12 comments/ 102773 views/ 68 favorites Family Fun Is Best By: Momstheboss 20-year-old Jean cut the lights off on the car as she turned the corner leading to her home. She was two hours late again and if her parents caught her she would be grounded and her car keys taken away for a week. A bit old to be treated like a child but she was still in college, that they were paying for, and her parents held her nose to the grindstone with the adage, "you live under our roof, you do as we say". She exited the car and immediately headed towards the back of the house, hoping her brother Billy had opened the back door as he had promised. Rounding the corner of the house, Jean sensed a presence and stopped to take a look around. She heard a light moaning and followed it halfway down the back of the house to her parents bedroom windows. She saw bare feet under the bushes near her parent's right window and a distinct heavy breathing and moaning. As she had occupied the same space occasionally, and had recently clued in her 19-year-old brother, she knew it could only him. "Billy! What the hell are you doing?" She whispered. "Go away!" She heard him whispered back. The hell I will, she thought, and eased her way through the bushes being careful not to break any limbs. She found her brother stroking his firm erection and peeking through the vertical blinds of the window. His actions did not surprise her. But her parent's action of leaving the blinds halfway open, did. Of course, one had to be inside the high, thick bushes to see in the window. "Give me some room so I can see too!" She whispered, elbowing her brother. Sister and brother were spying on their parents, John 51, and, Betty 43. The still quite attractive Betty was on her knees with her chest on the bed and her ass postured up high. It was her favorite position but she never let on. She always voiced displeasure when asked to assume this position, but a wise woman had her secrets to keep her man interested. John was pumping into his prize acquisition with a moderate rhythm, his money having swayed her decision to marry him instead of his best friend. The friendship had not survived . It took Jean a second or two to focus through the blind. "Don't you just love to watch dad fuck mom?" Jean asked her brother. "I would say, I love to watch mom fuck dad." Billy revised. Jean soon had her hand up under her short skirt, her fingers under her panties fingering her pussy. She soon joined her brother with her own heavy breathing and moaning. "How long have they been at it?" She questioned. "Dad is big on foreplay. The usual kissing, touching. They fucked missionary a while. He ate her pussy about 8 or 10 minutes ago. Her orgasm was strong. Now he's working on getting his." Billy answered. "About 45 or 50 minutes." "Dad must be tired tonight. Or, he'll pull out and fuck her in some other position. Looks like he going for the gold, though, doesn't it?" As they watched, John was ratcheting up his rhythm with each minute that past. Soon he was pumping with determination sending his cock deep into Betty's pussy. Betty's face was soon pressed into the pillows in an effort to stifle her moans. They thought their children were fast asleep in their rooms. "He's close. Look at him go!" Jean said with elation, brought on by her masturbation but mostly from her desire to have her father fucking her instead of her mother. "I love to watch him come!" Billy glanced at his sister inquisitively, hearing the lust in her tone. "Let's go out to the pool house." He suggested. "I want to see him come first!" She retorted. "Okay. But stop fingering yourself save that for me!" He offered, already having ceased his own masturbation. "Okay! Okay! But leave me alone for a minute! I want to see this. John was now pounding against Betty's ass. He was indeed close and he was concentrating on his wife's moaning. Jean saw her father push deep, the anguish on his face telling her that his cock was jerking inside her mother's pussy, filling her with his cum. Jean reached to take her brother's hand, dragging him with her through the bushes. Hand-in-hand they ran for the pool house. Inside the pool house, brother and sister began to strip each other. Billy felt very fortunate to be removing the clothes of the short-haired, freckled face, redhead that was his sister. At 5'7", 118lbs, ultra-slim and long legged, with a bubbled ass, a firm body from swimming and running, and old-fashioned enough that she retained a strikingly lavish red bush between her legs, she was a force to be reckoned with. Jean, six months earlier, had seduced her brother to quench her thirst for sex and further her desire to seduce her father. She had recently decided on a a course of action.. Sister and brother fell into a pile of life-preservers and lounge chair padded seats and backs. Billy's hands were roaming all over his sister's body. Jean tried to maneuver him into position to couple, but he was moving up and down her body, kissing and fondling her. When his head went between her legs she gave up. "Damn it Billy! All you want to do is eat my pussy. I have been fucking Carl tonight! I cleaned up but not that good. I want to fuckkkkkkkkk!" The orgasm hit her mid-word and her ass shot skyward. In an instant, her brother was on top of her and poking at her pussy to enter her. He found her hole and stabbed his 6" thick cock into her muscle tight pussy, taking her breath. She did not lash out at him for being so rough. Instead her legs tightened around him as her ass matched his frenzied rhythm. "Yes! Fuck me!" She encouraged. "Fuck me daddy! Fuck your daughter's pussy!" Billy had heard the incestuous banner before and paid it no mind as he sought to fill his sister's pussy with his cum. Jean was excellent at reading a partner's sexual nuances and knew after watching their parents fuck her brother would not last long. "Give it to me! Give it up Billy!" She chanted. "Screw your sister's pussy! Come in me daddy!" "GGGggrrrrrrrrrrrr!" Billy groaned as his cock jerked. As usual, Billy's youth allowed him to continue fucking his sister, until she was satisfied. Eventually, they lay side-by-side, Jean positioned with her legs wide as her brother fingered her pussy spreading the semen over her vagina and lush mound. They were unconcerned that they might soil the life-preservers or cushions. "You know you are a pervert." Jean stated more than questioned. "Would you like to be doing that to mom's pussy?" "You know I would." Billy replied. "You're getting me hot again." Jean said lustfully. "Put your finger on my clit. Yes! Don't move it! I mean it! Don't you fuckin' move!" It took a mere three minutes for Jean to orgasm and accept her brother between her legs again. Billy fucked his sister in a more subdued manner, knowing if he fucked her properly she would become aroused again. When their parents were out of town for a couple of days, it was not unusual for the two of them to fuck to exhaustion. His sister's thirst for a stiff cock and orgasm seemed impossible to quench, but he loved trying. Her pussy was his first and only and he never tired of it. He found great joy in listening to her moans, groans and squeals of ecstasy as she reached orgasm. Three weeks past before Jean could implement her plan to seduce her father. Billy had agree if she was successful, then he would try to seduce his mother, with the notion that if he was unsuccessful and their mother squealed on him there would be little or no repercussions from their dad. How could he offer any punishment when he had had incestuous relations with his daughter? "Dad, I have some new clothing and I need someone to critique them. Would you mind?" Jean asked her father as he sat watching TV, after she had cleaned up the kitchen from the dinner she had made for him. "Mom is out of town and Billy is visiting some friends." "Sure honey." He replied. Figuring not to be too obvious, Jean put on a new dress and went to the living room to "fashion show" the new dress. Having taken many dance classes, and wearing no panties, she spun swiftly bringing the edge of the dress, she hoped, high enough to give her father a peek. From his expressions she had succeeded. "Be right back." She said, after displaying a second dress in the same manner. She had three bikinis that stepped down in body coverage. The first was a blue one that looked more like a pair of bloomers that fit tight. She stood before her dad turning slowly in a circle for her his appraisal. "Honey, that is quite nice." He said of the first. "You should draw a lot of looks from the fellows." The second one was a hip hugging pink bikini, the bra barely covering her nipples. Again, she stood in the middle of the living room turning in a circle. "Jean, that is quite striking!" He said with a bit of concern in his tone. "Do you think you should be showing your dad such.......... clothing? Maybe you should wait for you mother. She is much better at this then I." "I will be wearing this on the beach dad." She offered. "I really need a man's opinion Do you like it....... a lot?" "I do." "I have one more." She said, taking a quick note of his crotch which showed a bulge. Her heart thumped rapidly. Jean studied herself in the mirror. The third was a black G string with a V patch of cloth covering her crotch. Purchased for effect as red pubic hair tried to escape around the edges, the pubic hair holding the peace of cloth suspended over the lavish bush. The bra was almost nonexistent. She hurried to the middle of the living room. "My Lord girl!" John exclaimed wide-eyed. "You're almost naked! I can't allow you to wear something like that out on the beach." "Dad, I'm almost 21 and a mature woman." She replied sternly, then softened her tone. "I would not wear this on the beach anyway I assure you. I purchased this one for your eyes only." Jean turned slowly in a circle, her butt cheeks totally devoid of covering. "Do you like it?" She asked seductively. "What do you mean you purchased this one for my eyes only?" "You're a wise man dad." She said, moving around the coffee table and standing directly in front of her father, straddling the bottom portion of his legs. "I want to wear this only for you or take it off for you. Your choice! I'm offering what most fathers only fantasize about. On or off? Your choice." She turned one more time. With a long few moments of hesitancy, John studied his near naked daughter standing in front of him. With a word, she could be totally nude. "Take it off sweetheart." He whispered. "Why don't you unzip your fly and let me see what you have to offer in return." John's right hand went to his zipper. Pulling it down and with a few more seconds of hesitancy he fumbled with his briefs, bring forth his mostly firm erection. With a tug at a string the bikini bottom dropped free. The bra was easily removed and dropped. Jean, with some trouble due to the coffee table, went to her knees and with no hesitancy on her part took her father's erection in her right hand and began to stroke it slowly but firmly. John was literally shaking inside as he watched his daughter stroke his cock. He had indeed fantasized about his cute little redheaded daughter but never thought for a moment it was ever possible. 'Lord no!' His mind shouted as he watched her take the head of this cock into her mouth. Jean had learned to be a good cock sucker and gave her father a long few minutes of her expertise. But she knew she needed to consummate this new relationship to ensure total control. She released his cock and maneuvered to her feet. "Do you want to put it in me dad?" "Yes. I do." John replied with heavy breath, think how thin and delicate she looked. Jean straddled her father's legs and reached to hold his cock as she placed it to her and eased herself onto it. She pushed down hard taking it deep and then sat there hugging her father's head, before kissing him full in the mouth. John reached to grip his daughters young, slim, firm ass, squeezing it. Jean leaned back and offered him one of her tits – a firm nipple. He sucked on her nipple hungrily. As her dad sucked on her nipple, she began to move, lifting and dropping onto his most pleasurable 7", not so thick, cock. Slowly, with definite intent, she rode him, letting him enjoying the depths of her pussy. "Is my pussy good dad?" She queried "Yes baby." He whispered. "I can't believe we are doing this." "I knew you wanted this. I wanted it too. Is my pussy as good as Mama's pussy?" "It's better sugar!" He replied, beginning to breathe in a labored manner. Jean knew the erotic, lustful and incestuous coupling of father and daughter would work its magic and there was no need for any frenzied or frantic fucking to bring her father to orgasm. She continued a slow, steady rise and fall of her ass as she listened to her father's ever increasing breathing and moans, mixed with her own authentic groans. "You got a good cock." She whispered in his ear as she now lay against his chest as he gripped her ass. "It's okay if you come in me. I really want you to. Will you give it to me?" "Yes baby! Yes!" He moaned She began to flex her ass to squeeze her pussy muscles tighter, gripping her father's length. A short minute of that was all it took. "Give it to me!" She begged knowingly. "I'm coming baby! I'm commmiinnnnggg!" John groaned loudly. John's hands left his daughter's ass and he hugged her tightly, a feeling of anguish and remorse filling his mind. "I'm sorry baby! I'm so sorry!" He sobbed. "Please forgive me!" "Dad! It's all right!" Jean said soothingly as she hugged his head, his cock still in her. "It's what I wanted. It's what I needed." "But your mother!" He lamented. "What will we say when she finds out?" With total disregard for her father's frantic fretting, she began to pulse downward onto his cock with desire to bring it back to firmness, so she could get her own orgasm. "How is she going to find out dad?" John became aware of his daughters movements on him. Inwardly, he wondered what kind of person, what kind of daughter would seduce her father. His cock was firming up with desire. He pushed the thoughts out of his mind and began to thrust up into her. Jean was soon riding her father hard and fast, moaning and groaning lustfully as she bounced on his cock. She felt his hands gripping her ass, lifting her slightly when needed, shoving into her when needed. She was riding him frantically, climbing the ladder a rung at a time, longing for the top so she could tumble off. With mouth open, her high-pitched moan started in a range not heard for long moments, then an orgasm with a strength she had never felt before shook her from head to toe, and she moaned like a stricken animal. She slammed her ass repeatedly down on her father's stiff cock. John had lost himself in lust again as his young daughter literally fucked herself silly on his rock-hard cock. He could not remember his cock ever been so hard. She slammed hard downwards and his cock erupted for the second time. That had not happened in recent memory. Father and daughter sat still and exhausted for a few long minutes. Jean finally lifted, John's limp cock dropping from her. She stood a bit wobbly and gathered up the small pieces of bikini. She held the material to her pussy. "I'm going to shower dad and go to bed." She said not looking directly at him. "I'll have breakfast ready for you at the usual time." "Good night Jean." John replied, and not knowing what else to say, added. "Thank you." At breakfast the following morning, John entered the kitchen looking like a whipped pup. He still felt some shame from the prior evening's intimacy with his daughter. He drank his orange juice and thanked his daughter when she put the plate of food in front of him. He sat quietly eating not looking up from the plate. "What's bothering you dad?" Jean asked standing behind her father and rubbing his shoulders. "We shouldn't have done that last night." He replied shamefully. "If you wish, I will take all the blame for that." She offered. "We could just forget it ever happened if that's what you want." "I would prefer that Jean." Jean saw her father off to work, did a little housecleaning, ran some errands, and had dinner ready when her father got home at his usual time. She had changed out of her jeans and into a pair of white, tight fitting shorts. She remained barefoot. She retained her white, laced blouse. Father and daughter talked about the usual things during dinner. Everything seemed normal. Accept, John's mind had been on his daughter all day long and he was having second thoughts about things going on as normal. He just did not know how to tell his daughter what his desires were - to fuck her one more time while they still had the house to themselves - then things could go back to normal. Accept, Jean was scheming, trying to figure out a way to lure her father into having sex with her one more time without being so direct - letting him make the move. As she cleaned up the kitchen, her father retired to the living room to watch TV. It was only 7:30 - much too early to go to bed. Jean approached her father. "Dad, I've got some studying to do. I'm going to shower and probably hit the sack after I study a bit. But if you need anything - anything at all dad - anything - please don't hesitate to call me or wake me up." She figured she had left the door open for him should he choose to enter. She showered, then, studied about 45 minutes. She debated whether to put on panties and bra, but decided against it, thinking positively. She cut off her light and laid in the darkness - listening and thinking. John looked at his watch and saw that it was only 9:45. He found it difficult to sit still so he headed to the bathroom for his own shower. After washing and rinsing off, he turned the water to cold and stood under the cold water for many minutes. His erection was firm and he tried to masturbate to orgasm, but his desire was for something more. Drying off, he walked naked the short distance to his daughter's door and knocked lightly. "Are you awake Jean?" He queried quietly after cracking the door 2 or 3 inches. "Yes. Come in." She replied quietly. She could just barely see his nakedness. John enter the room and moved to the side of his daughters bed. "I was thinking sugar. Maybe you would be so kind as to give me a bit more loving? The house is empty and safe and last night was really good but so hasty." "I was hoping you would come to me." Jean said, lifting the covers for her father to join her. John entered the bed and immediately wrapped his daughter in his arms tenderly as she rolled to face him. Their legs intertwined. At 6'1", 185lbs, his statue was considerably larger than hers. A believer in foreplay, he began to stroke her hair and kiss her face lightly. Jean relaxed in the warmth of his embrace as her right hand lay on his hip, her left arm lodged between them, hindering her desire to touch his cock. "I've been thinking of you all day Jean." He whispered. "It's true. You gave me what every father only dreams of. You are a dear treasure." "I have a confession dad." Jean began to relate. "I have been spying on you and mom through y'all bedroom window for over a year. I've watched you fuck mom so good! I could not help myself wanting to be with you just like we are now." "That's quite a confession baby. But it doesn't matter how we got here, I'm just glad I'm here with you." As they conversed, John was peppering his daughter's body with kisses as he worked his way down her body. His left hand fondled her orange sized, firm breasts, thumbing her tiny firm nipples. Family Fun Is Best "How many boys have you been with sugar?" He asked. "Just two." She lied, the real number, including her brother, being five. "But they were so young and immature and always rushing to get their orgasm paying me no mind." More lies! She had dumped two for that very reason. "I've watched you with mom, driving her crazy with your hands and mouth and fucking her so long and good." "You're on the pill then?" "I would not have let you fuck me otherwise." She assured him. He was now down to her belly button and slipping lower with every half minute. His hands cupped her buttocks and lifted her midsection as he kissed and licked her belly, like drinking water from a saucer, then moving to her mound. "You have a lovely full bush of red hair. It drives me insane." He said. "Your mother was a vibrant redhead but her hair has darkened so much with age." In preparation for what was coming, she pulled her knees aft and placed her feet on his shoulders as his face dropped to her pussy." "Oh dad! I feel faint! Please don't stop." She whispered with a sigh of pleasure. John lifted his daughters ass as he explored every nook and cranny of her pussy. Many minutes passed as he was not inclined to bring her to orgasm. Then, without warning, he pushed his tongue into her hole. Jean had been breathing and moaning heavily. But as her father's tongue entered her she began inhaling and exhaling through her mouth like a woman in labor. No boy he had ever done that to her before and she was intoxicated with thought of her father's tongue inside of her. It seemed much more incestuous than having his cock inside of her. It was certainly on par with his cum. Uncontrollably, involuntarily, her ass humped his face. With wanton desire, she quickly withdrew her feet from his shoulders, ordering, "turnover!" and maneuvered over him, inverting - 69 - placing her knees next to his head and her pussy at his face. She took possession of his cock with her left hand and put a good two inches of it into her mouth. She reveled at his hands on her ass and his tongue at her pussy. Jean actually enjoyed sucking a cock - was good at it. John truly enjoyed orally pleasuring a pussy – he too, was good at it. Daughter and father were in their element and had each other high on the rung of the ladder in the many minutes they spent in the 69 position. Repeatedly, John tongue-fucked his daughter and she was much higher up the ladder. Finally, she fell, tumbling quickly totally out of control. She growled deeply with her orgasm sending vibrations through John's cock. John did not degrade his wife by coming into her mouth and he certainly was not going to do it to his daughter. He maneuvered out of position and easily flipped his daughter to her belly laying across the bed, her head at the very edge. He began to ravish her slim, firm buttocks, actually nipping them hard enough to make Jean squeal and swat at him. Repeatedly running his tongue up the crack of her ass made her tightened her ass cheeks, causing her to swat at him more, laughing. Soon, the desire to enter her was overwhelming. He tried to lift her by her waist to her knees. She would have none of it. She had discovered, straddling him on the sofa, that his thin 7" cock pushed deep was a bit uncomfortable at best. At worst, him pounding her skinny ass in an on-her-knees stance, sending his cock deep, was to be avoided if possible. "I want to feel your weight on top of me." She told him, spreading her legs and posturing her ass up slightly. John climbed over her and put his cock to her pussy. He placed it perfectly and pushed into her slowly, still, she moaned loudly, feeling pain and pleasure combined. He stroked into her slowly, holding himself on stiff arms, for long minutes. Ever so slowly he increased his rhythm. Jeans moaning increased proportionately until her moans were almost continuous as her father pumped into her vigorously, his hands now pushing down on her ass firmly. "Come in me! Come in me damn you! Give it to me!" She pleaded like a Mad Hatter. "Harder! Damn you do it! Fuck my ass! COME IN ME! GIVE IT TO ME!" John shoved up into her deep, his cock jerking one, two, three times as he flooded her pussy. He then lowered his full weight onto his daughter. "Don't move." She directed. "That was wonderful!" "That was divine sugar." John added breathlessly. Maneuvering to missionary, after a few minutes of soft, tender fucking, daughter and father went to the bathroom. John washed his cock in the sink as Jean sat on the toilet for a moment or two, then, stepped into the bathtub, adjusted the water and squatted to cleanse her pussy. Toweling himself dry John stood looking at his daughter long moments. "I have enjoyed watching your mother do that many, many times, but never enjoyed it as much as watching you this second. Are you okay by yourself sugar?" He queried. "Of course dad. I'll see you at breakfast." The next morning at breakfast John was more like his normal self, except that he hugged his daughter from behind every chance he got. Upon leaving, they kissed full in the mouth and told each other they loved each other, which they did normally anyway. Closing the door on her father, Jean smiled. Her father was now hooked on her pussy. Now, it was time for the second part of her plan. Jean sat on the edge of her brother's bed stroking his cock slowly but firmly. She had been trying to wake him for a long minute. Finally, he stirred and opened his eyes. Another minute of stroking him, then, she took him into her mouth for a few minutes. He was ready. Jean stood and reached under her nightgown to strip herself of her panties. She climbed over him, straddling him, holding his cock, and eased herself down onto it. She began to move up and back, her ass keeping Billy's cock deep. "I fucked dad – twice - while y'all were gone." "You didn't!" Billy challenged. "He folded quicker than you did." She smiled down at him. "Now it's your turn." "I can't, Jean!" Billy returned. "I've been thinking about it and I'm scared to death. I just can't!" "You can do it and will do it! We have an agreement." Jean chided. "You've got nothing to fear from dad. What is he going to do! I'll admit, with as much pussy as she gives him, she enjoys a good cock and is well satisfied. One could work for you, the other against you. She may resist a little bit, but when she sees or touches your cock, finding out it is so much thicker than dad's, she will be tickled pink." "All right." Billy replied defeated. "Dad is going on a trip in a week. I am going to disappear for a couple days." Jean advised. "When I get back home, I want to hear you got your dick wet. You let me down and you won't be getting any more of this pussy either." Billy sat at the kitchen table watching his mother prepare dinner. Betty was attired in a tight fitting skirt that accented her behind, a mixed tweed in color and a black silk blouse. She was barefoot. At 5'6", she was much more mature looking and more beefier than her daughter, but it was all compact and tight. If you could call it a flaw, she had a slight belly, but it did not show through her clothes. Her hair was dark and curled around her ears, but it had red highlights. "Mom! Be real still!" He said rising from the table and walking towards her. "I think there is a spider on the back of your skirt." Close to her now, he swatted at her rear end a couple of times before letting his hand stroke over her left buttock. "I think I got it." "What the hell do you think you're doing?" Betty challenged. "What!" "You were rubbing my butt!" "I just wanted to make sure your skirt didn't have a stain on it."But I will admit you have great looking ass worth rubbing." "Have you been drinking?" She exclaimed, turning to face her son. "A great ass and I bet some out of this world breasts too. Dad is a lucky man." "Sorry." Betty apologized. "It looked and felt to me like you were fondling my ass." "Well, I couldn't really be faulted if I was, now could I?." Billy returned sarcastically. "You know your ass is lovely. I've seen men stare at it." "Why are you talking like that! I've half a mind to tell your dad!" "If you going to tell dad, I might as well give you something to really tell him." Billy said, closing on his mother and pushing her up against the kitchen counter. He kissed her softly and passionately which surprised her, but what surprised her more was his tenderness – and her willingness to let the kiss linger, instead of slapping his face. "Son! Please. Why don't you go sit down. Supper's ready and you don't want to eat it cold." She said softly, her right hand on his chest pushing him away. "Sit! And I won't tell your dad." He did as directed but when she stood close to him to sit his plate of food in front of him, Billy reached up under her skirt, sliding his hand up to the bottom of her left buttock, before descending between her thighs, stopping his hand on the inside of her right thigh, just inches away from her crotch. "That's it damn it!" She said sternly. "If you can't control yourself, I am going to have to tell your dad. You had better hope he doesn't kick you out of the house!" Betty made no effort to move. "Are you going to remove your hand?" She asked sternly. "Just a little touch?" "NO. I'll slap your face young man!" Billy's hand slowly withdrew, keeping contact to her knee, causing Betty to develop goose-bumps. "Do you not understand what I'm telling you, John!" Betty raged. "He was extremely forward and disrespectful to me!" Betty had not gone into the details of exactly what had transpired, mainly, because of her remorse at not having moved a little quicker to separate from Billy when his hand was up her skirt, on her thigh. "I told you honey, I will talk to the boy." John offered. "Maybe he'd been drinking or on something you couldn't smell. I will take care of it. Now, can we get back to what we were doing?" Betty no longer felt like fucking but she allowed her husband to move between her legs and stick his cock into her. She made no effort to assist. The conversation had left her disgusted as John was not as upset as she thought he should be. Her reputation needed to be defended more strongly. At the moment, he was not worthy of her pussy and she felt like giving it away to a stranger- to show him. Such feelings soon evaporated because she did indeed like to fuck and was soon fully engaged in intercourse, rather than laying passive. More from luck than planning, mother and son were alone again for the weekend. Betty's son had not made any advances towards her, but she eyed him warily whenever they were in close proximity – ready to keep him at arms length. He seemed to act normal which bothered the hell out of her. She wanted him to make advances – to add to and prove her case – or, was that really the reason. After a late lunch, Billy was reclined on the sofa watching TV. Betty approached him around 3:00 in the afternoon. "I'm going out to dinner with Ann and Shirley tonight." She informed him and asked. "They're coming by at 7 o'clock to pick me up. I'm going to lie down after I take my shower. Would you make sure that I'm up by 6 o'clock?" "Sure thing mom." Billy replied, studying his mother's ass as she turned to leave. He had not had a satisfactory opportunity or nerve to press her again. At 4:55, Billy was feeling lazy but he could not help remembering that his sister had threatened to cut him off if he did not make a sincere effort to get between his mother's legs. He had heard from Jean that his dad had foo-food his earlier advance, upsetting his mother and could be just the catalyst needed. He rolled off of the sofa, leaving the TV on, and walked down the hall to his parent's bedroom. He knocked gently on the door and got no reply. He turned the knob, opening the door wide enough to poke his head in and saw his mother lying there on the bed in the darkened room, she having pulled the heavy curtains closed to keep out the afternoon light. He approached the bed and immediately saw her light housecoat was opened considerably, allowing her right breast to be totally exposed. With her left leg bent, the knee pointing outward, the housecoat barely covered her mound. Billy could see a large amount of hair escaping from underneath the housecoat and trimmed in a distinct line inches below her belly-button – an out-y. Discovering his mother obviously nude caused his resolve to strengthen. Billy unzipped his fly, fumbled with his briefs, bringing forth his mostly erect cock. He began to stroke it slowly standing there looking at his mother's exposed areas. Billy soon began stripping himself, confident in his thinking that this time he would prevail. Totally nude now, he dropped to his knees and took his mother's right nipple into his mouth and began to suck lightly, while reaching across to uncover the left one, squeezing it softly. She stirred, but remained asleep. His right hand soon slid down over her belly and Billy spread his fingers, running them through the lavish bush between his mother's legs – in effect, uncovering her virgina. She stirred again straightening her left leg. Billy was more confident than ever. He moved down the bed, placing himself between her legs. He lifted them slowly and gently, pushing them back considerably as he put his face to his mother's pussy. He began to lick and explore the treasure before him. A minute later he heard her moan and glanced up to see her eyes slightly open. "What time is it?" Betty asked calmly, as she awoke fully, now fully aware of what was happening, willing to let her son continue giving her oral pleasure. "5:15." He told her after eying the clock on the bedside table. She made no effort to stop him and laid there contently letting him please her. Her right hand toying with his hair, curling it with her fingers. It was now 5:25. "Come up." She whispered. Billy maneuvered up over his mother. She retracted her legs more and reached to acquire his rigid cock and placed it to her. Due to her wetness, mother and son easily coupled. Billy was feeling the warmth of his mother's body, her thighs pressed against his sides and the wet warmth of his cock inside her. He pumped into her slowly and deeply as he listened to her soft moans. When Billy's cock entered her, Betty was instantly aware that she had something very different and very pleasing inside of her. She was happy that her son had the mind to fuck her lovingly and tenderly. The bed king-sized was luxurious and made no sounds as they fucked in the semidarkness. The only sounds were that of slightly increased breathing and soft moans, with a little groan here or there each time he pushed deep into her. Betty eyed the clock and saw that it was 5:40. She wanted it never to end but knew the time was slipping away. Another 10 minutes she thought, as she hugged her son tightly. She concentrated on his cock, the firmness, the thickness and her wetness. 5:50 came to soon! "Crab my ass sugar." Betty directed. "We don't have time to worry about me. You don't have to pull out of me. I don't want you to pull out of me. Yes! Now. Give it to me. Hard and fast. Yes! Oh fuck yes!" Billy had his mother locked in tight and was fucking her with abandonment intent on doing what she had asked - fill her pussy - her incestuous pussy - with his incestuous cum. Now came the heavy breathing - their moans – her groans and grunts of incestuous intercourse - and a slight wet slapping sound as their bodies meshed together. "Do it Billy!" Betty exclaimed. "Come in Mama! Come in my pussy! Damn him! Damn him all the hell!" Billy groaned loudly as his cock jerked, erupting inside his mother, giving him a most elated and content feeling. There was no feel of guilt or shame. After a few long moments, Betty calmly, feeling no anguish or guilt either, pushed her son to her left side and rose from the bed, gathering her housecoat around her. "I'm going to clean up." She said matter-of-factly. "I need to get dressed when I return, so please be gone from my bedroom. I don't have to tell you that this is our little secret. I don't know if it will ever happen again so treasure this time, as I will." "But you did not come?" "I appreciate your concern but we haven't the time." She said over her shoulder as she turned to leave. She wondered where her son had learned his tenderness and concern. Jean awoke startled to find her brother rubbing the inside of her thigh. "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING IN MY BEDROOM! GET OUT! NOW!" She screamed, without any thought of them being alone in the house. "What the hell Sis?" Billy retorted, jumping to his feet. "I thought you'd be interested in knowing that it's done. Mom and I fucked." Jean calmed down immediately and a smile came to her face. She listened as her brother gave her the details of what had happened. "Okay. It's done. Where is this all leading to?" Billy quizzed after relating his story. "When the time is right you'll see." Jean replied. "Are we alone?" "You had better hope so after screaming at the top of your lungs like that." Billy answered sarcastically. "Are we alone or not?" She asked with her own sarcasm. "Yes! We are alone." "Good! A stupid question, I suppose, you are here in my bedroom with just your briefs on. I told you we don't fuck in my bedroom. Dad and I fuck here. But you're here, so pull them off. And don't be in a hurry! I need a good long fuck. What time is it, anyway?" Jean was anxious but bid-ed her time. There was no rush now that the important things were accomplished - the seduction of father and mother. She had her boyfriend and her brother to give her all the stiff peter she wanted and her dad came to her room when possible. But she desired the ultimate! She kept her brother in the dark as to her plan, told him to be ready on a moments notice and that he would definitely be fucking his mother again, which he had voiced a strong desire to have happen. She warned him not to make any advances towards her. Should she initiate them, Jean advised him to have fun. Betty moved around the living room dusting furniture. She occasionally glanced at her son lounging on the sofa messing with his iPad. Her husband had been gone for four days and was not expected back for another three. Her daughter had gone to the stock-car races with her boyfriend and had told her that she would probably be late. She finally gave up on thinking about it. She approached her son. "If you're not busy, I thought maybe we could take a bath together and you could scrub from my back." "I am not busy at all, mom." Billy replied, a bit surprised as she had not talked to him much over the last four days. He figured she was mulling over what they had done or was holding to her words. Billy got up and followed his mother to the bathroom. He wore only cotton shorts and a T-shirt. His mother had on a jersey T-shirt and black, loose fitting shorts and no doubt a bra and panties. Entering the large bathroom, he watched his mother slip her T-shirt off and reach behind her and unsnapped her bra. She removed it without any hesitancy. "Why don't you let me help you with your shorts?" Billy asked, sitting down on the toilet seat. Betty moved to stand in front of her son and watched him unbuttoned her shorts, pull the zipper down and tug at the legs to pull them off her hips. Billy pulled the shorts to the floor and held them as his mother stepped out of them. He ran his hands up the back of her legs to the bottom of her buttocks, drawing her closer. He kissed lightly at her belly button, sucking on her puckered out button, then, moved to take her right nipple into his mouth, sucking on it tenderly. Family Fun Is Best Betty sighed contentedly as her hands hung straight at her sides. "Where did you learn to be so tender and gentle?" She queried. "I figured you to be a virgin." "I guess it is just my nature." He replied, not offering any answer to her other question. Knowing it was his sister who had taken his virginity and taught him to be a considerate lover. When given his rein, he could ejaculate in mere minutes - on command, so to speak. "May I remove your panties?" "Yes." Billy slipped his fingers under the elastic of his mother's panties and pulled them down slowly. As she stepped out of them, he tossed them on top of the shorts. Pulling her close again, he put his nose into her bush, inhaling deeply. He placed his right hand to her crotch, pressing his palm firmly against her pussy. "Put your finger in me." She directed calmly. Billy pushed his middle finger into his mother, finger-fucking her slowly. She allowed this for a few long minutes. "Pull it out of your shorts." She finally directed. Betty stared at her son's firm erection after he released it over the top of his shorts. It was her first look at its length and thickness. The bright lighting of the bathroom, plus, the late afternoon light coming through the high mounted windows, allowed excellent viewing – of, even the thick vein running the length of the under side of his shaft. She was impressed. She moved forward straddling her son's legs and lowered her ass. A little maneuvering and she lowered herself slowly unto his rigid cock. She began to lift and fall onto the shaft. Billy gripped his mother's ass and helped her with her lift and descent. "Your father is longer, but you are very much thicker and it feels wonderful. It has been a few years since he could get such a rock-hard erection." Betty whispered. Mother and son fucked leisurely for long, long minutes - perhaps 20. She tenderly peppered her son's neck and shoulders with light kisses as he suckled at whichever nipple was within reach at the moment. Reluctantly, Betty slowed to a stop, then, sat still for a few long moments before lifting herself to stand over him. She backed up, walked to the tub, bent over to adjust the water, giving Billy an unintentional look at her brightly lit, auburn color , fur-trimmed pussy . Given a choice, he much preferred his mother's body and pussy over his sister Jean. Betty tossed in a few orbs of sudsy bubble bath oil into the steaming water. She turned to her son and, palm up, waved an irritation with her hand for him to enter the tub first. Billy stepped over into the tub and sat down, backing up to put his back against the tub, giving his mother room to take a place between his legs with her back to him. Betty scooted forward and reclined back against her son. "Tell me again how it is you are such a considerate lover?" Betty quizzed. "And who was the lucky girl - your first? And remember it's your mother that knows you better than you think. Attributing it to your nature is hogwash and you know it!" "It was Jean - on both counts." Billy replied, giving up his sister as easy as breathing air. Do not blame the boy too much as he has a tremendous hard-on for his mother's pussy and considered her the more desirable of the two females in his life - not to mention the fact that his mother was naked in the bathtub with him and was probably going to let him get his dick wet inside of her – he wasn't about to piss her off! "Why am I not surprised." Betty stated. "So, she is the one who convinced you to make sexual advances towards me. And, she no doubt knows I gave in because you told her. I gave it up because I was mad at your father for not busting your ass for your sexual advances. Your sister is a manipulating bitch! Has she seduced your dad?" "Yes. She said she did." Billy replied. "Do you have any idea what her end game is?" "Not a clue." Betty remained reclined against her son for long minutes thinking, trying to come up with an answer to her daughter's scheming. Her son squeezing and fondling her breasts, thumbing her nipples did not help. She finally decided to put it out of her mind. She sat up. "Wash my back sugar and then we will play a little bit." She offered, then continued. "For all of our married life I have used sex to keep your dad wrapped around my finger. Fortunately, because I like to fuck, it has not been much of an inconvenience. Your dad is good at making a woman feel good." "I know." Billy said without thinking. "And you know how?" Betty asked sternly. "Jean has been spying on you two for a long time through the window. Me, a little over a year. Dad likes his foreplay " Betty was amazed at the revelation, but said nothing, only shaking her head. After a good scrubbing, she took the washcloth from her son, maneuvered around to face him, leaning over him to scrub his back. He toyed with her tits. "Of all my female attributes, which one do you like the best?" "Your pussy." He answered, making her laugh. "Would you like to see it up close?" She offered. Lifting her ass, directing her son to put his legs together, she scooted up as far as she could, placing her legs partially over his shoulders. Understanding what position she was trying to achieve, he pulled her closer to him until he was staring at her treasure, only inches away from his eyes. Betty supported herself on her arms and elbows. "Describe it to me." She directed. "Your hole is almost totally obscure by all of the hair but your pussy is beautiful. Your puffy pussy lips extend the length of your crack." With both hands, he fingered open her labia. "The inside is a light pink that becomes a dark red at your hole. It looks very tight as I know it is. And there is your clit. It's about the size of a raisin. A neat little package. Much prettier than Jean's pussy that has loose flaps for lips." He touched her click with his finger. "No, no, no." She checked him. "Not with your finger sugar." Awkwardly, Billy stretched his neck to put his tongue into his mother's clit, instantly eliciting a moan from her. Betty maneuvered to get her ass closer to her son's face. She could feel his cock poking at her back. She reached with her right hand to grasp it. There was only enough room for her to grasp it and squeeze it repeatedly. It was enough to excite Billy to intensify his lapping at her pussy. "Stick your tongue into my hole." She directed. "Oh yes! Tongue-fuck mama's pussy!" Billy learned quick - clit - hole - clit - hole - alternating for long, long minutes. The orgasm came to her slowly as her son's tongue switched from her hole to her clit, causing her to groan loudly through the length of time the orgasm gripped her, fading as the orgasm faded. "Damn! That was good baby!" With a bit of difficulty, Betty maneuvered to come to her knees between her son's feet. She saw about 2 inches of his cock poking through the suds. Before taking it into her mouth, she reached behind her to pull the plug. As the water receded, she took more and more of his shaft into her mouth, rotating her head on it, as her right hand stroked the available shaft. Soon, Billy's shaft stood like a palm tree on an forested island. Betty crawled up, positioned herself over it and lowered her pussy onto it. She began to ride it, not only for her son's pleasure but for her own also. "You allowed me to come inside you?" Billy asked a question in his tone. "Your dad and I agreed, because of his age, that I should be clipped when you were born. It has made sex much easier and nicer. Don't you agree?" "Totally!" "You're not going to come in me already are you?" "Whatever you desire. You don't have to worry. If I do happen to come, I would still be able to fuck you all day long, if you want." "What I desire, is to go to your bed so that we can fuck a bit more comfortably." During the time it took to try off and walk down the hall to her son's bedroom, Betty pondered the future. If Jean was indeed fucking her dad, she would be going off to college soon. Billy would be going to a local college, which brought into question, would her and her son's incestuous relationship continue. It sure as hell would, she assured herself. Than, it struck her! Jean had been arguing all summer for a car she could drive back to college. At home, she drove one of the family cars and had a curfew, which she broke often. It couldn't be that simple! Arriving at the bed, a small twin, she sat down and reclined to her back, spreading her legs, lifting her knees and motioning for her son to get between them. As he joined her, she acquired his cock and placed it to her. "That was breathtaking!" She rallied as his cock entered her and went deep. "Do it hard and fast." Her woofing sounds and her ass matching his quick paced rhythm inspired Billy to stab her unmercifully, as he held himself over her with straight arms. He did so for long minutes until his back needed a rest. He slowed for a few moments. The pain disappearing, he began banging hard into her pussy once more - a quick rest - more pounding - a moment of rest - more pounding - repeatedly, until his mother was literally breathless. "Let me rest a minute Billy!" Betty directed with labored breath. "You've got the energy of youth son!" Billy gathered her up in his arms and cradled her tenderly, keeping his cock pushed deep. Betty began to whimper which lapped into all out crying. "Mom, what's wrong?" Billy asked with a concerned tone. "Parents are not supposed to have sex with their children. Your sister takes too much after me. She has watched me use sex to manipulate your dad. I ever boasted about it to her. I'm to blame for all of this." She lamented, but quickly shut the tears off. "I'm sorry Billy! I get weak and sentimental when I fuck. Let's get back to what we were doing. Let me get on my knees for you! I feel I need to be punished and such a position will accomplish that!" Betty was pushing and pawing her son away from her as she maneuvered to her knees. She postured her ass for the taking. "Show me no mercy." Billy moved in behind her, pulled her left cheek wide and put the head of this cock to her hole and pushed it home. Punishment should not feel so good, Betty thought. "Fuck me hard Billy! Fuck me until I call uncle." She directed sternly. Billy was indeed relentless and unmerciful at fucking his mother from behind. He soon maneuvered to his feet, squatting over her backside as he stabbed into her. Betty was not one to holler uncle. She tried to maneuver forward to lessen his assault on her ass, but was soon up against pillows and the headboard, stopped from any more forward escape. She sounded like a stricken animal - moaning - groaning - with whimpering yelps. How long she lasted? It seemed a long, long time - yet it was only 12 minutes before she pleaded for him to cease. When Billy ceased his assault, she rolled to her back thoroughly exhausted and feeling whipped. To Billy's credit, he promptly but his face to her pussy, probing gently, pushing his hands up under her buttocks. In fact, with his mother he felt more secure and at home with his face at her pussy than his cock inside her. He began to probe the recesses of her pussy, ignoring her more sensitive clit. "That's good sugar." She praised her son. "I feel tired and defeated and this is so relaxing. Take your time and let me enjoy your tongue. Then I will let you give me your cum like the good son you are." Billy, indeed, took his time giving his mother oral pleasure. He slid his hands from under her, wrapping them around her thighs and pulling her pussy open, teasing her fuck-hole. He toyed with the forest on her mound and lightly fingered her Rosebud. Betty was not into anal sex, but having that forbidden hole touched in such a delicate manner was new, provocative and quite pleasurable. She pushed her ass against his finger. "Billy, I'm dying here! Put your tongue on my clit. I need to come." Billy did as directed and in just a few minutes Betty groaned as the orgasm flowed through her. Betty could not remember the last time she had had such a soothing orgasm. She felt very warm all over. "Come up now sweetheart and stick your cock in Mama's pussy." She directed with a loving tone. You are such a good boy always doing what Mama asks." Betty felt tired and drained but she lifted her legs, pulling them aft, to give clear access to her pussy, calling on her reserves to give her son a good fuckl. True to his word, a short few minutes of quick rhythm fucking and he ejaculated inside her. Not even enough time for sexual banter. Also true to his word, he continued to fuck her slowly and tenderly, his cock not losing a bit of its firmness. How she wished she could see his cock pumping into her. She made a conscious decision to do that soon with a mirror are such. "I wished I did not have to get up. I want to just lay here with your come inside of me." Betty sighed. "Then lay here until I clean up and run down to to get us a pizza." "A good idea." She agreed. Billy arrived back home with the pizza, finding his mother making fresh iced tea. They sat at the table eating. "Are you sure you have no idea what your sister's plans are?" Betty quizzed. Billy, with a mouthful of pizza, shook his head, swallowed and answered. "All she said was to expect something anytime." "You want to continue to be with me, don't you Billy?" She asked with intent. "If you do, you will not tell her I know anything. About all we can do is wait." Jean sat watching TV. She watched her mother and father moving it around the kitchen as her mother prepared dinner. She saw her father hugging her mother playing with her ass and breasts at every opportunity. She had seen such foreplay before and suspected with little doubt that they would have sex this night. When her brother arrived home she was quick to inform him that tonight was the night. She added, that he should retire to his room when she did. Still keeping him in the dark, she told him it would probably be between 10 and 11 o'clock, and listen for the light knock at his door. Brother and sister said their good nights to their parents and retired to their rooms around 9:30. Jean changed into her thigh length sleeping gown, removing her underwear. She slipped out her back window, rounded the house, and took a position at the window where she and her brother usually spied into their parent's bedroom. Near 10:30, her parents entered their bedroom. Her father stopped her mother near the middle of the room and they began kissing passionately. Jean had witnessed such a scene many times as they undressed each other with haste and passion. She continued watching until they fell onto the bed naked and groping each other. Another minute or two, then, she rushed to her window and climbed in. Opening her door quietly, she slipped to her brother's bedroom door and knocked lightly. He opened the door fully dressed, distressing Jean. "Get undressed!" She whispered sternly. "Everything off!" Jean waited impatiently for her brother to strip. She led him quietly down the hall to their parent's room. She glanced at her brother's erection, or, lack of. She reached and took hold of his cock and began to stroke it. Billy began to have an inkling of what was going to happen and the thought of fucking his mother in front of his dad brought his erection quickly to firmness. If it turned out that he was only to fuck his sister in front of their parents, that would work too. He thought his sister a deviant genius. Jean's timing on opening the bedroom door was impeccable. By the light of the full moon filtering through the two large windows, John was caught with cock in hand, placed to Betty's pussy. He stopped short of entering her and both heads turned as the kids continued into the room, closing on the bed. "What the hell do you two think you are doing?" John chastised with surprise and astonishment in his tone. What he did not see in the semidarkness was Betty smiling and thinking how sneaky, devious, crafty and brazen her daughter was. Strangely, she took pride in that thought. "We just thought maybe you and mom would like a little company, DAD!" Jean said calmly accenting the word "dad". Did you know that your wife has fucked Billy here. More than once I'm sure!" "Is that true Betty?" John queried, looking down at his wife, still with a smile on her face. "Just as true as you fucking Miss Jean." She answered. "You know what they say, "what's good for the goose, is good for the gander". John's searched for words but found none. His cock had withered. Jean leaned over and looked between his legs seeing his cock limp. "This is a big bed dad." Referring to the large king-size bed. "If you two will separate, giving you and I a little bit of room, I might be able to help with that little problem you have there." Betty was more than willing to do as Jean asked, but under the circumstances she deferred to her husband to decide what they were going to do. He did seem to hesitate for a few long moments, looking from Jean back down to her pussy. "Jean, you are a piece of work!" He remarked, but moved to his right in slow resignation, placing himself on his back, expectant of his reward for his surrender. John noted that his wife moved rather quickly to her right. As Jean kneed herself upon the bed, taking his limp cock into her hand, stroking it, then, into her mouth, John watched his wife beckon their son between her legs - watched her guide his cock into her - watched as they began to fuck slowly, becoming passionate - she, moaning almost immediately. He had not seen her smile, but pondered if his wife had had knowledge beforehand of Jean and Billy entering their room. Jean, sucking on his cock soon worked its magic and he pulled her up to join him. He intertwined his legs with hers and kissed her passionately while fondling her tits. Not to be outdone by his wife's quickness in coupling with their son, John soon ceased his foreplay and put himself between his daughter's legs – she on her back - placing his cock to her. Jean was receptive - wiggling and thrusting her ass to achieve coupling - pulling her legs aft - matching his rhythm - and moaning her own moans of participation. It was Betty's turn to study father and daughter fucking a mere 3 1/2 feet away. They were silhouetted nicely by the moon light. She heard her daughter's moaning and knew it to be genuine. Having been in her daughter's place numerous times beyond counting, she could tell her husband had shelved any concern he might have and was enjoying his daughter's pussy. She felt the need to better him. "Your cock is good baby!" She cooed loud enough to be heard. "Fuck Mama's pussy! Fuck it good!" Jean, not to be outdone, added her own banter, loud enough to be heard. "Fuck your baby girl dad! I love your cock! When you're ready I want you to cum in me!" The thought instantly occurred to John that his son had already and was, this night, going to come into his wife – his mother. He couldn't pen down which was worse! "You two! Stop your competing right now! I won't have it! If we are going to fuck in the same bed, at least lets enjoy it." "Why did you have to fuck her John?" Jean challenged. "Because she had reason to offer her ass up on a silver platter." John replied, as his rhythm slowed to a stop and he lifted up slightly, staring down at his daughter. "Tell us sugar? Tell us why the four of us are in this bed having incestuous sex?" "Billy!" Betty chided. "Stop for a moment, son. Damn it boy! Stop!" "Because I want a car at college. And, I'm almost 21 years old and I'm tired of being told what to do - tired of being grounded - and because, because no matter how insane you two might think it sounds, I've been watching you fuck mom for more than a year and decided I wanted to be with you dad - wanted you to treat me and fuck me like you do her."