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Family Tree

By: TCBanner



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"I really don't think you should be smoking in your condition," Mike reached for her cigarette and got his hand swatted away.

"Get away from me, you fucking commie!" Pearl had another fit of coughing.

"Grandma!" Mike looked at Andrea, squinting.

"He's just concerned about you, Grandma Pearl," Andrea looked uncomfortable.

"Who are you again? Is this another one of your bimbo's, Lance?" Pearl gave Andrea a once over. Tall, thin, long dark hair, and probably wearing one of those commie designer brands that she couldn't pronounce. "She looks like Jilly, only with no hooters!"

Andrea's jaw hit the ground.

"I'm Mikey, Grandma, not Lance. And that's my fiancée? Andrea? You met her at Grandpa's funeral. You said she was a nice girl." Mike felt Andrea's penetrating stare burning a hole in his back.

"Well what the fuck do I know?" Pearl flicked her cigarette off the porch and reached for her pack of Camel's.

"You really shouldn't flick your cigarette butts out here. You could start a fire!" Andrea quickly shuffled into the tall grass to stomp out the half-smoked cigarette, waving her arms at her side to keep her balance in her high-heeled shoes.

"I don't like her. And I don't like this place. I wanna go home," Pearl stared out at the tree line as she lit her third smoke in fifteen minutes.

"What are you talking about, Grandma? This was your idea! Getting everyone to agree to come up here was like pulling teeth!" Mike objected.

"My idea? It most certainly was not!" Pearl adamantly exclaimed.

"You said you wished you could get the family together for something other than a funeral. And I thought about that, and I made it happen. The whole Donovan clan, up at the old cabin just like when we were kids. I thought you of all people would be ecstatic!"

"When you said you were taking me somewhere for a special surprise, I thought we were going for brunch at Denny's! You drug a sick old woman out to this old dump for what again?" Pearl flicked her cigarette towards Andrea, disappointed that it didn't hit her.

"Grandma, the drive didn't seem a little long to be going to Denny's? Do you usually pack a bag for that?"

"When you turn eighty-seven, let's see how good your comprehension skills are. Don't you sass me!"

"But you love this place! You and Grandpa saved for years to buy this cabin so the family would have a place to gather. You guys always said you were gonna come live out here when he retired, in peace," Mike breathed in the scent of the pine trees and cast his gaze down the hill towards the calm water of the lake.

"And look how that turned out," Pearl droned. "Goddamn socialist commie's and their bureaucratic bullshit. We never had a chance."

"Um...yeah. I always loved coming out here. It's beautiful," Mike quickly changed the subject. "So many memories. It wasn't easy talking Andrea into coming up here. She's not the out door type."

Pearl cackled until she began to cough. "I can tell exactly what type she is. You're a wimp, Mikey. Now take me home. I don't want to be here."

Mike knew to ignore comments like that. To say anything in reply was to invite more of the same. "But Grandma! The whole family is coming!"

"The whole family? Since when do any of those fuckers ever come up here? It's not like your grandfather and I didn't try to get you guys together, every year, and all of you had your excuses. What a waste. We should have bought a timeshare in Las Vegas. Then you all would've come and seen us. The bunch of sinful heathens' you are."

"Awwww, Grandma, you don't mean that," Andrea chimed in, as she carefully waded through the grass back towards the old wood cabin. "We really want you to have a ahhhhh!"

Pearl burst out into laughter as Andrea twisted her ankle and went face first into the ground.

"Sweetie? Are you ok?" Mike hurried to help his fiancée up from the dirt.

"Damn it, Mike! I fucking hate all this...this...wilderness shit! Look at my dress! Two thousand dollars, Mike! This is such a stupid idea!" Andrea fumed, pushing him away as she tried to wipe the dirt off her Chanel dress.

"This is a forest, not a shopping mall, missy! Maybe you should dress for the terrain!" Pearl had to hold herself up on the railing as her fit of laughter continued.

"I'm so sorry, sweetie. But maybe you should go change," Mike wiped the sweat from his clean-shaven head. It was unusually hot for spring.

"Or maybe we should cancel this whole stupid fucking idea of yours! You see what happens, Mike? Do you see? I give you a chance to do something you want to do, and look how it turns out!"

"Sweetie, it's no big deal. It's just..."

"No big deal? No big deal? My fucking dress, Mike!" Andrea screamed. "Even your grandma hates this place!"

"Oh, I'm starting to like it again!" Pearl wheezed.

"Sweetie..."

"Just shut up, Mike. Shut, up, you idiot!" Andrea stormed towards the Range Rover, almost twisting her ankle again, and sat in the passenger seat, slamming the door and folding her arms in front of her.

Mike started after her, holding the thirty-four inch waistline of his pants to keep them from falling. Ever since he'd lost nearly a hundred pounds, he found that he lacked the broad ass he needed to hold his pants up without a belt.

"Don't be such a pussy, Mikey! You can't let that bimbo talk to you like that! Grow a pair!" Pearl shouted, halting him in his tracks.

"Grandma, could you be a little nicer, please?"

"I am being nice. She's lucky I don't pop her right in the kisser!" Pearl waved her dainty fist in the air.

Mike stared at his angry lover and then back at his fiery grandmother, not knowing what to do. "You wanna go home, Grandma? Fine, get back in the truck and I'll drive you home. Maybe you're right. This was a bad idea."

"What? Nonsense. We just got here. I'm staying."

Mike slouched and put his hand to his forehead. "Now you want to be here?"

"Come here, Mikey. Let her be for now," Pearl waved him over.

Mike walked back to the porch with the enthusiasm of a scolded dog.

"If you want my advice, throw her back and toss out another line. Plenty of fish in the sea."

"That's what you called me over here for? I love her, Grandma. Clearly you don't like her, but I have to do what's in my heart," Mike replied, watching as a grey mini-van approached up the long dirt road.

"Don't be a sap. That bimbo is a flaming bitch, and a whore, and you could do better if you had any balls. Are you sure we're related?" Pearl slapped him upside the back if his head.

"Grandma, I..."

Pearl shushed him. "Listen, Mikey. You're hopeless. Go marry the broad if you want. Just remember when you get divorced, that grandma told you better, ya dumbass. What I want to say is," she coughed, "I'm old. And sick. I won't be here for any more of these things."

"Well maybe if you'd quit smoking so much..."

"Hush. Is everyone coming up here? Everyone?" Pearl said, in as serious of a tone as Mike had ever heard.

"The whole family, Grandma, almost."

"Your cousin Jilly?" Pearl asked, hopefully.

"Jill is very busy these days," Mike said, diverting his eyes from Andrea's look of death. "Her job has her running around a lot. It's too bad because I really wanted to see her. I was hoping you could talk to her?"

"Jill has never been too busy for me. She's the only grandkid I have that still makes time to see grandma."

"Well, I would have come by more often but..."

"You've had your head up your spoiled princesses ass," Pearl cut him off again. "I'll call Jilly, she won't say no to me. What about Lance?"

"Lance?" Mike paused. "I don't think anyone wants to see Lance."

"No, you don't want to see Lance. Get over it. Blood is thicker than water."

"But..."

"I know what happened. I'm not the senile old bat you think I am," Pearl began digging for another smoke.

Mike's expression grew dark as he stared into the front seat of the Range Rover. Andrea caught his stare and her face quickly changed from angry to worried. "If you know, then how can you expect me to be around him? And for the record, I'm positive I'm not the only one who doesn't want him here. Jill, for example?"

"I beg to differ on that point. You need to understand that it wasn't personal. It wasn't right what he did, but things need to be resolved before I'm not around to fix them anymore. Be a good boy, Mikey. Call and invite him. And if he gives you any shit, you tell him that if he doesn't get his narrow ass up here this weekend, when I die, I will personally haunt him for the rest of his natural life, and I'll get Grandpa to help me!"

"Well, I suppose he can't say no to that. But just don't be mad if I end up punching him in the face," Mike pouted.

"You?" Pearl covered her mouth and fought back her laughter. It hurt to laugh. "I'll take my chances. Now go get my bags and bring them inside. I want to change before supper."

"Ok, Grandma," Mike reluctantly submitted as Pearl kissed his forehead.

"Hey, Mikey! Good to see ya!" A voice hollered from the grey mini-van that had parked behind his SUV.

"Hey aunt Vicki," Mike said, somberly, as the portly woman exited the vehicle with outstretched arms.

"You sure look like you're in a pissy mood," Vicki made her way around the Rover and gave Mike a hug.

"Grandma insisted that I call and invite Lance," Mike grumbled.

Vicki gave him a concerned look. "Lance? Oh."

"What?" Andrea rolled down the window, "You're not really going to call him are you?"

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"Yeeeeaaaah! Yeeeeaaaah! Burn baby! Buuuuurn!"

Jill Donovan sighed and set down her hairbrush. She flung the bathroom door open and stared angrily at the naked, muscle bound freak standing in her hotel suite. "Can I ask, why you are still here?"

"Hey, babe. You got any protein shakes?" Johnny inquired from his squatting position, as he pulled the end of the dresser up to his chin.

"Does this look like a GNC? What the hell are you doing?" Jill placed her hands on her hips.

"I love to work out after sex. After I get all the juices flowing I just love to feel the burn!" Johnny grunted.

"And so you molest the furniture in my hotel room? Put the dresser down, please."

"What's up? You want some more of this? I'll wax that pussy all night, babe!" Johnny said, confidently.

"If I want it waxed, I'll go to a spa, thank you very much," Jill picked up his shirt, and kicked his underwear towards him. "Jack, Jim, whatever your name is, let me tell you what I like to do after sex -- that is if you can even call three minutes of grunting and gyrating like you're having an epileptic seizure, sex. I like to sleep. Alone," she shoved his shirt into his chest, "Good bye."

Jill strutted back into the bathroom and slammed the door. She returned to brushing her long, black hair as she tried to remember if she packed her favorite toy. The orgasm she'd promised herself tonight was still waiting to happen. But she had to get some sleep before her meeting in the morning, and the longer Joe, or John, or whoever-the-fuck, lingered, the less likely that orgasm became.

Jill looked at herself in the mirror and frowned. "You sure know how to pick the winners, Jilly girl."

Johnny was good looking, built like a tank, confident - cocky even, and as a bonus, he was packing a big surprise. And still he wasn't even good for the only thing she wanted from him, to be fucked, hard.

He was more into himself than her, trying for style points rather than just getting the job done. Had that clueless fucker actually stopped to look at himself in the mirror and fix his hair while trying to screw her, or did she imagine that part? She definitely hadn't imagined the way he kept looking down at his own dick and commenting on it's size as he slid it in and out of her slippery hole, like he badly wanted to take a picture of it. Things like that used to be funny - morning coffee banter with her girlfriends - but now they were just frustrating. Such was the story of her sex life.

Weren't men supposed to be the ones who hunted, and who conquered? What happened to the men who were just men? Jill wondered. It seemed like she'd assumed that role, and it felt desperate.

Jill was tired of trolling dive bars in every city to get laid. How pathetic was that? Her friends could go to the grocery store in sweat pants and a wrinkled T-shirt with no make up and get hit on. But she always had to make the first move. Guys would stare, but never speak until spoken too. And when they spoke they babbled like idiots. Why did she have to approach men like some cheap, desperate, slut just to get a piece?

It was her dad's fault. Those damn genes of his. He was probably the tallest man to never play pro basketball.

Being six feet tall, and female, had never been easy for Jill. Picked on as a kid, they used to call her Giraffe, Flag Pole, and Tree. And as an adult it seemed like she intimidated everyone, especially men. They looked at her like an Amazon. She saw the lust they had for her, but also the fear. But what the hell were they so afraid of?

Women weren't much better. But at least they usually had the guts to approach her. Being pursued was something she enjoyed immensely. But when it came to the sex, they all seemed to have the expectation that she'd be the dominant and aggressive lover that she herself wanted to be taken by. Jill had no desire to wear the pants in any intimate relationship. She wanted to be made to submit, to be ravished, taken - by force even, to be conquered.

Jill untied the front of her robe and pulled it back, letting the silk fabric hang at her flanks. She traced the contours of her ample bosom with the tips of her long, manicured nails, admiring them. She turned sideways and let her robe slip off her shoulders as she ventured her hands further down her milky Irish skin, taking in her flawlessly curved silhouette in the mirror.

Not an once of fat existed on that tall frame of hers, something her friends perpetually loathed her for. At least daddy's DNA had been good for something, she mused. She could eat like pig and not gain a pound, though she would've gladly traded her love of cheeseburgers for a Billy Blanks Tae Bo video if she could be a few inches shorter.

Jill loved her body, save for her height. Jill loved her penetrating green eyes, and her cute button nose, and her always shiny, soft, pink lips. Jill was all woman, phenomenal and goddamn sexy at that, even if she did say so herself. She just wished she could find someone who knew how to make her feel like one.

"Yo, babe?" Johnny pounded on the door.

Rolling her eyes, Jill swung the door open again, for a moment enjoying the hungry look he gave her as his eyes did a split second scan of her nudity. "You're still here? What!"

"Oh, uh, your phone rang so I answered it. It's some chick named Pearl," Johnny was fixated on her quickly hardening nipples.

Jill's mouth hung open in amazement. "Some chick? That's my grandmother you fucktard! You answered my personal cell phone? Are you fucking stupid? How dare you invade my privacy! Get the fuck out!" Jill snatched the phone from him and slammed the door.

"Grandma?" Jill fumbled the phone as she tried to put her robe back on.

"Hey, pumpkin. Who was that?"

"Nobody, Grandma."

"A man answers your phone and you tell me it's nobody?"

"Just a friend."

"A friend? Uh huh. Who are you talking too?"

"Um...so how have you been?"

"What's this about you not coming out to see the family this weekend?"

"Grandma, you know I'd love to see you, but I've been so busy lately. My job, you know?"

"Too busy to come and say goodbye to a dying old woman?" Pearl was silently laughing on her end of the phone. "You know, this will probably be my last family reunion. There isn't much time left." Pearl began to cough, purposely, until she couldn't help but cough for real.

"Oh my god, Grandma! What's wrong?" Jill felt her eyes begin to water. "Are you ok? What's happening?"

"Oh aren't you sweet. You know you were always my favorite. I've been sick for some time now, as you know. And since Mikey was dear enough to put on one last family get together this weekend, I was just hoping to get one last look at everyone before I get to go to be with Grandpa again."

"I hate it when you talk like that," Jill wiped her tears on her sleeve, "I can't imagine you not being here anymore. Please tell me you're just playing a trick on me like last time?"

"Sorry, pumpkin. But I feel it coming. I know you're a busy girl with that fancy job of yours. I'm so proud of you, Jilly. I just wanted to see your beautiful smiling face again is all. But don't trouble yourself. If you can't make it, I'll just have to hang on a little longer...if I can."

"Awwww, I'm coming grandma! Mike didn't tell me you had gotten worse. And why didn't you tell me? You know I would have come and stayed with you!"

"I just don't want to be a burden. I've had my time, it's your world now. I'm just a frail old woman waiting for my chance to see my husband again. I'm no one important anymore," Pearl cringed, realizing she was laying on the guilt a lot thicker than needed. Surely Jill was smart enough to see through this.

"That's ridiculous! I'm coming to see you no matter what you say!"

"Well, I can't stop you. Just don't trouble yourself on my account. I'm sure everyone wants to see you again. Mike is here, and some bimbo he brought with, your aunt Vicki, aunt Patti, June, Uncle Sammmy, Jeffrey and the boys, a few others," Pearl paused to clear her throat, "And I heard the ever elusive Lance might even make an appearance."

Jill nearly dropped the phone. "Lance is coming? Are you sure?" Her eyes began racing around the room.

"So I hear, anyhow."

"Oh, that's, um, nice, I guess," Jill shot out of the bathroom and ran into the hallway. Johnny was just stepping into the elevator. She ran down the hall holding her robe closed in the front, pushing through the stairway door with her shoulder and trotting down the stairs.

"Yes, it is nice. Wouldn't it be nice to see Lance again? Lord knows, for sometime I thought he might be dead."

"I think he sort of wanted it that way, Grandma. I'm a little surprised that he'd suddenly decide to show up again. And everyone else is ok with him being there? Even Mike?"

"Forgive and forget I always say. Except for those commie bastards that stole Grandpa's pension!"

Jill flew out of the stairwell into the hotel lobby and chased Johnny out the revolving doors into the brisk night air as a handful of stunned hotel workers watched her intently. "Well, I'm coming out, Grandma, I promise. But can I call you right back? I'm kind of in the middle of something!"

"Ok, pumpkin. Talk to you soon," Pearl grinned as she hung up the phone.

"Uhhh, Joe!" Jill hollered after him, but he kept walking down the near empty street. "Jack! Jeff! John?"

Johnny finally turned around, looking at her quizzically.

"You don't look like a John," she mumbled to herself as she approached him. "So, um, I was wondering, do you have any plans for this weekend?"

Johnny gave her a suspicious glance. "Maybe, why?"

"Do you like cabins?"

"Cabins? Like, in the woods?"

"No, like in Times Square, you fucking clown! Yes in the woods!"

"Look, babe. You're hot and everything, but you're a little too bitchy for my taste," Johnny turned and started walking away.


Family Tree



Jill sighed. Great, another pussy ass, overly sensitive man who needed to be coddled. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it, baby," Jill put on the most exaggerated pouty face she could muster. "I don't want you to leave."

"You want me to go to a cabin?" Johnny looked confused. "Why? We barely know each other, and you really don't seem to like me all that much."

Jill looked around to make sure nobody was watching, and flung open her robe. "Is this a good enough reason for you?"

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"Second one on the left Frankie. Black hair, purple dress, killer fuckin' body."

"Purple dress? That's fuschia, actually."

"What kind of fuckin' fag are you, Frankie? Fuschia? That's a color that registers in your brain?" Lance Donovan lit up a Marlboro and blew the smoke out of his nose. "I'll make sure I never drop the soap around you, cupcake."

"You can't smoke in here, Lance. You know better," Frankie warned.

"And I don't give a flying seven-forty-seven fuck, you know better, Frankie."

"Why am I your friend, again?" Frankie shook his head as he popped the top off of a Corona, inserted a lime and headed to the opposite end of the bar where the girl in the fuschia dress sat.

"Cause I get you laid, ya fat fuck!" Lance yelled after him. He eyed the gorgeous brunette hungrily as the bartender presented her with the drink, when his cell began to vibrate in his pocket. He checked the caller ID before answering. "Mikey? What's up, fuck stick?"

"Hey, nice to talk to you too, Lance," Mike's sarcasm was evident.

Lance chuckled, "Yeah. I doubt it. What the hell do you want, ass clown?"

"It's not what I want, believe me. But Grandma Pearl insisted that I call and invite you to a little family gathering we're having up at the cabin this weekend."

"Have you checked the temperature in Hell lately? Cause if it ain't under thirty-two degrees, I think I'll pass," Lance winked at the girl across the bar as Frankie pointed out the man who'd gifted her the beer.

"Well then it's settled. Have a nice life, Lance!" Mike jubilantly exclaimed.

"Yeah, and don't forget to go fuck yourself like I told you last time," Lance hung up the phone and began making his way towards his target for the night.

"Slow up, cowboy," Frankie reached across the bar and grabbed Lance's arm. "I think that guy sitting next to her is her boyfriend, and he didn't look happy."

"Do I look happy, Frankie? Do I? No. Because that hot piece of ass still has all her clothes on, so I'm fucking miserable. Life sucks, tough shit, he'll get over it," Lance pulled away and continued forward.

"Damn it, Lance," Frankie turned and opened the cabinet that held his baseball bat.

Lance shoved his way in between the girl and another patron and rested his arm on the bar, ignoring the 'fucking jerk' comment from the guy behind him. "Enjoying your drink, miss lady?"

"Sure, thanks," she smiled and then quickly looked away.

"No honey, thank you."

"Thank me? For what?" she asked, cautiously.

Lance looked her up and down and then stared into her soft green eyes. "For wearing that dress. If the last image I was to see before I died, was you in that dress, I'd die with a big fuckin' Kool-Aid smile on my face. But I guess I'd have to die wondering, what was that rare beauties' name?"

"Alexandra," the girl chuckled. "My name is Alexandra, but people just call me Alex."

"Alex, you have got to be the prettiest damn thing these eyes have seen in a long time. And these eyes have seen a lot," Lance looked at her intently. Her smile spoke volumes, and her body language was inviting. Lance matched her smile, exchanging messages without even speaking.

"You're sweet. But you're not even going to tell me your name?" Alex sipped her gifted Corona.

"I'm..."

"Alright, enough of this shit. Take a walk buddy. She's busy," the man beside her slid his barstool out and stood in Lance's face.

"Yeah, busy talking to me," Lance straightened up.

"Bruce, don't start another fight. Don't you think I get sick of it?" Alex scolded the barrel-chested man.

"Quiet. This guy is hitting on you right in front of me! You don't see it?" Bruce complained.

"What's the matter Bruce, you can't handle someone giving the lady a compliment?" Lance winked at her. "You don't think she deserves a compliment?"

"Buddy, just do yourself a favor and get the hell out of here," Bruce warned.

"Not until you answer the question. Does she or does she not deserve to be complimented? Is this not the hottest woman in this entire bar? The sexiest woman you've ever laid eyes on? Because she is to me!"

"What? She...fuck off, will ya?" Bruce shoved him in the chest.

"So that's a no? Really? You don't tell her how amazing she is? What kind of man are you?" Lance looked at Alex, seriously.

"A possessive jerk," Alex mumbled into her beer.

"Shut your face, bitch!" Bruce pointed a warning finger at her. "Look asshole, you got five seconds to get the hell away from her before I mop the floor with your stupid fucking face!" Bruce balled his fists up.

"Your stupid fucking face," Lance mocked him in an effeminate voice.

"Five!"

"Four!" Lance echoed, not budging. His phone was ringing again.

"Three!" Bruce puffed out his chest.

"T...what the...excuse me," Lance answered his vibrating cell phone without moving. "What!?"

"Ouch, will you please stop, Grandma! Lance, it's Mike."

"Great, one douche bag in my face, and another in my ear. Did you go fuck yourself yet, Mikey?"

"Ha, ha, ha, Lance. Look, as much as I'd love to let you die as a long forgotten memory, Grandma says you have to come."

"Have to? Last I checked, thirty years old was a legal age to do whatever the hell I wanted to, and not do whatever I don't. Tell that old Harpie to expect me sometime between now and never," Lance flipped off Bruce, who was standing by with an annoyed look on his face.

"Look, what's your problem anyway? If anyone has a reason to be mad, it's me. I don't appreciate you talking about grandma that way, you...jerk!" Mike snapped.

"You know why I don't like you Mikey? Cause you're a fucking fraud. Fake as a Beverly Hills blonde's tits. Now go outside and suck off a grizzly bear or something," Lance ended the call and faced Bruce. "And you? Did you just let me take a time out? Seriously? Like fourth grade? If I wanted to kick some guys ass and he told me to hold on while he took a call, I would have shoved that phone up his piss hole. Not only do you not appreciate this drop dead gorgeous woman, you're a fuckin' pussy!"

"Motherfucker! You're dead!" Bruce slammed his fist on the bar and snatched Lance by the collar, rearing back to strike.

"Enough!" Frankie slammed his baseball bat on the bar. "Don't be starting this shit in here!"

"Yeah, Bruce," Lance discretely put his hand on Alex's thigh and gave it a squeeze.

"But this asshole is hitting on my girl!"

"Pussyyyyyy," Lance taunted him

"Get the fuck away from them, Lance," Frankie pointed his bat at Lance's face.

"What? Frankie..."

"I'm getting tired of this shit, Lance. I'm trying to run a business here. If you don't like it, go find someone else to support your drinking habit," Frankie demanded.

"That's cold, Frankie. You're supposed to have my back," Lance reluctantly stepped away and walked back to his seat.

After calming the jealous man down, Frankie walked back to the other side of the bar. "What's wrong with you? You don't respect anything, or anyone. Not even the people that are supposed to be your friends. Ya think it's time to grow up any time soon, Lance?"

"That guy's an asshole," Lance reached over the bar, grabbed the first bottle he saw and took a swig.

"And what about me? Am I an asshole too? Cause you keep fucking me over! I let you drink what you want, fuck drunk whores in my backroom, and act like more of a jerk than any over served bar fly ever has, and that's before you start chugging whiskey like water. No more, Lance. No more. Get your shit together!"

"Dang, that's harsh," Lance smirked at him. As he took another long swig and set the bottle back on the bar, he made eye contact with Alex, who gave him a wink as she passed him without turning her head. "You know what, go give that guy a shot, on me. A peace offering."

"On you? Since when do you have any money?" Frankie caught the exchange between Lance and Alex and shook his head.

"Put it on my tab, buddy," Lance slapped Frankie on the arm. "You're a good friend."

"Fine. But don't even think about doing what you're thinking of doing," Frankie's tired, old blue eyes looked dire.

"What? Her?" Lance looked over his shoulder at the ladies room. "Frankie, you ask too much."

"Black hair, green eyes, every one of them. You're obsessed. Dangerously, obsessed."

"I have no idea what you mean," Lance looked smug.

"You're a sick puppy, Lance."

Frankie poured a shot of whiskey and brought it to Bruce, who looked surprised. Lance raised his bottle and Bruce raised his glass from across the bar, and the two took a chug together, before Bruce turned his attention back to the baseball game on the big screen.

Lance placed the bottle back on the rail and headed for the ladies room.

"You're too good for him, you know that right?" Lance carelessly strutted into the ladies room, oblivious to the uncomfortable stare of a stranger reapplying her make-up in the mirror.

"Tell me something I don't know," Alex fumbled through her purse. "You're sweet."

"I think you meant to say sweet, and good looking," Lance smiled, leaning against the sink, tracing her figure with his lustful eyes.

Alex shrugged, looking over the tall, sandy blonde haired man. "I guess there is that too."

"Do you mind?" The other woman in the bathroom gave him a dirty look.

"Do I? Not at all, sweetheart. You're doing a great job. Although a pretty face like that doesn't need so much make up."

The lady smiled and looked down at her purse. "You gonna be ok in here, honey?"

"I think so," Alex smiled at her.

"Ok then," the lady grabbed her purse and walked out.

"My, uh, friend, is gonna wonder what's taking so long," Alex stared at the door.

"Bruce? Fuck him."

Alex rolled her eyes. "I try not to."

"Doesn't matter," Lance said, putting his hand on the small of her back. "You're with me now."

"Is that right? You think so?" Alex took a step back and found her back to the stall.

"Like you don't already know," Lance pressed his lips into hers and felt any hint of resistance melt away instantly. Their tongues fought for territory in each others' mouths as Lance gripped her tit firmly, pulling it from under the fabric of her dress and immediately wrapping his mouth around it.

Alex rolled her head back and raised her leg as his hand swiftly moved up her thigh, pulling her dress up with it. Lance fully intended to tear away her panties in one forceful grab, but found there were none to tear off.

"Naughty girl," Lance grunted, feeling the smooth skin of her bare pussy between his fingers. "You do this sort of thing all the time?"

"Do you?" Alex moaned, unzipping his jeans and gripping his fully erect tool.

"What if I do?" Lance licked her all the way up her sweet smelling neck and planted his mouth hungrily over hers.

"Then you're as naughty as me," Alex breathlessly panted. "No more questions. Fuck me," Alex's voice got raspy.

"Goddamn fucking whore! I'll fucking kill you both!" Bruce's voice bellowed from behind Lance's back.

Before he could turn around he felt himself being drug backwards and the next thing he knew he was hitting the wall. Down on his hands and knees a boot came flying his way and gave him a swift kick in the stomach. His phone began ringing.

"How about another time out, buddy?" Lance tried to pull himself up and heard Alex scream, then she landed on top of him. "You hit girls, you pussy?"

"You don't when to shut the fuck up, do you?" Bruce tried to kick him again but this time Lance grabbed his leg and flung him backwards, spilling him out the door into the main bar.

Lance rushed him too late as Bruce got his balance back and tossed him into a table full of stunned barfly's, sending a table full of beers flying everywhere. Lance quickly recovered and made another go at him but a bottle crashing over Bruce's head sent him to the floor before he could get there.

"Nice one," he smiled at Alex, who stood with a bloody lip and a broken bottle in her hand.

"I warned you, shithead," Frankie gave Bruce a hard kick in the nuts before his bouncer drug the dazed man out the door.

"Told you he was an asshole, Frankie," Lance looked at his ringing phone and put it back in his pocket.

Frankie raised the baseball bat, and swung one-handed, hitting Lance squarely in the ribs, toppling him over like ton of bricks. "And I warned you too! Enough of your shit! Every fucking night it's the same thing! I should have done this a long time ago!" Frankie picked Lance up by the back of his shirt and rushed him out the door head first, spilling him out into the parking lot on his face.

"Ahhh, shit, Frankie. I get it, ok? I get the point. My bad," Lance coughed, holding his stomach underneath him.

"Lance, do not step foot in this establishment, ever again. I'm washing my hands of you, boy. I'm too old for this shit," Frankie turned and walked back into the bar without another word.

"Does this mean I don't have to pay my tab?" Lance rolled over into a fetal position. "Oh, hey sexy. Enjoying your night?" He saw Alex standing over him.

"Only slightly more than you, I think," Alex knelt down beside him and examined his wounds. They were minor.

Lance looked at his ringing phone again and shook his head. "What the fuck do you want, shit bird!" he answered. "Oh, Grandma?" he winced. "Same question then. Uh huh. Fuck you, ya old bat. What? When. You sure? Grandma, don't fuck with me. Yeah, you're still an ornery old bitch, aren't you? Fine. Love you too. See ya."

Alex looked at him, dumbfounded. "That's how you talk to your grandma?"

"We have a special relationship," Lance rolled onto his back. "Say, Alex, what's the craziest thing you've ever done?"

"Hmmmm, let me think. Probably letting a pimp named Bruce drag me half way across the country to sell my ass to drunken slobs in a shitty little town I can't even point to on a map."

"Really?" Lance's face registered his genuine shock.

Alex gave him a dirty look. "You don't look like someone who's in a position to judge others."

"I won't argue there," Lance slowly began to rise to his feet with her help. "So by comparison, being drug a quarter of the way across the country by a total stranger to a family reunion in the middle of the woods wouldn't be all that crazy?"

"If you're offering to get me the hell out of here, I accept. But let's make it quick, because if I know Bruce, he's going to get his gun."

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"So this is where you grew up, huh? Fucking weird," Johnny looked at the secluded old cabin like he'd never been outside of Manhattan in his life.

"I didn't grow up here. We just used to come here a lot when we were kids," Jill scanned the landscape around her.

It was impossible not to smile. Everything looked the same. The pines and the elms, the tall grass and the water down below, the smells, the sounds, it all brought her back to a simpler time in her life. But in some ways, a far more complicated one.

Cars lined the long dirt trail leading up to the cabin, many of which she didn't recognize. Save for her grandpa's funeral four months earlier, she hadn't seen most of her relatives in years.

Up on the porch she spotted Mike, Grandma Pearl, Aunt Patti, and a woman she didn't recognize sitting on lawn chairs around a cooler.

"Don't fuck up," Jill forcefully grabbed Johnny's hand and headed towards the cabin. "Oh my god, it's so good to see everyone!" she gushed as soon as she was within earshot.

"Wow. I mean, just...wow. Jill, you look amazing! Come here and give me a hug!" Mike stood up and embraced his cousin tightly.

"Hi Mikey," Jill found his excessively tight hug a bit suffocating. "So where is everybody?"

"Most of 'em are down by the lake. Uncle Sammy is trying to get the old pontoon going again," Pearl had a smile on her face that made Jill curious.

"Everybody already here then?" Jill inquired, finally escaping Mike's clutches and taking a step back.

"Everyone except for him," Pearl kept smiling, her shaking hands working a fresh cigarette out of a new pack.

"Oh," Jill was clearly disappointed. "I mean, who? Who do you mean, Grandma?"

"You know who I mean."

"And you remember my fiancée, Andrea, I hope?" Mike tugged Andrea, who seemed abnormally aloof, to his side.

"Yes, of course," Jill forced a smile at Andrea. "Hi."

Andrea locked eyes on Johnny and grinned. "Hello."

"Have a cold one, Jilly girl," Aunt Patti tossed her a Budweiser from the cooler. "Does your friend drink?"

"Fuck yeah! I mean, yes please, thank you, I would like a cold beverage if it's not too much trouble," Johnny recalled the 'anti-caveman training' Jill had given him on the flight from New York.

"So who is this big guy? Your bodyguard?" Mike looked at the muscular man in the undersized tank top by her side.

"This is the love of my life, Johnny," Jill squeezed him affectionately and planted a kiss on his cheek.

"Yep, love her to death. Great girl," Johnny even changed the pitch of his deep voice to sound more chipper.

"The man who answered the phone last night," Pearl looked at him suspiciously.

"Hey, Johnny," Andrea was beaming ear to ear as she nonchalantly gave his bicep a squeeze while greeting him.

"Huh. Last I talked to you, you weren't seeing anyone. In fact you were complaining a lot about how badly your love life sucked," Mike chuckled.

"Thanks for being discrete, Mike," Jill said, through clenched teeth as she hugged Johnny tighter.

"So where did you guys meet? How long have you been dating?" Mike quizzed.

"At a bar a couple weeks ago," Johnny answered, while simultaneously, Jill had replied, "At work, a couple of months ago."

"At a bar, after work, a few months ago," Jill clarified, noting everyone's confused look as she discretely kicked Johnny in the shin. "Two, three, five, months ago, who's counting? Time flies when you're in love!" Her fake smile was hurting her face.

"Stop asking so many questions, Mike. It's rude. You can be such a loser sometimes," Andrea rolled her eyes.

"Honey, I was just..."

"Shut up, Mike. Everyone is done talking about it," Andrea snapped.

Mike hung his head and an awkward moment of silence overtook the group, except for Pearl who quietly remarked, "One of these days, tramp."

"Jilly, come inside and help me with something, will you?" Pearl stood at the door to the cabin and motioned in her in.

"Uhhhh, ok. Come on, lover," she tugged on Johnny's arm.

"Have another beer, Johnny, and relax. We won't need you," Pearl smiled.

Jill reluctantly let go of his hand, fearful of what he might say in her absence. "Stay quiet and don't get plastered," she whispered in his ear before following Pearl into the house.

"So how are you doing, Grandma? You look better than I expected. You had me so worried on the phone!" Jill hugged her tightly as soon as they were inside. "I knew you were pulling my leg."

"Oh, you know, I'm a tough old bitty, I'm hanging in there. Don't you worry about me. Tell me, who is that man outside?" Pearl held Jill's shoulders firmly.

"What...do you mean?" Jill knew her roaming eyes were giving her away.

"Twenty-nine years and you've never gotten away with a lie, girly, you think I'm too old to catch you now?"




Family Tree



"Please don't say anything," Jill pleaded.

"Who me? I'm Mona Lisa, I just smile and keep my mouth shut," Pearl winked.

Jill raised an eyebrow. "You're not known for either of those things, Grandma."

"This isn't like you, Pumpkin. I've never known you to be scared of anything. Why so scared now?" Pearl looked at her, concerned.

"Who says I'm scared? I just don't want..."

"Shhhhh," Pearl gently caressed Jill's cheek with the back of her fingers, and saw her tension ease. "I know what you're trying to do, Jilly. It won't work. Trying to stop love is like trying to stop gravity."

"So you're saying I should move to outer space?"

"Don't be a smartass," Pearl flicked her finger against Jill's temple.

"It sounds awfully romantic when you say it like that, Grandma. But the reality is that things in this life that we're drawn to by temptation, are not always things that are good for us," Jill sighed. "I know that all too well."

"Ah, so you think it's only temptation that's drawing you in? I'd reexamine that thought if I were you."

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"It's getting late, babe," Johnny reached around her from behind and slid his hands down the front of Jill's sundress, squeezing her boobs roughly.

"Do you mind?" Jill pushed his hands away absently, never removing her gaze from the sunset on the horizon. The chilly breeze hitting her face from off the lake stung her skin, but felt good. Many nights had been spent sitting on the edge of that dock, watching the sun go down.

"Hey, I've been doing my part!" Johnny threw his hands up in frustration. "Dodging questions from your crazy ass family all day long, getting looked at like an alien. Especially that Mike dude, what the fuck is his deal? I've never met a bigger pussy in my life, and the way he keeps staring at me I think he might be gay!"

"Leave Mike alone. And while we're on the subject, leave his fiancée alone too," Jill warned.

"I was promised certain things, Jill. And if you're reneging on those promises, I think Andrea would be more than happy to do the things you said you would do," Johnny pulled his half-hard dick out through his shorts and dangled it near her face.   

"I'm not reneging on anything, Johnny. Just leave me alone for a little while. Can you do that? We can play your kinky little game later. Go...lift something," Jill waved her hand and shoed him off.

"It's no wonder you're single. You could make ice cubes in your twat," Johnny moped. "And here comes that goofy little fucker. You better not back out on me Jill."

"Hey, what's up?" Mike hollered as he came down the hill.

"Not much. Just talking about how much we love each other," Johnny didn't try to sound convincing. "I'm gonna go get a beer. Maybe say hi to Andrea."

Jill shot him a wicked glance over her shoulder as he walked away smiling.

"No offense, Jill. But you could do so much better than him. He's just plain weird," Mike noted, taking a seat beside her.

Jill sighed. Clearly she wasn't going to get a moment alone like she'd hoped for. It was ironic that she wanted to be alone now with the chance for all this company. Usually, she was lonely.

"You should talk. I can't believe how much shit you put up with from Andrea. I don't know how you forgave her after she what she did. And if you haven't noticed, she's been throwing herself at Johnny all day long."

"I've noticed. It really hurts, you know? To have the feeling that you care about someone who doesn't give a shit about you at all? But you still keep trying because you remember that there used to be something special inside of that person, and you keep hoping to find it again. Have you ever felt like that?" Mike rested his head on her shoulder.

"Honestly Mikey, I tend to only let people fuck me over once before I tell them to kick rocks. But everyone's different. It's just that I feel sorry for you when I see how she talks to you," Jill put her arm around him and cradled him in her bosom, rocking back and forth. "Poor baby, we gotta toughen you up."

"I'm, you know, not weak or anything, I mean, I can be tough," Mike insisted. "I just believe in love, maybe a little too much. I want someone that I can give everything too. Someone I can take care of, and love, and who appreciates and loves me back, no matter what."

Jill smiled at his sappy but sweet sentiment. "I suppose we all do," she said, giving him a soft smooch on the forehead.

Mike raised his head, gently sliding his hand up her back as he returned the kiss on the corner of her mouth.

Jill pulled back slightly, surprised to find herself looking him in the eyes, and his eyes were wanting. Her heart skipped a beat as she imagined what might happen if he was thinking what she thought he was thinking in that moment, looking at her that way.

Cousin Mike wasn't attractive in the way that she usually found men attractive, but she found him cute, the way she found puppies cute. But the longing in his eyes gave her a chill, and the taboo of such an intimate moment with her own cousin gave her dirty thoughts that betrayed her true and rational feelings. She'd felt this before. God, why did she have to be such a slave to her desires!?

A thunderous, roaring sound bellowed from atop the hill. Startled, Jill regained her composure and backed herself a safe distance from him. She silently cursed herself for what almost happened. Mikey? Ewwww.

But what was he thinking? Surely he couldn't be as sick minded as she was. Now he sat there looking as innocent and clueless as he always did. As if she'd just invented the whole thing in her mind. Maybe she had? It was just an innocent peck on the cheek, and his longing eyes had been badly misinterpreted by her. That had to be true, she told herself. Shame on her for thinking something so corrupt about her own poor, helpless, sap of a cousin.

"I'm gonna go see what that was," Jill excused herself from the sudden awkwardness, that it seemed like only she felt.

As she reached the top of the hill she saw Aunt June alongside Andrea, Johnny, and a handful of others, standing in front of a black, Harley Davidson Rocket. The tall, thin figure sitting atop the bike could only be one person. She almost turned and walked the other way, but decided the inevitable awkward moment in front of her was better than the one behind her.

"Aunt June, why do you have to be like that?" Lance reached to her like he wanted to give her a hug.

June returned his affection with hard slap across the face that echoed through the surrounding trees. Jill stopped in her tracks and cringed before quickening her pace before things got out of hand.

"How dare you! How dare you show your face around here, Lance! You are not a part of this family anymore!" June screamed.

"That's a little harsh, don't you think? Uncle Sammy came to his defense. "I mean, he is a royal prick, but you can't just disown the boy."

"Fuck him, just watch me, Sammy!" June protested as she caught site of Jill. "Jilly, go in the house. You don't need to be around this fucking loser!"

"Aunty June, calm down, please," Jill grabbed her and hung on as June tried to charge towards Lance.

"Calm down? How can you say that!" June struggled.

"Please? I'm fine. Can you just go inside? Your blood pressure!"

June put her hand over her face and stumbled backwards. "Oh. I'm getting dizzy. I think I'm going to faint, Jilly! That bastard is going to kill your Aunty!" she wailed.

Jill rolled her eyes. Aunt June had always had a flare for the dramatic. "Go inside and sit down. For me?"

"Ok, Jilly. But I promise you I will cut his balls off and staple them to a tree if he touches you!"

"Take a number and get in line, Aunt June," Lance shook his head, his ever-present, assured grin never leaving his face.

"Wipe that stupid smirk off your face," Sammy pushed his finger into Lance's chest. "Because this shit isn't funny. Does it amuse you to go around shoveling shit on the people who care for you?"

"Well, if you can't smile about getting your nut sack stapled to a tree, what can you smile about?"

"You're such a waste of breath," Sammy turned his back on Lance. "Nice to meet you young lady. Sorry you can't find yourself in better company," he apologized to Alex before walking away.

"Have good night," Alex showed Lance an utterly confused expression.

"Dude, your family is nuts, all of them, I shit you not," Johnny chuckled.

"You don't know the half of it," Andrea squeezed his arm.

"Andrea, first of all, you are too fucking crazy to even know someone who's nuts when you see them. And you are?" Lance looked at Johnny.

"Oh, I'm Johnny. Jill's..."

"Boyfriend," Jill elbowed Andrea out of the way and planted a wet kiss on Johnny's lips.

Lance started to say something but found himself at a loss as he watched Johnny's hand slither up the back of Jill's sundress.

Alex witnessed the unmistakable look of dismay on Lance's face and spoke up. "Hi, I'm Alex," she broke the silence, and the kiss, with an introduction.

"Oh, I'm sorry. That was rude. I'm Jill, and this is..."

"Johnny. I know," Alex smiled, squeezing Jill's hand.

"Nice job, Lance. Cute girlfriend," Jill commented, sizing up the petite brunette, trying to figure out what the story was behind her dirty, torn, fuschia dress. Her heart was beating a mile a minute. Even in a battered dress with wind blown hair, Alex was so damn pretty it was giving her a complex.

"Thank you. But I'm not his girlfriend. We're just friends," Alex smiled.

"Oh," Jill smiled back. She knew Lance better than that. No girl that pretty would be in his company unless something was going on.

"It's good to see you, Jill," Lance sounded uncharacteristically somber.

"I'm sorry about, you know, Lance. She just...I can't believe she slapped you like that," Jill said sincerely. Her heart was beating even faster now that she knew Alex wasn't his girlfriend. Get your shit together, Jilly girl, she kept repeating in her mind.

"The fucked up thing is, I'm not even sure which incident I was being slapped for."

"Well when you burn every bridge you cross, things like that tend to happen," Mike added his two cents.

"Shit bird! Didn't see you standing over there. Funny how you always go unnoticed. You're like a ninja," Lance grimaced at him.

"I'm not gonna stoop to your level, Lance. Just came to say hi," Mike pulled Andrea close to him.

"Stop pulling on me, you jerk!" Andrea complained.

"Stoop? You need a long fuckin' ladder to get on my level, fuck face. Ask your fiancée about that," Lance smirked.

Jill looked at Andrea like she wanted to choke her.

Andrea looked like she wanted to run and hide.

"Damn girl, you are fast," Johnny commented.

Jill turned and looked at Johnny like she wanted to choke him.

"That was uncalled for, Lance," Jill put her hands on her hips in disgust. "Do you have to make such a complete ass of yourself everywhere you go?"

"Just sayin', if the shoe fits," Lance shrugged.

"I'm going in now. Come on sweetie," Mike pulled Andrea behind him, giving Jill a sad look as he passed her.

"What happened to you? You've become such a dick!" Jill scolded him.

"Oh, come on! You don't really buy into his bullshit, do you?"

"His bullshit? You screwed his fiancée, Lance. And he still tries to be nice to you, yet you treat him like shit. What did you come here for? To prove to everyone that you're the asshole that everyone thinks you are? Mission accomplished."

"Jill. You know me."

Lance looked right through her, past her clothes, inside her skin, and right into her soul. She hated the way he did that. It made her feel like he knew something about her that she didn't even know about herself.

Sweaty palms, goose bumps, an unsettled stomach and a light head, all too familiar feelings, took their hold on her. To Jill, Lance was walking kryptonite.

"I need to go, I promised Johnny we'd be fucking before the sun went down," Jill snatched Johnny's hand and walked away at a brisk pace, knowing that Lance's eyes were fixated on her back.

I can't believe I just said that, Jill silently cursed herself. Stupid, Jilly, stupid!

"It's about time I get some action!" Johnny eagerly gripped her ass as they strolled down the hill towards the lake. "You said you were gonna fuck my brains out all weekend long, and so far all I've done is..."

"Johnny, shut up. You're way more attractive when you don't talk," Jill snipped.

"Such a bitch," Johnny chuckled, "I hope you like it rough. Because when I fuck you it's gonna be all about vengeance."

"You're all talk," Jill replied, hoping there was some truth in his words. He couldn't possibly be as bad as he was the other night, twice. If she had to fuck him, at least maybe he'd finally use that Adonis-like body of his for something other than pleasant scenery.

"You know, I usually bring my A-game better on a nice comfortable mattress," Johnny noted. "What the hell are we doing down here?"

"Oh no, we are not messing around inside the cabin. So my family can hear you grunting and howling like a wounded hyena? I think not," Jill vetoed.

"Or, is it because you're hoping that dude up there is gonna see us? A little jealousy play?"

"No," Jill grumbled, leading him a few hundred feet down the beach past the dock so in case anyone happened by, she'd spot them before they spotted her.

"That's it, isn't it?" Johnny grinned. "I figured as much. You get me to come with you to bum fucked no-where and play pretend boyfriend, there had to be another guy who you were posing for. And the way you two looked at each other, now I know who it is."

"That's the stupidest thing I've ever heard," Jill stopped. Johnny was smarter than he acted. "Why would I want my brother to see me having sex?"

"Brother? Oh, shit!" Johnny laughed. "That didn't look like any brother-sister shit I've ever seen before!" He saw the irritated look on Jill's face and backpedaled. "I had an Aunt that was pretty hot when I was younger, it's all good."

"I'd explain, but you're not the brightest bulb on the tree. So just shut up and screw me," Jill mechanically pulled at his belt and opened his cargo shorts.

Johnny leaned in to kiss her.

Jill dodged him. "Let's just get down to business, ok? Save the sentimental shit for when the cameras are rolling."

"Whatever you say," Johnny lustily grunted as Jill stroked his flaccid penis to erection with little effort.

"You want me standing up, or laying down?"

"Suck my cock first. That was part of the deal," Johnny demanded.

"Fine," Jill sunk to her knees and pulled his shorts and underwear to the ground, then folded them and made a pad for her knees.

His impressive dick sprung up and met her at eye level. Jill tried to hide her grin. A package like that was made for fun, and at least giving him a blowjob was something he couldn't fuck up.

As she glanced over her shoulder to make sure they weren't in danger of being seen by anyone other than who she hoped to be seen by, she spotted two silhouette's atop the hill. Still as statues, she knew they were watching, and she knew who it was. Now she was nervous, performing, but even more so, excited. She was going to enjoy this more than she wanted to admit to herself.

"Undress me," Jill said, softly, standing up and turning her back to Johnny, facing the tall silhouette so that he knew, that she knew, he was there.

Johnny skillfully had her dress on the ground in no time flat; no doubt he'd had plenty of practice.

"Everything," she instructed, and Johnny loosened her bra, and then peeled her panties off, his strong hands tearing them without meaning too. The wind was picking up and Jill felt a nasty chill, but it didn't matter. She was committed to this performance.

Jill playfully whisked herself around and was pleased with Johnny's hungry expression as he eyed her leggy, naked body. She sunk to her knees slowly, poking out her ass far more than needed to achieve a comfortable position on her knees, in fact, it was rather uncomfortable, but she knew it gave the best view to her audience.

She had many ways of teasing and prolonging a moment like this, and she did often choose to savor every second of debauchery she counted herself lucky enough to experience. But she wanted to appear as though starved and needy, and chose to swallow him entirely into her mouth, making his full length disappear in her glossy red lips.

"Un-fucking-believable," Johnny moaned, grabbing her by the ears and force-feeding her his sex.

Jill had to fight hard against her gag reflex, putting her hands on his waist, trying to slow him down. What kind of Neanderthal was this prick?

"Suck it you dirty fucking bitch!" Johnny hissed, mercilessly shoving himself as deep down her throat as he could get.

"Hmmmph!" Jill moaned, unable to breathe, pounding on his thigh, hoping he'd take it easy. But he didn't. Vengeance was what she was getting for all her snide remarks, and she hadn't taken that threat seriously. This was not what she wanted. Her lusty performance was fast going to shit; now she was just being used.

Johnny was pulling on her ears so hard she felt like he might tear them off. Her throat was throbbing from the punishment, and his angry slurs of 'bitch' and 'whore' made her fearful. Jill was no stranger to rough sex, but this was too violent even for her. Johnny was forcing his massive cock down her throat and barking slurs at her like he truly hated her guts!

Her fists were balled up, hammering on Johnny's legs, but he seemed to feel no pain. "You like that, don't you bitch!" was his response. Yes, even Johnny could fuck up a blowjob, it seemed. What a waste of manhood!

His hot seed came pouring out in buckets, soothing her burning throat as she swallowed hard, thanking her lucky stars he was a minute man. She fell back on her hands and stared up at him, speechless, and angry. Her longing to be fucked with that kind of force had all but been erased from her mind now.

She glanced up the hill, and no one was there. She turned all the way around to look again. They were alone. Jill felt stupid.

"That was fucking hot, huh?" Johnny sank to his knees, panting.

"Johnny, I am not your bitch, or your whore, understand?" Jill spoke through clenched teeth.

"It was all in fun. I told you, you were gonna get it," Johnny laughed.

Johnny's laugh quickly changed into a painful grunt as Jill punched him in the balls. Jill stood up and began to dress herself. "Nod your head so I know you understand where I'm coming from."

Johnny nodded, right before collapsing onto the beach.

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"Mmmmmm, you're a good kisser. Makes me wonder what else you're good at," Alexandra Whittaker smiled as Lance withdrew his lips.

"You told me you always wanted to fuck on a Harley," Lance leaned back against the handlebars. "Oh, look, we're sitting on a Harley!" he feigned astonishment.

"Right here, right now, with your entire family up in that cabin? Trying to put on a show like your...whatever she is too you? Are you all exhibitionists in this family?"

"True. Bathrooms in bars are far more discrete."

Alex flipped him off. "I was only trying to fix my make up," she played innocent.

"They aren't gonna do anything but talk shit, get wasted, and pass out. Believe me, they're in for the night. Not a damn thing has changed in this family."

"And what about...what was her name, Jill?" Alex glanced towards the hill.

"Why do you keep bringing her up? You seem a little jealous?" Lance raised his eyebrows.

Alex shook her head and laughed. "I'm not jealous, Lance. In fact, let me put this to you plainly so you don't get your feelings hurt. I am really not interested in you like that."




Family Tree



"Ouch," Lance clutched his stomach for show, "You sure seemed like it a minute ago, not to mention in that bathroom."

"I didn't say I wouldn't fuck you, baby. Actually, I've kind of been looking forward to it ever since we got interrupted last night. But I don't want to be in a relationship. Trust me, I'm not wife material, been there and done that," Alex stared off in the distance. "Besides, there is Jill."

"There you go again, bringing up my cousin," Lance said.

"Cousin? Your aunt mentioned something about a sister when she was cussing you out. I'm confused."

"Long story."

"You got somewhere else to be?"

"Hey, I drug you along so that there would be at least one person here who wasn't judging me. I'm not gonna fuck it up by opening that can of worms!" Lance diverted his eyes from hers.

"Lance, I'm a whore. A one-hundred dollar an hour whore, not even an expensive one," Alex cleared her throat and looked uncomfortable. "You don't judge me, and I won't judge you, and we can share our fucked up little secrets."

Lance looked at her quizzically, deciding if he really wanted to expose his vulnerability to this beautiful stranger. There was no place that brought back the memories so vividly as the old cabin and the wild sanctuary that surrounded it. Suffering in silence at the hands of those memories was an arduous task that he'd long avoided by not returning to this place until now.

"You first. You were married? Before you chose to, you know, change careers I assume?"

"Married eighteen-years. And this is the only career I've ever had," Alex replied.

"What!" Lance nearly shot out of his seat. "Did you get married when you were eight years old? How is that possible?"

"Baby, the compliments are sweet, but you can lay off now, ok? I'm a sure thing, I promise. I didn't become a hooker just for money."

"I am serious. Eighteen years?"

"You really think I'm that young? I'm thirty-eight years old, Lance. My daughter is in her sophomore year of college."

Lance looked her up and down. "Get the fuck out of here! I wouldn't have guessed you to be a day over twenty-six. I'm not bullshitting."

"It's true," Alex nervously fidgeted. "Still think I'm sexy?"

"Incredibly," Lance gripped her under the knees and pulled her closer to him on the seat of the bike. "So you're not married anymore I take it. Is it because of your job?"

"The so called job came later. Technically I was just a slut for those eighteen years, you have to get paid to be considered a whore, I think. I'm a sex addict I suppose, probably clinically certifiable. Not that I ever cared to bother seeing a head doctor."

"Let me guess, the cheating caught up to you?"

"My ex-husband had a steady girlfriend of his own for the past ten years and a few others before that. It wasn't what did us in. He knew about me fucking around, and I knew about him. Neither of us gave a shit. We were just playing house until our daughter was old enough to go out on her own. There was never any love. Our divorce was planned years before it happened. We filed together, the day Lauren left for college.

"In my family you don't have children out of wedlock, period. My husband's family was the same way. When he knocked me up, we both knew what we had to do. So we went through the motions all those years. We should have won an Oscar for that performance. We were regular Ozzie and Harriet's on the surface, and we had everyone who knew us convinced of it."

"That must have been tough. All that time having to act like things are one way, when they're really another; I know what that feels like. It wears on you," Lance squeezed her hands tightly.

"You mean with Jill, don't you," Alex searched his face for answers.

Lance looked away. "So how'd you end up with that douche bag in the bar?"

"My husband and I had a deal. The divorce wasn't supposed to be an even split, and no alimony or anything like that. I never worked a day in my life; he always took care of everything and I didn't want to be greedy. I just wanted to be able to survive when it was over. He said he'd buy me a condo, a decent car, and give me a little bit of money to live on until I figured out how to make a living. That was good enough for me. But he didn't hold up his end.

"He had a ton of evidence to prove all the sleeping around I did. I never tried to hide it from him because we had an understanding. But he used it against me and took everything. I could have just as easily proved his affairs if I'd been keeping track all those years, but I didn't think I needed too. I never saw that coming.

"And he didn't stop there. He made sure everyone found out, my friends, my family, even our own daughter. Last time we spoke she told me how ashamed she was to have such a slut for a mother, said she never wanted to see me again. She blamed me for ruining our family. He turned everyone against me. For what reason, I'll never know. I always knew he didn't love me, I just didn't know he hated me so much."

"I can relate," Lance wiped a tear from Alex's cheek. "Everyone pretty much casted me out as the black sheep too. Funny how people only love you when you're pretending to be what they want you to be."

"So anyway," Alex sniffled, "I had nothing and no one who cared. I had no skills, no education after high school, and I love sex, and I needed money. It seemed like an obvious choice. I had no idea how to go about it though. Tried working the street, got beat up a few times, robbed a few more times, then I met Bruce. He kept me safe, from everyone except for him, that is. Not much more to tell."

"So now what? You're not gonna go back with that guy, are you?"

"I don't know," Alex sighed. "Honestly, I don't wanna go back to doing that. I thought it would be exciting. Like, I'd get to have all this hot sex and make money doing it and I'd travel all over the place. I wanted adventure in my life. But it's such a dirty business. Strange huh? I fucked countless guys and girls over the years just because I wanted to, and I loved it. I never felt ashamed, it was just who I was. But not once did I ever enjoy it while I was getting paid. I felt disgusting. Ashamed. You think I'm crazy?"

Lance chuckled. "Everyone is crazy. Some people just hide it better. I think you're just trying to find your place in the world."

"Like you?"

"No, not like me. I can't say I've been trying very hard. I just go whichever way the wind blows. Truthfully, I find it hard to care one way or the other. I end up where I end up," Lance lamented. "Usually lying on my face with an empty bottle in my hand."

"Sounds like you're lost," Alex noted.

"Running without knowing where you're going will get you lost," Lance quoted Confucius, masking his disillusion.

"I know where I want to end up at least, I just don't how to get there," Alex said. "What about you? Do you even know what you're after? Or are you just gonna run until you hopefully find it?"

"I used to know. Now, not so much," Lance bowed his head. "What do you do when the one thing you really want, you can't have? I guess I should just move on and set my sights on something else, but I can't. No matter where I go, what I do, I can't shake it. I'm stuck, and it feels hopeless."

Alex smiled, raising his chin with her hand. "You're in love. Am I wrong?"

"Is it that obvious?"

"It was practically pouring out of your eyes. I told you my story, now tell me about Jill. That is who you're in love with, right?"

Lance swallowed hard, and nodded.

"She seems pretty intense. A lot like you. So explain this to me, the whole sister slash cousin thing."

"My dad and her mom were brother and sister. She's my cousin," Lance explained.

"So what was with your aunt calling her your sister?"

"Well, one weekend, the summer after third grade, we were up here at the cabin with her parents, and my dad and his girlfriend. So our parents are sitting around drinking and talking shit like they always did, and they run out of booze. Understand, the people in this family drink like fucking fish. They decide they wanna go to this hole-in-the-wall bar about two miles from here. So they tell me to watch Jill, who's only a year younger than me, while they go get shitfaced some more," Lance paused, started to speak, and paused once more.

"They never came back.

"We sat up here by ourselves for three days, not knowing what to do. Jill was hysterical by the next morning, crying, asking me why they left us here. I already knew in my mind that they were dead, you know? My mom had died the same way, head on collision, bottle of cheap Gin found on the floor by her feet. I just knew it. But I didn't tell Jill. I kept convincing her they were coming back for us. We spent three days playing tag, and going swimming, eating cold brats, acting like nothing was wrong. But I knew. I knew," Lance stared off into the distance.

"I'm sorry. That must have been hard, having to pretend things were ok like that just to make her feel better," Alex put her hand on his leg and gave a comforting squeeze. "Even back then you must have been really close to her."

"After that, we were inseparable, almost. They started calling us the twins. Not that we look like each other, but because whenever we were around each other, we always stuck together. She followed me around a lot and did whatever I did. I didn't mind. I always wanted her around," Lance laughed. "My friends would tell me to ditch the stupid girl, you know, cause at that age what boy wants girls around, right? But I never did, so they ditched me. Didn't matter though, Jill was my best friend.

"After our parents were gone, we both went to live with Grandma Pearl and Grandpa Bill. We were raised together, like brother and sister more than cousins. And a lot of people saw us that way, so they always called us brother and sister. Sometimes we even thought of ourselves that way. But we're just cousins."

"But you're not close anymore? What happened?" Alex listened intently for his reply.

"Me and Jill were still living with our grandparents when she started going to college, and I just fucked around, partied a lot, wasn't trying to do much with myself. She had her eyes on bigger and better things, and I've mostly just been an expert at fucking up. We were going in different directions, and Jill didn't want to be burdened with a perpetual screw up like me," Lance said, dryly.

Alex squinted at him, smelling the lie. "That's not the whole story. Something happened between you two, I can tell. You're not gonna tell me?"

"What's to tell?" Lance directed his eyes away from hers.

"How about when you started falling for her?"

"You think I'm some kind of sick pervert, don't you? Wanting my own cousin? Go ahead, you can just say it, I've heard it all before," Lance folded his arms in front of him.

"No I don't. I used to have a crush on one my cousins."

"A crush? But you never acted on it with him, I bet."

"It was her, actually. My cousin Anne. And no, I didn't," Alex grabbed his hands and held onto them. "I'm just saying, we're sexual beings, family ties don't necessarily exclude those feelings. I don't think it's that strange to have thoughts like that. I guess most people probably wouldn't act on it because of all the taboo surrounding it, but I wouldn't judge anyone who did. How do you choose who to fall in love with?"

"If I'd had a choice, I wouldn't have chosen this, that's for sure. Maybe I should have just kept it bottled up like normal people. Maybe then we wouldn't be so far apart now," Lance said. "I don't know when I fell in love with her, because I can't remember ever not being in love with her."

"Does she know?"

"Alex, if you can tell, I'm sure she can tell too," Lance thought it was stupid question.

"But you never told her? Never came right out and said it?"

"She knows, ok? And she fucking torments me with it," Lance scowled. "That little show down there on the beach? That's not the first time she's rubbed it in my face. When she was in college, she'd bring guys home and fuck with the door to her room open. Like hey, Lance, look what you can't have."

"And you think she did that just to spite you? I don't know, sounds like she wanted to make you jealous. And if she wanted you to be jealous, what does that tell you?"

"What are you saying?"

"You're smart, figure it out," Alex laughed. "Maybe she wanted you to tell her what you thought she already knew?"

"No. She can't handle it. She freaks out," Lance shook his head. "The first time I kissed her, she flipped out. Didn't speak to me for weeks."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, you kissed her? So you did do something about it!"

"Yeah. A few times, but it always ended badly. In the moment, it was like she was right there with me on that level, feeling what I was feeling, but afterwards she acted like it was me taking advantage of her. At least that's what she told everybody. Why do you think everyone hates me?"

"I thought it might have something to do with you and your other cousin's fiancée?"

"Andrea practically raped me, no lie. Not that you can actually rape the willing, but I didn't go out of my way to fuck her. Like I wanna go where Mikey's been? She seduced me. And nobody likes her anyway. The real reason they hate me is because big bad Lance took advantage of poor, innocent, Jilly girl. An incestuous relationship, no less. I'm a perv and she's a victim - that's how they all see it. Maybe I did take advantage, I don't know. But it sure didn't feel that way. I really thought she loved me the way I loved her."

"How did they find out? I can't imagine you guys were very open about something like that. You must have known what everybody would say."

"She told. Don't ask me why, but she told. Then acted like the victim, said I humiliated her. Turned everyone on me. Sound familiar? I'm a damn fool for still being in love with her, that's what I am." The hurt in Lance's voice was evident.

"I'm sorry, Lance. I really feel for you, I do. You are..." Alex's lips were engulfed by Lance's kiss before she could get the words out.

"Don't feel sorry for me, I hate that shit," Lance whispered. "How about if you just give me a reason to forget about it? You're the kind of girl who could make me forget."

"Don't go...getting attached...Lance. I warned you...about me," Alex kissed him as she spoke.

"I know I know. How about you just be my girlfriend for tonight? And maybe for tomorrow? This is weird for me, liking someone who knows more about me than just my first name."

"Saying no is not one of my strong suits," Alex replied. "I wasn't kidding about being a sex addict. You ever see the things a junkie does to get high? Think about it. How about if we skip the labels and just agree that we like each other?"

"If we can also agree that we should fuck right now, I can live with that," Lance whispered as he kissed her neck.

"I'd feel a little better about it if I could take a hot shower first," Alex looked down at her tattered dress. "I feel nasty. God, I don't even have any clothes to change into."

"And not the good nasty I take it? You do look like you were involved in a bar brawl or something," he laughed, "But you're still sexy."

"Always with the compliments," Alex leaned forward and kissed him again. "And even if I look it, which I doubt, I don't feel very sexy right now."

"Awww, come on. Don't make me go in there right now," He stared up at the cabin, dreading having to go inside.

He looked down and watched as her hands skillfully loosened his jeans. Her expression was coy as she dug into his pants and retrieved his hard, thickness from within. He smiled at her and she shrugged.

"I always wanted to fuck on a Harley," she said, pressing her nose against his as she used her legs to pull herself onto his lap. As she did, her little dress rose up to her hips.

Lance pushed her dress further, up to her waist, before she stopped him.

"It's getting a little chilly out here. I'm gonna leave this on if it's all the same to you," she said, reaching between her legs and aligning his erection with her slippery opening.

"No more talking," Lance gripped her hips and forcefully pulled her down onto his lap, forcing himself inside of her to the hilt.

Alex moaned, loud enough to wake the dead. Lance muffled her ecstatic moaning, and his own, with a strong, hard, kiss. Her arms flailed wildly around his head as he briskly and forcefully pushed up into her until they fell over his shoulders and hung tightly onto his neck. Gaining her leverage she matched his rhythm, slamming herself down onto him, increasingly harder, until he stopped pushing back, letting her do the work.

Lance leaned back, gripping the handlebars to keep his balance as her wildly violent hip thrusts engulfed his full length into her warm depths. Her lusty need for his cock was transparent and excited him more.

He sucked her probing tongue into his mouth, exciting her further, in turn, inciting his own carnal need for her, making him indifferent to her long nails digging into his neck like the talons of a wild beast. Her animal lust drove his hunger for her to new heights with every push.

Alex flung her head back and cried out as a waterfall of juices cascaded into Lance's lap. Her rhythm neither stopped nor slowed as her eyes returned to his, and her nails dug in harder. Her insatiable, glossy eyes sent a chill down his spine and increased his sense of wanting. The tips of their noses touching, their hot breath and heavy breathing steaming up their lust for each other, eye to eye, they examined each others' thoughts while their bodies did the talking.

An understanding between them seemed mutual, an emotional rather than a physical one, being expressed through this unabashed display of lust. While at the same time, they remained keenly aware of their unfamiliarity with one another. They were like two wild animals in the forest, happening upon each other by chance, but knowing the need of the other matched their own, only with the complexities of their human vulnerabilities making them even more in sync.

A shadow in the corner of Lance's eye had been lingering for some time, but wasn't enough to distract him from his connection to his perfect stranger, until curiosity forced him to look.

Alex followed his stare and saw what he saw. The fact that Jill didn't move surprised her. Perhaps she thought she was hidden by the darkness, but surely both of them staring in her direction was a giveaway. "She wants to be me right now, Lance. Don't you think?" Alex whispered as she continued to impale herself on his cock.

Lance didn't speak, only wondered if watching him with another lover was as bittersweet for Jill as it always had been for him. It had always been hard for him to watch; still somehow he never could look away. How does it feel, Jill? He wondered.   

Alex halted her motion and casually hoisted her dress over her head and draped it over the handlebars, displaying her full nudity. She laid back on the leather seat, reaching behind her head and gripping the rear fender to balance herself as she parted her legs invitingly. "Fuck me hard, Lance! I need your big cock inside of me!" she crowed, loud enough to make sure Jill heard her clearly.

"You are so fucking hot. I just wanna be in you, all night, baby," Lance responded in kind, planting both feet firmly on the ground as he pushed himself inside of her.

Alex's incredulous moaning reached new decibels as he mauled her soaked pussy, hungrily eying her little boobs as they bounced around underneath him. Alex was amazing to look at naked, and she felt amazing, and her throaty moans sounded amazing, but the experience, now that they were both aware of their audience, lacked the heat of before. It had become an act. Their connection had been severed, and pirated by Jill.




Family Tree



Lance thrusted hard inside of her, rabbit like and purposeful in his humping, the way he'd fucked countless cheap, slutty women in the bathroom stalls of every dive bar in the Midwest. He just wanted to reach the end. It was only moments before he accomplished just that.

He looked down at Alex, feeling guilty about the way he'd made her look cheap with his long strands of seed strewn about her stomach, tits and face. This was a typical ending for him, to an encounter that had felt anything but typical in the beginning.

He saw Jill heading up the trail into the cabin. A strange feeling came over him, like he'd just cheated on her. He looked down at Alex, who had a content smile on her face. He wondered where the passion had gone. He felt nothing. He knew he liked Alex a lot, but it was suddenly hard to remember why. Was it always going to be like this, he wondered? Would Jill always have the uncanny ability to take his heart of the market?

"I'm sorry," Lance said, without knowing why.

"Baby, you never have to say sorry for fucking me like that," Alex smiled.

"It's that easy for you, huh? You never feel anything but what's happening inside your pussy?"

"What's that supposed to mean?" Alex cast him an angry look.

Lance handed Alex her dress. "Nothing, I don't know. I really don't know. My head is somewhere else. Let's go in now, I guess. I'll see if I can find you some clothes to change into after your shower."

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"You idiot, I'm not wearing that! Are you fucking stupid?"

"Watch your mouth, cunt! Nobody else is here right now," Mike growled.

Andrea cowered into the corner of the room, grabbing a towel to conceal her nudity, as she eyed the insanely revealing bikini that Mike had laid on the dresser.

The two half-dollar sized pieces of fabric connected to a flimsy string that were supposed to account for the top, she was certain would easily cover her breasts, of which she barely had any to speak. Being flat-chested had made wearing bras little more than a formality for her.

But the bottom, which was nothing more than two pieces of string, would not only be invisible when swallowed up by her ample ass, but her wide pussy lips would be sticking out the sides in the front!

"Mike, this is too much. Please," Andrea looked at him, horrified at the prospect of having to wear it in front of everyone.

"You're gonna look hot in it. Besides, everyone already thinks you're a cheap floozy anyway," Mike noted. "It won't be as shocking as you think."

"Yeah, thanks to you!" Andrea protested.

Mike grinned. "You're the one who fucked my cousin."

"Yeah, because you told me too!"

Mike stood up and grabbed Andrea by the throat. "But I didn't tell you to like it, did I?"

"Mike, stop," Andrea whined, grabbing his hands in an attempt to pry them away.

"But you did like it, didn't you?" Mike's wide-eyed stare drilled into her.

Andrea shook her head, "He's nothing. Not like you, Mike," she whimpered.

"We're not playing right now, Andrea. We've been through this before. You already told me the truth. Now tell me again. You liked it, didn't you?"

Andrea's eyes searched his, wondering what the right answer was, but knowing she'd probably lose either way. She nodded.

"Yeah, you did. Because you're a little slut, aren't you?" Mike smiled.

Andrea nodded again, turning red in the face as it became harder to breathe.

Mike tore the towel from her body and tossed it across the room, then threw her down on the bed. "How could you like it, Andrea? How!" Mike hissed, careful to not raise his voice too loud.

Andrea quickly scurried to the other side of the bed, putting distance between herself and him. "This isn't fair, Mike. I don't want to do this anymore. I've indulged your sick fantasies for long enough. How can you say you want to marry me and then make me do all these things? Your family hates me!"

"Sick fantasies?" Mike lowered his brow. "Now they're sick? What happened to you? You get mouthier everyday, Andrea. Since when do you care what my family thinks? It's about us, and our fantasy, nothing else!"

"It's not our fantasy! It's yours! I don't want to play anymore. Why can't we just be a normal couple?"

"Normal couple? What is that? You knew what you were getting into, cunt. How dare you disrespect me like this!" Mike began coming across the bed.

"Normal, Mike! Like where we act like we actually love each other instead of you making me act like a total bitch! What the hell kind of fetish is that?" Andrea planted her back against the wall with nowhere to run. "You take things too far! I don't want to fuck other people. I don't want you to fuck other people. I don't want to pretend to be someone else! I want it to stop!" Andrea began to cry.

Mike grabbed a fistful of her hair and yanked her head back, squeezing her mouth hard. "You weren't too good for this when you were maxing out one credit card after the next on your little shopping spree's, were you? You weren't complaining when I handed you the keys to that gaudy fucking gas-guzzler, were you? How about our lakeside home you love so much? A fucking palace compared to the trailer I rescued you from! Love has nothing to do with this. This is about convenience. You're a gold digging whore, always were, don't pretend there was ever any love between us. Do you love me Andrea?"

"I fucking hate you. I hate you!" Andrea wailed through her tears.

"I know," Mike grinned. "That turns me on, you fucking cunt. It gives me greater pleasure when I use you like the toy you are!"

"Just let me leave, please, Mike. Go find someone else to do this with. I can't. I can't," Andrea hysterically balled as Mike flung her back onto the bed.

"Leave? Like before? You'll leave like a fucking boomerang," Mike chuckled. "We both know you'll be right back at my doorstep, because you can't stand your pathetic little trailer park existence. Don't kid yourself. You get to pretend to be someone worth more than what you are, and I will use you however I choose too. It works. Suck it up!"

Mike dropped his shorts and crawled onto the bed on his knees, grabbing Andrea by the hair and forcing her face against his erection. "I love it when you cry. It makes me hard. Now be a good whore and suck my cock, cunt.."

Andrea wiped her tears on her arm, and stared up at him angrily, wishing she could find the nerve to bite right into his ugly dick and wipe the sadistic grin right off his face. But the last thing she wanted was to be beaten again. And where would she go? They were in the middle of nowhere and Mike had hidden the keys to the Range Rover, she'd looked. Andrea opened her mouth.

"Yeeessss," Mike hissed, "Suck my cock, cunt. You're going to be a good little slut for me, right?"

Andrea reluctantly nodded as Mike pushed the tip of his dick to the back of her throat.

"You're going to wear your slutty little bikini because you like that everybody knows what a slut you are. And you're gonna fuck that muscle freak, Johnny, tomorrow, aren't you?"

Mike pulled his dick from her lips and slapped her across the face. "Answer me!"

"Yes, I'm going to fuck him," Andrea growled. Indeed she was. It would be the highlight of her weekend. And if Johnny kept the promise he'd discretely made her earlier, the highlight of her life.

"And make sure Jill knows you did. Jilly girl won't like that, will she?" Mike said, plunging back down Andrea's throat. "But that's ok, because we know what Jilly really wants, don't we?"

Andrea knew the routine. She turned around and gripped the headboard, poking her ass out at Mike, rolling her eyes as she did. "Of course we do."

"And what does Jilly want?" Mike asked, smacking Andrea's ass hard.

"Jilly wants Mikey's big hard cock!"

"Is that right, Jilly girl? Is this what you want, you little slut?" Mike pressed his stiff wood against Andrea's puckered asshole and pressed in violently.

"Yes, Mikey! I've always wanted your big cock in my ass!" Andrea wailed.

"Oh, Jill. Oh god! You feel so good! I can't believe a slut like you has such a tight pussy!" Mike grunted as he pounded Andrea's asshole.

"Because I've never had a cock as big as yours Mikey! Fuck me. Fuck your slutty Jilly girl!" Andrea felt sick to her stomach.

"Especially Lance, I bet?"

Andrea buried her head in the pillow. "No Mikey. Your cock is so much bigger than Lance's. I don't even know how he's related to you. You're so much more of a man than he is. All those times I was with him I wished it was you," Andrea recited the scripted response just as Mike had trained her too.

"Who's pussy is it, Jill?" Mike slapped her ass.

"It's your pussy. Jill's pussy is your pussy, Mikey!" Andrea wondered what Jill would do if she somehow overheard this. Andrea had always been scared of her. But she took some pleasure in knowing what might happen to Mike if Jill knew what he thought of her.

"That's right! I own you, Jill! I own you, you filthy bitch!"

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"Lance."

"Lance. Wake up."

"What's wrong?" Lance turned over and looked at Alex. Her eyes were closed and she seemed to be sleeping soundly.

"Come with me."

Lance looked up and saw Grandma Pearl standing beside the bed. "Fuck you, Grandma, it's been a long day," he quickly fluffed his pillow and planted his head back on it.

"If you're not up and out of this room in five minutes, I'm coming back to pour cold water on your head, you little shit!"

"This is cruel and unusual punishment. You know that right?"

"Oh, shut up. You whine like a sissy. You're not being punished for anything. Get dressed and meet me on the porch before everyone else wakes up."

Five minutes later a groggy-eyed Lance strolled out onto the porch in his jeans and T-shirt. "Grandma, if it's not too much trouble, my friend could really use a change of clothes."

"I think I have a box of Jilly's old things somewhere. I'll see what I can dig up," Pearl sipped her coffee then took a drag of her smoke. "So who is the little tramp, anyway?"

"Look, you bitter old hag, don't talk about her like that, understand me? Every girl I meet is not the tramp or floozy you think they are. She's a friend of mine. That's it," Lance snatched the smoke from her hand and took a drag.

"I'm sorry. I'm sure she's a nice girl," Pearl looked out over the tall grass.

"Huh?" Lance couldn't remember ever hearing the word sorry come out of her mouth.

"You don't love her though," Pearl took her smoke back.

"Grandma, I'm exhausted. Can we cut to the chase? Why do you have me up right now?"

"Because the sun is about to come up," Pearl looked out at the black horizon.

"That's it? You woke me up for that?"

"I remember you and Jilly used to go down to the dock and watch the sun come up every morning."

Lance started to speak, but found himself lost in a fond memory. "I remember. I remember a lot of things."

"Your grandfather and I would sometimes sit at the top of the hill, and watch the two of you while you both watched the sun. It reminded us of how we were when we were young. We knew, even back then, that there was something between the two of you."

Lance stared at her blankly. "There was nothing between us back then. I loved her. I think she loved me too, back then. But it wasn't like that, Grandma."

"No? I disagree, but I won't argue. Stubborn as mules, you and me both. Wouldn't be any point. I just wanted to tell you that you're not wrong for loving her," Pearl put out her smoke and looked him squarely in the eyes.

"I never felt like I was wrong for it. Everyone else sure tried to make me feel that way though," Lance hung his head. "And if you felt that way, why didn't you ever stick up for me?"

"You and Jill are the last two people in this family that need anyone to take up for them. A couple of firecrackers is what you both are," Pearl chuckled, then coughed.

"Takes one to know one," Lance smirked.

"I kept my mouth shut, it's true. And I should have spoke up for you, but I guess old habits die hard. I hoped that maybe the two of you would find your own way. I was too scared to say anything. I always have been," Pearl relaxed into an upright lawn chair.

"You, scared? I find that hard to believe."

"Did you know that when I was a young girl, I was madly in love with my cousin?"

Lance's jaw dropped. "Get the fuck out of here. Is this where you make up one of your grand stories and try to relate to me?"

"You ever known me to be a liar?" Pearl scowled at him. "He was my second cousin, actually. Not that it mattered. I would have loved him just the same if he'd been my first cousin, and our family would have disapproved no less if he was my third cousin. But when you feel something that strongly for someone, there's no point in fighting it. Love is no less of a gift just because it comes in a strange package."

Lance sighed. "But you got over it. You moved on and you married Grandpa, and you had a normal life."

"A normal life? That's open to interpretation. But no, I never did get over it. I couldn't have. I married that boy the day after he came home from the war."

"But you married Grandpa the day he..." Lance stopped, stunned. "How could that be?"

"Boy, forget all the nonsense you've heard. We had no trouble getting married, it's legal in over half the states. And we made plenty of beautiful children that didn't come out retarded like everyone said they would. Utter nonsense."

"Well, there is Mike," Lance grinned, still computing what he'd just learned about his grandparents.

"Oh, you stop with that. And don't go telling everybody either. I'm not fool enough to believe that everyone can accept such a thing. Only two people know and you're one of them."

"You told Jill," Lance surmised.

"Just a moment ago," Pearl smiled. "I'd dare to venture she felt a little better about her feelings for you."

"Feelings for me? The only feeling she has for me is contempt. She's made that pretty clear by her actions," Lance said.

Pearl rose from her seat and grabbed Lance by the arm. "Go talk to her, you damn fool. Stop being such a wimp. She's too tough for any pussyfooting around. You have to make things clear to her in no uncertain terms."

"Look, I'll talk to her when I see her later, ok? But it's not gonna change anything. Things aren't the same anymore. And besides, she's got that steroid freak."

"Go talk to her now, Lance," Pearl blocked him as he tried to go back into the cabin. "She's the other way."

Lance looked out towards the lake. The first ray of sun was just creeping over the horizon. Absently he began to walk, caught up in the beauty of the familiar scenery, and the fresh pine scented air filling his nostrils. As he reached the top of the hill and spotted Jill at the end of the dock, his palms got sweaty and his stomach turned, his head grew light and goose bumps sprung up everywhere. It was déjà vu.

He walked forward slowly.

Jill turned and looked at him as the creaking wood of the old dock alerted her to his presence. Her expression neither gave him an indication that she was happy to see him, or that she was bothered by the interruption. He smiled involuntarily, admiring the beautiful face that put all of the grand scenery surrounding them to shame. Jill smiled back, unable to deny the nostalgia of the moment. In this place, at this time, it seemed like Lance belonged there, just as much as the sun itself.

"Somehow I knew you'd come down here," Jill said, as Lance took a seat beside her.

"If Grandma hadn't woke me up, I'd still be in bed," Lance responded.

"Oh," Jill's face changed. So much for that romantic sentiment.

"Not that I didn't want to be here...with you. Just, I didn't know if you'd be down here. And without you here, this place doesn't have the same meaning," Lance swallowed hard, wondering where the courage for honesty like that had come from.

Jill suddenly felt nervous; her heart might have jumped into her throat. Lance didn't say things like that. His deep brown eyes looked so sincere, but then, they always did. She wanted to kiss him, badly. But instead, she spoke. "Well, I wasn't gonna miss this, with or without you." She wanted to slap herself.

Lance looked away, discouraged by her remark, taking in the view. They sat in silence for a while.

"This place reminds me of so many things," Jill muttered. "It's surreal."

"Yeah, it reminds me of a lot of things too. Mostly, it reminds me of a time when you didn't hate me so much," Lance said, pointedly.

"I never said I hated you," Jill looked at him defensively.

"Actions speak louder than words."

"Lance, don't go there. I..." Jill took a deep breath, "I miss you. I hate how things ended up between us. I miss my...my..." Jill searched for the word, but what was she supposed to say? Brother? Cousin? Lover?

"You miss me so much, right? But every time I come around you treat me like some kind of arch-villain. You turned the whole family against me, and then you turned on me yourself!" Lance threw up his arms in frustration. "Why'd you have to do that? If you didn't want me, fine. But you had to go and tell everyone that I was some kind of perv rapist who forced you to sleep with me?"

"I didn't tell anyone! You told them!"

"Why the fuck would I do that!? You think I like being an outcast in my own family!?"

"You always did like to show everyone what a fucking rebel you were! Thanks for doing it at my expense!" Jill yelled back.

"Cut the shit, Jill! Ok, it's true. I didn't care who knew about us. I was proud to be with you regardless of what anybody said. If I had my way I would have put it on the prime time news, Lance Donovan is in love with his cousin Jill. Fuck 'em all! But I knew you were ashamed of me. I always knew that. So I kept our secret. And I would have never betrayed that trust. All I cared about was making you ok with us. So why? Why the fuck would I tell?"

"You think I was ashamed of you? I was ashamed of myself, Lance, not of you. I'm sorry, but I just can't be the cool and indifferent person that you are who keeps on smiling while the whole world goes to shit around him. Yes, I care what people think of me. I gave my virginity to my cousin, like some redneck, hillbilly whore! I didn't want that reputation, Lance!"

"And you really did yourself a favor by going and telling everyone."

"Lance, I, did, not, tell," Jill paused between words for effect. "Aunt June and Patti confronted me about it. They already knew things, Lance, times and places. I was so fucking embarrassed! I was so hurt, and angry that you told them. So yes, I played the victim. It's the only way I could hide my shame!" Jill's eyes were pouring tears by the time she was done.

"But I didn't tell, Jill," Lance lifted her chin and looked her in the eyes, "I never told."

"Then how did they know?" Jill sniffled.

"I don't know," Lance stared at the lake, searching his memory for answers.

"Did you really mean that," Jill wiped her eyes on her arm, "When you said you were in love with me?"

"Are you kidding? You knew how I felt about you. How I still feel about you," Lance wiped her tears.

"No I didn't. I mean, I hoped. I always wondered though. I knew you loved me, like, the way a big brother takes care of his little sister. Cause that's what we were like as kids. But then we got older, and you were always so...edgy...I didn't know if I was just some kind of, I don't know, fetish?"

"That's fucked up, Jill. Really? A fetish? Like the way people fuck farm animals?"

They both laughed.

"It's not that fucked up, is it? Our thing I mean, not animals. Ewwww," Jill laughed.





Family Trip to Grandma's



Christopher and Laura married early, she was 18 and he was 20. The wedding night produced their son. John 18 years later during his senior year Spring break from high school they decided to visit Grandma, Nancy. Grandma also started early having children before finishing high school at age 18 with Laura and it was not easy but she went on to finish high school and then college. Grandpa did the expected and married Grandma but this lasted 6 years and Grandpa found someone he would rather spend time with. I could never understand that. Grandma has always been active and stayed in shape. Her looks belie her age and you would not think she is 54. Nancy profession has left her with a very comfortable lifestyle. 

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Laura, takes after Grandma with staying in shape and looking years younger than 36. Many of John's friends have commented how they would fuck her if they had the chance. He would agree with them she is beautiful but say YUCK each time they mentioned fucking. Mom rarely wore slacks and opted for wearing skirts, dresses or shorts. She was proud of her strong curvy legs. When curiosity got the best of Boyd once he checked one of mom's bras and the label said 36C. Christopher worked out regularly with Laura to stay in shape and keep up with her. Some say John have attributes of both parents. Blonde hair of Mom and Grandma with the strong face of Dad and an athletic build that has stead him well in all the high school sports he tried out for. A cheerleader on the arm was not hard to get.

The visit to Grandma's was always an over done production. Laura had a tendency to over pack whenever the family took a trip and this was not an exception. Christopher had decided to drive the smaller car to save on the ever rising cost of fuel. Laura had the small trunk filled with stuff along with much of the passenger area. The passenger side of the front seat was packed held a large potted plant for Grandma because there was more space for its height in the front. The back seat had one box which left enough room to fit two people. Laura thought it would be better to sit with John in the back seat and not have him crowded with packages since this might be the last trip they all might have together.

John slipped into the back seat and waited for mom. Laura walked out with Christopher. Chris climbed behind the wheel and Laura leaned in to give him a kiss. As she kissed Chris she reaching down and she gave his cock a squeeze for the trip. Whispering in Chris' ear, "here have something to think about while you drive." Her floral sundress material was all that was between her breast and Chris' arm as she pressed against him. "It isn't fair," he quips. "You know I want to talk with John during the trip this will most likely be the last trip we have like this." Chris turns on the engine and the AC full blast to cool down. Laura slides into the back seat next to John, "we are all set back here." Pulling out of the drive the trip to Grandma's begins. There is a good three hours before they get to Grandma's.

John had the habit of falling asleep on the ride to Grandma's. Laura and Chris chatted to help keep Chris alert. Wasn't long before John's head started to bob and eyes got heavy, sleep wasn't far to follow. His head leans toward mom for a pillow. Laura adjusts in the seat so we are both comfortable. As he slept my head rested against Laura's shoulder but after a while this became uncomfortable. Shifting to the side she half turned and his head slid down to rest against her soft breast. Laura slipped her arm around John and caressing his hair lightly as he slept.

Whether it was a dream or his head resting against her breast John started to get an erection. Soon it was quite noticeable in the loose fitting athletic shorts. Laura didn't notice his hard cock for a while because of the conversation she was having with Dad. The dream he was having must have been interesting because his mouth was looking like he was suckling on a nipple. The movement wasn't readily noticeable till his head turned and his mouth was more directly against Laura's nipple. 

Was she imagining something or was John actually moving his mouth. The stimulation of her nipple through the thin material of her summer dress as Boyd dreamed of suckling, produced stiffening of her nipple. This combined with his mouth movements gave Laura a shiver down her spine.

The conversation with Chris waned and the music from the stereo was the only sound now filling the car. Laura could think more of what she might be feeling or not with the movements of John's mouth. Was he sucking on her nipple or was she just imagining it? Unconsciously she shifted and leaned more against the door which moved her breast more toward John's mouth. Still caressing his hair she closed her eyes to feel more if her boy was suckling and yes he was. She should not allow him to do that but what harm was being done with him sleeping and not knowing what he was doing to her. Chris couldn't see what might be happening in the back seat either. With her eyes closed the sensations Laura was feeling felt good. Remembering back to when John suckled and drank her milk as a baby but he wasn't a baby now. He was a grown young man.

Looking down the erection in John's shorts was plain to see. Laura thought it wasn't her that caused that was it? Must be something he was dreaming but he did look nice there and he was taking after Chris with an erection any man would be proud to have. Seeing the erection along with the feel of his mouth on her nipple gave her a warm wet feeling. The temptation to touch him through the athletic shorts was a heady feeling. Thoughts entered her mind that she had never had before. Should she chance touching his cock or should she be a proper mom and ignore it. But what would he know if she just touched him? Slowly sliding her hand over to John's lap her shaking fingers touched the bulge of his cock. The heat radiated through the material to her fingers. Why was she thinking COCK? She shouldn't be thinking like that of her own son. Slowly her fingers traced the shape of his cock. Finding the tip of the head and pressing gently against it. A low moan escaped John's mouth. Laura froze with fright. Did Chris hear and might John wake up? Her hand motionless resting lightly against the bulge she had traced with her fingers.

There was a twitch against her fingers which caused a twitch between her own legs. This shouldn't be happening Laura thought. She should remove her hand but it still lingered. The warmth building in her was hard to ignore or explain. There shouldn't be a sexual attraction to him, own, son. But John did always have the best looking cheerleaders and she could understand why they wanted to be around a handsome hunk like him. Her hand rested more against the bulge slowly increasing the pressure and feel of his cock against her hand. Keeping a watchful on Chris as he drove, Laura let her hand rest fully against John's cock. It felt so sensual, naughty and forbidden. Just hold him, she thought, nothing more. Slowly wrapping her fingers around the rock hard but soft bulge of his cock her eyes fluttered closed. A strong erotic sensation coursed through her. Just holding John in her hand gave her a small orgasm, which surprised her. No way should she be doing this and being excited holding John like this and with his mouth suckling on her nipple. This is no way for a proper mom to behave. But Laura didn't remove her hand or stop John from suckling on her nipple through the thin material.

Laura's other hand resting on her strong silky smooth leg slowly rubbed up and down. There was a shiver going down her spine and ending between her legs. Her fingers caressed lightly over her inner thigh and for a while staying below the hem of her dress. Holding John's youthful cock in her hand she wanted to do more but held off on the wicked temptation. Laura closed her eyes and reveled in the feel of his cock and the suckling on her breast. Her hand seemed to have a mind of its own. Caressing up and down over her thigh slowly traveled up her thigh. The hem pushed farther and farther up her thighs. Soon her fingers were almost touching her pink bikini panties. Her finger tips touched her panties and the sticky juices that soaked through the material. Pulling her fingers away from her panties a gooey strand of juice followed.

Laura looked down at her shiny fingers as the pulled them from her panties. Her face flush with the excitement that had been building from the taboo she had been engaging in. slowly bringing her wet fingers to her lips she sucked and licked them clean. This gave her another wicked orgasm.

Opening her eyes Laura looked where they were in their travels. Time had slipped by faster than she realized and it was only another 20 minutes before arriving at her Mothers. Quickly she adjusted her dress and shifted in the seat moving away from John's mouth. Laura started talking with Chris again and saying that she must have dozed off too because she didn't realize how close they were to Mom's. John woke with her talking and realized he had a raging hard-on. Hoping mom hadn't noticed it and covering the bulge with his hands trying to be as nonchalant as possible about it. The wet spot over Laura's nipple was not seen because John was trying to hide his hard-on from Mom. She would be mad if she had seen it he thought. Over the next 20 minutes they conversed as John's cock slowly relaxed and Laura's dressed dried. The floral pattern helped to hide the wet spot over her nipple.

To be continued....?



Family Trip to Grandma's Ch. 02



The trek to Grandma Nancy's house in their red Chevy Cruze was almost over arriving early in the afternoon. The new 5 in 1 apple tree they had brought for Grandma had taken up the front seat and stuck out the sunroof. Laura sat in the back with John so they could carry the tree and she could talk with him during the trip. While Chris was driving the car his vision looking behind him was impaired because of the apple tree in the front see. Chris honked the horn as they pulled into Grandma's end drive to let her know they had arrived. Laura finished straightening her floral print sundress. Her wet panties caused by her holding John's hard young cock during the trip while he slept made Laura uneasy and nervous about what she had done. John still had his hard on and was worried mom would see it so he left his hands resting in his lap to hide it. 

Grandma Nancy came out of her house beaming with a smile ear to ear. She quickly headed to meet her family before they got out of the car. As Chris climbed out from behind the wheel Nancy threw her arms around him for a tight hug hello and kiss on the cheeks as she has done each time they visited. Her breast pressing against Chris' chest which both have enjoyed each time. Greeting Laura with a tight hug too with breast pressing together Nancy felt Laura's firm nipples against her own breast. Wondering why they were like that but brushing it off to maybe the excitement of arriving. John was the last to exit the car.

Nancy said, "Come give grandma a big hug," pulling him up and wrapping her arms around his neck. "Come on now give me a proper hug" taking John's arms from between them to pull them around her. "Give Grandma one of your bear hugs." 

Hugging Nancy tight John tried to keep his hips back so his hard on would not press too much against Grandma. Even with that Nancy did feel his erection while they hugged. Smiling to herself she knew he was embarrassed because of trying to not let her feel it. The poor boy she thought.

John blushed, "Ok Grandma I have to help get the car unloaded." 

Pulling away from Grandma he reached in to get some of the luggage and head to the house. Climbing the stairs to the bedroom he has used over the years during their visits. Tossing the bags onto the bed John headed to the bathroom to get some relief. Pulling his pants and underwear down John sat on the toilet and stroked his hard uncircumcised 7.5"cock. The feel of Grandma's breast against his chest was fresh in his mind while stroking his erection. He hadn't thought of Grandma like that before but having an erection and her tits did feel good. John slid his hand up and down his engorged cock. Stroking faster and faster till a fountain of cum erupted from his cock. Groaning with relief and pleasure John relaxed on the toilet. Now with the hard-on now gone John could urinate and clean up the mess of his climax.

Chris worked to get the new apple tree from the front seat of the car. "Where would you like this planted Nancy" he asks? 

"Lets put it in the front yard to I can see it in full bloom and the nice ripe apples in the fall from the parlor." 

"JOHN COME HELP PLANT GRANDMA'S NEW TREE," Chris yelled.

John bounded out of the house and grabbed a shovel from the shed. Running to where Grandma indicated to plant the tree he proceeded to dig the hole. In an hour the new 5 in 1 apple tree was planted and being watered by the slow flow of water from the garden hose.

While the men planted the tree Laura and Mom talked in the parlor watching them. Catching up on all the family news they laughed and enjoyed the time. Laura didn't think about what had happened in the car during this distracting conversation. 

Laura asked, "Mom have you found a man to spend time with?" 

The response was, "no there hadn't been time to find someone to spend time with." Her job and the activities around home kept her quite busy. 

"How do you stand it being without someone to do things with and be intimate with?" 

"Sometimes it isn't easy but I take care of things myself." 

They both laugh. But the conversation about taking care of things brought Laura's thoughts back to the episode in the car with John. These making a shiver down her spine with the shiver terminating between her legs. 

Chris and John come walking in the door just then and ask, "How does that look Nancy?" 

She looked out the window, "Perfect!" 

Laura looked over to the guys and her eyes glanced down to John's crotch. Blushing because she shouldn't have looked but knowing what is there she couldn't help herself. The memories of John's hard cock made her warm and grow damp. A proper mom should not have touched his cock while he slept and the thoughts growing in her mind should not be. But grow they did and the desire to touch him again slowly increased. Laura needed to talk with someone about what happened. Maybe that would stop her from having those thoughts.

John suggested, "Lets take a dip in Grandma's pool."

He was quite hot after digging and planting the apple tree with dad. 

Grandma Nancy agreed and said, "We could all use a cooling off."

Laura thought in more ways than one. Laura jumped up and headed for the stairs ahead of John. A few steps in front of John her pink bikini panties were visible to him. John admired his mom's sculptured legs moving in front of him up the stairs. His eyes following them up and he couldn't help but notice the darker color of the dampness in the panties between her legs. Mom is wet he thought. He knows Mom and Dad still do it but seeing her panties like this, wow. 

Chris changed into his swimsuit as Laura changed into her bikini. Before Laura slipped into her bikini Chris pulls her close and kisses her deeply. 

"Laura you are still the sexiest and most beautiful woman I have ever seen."

Slapping Chris' arm playfully Laura replies, "now behave." 

"They can amuse themselves for a while," Chris responded.

Gently pulling Laura to the bed and caressing slowly over her nude body. Chris moved slowly up her inner thighs and when he reached her smooth shaved pussy lips.

"Dear you are already wet." 

Laura blushed deeply thinking of why she was so wet now. She was remembering the feel of John's hard young cock in her hand during the trip.

Climbing between her legs Chris pulled his swimsuit off. Chris laying over her the length of his cock lying between her pussy lips spreading them with its girth. Moving to slide his cock up and down between her swollen lips getting is slick with her juices. 

OH God that felt good Laura thought. Her mind wondering back to the car and the feel of John in her hand oh no she shouldn't be thinking of John now. But the feel of his young hard cock in her hand was still too fresh in her mind. 

"OH YES," wrapping her arms around Chris' neck and legs around his waist pulling him tighter to her. Chris moving back just enough for the head of his cock to sleep into her waiting soaked pussy. Thrusting hard into her Chris fucked her hard and deep. Laura was in ecstasy thrusting up to meet each of his downward thrusts, moving in rhythmic unison. Her mind confused with thoughts of Chris and John as they fucked. John must be as filling as Chris. He did feel large in her hand. 

"OH NO OH YES," her mind screamed. 

The bed protesting with squeaks as they fucked hard. Hugging tightly to each other Chris drove deep and his body grew ridged. Balls drawing up ready to explode and ass muscles tighten. Chris ground deeply into Laura as he exploded filling her pussy with cum. She had been on birth control for years so filling her was not a problem. They fell onto the bed together wrapped in each other's arms. Lying together in the afterglow of love making. Laura's tormented mind drifting between John's hard young cock in her hand and Chris' buried deep inside her now.

Grandma Nancy and John went into the back yard where the pool was surrounded by a privacy fence. "What is taking Mom and Dad so long?" 

"Don't worry about them I am sure they will be along soon enough." Nancy said. 

Walking to the edge of the pool John jumps into the water and swims to the far end of the pool. Nancy jumps in and swims to meet him. Splashing him in the face with water she laughed. John splashed her back. He had the coolest Grandma around. Still wanting to horse play and do things with him. 

"Race you to the far end!" 

Nancy pushes off the wall without waiting for John heading to the far end swimming as fast as possible. John follows close behind and they reach the side of the pool roughly at the same time.

"Grandma you are still in great shape."

"Why thank you young man."

John let her take the compliment whichever way she wanted. She was still in great physical shape and in beautiful shape. He knows many girls in his class that would kill to look like her. She looked much like mom so her breast must be 36C at least with a classic hourglass figure to match.

Grandma and John started a splashing fight with water flying in every direction imaginable. Laughter filled the air. You would think they were a couple of young kids and not a 54 year old Grandma and 18 year old Grandson. Pushing and splashing around in the shallow end of the pool. 

A strap of Nancy's bikini top slipped off her shoulder and threatened to expose one of her breast. 

"WAIT WAIT," Grandma protested.

Grabbing her top to keep her breast covered. John splashed a couple of more times then waited. Holding the bikini top up with one hand and slipping the strap into place Nancy averted exposure. 

"Thank you John." 

Wrapping her arms around his neck and hugs him tightly. The almost exposure of her breast caused John to start getting hard so when she hugged him she felt is pressing against her. Not holding the hug long to help him from being embarrassed. Her wet body against his finished the hard on so he was glad when she ended the hug quickly.

Hearing the slam of the screen door Nancy and John look up to see Chris and Laura walking to the pool. Laura was wearing a hot pink bikini which complements her assets. Chris looked an older version of John. Nancy climbed from the pool and headed to one of the lounge chairs.

"John are you coming out too?"

"No mom I am going to stay in here for a while." 

"I think I need to cool off too," Laura stated.

John swims to the deeper end of the pool as Laura jumps in and glides under water close to him. She saw why he didn't want to get out of the water right away with the outline of his hard on visible in his swimsuit. Even after being fucked royally by Chris just minutes before the sight of the outline of his hard on gave her a shiver. Things are not going well for her to push the feel of his cock in her hand from her mind. Breaking the surface of the water and looking into John's eyes. Giving him a wicked knowing grin 

"You stay in the water as long as you need to cool down," winking as she says that. 

Giving him a quick hug as she turned to glide away her tits slid against his chest. The sliding of her breast against John's chest almost made Laura moan. It was a good idea that she was swimming away from John too. She didn't understand what was happening to her. Just a few hours ago these thoughts would not even crossed her mind in passing. Now they were permeating into her mind and she was desiring the feel of John's young hard cock in her hand again and possibly more. She couldn't act on those desires could she?

Swimming back to Nancy and Chris she pulled herself out of the water and laid down on the lounge on the other side of her Mom. 

"Chris can you work the sunscreen into my skin so I won't burn?"

"Sure hun." 

She laid on her tummy Chris started at her feet and squeezed a line of lotion up each of her legs. Rubbing slowly up and down her legs with a hand on each leg he made sure every inch of her skin was covered with lotion. When he arrived at her thighs he spent special attention to her inner thighs. Lost in the lotion massage he forgot about Nancy next to them. His thumbs touched the hem of her bikini between her legs as he slid his hands around her thighs. Remembering Nancy was there he picked up the lotion bottle and squirted lotion around Laura's back. Chris rubbed the lotion over her back. Taking one arm and wrapping his oiled hands around it sliding from her shoulder to her hand and then the other arm doing the same. 

Chris looked over to Nancy and saw she was watching the whole time. Laura rolled over and Chris proceeded to cover the front of her body with sunscreen. His hands sliding up and down her legs again and his thumbs glided over the crotch of her bikini before moving to her tummy. Sliding around in circles and making sure to slide around the edge of her bikini. Moving to her breast Chris made sure all exposed flesh was well oiled. Moving up her neck and sliding fingers around her face following the contours. Soon her whole body was shiny with lotion.

Nancy watched intently as Chris covered her daughter's body with lotion. She wished she had someone that would do the same thing for her. Nancy could feel hands sliding over her own body while watching Chris working the lotion into Laura's skin. What a wonderful feeling it would be. Nancy grew warm watching the show next to her. She will have to take another dip in the pool to cool down.

Nancy got up and slid into the water. John was still swimming and avoiding everyone. 

"Hey kiddo what are you doing?"

"Nothing," was his reply.

Splashing him again playfully she swam toward John. John turned to get away but before he could Nancy jumped on his back her breast pressing against him with arms wrapped around his neck. Shaking her off John felt her tits rub against his back. That didn't help his current condition at all since the reason he was still in the water was because he was aroused. 

They horse played around in the pool till the light started to dim toward dusk and the mosquitos made their presence known. 

"Time to go inside before we are eaten alive", Laura laughed.

Lucky for John by then the problem of his stiff cock was no long an issue. Everyone picked up their towels and dried off as they entered the house. Nancy and Laura slipped on sundresses over their bikinis.

After eating a light meal they all were ready to sleep. After giving a hug and light kiss on the cheek to Chris, Laura and John Nancy retired to the master bedroom. Chris stretched and yawned and headed to their room. 

Laura walked with John up the stairs and when they arrived at his room she slid her arms around his neck and hugged him close. Slightly straddling his leg and pressing her covered pussy against his thigh. Laura kissed him fully on the mouth which was not the norm. 

"Night night John," Nancy said with a slightly throaty voice.

Her hug lasted longer than normal. Laura was relishing in the feel of John against her. John was shocked and surprised with what was happening. Mom had never acted like that before. His cock started getting hard again. He felt her thigh pressing against his growing cock. He needed to get away before she became aware of his growing hard on. 

"Good Night Mom." As he pulled away and hastily went into his room. 

Laura sighed and went to her room stripped and slid into bed next to Chris. Thinking how wonderful it felt to have John's body against hers and feeling his cock grow against her thigh. With the steady breathing of Chris indicating that he was fast asleep left Laura's hand to slip down between her legs cup her pussy. Laura slowly rubbed up and down over her pussy thinking of John's hard young cock. Remembering how it felt in her hand during the car ride and now pressing against her thigh as they kissed. She quickly grew soaking wet and her fingers slid up and down around her clit and into her. The taboo erotic thoughts filling her mind causing a burning lust she had not felt before. An explosive climax shook her body. Feeling guilty she rolled up to Chris fell into fitful sleep. 

John in the next room had a hard cock to contend with. He wrapped his hand around it and started stroking. Trying to think of his porn magazines and girls he knew but his mind kept bringing back his mom and the feel of her body against his and the kiss she gave him. He had never thought of her before but the feel of her kiss, her body pressing against him and her thigh pressing against his growing cock burned in his mind. John stroked trying to think of other women but losing the battle and climaxing with the thought of his mom's body against him. His sleep was no less troubled than Laura's that night.



Family Trip to Grandma's Ch. 03



Laura's restless night was filled with dreams. She dreamed of feeling John's hard young cock in her hand while riding in the car. Laura felt John snuggling up behind her with his erection resting between the cheeks of her ass. She started to rock slowly against it and she felt herself becoming very aroused. Laura Moaned as she rocked against the hard cock pressing to her. She wiggled to position what she so desired between her legs so the head slid against her pussy lips and over her clit. Laura moved more and more against John teasing her pussy and clit. Pressing back against him and feeling his hand caressing and fondling her breast. Her body was on fire like it hadn't been in a long time. His hardness slipped into her slick pussy and started stroking in and out. As she reached close to climax she woke and pressed hard back and fucked wildly. Chris was driving hard into her and soon exploded deep inside her. Feeling his cum filling her brought her to ecstasy. 

"Wow Laura what were your dreaming? You must have been really having a hot dream."

"You will never know," Laura breathlessly replied. The vision of John behind her before she woke with Chris fucking her was fresh in her mind.

"I haven't seen you this excited in some time. I would love to know what you were dreaming to get you so worked up." Chris stated.

Again Laura replied, "You will never know."

Chris left it at that because he knew he would not get another answer if he tried to press for one.

They curled up together and fell asleep in each other's arms. They slept in the warm afterglow of love making till morning.

The first rays of sun filtered into John's room. He woke with his usual erection. Sliding his hand under the sheet he wrapped his hand around his hard cock to relieve himself so he could use the toilet. Slowly stroking at first with his eyes still close he thought of a sexy girl from school. How she dressed to tease with short shorts that barely covered the cheeks of her ass or a short skirt that left little to the imagination. She always wore tops without a bra to show her the full firmness of her young breast. He stroked faster and faster thinking about her. What happened with his mom was pushed back in his mind and wasn't thought of till he was close to climaxing. Then just before his young hard cock exploded Mom's kiss and body rushed forward into his consciousness. He remembered the feel of her breast pressing against him causing him to shiver as he climaxed. After he climaxed he felt guilt for thinking of his mom when he climaxed.

John went to the bathroom to clean up and relieve himself. Then dressed and got ready for the day.

Laura and Chris woke and still curled up together. They went to the bathroom after John was done and freshened up and got ready for the day. 

Nancy called up to everyone, "Come and get it breakfast is ready."

Laura had put on Daisy Duke Style shorts and a button front blouse that was not buttoned but tied in a knot under her breast. Her breast were still firm enough to stand proud without a bra. Her breast bounced provocatively as she descended the stairs to the kitchen. Chris was proud of how his wife had kept up her figure over the years and didn't think of effect what she was wearing might have on John. 

Luckily John came down after Chris and Laura and didn't see her breast bouncing sensually as she came down the stairs or he might have had a stiff problem before breakfast watching her.

"Here mom let me help you." Laura said.

John and Chris sat down while Laura and Grandma Nancy put the food on the table. Laura bent over near John giving him a view of her Cleavage. Her breast wiggling as she moved to place the dish in front of John. She subconsciously was wiggling a little more than needed and the extra wiggle was not missed by John. The last item to get was fresh rolls from the oven and when Laura bent to pull the hot tray from the oven her sweet bottom was accentuated. Both John and Chris enjoyed the view.

Grandma Nancy was wearing a thin sundress with a shelf bra under, which was not needed. She liked to tease a little sometimes herself and brushed against Chris when she put food on the table. The brush against Chris gave Nancy a tingle and her nipples stiffen. She has been far too long without a partner for intimacy. Taking care of her needs with toys and fingers just goes so far.

Laura glancing over to John after the dream last night gave her a tingle and her face to feel warm. She squeezed her legs together putting pressure on her clit. The thought entered her mine, "How could she be a prim and proper mom with having these thoughts and feeling about her son?"

After the meal Chris said, "John let's take a hike in the woods and see how things are after the winter." They enjoyed hiking in the woods with cameras and enjoying the time away from everything. 

"Sure dad lets go. I will get my camera and sketch pad."

They headed out the door and over the fields to the woods leaving the women alone sitting at the table.

"Mom we have been able to talk about anything over the years right?"

"Sure Laura you can tell me anything you know that."

"Well... something happened yesterday and I can't get it out of my mind. I know it is wrong but I just can't shake it." She lowered her eyes as she spoke.

Nancy touched her daughter's hand, "it is ok Laura!"

"Well you know I sat in the back seat with John on the drive here. He fell asleep and while he slept he had an erection. It was very visible in his shorts. I looked at it and was tempted by wondering how it felt. So while he slept I put my hand on the cock in his shorts. I was just going to feel it and not keep my hand on the lump in his shorts." Laura narrated

With the pause Nancy said, "But you didn't." Nancy caressed her daughter's hand for comfort and support.

"Right I didn't remove my hand but wrapped it around his young cock through his shorts. I just held it and marveled at the heat. I even had a climax holding his strong youthful cock in my hand. But no matter how much I told myself I should not be holding his cock I couldn't pull my hand away. I even slipped my hand under my dress and touched my panties and they were soaked though and slippery. I had another orgasm when I licked my wet fingers clean. How could I do that with my son? It was so Taboo." 

While Nancy listened to Laura's confession she grew warm herself. The thought of her Laura holding her own son's cock was exciting. She knew things like that has happened but never thought it would happen in her own family.

"That explains a lot why I felt your hard nipples when we hugged after you got out of the car and John's stiff cock that he tried to hide while we hugged." Nancy revealed. "I can see how it was tempting to touch the bulge in his shorts. I would be tempted myself. Try to put it out of your mind Laura."

"But mom it wasn't just in the car. Before Chris and I came to the pool we had sex. It was great but I thought of John's cock in my hand and how it might feel."

"Those are just thoughts."

"In the pool when my breast slid against John I shivered with excitement. Then before going to bed I kissed John. Not just a kiss on the cheek but a kiss on his mouth and lingered longer than I should have. Also I pressed against him hard during the kiss. Not something a proper mother should have done. And last night I was dreaming John was behind me and I felt his hard cock rubbing against my pussy and clit and then slide into me. I was about to cum while John was fucking me when I woke up with Chris fucking me. I climaxed so hard thinking about the dream and John fucking me."

"Wow I don't know what to say."

With everything that Laura was telling her mom Nancy was getting excited and squeezing her legs together. Her nipples were very hard and was soaking wet between her legs. Nancy was now thinking she needs to look closer at what John has between his legs.

"Laura, are you at hot as I am right now?"

"I really hate to admit it but I am soaked and very horny talking and thinking about my son."

"Come with me Laura. I am going to show you how I take care of my needs since I am not as fortunate as you with a partner. I really need something as horny as I am right now."

Standing up Nancy took Laura's hand and lead her to her bedroom. Once there she sat on her bed and pulled open the drawer of the night stand revealing several phallic shaped toys and personal vibrating massagers. 

Nancy pulled out a phallic toy and said, "This is the one I like to use most of the time."

"You know mom that one looks about the size of John." Laura held out her hand to receive it from her mom. When Nancy placed it in Laura's hand Laura wrapped her fingers around the shaft. "Mmm yes it feels very close to the size of how John's dick feels." 

Nancy pondered the thought and said, "I am sure he would feel wonderful because this feels so good when I need relief. It is 8" and even has the balls attached. It is very enjoyable to use."

"I would love to see how it feels but it wouldn't be right at the moment."

"Why not, the guys will be gone for a couple of hours yet. You know how they get when the go on one of their hikes."

"But with my MOM?"

"We are both grown women and both horny right now. What would be wrong with us sharing a moment like this? You can use that toy and I will use another that I like."

"But!"

Nancy reached over and untied Laura's blouse and slid it off her shoulders revealing her breast. "Now remove the shorts too Laura." Nancy instructed. As Laura stood and removed her shorts Nancy pulled her dress over her head and removed her bra. Now they were both nude.

"I have another idea Laura. Lay on the bed and I will get behind you and use the 8" toy like in your dream about John."

Nancy gently pushed Laura onto the bed to lie down. Laura laid on her side like she would be sleeping and Nancy got behind her. Laura's mom's breast pressed gently against Laura while she snuggled behind her. Nancy squeezed some KY onto the toy and laid it between Laura's cheeks. She slid the length up and down slowly between the cheeks. Whispering, "Is this how your dream started?"

"Yes that is how it started." Laura replied.

"Does John feel good sliding up and down between the cheeks of your ass Laura?"

"MMM yes he feels wonderful."

Nancy slips a bullet vibrator into her own pussy and turns it on so she has stimulation along with her daughter. With her breast against Laura's back and sliding her toy up and down between the cheeks it wasn't long before Nancy was soaking wet.

Nancy slid the toy up and down against Laura then slipped it between her legs. The toy slipped easily along Laura's pussy lips and against her clit. Mom stroked it over Laura's pussy. The toy was slick from the KY jelly but becoming much slicker from Laura.

Nancy spoke quietly in Laura's ear, "My how John has grown since you last gave him a bath."

Laura gasped, "OH DEAR."

Nancy moved to rub her nipples against Laura's back adding to each other's excitement. A faint buzzing sound of the bullet in Nancy filtered quietly to their ears. Nancy moved in rhythm with her sliding the toy over Laura's pussy. The head of the toy slid up and down between the folds of Laura's pussy lips. Nancy slid the toy faster and faster over Laura's wet pussy. Their bodies pressing against each other wet with perspiration.

Laura rocked her hips in rhythm of Nancy stroking the dildo against her. She moved to have the head slip deeper into her womb. Laura pressed back against Nancy's hand as it slid deep into her. 

"OH YES" Laura moaned.

"John is very filling isn't he Laura?" Nancy whispered.

"This is wrong! Oh this is wrong!" Laura gasped.

"But John feels so very good. Even better since he is taboo and your son." Nancy's voice barely audible to Laura adding to the dream state she had entered.

John thrust hard into her and she thrust back against John in her dream state. Laura's body shook with unbridled lust. Fucking hard against John and climaxed harder than she could ever remember. 

Nancy hugged Laura tightly feeling Laura's climax and bringing her to mutual climax ecstasy. 

Holding each other in the warm afterglow and breathing heavy to catch their breath. The parlor clock chimed 5 which brought mother and daughter back to reality. The men will be home soon and shouldn't catch them like this. They got out of bed and dressed. They put the toys away where they were found. 

"That was something else Mom. I never would have thought you would go along with something so taboo like that."

"I have been a long time without an intimate companion you would be surprise what the mind starts to think and dream about. The internet does not help with what you start thinking about. There are many areas that talk about the taboo of incest."

"This has been a very exciting fantasy to dream about John fucking me but will I ever really do something like this? It is frowned upon be society and morals so I don't think I could do it for real Mom."

"Laura you have already had incest. Incest with your own mom today while dreaming about John. We were both nude and sexual together."

Laura was thinking about all her mom had said as John and Chris walked through the door. Her nipples were burning hard.

"Hey we are home." Chris announced 

Laura got up from the table where her and her mom had been talking. She wrapped her arms around Chris hugging him tight. "Welcome home."

Nancy got up and said. "I need a hug too." She pulled Chris from Laura and hugged him tightly and pressed her breast tight to his chest with only the sundress and his shirt separating her breast from his chest. Nancy moved some to rub her body against his and was rewarded with feeling Chris growing below.

After Nancy pulled Chris from Laura's arms Laura said, "Come here John." She wrapped her arms around John and pressed her firm tits and burning hard nipples to his sweat wet t shirt. The feel of his chest against her gave her a warm glow. She held him far longer than you would think necessary welcoming him back from the hike. 

John hugged his Mom tight and gave her one of his famous bear hugs. She felt so good and her hard nipples he felt against his chest excited him. He started to grow and for a moment didn't care if she felt him growing hard. They pressed against each other before Laura pulled back and gave John a kiss on the lips with her tongue touching his lips for a moment.

Chris went to the refrigerator and poured himself a class of lemonade.

Nancy said "Give grandma a hug too John." 

They wrapped each other together in their arms. Nancy made sure her breast were pressing against John's chest and moved to rub against him during the hug. John was still hard from hugging his mom and Nancy pressed against his hardness reveling in how he has grown. Something will need to be done with that she thought.

"I received a phone call while John and I were hiking and there is a situation at work that needs my immediate attention. I tried to solve the issue over the phone with no success so I will have to leave first thing in the morning." Chris informed them with a sad voice. 

"Honey we planned this all year since this might be the last time John will be able to be with us as a family before he heads to college."

"I know Laura but there is nothing I can do about it. You are John stay here the rest of the week and I will return Saturday to spend the last weekend together. I will try to be back sooner but I don't know if I can."

"I am glad we had our scouting hike in before you had to leave Dad. I always love exploring the woods with you."

"Don't worry about us Chris. Laura, John and I will find plenty of things to do." Nancy said with a twinkle in her eyes.

That evening in bed Laura and John talked about him having to leave.

"Chris is there any way you could deal with the problem without having to leave?"

"I wish there was but it is not possible and I do have to go to get things fixed or loose a large account which we need right now."

"Well dear we will have to make the most of tonight to hold us until the weekend." Laura pushed Chris onto his back and climbed on. She rubbed her body against Chris. Nipples rubbing seductively against Chris' skin helping him grow under her. Laura moved to kiss the length of his cock with her pussy lips. She slid up and down the length of his rapidly stiffening member. Rocking against Chris and sliding up and down his cock with her rapidly damping pussy lips. She slid down and rubbed her pussy over his balls. She always enjoyed fucking her pussy with his balls and the length of his cock. Laura rocked harder and faster against balls. Laura came and squirted pussy juices all over his balls and cock. 

Laura slid up to position his cock to her pussy and it slipped easily into her pussy. Laura's hands on his chest for support and started hiding hard on his hard cock. With each thrust down on his cock Chris thrust up into Laura. It has been a while since they have had sex like this and he was going to make the most of it. Chris pounded up into Laura and she rode hard down onto him. Time was lost while they made love together. He caressed her thighs and hips while they fucked. Her hands gripped and massaged his chest almost too hard giving him bruises. They fucked hard and strong till the both erupted in climaxes. Laura squirted hot pussy juices all over Chris' stomach and Chris filled her pussy with cum. 

Laura collapsed on top of Chris. All thoughts of John had been pushed to the back of her mind during the love making. Chris was still inside Laura and she squeezed him with her vaginal muscles. While squeezing Chris the thought of the afternoon with her mom and the toy inside her feeling like John. How was she going to stand the rest of the week without Chris being here to keep her from having thoughts of John and his hard young cock and what it would feel like inside her? She won't have Chris to go to when the lust for John fills her mind. 

Nancy was in her room with the toy she had fucked her Laura with and telling her it was John. It was covered with personal lube. She slid her hand up and down the length slowly. If this is this the size of John he would feel very nice in hand and sliding in and out her pussy. Nancy slid the slippery dildo around over her breast and slowly down between her legs. She slid the tip up and down over her engorged clit and then pushed it into her waiting pussy. "MMM John you sure have grown into a wonderful young man." Nancy fucked her pussy with the dildo moving faster and faster. She humped up to the toy. "Yes John fuck your grandma hard make me cum." She thrust the dildo in harder and faster into her pulsating pussy. Soon her body was shaking and stiffened as she climaxed. "Yes John you made Grandma cum hard."

John has he own thoughts to sort through. The feel of his Mother's hard nipples was great and then Grandma pressing against the hard on he had from his mother wow what is happening? He slowly slid his hand up and down his hard young cock while remembering the feelings of his Mom's nipples and Grandma pressing against his hard on. Thinking about Mom and Grandma is wrong right that is what he has always been told but how nice did they feel. And the kisses Mom has given him since they got to Grandma's are more than what they use to be. John stroked faster and faster. He dreamed about Mom and Grandma as he jerked off. He stroked himself hard and fast until he squirted arches of cum all over his stomach. After he wiped himself clean he fell asleep.



Family Trip to Grandma's Ch. 04



Chris woke the next morning wishing he didn't have to leave and go to work. Laura was still sleeping when Chris looked over to her. The early morning light streaming into the window gave her face a glow and Chris smiled to himself for the beautiful woman that is his wife. Their life has been good and they have raised a wonderful son. There have been ups and downs but that is what makes a life and marriage together.

Chris slid his hand up along Laura's arm caressing her skin. He cupped her breast and just held it while she slept. He felt her nipple stiffened against the palm of his hand. He took it between his fingers and rolled it slowly. Her breasts are still firm and sexy standing up proud from her chest. Also her nipples stood proud at half an inch.

Slipping his hand down her tummy the covers were pulled down exposing her breasts. Chris moved to take her nipple between his lips and started nibbling and sucking on her nipple as his had slid farther down over her tummy to between her thighs. Rubbing slowly up and down over her pussy lips he nursed on her nipple. He pressed the length of his finger between her warm lips and moved it up and down moving against her clit and spreading the growing wetness. He felt her clit twitch against his finger. 

When Laura was slippery and wet Chris curled his finger into her waiting pussy. Still nursing on her nipple he started sliding his finger in and out. Laura moaned softly in her sleep. Chris loved waking her like this. His finger moved faster in and out of her pussy. Soon her pussy was gripping around his finger as it slid in and out. Her hips moved up and down with his finger sliding in and out. Her body moved to press her breast to his sucking mouth. Her breath became labored and panting. Laura rocked against his probing finger and suckling mouth. As she grew close to climaxing she woke with the wonderful sensations. She pulled Chris tight to her breast and groaned in pleasure as the orgasm over took her. 

"Thank you honey I always love it when you wake me like this." 

Laura leaned over to Chris and kissed him deeply and passionately while sliding her hand down and giving him a squeeze. She moved to straddle him and have his member between her legs. Reaching between her legs like his cock was hers and started stroking him. Her hand slid up and down his cock and rubbed over her own pussy at the same time. Stroking both together Laura rocked against her hand rubbing and stroking Chris. Her excitement grew again as she stroked both Chris and herself. 

Laura gripped Chris and rubbed the head around and over her clit. Her hand became slippery with her pussy juices and stroking him. She positioned the head to her pussy and rolled her hips. Chris slipped quickly and easily into her. Their legs were scissor together as they started fucking. Chris' leg was up over her breast as she hugged it between them. They rocked hard against each other fucking. Chris driving into Laura as her pussy gripped tightly around him as he slid in and out. They held each other tightly and climaxed together Chris filling Laura with his cum.

They collapsed onto the bed and curled up together holding each other. "Oh I wish I didn't have to go to work!" Chris said.

"I wish you didn't have to leave either. I don't know what I will do while you are gone and not here with me." Laura was thinking about what she has been thinking about the last couple of days.

"Well dear there isn't much I am able to do about the situation. I will try to solve the problem as quickly as possible and return as soon as I can."

"I will be looking forward for your return Chris."

Nancy called to everyone knowing that Chris has to leave early. "Everyone breakfast is ready."

Laura and Chris finished getting ready and went for breakfast. John was already working on a plate full of pancakes, eggs and bacon.

"Good morning sleepy heads" Nancy said as Chris and Laura sat down to eat.

"We were just getting our last snuggle in before Chris has to leave this morning."

Nancy gave Chris and Laura a knowing grin.

John knew that his mom and dad had sex together but his reaction to the statement that Laura gave was to say, "Mush."

After breakfast Chris said, "Well I have to be going. I will finish as quickly as I can and get back. I wish I didn't have to go and could relax the rest of the week like you guys will be doing. I will leave my things here just in case I am able to get back and enjoy some of the rest of the week."

Chris went to the car followed by Laura, Nancy and John. Laura gave Chris a deep kiss and tight hug. "Hurry back dear!"

Nancy gave him a hug and kiss on the cheek. "We will be fine. I am sure we will find something to fill the time till you get back."

"Remember Dad I have only one week for Spring break before I have to go back to school."

"Yes John I remember I will be sure and be back on the weekend at least so we can get you back to school on time."

Chris climbed into the car and drove out the end drive. 

"Hey Grandma did you get the internet hooked up since we were here last? I know you were talking about getting it."

"Yes John I have the internet. Do you want to use it?"

"I want to check my email and see if Jill has sent me a message."

"Go ahead my computer is in my bedroom. Use it as long as you like." 

"Thanks Grandma."

Nancy had been looking at stories on, "Literotica," and left the site up. She thought of this after she told John he could use her computer. The stories page is the one up on the computer so she could look through categories. Would it be so bad for him to see the site and read some of the stories? She thought, isn't he 18 after all? Nancy decided not to worry about him seeing the site.

"Let me change first and then you can use the computer."

Nancy changed into her metallic blue bikini to sit next to the pool and get some sun. Laura changed too into her Brazilian Metallic Pink Halter Scrunch Bottom Bikini and joined her mom next to the pool. 

"Laura would you like me to put the sunscreen on you?"

"Sure you can put it on my back where I can't reach." 

Laura stretched out on the lounge chair on her belly. Nancy squeezed some lotion onto Laura's back and slowly rubbed it into her skin. Sliding her hands up and down Laura's back. Her fingers rubbed along Nancy's spine. Covering her back with the lotion and making her skin shine with an oiled look. Laura gave a sigh with the wonderful feeling of getting her back rubbed. Then after her back was covered Nancy squirted a line of lotion the length of both of Laura's legs. A hand for each leg Nancy slid her hands slowly up and down. From her feet slowly up to the edge of Laura's bikini. 

In Nancy's bedroom John was sitting at the computer which was located on a small desk under the window facing the back yard and pool. Waking up the computer John found the browser was already open to a website. Grandma must have forgotten that she had left it up. Oh well he can close it. But before he did the title on the page caught his attention, "Literotica." Also on the page it said, "You are logged in as". Grandma has been on this site enough to have a profile? His curiosity was peaked and he clicked on her profile to see what she has been reading. He forgot what he had gotten on the computer for in the first place. Opening her profile he saw her favorite's link and opened it. There was quite a list Grandma had. The majority of stories were incest/taboo and lesbian, NO WAY. Clicking on one of the stories John started reading. He didn't know Grandma had such thoughts. The story was hot. He didn't think she had thoughts of incest but her list and the story had him thinking. 

Glancing up from his reading he saw Grandma rubbing lotion up and down his Mom's legs. Already excited from ready the vision didn't help. Watching Nancy rubbing up and down Laura's legs was seen in a new light. Both of Mom and Grandma had great bodies and very sexy in their metallic bikinis. Nancy's fingers slid up a down slowly along Laura's inner legs. Laura spread her legs slowly as Nancy caressed the lotion between her legs. Soon when Nancy caressed close to her bikini covered pussy Laura lifted her hips a little to hopefully have her mom touch. 

John noticed his Mom moving her hips as his Grandma caressed close to her bikini. It was a slight movement but she was moving when his Grandma was close to the bikini. His thought went to the stories that were on Grandma's favorites list lesbian and incest/taboo. It couldn't be that his Mom and Grandma were... Could it? John was very hard watching them by the pool and the thoughts running through his head. His hand rested in his lap and he pressed down on the lump that had formed. 

Nancy held gently to Laura's waist and said, "roll over dear and I will get your front too. But before you roll over we don't want tan lines."

"What about John? What if he comes out and sees me without my top?"

"It will be fine. John is busy on the computer and I am sure he will be there for a while. Besides we will hear the door open and close long before he will see anything. You will be covered with a towel before he sees." Nancy untied the back of Laura's bikini top so when Laura rolled over the top was left behind. Lotion was squirted on each nipple. Nancy covered Laura's nipples with the palms of her hands and squished the lotion. She rubbed the lotion in circles down around Laura's breast.

John's eyes went wide with what he was seeing grandma doing to his mother's breast. Undoing and unzipping his pants he freed his raging hard-on. He started stroking slowly watching grandma rubbing around his mother's breast. This was wilder than anything he could have imagined. John couldn't remember a time when he was harder than he was then viewing his grandma rubbing his mother's breast.

Laura moaned softly with the oil rubbing around her breast. It was feeling wonderful and erotic. She remembered back to when the guys were gone on their hike and her mom and she had some personal time together. The pleasure came quicker this time and without the trepidation that was present when her mom seduced her. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the pleasure of her mom massaging and rubbing her breast and skin.

John enjoyed the vision of his mom's beautiful breast being rubbed with lotion. He slid his hand up and down his stiffness. He was not going to last long with the erotic site he was watching by the pool. Then it dawned on him he was not prepared for squirting in his grandma's room. He had nothing to catch his cum that threatened to erupt. John jumped up and ran to the bathroom, knocking over the desk chair. He groaned as he stood over the toilet and stroked fast with the vision in his mind of his grandma and mother at the pool. His cock exploded and he heard the splash of his semen hitting the water as he climaxed.

Nancy had an evil grin when she heard the muffled sound of the chair falling over as John jumped up from the computer in her room. She tweaked Laura's nipples stimulating her. Nancy slid one hand down and rubbed her own thigh slowly while caressing and fondling Laura's nipples. Had John really been watching what was happening? Nancy had to find out for sure and see if she can do something about it.

John went up to his room and looked out the window. Grandma and mom where still at the pool with Laura on her back breast exposed. What he had read of the stories that grandma had on her favorites list gave him new thoughts of his mom and grandma. Looking at them in a new light he saw them as more than just beautiful but also as very sexy. The erection that had subsided from squirting into the toilet quickly returned with vigor. This is wrong he thought. How could he be thinking of his own mother sexually? Everything that he had heard and been taught has said things like that were wrong but he couldn't help himself with what grandma had on her computer and watching them at the pool.

Nancy squirted lotion all over Laura, on her breast, tummy and legs. Then she said, "Laura I have to check on something you better rub the lotion in yourself." Nancy left Laura to rub the lotion into her own skin. Walking into the house quietly she checked on her room and found the chair at the computer toppled over backward like someone had jumped up quickly. She was also pleased to see that John had looked at the favorite stories she had on Literotica. Nancy smiled thinking that the idea of thinking of his mom and her sexually most likely was planted in his mind.

Nancy's bare feet helped her move through the house unheard by John. When she arrived at the door to his room she found him looking out the window toward the pool. With his attention riveted on the scene below she was able to walk up behind him with John noticing. Looking around him she saw Laura rubbing the lotion around her breast. There was a visible darker color between her legs in the material of her bikini.

Nancy removed her bikini and moved behind John. Slipping her hands around him she grabbed his stiff member. John jumped back surprised that she was there and felt her breast press into his back. They burned hot against his back. "Need some help with this John?" Nancy held his hardness and slid her hands up and down the length of it. 

"Your mom is very sexy isn't she John? She has wonderful tits and they are so nice to suckle on too. She has smooth sexy legs too."

Nancy stroked him slowly as she talked about how sexy his mom was. She felt his penis jump as she talked and stroked Laura was right that his cock was about the same as the 8"dildo they had fun with while they guys were out on their hike. Nancy needed to feel how it felt more than with just in her hands. She moved against him rubbing her body and hard nipples against his back. 

She whispered in his hear, "let's go to your bed."

Nancy gently pulled him toward his bed. John was so aroused that if he was going to have any resistance it quickly faded. Nancy moved in front of him and John had his first view of his grandma in all her naked glory. He took a deep breath and let it out slowly, "OH WOW." She pushed him back onto the bed. Lifting each foot she pulled off his shoes and then grabbed the bottom of his pants and slid them off. Caressing her hands up his legs she stroked over the bulge of his manhood in his boxers. Fondling his balls and the length of his penis she reached the waist of his boxers and quickly pulled them off. 

Such a lovely young man she thought as she looked at his stiff member. Nancy lay against his legs and slowly slid up them rubbing his skin with her breast. His cock and balls slid against her breast as she moved up his body. Nancy unbuttoned his shirt as she slide up over him. Soon her nipples were grazing lightly over the skin of his chest which caused him to shiver with excitement. Laura let her weight rest on John hugging him both feeling the warmth of the other. 

"John you feel wonderful!"

Nancy rocked her hips slowly rubbing her wet lips up and down against his balls and along the length of his rock hardness. Her wetness making John wet too. Soon both were slippery with her juices. Nancy rolled her hips to feel his length slide up and down between the swollen lips of her woman hood. The head rubbed against her clitoris. She pressed harder against John with the pleasure ever building between them. Nancy felt the head strumming against her clit playing a sweet melody of pleasure.

Nancy and John started kissing. Nibbling each other's lips and growing more passionate with their kisses as time passed and the erotic pleasure climbed. Tongues slipped into the other's mouth and started playing. They had deep passionate kisses between grandmother and grandson. The lovers moved against each other as they rubbed their bodies sensually together. Nancy rocked faster against John's cock. She loved the head sliding up and down between her pussy lips and over her clit. It had been so long since she had felt a hard penis sliding against her like this. 

A roll of her hips moved the head of John's cock lower and it popped into her slippery waiting pussy. In one smooth stroke he slipped completely into her. 

Nancy, "Groan SSSSigh." 

John, "AAAAAA OOHHH"

NOTHING had ever felt better to either of them as he entered and filled her with his raging erection. They both stopped moving and held each other. The sheer pleasure of their union was beyond description. Nancy's body was quivering as she lay on John. John's hips were jerking without trying as Nancy quivered on him. John held his grandma in a tight hug. Nancy held her grandson in her arms. Heads were nuzzled together. 

Nancy started rocking her hips and sliding John in and out of her. She gripped her kegel muscles around him as he slipped in and out. John started matching her push down with his push up. Their breathing became heavy with moans and sighs of pleasure. Nancy increased her speed rocking harder on John. It had been so long since she had a real lover and now with John she couldn't have asked for a better love. Moving faster Nancy climaxed and squirted hot juices over John. 

Nancy didn't stop and sat up on John straddling him and rocking hard on his wet body and cock. Her hands held onto John's chest for support. John reached up and caressed and fondled Nancy's breast. He rolled her nipples between his fingers and pulled on them. The sexual pleasures were so very intense for both of them. They became as one together. 

"John, suck my breast." Nancy said as she leaned to him and offered her nipple for John. He took her nipple between his lips and started kissing and sucking. John nursed on her breast making Nancy moan. He caressed her thighs and hips as she rocked on him. They were lost to the world around them. Their world was focused between them and the loving sex they were having. 

Down at the pool Laura had dozed a little. Waking still with her top off and no one around she began to wonder where her mother had gone. She remembered Nancy saying she was going to check on something and be back soon. So where was her mom? Putting her top on and walking into the kitchen her mom wasn't to be found. Laura looked around the first floor of the house and found no one. Ok where could she be? Laura thought she could ask John if he had seen or knew where his grandma had gone. She climbed the stairs to John's room and entered the door.

"John have you seen... OH MY LORD!"

Laura saw a shocking sight she thought she would never see. Her mother was straddling her son and riding him. John was sucking hard on his grandma's breast and thrusting up into her. Laura almost fainted and fell back against the door frame. How her mom could be doing that with John? He was still only a boy right? He was her little boy. Laura stared at the couple before her. She had not seen other's having sex before let alone them being her own mother and her son. This trip to grandma's had been filled with many first. 

Nancy sat up on John and leaned back with her hands on his legs. She rocked hard on his raging cock. Moaning and panting for breath in the heat of the incest sex. Nancy's breast bounced and jiggled. The nipples pointed to the ceiling and looked to be almost half an inch and the areolas were a little pinker than her breast and raised like they were little breast. 

John's member was only briefly seen as Nancy rocked hard on his lap. The full length was never visible with her keeping him deeply inside her. John thrust up into his grandma groaning with eyes closed and not knowing he was being watched now by his mother. He held onto her hips pulling her tighter to him, if that were possible. He matched her movements perfectly thrusting in when she rocked down. 

Laura's face became flush. Was she flush with excitement or flush from the shock of her mother being with her son. Her mind flashed to the ride to grandma's and the feel of his penis during the trip and the feel of the dildo her mom had fucked her with saying wasn't it a lot like John's? No this is all wrong she shouldn't be thinking like that and what she was watching then should not be happening. Her own mom should not be fucking Laura's son. That was incest but she couldn't take her eyes off them. 




Family Trip to Grandma's Ch. 04



She should run but her feet would not move. Leaning against the door frame Laura's hands slowly rubbed her thighs. Her mind was in a fog and she didn't know what to think anymore. Everything she had known or believed seemed to be tossed out the window. Her hands caressing her skin and the view before her caused a shiver down her spine that ended between her legs and clit. All this was so wrong and naughty. Why did Chris have to go back to work and leave her like this? She was sure this would not be happening if he was still there and not gone.

Laura slowly spread her legs as her hands slid up her inner thighs then one of her hands cupped over her covered pussy mound gave it a squeeze. The shiver that had ended there now radiated through her whole body. She felt a heat that was very intense. Her nipples strained to be free and felt like they would burst through the bikini top on their own. Laura slid her other hand up and fondled her breast through the bikini as she started rubbing up and down over her mound. Laura lifted the bikini top up over her breast which exposed them to her hand for caressing. Her other hand slip in the top of her bottom and she slid a finger between her lips pressing against the distended clit. It jumped when she touched it and she grew even wetter.

The incest lovers on the bed were unaware that Laura was masturbating watching them. Nancy ground hard against John while he lifted up against her. His hands held her hips as she rode him hard. His cock and hips was slick with pussy juices. Their breaths were heavy. Their bodies glistened with perspiration. Nancy began to quiver and her hips shivered as she ground onto John. She literally gushed when she climaxed. Her juices covered John. Feeling her juices and his grandma's pussy pulsating tightly around his member he exploded and pumped his seed into her.

When Laura saw them climaxing she panicked. "NO!!" She ran to her bedroom and fell on the bed crying. 

Nancy heard the NO and looked up just in time to see Laura disappear around the corner. She didn't expect Laura to get so upset if she knew they had sex. With Laura and her having sexual fun while the men were gone it didn't seen that she would be so upset when she found out about Nancy and John.

"John your mom saw us having sex and it looks like it really upset her. I need to go talk with her and see if I can settle things down."

"I don't want you to leave I want to stay like this together and hold you."

"I do too but this is very important to talk with your mom. I will be back as soon as I can."

Walking into the bedroom where Laura was crying on the bed Nancy sat down next to her. Nancy hadn't put on cloths yet since she came directly from John's room to Laura's. Nancy put her hand on Laura's head and caressed it trying to comfort her.

"I am sorry if seeing John and I together has upset you so much Laura. John has such a nice body and is very handsome I could not resist seeing him with such an erection when I caught him looking out the window at you rubbing the sun lotion into your breast."

"What he saw that?" Laura asked.

"Yes he saw you rubbing lotion into your breast and he had such an erection sticking out of his pants watching you. I thought you wouldn't be so upset since you and I did things while the guys were out on their hike."

"Yes I know but seeing you and John together was altogether different. He is my boy my baby it is just a shock to see him like that with you. And what is even more socking is that I masturbated while you both were having sex. I am such a slut masturbating while watching my son and my mom fucking." 

"You are a normal sexual woman. Seeing others having loving fun is exciting no matter who you are. John is a wonderful lover and is so filling. I know you would feel the same way if you felt John like I have felt him."

"How could I ever do that because he is my baby my boy and if I did do something like I would be betraying Chris."

"Chris would never have to know for I will never tell him or anyone and I am sure John would never tell a soul."

"John would never want to do something like that with me. I am his mother for God's sake."

"JOHN, COME HERE YOUR MOM AND I WANT TO KNOW SOMETHING."

"Mom what are you doing?"

"We need to find out what John thinks."

John had dozed after the workout he had with grandma. "WHAT?" 

"JOHN WE NEED YOU TO COME HERE SO WE CAN FIND SOMETHING OUT AND YOU ARE THE ONLY ONE THAT ANSWERS THE QUESTION."

"OK I'LL BE RIGHT THERE."

John slipped on a pair of shorts and went to his mother's room. When he entered he saw mom lying on the bed with red eyes from crying. Grandma was still nude and beautiful. 

"What's up Grandma? What do you need me for?"

"Well, your mom was watching us have sex and masturbated at the same time."

"NO WAY."

"Yes she watched us and masturbated. She said you would not want to do what you have done with me with her because she is your mother. Well can you answer the question would you want to with her too?"

"Mom you shouldn't ask him that!"

John looked at his nude grandma and then at his bikini clad mother. Both were very sexy and beautiful women. With having sex with his own grandma what would be wrong with him having sex with his mom too?

"Mom you are very sexy and beautiful and you have great tits from what I saw when you and grandma rubbed lotion into them. Yes I would love to have sex with you too."

"But I am your mom!"

"I had sex with grandma so what is the difference having sex with my hot mom too?"

Laura rolled over onto her stomach and covered her face. 

Nancy motioned for John to remove his shorts and he stood to slip them off. John was again hard even after all the sex he had with grandma earlier. Nancy took his hand and pulled him behind his mother. 

"Here Laura just feel John lay over you and see what you think."

John climbed on over behind his mom and slowly lowered onto her. His hard cock lying against her bikini covered ass. The length pressed between the cheeks. Laura's body was beginning to betray her. John did feel good against her and his hard young cock pressing against her felt like it would be very filling. But she shouldn't feel like that.

Nancy told John, "move against your mom and let her feel your cock move."

He started to rock slowly against his mother's ass rubbing his cock up and down against her. His mom's ass felt great. Laura pressed up against her son's cock. Oh no her body was betraying her. He did feel good. His strong body over her and his strong hard cock rubbing against her ass gave her shivers.

"See Laura John does feel good doesn't he and I see you agree with how you are starting to move. We need to get your bikini off."

Laura gave a halfhearted, "nooo."

Nancy untied the top and spread it under Laura. She untied each side of the bikini bottom and pulled it down under John. His hard cock was now rubbing against his mother's bare ass cheeks and she was moving against him too. 

Nancy leaned next to Laura's ear and whispered, "Your son does feel good doesn't he? And he would feel even better inside you."

Laura shook her head, "no no"

"Lift up a little John." Nancy instructed. 

Nancy guided John to his mother's pussy lips and rubbed it a little against them. Laura tried to squeeze her legs and ass together to prevent what she knew was surely too happen. Nancy held him to his mother's pussy and with her other hand pushed down on his ass. Even with Laura squeezing her legs and ass together the head of his young cock slowly spread her pussy lips and popped into her.

"aaaohhh noo" Laura gasped.

John lowered his weight back onto his mom and his hardness pressed deeper and deeper into her as he rested on top of her. He entered his mother with a feeling of elation. She felt fantastic and with a feeling that he had never had before. He could not describe the exact feeling in words. 

Laura whimpered and cried some. This was so very wrong. Her baby should not be sliding his cock into her womb. How could this be happening? Her body quivered and started to respond to having him inside her. There was a flood of heat and wetness that she could not deny. Her pussy responded by gripping around his hardness. Laura lifted her hips and pressed up against him. 

Nancy watched the pair join and smiled. Laura is going to know the pleasure that she had earlier with John. She knew things had changed between mother and son. Nancy knew she wanted to keep having sex with her grandson and was sure Laura would feel the same soon.

John slid in and out of Laura with slow long strokes relishing the feelings of fucking his mom. He had become a mother fucker and loved it. The feel of her ass as he rocked against her felt so firm, soft and round. He pushed his cock as deep as possible into her. Soon he developed a steady rhythm rocking against her ass and sliding in and out of her tight pussy. He grunted each time he thrust into her and moaned as he slid out. 

Laura was lost. She could not long resist his thrusting in and out. She started thrusting up to him as he thrust in. They fucked as one matching the other's thrust. Laura moaned in pleasure with the fucking she was getting from her boy. They moved faster and faster fucking harder. Laura ground her ass back against John. Her juices were flowing and making a puddle on the bed under them.

Nancy started masturbating while watching the mother son sex. It was very erotic seeing them fucking. Her fingers rubbed up and down over her clit with the same speed her daughter Laura and Laura's son fucked next to her. She moved close enough to feel their bodies moving against hers while she masturbated. With one hand Nancy caressed both of her loved ones as they fucked. The trio moved faster as the heat of the incest union built between mother and son.

Laura thrust her ass up hard against John. She rocked against him feeling his body rocking against her ass and her son's man tool imbedded deep inside her. She was lost in the heat of the moment. Laura didn't care if it was her son fucking her. The sex with him was stupendous. Rocking her hips and thrusting up against John Laura was soon to explode and climax from fucking her son. 

John rocked and thrust in and out of his mom. Even though he had fucked grandma just minutes ago he was ready to cum again fucking his mom. This trip to grandma's had been wild. He had never thought in a million years that he would be fucking two beautiful sexy older women let alone them being his own grandma and mother. John groaned loud and thrust hard into Laura. With his cock as deep as possible in his mom it started to jump and twitch. His balls drew up tight ready to empty into his mother. 

"AAA MOMMM!" With that acclimation John exploded filling his mom with his cum.

Nancy said, "Good boy that is a very good boy."

Feeling her son pumping his cum into her Laura's body shook and she climaxed with abandon under John. Her pussy pulsated and gripped tightly around his cock as she felt his cock jump and jerk inside. It was one of the most intense climaxes she had ever had. 

Nancy rubbed and fingered her pussy faster and faster wanting to cum with them. Nancy rolled toward the pair and pressed against them as she climaxed. 

The trio collapsed on the bed. John rolled off his mom and curled up next to her and Nancy curled up behind John. He had become the filling between a MILF and a GILF. He was exhausted from fucking both of them. He quickly dozed into blissful sleep.

Laura slowly came down from the sexual high she had just experienced. The reality of what had just happened exploded into her mind. She started to sob. She had betrayed the trust of Chris and with her own son. She was evil and how could she even face Chris when he returned. Laura heard her son sleeping behind her while she cried. What had brought them to this point? 

Nancy pulled a blanket over John to keep him warm while he slept and she moved round the bed to talk with her daughter.

"Laura what is wrong. Didn't you enjoy it when your son fucked you?"

"Yes mom but it was so wrong. He should not have fucked me and I should not have let him. He is my son. And also I broke my wedding vow with Chris. Forsaking all others and holding onto him. I didn't forsake others and what is even worst I did it with our son."

John moved in his sleep and spooned behind his mom. He put his arm around her and cupped her breast. The unconsciously Laura wiggled to get more comfortable snuggling back against him.

"Looks like you enjoy snuggling with your son."

"He is tired and I don't want to disturb him. Let him sleep."

Laura's cell phone started ringing. Nancy picked it up and gave it to Laura. "Hello, Chris it is great to hear you. I have missed you and I wish you were here. You are done with was so important and you will be coming this evening. What time do you expect to be here? 6:00pm, we will have supper ready for when you get here. That is 4 hours and I will be counting till you get here."

After Laura hung up Nancy said, "That gives us 3 hours to have more fun."

"Mom didn't you hear what I said. It can't happen again. At lease it can't be between John and me."

"Ok Laura just rest for a while. This has been a busy day. And I will snuggle behind John and get some rest too."

While everyone rested John dreamed and he started to get excited. His cock stiffened against Laura's ass. His member pressed between her legs and against her pussy lips. Laura felt the familiar feeling of a cock pressing against her while she slept. She always loved when Chris did this and pressed back. She moaned softly in her sleep. The cock slipped into Laura and she gripped around it. Moving back against Chris/John behind her she relished the feeling of his cock as it slipped deeply into her. She started fucking back against him. 

As the pleasure mounted Laura moaned and pressed back against the probing cock. The building pleasure slowly woke her. She was close to climax and moaned as she woke and pressed back against John. Then the realization of who was behind her hit her like a ton of bricks. Laura jumped out of bed. "NO NOT AGAIN!"

Nancy woke hearing Laura scream. "What's wrong?"

"John and I were fucking when I woke."

"He felt good didn't he Laura."

"That is not the point mom. I said it could not happen again it is wrong."

"Mom you felt great when I woke inside you."

"John we can't do this."

"Well it is a waste to let a hard-on like that go without using it."

Nancy climbed over John and straddled him taking his erection and guided it to her pussy. She lowered onto John and started fucking. She loved his cock and fucking her grandson. His cock was already slick from his mother's pussy and slid easily into her. Laura stared in disbelief of her mom.

"Grandma you are the best and I love fucking you."

Laura looked at the time. Chris was going to be there in about an hour. She went to take a shower and get cleaned up before he arrived. Also there was the meal she told Chris would be waiting when he got there.

While Laura prepared the meal Nancy and John were busy too. Nancy ground down onto John gripping tightly around his cock. Moaning in pleasure she leaned to him and said. "Be a good boy and suck on my breast." John always wanting to be a good boy did what he was told and took her nipple into his mouth and started sucking.

Nancy held him to her breast and rode him hard. John thrust up hard into his grandma with loving lust. The pair continued fucking, sucking and groaning till they both climaxed. John filled his grandma again with his cum and Nancy squirted juices over John. They proceeded to make a mess of Laura and John's bed.

"I want to continue fucking like this John."

"So do I grandma."

Nancy climbed off John and looked at the mess of a bed. "We need to clean this up before your dad gets here so he doesn't know what has been going on." She stripped the bed sheets off the bed and took them to be washed. John went to take a shower and clean up. 

After taking the shower John put on a pair of shorts and t-shirt. As he walked into the kitchen he saw mom standing at the sink cleaning potatoes. He walked up behind her and slid his arms around her hugging tightly and nuzzled her neck. "I love you mom."

"I love you too son but we can't have sex again."

"But mom I love it with you and you feel so good."

"John we can't do that to your father. It is wrong because we are mother and son too."

Laura felt John against her and felt his erection pressing against her ass. "Cut that out John your dad will be here soon."

Nancy came into the kitchen just then and smiled. John sure has gain confidence. She walked over to them and took John's hand and gently pulled him from his mother. Laura wrapped him in her arms and hugged him tight. 

"Calm down John."

They all were in the kitchen when Chris pulled into the end drive. He honked the horn to let them know he was there. Laura came out the door smiled and waved as he pulled up in front of the house. She went down to greet him as she climbed out of the car. There were hugs and kisses.

"I have missed you Christ. I really wish you hadn't left. Things were not the same with you gone."

Laura held onto his arm as they walked to the house.



Family Troubles



Gina was visiting her daughter with husband in tow. They were staying at the house her daughter shared with fellow university students. It had been her idea as a means of checking up on Dianne. Her husband, Dean, of course hated the idea, until last night. 

Surrounded by young women he had obviously revelled in their attention. They didn't seem to notice the effect they had on him but Gina did. Once home she would make him pay for those nasty little thoughts that were firing his imagination.

There were no young men staying there and what's more one of the girls owned the off campus property. Or at least her wealthy parents did. That explained the cheap rent satisfactorily. She also observed the other girls and they passed her approval, more or less.

This morning she let Dianne fix her hair in a more modern, simple style. She even put on one of her summer dresses to please her. This was meant to be an opportunity at bonding. She hated the word and didn't see the need for it but relented. 

A daughter should obey her parents without that sort of liberal nonsense. She got on with her father alright. It was probably the inherited artsy thing they shared. They were out now viewing a modern art exhibition. Rather than join them she stayed to clean the kitchen. A far more practical use of her time and anyway it would have been sheer torture; all those blobs of paint ruining a perfectly good piece of expensive canvas.

First things first; the sink would have to be cleared. 

Hands rested on her shoulders lightly and began to massage her neck. Gina was about to shrug them off when a shushing noise was whispered in her ear. Her husband knew she liked her shoulders rubbed and how sensitive her ears were. Not that they had bothered to be that intimate recently.

If years could be called recently. She hadn't been counting. Sex was something to be endured and she was relieved when he gave up trying to interest her. Last night being surrounded by attractive young women must have rekindled his passion. 

About to put a stop to these unwanted attempts she instead stood still with hands gripping the sink. It was galling to be a substitute for them If she thwarted him too obviously he might make a fool of himself tonight. Better to leave him in hope of things to come, even if it was futile. 

They must have returned for something forgotten as both lived in a dream world half the time. If she didn't organise them and keep a strict eye on them they would drift into chaos. That meant he would soon have to return to the car or Dianne would interrupt this little attempt at seduction.

Seduction, the word was sordid enough. The hands moved over her bare back, a reminder she wore her daughters dress. She wore nothing so fashionable at home. Perhaps she too had been reminded of her youth. 

It had been such a short carefree time, before becoming pregnant with Dianne at seventeen. It seemed impossible. Where had the years gone? She was thirty-five, despite what they said last night. Even her husband had joined in, agreeing she looked like an older sister, rather than a mother 

It was nice! The hands were soft yet firm and strong. He had picked up a good technique with those thumbs. 'Where?' she thought. Suspicion was clouding its pleasantness. The car horn would sound or any minute Dianne would run in to fetch him. 

Gina was too practical to give in to a whim. Perhaps this was the best place and time for this rare sign of affection. To go much further would only end in disappointment, for them both.

Arms circled her waist and she felt gentle tickling kisses upon her neck. They were dry not slobbery so maybe he had learnt something after all. She almost thought it would be a pity to be interrupted but she was safe, he would soon trot off to his daughter when she called out to him.

The hands opened up and gripped her breasts. He had a firm hold, squeezing them, before she could protest. "Hey!" she complained. The thin dress had demanded a light bra rather than the solid whites she wore. Consequently he found a nipple to tease.

That was going too far. Afraid to attract attention to this wanton display by shouting, she dug an elbow into a rib. Surprisingly he hardly reacted, was she losing her touch?

At least one hand left her breast though the remaining arm tightened about her waist. The air was squeezed out of her before she could admonish him. Damn! He was proving to be friskier than she thought possible. Should she let him get away with it as planned or put her foot down now?

She lifted a foot up to graze his shin but remembered she wore soft slippers. It had been her idea to pack them of course. The free hand came up and slapped her bottom. Startled by this show of dominance she hardly noticed the hand return to her breast. It stung but the sound of the slap was more astonishing. The white cotton panties didn't protect her from the crude thought of it in the slightest.

Damn! What has overcome him? The young women last night wore dressing gowns, a little short, but behaved respectably enough. They hadn't flirted with him and neither did he with them.

Feeling a hardness press against her bottom shook her thoughts back to the kitchen. If someone came in now, seeing this rampant male making up to her like an animal, she would die of embarrassment. There was only one thing to do. She would have to get free, pack, and take him home.

Leaning forward to bite his hand was all she could think of doing, for he had her tightly gripped. It was all she could do to get a breath, let alone tell him off. She was even more annoyed on feeling the hardness pressing between her cheeks when she leaned forward.

With her lips inches from his hand she was disturbed to find he had changed his shirt. It wasn't the brown check she had told him to wear; it was like something she had bought him, but not his. The hand was unfamiliar too! It was a large young hand. 

She continued to move forward. Her head dipping deeper into the sink fortunately gleaming clean after washing up the breakfast things. Gina felt the hand rising up her dress again and struggled against the indignity of having her bottom spanked. 

The squirming prevented the slap only she had pressed her bottom, unintentionally, onto the damn wandering hand. Instead of withdrawing for another attempt at slapping, she felt the fingers grip her. Now she understood his intention. 

A mumbled 'No, please, no!' was unintelligible. The whispered gasps were lost swirling around the sink, echoing in her ears.

She felt his hand pull the crotch of her panties to one side. Fright stopped her wriggling. It had done no good anyway. She was pinned to the sink by a powerful brute. She tried to pull her hands from under her waist. They were pinned to the edge of the sink, still gripping it tight.

His hardness slapped against her lips. He placed both hands on her shoulders, in the same position as when this dreadful offence had started. Then it was a pleasant massage, now he had his cock up the back of her dress ready to take her. Summoning all her strength she was ready to push the animal off her. 

As she launched back he pulled hard on her shoulders while lifting with a pair of strong thighs. Their combined thrusts rammed his cock deep into her body. She cried out. The sound echoed around the stone sink sounding more like an animal growl than a human protest. 

Gina felt it rigid and hard. It felt so deep she automatically reacted by lifting her body onto her toes. Almost pushing herself off what felt like a truncheon invading her whole body, she stood trembling a moment. Too weak to hold the pose her toes, then her knees, gave way. 

Her lips slithered down its length; her wet slippery lips kissed the entire length of his penis. Having taken it all back in, he moved, prodding her for an extra deep penetration. She gasped. 

The sound turned into an agonised moan for she realised how wet she had become. Her body had been ready for this even though she hadn't been able to acknowledge it. It appalled her that she was excited with animal lust.

She pulled away from him squashing her stomach against the sink heaving out a heavy breath in the process. She had to push back away from the sink to suck in a desperate breath, once more impaling her pussy on his cock. 

Her breathing quickened as she worked back and forth. Slowly at first she began to pick up speed with more anxiously driven movements.

"Go for it girl," he encouraged, thinking she was riding him. 

At what point the movements turned from desperate breathing to fucking him she was completely unaware of. Perhaps she had been ready all along. What mattered was that she needed to cum. She was on the edge, painfully aware that she was fucking herself on a strangers cock yet unable to stop herself.

"Please! Fuck me, make me cum," she whimpered. 

Her voice was masked by heavy breathing but the message was easily understood. He pushed at her with hard muscular thighs, matching her rhythm. 

"Harder, deeper," she cried. 

It seemed as though he were teasing, holding back, waiting for encouragement. She continued to beg him, hating it, driven on by an overwhelming need.

"Fuck me, just fuck me," she moaned.

He thrust in hard as she pushed back. A few deep strokes left him unable to hold on any longer. He lifted her up onto her toes with a deep slow thrust holding it there while he spurted his cum into her. 

She gripped his cock tight making it work hard to spill his seed. For the first time ever she felt a splash of juice, just the once, but knew it was continue to stream into her from the rippling sensations inside.

Her feelings concentrated on that sensuous vibration. "Fill me up! Fill me with your cum," she moaned. When he began to shrink away she groaned and tightened her thighs not wanting to let it go.

She was hardly aware of being lifted from the sink and laid on the floor. 

"Wow! You really fucked me girl," he said, in a gush of enthusiasm. 

Her eyes were tight shut. How could she face the world after this? The thought hadn't properly surfaced but the emotion was there. He pulled her over to him to kiss her. Her body was limp. As he rolled her over he moved in for a thank you kiss. He saw her face and froze. He didn't say a word, he couldn't. 

His mind raced. He looked around the kitchen in panic. The place was silent. Dianne's car was parked outside so she must be still asleep. Unusual for her but he would hear any one of them getting up. It would take time for them to emerge anyway.

First he would have to deal with this. It would be the end if Dianne found out. "Who are you? What are you doing here, you're not a student!" He sounded accusing. The whisper was a sound of desperation too.

"I'm just visiting," she said. The mind hadn't kicked in from the shock of what had happened, she just reacted. 

"Who? Who are you visiting?" he asked.

"My daughter," she croaked, partly from a dry throat and partly a cry.

"Oh! Shit!" he exclaimed, still in a whisper. He wished he had taken more notice of what Dianne had told him. It was too late now. He remembered her telling him to be on is best behaviour or stay away completely. Her parents were visiting for the weekend. 

Paul was on the kitchen floor with his girlfriend's mother in his arms. He had almost kissed her. He almost said 'fuck', but it came out differently, "Shit!" The fuck word suddenly had too much meaning to utter. He had fucked her mother. 

He thought about it carefully. Her hair was like Dianne's and the dress too. Her shape, well he didn't notice even when he had a handful. They were bigger but he had been intent on taking her. 

She had struggled, of course. Diane wouldn't have given in easily in the kitchen even though they both new the others were late risers. But this woman had fucked herself on him. He had stood there poised while she fucked herself on his cock. It had been unusual; Dianne had never been so enthusiastic or desperate.

Was he off the hook? Who else would see it that way? He had barged into the kitchen like a bull in a brothel. He had taken a struggling stranger, and if that wasn't bad enough, it was her mother. Damn! He was in trouble. It might be worse than losing Dianne.

He looked at her seeing she held her eyes closed tight. She hadn't yelled or screamed at him. She was lying here passively in his arms. Did she feel guilty at what she had done? She had fucked a stranger. Maybe if he kept away this weekend she wouldn't find out who it was. He started to move his arm from around her.

"Hold me close, please!" she whispered.

The appeal touched him and he pulled her close wrapping his body tight about her. At least she couldn't see his face that way. 

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," she said, slowly and deliberately.

"It's all right, it was good," he said, and thought it stupid to say so. He couldn't leave her like this on the floor.

"We had better get up," he said gently. He remembered the English teacher explaining an expression about egg shells and now knew clearly what had been meant. "I'm sorry too," he said.

"Don't be sorry. It was wonderful, I've never," she choked off the words.

"You've never what?" he asked, without thinking.

"Such a powerful, you know, like that. Just letting go," she said sadly and pushed her head into his shoulder.

He got onto his knees and scooped her up, placing her onto a chair. She just sat there. Her panties were around her ankles. He pulled them up so far then lifted her by with a fist gripping the back of the dress. He pulled them up by the waist band over her bare ass. 

"Are you going to spank me again, I've been so very naughty," she asked. 

The plain statement shook him. He remembered slapping her when she struggled and he choked. Had he forced her to, no, surely not! He looked at the smile on her face. It made her look so much younger he could hardly believe she was Dianne's mother. He didn't want to either.

He looked at her breasts. The bra had pulled up over her tits to reveal a pair of hard nipples. Still hard, perhaps she hadn't recovered yet from the orgasm. It had been amazing to feel the grip and see her rock like that on his cock.

A thump from upstairs startled them both. She looked up at him. He was a strong young man, her daughter's age, eighteen? He had taken her and released her. Her inhibitions had gone in those moments leaving nothing but animal lust. It had happened so there was nothing that could be done about that.

"Please. Don't tell anyone. No-one must know. Just forget it," she said. 

It wouldn't be long before the showers started up with subsequent arguments over make-up ensued. He had heard it before and sneaked out when they left for college. This time he would have to run for it. There was still time for they took an age to prepare for the outside world.

"You sure you're OK?" he said. He meant every syllable. He was concerned for her now he was in the clear. 

They heard bare feet run down the stairs. He was startled that the usual routine had been missed and expected Dianne to emerge through the door to see him with her mother. She was so obviously unnerved by the experience Diane would wonder what had happened. What had he done to her mother?

He took a step back from her bumping the kitchen sink with his ass, feeling like a criminal returning to the scene of the crime. 

Jenney bounced in full of energy as usual. "Hi Mrs., I mean Gina," she giggled. She hadn't bothered dressing she had just wrapped a dressing gown around herself.

He sighed with relief. The airhead wouldn't notice much. He looked at Gina marvelling at how she had suddenly pulled herself together. Her clothing was straight and even her hair looked tidy. She ran her fingers though it again. 

"Dianne did it for me but I seem to have unsettled it. Not used to it like this," she explained. 

"Oh! It looks great, doesn't it Pauly!" Jenney exclaimed. "I can fix it for you Gina," she added.

He hated being called that, but let it pass, not trusting himself to speak.

Gina looked at him with a guilty expression brushing her face before shuttering off the emotion. Only now did she know his name, after a most intimate moment. She had let a complete stranger do that to her without even knowing his bloody name!

"I'll get breakfast first, what do you have?" Gina asked. She became all brisk and efficient again pushing everything else out of her mind.

"I'll come back later," he said, and made a move toward the door. 

"Hi Paul, what have you been up to?" Reggie asked. 

He jumped a little almost blurting out too loudly, 'nothing'. He instead smiled weakly at Reggie feeling wary for she was far more dangerous than Jenney.

She looked at him knowing he was uncomfortable. Most guys were jittery in a house full of women but he never seemed to be. It could only be Gina. Having his girlfriend's mother here didn't suit him and it made him nervous. 

She also knew he stayed over with little miss perfect. She had guessed right about one of the parents being domineering so that Dianne was rebelling, at last, with this new found freedom. She had gone a little too fast though letting Paul get so close.

Well a little fun might be had. "Why not stay for breakfast. Dianne will be back soon. She would just love you to meet her father too," Reggie said, taking off Jenney's voice.

Gina dropped a slice of toast on the floor; thankful it wasn't a loud crashing plate. With her back to them she allowed a grimace to take over for a moment. No-one noticed so she picked it up and buttered it. She was becoming so decedent, it was a marvel. 

She laughed quietly preferring that to crying.

"That's right they've gone off to some old art gallery," Jenney piped up.

Gina looked across the room pleading wither eyes for Paul to just go. How could she stand to be in the same room with the three of them? If she had known he was her daughter's boyfriend. Well? What could she have done about it? Neither of them knew. Damn! It was too complicated. She dare not say a word.

"So what do you think of your daughters boyfriend, Gina?" Reggie teased, and crunched some toast.

Gina looked at him, appraising him. "He looks tall and handsome. How is he at college? Does he have prospects" she asked Reggie. The attempt to join in the amusement brought a quaver to her voice but they didn't know her well enough to judge anything from it.

Did it show? He looked at Reggie through narrowed eyes. She didn't know anything she was just being her usual self. Maybe she sensed something but was unaware of it. 

"Regina I've got to go, I've got things to do," he said, knowing her real name was even more annoying to her than Pauly was to him.

"That old heap of yours can wait," she scolded, sounding less amusing now.

The old heap was his pride and joy and would soon be on the road, if he could find the time. He gritted his teeth on hearing a car pull up outside. Not only was it her but they would have to block him with so little space to park. No easy escape now. Her words rang through his mind like death tolls. 

'Either behave yourself with my mother or stay away.' She had warned. No mention of her father. Did that mean Gina was the hard one in the family? If so he had certainly broken the ice there.