the embarrassing situation, rather than turn away. It was not her nature to be circumspect. So she stepped into the room and dragged her eyes away from Rob's cock to address him.

"Wake up dad. You don't wanna sleep through dinner do you?"

Rob was still struggling to pull his thoughts into order. As his daughter approached, instinct took over and he pulled the sheet over his lap and sat up on the side of the bed. 

"Oh, right, yah. No, I guess I, uh, I musta dozed off there, huh?" His daughter stood in front of him and his distracted mind noticed her sexiness before he was able to consider that she was his daughter. Her breasts stuck proudly out of a tight blue t-shirt, prominently displaying her nipples. He was pretty sure she didn't wear a bra, but the way her tits stayed so high on her chest, he thought that she must be wearing one. No girl, no matter how young, had breasts that big that stayed so firm without any support, or so he thought. His eyes instinctively traveled down, where her t-shirt gave way to a bare midriff, which exposed her tight, tan stomach to his view. Finally, he took in her shorts. They were jean shorts cut so short that the white pockets were visible. Her thighs were toned and unblemished. In short, he took in one heck of a sexy girl. 

But all of this followed with the stunning realization that she was his daughter! And he was naked! And he was obviously checking her out!

Diane noticed all of this too, as her father's gaze traveled over her sexy assets one after another. She didn't speak and allowed him visual access to her body, even posing some to give him the best view possible. 

At the same moment when Rob snapped back to his senses, Diane took the initiative. She decided to act as naturally as possible. She didn't want to embarrass her dad for having oggled her. 

"You must have been pretty tired after such a tough week," she said as she walked briskly towards her father. His face exhibited only shock as she approached and sat down right next to him, so close that her thigh touched his through the sheet.

Diane put her hand on her father's shoulder and squeezed it affectionately. The action brought her breast into contact with his chest. No bra separated skin from skin, only a thin cotton t-shirt. As she breathed her breast pushed into him, and her nipple traced along his skin through her shirt. She heard Rob take a sharp intake of breath and look down at her heaving tits.

Diane knew she had to keep talking to prevent their situation from becoming awkward for Rob. "Did mom help you get to sleep after work? I hope she gave you a nice massage or something." Diane looked him straight in the eye after asking that question, causing him to focus on her eyes rather than the intimate contact between their bodies.

Rob was nonplussed. He was not thinking clearly. Vaguely, he realized he needed an excuse for the time he and Sandy were alone in their room, and he grasped on to Diane's explanation. Her stare kept his eyes locked on hers as he answered. "Uh, yah. Um, your mom, she, uh, she gives a good massage."

"Oh good. Mom is REALLY good at massages. Where did she touch you?" Diane kept massaging his shoulder and she pressed herself into him. They were practically hugging now.

At this point, Rob was aware that his erect penis was pushing through the sheet and pointing straight up towards his daughter. This caused him to panic and lose whatever rationality he had reclaimed upon waking up. It didn't dawn on him to protest his daughter's behavior, as he desperately hoped to hide his erection. He thought that keeping up the conversation was his only hope at keeping her attention away from his lap.

"On my neck. Um, and... um my neck," he stuttered. For a lawyer, he was a bad liar.

"Is that it?" asked Diane, implying that there should be more to his answer.

"She, um, well... yes, thats it."

By now, Diane had noticed his boner. She pretended to accidentally put her hand down for balance, placing it directly on his cock. She gasped in mock surprise.

Diane had not intended to seduce her dad. She just wanted to tease him a little bit. But when she saw his cock outlined in the sheet like that, her plans changed drastically. After all, what would he do? Tell her mother? She knew there was some risk involved, but she figured that if she could keep it partially his fault, she would probably succeed.

"Oh, daddy. You've got a boner." She said it with a hint of an accusation, as if asking him to explain its presence. But she kept her hand on it, putting a slight amount of pressure on the head.

Her dad said nothing. He merely dropped his head in shame. Diane felt bad for him, but she also knew she had him right where she wanted him.

"Daddy," she said seriously, but inquisitively, "is that... because of me?"

His shoulder's slumped even more. He couldn't raise his gaze to meet hers. He merely sighed, as if the world was crumbling before him and he could do nothing to stop it. To make matters worse, his cock had leaked a small amount of precome, and it wet the sheet, causing it to become see-through over the head of his penis.

"Its ok daddy. That happens with lots of guys. You can't help it if your dick gets hard around a cute girl like me," Diane said in a coquettish, lilting voice. With that, she pushed his chin up with one hand, and pulled the sheet back with the other. As she forced him to look her in the eye, she stroked up and down his hard cock.

After she stroked his cock for about 30 seconds, Rob was ready to come. He had given himself over to the pleasure. He simply couldn't help himself. His daughter was too much, and although he was torn with guilt, it was nothing compared to the feelings of lust. 

Diane lowered her head and started to suck. After no more than a few seconds her father unloaded in her mouth. Apparently he had some extra reserves after fucking her mother earlier. Diane smiled on his cock when she thought about this load of come as being reserved for her. Maybe every father has a special reserve for their pretty daughter, deep in their balls.

But she was able to swallow his load easily. And as she pulled off of his cock, she patted it gently. 

"Come on downstairs dad, its getting close to dinner time" she said at her usual volume. Then she leaned in and said quietly, "It's ok. I won't tell anyone." Then she kissed him on the cheek and walked out of the room, making sure to twitch her ass as she went.

Diane was a sensitive girl, but she wasn't above a little torment. And as she walked downstairs, feeling her wet vagina lips slide against each other, she knew she wasn't going to tell anyone about her breakthrough with Rob. She wanted to see how this would play out.



Midwest Mom Ch. 04



Sandy batted her eyes as she woke up to a pleasant sensation at her pussy. Rob had spread her legs and was slowly tracing his fingers up and down her slit. The gentle attentions caused her to purr with pleasure. She felt very good.

The sun streamed through the window, between the slats of the Venetian blinds. It created beams of bright yellow light, which lit up the bits of dust in the air. Sandy loved the hint of summer sun, which foretold of excitement and possibility once she rose to face the day. But she also liked to be shielded from its full force, as she eased into the day slowly but surely. From her husband's interest in her quickly moistening pussy, she could see that this day would begin with more pleasure than just the beckoning sun.

"Morning, hon," he greeted.

"Mmmm. And good morning to you, darling. Always a better morning in your arms," she said. "And under your fingers," she added, as she ground her pussy more forcibly into her husband's palm.

Over the past several weeks, their marriage experienced a renaissance of sorts. It was not due to any new sexual tricks from Cosmo, nor any Viagra boost for Rob's cock. It started around when Sandy started sleeping with her son. Since that day, Rob had become MUCH more interesting in the sack. It wasn't anything they did that was different. It was more like everything was different. It was like they were 25 again. Instead of striving for an orgasm, they found themselves holding orgasms back. Something had significantly changed, but Sandy couldn't quite put her finger on what it was. She thought that maybe Rob somehow was channeling the sexual energy that their son Chris brought home with him, but she was pretty sure he didn't know that mother and son were fucking.

What Sandy didn't know was that at about the same time she jumped her son's bones, Rob had received a blowjob from their beautiful daughter, Diane. At first, he was absolutely devastated. He moped around, like a man walking to death row. He was sure it would get out that he had abused his 19 year old daughter, and his life and reputation would be ruined. But after a few days, Rob realized that life was going on, and no tragedy was to befall him. It seemed that Diane was keeping her promise to not tell anyone.

When Rob realized he wasn't ruined as a result of coming in his daughter's mouth, his devastation began to morph into horniness. He felt like he had a new lease on life, and he was determined not to waste it. As a result, he started to spend much less time at work, and much more time buried deep in his beautiful wife. It didn't detract from his heightened libido that he had a ready store of mental images of his sexy daughter bobbing up and down on his cock.

Thus, Rob and Sandy had both enjoyed sexual encounters with their own children. Yet, neither of them were aware of the other's transgression. Oddly, the secrets they each held made sex between them spectacular. Sandy's pussy was getting a real workout. She would usually fuck her son during the day, while Rob was at work, and then fuck Rob at night, and usually the next morning as well. Meanwhile, Rob constantly fantasized about his sexy daughter, and his libido was fueled by the memory of that single astonishing encounter with her gorgeous mouth.

This morning was a Saturday and Rob was intent on making the most of his time away from work. He awoke from a dream about Diane, and his dick was quite hard as a result. So he had taken some liberties with his wife's sleeping body, while he let his thoughts drift to his daughter's huge yet perky tits and shapely, energetic little body.

Eventually Sandy stirred and turned towards him, exposing one of her breasts. Almost instinctively, he moved to capture her hard, pink nipple between his lips. He tongued the tip and gently squeezed it with his lips, eliciting a guttural sound from his wife. Meanwhile, he took his initiative down below to another level. As Sandy turned towards him, he was able to get more leverage with his hand over her pussy. So, he inserted his middle finger and slowly slid it into her slippery passageway. He applied pressure to her clit with his palm, and simultaneously hooked his inserted finger inside of her to reach her g-spot. He knew this would drive her crazy.

He was right. Sandy put her hands on Rob's thick brown hair and pulled him closer to her. She also started to slowly buck her hips as he alternately pressured her clit and g-spot. Sandy felt fortunate that her husband knew her body so well. She loved riding the waves of pleasure as he touched her so lovingly. 

After several minutes, Rob couldn't wait any longer. He moved over his wife and positioned his rock hard cock at her entrance, rubbing himself against her swollen lips. He liked the feeling of anticipation associated with the warmth on his dickhead as he positioned it in front of her sexhole. But he didn't linger for very long. In no time he was driving deep into her, and she was pushing back. Their bellies and chests slid easily against each other as the dawning summer day introduced sweat into their coital machinations. 

Rob felt his wife's pussy contract and he stopped holding back. Thirty seconds of energetic thrusting brought him to orgasm as she rode out the end of her own. Rob loved the fact that they orgasmed together again. It seemed like a sign of a healthy sexual relationship. Yet, he wondered how healthy it was that images of his daughter stole into his mind as he let go in his wife's pussy. He was imagining it was Diane's throat and mouth that grasped at his spasming cock. 

After a couple of minutes, they both put on robes, eager to face the day. Rob got up first and headed to the shower. Sandy no longer felt like laying in bed to wait her turn, like usual. Instead, she headed downstairs. She knew that she smelled of sex. She also knew that her son was probably awake already. She hoped that maybe Chris was still out on his customary morning jog so she wouldn't encounter him in such a freshly-fucked state. 

She was not so lucky. As she entered the kitchen, she encountered her son, sitting on a stool shirtless, covered in a sheen of sweat. He looked very handsome, having just exercised. His almost hairless chest was perfect -- not too bulky, but very well-muscled. It made her pussy flutter to see him in such a sexual way, even as she greeted him the same way she had always greeted her son.

"Morning, hon."

Chris' eyes shot up from the paper he was reading and quickly took in her gorgeous form. He loved the red flush of her cheeks and the way her hair was pulled back in a ponytail. She was beautiful by any standards. But being his mom put her on another level for Chris. He would never drink in another woman's sexiness in the same way. 

Chris got up and moved towards her. He was used to having free sexual access to his mom during the day, and since nobody was around he figured he could cop a quick feel. But as he moved towards her she angled away from him. 

Sandy was worried how Chris would react to the smell of sex on her. She knew that men were prone to jealousy, even irrationally, and she didn't want to flaunt her sex with Rob in front of Chris. But as she subtly avoided his embrace she realized that there was no way out of this jam. He looked at her, and she detected both confusion and disappointment in his face. It melted her motherly heart.

"Oh baby. Come here," she said, as she hugged her son close to her. "I just hadn't showered yet, and..." She didn't quite know how to finish the sentence. Luckily, he caught her meaning. 

"I know mom. I heard you guys in there." 

"Oh, I'm sorry honey. I just didn't want to flaunt it. I probably should've just stayed upstairs until I'd showered."

Chris' cock was hardening against her leg, pressing through the flimsy material of his running shorts. He moved a hand inside of her robe and fondled her breasts gently, while they stood together in the kitchen. She waited for him to say something, but he didn't. He just continued to move his body against hers as he shut his eyes. His pleasure was apparent.

Then, with the suddenness of a spontaneous decision, Chris grabbed her shoulder firmly. He turned her around so he stood behind her. As he reached for the front of the robe, Sandy knew what he was thinking. He wanted to fuck her, even though Rob was just upstairs, probably almost through with his shower.

Sandy did not want to risk it, but she found herself yielding to him. Something in his firm grip belied the intensity of his sexual need at that moment. Sandy wasn't sure if she even COULD stop her son. His eyes were glassed over with passion, and she feared that he might take what he wanted from her regardless of any resistance. So she made no move to stop him as he bunched her robe together and pulled it to one side, exposing her naked rear end.

"Chris," she whispered plaintively. But there was no response. Rather, there was no vocal response. Chris' hand reached down and found her pussy, rubbing it briefly before positioning his fingers over her lips in a way that told her that he intended to spread them. That's just what he did, opening her recently fucked hole for the invasion of his cock.

"Chris, your father," she said. But there was no conviction. She felt his cock move into her well-lubricated hole, pushing all the way in. He wasn't fucking her fast. He was staying buried deep within her and moving only slightly up and down, as he pushed her against the counter. To Sandy he felt so powerful behind her, as if he could lift her whole body up using only his sturdy cock for leverage. She could imagine what he looked like, with his athletic frame straining its muscles and glistening with sweat. The thought made her feel extremely naughty. And the naughtiness was compounded by the fact that her son's cock was coated not only by her own copious juices, but those of his father as well. Only now had Chris returned to his ultimate origin, as his cock was bathed by his father's seed, inside his mother's quim. The thought alone made her tremble and then come. Her whole body shook with the force of it and she moaned out loud, surprising Chris with her abandonment. 

A few seconds later Chris flooded her pussy again, coating her walls with his own semen. As she felt him stop squirting, Sandy slid herself off his pole and retied her robe. She was not happy with her son, and she made that clear with a stern look. She indulged none of their usual tenderness, as she was upset that Chris would take her like that, with his father near by. She couldn't stop him. But she could at least show him she disapproved. 

Chris tucked his cock away and sheepishly moved back to his seat at the table. He knew what he did was wrong, or too risky, as his mom would say. But he was powerless against the compulsion to fuck her. Perhaps it was something primeval within him, needing to retake her after hearing her fuck his father. But all that he experienced was uncontrollable horniness, an absolute need to fuck his mother at that moment, risks be damned. 

Sandy felt cum dripping down her thigh as she huffed and made her way to the stairs. But before she went up she decided to wipe herself clean. She wet a towel at the sink, and was about to wipe her pussy, but then she had a better idea. She took the towel and presented it to Chris. Then she opened her robe in front of him and showed him her pussy. At this moment they both heard the shower stop upstairs. 

Chris guessed correctly that she wanted him to clean her. He took the towel and gently wiped his mom's thigh clean of the escaped sex juices. Then he gently wiped her pussy clean as well. It felt strange to have his mother look on as if she was making him clean up any old mess in the kitchen. There was no levity in her expression. Sandy looked just like she did when she scolded him as a child.

Sandy was framing it as a punishment, a sordid version of the million times she had made her son clean up his messes. Sandy wanted him to see her stern expression. But she also knew he would enjoy the opportunity to touch her and see her pussy up close. The two different levels of meaning amounted to a sort of symbolic compromise: she didn't begrudge him her pussy, but he was responsible for keeping signs of their fucking from his father. With that unspoken compromise, Sandy pecked her son on the cheek and stopped scowling at him as she scurried upstairs to have herself a shower.

The family had planned an outing that Saturday, to a county fair. It was several hours away, in farm country, but they went every year. The fair was in the county where Rob had grown up, and he liked the experience of nostalgia from revisiting the fun of his childhood summers. The rest of the family also enjoyed going to the fair, as it gave them an opportunity to see the more rural parts of the state and all the livestock, vegetables and baked goods that were produced there. Overall, they looked forward to it as a time to spend together as a family.

There was not much time for an extended breakfast, so Chris and his two parents were finishing up bowls of cereal when Diane arrived. She burst in through the back door with her usual scene-stealing panache and enthusiasm. 

"Everybody ready? Hickville awaits!" said Diane in a voice that was just below the threshold of being too loud for the morning. "Who wants to go see them grow their big vegetables?" Diane said, as she put her arms on her brother's shoulders and massaged them chummily.

Rob tried to hide his embarrassment. The way his daughter referred to vegetables and looked at him, he was sure she was referring to his own stalk, which she had been able to make grow with no great difficulty. He felt his face redden slightly and he tried to look away from Diane's sexy form. It was difficult though. She wore a bright red collared shirt that looked like it was made for someone ten years younger. Rob wondered how she was even able to pull the tight material over her huge breasts. It seemed to conform to her body like some sort of second skin. She also had on khaki colored shorts that covered only the bare essentials. Her long, tanned thighs were exposed almost all the way up to their juncture. Rob didn't think she could look any sexier if she was stark naked. Like any beautiful woman, Diane had the ability to make her clothes seem more like an enticement to view her sexual charms than a way to obscure their appearance. He looked forward to being enticed by her beautiful body for a whole day of outdoor activity.

Everyone gathered their things and moved out to the car. It was a fairly long ride, so it was good that they were leaving early. The day promised to be a hot one, but the full brunt of the heat had yet to hit and it was still fairly pleasant as they loaded into the car. 

Rob drove and Sandy sat in the front passenger seat, leaving the two children to squeeze their full-grown bodies into the small backseat of their fuel-efficient little sedan. The whole family had long legs, which normally wasn't a problem, since it was rare for them to all try to fit into the car at once. 

"Holy cow. We sure don't fit in here like we used ta," Diane complained. She was behind the driver's seat, which Rob liked to keep pushed back pretty far when he drove. Her legs barely fit into the crevice between the back and front seats, and her knees pointed up awkwardly. She was not looking forward to maintaining this cramped posture for the whole car ride. Still, she had a pretty high threshold for discomfort, and she was glad to be heading out to fair again, so she muted her complaints.

Rob could feel Diane press into his seat with her knees, as she constantly wiggled around trying to get more comfortable. He imagined in his mind's eye how her tiny shorts were riding up, pressing into her crotch, maybe even stimulating her youthful pussy and causing it to get excited. He wished he could turn around and verify his speculations, but his imagination was detailed enough to give him a hard-on, even as he drove the car. 

Sandy noticed his condition and shook her head. What had gotten into her husband, she thought with no small amount of wonder. It was like he was a teenager again, getting a boner at the slightest provocation. If they were alone, Sandy would have reached over and freed her husband's cock from its constraints and given him a 60 mph jerk, just like she used to in the 70's. Thinking back to those wild years of sexual freedom started to get her juices flowing. She almost chuckled aloud when she realized how her family's horniness was becoming contagious.

After about 15 minutes of driving, Diane simply had enough. She needed to stretch her legs. The only option was to swing them onto her brother's lap and lean against the door. It still wouldn't be comfortable, but she needed to stretch out pretty badly. 

Without asking permission, Diane twisted her body and put her legs over her brother's lap, luxuriating in the ability to stretch out her cramped muscles. She slid down so she was almost lying down on the backseat, half leaning against the door. But as she did so, the seatbelt dragged her shirt up and exposed her bare midriff. The stretched and twisted material of her shirt was pulled tight against her chest, squeezing her breasts and outlining them in precise detail. Chris could easily see her nipples through the fabric. He had an urge to give them a bit of a feel and he started to consider how to do so without his father seeing.

Rob felt all the commotion going on behind him and he wondered what kind of sexy contortions his daughter was undertaking. It was a kind of torture for him to not look at her body, which he knew was probably twisted into some devilishly erotic position as she tried to get more comfortable. They were on a straight part of the freeway, so he decided to risk taking a peek.

"You alright back there, Diane?" he asked, and as he did so he quickly twisted around in his seat for a gander. He was not disappointed. He saw her breasts first, straining against her twisted t-shirt. Then his gaze traveled down to her exposed belly, which was toned and tanned. Finally, he saw how her shorts had been pulled up as she slid along the seat, pressing them against her pubis. They were so short that as they were pulled all the way up, he could see the edge of her red thong panties, where they covered her slit. But he had only a few seconds to take all this in, as he feigned concern over her discomfort to cover his obvious interest in her body. By the time Rob finally turned around, his pole was stiff as steel and his mind danced with images of his sexy daughter's display. Rob very much envied his son, who had the "misfortune" of dealing with his sister's legs draped all over him for the rest of the ride, not to mention a perfect view of her nearly visible breasts and pussy.

"Yah, I'm fine. This is way better than before. Chris'll just have to deal," she said. "But my seatbelt is all twisted up. Daddy, can I take it off while I'm sitting like this?"

Rob thought about how the seatbelt caused her breasts to be displayed and decided he liked the idea. He also liked how she called him daddy and deferred to him on the question of her seatbelt, when it was obvious nobody would interfere with her decision to wear it or not. 

"You better not honey. I don't wanna risk any harm to you in an accident." As Rob spoke he admitted to himself that he just wanted to continue to imagine her bare belly and nearly exposed breasts. 

"Ugh. Ok, fine." Diane said as she wiggled some more, trying to find the best position. Each movement she made seemed to bind her sexy body tighter in her hopelessly twisted clothes. Chris couldn't restrain himself any longer. He started to massage his sister's calves. He liked pressing into her skin and the feeling of her strong leg muscles. Moreover, as he massaged, he could manipulate her legs to achieve the best view of her thighs and barely covered pussy. 




Midwest Mom Ch. 04



Diane, of course, stopped complaining as her brother ministered to the legs that were so cramped just a moment before. It was all she could do to suppress any moans, since she was a complete sucker for a good leg massage. She found Chris' strong hands were well up to the task of kneading her leg muscles quite pleasurably.

As time went on, Chris became a bit more adventurous. He took any opportunity when Rob was clearly focusing on the road to touch his sister's pussy through her bunched up short shorts. It was more of a tease because he didn't dare rub her for very long, but it was a fun erotic game, and it had him quite stiff.

Sandy sensed a change in the atmosphere in the backseat. So she shifted around to look back and see what the kids were up to. She was not surprised to see that Diane had found a way for Chris to give her pleasure, despite the fact that she was supposedly in the "uncomfortable" seat. Sandy found herself envious of Chris' strong hands working Diane's naked legs, and wished that she was in her daughter's position.

As Sandy was turned around observing them, Diane decided to be a little naughty. She grabbed Chris' hand and pulled it to her pussy, pressing it against her mound. She saw her mother notice the forbidden touching, and liked the fact that there was nothing Sandy could do about it. The naughtiness of the situation and the physical stimulation of her pussy made Diane horny. It was also sort of fun to tease her mom like this, and in such close proximity to her dad. Sandy was obviously still very concerned that Rob should surmise anything about their recent incestuousness. But Diane was obviously much less worried, since she alone knew that her father was far from uncompromised himself. 

As Sandy's concerned gaze was still on her son's hand pressing her daughter's quim, Chris decided to take it to another level. He slid his fingers under Diane's shorts and thong and started to directly massage her pussy lips. There was little room to do anything besides rub her lips and press her clit, but that was enough to make Diane's eyes roll back in pleasure. It also made Sandy's eyes widen in fear. Chris didn't tempt fate for very long, but the illicit touching made mother, son and daughter even more horny. Rob continued to drive in ignorance, contented by his own imaginings of his daughter's little vagina, even as his son played with it not three feet behind him.

Arriving at the fairgrounds, the whole family was sexually aroused. Both father and son emerged from the car hesitantly, trying to conceal their hard-ons. Sandy and Diane could do little to conceal the visual evidence of their arousal, as their nipples clearly poked through their tops. Diane especially looked absolutely lascivious. There was no doubt that more than a few eyes would be drawn to her prominent breasts capped by her obviously hard nipples. But the first pair of eyes to survey her charms belonged to her father, who could not hide his interest in his daughter as she stepped out of the car into the bright, hot summer day.

Entering the fairgrounds, the family stopped and surveyed the hustle and bustle of food and fun. As usual, Diane was the first to come up with an idea of what to do.

"Ooh," she crooned, in her most girlish voice. "I wanna take a ride on the ferris wheel. Would you be my partner daddy?"

Rob was thrilled. He loved how she had begun calling him daddy in her girlish voice. It was as if the soundwaves she projected went straight to his cock, making it harder, and harder to conceal as well. He also liked the way she asked for him to be her partner. He wondered if she knew just how much he desired to partner with her.

"Umm, sure," said Rob. His daughter had the effect of making him sound stupid. It was like he was in high school all over again: he was constantly hard, he couldn't find any words in front of the girl he liked, and he was thrilled to have the chance to ride on a ferris wheel!

Sandy suggested that she wanted to take a walk around the grounds and take a look at some of the award-winning produce. She asked Chris to accompany her, and he gladly agreed, taking her hand and leading her towards the tents at the far end of the fairgrounds.

Diane reached for her father's hand and started pulling him towards the ferris wheel. She gently rubbed his palm with her fingertips as she led him along through the crowds of people. The effect on Rob was dramatic. Even the slightest touch from his gorgeous daughter turned his mind to mush and did the exact opposite to his cock. 

As they walked, Diane spoke to him in a low voice, replacing her usual excitable tone of voice with something more husky, and more suggestive of her sexual availability. 

"You know daddy, I love riding the ferris wheel. I like how you can see everyone in the whole place, but they can't see you at all. Its almost like its a little private place, even though its right out in the open." She stopped her monologue as the navigated through a thick patch in the crowd. She pressed close into her father, letting her breasts mash against his arm as they walked. "But sometimes I get a little scared of how high it goes. Thats why I like to take someone with me. You won't let your little girl get scared up there, will you daddy?" As she said this, she surreptitiously brushed her hand against his hard cock, causing it to jump in his pants. 

Rob could barely respond. He only grunted and smiled a big, stupid smile at his beautiful little girl. She knew exactly how to push his buttons, and she wasn't holding back at all.

Finally they arrived at the ferris wheel. It was an old country contraption, and Rob was surprised it still worked. He was also surprised that people still rode the thing. Compared to rides at six flags, this was nothing at all. It was less of a ride, and more of a slow-moving, open elevator from which to achieve a birds eye view of the goings on below. That was fine by him. He hated amusement park rides anyways. And he wanted as much time as possible squeezed in the small seat next to his daughter.

Finally they got to the front of the line and got into their bucket. Rob was glad the operator seemed to be drunk, and was totally uninterested in the people getting on and off, other than to make sure he took a ticket. A more attentive worker may have noticed how his cock pressed against his shorts in anticipation of what would happen as they floated above the fairgrounds, just him and Diane.

He sat down and felt Diane squeeze next to him. There was actually plenty of room, but Rob didn't mind if she was disinclined to use it all. She held herself tight against him as their bucket lurched and started its ascent. While the bucket lifted them up, Diane squeezed herself against her father in a full hug. 

Once they were off the ground, Rob felt his daughter's hand snake into his lap. She proved very adept with his zipper, and she released his cock in no time. Slowly she stroked it. 

Bringing her lips to her father's ear, Diane whispered "Are you horny daddy? Do I make you horny?"

Rob had no response, except to palm her breast and squeeze one of the delicious melons that had tempted him for the past few weeks. Meanwhile, Diane increased the pace of her stroking, causing her breasts to jiggle with the effort. She made sure to create friction with the the sensitive underside of his cock. And her ministrations were having the desired effect, as the penis in her hand pulsed excitedly.

To anyone who cared to observe it looked like father and daughter were cuddling against one another as they took an innocent ride in a county fair ferris wheel. But the reality was that a father was receiving the best handjob of his life. The pleasure his daughter was providing him was immeasurable. He had never felt so out of control with sexual fever. Then, as their bucket neared the top his daughter brought her mouth to his cock and sucked.

Diane didn't waste any time licking. She started sucking hard at his cock head, and as she dipped, her vacuum of a mouth applied pressure to every inch of her father's cock. She knew how to repress her gag reflex as his cock touched the back of her throat, as she used her throat muscles to milk the tip of his penis even more effectively. 

Rob reveled in the distinctive warmth of the blowjob. He drifted in a world of softness and warmth as he rode wave after wave of pleasure. After only a few slow bobs of Diane's head, Rob's orgasm became inevitable. Rob put his hand on his daughter's head and, as they reached the apex of the ferris wheel, he reached an apex of his own. 

Rob spewed into Diane's mouth with much more force than she expected. She had no difficulty swallowing his load the first time she gave him a blowjob, but as he shot the first volley of jism into her mouth she knew this time would be different. His cock projected the sperm with a surprising amount of force, spraying the back his daughter's throat. But the first powerful shot was not the whole load. Not by a lot. 

After four spasms of Rob's cock, Diane began to panic. She assumed she could take his load easily, like before, but her mouth was nearly full, and he kept on coming. She knew the stakes were high. If she drooled, her father's shorts would betray their illicit activities on the ferris wheel. Worse still, if she choked she might release the whole load and really make a mess of things.

Mercifully, she felt the last spasm of his cock and she knew he was done. But in her concern with capturing all the semen in her mouth, she had been unable to swallow any of it. It's quite difficult to swallow when your mouth is full, especially if you don't want to spill any of the contents. 

Sitting up, Diane's cheeks bulged with his load. It was an unbelievably sexy image for Rob, one that he would always treasure. He was looking out at the bucolic farm country of his youth, and in the foreground was his daughter's mouth stuffed with his tremendous load of jizz. Diane then tried to swallow. She made a good effort, and she was able to swallow most of it, but she couldn't prevent some of the load from slipping out of her mouth and dribbling down her chin. A drop or two hit her blouse, but major disaster was averted. Sighing, Diane gave her father an exhausted looking smile and leaned back. She decided not to wipe the jism off of her chin right away, surmising correctly that her father would enjoy the image. 

"Bet ya never did that as a kid at the fair, huh dad?" 

"No honey. I've never had a blowjob like that at the fair or anyplace else. You are a gifted little cocksucker, my dear."

"Well, thank you very much," she said, taking it as a great compliment. "We'd better tuck this guy away though, shouldn't we?" Diane continued, patting his softening member. 

In all the excitement Rob had totally forgotten about his exposed penis. He quickly zipped up, hoping nobody noticed, as they were now almost at ground level.

Stepping out of the bucket, Rob felt better than he had in his whole life. Taking his daughter's hand, they stepped away from the machinery. As they walked along Rob savored the feeling of satisfaction and gratitude for his beautiful daughter and her adventurous sexual ways. He was truly a lucky man.

"Daddy, can I get a corn on the cob?"

"Sure honey. You can have whatever you want," Rob responded as he handed her his wallet. "That is," he said as they approached the stand that sold the roasted corn, "if you're not already full."



Midwest Mom Ch. 05



As the summer progressed the family continued their sexual dalliances. It was the perfect situation for exploiting the naughty fun of inter-familial sex. Nobody was innocent. Rob was intimate with his wife Sandy, but his real fantasy object was his daughter Diane, who teased him mercilessly, and who graced him with the occasional blowjob if the opportunity came up. Chris continued to be most fascinated with his mother's body but he periodically messed around with his sister. And Diane, well, she was able to take as she pleased. She was the only one aware of all the convoluted sexual connections in the household and she loved the power that came with that knowledge. In a sense she was the impresario of the incestuous relations. She loved to keep tabs on all of the illicit relations and if she got bored she would even take steps to instigate sex between her family members if she had nothing else to do at the time. 

So the summer progressed splendidly and the family's collective libido was constantly stimulated. Externally they appeared to be a perfectly normal, attractive midwestern family. But beneath the placid exterior there was a storm of sexual pleasure, as they exploited the usually platonic family roles for deviant purposes. 

Yet, summers like this one pass too quickly, and in what seemed like a blink of an eye, Sandy realized Chris would be returning to the East in just 10 days. Diane would also be starting a new semester, and with Chris gone, she would go back to spending most of her time on campus. As much as Sandy was anxious about the stability of her family in light of her affair with her children, she knew she would be sad when it ended.

Even more than the mindblowing sex, Sandy loved the togetherness of their adult family. She knew it was a rare thing for children to grow up and maintain familial harmony into adulthood. She relished the time they spent together and the wonderful dynamic they could establish. 

These thoughts inspired Sandy to plan a camping trip together. They all loved the outdoors, and it would give them a chance to be together one last extended time before summer slipped away from them. She was sure her family would agree. 

When she broached the subject that evening at dinner, Rob and Diane were more excited about the idea than Chris. It dawned on Sandy that he was filled with regret about losing sexual access to her. He knew they would likely not be able to be intimate if the four of them were together for the whole week, and it was obviously weighing on his mind. It made her swell with pride to realize how important she had become to her hunk of a son. And she made a mental note to spend some extra special time with him before they left.

The next day she found Chris reading with his shirt off outside, enjoying the mellow sun of the morning, before it became too hot. She stood behind him for a moment before announcing her presence, taking in the sight of his tanned and rippling physique. The way he wore his glasses and seemed so absorbed by his book made him even more attractive, she thought. Not just a hunk of meat, she thought. But a hunk of meat nonetheless. She smiled as she felt herself becoming wet and allowed thoughts of their coupling slip into her mind. She was tempted to reach down and stroke herself, before realizing she was outside for the whole neighborhood to see. But then her eyes focused on the bulge in Chris' pants and a thrill raced up her spine. Screw the neighborhood! Just to indulge the perversity of the idea, she slipped her handed into her shorts and dipped a finger into her moist slit. It felt wonderful, and she dallied a bit before strumming her clit briefly, and then reluctantly removing her hand. What a hussy I am, she thought, and the thought thrilled her.

Approaching Chris, she put her arms on his broad shoulders and lovingly massaged his muscles. He put down the book and leaned back, relaxing into her touch.

"I'm headed to the store to get camping stuff. Wanna come?" she asked.

Chris opened his eyes then and looked up. He could see her breasts at the top of his field of vision. He could tell quite clearly from her elongated nipples that she was aroused. Parsing her words, he mused about how he'd much rather come than go to the camping store. But knowing his randy mother he wondered if they might find some way to do both. Plus, he liked spending time with her, and shopping at the camping store was better than just ordinary shopping.

"Mmmm," he moaned, expressing his feelings of laziness in the warm sun and the pleasure of her casual massage. "Sure. I gotta go grab a shirt though."

As he rose from the chair he brushed by her, allowing his semi-stiff rod to trace along her hips. They moved around each other like lovers, exploiting any opportunity for the odd touch or expression of affection. Luckily the neighborhood was pretty well empty on this weekday morning, and their subtle touches went unnoticed to all but themselves. Rubbing his hand across her lower back and butt, Chris lingered just a bit before moving along inside to put on something decent for shopping.

As he re-emerged outside, Sandy tossed him the keys. Chris usually let his mother drive. He didn't mind driving, but he wasn't in the habit since he'd moved out east. And he wasn't the type of guy who needed to be in control of everything. But he didn't question. He caught the keys smoothly and started for the car. 

Chris was actually enjoying it. The roads were pretty empty and he was feeling the same thrill of a kid at a go-cart race – enjoying the power of the engine beneath him as he shifted gears. After such a long time without driving, even the subdued pace of the suburban streets was entertaining. 

Distracted by the activity, Chris' mind was, for once, not concerned with his sexy mother. Perhaps Sandy noticed this and wanted to regain her sexual control over her son. Or perhaps she had planned all along. But, in any event, she slowly moved her hand to his lap and drew down the zipper on his khaki shorts. Before taking his penis out of the fly, she put her palm down on his lap. She enjoyed feeling his cock beneath the fabric as it firmed, complicating the movements of his powerful legs against the pedals. But before his cock was fully engorged she had deftly slipped it through his boxers and fly and was slowly stroking it. It was, as always, beautiful to her eyes. It looked so powerful, even angry, in its rigidity, but it was soft to the touch, especially the almost velvety feel of the light purple head as she moved her cool palm and fingers over and around him. 

Sandy knew exactly how to manipulate him. Almost as if it were her own, she knew where to teasingly touch to ratchet her son's pleasure steadily upward. She wasn't jerking him off. She was just toying with him, touching him gently in all the right places as he distractedly managed his way through the labyrinthine streets. She noticed he drove right at the speed limit, apparently not in any hurry at all to get to the store.

But it was not a long trip, and as they pulled up in front Sandy withdrew her hand. She would have tried to put away his pecker, but she wasn't skilled enough in the arts of manhood to stuff that rod back into his clothing. She was always amazed that men could do so, as cocks seemed so huge and present when turgid and so blithely absent from view in normal day life.

Chris seemed disappointed to have to put himself away and go shopping. But he knew his mother wouldn't leave him in a lurch for too long. And if his skills of detection were correct, she was quite aroused in her own right. So he did the best he could to restrain his cock from public view and followed him mom into the store, focusing squarely on her twitching ass as he walked.

They needed a few sleeping bags and a propane stove, but Sandy was in no hurry. She liked browsing the selection with her aroused son at her side. She could feel his gaze on her body as she walked slowly around, and it thrilled her. She pretended to look at various camping implements but a great deal of her attention was on her son, whose presence at her side weighed heavily on her mind. As a result there was more than a few subtle contacts between them. As they turned a corner she would let her breasts graze his arm or back. And once as they moved behind a rack of clothing in the corner of the store, she even went so far as the grasp his crotch briefly with her hand. She was satisfied to feel that it was still semi-rigid.

As they found the sleeping bag display a salesgirl noticed and came over to offer assistance. Sandy took notice of her cute, youthful face, and straight brown hair drawn back into a ponytail. The girl's tits were fantastic. Even through the red vest she wore it was obvious that they were full, yet still perky with youth. They seemed to almost leap away from her chest as she approached. She also wore short khaki shorts and her tanned legs were absolutely perfect. Simply put, this girl was stunning.

"Can I help you?" she asked, directing her question at Chris instead of Sandy and angling her body in a way that indicated interest in something more than just a sale.

Chris flashed a winning smile and met her gaze confidently. "We're in the market for some sleeping bags." As he paused Sandy noticed her son's calm confidence and reflected on how attractive he must have seemed even to the gorgeous salesclerk, who was probably about 4 years younger than her son. "Any suggestions?" Chris finished.

She was flustered. An attractive girl herself, she probably wasn't used to young men who were able to deflect her charm with such ease and send a jolt of cool sexiness right back at her. "Umm," she mustered, "well these are on sale." She pointed to some bags displayed on the wall.

Chris smiled slightly and looked on with an expression of expectation. The girl reddened slightly, but after an awkward beat she finally regained some composure. "They are thin so they're good for summer camping. Plus, they are pretty compact so its easy to carry them." Chris nodded, and it was clear to Sandy that he didn't care one way or the other about sleeping bags. Meanwhile, the salesgirl was quite ready to retreat. Chris was obviously not interested in her and she evidently didn't know that much about the merchandise in any case. "Anyways, just lemme know if you have any questions or anything, ok?" And she flashed a slightly bitchy smile at both Chris and Sandy before retreating to a comfortable distance. 

As the salesgirl walked away Chris smiled warmly at Sandy. She melted. It was clear that, just now, he had only eyes for her, and she could feel his love for her pulse across the distance between them. After that, they finished up their shopping in a more businesslike manner. Both of them were horny and they were understandably quite eager to make it back home to do something about it. 

In the car Sandy once again released Chris's dick. She held it firmly, and once or twice, on a quiet stretch of road she even leaned down and engulfed his head with her warm lips, lapping it quickly with her tongue. They drove with the windows down, and the saliva on Chris's dick was a bracing sensation. As they approached their home they passed a neighbor they recognized who was out walking her dog. Sandy took the opportunity to be naughty. She kept her hand on Chris's cock as the stopped at a stop sign besides the dumpy old Mrs. Cartwright. 

"Hello there Kristen!" Sandy said, with the usual fake enthusiasm of middle-aged housewives. As she did so, she stroked up and down on Chris' cock. He was both petrified with fear and stoked with immense passion. 

"Oh, hiii Sandy," she responded, drawing out the vowels in a way Chris found annoying. "Its nice to see Chris is home for a visit." 

"Oh yes. Its so very nice when he comes," Sandy continued, giving him a knowing squeeze. "There's just never enough time for family." As amusing as he found the double entendre, Chris wanted nothing more than to get home and rip his mother's clothes off. His worst fears were realized as he heard the tone in the old gasbag's voice that indicated she was gonna start into one of her monologues. 

"Oh I know, its so hard to find the time. I remember when Sam used to visit..." Sandy was half-turned towards the woman, while she kept her hand behind her stroking up and down on her son's cock. For Sandy it was a very exciting ploy. She nodded politely, but her every attention was on the smooth hardness grasped by her left hand. 

After several minutes, Chris was just about to go crazy. He involuntarily groaned just loud enough for Sandy to hear and his dick started to make indications that it was ready to shoot of in her hand.

As exciting as it would be to make her son come in such a compromising position, she had other plans. So she stopped her ministrations, and rudely interrupted Mrs. Cartwright in the middle of a sentence. "We're in a hurry. Gotta go!" With that, Chris almost burned rubber as he accelerated from the stop sign, leaving old Mrs. Cartwright confused by the side of the road.

Arriving home, they almost raced out of the car and into the house. There they encountered Diane on the couch, tossing a tennis ball up and down with an air of boredom. 

"Hi honey" said Sandy, but she didn't even slow down on her way upstairs. Chris didn't even bother with a greeting.

"Jesus, you two. Nice to see you too!" Diane called up the stairs after them. "Wonder why you're in such a hurry!" But there was no question in anyone's mind. Especially not for Diane who had detected the enormous bulge in her brother's half-zipped fly and the flush in her mother's cheeks. She wondered if they would even make it to the bed.

Although she was curious about the goings-on upstairs, Diane forced herself to wait for a few minutes. The faint gasps and moans were having their effect and she wanted to let herself imagine the sexy scene before surveying it first hand. After all, she was a wise young girl, who knew well that the thrill of sex is mostly due to expectation. So she let her mind fill in the picture as she moved her right hand under her waistband and onto her shaved cunt. Twiddling her clit, she was surprised how quickly she was becoming aroused. Just one minute ago she was a million miles away from the idea of an orgasm, and now a very satisfying one was building up after just the slightest bit of masturbation. She took hold of a nipple with her right hand and started to pressure her clit more vigorously with the tips of two fingers. It felt wonderful. But she didn't allow herself to go any further. 

Instead, she composed herself and walked up the stairs, nearing the crescendo of lusty noises from the master bedroom. They weren't going to last very long, she thought, wondering what happened to drive them into such a frenzy upon returning home.

As she got to the door, her mother shrieked loudly, followed by heavy gasps as she orgasmed. Meanwhile Chris was above her, driving into her quim with a fury. His face was set with determination as he peaked. His hips stopped driving rhythmically, and started to buck spasmodically as he spewed, releasing into his mother for what seemed like 30 seconds. Diane took all of this in with an unself-conscious fascination, and with a hand deep in her own pants, and pussy, as well. She had to admit her brother and mother made for a very sexy image.

Finally Chris collapsed, his powerful chest pressed against his mother's breasts. He moved his hands to her head and cradled it. Face to face, it was clear that they were far gone into a world of post-coital bliss. It almost sickened Diane to see the way they gazed into each other's eyes as they gently swirled their tongues in a loving kiss. 

Diane wasn't so cynical to interrupt though, with some kind of snide remark. It was her, after all, who walked in on them having sex. But she was also quite turned on herself. So she moved to the bottom of the bed. She could see her brother's balls, as he was still buried in his mom's cunt. She hopped on to the bed and lifted his recently emptied ballsack to reveal the stem of his dick framed by her mother's full outer pussy lips. There was a bubbly film of their combined fluids dressing the bottom of his dick and her lips. It made Diane's mouth and pussy water in equal measure. 

Moving her mouth to their conjoined sex, Diane lapped at the frothy discharge. It tasted of salt from semen and sweat. But she still detected the sweeter taste of her mother's contribution underneath the strong flavors. The taste was driving her wild. Wild enough to disrupt the two of them by pulling Chris's hips back and removing his dick from Sandy's cunt. Fortunately he didn't object and his dick pulled away, leaving a gaping hole in her mother's quim, and followed by a small flood of pearly white sexual fluid. As the penis pulled away from its sheath, several strands of cum stretched along with it and fell onto Sandy's thigh along with Chris' cock. Chris now lay on his side and continued to make out with Sandy at the head of the bed. 

But Diane didn't notice this new position. She dove into the sticky mess at her mother's quim. There was no method to her movements – she just wanted to lick and suck everything she could out of her mother's sex. First she made her tongue as broad as possible and licked all the way up her mom's cunt, gathering all the fluids stuck to her outer lips. Then she licked down again before narrowing her tongue and plunging into her vagina, tongue-fucking and suctioning out her mother's well-fucked hole.

But the fluids kept on coming. It took Sandy no time at all to bring off another orgasm as her daughter almost maniacally labored at her sex. The stimulation was even sufficient to bring Sandy's gaze away from her son to take in the pleasing sight of Diane's head bobbing up and down at her crotch. Soon Diane stopped tongue-fucking and moved to her clit. The sensation of her soft tongue pressing the sensitive button almost took Sandy's breath away, and a powerful orgasm immediately ripped through her. It took her by such surprise that she actually growled out loud in pleasure. It was a guttural moan so intense that Chris jumped with surprise.

Diane heard and felt the manifestations of her mother's orgasm and was ready to join in the fun for herself. Her quim was absolutely on fire. She had the idea to move to the head of the bed and straddle her brother's face until he brought her to a satisfying climax. But as she moved forward she decided she didn't want her brother's scratchy chin caressing her lips. No – she wanted her mom to bring her off. Diane knew her mother had never eaten pussy before, and while under normal circumstances that would cause her to prefer her more experienced brother's cuntal attentions, it was exciting to her to think about her mom's face covered in her juices. Sandy wouldn't need any special skill anyways, as Diane planned to mash her clit and lips against her mouth and tongue and ride her violently until she got off.

Sandy had no time to object. She barely had time to cognize the fact that her daughter's pussy was aimed straight for her mouth. As she laid back on the pillow her daughter's sex enveloped her mouth and nose. She was struck by the pleasant taste and wondered why she hadn't ever eaten pussy before. It was actually quite enjoyable. Not that there was much to do – she merely stuck out her tongue and let her daughter grind her clit against her nose. Whatever efforts she made just to continue breathing were evidently enough to ensure her daughter's continued heightening excitement. Finally, with a high-pitched whimper Sandy felt the vagina muscles surrounding her tongue ripple with orgasm. Then a warm rush of fluid seeped out of Diane's pussy and drenched Sandy's mouth and chin. 




Midwest Mom Ch. 05



Sandy looked up and saw her daughter's sweaty face above her heaving breasts. And Diane looked down and saw her mother's eyes looking plaintively upwards, while her face continued to be smothered by pussy. The image made Diane cry out in laughter. Then she pulled off of her mom's mouth and leaned down to give her a kiss. Chris of course was looking on with a sort of shocked fascination and appreciation for the whole spectacle. 

Checking the clock and seeing they had plenty of time before Rob would get home, Sandy got up and turned the AC unit on high and shuttered all of the windows, darkening the room. Then she went back to the bed and cuddled up with her two darling children to enjoy a nap during the hot middle part of the late August day. Satisfied didn't even begin to explain it.



Midwest Mom Ch. 06



The morning of their departure for the camping trip was hectic. They were planning on driving nearly 6 hours to their preferred camping spot, which meant that they had to get going relatively early in order to avoid arriving too late to have a comfortable first evening in the great outdoors.

The family was lucky enough to have an ideal camping destination, which contributed to their love of camping over the years. Sandy's uncle owned a substantial amount of rural land in the north of the state. Actually, rural isn't quite the right word; this land was wild. Covering almost 500 acres of private property, the land offered everything you could ask for as far as outdoor adventure. It was covered in woodlands, but a substantial stream snaked through the property, feeding a small lake with fresh water, making it an ideal destination for swimming. Sandy's uncle held onto the property, but nobody lived there year round. An old farm house and barn still survived, but nobody kept the property up. As a result, it was mostly left to the wild, to be used for camping and hunting by anyone her uncle knew who wished to use it. It was generous of him, because the experience of actual outdoors living certainly beat camping in a small plot at a campground surrounded by other people. 

But the real camping experience required substantial preparation. Supplies for every contingency needed to be brought along, including such essentials as toilet paper, outdoor cooking supplies, mosquito repellant and a laundry list of other things as well. 

Gathering and packing the supplies in time to arrive and set up before nightfall was always a challenge. They all knew what a pain it was to try to navigate the backwoods roads at night, much less set up the tents and everything. So everybody was pretty much on their game, doing their part to help get ready. Even Diane wasn't wasting time teasing or lallygagging.

But the fact that she wasn't intentionally teasing anyone did not mean that she wasn't having that effect. In fact, just by dressing in comfortable clothes for working and moving around trying to get things done, she was attracting quite a bit of her father's attention. This morning she was sporting a white, ribbed tanktop t-shirt with no bra. Her nipples pushed through the fabric and danced about as her large breasts swayed and bobbed with her efforts. She also wore red cotton shorts which did not cover her thighs for more than a few inches. The absence of any apparent panty lines suggested to her father the tantalizing possibility that only one layer of cloth separated any part of his teenaged daughter's supple body from the outside world. 

Of course Diane was 100% aware of the effect she was having on her father. She wondered to herself how it was that men were so blatantly obvious about their attractions. It was as if her father thought that if he stopped staring at her tits and ass for a second they might all of the sudden disappear. Not that girls were any less susceptible to infatuation, but Diane noted that it seemed a peculiarly male trait to need to stare at the object of affection. But she did enjoy the attention – it made her feel good to know that she was able to control her father just by moving her body. Every once in a while she would stretch her arms above her head and let her full breasts push out against the t-shirt, allowing the color and shape of her nipples to show through the thin fabric. Or she would bend over and let her shorts ride up into and against her pantyless ass and pussy. At these times she almost physically could feel her father's hot gaze lazering in on her womanly assets, and it made her hot.

But Diane didn't let that slow her down. She was a natural at organizing and preparing, and she also liked to take charge. In these things she found that the boys of the family were basically useless at anything other than following simple instructions. So she was not shy about ordering them around as they brought together all the items they would need and packed them carefully into their trailer. Diane knew this would be a special trip, maybe the last that they would take as a nuclear family, and she was concentrating on making sure something like forgotten mosquito repellent wouldn't put a damper on the fun. She was especially attentive because she had also made plans of her own to ensure that this would be an especially "special" trip, plans she had been developing since Sandy announced the trip several days before.

Sandy, meanwhile, was in charge of the food. Everybody knows that half the fun of camping is cooking and enjoying good food in the great outdoors. But the key is preparation, because there aren't any stores at all close to their campground. So it was important to think things through ahead of time. This year, she'd spent an extra long time making sure everything would be just right. She had her heart set on this being the best family camping trip ever. Even Diane, who was not known for her skills in the culinary arts, had chipped in. She had made a big plate of rice krispy treats at her apartment and brought them home for the trip. They looked so delicious that Sandy kept one out of the container, to snack on as she put the finishing touches on the preparation. 

By 11 o'clock Diane had the trailer packed up, and they were ready to hit the road. Each of them was excited about the trip, but their enthusiasm was muted by the prospect of 6 hours in the cramped car. Sensing the overall reticence, Diane made a move she knew would cheer the general mood: she called shotgun and got in the front seat. She knew that Rob would very much appreciate being able to snatch glimpses at her as they drove. And she knew Sandy and Chris would be anything but upset at the prospect of having to contort their bodies to fit in the tight quarters of the back seat. So they piled in the car as Sandy ran in to check the house one last time and lock the doors.

When Sandy finally squeezed into the cramped seat behind the driver she was just popping the last bit of rice krispy treat into her mouth. 

"Hey, where'd you get that! I'm starving myself," Chris half-complained as he saw her finish up the dessert. 

"Me too! What happened to sharing?" said Rob, although with good nature.

Diane said nothing at all, but a bit of a smile developed as she pulled her seat up as far as possible to give room to Chris sitting behind her. Diane was seated cross-legged, allowing her gorgeous, deeply tanned thighs to spread in front of her. Only a small amount of cloth covered her pussy now, and she tugged her shorts somewhat to the side in preparation for teasing her father even further. She thought to herself that she might need to distract Rob as much as possible if her brother and mom were gonna be naughty in the backseat.

"Too bad, all gone," Sandy said playfully. "We'll stop for some food once we reach Dawson City, where we always do. Right now, we gotta get on the road!"

So they pulled away from the curb, and they were all on cloud nine. The anticipation of the fun camping experience was enhanced by the nostalgia they all felt as they remembered back to past family trips. And on top of all that was the anticipation associated with the newly developed sexual tensions.

Sandy couldn't stand keeping her knees bunched up against her body for longer than it took for them to get on the interstate. She unbuckled her seatbelt and leaned against the door in order to drape her legs partially over Chris. As she stretched her legs out she reveled in the satisfying tremble of her muscles as they stretched. A wave of pleasure rushed through her body and she began to feel absolutely wonderful. This is the life, she said to herself as she sort of drifted off, thinking about her fun, sexy family.

Chris meanwhile was having sexy thoughts of his own. He started to absentmindedly massage his mother's calves, rubbing his hands over the skin he had become accustomed to worshiping. He checked out the way his mom's shirt rode up and encased her breasts, highlighting her nipples. Chris was surprised though when he heard his mother moan.

"Ohhh, that feels HEAVenly darling!" To Chris her voice sounded somewhat clouded, like she were just waking up from a nap or something. He was also surprised she announced out loud that he was taking liberties with her legs. He thought she would probably let him touch her, but keep the activity a secret from those in the front seat. Not a big deal, though, just weird.

Up front, Rob was glad to finally be on the interstate. The image of his daughter next to him was absolutely tantalizing. Her legs were spread lasciviously, showing off her thighs as well as demonstrating her flexibility. She was sitting in some sort of yoga-like position, with her feet flat against each other and her heels almost pressing into her crotch. He noted that he was lucky that her shorts had ridden up on the side closest to him. So he could see the skin at the juncture between her thigh and her crotch. He was pretty sure that if he could just look a little bit more closely, he would be able to make out the edge of her pussy lip in the shadows. But alas, the responsibility of driving allowed him only fleeting glances, forcing him to fill in the details with his imagination. 

After a couple of hours they arrived at the city where they traditionally stopped for lunch and their first break from the road. Rob, Diane and Chris headed inside, but Sandy said she just felt too comfortable sitting in the warm backseat of the car. Everyone assumed she was over-tired from packing that morning. Her words slurred together and she seemed intent on doing nothing but lying back comfortably and letting the world slip by.

Chris was enticed by the idea of his mom alone in the car, so after using the bathroom, he told Diane what he wanted to eat, and headed back to the car. He found Sandy stretched all the way across the backseat. Her purple t-shirt rode up some, exposing her midriff. And, to Chris's horror and delight, the running shorts she wore were riding way up into crotch as she splayed her legs, nearly exposing her pussy to the view of anyone who walked by. He quickly opened the door and lifted her legs onto his lap.

"I was hoooooping you'd come back to me, darling," said Sandy, batting her eyelashes at her son as he adjusted himself underneath her.

Chris just looked on, wondering about her weird behavior.

"Well, nobody's here baby. Don't you wanna touch mommy a little before the others come back?" Then, she sat up and started to lean towards him. 

"I'll tell you a secret," she continued. Then she leaned clumsily in towards his ear before whispering rather loudly, "I'm wet for you baby!"

Chris was confused by her behavior, but it didn't stop him from investigating her wetness on his own as she lay back down. She slid back so her legs were on either side of him, and he turned towards her, giving him easy access to slip his hand inside her shorts. She wasn't lying! Beneath her outer lips Sandy's pussy was molten hot and slippery with lubrication. Chris took two fingers of his right hand and slid them easily into her grasping hole. Almost like some sort of trap door, her pussy seemed to suck his fingers in with very little resistance, and then squeeze them tightly once they were lodged inside.

"Oooooooh, thats so WONderful. Your fingers so deep inSIDE me like that honey." 

Chris was fascinated by his mother's wanton horniness, but he was totally distracted by the need to keep looking around in case someone might walk by their car. He was inclined to work his thumb over his mom's clit, but he actually decided against it, in case she might have some sort of screaming orgasm right in this public place. So he just kept his fingers inside her, experiencing her almost overwhelming heat and tightness. 

Then he saw Rob and Diane emerge from the restaurant with their bags of food, and he started to pull out of his mother.

"Oh, no no no no no no no," she protested. "I like those in there."

"Mom, snap out of it. Dad and Diane are coming back," Chris shot back.

This seemed to bring Sandy somewhat back to normal. But she just closed her legs and shut her eyes, rolling over on her side.

When Diane opened the door, Chris saw the little rabbit-like twitch of her nose and he knew that she could smell his mother's pussy. He hoped against hope that his father was less sensitive to the smell. Luckily, the grease from the food created a pretty good mask, and as they dug into their food and pulled out of the parking lot it didn't seem like he noticed anything.

Everyone but Rob slept for the next couple of hours. Although Diane leaned her seat back and put her foot up on the dash before she drifted off. The position actually exposed some of her pussy to her father's gaze. Why not give him something to think about while he drives, she thought. And she was correct in thinking that her tight little hole was foremost in his thought for the next two hours.

As they awakened from their naps, Diane and Sandy complained about needing to stop and use the bathroom, so they pulled into a rest stop.

Chris just waited in the car and was the only one there when Sandy returned. Chris was relieved to see that she seemed to be acting normal again. That hazy quality to her voice had disappeared and she seemed more on top of things.

But as she stood there waiting outside the car with her son, a mischievous glance towards the bathrooms preceded her grabbing his shirt, pulling him towards her and giving him a full-on kiss on her mouth, snaking her tongue into his mouth devilishly as she did so. 

Although the kiss took no more than a couple seconds, Rob was emerging from the bathroom just as Sandy broke the kiss and let go of her son's shirt. At a distance of some 50 yards Rob couldn't tell exactly what happened, but his initial thought was that Sandy and Chris had just broken off a kiss! He squinted and rubbed his eyes, thinking he must be crazy. And as he walked towards the car, mother and son were leaning against it, acting as normal as ever. He decided he must have been imagining it, or that his sight was obscured by the distance and the heat, so he let the thought slip from his mind.

Finally, Diane made her way back to the car and they piled in for the last 2 hour leg of the journey. 

This time everybody was wide awake with the anticipation of finally arriving. They were seeing familiar sights and the small towns started coming less and less frequently. For a while it was mostly farms. Then the farms yielded to pine trees. And finally the roads became gravel instead of pavement and then dirt instead of gravel.

Eventually, they pulled up to the gate to the property, and opened it to pull into the driveway of the familiar, yet dilapidated, old farmhouse. Their hearts swelled as they drove around the house and behind it, to the far end of an open field, which came right up against the stream. It was here that they knew was the best camping spot.

It was nearly 5 o'clock, giving them a couple of hours of sunlight to get everything ready for the night. There was a lot to do, but there was plenty of time to do it. Unloading the trailer, Sandy found the cooler that she had packed full of beer, handing a can to both Chris and Rob. They gulped appreciatively, and took a moment to take in the atmosphere. It was beautiful there, as the sun fell behind the trees and deepened in color, and the stream gurgled behind them in a constant and reassuring way. 

"Where's mine?" snapped Diane in a peeved tone of voice, as she came around the corner from who knows where.

"You, young lady, are not of sufficient age to consume alcoholic beverages in this state," Rob said in a mock fatherly tone.

"Yah, fuck you! AND the state!" she rejoined in a bitchy tone. But her smile belied any bitchy intent. She reached for a can, grabbed her dad's keys and proceeded to gulp down the whole thing in a few seconds flat, shotgun style. She finished her display of efficient alcoholism with a resounding, "ahhhhh, good stuff!" Everyone laughed at Diane's antics, and then moved to start setting up the tents. They were all in a cheerful mood and they chitchatted happily as they worked.

With about 30 minutes of daylight left they had the campsite all ready to go. Sandy announced that she was going to gather some firewood.

"Come on dad. I need you to come with for protection."

"Protection from what?" asked Chris.

"Bears, for one," Diane shot back. "And asshole older brothers too!" The beer had been flowing and Diane was pretty much just letting loose. When that happened her mouth rarely stopped flapping.

There was no need to go far afield for firewood, but Diane took her dad's hand and led him into the woods towards the stream. Once behind the cover of the foliage she put her hand inside his pants and squeezed his cock. As she expected, it was hard as a rock, and it had been for most of the day. 

"Mmmm, found some wood!" she said, worrying Rob that she might be projecting her voice all the way back to the campsite. As usual, his boisterous daughter left him completely speechless. He just stood there as she fondled his cock inside his pants. After a few seconds, during which he was staring at her heaving breast, it occurred to him that he might do some fondling of his own. He reached out and felt the weight of his daughter's right breast, lifting it slightly. Then he got a greedy look in his eyes and made a move to put his hand under her shirt. 

But just before he got the chance, she turned away. "Come on, start gathering, daddy. It'll be dark soon." And she let go of his cock and sashayed away from him, gathering sticks into a pile. Dumbfounded, he had no choice but to obey his little tease of a daughter, so he started to pick up sticks along with her.

Meanwhile, at the campsite, Sandy and Chris took the opportunity to steal behind the barn and start making out.

"God, I was so horny for you in the car baby. I almost jumped you at the fast food restaurant – don't know what came over me. Been so wet for you baby." Sandy's words escaped between desperately passionate kisses. Their hands were all over each other.

"Lets fuck," said Sandy, and she pulled down her shorts, exposing her bare, and excited, pussy. Chris could see the wetness accumulated on her outer lips. But he hesitated, knowing it wouldn't be long before Diane and Dad returned with their wood. "Please honey, I need this," said Sandy as she turned around and spread her pussy with two fingers, exposing her pink to her son. This, of course, was too much for Chris to resist.

He quickly whipped out his cock and put it at her entrance. He felt her pulsating heat, and he didn't hesitate to push all the way up into her. She came immediately, her whole pussy spasming and grasping at his cock, taking Chris by surprise. 

"Uuuuunnnnggghhh," she murmured, muffling the noises against her forearm. "Come on baby. Fuck me. I need it. Don't hold back." And Chris obeyed, taking just a few strokes to work into a rhythm. But just as they established a comfortable rhythm, with her leaning into his thrusts and building quickly towards a pair of orgasms, they heard Diane's voice from the campsite.

"Hey, guys!" snapped Diane. "Where you at!" 

In shock, Chris pulled out and they both pulled up their shorts. 

"You first," he whispered, needing some time to arrange his turgid piece.

So Sandy fanned herself briefly before emerging from behind the barn and returning to the campsite, wracking her mind for excuses.

"Just checking out the property," said Sandy, coming up on father and daughter and a huge load of firewood. 

"Where's Chris?" Diane asked, sending a knowingly suspicious look her mother's way.

Sandy didn't appreciate the query. "Oh, he found a big tool up by the house that he was playing with," she said innocently enough, but obviously being coy, as she shot her daughter a mocking look.




Midwest Mom Ch. 06



Fortunately, Rob didn't seem to notice a think. He was utterly preoccupied with his own unfulfilled need. He grabbed a beer and downed it, hoping that it would dull the sexual ache that pulsed from his cock through his whole being. 

His daughter had him by the balls, and she wasn't giving him any release, making him almost shake with desire. Every thought, every move he made was under the cloud of his daughter's sexuality. He couldn't get the image of her slit out of his mind. The puffy lips with a tuft of hair above, but otherwise shaved clean. Who taught her to shave her pussy? Did she do it herself? The lips parting slightly to give way to the deep pink flush of her inner lips and vagina. Did she touch herself there? Had she had sex before? Was she as wet as he was hard? The strong thighs and lithe body, capable of contorting and flexing in all kinds of ungodly manners. Oh how tight she would be with her legs wrapped around you him as she spreads her little sexbox open for to slide his desperate cock into her molten, clasping passage, stretching her and squeezing him! Oh, how he NEEDED her!

But he couldn't TAKE her. He was subjected to her ceaseless teasings. And while his soul fomented with passion, he had to remain a responsible adult to all appearances. Even worse, he had to act like her father, who would never be interested in his own daughter in a sexual way. He wondered if he could possibly endure this torture. And if so, for how long?

Eventually Chris meandered back to the camp, after taking a swing down by the river and gathering himself. He returned to find Sandy and Diane preparing hamburger meat, onions and potatoes on the foldout table. His father sat slumped on a tree stump, listlessly swilling beer, but aside from that, he seemed lost to the world. 

Chris was glad to see the food being prepared. There was no name for it, but they basically just threw the ingredients into aluminum foil covered in A-1 sauce, balled it up and put it in a fire until it was cooked. It was one of his favorite campfire foods. But Chris noticed nobody had yet built a fire, so he took the task on himself. He loved playing with fire, and it would help get his mind off the coitus interruptus he experienced a few moments before.

Everything proceeded uneventfully as they cooked and ate dinner. With full bellies, they sat contemplatively in their camping chairs, leaning back and watching as the stars filled the sky. It was a very subdued moment, and even Diane wasn't talking much as they all took the time to adjust to the pace of outdoor life and camping.

Diane did, however, get up and hand out her homemade rice krispy squares to everyone. They really were very good and in no time they were gobbled up. Everybody but Sandy, who watched her calories, went back for another one. 

Then they leaned back and talked comfortably but without any urgency as the air cooled and the stars lit up the night even more brightly. For city dwellers it is always a fascinating experience to go to a place without bright lights and watch as the night sky lights up. The amazing number of stars brings with it contemplation, and most often, amazement too, at the size of the universe and our place within it.

But for a family that had just been unknowingly dosed with THC-enhanced rice krispy squares, the experience takes on an even more wonderful dimension. Diane, the only one with foreknowledge of their oncoming, altered, states watched with interest as the drug slowly took hold of her family members. 

Sandy simply sat back and stared. Rob and Chris, on the other hand, engaged in a deep conversation that broached the ultimate topics. They were two intelligent people, and their thoughts were fascinating to Diane, who did not have the type of mind that indulged philosophical speculation. Chris and Rob were both deep thinkers. But they were also men, who rarely let their guard down far enough to speak so freely. Diane noted that two squares is just about the right dose, and she wondered if anyone would catch on to her deviousness. She thought Chris might.

Soon enough the fire died down and the conversation died with it. Sandy who was already dozing off, headed to the tent she would share with Rob. Rob watched as his wife bent over to slip into the tent and his raging horniness reawakened. He was glad of the long-established tradition of keeping the kids tent a decent ways away from the adults tent. He thought back to the many years of campground sex in this very place. Something about the outdoor air brought out a new side in them. That night, while looking at the stars, he felt absolutely incredible, like he could reach out and touch the truth. It had even gotten his mind off of his daughter's attempts to sexually torture him. He sighed deeply, reveling in the country air, before standing up and moving to the tent to fuck his wife with abandon.

Chris stood up, shook off the cobwebs, and moved into the kids' tent and spread out his sleeping bag. It was a warm night, so there was no need for a sleeping bag for warmth. In fact, as Chris stripped down to his underwear, he decided to go the whole nine yards, laying down nude. This would be a fun surprise for his sister he thought, as he released his long-suffering hard-on into the clean air. If his sister wasn't gonna help him get off that night, he would have no choice but to take matters into his own hands. But, he suspected she would be amenable. 

Finally she finished cleaning up and putting out the fire and she came into the tent.

"Whoa, hey there, big guy!" she whispered as she shined her flashlight on his erect cock.

"What were you doing out there?" Chris asked.

"Just cleaning up," she said. "So did you fuck mom today?" Almost on cue, they heard moaning and the slapping of skin on skin travel across the field. Diane giggled. "If you did, she apparently didn't get enough. And I guess neither did you!" Diane moved her hand to Chris's cock and squeezed it.

"No we didn't. Well we did, but we didn't finish."

"I thought so!" 

"And she was about to fuck me in the car during the lunch stop," Chris paused to see if Diane would give anything away. She didn't, so he continued. "Because you drugged her!" he said accusingly.

This sent Diane into a set of giggly hysterics. "Hahhahahaha. I thought YOU would notice at least. I think they are TOTALLY clueless. Anyways, she wasn't supposed to eat it before we got here. She was SO out of it!"

Chris couldn't help but smile at her trickery. Conspiratorially, he described what happened in the parking lot. "She made me finger fuck her, and she was saying all kinds of weird stuff." These sordid details obviously pleased Diane because she rewarded him by stroking his cock up and down.

Then they heard a shriek punctuate the series of groans and moans they heard from their parents' tent. 

"No wonder she's fucking him so hard! She's been horny all day, and you kept stoking her fires!" She continued to stroke him harder, evidently driven on by her excitement over the sexual trysts of the day.

"No shit. And the collateral damage of your little manipulations has been a major set of blue balls for me," Chris said bitterly.

But he immediately regretted it, because she let go of his cock. "Well, if you don't appreciate me..." She let the sentence trail off.

With that Chris rolled on to his side and took one of her firm breasts in his hand. Her nipple was surprisingly hard, indicating to Chris that her threat to withhold sexual contact was a bluff. She was as horny as he was.

Chris moved his mouth to Diane's and kissed her sensuously. She responded. It struck Chris that while he had had his share of quick fucks, fingerings and blowjobs with his sister, her obsession with sex on the sly meant they had never really kissed. Not like this. He was hardly surprised at how good she was. Like her mother she seemed to know exactly how to instigate and respond as their tongues danced against each other. 

Chris's hands were all over her. Her tight little body was perfect everywhere. Unlike Sandy, whose body showed the inevitable signs of aging, with some looseness of skin and tone, Diane's body was like a work of art. He moved his hands over her firm breasts, her hard nipples, down her perfectly flat belly. 

Finally he ventured to her quim. He felt the small tuft of hair she kept that pointed the way to her clit. And he followed the hair down, teasingly pressuring her clit before spreading open her moist lips and inserting a finger into her pussy. She moaned softly into his mouth, appreciating his knowledge of how to manipulate her pussy with his digits. She reciprocated by reaching down and grabbing his cock with a backhand tennis grip, stroking him, while he plumbed her depths, and they kissed each other.

"Can I fuck you?" Chris asked.

"Mmmm... I'd rather not. We'd make too much noise," she said. "Plus, I'm about to come on your hand anyways." Chris marveled at the level-headed way she said that. His sister was really something else.

But Chris wasn't interested in coming on her hand, and all over their bodies and sleeping bags. He slowed down the movement of his finger in and out of her pussy, waiting for something.

"Yes, fine," she said. "I'll suck you off! Now keep going!" Chris smiled, having received exactly what he wanted. In no time, emitting just a couple of small, high-pitched squeaks, she came while he fingered her.

Taking almost no time to recover, Diane slipped herself off of her brother's hand and slid down to position her mouth over his cock. She first licked gently at the head. She couldn't see anything, but she didn't need to. She certainly knew her way around a cock by feeling alone. But her brother's cock was bigger than most. Licking at his head she felt like her tongue was very small by comparison. She drew the tip of her tongue up and over his slit, gently teasing him. Then she moved her tongue to the sensitive part right below the head, still lightly licking. She felt his hand pressure the back of her head and she realized he was becoming impatient, so she took him in her mouth. She sucked only the head of his cock at first, but she applied a great deal of pressure, as if she were sucking on a thick milkshake. At the same time she placed her tongue at the front of his shaft and slid it up and down rhythmically. Finally, she started stroking up and down his shaft with both hands. It was a lot of work, but from all indications, it was having its desired effect. In no time at all, she felt his cockhead swell in her mouth and she felt the shaft start to pulse, so she readied for the torrent of come.

She knew there would be a lot, since he had been teased all day by her mother, so she prepared herself to swallow as rapidly as possible. Instead of letting the come well up in her mouth as usual, she took the first couple of sprays, and then swallowed before the fourth stream spurted. In this way she swallowed his enormous load without spilling anything! She smiled at herself, wondering how she compared to porn stars in the cocksucking department. She also gently stayed on his cock, licking gently as he recovered from his orgasm, until finally, his large rod started to lose its rigidity. Giving it a friendly "job well done" pat, as if she and his cock were teammates or co-workers , she withdrew and slid back up to join her brother's other head.

"You're beautiful," he said, sweetly.

"Sure, I bet you tell all your cockwhores that," she tartly responded. But, of course, she was glad to hear such kind words from her brother. She cuddled up to him and rested her head on his strong arm and that was how they fell asleep.

When camping the morning light tends to disturb one's sleep. Thus, the whole family found themselves up and about by 7 oclock. Chris rolled over and realized that his sister was already out of the tent. He wondered what her deal was. She was always planning something, like putting pot in the dessert last night. He was sure she had something else devious planned for today. But he was equally sure that he would like it. 

There were no showers or plumbing on the property. The farmhouse, even when it did provide a home for whoever lived there, was always reliant on an outhouse. So the lake was the best solution for keeping clean. It was generally pretty cold, but this late in the summer, it wouldn't be all that bad. Without even saying anything, it was clear that they would all eat breakfast, then head down to the lake for a cleansing swim.

Breakfast was cereal. They had a small container of milk that was kept in the cold beer cooler. And by the time Chris emerged from the tent, Diane had everything set out at the fold out table. It was a very nice morning, and the family was not doing much to cover themselves. Chris wore only a pair of basketball shorts, but kept his chiseled torso on display as he sat down to eat. Rob had a less impressive body, but he also stayed shirtless. Both of the women may as well have been shirtless, but for different reasons. Diane wore a bikini top that exposed most of her bouncing breasts to the world. Sandy, meanwhile wore an old workshirt with the first four buttons undone. Her breasts were easily visible when she leaned over to grab something.

Both Rob and Sandy were feeling vigorous. Neither of them knew they were high on marijuana the night before. They attributed the strange sensations to the change in scenery. But they also were thrilled over the mindblowing sex they experienced. Neither divulged the extent to which their libido was enticed by their own children, and they were both happy to have the other believe that their marriage was still vital enough to give rise to such needy, earth-shattering sex. Neither parent was under any illusion that they concealed their lovemaking from their kids. In fact, part of the thrill came from the fact that they totally abandoned any thought of consequences as they fucked. Rob normally might have objected to Sandy's display of her tits in front of the kids. But, after last night, he thought, what was left to hide? Sandy, of course, knew that her children had seen far more than her tits.

Finishing breakfast quickly, they got ready to head off to the lake. They called it a lake, but it was more of a pond. It was large enough to play around in, but it was no larger than an olympic-sized swimming pool. It took a bit of a hike to get there, through some wooded areas. So everyone wore more than just swimming gear, to protect against nettles and the like. 

They arrived at the lake at midmorning, just as the sun breached the top of the trees and illuminated the clearing abutting the lake. There was a decent area perfect for undressing, that looked like someone had mowed the lawn. Of course, nobody had. Chris suspected it was animals, who grazed near the water source. In any case, it was an ideal staging area. 

Chris threw off his shirt and pants, and exposed himself to the sun proudly. He was bronzed and looked practically godlike in the clear morning light. Diane was just as eager to expose herself to the warm rays. She stripped off her accoutrements and opened her well-formed body to the world's view. Chris and Diane stood there for a while, as the warm sun felt great on their skin. 

Perhaps Chris and Diane were also waiting to see what their parents would choose to wear into the lake. Rob had on a pair of swimming trunks. He was no bronzed specimen like Chris, but he worked out and had a very respectable middle-aged body. He had a moderate amount of chest hair, and an understandable lack of melanin. Then Sandy disrobed. She shocked all of them by pulling off the old workshirt that she wore and exposing nothing but her beautiful breasts. The three other family members just stared. Sandy was undeterred by the attention, and she continued by pulling off her warmup pants and exposing her naked legs, butt and sex to their views. Sandy took a moment to stretch, even spreading her legs and bending down to touch each of her toes in turn. Everything was on display.

For a good 10 seconds Sandy showed off and the others gawked, until Sandy took a running start and made a splashing, crashing, falling, then diving entrance into the lake. All three watched in silence as the naked pussy lips were the last thing to disappear into the water. At that point, everyone else jumped in. They knew it was best to go in fast, and get used to the cold water, so they followed the maternal lead and crashed into the lake.

After swimming a bit underwater Chris emerged where the water was too deep to stand. He stayed treading water and trying to locate his family members. Then he felt a chill go up his spine as something alive twitched against his leg. Then again. He started to panic, and then he noticed that it had grasped his cock through his shorts. And now, the mystery creature had actually pulled his trunks down and was fellating him! He laughed and tried to swim away. Eventually he did, but the mystery creature kept hold of his shorts. Chris now had a real problem: he was naked, and had a boner. But he was even more surprised to note that his mom never surfaced. She pantsed him, blew him and disappeared, all without a trace.

Chris saw some splashing at the other side of the lake, and swam leisurely over. He saw his sister and father in a splash fest as he approached. Turns out, the tiny bikini his sister was sporting was not built for active endeavors. Her breasts were out and proudly on display. And Rob was paying very close attention. Finally, losing the battle, Diane retreated, diving into the deeper water and coming up for air near Chris. Then a shriek coursed through the air, and Chris saw Diane struggle against the same underwater creature. Diane was obviously getting something of the same treatment. But Chris watched very carefully this time, hoping to see his mother's trick. Nothing. Diane stopped shrieking, mom was nowhere in sight, and Chris thought he knew who had whose bikini bottoms.

Now Chris was very curious. He moved to the shallows, and stood where the water was just waist level. From here he could survey the whole lake. He kept an eye on his father, who he knew would be the next target. Rob was chasing after Diane, so he was headed out to the deep waters where the mystery creature lurked. Then, with a surprisingly high-pitched note of surprise, Rob too fell victim. Watching carefully, Chris was pretty sure he knew, from the look on Rob's face, the exact moment when the cocksucking started and ended. 

And then, just after the struggle ended, three yards away, Chris spotted it. It was a reed, suspiciously floating through the water. It was headed to the shore, where he was sure its owner would be gloating over her victory. He was determined not to let it happen.

Chris swam steadily to intercept the reed. He figured she had about 5-6 feet of visibility underwater, so he circled around her, and dove to catch her from behind. She was swimming a leisurely underwater breaststroke, so he was easily able to overtake her underwater from behind. He saw the reed rising from her mouth and he saw the shorts and bikini bottom in her hand. 

Acting fast, Chris grabbed both of her legs and jerked her backwards. Then he grabbed the reed out of her mouth before twisting the arm holding the clothing behind her back. Sandy never had a chance. She was both surprised and much less strong than Chris. She immediately let go of the clothes. The easy surrender gave Chris the opportunity for the coup de gras. He twisted her around and cupped her pussy with his hand, before briefly inserting a finger. 

Then, as she went up for air, he kicked for the shore. Several yards away, he used the reed for a breath of air. He was surprised at how effective the reed was, nearly as good as a snorkel. But it didn't need to be that good. He quickly got to the shore and got out with his prize bounty: three swimsuits!




Midwest Mom Ch. 06



As he stood on the shore ready to gloat he totally forgot about the nakedness. His cock was half-hard and stood almost straight out. And as his father and sister approached it never even occurred to him that he was pointing at them in a rather unusual way, he was so busy talking smack. 

Of course, Chris also didn't notice the very troubled look on his dad's face. Apparently, Rob didn't realize that Chris was only the second hand possessor of the stolen swim trunks. Rob assumed that Chris was responsible for the theft as well as the ancillary activities, and his consternation was very evident. 

"You little bastard! You spoiled my plot!" cried Sandy as she finally emerged. And then the pieces fell into place for Diane and Rob. And the whole family laughed so hard they were rolling on the ground. Of course, that got them dirty again and they had to take another cleansing dip. Which only led to more naked tomfoolery. After a while they were no longer self-conscious about their nudity. Which is not to say, of course, that they were no longer aware of it. Both Chris and Rob were sporting hard-ons for almost the whole time. And very often these became a useful handle for the females, in executing their underwater pranks. The men on the other hand, found plenty of excuses to grab and squeeze the breasts of the two women. 

Before long the whole family was exhausted and waterlogged. So they decided to get dressed and head back to camp. 

It was lunch time, and they left the food preparation chores to Diane. The other three stripped down and laid out in the sun. Chris was planning on leaving his shorts on, but when he saw his mom and dad strip down naked and plop down on a towel, he decided not to break with form. 

After a few minutes, Diane called everyone to the table for lunch.

"Whoa, looks like I'm overdressed," she said, as she saw the three naked people converge on the table. It was funny because Diane was wearing the skimpiest swimsuit of all time. But she wasted no time in slipping it off and going au natural with the others. The sight of Diane's nakedness stiffened both Rob and Chris' dicks considerably, and they both quickly sat at the table in order to hide the evidence.

Lunch was sandwiches and pudding. Chris thought the pudding had a kind of strange aftertaste, but he didn't dwell on it. Instead he just headed to the cooler and grabbed a warm beer to wash the food down. 

Returning to the table, he asked what was up for the afternoon. 

"I was thinking of taking a walk to the airplane," said Diane. "Would anyone want to come along?" 

Perhaps predictably, Chris and Sandy declined and Rob eagerly accepted the invitation. The airplane was an old prop jet that crashed long, long ago. It was pretty rusted, but it was clear it was an old plane, and it provided a good destination for a half hour hike in the woods.

So Rob and Diane put on some clothes and trudged towards the woods. Rob had a few second thoughts when he realized he was leaving his wife stark naked with a handsome 25 year old man. His mind flashed to the kiss he thought he saw at the rest stop on the way up. But the prospect of having exclusive access to his daughter's sexy form was enough to push those thoughts out of his mind, and he followed her eagerly into the woods.

Chris and Sandy were ready to jump each other the moment Rob disappeared into the woods. He didn't know why, but Chris's cock was rock hard and he was immediately hornier than he had ever been in his life. He attributed it to all the nakedness and outdoor stimulation, but he didn't think too much about it. He had only one thought on his mind: fucking his mom.

Rob was suffering a similar affliction. Five minutes into the walk, his cock had shot up in the air, even as he hiked. Of course, he was following his daughter, who despite the perils of cross-country hiking was still wearing tight little shorts. She was twitching her ass back and forth as she walked and generally doing everything she could to look sexy to her fellow traveler. But Rob was shocked that he had such a massive boner even while he hiked.

The hike was a blur. As he subconsciously put one foot in front of the other his total concentration and focus was on the ass of his daughter, and what he so desperately wanted to do to her sexy little body. Fragmentary objects floated through his vision; breasts, her pussy, her come hither smile. Then memories; her lips on his cock, her sexy voice calling him daddy, the drop of semen on her chin as she smiled at him. Then fantasies; grabbing hold of her hips and plunging his cock into her, the sound of her coming, the taste of her pussy. He couldn't contain himself. He was almost coming inside his shorts, altering his steps to increase the friction of cloth against cock.

He had to snap out of this frenzied state when they arrived at the crash. His daughter stopped, looked back and flashed her gorgeous smile at him. It was a simple smile, saying "look, we made it!" But Rob was in another world. To him, that smile was about sex. It was seen through a filter of the nastiest, most depraved sexual images that had accumulated through the unbelievably stimulated jaunt through the woods. 

Rob moved towards her with that look in his eye. It was a look of pure, unadulterated need. 

But Diane coolly side-stepped his approach. She didn't appear taken aback by him, but she sure didn't seem like the same girl who gave him a blowjob on a ferris wheel at a crowded fair. 

"Do you want to take a rest here, daddy? Or should we just head right back?"

Rob's penis ached. His mind refused to process. He caught his daughter's eye and gave her a pleading look. She knew what he wanted. He knew she did, but she wasn't giving it to him. She was teasing him. Finally, he managed a pathetic "Please?" It was the most needy, pathetic, inferior word he had ever uttered. He was in a position of complete subservience, absolutely at the mercy of his daughter.

Diane, on the other hand, was eating this up. She loved to push his buttons, revel in the turmoil she could stir up in his depths through her manipulations. She felt pity for him. She knew the level of his desire, but she also thought of it as something of a gift. How great was his pleasure fucking mom the night before? How great would be his pleasure when she finally gave him what he wanted? It was torture, but it was also a gift. Of course, this time she had taken it to another level, by putting a crushed viagra pill into his chocolate pudding. And it had worked quite well she thought. He looked like he was just about to crack. But she still wanted to stretch it out yet further.

"Daddy. Stop with that nonsense. Can't we just enjoy a pleasant walk together? You know, like we used to?" 

This appeal hit Rob in the most non-sexual place, talking about before he was depraved, before he yielded to desire for his precious daughter. He was immediately thunderstruck by guilt. Dropping his gaze, he mumbled something, and started back towards the camp, slowing to let his daughter take the lead. The sexy ass, the spontaneous sexual images of her, they didn't go away. But they stabbed him with pangs of guilt, each just slightly more intense than the mind-shattering pangs of lust. His body was wracked by these competing, contradictory impulses. Present only to this interiorized emotional firestorm, Rob's eyes glazed over, and he simply put one foot in front of another, totally lost to the world outside of that gorgeous, twitching ass.

At the campsite, Chris and Sandy were almost as far gone. In perfect, athletic unison he pumped his hips against her thrusting pelvis. If they weren't slaves to desire, they surely would have felt discomfort at the intensity of the impact between their pelvises. But as it was, each time Chris bottomed out in his mom's vagina, the explosive contact between them sent shockwaves of pleasure coursing through them, and urged them, like addicts, forward towards the next, even more powerful thrust and counter-thrust. 

Her breasts were shaking wildly with each thrust. Her pussy was frothy with lubrication. Her body was drenched with their combined sweat. Finally, reaching the heights of pleasure, Sandy's pussy clenched down, a protracted muscle spasm of extraordinary power, literally capturing Chris's cock at the depths of her vaginal canal. The release of such a powerful muscle spasm caused a torrent of pleasurable sensations to rush through her. The electric wave of pleasure coursed through her every fiber, and left her gasping and crying out, when after several more strokes Chris joined her as his penis jolted with pleasure and volleyed forth for what seemed like an eternity inside his mother's pussy. 

The cataclysm of pleasure left the two lovers, soaking in sweat, entangled and unmoving for several minutes. But the powers unleashed were not yet spent. After a brief respite, her hips were once again rocking against her son's pelvis, and sexual thoughts were pouring through her consciousness. They were overrun with horniness. 

"Eat me." It was not a request. She had an image of her son feasting on her own freshly fucked cunt, and the image turned her on. Now, as mother, she commanded son to make it happen.

He could only obey. He scooted down between her legs. She bent them at the knees and spread them as far as possible, fully exposing her well-used cunt for his lingual servicing. He looked at her quim and hesitated. Her inner lips gaped open, and he good see a pool of his gathered semen, against the shiny pink background. 

He licked up and down, tonguing her labia gingerly, reticent about plunging in. Then she grabbed his head with both hands and pulled him into her. His tongue protruded her inner labia and was bathed in his semen. At that point he could only lick and suck. Still under the spell of his drug-induced sexual trance, he soon got into it, finding the task to his liking. He licked and lapped, canvassing his mom, inside and out, with his tongue, and consuming his own seed in the process. 

If he had stopped to think, he might have rationalized his activities. It was his own semen after all. Plus, if his sister and mom and sister were able to enjoy his cream why shouldn't he. But these thoughts never formed. It was a subrational form of excitement, as he enthusiastically ate out his mom under the most perverse circumstances possible. His cock was tingling again, ready for more action. And just as his enthusiasm was peaking, as he was moving his lips and tongue in and out and causing his mom to buck her hips against his probing mouth, he sensed a drastic change. The shadows of Rob and Diane were now cast over him with his mouth sucking deeply on his mom's vagina. 

For a moment, in the long late afternoon light, there was the pregnant tension of a wild west standoff. The shadow that fell over the mother-son cunnilingus served as a much harsher accusation than any words might have. During that protracted moment of realization, accusation and admission, Chris's mouth didn't move from his mom's nether lips. Her hips stopped bucking. His lips and tongue stopped wriggling. And the world fell still.

Diane stood aghast. She had never seen anything so dramatic in her life. And she spent a good deal of her life instigating drama. Clearly, here was her greatest achievement. But perhaps she had gone too far. She knew she had pushed her dad to the edge. He was frenzied by her eroticism, and unfairly tortured by her invocation of guilt, even as she mercilessly flaunted herself in front of him. As he stood over his son at his wife's vagina, jealousy, a two-fold betrayal, and probably a whole new double layer of lust and guilt were added to the already volatile emotional mixture. During that moment of realization turned confrontation, Diane saw something snap in her father's eyes.

Then came the action. His gaze was set. He would no longer plead for pleasure, he wouldn't grovel. Now he would take. What surprised Diane the most was how he took. 

There was a calm determination to his actions. He lowered his pants, releasing his turgid cock. It bobbed upon release, and all three pairs of eyes focused on it. Then he grabbed Chris by the hair and pulled him to his cock. Chris was caught so offguard that he was unable to move. Compared to his father's forceful, determined movements, Chris was pliant and his mind was reeling, nowhere near coming to grips with his reality. Passively, he watched as he was pulled towards his dad's engorged cock. From his perspective it appeared huge, and angry. The head was a shade of dark red, and it pointing straight at his face, Chris saw a small bit of clear liquid form at the tip. Chris's mouth was probably already opened in shock, and the cock slid inside. Instinctively, he just started to suck, slowly moving up and down on his dad's penis as his dad held a grip on his hair and pushed and pulled, encouraging the movement of his blowjob. 

There was a look of determination on Rob's face, but also pleasure. Diane couldn't help but stare at her father. He seemed so violent, so unhinged. She wasn't sure if the pleasure she could see in his features was a result of the physical stimulation at his cock, or a result of sheer domination and power.

A feeling of sickness rose in Diane. It seemed like her father's rage, or whatever it was, had assumed cosmic significance. Dark summer storm clouds were rolling quickly through the sky, casting a dark pall over their troubled gathering. Still the scene persisted. Rob with a twisted look on his face and Chris servicing his father in such a humiliating way. It was so violent, so exploitative, so obviously vengeful. It just didn't look right seeing her brother getting face-fucked by her father. She was overcome with guilt over what she caused.

She tried to make amends. Kneeling next to Chris she moved her head to the cock, and brought her lips to the side of the shaft, which was sliding in and out of Chris's mouth. But there wasn't much she could do. Moreover, it seemed like Chris was actually sucking. There was nothing to read in his eyes. They were glazed over and his actions were mechanical. 

But, then, all of a sudden, something shifted in Chris's eye. It wasn't horror. Or sickness. Or even hatred. It was lust! And then the look in his eye transformed into action, as he started to blow with a bit of a flourish. Instead of deep-throating his dad's cock, Chris moved his lips and tongue over the head. He slowly ran his tongue under the head, then, gently up, forcing the slit open, and drawing away a bit of precum. Then, he took the whole head in his lips and was tonguing away. Next, he started jerking his dad's cock with his fist as he sucked on the tip. His powerful neck muscles tensed as he moved back and forth and sucked like a pro. 

Diane, still kneeling next to Chris, watched the transformation with fascination. The horrible sickness she felt at doing this to her father and brother, melted away. In its place a complicated, powerful tidal wave of love and passion welled up. Her pussy felt like a floodplain, and once again, she was ready to take charge. 

She pushed Chris off of Rob's cock. She moved her mouth to her father's and kissed him, as she forced him to the ground. In no time she straddled him and she was giving her father the pussy that had almost pushed him to the brink. She rode him energetically, bouncing up and down, while her father thrust upward to meet her in her deepest place possible. In no time, he spasmed and spewed his come deep into her vagina. Falling forward, Diane deeply kissed her father.

Just then, the rain clouds let loose. With a crack of thunder, the sky opened and it poured. In seconds, everyone was soaked. 

Moving quickly, Diane hopped off her father's cock, and jumped to grab the packages of food and clothes that were laying out. The others just sat there, unsure how to react, battered by the pounding rain. 

"Well come on! Get inside the tent!" Diane shouted. They all piled into the kids tent, which was a tight squeeze, and looked like a indistinguishable tangle of naked body parts. Diane was the last to jump in, setting down a plastic container and a spoon before zipping the tent behind them.

It was almost impossible to hear anything as the rain drummed against the rain fly. The dark clouds also dimmed the daylight considerably, making it very hard to see in the tent. 

The only movement was Diane. She was sitting up, and against the side of the tent, they could see her silhouette as it seemed she was rubbing her tits with a purpose. Next she moved over to the three others, huddled together on the other side of the tent. She took Rob and Chris by the hand and pulled them in to her chest. They were smeared with chocolate pudding! With that discovery, both men eagerly licked her titties clean. Rob took his time, finally gaining access to the breasts, the hard nipples, that had been the agents of his torment for so long. He loved them, their perfection. But when it was clear the pudding was all gone, Diane pulled away.

"Ok, thats enough," she said. Then, taking hold of both of the cocks in the tent, she said "it's time for the ladies."

She spooned globs of pudding onto both cocks and spread a thick layer over each cock. Finishing, she licked her hand and claimed her father's cock for her own. Sandy was not long in latching on to her son's slathered rod.

The sensation for the men was glorious, especially as the viagra started to make its way into their bloodstreams. The coolness of the pudding felt good on their penises, but something about the purposefulness of the ladies in trying to remove the pudding was an extra thrill. 

Soon they were done. Sandy, who had been scared to death by the scene between Chris and Rob, was eager to go re-establish a connection with her husband. She grabbed his cock and led it through the dark, electrified, humid air of the storm to her pussy hole. He fucked her with abandon.

Diane wanted to experience the type of energetic cunnilingus she witnessed between Chris and his mom. She had never seen someone put some much energy into licking and sucking a pussy. Plus, she knew she still harbored the semen that Rob injected into her as the storm crashed in.

Chris would have insisted on sucking his sister's gooey hole, even if she didn't propose the idea. He liked the taste of his own semen in his mom's quim. The experience of sucking his father's cock unmoored something inside of him. He'd never been interested in penises before. But being forced to suck cock unhinged something in him, and he kind of liked it. Now he wanted to indulge the thrill of tasting someone else's seed in his sister's pussy. He dove in with abandon. With no preliminaries, he stabbed his tongue into his sister's hole and reveled in the incestuous mixture of liquids gathered there. He drew the salty mixture into his lips, and then moved to kiss Diane on the lips, sharing his prize with her. As they broke the kiss, Diane whispered into his ear. "Pretty rad, huh bro?" He answered by playfully pinching her nipple as he descended back to her creampie. 

So the family fucked and sucked for the next several hours. Every position possible was experimented with. Chris and Rob came until they were physically drained of semen. And every drop of semen eventually found its way into someone's mouth. Finally, moments after Chris shot his last load into his mom's pussy, the family cuddled together and fell into a deep, contented sleep. Just about then, the storm let up and gave way to a cool night. Luckily, there was plenty of body heat to go around inside the crowded tent.



Midwest Mom



As he once again moved up her sides, squeezing and kneading her skin with a sort of reverent passion, she grabbed his hands. For the first time, he was seized with doubt. Had she come to her senses? Just as he was about to break the tension with an awkwardly stuttered apology, she started to move his hands back down again. She unbuttoned her shorts and with her hand on the back of his, she moved it towards her sex. As their hands moved downwards together, they passed over a thin layer of pubic hair. Finally, his hand reached her wetness. And Sandy was very wet. She pressed his hand onto her pubis, leaving no doubt what she wanted him to massage next. 

He dipped his fingers into her pussy and spread her juices over her outer lips. Then her massaged her vagina up and down, without entering her or touching her clitoris more than briefly. He was driving her wild. Finally he moved his fingers to the cleft of her vagina and directly pressured her clit. She tried her best to muffle the moan as ecstasy shot through every nerve in her body. She orgasmed violently, leaking her juices all over her son's hand and her panties. 

Chris continued to touch her, moving towards her opening with his fingers. But before he reached his destination, Sandy flipped over and looked him in his eyes. She kissed him on the mouth. But just a peck, just like always, which made it even sexier. It was a reminder of what they were, and what lines they were crossing. Then she expertly undid her son's trousers and freed his cock. 

After the events of the day, it was not going to take much to cause Chris' staff to explode. Sandy's mouth was certainly capable of doing the job. She grasped his cock fully with two hands and put her mouth over the helmet. She tongued around his slit and the sensitive area just beneath it, while she used her hands to rhythmically squeeze his cock. Then, as he started to buck with passion, she pressed her tongue hard against his penis and slid it deep into the back of her mouth. Her throat muscles squeezed his cock as she pressed her face into his pubis, before sliding up again and then back down. By the third stroke, Chris was jettisoning his semen into his mother's mouth.

Sandy was almost overwhelmed with the amount of cum and the force of it splashing against the back of her throat. She tried to stay on his cock with her mouth until he was finished spurting, but her mouth was quickly filling up. She raised up slightly and took a big swallow before she continued to gently coax the cum from her son's cock with her tongue. Finally, after nearly filling her mouth again with his seed, Chris' cock stopped spraying. She swallowed again and pressed her lips to the tip of her son's penis, as she closed her eyes tightly and quickly came to terms with what had happened. She hesitated before lifting her head up to face her son, whom she had just taken to third base.

"Wow" he said. "I guess you're not the Virgin Mary after all" he joked, sensing his mom's hesitation. She moved her face towards his, and put her arm around him, drawing him near. He could smell himself on her breath, but he didn't mind. She looked more beautiful than ever to him right then. 

"Nah. That was more of a Mary Magdalene move right there, wasn't it." He snickered at her allusion to Jesus' favorite whore. Then she looked him in the eyes and kissed him like no mother and son should kiss, swirling tongues as they gave each other completely over to one another.

Sandy broke off the kiss, put her feet on the floor and leaned over her son by placing her hands on the back of the couch. In the dim light, Chris looked first at her face and then his gaze traced down her curves all the way down to her unbuttoned shorts. He appreciated every inch of her. She stood there for a moment, appreciating his inspection of her. Then she pushed off the couch and stood in front of him. Sandy shimmied a bit and in an instant she was naked. She lifted one leg up and put her foot down next to her son on the couch, spreading her quim in front of him in the fading light. Chris could smell her sex better than he could see it, but the idea that his mom was presenting her aroused pussy to him immediately reinvigorated his cock. 

Sandy grabbed her son's head and pulled him towards her pussy, slowly but inexorably driving him back to his ultimate origin. Chris let her move his head towards her, letting the tractor beam of her pussy pull him closer and closer. When his face approached her quim, he had his tongue out and ready for action. This time he didn't begin with her clitoris, although he knew thats where women like to be licked. Instead, he licked up and down her slit, savoring her oozing sex organ like it was a fine delicacy. His tongue swept in and out and up and down, plumbing the depths of his mother in a way that he never thought possible. 

Chris could have feasted on his mother's treasures indefinitely, but she pulled his face, sloppy with puusy juice, away and pushed him back on the couch. She was ready to fuck her own son.

She put her knees on either side of his legs. Her son's cock looked almost unnatural, sticking straight out from his unbuttoned pants and pulsing with what seemed to be its own heartbeat. It was no small thing. Maybe bigger than his father, thought Sandy, and she felt another gush of warmth flood her sexbox. Slowly she lowered herself onto his cock. First she allowed only his head in, twisting her hips so her inner lips brushed over his glans. Then, very slowly, she lowered herself onto his pole. He was very patient. He didn't thrust into her as she might have expected. Instead, he allowed the pleasure and the pressure to slowly increase as her pussy took him deeper and deeper and her pussy muscles started to milk him. 

Chris' hands were everywhere. He couldn't get enough. He touched and rubbed and squeezed every part of the mother that had only recently become his ultimate sexual object. He grabbed her ass and pulled and pushed her cheeks together as she rode steadily up and down. Then he rubbed and kneaded up to her breasts which he pushed together to bury his face in her cleavage. Then he grabbed her face. He touched her eyes and her ears. He brushed back her hair with his nails, scratching her scalp in a way that caused her to moan with pleasure. He put his fingers in her mouth and felt her tongue and teeth and lips. All of this Chris did with an urgency, like he was addicted to her skin and every touch brought him unimagined pleasure. All the while, she rode up and down on his cock, causing him to touch her in all the right places. She was somewhat amused by his energetic explorations of her body, and loved the feeling that her body was his playground to explore. Her husband lacked any semblance of Chris' wide-eyed sexual enthusiasm. And from the depths of her pussy she could also tell that her husband lacked the girth and length of Chris' cock. Even in this position, she could feel his cock touching her deeper than she had been tocuhed in a long time. 

They lasted for a long time. But soon Chris started to pay less attention to his mom's skin and more attention to thrusting deeply into her vagina. Sandy sensed this and sat all the way down on his cock, keeping him deep within her. She purposefully squeezed his cock with her vaginal muscles and let go rhythmically. As she did so, she grabbed his chin like she would have when he was a naughty child, so that he would look her in the eye. 

"This is a secret" she said, still squeezing his cock deep in her quim, but betraying no levity. 

"Yes mom" replied Chris, although his mind was 90% focused on his cock deep within her. 

Then Sandy kissed him deeply, letting her tongue slide around his mouth and sucking his tongue into her own. As she broke the kiss, Sandy started to rise and fall on his cock with pace. As she rose and fell, she could feel her own orgasm approaching and worked his cock against her in a way thats only possible for a woman on top. In that way she timed their orgasms to crash together at the exact same time. He sprayed another significant load into his mother and she leaked her juices all over his lap. 

They let the orgasmic bliss subside while their sweaty bodies rested against one another. Then Sandy snapped back to reality, checked the late hour on the clock and jumped off her son's still hard cock. Semen dripped out of her as she stood up.

"Quickly, your father could be home soon."

With that, Sandy gathered her clothes and raced upstairs to take a shower. Chris did the same, but in his own bathroom. About 15 minutes later they were both downstairs in decent nightclothes when they heard Rob pull into the driveway. As her husband parked the car and gathered his things, Sandy reached into Chris' pants and squeezed his cock, nibbled his ear and whispered, "thank you for your help with my owie."

Chris smiled, adjusted himself and then went to hug his father as he entered the house after a long day and night at work.