8 comments/ 106974 views/ 10 favorites All in The Family Ch. 02 By: espeteroh Karen was wonderful wife. She was attentive, always beautiful and great in bed. It was hard not to think of the sex I'd had with her mother but not a single word about the incident had gone between Marie and I in the ensuing two years. Karen graduated summa cum laude from Catholic University. Her parents had a big party planned for her when we got back up to Maine. I probably should note that much to our dismay Marie did get pregnant from our encounter. I couldn't believe it and almost freaked out when she told me. My mind had raced uncontrollably but Marie had calmly stated that she would take care of the situation and that I should worry in the least. Of course I did worry anyway but Marie was very reassuring that our good relationship wouldn't be hurt and it wasn't as far as I could tell. Since she was Catholic abortion wasn't a consideration but the pregnancy of course caused many problems not the least of which was how to explain it since it was rare she had sex with her husband. Marie calmed me by telling me it had already been taken care of. She had confided in her gynecologist of her indiscretion without letting on that it was me she'd had sex with and had gotten him to agree to shift the conception date forward. When the baby arrived he'd assure everyone that the baby had come early and since Marie was a mere four weeks into her pregnancy when it was discovered it wasn't likely anyone would figure it out. But the baby had its own plans and was actually a little late in arriving. Her doctor was concerned because of this. The baby came about eight days late and somehow no one seemed to notice that she'd arrived "early." At least no one ever said anything about it. When Marie asked me what I though we should name her I'd said that I'd always wanted my first daughter to have her mother's name. Marie responded that she thought Marie would be a wonderful name for the new arrival and even though of course that wasn't what I had meant it worked perfectly. Because we'd maintained our residence in Virginia while Karen finished school we hadn't seen a lot of her family even over the summers. Mike had gotten married the summer before and moved to San Francisco to take a job as a risk analyst. But also the same year Karen graduated from college Leah was graduating from high school. Like her sister before her Leah had graduated with high honors. So her parents had planned a party for both of them and as they described it, no expense would be spared. Karen and I moved up to Maine on Memorial Day weekend. We'd put most of our stuff in storage until we settled on where we were going to live. Since neither of us had a job at that point her parents had insisted we live with them. When we got to Maine we found the first of the "surprises" her parents had promised Karen. The back yard was still humming with workers as the swimming pool was being put in. It was mostly done but of course it needed a lot of landscaping around it. Her father assured us that the landscapers would be done and gone long before the late June party they had planned. In fact both the pool and landscaping were done by the first weekend in June. Karen loved to swim. I looked at swimming as staying alive in the water but still loved the idea of sitting around the pool on a hot day enjoying a beer and a good book while taking in the sun. Maine, however, can be rather cool in early June and so it was that year. The big bash, as we called it, was schedule for the last Saturday of June that year. Two days prior Maine got hit with a heat wave as the temperatures suddenly soared from the mid-60s to the mid-90s and suddenly I was glad to have the pool right there. Even though the ocean was only minutes away with the water temperature hovering in the low 50s even the slightly sea breeze would render the beach very chilly. On Friday Karen's father had talked me into going out to a local driving ranger to hit a feel balls. Even though I protested that I didn't have any idea of how to swing a golf club let alone hit the ball he prevailed. We went in separate cars because he needed to go to Portland on business when we were done. When we left Karen and Leah were busy calling people about the next day's party. Marie had a late morning appointment with the pediatrician. Jack and I got to the driving range early. I was thrilled with myself the one time I accidentally hit the ball 200 feet. Jack, of course, was able to lob them that distance almost every time. We parted ways around ten thirty and I was home ten minutes later. As I went through the house I called out, "Karen honey, I'm home!" There was no answer. I went upstairs thinking maybe she was up there but she wasn't. Our bedroom faced the rear of the house so I looked out of it and down on the pool. I caught the sight of both Leah and Karen there. I saw Karen sitting behind her sister rubbing what I assumed was sun block on her back. But then I noticed that neither of them had the tops of their bikinis on. I couldn't see either of their breasts but felt tied to the scene. The window to the bedroom was open so I could hear their banter. They were talking about who was coming to the party, who they liked and who they didn't like. I wanted to see more but I was afraid to go out there so I just stood staring. I heard Leah tell Karen that the massage portion of rubbing in the block felt really good and so Karen continued to massage Leah's shoulders. I had decided that I wanted to surprise them by seemingly accidentally come upon them at the pool like they were. I virtually ran down the stairs and only slowed as I went out through the rear door to the pool. "Hi honey I'm home!" I said almost foolishly. But what I hadn't expected to see were Karen's hands on her sister's breasts. As Karen quickly withdrew her hands my jaw dropped and I said, "Holy shit!" Leah quickly grabbed a towel to cover herself. Karen didn't but tried to innocently ask, "What?" "You were touching Leah's breasts." Both Leah and Karen blushed and Karen blurted out, "No I was . . ." but stopped herself from continuing. We had had a conversation about denying the obvious and of course this was exactly that situation. It was a discussion we'd had only a few days before so it was fresh in both our minds although of course this context was never considered. I just stood there staring at Karen, then looking at Leah, then back to Karen. This was the loudest silence I'd ever experienced. Finally I asked, "Are you two having . . ." I let my words trail off as I was actually afraid to finish the sentence. After a couple of seconds Karen said, "Sex, are we having sex?" "Yeah." I said almost sheepishly. Karen looked at Leah and then up at me. She gave me this look she'd given me so many times when the answer seemed obvious but it still needed to be said. "What do you mean by sex?" she asked. "Well," I fumbled, "do you kiss and stuff?" Karen again looked at Leah then as she looked back at me she nodded. "Are you mad?" She asked. I paused and then said, "No, just surprised." I knew I couldn't be mad at her with my history with her mother. "How long have you two . . ." I was having a hard time completing sentences. "I dunno, a long time," Karen replied. I needed to sit down so I took the chair closest to the two of them. As I sat down I look at Leah. She was still holding the towel to her chest. "So what do we do now?" Leah asked very sheepishly as she looked towards Karen. Karen didn't immediately reply and feeling emboldened and holding some power over them I looked at Leah and said, "Let me see your tits." The grin that had gone across my face was quickly washed away as the both said "No!" at the same time. "Why, they're just tits and besides which I already saw you two you know." I knew it was a weak case but to my surprise Leah shrugged her shoulders as Karen looked at her and then dropped the towel. Leah's breasts were more like her mother's than Karen's. They were what some people would call pendulous but the nipples and areoles were puffy. I'd always had a thing about puffy nipples but prior to that moment I'd been confined to seeing them in magazines. Finally I said to Leah, "You guys must have been out here for a while." They looked at each other a bit confused and then Karen said, "Why?" "Because her tits are getting red," I said nodding towards Leah. As Karen looked over and Leah down at the telltale redness below the point where she had obviously tanned in previous years. "So Karen, why don't you help your sister but putting some block on her tits for her." I thought this was something they'd both object to but once again they looked at each other and Karen finally said, "Sure, why not." Leah shifted around as Karen grabbed the sun block from the ground. She put a little on her hands, rubbed them together and then started rubbing it into her sister's breasts. This was positively the hottest scene I'd ever experienced. It only took a few moments for her to rub it in but as soon as she was done I asked, "Can I see you guys kiss?" This time they smiled at each other and Leah turned a little towards Karen as the sisters engaged in a very unsisterly like kiss. I thought they'd just give each other a quick peck but I could see Karen's tongue go into Leah's mouth and the Leah do the same to Karen. They probably only kissed for about thirty seconds but it seemed much longer. I moved my chair over next to Karen and said, "Kiss her again." Karen smiled and obliged and as she kissed Leah I started caressing her breasts. When I first touched her nipples I heard Karen gasp between kisses and then moan. Her nipples were as hard as little pebbles. Then finally I reached over and touched the tips of Leah's breasts. Though I didn't think they should have been surprised by this moved they stopped kissing and looked at me although neither said a word. Although I had stopped moving my fingertips of the tips of Leah's breasts I hadn't withdrawn them and with their silence I reached out once again only this time I squeezed Leah's breast. I was ready for Karen or Leah to protest but they didn't. Instead Karen reached over and felt my cock which had gotten incredibly hard. As soon as she did that I stopped touching Leah's breast and looked down at her hand in my lap. As soon as Karen withdrew her hand I unzipped my pants and pulled out my cock. I was suddenly feeling braver and more brazen than I had in my entire life. "Someone's turned on," Karen commented as she saw my cock. "Well what do you expect with you two going at it like you were!" I said sarcastically. "We were just kissing!" Karen protested. "It's the hottest thing I've ever seen," I replied. "Really?" Karen asked and then looked down at my cock. She winked and took my cock in her hand again and said, "well I can see that might be true." She slowly stroked my cock and I started getting ideas. I let her do that for about a minute and then stood up and pushed off my pants and underpants. "What are you doing?" Karen asked with a grin. I pulled her up and pushed down her bikini bottom. "I'm gonna put this where it belongs!" I expected her to protest but when she didn't I turned her around and bent her over. I placed my cock between her pussy lips from behind and then pushed it in the whole time staring at Leah's tits. After a few seconds of slowly stroking my cock in Karen I said, "Leah, let me see your pussy." Karen weakly protested with a "No!" but Leah lifted her ass off the chair and slid down her bikini bottom bringing her pussy into view. Although it wasn't shaved her pussy hair was light colored and I could easily see her pussy lips through it. I continued to slowly fuck Karen as I stared at Leah's pussy. Then I said, "Leah, move up so Karen can eat your pussy." Both women protested with a rather strong "no!" "Are you telling me that you guys haven't done that before?" I could tell they were now looking at each other and I was looking directly into Leah's eyes. "Well, yeah," Leah finally said weakly. I could see the resignation on Leah's face although I don't think she saw this as a bad thing. Leah moved forward and I stopped fucking Karen long enough for her to get into a position where she could start eating Leah. As soon as she did I started fucking her again. The scene was so hot for me that I only lasted about a minute more before I came and I came extremely strongly. But as I stopped fucking Karen I thought she'd stop eating Leah. She didn't though and I heard Leah moaning softly. Karen did change her position so she was more comfortably between her sister's legs. I watched as Karen slipped a finger into her sister's cunt while she continued to lick her pussy. Even though I had come strongly a few minutes before I could feel myself becoming aroused all over again. My cock was semi-hard when I moved near Leah's face. She awkwardly took my cock into her mouth. I was sure Karen would protest this but she didn't. It did, however, push Leah over her edge and she very shortly let my cock drop out of her mouth as she started to have her orgasm. "Oh fuck I'm coming!" Leah screamed out. I had never heard a bad word cross her lips and now she was repeating oh fuck again and again. Leah's orgasm seemed to go on forever but as it did I became fully aroused again. Just as my cock seemed to be at it's fullest Leah seemed to finish her orgasm and relaxed. "So maybe we should do this the other way around now since you have come yet Karen," I said we a gleam in my eye. "We can't," Karen said matter of factly. "Why?" I asked. "Because Leah's still a virgin and yours is not going to be the first cock in her." "Oh," I said a little disappointed. "I don't mind," Leah said. She reached out and stroked my cock a couple of times and then continued, "it might be nice actually." Karen seemed to consider this for a minute and then said, "No, I don't want my husband fucking my sister." That statement seemed to take the air out of all of us and my cock wilted faster than it ever had. I tried to jump start things by getting Leah to eat my wife's pussy while I fondled Leah's tits but it just wasn't happening. All in the Family Ch. 02 Jamie finished class early which was good because he had, had a hard time concentrating all day. This morning's scene of Mary and William ran through his head till a steady erection and sweaty hands were all he had to show for it. Leaving the campus he'd squealed tires, hurrying and speaking to no one. He came through the door quietly but had decided to rush to Mary's room as soon as possible to figure out what was going on. Jamie noticed that the house was eerily silent even though both William's and Mary's cars were in the driveway, giving Jamie the impression that both were home. When he'd cracked the door to Mary's room he knew he'd been right. William and Mary lay asleep on the bed; William rested his head on Mary's chest as her arms wrapped around him. Jamie stood in the doorway watching, feeling his dick twitch as he looked on at the naked couple. "I wore him out," Mary whispered, startling Jamie. She laughed, "I just kept asking for more." William stirred, "Hmm?" "Nothing Daddy, just talking to Jamie." "Hmm," William replied lazily, going back to sleep. Mary giggled again, "See I told you so." Jamie had stepped inside the room now, leaning up against the door, "Are you aware of how awkward this is? How awkward it's going to be for Dad? What will we tell people Mary? Did any of this come to mind when you seduced him? What were you trying to do anyhow, replace Mom?" Mary became serious as she quietly slid off the bed, trying not to wake her father; she left her room, taking Jamie by the arm to follow her to his room. When they closed the door behind her she instructed Jamie to sit on his bed while she stood in front of him still completely naked. "Look, I'm not trying to replace Mom, that's the very last thing I'd want to do." "Sister or not, I can't concentrate on what you're saying if you're naked," Jamie pulled a t-shirt off the bed and threw it at her. "Here, put this on." Mary sat down on the bed after putting on the large shirt, and then she continued, "Okay, as I was saying. I love Daddy but it wasn't until last weekend that I realized how much and in a different way. It's much like the way my friend Rachel, from my English class, loves her father and her whole family in fact. They all fuck each other and whoever they bring home, I had a great time there that weekend and plan on going again." Jamie listened carefully, unable to concentrate on Mary's words but rather moved his thoughts to her body. "Mary, you're making me extremely horny," Jamie stated, stroking his dick through his jeans. "I hate to say it but I think you need to fuck me." Mary stood right in front of him again and took off the t-shirt, looking down with a raised eyebrow and smirk on her face she replied, "Really? You want to fuck your sister?" Mary taunted and teased him by unbuttoning his shirt and straddling his lap. She put and finger between her legs, fingering the inside of her pussy while the other hand played with her hardening nipple. "Oh God, oh fuck," Jamie blurted, his dick twitched in response to Mary's show. She leaned in close to his ear, whispering," Fuck me Jamie. Put your fat fucking dick inside me and fuck my brains out." She paused a moment before smiling devilishly. "Spank me because I've been bad." Barely able to control himself he whispered," I'll do you one better sis, lay down." With a grin, Mary obliged, placing herself in the middle of the bed. Jamie reached over beside the bed into his nightstand drawer and pulled out a pair of hand cuffs and keys. Once again, a smile broke out across her face as Jamie clasped them to her wrists, looping them in between the bars of his headboard. Jamie then stood up in order to quickly undress, getting back on the bed he straddled himself on top of Mary until his dick could easily slip into her mouth. "Suck it baby, suck it hard." Jamie pointed his dick in her mouth, which she gladly received, bobbing her head in her own rhythm. Jamie leaned back, pushing his dick further into her mouth while he reached back to fondle the folds of her pussy. Jamie's breathing became faster as Mary moaned around his dick in response to his fondling. "Oh Mary baby, I've got to fuck you, I can't handle it any longer." Jamie slowly slid his dick out of Mary's mouth, who continued to suck it until the head completely escaped her lips. Jamie spread her legs after moving in between them, he slipped inside her, filling her, both moaning in unison. Slowly his pace started off slow to enjoy the sensation while he pumped and hovered over her he leaned down, kissing her intently, grabbing a handful of hair he yanked her head back towards the pillow while he feasted and suckled on her neck, shoulder, and chest. Suddenly he broke his harsh affections to change positions. Leaning back while continuing his pace he put both of her legs on either one of his shoulders, his pace quickened into a frantic rhythm. Mary moaned loudly as she neared her final climax. Jamie's breath became ragged with his exhausting rhythm, he brought his hand to Mary's bottom briefly massaging before smacking it once, then again until it blended with the same pace as his pumping motion. "Ahh, ah, ah!" Mary moaned loudly as her orgasm overcame her body. Her hands fumbled to grab the rails of the headboard while her body rose and bucked, her toes curled. With a grunt Jamie released his seed inside her, stopping his movement entirely he collapsed on top of her. "Holy shit, that was good," Jamie heaved out after catching his breath. "Mmm, yes it was, damn good." All in the Family Ch. 02 Erin sat in a chair along the wall, a knee-length denim skirt pulled up the left side exposing her stump. The spaghetti straps of the black top exposed the shoulders and a small remnant of the right arm. She watched Casey attach the peg leg to the dark-blue carbon fiber socket. In the background, an electric saw buzzed though a plaster mold and in the other part of the shop, a phone rang with no one moving to answer it. "Ready," Casey said as she stood the completed peg leg on the rubber tip at the end of the titanium shaft. Erin stood and hopped six times, her stump swinging to help with the balance and the hem of the skirt flopping in the process. She rolled the socket liner in place over the stump and put the socket on. Balanced lightly on one foot, then applying weight to the peg leg, she looked at Casey. "Much better. That old socket was becoming un-wearable." "I like the color." "Yeah-h. Too bad I hide in pants it at work." She leaned closer and kissed Casey deeply on the mouth letting a hand touch a breast. It was not the first time and Casey casually pulled her closer. Thelma, standing nearby, coughed. "Sorry." Casey pulled back and turned around. A slight blush covered Thelma's face. "There's a phone call." She knew it was silly to react that way, she had seen them before. Now she felt her body grow warm from the sight. "Thanks again for the new socket." With a smooth, yet stiff-legged gait, Erin walked towards the door. Thelma followed and held the door for her. "How's the new stump?" "Been nearly a month and it's wonderful. Jack's thrilled too. We get stares. Not often, you see a couple where both are missing a leg. If they only knew why." She giggled. The door closed behind them and they both made their way across the parking lot to Erin's car. "Casey's going to make me a peg. That is just the coolest looking thing." She moved backwards on her crutches and watched Erin awkwardly get in the car then roll the window down. "We should have lunch," Erin said before blowing a kiss. Thelma nodded and waved as the car backed out of the parking place. The sun felt good and the morning was warm. She sat on the curb. The denim jeans pant leg folded neatly behind and tucking over the waistband provided a little additional padding for one hip. Casey walked across the parking lot, the sun reflecting off the metal pylon of the prosthetic leg with each step. "Such a great day," she said stopping in front of her. "Sorry, didn't mean skip out on work." She laughed and picked her crutches up before starting to stand. "It's okay. No one is coming until three." "Mack, right?" "Double below the knee and left below the elbow. One of the leg sockets isn't fitting very well. I think I can make a simple change and take care of that while he waits." "Is he going to get something for the arm?" "Doesn't sound like it. His older son is seeing Robert tomorrow about having a trim." "What, below elbow to above?" "Yup. Sam's excited about it. Mack too." She turned. "Be there in a minute," Thelma said watching Casey walk back. The tops of her crutches rested on the curb beside her, the tips pointing towards the door. Her eyes looked up along the blackened glass in the door, to the number above it - 3256. There was no sign naming the small prosthetics company. Casey only worked with people that had been to see her husband. Robert's only patients at one office were people, like Casey, like herself, and all his relatives, that had wanted to have an amputation. Erin was his nurse for that office which was open only one day a week. He had another office for other surgical patients open the other four days. She laid back on the grass strip between her and the sidewalk along the curving street though the office park. An occasional car or truck went by, but she found herself drifting into thoughts of lying on the grass at the lake where she had lived, where she had met Jack - the amputee she married just before her amputation. "Thelma!" Casey called holding the door open. Thelma stood and placed the crutches under each arm then made her way across the parking lot. "Huh?" "Olivia, a new patient of Robert's, is coming over to talk about prosthetics. She only had her surgery last week so she is no where close to being ready." "What'd she have?" "Her left arm, about midway between the wrist and elbow. She's forty-four, single, and Robert said a real knockout and loaded." They had just passed though the small lobby and front office into the workshop when the buzzer on front door sounded. "Olivia," the woman said, the door closing behind her. The white cotton dress lay perfectly over her tall, slim, nicely proportioned body. The neck of the dress was cut deeply enough that it was clear that she wore no bra, yet her breasts filled the bodice perfectly. The hem ended evenly just above the knees of tanned and perfect legs without hosiery. She would have been tall even without the black high-heal shoes. The fingers, long and slender, with nails pained a pleasant shade of red, extended only from her left hand. The right hand not there, the forearm ending below the elbow, a small white gauze bandage crossed the end of the stump. She took a few steps, heals making a slight clicking sound against the unpainted cement floor with each. "I'm here to see Casey." The right arm rose, the elbow flexed, and the stump moved as if to explain why, then dangled beside her. "I'm Thelma. Let me get her." Her eyes scanned the woman an extra moment before beginning to turn away. There was no need. Casey now stood beside Thelma and gave Olivia the same thorough study. "I'm Casey." She held out her left hand. "Must be awkward to do that," Olivia said. "Kind of you." It had only been a week and she still found herself reaching out with the hand no longer there. "I have several others without the right hand and I know it is polite to extend my left hand in that case. Can I get you some coffee? Have a seat." Casey said pointing to a chair beside the desk. "No. I just had some. I understand you...." Her elbow flexed as she paused and sat. "Yes, both of us actually. Robert is my husband. Thelma is married to his nephew. No use hiding anything when Robert is someone's surgeon." Casey giggled, and sat with her ankle resting over the prosthetic knee. "I'd started in prosthetics before I met him." She fussed with her hair. "He did my amputation. My business is with patients of his that wanted what we all wanted." She paused and looked again at different parts of Olivia then back at her face. "How can I help?" "I know it is too soon...." Her stump moved. "But I will want an arm, a hook probably. I don't know." "Give yourself a month, maybe a bit more. I'd be happy to help. I don't take any insurance though." "No problem. I was interested in finding what the options might be ... ah, appearances, terminal devices, and such." She lightly scratched at the end of her stump. "Hooks, cosmetic hands ... things like that." Thelma leaned against the wall and watched as Casey pulled a pamphlet from a shelf. "A lot of choices." She flipped it open to a page. "Have you thought about something like this?" A finger pointed at a woman fitted with a hook at the end of a flesh colored arm. "My friend has suggested something like that would be nice." Her eyes glanced first at the picture then Casey. "Friend?" Thelma asked moving closer to be involved in the conversation. "A kid at school. Well actually, he's twenty and saw Robert last year. That's how I learned about this wonderful opportunity." She laughed and ran her fingers though her hair giving it a slight flip. She searched for signs of disapproval. There, of course, were none. "Both legs?" Casey asked as if she remembered him. "Yes. Young men are God's gift to women." She paused with a big smile. "When they are legless, my heart just soars. "Too bad he couldn't be here with you," Casey said. "I'm sure when I come back for the arm. He had some exams at the university. I'm okay." She turned the pamphlet and looked at the woman in the picture. The end of the stump rested on the page. "Do you teach?" Thelma asked. "I'm part of an advisory committee. He was rolling down the hall one day. What can I say?" She chuckled. "The rest is history. He was honest about his legs. I was surprised at that. Anyway, I thought I owed it to him to be honest too - about my interest in young legless guys AND my desires about my hand." "It's interesting how that kind of stuff happens. I was at a lake one day when I first saw Jack, my husband now, and his parents ... they were all amputees." "Small world. My first husband never knew. I'm sure he'd have freaked out. Anyway, he left me a king's ransom when he croaked. Hmmm, that's a bit harsh ... died - weak heart. Guess some would say I fucked him to death." She snickered. "Couldn't get enough it seems." She paused and inhaled deeply. "He was interested in younger women, I was interested in money. It all worked out." "So the kid is open about his legs. Is he totally out to others?" "Tyler is sweet. I'm surprised he fell for an older woman. There were a few lovely 'girls' after him. They knew about his legs. I saw one pretending to be without legs using his wheelchair." She glanced at Casey. "Do you mind me talking about this?" She shook her head. "No, it's fascinating in a voyeuristic manner." "Makes my panties damp ... if I had any on." Olivia smirked. She brushed her stump at some hair that had fallen along her face. "We have a woman in our family that is missing both legs at the hip, virtually no stumps," Casey mentioned as she leaned back in the chair slightly. "Her sister is missing an arm near the shoulder." She nodded towards Thelma. "Everyone is missing something." "Wow." Olivia shifted in the chair. "Are they're many like us around here?" "A hundred and growing, and just in the city here." Her mouth opened as if she said 'wow'. "That's exactly how I felt," Thelma said. "Do you think Tyler's lady friends will come?" "Leah probably will. She's the one that was pretending to be legless. Holly, the other gal, will as well. I've offered to pay for their surgery and any hardware. I'm amazed as how expensive all these things can be. Tyler spent about three grand on his chair." "Sporty chairs can be expensive and a good powered chair can be fifteen or so," Casey offered. "That is kind of you to help them." "That is the one thing I 'can' do." She laughed. "You and Tyler, ah, live together." Thelma quizzed. "What can I say? He fucks real-l fine." The word stretched for a while. "Leah and Holly come over too." She paused considering how much to tell. "I like to watch them with him ... with each other." She stood quickly. It was hard to tell if she were just leaving or about to flee out of embarrassment, though it was hard to believe Olivia could ever be embarrassed. Halfway to the door, she turned back. "I'll let you know." She pushed at the door then turned and leaned against the half opened door. "Nice meeting both of you." The door closed behind her. Thelma glanced at Casey with a mild expression of surprise. "Wish I could have done something when I younger." "Yeah-h ... but she could have been their mother." "Kind of like you and Robert in reverse." She laughed then Casey joined in the laughter. - Leah rocked back in Tyler's wheelchair and balanced, moving the wheels slightly with her hands. "When?" The chair fell forward and landed on the front wheels. "I'm so ready. Finals are almost over. How much longer?" "Not much. She goes back to get her hook after about a month." He leaned back on one hand and flapped his short left stump a few times. The other leg ended so close to the hip, there wasn't anything to move. Looking at him dressed, one would not know he had anything past the hips. "I think I want both longer so I can wear legs." "If you can't?" "Are you shittn' me?" He shook his head, shrugged his shoulders, and watched her stand. The bottom of her t-shirt, ripped off and frayed, exposed her toned stomach and the hourglass figure. The black thong hardly covered her shaved pussy. She knew he was looking there. Her fingers pushed at the waistband. "Ya want to fuck me." Now the patch of fabric covered only the lower half of the slit. "Or just watch me play." "Yeah," he mumbled not really expressing an opinion. She bounced on the couch at the far end from him. The thong snaked along her legs then she held the fabric tight against her face and inhaled deeply. She held them by her cheek and looked at him. "What?" She again held them close. "I can't help it if I like the way I smell." "Leah, you're crazy, you know." "Fuck you! Not like you're all that normal ... both legs gone 'cause you 'wanted' to be that way." She smiled. He reached for the panties and pulled them from her hand then pulled her towards him. Her face fell against the shorter stump. He could feel her kissing along the faded scars. She looked up at his face and held his erection. "I'm going to do both like the short one." She again kissed the stump still holding him. "Maybe just one. Well, I'll know by the time I talk to the doc." - Allison dried the last dish and placed it in the cupboard. Older, yet still attractive, her blouse revealed a pleasant outline of her breasts just as her jeans clung nicely to her shapely hips. Leah leaned against the counter and sipped on a bottle of water. "Mom," she started then sipped again attempting to not lose all the fake confidence she had walking from her bedroom. Her mother turned and wiped her damp hands across both breasts. "What is it sweetheart?" One hand rested on the edge of the sink, the other reached over and turned the water off. "You seem tense. How are your finals going?" "I have one more, day after tomorrow. So far, I think I'm going to have all A's in my classes this term." Allison closed the distance between them and wrapped her arms around Leah burying her face between her own ample breasts. She pecked at the young woman's head then let go. "I'm so proud of you. I wish your father had lived to see you now." "Yeah." Her father had been a firefighter and died several years before when a burning building collapsed while he was inside. "Mom," she started again. "Can I ask about Dave?" Dave was her mother's latest boyfriend of just a few weeks. "Sure. Just about anything." There was a nervous laugh and she straightened her posture then brushed both hands along her hips before pushed one inside a pocket. Her feet were bare and one crossed casually over the other leg. "He's missing both legs. I was just curious why you picked him over Thom. Thom was a real hunk." "There is just something about Dave that makes me feel good in ways that Thom or even your father didn't quite do." "There a guy at school that is missing both legs. We've talked and I like him." "That's great. There's no reason to be ashamed of being with someone without legs." "Oh, I'm not. It is just that I find him particularly exciting BECAUSE he doesn't have legs. Is that how you feel about Dave? I mean, would you have dated him if he had legs?" Allison was silent and walked to the refrigerator, opened the door, stared inside, closed the door without taking anything out, then looked back at her daughter. "Ah." She cleared her throat and rubbed her hands again on her jeans. "Preferences in a guy can be complicated." She looked at Leah and dragged her tongue part way across her lower lip as if there had been something there. "Some women like big burly men, some like...." Leah cut her mother off. "Yeah. I know all that. I just wanted to know if you liked him because he was legless. What if he'd only been missing one leg, would you have found him as exciting?" "Is that the way you feel about your friend?" Allison asked without answering the question. Leah nodded her head and watched her mother nervously dodge the question. "Mom, it's okay if you feel this way. It's pretty obvious that you do, you know." She paused and there was only silence. "I don't want to have to hide my feelings and I wish we could talk about this." "I always have had a thing for legless men." "Good. I thought so. I've seen you sneak peeks at the new amputees at the rehab center where you work. I have too. That's why I like to visit you there." "It feels kind of nice to have that out in the open." Allison again opened the refrigerator and took a beer out. "Do you want one?" She asked, her head slightly inside, then took a second bottle out without waiting for an answer. Leah tilted the bottle up high and sucked half the golden fluid before stopping. She turned and walked into the living room and settled casually on the couch, an arm tossed over the back, a barefoot on the edge of the low table. She sat alone for several minutes until Allison joined her sitting at the other end, her bottle still mostly full. "Does he know?" Leah asked. Allison shook her head slowly. "I'd lose my job ... I need that job." "For the money ... or the rush of seeing an amputee?" "Yeah-h. It seems you understand a lot about these feelings." "More than you might know." Leah finished the beer and put the bottle on the table. "Will you ever be able to tell him?" "I keep hoping he will say something first. Guess that isn't going to happen." Leah twisted on the cushion and let her chest swell a few times with deep breaths. "If I lost my legs...." She paused and watched her mother's face closely - no reaction. "If I did, how would you feel?" She pulled one foot across her knee and held the ankle. "I can't pretend like I would think it was the worst thing that could happen." Leah watched her mother speak trying to gauge the words. Her mother continued, "I see people without legs live good lives, Dave for example is very independent." Leah nodded and shifted her hand from the ankle to her thigh. "So, you wouldn't mind." Her hand rose from the back of the couch and her head rested casually on it. "What are you talking about?" Allison began drinking faster and in larger gulps. She squirmed a little then turned and folded her legs like a loose pretzel. She fiddled with her toes interlocking some fingers between them. "There isn't any good way to say this I guess. I want to get rid of both my legs." The shocked expression gradually vanished from her mother's face as she absorbed what she'd heard. The last of the beer was finished and the bottle placed neatly next to the other one. "How?" she simply asked without any judgment. "Tyler, the legless guy at school, knows a surgeon." "Is that how he became that way?" Leah nodded. "Oh-h," Allison mumbled while un-crossing her legs. "Really?" Leah nodded again. "Oh, my God." Allison crossed a foot over the other knee. Both women sat in silence for several minutes as they thought about the conversation. Then Leah stood and took the bottles towards the kitchen. "Want another?" she called over her shoulder. As Leah put the bottles in the recycle bin, Allison stood behind her and wrapped both arms around her waist. She pecked at her daughter's neck. "I will love you however you are." She maintained the hug and kissed the cheek then earlobe. Leah twisted in the encircled arms and put her arms across her mother's shoulders. "I can go anytime. Will you come with me?" She leaned her face quickly forward to delay any response and covered her mother's lips with hers. She felt her mother's tongue slip between her lips. Leah let a hand slide downward until it covered a breast. "I love you," she whispered. The hand remained in place for a moment feeling the bare breast hiding beneath the blouse then suddenly pulled away. Her mother replaced the hand and whispered, "It's just fine." The kiss resumed. All in the Family Ch. 02 - Sitting on the couch, Tyler was reading his history textbook and watching TV when Olivia walked from the garage into the kitchen. His wheelchair faced the couch at the far end from where he sat. "I'm home darling." She put her suitcase beside the counter and walked towards the noise of the TV. "Did you miss me?" He looked up from the book and she sat beside him. "No hand," he commented as he hugged her then let a kiss begin. Her tongue welcomed his and they batted together, first in her mouth then his. Her only hand groped his crotch and pressed against a growing erection. "I missed this so much." Her hand pressed along his stomach into his underwear. "Yes," she groaned wrapping her fingers around the shaft. He pulled her skirt up and felt the wetness in her panties. A finger dug though the leg hole and inside her. Her leg rose and pressed against his waist, almost accepting his cock. "Ah, ah-h ... bedroom," she mumbled. They were both naked by the time they fell on the bed. "Let me see," he begged pulling at her arm stump. "It's starting to heal nicely." He kissed and nibbled at the end playing with the reddish scar and the slight indentions where the stitches had been. He sucked at her tongue and ground against her forcing them both into an even higher state of arousal. "In me," she commanded pulling at a hip driving him deep. "You can eat me later." Her legs spread wide, then wrapped lightly over his ass as she squirmed and wiggled. Even without legs, his thrusts were forceful and strong. "Ah, ah-h," she roared knowing her orgasm was there. "Yeah-h," she yelled letting her left foot fall to the bed, keeping the other against his back. "You're the best...." 'Fuck', she thought but didn't say. His streams of cum slammed deep inside and soon the overflow dripped towards the bed. He continued. She moaned with pleasure and rubbed the side of his face with her arm stump. "Baby, don't stop." He didn't for quite awhile. She kept him trapped, her legs wrapped around him, her body rolling from side to side. "God, it is so nice to be home with you." Her hand grasped him on one side of the face and she sucked on his lips. She could feel him still overly firm and still deep inside. She relaxed the grip with her legs and he began to thrust his legless hips again. His youthful erection returning - never really leaving, she gave him complete control. She loved the feel of the hips banging against her yet not feeling any thigh extending from them. "Fuck your old lady." "I never get enough of you ... and you're not old." He supported himself on his outstretch arms and looked straight down into her dark blue eyes. "Have I told you lately, that I love you?" He smiled and continued to pound his cock in her. "I love...." She paused and moaned loudly. "Oh, my," she then said. "You came again." He nodded. "My young stud." She paused. "My young legless stud." She lifted her head, straining her neck, until her lips met his. His hips continued to move and the erection remained. Her head fell against the mattress. "I can go more rounds if you can." She giggled. "So you only like me for my eternal erection and my lack of legs." He grinned at her. "Yup. You caught me." She laughed. "One without the other would just NOT do." Though the next several orgasms, they matched each other one for one. Neither was ready to stop. Each was insatiable. - Leah's hand massaged Allison's crotch though the jeans. Both were well past the point of stopping. The sounds flowing from each more than made that clear. A hand bumped another as they both ripped at the fastener. The zipper sounded as it raced to the bottom. A finger slipped inside the wetness. Allison held Leah's face in her hands and she sucked the tongue that lay inside her mouth as she enjoyed Leah's probing fingers. Allison's hand slipped along Leah's stomach and searched, then found the soppy wet opening. They ground and rubbed against the hands probing and fondling in the other's jeans. "Ah, ah-h," they both sounded, almost in unison, almost in stereo. They fell limp against each other, a mutual hug supporting them so they would not fall on the floor. "Good one Mom," Leah mumbled unable to catch a breath. She giggled. "And I still have both legs." Now they both began to laugh as they stood and looked at each other, the waistbands of their jeans resting at the top of the thigh. "Uh-huh," Allison groaned as she pulled her jeans up and fastened the snap. She fussed with her hair and straightened her blouse as she watched her daughter do the same. "We shouldn't...." She stopped herself and took two more beers out of the refrigerator. Leah took a bottle and pressed herself against her mother's front. "I hope we will ... and often." "What about Dave?" "Yeah, what about Dave? Maybe you'll just lust over my legless body. Maybe we'll start sleeping together. Maybe we'll be a couple." Allison held the cold bottle against her crotch letting it rub up and down slightly. "I know I've never felt so turned on." The bottle rested still for a long moment as she imagined steam rising, then she chugged a large swallow. "Even Dave...." She chugged again. "Did you ever think about us, you know, together?" She moved closer, and pressed the beer-covered lips against Leah's mouth and rubbed them together. A loud smack sounded as they parted. "I didn't." "Does it matter? It was wonderful. I don't know any girls that are even kind of close to their mothers. Now we are more than that ... and one day I'll be legless and you will be turned on my me ... not Dave." - Tyler fell beside Olivia, their breathing equally full of gasps. "I beat off several times a day thinking about what you'd look like without your hand." "And I was thinking about your legless body my love." She held her stump in front of his face. "Is it as nice as you pictured while ... 'beating off'?" She dipped the stump and rubbed it across his lips. "Sweet, isn't it?" She moved enough that she could caress his still firm cock with the stump. "Perhaps you'd like me to 'beat you off' with this?" She chuckled and gently massaged the underside of the erection letting the stump slide the full length, occasionally stroking his balls. A leg moved across his chin, a blob of cum dripped from her pussy onto his face. She balanced the erection against the stump and sucked the head. "I love our mingled juices." She pressed her cum covered pussy against his mouth. "Desert, you might say." She sucked again, this time taking half the cock inside. "We'll have to make more desert I feel." She giggled and sucked again letting her hand cover one legless hip, a fingertip dancing along the scars. - Allison walked naked from her bathroom towards the bed. Leah reclined on the quilt wearing just boy-cut panties. She smiled at her mother. "This is so wicked," Allison whispered about halfway across the large room. "We'll rot in Hell." She smirked then giggled. "It's too exciting for that." She dragged the panties along her legs and dropped them beside the bed. Allison sat close to Leah and a hand dragged the fingers along Leah's chest, circled the navel, and back to a breast. "Been a while since I've been with another woman ... forgotten how nice...." she whispered playing with a nipple and watching it grow firm. "Have you?" Now the flat of the palm rested over Leah's breast slowly rolling the soft mound under it. Leah smiled while she nodded. "It never excited me as much as our interlude in the kitchen." "Sandy and I ... it was years ago, before I met your father ... it only lasted a few months. It is all just a fuzzy memory now." Her hand slid downward. Fingers rubbed across a shaved crotch then lightly teased swollen pussy lips. She lifted them to her nose and inhaled. "I'd forgotten how nice another woman smelled." She licked her fingers. "Or tasted." Leah spread her legs wide and fingers from each hand held the lips open, the pink skin exposed. "Imagine without legs," she moaned. Allison rubbed several fingers pressed together over the pink skin. "You'll be so available then." A finger drilled inside. "Tyler ... really knows someone?" A second finger joined the other. Leah nodded. "And that's how he lost both legs?" she quizzed know what Leah had already told her, still not believing. "Yes. The surgeon's family and their relatives are all amputees." Her mouth formed a round circle as if she were saying 'Oh'. After a moment, she said, "Really? Everyone?" "Sometime after their twenty-first birthday." "What about spouses?" "Just before marriage. It's a requirement to join the family." Allison's fingers continued to slowly drill. "Oh, my." Her thumb massaged Leah's clit. Leah's eyes closed and she moaned softly as her legs attempted to spread even wider. "You don't seem to mind that I am going to have my legs off." "No." Her hand continued to play. "I was excited about Dave, him not having legs and all. He wasn't happy about being that way. There wasn't any joy and he never seemed to like me touching his stumps." "Boy, I won't mind." She laughed and wiggled her hips. "Imagine what it'll look like without thighs down there." "Yeah. That's all I've been thinking about now. Have you seen Tyler's stumps? I suppose you have." Her eyes closed again and she moaned enjoying her mother's touches. "Holly and I made-out with him and each other one afternoon." "Is Holly wanting...?" "Uh-huh. Her arm ... most of it ... maybe all. Tyler lives with Olivia and she just went over there to have her hand off." "Are Holly's parents going to let her do this?" Allison lay down, a hand pulling at Leah's hip rolling her closer. Lips touched and tongues explored. "I'm have a wonderful time with you," she whispered between kisses. - Casey surprised Robert as she walked into the bedroom while he was kissing the end of his stump. He stopped for a moment then resumed. He wore only a polo shirt and sported an erection. She sat on the chair by the dressing table and removed her prosthetic leg. Her hands massaged the end of the stump while she watched him. She reached out and retrieved the peg leg leaning against the wall then put it on. Her blouse and bra fell on the floor then the skirt leaving only burgundy colored French cut panties. He stopped the kissing and leaned back on both hands. "You sure know how to torment me." He laughed and sat back up. She stood directly in front of him, her hands jammed against the top of her hips. The tip of the peg leg and her barefoot spread wide. One hand held a table tennis paddle, the other rubbed over her crotch. "Well old man, what'cha going to do about it?" A fingertip slowly pulled a panty leg hole to the side exposing some of her pussy. She pouted and said, "Daddy, I've been a very bad girl." She held the paddle out towards him. "I played with my pussy." They both enjoyed the game. He reached out and pulled the panties down to her knee. A hand fiddled with the socket releasing it and he dropped the peg leg on the floor with a thud. He pulled her across his legs, her tanned hips facing him. The whack was appropriately loud and without warning. A second followed quickly. His erection pressed against her stomach. "Daddy, maybe a better punishment would be making suck your 'thing'. I can feel it poking me now." "Yes little girl, you may have an idea there." He rolled her off his legs and she leaned down. - Thelma leaned against the wall and watched Jack put a book back on the shelf. "I saw Olivia at work ... she had her hand amputated not long ago." He turned and hopped to the office chair then sat facing her. His only foot rested on the edge of the desk. "She lives with a guy half her age. He's missing all of both legs." "Lucky lady." He chuckled. "I hear young guys can go for hours." He chuckled again and dragged his hand over his pants. "I love my stud." She laughed and cupped a hand over the end of her stump. "Seems this kid knows two gals his age that are considering seeing Robert soon. One to get rid of all of both legs, the other to be like Amy - missing most of one arm." "These kid's parents are okay with this?" he quizzed. "She didn't say. I just find it interesting how many young people are having amputations." "Ah, you mean like everyone in my family." He laughed. "I've talked to Robert about this ... he said that for a while, other than our family, it was mostly older people that sought him out. It's almost like a fad now. Something more shocking than pierced lips." She snaked the hem of the skirt up exposing the lack of panties. Two fingers spread the lips. "Something needs a little attention." She snickered and dropped the skirt. She crutched out of the room. He heard the bedroom door. - Lying on Allison, Leah wildly ground against her mother's crotch. They kissed deeply, tongues alternately exploring. Nipples and breasts massaged together as Allison stroked small of her daughter's back. She rolled off and lay on her back, satisfied for a while. "Wow," she exclaimed. Allison rolled onto her side and propped her head on an upturned hand. "Are Holly's parents really going along with this?" "Her father left before she was born. Her mother is in prison for murder." "Good god." "She lives with a foster family that is pretty fucked up. They never had children, but they have two foster young adult girls besides Holly. One girl that lost an arm on the train tracks while trying to commit suicide and another girl that is developmentally slow. Both adults sexually abuse them. Holly has to give the man BJ's every night. The woman crawls in bed with...." "Shit." "Yeah, shit." Leah snickered. "It's all fucked up ... and there isn't a drop of love between any of them. They tell them that they are over eighteen and if they don't like it, they can just leave. They won't care what Holly does as long as they don't have to spend any money." "How is Holly paying for college?" "She's a four point student and has several scholarships." "Good for her." Allison paused and became lost in thought. "Am I abusing you?" "Hell no-o." Leah drawled. "We are both adults and we both want this ... right?" Allison pulled her against her and kissed her for a moment. "Right." - Tyler sat undressed on the bed as Olivia walked from the bathroom while drying her hair with a white towel. "Did you talk to Leah or Holly while I was gone?" The handless arm dangled at her side. "Uh-huh," he said while nodding. "Leah is going to talk to her mother." "Any idea how she'll react?" "I don't know. Seems she is dating a guy without legs and works in a rehab center ... probably interested in amputees wouldn't you think?" "It seems likely. I have a meeting this morning so I need to get going. When's your final?" "The last one is tomorrow. I think Leah's last final is the next day and Holly has two more this week." "My offer still stands. If they want to come when I go get my hook, they can come ... and I'll pay for everything. I want you to come too." "Cool. If all goes well when Leah talks to her mother, I'm sure she will want to go. I'm not sure about Holly." Olivia walked towards the bathroom, a few drops of water gracing the smooth tight skin of her back as her hips swayed with each step, then she returned without the towel. The only hand pulled between her thighs and she sighed. "Baby, that was fantastic last night." She massaged for a while and watched his perpetual erection bob with no thighs to block the view. - The light of the streetlight filtered into the bedroom, the neighborhood was still asleep. Allison slowly drifted out of a dream only to realize that Leah's face was laying on her thigh and a hand rested on the lower part of her stomach. Gradually, Leah began to awake. "It's still early, go back to sleep," Allison said. Leah shifted then pulled herself along the sheet until she lay beside her mother. Her hand settled over a breast and she nibbled at the lips just in front of her. "Wonderful night. I hope it never stops." "I agree completely." Allison kissed her again, the tip of the tongue sliding between the lips. "I'm going to break it off with Dave." Leah pulled back slightly and rested her head on the shoulder, her hand still over the breast. "Do you ever think about losing something?" "It was why I became a physical therapist. Not sure which came first, my attraction to amputees or my thoughts about being one." "Arm, leg?" "Maybe part of a lower leg. I'd want a prosthetic leg. You know, I could even do it above the knee and not mind." She kissed Leah. "Thanks for letting me talk about this." - Holly sat at a table, a single lamp providing light for the otherwise dark room. A textbook lay open, her eyes scanning each line and committing it to memory. A hand played with the other shoulder. "Fucking arm," she whispered aloud. "It won't be there much longer." - Leah sat between Allison's legs in the warm bath water. Her mother lazily slipped the soapy washcloth over Leah's chest and under a breast while kissing the top of her head. Leah leaned her head back and enjoyed the sweet sensations. Allison dipped the washcloth in the water the rubbed the bar of soap over it. "I had a dream after the last time we woke." She slowly washed the other breast. "I would never have guessed how easy it would be to love you as another woman rather than as my daughter." "That's nice." Leah slid her hands along the legs lying beside her legs and turned her head slightly. "This is a piece of heaven that I never want to lose." "The sex is fantastic, but I know there is a lot more between us. Less than a day ... it will only get better." "Tell me about the dream." Leah placed her hand on her mother's hand with the washcloth and helped guide it over her body. "I know you are thinking about losing both legs, but in the dream we both were missing a single leg. You were missing the left and I the right. Our thighs ended above the knee ... maybe two-thirds of the thigh remained. We each were wearing a prosthetic leg and holding hands as we walked though the mall. We wore matching soft casual dresses ending a few inches above our knee. Even our haircut was similar. Everyone that walked towards us would smile in approval. A few would stop and offer words of encouragement. Some would realize we were a couple. A few times, I got the feeling we lived somewhere else and we were married. Leah turned letting her feet be under her hips. A hand rested on each of Allison's shoulders. She stared intently into her mother's eyes and pecked her lips a few times then said, "I had a similar dream." All in the Family Ch. 02 ++++++++++++++++++ Please read the introduction to Chapter 1 if you haven't already done so. I am writing this story as close as I can from the material shared by this amazing couple. They trusted me with their story, and I hope I have done them justice. With their consent, I have taken liberties with the sexual content and in creating much of their dialogue in the interest of telling a more erotic story, but the basic settings and occurrences are accurate. I have also chosen to tell it in my friend's voice instead of as a narrator. Jack ++++++++++++++++++ We went back into the cabin and upstairs. I went to the bathroom and started a shower. Just as I entered the shower, Dania walked in with a towel in her hand. "Let's save water and shower with a friend" she said with a grin. "Sure, come on in!" She closed the curtain behind her and there we were, the warm water running over us and facing each other. I turned around and felt her hands on my back spreading the soap and washing my back. I had never taken a shower with someone before. The sensations of Dania's hands slipping over my skin along with the warmth of the water were getting me aroused. "I love doing this" she said, "letting me get in here with you. I know that you have most likely thought of it. I know I have. Think of the enjoyment we could have had if had we started earlier." She finished my back and was working on my legs. Occasionally she would come all the way up and lightly touch my ball sack. I jumped. When she reached my ass she went right on washing. It was so intimate and sensual. She reached around with her soapy hands and started washing and stroking my dick. It felt just like being inside her and I quickly was getting to a full rise. "Turn around now so I can get your front better." I did as I she asked and I was looking at her once more with water running down her neck and dripping off her nipples, running down her stomach on and into the crack of her pussy. She was so gorgeous. Dania started to wash my chest soaping it up and running her hands all over. She got fixated on my nipples. "I love your nipples" she said, "And your chest is so beautiful." She continued to wash my chest and my stomach and finally she started washing my cock again. "And this guy is amazing" she said gripping it harder as she jerked it. Impossibly, it seemed to get harder. She put more soap in her hands and jerked my shaft up and down with one and worked the soap into my balls with the other. "I'm going to cum if you don't stop." "OK lover!" was all she answered with this enormous grin on her face. "I was thinking that you need to get washed too." I said. She reluctantly pulled her hands away and took a step back as I rinsed off. I put some soap on my hands as she turned her back to me. What an ass she had. I started to wash her back. Then down her legs. I bent down so I could get the full leg and thigh. Then I started to wash her sides and hips and then between her legs. When I finally got to her ass I used more soap on my hands and started to wash her cheeks, massaging them at the same time. I heard a muffled moan. Dania was leaning forward offering her ass to my ministrations. I washed her right cheek. As I started the left one she moved her feet apart opening her thighs. I ran my hand up between her open thighs and up into her crotch. She leaned over a little more and spread her legs a little bit more. I pushed one hand between her cheeks and washed her asshole. I could feel her pushing back and forth against my hand. I moved over so the shower would rinse the soap off her. As the water ran down her back and into her crack I rubbed my finger around her asshole as if I was going to stick it in. She never moved. I rubbed it around her hole some more and stuck it about a half inch in. Man was it tight. I was moving it in slow, just in case she didn't think she was comfortable about anal. First, a half inch - then back out. Then I pushed in once more using the soap and water as a lubricant. Dania bent over more and reached around behind with her hands, placed them on both cheeks and spread them apart. "Oh yeah, oh yeah -- go for it" she was murmuring. I proceeded to push more and more of my finger in until I couldn't go any further. Then I slowly pulled it out , letting the water lubricate it again and pushed it back in. This went on for seemed like forever. She was breathing hard and I could clearly hear her moaning over the noise of the running water. I pulled it out all the way and she groaned disappointment. She stood up and moved closer, pressing her ass against me. I took the soap, worked up lather, reached around her to start washing her tits. She reached up and back to rest one hand around my neck, and leaned her head on my shoulder giving me full access to her tits. With her other hand she reached behind and began to stroke my cock again. The soap on my hand made my fingers glide over each tit. I worked each one up and down stopping at the tops and then working under them paying special attention to her nipples. I felt her nipples getting hard and I pinched them. She squealed a little. "God they are so sensitive -- go easy. I'm already getting close!" I started to work lower - down her well-muscled stomach till I was right at her mound. She was pushing up to meet my hand. I held one hand on her stomach and worked my other hand down to her pussy. She started to moan once more. It came from deep in her body -- she was so excited she couldn't move or speak.. Then it stopped. "Please Dan. I need your finger or something in me. Please. You have no idea of how I feel right now. I can feel your huge cock in the palm of my hand and your hand ready to enter my pussy. No one has ever made me feel this aroused. Please push it in or kill me -- just don't let me hang out here like this. I have to go off." She raised up on her toes as I pushed two fingers into her pussy. When my fingers were almost all the way in she dropped down to her feet swallowing them. She started to fuck my fingers up and down as I was pushing in and pulling out. I could feel the muscles in her ass tighten up as she pushed back and forth against my thigh. "Yeeeeesssss, just like that. Push it up hard into my pussy. Make me come all over your hand. God does that feel great. Please don't stop. OH... Oh... I can feel it starting." Dania's head snapped back onto my chest and she was gasping for breath as she approached an orgasm. When I added a third finger she hit it and her legs closed tight on my hand and I could feel her pussy working my fingers overtime as her juices flowed out and all over my hand. And then she started to pee. It was so amazing! "Ohhh my God -- oh my God, oh my God" was all she could say. As the water washed her urine off my hand and down her legs into the drain, she spun around and got down on her knees. As the water sprayed over her and matted down her long blond hair, she grabbed my dick and deep throated me all the way to my balls. She was sucking for all she was worth and jerking me at the same time. I didn't last long. I was so hot and ready for so long I shot my wad deep in her gapping and willing mouth. With a smile that lit up the world, she stood up and kissed me with her hands around me pushing me tightly into her. My dick found her pussy as she stood on her toes and, raising a leg, she managed to get me inside her. We just stood there as the warm water started to run out. Laughing now we turned off the water and stepped out into the bathroom. I fulfilled one of my fantasies then, towel drying my lover. By the time we were finished, unbelievingly, I was hard again. She took me by the dick and led me into the bedroom. "Oh we should have done this long ago" she whispered to me as we lay down together. Exhausted form her non-stop orgasms, she quickly fell asleep. The next three days were a marathon. Clothes weren't even optional -- we didn't wear any -- none at all. We fucked everywhere -- in the kitchen, in the great room, on the floor, on the porch, in the grass, in the lake,-- on the blanket at the lake, daytime, nighttime, afternoon, in the shower, everywhere. We were relentless. We couldn't get enough of each other. We cooked nude, we ate nude constantly touching and arousing each other. We even burned the pot we were boiling water in for soft-boiled eggs when I reached around and fondled her tits and she reached back and grabbed my dick. You can imagine -- one thing led to another and we lost track of time. To be continued... All In The Family: Ch. 02 Starring Hilda, Harriet and Henry Humper in: "All In The Family: Part Two" Written by Victor C. Nathan and Chantal Lefleur "Shit, Mom. I don't know why we waited," Henry said earnestly, openly gawking at the expanse of milky-white flesh that adorned his mother's chest. "If I'd known this was going to happen, I never would have gone to Grandma and Grandpa's farm for the summer. Holy shit, I feel like I've got my own fucking amusement park right here at home and no one is charging me admission, ha ha." "Stand up, sweetie," Hilda told him sweetly, indicating that she wanted him to stand by the edge of the bed. "Momma wants you to put your big fuckstick right here between her twin ta tas. Does that sound like fun, baby?" "It's sounds fun as shit!" Henry whooped, immediately standing up and scrambling into the position she had indicated to him near her breasts. "I love putting my big boy inside your cleavage. It's all snug and warm and shit. But I thought you wanted me to kiss you first, Mommy?" "Oh, fuck that shit for the moment, Henry," Hilda dismissed him with a laugh, pulling both of her luscious white bulging bags of breast apart and then gently stroking the head of Henry's wee wee warrior. "We've got to get your big pump handle all primed and ready to start pumpin', motherfucker. It's gonna be pumpin' and humpin' and fuckin' and then squirtin', baby. And Henry, after today, I can call you a motherfucker with complete accuracy. Now that is something to be excited about, isn't it?" "Motherfucker, motherfucker!" Henry yelped excitedly, smiling back at his mother as she opened the chasm between her mountainous mammary glands with an inviting gleam in her eye. "You want me to just tittiefuck by sliding straight in, or do you like it better when I tittiefuck you lying down?" "Well, I just like tittiefucking of any kind, but for this tittiefuck, considering how much lying down we are going to be doing, I figured you could just stick your penis straight in between my boobahs, and then just pound that big head against my actual chest, the one covered up by tittie. Really get that cock of yours workin' in and out in here, motherfucker." "Okay, Mommy, that sounds like fun," Henry opined, grabbing hold of his tallywhacker and aiming it in the direction of Hilda's boobies, her breasts that moved provocatively each and every time she inhaled or exhaled. "Ready or not, here I come, ha ha! Open the hangar, here comes the plane!" "Oh, tee hee hee, Henry!" Hilda giggled, placing one of her upturned palms under each of her breasts and pulling her cleavage apart in order to make room for her son's protracted pecker. "Okay, Henry, put it in. Slap it on in there. Yes, that's the way. Good boy!" Rather than have Henry moving up and down inside her cleavage, this time she had Henry go straight in, horizontally, his huge member soon devoured by the huge tit flesh that enveloped his humpstick like fog hugs the coast. "Oh, that feels so fucking good to my wee wee," Henry groaned, his slightly tumescent pecker growing swiftly in both length and girth as it dipped between her heaving honkers. "I think I've got all of you, you little fucker," Hilda Humper chuckled naughtily as she clenched her bountiful bazooms around her son's swelling pecker. "Not yet, you don't, Mommy Mams!" Henry announced with pride as his massive cock was sandwiched in the sweet squeeze of his mother's sweetly swollen set of jugs. "Cause I'm still growing! Ha ha!" And he was right. Hilda giggled like a horny big-boobed schoolgirl slut as she watched more of her son's penis appear outside of her boobie mash, the monstrously large organ stretching to its long and thick twelve inches. "I'm gonna get all of that cock in here if it kills my hooters tryin', Henry Humper," the boob matriarch warned him with a grin, jutting her chest charms out still further and readjusting her clench to grab all of his wee wee. "Shit, those big boob bags of yours hold my wee wee tighter than a vice!" Henry grunted, feeling the weight and fullness of his mother's breasts pressed against his horny humpstick from all angles. "Fuck, I bet your cleavage is tighter than a virgin's pussy, ha ha!" "It does fit pretty snugly, doesn't it, Henry?" Hilda asked with a naughty wink as she gave his ballsack a little squeeze. "Maybe we need to throw a little hand lotion in there to make it go a little smoother." "No, Mom, I'll just throw a little spit in if we need to, ha ha. I have a feeling that once we get going, we'll produce some sweat. Can I start humping 'em now, Mommy?" With a nod of her head in the affirmative, Henry began to move from the hips, his penis moving only a short distance between the pillowy softness of her boobflesh. Henry slid his hardened cock as far between his mother's two hefty and heavy honkers as he could until the bulbous head of his wee wee hit her breastbone. "Wow, your tittiebone is firm, Mommy!" Henry exclaimed, feeling his penis' head pressing right against her chest. "I don't think I've been in these parts too often. Ha ha! I guess most of the time I'm just focusing on the two big things in front of this bone." "Well, yeah, baby. Of course you haven't paid much attention to my tittiebone!" Hilda laughed, crunching her crazy-sized cans around his casually thrusting stalk, working its way in and out of her cavernous cleavage. "It is kind of hard to find when you are too busy having your face pressed all into my fucking jugs! Tee hee! I've got all kinds of places on me you haven't been, Henry. There's another great tourist attraction you'll be visiting briefly. I just want to get you primed and ready to give me a good scrumpin', lover." "A scrumpin'?" Henry asked rhetorically, looking at his mother with great affection as her boned her boobahs. "I love it when you get all sweet and romantic and shit. Makes me feel warm and cozy inside my cock." "Yeah, and hornier than hell, I'll bet. Tee hee hee!" said Hilda, struggling to keep her mammoth mammaries squeezed tightly together around Henry's monstrous erection. "Keep a humpin', Henry. I can't wait to see some of that yummy pre-cum, baby. That's it! Momma's little baby boy is humpin' up a fucking storm!" "Uh! Uh!" Henry grunted, finding it somewhat difficult to move his tightly wedged phallus through the tight but soft chasm between his mother's all enveloping flesh balloons. "Holy shit! Start looking for that pre-cum, Mommy! I think I'm getting close to dribbling!" "Oh, so you are, sweetie," Hilda said with her trademark girlish giggle as she tittieclenched his wee wee to the maximum. "I see a little drop of that lovely clear stuff clinging to your pee pee hole." "You want a taste?" Henry asked, hauling his wee wee out from between her jugs and placing his giant stalk right in front of his tittie mommy's face. "Just consider it a sample." "Tee hee hee! A sample!" Hilda cackled, wiping a drop of sweat from one of her weighty whoppers and grabbing Henry's whopping wee wee at the base of its trunk. "Gee, I think I would like a sample, baby. Goodness gracious! Look at Mr. Wee Wee! He's dribbling all that clear wee wee juice out of his pee wee head just for Mommy, isn't he, baby? Oh, Henry, what a good boy he is! Yummy yum yum!" Henry's heavily-bazoomed mother grinned as she shook her tumbling ta tas and then brought her face closer to the head of his fuckstick. Her sweet tongue darted out and then went straight into his pee pee hole. Hilda licked and explored, squeezing his wee wee to milk even more out of his pecker and into her mouth. "Ha ha, that tickles!" Henry laughed as his mother wiggled her tongue inside his urethral orifice, trying to latch on to even the smallest drop of pre-ejaculate, not wanting to waste even a drop. "You really love that stuff, don't you, Mom?" "Why yes, yes, I do, Henry," Hilda said sweetly, using her hand to milk his penis for more, as her dangling orbs wiggled. "I've always found the clear stuff the tastiest, tee hee. I can't get enough of this shit. Come on, Mr. Wee Wee. Don't hold out on Hildy wildy. Give it all to me. That's a good boy." "Wow, I didn't realize I had so much of that, Mommy," Henry said seriously, wincing slightly as his bubble-boobied mother squeezed his pecker just a little too firmly in her attempt to get every trace of pre-cum. "Holy shit. Not quite so hard, Mom. I don't want you to wear my pecker out, ha ha." "Oh, I think you do want me to wear your pecker out, baby," Hilda huskily suggested, her tits scrubbing against his body as she coaxed the last string of pre-cum from the tip of his penis. "You want me to fucking wear your pecker out so good, don't you, baby?" "Oh, I want you to wear it out by feeding my hungry wee wee a straight fuck diet, you buxom bitch," he slyly replied, tapping one of her J cuppers with his finger. "Then I guess we better keep priming the pump handle, lover," Hilda told him, her hefty hooters quaking as she softly took the enormous head of her son's wee wee in her mouth and gingerly, gently sucked on it like a pacifier. "Mmmmmmm, shit, yeah! Suck that pump's spray nozzle head, Mommy! Suck my pee wee head! Oh, it's so peaceful and gentle and shit, but it feels fucking good!" Hilda sucked on Henry's peckerhead until she feared she might be bringing him dangerously close to an orgasm, so she stopped and let his oversized phallus slip from between her bow-shaped lips. "Did that feel good to wee wee, poopsie?" she asked, shaking her tits at him salaciously again. "Did Mr. Wee Wee like, sweetie?" "Holy fucking shit, yeah!" Henry cried out, grabbing at Hilda's overstuffed chest charms, pawing them and kneading them roughly, occasionally tweaking a nipple between his thumb and index finger. "You are a naughty, naughty boy, Henry Humper," Hilda giggled as she took his penis in her hand and stroked it fondly. "But Momma loves her boy. And she indulges you terribly." "Yeah, that's why I'm going to be able to put it in you, right, Mom?" Henry asked eagerly, still digitally mauling her mams. "I mean, I am going to get to stick it in, aren't I?" "You can shove that cock of yours so far up my cunny, Henry, that that big dong will be touching my fucking circulatory system!" Hilda declared, wrapping her whole hand around his oversized organ and working it up and down, while Henry worked her own oversized protuberances. "But now that the pump handle's all primed for Momma's honeypot, how about that kissy, lover boy?" The buxom-bazoomed blonde teacher leaned in and unashamedly placed her lips athwart his, pressing her mouth forcefully against him and applying pressure. "Mmmmmm," Henry grunted, seeking her titties again as his mouth explored hers, their two faces moving together. "Now that's kissing me like a fucking Humper, motherfucker!" Hilda laughed when the kiss ended and Henry's hands kept working on her chestly treasure troves of tit. "I don't kiss anybody like that but you, Henry!" "Wow, really, Mom?" Henry asked Hilda in a serious tone of voice, stopping his fondling of her upper body for a second. "Only me?" "Only you, my sweet, precious big-peckered boy," Hilda replied, leaning in and giving Henry another kiss, her lips barely brushing against his. "You will always be my sweet baby boy, Henry. You are still my baby, even though your wee wee is definitely adult-super- sized." "I love you too, Mom," Henry told her sweetly, returning her kiss, although slightly more forcefully, as her weighty colossal boom booms mashed into his chest. "I really missed you when I was up at the farm. I thought about them.......I mean you, all the time, ha ha. I wasn't really all that bent out of shape about the toilet roll anyway. I guess I really just wanted an excuse to come back home." "Oh, baby," Hilda sighed with bliss, pressing her naughty pillows against Henry's firm chest as she leaned in for another kiss. "I missed you too, sweetheart. This place just isn't the same without him.......er....you." "You said something earlier about the two of us exploring each other, didn't you?" Henry asked innocently, loving the feel of having this huge-boobied Momma's mams crushing into his body. "I think that sounds pretty fucking cool, Mommy. I don't just want to hump you. I want to feel you too. You are soft and hot and sexy, and your boobies are yummy good!" "Tee hee hee, Henry!" Hilda laughed uproariously, scrubbing her pillowy creamy soft breasts back and forth, their two sets of nipples scratching together. "That is so fucking cute, honey! I would love for the two of us to explore each other's bodies. We can do a lot of that shit. Not that this will be the last time. There will be many chances for us to really check out each other's bodies. I want to know your whole body, not just your wee wee, like I know the sides of my tits." "And I want to explore your body too, Mom," Henry said eagerly, pawing at his mother's enormous jiggling jubblies. "I want to know every single inch of you, inside and out, ha ha." "Oh, baby," Hilda moaned, reaching down to give Henry's huge humpstick a friendly squeeze. "I want you to do a complete Lewis and Clark on me, tee hee hee!" "It would be my pleasure, Mommy," Henry moaned, pushing Hilda back on the bed and gazing at her naked, busty, big-assed body in admiration. "Your body is so beautiful, Mom," he said sincerely, tweaking her nipples until she squealed softly. "I could just about eat you up right up!" "Let's just take our time and explore each other's bodies thoroughly, Henry," Hilda said sweetly as she pressed her mouth against his in a soft kiss. "We have all the time in the world to explore." "I want to explore the shit out of you all fucking day, Mommy! A super Saturday of real genuine Humper 'motherfucking' sex! Yeah, Mommy! Fuck, yeah! Fuck, yeah!" Henry whooped, leaning over next to his mother's massively-chested body and kissing her nipples each in turn, lovingly adorning them with kisses that were almost akin to worshipful admiration. "How'd you like them kisses, you huge Humperfucking hootered hunk of titan tittie wet dreams?" "Oh, I liked them, baby," Hilda assured him, her boobs heaving as she moved from her position on her back and then eased her shapely hot legs further apart, and then looked down at her womanly area with a knowing grin. "But you've explored my fucking titties before. I think our exploration needs to head to some places that until today you could safely label 'unknown'." "But not for long!" Henry yelped eagerly, stretching out beside his mother, his lips still caressing her breasts, his hot breath on her soft flesh causing pebbly nipple hard-ons that drove her wild with expectation and excitement. "I think my fingers need to do some walking, ha ha." Reaching down, Henry moved his hand across Hilda's lower abdomen, feeling the swell of her feminine curves before delving into the area below the soft, triangular patch of hair that covered her pubic bone. "I think I found Hilda's little girly bud!" he cried out enthusiastically as he rubbed her clitoris, his fingers moving in a circular motion that caused Hilda to whimper with raw sexual need. "Holy fuck, you're getting a little clitty erection, ha ha! I think Mommy likes Henry playing with her little nubby." "Oh, rub Mommy's little nubby, baby! Rub the fuck out of that little fucker!" Hilda screamed as Henry licked her boobs at the same time that his index finger twanged at her sweet little bud, what Richard Dicker had called her 'Rosebud' because of his enthusiasm for the movie 'Citizen Kane'. "Oh, let me kiss you while you rub my motherfucking little clitty erection." Hilda Humper, her knockers bouncing, jammed her face against Henry's, even while he ground several fingers inside of her rapidly moistening slot, using just one to move back and forth on her lovely Humper clitoris. "Well, why the fuck not?" Henry laughed, digging his fingers in deeper, his chest crushing her boobies as he got ready to shove his tongue into her mouth. "I can explore your fucking cunny and your tonsils and uvula at the same fucking time." "Ohhhhh, baby," was all Hilda had time to utter before Henry used his tongue to force her lips apart and explore every inch of her oral cavity while he digitally explored her slickly lubricated honey pot. Reaching down, Hilda cupped Henry's ballsack in her small hands, squeezing his testicles gently before turning her attention to his by now massive and throbbing erection, stroking and petting it until Henry was whimpering like a puppy. "Oh, Henry, fuckkkkkkkk meeeeeeeee!" Hilda cried out, her head moving from side to side as she moved her pelvis up and down on the mattress, her teatsies jumping and her sexual desire rising to the point where she could barely stand it. "Fucking fuck me now, motherfucker!" Her chest heaved as her breathing became ragged, her triple J-cuppers bouncing wildly on her chest as she bucked wildly. "Hold on a second, horny Mommy," Henry laughed, pulling his tongue out of her mouth, his chest away from her jugalicious ta tas, and his hand out of the crevice of her vagina. "You said you wanted to explore some shit. That does mean more that just jamming my cock up in your crevice, doesn't it?" "Oh, but Henry, I need fuck, baby! My pussy is hungry for it, dying for wee wee to give it fuuucckkkk!" Hilda begged, making her juggernaut bosoms swing back and forth as she ground her pelvis up and down hungrily, hornily, her Humper cunny wanting his penis inside it so bad that it almost hurt sexually with its longing. "I need fucky, Henry! Ohhhh, I'm starving for your fucky and your hardness to slide into me so I can hug Mr. Wee Wee with the inside of my cunny, lover!" "Well, I'm a little hungry for something myself, Mother," Henry told her, putting his hands hard on her waist to keep her from bucking with her simulation of a fuck as he held her hips still and tried to calm her. "You got a little taste earlier, a little fucking sample of my clear pre-cum that you love. Maybe I want a little sample myself." "Oh my fucking goodness, Henry!" Hilda squealed as Henry moved into position, his head buried between Hilda's succulent thighs, his tongue reaching out to tickle her clitoris and tease her almost beyond endurance. "I always knew you were good at track, baby! Now you can give Mommy forty laps, tee hee hee!" Henry wiggled his tongue against his mother's erect nub of flesh, tickling and teasing until Hilda was writhing on the bed and bucking wildly, her eyes almost rolling back in her head with the exquisite sexual sensations that Henry's tongue on her most private of parts were producing. Her gigantic globes pitched back and forth on her heaving chest, like a ship being battered in a North Atlantic storm, sometimes bouncing enough to smack Hilda in the face. "Oh lick me, Henry!" Hilda screeched, becoming almost incoherent as Henry continued to torment her tender flesh with his tongue, her formerly baby-feeding boobahs beating together loudly. "Mmmmmm! Tastes like oranges!" Henry remarked with an ear to ear grin, raising his head from her feminine pubic area to make the comment, and to stare at her pounds of tit. "That's just because I fucked some guy from Florida this morning, Henry," Hilda laughed, in between moans as her Humper titters rattled around on her perfect upper body. "Oh, shit!" Henry said with disgust, looking down at her moist and glistening pussy lips with suspicion. "You mean he just had his dick in here?" "I'm just fuckin' with ya, Henry!" his mother laughed, putting her hands on her swinging, tumbling breasts as she let out a childish giggle that was devilishly playful. "Gotcha, muff-diver! I gotcha good!" "Well, I don't want to be licking around where some Floridian just jammed his cock," Henry told her seriously, touching her clit with his finger as he talked. "I might find a fucking hanging chad or something." All In The Family: Ch. 02 "Tee hee hee, Henry!" Hilda giggled, tweaking her nipples absentmindedly while she attempted to calm herself. "Let's not even think about that fiasco, baby. I don't want to think about hanging chads. I want to think about your pee pee in my cunny, sweetie." "Oh, Mommy, I like to think about that too," Henry replied eagerly, removing his face from between her splayed thighs as he grabbed his male member with his right hand and tickled Hilda's nub with it. "I want to feel you on the inside, ha ha." "Oh it's time, Henry! It's time!" Hilda shrieked, no longer able to keep her libido in check. Her breathing was rapid and labored, her breasts leaped wildly on her chest, and her back arched as she ached to feel Henry's womb warrior inside her feminine slot. "Come on, baby! Be a motherfucker! Make me a true and genuine Humper, Henry!" "Oh, I have wanted to do this fucking shit for so long," Henry confessed, rubbing the head of his erection back and forth naughtily against her clitoris till she almost begged for his penis. "Oh, I have too, Henry!" Hilda squealed, feeling pure pleasure resonating like a deep bass note from her vagina, her boobs now vibrating like two giant quaking mountains of desire, her insides growing wetter and her vagina craving, needing, desiring, and longing for his member. "I've been wanting to fuck you for a long fucking time, honey! And if you don't stick that thing in my snatch right now, these pussy lips are going to open up wide, grab the head of that hard fucker, and drag that fucking twelve inch fucktool inside me! Now do it, Henry! I want your FUCK right the fuck now, you fucking long-fucking-donged motherfucker! NOW!" Moving into position, Henry slid the head of his massive pecker to the entrance to Hilda's pussy when he felt Hilda's small hand push his away as she took hold of his wee wee, holding her nether lips apart with one hand while she guided him into position with the other. "There we go, baby," she urged him, holding herself apart as he pushed his apple-sized wee wee head inside of her willing slot and pushed into her, his wee wee slowly devoured by her warm, wet flesh and gradually disappearing from his view. "You three Humper women are the only ones who can take all twelve inches of me," Henry said in awe as he slowly withdrew most of his planting tool before slamming home again, balls deep inside his crazily cup-caked mother. "You must have plenty of room in there." "We Humpers have deeper pussies than your average woman," Hilda laughed as she fondled and felt her own bobbling boobsies. "But I can still feel your big Humper humpstick stretching me, baby." "I think there's still a bit of room in there, Mom," Henry groaned, beginning to drive into her forcefully as she stimulated her jugs. "But you're tight as shit!" "Your vagina is a nice deep fucking tunnel for my, ohhhh, shit, yes, for my big long fucking wee wee!" Henry grunted, amazed at how good this sex felt as her tight inner muscles squeezed and worked every inch of his horsecock, her juggies pounding up and down, her pelvis grinding needfully against his sex organ, his raw hard stalk that pierced her sweet pussy's lush insides like a dull innocuous knife cuts a moist stick of butter. "Ohhh, shit, fuck, damn, shit, fuck, yeah! Oh, this fucker is deep, but it is squeezing the shit out of me, it's so motherfucking tight! Uh! Uh! Oh, fuck, this fuck is good!" "Ohhh, fuck! Ohhh, fuck, Henry! I never even imagined it would feel this motherfucking good! Ohhhhhh, shit, lover! Fuck the fucking shit out of me! Motherfuck the insides of me like an animal, you monster- cocked sex god! Ohhhh, fuck! Uhhhh, Henry!" Hilda managed, grabbing the bedposts, her legs splayed and taking her boy's wee wee as it worked in and out of her lubricated vaginal tissue like a fucking pump handle, her honkers beating together as she smacked her pelvis violently against his with a loud resounding slap of sexual joy, her velvet glove of a cunny milking his penis, working against it as it traversed far inside of her receiving and fuck-starved stacked body that was perfection incarnate as it writhed on his pecker, his outrageous prong that worked the sweet juice in and out of her pussy. Her sheath was wet and sopping with her fluids, and his pee wee head was slick and saturated with her pussy juice, wetly squeaking and then making smacking noises as his member kept her tunnel open and receiving what he shoved in and out. "Ohhhhhhhhhh, Henryyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy! Wee wee me, you Humperfucker! Pummel my pussy, motherfucker! Ohhhhhhhhh, babyyyyyyyyy!" Hilda screamed loudly, almost mindless of her environment, aware only of the sensations in her nether regions as her son pounded in and out of her with a ferocity she had never experienced before. She arched her back and raised her hips, bucking up and down to match Henry's thrusts, her bodacious breasts heaving to and fro on her chest, swinging wildly as they flew off in different directions, only to rebound and slap her on the chest or chin. "Give me all you got, Henry! Ohhhhh, fuck me! Fucking fuck me, Henry! Fuckkkkkkkkkk meeeeeeeeeee!" Henry continued to thrust into her lush pussy, his breathing by now so heavy and ragged that it sounded like a speeding locomotive. "Oh, your pussy is lovely, dark and deep!" Henry yelled out, perverting poetry as he pumped, his wee wee plunging all the way in and then coming halfway out of his mother's deliciously tight snatch, before it dived back down into her muff. "But I've a fucking fuck left to keep! Ohhhhh, fuuuuccckk! And lots of thrusts before I FUCKING SHOOT MY MOTHERFUCKING LOAD INSIDE YOUR TIGHT MOTHERFUCKING PUSSY!" "That didn't rhyme, Henry! Oh, don't......stop.......fucking.......me! Fuck! I mean, I'm an English teacher, and Frost at least fucking rhymes! Ohhhhhhh, ram that fucking fucktool as far in my fucking snatch as you motherfucking can, lover! Ohhhhhh, but I do love poetry! I just love fucking you more!" Hilda told him, her boobs a-pitching and her big round Humper ass flailing up and down on the mattress as his piston poked her honeypot. "Who the fuck can think about English poetry when they're fucking?" Henry managed to get out between teeth clenched tightly together as he struggled to keep his impending orgasm at bay until he had enjoyed his mother for as long as possible. "I don't really give a fuck if it rhymes, Mom. It just feels so fucking good to my wee wee." Henry pawed at his mother's wobbling hooters, squeezing and kneading the pliable flesh until his mother was whimpering and moaning breathlessly. "Ohhhhhh, Hennn.....Hennn.....Hennnnrrrrrryyyyyy!" Hilda screamed, her ass and her top-heavy tooters flying up and down on the mattress as Henry nailed her repeatedly, pounding into her love canal as hard and as deep as he could, his dangling, down covered nutsack banging against her firm round ass, occasionally eliciting a giggle when the soft, fine hair tickled her plump fanny. "Ohhhhh, fuck, but that wee wee in me feels good! Really slide that salami, motherfucker! Ohhhhh, fucking shit, yeah! Mmmmmm, oooooo, that feels yummy! I'll tell you, Henry! This family sex thing was a great idea!" "I love this family sex, Mommy! Fucking you and Harriet is getting my wee wee some, ohhhhhh, fuck, some good fucking trim! And it's family Humper trim, the best kind!" Henry agreed as he ground the head of his stalk, now drenched with her juices, against the deepest part of her pussy, while he grabbed both of her titties and held on for dear life as he humped the fuck out of her. "Ohhhhh, Henry, I felt wee wee dribble in me, precious! Ohhhhhhh, yeah! In and out! In and fucking out! I have a very observant pussy, poopsie! Ohhhhhhhhh, sweet motherfucker, I love ya! My pussy knows when Mr. Wee Wee goes drippy!" "I may be dribbling, but I haven't shot yet, Monster Tits! Fuck, I'm gonna fuck you harder than shit! I haven't shot yet! I got a little bit more poking to go before wee wee sleeps!" "Don't you go off yet, Henry Humper! Haven't you ever heard of ladies first, Humperfucker? Or age before beauty? You let Mommy get her thrills before you take your own, baby. Don't be a selfish fucker. Ohhhhh! Ohhhhh! Ohhhhh, fuck me sideways!" "You.....better.....hurry.....up.....then!" Henry cried out, knowing that he couldn't hold out much longer. Holding on to his mother's tantalizingly titanic ta tas for dear life, he continued to grind his pelvis against hers, thrusting in and out like a piston, hardly aware of where he was or what was going on around him. All he could feel were the sweet sensations in his pecker, the heaviness in his balls and the feeling of the semen as it rose through the tube of his wee wee, waiting for the moment when it would burst forth and fill his mother's cunny to capacity. "Hurry the fuck up and fucking orgasm, Mom! I'm giving you twelve fucking inches in that cum dumpster of yours! It's shouldn't be too hard!" "Ohhhhhh, fuck! Ohhhhhh, fuckity fuckity fuckity fuckity fuck fuck fuck!" Hilda panted, throwing her hips and her cartoon set of cans up and down a few more times before her face contorted and she let out a jungle-like screech as the first riveting powerful waves of an orgasm overtook her. "And it isn't hard, causing I'm orgasmin' like shit! Ohhhhhhh, fuuuuuucccckkkk, Heeeeennnnnry! Ooooooooooo! Mmmmmmm! Aaaaaahhhhhh! Oh, damn! Oh, shit! Oh, fuuuucccckkk! Ohhhhhhhhhh, motherfuuuuucker, yessssssss! Orrrrrgaaaaaassssmmmmmm! Keep pumpin' Mommy, you fucker! Keep pumpin' her with your hogleg cock while she comes! Ohhhhhhhh, this is the biiigggggg one! No, the heeeeeeeeeeuge one! Yessssssssss, fuuuuuuuck, yesssssss!" "Uh! Uh! Uh!" Henry grunted, continuing to thrust repeatedly into his mother's body, perspiration beading up on his forehead as he worked towards his own orgasm, one that he knew would be the most explosive ever. His mother was bucking beneath him like a wild animal, her head falling back, her breasts jerking wildly on her chest with every stroke, her back arched as she screamed expletives at him as the powerful conclusion of their sexual act rippled violently through her body. "I'm..... almost.......there...........Mom!" "Keep thrusting, Humperfucker!" she screamed, thrashing on the bed as though she were being driven out of her mind by the sensations coursing through her buxom body. "Show me how good a motherfucker you are, baby! Ohhhhhhhhh, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuucccck me, Henry! Wee wee my cunny! Pummel my pussy!" "I'm gonna......I'm gonna.......I'm fucking gonna!" Henry grunted, his twelve inches hitting the nadir of his mother's sopping slot, her tits racing up and down as she met him at the pelvis with her own hearty bucking, bucking and fucking that made her tingle and yet another orgasm jump through her cunny like a jolt of the best stinging fuck tickles she had ever enjoyed in her decades of humping every imaginable wee wee. "I'm gonna lose iiiiittttttttt! Ohhhhhhh! Fuck, yeah! Fuck, yeah! Oh, motherfucking, yeeaaaahhhhh!" And he did lose it in the most explosively orgasmic way possible, holding on to Hilda's thin waist, watching her boobies thrashing around as she still fucked against him. This was when the flood dams, the levee in his penis, broke, and the ocean of semen inside him began to squirt out and into her pussy. "Oh, Henry!" Hilda cried out loud, grabbing her enormous jugs and caressing them, a sight that drove Henry almost to the point of insanity. "It's squirting so much and so hard, baby! I don't think Momma's cunny can hold it all!" Henry's warm, sticky seed jetted from the end of his rampant stalk in thick, rope-like strands, pumping semen like a severed artery pumps blood. "Oh, it just keeps coming!" Henry groaned, continuing to thrust as his penis pumped a load of cum more copius than anything he had ever before experienced. "It just keeps fucking coming!" "I love squirtsies, Henry, tee hee hee," Hilda laughed girlishly as her pussy filled to capacity and beyond, the stray fluid forming a pool beneath their still bucking bodies, saturating the sheet and mattress cover. "My goodness, Henry, that's quite a load, tee hee!" But his cock never stopped firing out hard powerful shots of the wee wee juice that his big-tittied wet dream had induced out of him with her pussy. "It's not going to stop!" Henry cried, his eyes scrunched up with ejaculatory bliss and enjoyment. His exploding stalk just kept pumping out more shots, his pee wee head swelling and then spitting more and more of his sticky seed inside her, both of them laughing as his discharges began to run down her legs and soak the bedsheet. "Holy fucking shit, baby!" Hilda squealed in adolescent sexual delight, her swaying hills dripping with perspiration. "That must be about thirty shots of your sticky shit and you are still coming! Fucking crazy, lover! Did you have a shitload in your sack or what?" "Ohhhh! Uhhhhh! Uhhhhhh! It feels good!" Henry managed, a half dozen more shots of jizz rocketing out of his urethral pee pee hole, Hilda's bazoombas slinging back and forth, throwing drops of sweat onto her son's face. "I am flooding your deep snatch and the whole motherfucking bed! Oh, I am! I am! I can't fucking stop, it just keeps squirting, Mom!" "Keep thrusting, sweetie," Hilda told him as she fondled her breasts and playfully tweaked her nipples. "We need to get all that ooey gooey shit out of you, baby. That's it, just let it come!" "I can't stop, Mommy! I can't fucking stop! I can't believe all this is coming out of my balls, especially since I've already come a couple of times today. This is fucking unreal!" "It is pretty crazy, Henry," Hilda agreed, her bottom wetted by the puddle of semen that pooled under their thrusting pelvises. "I think there's enough fucking jizz in this bed to inseminate the entire state of California, tee hee! This is some funny fucking shit." "Ohhhhhhhh, shit, I'm still squirting at full force, Mommy! Ohhhhhh, fuck, but it feels amazing!" Henry grunted, finally growing tired and just burying his boner full hilt inside this big-boobed parent's cunny canyon and letting it continue to splash her already flooded vagina with more of his tidal wave of ejaculate juices. "This is one fucking sack that's sure as fuck not filled with toys this holiday season, you big-tittied fucker!" "Mmmmmmmm, it's yummy as shit, thinking about all that shit you are shooting out! Fuck, yeah, baby! Squirt my pussy till you empty that schlong, you motherhumping little fiend! Oooooooo, yes, stallion! Make all that cum evacuate through your horsecock!" "Ohhhhhhhhhhh, yeah! There's more! It's still fucking leaping out of my big cannon of a penis! It's like I had Niagra Falls inside my balls!" "Ohhh, baby, it keeps squirting!" Hilda moaned softly, beginning to wonder if Henry would ever finish ejaculating as she toyed with her ta tas. "But I think it's slowing down some." "Holy motherfucking shit, Mom!" Henry said earnestly, gripping her waist as she gripped her superabundant udders, his stream of spooge finally ceasing to gush out of his cock, now barely trickling. "I can't believe how much of that shit came out of me! Can you believe it? I think it must be some kind of fucking record!" "I counted 54 squirtsies, Henry," Hilda told him, her chest puffing out with pride. "And I may have missed one or two. It was hard to keep up." "Wow, 54 fucking squirts?" Henry responded incredulously as the flow of semen from the head of his wee wee warrior finally slowed to a dribble. "I wonder if I could make the Guinness Book of Records or Ripley's Believe it or Not with that fucking shit?" "Tee hee hee, Henry. I doubt it." Hilda said with an amused laugh, tugging on her areolas at the same time, pulling upward on her tits. "I don't think the Guinness people keep naughty records, tee hee. Such a shame." "It is a shame about those Guinness people. I mean, their beer even sucks!" Henry said as he felt the last drips come out of his penis, dribbling into his bustily-bosomed mother's pussy. "Oh, Henry. You are such a sillyass," Hilda laughed at his quip, her knockers stopping their bouncing at last as he still held his dripping fucktool inside her happy honeypot. "But fuck, I can't believe you flooded my whole snatch and then the whole bed too! Look at all the delicious beautiful cum all over the sheets and shit! It's almost like a cum buffet for a jizz afficianado! Mmmmmmm, it's gonna taste good! I guess you can haul that slab of dick out of me for the moment. It will be back in me soon enough!" "So my balls feel like concrete powderkegs and now you are going to lick the entire bed clean of my baby batter?" Henry asked disbelievingly, slipping his slowly shrinking cock out of her lush insides, her glorious vaginal tract. "Not the whole bed, by why not have a few tastes? That's what I have always taught your sister. Waste not, want wee wee juice. Tee hee hee!" "You mean you're really going to lick that shit up?" Henry asked, feeling somewhat exhausted by his latest explosive orgasm, but still studying his mother's globular gazoombas. "Holy shit, you must really love that stuff." "Mmmm, I do, Henry," Hilda murmured, getting onto all fours. Bending her forearms, she did a modified push-up, sticking out her tongue and lapping at the pool of sticky semen, her breasts hanging beneath her like huge cow's udders, her ripe, round and ample ass sticking in the air. "I really do love this shit. In fact, I hate to waste most of this, but I can't possibly lick all of it up. There's just too fucking much!" Watching in fascination as Hilda dipped down to lap at his ejaculate, Henry used a corner of the bedsheet to wipe the traces of what his mother called that 'icky sticky ooey gooey shit' from his penis. His twelve inch penis was now beginning to swell again, desire flooding his mind as he watched his mother's naked form, on all fours, licking at the sheet and swallowing hungrily as her jubblies and huge ass jiggled. "Wow, you've got a great ass, Mommy!" Henry remarked, watching her swaying juggers and her wide, round fanny that was only a few feet from him. "It's big and voluptuous as shit! Damn, but you turn me on!" Hilda turned her head, making one of her big breasts tap her arm as she glanced at the area between his legs. "It looks like it, you horse-hung motherfucker! Look at that big beautiful thing between your legs starting to stand up again as you look at me! Who would ever believe it was possible? It looks like Santa's sack isn't quite empty yet. Does he have some more cheer in there for your tittie mommy?" "I think he might," Henry admitted, his balls almost seeming to top up a little again, and losing some of their tightness as he scoped out her humongous tits and bubble butt. "I think my balls are actually fucking refilling themselves!" "That's good, baby," Hilda said naughtily, waggling her ample ass at Henry, her big boobahs swingly freely beneath her. "Because I think there's something else that needs filling, tee hee hee." "Holy fucking shit, Mom!" Henry responded, salivating at her swinging busts and her wide posterior. "Do you EVER have enough sex?" "Why, Henry," Hilda said with a naughty giggle, pinching her cantaloupe cans as she winked at him. "Why on earth would you ask such a stupid question? Tee hee hee. Humpers are all insatiable. It's our nature." "Well fuck, I love nature!" Henry whooped, grabbing his already semi- tumescent male organ, knowing that he was about to get some more familial pussy and teats. "I love nature a whole motherfucking lot!" "What are you waiting for, sweetie?" Hilda asked him, swiveling her ass again at him for emphasis. "Are you going to stick it in me or not?" "Geez, talk about stupid questions, especially from an educator," Henry responded with a wide, toothy grin, smacking her buttocks loudly as he gloated over his sexual prowess and size. "You can bet your sweet ass, I'm gonna stick it in you! That pink wet snatch is going to get a fresh sticky batch, OF MY CUM! Yeah!" All In The Family: Ch. 02 "Oh, Henry, you are such a crude boy," Hilda laughed, moving her ass and then her wobbling whopping hills of hooter back and forth beneath her. "Snatch is a funny word. Tee hee. But cunny or kitty cat are my favorites. You want to fuck me now?" "I want to stick my fuckstick right the fuck inside that slick pink tunnel! It's time for some MOTHERFUCKING TRIM!" Henry cackled, grabbing his breasty sex partner right at the waist, jockeying his huge dong into position, touching her pink vaginal lips and then pressing his big pee wee head against her excruciatingly wet opening, some droplets of his jizz still splattered across her wide hot bottom. "Gimme, gimme, gimme! Wee wee my pussy doggie style, fucker!" Hilda cried as she felt the root of his pecker slip squeakily inside her pussy. "Fuck me like we are a couple of horny dogs! You are the horndog, after all! Fuck, fuck, fuck! Wheeeeeeeee!" Henry drove himself into his mother's wet and very willing honeypot, going so deeply inside her that his scrotal sack slapped against the back of her legs. Pulling out about three quarters of the way, he slammed into her again, the force of his thrusts causing her overstuffed blouse bunnnies to jump and wobble with every thrust. "Tee hee hee!" Hilda giggled uproariously, loving his fuck plunges inside her pussy and the way they made her titters swing around so wildly. "Look at the way you make my big boobies jump, Humperfucker! This is hilarious!" Henry thrust in and out of her, picking up momentum until he was pumping in and out of her like a piston, her breasts, hanging heavily beneath her, darting back and forth with every stroke, slapping against her on the rebound. "Ohhhhhhhhh, fuckkkkkkkkkkkkk meeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!" the breastly- endowed Hilda shrieked at the top of her lungs, her libido raging as Henry plundered her most intimate treasure and made her mountainous milkwagons move. "Hump me with that big fat COCK, Henry! Stick that big plumper all the way up my cunny!" "Uhhh! Uhhhh! Uhhhh! Fucking you is better than fucking anybody!" Henry gasped, plunging his foot-long fucktool in and out of her with gleeful fucking abandon. "I'm gonna pork your cherry pie!" "Tee hee hee! Ohhhh, fuck! Lost my cherry, but that ain't no sin!" Hilda sang as she grunted, loving the way Henry fucked her large- boobied body doggie style. "Tee hee, fucker! Cause I've still got the box that my cherry came in! Wheeeeeeee, but you fuck good, Henry! Oh! Oh! Yes! Yes!" "You got that shit fucking right, offspringfucker!" he told her, shoving his prick, hard as a lead pipe, down the tunnel of her vaginal wee wee receiver. "I mean, who fucks better than I do?" "Hey, guys!" Harriet suddenly chimed, dancing nakedly into the room, her big bazooms jiggling and her ass wagging in an exaggerated fashion. "Geez, it smells like cum in here!" "Oh, sweetie," Hilda chuckled, giving her daughter a sly wink as her honkers hopped and her vagina got boned by her son. "That's just my breath, tee hee hee." "Ha ha ha, that's funny, Mom!" Harriet replied, taking in the scene before her, smiling at the sight of her mother's rippling rack and her brother feeding her pussy his entire penile length. "You guys were making so much fucking noise in here. Or maybe you were making so much noise fucking, tee hee. At any rate, it sounded like I was missing out on the fun. Can I join in?" "Of course, baby," Hilda said, her voice changing somewhat as her body absorbed another thrust and her Humper boobs buoyantly bounced. "Climb up here beside me. I think Henry has enough for both of us, don't you?" "Oh yeah, I certainly do have enough for both of you. You bet your tight little pussies I do," Henry uttered without breaking his stride. "Get on up here and get on your knees, sister. There isn't any amount of pussy that I can't take care of. Ha ha! I'll fuck ya!" Harriet climbed up on the bed, got down on all fours beside her mother and waited, her young, apple-cheeked ass waggling at Henry like a red flag waved in front of a bull. Henry pumped his pee wee in and out of his mother's snug and deep sheath, smiling at the way his thrusts against her made her happy horny honkers dance about gracefully. His sister's own set of honkers hung heavily beneath her and her big young ass was in the air. "Gimme your thingie, Henry!" Harriet said urgently as he boned his mother, his sister hornily pulling on her own breasts, so turned on that she couldn't stand it. "Put your thingie in me and pump that sumbitch as hard as you can! Switch back and forth between me and Mommy as you fuck! I don't even care whose pussy gets your load of spunk! I just need a dick in my pink kitty, baby! I'm a horny Humper fucker, is what the fuck I am! Gimme your big thingie! Pussy needs your fucking fucktool!" "Give me a, oh, oh, oh, sec, sis, and I'll slap my cock right in there!" "Hurry it up, Henry!" Harriet ordered, pinching her hanging boobsies roughly, so hungry for fuck that she could hardly stand it. "I need it in me, NOW!" "Well sheesh!" Henry responded, pulling out of his mother and grabbing hold of his slickly lubricated fucktool. "You women can be so fucking demanding sometimes!" "Yeah, and I'm demanding that you stick it in me now, you sisterfucker!" Harriet shrieked, sticking her plump ass higher in the air, making her plumpers scrub the mattress. "I fucking need it now!" Henry pushed the apple-sized head of his womb raider to the entrance of Harriet's sweet young pussy and slowly pushed himself inside her up to the hilt, her labia stretching and straining to accommodate his unusually large girth. "Oh, wee wee me, Henry! Wee wee me!" Harriet urged, her young, ripe and oversized breasts bouncing and jouncing as her brother thrust himself in and out of her. "Now this is what the fuck I would call family sharing," Hilda quipped, her juggernaut jaunts of zeppelin-sized flesh still swinging beneath her perfect body. "I mean, what could be better than this? This is like a good fucking hobby. When they asked me on my teacher's application what my hobbies were, I said 'Sex, fucking, tittiefucking and blow jobs.' Tee hee. That about summed up my fucking wonderful life! I'm just glad we all have each other!" "You can rhapsodize, Mom," Henry grunted, grabbing his chesty sister by the waist as he boned her tight little cunny like he was a professional fucker. "I just think that our family fucking is the best thing we have ever done! Oh, shit, sis! That's fucking tight as a fucking drum! Oh! Oh! Oh, fuck, yeah, that's good shit, good pussy! It's my motherfucking hobby too! I like fuck, and I'm not ashamed to say I am fucking my mom and sister! Fuck the Taft and Adams high school fucks if they don't like the fact that we are doing this shit! Oh! Uh! Uh! Grind that pink against me, you big-boobed bimbo!" "My turn!" Hilda shrieked, imploring Henry to come back to her wet opening, the greatly-gazongaed mother totally unashamed of her hunger for her son's steely stalk. "I need you inside me again, sweet boy." Pulling himself out of his sister's tight cunny, he rammed back inside his mother while barely breaking his sexual stride. "Oh, that's the way, you motherfucker. I love to feel your big Humper humpstick inside me. A little to the left, baby. I think you're about to hit my g-spot with that big fucker of yours. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh, you did find it, you naughty, naughty boy! I love this shit. Keep pumping Henry. Thrust that thing in and out. Yes, like that. Oh fuck, baby! Yesssssssss! Oh, deeper, baby! Go all the way in! Yes, that's it! Ohhhhhhhhh!" "Don't be such a pecker hog, Mom," Harriet whined aggravatedly, playing with her tons of tit and feeling that Hilda had taken more than her share of Henry's attention. "I want some dick too, you know." "Will you guys stop fighting over my cock?" Henry stated flatly, reaching beneath his mother's arms to cup her oversized melon tits. "I can make both your pussies orgasm, for fuck's sake! Uh! Uh! Just be a little fucking patient! Grind you hips back and really work that pussy on my dick, Mom! I will stick my dick back into your pussy in about thirty seconds, Harriet! Stay patient, my big-tittied older sis!" "Oh, that fucker is plowing my cunny, baby!" Hilda squealed, moaning as her son mashed her malleable tits into his hands and gave her all the dick she could ever hope to want. "Wee wee! I need wee wee, Henry!" Harriet whined, one of her hands on her oversized set and the other stimulating her hot little cunny. "I need a big thingie, to have a flingy, to really fuck me SOMETHING FIERCE!" "Well hold on to your horses, Harriet," Henry said, grunting as he thrust into and out of his mother's slick slot as he played with her pert and protruding puppies. "I can't fuck both of you at the same time, you know." "You could at least finger me while you're humping Mom, Henry," Harriet giggled as she swatted at Hilda's breast tonnage that swung freely beneath her body as she got fucked. "I'm so fucking horny, I can hardly stand it!" "Alright, alright," Henry groaned, struggling to keep up with Harriet's and Hilda's horny demands. "I'm doing the best I can. I'm big and I'm hard, but I'm not Superman." Pulling out of Hilda at last, he pushed his way back inside his boobie-stacked sister's young, tight pussy, while reaching around at the same time to strum her cute, compact and pink little nub. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh!" was all Harriet was able to utter. Her breathing was ragged, her breasts were flying wildly underneath her, wobbling forward and back, side to side, occasionally bouncing hard enough to smack the underside of her face. As Henry placed his penis in and out of his insanely boobahed sister's vaginal insides, he decided to take her advice and, while still humping, reached over with one hand and stuck a couple of fingers into his mother's sopping honeypot, whose juices even now ran down the backs of her perfectly hot legs. "Now how the fuck is that?" Henry asked flatly, fucking Harriet while he admired her flopping tee tees, and giving Hilda's pussy a nice fingering at the same time. "I guess I'll have to keep everybody primed at the same time. Oh, shit! Oh, fuck!" "Oh, you're back in my snatch, lover!" Harriet wailed, her labia stretched around his mammoth member as her titties went fucking wild as shit. "Yeah, it's a fucking family reunion," Henry laughed dryly, pounding her tight vagina as he clawed at her watermelon cans like a dirty old man. "This is a Humper family fuckfest!" Hilda giggled, reaching down to twang her own bud while Henry's fingers explored her cunny. "They say the family who plays together stays together, tee hee hee. I think we'll play together a lot, don't you, kids?" "Holy fucking shit, will we ever!" Henry cried out, feverishly and frantically trying to pleasure both women at the same time, one hand on Harriet's titties and the other hand inside of Hilda's sopping vagina. "We'll have Humper fuckfests every day of the week. Yeehawwwwwwwww! I can feel my jizz rising up in my wee wee. My balls are getting tight, you Humper trollops. Who wants my jizz? Oh, it's coming, it's coming!" "Give it to me," Harriet urged him, grinding her pelvis back against his until the only thing that stood between their thrusting bodies was a thin sheen of perspiration. "I want it, Henry! I want it allllllllllllllllllllllll!" "Ahhhhhh, what the fuck? I think I'll share the wee wee juice bounty!" Henry cried, pulling his hogleg of a prick out of his sister's occupied cunny, and then released his hand from her bulbous young bouncers. "And it's coming, you sluts! Aaaaaahhhhh!" Henry Humper aimed his wee wee, seconds before it spurted, at the big plump, fleshy asses of his mother and sister, still looking at their swinging udders of knockers that sailed back and forth beneath their bodies. "I am fucking coming like a motherfucker! Aaaaaaahhhhhhhhh!" It was at this moment that Henry let loose with strings and ropes of cum, squirting his sexual satisfaction back and forth, swinging his erection and spitting his 'sticky shit' all over their big Humper fannies. "Squirt my ass!" Hilda cried, tweaking her nipples with joy. "Spit your fucking wee wee shit all over my round fanny!" Harriet squeaked, mauling her own titters digitally. A shower of semen rained down on the two Humper women, dousing them liberally on their fannies, backs, and even their hair as the two of them squealed in childlike delight. "It's a fucking firehose!" Hilda shrieked, laughing hysterically as more of Henry's 'sticky shit' landed on her wide Humper ass. "Spray me, Mr. Firehosecock!" "It's a fucking cumbath!" Harriet shouted, sitting back on her haunches and jutting her H-cup hooters out as the jizz continued to flow from Henry's humpstick and covered both her and her mother with its warm, wet stickiness. "We're a couple of fucking cumdumpsters, tee hee hee!" Finally spraying the last of his surprisingly copious load, Henry collapsed on the bed, exhausted from the exertion of pleasuring two very demanding Humper women at once. "Holy shit, I'm fucking tired," he groaned, yet still reaching out to fondle the set of humongous knockers closest to him. "Of course you're tired, baby," Hilda cooed sympathetically, knowing that both she and her bust-laden daughter had enjoyed a great fuck with her well-hung son due mainly to the size of his penis. "You just pleasured two Humper pussies, and four Humper titties, and you grabbed two big Humper asses! Fuck, but I came something fierce myself!" "Me too!" Harried chimed in, patting the head of his shrinking wee wee before playing with her own globular globs. "I mean, that was fucking cool as shit! Rest a minute, Henry!" "I have to rest," Henry explained, poking his sister playfully in the left fleshbag. "My balls are currently empty." Fifteen minutes later....... "Hello, Tammy," Hilda said with a sly grin, still as naked as a jaybird as she fumbled with her headlights. "How the fuck are you doing this evening?" "I'm just fucking wonderful, Hilda. Thank you for asking," Tammy spoke into the receiver. "How are you and the kids?" "We're just fucking fantastic, you white trash bitch!" Hilda spat into the receiver, making no attempt to conceal her ire. "And we've been doing some fantastic fucking. No one in this family will ever be more of a true genuine Humper than Hilda Hannah Humper and her children! Do you hear that, twatface? I have just spent the entire day with my children, sucking, clenching and fucking, and I will be damned if I will be bested by the likes of you, Tammy Faye, or your inbred offspring for that matter!" "But.........but......." "Don't but me, you truckstop Trixie! Henry has had his hands all over my big butt quite a bit this afternoon!" Hilda shouted, twirling her finger around the surface of her left areola. "I am better than the likes of you could ever hope to be! I have a career that I love! I have a nice home, a car, and a big fucking hog of a horsecock at my disposal, you fuck! And now my family is humping up a storm, so eat your heart out, Tammy!" "You ain't humpin' like we are, Hilda, you fucking blonde dumbass!" Tammy snapped back, sitting topless on her sofa with her honkers hanging out. "Oh, no?" Hilda tittered, not at all intimidated by this busty white trash piece of garbage. "Henry even stuck his tongue in my cunny today! What the fuck do you think about that? He did it right before I fucked him!" "Gosh, even the two Boobies haven't done that to our cunnies yet," Tammy Faye Humper said in a slurred voice, grabbing her tits. "Of course you haven't, because we are the true Humpers! So fuck you, you phony fraudulent fucking piece of white trash Jerry Springer shit! Fuck you, twat! Fuck you, you stupid condescending human garbage! You think you can fuck with us! Think again!" Hilda raged, tinkering with her nipples as she screamed at her white trash relative. "Whoa, Hilda, calm down," Tammy said, wondering why Hilda was raging out of control. "You're being pretty nasty." "Nasty? NASTY?" Hilda shrieked, losing total control of her rage, but never her firm grip on her legendary funbags. "I'll show you nasty, you fucking nasty, white trash, cum-guzzling guttersnipe! I am better than you on my worst day! I have humped doctors, lawyers, principals, entire NFL teams! You are nothing but fucking trash! And I'm done with you! You know what? I'm going to go and get myself some more wee wee right now! TWELVE MOTHERFUCKING INCHES OF WEE WEE! Do you hear that, bitch? Good. Don't ever call here again, Tammy! You aren't good enough to be a Humper!" With that, Hilda slammed down the receiver, releasing her rumbling rack and looking all the while like the cat who swallowed the canary. "Henry?" she said in her sweet, singsong voice, neglecting her knockers and fingering her honeypot. "Momma needs you, sweetie." THE END