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The Old House

By: Toolboy5



1.

Carrie and Mark MacDonald were enjoying another of their regular fuckings, Mark with his fat rod buried deep in his sister's cunt, his big balls, overloaded with a lavish helping of spunk, slapping against Carrie's spread thighs. A few feet away from them, their father Cam, short for Cameron, lay naked on the sun lounge, stroking his hard cock as he enjoyed the latest live family porno show taking place right in front of him.

"You two are superb," Cam said, the usual note of pride once again evident in his voice, his son and daughter's enthusiasm only too plain to see as Mark embedded his formidable prick deeper within the soft silky folds of his sibling's pussy, "each show you put on for your old dad is better than the last."

Carrie flashed her father a smile of thanks, showing her perfect teeth, while juggling her tits in her hands, as Mark pulled out and she shifted her position, lifting one leg up on the sun lounge so that her foot brushed against Cam's legs. 

"That looks fantastic, my dears," Cam enthused again, his mouth drooling and his voice heavy with lust, "better than anything I've got in my porno collection."

Cam had a completely unobstructed view of his daughter's bare arse and as she leaned forward for Mark to re-insert his cock, he gasped as Carrie reached down with her hands between her legs to spread her labia, exposing her pink moist gash to her father - not that Cam hadn't had the pleasure of ogling it hundreds of times before, nor indeed licking and fucking it - as she waited with eager anticipation for her brother to resume what he did best - tearing her pussy to shreds with another one of his expert fucks.

Cam's appreciative eyes roamed over Carrie's body from head to toe, taking in his daughter's soft slim neck, partially obscured by her long golden hair that hang down in a similar style to her mother's, before letting his eyes drift down the small of her back and over her naked buttocks to her slim feminine legs that culminated in a pair of dainty little feet. Even now, after all these years, Cam still couldn't quite believe that he and Lucy had brought such a wonderful daughter into the world - and a wonderful son, too.

Mark managed a smile in his father's direction, too, through the beads of sweat that had erupted on his handsome unlined face; he loved fucking his sister, as he also did his mother, especially in front of an audience. The feel of his cock trapped snugly within the tight folds of his blood relatives' pussies was second-to-none as it also was when he fucked his father. 

Now, as Mark exerted as much pressure as he could, bringing all his years of experience to bear, Carrie rocked back and forth on her slim smooth legs, her pussy becoming slicker as it hungrily gobbled up every inch of Mark's gargantuan rod. Cam licked his lips as he watched his son and daughter in action, they never failed to put on a show of supreme excellence, always giving one hundred per cent to their efforts as they performed, displaying all the confidence that years of belonging to a happy and loving incestuous family had taught them. 

Cam was all eyes as he watched the walls of Carrie's nubile cunthole encapsulating her brother's very experienced and very talented fuck pole in a vice-like grip while at the same time pushing back to meet head-on its every thrust. Their father tugged on his own experienced cock a little harder, causing another dribble of pre-cum to emerge from his pee hole, his son's arse cheeks clenching as his daughter took her brother's cock balls deep in her pussy. 

At sixty years old, Cam was glad he was still capable of extracting maximum pleasure from his much-cherished endowment. All that nonsense he had read forty years ago as a young man just out of his teens, i.e. that a man reaches his sexual peak at twenty-one and its all a downhill spiral from then onwards was a complete and utter farce, at least as far as Cam was concerned. 

In truth, Cam didn't give a toss why he had never lost his love of sex, he was just glad that his drive was as strong as it had ever been and that was all that mattered. Let the psychologists yak about it with their mumbo jumbo if it pleased them, Cam often thought, he was too busy enjoying himself to worry or wonder about what they had to say. And how great that Mark and Carrie had inherited the same intense love of sex, must be something to do with those genes inherent in all of us. 

Carrie's screams were drowning out the singing of the birds as the sun beat down on a day filled with the magic of summertime and the garden resounded and reverberated as it once again bore witness to the heady breathy sounds of its owners engaged in some really hot sex. The screams, alternating between grunts and groans and moaning whimpers and combined with Mark's grunting, almost drowned out the sound of Jem's jeep being driven slowly up the sun-kissed drive before the engine puckered and died and Cam's brother climbed out, slamming the door and locking it behind him.

"Fucking hell!" Jem, short for Jeremy, exclaimed, licking his lips at the intense scene which greeted him and delighted to have timed his arrival just right, "this is a sight for sore eyes!"

"Blimey, Jem, what are you doing here?" asked Cam, pleased to see him nevertheless and glad that his wife's brother seemed to be in his usual naturally ebullient mood.

"Well, good afternoon to you, too," said Jem, feigning a caustic tone, "that's a nice welcome, I must say. Anyone'd think you wasn't pleased to see me."

"Don't be daft," rejoined Cam, "but you could have phoned first."

"What and interrupt the party?" said Jem, "not that I expected you to be up to anything on a hot day like this. Thought you'd all be flaked out now having another one of your siestas."

Cam laughed out loud; he had never taken a siesta in his life, at least not voluntarily though, these days, now that he was older, he sometimes found himself falling asleep when he least wanted to.

"Don't give me that, Jem," Cam replied, as Jem approached the verandah, rubbing the bulge that had instantly formed inside his close-fitting jeans, "what else did you expect us to be doing on a day like this?" Cam went on. "Discussing the price of plums and the credit crunch?"

"Now now, Cam dear, don't be facetious," said Jem, putting on his best theatrrical voice, finely tuned from the many am dram productions he had appeared in over the years, "it doesn't become you. Though I suppose there's always a chance you might have been."

"Might have been what?" asked Cam, innocently.

"Discussing the price of plums and that other thing you said," replied Jem.

"Oh, give over man, for crying out loud," rejoined Cam, though he was only half serious. Having known Jem since they were both teenagers, he was used to his brother's ways by now.

Another grown from the far end of the verandah caused the two older men to glance in the direction of Mark and Carrie who were still fucking like rabbits as if their lives depended on it.

"Hi, uncle Jem," Carrie managed to greet the new arrival inbetween grunting as Mark continued to pound in and out of her pussy. "You knew full well what we'd be up to today, I bet," she added, having clearly heard Jem's tete-a-tete with her father, in spite of all the noise she and Mark were making.

"Or any other fucking day, knowing you lot," said Jem, leering wickedly at his niece and nephew as he unzipped his jeans and pulled out his best friend and began masturbating the old todger, running his hand up and down the thick shaft, grateful that his cock, like Cam's, was still in full working order. "Glad I got here in time, wouldn't have wanted to miss this."

"You always was a master in the art of timing, Jem," Cam said, his mouth drooling not only from the pleasure of seeing his son and daughter in action but also watching Jem wanking his aroused prick right in front of him and admiring his brother, who was only a year or so younger, at how instantly he had achieved his hard-on.

"Too bloody right I am," retorted Jem, his big sweaty balls swinging backwards and forwards as he carried on pleasuring himself, "and thank fuck, too."

Jem's remark was almost drowned out by another loud squeal from Carrie as a particularly hard thrust from Mark hit her G-spot for the umpteenth time. Mark was too busy concentrating on fucking his sister to say anything, his back to his father and uncle who were watching his powerful naked arse cheeks quivering in the sunlight and shadow of the perfect summer afternoon, but he raised a hand and gave his uncle a thumbs up sign to welcome him into the fold. 

Jem quickly removed his clothes and joined his relatives in the nude, luxuriating in the joy of being unashamedly naked and the feel of the hot sun on his back as he moved in to get a closer look at the action.

"What brings you here, anyway?" Cam asked again, a few moments later, knowing full well the reason why and matching Jem stroke for stroke, their hands flying up and down their poles with such speed it was as if they had both just discovered masturbation for the very first time.

"Need you ask?" Jem replied, his thick juicy knobhead peeping in and out of an incredibly long foreskin as he wanked, "I was feeling really horny and when I'm like that, there's only one place to head for: here. Where's that sex-mad slut of a sister of mine, by the way?"

"She's having a lie down inside," said Cam, "I think the heat must have got to her. One of us is having a siesta, at least," he added, almost as an afterthought.

"I'll soon sort that wife of yours out for you, Cam," Jem said succinctly and Cam smiled, knowing from many years of experience that Cam was always true to his word. "She'll soon shake herself out of her slumbers once she sees what I've got for her," Jem continued, holding out his cock to his relatives, just in case they hadn't got the message. 

Carrie and Mark grunted again in unison as they kept going, such was their enthusiasm that once on heat they could carry on regardless for as long as necessary. Jem was so horny watching them, he let go of his cock to avoid shooting too soon and moved across the verandah with his outstretched cock leading the way, his ballsac nestling in a fuzzy mass of hot sweaty pubes.

"Fucking hell, you two," Jem said, reaching out a hand and touching up Mark's bare arse as he spoke, "you look like you're going for gold."

"Platinum," murmured Cam, as his pride in his adult offspring once again swelled up inside him.

Jem stroked Mark's arse for a few more moments before moving round to fondle Carrie's tits and kissing his niece on the lips to which she responded eagerly, after which her uncle headed for the door to go in search of his sister. 

"See you later," he said cheerily, his arse cheeks working together as he disappeared inside and not witnessing his nephew and niece smiling back at his naked retreating form. They both loved the gentle touch of their uncle's hands on their smooth naked flesh ...

2.

After the brightness outside, Jem had to adjust his eyes to the gloom of the old house. As always, whenever he visited, he thought it was about time his relatives got rid of this dark decrepit place or at least did it up a bit, after all, they had plenty of money. It was more in tune with an American-style homestead than an isolated mansion in the Scottish Highlands; indeed, it reminded Jem very much of the one in that old U.S. t.v. series "The Munsters", which he had loved as a kid all those years ago. 

When would that have been, mid-1960s? Yes, of course it was, so ancient now that when, occasionally, repeats turned up on t.v. nowadays they were all in musty black-and-white. Which, of course, suited the hilarious tales of the qwerky family, giving them a real feel of the times in which they were made.

Even now, as Jem climbed the stairs to the room his sister Lucy shared with her husband Cam, his hard cock throbbing in his hand and humbing "The Munsters" theme tune to himself before changing to whistling the melody of the old Rosemary Clooney song "This Ole House" - one of Jem's favourites - he wouldn't have been in the least surprised to see Fred Gwynne and Yvonne de Carlo standing at the top, resplendent in full Herman and Lily Munster make-up.

All the windows were open on account of the heat, a sweltering and stultifying airlessness that rarely came to this part of the world, and Carrie's cries of pleasure could still be heard, reaching into the darkest corners and crevices of the old house, not only through the open panes but also the cracks in the walls. 

The cock-hardening heady sounds of a family at sex were evident every day at the old house and Jem was grateful he had chosen an afternoon to visit when things seemed to be going psrticularly well. Jem always liked to get involved in the action straightaway, to be able to stroll in when things were at full throttle, strip off and get down to it with no messing about standing around waiting for someone to make the first move. Not that that happened very often where Jem's family was concerned, if indeed it ever happened at all.

Jem reached the top of the stairs and made his way along to the marital bedroom. The door was shut but, as usual, he didn't bother to knock, he opened it and walked straight in.

To his disappointment, the room was empty. Hadn't his brother said his sister was having a lie down? 

"Where the hell is that sex-mad bitch, then?" Jem mused silently to himself. "Trying to hide from me, eh?" he went on before it dawned on him that he had turned up unexpectedly and that therefore Lucy would in no way be hiding herself from him - not that she ever did, she loved his cock too much for that.

Turning back to the door, Jen heard the trinkling sounds of water coming from the bathroom at the other end of the landing. Obviously, that sister of his had decided to go take a bath. Well, that was no problem, Jem had no preferential places in which to give his sibling a good going over, wherever he and Lucy happened to suck and fuck was always the best and right place at the time and therefore OK by him.

The bathroom door was ajar and Jem could see his naked sister sitting in the cool water in the old bath tub, her once blonde hair, now streaked with strands of grey, cascading over her shoulders and reaching halfway down her back. Her big and still firm tits, with their delicious nipplies standing out from her purply aureoles, were just above the level of the water line and Jem watched excitedly for a few moments as Lucy sloshed the soapy suds all over them, rubbing them together with a very sexy and provocative squelching sound.

Jem licked his lips and gave his cock another tug, loading up his balls in the process, as he advanced into the bathroom; it had been a good fortnight or so since he'd last visited and he was as horny as fuck.

"Hi there, you old slag," he said, "ain't you got a kiss for me?"

Lucy, startled, turned her head over her shoulder, flicking her hair to one side in the process and stared at her brother. 

"Oh, it's you, Jem," she said, as if she hadn't recognised his voice and not batting an eyelid that he was completely naked and holding his rock-hard erection in his hand, "ain't you ever thought of knocking?"

"That's exactly what I intend to do," Jem replied, giving a puerile giggle like a boy of fourteen instead of a man in his late fifties, "some hard knocking with you. Besides, the door was wide open anyway."

"Not tbat that would have made any difference with you," giggled Lucy, happily, in spite of herself pleased to see Jem, as she always was.

"Too fucking right it wouldn't," said Cam, "I've a hard-on here that only an expert cocksucker like you can deal with."

Jem held his cock, still as beautiful and tasty-looking as a young man's, out to his sister to show her what she had been missing for the past fortnight and then leaned in and kissed Lucy on the lips, snaking his tongue into her mouth while reaching out a hand to fondle her boobs, unsagging and as delightful to the touch as they had been forty years ago.

"I came in here to have a bath to cool off," said Lucy when she broke the kiss with Jem, "not to suck cock."

"Ah, come on, sis," said Jem, "don't give me all that bullshit. You know you're always up for it."

Indeed, Lucy was but she always liked to tease her brother by making him wait awhile.

"What brings you here, anyway?" she went on, prolonging the agony for Jem.

"That's exactly what Cam said," replied Jem. "If you don't know by now, then you never will."

"You sex mad sod," Lucy replied, now laughing outright instead of simply giggling.

"Takes one to know one," her brother answered, pinching his sister's tits gently between the tips of her fingers.

Jem drew himself back up to his full height and held out his cock again to his sister. He'd always been proud of his thick meat stick and delighted that he belonged to an incest family where he could go nude and show it off to his relatives with impunity. Jem, an enthusiastic amateur actor, was also an enthusiastic enxhibitionist, the two going hand in hand, and any embarrassment he once might have felt exposing and displaying himself had long since been lost in the mists of time ...

3.

Jem's foreskin retracted easily and the pink head bobbed in front of Lucy's nose, complimented by the heavy sacs of her brother's cum-laden balls. Lucy smiled, she had always loved sucking on her brother's cock, ever since the foursomes they had enjoyed with their late parents, many years earlier after she and her twin had become consenting adults from the age of eighteen onwards. Cam was a friend of Jem's and had often visited the Miller household to join in with Lucy, Jem and their parents and there was much celebration when, a few years later, Lucy accepted Cam's proposal of marriage.

The wedding had taken place two years after Cam's proposal. Two and a bit years after that, Lucy and Cam's first child, Mark, had been born and, after a well-planned interval, their second child Carrie arrived, soon after Mark had turned three. Lucy and Cam had lived with her parents and Jem for the first few years after their marriage and the family orgies had continued unabated but after the birth of Mark, Lucy and Cam had moved out into the old house that had been their home now for the past thirty-six years.

Jem and Lucy's father Angus had died eleven years ago and their mother Jean only five years back, both from natural causes, having lived well into their eighties and sexually active almost to the end. Jem had thought at one time that, now he was on his own, his sister and her family might ask him to move in with them, especially as Mark and Carrie were by then consenting adults and had been duly inducted into the family sex club, but the invite never came and Jem, forward in many ways especially where sex was concerned, was not going to ask. 

Besides, he was quite comfortable - when all was said and done - in the house his parents had left him in the delightful little town of Callander, a much more modern abode than the dilapidated excuse for a house he now stood in. 

Whatever had possessed his sister and brother to purchase such a run-down property in the first place was something he had long ceased pondering on, it wasn't his place to reason why. Perhaps they kept it this way to "tie in" with their bohemian lifestyle.

Nevertheless, Jem knew he was welcome at the old house anytime and visited as often as he could, moreso nowadays since he missed very much the hot daily sex he'd enjoyed with his mother before her passing and grateful that his sister and her family still welcomed him. 

The sex with his mum and sister - and later his niece and nephew - had always been so fucking fabulous that Jem had never felt the need nor the inclination to look for a wife of his own. Likewise, Mark and Carrie had not troubled to find themselves spouses, not when all their needs and comforts were well povided for within the family, in every possible way imaginable. 


The Old House by the Sea



David awoke with a start, his heart pounding and his skin covered in perspiration. He turned onto his side and strained to listen – a door was banging, the back screen door. The young man sat up in the strange narrow bed, his eyes becoming more accustomed to the dark and then a moment later he went to find out what had happened.

He reached the backdoor aware that the bedroom his mother was using was empty. He stood there at the backdoor peering out over the desolate looking sand dunes, glowing unearthly in the silver moonlight; peering at the narrow sandy path through the short grass and at the patches of black trees in the far distance to his right. His mother was somewhere out there - maybe down at the waterline in the surf, or hidden in the dunes, or amongst the trees. David could hear the soft blast of the surf as it crashed into shore and went racing up the tight hard sand and he could hear the strange wind as it occasionally struck the house, sweeping in from the coast. It was the wind causing the screen door to bang which woke him. 

He stood there at the back porch looking out and wondering what he should do. This was far from a normal situation and he was unsure. His mother Susan had, on a whim, told David to pack and then driven the two of them out here, leaving David's 23 year old sister to fend for herself, at home in the suburbs. She had driven the two of them out to the north coast, to a ramshackle holiday house on the water, which she claimed to have once shared with David's father for weeks on end, when they were both at college and carefree, years ago. 

Susan was expecting something, but at first the 19 year old David had trouble fathoming his mother's mind. Susan was seeking something, David had thought, but he couldn't quite pin it down. She had driven them up to this dilapidated house, ready to reminisce about old times and rest for sure, but she wanted something more, wanted something from David. He finally thought he knew what it was she wanted, as he stood there at the back door, but he still wasn't entirely sure. He dare not speak his mind. 

And still he stood there. Where was his mother? Why would she get up in the early hours of the morning, leave the back door unlocked and just disappear? For a moment he thought someone might have taken Susan, but there was no sign of a struggle and they were completely alone, the road gate to this house locked. Yes, his mother was somewhere out there. Maybe she had left the back screen door open deliberately, knowing that it would bang and wake him, causing him to come looking?

David's sister Kellie had warned David against going on this strange holiday with their mother. The divorce had only recently been finalised between Susan and David's father and Susan was acting unpredictably, moodily, like a weirdo, according to Kellie. David did wonder, at first, why Kellie wasn't invited along, but there was no way he was going to say no to his mother. And now that they were there he wouldn't call a halt to the holiday – not now, not for anything - he was putting two and two together, or he at least thought he was.

Kellie was sure her mother was clearing the way for David; preparing him to step into his father's place now that the marriage between her parents had been dissolved. Kellie knew that her conclusion sounded bizarre and she couldn't really point to anything specific, apart from this strange holiday, but she sensed it. Kellie believed her mother was unwell, manipulating and grooming her son and the problem was that David seemed to be a willing target. Susan and David were far too close.

Still David himself wasn't so sure. His mother had invited David away in an ambiguous manner. Susan had taken David aside one evening and pulled the young man into her arms, running her fingers through his hair and stroking his face softly. David, always aware of his mother's extraordinary beauty, was soon under her spell. Susan's hair was short and brown, her eyes light blue, her mouth full and soft, her skin lightly tanned, and her body slim with gentle curves. Susan addressed him with her soft voice, sincerely, trying to explain herself. 

"I want you to come away with me David, just you and I, and no one else."

"You mean on a holiday mom?" he had asked, confused.

"Yes, a holiday," Susan continued, "I want to take you to a place that used to mean a lot to me, somewhere you've never been before. I'm hoping that it will become an important place for you, for just us two as well."

"Sure mom," David said, enjoying the way his mother was touching him.

"I just need to get us out of this house David, away from this horrible divorce, rid ourselves of your father once and for all."

"Sure mom, we'll go away. When do you want to go?"

"Well now honey, now. I have been planning this for weeks. I want you to go and pack now." 

And then they had just taken off, abruptly announcing their departure less than an hour after David was all packed. Kerrie had grabbed David, trying to warn him, but David, as usual, was under the spell of his beautiful mother and laughed off his sister's fears. Kerrie never got a chance to tell him exactly what she thought. He and Susan jumped into the car and drove off, leaving Kerrie confused, tempted to telephone her father for advice, but not following through. 

They had arrived that afternoon and Susan took a bedroom and David took the second bedroom and everything seemed normal. David's mother had shown him around the rundown weather beaten house, pointing at first this and at that, explaining its significance in her life and what it meant. It was all thoroughly normal and David found it interesting, given how strongly he felt about Susan. There was one unusual moment though, as Susan explained the significance of the bedroom she was sleeping in.

"I think you were conceived in this bedroom David," Susan said gently, turning to him, "I'm sure it's not the same bed though, at least I think it's not. That was a long time ago."

"Wow," was all the response David could muster.

"Yeah, wow's right. That bed got one hell of a workout."

David began to laugh, growing red faced - his penis stirring in his pants. Susan was laughing too, but also looking at him, her eyes sparkling, maybe expecting him to do something. 

Then they had taken a walk and Susan had shown him the beach and the dunes. They had taken a quick swim in the sea and then ambled back to the house and ate and went to bed early. And now this, Susan missing at three o'clock in the morning and the screen door banging in the wind and David wondering whether he should go after her or not. 

He suddenly made a decision, at last. David carefully took off his shorts and then his underwear, tossed them aside and picked up his beach-towel. He stepped out onto the back porch and pulled the door and pushed the screen door closed behind him. He descended the wooden stairs, very aware that he was completely naked and that his penis was fully erect. The warm night air caressed his skin, making his penis tingle. The grass and leaves crunched under his bare feet. He turned first this way and that, looking into as many dark corners as he could.

"Where are you mom?" he whispered. 

David took one step after another, following the winding sand trail through the grass, on his way towards the beach. He looked left and right, his eyes scanning the dunes for any sign of Susan and finding nothing. Then he emerged from the trail and walked out onto the open sand of the beach, the waterline in sight now, a black body in the middle ground, the waves with their foamy heads rolling and crashing to earth. He scanned the beach for his mother, steeling himself to keep looking and not turn tail and run for his clothing and his bed.

"Where are you?" David asked, his eyes roving over the dunes and down across the cool ghostly sand and along the shoreline.

Suddenly David saw his mother. Susan was walking on the beach, her back to the water, her course set for the sandy path leading out of the beach and back to the house. It was a path that would take her directly past her naked son David. She had been swimming, he surmised, as she wore only her bikini, her hair slick and dark like jet. 

He breathed hard and slowly walked towards her, not wanting to frighten or alarm her by his presence, but wanting to intercept her before she reached the sandy path. He had no idea how she would react once she saw him naked and erect. Would she slap him or disown him? David stopped walking and dropped his towel at his feet and watched as his mother grew larger and emerged into the light, playing across the sand where he stood.

"David?" Susan asked cautiously.

"Yeah, hi mom," David replied, his voice strained, feeling very naked.

"You couldn't sleep either? Have you come down for a swim?" Susan asked, looking slightly startled at finding David there, but seemingly oblivious to his naked body, his erection.

"I came to find you mom... I was worried."

Susan arrived and stood opposite David. 

"Yes sorry I should have left a note or something," Susan said, talking to him as if he was fully clothed and it was daytime, "the waters nice, not too cold, even at this time of the morning."

"Mom?" he said breathlessly, interrupting her, "mom, look at me, look at my body."

Susan let her eyes roam over him and then she looked him in the eye.

"I know David, you look beautiful, you're a beautiful young man," Susan said softly, her eyes dropping again to her son's dick and lingering on every inch of him.

"Can I kiss you, please," he asked abruptly. He needed her so badly.

"Do you love me David?"

"Yes, I love you with my whole heart mom," he replied sincerely.

"Love me, forever?"

"Yes, forever mom."

Susan turned her head and looked out to sea, suddenly unsure; she finally turned back to her son. David stepped up to his mother and took her in his arms, pressing his penis against Susan's belly, a look of desperation on his face.

"You know your sister thinks I'm some sort of black widow spider, manipulating you, trying to ruin you," Susan said.

"That's not true mom."

"Are you really trying to take you dad's place honey; it's not an easy job?"

"Yeah I am, I'm glad he's gone."

"You want me all to yourself, hey?"

"Yeah, I do."

"Oh god, you can never tell anyone, never say..."

"I know," David said earnestly, interrupting Susan, "no one will ever know."

"Yes, okay then."

"I can kiss you then mom?"

"Yes David, you can kiss me, you can kiss me all you want."

David leaned in and their lips met for the first time. He kissed his mother softly, inviting Susan to open her mouth so he could start to run his tongue inside. Susan accepted, opening her mouth for him, causing him to kiss her more firmly to which she responded with greater passion, slipping her own tongue inside David's mouth before he could get the chance to. Then she reached out and took David's cock in her hand and began squeezing and stroking it softly, while the young man gasped in his mother's mouth.

"You like that, hey," Susan asked, breaking the kiss.

"God yes mom, I love it," he said, sighing.

"C'mon, let's go down the beach further."

Susan took her son's hand in hers and David picked up his towel and then she led him down to the darkest side of the beach, down where the swelling dunes met the thundering water, where the moon barely shone. Susan and David laid out their towels on the sand and Susan undid her bikini top, showing David her pear shaped breasts and then she pulled off her bikini bottoms and sat back on the towels, grinning, spreading her legs, inviting David to come and get her. 

Their mouths collided again and their restless hands ran between legs, along sides, up and down spines. David was finally allowed to touch his mother in all the ways he wanted and nothing was taboo - he stroked her pussy with one hand and caressed the back of her neck with the other. There was so much to taste and his lips and tongue sought out her ears, the nape of her neck, her breasts and belly while she laughed at him, pleased by how overwhelmed he was, how horny. 

And Susan was driving him crazy with her soft touch. He could take no more and she groaned softly in his ear as David moved to mount his mother. He wasted no time, having no capacity for anymore foreplay while he was so stirred up. Susan spread her legs and drew back her knees and her son slipped between her soft thighs.

"Here, put it here," Susan hissed at her clumsy son, taking his penis in hand and guiding him in. He found the spot and she told him to push, but he needed no more directions. Susan's high pitched groan carried across the sand as David pressed and her body yielded, opening and then moulding itself to the size and shape of his penis as he impaled her. David marvelled at how warm she was, how slippery, how easy she was to penetrate.

David fucked his mother slowly and smoothly, enjoying the sweet squelch their sex caused and the divine feelings running along his penis and slowly spreading through his whole nervous system, engaging his whole body. She rolled her hips, explaining how good it would feel when they were moving together in unison. Soon they were engaged together in a smooth rhythm and Susan was moaning softly. David looked down into his mother's eyes, just dark pools in that space and studied her face. The merest hint of moonlight played on the tip of her upturned nose, her chin and on her wet lips. Both of them wanted to forge a new bond – one of intense love and real passion and they kissed deeply or else silently regarded each other as they made love on the dark beach.

Incestuous love was the most intense, the most meaningful, David was ready to declare. He smoothly entered his mother again and again, while Susan held him tight and talked in his ear, encouraging him. She was glad he was so excited, but he needed her coaching. He just needed to cum, work off some of his built up sexual tension first, she realised. He was just like his father had been at first, like a jack rabbit, like a wind up machine, breaking their rhythm again and again.

David's father, Martin had been sexually inexperienced when he and Susan started sleeping together all those years ago and Susan had initiated him, turning him into a good lover. Now it was David's turn.

David did make Susan feel good; he was considerate and she believed him when he said he loved her. Susan was pleased they had done this, she had more or less prepared him for it anyway, she reasoned, despite Kellie's last minute meddling. She loved this hot young man on top of her, his body lean and hard, his skin smooth and tight- she was flattered by his desperation and she knew she could mould him, remake him, and ultimately control him, if she wanted. Kellie and her ex may have resented it, but it was who Susan was, she couldn't help it, she needed to control people.

She wasn't going to go to a psychiatrist, like her ex said she should. He had claimed that she was overly fixated on David, that she couldn't take her mind off their son and that it was damaging and undermining their marriage. Her relationship with Kellie was poor, her ex said, because Kellie refused to accept Susan's passive aggressive games, her endlessly silent expectations, and refused to have Susan control every aspect of her life. Susan didn't care anymore – she had gotten rid of her husband and next she would encourage Kellie to move out and then it would just be her and David and that was all that mattered really.

"C'mon son," Susan started cooing, trying to tease and turn him on.

"Awwww," he groaned long and loud, his orgasm building fast. 

A few more thrusts and he got there.

"C'mon, give it to mommy."

"Awwww! Awwww! Awwww," David exclaimed, his voice sounding in the dark night.

Susan laughed at him happily – he was 19, still a big silly kid, shaking, straining and flinching, his penis erupting and shooting inside his mother's beautiful body. Susan didn't mean to mess with his head, but she couldn't help telling him that he was a good boy and that his mommy loved him. Hearing that fresh provocation caused David to grind his penis inside Susan and give her every drop of semen he possibly could, until he was shaking, starting to feel unwell.

They spent three weeks there, in that broken down house, by the sea. That house with its peeling paint and creaky floorboards became a seething hotbed of incestuous sex while Susan and David stayed there. She brought him into her bedroom and there they spent the nights having sex, and then more sex, and still more sex. The days were spent sleeping, the afternoons bathing in the bright blue sea or lying in the sun, conserving their strength. Meals were taken when they felt hungry.

David was addicted to his mother; obsessed with her body and Susan was pleased with him. Susan let him gorge himself until he got his fill, while slowly turning him into a better lover. She had to admit though that his sex addiction and obsession with her was surprising. He exhausted himself every night, growing thinner, appearing unwell at times. She made a claim on every drop of his semen and every drop was destined to end up in her pussy. Susan had never slept with a man who could ejaculate that often, regaining an erection so quickly. David groaned through one orgasm after another after another, squirting his cum inside his mother night after night.

David would always remember their weeks there. They never got back there again and the owner of the old house by the sea finally sold it and it was torn down in later years. David remembered stroking his mother's face tenderly as she watched him, remembered the hysterical way she would cum while sitting in his lap, his penis inside her, her shaking body in her arms. David remembered the way Susan used to suck his penis, teasing him with her soft strokes and swishing tongue. He remembered the way she opened up and told him everything and held him as he admitted everything to her. They truly fell in love while they stayed at the old house by the sea. 

Finally, though they left paradise and returned to the suburbs. Kellie went to college and moved out. Martin, David's father drifted out of his son's life. It was just Susan and David and he wasn't going anywhere, ever, and he couldn't have been happier.



The Old House Looked the Same



The old house looked the same, a welcome monument to permanence after all the changes that had occurred during my year in Vietnam. I paid the cab driver, shouldered my barracks bag and walked up the driveway to the back door. The garage stood empty, which went along with my phone calls from the airport going unanswered. Who would have been home anyway. Mom and Dad had both passed away now and only my next older brother was still living at home. Undoubtedly he was at work not knowing I'd arrived a day early. With nobody looking I got down on my knees and kissed the ground, tears welling out of my eyes in relief and happiness at having returned whole, my only wounds being spiritual. 

Inside the door, Buddy, Dad's golden retriever was jumping against the back door, tail wagging, happy to see me. The key was still under the rock beside the door and I let myself in. Buddy forgot how old a dog he was. He jumped up, forepaws on my shoulders and licked my face. I'm glad to see you again too, buddy. 

Nothing looked very different. Billy hadn't done anything to change things. He was doing a good job of housekeeping, too. Everything was neat and the carpet even appeared to have been vacuumed recently. Mom and Dad's room looked like they were still in residence. My old room still had every appearance of being home to a high school senior with athletic trophies, rock posters, and two Vargas pin-ups adorning the walls. 

I walked into the kitchen and got a beer out of the refrigerator. I was in the throes of a classic case of jet lag and was seeing everything as if through a glass darkly. Except for being home, things hadn't lived up to my expectation. At the San Francisco airport someone actually spit on me for being in uniform.

Halfway through the beer I lay down on the davenport and slept with a kind of relief that sleep hadn't brought for the last year—a year of being constantly on the alert, and living with the awareness that each moment might be the last.

I hadn't seen Mary for the past year and now she was in my arms. When I reached into her panties, for once she didn't stop me, and suddenly we were naked together and my hard cock was finally where it had been longing to be ever since we met. It felt heavenly, just like I always knew it would, and it wasn't long before I was coming. Warm semen spurt into my khakis and I suddenly woke up. Just what I need: a puddle of warm jizz in my only civilian clothes. 

My mind was slow in emerging from sleep. My hand checked, yes, there certainly was a wet spot. I sat up and suddenly noticed Billy sitting across the room. "Welcome home kid. We tried to meet you at the airport but there was an accident on the freeway and we were stuck there for three hours."

Sitting beside Billy was a dark haired woman. "Johnny, this is my fiancé, Margie. Margie has heard a lot about you, Billy."

"All lies," I said. I was only half awake, but awake enough to be embarrassed. Billy acted like nothing had happened. 

"We let you sleep. I bet it feels good to be home, huh?"

"I kissed the ground, outside. I swear to God I did. I hope Buddy doesn't still shit in the backyard. Oops, excuse me, Marge. I'm going to have to get used to polite society again."

"Margie," said Billy.

"Huh?"

"I think you're going to find there isn't any such thing as polite society anymore. Things have changed while you were gone," said Margie.

"Margie, not Marge," said Billy.

I rubbed my eyes, feeling the granules of sleep in my eyes. "I'm feeling kind of groggy. Is it okay if I take a quick shower? Then I'd like to buy the two of you dinner."

"Shower, by all means, but you can't buy dinner; dinner is on me," said Billy.

"Come on, my wallet is stuffed with money I haven't been able to spend for the last year. Besides, you're saving up for law school."

"I am saving up, but you have to think of going back to college too."

"Maybe, but I have the GI Bill."

"This is your first night home, I insist you let us welcome you. We've been so anxious about you, it would purely be a pleasure to pay."

"Okay, okay. But this isn't going to be a habit, right? Hey, am I still in my old room?"

"You can have the master bedroom if you want."

"Naw, I'll keep my room." It was hard to pretend nothing had happened as I walked down the hall to my room, hoping to find some clean pants to wear. I sure didn't want to show up for dinner in uniform. Behind me I heard the muted laughter of Billy and Margie, and I was pretty sure I knew what they were laughing about. My face felt hot.

"Well, do I look like a civilian?" I asked, decked out the best I could in slacks and a sweater.

"Jesus, you've lost weight. And where'd those peg pants come from? Nobody wears them any more. I think I better take you shopping."

"I think he'll look good in bells, don't you, Billy?" asked Margie.

"What are you hungry for?"

"Anything. Everything."

"That should make it easy. Let's go." 

Billy sat with his arm around Margie,. steering his old pickup easily with one hand. I sat to the right. I asked about my friends, most in College, a few in Vietnam, a couple of them KIA. I didn't know. It didn't seem like any of the old gang were still around, especially when I got to the girls.

"I better go to college, or I won't know any girls at all."

"I bet you're horny, eh?"

"I haven't been with a girl for the last year, except for hookers on R&R and one weekend pass."

"You told me about the girl in the red dress in Bangkok. It sounded pretty hot."

"It sure is named right. Bangkok. Those girls were actually nice, but I sure don't miss the 'B' girls. I just need to get back into the swing of things."

"Margie, do you know anyone you can fix Johnny up with?"

"Blond or dark, Johnny?"

"I can find . . ."

"I won't hook you up with a dog."

I blushed. I hadn't thought she would, but I didn't want her to think I couldn't find my own woman. "Just find me a girl who can hold up her side of a conversation and who doesn't hate soldiers. I bet that's going to be hard."

"Maybe, but not impossible. But I wouldn't go around in uniform on campus, though."

"What about Megan?"

"That's right, she broke up with Randy. You'll like her. If I was a guy, I sure would. I'll give her a call after dinner."

"Why don't you call her now and ask her if she'd like to join us for dinner. I think you'll like Megan, Johnny. She's smart, independent and attractive."

Also available, it turned out. Attractive was a weak adjective for her vibrant good looks as she ran down the sidewalk to the pick-up after Billy tapped out 'shave and a haircut' on his horn. It was crowded with all four of us in the front seat even though it's one of the old fashioned pick-ups with a wide seat. Megan had to sit on my lap but she was too polite to comment on the hard uncomfortable bulge in my lap. Fortunately, she was able to shift her weight to my knee so I could wiggle and make the prisoner in my pants more comfortable.

Some things hadn't changed while I was in 'Nam. The minute we reached the restaurant, while we were still waiting to be seated, the two girls disappeared into the women's room; when they emerged there was a sparkle in Megan's eyes and I was afraid I knew what that meant. Margie hadn't been able to resist telling Megan about having ringside seats to my wet dream.

Billy and I stood as they approached the table. "Did you really just come back from Vietnam?" Megan asked.

"Yes."

"Well, good for you." She rose up on tip toe and kissed me on the lips. Not a peck either but a warm plump kiss. My cock stirred. Whoa there stud.

I remember nothing about dinner except for feeling schizophrenia; half of me felt comfortable and happily ensconced with friends and family. Half of me felt alienated—as if I were in enemy territory. I sat with my back to the wall and guarded my space even as I wished these friends could come in from the fog. Maybe this is what Wolfe meant when he said you can't come home again. 

I told them about my arrival at Travis AFB, kissing the ground and then being taken Frisco and being spit on at the airport for being in uniform. But only because they kept pumping me. I was more interested in hearing about the new hippie drug culture which we'd heard about in-country and about the so-called sexual revolution.

"It's true," Margie said, "a lot of girls give away sex like we used to think of a good night kiss."

"A lot of my classmates are shacked up and my best friend is living in a commune," said Megan. 

"Commune?" I asked.

"A bunch of kids rented a big house together and anyone who wants can move in and share expenses, and everybody sleeps with everyone else."

"You're kidding?"

"You'll see," said Billy.

Over dessert Megan said, "I hear the two of you are going to be rattling around in your parents' old house."

"Actually, I've been living there too," said Margie. I didn't know that.

"Well," said Megan, "maybe we should go there and welcome John back the right way. I'd like to sleep with him tonight." I was astonished, but not too astonished to respond positively. Margie winked at Billy and Billy took out his wallet.

"Are you sure I can't chip in on the dinner?"

"Relax and enjoy your day, kid. It ain't going to happen again."

Arriving back home, we all made our way to the living room where Billy put some music on the stereo. We poured ourselves beer and sat together talking for a while. Billy turned out all the lights so the only light came from the gas log in the fireplace. Billy didn't attempt to disguise the fact that he was stroking Margie's breasts under her blouse. When Sinatra's September Song came up, Megan suggested I dance with her. I guess it was dancing, or maybe making love standing up. She pushed against my hard cock, giving it enough pressure to make it rock hard. Every time I looked down, she was looking up at me, her eyes inviting a kiss, an invitation I couldn't refuse. Soon any pretense of dancing disappeared and we stood in the middle of the living room grasping each other and breathing hard. The song ended. 

I sat down and Megan sat down on my lap. "Ouch." I reached down and rearranged my cock so it didn't get pinched. We kissed and then Megan twisted to face me. I put an arm around and stroked her breasts. She tapped me on the shoulder and pointed at Billy and Margie. Even in the halflight, I could see his hand was inside her blouse. Megan found the bulge of my cock, running her fingers over the material of my slacks. When I shifted to make room for my cock in the material, she pulled on the end of my belt, undid it and opened the buttons of my fly. Her fingers reached inside and began to play with me. I'd never experienced such forward behavior in a girl; I liked it.

Margie was lying back against Billy, who had both hands inside her blouse. Margie looked over at us and said, "I told you he had a nice cock." 

Billy whispered in Margie's ear and the two stood. "We're going to take the master bedroom. We'll talk later about rooming arrangements. Be good."

"And if you can't be good, be careful. Yes, I know. Oh, just a minute. Can I talk to you, before you go, Billy.

"Do you have any condoms," I whispered in his ear, but not quietly enough that Margie didn't hear.

"You're on the pill aren't you, Megan," she asked.

"Of course I am."

"See, you won't need a condom, after all," Billy said.

I couldn't believe they just came out and talked about it. This brave new world was going to take some getting used to. 

Once Billy and Margie left, Megan stood and said, "I need to use the bathroom." When she returned a couple of minutes later, I arose to greet her with a hug. She quickly disengaged and, without ceremony, took off her blouse. Before she could continue, I put my hands on her breasts and bowed down to introduce my face. Introductions out of the way, I sucked both nipples and nuzzled my nose in the cleft between. Her scent made me dizzy. Megan pushed me away and pulled my sweater up over my shoulders. I helped her unbutton my shirt and quickly it and my undershirt were gone. Hugging her now was an ecstasy of bare flesh. 

My knees felt weak and when she reached her little hands down in search of my cock they threatened to give way. Her clever fingers made easy work of my fly and I was soon standing before her trying to kick off my shoes without falling so I could step out of my trousers without falling on my face. 

"Would you like a blow job?" she asked. It was like being hit by an unexpected snowball. Everything that was happening between us was so far beyond the way I thought the world of boys and girls worked, I found myself totally disoriented. Well, not disoriented. I knew which way was down on me, I was just amazed she was going there. She was good at it too. She took me in her hands, lightly running her fingers over the hair of my balls and pulling the skin of my cock tight before taking it into her hot mouth. Despite having ejaculated during the afternoon, I was coming before I could pull back or say, "I'm going to come."

"That's okay. Let it come."

"But I want to come in you."

"They'll be time for that later."

"Don't you have to go home?"

"You trying to get rid of me?"

I was too busy to answer. Having given up trying to stop the unstoppable I turned my attention to trying to fill her willing mouth with semen. 

"You're not the kind of guy who's too pure to eat pussy are you?" Megan asked.

"I've never tried it."

"Are you willing to try?"

"Okay."

I once had heard a story designed to illustrate the depravity of the Negro race, in which a Negro man eats a pussy. 

'Them cunts, they stink,' he comments three times. 'And when they don't stink, you know you got them licked.' 

Other than that unsavory reference, I had never heard of doing it. But in the here-ness of the moment, I was inspecting the prospect carefully before I had a chance to think about it and then the odor pulled me in until I was immersed to my ears. 

Along with the joy of being lost in the best sense, in a vagina, eating pussy had the additional advantage of putting me where I could see what was going on. I heard Megan mew each time my lips or tongue got into the area of that funny bump above her hole. I saw the little curds of cottage cheese filling the inner creases of her sex and I sucked them all up and in general gave the area such a working over that the only smell remaining was on my chin when I swam up Megan's stomach to kiss her and share her pussy's juices with her. 

A time to pause came and I held her in my arms in the same thrall as when we danced. Her first sign of coming around was her craning her neck to look at my penis, which was shriveled and hanging meekly, supported from the back by my balls. She kneeled alongside and started to check out my cock. She weighed him in her hands, pulled him and stretched him so he was long and narrow, took him in her hand, and then stood back to see what happened. Nothing. She bent down and took him into her mouth and started to tease him with her tongue. At the same time her hand cupped my balls for a moment before sliding past them to probe for my rectum.

Can't get there from there, I thought, but she proved me wrong. I felt it all the way to my balls, which were already reawakening. I pulled her up and kissed her deeply, as we stood facing each other. I lifted her by her armpits and lowered her against my cock, which still wasn't hard enough to hang her on, so she slid down onto the floor like a damp rag. I followed with my tongue and licked her pussy for a while longer, while she reached up between my legs and fondled me. Now I was starting to feel rock hard. I kneeled between her legs and aimed my cock at her vagina's opening. Megan arched her pelvis up into me. Twelve months in Vietnam put a hell of a lot of drive the pump that was pistoning in and out of Megan's welcoming pussy. I made no attempt to sense the signals Megan was sending, I was a man on a mission. So much so that I can't tell you when I sensed Megan suddenly catch fire and start to match my every move and even my mood. She wasn't as loud as Margie down the hall. But she continually hummed the shades of her emotions. I tried to blend with her but it's been too long since I've sung harmony.

When the after glow started to become chilly, we quickly dressed and made some sundaes from the freezer. Margie and Billy came in a joined us. In the morning I drove Megan home, but not before planning to meet when she got out of class.

Megan's long auburn hair streamed behind her in the wind as she ran down the avenue to where my car sat idling. She had long bell-bottomed jeans, with flags sewn into the seams all the way down to the ragged cuff. I drove as she directed and we came to a substantial house that sat above the street on a hill looking down on the passing world. Inside we were hit by a smoked filled atmosphere. I recognized incense but it was a while before I'd learn to recognize the smell of marijuana and single it out too. The large living room's beautiful hardwood floor was not at its best, being littered with an incredible amount of filth. This what happens, I thought, when no one is in charge. Megan yelled, "Aloana, are you here?" She looked at us, "Wait here." Walked down the hall and rapped on the door. A minute later a sleepy head stuck itself out the door. "Hey, what's hanging?" she asked.

"I wanted you to meet a friend of mine. His name is John."

"Hey, pleased to meet you. We are sort of zoned out, as you can see. Come on in." We followed her into the room. It had two full sized beds and a low table with beanbag chairs around. Draped on the pillows were two additional guy and one more gal, all of whom were naked unless partially draped with blankets. 

"Glad to meet cha, John," said Darrel, when we were introduced. "Here, have a toke." He handed me a joint. I hadn't done this before but I figured, 'when in Rome, do as the Romans do,' and I did. Since I smoked cigarettes, it was easy to inhale the smoke, but when I blew it out, everybody laughed. Obviously, I was a virgin. Everyone knew you hold the smoke in—don't you know what this stuff costs? 

"Take a big toke." I did and held it in, just like they said; I immediately was racked by cough, starting in my bowels and ending up blowing out my sinuses. Everyone laughed and said, that's a good one. You're sure to get high now.

Someone put on Pearl with Janis Joplin and with the first chord of the electric guitar my head was in outer space. The joint stopped at me again and again as I lay on my back, head on the same pillow Megan sat upon patting my head. I sang 'la de da la de da, la de da la de da, oh oh oh, oh my Bobby Magee. Oh no no no no no, no no no . . . well, that's the way it goes. Then when she belted out 'get it why ill you can, yan, ,yan . . . In this world . . ." 

I said, "yes! Yes! Get it while you can." 

Everybody was singing with me, enjoying themselves immensely, but in retrospect I am aware that they were mostly enjoying my chemical de-flowering, but there was no malice in it. In fact, of everything that happened in that scene, there was never any malice in it. That's why I hate it when people trash it and make it seem as silly as it was. But history needs comedy as well as tragedy.

I don't remember how Megan came to be with me down on the floor or how our clothes melted away or how there always seemed to be extra fingers, extra hands, extra breasts, extra cocks and extra legs and feet mixed up in what for me was basically a dance between Megan and me. 

When I was spent I asked about it and learned that since they had already had sex several times today, they only wanted to help us. We were fine with that it turns out. 

I was soon in the press of getting registered for courses in graduate school. I was going to enter pre-law and see if I was up to it. I was determined to be. Be up to it. Just as classes were beginning, Megan took a bus ride to Berkeley for a protest and never came home although she did phone to tell us she was all right and her folks were going to forward her stuff.



The Old House



Now, Lucy smiled up at her brother as she lifted her body from the bath tub. She'd kept him waiting long enough, she reckoned, and in any case, she was simply aching to wrap her mouth around again around Jem's divine rod.

Outside in the garden, Mark and Carrie's sex show for the entertainment of their father was still in full flow, the intermingled screaming and grunting floating up from ground level and in through the open bathroom window.

"You horny old sod," she said affectionately, varying slightly the phrase she had used a few moments earlier and reaching out for a towel to dry herself down, turning her head to the window as the unmistakeable sounds of her son fucking her daughter drifted up to them.

"Fuck, dad, I'm gonna cum!" Jem and Lucy heard Mark shout and they both hurried over to the window, Lucy and Jem putting on hold the blowjob as they peered out just in time to see the youngest man in the family pull out of Carrie's cunt and shoot a nice big wad of thick creamy cum over his sister's butt cheeks. 

"Oooh, yes, bruv!" Carrie cried as Mark discharged the precious fluid, one long jet after another spewing out through his piss hole and Cam cheered loudly as he watched with pride his horny son piling layer upon layer of spunk onto Carrie's arse, almost foaming at the mouth as he watched his daughter's soft feminine bum cheeks taking the lot. 

Mark was never one to disappoint, he was able to always produce vast quantities of his sex cream, loads that would make even the greatest of male stars in the porn business want to throw up their hands in jealousy before retiring from the industry to take up something much duller to earn their keep, like accountancy or loft insulation, for instance.

"Fucking hell, son," Cam said, tugging harder on his cock as Mark's legs buckled and his body shook as he milked his orgasm, the jets of sperm erupting like a mini-volcano, "where d'you get it all from? It's only a few hours since you gave your mum a similar load."

"Thanks, dad," said Mark, wiping his brow with the flat of his hand and feeling immensely pleased with himself as he basked in his father's praise, his ego soaring to spectacular heights as it always did after he'd shot another of his grand loads, "I'm sure I can make up plenty more before we go to bed tonight."

"Well done, lad," Jem cried through the window, just as proud of his nephew as Cam and Lucy were of their son, "give that bitch sister of yours all you've got."

Lucy smiled at her horny thirty-six years old son and, as always, felt an overwhelming sense of maternal pride. For sure, he was one-hell-of-a fucking sexy man, good-looking too. Nobody would guess that Mark was on the threshold of middle-age, his body honed by regular jogging - every year for the past nine he'd gone south to take part in the London Marathon - and plenty of exercise. His sturdy legs rippled with masculinity, like tree-trunks as they rose from his feet to his tremendously sexy and very round muscular buttocks, firm and unsagging whi;e the top half of his body with not an ounce of fat on it was slim as it had been when Mark was twenty years old, sixteen years ago. 

Yes, Lucy never stopped musing to herself, any mother would be proud to call Mark her son, the difference in her case being that she was proud of him in many ways that other mothers of sons probably were not. After all, how many ladies got to see their adult male offspring naked and erect and get to enjoy hot consensual sex with them?

4.

Lucy smiled again, her mouth watering as she watched her drop-dead-gorgeous naked hunk of a son in the throes of orgasm as he dumped his load on her daughter's bum and looking forward to the moment she too would be on the receiving end of another helping of Mark's delicious sex juice. 

Mark had fucked his doting mother the night before while Cam had simultaneously fucked his adored daughter during another of their regular family foursomes where they had once again demonstrated their intense love for each other. Lucy's cunt and arse still felt pleasurably sore from the heavy poundings her son had lovingly treated her to as, she felt sure, Carrie's cunt must also be feeling after the mauling it had taken from Cam's incestuous cock.

Mark almost lost his balance as he continued to gush forth a torrent of white hot incestuous sperm, his body wracked with excitement and pleasure, and Carrie smiled happily as the jets tumbled like a waterfall from her brother's prick to disfigure her bum cheeks and seep into the long narrow vale of her arse crack. Mark and Carrie's excitement was aided and abetted by the fact their parents and uncle were watching while, alongside the siblings, Cam screwed up his eyes as the joys of yet another orgasm coursed its way along the shaft of his old cock. 

While his son's spunk was still running in thick long rivulets over his daughter's arse, Cam threw back his head and gasped as a fountain-like splodge of his own hot cum soared upwards almost a foot into the air and then, as if changing its mind, doing a quick about-turn and running back down over his hand before matting his old grey pubes as the supply came to its latest temporary end. 

"Wow, dad!" said Mark, still getting his breath back after his colossal orgasm, his cock now semi-erect in his hand with his foreskin now enclosed across the purple knobhead, "I ain't the only one who can shoot gallons. That looked a real good 'un."

"Bloody well was, me old mate," Cam replied, smiling at his horny naked son with friendly affection as they both came back down to earth from the dazzlingly satisfying heights of their respective orgasms, "thanks to that hot show you and Carrie have just put on." 

"Oooh!" cried Carrie, before Mark could reply, fingering her pussy as she watched her father orgasming and giving herself a treat too, shuddering as the happy feelings overwhelmed her again while Mark stood back with his sated cock in his hand, his drained ping-pong sized balls nestling in their dark pubes, the hair of which was an exact match to the hair on his head. Unlike his father and uncle, Mark wouldn't need to worry about using hair dye for several more years to come. Or so he hoped. 

From their vantage point at the bathroom window, Jem and Lucy clapped and cheered like an enthusiastic audience at the first night of a new theatrical show, Lucy grateful again that the ramshackle home she shared with her husband, son and daughter in the middle of nowhere north of the border stood isolated to the wind, many miles from the nearest neighbours. 

Jem and Lucy continued to watch fascinated, like ramblers confronted by a snake, as Mark and Carrie knelt down and began to lick Cam's spunk into their mouths. Carrie slurped her tongue around her father's heavy sweaty balls while Cam pulled his son to him and kissed him on the lips.

Mark responded eagerly to the incestuous gay snog while Carrie continued to lap up her father's spunk that had wreathed its way around his balls. Mark and Cam broke the kiss after two or three minutes and then Mark opened his mouth and began to suck on his father's now semi-erect membrane, licking the paternal cream until he had thoroughly washed Cam's prick with a tongue every bit as enthusiastic as his cock.

Lucy and Jem continued to applaud loudly, and Mark released his mouth's grip on Cam's cock and looked up and smiled at his mother and uncle, again giving a thumbs up sign.

"That was lovely sweetheart," Lucy called down to her son, "I hope you can give me as much as you gave Carrie."

"Yeah, me too," murmured Cam, who loved taking it up the arse from his son.

"Have no fear, mum and dad," Mark replied, "your wish is my command. Won't take me long to get going again."

"Never does," giggled Carrie.

"Looking forward to you giving me a good seeing to, sweetheart," Lucy called down to Mark. "You too, Jem," she said, turning back to her brother.

"It'll be my pleasure, mum," Mark replied, calling upwards. I'll even fuck you too, uncle Jem, if you ask me nicely, that is."

Everyone laughed happily, a loving family fully content within itself ...

5.

"Well," said Jem as he and Lucy stuck their heads back through the bathroom window and shifted their naked bodies into the room, "that was quite a show. And if one brother and sister can do it, so can another."

"Anyone'd think we'd never done it together before," said Lucy, dropping to her knees, "and I can't wait to see my son fuck his dad - and that tight arse of yours, too."

"I'd like to get my cock up Mark's arse, an' all," said Jem, leering again rather than grinning at Lucy. "That hole of his is out of this fucking world and he takes cock just as confidently as yours and Carrie's pussies do."

"He's ace," replied Lucy, pleased as always to hear her brother complimenting her son on his undoubted sexual prowess. "And I'm sure Mark won't mind you fucking him again," she went on, "he and his dad fucked each other last night after they'd seen to me."

"Wish I'd been there," replied Jem, "I bet it was brilliant. Did you use that dildo of yours on Mark, too?"

"I most certainly did," Lucy said, "like you said, my boy has a very accommodating arsehole."

"Hardly a boy," murmured Jem. "He's well on his way to forty."

"All sons are still boys to their mothers, whatever age they are," said Lucy, "you of all people should know that."

"Yeah," said Jem, "mum never stopped calling me her little boy."

"You ain't what I would call little," giggled Lucy, giving Jem's cock a gentle squeeze.

That brought Jem out of his reverie, musing on the past, bringing himself back to the here and now and ready to get down and dirty with Lucy.

"Now, my darling sister," he said in strident tones which he always employed when he wanted to get his own way, "never mind about me asking Mark nicely, why don't you bend over and I'll give you one now while the others are relaxing."

"You can fuck me later," said Lucy, teasingly, "after all, the longer I keep you waiting, the better it will be."

"You're a hard woman, Luce," said Jem.

"And you're a hard man," Lucy replied, wrapping her hand more firmly around the shaft of her brother's cock which seemed always to be in a perennial state of arousal, "it's been a fortnight since you last visited and I need a good suck first, I was starting to have withdrawal symptoms. And don't call me Luce."

"Can't have that, sis," said Jem, ignoring the admonishment, "you having withdrawal symptoms. If you ain't gonna let me fuck you yet, you better get your mouth around it. Now!"

Jem peeled back his foreskin again as far as it would go, the pink head and the shaft were wreathed in a sweaty mass of pre-cum. Her brother placed his hands on Lucy's head and drew her in towards him.

"Suck it hard, you old slut," he said, "let's do this in memory of mum and dad."

"Oh, I'll show you again just what an old slut I am, Jem Miller," Lucy replied who, as always, took such remarks in her stride, treating them as compliments, "just in case you've forgotten, you old fart."

"Shut up and get on with it," replied Jem, giggling again and happy to go along with the friendly banter that they had always participated in.

Lucy ran her hands down her brother's legs and then back up again before snaking them round to grasp his old but still firmly proportioned bottom. As with her husband and son, Lucy was pleased and proud that Jem had looked after himself over the years, had kept his figure and, if truth be told, had grown even better-looking as the years had flown. Sometimes, in the right light, her brother often reminded her of the late American film star Tyrone Power who had started to age well before his untimely and sudden death at only forty-five, way back in 1958, long before Jem and his sister had been old enough to go to the cinema on their own, Lucy having become besotted with the dead actor through frequent showings of his old films on t.v.

Now, Lucy opened her mouth and sent out her tongue, kissing the engorged knobhead that was being proudly displayed to her through Jem's easily retracted foreskin. The big pink head seemed to bulge bigger in her hand, still as juicy and exciting to look at as it had been forty years earlier when they'd first started out on their naughty lifestyle with their dear departed parents. Jem took after their father in the cock stakes and Lucy never stopped thanking her lucky stars that she still enjoyed sex with her brother, just as much as she did with her husband and son. 

Images of Cam and Mark's big pricks appeared in Lucy's mind's eye as she opened her mouth and swallowed Jem in one long gulp, increasing her hold on Jem's bare buttocks with her hands and digging her talon-like fingers into the flesh of the two globe-like mounds. Jem's bum had a nice fleshy feel to it in her hands while his stiff pole felt, as it always did, fantastic inside her mouth, the head making her gag as it nudged her throat and she ran her tongue over the thick veins that lined the shaft, keeping one hand cupped to Jem's arse while moving the other to fondle his balls as she kept up the pressure.

"Yeah, sis," said Jem, "this is the best blowjob I've had in ages. You always were fucking good at it, every bit as good as mum was, bless her old heart."

Lucy smiled her thanks upwards as she continued to go to town, pleased to hear that she had lost none of the skills learned and honed to perfection through many a year of hardcore taboo sex. Jem placed his hands on Lucy's head and ran his hands through her soft greying hair, still damp after her recent bath ... 

6. 

Jem had his back to the door and Lucy was sucking like mad with her eyes shut so that neither of them heard the other members of the family troop in from outside and climb the stairs. Cam stood between his son and daughter as the three of them feasted their eyes on Jem's naked arse before advancing into the bathroom.

Jem smiled as his brother, nephew and niece made their presence known, Mark and Cam moving into position either side of him while Carrie dropped to her knees next to her mother. Lucy opened her eyes and let her brother's cock fall from her mouth, delighted that the rest of the family had congregated together and admiring the three hard pricks that were now being unashamedly displayed to her right in front of her face.

"Well," Lucy said to her husband and son, "didn't take you two long to get hard again, did it?"

"This is what we live for, mum," Mark said, retracting his foreskin and pointing his knob in his mother's direction, "ain't that right, dad?"

Cam nodded sagely at his son as Carrie opened her mouth and took him inside, sucking so hard her facial cheeks puffed out. Lucy smiled up at her son and took him into her mouth, sucking as hard as she had Jem. If anything, Mark was bigger in the downstairs department than Lucy's brother but this presented no problems to the younger man's mother, Lucy was a real pro and, as Cam had once said so endearingly of his wife, she had a mouth that was big and wide enough to take a telegraph pole.

Jem was left on the sidelines for a few momemts with nothing to do but he was happy to watch his horny and happily perverted family sucking around him as he resumed tugging gently on his cock. The ladies were making hot little gagging sounds as they hungrily devoured their menfolk's pricks, Carrie going to town on her father while Lucy made hot sensuous love to her son's cock with that magnificent maternal mouth of hers.

"Oh yeah, mum," Mark sighed with pleasure, placing his hands on Lucy's head and drawing her in closer, "you are an ace cocksucker. Suck it like you've never sucked it before."

"Yeah, go on honey," said Cam, looking up from the equally divine blowjob his daughter was giving him to watch his son's beautiful aroused prick becoming embedded ever deeper in his wife's mouth, Mark's balls slapping backwards and forwards in quick succession across Lucy's chin. "Suck it hard."

"Mmm!" responded Lucy as she acceded to her son's request, Mark pumping in and out of his mother's mouth, every now and then the head hitting the back of her throat, only to be followed by another withdrawal to allow Lucy to lick along the shaft, covering the thick lines of veins with little kisses before lowering her mouth to slurp her tongue across Mark's balls.

Next to Lucy and Mark, Cam pulled his cock out of Carrie's mouth and ran it over his daughter's face, smearing her nose and cheeks with another supply of pre-cum. It was less than an hour since Mark and Cam had both shot their first loads of the day but they were now fully recovered and fully on heat again.

Jem carried on wanking with one hand and reached out the other to again fondle Mark's arse. Mark turned his head and puckered his lips and Jem leaned in and kissed his nephew, planting a hard smacker on Mark's mouth while Carrie went back to sucking Cam's cock and Lucy stood up, grinning at her brother and son.

"That cock of yours seems to get bigger every time I suck it, sweetheart," she said to Mark as he and Jem broke their torrid kiss and Lucy took them by the hand and lead them back to the bedroom. "Let's go somewhere more comfortable."

Cam and Carrie were too involved in a hot father-and-daughter blowjob to follow them immediately but there was no hurry, they'd come along when they were ready. 

Mark preceded his mother and uncle into his parents' bedroom and Jem smiled as he noticed his sister licking her lips as she closely ogled her son's tight bare bum, the cheeks either side of Mark's long narrow cleft swaying along in front of her. There was no doubt about it, Jem mused to himself, his nephew certainly had a spectacular-looking bottom, he was in full agreement with Lucy who never stopped pointing out the fact and one more reason in a long list of them why Mark's parents were so proud of him. 

Mark, for his part, was fully aware of Lucy's eyes digging into him as she admired his rear, not just his arse but his legs and his broad back and shoulders and didn't even have to look over his shoulder to get confirmation of the fact. It pleased him that his body, rapidly approaching the forty year barrier when Mark would slip gracefully into middle-age but still as lithe and supple as it had always been, thanks to all the rugby and football matches Mark had played in with his parents cheering him on, still had the power to attract the woman who had given him life and whom he loved nnd cherished above everything else.

"My pussy really needs a good lick," Lucy said to Mark and Jem when they got back to the main bedroom of the old house, "who wants to go first?"

Mark smiled at Jem and beckoned to him with a nod of his head. He was, as always, looking forward to licking and fucking his mother's pussy again, even though it was less than twelve hours since he had last been priveleged to be allowed to do so, but there was plenty of time and he could see that Jem was dying to get stuck in. Jem's face was bright red and it wasn't just from too much sun.

"You go first, uncle Jem," Mark said, "I had a good time with mum last night and you haven't visited for a couple of weeks."

"Thanks, Mark," Jem said, giving his nephew's arse another little pat, determined to give it some greater attention later, before kneeling down in front of his sister who was now flat on her back on the bed, her legs spread wide in anticipation of some hot brotherly cunt-licking.

"This looks like it is going to be a real fun afternoon," said Mark, inordinately proud of his still beautiful mother, despite the advancing years, and standing back and resuming masturbating and smiling at his mother as Jem nudged his nose up against Lucy's pussy.

"Sure is sweetheart," Lucy replied, smiling back at Mark and enjoying watching her son wanking his stiff pole, knowing that before long the thick shaft of his beautiful appendage that she and Cam had created between them would be deep inside her as they once again made love to each other and for which neither of them tired, "and we've got all afternoon and evening to enjoy ourselves. Why don't you come and lick me, too?"




The Old House



Lucy loved having her cunt licked, to feel the menfolk of her family proddle her with their hot tongues as much as she did gettihg fucked by their big pricks. Her son's tongue. especially, was just as powerful a weapon as his cock and Lucy spread her legs wider, until she almost did the splits, as Mark knelt down next to his uncle, his eyes surveying - as if doing so for the very first time - the wondrous depths that had been his entrance to the world ... 

7.

Lucy grabbed hold of her brother's head and pulled him in deeper, then she immediately began writhing and squirming about on the bed as Jem opened his mouth and began to run his tongue along her recently washed gash. Jem was in paradise, he absolutely adored licking his sister's cunt.

Cam and Carrie came into the room as Lucy's grunts grew louder with every flick of Jem's tongue. Cam hurried across to stand as close to his wife as he could to get the best possible view as Jem handed her cunt over to Mark and Cam almost dissolved with fatherly pride as he watched his son's tongue begin its hungry journey up and down the long slit of his wife's hot chamber of love. 

Mark began to run rings round his mother's aroused clit, simultaneously breathing in the pungent aroma of her escaping juices, as Carrie again dropped to her knees and Jem stood up next to Cam, Cam's daughter now happier than ever with two big succulent cocks to feast on.

"Oh yes, sweetheart," Lucy said, "you nearly brought me off then with that hot tongue of yours. But I need a good fucking and as you gave me such a good time last night, I think your uncle ought to have a turn now. After all, he's been trying to get inside me all afternoon, the horny sod."

Lucy grinned affectionately as her brother as her son withdrew his tongue from her cunt and stood up, moving over to stand next to his father to have his cock sucked by his sister. Jem lay down on the bed and Lucy immediately straddle him, holding his cock in an upright position as Cam stood back and masturbated as he watched Mark getting sucked by Carrie.

"Fuck me, bruv," said Lucy, "I really need to feel that nice hard cock of yours in my pussy."

With that, Lucy slid down and impaled herself on Jem's fat rod, her pussy gobbling it up inch by inch until it was firmly embedded deep inside, snug as a bug in a rug. At long last, Jem was getting what he had come there for and he was determined to make the most of it as it would probably be another fortnight or so before he could visit again. 

Lucy leaned forward and placed her hands on Jem's chest for support and then began posting up and down as her brother started to fuck her with the same aggressive passion he had displayed many times in the past and proving yet again that he had lost none of his skills with the passing of the years.

"Ow!" screamed Lucy as Jem's cock drilled his sister's cunt, tearing it asunder, and she looked over her shoulder at Cam and Mark to make sure they were watching. "This is fantastic, Jem, I'm such a lucky woman to have so many people who love me!"

"Looks great, mum," said Mark as Carrie continued administering her brother another of her hot sisterly blowjobs and Cam knelt down next to his daughter to wait for his turn to suck his son's cock. Carrie, not being the selfish type, let Mark's cock fall out of her mouth and handed it to Cam who swallowed it immediately, Mark in his element having been sucked by both his parents and his sister in the short space of just half an hour or so.

Cam continued to suck long and hard on his son's fat rod and Carrie, being surplas to her father's requirements for a moment or two, went in search of further excitement, climbing across Jem and lowering her bum onto her uncle's face as he continued to ram his rod into Lucy's by now sodden twat.

"Fuck dad, look at that," said Mark and Cam rescinded the younger man's cock from his mouth to watch his brother fucking his wife while simultaneously rimming his daughter.

"Lick that hole, uncle Jem," Carrie cried, "your tongue is so hot."

Carrie and Lucy brought their faces close to each other's and began a nice hard lesbian snog, reaching out their hands to fondle each other's tits while Jem writhed and squirmed beneath them. Mark and Cam moved over to stand by the bed, wanking their father and son cocks together side-by-side as the hardcore orgy gained momentum. It was just a shame that Angus and Jean, Jem and Lucy's parents, were no longer with them to also be a party to the family celebrating their bodies as only they knew how. Mark had loved fucking his grandmother just as he did his mother, father and sister and he missed the old lady dearly.

"What a fab orgy this is turning out to be," said Cam and, without another word, he climbed onto the bed next to his wife, daughter and brother, positioning himself on his hands and knees with his ancient arse sticking up in the air.

Mark didn't need to be told what his father wanted, he twerled his cock in his hand as he lined himself up behind Cam, smiling at his mother who was lost in a world of her own now and, unusual for her, hardly noticed what was about to take place beside her. 

Cam spread his cheeks with his hands, exposing his wrinkled arsehole for Mark to lick to get it well lubricated. Three minutes later and Cam's tight hole was ready for the penetration and he gasped with pride and happiness as his horny son slid his fat pole torpedo-like into his anus, gently at first as it passed through the pain barrier and then upping the pressure once fully in as Mark went to town, tearing his father's arsehole to shreds as he had done his mother's cunt the night before and his sister's pussy a short while ago.

"Fuck me, son," Cam said, pushing his arse back until Mark was buried in all the way up to his balls while Carrie moaned as Jem's tongue slithered its way across her arse.

Jem's balls were practically at boiling point as he continued to fuck Lucy while Carrie lifted her arse from where she had been sitting on his face and expertly spun herself around, pressing her cunt up against Jem's mouth. Lucy continued posting up and down on Jem's cock as the mass of sweaty naked incestuous bodies writhed and joined together as one in a harder-than-hardcore orgy of lust and love. Seconds later, Jem groaned as he rose up to dump his incestuous seed deep in his sister's pussy.

"Aaagh!" Lucy screamed as she felt the warm brotherly jets start to flood their way inside her "yes, yes, yes!"

Jem continued to eat his niece's cunt as wave upon wave of his orgasm ran through him like an electric shock, the bed rocking and creeking on its ancient springs from the combined weight of five sex-besotted people going at it like bulls-at-a-gate. As Jem pulled his cock from Lucy's pussy with a resounding plop, he gagged as Carrie came again, depositing her pussy juice over her uncle's face.

Jem opened his mouth in time to swallow as much of Carrie's outpourings as he could while beside him on the bed, Cam grunted with pleasure, happy that the thick rod treating his arse to a first class fucking was that of his own horny son. Lucy was giving herself a string of orgasms as she watched her son fucking her husband. She could tell from the look on Mark's face that he was getting close and about to unleash several more rivers of his hot tasty sperm, this time for the benefit of his father.

"Oh yeah, dad, I'm nearly there!" cried Mark, confirming Lucy's thoughts as he pulled his cock from the cosy receptacle of Cam's arse, "where d'you want it?"

"Over my face and tits, son," replied Cam without a moment's hesitation which was how he liked it, "shoot it all over me."

With a remarkable agility that belied his three score years and ten, Cam jumped off the bed and scrambled to his knees in front of Mark. His arsehole felt pleasurably and delectably sore from the heavy punding it had taken from his son's magnificent hard prick and now he was looking forward to more pleasure as Mark prepared to once again prove his love for him with a nice load from the depths of his balls.

Mark closed his eyes tightly as he prepared to deliver another gigantic explosion and, less than a tenth of a second later, his legs almost gave way as he blasted his father in the face with the first of another round of incestuous spunk, only an hour or so after he'd last blown a load over his sister.

"Mmmm!" cried Cam, as his son's thick rich cum dumped itself over his forehead, nose and chin, running into his eyes while Cam opened his mouth to swallow what he could. He was still lapping up the delicious cream as Mark kept on cumming, again putting professional porn actors to shame, aiming lower and sending another and another long jet over his father's tits and chest. By the time he was finished, Cam was completely smothered in sperm from his head to his navel and he grinned through the goo as he savoured yet again his son's undoubted love for him.

"Oh boy," Lucy said, dignifying her son with pride in his lavish outpourings as she watched her offspring's continuing ejaculation, "you really gave your dad a big load," she added, her eyes feasting on the vast quantity and quality of the freshly produced spunk that was now temporarily disfiguring Cam, the wads already starting to congeal.

Mark, too, was feeling immensely proud of himself as he always did when he reached the zenith of his sexual achievements, climaxing and satisfying both himself and his family into the bargain. Having served up his mother a nice big helping in her pussy the night before - and ready to give her more later that night - and his sister the same on her bum earlier in the dsy, Mark was as pleased as punch to have made his father even more proud of him than Cam already was with his latest offerings over the old man's face and chest.

"Phew!" he said, standing back with his cock in his hand, his balls dangling sweatily in his pubes and now, for the time being, drained of all their contents, "this has been our best party in a long time."

"Fucking well has, sweetheart," agreed Lucy, giving Mark's bum a little feel, squeezing his cheeks in her hands, to show him how proud she was and pleased that her son had so enjoyed himself.

"Yeah," said Carrie, rolling onto her side on the bed next to Lucy and folding herself into her mother's arms to bask in the afterglow, "especially with uncle Jem joining us."

"Thanks, pet," Jem said, smiling gratefully at his niece, "fucking good job I made it over here today, you were all on top form."

"Now it's my turn," said Cam, who had been busy wanking his cock through his legs during and after the fucking he had had from Mark. He resumed masturbating and Mark was just in time as he dropped to his knees in front of the father he adored to receive his hot paternal spunk as Cam prepared to let fly.

"One good turn deserves another, dad," Mark grinned, "give me as much as I gave you."

Displaying all the enthusiasm and aplomb of a man more than half his age and with his face and chest still smothered in Mark's cum, Cam let out a blissful moan of pleasure as he tossed himself off and which shook the walls of the old house and passed through the open windows to echo around the garden and where the afternoon sun was slowly starting to fade in a vivid Scottish sunset of orange and gold.

"Here it comes, son," Cam said and as Mark lifted his head, his father gave one final tug and, like a red rag to a bull, sent his paternal spunk spurting out to cover Mark's face, the first jet hitting Mark's nose and the second his mouth. 

As if following in his father's footsteps, Mark licked his lips as he swallowed as much as he could and what he couldn't dripped down his chin. Still the jets kept cumming from Cam and by the time he was finished, Mark's chest was a seething mass of thick creamy wads just as his father's was and he smiled up at his dad to give him his thanks while the rest of the family clapped and cheered Cam for his outstanding cumshot and his eternal stamina.

"This has been so fucking hot," said Jem, drowsily from where he was still relaxing on the bed. "I do know how to pick the right day to visit."

"That crystal ball of yours must have been working overtime, uncle Jem," said Carrie and everyone laughed.

"If only pop and gran could have been here," said Mark, voicing everyone's thoughts.

"I'm sure they're watching us from whereever they are, sweetheart," said Lucy, giving Mark a kiss on the side of his face as images of Angus and Jean, her and Jem's late parents, came into her mind's eye, naked of course as memories of the family orgies of old came back to her.

"Yeah," said Jem, "let's dedicate this gangbang to their memory."

"Good idea," everyone agreed. "To Angus and Jean," they all chorused and, in the absence of drinks and therefore glasses, they simply raised their arms in tribute to the two members of the family sex club who were sadly no longer with them and very much missed but never - not in a million years - would they ever be forgotten.

Lucy and Carrie exchanged glances as they scrambled to their feet and moved in close to Mark and Cam, declining their heads to wash the men's faces and tits with their slimy incestuous tongues. Carrie swiped hers around Mark's chest and face, taking her father's spunk into her mouth while Lucy luxuriated in the taste of her son's spunk as she similarly licked her husband, the two ladies making little gagging sounds as they washed their menfolk clean ... 

8.

After that, the five members of the family sex club went back outside to rest up for awhile, relaxing on the verandah as the evening shadows lengthened and the day ebbed slowly away. The fun time they'd enjoyed that afternoon, great as it had been, was in fact a mere prelude to the evening's activities which would soon be in full swing since everyone knew it wouldn't be long before they got going again and, furthermore, would match the events of the afternoon every step of the way.

Nobody bothered to get dressed since even when not engaged in activity of the carnal kind, it was still fun to be naked together and they lounged around in the growing darkness, sipping beers and soft drinks and talking about what families like theirs talked about all the time, namely sex and incest and the thrills, excitement and enjoyment of it all that enlightened people like them derived from keeping it in the family, especially a family as happy and loving of each other as the MacDonalds and the one remaining Miller.

As it had done many times before, the old house had once again been privy to the thrills of a hot horny and happily perverted family doing what it did best, regardless of convention, sucking, fucking and rimming for all they were worth and now, as they relaxed, they were only too happy in the knowledge there would be plenty more hardcore taboo action of the incestuous kind and lots more helpings of spunk and pussy juice to come before the day was over ...