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Family Fun Ch. 1

By: 80niner



Evening approached as I lay, naked, thinking about Aunt Polly and Ruth Eleanor and all the screwing we did the day before. I sprouted a boner and lazily moved the foreskin slowly up and over the swollen, purplish head. 

I was vaguely aware of a toilet flushing and a woman's heels clicking on the hardwood of the upstairs hall. But half asleep and filled with the fascination of playing with my cock it did not register. Before I could grab the covers, Alma, my twenty-one sister who was supposed to be away at college stood in the doorway. Her eyes were red.

She started to turn away then decided against it. Her voice was barely a whisper. "Little brother, you've got yourself a real hummer."

"I didn't know anyone was in the house." I reached for the sheet to cover myself. "Mom's gone to see Grandpa for a few days. I'm by myself."

"You needn't hide that thing from me." She smiled. "I mean, it's part of the family."

I dropped the sheet, leaving my boner exposed. "Then it's time I got a peek at yours."

She stepped into the room. "You're positive Mom won't be back?"

"I'm sure."

Alma unbuttoned her blouse and slipped it from her shoulders. Her pert little boobs, without a bra, jutted out with no sag. The coral tips were as firm as blackberries on the vine when they are still red. She shoved her cutoffs over lush hips and full, rounded thighs. She stood for me to admire the dark, wiry triangle inches from my face. "See anything you like?"

"Lots." I turned onto my side to clasp her full buttocks and pulled her to me. I nuzzled my face in her crotch and my tongue sought to open her crack.

"Jeezus," breathed Alma. "I love having that done."

I pulled her onto the bed.

Alma tumbled beside me. "I'm so damned horny. I can't help it."

My fingers toyed with the soft moist folds hidden under the dark curls. I inserted a finger into her moisture. Her hips assumed a movement to counter my finger-movements. "Is your pussy hungry?"

"Oh God! Kiss it some more?"

I spread her legs, parted the lips and found her clit. I thought she would go wild. I turned so my boner hovered inches from her mouth. Her hips undulated as I clutched handfuls of warm, firm flesh and wriggled a finger between the tender cheeks while I nibbled pussy. 

Eventually she caught on and tentatively licked the cock-head, then wrapped her lips around my boner. When she found there was little taste she could not get enough. She hung on for dear live when I came and I don't think she stopped coming for five minutes after.

I turned and lay beside her. "You taste good."

"So do you. You know, I never sucked Roger and he never did that for me."

"Maybe you can surprise him now."

Alma shook her head. "Too late. He's dumped me for someone else. I came home tonight because I thought Mom would be here."

"And caught your horny brother jacking off."

"Lucky me." She reached for my diminished poker and squeezed it lovingly. "Do you feel guilty, playing nasty games with your older sister?"

"Only two years older." I moved my hips back and forth, making my dong slide in her hand. "They say it has no conscience."

She patted her pussy. "None here either." She turned and pressed her body close to mine. "Something is growing down there." She giggled. "Being brother and sister, do you think we dare fuck?"

"Do you want to?"

"I want that thing the worst way but I don't want to get pregnant."

"Did you and Roger ever do it like the doggies do?"

"He was never very experimental." Alma got on her hands and knees in the middle of the bed. "You want me like this?"

I smacked her playfully on the ass. "Damn! I love watching your sweet buns jiggle."

Alma smiled. "Then do it some more."

I smacked harder. "Didn't that hurt?"

"It stung a little. It make me feel warm." She turned her head and smiled. "Would you like to spank my big, bad butt for a while?" she teased. "I've been a bad girl."

"You don't mind?"

"I could tell you a few things about smacking butt. There's nobody here. We can be as loud and dirty as you want."

"You mean I can do anything I want?" I smacked her hard on one ass cheek and then quickly slapped the other. It was louder that I thought it would be. Alma let out a little groan and then lowered her head. I gave her half a dozen more smacks.

"God what you're doing to me," breathed my sister.

"Does your ass want some fucking?" I whispered.

"Smack me some more then do me."

"Can you take it up there."

"You mean in my A-hole?" She looked back at me. "It won't fit."

"With your hot buns, I bet it goes right in."

Alma giggled. "I was going to say, 'please be gentle.' Will you?"

I smacked her twice more then spit on my middle finger and entered her tight rosebud up to the second joint. I wriggled inside her."

"That feels good." She rotated her ass on my finger. "Do I get something more?"

I moved behind her and slowly sheathed my cock in her pussy, all the way. Alma pushed back on me. "Oh Jay, that feels so good. Leave it there."

"And knock you up? You'll like it fine in your back door."

"Have you ever done it that way? I've heard men do that to men."

"I've done it, to a woman. She liked it better than the regular way."

Alma wiggled her butt. "Then do me. but remember, you're in virgin territory."

I pulled out of her pussy, aimed at her puckered, brown star and shoved. Alma gasped as I passed the first barrier. I waited until she nodded her head for me to continue. The way was tight. I forged ahead slowly until my cock hairs tickled her butt. I felt her tighten and relax and tighten again, her hot, tight, anal cavity milking me.

"Oh God. I don't know if I can stand it, it's so good. It feels so fucking good."

"Doesn't hurt?" I pulled out half way and shoved back in.

"Oh God! It's like the biggest turd I ever crapped, going the wrong way." 

I moved slowly, at first. As the passage loosened, I speeded up.

"Oh shit!" shouted Alma, "Tickle my clit, I'm going to come."

I tweaked her clitty a couple of times. She pushed back as though she wanted another seven inches up her bung and if she could have she would have taken my balls. She came twice before I shot my wad into her bowels. She fell forward and, still connected, I used her ass as a cushion.

"Am I getting too heavy?"

"You feel great. I'm wondering if I'll feel like I have to crap for the next week."

I giggled. "I have no idea."

"It's a shame I haven't got something so I could do you. Then you'd know how it feels. Haveyou ever done it with your friends?"

I shook my head. "That would be too queer."

"I'll bet you've gotten naked with another boy?" she teased.

"Is this true confessions?"

"She smiled evilly. "You just porked my ass. Should we be having secrets?

"I guess not." I idly fingered her pussy.

She wet her finger and probed my asshole. I liked the feeling but I wasn't about to confess what Aunt Polly and Ruth Eleanor had done to me. "Well? Are you going to tell me?"

"We fooled around a lot when were younger. We hung out in Dirk Mason's basement, got naked and showed off our hard-ons."

"And dicked off in a circle jerk? Did you win?

"Sometimes."

She flashed a dirty grim and probed deeper into my ass. "God! This makes me so hot. Would you kiss my ass?"

I touched my lips to the soft mound of her left buttocks and traced a circle with my tongue. "Your pussy tastes better."

"Were any of the boys hung better than you?"

"Paul Taylor was longer than me by an inch. I was bigger around."

"You measured?"

"Every week."

"And then you dicked-off?"

"Sometimes we helped each other."

"Until you shot?" she asked. "You did that nobody tried to get into anybodys ass."

"Never did."

"Would you have tried it with somebody's smaller dick?"

"To be honest, right now I might give somebody a crack at it."

Alma bent and licked my cock. "Want to go lickty-split again?."

I separated the lips and shoved my tongue into her hairy twat. My cock disappeared into her mouth until her lips rested in my cockhairs.

There was no talk but much groaning and the sounds of sucking. After coming, Alma lay still a few moments, got up and, naked, walked downstairs to find a chilled bottle of wine in the refrigerator.

Returning, she pulled the shade at my window, turned on the light, and poured glasses of chilled Rhine wine . I sat up and sipped to take the dryness from my lips. "I've told you things I never thought I would admit to anyone. Now It's your turn. What have you done you shouldn't have?"

"You boys weren't the only ones with a club where the members got naked and played with each other."

"You and your girlfriends did that?"

"Six of us gathered at Betty Webster's house because her mother worked weekends and never got home before six o'clock. Marcie White had red hair on her pussy, Mary Johnson had big boobs. Then there was Tammy Ogleby and Veronica Scott."

I remembered they were all pretty young women. " I had a big crush on Tammy Ogleby I wondered what she looked like naked. I got hard-ons thinking about her."

"You would have had one for sure if you had seen us rubbing our little, hairy twats untill we couldn't stand up."

"Is that all you did?" 

"We gave each other pussy trims. We used our little pocket combs and combed the hair around our cracks until they were nice and neat." 

Alma laughed. "I''ll never forget the first time. Marcie made a spit curl and she kept licking down there. She said she wanted it just right. I kept squirmiing around and the girls were all laughing."

"She really kissed your pussy?"

"Veronica pinched my nipples and her tits rubbed against my back and her pussy hairs tickled my bare butt. Then Veronica and Mary were on either side of me and they were sucking on my nipples and I was moaning and Marcie's mouth wasn't pretending to make a spit curl any more and I was coming like I never come before. Marcie said to become a full club member I had to lick all their slits."

"Did you?"

Alma smiled. "I was a little clumsy at first. By the time I got to Marcie's red haired pussy my tongue knew where to go to make her feel good. By then I was so hot that Veronica took pity on me and fingered me to another climax. 

"I bet that was a lot better than doing your own."

"When Betty had invited me to join she had said the girls got together to watch each other get off. I had been petting pussy for a long time. I had never seen anybody else do it so I was all for it. After I was initiated, I never had to play with my own puss as long as I went to those meetings."

"I wonder if those ladies still get together."

"Mary Johnson got married and left town. I think the other four are still around. All but Veronica are married . I imagine they see each other once in a while."

"Why don't you find out"

"What about the guys you played with. Do you guys still meet?"

"Dirk goes to school out of town. Paul Taylor and me fist each other off when we're hard up."

Alma raised her eyebrows. "No blowjobs?"

"Just between us?"

"You just fucked big sister's ass. Do you think I'll to tell?"

"Paul did me after he described his mother's pussy and I got a real boner. I thought I'd burst when he told me how hairy it was. He said Jewish women have a lot more hair down there"

Did you ever see it?"

"One peek though a crack in the outhouse at a roadside park. She flipped her dress up for a second before she sat down. There was a whole mass of black hair." I did not mention being naked with her at Aunt Polly's."

So you got turned on and you did each other?"

"He's a good friend."

"I'd love to watch you guys do each other."

"No way."

"Have you ever seen Mom or Dad? Did you ever see them do it?"

"Last summer, we were at that cottage at the beach. Mom came in and stripped off her bathing suit and walked into the bathroom to shower. I hadn't closed the door all the way. I was standing there with my trunks halfway to my knees, taking a leak with half a hard and I couldn't stop. I think she was there a minute to two before she said, 'I'm sorry' and turned away. I watched her walk down the hall to her room. She's got a nice ass, big but still firm. I got a hard-on. I pulled up my trunks and went to her room. She had slipped into a robe but hadn't fastened it. I said, "I'm sorry, Mom. I didn't think there was anybody In the house."

She said, "What's done is done. I know what you saw and you know what I saw. I guess neither of us will go blind."

I said, "I hope you aren't mad at me."

"She shook her head, kind of sad, 'I'm not mad. I just wish it hadn't happened, that's all'."

I said, "I thought you were awfully pretty, Mom."

I thought she was going to cry. She said, "You better leave before I do something I'll regret for the rest of my life." 

"I got out."

Alma had a strange look in her eye. "When was this?"

"Last year. I had just turned eighteen."

"You think Mom might have taken you to bed?"

"I don't know. Her and dad hadn't been getting along. He split not long after that."

"I know several years ago I heard them arguing. She told him he hadn't done anything for her in over a month and she wished he could get it up once in a while."

"Did you ever see them make it.."

"No but I've always wanted to watch someone do it."

"Tell me more about the girls club. What happened after your initiation?" 

"We fingered and licked each other's pussies and fondled asses and sucked each other's tits. We called them feel good sessions. A girl brought her mother's dildo one Saturday and we took turns, screwing each other silly with it. I came home with a sore twat that day. I went back for more the next week and somebody brought a vibrator. We had to take up a collection for batteries. Tammy said if her mother ever found out she had been using it her mama would just shit."

"God I wish I could have been a little bug at one of those meetings."

"Once, somebody brought a wide leather belt with the idea of warming our buns with it. We took turns. They weren't hard smacks but hard enough to make things glow and the feeling lasted for a long time. After that we warmed each other up that way. You should have heard the sounds we made slapping each others buns."

"I love your hot buns." I smacked her playfully and watched the smooth flesh jiggle.

"If you're going to do it, make me know it," she taunted.

The next crack of hand on bottom was twice as loud and so was the next.

"If you keep that up you're going to have to do me again. Do you think your little pee-pee can stand up for it?" teased my sister.

"I like playing with your ass." I smacked her sharply. "You were going to tell me about ass smacking."

"Ouch!" She rubbed the spot where I could see the red imprint of my hand. "I said I could tell you something about it."

"So out with it."

"Betty Webster told me she overheard her Mama say Mom belongs to a card club with her and six other ladies. They play every Wednesday."

"Strip poker?"

"They play euchre and I understand it's a cutthroat game. When the scored are totaled, the losing couples pay their forfeit to the winners."

"Which is?"

"The losers have to drape their bare butts over the winner's laps and get properly spanked until their bottoms are a pretty shade of pink."

"God, I'd love to see bare assed women like my mom and Mrs. Webster getting spanked. Think how Mom's ass would jiggle." I rubbed Alma's butt. "Do you think Mom loses a lot?"

"I understand everybody gets her buns warmed at least once a month. Mom must enjoy it or she wouldn't keep going back."

"Can you come that way? Getting smacked, I mean?" 

"I'm not into getting smacked hard," said Alma, "but a little hand warming still turns me on.

"You think our mom likes a warming back there too?"

"I heard something else surprising. Betty's momma let it slip that, one week, when Mom bared her ass that there were welts across her cheeks like she had been whipped with a wide belt."

"Do you think Dad would do that to her."

"He never seemed the type."

"You think she has a lover who lays a belt on her?"

"I don't know. this girl's mother wondered too."

"You know what?" I asked."

"What? Alma propped herself up on her elbows and looked down on my hard cock.

"I want to fuck you. I don't want to suck or cornhole you. I want to come in your pussy."

"I'd like that, brother dear, but you'd better damn well have a rubber. I'm not on the pill and I'm not about to get pregnant with brotherly sperm."

Luckily we found a three pack of Trojans in dad's old dresser drawer. We screwed until she had to leave for college the next morning.

Family Fun Ch. 1



Women are such incredible creatures. After being married to one for twenty years, you might get the impression that you know what to expect them to do under most circumstances. After years and years of assorted attempts to improve the variety and spontaneity of our sex lives, with very little success, I had sort of given up. We had sex from time to time, and I'm not saying it wasn't good, but it was never as exciting as it had been in our earlier years.

After years of being trained to regard "not tonight" as a small victory over "NO!", I despaired at ever getting my still beautiful, sexy wife with the hot body to relax and allow me to guide her into fields we had never explored. There were times when she would go so far as to complain that sex was boring, without seeming to realize that sex the same way every time, under the same conditions, with the same person might be the reason she found it boring.

Living with the Queen of Denial kept me in a constant state of horny. Hell, I'm only 43 and so is she. We have some of the best possible years of our life left to enjoy together and she won't relax enough to allow us to enjoy life to its fullest.

As our daughter had grown up and matured, my constant erection status kept me very aware of her budding sexuality. Of course this awareness increased the erection status considerably, and so on, if you know what I mean. Brief glimpses of a bit of skin, here and there. An encounter in the hallway as she came back from the bathroom at the end of the hall. An inadvertent peek through a partially open door into her room as she was dressing. These were the things that kept me constantly aroused and able to maintain my ability to perform with my wife under her lust-killing restrictions.

I grew bolder, allowing my robe sometimes to be less than fully closed when Kelly and I would meet in the hallway. By unspoken agreement, we became bolder and bolder in our hallway meetings. Brenda would normally be in the kitchen during these times, while Kelly and I were getting ready for work and school. 

Kelly had to walk down the hallway after her bath, but there was no reason she had to make the trip in a towel. I had no reason to be in the hall at that time, other than to get a glimpse of skin. I always pretended that I was on my way somewhere, but she probably saw through me. 

When we would meet, she would smile at me then look down. For a long time, I thought she was merely being modest, but then I realized that she was staring at my crotch, which was usually tented out from the hard-on that was desperately yearning for release, somewhere, somehow, in something--anything!--hot and wet.

I was on my way home from work when it dawned on me that she was trying to see my dick! The possibility that this was the truth caused me to have an instant erection. My fat dick was straining for release. Some of my pubic hairs had been caught between my foreskin and what must be a purplish head by now and was being pulled out by the roots. I had no choice but to unzip and pull Old Glory out to relieve the pain. Really! No choice.

Oh, well. As long as it was out, I might as well relieve the pressure a little by stroking it. However, the excitement of driving down Elm Street with my dick in my hand while thinking about the possibilities of my nearly naked daughter wanting to see what I had under my robe, was too much.

I managed to keep my eyes open, but I wasn't aware of very much around me when the blast hit me. My orgasms for the last many years had been so totally predictable. I knew that first you put it in, then you wiggle it around and push in and out, then your wife asks if you're going to be much longer, so you speed up and pretty soon you feel a pressure building up that will eventually be relieved and life will go back to hum-drum. After, of course, you jump up and clean all traces of the nasty stuff from your body. Couldn't have a drop of that nasty stuff contaminating the sheets, now could we? Why, that would be Disgusting, wouldn't it, dear?

Given this background, you can imagine my surprise when I blew a wad of that nasty stuff through the steering wheel and onto the windshield, where it dripped back onto the dashboard and ran down into the inaccessible places where they all joined. Horrible thoughts of trying to get that shit cleaned up well enough to be missed by Brenda were pushed aside by even more horrible thoughts of the gooey shit that my entire crotch was now swamped in. My hand had continued pumping the gusher while my mind was occupied with possible repercussions.

What the fuck was I going to do? I couldn't go home like this. I couldn't go home until the car and myself were both restored to pristine condition. Wiping my hand on my pants leg well enough to keep from sliming up my cell phone, I called Brenda.

"Hi honey. Sorry to be late, but I picked up a nail or something and a tire has gone flat on me. I'm going to drop by Wal-Mart and get it fixed. Is there anything else I can pick up for you while I'm there?" I knew very well to bolster my lie with enough supportable fact to prevent easy discovery.

"Oh, hi darling. Thanks for calling. I'll put dinner on the back of the stove, then. Do you think you'll be very long?"

"Shouldn't take more than 30-45 minutes. Want me to pick up something?" I needed a reason to be seen going through the register when I bought the new pants.

She gave me a list of a couple of things she could use and I headed toward Wal-Mart.

When I arrived, I pulled into an open bay and asked them to rotate the tires while I ran into the store for some purchases. I managed to pick up a shopping bag to hide my crotch until I could get to the mens' clothing area.

After picking out a clean pair of pants and the stuff for Brenda, I retrieved the car and drove to a car wash to clean the cum off the dashboard and windshield. The guy at Wal-Mart had given me a thumbs up signal when he saw the cum tracks. I couldn't help grinning a little. Not a bad shot for an old man, huh?

I used my sticky pants to clean up all traces of cum that were still visible and tried to vacuum out any that might be in the cracks of the dash board. At the last minute, it occurred to me to look at the seat and floor. Oh shit! There was a huge puddle on the floor and a wet stain on the seat. I must have cum a gallon.

Thinking back, I couldn't help grinning to myself. Under Brenda's tight restrictions, my ejaculations had dwindled to the point that there wasn't that much to clean up after our infrequent sex sessions. I had watched the decline with dismay, thinking that it signaled the start of old age and that my sex life would be completely over before too long.

The immensity of shit I had delivered with the right inspiration restored my confidence to an unbelievable degree. Hey! I'm not dead after all! There is life after forty! All it took to restore me to my boyhood potency, or more, had been the thoughts that my sexy daughter might be trying to catch a glimpse of her father's noble prick.

My reaction should tell you how much I worry about the old incest taboo. My only concern was the mental health and well-being of my daughter, plus my relationship with my wife. I wanted to be extremely careful not to push the envelope with Kelly in any way that she would regard now or later as a negative experience. On the other hand, I convinced myself that if she had a need to know what a prick looked like, then I had a duty as her father to teach her what she wanted to know. The brain is a wonderful thing. It can find a way to justify whatever the hell your body needs, and boy, did my body need something! My assumption that my dick would be limber for the next week or so after that blast was proven false almost immediately. While I was still cleaning my cum from the car, the smell of sex and remembrance of the reasons for the smell had me hard as a rock.

I finished the cleanup as best I could using my pants before dumping them in a trash can. There was no way Brenda would miss those stains. Better to lose a pair of pants than a wife.

"Honey, I'm home!"

"Oh, hi dear. Just drop that stuff anywhere. I'll get dinner on the table right away. Kelly has already eaten and went to her room to study. What happened to your pants, dear? Those aren't the ones you wore to work. They look cheap."

"I'm afraid that those pants were too badly ruined by the stains from the tires. I threw them away on the way home."

"Oh, how could you, dear? Those were very expensive dress pants."

"Yes, dear. What's for dinner?" It was better to never attempt to reason with Brenda. Her initial statement contained the facts. Any further discussion would serve merely to try to explain the facts to you and to reiterate the difficulty you always seemed to have in recognizing the facts.

Brenda must have sublimated her sexual urges into her cooking. She was a wonderful cook. If she had divided half her sensuality into cooking and the other half into her lovemaking, I wouldn't have walked around so horny all the time. American society has never recovered from the fucking Puritans. They have probably been responsible for more human suffering than any other group in history of comparable size. 

The concept that there is something inherently evil in the most basic of human needs is such a ludicrous idea that it is difficult to accept the reality that it has persisted throughout the growth and development of the most successful, prosperous and educated society that has ever existed on earth. We may be able to see sexual acts on cable TV, but we still think it's "dirty".

Ok. End of sermon. Back to the good stuff. It just always seemed to me to be such a terrible waste of potential to be married to a wonderful woman, whom I loved dearly, regardless of her inability to join me in a higher level of sexual enjoyment. I can't help commenting on it from time to time.

As I ate, I was aware of my dick swelling again, with thoughts of Kelly in her room directly over my head, doing her homework. What would she be wearing, I wondered. She would probably be wearing her long cotton nightshirt with a pair of white cotton panties underneath. Brenda would have a fit if she suspected that Kelly might sleep with a naked ass. Would she be wearing a bra underneath the nightshirt? Brenda had put her into "training bras" the moment her chest started budding. What the fuck a "training bra" is has always eluded me. What the fuck are they training them for? Would they not be able to wear bras later on without suitable training? Was it like drivers' ed? If you don't learn proper bra technique, your tit might fall out in class when you're older?

I reached the conclusion that girls want to wear them because it makes them feel older and more mature. Moms buy them for their daughters to keep men from being able to enjoy the visible signs of budding sexuality.

With an effort, I jerked my mind back from my negative thoughts and back to the pleasures of Brenda's cooking and images of my perhaps less-than-fully-clothed daughter. My cock rose again to the occasion and begged for another release like the one in the car. Hell! It had only been a couple of hours and I was as horny as I usually am a day or so after a session with Brenda. If I weren't careful, I would begin obsessing over Kelly.

Hah! Begin obsessing? I realized that I had been locked on her for a long time, but had forced the idea to the back of my mind, like a good father has to do. Now that she was legally old enough to fuck, my mental barriers must have relaxed on their own. I could scarcely think of anything else other than the incredible delights I might find between her thighs.

After dinner, my body carried my mind with it down the hall and tapped on Kelly's door.

"Come in! Oh, hi Daddy. What's up?"

"I just came in to say hello. Missed you at dinner and you know how important it is to me to see all of us together at least once a day."

"Oh, Daddy. You saw me at breakfast...and in the hallway this morning", she added after a pause. Was there a twinkle in her eye when she mentioned the hallway? Why would she make a point of what had to be a very minor part of her day? Did she really see this time every morning as an event worth mentioning? Did she feel the same sort of attraction that I did? Did she know what she was feeling or was it merely a heightened state of well-being? 

Men seem to know when they are horny. I have had occasion to wonder if women can separate the good feelings coming from their pussy and those coming from their heart. Maybe not. Maybe that's why they say that men give love to get sex and women give sex to get love.

I needed so desperately to be near her for a while. "What are you working on?" I moved closer to her computer, which she immediately ran to and clicked the screen to another display, but not before I saw that she had been working in her e-mail program.

"Oh, just the usual stuff. You know."

"Well, actually I don't. I just realized today that I know very little about you as a person. For so many years, you were simply my baby. Sure, you had a personality, but my relationship with you was always based on assuring your security in every way. Now, the only thing you need from me is money and soon you won't need that any more. It's a hard realization that our life together is drawing to a close and I don't know you at all as an adult. When you finish college, you may well find work in another part of the world and we won't be able to see each other very often.

"Oh, poor Daddy. You sit here and I'll sit in your lap for a while. You can hold me like you did when I was little and you can ask me anything you want. I promise to answer truthfully no matter what question you ask. Ok? Will that help you get to know me?"

Would it! Hell yes! Would there be room on my lap for her and my raging prick? Who knows? But I'm willing to find out. I sat down and tried my best to arrange my almost painful erection down the length of my pants leg so she wouldn't feel it when she sat down. Kelly must have known or sensed that I needed time to arrange myself in private because she busied herself on the other side of the room while I made myself as comfortable as possible.

When I was as ready as I was going to get until they cut my nuts off, Kelly came back and crawled into my lap. At eighteen, she is still small enough to cuddle nicely in my lap. Maybe a hundred pounds, I don't know. Just over five feet, I would guess. Had no idea about her tits, but I thought I detected some delightful swaying as I watched her walk toward me. No bra! Ah!

"Now, Daddykins. What would you like to know about me?' She put her arms around me and leaned against my chest with her nose nuzzled into my neck. Her soft breath on my skin sent shivers through my whole body and caused my prick to jerk against the bottom of her leg. Could she feel it?

"Well, for example, what subjects are you studying in school?"

"I thought you were going to ask me some real questions, Daddy." She gently kissed me on the chin.

Same reaction. Same question as before. Did she know what she was doing to me or was she unwittingly playing with fire?

"Ok. You asked for it. Are you a virgin?"

"Daddy!"

"Well, you did ask for it and you promised to answer me truthfully, no matter what."

"You just surprised me. I always thought you were so straight. You caught me off guard."

"I have always been straight with you--or at least tried to be. I love you very much and want to do everything I can to make you happy."

"Everything?" She raised her head to look me directly in the eye. "Everything? Really?"

"Anything you want, you just ask me. If it's information, you've got it. If it's money or something you want me to do, it's yours. All you have to do is to let me know."

I nearly fouled another pair of pants that day when she opened a button on my shirt and slid a hand inside.

While squeezing my nipple lightly and tickling it with her nail, she asked again. "Everything?"

"Absolutely everything!" It came out with a gasp.

"Then do this to me."

"Are you absolutely sure about this?"

"Abso-fucking-lutely, Daddy." Kelly raised the hem of her nightshirt, revealing a neatly trimmed bush and a mouthwatering set of jugs, topped by a set of very ripe strawberries, swollen with lust. Her trip to the other side of the room must have been to remove her panties!

Kelly took my sweaty hand and placed it on her bursting breast. "Play with me, Daddy. Please! I want to know what it feels like to be made love to. To answer your question, the answer is no. I'm not a virgin, but I don't have much experience. I keep hearing about these fantastic stories of women swooning with lust and men that are supposedly great lovers, but sex for me has never been like that. The guy gets between your legs, pumps a few times and gets off. Isn't there supposed to be more? I get a lot more excited when I do myself."

"Oh, Kelly, baby. Yes, there is supposed to be more. Much, much more." My long denied fingers were unconsciously playing a tune on her nipples as my mind raced to take in all the ramifications of her short speech.

"How often do you play with yourself?"

Kelly had her eyes closed and was leaning back against my arm, luxuriating in the sensations my fingers were bringing to her breasts. Not wishing to break the spell of the moment, she answered me by simply parting the lips of her already wet pussy and sliding a finger inside.

Her naked ass on my dick, separated only by her thin nightshirt and my pants, was hot enough to cook an egg. If there had been enough loose skin left over for it to grow bigger, it would have jumped another inch or two, I'm sure. As it was, there wasn't enough loose skin available on my body to even close my eyes. (Ok, it's an old joke, but I've always wanted to use it somewhere.)

She began to rock her ass against my dick.

One of the most painful experiences of my life was telling her she must stop. I was actually woozy from trying to rid my body of the lust she had aroused. "Honey, what you are doing is the answer to more prayers than you can imagine, but this is not the time or the place. I've already ruined one pair of pants today by cumming all over them through thoughts of you. If you don't stop right now, there will be another pair ruined, with no way to conceal the fact from your Mom. Unless you want to stop everything right now, you must sit very still. Ok?"

"Ok, Daddy. I'll sit still, but you have to tell me what you meant about your other pants." She continued to frig herself as I bent to take one of her strawberries in my mouth.

"Sit very, very still, then, and I'll tell you." Our voices were both husky with desire.

I recounted what had happened, starting with seeing her in the hallway and wondering whether she was trying to see my erection, up through the wonderful explosion that coursed through my aching body as thoughts of her emptied my balls with such force. As I talked, she moaned her arousal at hearing the effect she had produced on me and brought her slippery finger from her twat to trace along my lips. Her light touch tickled so much it caused me to sneeze, forcing my prick to lurch against her leg once more.

It was touch and go for a minute or so. The only way I kept from greasing her seat was to think about problems at the office--really hard. The build-up seemed to quit increasing, but never went away, so I went on trying to come up with the most non-sexy thoughts possible. I thought of counting sheep, but my mind immediately brought up the fact that some men enjoy fucking them. 

That didn't work, so I started trying to remember all the cars I had owned over the years. but that quickly led to memories of all the pussy I used to get in some of those early years of car ownership. Maybe if I think of the places I've lived, but then that made me remember my next door neighbor Pam's tawny thighs when I was sixteen.




Family Fun Ch. 1



I had to stop. As much as my body begged to be released in such a desirable manner, the price for continuing was more than I was prepared to pay.

"Kelly, baby, love, dear. Please get up. There is no way I can keep from cumming with you sitting on my lap. I want to continue more than you can imagine, but the consequences are too great under these circumstances. If I thought there would never be another chance and they were going to hang me if I did it, then they could start looking for a rope. I'm hoping that you feel as deeply as I about this and that we will have many more pleasurable times together under circumstances where nobody has to get hurt. Ok?"

I desperately wanted it to be ok with her. I meant every word I had said to her. If there was never to be another chance, I would suffer anything to keep from missing such an unbelievable opportunity.

"No, it's not ok, Daddy, but I understand." Kelly reluctantly slid off my lap, but couldn't resist giving my dick a squeeze as she moved away.

Whoops! That did it! I could feel it coming! There was a roaring in my ears and a lightness in my head that prevented rational thought. I was going to shoot a load unlike anything before in my entire life. The long buildup and extreme stimulation had created a flood that would herniate me if I tried to hold it back by pinching the head or squeezing it in any way. 

There was only one way. I ripped the zipper down, praying that there was no loose meat to be caught in the sharp teeth and whipped out the pulsating monster. My hand on the back of Kelly's head forced her mouth over the tip of my prick just in time.

I have no idea if she had ever given a blow job before, but she was sure as hell giving one now! How she managed to swallow everything I was giving her was beyond my imagination. Perhaps the quantity was all in my mind or perhaps she had blown every jock on the football team. For whatever reason, she was able to take it all.

I stood in the middle of my daughter's bedroom and poured seemingly endless quantities of cum down her greedy throat while my wife was working in the kitchen right below us.

My wife! Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit!

"Kelly, baby. Get up. We have to get straightened up. Your mom will be coming upstairs in a minute and we can't let her catch us like this. It would kill her."

"Ok, Daddy. That was delicious! I never gave a blow job before. Did I do ok?"

"Believe me. You did ok. I have to run now. Love you."

"Love you, too, Daddy." She raised up on tiptoe to kiss me. Not a daughter's kiss, but a lover's kiss, full of lust and promise, and incidentally still full of my cum.

Kelly went back to her schoolwork and I slid out the door to the back stairs as I heard Brenda coming up from the kitchen.

"Where is everyone?", I heard her call.

"I'm in my room, Mom. I think I heard Daddy go out to the garage."

"Ok. Do you need anything? Would you like some warm milk and cookies while you study?"

"Later, Mom. I'll come down and get some after I finish my homework."

"Ok, dear. I'll go see if your father needs anything."

Brenda was a great girl. She was loyal, affectionate, dependable and intelligent. All the things any man could want in a wife, in addition to the great physical assets I mentioned before. If she could ever get past the stupid shit about sex that had been drilled into her head as a child, she could be the perfect wife in every way. Maybe I wouldn't need to get blowjobs from our daughter and go sneaking around behind my wife's back if she were more willing to indulge my needs.

Yeah, sure! Remembering the actual buzzing in my ears and in my balls as Kelly's sweet mouth closed around my cum blast was enough to tell me that I would do it again and again, whenever the opportunity presented itself, regardless of any other consideration.

Brenda found me washing the car. I needed some reason for the clean dash. Might as well do it right.

"Did you find out what caused the flat?"

"No, I just left it with the guys in the shop while I went into the store."

"Put the hose down for a minute and I'll do the inside while you do the outside."

"No! I mean, no, why don't you help me with the outside and we can both do the inside if I don't get too excited after seeing you in a wet t-shirt and we have to stop to take care of matters."

"Wyden!", she giggled. "That's naughty! Besides, I'm not wearing a t-shirt and all you would see is my bra, anyway. Not only that, but the neighbors could see and Kelly is right upstairs."

"Ok. Go take off your bra and put on a t-shirt while I move the car around back so the neighbors can't see. Ask Kelly how long she will be before she comes down. If we have half an hour, then I can find out what all the other guys are talking about when they go on about watching the wet t-shirt contests down at the Mouse Trap Lounge."

Brenda blushed furiously. "Wyden! You can't mean that you would enjoy such a thing! After all, I'm an old lady. You couldn't possibly find me sexy in such a condition."

I took her in my arms and placed her hands on the erection that had never gone down since my obsession with our daughter had come to roaring life this morning.

"Wyden! What are you doing?"

"I'm just showing you how old I think you are and what kind of effect the idea of seeing you in a wet t-shirt with no bra has on me. Don't you like it?"

Brenda was flabbergasted. She thought that she was supposed to have gotten past the period in her life where she was sexually attractive to men. What her husband was suggesting sounded very, very wicked. She also realized that she was very, very tempted. Her pulse was quickening at the thought of her erect nipples thrusting against the wet material to be on display for anyone to admire. Maybe just this once, she could relax and let her body take over from her mind.

"Are you sure nobody could see us?"

"I'll make sure I put the car where nobody can see."

"What about Kelly?"

My mind raced ahead. From all indications, my uptight wife was about to take one gingerly step across the invisible bonds of her puritan upbringing. Oh shit! Two major advances in my sex life in one day! Three if you counted the stream of cum on the dashboard, but I didn't think I would be continuing that practice.

"Tell you what, honey. I'll change into my shorts and a t-shirt so you will feel more comfortable dressed that way. I'll give Kelly some money to buy a birthday present for you and suggest that she take off for the mall. If I give her enough, she will be gone for hours. We will have the place to ourselves long enough to have some fun and do something about it if we decide to."

"Oooh, it makes me feel so wicked to think about it."

"Good. That's what I hoped."

I filled Kelly in on what was happening and gave her my credit card. "Get something nice for yourself, too, baby."

"Oh, so you think I'll give you another blow job if you pay me?"

She was smiling, so I knew she was kidding. Her fingers found my fly and snuck inside to squeeze my dick as she spoke. I couldn't help lifting the hem of her nightshirt and rubbing her clit. I wanted another taste of her pussy.

"Oh, Daddy!" She bent forward, pulling her pussy off my fingers."

"What's the matter, baby? I thought you wanted me to do that."

"I did, silly. I wanted it so much you made me cum as soon as your fingers touched my clit. See? " She stuck two fingers in her cunt and rubbed the juice on my lips like she had done before. Then she stood on tiptoe again and kissed me so deeply that I wondered if I was going to shoot another load. That would not do at all.

"Down with you, you vixen! I promised the next load to your mother."

"Ok, Daddy, but save some for me for later." She whipped off her nightshirt, revealing her entire nude body to me for the first time and bent over from the waist to give me a fantastic view of her ass and cunt, with her hard knockers visible between her thighs.

I groaned and pulled my dick out again. I had to feel it pressed in the crack of her ass before she left. This time, however, my balls had been sufficiently emptied to allow me to retain a trace of sense. After only a couple of quick lunges against her, I slapped her on the ass and told her to get moving. I had a date with her mother.

Kelly's smile at me as I closed her door was enough to break my heart. She stood there naked, with one hand offering her tits to me and the other with fingers buried in her hot snatch. Leaving her was the hardest thing I ever had to do. (That's original, isn't it?)

I got back to our bedroom just in time. Brenda was dressed as I had asked, but she had a fucking bra on.

"Is Kelly going to the mall?", she asked nervously as I stripped and began to change.

"She's on her way."

"Doesn't it ever bother you, Wyden, to be naked in front of me?"

"No, honey. I think the human body is the most natural thing there is. Why hide it?"

"What if everybody thought the way you did and we all walked around like that?"

"Honey, if everybody thought the way I do, there would be a lot less problems in the world."

"How can you say that?"

"Just trust me a little bit and allow me to give you a taste of the way I see things. After you've given it a chance, I won't push the issue any more. Your willingness to try this with me is already getting me very excited. See?"

I pulled my shorts down to show her my waving evidence.

"Wyden! Cover yourself!"

"No, dear. This is part of your education. It's proof that I find you desirable and want very much to have you join me in an exciting experiment."

"Well, ok, but put it up for now. We'll see what happens later."

"Last one wet is a rotten egg!", I yelled as I ran out of the room. Kelly was halfway down the stairs. "Hurry! Go on! I'm about to seduce your mom. She needs it. Go on now."

She gave me a sweet smile and flipped her skirt up to show me she wasn't wearing any panties for her trip to the mall. This kid must have inherited my genes! The future looked very bright!

She was barely out the door when Brenda appeared. "Has she gone?"

"Yes, dear. She will be gone for at least an hour, so you won't be needing this." I reached around her and undid her bra with one flick of my fingers. It was something I had practiced endlessly while growing up, after several embarrassing incidents where I felt foolish at not knowing how.

"I didn't know you could do that."

"There may be several things you don't know about me, little girl." I smiled wickedly as I twirled an imaginary villain's mustache and leered at her virginal naked tits swaying under her t-shit.

"Now you stop that or I won't be able to go outside at all."

"Ok. I'm stopped, I'm stopped. Let's go!" I ran ahead and filled the soapy water bucket while Brenda rinsed the dust off. "I'll be back in a second. I think I hear the phone."

"I didn't hear anything."

"I'll just check."

When I got inside, I called Bob, next door. "Bob, you're not going to believe this, but get your camcorder out and set it up in your upstairs bedroom. There is something you're going to want to tape about to happen in our backyard. When you get it set up, take your wife out to dinner. It's on me."

"We've already eaten, Wyden. We're just watching TV. What's this all about?"

"Trust me, my man. You will want to do this. Haven't you ever wanted to see Brenda loosen up a little?"

"Sure. She's a great girl, but she always seems to be wound pretty tight."

"She's going to help me wash the car in a t-shirt with no bra."

"No shit? I'll get the fucking camera out right now. Sure you don't mind?"

"It's me calling, remember?"

"Ok, ok. I'll set it up and we'll go to a movie."

"Whatever, just get the fuck out of the house. I'll pay for anything."

"Stick your money up your ass, fucker. If you're willing to give me a tape of your wife in a wet t-shirt, I'll be the one owing you."

"Just do it. See you later. Oh, and honk your horn as you leave. Ok?"

"Ok. Bye."

Brenda was wet everywhere except her tits when I got back outside and kept glancing nervously at Bob and Sue's house.

"What if Bob and Sue are watching?"

"That's why I went inside. I noticed that you could see this part of the yard from their upstairs window and called Bob to suggest that they go see a movie on me. They've been wanting to see one of the new releases, but hadn't gotten around to it. I just told him we needed some private time and he said they would be out of the house in a flash. When we hear his horn, they will be gone."

Almost as the words were leaving my mouth, we heard him honk. Brenda looked at me in astonishment. "This means a lot to you, doesn't it?"

"More than you can imagine, dear." I turned the hose on her, full force. Now, that was how I wanted to see her. I had wanted to see her like this for twenty years.

"Oh, Wyden. I can't do this. Look how obvious my breasts are. You can see the entire nipple as if I weren't wearing anything."

"I know, dear. That's what it is all about. Men need to be able to see things. I guess women need to hide them, but we need to see, We've done it your way for twenty years. Try to relax and do it my way for one day. Ok? I've done everything possible to spare you embarrassment. Kelly is out of the house. So are Bob and Sue. If I have to torch the entire neighborhood to have a chance to see my beautiful wife in a wet t-shirt, then I'll start looking for matches."

"You still think I'm beautiful?", she asked, hopefully.

"Honey, you are beautiful beyond words to me. I only want to be able to see you in ways that you haven't been able to show me before. Just this one time, won't you indulge my fantasies of you?"

"You really have fantasies of me?"

"All the time, my love. Don't you ever fantasize about me?"

"Oh! No! I couldn't."

"Really? Not even a little? Am I so unattractive and unexciting that I don't even cause my own wife to fantasize about other things?"

"Wellll. Maybe a little, but it's nasty."

"Great!" I yelled so loud it startled her.

"You think nasty is great?"

"What one person thinks is nasty can be tremendously exciting to another. Since I'm another and not the one, it turns me on. Please tell me some of your fantasies." All thoughts of washing the car were forced from my mind as my dear wife seemed on the brink of relaxing her inhibitions, if only for a moment.

"I can't, Wyden. I just can't." Her eyes pleaded with me to understand.

"Suppose I help? Ok?"

"Maybe that would work. I just can't bring myself to say the words."

"Ok, then. What if I do this, and this, and then this?" I stood behind her and pulled her soaking body back against my still erect cock. How long could it stay like that, I wondered.

Incredibly, she pushed her ass back into my rigid dick and rotated it from side to side. She had never done anything even remotely as explicit as this in all the years of our marriage, even in bed with the lights out. I had to give her credit. She was indeed trying.

I pulled her head back and twisted it until I could reach her lips and began to kiss her more deeply than she had ever allowed. The groan that escaped her throat told me that I was on the right track. After all this time of trying to be a good husband and respect her ideals and standards, I was slowly learning that she was simply unable to step over the bounds that had been drilled into her before I came along. She needed for me to be forceful with her to assuage her conscience and prevent her from feeling guilty for actually enjoying sex with her husband.

This realization spurred me on. All this time I had been telling myself that if she really loved me as she said, then she should be willing to ignore all that stupid shit she had been told. I was finding out that if I really loved her, I would allow her to avoid the responsibility. Fine. I could do that.

I ran my hand under her sopping t-shirt and pinched her nipple.

"O000h, Wyden. Don't do that. Somebody might see."

By this time, I was learning that the "Ooooh" was her actual response. The "don't do that" was an automatic conditioning response. The realization gave me a tremendous feeling of power.

Now those of you who are saying that I should have simply been forceful with her from the start are not aware of my upbringing. I was taught from my mother's knee to always respect the wishes of others and to put their well-being above my own. This attitude, combined with my wife's training had caused us both to miss a great deal of life.

Ok. I had no problem being forceful if it was the right thing. I only hoped that this new way of acting would be something I could control and that I wouldn't get caught up in my newfound power to be some sort of monster.

I unzipped my shorts and pulled out my cock. When I placed her hand around it, she whimpered. "What if someone sees us?"

"What if they do? Squeeze my cock, Brenda. Squeeze my big hard cock out in the open in our back yard while I play with your tits. Just imagine if someone were taping our action at this moment. Wouldn't we look sexy to them?"

She moaned and whimpered, but kept squeezing my cock and I kept kneading her tits and pinching her protruding nipples. It was obviously something she had needed for a long time. I mentally kicked myself for being so fucking dense.

I peeled her shirt over her head and threw it on the other side of the car before stripping her shorts to her ankles.

"Oh, no, no, no. Wrong, wrong", she muttered, but did nothing to stop me.

I slid a finger into her cunt and found it on fire! Her mind might not approve of what I was doing, but her body sure as hell did.

The second finger found a welcome, as did a third. My thumb rubbed her clit in time with her frantic jerks away from it, causing her to fuck herself on my hand.

She was now completely naked in our back yard. Her eyes were closed so that her mind could deny as much as possible of what her body was enjoying the hell out of.

I left her for a second to grab the hose. Her mewls of protest sounded like newborn kittens looking for milk. They died as I turned the hose on her. (Her mewls, not the kittens.)

"Turn around. Enjoy the water on your naked body." I alternated between full force and spray, on her back, between her thighs, across her tits, on top of her head and a stinging spray directly on her clit before stripping my shorts off and joining her. I left the hose lying on top of the car, creating a mini-waterfall for us to luxuriate in. We could make whatever fantasy from it we liked.

With the stream from the hose cascading off our bodies, I bent my wife over the fender and rammed the entire thing as far as it would reach, in swift jab. As soon as her body reacted, I pulled nearly all the way out, very slowly and rammed it home again.

If Brenda had ever had an orgasm before, it would never compare with the one she began now. I say "began" because I don't know how long it went on. All I know is that I fucked her in this way for at least half an hour and she never stopped responding as if she were experiencing a level of ecstasy she never realized existed before.

I had gotten off enough times already that the urgency was gone for me, but I was able to stay hard and satisfy my beautiful wife as long as she wanted me. From all indications, she wanted me a lot!

The realization that we were being taped occupied a lot of my attention. Bob was in for a hell of a surprise when they came home. I had only hoped to get some shots of Brenda's nipples. We were getting a fuckfest! I determined to make the most of it because there was no guarantee that there would ever be a repeat of it.

I posed us for the camera in every lustful situation I could imagine. I turned us every way possible, giving the camera a view of each conjoined bit of flesh. I would hold my dick at the entrance to her sopping cunt long enough to have it on record before slamming it to the hilt.




Family Fun Ch. 1



Brenda had never been willing to let my prick get anywhere near her mouth. I pulled out of her quivering gash and pushed her head down onto my meat, which was slimy with her juices and mine. When she attempted to pull away, I pushed harder, until she knew she was going to do it or the fun would stop, right there.

Once she had my dick in her mouth, she seemed to have crossed a threshold in her mind and began to slurp on it like it was her mother's tit.

I fucked her face in ecstasy. In general, blow jobs are not as satisfying to me as full body contact, or doggie style with a firm ass against my belly while I'm sunk to the root in a hot pussy. In this case, the symbolism of the act was enough to make me cross my threshold.

To give my girl credit, she didn't even try to pull her head off when I started to cum in her mouth. Her hands on my ass began carving streaks of skin with her fingernails as she pulled every ounce of cum I could muster from my balls.

For our final act, I faced us sideways to the camera and made sure it caught my dick standing proudly erect between Brenda's lust-glazed eyes, with a long string of my cum reaching down to her outthrust tongue.

Who could ask for a better porno flick? I anticipated many a great jack-off session with that one.

I picked Brenda up tenderly in my arms and carried her into the house, making sure that her cum-drooling twat was exposed and shining toward the camera the whole way.

When Bob came home, he was going to have a surprise! Then a thought struck me. I sat Brenda on a kitchen chair and picked up the phone. I knew the machine would get it and was ready with my message. "Bob, this is Wyden. Don't do anything until you talk to me. Repeat, anything."

Sue would wonder what the hell was going on, but she was already wondering about the quick trip to the movie, I'll bet.

I carried Brenda lovingly up the stairs to our bedroom, crooning soothing sounds to her as she continued to tremble in my arms. I hoped beyond hope that she was trembling with spent lust and not with guilt. Only time would tell if she had passed a watershed in her outlook on life or had simply rammed her head into a brick wall.

After drawing her a soothing bubble bath, I went down to make some tea for her. Her only concession to sensuality over the years has been to relax in a scented bubble bath with a cup of herbal tea. If she was comfortable having me in the room with her, it would be a good sign, and the first time.

When she was comfortably situated, I tested the waters by attempting to leave the room.

"Wyden", she said in a small voice. "Stay."

I stayed.

Neither of us spoke. Between sips of tea, Brenda leaned her head back and closed her eyes to allow the aroma of the scented bath to reach her.

I knelt by the end of the tub and gently massaged her shoulders, then moved to the other end and massaged her feet. Those old claw-foot tubs are so much better than the newer ones. I love having access to either end.

Brenda was still occupied with her thoughts, but didn't seem upset--just thoughtful.

I wanted to give her all the time she needed to decide how to face the rest of her life.

She rose from her bath without breaking the silence and allowed me to dry her off, paying particular attention to those areas with hair. This was another thing I had always wanted to do and she had never been comfortable with. Things were looking good.

Before she left the bathroom, she reached into a drawer and picked up a bottle of massage oil that I didn't remember seeing before, and a towel.

On reaching the bedroom, she spread the towel on the bed, stretched out on it and silently handed me the bottle.

Now, I may be stupid, but I got that one quickly enough. "Ok, my girl. If it's a massage you want, a massage you're going to get", I said to myself.

I was in absolutely no hurry. I went back to her feet and started over, using the oil to lubricate my work. Brenda gave herself over to me completely. If I lifted her leg, she allowed it to be lifted and helped hold it there until I was ready for it to be put back down. If I wanted to do her front, all I had to do was to nudge her and she would obediently roll over.

When the natural course of the massage led me between her legs, she allowed me to part them as wide as I wanted. This was definitely a new Brenda!

I had my fingers inside her pussy when Kelly stopped by the partially open door and called out, "Mom, I'm home."

The old Brenda would have been on her feet in an instant, screaming at me to close the door and running for the bathroom. Without bothering to open her eyes, the new Brenda said, "Hmmm. That's nice, dear. Did you have a good time?" 

"Yes, Mom. Uh, is there anything I can get you?"

"No, dear. I'm just fine. Your father is giving me a wonderful massage. You better go on to bed. You have school in the morning."

All the while, I am thumbing Brenda's clit and slipping my fingers in and out of her dilated cunt. Kelly is watching in awe and doesn't know whether to watch my once more stiff dick or her mother allowing herself to be fingerfucked in front of her. Kelly's hand has unconsciously pulled her skirt up, exposing her naked pussy and is playing with it while she watches.

Brenda doesn't say anything until Kelly has obviously cum, then reminds her. "Go on to bed now, honey. You have to get up early."

"Yes, Mom." Kelly has a glazed expression on her face. I know she is wondering what the hell I did to Brenda in the short time that she was gone.

"Now fuck me good, dear. You can pretend I'm Kelly if you like."

Oh, shit! I must be dreaming. Such things don't happen in actual life. As I crawled between her legs, I assured her that it wouldn't be necessary to pretend she was anybody else. She was turning me on more than I could bear.

"Yes, dear, but she is turning into a beautiful woman, isn't she?"

"Just like her mother", I answered truthfully.

This time, our lovemaking was slow, easy and wonderful. There was no pressure to be relieved, nothing to prove, no barriers to be tested. It was only two people who loved each other deeply, making love and as far as I was concerned, it would be over too soon, no matter how long it lasted.

After a long, languorous session of lovemaking, I managed to come to the post once more and delivered my load, in concert with my bride, who almost immediately rolled over and began snoring, with my cum dripping from her thighs. That was another thing the old Brenda would never do--go to sleep without a thorough douche after I had cum in her.

I had just gone down to the kitchen when the phone rang. It was Bob, back from the movie. "Got your message, Wyden, but have no idea what you mean."

"Hi, Bob. Was the movie good?"

"Yeah, it was great, but what does that have to do with the question?"

"If you think that movie was great, wait until you see this one. However, it turned out to be several times hotter than I expected, so I must ask you not to watch it unless you're willing to return the favor."

"Return what favor?"

"The best thing I can tell you is to start watching it and imagine that it is you and Sue in the movie. When it gets to the point where you wouldn't be willing to let me see a similar tape, stop it right there. I'll know by the place where you stopped it what you think of it. Before you see any of it, I have to tell you that it portrays some very intimate moments between Brenda and me. If you are shocked by the first thing you see, please accept my apologies and we will never bring up the subject again. Is that ok with you?"

"Sure. Sounds fair, but we've lived next door to you for a long time and from what I've seen of Brenda, she is very much like Sue and I can't imagine her doing anything that would fit the description you just gave me. For that matter, I can't imagine Sue doing anything like that, either."

"But it would be ok if she did?"

"Hell yes! I'm as horny as you are, you old goat!"

"Watch the tape first, then let me know."

"Ok. See you later."

"Bye."



Family Fun Ch. 2



Chapter 2: Miz Liz

A few days after Mom returned home, Paul Taylor drove over in his souped up Mustang and asked me to take a ride with him. I knew what he wanted but I played it cool and climbed into the passenger seat. It was the first time I had seen Paul since the night I screwed his mother, Ruth Eleanor Taylor, a tall sexy woman who was a cashier at The Farmer's and Trader's Bank. She had surprised the hell out of me when she let me plug her ass. Perhaps I had avoided Paul because of that. Paul turned onto a small side road and pulled off into a grove of trees near a stream where there was a hole deep enough to swim in. Hardly anybody came there. It was private property belonging to Miz Liz Astin and abutted the back of my mom's place.

Paul pulled in so nobody could see us. He unzipped his shorts, pulled out his long boner and let it stand, like a long, slender cucumber with a slight curve. He worked the skin up over the pink head. "Jay, you've got to help me. I haven't got off in over a week and need lip suction the worst way."

Seeing his hard cock made me throw a fair boner of my own. I unzipped and the mighty python bobbed his one-eyed head in the daylight. 

"You're needing some licking too." Paul, reached for my bobbing cock.

I reached into the back seat, got the old blanket Paul kept there and opened the door. "Let's get out, we'll have more room." I led the way to the stream and spread the blanket on the grass. Neither bothered putting his stiff pecker back in his fly. They bobbed up, down and sideways as we walked. The outdoors and fresh air felt good.

Little time was wasted in shucking our pants. We rolled around, rubbing our lube-leaking cocks against each other. I pulled on Paul and he handed mine. Minutes later we were gobbling each other's candy canes like a couple of horny queers, loving every cock-sucking minute. Paul came first. I wasn't far behind in pumping a load down his throat.

We parted panting and gasping for air. Paul licked his lips. We sat with our knees drawn up and our half-hard joints poking up from between our legs. They had not gone down very much. I looked down at his long slender cock, the head, still shining from my spit. He teased a last drop of jism onto a finger and dipped it in his mouth. I figured I had eaten the rest of his so I might as well find out what mine tasted like. It was not all that different from Paul's. "So," I said, "now are you going to do something for me." "I sucked you dry." "You know once is never enough for either of us."

Paul nodded. "What you got in mind."

I snapped a finger against his rigid cock. It wavered back and forth and then grew stiffer. "Put your dick up my ass. I want to know how it feels to get fucked."

Paul eyed me like I was crazy.

"Then I want to plow hell out of your ass."

"That's getting pretty queer," said Paul. "I think that's going to hurt. Maybe it'll hurt a lot."

"A woman I know says it feels great once you get used to it."

Paul moved his hand slowly up and down his cock, savoring the feeling. "You'll let me plug you first?" . I rolled him on his side. I got a big glob of spittle on my middle finger and spread it around his hole and then I shoved it in all the way. Paul grunted and his buns quivered. Though I had done this before, I had never noticed what a nice, hairless ass Paul had. He was more solid more muscular than his mother but smooth and round. I worked my longest finger in and out of his puckered rosette "Do you like the feel of it."

"That's only a finger. We've done this bit before."

"Wet your finger and plug me. Move around in there."

Paul turned on my finger which I kept firmly in place and he did me the same as I was doing him. I figured it was time to try his long, slim cock in there. I clambered to my knees, bent forward till my head touched the blanket. I bravely spread my cheeks and felt the breeze on my moist, exposed asshole. Paul crawled behind me. "It looks awfully small."

"I've crapped turds bigger than that little old pecker you got," I scoffed bravely, Drop some spit on it and put it in."

He pressed his spit-wet cockhead against my opening. I instinctively tightened and resisted his thrust. Paul shoved harder. He passed the resisting ring and slipped in, cockhead deep. I groaned. "God Damn! Wait a minute."

"You said shove it in."

It felt one hell of a lot bigger than the brush handle his mother had shoved up there. "It feels like a goddamned baseball bat."

"Same old, teeny parlor prick," said Paul. "Want me to pull out?"

I clenched my teeth and shook my head. If my sister could handle mine, I'd sure as hell would adjust to Paul's or die trying. "Just go easy."

"Anyway you want," said Paul. He thrust forward an inch and stopped. I thought he had gone six. The next thrust was easier. I shoved back on him though I had never felt so stretched when my biggest turds were sliding out. He pressed on until his short hairs tickled my ass. "God damn. You're tight." He wiggled a bit. "You feel great. Are you ready for a good old-fashioned bunghole diddle?"

I gritted my teeth. "Go slow."

"Sure." Paul pulled out and eased in. It wasn't as bad as it was getting it all there the first time but it was agony all the same. The next stroke was better and the one after that better still. My cock, which had softened with the pain stiffened. His massaging my prostrate, gave me an acute urge to pee. His cock sliding in and out of my super sensitive opening got better by the second. I began moving back to meet him when he slammed it home. We speeded up until we were humping like fucking pros. Paul gave out a grunt and I felt him pumping his stuff deep into my bowels. I slipped down on the blanket and Paul rode me down, his cock-lodged deep up my ass. Alma was right. I had been missing something.

We rested, then it was Paul's turn.

I deposited a big glob of saliva and pronged him. He yelled louder than I had. He said I was killing him. I held firmly onto his hips and waited for his pain to fade. Slowly, I fed him a bit more until I was anchored cock deep in his unwilling ass. I moved to him as he had moved to me. I pumped him and rode him and screwed him and fucked his ass until I throbbed my load far up his little tight hole. I collapsed on top of him.

Paul said I was the best he ever had, that way. 

***

A old woman wearing a black leather mini and a leather bra stepped from behind a tree not a dozen steps away. "Would one of you boys care to try last little number on a needy old lady or do I sic my dog on you?" said Miz Liz Astin her Bull Mastiff growled at her side.

Worn, black leather boots extended to her knees and accented an expanse of aging flesh between there and the leather mini. The woman was deeply tanned over every inch of visible skin and I suspected the rest of her matched. Her hair was a mixture of blond and gray intermingled. Her lips were full and her eyes pale blue. The woman had been a beauty, and it had not all faded. I imagined her nearer sixty than fifty. To two nineteen years olds, she appeared ancient.

"I've seen you boys swallow each other's dicks before. You put on a good show. The back door bit is something new." She hooted. "Lord! I ain't had a good one up my shit chute in months."

Paul's rod drooped. I wondered if he could handle a woman's ass. Miz Liz saw us exchange looks. "I guess you boys wouldn't be tattling about any service you might perform here."

"No Ma'am," I gulped. 

Miz Liz's tiny leather bra hammocked small tits that did not appear to sag as far as I thought they might. She flipped up the leather mini to expose wiry pussy hair thick and black with flecks of gray intermingled. I was right. The woman sunbathed nude. "Let's have a party, boys, say Wednesday night. Cum one, cum all, I always say."

I wasn't sure I should but I reached out and ran my fingers over one of those classically large ass cheeks.

She purred at my touch. "You like big asses, boy?"

"Yes ma'am."

"You know my name?"

" Miz Liz Astin. Yes ma'am."

"Come visit me, boy. I got a burning clit and a twitchy twat from viewing your cornholing. I could stand a good ass reaming."

"I'm all pooped out," I confessed. "But I could lick your pussy,"

"Hell. My dog's got a tongue longer than yours and he don't tire out." She shrugged. "But what the hell."

Paul and I washed ourselves. Miz Liz lay back on our blanket and spread her legs, displaying a thick lipped, mature pussy. Paul later said it was ugly. We played with her tits and fingered her old pussy, I gave her a couple of good comes by licking her clit She said I did good muff-diving for a youngster. Paul's gagged when he tongued her lower lips.

***

Next evening, I visited Miz Liz Astin. Mom had gone to her Wednesday night card club. I figured that when she came home she would be wrung out and her ass would be tingling. She would probably fall to sleep from exhaustion.

Miz Liz answered the door wearing a very short robe, revealing her surprisingly shapely legs, tanned to perfection. The robe, cinched at the narrow waist with a wide sash, accented her full hips. Her silver flecked hair was coiffed to perfection. Her tanned face bore carefully concealed age lines under the heavy make-up and crows feet at the corners of her eyes were difficult to see in the soft light.

She closed the door behind me and led the way down the hall toward the back of the house. "Where's your friend?"

"He couldn't make it."

"Didn't think he would." Miz Liz led me into a room different from any I had ever seen. The floor was soft as though there were rubber mattresses under the soft carpeting. The thick, soft carpet was covered with large clusters of big velvet covered cushions. The furniture, what there was, hugged the floor. A large television dominated one end of the room.

Miz Liz sank into a pile of pillows and urged to join her. She let the robe slip from her shoulders. Her breasts, firm and small, were deeply tanned. The salt and pepper triangle of thick pussy hair covered her crack and hid the lips beneath. She reached for my belt. "Here, let me undress you."

She made a small production of lowering my shorts. My cock popped up to greet her. She gave it a wet kiss and tried to force the tip of her tongue into the tiny piss slit. I shuddered with pleasure.

She looked up. "Do you like wine?"

"Love it."

She reached beyond the pillows and brought out an ice bucket and a bottle and two wine glasses. Before pouring she fit the cold, hollowed bottom of the bottle over the head of my cock and pressed down. "That should cool you for a few minutes."

"God Damn! That cold. I think you made it harder."

"That won't make me mad. Nothing perks up an old woman like a young man's boner."

She passed one of the filled glasses. "Take your time. What's worth having is worth savoring." She sipped from the stemmed, crystal glass. "Anticipation is half the fuck. My bunghole is tingling with suspense." She smiled, a particularly dirty smile,. "Do you like nasty talk while you're cornholing."

I nodded. "Any talk about fucking turns me on."

"Her mouth twisted into another warped smile. "How does it feel being naked with a woman so much older?" She looked down at my quivering hard-on. "I see that you aren't turned off like your friend."

"He doesn't love older women the way I do."

"What's being here like this do for you?"

"It's like getting ready to screw my nice looking grandmother." 

"Would you like that?"

"I never though about that. I don't remember ever seeing one of them. I would love it if she was put together like you."

"Which grandmother is that." 

"My Dad's mother. Mom says she moved away a long time ago"

"So you don't know if you'd enjoy having her naked or not."

"I would if she looked like you."

"Your other grandmother, have you ever seen her naked?"

"Mom's mother? She lifted her dress in the woods. I watched her pee. She didn't know I was that close. She squatted and had a wrinkled, white rump I don't think ever saw the sun."

"And you don't think you'd want to bury your hard-on between her skinny thighs?"

Suddenly, Miz Liz rolled over to present her round, plump ass. "You ever play the bongos?"

I nodded. She wriggled her ass. "Play a tune on these." She clenched her cheeks and then relaxed them making her buns move invitingly.

I relaxed my wrists and made a pat-pat-pat on her left cheek."

"Get some rhythm into it. Get hot," she urged.

I slapped out some fast licks to the left cheek then repeated them on the right one. I could have sworn they gave off different sounds. When she tensed her muscles, the tone changed. When I slowed, she urged me on. Soon the color, even under a deep tan became a nice shade of pink.

With a moan of pleasure, Miz Liz rolled to her knees. With her ass high in the air, she rested her cheek in a pillow. "It's time to sock it to me, Jay. Slam that boner right up the old kazoo. Don't worry about hurting me, I put some oil in there before you came. Slide it in, all the way, real quick."

I parted those luscious, old cheeks and I swear that little brown star winked at me. When I probed, my fingers slid right in. I entered in one smooth stroke and tickled her bottom cheeks with my short hairs.

"Now," instructed Miz Liz, "fuck my ass off."

"What's it like?"

"Like the biggest god damned turd I ever dropped is being shoved back in so I can shit it out again. Ram it to me, boy. Give it the old in and out. Fuck my ass!"

"I think you like this a lot."

"You've got what this old woman craves."

"You're not old."

"Old enough to have been fucked by your daddy when he was a youngster."

"No Shit!."

"I drained a lot of the juice out of him," she confessed. I pounded into her. "Did he screw your ass."

"I was more into cunt fucking back then. And he was too uptight to put it anywhere else." She wriggled her ass and pushed back to meet each stroke I slammed home. "Damn you're good," she breathed.

"That's what Mom says."

"That you're good?"

"No, that he was too uptight to do much for her."

"She doesn't think that you're good?"

"I'm no motherfucker." I rammed it to her especially hard, with a twist of my hips for emphasis. 

"Some mama's like fucking their own. They like keeping a boy's cock in the family.. I always did."

"I always heard it was frowned upon in the better families, diddling your mother."

Miz Liz wriggled her ass while I kept plugging her hard. She gasped, "It not mentioned in polite society but when you've got your dick up an lady's bunghole, and fixing to make her come I guess you might be forgiven for pronging your grandma."

We talked and screwed and fought for breath. I fingered her crotch and worked a clit that stood out as stiff as my little finger and was ten thousand times more sensitive.

"My God!" breathed Miz Liz, "I haven't taken this much cock up me in ages. I feel l could shit buckets, the way you're stretching me. Your mama teach you to fuck ass?"

"I told you, I've never touched my mother." I started pumping come up that old lady's tight ass like a roman candle going off.. And she was milking me, squeezing and relaxing while I was throbbing out more stuff than I ever thought I had. 

Miz Liz fell forward and moaned into the pillow she had stuffed into her mouth. I went down with her, still connected. We lay there, me breathing hard, fighting for breath and not being able to say anything.

I think I went to sleep. I vaguely remember Miz Liz wriggling out from under me. The cool cloth she used to wash me off felt awfully good. My cock was still swollen but had softened some and was laying on my leg. She gave it a quick kiss and moved away.

Miz Liz returned with a new chilled bottle and two fresh, chilled glasses. The red liquid was a balm to dry pipes. She lit cigarettes for both of us. She ruffled my hair and leaned across me to put the bottle back in the cooler. The firm nipple from her small breast grazed my cheek. I turned enough to capture it between my lips.

"God!" said Miz Liz, "Haven't you had enough? Or are just wanting to suck this lady's titty?"

I took her nipple between my teeth and shook my head.

"I never get my fill of cock," said the older woman but I think we should rest for a bit." She looked down on me. "We've got all night, unless your mama is expecting you home for some extra servicing."

"What makes you think I'd ever fuck my mother?"

"For one thing, your daddy's gone and she not getting it anywhere else. For another, it runs in the family, I know she hasn't had a good spanking from her card club in the last month. I figure she's got to be needing a cock from somewhere."

"You know about the card club spankings?"

"Hell Honey, I'm a charter member. I have a liking for getting my buns heated. I also get a charge from doing a little warming in return. Who told you about it?"

"A friend who's friend's mother was a member."

Your mama has always been into some kind of ass warming. She needs it to get the blood to flowing into certain places, if you get my meaning."

I nodded. "There's no use pretending I haven't wanted to do her."

"Your mama's has a tasty cunt."

"You've tasted my mother?"

"When she was going with my son, before they got married, we made a great threesome."

I rolled over and sat up. "My mother married your son? And you did things together?"

"That's right, Honey. It's your grandma's ass you just gave the fuck of the century."

"Holy shit!"

"Does that make you unhappy?"

"Fuck no. Hey Grandma. You got some great moves for an old gal."

Miz Liz smiled. "Honey you can crawl on this horny old bod whenever you got the urge." She leaned over to kiss my cock. "I'll never get enough of this hunk of gristle. You pack a hell of a lot more meat than your daddy ever did."



Family Fun Ch. 2



The next morning, I couldn't wait to see which Brenda would wake up. Would it be the old Brenda, full of remorse and self-loathing or a new, free Brenda, ready to go out and conquer the world?

She was already up! I went downstairs with trepidation.

"Well, look who's finally up! You look like somebody fucked you to your knees."

Must be the new Brenda. The old one didn't even know the words to that song.

I rushed over and gave her a great big hug.

She reached into my robe and gave my dick a great big squeeze.

"Well, good morning, Glory. How's sunshine?" (With apologies to Betty for stealing her line)

"Sunshine is fine. Just fine."

"How are you feeling?"

"Like a well-fucked woman who has been shown that there are more ways to live life than the way she was taught." She grew serious for a moment. "We didn't hurt anybody, did we?"

"No."

"There was no clap of thunder and no lightning to force us from the garden?"

"No."

"Then why the fuck have I been afraid to let myself go all these years?"

"It's the way your parents were taught, and theirs before them. There may have been a period in time when it was necessary for whatever reason, but it's hard to understand why we should pay any attention to those stupid rules now, as long as we honestly respect the other person's right to stop when they have enough."

"Ok, then, lover. What say you call in a vacation day today and we can start getting caught up a bit as soon as Kelly leaves for school."

Speaking of Kelly, she rounded the corner into the kitchen as Brenda was saying this and saw her mother still squeezing my cock. Her eyebrows arched high in the sky. "What was that about Kelly leaving for school?"

Brenda unhurriedly dropped my cock and busied herself at the stove.

As she turned away, I waved my erection at Kelly before sitting down. She chose a chair that allowed me to see that she still wasn't wearing panties and her cunt was still shaved.

"Kelly, dear. I've been thinking about your request to get a place of your own. At first I was reluctant, but I've had second thoughts. Your father has given me a new outlook on life since yesterday and I realize that you need your space to grow up without having us to supervise every move you make."

"Oh, Mom! Really?"

"Yes, really, dear. We can begin looking for a suitable apartment after you get home today and you can move as soon as it is ready."

"Wow, Mom! You've really changed!"

"For the better, I hope."

"Oh, Mom, we've always loved you, but you have seemed to be a bit uptight. Right, Dad?"

"My two girls are the love of my life. Now that you are old enough to be on your own, it's good for your mom and I to be able to have a bit more freedom, too."

"Yeah, I saw you cuddling a bit when I came in."

Brenda showed absolutely no sign that she was bothered by the fact that Kelly had seen her squeezing my prick or that Kelly had seen my prick. Either concept would have been grounds for a screaming hissy twenty-four hours ago.

Kelly was signing to me that she couldn't imagine what was going on with Brenda, but I just smiled and motioned for her to wait. She responded by pulling her pussy lips open for me while we waited for Brenda to have our breakfast ready.

After we finished eating, Brenda started her kitchen cleaning while Kelly and I went upstairs to get ready as usual.

Kelly rushed through her shower and came running into the hall completely naked, without bothering with the pretense of a towel. I was lounging against the wall, waiting for her and idly stroking my pride and joy.

Kelly immediately went down on it. All the way, head balls and hair Everything that stuck out the front of my body was hidden inside my daughter's mouth. She pulled off long enough to tell me, "Ok, Dad. Start talking if you want me to finish. Tell me absolutely everything that went on while I was gone and I'll swallow your cum again, just like yesterday."

I didn't bother telling her that I was no longer in such terrible need as yesterday. Her mouth felt too good to ask her to stop and she was a vision of perfection as she knelt before me, naked in the hallway and sucked my cock for all she was worth.

Between groans, I managed to convey the gist of what had happened about the time I conveyed the jism.

Kelly digested my cum as she digested the information I had given her. "So Mom has turned into a cum slut?"

"No, nothing that drastic, but she seems to have completely dropped her discomfort about sexual matters. You may have noticed that she allowed you to watch her getting finger-fucked last night and she didn't jump away when you caught her squeezing my cock this morning."

"Yeah, I noticed. That's why I was wondering what happened."

"Your mom is going through a total re-evaluation of her values right now, so let's be very respectful of her. You can take advantage of her new outlook to get your own place like you've been wanting and I can get my rocks off without all the hassle."

"Does that mean you won't be wanting me to do this any more?"

"No, baby. You can suck my dick any time, any where. Now come on and get ready for school. We don't know yet if your mom's newfound outlook will accept seeing you naked on your knees in front of me."

"Ok, Daddy." She gave my cock one more pat on the head and disappeared into her room to get ready just as Brenda appeared at the head of the stairs.

"Is Kelly almost ready to leave?"

"I think so."

"Good, because I'm ready to start." She pinned me to the wall and searched out my dick again as she had in the kitchen.

When Kelly emerged from her room on the way to school, it was to the sight of her mother on her knees where she had been a few minutes earlier, doing the same thing to me that she had done. Kelly stood bug-eyed for a moment, then brushed past us. "Bye, Mom. Bye, Dad. Have a nice day. It looks like you have a 'head' start!"

"Good-bye, dear. Hurry home after school. I'll have some places picked out for you to look at when you get home." That said, my bride of twenty years went back down on me and sucked for all she was worth.

I couldn't believe the totality of her conversion. This woman that I thought I knew had gone from so uptight that she wouldn't say the word "shit" if she had a mouthful (that's an old southern expression, folks), to a woman so liberated that she wasn't bothered in the least to have her daughter watch her suck her husband off. What a metamorphosis! Was it real? Could it possibly last?

"Let's go in the garage. I want to christen every room in the house today. Think you're up to it?"

"Only one way to find out, honey. Lock your legs around my back and we'll fly united."

"Oh, Wyden. You say the corniest things!," but she was laughing. I carried her from room to room, impaled on my prong, and took a few strokes in her swampy cunt in each room to properly christen them.

"Are you all right with this, hon?" I was a little concerned that she might be operating on the edge of mania and that one wrong move might be the end of her sanity.

"All right? I'm fantastic with it! All my life I've tried to live up to other people's ideas of right and wrong, while you tried your best to get me to loosen up. Now that you finally got through to me I feel like a burden has been lifted from me. I know that there are still some things I won't be comfortable with, but I'm counting on you to be my guide and perhaps force the issue a bit when I falter."

"In that case, my love, I'm going to fuck you up the ass."

"Oh no! No! No! No!. You can't. That would kill me. I've never even fantasized about that, even in my most secret heart."

"Never?"

"Well, hardly ever, but it was always with someone else. Oops. Let the cat out of the bag with that one, didn't I?"

My pulse quickened. She had fantasized about being ass-fucked by someone else?

"Who?"

"Who what?"

"You know who what. Who did you have fantasies about fucking you in the ass?"

"Uh, it was Bob.," she was almost whispering.

"Bob? Bob next door? Sue's husband? That Bob?"

"Yes." Her head was down on her chest, but she was still talking to me.

"Why Bob?"

"Well, I was talking with Sue one day and somehow the subject of anal intercourse came up and she complained to me privately that Bob had forced her to do it with him once. I was appalled, and told her so, but later, I had fantasies about him doing it to me, too."

"Oh, so Bob was the one in your fantasy because he was the only man you knew who had done it?"

"Yes."

"Then bend over, dear. You're about to find out that he isn't the only one who likes a little variety. That is of course unless you still prefer to have him be the one."

"Would you really do that for me, dear?"

"I would do anything in this world you wanted, my love."

"Would you let Bob fuck my ass while you fucked me from the front?"

"If my new wife-whore wants it like that, then she can have it like that."

"Ooooh, then let's save my ass for later. What can I do for you now?"

"Frankly, my dear, you have actually fucked me to my knees. As much as I enjoy your new lease on life, there are some things I need to take care of in the office while my poor balls recover their strength. Will you excuse me for a few hours?"

"Go on, then, Mr. Wimpy-can't-keep-it-up. Momma will just sit here and play with it until you're able to carry on. Try not to be too late, though. I may need Bob to get started early."

"You sexy bitch!," I whispered in her ear as I dressed and left for the office. "I'll be home as soon as possible. You can count on that."

When I walked into the living room after getting home from the office, I couldn't believe my eyes. My darling wife and my darling daughter were locked in a ferocious 69 on the couch.

"Oh, hi Daddy. Mom sure can eat pussy."

"Your daughter knows far too much about it to be as innocent as she is supposed to be, too. Try to fit in somewhere, dear."

I never took my eyes off my lascivious family the whole two seconds it took to get out of my clothes. My prick had immediately jumped to attention from the half-hard condition it seemed to stay in lately.

Choosing a hole took longer. I was torn between them all. Since I had never actually fucked my daughter, it seemed like a very good idea to start with her. Her mother's tongue on her clit and my balls should be the perfect setup to initiation into full-family fun.

I stood behind Kelly's gorgeous ass and allowed my beautiful wife to deep throat me to get my dick good and slick before she guided it into our daughter's tight cunt, right in front of her eyes.

Once more, I had to question whether I was awake or this was simply the best dream I ever had.

My balls slapped against my daughter's clit and my wife's tongue on every in-stroke. I knew I wouldn't last much longer under such stimulation, and I was right. Very soon, I was pouring my first love offering of the night into two very receptive holes.

"Think you can get it up for me, too, big boy?"

"I can always get it up for you, my darling, but first let me have a taste of you." I joined Kelly in trying to lick her mother's cunt dry, but the harder we licked, the wetter it got. Kelly would stick her tongue down my throat, then up her mother's cunt, then I would imitate the process. Before long, I was randy again and raring to go.

While I slammed away in my wife's newly liberated volcano of a cunt, she sucked our daughter's clit to another shuddering climax.

When we all lay in a pool of satiated lust, Brenda said, "Do try to be on time for dinner tomorrow night, dear. We're having Bob and Sue."

She emphasized the word "having."



Family Fun Ch. 3



I kept thinking that my newly found perpetual erection would wilt, but it was now the third day since my daughter first sucked my cock and my wife became my private whore. After so many years of wanting and wishing for a real sex partner, I had two very beautiful, very horny women to satisfy. I wondered how long I could keep up?

Tonight would be the first time we had our neighbors, Bob and Sue, for dinner since The Liberation. It would also be the first time we would be together with Bob since he had made the video tape of Brenda and I fucking in our backyard. It would also be the first time to be together with Bob since Brenda had admitted to having a fantasy about getting ass-fucked by him while fucking me, and the first time since I started fucking my daughter, Kelly.

It should be a memorable evening. Sue was one hot chick. Bob was a pilot and Sue had been a stewardess. According to Bob, she was the only stewardess he had ever known personally who didn't screw around. That was one thing that attracted him to her, but he had failed to realize that she just might not like sex. He and I had shared the same boat for a long time. With luck, now that Brenda had seen the light, maybe we could get Sue to go along with us.

When I got home, my two chicks were going at it again. I don't think I will ever get tired of seeing my wife and daughter eating each other out. I limbered my prick and headed for the nearest hole.

"Daddy's home!" I announced as I drove all the way home in my daughter's wet cunt.

"Hi Daddy. Don't forget to save some for tonight. Remember that Bob and Sue are coming over for dinner."

"Yes, dear. Save all you've got. Don't forget my fantasy."

As if I would ever forget!

"What fantasy, Mom?"

"I want your father to lie down on his back, with his big fat dick lodged all the way to the bottom of my hot pussy and have Bob fuck me in the ass."

"Mom! Really?"

"Yes, really."

"Won't that hurt?"

"Maybe."

"Are you really going to do it?"

"Well, that's up to Bob."

"Wish I could see that, but I have to go to the movies with Jimmy."

"Don't worry, dear. If it happens tonight, it may happen again. Have fun at the movie."

"Not as much fun as you guys will have. Jimmy will think he has a tiger by the tail when I fuck him tonight. Maybe I can suck him off in the theater while I think about what my parents are doing. Wow! Doesn't sound like the typical teenager, does it?"

I smiled at her and took a few strokes in my daughter's pussy and a few more in my wife's steamy cunt, then put my equipment away until evening. I called Bob and asked him to bring the tape when they came over.

"What's up, Wyden?"

"Just hide and watch, old buddy. Keep your powder dry and don't screw your wife before you come over. Ok?"

"That's no problem. I've just about used up my quota for the month, anyhow."

"Did you get a chance to see it?"

"No. Sue has been around all the time. I only get a chance to see stuff when she goes shopping."

When they arrived, we had the table set up on the patio, with candles all around, creating a pleasant ambiance. Bob had the tape in a pocket and passed it to me unobtrusively.

"Come on, man. Tell me. What's going on?"

"Don't worry. Just sit back and relax. However things work out, you're going to be getting more pussy than you can handle, very soon."

"NO SHIT!???"

"No shit."

Sue's eyes had flown to her husband at his outburst, with a frown of disapproval. She did not like vulgarity in any form. If we were going to win her over, it would have to be done very carefully.

Dinner was a delight. As always, Brenda's cooking was fantastic and she had outdone herself this time with Polynesian dishes that supported our outdoor luau theme . The flickering lights, soft Hawaiian music and freely flowing tropical drinks set a very relaxed mood.

I noticed Sue sneaking lots of glances toward Brenda's choice of blouse and the fact that a button or two seemed to be open. In the dim light, it even looked like she might not be wearing a bra!

Bob's eyes flicked from Brenda's tits to my eyes, with huge question marks on his face.

I smiled and offered him another drink.

When we were finished eating and were relaxing with one of Brenda's delicious desserts and cognac, Sue complimented Brenda on the dinner and turned to me. "So, Wyden. What was all that about getting us out of the house last night?"

"Oh, you know. Brenda and I needed a little bit of privacy."

"Privacy? For what?"

"For washing the car."

"Washing the car? No way. Nobody needs privacy to wash a car."

"It was the only way I could get Brenda to help me."

Brenda was smiling into her cognac at the memory of our car wash.

"Oh, come on. You're putting me on. You were up to something really devious and you're just telling me you were washing the car. Come on, you can tell me." Now she was teasing.

I had made sure Sue's drinks contained enough rum to float the Queen Mother. Maybe now was the time.

"I have proof."

"You have proof that you were washing the car? How could you have proof?"

"Doesn't it look clean?"

"Come on now, Wyden. We need more proof than that." As I continued the tease, she scooted her chair closer to me and put her hand on my arm in an effort to show me what good friends we were.

Well, I always like to respond positively any time someone else makes an effort to be friendly, so I put my hand on her thigh, just above the knee. Sue has great thighs--well tanned and slender.

She flinched a bit, but didn't immediately move away or ask me to move my hand, so I left it lightly resting where it was and diverted her attention.

"Bob made a video."

"Bob made what!???", Brenda sat up in her chair.

Sue's attention was completely on Brenda now, so I slid my hand a bit higher up her thigh.

"Are you telling me that everything we did in the back yard was taped?" Brenda was trying to deal with the knowledge. Her first response had come from the old Brenda. I was desperately hoping that the new Brenda would win out.

Sue was getting very interested at this point, and beginning to suspect that a lot more had gone on in that back yard than a car wash. Her ass was wiggling all over the chair. It even felt like she slid her thigh down to force my hand higher, but who knows?

Since Bob had not had a chance to see the tape, he was getting very interested, but still had the question marks zinging around his head.

After a period of turmoil that was visible on her face, Brenda came to a decision. "How interesting. How very interesting. Everything we did in the back yard is on tape?"

"Yes, dear. Every detail."

Her hand stole over to Bob's thigh as I watched a smile spread across her face, followed by a look of shock on Bob's.

"Ooooh! Tell me, tell me. You have to tell me what you did." Sue gave no indication that she realized that my hand was brushing against the leg of her shorts and couldn't go any higher without going under or that my wife was groping her husband.

"Well, Wyden asked me to help him wash the car", Brenda began.

"Yes, yes?", Sue urged, squirming further toward the edge of her seat, which had the effect of pushing her twat against my knuckles.

"Well, I agreed to help him, but he insisted that I wear a t-shirt and shorts."

"Go on. Don't drag it out so much. What happened next? This sounds good." Her words were very slightly slurred, so I wanted to remember to back off on the rum for the next drink. I wanted her inhibitions down, but she needed to be awake--or did she? My question would be answered soon.

"Go on and tell the whole thing."

"Wyden told me he had always wanted to see me in a wet t-shirt like the contests they have at the Mouse Trap Lounge, but I was too embarrassed."

Sue was really beginning to squirm, now. I slid a finger under the hem of her loose shorts leg and watched for negative reactions. None! Good! I began stroking the incredibly smooth skin of her upper thigh, right where it joins the body, millimeters from her pussy. This has always been the most erotic spot on a woman for me. When she made no effort to stop me, I grew bolder--openly squeezing her thigh and stroking the flesh next to her cunt.

Brenda continued, "Wyden saw that I was too embarrassed to do it, so he tore my bra off and hosed me down, right in the backyard."

"Really? Wyden did that?" Sue was breathing heavily.

I noticed that Bob's eyes were bugging out, so Brenda had probably found his sweet spot.

"So you were out in the back yard with no bra under a wet t-shirt? Hey! You said you had the tape. Let's see it!"

"Are you sure?", I asked. "We don't want to offend you and we know that you and Bob are very respectable people."

"Yesss! I'm sure. I really want to see that tape." She actually took my hand and forced it against her pussy. I guess she had been aware of it all along.

Well, you don't have to force my hand against your pussy to get my attention and absolute servitude, but it helps. In the off-chance that this might happen, I had set up a TV-VCR on a cart that could be wheeled out onto the patio. I popped the tape in and sat back to watch it.

As soon as I was seated, Sue reached for my hand and put it back directly on her pussy. Oh shit! Oh shit! My hopes flew skyward.

The scene opened with Brenda and I beginning to hose the car down. Sue's eyes locked onto Brenda's tits, swaying under her t-shirt, and I began to realize that Sue might be more turned on by girls than by guys.

When the tape showed me hosing down Brenda, revealing and erecting her nipples, Sue began rubbing my fist up and down her clit.

When I whipped Brenda's t-shirt off and slung it over the car, Sue grabbed my cock. I looked across the table and didn't see Brenda at all. In the dim light, I thought I saw the top of her head bobbing above Bob's lap. His head was thrown back and his eyes were closed, so I guess my guess was pretty good.

By the time the tape got to the point where I raised Brenda's t-shirt and began feeling her tits, Sue couldn't stand it any more and raised her own blouse. She reached behind her back and unhooked her bra. Without taking her eyes from the screen, she began kneading and tweaking her nipples in synch with the action on the screen.

Never one to let a lady do all the work, I unzipped her shorts and slid my hand down inside them until I encountered the wiry tangle of pubic hair, and continued until my fingers brushed across her clit and the object of my desire.

The movie action was escalating, now. Brenda was totally naked in our back yard, standing under the stream from the hose as if she were a Polynesian princess under a waterfall. Her nipples were proudly erect on her magnificent jugs that were thrust forward for all the world to admire.

I felt Sue's hand unzipping my shorts, too, so I made sure she had plenty room to reach what she wanted. Pretty soon, she had a fistful of the old Wide and Long. I intensified my stroking of her incredibly hot cunt.

When the last scenes showed my prick between Brenda's eyes, with a stream of cum to her open mouth, Sue passed the last barrier and dropped to her knees to get some of the same for herself.

The scene across the table was almost enough to get me off without Sue's hot mouth sucking away on my pride and joy. Brenda had straddled Bob's lap and was fucking the shit out of him. I had been so preoccupied with Sue that I hadn't noticed when they started, but they were obviously enjoying themselves. Brenda had stripped off completely and her gorgeous tits were bouncing skyward as she rose and fell on Bob's sword.

Without appearing to notice the action on the other side of the table, Sue rose from her knees and stripped off the last of her clothes to ride me in the same fashion that my wife was riding her husband. Her cunt was on fire! We must have reached a secret place in Sue's psyche that freed her from whatever had held her back all this time. I also suspected that Bob wasn't quite as wide and long as yours truly. From what he told me, there hadn't been that many opportunities to stretch her cunt with what equipment he had, She was tight! For a 40-something lady, she was a knockout!

I was glad that my girls had cautioned me to save my cum for the dinner party. It looked like I was going to need all I could come up with.

Sue began to tremble. Her body went slack, then it stiffened and began to vibrate. A deep hum began to issue from her throat as she rode up and down. Her head flew wildly from side to side.

Brenda watched her friend come out of her shell in much the same way she had done. She pulled Sue's husband's cock from her own hungry pussy and led him over to where I was fucking his wife. Very lovingly, Brenda fed Bob's cock into his wife's mouth and she began to suck and bite Sue's nipples.

Bob's cock definitely was not in the same size league as mine, but was very respectable. It quickly grew to maximum size as Sue continued her extended orgasm.

Sue's body continued to buck and swerve with a level of sensation she might have never before experienced. There was no telling how long she would go on. I shot jolt after jolt of hot streams of cum into her grasping pussy without slowing her down at all. Her cunt was so hot and so tight, my prick never wilted.

I saw Bob tense and realized that he was also cumming. His wife merely swallowed everything greedily and continued her sex dance.

Brenda stood behind her and rubbed her tits against her friend's back. She reached around Sue to further stimulate her clit, as if it needed stimulation. Sue was filled with cock and surrounded by loving flesh. She must have felt as if she had returned to the womb.

Eventually, she must have tired. The body can only keep up such a level of energy expenditure so long, then it must rest. The frequency of her spasms slowly declined until they seemed to be stopped, but once every minute or so, a shudder racked her whole body. Our support group stayed in place with her the entire time she was coming down.

When a light snore escaped her lips, I rose with her still impaled on my prick and took her into the family room. We put her on the couch and Brenda covered her with a blanket after imprinting kisses on her lips and her pussy. I guess there had been too much rum in her drinks, after all.

"My turn, my turn! Are you guys up to it?" Brenda was dancing with joy and expectation.

"Up to what?", Bob asked.

"Brenda has had this fantasy about you, Bob."

"A fantasy? About me?" His prick began to rise again. Maybe he would be able. I knew I would. After the last couple of days, I had become accustomed to almost continuous fucking.

"What kind of fantasy?"

"I had this fantasy about you fucking me in the ass, Bob." Brenda grasped his prick and looked him straight in the eyes.

"Rrreeally?"

"Yes, Bob. I wanted to know what it felt like to have you stick your prick up my ass and fuck me hard."

"No shit?"

"Well, I can't promise you won't get shit on it, but, yes, this has been my fantasy."

"Wow!" He looked stunned. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"I didn't admit it to myself until Wyden turned me into a slut."

"You're no slut, Brenda. Believe me. After twenty years of flying, I have known some sluts. Even with my dick in your ass, you won't be a slut."

"Really? Oh, Bob, you say the nicest things."

"You are ok with this, Wyden?"

"You just watched and helped me fuck your wife. Why should I deny my wife the pleasure of fulfilling a fantasy?"

"How do you want to do it?"

"Wyden will lie back and I will sit on his prick, then you can do me. Try to go slow. This is my first time. I know it isn't your first. Sue told me."

"She did? I'm amazed. She would never let me do it again, though."

"Maybe you didn't go slow enough. Rub a little of my pussy juice on my asshole to grease it before you start."

I felt Bob's hand probing my wife's pussy, looking for juice. The touch of a man's hand on my dick was strangely exciting.

"Wow, Bob. You must have really excited Wyden. As soon as your fingers touched my twat, his prick got longer and wider. Try tickling his balls and see what that does to him."

This was a sensation that I had always dreamed of--having my balls tickled while fucking. My fantasy had always had a girl's hand attached to the fingers, but it occurred to me that fingers is fingers. I reacted as expected.

"Wow, again! I was right! Every time you tickle him, his prick jumps in my pussy. After you get your prick in my ass, tickle him some more."

It turned me on immensely and surprised me no end to hear my prim wife speaking so frankly about sexual matters. I didn't even realize that she knew such words and phrases. She must have kept an awful lot bottled up inside herself.

Bob completed his grease job and eased his somewhat smaller prick into my wife's asshole.

"Wait there, just a second, Bob. Please." Brenda's voice was a bit strained.

After a short delay while I pounded her from below, Brenda began pushing back onto Bob's prick.

"Is it as good as you imagined it, honey?"

"It's wonderful, dear! Look! You can see us fucking in the mirror over there."

"Oh? That mirror over there that you must have placed there this afternoon? I don't remember seeing it there before."

"Busted. Do you mind?"

"Hell no, I don't mind. In fact, if you will raise up enough to let me slide out, I'll set up the video camera and we can add your fantasy to our collection of home porn."

"Hurry back, lover. Fuck harder, Bob. We're alone. I'm all yours."

Bob was fucking her ass furiously as I dashed from the room to get the equipment.

On my return, he was still pumping away. I filmed them from every conceivable angle, including all the ones I remembered from porn movies and all the ones I always wanted to see and they would never show. I took long shots, close-ups, extreme close-ups where a single hair of my wife's gaping, dripping pussy nearly filled the screen. I put it in macro mode and actually inserted the lens into her pussy, getting pussy juice all over it. That would be a good one to explain to the camera repairman. "Uh, yeah, you see, the zoom doesn't work any more because I stuck the lens up my wife's cunt."

When I couldn't wait any longer to get back into the action, I filmed Sue, still asleep on the couch. Her legs were spread wide open and my cum still leaked from her gaping cunt onto the couch cushions. "Well, yeah, uh, you see, this stain is from my cum leaking out of my neighbor's wife. Can you get it out?"

After setting the camera up on a tripod where it could get as much of the action as possible, I returned to the game.

We were furiously fucking Brenda, front and rear when Kelly came home.

"Why, Uncle Bob. Are you fucking my mother in the ass?"

Bob gave a yelp and jumped to his feet, looking wildly around for something to hide his erect dick and searching his mind for a reasonable explanation. He looked like he was terrified.

"She told me how much she always wanted you to fuck her ass. I'm glad she got her fantasy fulfilled."

"You, you are?" Bob was still in prevent mode. His mind had not yet accepted the fact that it was all right to be naked in our family room, with a hard on, in front of our baby daughter. He had watched her grow from a baby and probably still thought of her as a child, even though she was in college.

"Here, I'll help you put it back in. Mom looks empty without it." Kelly took Bob by the dick and led him back to her mother's upthrust ass.

I stopped pounding Brenda long enough to allow my daughter to re-insert our neighbor's dick into her mother's ass.

"There now. Isn't that better?" Kelly patted Bob on the ass and tickled his balls a bit. It must have had the same effect on him that it did on me. I swear I could feel his prick swell even more through the thin membrane that separated our cocks.




Family Fun Ch. 3



"You don't mind if I get naked, do you, Uncle Bob?" Kelly had always called him Uncle Bob. He used to bounce her on his knee and tickle her unmercifully when she was younger.

Bob's eyes bugged out more, but he failed to make any other response as Kelly swooped her sweater over her head to reveal a perfect pair of full tits with no bra, then slowly slid her schoolgirl plaid skirt down past her trim snatch. If his prick grew any bigger, I was going to have to pull out and wait my turn.

This possibility grew even more real when Kelly asked, "Do you mind licking my pussy while you fuck Mommy?"

Bob dove on her like a thirsty man into a pool of water. Kelly leaned back and spread her legs far apart. I was looking straight up into her cunt, watching Bob's greedy tongue lap at her fresh juices. If I knew my girl, he was most likely lapping Jimmy's cum along with hers.

Seeing fresh possibilities for our video, I pulled out from under my wife again and motioned for Kelly to replace me. This put her mouth directly under Bob's hanging balls as he assfucked her mother.

As Kelly licked her mother's twat and our neighbor's balls, I caught all the action on tape.

Sue was still asleep with a smile on her face. I had another idea. "Kelly, there's a pussy you haven't tasted."

"Hey! What about me? I haven't tasted Sue's pussy, either."

"Go ahead, dear. You and Kelly can both lick her. Bob can keep fucking you if he likes, but he may want to get a taste of Kelly's cunt before he finishes."

"Hey! I like that! Kelly's Cunt! I could set up a web site. www.kellyscunt.com. Think anybody would pay to see my pussy?"

"I know I would, honey. Let me know when you're on line. I'll be your first subscriber."

"Thanks, Uncle Bob. You're very sweet. Want to fuck me for a minute before you finish off Mom?"

"Hell yes, kid! Front or back?"

"Do the front this time, please." She might have been instructing a hairdresser.

Sue moaned as two sets of female tongues began to pleasure her. I caught it all on tape. Sue, with her legs spread as wide as possible while her best friend and her friend's daughter ate her out--in her sleep.

When Sue roused, she awoke from a tremendous dream where she was being licked to death by a pack of wolves. She had run as fast as she could for as long as she could, but the wolves caught her and forced her down and tore her dress off with their sharp teeth and one was licking her pussy and one was licking her asshole and another was trying to force his huge prick between her lips and....

Her eyes flew open, but it took long moments for her to realize that she was awake and not still dreaming. It was hard for her to see or to breathe. Considering that my dick was in her mouth and my balls were covering her eyes, it's no wonder. The camera on the tripod continued it's whirring business.

It isn't clear at this point whether Sue became fully awake and was aware of what was going on or whether she drifted back into her dream. Was it my prick she greedily slurped or had she submitted to the dominant wolf? Were the tongues in her pussy and asshole the tongues of her friend and friend's daughter, or were they the long, red things that lolled out between those sharp, sharp teeth at the zoo and made you wonder what it would feel like to have them buried in the depths of your body?

Bob was still hammering away. He alternated between my wife's ass and my daughter's pussy. He seemed to like it. He had gotten his rocks off so many times tonight, all he was capable of doing was to maintain his erection, but that's all they really wanted for the moment.

We pleasured Sue for what seemed like forever. Nobody was keeping track of the time, but I couldn't remember when we had started. Time ceased to flow and hung, expectantly, while we luxuriated in extreme sensuality.

I couldn't help wondering if Sue was going to have a complete conversion as Brenda seemed to have done, or if she would be as uptight the next day and ashamed of her transgression under the influence.

"Daddy, let me sit on Aunt Sue's face. You can take our picture."

In Sue's dream, she was being forced to lick the pussy of the First Bitch. When she demurred, all the wolves growled, menacingly. At first, she was reluctant to do so, but other wolves were licking her pussy, so why not? She had always had a secret desire to eat cunt. When she was in college, she knew that a lot of girls did it, but she could never bring herself to go that far. The thought had excited her, however.

"Honey, I'll bet Sue would like your big fat prick in her ass."

"Oh, Brenda, I'm not so sure. I fucked her ass one time, against her wishes and she has never forgiven me. She said it hurt her more than anything she has ever experienced."

"If you were forcing her, it probably did. I don't look like I'm hurting, do I?" She ground her ass back onto his prick.

"No, you sure don't. I've never been able to cut loose and really wham away like you're letting me do. I hope this is what you wanted, Brenda."

"Exactly what I wanted, Bob. Keep fucking me. Let's see if Wyden can get his prick in your wife's ass without killing her."

Although Sue was still in her somnambulistic state, we managed to roll her over and get her ass in the air, jutting out over the edge of the couch. Kelly helped things along by licking all the way up from Sue's clit to her asshole, and giving her a rim job.

Sue ground her ass back in the air, expectantly, so I stepped up to the plate and slowly forced her asshole open. After a few seconds to give her asshole time to realize it needed to open, I backed away and buried my prick in her wet cunt, for more lubrication.

The next time I presented my dick head at her asshole, she pushed back slightly, inviting me to come in. Taking great care to not shock her out of her dreamlike state, I slowly pressed forward until I was completely buried in her ass. Damn! She was tight! Her colon gripped me like a gloved hand and throbbed with pulsating blood pressure.

In Sue's dream, her worst nightmare was being repeated. After she had sucked all the wolves' pricks and after she had licked all the bitches' cunts, she was made to roll over on her hands and knees. In her dream, the Prime Wolf rose up on his hind legs and impaled her on his mighty weapon. At this point in her dream, she passed out from the pain and woke up the next morning with her hand between her thighs all sticky.

This time, the dream didn't end that way. She was rolled over and knew that she had to get fucked or be eaten, so she tried to go along with them. She could hear their expectant growls in the background as the prime wolf prepared to fuck her ass.

To her surprise, this time he didn't simply ram his blazing rod all the way in her the first time. It even felt like he was treating her tenderly, although it was bigger than she remembered. Was this a new prime wolf? Had the old one died or been defeated? Whatever, she was grateful for anything that lessened the incredible pain. Maybe she wouldn't pass out this time.

Now, this wolf had stopped trying to fuck her ass. She was almost disappointed. After all those other times of being raped, she at least remembered that it wasn't without some exciting moments, although she could never tolerate the idea when awake.

Her father had done that to her. He had fucked her ass unmercifully from the time he first thought of it. Every time it hurt so bad she would pass out. Every time she thought to herself, if he would only take some time to slow down and be gentle with her. Maybe she would like it, but noooo. He had to ram his filthy prick up her sore asshole over and over and over until she began dreaming about the wolves. Until she was old enough to get away from him for good, she simply retreated into her dream whenever her father raped her.

It was so nice to find and marry someone as great as Bob. They had spent twenty wonderful years together, marred only by that terrible incident when he had forced her to let him fuck her ass. She had really tried, thinking it might be different with someone she loved and who loved her, too. However, as much as she tried to relax and as gentle as Bob could be, it was still too terrible to remember. The worst of it was that she couldn't bring herself to tell Bob the reason. She could see the hurt in his eyes when she refused, but it was beyond her ability.

She was intrigued by this new prime wolf. Would he be able to release her from her nightmare? She already felt her body responding in the way that she had hoped she could respond to her husband. When the wolf's prick backed away from her sphincter, she felt a loss, but when it immediately rammed into her pussy, a loud moan escaped her lips. Her ass ground back onto the impaling root. More! She needed more!

Then the answer to her dreams came true. She was able to keep her ass thrust back, welcoming the new prime wolf to take her asshole. He must love her, she thought. He is taking time to let me enjoy the feeling. She began to rock a little to cause a mini-fucking action, aiding the big rod to slip all the way home.

After a long, long time, she felt the wolf's pubic hair against her ass. She had done it! She had actually taken the wolf's entire prick up her ass without pain and actually enjoyed the feeling! What a wonderful sensation of accomplishment! She started a rocking motion to fuck herself on his wonderful, warm cock.

Sue awoke completely to the sound of applause. She found herself the center of attention in the family room of her next door neighbor's house. It took her a moment to adjust and even longer to accept that she was actually seeing what her eyes were telling her. There was a neatly trimmed pussy right in front of her face that she must have been licking. Her nose seemed to fit right into it in a comfortable way and the pubic hairs were saturated with what was probably her saliva, mingled with the natural juices of this young cunt. Who could be the owner of such a pussy? Why was she licking it? Whose cock was in her ass?

Looking over her shoulder, she saw her friend Brenda, naked, bending over in front of Bob, who was also naked and appeared to be fucking their neighbor. Was she still dreaming? Had only the scene changed in her dream? She had at times fantasized a bit about what it would be like to know what was behind the bulge in Wyden's shorts, and she acknowledged deep inside herself that she thought Brenda was pretty hot, too.

"I think she's awake, now, Daddy"

Daddy! Did someone say, "Daddy?" Visions of her own father fucking her ass came roaring back and she screamed. A long, blood-curdling scream that came from the very depths of her being to reverberate off the paneling of the family room. Every painful memory of her past came flooding in at once to permeate her being. The prick in her ass that had felt so wonderful seconds ago was now the most incredibly torturous device ever used to inflict pain on another human being. 

She screamed and screamed until we all thought she had lost her mind.

Of course, at her first scream, I had pulled my prick from her asshole, with an audible plop. (Just trying to work in all the cliche's). I sat on the couch beside her and pulled her into my lap to soothe her. Everybody gathered around to stroke her and reassure her that she was ok.

I rocked her like a baby and crooned in her ear. "Shhhh. It's ok. It's ok. You're fine. Nobody is going to hurt you. We are your friends.", and more along this line.

Her screams faded to whimpers and her thumb found it's way into her mouth. "Don't fuck me any more, Daddy. Please. Please don't fuck me, Daddy. You are so big and I'm so little. Please don't fuck me any more. It hurts so much and makes me sore inside. I can't go to the bathroom any more without blood coming out."

"Why that dirty son-of-a-bitch. I'll kill the mother-fucker. So that's why Sue has always been so uptight. That dirty son-of-a-bitch!"

"Hush, Bob. We can plan our revenge later. Right now, your wife needs your love and affection more than your rage. You sit on one side of her and I'll sit on the other. Wyden, you keep rocking her. Sue, can you hear me? It's Brenda."

"Brenda? Where's Daddy?"

"Daddy's not here, Sue. There's no one here who doesn't love you. I am here with Wyden and Bob is next to you. We all love you very much. Remember the love we gave you in the garden tonight?"

"Tonight? Oh, now I'm starting to remember a little. Did that really happen? Did I fuck your husband right in front of you? Did we see you and him fucking in your back yard?"

"Yes, it really happened, and I fucked Bob, too. We had a very good time. We all fucked you together until you went to sleep. We've been fucking each other in all sorts of arrangements while you were dreaming. Bob has fucked Kelly. Kelly has eaten your pussy and so have I. You seemed to like eating Kelly's pussy and having Wyden's cock in your ass until you woke up."

"Oh it was so horrible, so horrible." Sue buried her face in her hands and wept.

"I'm so sorry, Sue", I apologized. "I had no idea you would be affected that way. I went real slow and thought you were into it. What happened?"

"When I woke up, I couldn't see who it was and I thought it was my father raping me again and I couldn't deal with it."

"Your father used to rape you?"

"Yes, from the time I turned eighteen. He came home drunk one night and told me that now that I was legal he was going to start getting him some of it. I told him it was wrong, but he didn't listen. Mom came in and saw him and tried to pull him off of me, but he threw her across the room and told her he would beat the shit out of her if she didn't get the fuck away from him."

"Wasn't he afraid of getting you pregnant?"

"That's why I have been so terrified of getting fucked in the ass. Mom told him that she was afraid he would knock me up, so he said no problem, I'll just fuck her ass. Sometimes I think it would have been better to get pregnant from my own father than to have gone through the awful pain he put me through. He never took his time to let me get ready. He would come home drunk, like always, bend me over the nearest chair and ram his prick up my ass in one stroke, with no lubrication at all."

"Didn't your mother help you at all?"

"She tried to. She would try to lubricate my asshole before he got home and she found a dildo that she used to try to loosen me up for him, but my muscles just automatically froze when he stuck his stinky dick in me."

"That's awful."

"Yes, it was. Mom tried everything she could think of to help. She would even lie under me and lick my pussy to get me sexed up so I could let Daddy fuck me with pleasure instead of pain, but it still hurt. We found that we liked pleasuring each other this way, so we did it a lot until I was able to go away to college and get away from him."

"What a terrible experience."

Sue sniffled, "Yeah, it was awful. In fact, I couldn't really remember the details until I woke up with Wyden's cock in my ass. I sort of vaguely remembered thinking it would be nice to lick a pussy, but didn't remember what Mom and I did until just now."

We all assured her that we were sorry if we had contributed to her pain, but Sue thanked us for bringing it all to the surface so she could deal with it.

"Bob, will it be ok with you if I try to let Wyden finish fucking me in the ass? I know how much you've wanted to do me and I just couldn't let you and couldn't explain why. Do you forgive me?"

"Honey, you can fuck the skin off his dick if you like. You can watch me fucking Brenda's ass while you get yours. Are you all right with that?"

Sue smiled through the tears that had not yet completely dried on her face and crawled into my lap. Her luscious jugs brushed against my nose and I couldn't resist taking her nipples in my mouth, in turn, and allowing her to suckle me.

"That's right, honey. Suck mama's titties while she rides your prick." She raised up and let her sphincter encircle my prong until she was able to relax and slowly rode that elevator all the way to the basement.

"Ahhhhhh!"

There was more pleasure in that one sound than in any book I ever read. Sue sat triumphantly on my prick, impaled to the short hairs. Her clitoris poked proudly from her unused cunt lips.

"Raise your knees up, Daddy, so Aunt Sue can lean back against them. That way, I'll be able to lick her pussy."

"Aunt Sue? I thought I remembered hearing you in the room, dear. Are you into this orgy, too?"

"Sure am, Aunt Sue.", Kelly grinned from her snatch.

"You do know I'm not your aunt?"

"Sure I know it, Aunt sue, but it feels more sexy if I call you Aunt Sue while I'm licking your clit and call him Uncle Bob while he's fucking me. Do you mind?"

"Shut up and lick, kid. You're about to get me off like Mama used to do. Ooooh, that feels so good. Fuck me Wyden, while your daughter sucks my cunt. Fuck my ass as hard as you can. I want to know what it should have felt like if my father hadn't been such an animal."

"I'm going to kill that dirty son-of-a-bitch."

"Now, Bob. They have laws against that sort of thing", Brenda reminded him. "I have a better idea. Let's all go to see him. You two guys can pin him down and all the women will fuck him up the ass with a very large, very dry dildo. What do you think?"

We all applauded her idea and got back to fucking. By this time, it had been at least two hours since Bob started fucking Brenda's ass. They should be finishing soon, or at least running out of steam.

"Daddy, if you will move to the floor, Mom can straddle your face while you fuck Aunt Sue. With your tongue on her clit, she'll be able to get off and we can all go to bed. I'm tired, aren't you?"

My little mistress of ceremonies had a great idea. We got set up in the position she suggested. Sue was still fucking herself on my prick, with Kelly's talented tongue about to get her off. My tongue on Brenda's clit was just what she needed.

"That's just what I needed, dear. Lick it good. Don't pay any attention to Bob's balls dangling in your face." The idea must have been titillating to her.

I grabbed her clit between my lips and sucked hard as I raked my fingernails across Bob's balls and stuck a finger up his ass.

They both immediately went wild! The prolonged love play had built up in both of them until it spilled over with this small bit of extra stimulation. Kelly's tongue on Sue's box and my dick in her ass combined with her husband's release to trigger her own.

"Give me you hand, Daddy. Quickly!"

Kelly jammed my fingers into her twat and fucked herself on them to get in on the action. When she screamed, "I'm cumming!" it triggered my own and I joined in on the five-way simultaneous explosion that left us all completely satiated. We collapsed in a jumble of tired, naked bodies and slept where we were.



Family Fun Ch. 4



Aunt Polly and Ruth Eleanor had gone to Florida for the winter. I had been over to Miz Liz's a couple of times a week and things were great between us. She liked my cock and I tried every hole she had. She never complained about which one I chose.


Alma came home from college once but there were only a few stolen moments in the barn for us to get together. Alma said she hoped that next time we could get into some serious fucking. 

She told me she heard Dad had taken up with some young floosey up state and he had found a job up there. 

Thursday afternoon I went to town and intended to stay that evening and go to a show but I got my dates mixed up and the movie I wanted to see wasn't there anymore. I came home in the middle of the afternoon. Nobody was around. I went into the house expecting to find Mom in the kitchen. She nowhere downstairs. I assumed she had gone across the road to visit the neighbors. I heard the snap, like a slap on bare flesh. Then I heard it again, coming from upstairs. I slipped off my shoes and crept up the stairs as quietly as I could. There were more cracks or slaps and now, each was punctuated with with a moan. Someone was getting a thrashing. I wondered if Dad had come back and was punishing Mom or if, as Alma suspected, Mom had a lover who sometimes whipped her butt for pleasure.

The door to Mom's room was ajar. I peeked through the opening. My mother stood naked, legs spread wide, before her full length mirror, strapping her bare butt and thighs with a wide leather belt. Her buns were bright red and in places the belt had left welts.

I stood, fascinated. I could not believe my mother would abuse herself that way. It seemed such a strange way to achieve satisfaction. She flicked the strap behind her. The belt smacked her buttocks and crept between her legs. The tip flattened her pussy hairs. She winced in an almost pleasurable way.

I flinched at each contact with naked flesh. Sweat streamed down her face and between her small breasts and erect nipples. I got an incredible hard-on watching. I had an unconscionable urge to rip off my clothes and tell her she did not have to do that. I wanted to tell her not hurt herself. I wanted to tell her I would be willing to screw some happiness into her. I wanted to tell her she had a beautiful ass and she shouldn't mark it up like that. 

I unzipped my fly and released my throbbing cock. My hand moved slowly along the hard flesh.

When I called out, "Mother?" I did not know I had spoken. But I wanted her to stop hurting herself.

She looked up to see my reflection in the mirror. Something akin to terror crossed her face. I rushed to take her in my arms. "It's all right Mom. I'm not going to tell anybody."

"Oh Jay. I'm so ashamed."

"I don't want you hurting yourself."

She buried her head in my shoulder. "You know I can't explain any of this to you."

My hands fell to caress that beautifully striped rump fully reflected in the big mirror. I wanted to rub away every welt and hurt. My mother, I think forgetting she was naked, pressed closer. My erection pressed into her belly. The more I stroked to ease her pain the more I wanted her. My hands parted those soft buns and searched between them until I was touching the crisp hairs at the base of her pussy from the back. I don't think she realized what I was doing. Maybe I was not totally aware of it.

Suddenly, she pushed me away. "Jay! We can't!"

"Mom. I want to make you come."

"You can't!"

"You're a beautiful woman and you shouldn't have to hurt yourself."

My mother looked at the floor and the scant space between us. Now totally aware of her nakedness, she tried to pull away. She stared at my exposed cock for the first time. "I deserve to be punished."

I held her shoulders and looked into her tear-filled eyes. "It's all right if you like getting spanked after a card game but not this."

"How do you know about that?" She broke down. "Last night, no one made it happen." She looked up at me. "I admit it. I need to come. I'm a middle-aged woman. I should be past these unnatural cravings. I can't help myself. I need it more and more and it's getting harder to reach." She grabbed me with both hands and looked into my eyes. "I'm your mother. I'm confessing, with no shame in me, I haven't climaxed in a month." She broke into tears. "What am I to do? What am I going to do?"

I took her arms from around my neck and led her to her bed. I picked her up and laid her in the center of it and arranged her parted legs. Moist pussy lips glistened through the thick hair. She was a more mature Alma, with a few extra pounds distributed nicely. I kissed her lightly on those wiry hairs.

"What are you going to do?"

I slipped off my shirt and pulled off my socks. I unbuckled my belt. "I'm going to make you happy, Mom."

"You shouldn't see your mother like this"

My pants fell to the floor. I kicked them aside and climbed on the bed. "I'm going to make you come."

My mother smiled and reached out her arms.

***

Mom fucked like a pro. I mean I never did it with a pro but that was the way I imagined a pro would fuck. All out and non stop until the man is drained. All the time her hips writhed under me she muttered, "So good. We shouldn't be doing this. So good. We mustn't do this."

I tried to hold back and let her get all the jollies she could. I know she came twice then she fell back and breathed softly. "Please. Let me rest a bit."

"Are you all right?"

"I'm fine."

"No more guilt?"

"I'm filled with it but I can't send you away. Not yet."

I smiled. Something had irrevocably changed between us. We would never return to being mother and son. I turned on my side and toyed with her pussy hairs. "You fuck good, for a Mom."

"I'm so ashamed that my son should see me like this."

I pulled her close to me. "Mom. Everybody needs it. All that's different is that It's me that made you feel good."

She wiped at a tear. "There's hollow place inside me, an aching that needs filling. I've got to have it or I'll go stark, raving crazy."

"We'll change that, from now on."

She took my hands in hers and squeezed. Her eyes had a tortured look. "Your poor mother had a fire between her legs and she couldn't get it out."

I moved her hand to between my legs and wrapped her fingers around my stiff cock. "Maybe this can help."

Her fingers worked up and down my staff. "So firm and long on someone so young." She shivered. "You're still a boy."

"I'm nearly twenty and hardly a virgin, Mom."

"There have been others?"

"Several."

She nodded. "Someone taught you well."

I shrugged. "There's lots we can do." My hands caressed her ass cheeks, moving them, feeling them mold within my fingers and spring back into shape. "You've got too nice a bottom to mess it up with a belt."

"Who told you about our card club?"

"You needn't worry. The club's secret is safe."

"It's like a drug," she confessed. "Their little spankings felt so good. It all started a long time ago. A lady I met at a church convention confessed over a few drinks that she liked getting her bottom spanked. She said her husband often did that before they made love. It sounded strange but listening to her made me feel funny. She suggested we go to her bedroom and have what she called an old fashioned bun warming. I told her I was not a lesbian and I did not have sex with other women. She said that all she proposed was indulging in a little give and take."

We went up stairs and removed our skirts and panties but kept our tops on. She volunteered to go first. I sat on her bed. She draped her bottom across my lap. She really did have a nice backside, a bit larger than mine, fuller, more bouncy. 

She said, "Don't be afraid of hurting me. I love the sting of a good hand."

My first slaps were rather weak, but I loved watching those plump, cheeks jiggle and settle back into place. I liked the feel of my hand on all that warm flesh. I liked the sounds my hand made. Lorene urged me to smack harder. I did. When she started gasping I stopped but she begged me to lay it on harder.

When my hand made an upward sweep on the lower part of those bouncing cheeks, my fingers touched her sex place and it was wet. As she wriggled around on my lap, her juices smeared my thigh. It excited me. I liked doing that for her. She spread her legs and my hand accidentally caught her her right on the mushy lips of her private parts. I told her I was sorry. She said, "Do it there some more. Right there." I did. She started moving and I gave her a rain of finger slaps on that hairy mound, not hard, but as fast as I could and I imagined her doing that to me.

"The next thing I knew, she was screaming and having a climax far more intense than any I ever had.

Mom looked up. "I shouldn't be telling you this."

I smiled. "It's past time for keeping little secrets."

She shook her head. "I have no shame left."

"After she came, it was your turn?"

"She got off my lap. Her eyes were bright with tears. But she was smiling. She kissed me. She said it was the nicest. . ." Mom paused. 

"Nicest come she ever had?"

"That's what she told me."

"Tell me."

Mom looked away, "She said it was the nicest come she had ever had and she hoped she could give me as good. Lorene turned around and showed me her red bottom again and said she wanted to make mine look as nice. I don't know if it was because we were nearly naked, if it was because I had spanked her so thoroughly or if I was looking forward to laying across her lap and exposing my naked bottom cheeks to her eyes and her hand but I was sopping wet down there.

"Lorene guided me into position and rubbed her hands over my butt. I wondered if she would explore my secret places in spite of her promise.

Her first slap took me by surprise. It took my breath away. It sounded like a rifle shot and stung bad. Before I caught my breath she smacked the other cheek, She waited a few beats before the third and fourth blows landed. Soon I was bouncing on her lap and grinding myself against her thigh. Then she did what I had done to her.

"My legs parted automatically, wide as I could spread them and exposed my aching pussy to her slaps. Each contact racked my clit and the feeling was so intense, I know I screamed with pleasure. Before I was through screaming I must have climaxed five or six times and they were all stronger than anything your father ever gave me. Lorene did not stop until I was limp.

"When I rolled off her knees and on to the floor, she stretched me out on my stomach and used a salve of some sort on my burning buns."

Mom smiled wistfully. "I met almost every week with Lorene and we reddened each other's butts and smacked each other's pussies. She introduced me into the Wednesday Night Widow's Club."

"And, outside of spanking, you've never made it with another woman?"

"The club is dedicated to warming bottoms. Occasionally fingers stray and give additional comfort but mainly we spank. We don't, as a rule finger each other. Some like to tickle or slip under the table for some special kissing."

"But you wouldn't be ashamed to let another woman go down on you if she was willing?"

"You mean with her tongue?"

"It might help put out the fire."

"I won't deny that's been done. But at my age, not many would want to tongue me down there?"

"I would. Lots of people like to lick a juicy pussy."

Mom giggled. "You're trying to corrupt me and I thought I was corrupting you."

"A lady I know says, the dirtier things sound, the better they feel.

"I'm letting my own son do things only a husband should do."

"Did you like it?"

"Oh God! Jay. I loved it. I loved you going in and out of me. It was far nicer than your father's ever made me feel."

"Mama likes Jay's pecker," I teased, "and Jay loves Mama's pussy."

"That sounds so nasty."

I laughed. "It sure does. Now tell me as dirty as you can what Pauline's hairy pussy wants."

"Is this a game?"

"I can be a nasty game if you play it right."

Mom smiled. "Two can play at this. Pauline's sloppy, slippery slit wants Jay's pulsing pecker up her slimy snatch for seven solid inches."

"What do I do with the other two?" I teased.

"You're kidding. It isn't that long."

"Don't you wish it was?"

"What you've got down there is just fine. It's almost as much I ever had put to me."

"How many men have fucked you besides dad."

'I swear to you, after we were married, only one other man ever touched me." 

"And women?"

"I told you about Lorene. You know what goes on at the card club. There is one person I can't talk about."

I nodded. "You and dad. Did you ever go beyond the missionary position?"

"Sometimes I let him think he talked me into doing what he called the doggy way. You know from behind, with me on my hands and knees."

"You liked that?"

"We can do that, if you want."

"What do you really want? Maybe something you've never done."

My mother blushed. After being screwed twice, after all our talking, my mother blushed. "You won't be mad. You needn't if you don't want it."

"So tell me already."

"I'd like to lick and suck your peter." 

I laughed. "Is that all, Mom? You can slurp on my lollipop all night if you want. Haven't you ever done that?"

"Not with your father. He thought it was a filthy thing."

"Then I guess he never ate your pussy much either."

"I think his mother's sexual appetites ruined him early. He really didn't like women after that."

"Miz Liz Ashton?" "However did you know?"

"We've talked."

"She's an old woman. She wouldn't! Not her own grandson."

"She's been real nice to me, Mom."

"She's old."

"Her body's not too old. I like her."

"As much as me?"

"Every woman is different. I've learned that. I love doing you."

Mom lowered her head toward my bursting cock. "Who am I to complain? Here am I am, about to swallow my own sons peter and condemning someone else." There was brief sigh of guilt before she engulfed me to the short hairs.

I turned on the bed without dislodging her lips. I buried my head between her thighs and worked my hips to pump hard cock in her mouth. "Madam," I said, "you have just begun to come." 

I lapped at her throbbing clit until she was limp then I shot a gallon of jizz down her throat.

**** "You never told me, " said my mother, "other than Miz Liz,who you have been with to gain all of this experience?

"You won't be mad?"

"Of course not."

"A couple of years ago, your friend from across the road, Krista Foster came over caught me with my pants down."

Mom shook her head. "You were with a girl friend? She never told on you."

"Just me and my hand," I smiled, "but it was going pretty good."

Mom smiled. "You were playing with yourself?"

"It's called Jacking off."

"And Krista caught you? What happened?"

"She said, 'I can show you a better game with that thing if you promise not to tell."

"My God! You were just a boy? What did she do"

"She lifted her skirt and pushed aside her panties. She showed me where to put it."

"I can't believe it of her. Her husband was a Methodist preacher."

"She was divorced by then. She kept coming over when she knew you weren't home. She said I could do it more times in an afternoon than her husband ever could."

"Outside of her, did you play with that thing a lot?" She fingered my dick which, though still swollen, was totally soft. She let it lay in her palm and blew on it.

"I was fascinated with it after I found out I could make it hard just by thinking about certain things."

"What did you think about? What did you want to see?"

"Before I got interested in girls, I thought about other guys getting hard-ons and wondered and what they did. Some of us started getting together after school." 

Mom shook her head. "Such a naughty boy. I had no idea. Tell me, have there been other grown women who took advantage of you?" "One was the mother of a friend. There is no reason dragging them into it. I'll never tell on them."

"And who has been giving you lessons recently?"

"When you were gone that weekend this summer, Jasmine slipped across the road and we've been experimenting since then."

"Your cousin is a pretty girl. The thought crossed my mind that you might fall under her spell. Be sure you don't get her pregnant."

"She knows a sure fire way of not getting knocked up. We put up her back hole."

"Jay! You don't.! That sounds so filthy."

"It really feels good, Mom. I know. I let somebody do me so I'd know a woman feels getting fucked."

'You let some dirty old man did what queers do to young boys?"

"You know when you went off for a few days to be by yourself?"

Mom nodded. "I was visiting my father in Atlanta."

"One afternoon, Alma showed up. I was in my room, taking a nap. She walked in on me. I'm afraid the old cock was standing up the way it does sometimes when I sleep.

"You fornicated with your sister!"

"Her ass likes it just fine. I'm thinking that Alma likes doing women almost as much as she does men."

"She's always been such a nice girl."

"Fucking doesn't make someone bad."

"It did when I was young."

"Bet it didn't stop you."

"I always felt guilty." Mom looked away. "I shouldn't have said that. You'll hate me/"

I patted her on the ass. "Come on, Mom. We fucked. I ate your pussy. You sucked my cock. Don't go shy on me. Talk the way you'd treat anyone you've just gone to bed with. Tell me your pussy feels good."

Mom smiled. "You're the one who feeling it. It's as wet as it's been in years. I'm tender but it feels fantastic." She nudged me, "And it feels even better with that big thing of yours stuffed in it. Oh God! I can almost come just thinking about it."

"I've told you about some people I've been with. It's your turn. Tell me about when you've really been fucked."

Mom looked away. "There really haven't been that many different men. There was only one after I married your father. I have to confess that these last years I've gotten most of my relief from the women at Wednesday night meetings and the punishment that came afterward."

"And before dad?"

"I married him when I was still in my teens."

"Your first time. How old were you?"

A dreamy look came into my mothers eyes as though remembering something precious and forbidden. "Too young."

I worked my fingers into the passage I had come out of nineteen years earlier. A long, hard part of me wanted to go back so I could return the seed that made me. "Let me put it in to soak while you tell me."

She turned her back and presented her rounded ass. "Put it in from back there. Then I won't have to look at you. I'll tell you something I have never told a living soul."

She was wet and slippery. The way was easy even with her legs pressed together. My pubes pressed tightly against the softness of her full buttocks. I wriggled my hips to let her know that she had all I had to give. I whispered in her ear. "Who was first?"

For a long time, I thought she would not speak. Finally, in a voice barely audible, she breathed, "My father."

"Wow! I would never have thought it of him. He always seemed to be such a nice old man."

"He wasn't that old then."

"Did he hurt you?"

"He was very gentle," said my mother. "He always opened me up with his tongue first. He tickled me and got me so hot that I begged him to put it in."

"And it didn't ruin your life or anything."

"I loved everything he did to me."

"This went on until you were married?"

Mom pushed back against me and I responded with a shove of my own. Soon we were going full speed and I was fighting for breath. Mom was panting and moaning. "When ever we could."

"How long? Till when?"

"Oh God!"

"When did you stop?"

"God help me," said my mother, "We still do it. He whips me when I need it, he licks me and then he does what you said."




Family Fun Ch. 4



Some time during the night, I roused enough to realize that we were getting cold. I led the others upstairs and put Bob and Brenda in Kelly's bed, then took Kelly and Sue with me to the master bedroom.

When we were all snuggled up under the blankets, Kelly reached between her thighs and found my prick waiting for her. With a sigh, she pushed back on it until I was completely lodged in my daughter's cunt, then we fell asleep. My neighbor's wife, Sue, was snuggled up to my back. Until she drifted off a couple of minutes later, she was reaching around me to tickle my daughter's pussy and scratch my balls.

Waking up with your daughter's tight pussy on your prick has to be one of the greatest pleasures known to man. It must be why they made it taboo. If every man could fuck his daughter, how would the genes ever get spread around? She was so tight and so hot! When I first became aware of the new day, my prick was only half hard. After realizing why it felt so good, it stiffened and drilled to the bottom of my daughter's cunt on it's own.

Kelly stirred and began to push back in her sleep. I hoped that she was having a great dream to go with our morning fuck. I began pulling back and pushing deeper into her pussy.

My movements woke Sue, who gave me a sleepy, "Good morning", and reached around me again to finish what we had started as we drifted off to sleep.

This woke Kelly at last. She began fucking back in earnest.

"Good morning, Princess. Did you sleep well?"

"Is this how Princesses get treated? Woken up with the King's dick already fucking them?

"Only the daughters of lucky kings", I answered.

"Well, fuck me, then, you lucky bastard. Oooh, Aunt Sue, that feels so good. Why don't you come over here so I can suck your pussy while Daddy fucks me? If I know Daddy, he can fuck you, too, as soon as he finishes with me. Isn't that right, Daddy? Can't you fuck Aunt Sue as soon as you finish fucking your own daughter?"

"Hush, you little minx, or I'll flood your cunt with sticky goo."

"Do it! Do it and I'll suck it out of her cunt while you fuck me, Wyden."

Now, who could turn down such an invitation? I gave up my first load of the day, which was rather copious. I love a good wake-up fuck and this was the first time it had been my daughter on my dick at this time. It was not going to be the last.

I was still cumming when the girls switched places. Sue pushed her sweet ass back at me so I could feel her ass cheeks against my belly when I slammed my prick to the bottom of her cunt. This position also allowed her to suck my cum out of Kelly's box, as she had promised.

"Ooooh, Aunt Sue. You eat pussy so well. You and your mother must have had a good time while your father was away."

"I guess we did, Kelly, but I had blanked it out in my mind until last night. Do you enjoy eating your mother's pussy, too?"

"Sure do. Is Daddy fucking you good? I think he's a great fucker, but I don't have much experience."

"You probably have more than I do, dear. Except for my father raping my ass, Bob is the only many who has ever had a prick in me. Until last night, that is", she amended with a smile. "Your father is the only man besides my husband who has ever had his dick in my pussy."

"Do you like it when Daddy fucks you?"

"Oh, I see. You like to talk dirty?"

"Yeah!", my daughter breathed. I like to say things like, fuck me daddy, fuck your sweet baby's hot cunt until she comes all over your big, hairy balls. Ram your big, fat dick all the way to the bottom of my hot, hungry snatch, you incestuous fucker. Hump me, Daddy. Blow your wad down my throat. Oooh, I'm cumming. I'm going. I'm going to cum. Cum with me, Aunt Sue. Fuck her full of cum, Daddy so I can suck her cunt dry like she is doing mine."

Kelly got her wish. I filled Sue's pussy to overflowing. Kelly sucked the last drops from my half-wilted root and pulled our neighbor on top of her to get the rest from her dripping pussy.

"Well, well. It looks like our threesome has been busy."

My wife, Brenda, stood at the end of the bed, holding our neighbor, Bob's, prick in a viselike grip. The head of his prick looked purplish. Maybe she was holding it too tight?

"Good morning!", I answered brightly. It's barely nine o'clock, Bob. How many times has my wife gotten you off this morning, so far?" I noted that her hand had never stopped moving on his prick.

"Three", he admitted somewhat sheepishly.

"Three?" I cocked an eyebrow at my wife.

"Once in my mouth when I woke him up. Once in my pussy after he was awake, and once more in my ass to prove it wasn't merely a fantasy."

"Oh? You like fucking my wife in the ass, do you, neighbor?"

"Yes, I do, neighbor, but I still haven't had a chance for a real fuck in my wife's ass. How about it, honey. Can we start over?"

"If you've got the tool, you fool. Slam it to me." Sue backed up to the edge of the bed and Brenda guided Bob's newly restored weapon first to Sue's cunt, still sloppy with my cum and Kelly's saliva and then to the little red pucker.

"Just remember to go slow at first, baby."

"I'll remember, honey. I don't ever want to remind you of the past." 

Bob slowly slid in, an inch at a time and rested between inches. It took a visible effort on Sue's part, but she gradually fought down her slowly dying instincts and pushed back. 

Soon, she was a wild woman, slamming her ass back so hard that I feared for Bob's balls and pubic bone. "Is that all you've got, fucker? Is that all?"

"Relax, honey. I'm not your dad. I'm your loving husband."

"Oh. Sorry, dear. Guess I got carried away. Tell you what. Let me finish you off in the car. I want to go over to dad's house right now and clear this up, so I can enjoy my husband's dick in my ass. Are you with me?"

"Yay! We're with you all the way, Sue."

We slung on some clothes and hurried out to the car. Kelly sat up front between Brenda and myself to give Sue plenty room to get Bob off, as advertised. I pulled into the parking lot at Pancake Heaven to get us some breakfast and got a kick out of the looks from the guys getting into the car next to us.

They couldn't believe what they were seeing. A normal-looking family getting out of the front seat and a blonde giving a great blow job in the back seat. Sue saw them watching and redoubled her efforts to bring Bob off. When he filled her mouth with cum, she gave the watchers a wink and opened her mouth to show them her reward for a good blow job.

One of the guys started toward the car, but I looked him off. With a shrug of his shoulders that said, "Can't blame a guy for trying", he got in the car with his friends and they sped away. They were going to have a hell of a story for the other guys at the shop.

"How are we going to do this?"

"Well, for one thing, did anybody bring a strap-on?" The couple at the next table gave us a funny look.

"Ok, we better go by and pick one up. Do we know if he's home?"

"Now there's a good question. I'll go call Mom."

Kelly was leaning over her plate quite far. I started to tell her to straighten up until I realized that it was the only way she could reach my crotch and Bob's at the same time. If the couple next to us had realized what my daughter was doing, they wouldn't have been so concerned about the strap-on.

"He's there, passed out. Mom said she would leave the front door unlocked. We can come on in as soon as we get there."

"Great! Let's go!"

"Uh, you'll have to give Bob and I a second to zip up", I whispered.

A smile spread across Brenda's face as she realized why that would be. "Have you been naughty, baby?"

"No, mommy. I've been a good little girl."

"A very, very good little girl, I might add", Bob added.

We eventually found a porn shop that was open in the middle of the morning and bought the biggest, nastiest-looking strap-on they had.

"Hey! Is she legal?", yelled the attendant, pointing at Kelly who was examining the dildo selection with particular attention to the biggest, blackest ones.

"Does this look legal to you, mother-fucker?" Kelly lifted her skirt as high as it would go and stuck her naked, shaven cunt toward him.

"You ain't got no pussy hair."

"That's because my daddy pulled all the hair out with his teeth, didn't you, Daddy?" Kelly stood beside me and openly rubbed my crotch.

I grinned. "Let's get out of here while we can, you little bitch." I paid the guy for the dildo and we whizzed across town. This time, all the girls were in the back with Bob, fussing over his prick and rubbing their tits all over him. "Next time we take your car, sumbitch!"

"I'll drive on the way back."

"Done!"

We arrived at the rundown cottage Sue directed us to and went right in, as instructed. Sue led us back to his bedroom. Her mother was nervously wringing her hands. She became even more nervous when she saw Sue take the ugly dildo from the bag and strap it on.

"What are you going to do?"

"Get revenge, mama. As soon as these two men have tied him down, why don't you go in the living room with them and show them what a tight snatch you still have?"

"I'll be glad to show them my snatch, but I would sure like to see Harold get his ass reamed. That's what you're planning, isn't it?"

"That's it, Mom."

"Well, I want to ream it some, too. That ugly bastard has knocked me around for the last time. I'm leaving when you do."

"Good. You can live with us, can't she honey?"

"You bet! Let's get this bastard tied up. I can't wait to see you get back at him."

Harold woke in his normal mood. "Who the fuck are you people? Get the fuck out of my room. What the fuck are you doing here, cunt? I told you to leave and never come back."

"Shut up, 'Daddy'. Bob wanted to kill you when I was finally able to tell him why I had been so screwed up for the last twenty years. Brenda, here, suggested a way to get even with you that wouldn't put Bob in jail. If you don't shut up and get on your knees, we're going with Bob's solution."

"This is my house! You can't come into my house and assault me. I'll call the fucking police!"

"Ok. Do it."

"Well, maybe not the police. I'll call my buddies to come over and kick you-----"

He never got to the end of his sentence. Bob couldn't stand one more syllable from the old man's mouth. He merely stepped over and slugged him, knocking a couple of teeth onto the floor.

"Tie him up", he growled. "Hope I don't get rabies from touching the son-of-a-bitch."

We tied him up with his ass hanging over the edge of the bed. It was the perfect height for Sue to slam it to him.

She waited patiently for him to wake up, idly stroking her fake dick, with a dreamy look on her face.

Harold came awake again with a foul mouth, shouting what we could do and couldn't do in his house.

Sue wasn't listening. She spread his ankles with her feet, lined up the plastic dick with his stinky asshole and shoved.

"Aiiieeee!"

The reverberations of his scream hung in the air and had almost died down when she shoved again. Every time she shoved he screamed. A look of utter bliss came over her face.

"Mom, you go pack what you want to take. I'm going to be a while. You can have a turn before we go and so will Kelly and Brenda. I don't know if it will teach the son-of-a-bitch a lesson, but it sure is making me feel better. Take that! and that! and that!"

Sue's mother left the room to the accompaniment of her husband's agonized screams and began to pack. 

Kelly dropped to her knees in front of me and reached for my zipper. "Well, it may be a long wait. Might as well have something to eat." She fished out her Daddy's cock and began to munch.

Her mother followed suit.

Bob leaned back against a dresser and allowed my wife to swallow his sword. "Can't think of a better way to wait", he grinned.

Sue was still slamming the dry dildo in her father's bleeding rectum when her mother returned.

"Give me a go at it for a few minutes, dear, while you rest. If these young men are up to fucking an old hag like me, then I'd like to get my revenge out of the way so we can get right to it."

"Sure, Mom. I'll help you put it on."

Louise aimed the strap-on at her husband's ass and gave him fair warning. I'll give her that. "You dirty, stinking, foul-mouthed child molester. You dirty rotten son-of-a-bitch that thinks having muscles is enough reason to knock women and children around. You pathetic loser with a tiny little needle dick who can't get off without abusing something, somewhere, some time. I hope you rot in hell. Close your eyes, prick, cause here it comes!"

She drew back as far as her limbs would permit and lunged at him with all her strength. The dildo wasn't that well centered and it wasn't at all slick. The tip hit his ass about an inch from the hole and tore it's way in. Bright red blood gushed from the tear, but Louise never slowed down. She drew back again and gave him another wild shot, missing on the other side this time, tearing another strip of flesh before shoving flesh, blood and dildo far up his intestine.

"You lousy, good for nothing, low-life scoundrel. Why God ever let you live this long, I don't know. I hope your soul rots in hell for all eternity."

She was finished. Sobbing and sniffling, she unbuckled the strap-on, leaving it lodged in her husband's asshole. Blood coursed down the back of his thighs in a steady stream. "Let's go", she said.

"Shouldn't we untie him?"

"One of his asshole buddies will be by before long to beg a drink off him. He won't die, but I sure would like for the word to get around about how he was found. Wait a minute!" She reached for the phone. "Bill? This is Louise. I'm leaving that scoundrel who has abused me all my life. I want you to come over here and tell everybody how you found him. Ok? Oh, and bring your camera."

With a satisfied smirk on her face, Louise led us out of the house to the car. "All right, which of you stiff dicks is going to fuck me first?"

"I'll drive, Mom. You get in the back with Bob and Wyden. They can both fuck you while we go home. Bob really enjoys ass fucking, so maybe you can talk him into trying yours. Take it easy on her, guys. She may be nearly sixty and she's been married a long time, but my old man had a pencil dick and there's a lot of pussy that she's never used before."

The mood was definitely lighter on the way home.

"They say that revenge is a meal better served cold, Sue. It's been twenty years. Was it worth it? Did you really feel revenged? Are you glad we did it?"

"I feel so good I probably won't stop singing for a month. I feel like fucking and being fucked--in the mouth, in the pussy and in the ass. Take my ass, boys, it's free. Bob, you and Wyden better be up to the mark. Even with Brenda and Kelly to help out, I'm going to need more fucking than you can handle, I bet, and Mom is going to need taking care of, too. Not to mention Brenda and Kelly's needs. How are you going to cope?"

"Well, Jimmy loves to fuck. He just gets off too quick. Maybe he can help out some."

"Honey, when a guy gets off, you know he's going to be ready again some time. It's just a matter of time. If you catch him again as soon as he is able, he will last longer the second time, and even longer the third time. And so on. Isn't that right, Wyden?"

"Sure is. When Brenda and I were dating, I would jack off two or three times before leaving the house so I would last longer when we did it."

Somehow, I couldn't imagine there being that much trouble to finding volunteers to keep four hot, horny women well fucked. Nearly every guy I knew complained about not getting enough pussy from his wife.

The future looked bright.



Family Fun Ch. 4



"Fucks you?"

"Yes he fucks me when he comes to visit but that's only twice a year and I've been going crazy between visits."

"I'll help you," I said, "I'll fuck you till you can't stand up. I'll fuck you like you've never been fucked."

"I'm coming," screamed my mom. "I'm coming."



Family Fun Ch. 5



For the many who have asked. Chapter 3, I have been told would be shifted to The Extreme section because it contains doggie action. I was told it would be a week before it appears. The week has long passed so who know when. 80niner

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Weeks later, when Mom came home just before suppertime she had a man with her. I had met Grand-dad Smiley a few times when he visited though we were never close. He seldom stayed more than a week. The rough hewn man was in his mid-seventies. Tall and thin, sunburned from a life out of doors. He had a thick brush of iron gray hair. . He shook my hand with a firm grip and looked me in the eye, "You've grown some since I saw you."

He handed me a twenty and said it would be nice if I went to town to eat and saw a movie or two. "Your mom and me, we need to have a long talk and it's best we have it alone."

I thanked him and drove to town. I ate at the local Burger Joint and cruised Main street looking for someone I knew. Miz Liz had been out of town for almost a week and wasn't due back for several days. Jasmine had gone home so I couldn't ask her. Dirk went to school out of town when the rumors spread that his mother and he were sharing the same bed. 

Mom and I had not got to the point where we did it that regularly but we had helped each other, in a sexual way, since the day I caught her strapping herself. She sometimes let me bathe her and when she had a difficult time coming, I spanked her butt and made it red. Still there were times I suspected she would have rather been across some woman's lap than mine.

In spite of all the screwing I had done, it had been mostly with older women and they were beyond my reach at the moment. While I had done everything, outside of Jasmine and Alma, I had never made it with a girl remotely near my own age. While always willing, it had been the older woman making the advances and leading me into my adventures with the possible exception of my sister. I wished Alma were here. 

It suddenly occurred to me that I knew why Mom and her dad wanted to be alone. They wanted some private time for fucking and maybe him punishing her. I got in the car and headed home.

I parked over at Miz Liz's place and walked across to our house. I sneaked into the house and up the stairs, expecting them to be in Mom's bedroom. The house was empty.

I went back outside. A dim light shown from the lower part of the barn. I went around back and sneaked up the ladder to the loft and worked my way to where I could look down on them. Two lanterns, hung on opposite sides of the the rather bare storage room that had been used at one time for a hired hand to stay during harvest season.

There was a cot and a chair there but they had been shoved aside. My mother was strung up so that ,while her feet touched the floor, her hands were stretched upward by separate ropes that hung from the studs overhead. Naked, angry red welts marked her thighs and buttocks. Tears streamed down her cheeks.

My grandfather was naked too. Not totally stiff, his slender dick hung elongated down his scrawny, hairy leg. It looked fully ten inches long. His balls hung low in his crinkled scrotum and his crotch was hidden in snow white, pubic hair.

My mother moaned. "Get it hard. I need your long thing up my ass."

"I'm trying," said the old man, "The old cock don't stand as easy as it once did. It takes a lot of striping on your butt to make it stand again."

"Then Do It!" sobbed my mother. "Warm my ass until it bleeds if you have to but you've got to do me again. Nothing can touch that spot the way your cock does."

The old man had tears in his eyes as he put the strap to her. With each stroke his cock seemed to fill out a bit more and stand out a little more until it was tilting almost straight out.

"Please," pleaded my mother, "I need it."

The old man lifted a small bottle of baby oil from the floor and covered his long, stiff dong so that it shone in the flickering light. He moved behind my mother and put the gleaming, red head to my mother's asshole and fed it to her. Half of his rod disappeared on the first thrust. From there he proceeded more slowly but soon it all disappeared up her back passage. I could not imagine the depth of that long slim rod buried in my mother's bowels but it must have reached past her navel. 

I had cautiously slipped out of my pants. I knew I would have to cum while watching them. He was hurting my mother but I also knew that she needed it and the pain of him not doing it was worse that what he did.

I don't know how long he plowed into her. She kept moaning and crying, "So good. So good. But you have to come too."

"That ain't as easy as it once was neither. My prostate needs a deep massage every once in a while and I ain't had one recently." 

"If Jay were here, he'd do it for you," said Mom.

"Would he be knowing of such things? I thought he'd be more for putting it to the girls."

"He does that," gasped Mom. "He does that real good."

"Good for him, All the same I'd like me a long hard one up my butt right now to help get me off."

I dropped out of the loft, like Batman ready to plug Robin. I crept up behind him. I figured he didn't deserved the oil. I spit on on my cock head. He first knew I was there when I touched his brown asshole and drove forward. He let out a scream as I popped his outer ring and pressed into him. "All right old man. You want your ass fucked, you'll get an ass fucking to remember."

"Would that be your boy, Pauline?"

"That's Jay," moaned Mom.

"And that's Jay's puny prick up your scrawny ass," I grunted.

"Oh God, Jay, " said my mother, "You're making his prick harder. So good. So Good."

"You know," I panted, "this old asshole isn't bad." I continued stroking him as hard as I could.

"Good boy," gasped my grandfather, "you're tickling my spot. I'm thinking I might be coming."

"You better after the way you whipped my mother."

"She needed it, Boy. I don't like doing that to her," he pleaded.

"That's the truth, Jay. I begged him."

"Make me come," pleaded the old man.

"Make him come," pleaded my mother, "Make him come, so he'll make me come again."

"I'm going to shoot," I said. I rammed into him as hard as I could and as far as I could between those hard, thin ass cheeks and squirted a load deep into his hungry bowels. I spewed my gooey, white stuff far up that quivering ass. The old man's sphincter clenched me and I felt his contractions as he flooded my mothers guts.

I slipped out of the old man. His long, softening, flesh probe slipped out of my mother and slapped against his leg as he fell to his knees from exhaustion. I cut the ropes and let my mother turn to fall into my arms.

"We should get into the house and clean you up," I said. "We need to rub something into all those welts."

My mother nodded. "It hurts like hell but I feel as though an army of demons have been driven out of me."

She flinched as I put my arm around her and led her to the door. The old man got to his feet and took her other arm. Naked, dicks swinging heavily, we crossed the dark, back yard and entered the house.

We led her up to the bathroom and got her into the tub. After we bathed her, her father and I showered. We put her to her bed and as gently as we could, rubbed salve over her back, buttocks and thighs . She moaned softly and, contentedly, went to sleep.

***

The old man and I went down stairs. We found a jug of wine in the refrigerator. He raised his glass. "I guess your mom told you about us."

"Some. She said, you've been fucking her for a long time."

He nodded. "Her mother and me, we never hit it off . When the old woman took off. I never saw her again."

"I didn't know that." "Pauline wouldn't sleep by herself. Maybe she was afraid I'd leave her too. I shouldn't have, but I let her crawl into my bed."

"That's sad."

"You know the way a man wakes in the morning. Sometimes I kicked off the covers She'd wake up and notice the difference.

"I can see how that might happen."

Soon we were doing things a father and daughter shouldn't be doing."

"Well, I guess that didn't hurt anybody, being as you never got her pregnant."

"I done that once."

"What happened?"

"You was born."

I could not talk for a moment. It took me a second before I realized I was sitting with my father. Of course he was still my grandfather too. "God Damn!"

"That's right. After that I went and got myself fixed so it would never happen again."

"And Dad never knew?"

"He never caught us at it, if that's what you mean. I don't know what he suspected. I guess maybe he knew he didn't have enough starch left in him that to ever satisfy your mom."

"I guess you could, with that long dong of yours."

"Reckon so." He took hold of that long tube of limber flesh creeping down his thigh and waved it at me. "Who'd a thought that you or at least half of you squirted out of this pipe. Of course it got a harder than than now."

"It looked hard when I watched you pronging Mom."

"Partly cause I was worked up from whopping her ass like she wanted and then you come down and done a job on me, massaging my prostate. I appreciate that boy. It fetched me a real fine cum."

"Glad to help."

"I reckon you've done some prime screwing for a boy your age."

"Some, I guess."

"Your Mom confessed that you throw the bone to her pretty good."

"She was needing it, pretty bad."

"That's what she said but she said I was to punish her for letting you plug her. She gets some bad guilts over little things like that, sometimes."

"I don't like seeing her bottom being marked up. I think it's too pretty to mess with that way."

"She always had a nice one, a bit fuller than most but good solid meat, something a man can sink into. She always liked the spankings. She knew that was one sure way of making me come up with an extra hard one."

"It still does. Talking about it has made you grow some."

The old man looked down at his lengthening dong. "Damned if it ain't. You know boy, with a little bit of encouragement I might grow me another full fledged boner. Not bad for a man of seventy-two."

"I think I'd like to see it like that."

"And then what would you do."

I shrugged and shifted so that he could see that I had popped a hard one of my own. "I'd guess about anything you wanted me to."

"Hey, Boy. That some whang you got hanging on you. Did you have all that meat shoved up my tender, old ass?"

"It was all up there and it felt mighty good."

The man nodded. "I hanker for that kind of probing every so often. Tell me, you done much boy on boy stuff?"

"Some."

"You like swallowing man juice?"

"If somebody's swallowing mine, I don't mind."

"I'd say that's fair. Should we give it a shot? Be kind of like getting acquainted, on a more intimate basis."

"I'd like that but you're mighty long. I don't think I can swallow that much cock."

"Take what you can. Never saw anybody that could, save your Mom. She swallows it to the short hairs."

"God. I'd like to see that sometime. It makes my dick throb thinking about it."

"If it's going to throb, I'm hoping you're going to bury it somewhere where it does me some good."

The old man got on his knees in front of me and before I knew what was happening, his nose was in my short hairs and my hard cock was down his throat. When he swallowed I felt the tight throat muscles constricting and milking me like a wet hand. When I raised my ass off the chair in a particularly gut wrenching moment, his hand slipped under me and his longest finger slipped up my back passage. I moaned. "God dammit Grandpa, shove that long cock up my hungry ass and swab my guts with it!"

His mouth slipped off my arching cock and I felt the cool air on the wet flesh. "Just waiting to be asked Sonny. Just waiting to be asked." He urged me to the floor and positioned me on my knees, ass raised high. I rested my chin on the carpet. 

First, I felt his lips and then his tongue deliver a glob of saliva to the small, twitching entrance. He moved up behind me. The warm tip of his long, hard prong sought the rosebud of my puckered asshole. Only one person had ever invaded this place and I had let Paul because his cock, though seven inches long, was not too big around. Grandpa's, was only slightly larger in circumference but it looked nearly twice as long. He advanced slowly. For a while I, in spite of the pain, thought I was going to be able to take it easily. That was only a wish. I moaned, then I really cried, "That hurts, God dammit. It's really hurting me." He paused for a moment. "It's no pimply assed kid at knocking at your back door Sonny. You got a real dip-stick checking your oil. Are you going to take it full measure?"

"How much of that thing you got left?" "I'd say maybe a good three or four inches."

"Go easy."

"I was doing that. I guess I've gone deeper than the boy that's been there."

"You can say that again."

I felt him withdraw and then ease back in. He gained another inch of virgin shit chute. Each repetition of his ins and outs crammed him further into my bowels. Finally, those crinkly gray hairs around his balls tickled me and I knew I had it all. I was sure I could feel it in my throat.

"Get ready for the ride of your life, Sonny." He pulled it almost all the way out and slammed it home. I grunted and moved forward a bit on the rug. He had hold of my hips, a hand on each side and socked it into me again and again.

I grunted as each stroke pounded home. "God damned. I think it's coming out my throat."

"You got a nice tight ass." The old man chuckled. "Always takes me a long time to come anymore. I like that. The rides a lot more fun than the getting there."

"Now I know how a woman feels when she's getting the shit fucked out of her."

"An asshole ain't quite the same as a cunt."

"But it's a mighty sensitive hole."

"Tell me about it. I still feel a tickle, up inside, where you reamed me."

"My peepee is dribbling. And God! I feel like I going to drool gallons. You must have that thing up there a mile."

"That's right, Sonny. At least a mile but you're only getting it ten inches at a crack."

"My poor ass will never be the same."

"I'm thinking you'll be hankering for more before long. You know there ain't that many thin, foot long cocks that likes swimming up the dark channel. Maybe you and your mom should think about letting me move in being as her hubby went looking for younger pussy.

"Fuck him."

"I done that once. He didn't like it."

"No shit."

"No shit."

"Speaking of shit, I feel like I got to."

"Ain't nothing up there, boy, but long, hard cock. Its all me and I'm claiming your sweet ass as a temporary parking place."

"I can't believe how much I'm liking this. Do you think you're making me queer?"

"Do you like poking women and licking 'em silly?"

"I sure do like doing that."

"And do you like siphoning man come?"

"I got to admit I got a taste for a man's juice too."

The old man laughed and kept slamming into me until his cock felt like it was glowing hot. "I'm thinking you're a lot like me. You fuck what you got at hand for the pleasure of it. It don't matter all that much whether it's a man or woman that's doing the giving and taking. Yes sir, swinging from both sides of the plate is the way to go."

"I reckon that might be right," I groaned. "Come on, old man, shove that thing up my ass . Do me good. Pump me full of your joy juice."

""You're going to have one tender bung hole in the morning."

"I'm feeling too good right now to worry about it."

"Oh SHIT! I'm coming. Coming in my own son's fucking ass. I'm throbbing and spurting and pumping hot come deep in his innards." The old man went rigid and gave me the last millimeter of his stiff prong and pumped his load up my hungry back passage.

I slipped forward. I felt his weight on my back and his heavy breaths warming my neck as he rode me down, still buried, cock deep, inside.

"Did you come?" he gasped.

"Not yet."

"I'd be mighty pleased to swallow your load if I can get my breath."

In no time at all I was spurting my white slime down his throat. He kept sucking long after my last spurt shot down his gullet. I went to sleep. I guess he did too. Mom found us when she came down stairs in the morning. My cock was in the old man's mouth, his tongue caressing the tender head. In his sleep, he still made sucking motions. Mom threw a blanket over us and went went out to the kitchen to make coffee.

Without waking him, I went to the kitchen. Mom had the coffee started and was opening a package of donuts. I embraced her from behind and untied the belt of her short robe. 

She looked over her shoulder. "I thought from the looks of things in there, you probably would have had enough for a while."

"I want to see if the old man did you any damage last night."

She allowed the robe to slip from her shoulders. The backs of her legs and her ass were red. There were amazingly few welts. "I'll be sitting carefully for a while but he can hurt without doing any lasting damage."

"Doesn't look too bad, seeing the way he was laying it on you."

"I'm sorry you saw that."

I rubbed my hand lightly over the hot, soft buttocks. "I got to admit it turned me on, seeing my mother getting it done by her own dad."

"It's a shameful thing but it's what makes me a woman. It's something I got to have. No one but your grandfather and you has reached that one, sweet spot."

"He has got a powerful long whang on him."

She nodded. "That he has."

"He put it up me last night after you went to sleep."

"He shouldn't have done that."

"I asked him too."

"I don't want him making my boy queer."

"That won't happen." I reached around to run my finger tips through her fluff of pussy hair. "I like putting it in here too much."

"you know it's wrong, doing that to your mother."

"More wrong than letting your daddy take you in all three places."

"You don't know that he ever did me back there before last night."

"He has a yen for back doors. I don't think he couldn't have overlooked yours for long."

She shook her head in a gesture of giving up her last secret though I'm sure it wasn't. "There have been times I thought it would come out my throat he rammed it so far."

"That's how it was for me."

She reached back to wrap her fingers around my hard dong. "I guess this thing won't ever stay down for very long."

"Not around a bare ass or a damp pussy."

She pressed back against me. My cock fit between the perfect, rounded globes of her solid ass cheeks. "Talking about having it done back there has brought on an itch for some scratching for sure."

"Always willing to oblige."

She leaned forward to place her forearms on the kitchen table. She lowered her head between her hands. Her red buttocks projected outward. "It would be nice if you was to stroke it until you find the spot that needs rubbing."

I parted the twin cheeks and spread spit around her puckered hole. I sank all the way into her with one easy stroke and rested a moment to let her accommodate the expansion of a passage holding something thicker than usually filled it.

"You're wider than he is. You're stretching me."

"But not nearly so long."

"I guess it don't matter how long it is if there ain't no bottom to the hole. Stretching is something else. God! I feel so filled."

"Like a big turd going the wrong way?"

"That's not a nice way of putting it, but I'd say that describes it as good as anything I can think of."

"Do you like having lots of hard cock shoved up your ass?"

"Oh God. You know I do."

I pumped into her. "You know, I like my Mom a lot better this way than when I thought she was an up tight old maid."

"I never dreamed I could do something like this with my own son."




Family Fun Ch. 5



"You never thought about it."

"Oh, I thought on it, but I felt I could never allow it to happen."

"You saw me that day at the cottage. I was in the john and you came in. I saw you. You were naked and so beautiful."

"You had your cock out. You were peeing and I couldn't look away though I knew I should. I wondered what it would be like, hard."

"I guess you found out."

"I wondered how it would feel if I ever dared seduce you."

"You thought about fucking me?"

"I got wet, thinking about it. I thought about you the day you caught me whipping myself. I never dreamed this could happen."

"Can you imagine what anyone would think if they walked in on us doing this?"

"You mean screwing."

"Ass fucking," I reminded her. "You are getting fucked up the ass, my fair lady."

"Oh God! And you do your poor old mother's bottom so good."

Alma walked in.

"Jesus!" 

I was coming in Mom's ass. Mom was moaning and twisting on my throbbing cock. Neither of us could stop. I pressed to Mom's ass and hugged her as close as I could and let her ride out her orgasm.

"Well I never," said Alma.

I shook my head. "Sure you have, I remember."

"You know what I mean. I mean. . . Mama, I can't believe you'd let him fuck you like that."

"Must you use that word?" asked Mom, suddenly indignant. 

"Isn't that what you're doing? Fucking?" Alma tried to erase a smile breaking through her disapproval. "If my eyes aren't deceiving me, brother dear, you have that big dick up our Mama's dirt chute and you were pounding the shit out of her."

"You loved it up yours," I reminded.

"That's different."

"How?"

"Mothers are different."

"Mom's holes need satisfying like any other woman's. Mom's needs have to be attended to."

Mom stared at the table top and refused to face her daughter. We remained connected. If we came parted it would confirm where I had buried my seed in my mother. "Please Alma," she begged, "Leave us for a moment. I'm sorry that you saw us. I fought it but I couldn't help it."

Alma moved behind me and reached between my legs. I felt her grasp my balls. "I guess these things are empty."

"Right now they are."

Alma's voice echoed disappointment. "All the way driving down I was thinking about getting one of your injections and now I find my mother has drained all the sap out of your balls."

"There may be a solution. Check out the next room."

Alma walked to the door. "There's a naked old man. He's sleeping. He's got a. . . My GOD. He got the longest God damned cock I ever saw."

"Don't you recognize your grandfather?"

"Holy shit! What a whang."

"Isn't it?"

"You mean?"

"Why not? This is a liberal family. Everybody screws everybody with very little guilt. That is except Mom. She gets up tight once in a while."

"You mean I should fuck my own grandpa?"

"Why not? I did. Later, he fucked me."

"In the ass?"

"The whole ten inches."

"Could a man that old knock me up?"

"He had a vasectomy. You're safe."

Alma discarded her clothes in the doorway. "I need loving so bad."

"So did Mom."

Alma looked to Mom who had my softening cock buried deep in her ass though the stiffness had lessened and it was not as big as when it had pumped my load into her. "I'm sorry, Mama. I know how I ache when my Poon don't get any Tang for a while. Jay has made me feel good too."

Mom nodded but did not speak.

Alma stood naked in the doorway. "Do you think it would be too awful if I fuck Grandpa? I need that long thing up me, the worst way."

"I'm not the one to say," said my mother.

"Go for it, Sis."

Alma disappeared through the doorway. I slipped my cock from my mother's ass. She straightened, reached for her robe, draped it about her. "I'm so ashamed."

"We're lucky it was Alma. We should have locked the door."

"What are we going to do?"

"I know what I'm going to do. I'm going to watch my dear sister try to take grandpa's cock without saying uncle."

"Should we?"

"I watched him fuck you. Why don't you watch him do your daughter?"

We stood in the doorway. The old man was on his back, still half asleep. Alma knelt astraddle him with her back to his face. Half his cock inserted, she slowly and very gently lowered herself to accommodate the rest . I watched her suck in her breath as the long, slender shaft of cock meat slowly disappeared. From the memory of it sliding up into me the night before, I had a some knowledge of how it felt sliding into Alma.

With only a couple of inches to go, she looked up and saw us watching. "Do you have to stand there? Go away."

"I want to see if you can handle that much cock."

"I'll do it. Just leave us alone."

"This family no longer has secrets. I say if it moves, fuck it."

Alma started to laugh in spite of herself and sank too quickly onto the last segment of grandfather cock "Ouch! God damnit! That's further than anything has ever been up there. My vibrator isn't that long."

Grandpa came fully awake and became aware that someone was cautiously riding his pole. "Pauline? If that you?"

"No dad," murmured Mom, standing beside me.

His hands grasped Alma's hips on either side. On her up stroke he admired the soft moving globes of her rear. "That's a might fine ass you got there, young lady."

Alma smiled, "Thank you."

"Tight pussy too."

"Thank you, Grandpa?"

"Who's calling this old stud, Grandpa?"

"It's my oldest, Dad," said Mom.

"Your daughter?"

"That's right.."

His hips came off the floor and started matching Alma stroke for stroke. "Well, God damn, young lady, this has got to be Christmas. Let's get this fucking show on the road. What's your name."

"Alma."

"You know something, Alma?"

"What?"

"You fuck damn near as good as your mama did when she was your age." 

The End