5 comments/ 78686 views/ 13 favorites Lena - The Fourth of July By: Franco Pauli Trust me, growing up in a small town in Virginia isn't a whole lot different than growing up anywhere else. Even when I was a kid, it began to dawn on me that it wasn't the where you lived that made a difference, it was the who you were with that made the difference. The whats, whens and whys are pretty much the same, some good, some bad. Personally, I started out with some pretty pitiful people. Had they stayed around any longer than they did, I probably wouldn't be writing this. I was born Tucker Rollins. I never met my father. My mother used to say he was the love of her life, the man who had come to Smithfield and swept her off her feet, if only for a night or two. He worked at the packing plant along with my mother. He killed them...she packed them; a match made in heaven. He was gone long before I was born. She did the best she could, I guess. I don't recall her spending much time alone in bed. Nor do I recall her hand ever being more than a few feet from a bourbon bottle. She died when I was twelve. I didn't have any other family and because my mother was such a drunken slut, she didn't have any friends. No one really gave a fuck about what happened to me, except for Jess, my best friend. I guess being really poor, white trash can be a blessing at times. For a white kid in Smithfield, having a best friend like Jess, a kid so black he disappeared at dusk, wasn't cool. But, If you were dirt poor, it seemed to neutralize the color or your skin and it made everything fine. Jess managed to talk his mom into letting me stay at their house for a few days after the funeral. A few days turned into a few weeks and so on. Pretty soon, Lena Jefferson became "Mom" and Jess's baby sister Tawny became "Sissy." Jess stayed Jess. And for the first time in my life, the house I lived in didn't smell like dead pigs. We were still poor. Mom cleaned houses for a lot of the rich Smithfield families, and aside from what little money Jess and I earned doing odd jobs, hers was our only income. But life was good. Mom was one hell of a cook, Sissy was a pain in the ass and Jess and I were inseparable. We had to kick a lot of ass growing up, being salt and pepper and all. But when we both made the all-state basketball team in our junior year of high school, we both got whiter. The following year we took our team to the division finals. Our division wasn't much...something like Division Minus 5...but damn it, we won. That triumph won us both our first trip to the big city of Richmond, our first night in a hotel and our first piece of ass. Looking back, I'm really not sure which one was the best. I don't even remember her name, so that should say it all. But basketball became our tickets out of Smithfield. The fact that Mom had always made us keep up with school made it possible to actually attend real schools. A full ride to Florida State for Jess and another to Virginia Tech for me, exposed us to worlds we had never dreamed of. We both came home whenever we could and summers were a welcome relief to our hectic schedules. We were celebrities as far as Smithfield was concerned. We got great summer jobs and the extra money made things a lot easier on Mom. She was smiling a lot more and actually was able to take a few short holidays with the family. She also started looking prettier. I guess I never noticed how beautiful she was. Hell, she was Mom. But my meeting to a lot of different women at school and on our road trips made me appreciate how beautiful my mom really was. She was still a young woman. I had never thought about it much before, but I realized that she had been a lot younger than my real mother when she had Jess. It didn't take long for the college boy to do the math. Damn, she had only been fifteen when she had Jess and a very, very old 27 when I moved in. It also didn't take long for me to realize that a ripe 35 year old black woman was a whole lot sexier than the skinny white chicks I had been dating at Tech. That summer after my junior year ended far to quickly, though I wanted to stay, I had to go back. I needed to make sure my future was solid. A lot of things had changed that summer. I realized I was hanging out around the house far more than Jess. More often than not, he was out till the wee hours of the morning, dragging his six-six, sorry ass into the same bed, in the same room we had shared since I moved in. I once laughingly asked if he was trying to fuck every woman in Smithfield by the time the summer was over. He just laughed and hit me with a pillow. I dated a few times, but was happiest when I was at home, alone with Mom. Sissy was growing up and was gone as much as Jess, spending most of her time with friends. I could see a lot of her mom in her, that beautiful smile, those flashing eyes that peered down over her nose when she was angry at you. But her skin must have come from her father. It was much lighter than Mom's, a creamy brown with just a hint of the color of port wine. I suppose that's where the name Tawny came from. In any case, she was going to be a heart breaker for sure. Jess and I made a pact, regardless of what happened after we graduated...she was going to school. But her burgeoning beauty wasn't enough to take my attention away from Mom, or Lena, the name my mind began to use in the lurid fantasies it created. At home, she liked to be comfortable. She went barefoot most of the time, silently padding around the house as she tended to the things that needed to be done. I would watch her every move; when she cooked, when she cleaned, whatever she was going. She rarely wore a bra, I assumed a concession to her need for comfort. Of course, this allowed her huge tits to sway and bounce under her top in a way that drove my youthful libido crazy. I began to develop a set of my favorites outfits. One particular sun dress usually left me painfully hard and in desperate need to relieve myself. It was an old and threadbare sun dress, its design more for a young girl than a lushly curved, mature woman. The straps tied behind her neck, becoming the bodice, as they curved around to the front, gradually widening as they flowed down over the opulent mounds of flesh they vainly tried to contain. Her breasts nestled into the material, natural and free, moving as if they had a life of their own. Dark shadows surrounded the ever present dimples her nipples made as they attempted to poke through the fabric. They would extend and thicken in a chilling breeze, as if inviting a set of warm lips to comfort them. But if her tits deserved a place on Mount Rushmore, that woman's wondrous ass deserved the whole mountain. It was absolutely a mouth-watering experience to watch. The back of her dress was non-existent, leaving an acre of silky smooth, milk chocolate skin exposed from her shoulders down to the tops of the cheeks of her ass. Her lush buttocks pushed out abruptly, swelled into deliciously curved moons which tucked back into the tops of her thighs with that same abruptness. And, that dress displayed her lovely bottom with the perfection it deserved. The material lay across the swells of her cheeks, caressing each smooth curve until it fell off the edge to hang loosely down an inch or two below the juncture with her thighs. Her ass defined booty...treasure...candy for the eyes. Simply seeing her ass, in that dress, always had the same result...a raging hard-on that needed to be tamed in the privacy of the bathroom. I studied every detail of that magnificent woman, leaving images that burned themselves into the fabric of my mind, fodder for my fantasies that always followed. I'll never forget the first time I caught a glimpse of her panties. I came instantly, spending my seed into my tightly cramped briefs and had to rush out of the room to hide my embarrassment. Of course, there were more times that delightful sight came into view. Often, as she bent over to fetch something from the fridge or a low cabinet in the kitchen, my eyes could follow the graceful curve of her legs up under her skirt to her panty clad ass. One would have expected them to be a modest, cotton, granny style. But they were sheer, almost transparent...the come fuck me type a woman didn't wear to church. When the light was right, you could see every detail of her succulent and completely shaved pussy. The first time I discovered she was shaved came as a real shock. Her puffy, crescent shaped vaginal lips were darker than the rest of her skin, begging to be licked right through the gauzy material that pretended to hide them. Obviously, there was another side of this woman...one that I hadn't expected. July came along with much more than the intense heat of summer. Steamy nights often found one or more of us kids sleeping on the back porch. Those of us, who couldn't sleep inside, would drift out one at a time seeking a respite from the scorching heat. Mom never slept outside, hating the smell and feel of the oily bug repellent on her skin. The heat seemed to dilute patience and modesty. There were never out and out fights, but frequently tempers would flare, followed by a smart remark or two. The diminishing modesty had its benefits...as the temperature increased, clothing decreased and the heat of a different kind began to rise. .............................................................................................................................. We were all home on the Fourth of July. I woke up to the smell of bacon drifting through the kitchen widow out onto the back porch. Mom had gotten up early, and was cooking breakfast for the whole family...something that had become a rarity as we had gotten older. I pushed myself up from the lawn chair and eagerly strode into the kitchen...nothing makes you hungrier than the smell of bacon cooking on the stove. The creaky screen door made my entrance known. "Good morning, baby. I hope you don't mind...I figured you wouldn't miss one of your old practice shirts." I was glad she hadn't turned around. It gave me time to get the awe struck expression off my face and gather my wits. Instantly, my favorite yellow sun dress dropped to number two on my list. "Not to worry, Mom...it looks a whole lot better on you than it does on me. It's a good thing you're my mom or..." I tried to suck the words back into my mouth. Why didn't I just keep my mouth shut? I didn't know what to expect as she slowly turned around to face me, but the big grin on her face let my heart start pumping again. "You just made my day, baby...so Lena has her groove back, does she?" She walked towards me, laughing softly, exaggerating the swish her hips like a runway model. I couldn't keep my eyes from sweeping down across her lush body as she crossed the room. The scooped neck came much lower on her chest than on mine, leaving her milk chocolate tits almost naked to the edge of the wide, dark brown circles that surrounded her thick nipples. Her lower body gently bumped against the sides of the loose fitting shirt, giving each a turn to define the graceful curve of her hips. I had never seen anything so fucking sexy. She stopped right in front of me, close enough for me to feel the heat of her body. She looked up and stared directly into my eyes. "Thank, you, baby. You've always been the sweet one, Tuck...don't ever let that change." She rested her hands on my shoulders and pulled her body up until her face was level to mine. Her smile was gone as her lips moved closer to mine and when they touched my own, my body trembled. Without thinking my hands moved to circle her waist and bring her closer. Her gasp instantly shattered the surreal moment and a rush of guilt flooded over me...my fully hardened cock was pressed tightly against her soft belly. I started to speak but she hushed me with a single finger pressed against my lips, her hips still pressed against mine. "Don't say anything," she said shaking her head. "You're not a boy anymore, baby...you're a man...just be careful. OK?" She smiled softly and eased back slowly. "Let me finish breakfast...the others will be up shortly." She turned and walked back towards the stove while a thoroughly confused and totally shaken Tucker Rollins headed back to his room to get dressed. As I walked down the hall, the door to Sissy's room opened. I started to say good morning, Sissy, but was surprised to find Jess staring back at me. He looked a bit nervous at first, but quickly regained his composure and gave me his biggest smile. "Good morning, Bro...something smells good. Is Mom cooking?" "Oh yeah. You better get ready...It's bacon, grits and eggs...just like the old days." I grinned the best I could, trying very hard not to ask. "Hot damn," he shouted. "I'm starving." He rushed past me into our room and I headed towards the bathroom. I needed a lot more than a shower at the moment...finding out what the hell was going on around the house would have to wait...I had to sort out some things of my own. When I finished getting dressed, I headed back to the kitchen. The table was set and Jess was sitting in his usual spot. Sissy was helping Mom. She turned when she heard me sliding my chair out and gave me a nervous look then glanced at Jess. The ton of bricks hurt. I looked down at the table, desperately trying to get my shit together. Fuck, who was I to judge anyone. Hell, real or not, I was hot for my mother, for Christ's sake. I wondered if Mom knew about them. In any case, Jess and Sissy were my family, fucked up or not. And who wouldn't want to get into Sissy's pants. Of course my logic wasn't all that super, but it came to a conclusion that worked for now. I lifted my head back up, smiled and shrugged. "Jess...you need to get Sissy one of your old jerseys. That way we could each have our own team." A little wink and a broad grin shattered the tension and you could almost hear the silent thank yous in the room. We all ate like we had never eaten before. Of course we gave Mom a plentiful dose of kudos and she loved it. When we finished, we happily decided to spend the day at Virginia Beach. We gathered up all the stuff we needed, a cooler full of sodas and beer, the suntan lotion for me and Sissy and a bunch of towels...they were quickly packed into the old jalopy we laughingly called a car. As we were getting our suits on, Jess and I joked around as if nothing was out of the ordinary, as usual, teasing each other about the size of our cocks. "Bro, you sure your daddy was white?" he asked laughingly. I just grinned. "Seriously, boy, you have one hell of a unit and I sure hope you are using it on some little honey." I was used to it by now, having heard it enough from the few women I had had the pleasure of servicing. But suddenly, he got quiet and looked me right in the eye. "It just happened, Tuck. It was just fucking, at first...it's a lot more now, and I don't know what the hell I'm going to do. It's a lot more complicated than it seems." "Hey man, its OK. I understand. If it's right with you two, its right by me. Just keep it cool." I wondered what he would think if he knew how I felt about our mom...but decided not to mention it. Something suddenly clicked in my mind, something Mom had said. "Just be careful..." I got an eerie feeling that she knew...I had been warned. She had, on more than one occasion, hinted that Sissy would be one hell of a woman for the right man...smiling softly as she directed her remarks right at me. I dawned on me that she hadn't mentioned it all summer. She knew. "Hey you two, get a move on...the sun's going to set before we get there." Mom's words got us hopping and we finished our business and headed out to the car. Mom and Sissy both had used our respective jerseys to cover their suits. I couldn't help but grin but was a little surprised when I opened the door to ride shotgun, Sissy hopped in before me. "Hey, girl. You're supposed to ride in the back with Mom. What's up?" "Nope...nope...nope. We are going to double date to the beach with the two best looking brothers in Smithfield. Ain't that right, Mom?" "Your crazy, girl," she said and burst into laughter. She cocked her head as if giving it some serious thought. "Hell, why not?" she added climbing into the back seat. She giggled as she beckoned me to get in the car with her hand. "Looking for a good time, sailor?" We all broke into gales of laughter. "Momma, you're making the boy blush. Look, he's all pink." Jess just shook his head and laughed. "All you all are crazy," he growled as he started the car. He was still grumbling and laughing when we finally rolled away from the house. It took a while to find a place to park, but we finally had our feet on the sand. Thankfully, we figured we could buy some cold drinks on the boardwalk and left the cooler in the car. It would have been a much longer walk, hauling the cooler with us. Jess and I spread out the towels while the 'girls' got down to their suits. I glanced up just in time to see Mom pulling her jersey up over her head. My mouth fell open in total amazement. The red, one piece bathing suit she normally wore was gone. The suit she was wearing was one of Sissy's. On Sissy, the scant, taupe bikini displayed her young, hard body like artwork. On Mom, every thread in the suit was stretched to its limit by her mature, lusty curves...erotica would be an apt word to describe the image. The thin knit material clung to her body like another layer of skin. Every nook and cranny was defined in detail as its softness flowed over her body. I glanced around just to see if anyone else had noticed. I almost laughed out loud. Every pair of male eyes within fifty feet of us, including Jess's, were fixed on Mom. There were also the eyes of some very disgruntled wives and girlfriends. "Day-ummmm, Mom," Jess said, laughing as he shook his head in disbelief. Sissy growled and stuck him good with an elbow as she plopped down beside him. She was laughing too but gave him one of those down the nose looks. "Put your tongue back in your head boy...I, am spoken for. At least for the day. Right, Tuck." She giggled softly and sat down on the blanket beside me, then leaned over to whisper in my ear. "I'm Lena today, baby...you woke her up this morning...let her pretend and have just one of the days she missed." She ran her fingers over the side of my face and kissed my cheek softly. I swallowed hard and turned my face away from the others. I finally took a deep breath and turned my head back around. "Hey guys, Lena and I are going for a swim...care to join us?" It didn't take long for Jess to figure out what was going on, or at least a sense of it. And he let me know. "Naaaaaaa...I need to work on my tan." He laughed. "Well, at least Tawny does." A lot had just been said about this particular Fourth of July, and with very few words. I jumped up and reached down to pull Lena up. She grabbed my hand and held it for a second before pulling herself up. I could have sworn I could see a few tears in her eyes as she smiled up at me. As we walked to the waters edge, she slipped her arm around my waist and rested her hand on my hip. "Think we are convincing?' she asked sincerely. I slipped my arm around her and casually rested my hand on her ass. She looked up at me and nervously bit her lower lip. "We will be...slide your fingers into the waist of my trunks." She seemed reluctant, but smiled and slipped her soft fingers under the elastic. "That's perfect...now scratch." "You're terrible," she groaned. With that she quickly removed her hand, slapped me on my ass and streaked into the water. I chased her and finally caught up with her when we were about waist deep in the surf. I started with the obligatory dunking of your date as soon as I could get my hands on her. When she surfaced, she immediately sought revenge, but I eventually had to let her tip me over into the shallow water, feigning a drowning act slight enough to not have the life guards spring into action. Lena - The Fourth of July We were out for nearly an hour, splashing, playing and enjoying the respite from the heat like a couple of kids. I had never seen her happier, nor more beautiful and radiant. We were beginning to get water logged. Finally she grabbed me by the hand and tugged me towards the shore. "Let's get some sun...I think I need to warm up." She looked down at her chest and giggled. "I'm not horny, so they must be cold." I looked to see what she was talking about and grinned. Her nipples were rock hard and nearly poking through the thin material of her top. "I could warm them up for you," I teased. She growled playfully and gave me a scornful look. "Not so fast, buster...this is our first date remember." She laughed and continued dragging me land side. The rest of the day was a delight and as it went along, the pretending took on the cast of reality. We were on a date. We strolled up and down the boardwalk, holding hands, touching each other gently, teasingly. I even bought her a coral necklace with a matching bracelet and ring. The color was perfect, contrasting sharply with her chocolate colored skin. I couldn't help but kiss the back of her neck when I closed the clasp. And when she put the ring on her finger, Tawny couldn't help but tease us. "Look, Jess...they're going steady." Lena and I couldn't hide our embarrassment as they laughed, but Lena's soft smile and tender look into my eyes told me she was pleased far more than she was embarrassed. It was late in the day, getting close to when we needed to leave and we decided to have one last time in the water. Jess and Tawny joined us. The tide was in and the water was much deeper close to the shore. I took Lena by the hand and dragged her further out until she was chest deep. I had nearly a foot of height on her, so the depth didn't bother me at all. But there is something about the ocean...when you can't see the bottom you tend to get nervous and I could tell she was getting uneasy. "Come on up here, Shorty." I circled her waist with my hands and gave a hint of a tug upward. "Put your arms around my neck and your legs around my waist. I promise...I'll be careful," I teased, reminding her of her words that morning. "Besides, that's what you do on a date...even the first one. See?" I nodded towards Jess and Tawny. She turned and gave them a lingering glance. "That doesn't look like a first date to me." Jess and Tawny had obviously gotten over any reluctance to display their somewhat more than brother-sister relationship in front of us. The slow movements of their bodies above the water unmistakably telegraphed what was going on beneath the surface. She turned her head back towards me, her eyes twinkling mischievously. "Besides, I was wearing a whole lot more this morning...and remember what happened. I could see Lena sensed my disappointment. She grinned nervously, then pressed her hands against my chest and slid them up around my neck. I felt one, then another of her silky legs against the back of my own as she pulled herself upward, dragging her mound over the bulge that was already forming in my trunks. "Satisfied," she quipped as she nestled herself against my body, locking her legs tightly around my hips. Without thinking, my hands slid down from her waist and cupped her lush cheeks, squeezing them firmly through her suit. She moaned softly and pressed her face into the crook of my neck. "I thought you were going to be careful?" she whispered. I could feel her begin to relax, loosening the tight grip of her legs and resting her weight on my hands. I lowered her slightly...then...a little more. She gasped when her pussy touched my cock, instinctively raising her hips, as if shocked by a wire. I was worried I'd gone too far, but she tentatively lowered herself back down until my cock lay pressed against the length of her slit. Only two thin layers of cloth separated me from the warm flesh that seared my cock. Even the cold water of the Atlantic wasn't enough to cool it down. She began a gentle rocking of her hips, moving her mound back and forth along my cock. Her head suddenly snapped back. She was almost panting. "Tucker...I'm scared. I don't want to pretend anymore. We are going to wind up doing something that will only hurt us both. And you don't want this old whore, Tuck...a woman with two babies, two fathers, and too many men in between. You have a life, baby. And you deserve a whole lot more than a woman like me." There were tears streaming down her face, something I had never seen before. "Shut the fuck up," I shouted and slammed my mouth into hers. I forced my tongue past her lips, swirling it around. Her words angered me. This wasn't what I wanted. This wasn't what I wanted to hear. I wanted her. I reached down to the crotch of her suit, trying to pull it aside. She twisted and turned trying to pull free but I held her, until she finally whimpered "Please." I was still holding her in the water when she cupped my face and stared into my eyes. "Listen to me, Tuck...Please." I slowly calmed down and listened. "You don't think I know what's been happening? Do you think I wore that yellow dress nearly every day, just to be comfortable? God, I loved the feel of your eyes on me...how they followed me around the room, how hot they made me feel. I was ready. I almost came to you last night. You don't know how many times I stared at you while you were asleep on the porch. And, if you just wanted to fuck me...I could have handled that. But this morning, the way you looked at me in your jersey...said you wanted more than just a good fucking. And the way you handled Jess and Tawny made me realize just how good a man you are. God, the way you treated me today..." She stopped and took a deep breath. "Tucker...Life is hard enough. A white man...a black woman, they can't find a place to be in Virginia. A woman that's old enough to be your mother, a woman who cleans the houses of the people that will be your friends...that's not exactly the icing on the cake. Tucker, when you leave us...and you will...it will hurt a lot. But, I don't want it to hurt forever." I let her slide down and silently walked towards the beach. I didn't have a whole lot to say. My silence made it clear that I was riding shot gun on the way back home. Lena went to her room immediately and closed the door. Jess and Tawny politely made their excuses and drifted out of the house, leaving us alone to sort out whatever happened. ............................................................................................................................. It was two in the morning when I finally got bored with staring up at the porch ceiling. Not that I was really seeing it, but my eyes were pointed in its general direction. For five hours I had relived every minute of every day I had ever lived under this roof. I had come in with nothing...and I was soon to leave with even less. How the fuck could that be right? I pushed myself out of my fucking lawn chair and walked across my fucking kitchen; I wasn't going to give a god damn thing up. I pushed the door open. She was sitting in the blue, wing-backed chair Jess and I had given to her for her last birthday. She had a towel wrapped around her body and her hair looked damp. The coral necklace was still around her neck and her fingers moved slowly back and forth over the brightly colored beads. She froze when she saw me walking towards her, her tear filled eyes following every move I made. But, before I could get to her, she jumped up and moved away from me, turning her back to me. "God damn it. Turn around," I growled. The anger in my voice must have startled her. I had never used that tone of voice to her. She seemed afraid when she turned to face me, her eyes filled with confusion and sadness, her head slowly moving from side to side as if begging me to go away. "Don't you ever, ever say those things to me again. Do you understand?" She nodded and looked up at me like a child who was being disciplined. "God damn it, woman...I'm in love with you, so you damn sight better get used to being called Lena...at least by me." Her eyes widened. I knew her mind was filled with conflicting thoughts, no doubt similar to mine. Here we were, two people, who for years had lived as mother and son...desperately trying to forget some very important things. She leaned back against the wall and took a deep breath. Her body was trembling as she stared into my eyes. Suddenly she turned her face away, closed her eyes and rested her head against the wall. Her body stilled. And with a single movement of her hand she silently gave me her answer. With a single tug, she pulled the towel open and let it slide from her body. You could hear the air rush from my body as I was suddenly staring at the wondrous form of a woman who had become the most desired creature on the planet. "My god, you're beautiful," I gasped. She turned her head quickly, opened her eyes and smiled for the first time since we left the beach. I suddenly realized what had been going on in her mind. Age has a way of creating a fear of rejection. It replaces bravado with timidity. But she had made her decision; my words were the magic ones she needed to hear. Her offering said everything. I stripped my clothes from my body slowly, never taking my eyes off of hers. My shirt went first, then my sandals. I watched her eyes widen as they drifted down to my loins. The moment I pushed my shorts down over my cock, it sprung up angrily, finally free of its tight confines. I had never been harder, more excited in my life. No woman had ever created in me the lust I felt at that moment. I could feel it throbbing as the blood surged through every pulsing vein that traversed around its girth. There was only one thing left to do...and nothing on this earth could keep me from fucking this glorious animal. I moved closer, gripping her waspish wait in my large hands, and easily lifted her body off the floor. Her hands locked behind my neck and her legs slid around my hips as I positioned her pussy at the tip of my cock. I handled her lush body like a toy. I pushed my hips forward, nudged the head between her puffy lips and pulled her body to mine. "Oh...my...God," she gasped as every inch of my turgid meat slid into her velvety sheath. I slid my hands down to her cheeks and drew her loins tightly against mine. I needed to savor this first penetration of her body. Her pussy molded itself around every contour of my cock, like a silk cloth dipped in warm honey. I didn't want to pull back; I wanted to stay inside her sweet cunt forever, but I began to move. Short, gentle strokes became deep powerful thrusts. Within seconds, we were no longer two lovers fucking, we were lust crazed animals. Any sense of propriety either of us might have had was gone. "Fuck me, god damn you," she screamed. "Really fuck me." "Is this what you want?" I shouted, slamming her back and pinning her shoulders against the wall. Her eyes widened and her mouth dropped open as I began pounding my cock into her cunt like a man possessed. "Say it god damn it...Say it." She began to whimper, grunting each time I slammed my cock into her hungry cunt. "Of course I love you...damn you...fuck...oh god, don't stop. I'm so close...so fucking close." Her breathing suddenly stopped and her body stiffened. "Nowwwwwwwwwww," she screamed, the sound traveling to my ears on the rush of air that burst from her lungs. That erotic moment, seeing her body twisting and trembling through her orgasm shattered my control. My cock erupted in her belly, spraying the inner walls with torrents of hot sticky cum. The flow seemed endless. Each time I flexed my cock another stream of sperm exploded from the tip. Finally I was through. I pulled her trembling body against mine, our sweat mingling like the juices in her pussy. She circled her arms around my neck and clung to me, holding my cock inside her, pulling my hips into hers with those muscular legs. Her head nestled against my neck as I carried her to the bed and laid her gently on the mattress. I stood there, between her thighs, propped up on my arms, looking down at her beautiful face. She finally opened her eyes and looked up at me. "Fuck..." she whispered, "It's been so long, baby, and never, ever like that. You are incredible." I smiled and thrust my hips against her gently, rolling them slowly, stirring her cum filled pussy. "My god," she gasped. "You're still hard...I know you came. Fuck...your cum is dripping between my cheeks." I was a bit surprised myself. But I knew it wasn't the salt air. She was the reason...I was almost afraid to soften and stop, in fear she might change her mind. Her body started lifting up, meeting my slow, deliberate strokes...her hands gently touching my body. I looked down at her, watching her, learning the details of her body. Our skin contrasted sharply, the Yin and Yang of color. My eyes moved down to our couple loins and watched my cock slide smoothly in and out of her pussy. Each time I pushed forward, the two glistening, ebony crescents of pulpy flesh, molded themselves around my cock, eagerly receiving the thick, rigid shaft of gnarled white meat that filled her belly. When I drew back, the rose colored inner folds, reluctant to release me, peaked out as I pulled them from the dark gaping slit. I moved my hands down, pushing back the hood concealing her swollen clit and gently caressed the pearly tip with my thumb. She gasped sharply. I smiled, knowing how sensitive she must have been, and teased her a moment before moving my hand upward. A single finger traced a path from the pearly nub to her gently curved belly. It circled the deep dimple, lightly touching the edge before dipping into the pool of sweat that had collected inside. I brought my finger to my lips and tasted the salty liquid. It's amazing how something so unappealing in one context can be so erotic in another. She raised herself up onto her elbows as I explored her body, watching me intently, yet never ceasing the sensual movement of her hips. My eyes traveled up to her breasts, huge, billowy mounds of pliant flesh, slightly lighter than the parts of her body that had seen the sun. They hung from her chest like giant fruit, each beautiful cocoa colored sphere capped with a wide circle of dark chocolate...like icing, waiting to be licked and tasted. Her long, thick nipples, hardened with lust begged to be bitten. My cock twitched in her womb as my mind filled with thoughts of things I wanted to do with this erotic creature. "You're a wicked man," she whispered. "I can see it in your eyes. And, you want to do nasty things to me...vile things any decent woman would never do. But I told you, I'm not any decent woman...and you can do anything and everything to me that you want. But please, right now, make love to me. Please?" I arched my hips forward, straining to drive my cock in deeper, lowering my chest against her heaving breasts. "I will, sweet woman. But remember," I whispered, pausing to kiss her soft lips, "I really am that wicked man you saw in my eyes." "God, I hope so," she sighed as she pushed her tongue deep into my welcoming mouth. This time, the frantic lust was gone. Time was taken to savor each new and different sensation. My cock was my manhood, her cunt her womanhood. They thrust and parried, squeezed and flexed as we reinvented sex as all lovers do, mating to create life itself. We laughed and teased each other...whispered things we had dared to say before this day, while never ceasing the rhythmic coupling that slowly quickened and strengthened until our bodies dripped with the sweat of our efforts. As if choreographed by nature herself, we each sensed what was coming...we had felt it once before. And always, as the moment approaches, the animals within us rear their heads and strip away all innocence and tenderness. It was my cock again, fucking her hot, wet, pulsing cunt. "Fuck me," she chanted, the few words I managed to understand within the guttural blend of grunts and gasps. She threw her legs back, releasing me from their grip, sliding them wide open to dangle in the air as I pounded her pussy harder and harder. She was beautiful to watch, her tits bouncing rhythmically with each hammering stroke, her face contorted with lust and the hunger to find a release to the mounting tension. "God damn, I'm cumming...Fuck me Tucker...Fuck me...harder...god don't stop...shit." As the peak hit, she screamed , the piercing sound echoing in the air, mixing with the wet sounds of our mating as I continued to pound into her trembling body. "Cum with meeeeeeeeeeeee." But I wasn't ready...far from it. I wanted to pleasure this wondrous bitch. I wanted to own her, make her crave me again and forever. I slowed my pace down and slid my hands under her ass, pulling her tight against my loins. She moaned softly, almost purring as I rolled my hips in a wide circle, pulling my cock out slowly to the tip, then plunging it down into her cunt with enough strength to force the air from her lungs. "God damn, Tucker, you do know how to fuck...you big dicked bastard. God damn, I love that," she hissed as I did it again. I grinned down at her, surprised at her language. "My, my you're a dirty mouthed little bitch, aren't you baby? I didn't think you had it in you." I teased, sliding back and pulling us both to the edge of the bed, making sure my cock didn't dare slide out. "Uh huh, I am...sweet, demure, little Lena is a filthy mouthed slut. Does it burn your ears lover boy...or does it turn you on?" I stared deep into her eyes and nodded. She looked a tiny bit worried when I pulled her ass over the edge of the bed and planted my feet firmly on the floor. "Oh, fuck...why do I think I'm in trouble.? Just don't hurt me...too much," her soft lips forming just the hint of a smile. "Just let me know, baby." She groaned loudly when I lifted her ass off the bed and slammed my cock into her, bottoming out against the back of her tight pussy. "Sweet Jesus, you've been holding out on me, baby" she taunted, twisting her hips against me as I ground into her body. "God damn, Tuck...you have no idea what that big cock of yours is doing to me." I could see it in her eyes, she was getting ready to cum again...but her look quickly turned to panic when I pulled my cock out and stepped back. "My god, baby, please don't stop...what are you doing?" Her confusion ended the second I dropped down on my knees between her thighs and plunged my face into her pussy. "Oh you filthy fucker," she gasped. "Eat that pussy, baby...eat it...eat...US. God damn," she hissed. "Oh fuck...oh fuck...Shit." She came again. She had been on the edge and I hadn't expected her to last very. But this one was different...she didn't come down. She lingered at the top, begging for the tingling to stop as it peaked again and again. But I wouldn't stop. I couldn't stop. I devoured her, biting, chewing, plunging my tongue in and out of her cunt. The tastes and textures had me delirious with pleasure. Knowing it was us I was tasting, somehow made it more erotic, more wicked. I wanted more. Her ass curled upward as my hands pushed her legs back. "Oh...my...god," she hissed. Her trembling body stiffed the instant the tip of my tongue touched the crinkly ring between her cheeks. "NOOOOOO," she shrieked, trying to push my head away, wriggling and laughing wildly as I lapped the musky crack of her ass. I held her firmly and slowly pushed the tip of my tongue into her asshole. "Oh fuck...that's so nasty," she moaned. "I'm weak," she laughed." At first, the motion of her hips was almost imperceptible. But slowly, there was no mistaking the fact her ass was pressing back against my tongue, meeting the wet, deepening probes into her anal cavity. The taste was foreign to me, different than what I had expected, but the piquant flavor screamed at my senses, igniting a burning desire that rivaled the fires of hell. I knew what I wanted. Without thinking, I flipped her body over and pulled her up to her knees. Lena - The Fourth of July For a moment, I could only stare. My obsession was finally rewarded. The puzzle I had started, was complete...the missing pieces blended perfectly with the stolen fragments I'd stored in my mind. There is was, that perfect ass...two succulent loaves of flesh, flawlessly painted with a satin, ebony glaze pushed out like an offering to Bacchus. I leaned forward and tenderly kissed each wondrous sphere. "You wicked, wicked man. I know what you want," she growled, reading my mind. "You love this black ass, don't you, baby?" she cooed. "You couldn't keep your eyes off it...I could feel them burn my skin. Well take a good look baby, it belongs to you." She leaned forward, pushing her head into the mattress, then reached back and pulled her cheeks wide open. She shivered as my tongue flicked over her crinkly hole. "God damn," she groaned as my lips closed around her asshole and sucked the puckered ring. "Fuck...I love it...god damn I love it." Finally, I gripped her hips, pushed my self up and pressed my cock into the crack of her ass. Bending my head forward, I let a stream of spit spill out of my mouth down into the wide spread cleft slowly smeared it over her tight hole. I held her hips tightly and pushed against the tight ring of muscle. It tightened, relaxed and slowly my rock hard cock began to disappear inside her ass. "Mother-fucker," she hissed. It took every ounce of control to keep from slamming my cock into her ass, but I took it slow. Finally, my cock was completely buried in her greasy chute. "Oh my god, baby...shit. It hurts so fucking good." Finally we both began to move, tentative strokes at first, but slowly building up to full, pounding thrusts deep into her bowels. "Oh yes, baby....that's it baby...make me your bitch...that's right, baby...I'm your fucking bitch." Nothing could remotely describe the wanton pleasure I was feeling. This wasn't making love, this was pure, raw, animal sex. She squeezed the bed as I pounded in and out of her tight rectum like some crazed creature taking his mate in the heat of the Serengeti. "Harder," she screamed. "Hit it hard baby...fuck...oh shit. You like this ass, don't you baby? you love fucking it...I can...I can feel it...oh fuck." "God damn, woman," I grunted. "It's so fucking tight, baby...holy shit." She laughed softly, gasping as she tried to catch her breath. "It ought to be baby," she panted. "You're the first...this cherry belongs to you," she gasped. "Now fuck it like you own it." That was all it took. I reached up and grabbed her shoulders and pulled her back on my cock, slamming forward as hard as I could. She screamed and began to whimper as I slammed my cock up her ass again and again until one final surge brought us over the top. "I'm cummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmming," she screamed...gripping my cock with her anal muscles. "Get your nut in my ass, baby...come on...come on..fucccccccccccck." And it happened. A torrent of cum exploded from the tip of my cock into her throbbing bowels. Spurt after spurt of hot sticky sperm flowed into her body until I was completely drained. My totally satisfied and exhausted body finally collapsed on hers, pushing her down into the bed. We lay there silently, barely able to move, slowly turning on our sides and curling up against the other's sweat covered body. There wasn't any need to say anything. We simply closed our eyes and fell asleep. LENA – The fifth of July When I woke up later that morning, I discovered there was one thing even better to wake up to than the smell of bacon cooking on the stove. The sensations I had been feeling were not part of some erotic dream and it instantly became clear that the feel of soft, wet lips sliding up and down the length of your cock was a whole lot better. When Lena noticed I was finally awake, she looked up over my stomach and smiled softly. "Well, it's about time you woke up, baby. I was beginning to think I had lost my touch." She laughed, but it seemed a bit uneasy. I had a feeling she wanted to see my reaction. "Lost your touch? You mean you've done this before?" My feigned amazement made her giggle. Her soft tongue sliding up the back of my cock made me gasp. She sucked the head into her mouth and swirled her tongue around it, and then pulled her head up. "Just once before," she said giggling. "I'm getting the picture that saint hood isn't in your future." I was beginning to feel she was leading up to something. "In any case, are you going to tell me how you got so good?" "Are you going to tell me how you learned to fuck so good?" she countered. She squeezed my cock and and pushed it back flat against my stomach, licking down from the base across my balls. My cock twitched. "OK, OK...Point made. But I feel kind of kinky when I hear stuff like that. It turns me on." My body shivered as her wet tongue moved down and brushed across my asshole. "You're a freak...you know that?" She laughed when I heartily agreed. "OK, but don't get pissed off...understand?" She waited until I promised before she began. "I practiced a lot, baby...on some really big cocks." She looked up to get my reaction, letting her tongue slide down over my balls and teasingly flick over my asshole. It was getting harder and harder to think and my reaction mainly consisted of a low moan followed by a sharp intake of air. "I love to suck cock baby. I love the feel of it in my mouth...especially when they shoot all that hot sticky cum into my mouth." I gasped louder this time. "And the bigger the cock, the more I love it. But you know something? Actually I wasn't going to say anything about it baby...now don't feel bad, baby...but..." She stopped, looked into my eyes. I could feel my cock begin to shrink...no man wants to hear he isn't the biggest his woman ever had. I was crushed. "Your cock...well...I mean...It's the biggest cock I've ever seen." She immediately broke into laughter. "I gotcha," she shouted, giggling and pulling her body up and laying beside me, nestling those huge breasts into my chest. She reached down and slowly began to stroke my cock, teasing it with the casual familiarity of lovers with much more history. Suddenly, her look turned serious. "I do have to tell you something, baby...It's important." "Out with it woman...out with it," I growled in a teasing but commanding tone. She looked nervous, turning her head away as she spoke, her voice a whisper. "OK. I told you I've been with a lot of men...sorta...kinda..." But before she could continue, the door swung open and Tawny ran into the room, laughing for some unknown reason but suddenly stopping dead in her tracks. It took a few moments to let the image of her mother and her brother, naked in bed together. "Shit." That was the sum of her remarks for the moment. She just stood there, her mouth open, a look of total amazement on her face and her eyes frozen on my cock that just so happened to have her mother's hand wrapped around its girth. She finally blinked and began to shake her head. First a smile slowly appeared, then a grin. "Damn, when we left last night we didn't think you'd ever speak to each other again. Shit...looks like you did more than talk." Understandably, I was at a complete loss for words. There really wasn't much to say. Lena, on the other hand, had to say something really dumb. "It's not what you think, honey...We just..." Tawny cut her off. "Geeze, Mom...pa-lease." I couldn't help chuckling and Lena gave me a hard elbow to the ribs before starting to laugh herself. "Anyways, Jess and I bought some biscuits from Hardees...they're still warm. So, if you can manage to get up and put some clothes on, we can have breakfast." She turned around and headed back to the kitchen. We looked at each other and laughed. "Might as well," she said with a shrug. We pulled ourselves out of bed and slipped into the clothes we wore to the beach and followed the smell of the coffee and biscuits. Jess and Tawny were silent as we entered the room and sat at the table. Tawny poured us all a cup of coffee and sat down next to Jess. Jess looked like he was going to wear out his spoon relentlessly stirring the steamy brew. Finally, he looked up. He stared at Lena...then stared at me. "I have one question," he stated solemnly. "Do I have to call you daddy?" Lena nearly spit out her coffee while Tawny and Jess broke into gales of laughter. Finally everyone calmed down. I guess I should have expected this type of a reaction. Hell, with the two of them now openly enjoying their incestuous relationship, at least with us...Lena and I were barely a blip on the radar screen of unorthodox relationships. Yep, as I said once before, this was one fucked up family...but mine. .............................................................................................................................. The rest of the day was different than any other we had ever spent together. It was normal in appearance but there was a closeness between us all that was Hallmark Card worthy. Jess and I took care of a lot of the things that needed repair around the house while Lena and Tawny puttered about, doing their chores more like sisters than mother and daughter. Occasionally, Jess or I would slip away for a bit; to find our woman for a tender moment...a loving kiss...or a second or two of intense sexual play. The women would visit us alone or together, flirting at a distance or gently touching us as they passed by. As the day wore on, both women became bolder, more brazen in the seduction of their man, and inadvertently began fueling the desire in both men. By the end of the day, we were both edgy and on fire. Because Jess and Tawny had no need to sneak away to be together, they decided to stay at home and spend the evening with us. Jess produced a bottle of rum and fixed everyone a delightfully strong rum and coke. I guess the twist of lime made it officially a Cuba Libra. Nevertheless, two of those potent drinks consumed while Lena and Tawny made dinner had a distinct effect on the already relaxed inhibitions of us all. We had all showered and gotten rid of our working clothes, opting for more comfortable and less restrictive garb for the rest of the day. Boxers and a T-shirt worked for the guys. A couple of pirated T-shirts sort of covered the women. I noticed a subtle rivalry had begun between the two women, each quietly competing to capture the most attention from both of us. If one stretched to get something from a wall cabinet, the other stretched higher and longer, knowing full well their beautiful bottoms were on display for their audience of two very horny, young men. There was a lot of whispering and giggling going on between the two, leaving Jess and I wondering if there was some thing we had missed. I noticed that our glasses were empty and asked Lena if she might refill them with ice. "I'll take care of it, Mom," chirped Tawny. Although we had long been openly gawking at the two of them, I felt a little uneasy sitting right next to Jess, nearly drooling when she bent over the table to take our glasses. The shirt gaped away from her chest leaving her beautiful tits hanging down inches from my eyes. Huge, dark brown nipples capped each ripe mound of quivering flesh perfectly, contrasting sharply with her creamy skin...sweet chocolate flesh that begged to be kissed. I managed to pull my eyes away and look up at her face. Her eyes were twinkling and full of mischief. "Jess loves them, don't you baby?" We both glanced at Jess. He just nodded his head and grinned. She winked at him and quickly danced off with the glasses. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, trying to calm myself down and ease the throbbing in my cock. When I opened them, I found myself staring directly into Lena's eyes. I couldn't tell what she was thinking, but she seemed more amused than jealous. The sound of Tawny's voice pulled my attention away for the moment. I hadn't even noticed she had filled all our glasses with fresh ice and had returned them to the table. "Hey Mom, think you could get us a couple of cans of Coke from the fridge?" she asked. Lena looked at me and grinned. "Sure, baby girl," she replied. She glanced over at Jess and nodded slightly, as if putting him on notice for something. I got the vague feeling we were in for a little tit for tat. She slowly walked over to the refrigerator and opened the door. She stood there for a moment, as if surveying the contents, her legs spread and her bare feet planted firmly on the floor. Finally, she slowly bent over from the waist and peered into the fridge. Her shirt rose half way up the lush cheeks of her ass, giving Jess and the rest of us a clear and unobstructed view of her glistening pussy. A chorus gasps let her know she had definitely caught our attention. Her hips swayed slightly as she reached in and gathered the cans of Coke, the movement pulling her pulpy lips open enough to give a brief flash of the dark pink between the outer folds. She turned her head and looked back over her shoulder and stared right into my eyes. "Tucker loves it, don't you baby?" Her wink finalized her triumph. She finally stood up and closed the door with her knee, heading to the table while enjoying her victory march in a sea of silence. Tawny's soft giggle broke the tension. "Put that thing away, Jess...and fix us some drinks." I glanced over and caught Jess trying to put his swollen cock back into his boxers. If he could have blushed, he would have. Tawny took his obvious excitement over Lena's display beautifully. She laughed and kissed him on the cheek. "I'm weak. I'm weak. You're such a perv...Jesus, she's your mother, you pig. Wait...damn...I'm your sister. Fuck." No one could keep from laughing...even Jess. Somehow he managed to start fixing the Cuba Libra's, even though his hands were shaking. When both Tawny and Lena noticed that Jess wasn't the only one with a raging hard-on, they giggled like school girls. "You guys are so easy," quipped Lena with a chuckle. "But I love it." With that she reached down and boldly squeezed my cock through my boxers. I just sat there, unable to say a word. "Want to see it baby girl?" "Maybe later," Tawny replied, winking at her Mom. "Let's eat...I'm starving." They quickly moved off to finish with preparing dinner, leaving Jess and I very horny and very, very confused. We turned to each other and shook our heads. "Fuck," was all we could say, but I knew our minds were filled with things we would never have considered until that moment. ................................................................................................................................ We all ate too much at dinner. Meatloaf is one of my favorites. Pile on the mashed potatoes with gravy and a mountain of sweet peas and I am in heaven. Things were much calmer than they were before the scrumptious meal. Lena and Tawny let us cool down while we ate. There was a bit of light flirtation, a few teasing glances or a soft touch on the other's thigh. But things didn't get steamy like before. I was beginning to think it would wind up a quiet night of playing bid whist or watching the TV. In any case, I would wind up with Lena, in her bed, for a night of lovemaking...that was a certainty. The buzz from the rum was beginning to die down, a fact which was quickly remedied with a fourth round of drinks. "Jess, did you forget the Coke?" Asked Tawny, peering down over her nose, one eyebrow raised in suspicion. He shrugged and grinned. "You guys are trying to get us drunk. Aren't you?" Lena teased. "Why would we do that, Mom?" Jess asked with a laugh. She shook her head in mock disgust and got up from the table. "Baby girl, let's get these dishes done while we can still stand. You two leave us be." Jess and I watched a ballgame while they cleaned the table and washed the dishes. Of course we heard the familiar "When one of you guys get rich, you better buy me a dishwasher or no more cooking," from Lena. We laughed as usual, never letting our attention waver from the game. That little respite in front of the tube gave me a chance to think about how different things had become. Sure, Lena was still Mom. But the four of us were acting more like two couples that had known each other for a long time...that had become comfortable enough to get down with anything that happened between them...each pair completely certain in their spouse and the strength of their relationship. I could only guess that, that feeling which now existed, existed because of the love we shared as a family. But, the different emotions that had emerged from within each of us had certainly changed the dynamics of the entire family. I smiled when Lena walked into the room. The drinks had obviously had an effect on her. Her cat like grace was gone, each step cautious yet sensual. Her slightly disheveled appearance added a sluttish glaze to her presence, something I hadn't seen before. She looked good, damn good and fucking hot. Without even thinking, I patted my lap. She took the invitation without hesitation and nestled herself against my body, resting her head in the crook of my neck. "Hi, Baby," she whispered. She lifted her head and kissed my cheek. Tawny was right behind her with that same unsteady walk. Taking a queue from us, she plopped herself down in Jess's lap. For the next few minutes, we were all together in the same room but alone, our conversations private...time for words between lovers "It feels like you've calmed down, baby," Lena teased as she wiggled her lush bottom into my lap. She licked the side of my neck and gently bit my earlobe. "Keep that up, woman, and I might not stay that way." "I was kinda hoping you wouldn't," she hissed. She wiggled again, then lifted her hips slightly and tugged her shirt up to her waist. She lowered herself slowly, grinding her naked ass into the rapidly growing bulge under my shorts. The heat of her skin and the luscious churning of her hips had me completely hard in seconds. "God damn, baby...be careful. I just might not be able to control myself." I shivered when she ran her tongue around the inside of my ear, her hips constantly moving, the cheeks of her ass massaging my cock, now painfully hard and beginning to think for itself. She lifted herself again, this time reaching down and freeing my throbbing cock. It immediately sprang up, the bulbous head poking up obscenely. between her thighs, firmly nestled against the creamy folds of her pussy. She closed her thighs around it and slowly began to milk me with slow and delicate movements of her body. "Baby....," I groaned. "You're playing with fire, baby. Any more of that and you're going to get fucked." "And that would be a bad thing?" she asked coyly. "Right here in front of the children?" I teased, unable to keep from lifting my hips. "Do you think they would notice?" She nodded her head in the direction of Jess and Tawny. My eyes widened when I glanced in their direction. Tawny had moved down from Jess's lap onto the floor between Jess's wide spread thighs. One of her busy hands cradled his balls, the other gripped his huge cock at its base as her mouth moved up and down the glistening shaft. I could hear the wet sounds her mouth made as her head slowly bobbed up and down his cock. The juices from her mouth dripped flowed down over his cock from her eager mouth, and spilled over her tiny hand. Her shirt was gathered around her waist like a belt, leaving her beautiful body naked, for all practical purposes. Jess simply lay back into the sofa, his eyes closed, savoring every bit of pleasure she gave him with her hungry mouth. "She has a nice ass, doesn't she, baby? And big, soft titties." Lena turned her head, brought her lips to mine and kissed me, pushing her tongue between my lips, twirling it around as if tasting me with her wet probe. She pulled back and looked at me...her eyes fiery and moist. "You'd love to fuck her, wouldn't you, baby," she growled, reaching down and lightly stroking the tip of my cock. "You'd love to push that big dick of yours into that tight little hole...fill that bitch's ass with hot, sticky cum...and fuck her, just like you fucked her mama."