****** The Jackson Family by Duff ******
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The Jackson Family


Part I

The day started calm and very cool, but brilliantly sunny. Mary Jackson packed
some luncheon for her son Tommy and checked the weather report again. Cold with
a slight possibility of snow.

She threw on her warmest half-length fur coat over a fleecy T-shirt and plaid
skirt, thought about wearing a bra and decided against it. She checked herself
in the mirror, and liked what she saw. Mrs Jackson was not a vain woman at all,
but appreciated in a kind of dispassionate way her neatly packaged body, her
flat stomach and full breasts straining at the T-shirt. At 5'6" she often
wished to be taller and leggy like her sister, but it wasn't something she
dwelt on. She gave her soft auburn hair a flick and wondered if the red
lipstick wasn't just a little too much. It wasn't.

She smiled and hoped there would be some muscular sporty types at the game she
could flirt with. She both enjoyed and hated flaunting herself with strangers.
Enjoyed the sexual rush she felt when they caressed her breasts with their
eyes, and the stammering efforts to impress, but hated the tension she caused
for herself. She could never be unfaithful to Gregory, who had given her two
lovely children and provided her with a Cherokee runabout and a huge rambling
house that she loved. If only he was home more often, instead of wandering
around the country on obscure and complicated business ventures.

"Come on Mom! We'll be late"

Tommy's yell woke her from her reverie, she grabbed the keys from the dresser
and trotted out to the car.

"Here I am darling. We have plenty of time." She smiled her dazzling best which
as always made Tommy melt.

At fifteen, Tommy was a stunningly handsome young man. He was, like his father,
fair-haired with bright, sparkling blue eyes. And like his father he was going
to be tall and muscular. Already he turned the heads of girls and women alike.

"Tommy, you're going to freeze! Where's your coat and beanie for heaven's
sake?"

Tommy was already sitting in the front seat, rubbing his hands and legs
vigorously. The air in the car was cold enough to numb his skin. He had
stripped down to shorts and his light soccer shirt with "Eagles" neatly written
across the front, and No.10 in large white print on his back. Little protection
against the penetrating chill.

Mary looked at the sky. The sun had disappeared behind low heavy cloud, and a
stiff breeze was swirling around the trees, paper scuttled along the empty
streets.

"I'll be fine. As soon as I get there I'll be on the ground running Mom,"
explained Tommy. "Just turn on the heater."

"Oh Tommy you know the damned thing has been broken for a week, it's freezing
in here. Run inside and get some clothes."

"Mom! Go, go, go! We're late," he said urgently, making a whip-cracking sound
with his tongue, "Giddyup, go, go!"

Mary smiled, shook her head, started the engine reluctantly and pulled out onto
the street for a raw day of watching the indomitable Eagles thrash the speedy
but fragile Panthers. @-------- @-------- @

"This is ridiculous," bellowed old Mr Cheshire, "call the bloody game off!"

A number of parents rumbled their agreement and glared at the dispirited
officials. What had started as a bright cold day had turned foul. A strong
north wind had come groaning over the mountains causing the temperature to
plummet to near freezing and swamping the players and the spectators alike with
large, wet snowflakes. The boys played on manfully and refused to leave the icy
field. With florid language and exaggerated gestures they would finish the
game, they said. But the mothers could only see their pain and the child-like
pleading in their eyes. Fathers looked sombre, torn between embarrassing their
sons and protecting them from the fierce wind and the soaking snow.

Mr Cheshire, a respected bank manager not given to emotional outbursts
flourished his umbrella threateningly and boomed, "You'll kill those lads, you
fools! Bring them in now! It's only a game, damn you!"

Mary could barely see Tommy in the gloom and the flurries of snow. The boys
were playing in slow-motion. Some had stopped almost in mid-stride, hugging
themselves and shivering uncontrollably. She had a feeling of dread. Her own
warm shirt and fur coat was useless keeping out the bone-numbing cold, what on
earth could the boys be feeling? Tears of frustration trickled down her cheek
and froze on her white skin.

Suddenly a woman screamed. "Jimmy! My Jimmy!" On the field one of the smaller
boys had collapsed to his knees, head bowed as if in prayer. He was quite
still. At once the men ran onto the ground towards him. It was a signal for the
other parents. Within seconds, there were barely distinguishable shapes hurling
themselves desperately onto the arena searching for their children. With them
was Mary Jackson, her coat flapping behind her, eyes wild with fear. Everywhere
fathers and mothers were wrapping their lads in coats and sweaters and towels.

Tommy was standing alone and calm near the far end goal post. He was quite
still. "Tommy! Oh Tommy darling", cried Mrs Jackson, heaving off her coat and
throwing it around his shoulders.

"Mom? Mom, what're you...", Tommy's voice trailed away. His speech was slurred.
His face was ashen white, and he had a slight frown. The wind cut into Mary's
bare flesh. Tommy's hair was sodden, his lips were blue-gray. Suddenly the
strapping young man was a little boy again. "I think I'd like to go home now
Mommy," he said weakly.

Afterwards, Mary could not remember half-carrying, half-dragging the boy to the
car across the ice-covered field. Miraculously amidst the driving snowstorm
they found the vehicle almost immediately. She bundled Tommy into the passenger
seat and did her best to cover him in her coat. He tried to curl up underneath
it. She started the car, and remembered the heater. Cursing angrily, she
crashed the gears and threw the Cherokee recklessly past frightened and
bewildered family groups.

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Gently and firmly she took Tommy into the lounge, holding him tightly.
Thankfully the house was warmed by the central heating, but still Tommy looked
very pale, his eyes slightly glazed and his tongue flickered across dry lips.
Worryingly, he was not shivering. Mary rushed down the hallway to the bathroom
and began to draw a warm bath.

Somewhere in her panicked mind, she knew hot water would cause even more harm,
and from somewhere a piece of useless information popped into her brain. The
Germans in World War Two had shown the best way to reverse hypothermia was the
warmth of another body. Mary threw her arms around Tommy, hugging him tightly,
then realised her fleecy T-shirt was soaked and cold. She tore it off, her
heavy breasts swaying gently. Even in his benumbed state, Tommy's eyes widened.
His mother's breasts were magnificent. The cold had made her nipples bullet-
hard, and soft blue veins glowed just beneath her white skin. Almost
automatically, his hands reached for them, just as his mother clasped him again
to her warmth trapping his hands firmly around those wonderful globes.

Awkwardly, she guided her son to the bath, tested it with her elbow, just as
she had done countless times when he was baby and lowered him into the water.
Even at luke-warm temperature, the water burned Tommy's frozen body and he
screamed in pain and he thrashed around. Mary struggled with him, somehow
stripping him of socks, shirt and shorts and throwing them roughly aside.

Until now, her own half-nakedness, and now Tommy's, had barely registered with
her. Now she realised that for the first time in years she was seeing her son
naked. She was annoyed when she realised she was blushing. And dismayed when
she eased off his jocks and there was a distinct throb in the pit of her
stomach, and lower. She saw her darling boy completely nude.

His penis was half-engorged, and swayed sensuously in the warm water. Still
alarmed at keeping him warm, Mary swirled the tepid water onto his chest. She
leaned over and hugged him again, her swollen breasts crushed against his
chest. All the time her hands and fingers were massaging her boy, desperately
trying to bring blood to the surface again. Almost by accident -almost- her
hand swept between his legs.

Her heart stopped one beat. His cock was fully erect, standing rock-hard and
stiff against his stomach. Instinctively, her fingers curled around its shaft
and she gripped it.

Beneath her fingers she felt the blood harden his penis even further, and it
pulsated. Her husband's cock was huge, but never had she felt a cock so hard
before. Tommy sighed and moaned a little. As if another person had taken
control of her body, Mary held the back of Tommy's head with one hand to keep
him sliding into the water, her right hand tugged and squeezed and gripped his
long beautiful cock.

"Precious baby, you'll be fine darling. Mommy's here now. You'll be warm with
Mommy," she whispered. Tommy's eyes met hers, and she smiled. "There, there,
baby. It's okay now".

All the time her hand was gently, firmly around his cock. Without thinking, she
kissed his cold lips softly, lingering a little.

"Mommy will look after you sweetheart. Mommy's here," she murmured, her lips
still against his. "Everything's okay now. Everything's okay."

Tommy lifted his hands from the water and took both her full breasts. He tried
to speak, but only a rasping sound came from his throat. For a moment Mary was
shocked when she felt Tommy' hands on her breasts, felt his thumbs finger her
hard nipples, knowing this was not the gesture of a boy who was delirious. A
thrill went through her, tingling her spine, bringing goosebumps to her
breasts, hardening her nipples even further. She thought of pulling away, but
instead she leant closer, closer to his lips and deliberately pushed a nipple
into his mouth. Tommy closed his eyes and groaned softly, sucking gently on his
mother's breast.

"My poor baby. Yes baby darling. That's nice, my lovely boy," Mary choked. And
with her hand she pulled Tommy's head hard against her breast. "My suckling
baby. Suck Mommy's nipple. Everything's fine now. Everything's okay."

Tommy's hands started to squeeze her breasts roughly now. His cock pulsated
urgently. Without taking his eyes from hers, his hips started to convulse. With
a slight pop, his lips left her nipple, and he gasped, "Mom, I'm going to...
to... your hand on my....."

"I know, darling. I can feel it. I want you to cum for Mommy. It's okay," and
she beamed at him. Her hand flying on his cock, hard and urgently.

"Aaaargh! Mom! MOMMY! It's happening!" cried Tommy, his hips and legs and arms
flailing.

"Let it come darling, spurt your delicious cum on Mommy. You're a wonderful
sweet boy. Cum for Mommy."

Tommy's back arched convulsively, and his cock stretched hard in her hands,
then pulse after pulse shot wads of his cream into the air, onto Mary's back
and arms. Splashing the side of her breast. Droplets splattered her cheek. To
both of them it seemed like gallons of cum had erupted from his cock.

"OOOoh! Mommy! So good! aaaah!"

Mary leant over and mashed her lips against his. Her tongue swirling around
his, saliva spilled from their mouths, and Tommy's hand clutched his mother's
hair pulling her even closer to him as his convulsions slowed and stopped, and
gradually he relaxed and sank back into the water.

"There, darling, does my baby feel better now?

Part II

The next day was utterly calm. Twenty inches of snow covered the country,
deadening all sound. But there was a roar of turmoil in Mary Jackson's mind.
Everything had become dreamlike. The beautiful snow outside which had
transformed the ugly mud had also led to events which she could barely believe
had happened.

She remembered with nightmare clarity masturbating her darling Tommy, and the
cum burning into her flesh. She remembered drying him and tucking him into bed
and kissing him one last time.

More dreamlike was afterwards when she realised his drying cum was on her
breasts and face and arm, and how she had scooped it up and licked it hungrily,
and then stood in the middle of the hallway masturbating herself outside
Tommy's room, whimpering like an animal and having a shattering orgasm which
brought her to her knees.

What had gotten into her? My god, Mary, she upbraided herself, Tommy is your
son! And she thought again of his firm strong body and his bright liquid eyes
and his long hard cock, and again her knees went weak.

Mary heard Tommy moving about, and braced herself. Breakfast was ready. She
tried to calm herself, even hummed a little. Tommy came out of his room,
dressed in the pajamas she had dressed him in the night before. A flash of
memory: how she had reached into his fly and stroked his lengthening cock one
more time, and tongue-kissing him quickly before sending him off to sleep. Was
I drugged? she thought. Am I so sex-starved I have gone mad? She smiled
cheerfully at Tommy, only the slightest tremor in her voice.

"Good morning darling! Did you sleep well?"

"Yes Mom," Tommy said running his fingers through his tousled hair. His voice
was neutral, but he didn't look at his mother.

"Sit down Tommy, I have bacon and eggs for you on this cold and snowy morning."

Tommy sat down and stared fixedly at the tablecloth, suddenly finding an
interest in the checkered pattern. Mary quickly served his breakfast, wishing
she had fully dressed. But it was Sunday morning, and she always threw on her
flimsy gown over her nightie on Sundays. This morning wasn't a special morning,
was it? She leant over the table and gave Tommy his food. He lifted his head
and his eyes disappeared down Mary's deep cleavage. Flustered, she covered up.
Tommy ate his breakfast silently.

Mary watched him. He really was a beautiful boy with broad shoulders and strong
hands. Every now and then Tommy glanced up. Agonisingly for him, his mother's
gown had fallen open again, and he could easily see her heavy breasts swing
each time she moved.

When he had finished he handed his mother the empty plate.

"What? Am I your slave darling?" she chuckled, but her throat caught. Sex slave
you mean, said a voice somewhere in the recesses of her soul.

"You know you put away your own dirty dishes. House rules."

Tommy's face turned bright red. His hand disappeared beneath the table as he
stood up, holding his plate in one hand, clutching his pajama pants in a bunch
with the other. Mary handed him his empty milk glass. "And this." Without
thinking Tommy reached for the glass and as he did so his loosened his grip on
his pajamas. His long turgid cock sprang out in full view.

The world stopped as Mary stared at his penis swaying slightly. Blood drained
from Tommy's face and seemingly went straight to his cock, even as he stood
there, rooted to the floor, it swelled and grew hard and straight and waved
cheekily at Mary.

Mary was transfixed. The only thing that went through her head was how
beautiful it looked, how perfectly formed was her son's cock.

Tommy made a gurgling noise and put the dishes in the sink and stood there,
with his back to Mary, desperately trying to adjust himself. After a long
silence, Mary said, "I think we need to talk." She had no idea what she was
going to say. "Come into the lounge darling," and she padded out to the sofa.

Tommy came in, despair written all over his face. Mary's heart melted. The poor
boy is in agony, she realised. She patted the seat next to her, and Tommy sat
down, looking at the floor.

"About last night," Mary began gently. Tommy made the gurgling noise again. "It
was wonderful," she heard herself say.

Tommy froze. "Look at me darling," said Mary, taking his face in her hands. Her
gown fell open again. Tommy could smell her sweet perfume. "I thought you were
going to die Tommy. You were frozen and Mommy had to warm you up. Any way
possible. And I did that didn't I?" She gave him her friendliest and broadest
smile.

Tommy grinned and nodded.

"There, that's my boy. Mommy isn't going to eat you!" A lascivious thought
flittered across her mind. "You are well again, and everything is the same as
it always was, and I am a very, very happy Mommy. Are you happy, Tommy?"

"Yes Mom, I am."

"Good boy," and she smiled again. Then for no apparent reason, she pulled him
towards her and hugged him tightly. Tommy's face was crushed to her breasts,
and his arms went around his mother. Once again his cock flew out of his
pajamas.

"You ...umm...when you...", Tommy stammered," ...last night...when you...with
your hand..."

"I masturbated you, Tommy." Mary tried to sound clinical and in control. "Any
mother would have done the same."

There was pause while Tommy weighed this. "When you masturb... mastur...."

"Masturbated you."

"Yes. It was because I was so cold?"

"That's right darling"

"I understand," said Tommy and smiled.

"There, now. That's all cleared up."

"umm...Mom?"

"Yes dear?" "I liked it a lot," mumbled Tommy.

Mary couldn't help but giggle, "And I'll tell you a secret dear, so did Mommy"

And they both chuckled. Mary was so suddenly overwhelmed by a wave of love for
her son that she leant across and kissed him on the lips. Their kiss lingered a
little too long, their lips were a little too parted. There was a little too
much electricity.

"Well," Mary said somewhat breathlessly, "I have work to do. Off you go now."
She patted him on the knee, her wrist just brushing his softening cock.

She walked back to the kitchen, and poured herself a cup of coffee. She heard
Tommy moving in the lounge. Outwardly she seemed placid. A family crisis
solved. But her heart was strangely empty. Her body remembered too well his
kisses, and her nipples tingled, and her cunt throbbed as images of his
spurting cum intruded. Mary sighed, oh well, Greg will be home in a few days,
and Jenny will be back from college too. Soon the house will be full of
laughter and cleaning jobs and bickering, just like normal. But she sighed
again and she sipped her coffee.

It was then that she realised that Tommy had not gone to his room. He must
still be in the lounge. Frowning she left the table and looked into the room.
It was empty. She walked around the furniture thinking perhaps Tommy was lying
down or was hiding. "Tommy?" She glanced at the french windows, at the deep
snow outside. And there was Tommy, stark naked, standing in his father's over-
sized work boots in the middle of the garden. He was smiling at her, and as she
approached the doors and opened them. She could hear Tommy giggling.

"Tommy! What on earth are you doing? Get inside immediately. It's freezing out
here." She looked around, hoping none of the neighbors were watching. "What's
wrong with you?"

Tommy smiled, "I'm trying to get cold again," and laughed.

Mary squealed and laughed too, and ran outside in her night wear. She grabbed
him by the hand and pulled him back. Both were chuckling, near hysterically.
Twice they fell in the soft snow.

"Oooh! We're both cold now, Mommy!"

"You rascal," laughed Mary, "get inside immediately."

They fell through the doors, slamming them shut against the cold air pouring
in. Tommy ran to the sofa and flung himself down full-length on his back. His
pajamas lay crumpled on the table. Mary smiled broadly and sat down next to
him, looking lovingly at her naughty boy. She stroked his face tenderly. Her
hand rested on his chest, gently circling. Her fingers absent-mindedly played
with his cold-hard nipples.

"You really must be careful darling. You can catch pneumonia like that you
know."

Tommy lay back, watching her. His eyes roving over her bosom. Mary was not
brave enough to look down to see what his penis was doing. There was an awkward
silence.

"Mom?"

"Yes dear?"

"About last night. There's something I don't understand."

Mary swallowed.

"After you put me to bed last night...."

"Yes..."

"In the hallway...." Tommy sat up, his arms snaking around his mother's waist.
Brazenly, a hand slipped inside her gown and cupped his mother's breast. It
seemed so natural, and he did it so confidently Mary didn't think to object.

"The door swung open and I watched you...."

Mary looked at him numbly.

"Your fingers were massaging your ..... your....", his voice trailed away. Mary
couldn't respond. "Why did you do that?"

Mary smiled at him, and then seemed to realise for the first time that he was
caressing her nipple, so gently, so expertly. She meant to remove his hand, but
instead she just pressed it harder against her breast.

She cleared her throat, "Well, you know how excited you got in the bath?"

"Yes"

"Well Mommy got excited too."

"Because you were feeling me?"

"Yes."

Tommy gently took his mother's hand and put it on his cock. It was bone-hard
again. A little whimper escaped from Mary. Tommy closed her fingers around his
thick shaft.

"Oh Tommy, I...."

But she couldn't finish. Tommy kissed her full on the lips, very softly easing
her lips apart with his. She closed her eyes as she felt his tongue glide into
her mouth, and her cunt throbbed in unison with Tommy's pulsating cock. She
desperately tried to stay still, hoping the madness would pass. Her lips
betrayed her as they hungrily sucked on Tommy's tongue. He was now using it
like a cock, fucking her mouth. With each insistent thrust of his tongue,
Mary's hand slid on his fattening cock. Tommy began squeezing her breast again,
playing with her hardening nipples. "Mummmfent...", she mumbled into his mouth.
She was trying to say 'mustn't', but even as she said that Tommy's hand slid
between her thighs and his fingers probed her moistening cunt.

"Tommy, no!"

But her protests were unconvincing. Not only were her fingers tightening around
Tommy's cock, her thighs parted slightly to let his fingers delve.

The dream-like quality of last night had returned. Tommy pressed his face
against her breasts, trying to get at her nipples, pulling urgently at the
fabric, threatening to rip it.

Mary firmly and gently pushing his face away. There was a look of abject
disappointment on Tommy's face. Sighing, Mary stood up, and shucked off her
gown. Then paused, looking at Tommy, and clasped the hem of her nightie in her
hands, pulling it over her head.

His mother was standing completely naked in front of him.

He trembled and groaned. He had never seen anything so beautiful. Her full
breasts and hard pink nipples glowed. Her stomach curved into her lightly
trimmed cunt. A tiny part of Mary's brain cried 'madness' but her senses were
focused on the warm air of the lounge, and the slim body beneath her, and the
swaying cock, as hard as ever.

Tommy lunged clumsily at her, not knowing which delicious treasure to touch, to
feel, to lick, to kiss. Mary laughed gently. "Lay back darling let Mommy do
it." Tommy was trembling with excitement. His entire being was sexual
electricity. Mary kissed him passionately, her tongue deep in his mouth.
"Everything's just fine darling, you'll see," she said.

She slid down his chest and gently bit his nipples. Tommy sobbed. Further down
she slid, until she was poised over his quivering cock. She saw pre-cum ooze
from the slit and with the tip of her tongue dipped into it. Without taking her
eyes off Tommy's she opened her mouth and plunged, engulfing his cock. Her hand
cupped his balls, feeling the weight of them. Her middle finger teased his
sphincter, prodding it gently. Tommy was beside himself. Groans welled up from
deep within. He squirmed and tossed. Never had he known such pleasure. And the
pleasure doubled and tripled each time his mind registered that it was his own
mother sucking his cock.

One of Mary's hands disappeared between her legs and she rubbed her clitoris,
flicking and pinching it until she could feel her own orgasm approaching.
Deeper her mouth plunged until his long thick cock was thumping against the
back of her throat. She willed her gullet opened and took him even further,
trying not to gag, and her nose was hard-pressed on his wiry pubic hair. She
was deep-throating her own son, and she held him there while her finger pressed
Tommy's ass, pushing hard against his resistance until he relaxed and let her
in. Her finger eased itself deep within his bowels Another followed. Tommy's
ass was being fucked by his own mother.

He shook uncontrollably. Cum welled up from his balls. Mary fucked his ass
roughly, deeply, sucked hard on his cock, bit deeply into his hard rubbery
shaft. Tears streamed down Tommy's cheeks as he writhed helplessly on the sofa.
Their orgasms hit them almost simultaneously. From some reservoir within Tommy,
great spurts of cum erupted into Mary's mouth and throat. Her own orgasm hit
her hard and shattered her. She gagged on her son's cum which streamed and
gushed and filled her mouth and spilled from her lips and smeared her chin. Her
cunt spasmed and kicked and shuddered.

Tommy's cock dribbled his last into her mouth, it was creamed with his cum, and
her tongue sloshed it around and laved it and she sucked it down into her
belly. She was swallowing her own son's sperm. Tommy's cock stayed firm as she
eased it out of her mouth.

She sat on the floor, head sunk on her chest, breathing heavily, sucking in
air. Her finger was now buried in her cunt, teasing out little shocks of
orgasm. Tommy lay back, his chest heaving, sobs and gasps breaking the silence.
Mary was exhausted. She could barely move. She could not remember such a
powerful orgasm, and from a little boy. A fifteen-year-old boy; her son. Sweat
dribbled between her breasts and dripped onto her tight belly. Her fingers
trembled.

Vaguely she could feel Tommy pulling her up onto the sofa, and laying her down
gently. Somewhere in her befuddled head she was surprised how strong he was.
She closed her eyes and lay back in luxurious languor. Then she felt Tommy's
weight on her.

He had completely succumbed to sexual instincts. His mother was stretched out
on the sofa, face flushed, her magnificent breasts gleaming with sweat, her
legs were slightly apart so he could see her soft and welcoming slit still
reddened and swollen. Tommy's youthful cock pumped itself into full erection
again, so much so it slapped on his belly as he stood over her. Some kind of
primeval urgency took control of him and he lay down on her pneumatic softness.

His mother's legs were just far enough apart for his cock to nestle perfectly
along the deep groove of her cunt, its shaft rested directly on her hyper-
sensitive clitoris. Immediately the muscles of his back and ass started to
spasm. He rocked and heaved and thrust in a fucking motion against his mother.
Every part of him was focused on coming again. Mary immediately knew what was
happening. Her son was trying to fuck her.

"No! No, darling, you mustn't," she cried weakly, "Don't sweetheart, we've done
enough."

But his turgid cock was positioned just right, so beautifully along her cunt
groove. It felt so perfect, so natural.

"Tommy, please...", she hissed. Her arms curled around his back. She could feel
his powerful hard muscles bulging and heaving.

"Darling heart, I am your mother. We really must not be doing this."

And her mind was saying perhaps if we let him come again it will be okay.

Tommy buried his face into her neck, breathing in her perfume and her sweat,
and his hips humped on her pubic mound.

"Precious Tommy. Don't make Mommy cross with you. You have to get off now." But
his hands curled under her shoulders for a better grip as he heaved onto her.
"Tommy! Enough is enough, darling."

But her cunt started to buzz with the friction from Tommy's rigid cock. If she
opened her legs just a little more, it would feel so much better. Mary frowned
and tried to look angry, but she was looking over Tommy's shoulder, and he
couldn't see her face. Her legs opened just a little more.

"Tommy, stop at once darling. This has gone on far enough."

The head of Tommy's engorged member dipped into her cunt, once, twice, and
slipped out again.

"Aaaah! Tommy, no darling, I am your Mommy sweetheart, you mustn't fuck your
mommy".

Tommy was pistoning now, his breath rasping. The head disappeared into her wet,
eager cunt again.

"Okay darling, a little bit.... just a little bit into Mommy....no further or
it will be....incest.......sweetheart, and that's very, very bad."

She was starting to lose control again, her hips were beginning to meet Tommy's
thrusts. Oh if only he would cum, it would be all over. If only she would cum
said another part of her brain. Mary's legs were straight out and Tommy's cock
was trying to bury itself deep into her cunt. One inch, two inches. At that
angle it hurt a little bit. Ease the discomfort by lifting your knees said
something. She did. Her cunt became more accessible to Tommy's swollen rod. A
thrust, just so, and he was buried deep into her hot, wet cunt. Simultaneously
they both cried out.

"Oooh Mom!"

"Aaaargh! Oh Tommy, what have you done? What are you doing?"

"Oh Mommy, oh mommy, thankyou," said Tommy, and he pushed himself up on his
hands.

Their eyes locked while his hips kept thrusting deeper and harder into his
mother. Mary was meeting his thrusts now. Mary was fucking her son. Their eyes
explored each other's, seeking approval, seeking love, seeing animal lust.

"Uuh...uuh...unnnnah.....ah...", grunted Mary. "Oh Tommy, you're such a
naughty, nasty, precious little boy."

"Am I doing good, Mom?" pleaded Tommy. "Am I fucking right?" "Oh darling heart,
you are doing just fine. You're fucking Mommy just fine." Tears welled up in
her eyes, she didn't know why.

"Oh Mommy it feels so good."

"Yes, darling," smiled Mary proudly, and then heard herself say, "I want you to
cum inside Mommy dearest, fill me with your delicious cum."

As soon as she heard those words, a bolt struck her cunt. Each nerve exploded.
Her nails dug into Tommy's back and her back arched convulsively. She had asked
her own son to cum inside her. Incest! Every fibre was sensitive to his
thrusting cock.

"Aargh! Cum...cumming....Mommy's cumming on her son's big cock. Big thick
cock...in my cunt..." She ground her teeth and couldn't breath for a moment,
then a rush of air in her lungs. "Aaarhhhh!
....Oh....oh...no...no...no....incest...my son..." And still her hips buckled
and heaved under Tommy. She bit hard into his shoulder. "Can't
stop....cumming....can't stop..." Wave after wave of tremors shook her body.
Sweat poured from her.

"Mom! It's happening again! AAAAH!" bellowed Tommy, "I am exploding in you
Mommy...cumming again...."

"Oh YES darling, YES, cum in Mommy.... fill me with your beautiful
cream....fill Mommy's belly with your sperm....my son's sperm......incest
sperm......horrible....wonderful...fuck me....CUM DARLING...FUCK MOMMY!"

And she felt Tommy's cock jump and writhe and spasm and then erupt in his own
orgasm, spurting liquid fire into her womb. Tommy no longer had any rhythm, he
was jerking uncontrollably on top of her as he came, flooding her cunt with his
jism. His ass muscles clenched and tight. He buried his cock as far inside her
as possible. His mouth sought hers and his tongue washed around her mouth,
bubbles of saliva spilling onto her lips and chin. Slowly the orgasm passed,
gradually the ecstasy faded.

When the tidal wave had subsided, little shocks still coursed through their
bodies. Little cobalt-blue bolts made them both jump and cry out and whimper.
Mary could feel his cum soak into her, could feel his sperm swimming inside
her. Incest sperm, she said again to herself. But she smiled and held him even
more tightly to her heaving chest.

"Oh my darling boy, my precious baby, my wonderful, sexy, nasty little lover.
Sweet big-cocked little incest boy. What have you done to me?"



Part III

"Hi Dad!"

"Hello big fella," smiled Greg Jackson, "Been keeping out of mischief?"

"Sure. How was the trip?"

"Great. Got the Henderson account back, honey," he said, kissing his wife
warmly on the cheek, "What a blast! I was worried about that one." He squeezed
Mary's buttocks. "No worries now though, things are looking good," and
pointedly looked at Mary's breasts. "Everything's back to normal again."

Back to normal again. The words bounced around Mary's head. I have been fucking
our son while you were away.

"My wonderful hunter-gatherer home from the plains bearing the kill," laughed
Mary bravely. "I suppose you will want to be rewarded now?"

"Naturally," said Greg, winking at her suggestively.

"Well first you'll eat, and shower, mighty hunter," smiled Mary. Will things
ever be normal again? Did she even want it that way?

"Tom. What's this about hypothermia? Are you okay now son?"

"Sure. Better than ever Dad."

@------ @------ @

That very day. That day Greg had phoned Mary as he usually did when he was
away. She had answered the phone naked, her body gleaming, cum slime shining on
her lips and chin. She had gone down on her insatiable son again and again. Her
knees were weak, and her hands trembled when she told Greg about the snow storm
and what had happened. Not the whole story. Even as she spoke to her husband,
Tommy's head was buried in her snatch, licking her cunt furiously, devouring
her, sucking in her juices. She had involuntarily groaned when his tongue
mashed against her clit. "You okay honey?" Greg had asked. "Sure sweetheart,
better than ever."

After she hung up, Tommy fucked her on the kitchen table.

The following morning she had vaguely promised herself the madness was over,
but Tommy had immediately sank to his knees and laved her cunt and then her
asshole with his probing tongue and with passionate kisses, and it had started
again.

She was a sensible grown-up, he was an obedient son. They had made 'house
rules' together. If it was going to continue, never while Greg was home, and
never while Jenny was home. @------ @------ @

"Jenny is coming home from college tomorrow?" asked Greg lazily. They were
wrapped in each other's arms. Languid and sweaty after a royal fuck session
late at night, after Tommy was asleep. After all, he was too young to know
about sex, right? Just a boy.

Mary had been a little tense at first. Would Greg know as he entered her? Would
he be able to smell her infidelity? Her incestuous lust? But soon she relaxed
and enjoyed it. Greg was little mechanical, but his huge schlong, his great 9"
club always stimulated her to orgasm. He was very proud of it, and battered her
cunt mercilessly. She loved it. And more than ever she loved her husband.

"Yes dear," she nuzzled into his neck, casually toying with his massive cock.

"She's a wonderful girl," sighed Greg, "I'm very proud to be her father."

"Hmmmmm....", murmured Mary sleepily.

"Bright, hard working. Sexy like her mother."

"Thank you dear."

"I hope she brings her cheerleader's costume," said Greg, smiling cheekily in
the darkness.

"Gregory Jackson!" giggled Mary. "That is no way for a father to talk. Besides,
she's in college now, not high school."

"What have I said now?" chuckled her husband in mock innocence.

"You know exactly what I meant. And I know exactly what you meant."

"Mary Jackson, you have a filthy mind," grinned Greg.

"Hmmmmm...."

And for a little while they were lost in their thoughts.

"Do you?" asked Mary.

"Do I what?"

"Think of Jenny like that," her heart was pounding.

"Like what?"

"....ummm...sexually...," whispered Mary.

There was a fraction of a second. A tiny moment in time which could have meant
anything before he spoke.

"Of course not, darling, she's my daughter. Good heavens."

And with that, they curled up to go to sleep. But Mary could not help noticing
how fat his cock had grown.

Part IV

"Jenny will you please put your things away!" grumbled Greg. He had walked into
a sodden lump of clothing hanging from a make-shift line in the bathroom. There
was a muffled response from her room.

Jenny was the apple of his eye, and always had been, but sometimes she could be
exasperating. He knew there was absolutely no reason to complain. Jenny Jackson
would have been any father's joy, in many ways she was a caricature of the
perfect college girl. At high school she had been the president of the debating
society and a cheerleader and a straight 'A' student. She was now doing
psychology in college.

Jenny had her mother's soft auburn hair and fair skin and ruby-red lips that
rarely required lipstick. But her figure was her most stunningly attractive
feature. She was a little smaller than her mother but her breasts were two full
sizes larger and perfectly firm and proportioned. Her nipples were
fantastically responsive, and seemed to be permanently erect, whether it was a
cool day, or if she were frightened or excited or just tired, her nipples
seemed to harden. She wore flimsy soft brassieres merely to hold her breasts
from some independent movement of their own, but in doing so her nipples poked
through them whenever she became excited. It was something Greg Jackson had
noticed many times.

It was one of Jenny's bras he was holding in his hand now. The cold lump of
clothing had fallen across his face as he had entered the bathroom. He kept
hold of it while he reached into his pajama pants and flopped out his massive
cock and pissed in the bowl. He absent-mindedly fingered the silky softness of
the bra as he finished pissing and shook himself dry.

He looked balefully around the bathroom, and pegged the bra back to the line.
Strung out were all kinds of petticoats and panties and bras and stockings.
Greg touched a few of them to see if they were dry. He noted how much Jenny had
changed since going to college. No longer did she have plain cotton undies.
Here was an array that would not be out of place in some French bordello. The
bras were black or red and definitely see-through. The petticoats were the
finest satins. There were no practical pantihose, instead there were stockings
which would have required sexy suspenders.

As he went through the itinerary, Greg's cock began to thicken and throb a
little, even more so when he discovered Jenny liked wearing thongs, just enough
to cover her crotch, a mere string passed along the crack of her ass. He was
always fascinated by women's underwear. Mary often teased him with something
outrageous knowing it would always turn him into a raging bull.

Greg walked along the line touching and inspecting the dainty little items. His
elephantine cock swayed majestically as he walked. There were some unwashed
items in a basket. He plucked out a handkerchief-sized pair of panties. He
couldn't resist. He put them to his face and breathed in his daughter's odor.
Some hint of pheromone immediately excited him and his cock began to grow quite
thick and rubbery. He sniffed each item, every one as exciting as the last.
Buried deep in the pile was a little black number, a mere slip of fabric. He
put it to his face and breathed mightily, feeling only a little perverse. After
all, what harm could come of it? He inspected the panties in his hands. A
thrill went through him They were crotchless! His cock bounced into action.
What kind of sweet daughter wore stockings and thongs and crotchless panties?
He was trembling slightly, and then he did something he hadn't done for years.

He wrapped the panties around his great lump of a cock and slowly and
sensuously started to jack himself off. Images of Jenny invaded his mind. Her
laughing eyes and perfect white teeth and sweet rosebud-red lips. His mind
conjured up her magnificent breasts, their milky whiteness and pert nipples.
Then his mind dressed her in suspenders and stockings and crotchless panties.
He painted her lips brighter red and her face was rouged. His mind had invented
his daughter-the-whore.

"Daddy!"

Blood drained from his face. Jenny was standing at the bathroom door. She was
wearing baggy track suit pants and a light T-shirt which merely accentuated her
breasts. Her eyes were as wide as saucers. Her father could not even gasp. By
turns he looked angry, confused, shamed and fearful. His fist was still
gripping his cock, Jenny's flimsy panties tangled around it.

Jenny was frozen. It was her turn for mixed emotions. Foremost was her
amazement at the size of his member. She had discovered sex as a young girl and
had fucked literally dozens of boys, and several men, but none came even close
to her daddy's size. Then came the realisation that her daddy was jacking off
using her underwear. Her heart thumped. Nothing in her experience had prepared
her for this. She had no idea what to say. Stupidly she was about to ask, "Is
there anything I can do?". Instead she said, "You said to put my things away."

Greg Jackson replied numbly, "Yes."

There was a long pause. Greg's cock refused to lose its tumescence. He could
only stand there.

"Umm...I'll come back later...ummm.... Sorry, Daddy." And she closed the door
quietly. Her father didn't move. Time seemed to have stopped all over the
world. He glared at his schlong as if to accuse it of betrayal.

But one of the reasons it had refused to go away was because Jenny's T-shirt
had stretched so provocatively across her impossibly hard nipples.

@------ @------ @

The family sat silently in the lounge, watching the TV news. Tommy and Mary sat
on the sofa. Greg and Jenny sat in arm chairs. There was a certain tension in
the air, misinterpreted by everyone. Mary was acutely conscious of Tommy. Twice
he had 'accidentally' brushed her thigh. Tommy stared at the TV, the fifteen-
year-old entranced by the balance of payments problem in Belgium. Greg stole
glances at Jenny, and every now and then he would blush furiously when he felt
Jenny looking at him. He wished he had worn tight, restraining jeans instead of
his loose track suit. He wasn't even wearing any underpants. Despite all his
willpower, his cock was thickening. He was sure someone would notice. Jenny was
alternately repelled and fascinated by what her father had been caught doing.

"What about pizza tonight?" asked Mary.

"Yep", "Sure", "Great idea", they all blurted, grateful for any break in the
silence.

"I'll go," said Jenny, "I'll take the BMW"

Greg breathed a sigh of relief, for 30 minutes or more he could relax.

"Alright, dear," said Mary and went to her handbag for money. Tommy watched her
move across the room. He crossed his legs.

She fossicked around in the bag for what seemed an eternity, then gave Jenny a
$50 bill, and the car keys. "Get a family size pizza darling. You choose."

"Okay Mom," said Jenny, throwing on a warm sweater over her T-shirt and short
pleated skirt, and walked to the front door.

"Oh Greg, go with Jenny will you?", said Mary casually, "The roads are icy.
Besides I want a pizza from that new place on Plane St. They're tasty. You can
show her."

Greg was lost for words. Go with Jenny? Sit in the same car? Talk about the
weather and avoid for the better part of an hour any discussion about what had
happened? He squirmed and coughed, hoping some excuse would come to him.

"Oh I'll be fine, Mom," said Jenny hurriedly. "It's not far."

Her father was about to agree when Mary said, "Nonsense. It's dangerous out
there in this weather. Daddy will want to make sure you're okay. Won't you
Greg?"

Greg's mouth opened and closed like a goldfish. Trapped. Refuse and he was
being a bad father. Go and be told he was a pervert father. He waited for the
earth to open and swallow him.

"Sure," he gargled, "Love to."

@------ @------ @

The heater was going full-blast in the luxury BMW. Both of the were silently
aware of the other's discomfort. The air became pleasantly warm and then
stifling hot. Soft music played from the radio. Outside the night was cold and
the stars shone brightly. The snow glowed eerily.

After an eternity, Greg said, "Umm...look, about this morning." He cleared his
throat. "I have never done that...well, hardly ever. Not for years. No idea
what came over me." He waited for a response. Jenny stared fixedly ahead,
watching the road. She shifted uncomfortably in the seat. She gripped the
steering wheel tightly.

"Jenny. I had been on the road for three weeks. A man...There's sexual urges. A
man's judgement goes awry sometimes. Damn stupid of me. Damn. Damn."

"Whose panties were they Dad?"

Greg shifted position in his seat, "Oh I don't know. They all look they
same...."

"Whose, Daddy?"

"I suppose they were yours, Jenny. But..."

"Suppose?"

"Well, yes, they were yours, but that's not what....What are you doing?"

Jenny put on the indicators and turned the car into a huge, poorly lit car
park. She drove to the center, eased to a stop and turned off the engine and
the headlights.

She turned to Greg, and said, "We need to get this out into the open Daddy.
Whose panties were they?"

This was torture. "Yours, Jenny," said Greg contritely.

"You knew they were mine?"

"Yes"

"You knew they were your daughter's panties?"

"Yes"

"You wanted to cum in your daughter's panties?"

Greg wanted to die. What could he say?

"Please don't do this, Jenny," he pleaded.

"Which panties of mine were they?"

"Please, Jenny..."

Her hands disappeared under her short skirt, and hooked her panties with her
thumbs. Deftly, she pulled them down over her ankles and held them in her hand.
Greg caught a flash of her pure white skin and the dark recesses of her cunt.

"Were they these?" She was holding the black, lacy crotchless panties.

Greg saw a chance. He tried to will a fatherly firmness in his voice, "Well,
young lady, I was going to ask what you were doing with those kind of..."

"Don't you dare try that on me, father. Here..." She pushed them into his hand.
"Do it."

The panties were deliciously warm and soft. Greg thought there was a hint of
moistness.

"What!"

"Do it. Cum in your daughter's panties. You see, Daddy, I retrieved them
afterwards. They were dry. I interrupted you didn't I? Now I want to see you do
it. I'm a psychology major Daddy. I know what I am doing. Do this front of me
and the fantasy just goes away."

"Of course, I won't, Jenny. That's quite ridiculous."

"Slip down your track suit pants Daddy. I was watching you in the lounge room.
Even there you couldn't hide your fat cock. God only knows what it's like now,
sitting here, alone, with your daughter."

It was true. Despite Greg's turmoil, his cock was thick and heavy.
Unexpectedly, Jenny reached across to his groin and gently touched him. It
surprised him, and his cock kicked under her touch.

"I thought so," she said quietly. "Down with your pants Daddy. All the way to
your ankles now." She slid closer to her father, and he could smell her pungent
sweet perfume. She tugged at the elastic around his pants and pulled them down
just far enough for his cock to spring out, almost comically, like a jack-in-a-
box.

"Oh!", said Jenny, momentarily startled. Not only by the suddeness but again by
it's club-like size. Greg had a twisted, pained, embarrassed smile on his face
and muttered something incomprehensible by way of apology. Dumbly, he just
stared at his tool as if it were something foreign.

"Did you smell my panties Daddy? Did you breathe in my aroma? I took them out
of the wash-basket this morning and I have been wearing them all day." She
closed his fingers around her panties, and pushed his hand gently to his face.
"Breathe in Jenny's juices Daddy."

Her father couldn't help himself. He closed his eyes and breathed in. Jenny
slipped his pants down to his ankles. Unconsciously, Greg helped by raising his
buttocks slightly. He was now completely exposed, his massive cock cobra-like
in his lap.

"Come on, Daddy, do it for Jenny," she said quietly. She caught his hand and
pushed it onto his waving member. "This might help." She lifted up her sweater
and the T-shirt underneath and exposed her luscious over-sized, firm boobs. "Is
that better, Daddy?"

Greg's mouth was agape, and he stared unblinkingly. His hand started to
masturbate furiously.

"You like Jenny's boobies, don't you Daddy? Even when I was a school girl, you
liked watching them, didn't you Daddy. And touching..." She took his free hand
and placed it on her breast.

Greg was beside himself. Almost delirious. His daughter was looking deeply into
his eyes, lovingly but coolly as he pawed her breast and squeezed her nipples.
He felt Jenny shudder.

"Let me help," she said, "Use both hands, darling Daddy." She was breathing
heavily.

Greg almost lunged at her with both his hands. He was salivating. Jenny reached
down, first with one hand, then because of his size, both hands. She started to
masturbate her groping, writhing daddy.

Jenny wasn't trying to disguise her ragged breathing as her father massaged and
squeezed her magnificent orbs. He was in heaven. Despite all his denials he had
fantasised about his daughter's breasts since she started developing at 12. Her
little hands were strong and expert around his cock. The faces were inches
apart, feeling each other's breath.

"Cum for Jenny, baby. Cum for Jenny," she cooed.

"Aaaargh! Aaaargh!" grunted Greg. "Jenny...I....I'm...." And his hips buckled
and thrust at her.

"Yes, Daddy! YES. Hurt Jenny's boobies, Daddy. Squeeze tight. Fuck Jenny's
hands Daddy. Fuck Jenny. Fuck your daughter, darling Daddy."

Her filthy words sent him over the edge and his cock erupted. Great globs of
cum spat into Jenny's panties, firmly wrapped around the head of his tool.
Sparkling droplets escaped and spattered on Jenny's arms. Time and again, his
cock pulsed and Jenny wrestled with it as best she could.

"Ooooh, Jenny. Oooh, baby. OH DADDY'S CUMMING SO HARD," sobbed Greg.

He twisted her nipples painfully, and roughly clawed at her breasts. Shock
after shock coursed through him as he orgasmed. Each time he thought he had
finished, Jenny's hands would squeeze him again, and he would convulse.

"Ummmfffgh," he gasped.

The jism oozed out of her panties and dribbled across her fingers. She squeezed
as hard as she could. His cock was iron-hard and alive beneath her fingers.

"Good daddy. Good daddy," breathed Jenny.

Slowly Greg's spasms died away. Cum stained his shirt, and it glistened in the
moonlight from Jenny's panties and from her hands. His fingers relaxed their
grip on Jenny's nipples, and he sank back into the seat, exhausted. Jenny
pecked him on the cheek.

"There! That was nice wasn't it?"

Greg threw his head backwards on the head-rest. Sucking in air, chest heaving.
He felt Jenny dragging up his tracksuit pants, and tucking in his thick,
rubbery, smeared member. He heard her open the driver's side door and get out.

Blearily he turned his head to watch. She was pulling on her sodden panties
under her little skirt, and patting them down. They made a damp sound. She
smoothed them out as they stuck to her skin. She paid especial attention to
smearing his wet jism over her exposed cunt. She looked at Greg pointedly, and
carefully sucked each finger in turn, cleaning them of his dripping cum. Her
hand went back to her cunt, she made no attempt to cover herself, and scooped
up another glob.

"Golly, Daddy, they're soaking!" smiled Jenny as she sucked her finger. Greg
looked puzzled. "Well, I can't leave them in the car, can I? And I am not going
to carry them on top of the pizza box," she giggled.

God! The pizza, thought Greg.

She hopped back into the drivers seat, and patted Greg on the thigh, "There
now, daddikins. Your first lesson in Psychology 101. If a fantasy is fulfilled,
it just disappears like magic." She smiled broadly and started the car.

They moved off smoothly and crossed the car park, heading for the pizza place.

After a little while, Jenny said thoughtfully, "Of course, it doesn't always
work." And smiled again.

@------ @------ @

When they returned home, Greg muttered something about being a crowd at the
pizza place. Mary was understanding and smiled. She looked flushed.

Jenny noticed her mother's hair was tousled and matted. Tommy was still
transfixed on the TV. Usually he would have been scrambling in the pizza box,
hungrily wolfing down the food. Instead he just lay back on the sofa. She
noticed his T-shirt was sightly damp, as if from sweat.

Part V

"I'm going over to Aunty Diane's," announced Jenny, "I haven't seen her for
ages."

"That's nice dear," said Mary. "You make sure you give her my love. Are you
taking the car?"

"No, I'll walk. It's a beautiful day."

"Okay. Did you finish your lunch? "

"Yes Mommy, it was delicious. When will Daddy be home from golf?" Jenny asked.

"Oh I don't know, some time after 5:00 I imagine," replied Mary.

"That means you'll be stuck at home with Tommy all afternoon. Is that okay?"

"Oh, I'm sure we'll manage," said Mary. Jenny thought her voice sounded kind of
hollow.

Jenny swung her coat over her shoulders and trotted to the door. "Okay then.
Have fun you two!"

"We will," called Mary.

She sat, fidgeting at the kitchen table. It was an impossible situation. Things
had gotten completely out of control. Her cunt seemed to be constantly
sensitive. The very thought of fucking her son turned her on. She moaned
slightly. They were bound to get caught.

Last night was madness when Greg and Jenny went off for the pizza. "House
rules" indeed! No sex while her husband and her daughter were home. Well,
reasoned Tommy, as he stood in front of her. They're not here, are they? And he
had taken out his beautiful cock right there and started to masturbate in front
of her face. She should have slapped it away. She knew she should, but instead
she reached out and cupped his balls, and her roving fingers tickled his anus.
She had even smiled encouragement at him. She could smell her own juices
flowing. Tommy had grown long and hard and red within seconds. The gorgeous
virility of her son! He could become erect almost at will. He could recover and
fuck again and again. Oh lucky woman, she had both her husband's horse-prick
and her son to satisfy her almost on call.

Within a few minutes of Jenny and Greg leaving last night, Tommy was buried
deep inside her, grunting like an animal. And, yes, she was grinding and
rutting and burying her nails into his broad back.

After he had fucked her, Tommy insisted on going down, lapping her cunt and
nibbling her clitoris until she nearly fainted from orgasm after orgasm. It was
only luck that they heard the BMW pull smoothly into the driveway, and they had
time to adjust their dress and look respectable again.

And now they were alone again.

Tommy couldn't have heard Jenny leave, or else he'd be out here straight away,
thought Mary and looked down the hallway expectantly. There was no movement.
Good, she thought, I can get some housework done.

"Jenny's gone, Tommy," she called.

"Okay," came a distant response.

It's best I tell him, thought Mary. Just in case he didn't know, and she made a
great play of banging pots and scraping dishes so he'd know she was still here.
She looked down the hallway again.

Her arms were buried in dishwater, scrubbing some imaginary stain from a pot.
Sex images seared her brain. Tommy's cum spurting, the sounds they made, the
feeling of her son's cock stuffing her. Her son's sperm in her womb. Her son!
It still gave her a thrill. Incest.

After an hour, the kitchen was spotless. Mary's fevered mind had fucked Tommy a
hundred times while she cleaned and polished. She stood hunched over at the
doorway, the heels of her palms pressed between her legs. Madness.

"Are you okay, honey?"

"Sure Mom"

"Can I come in?"

"Sure Mom, I'm just reading."

Tommy was flat on his back, a Star Trek book held over his head. He was only
wearing shorts. The room was a mess, of course, with books and magazines and
clothing strewn everywhere. Mary cleared a chair next to his bed and sat down.
She had changed out of her house-working clothes, and slipped on a short floral
dress. She was naked underneath. Tommy didn't put the book down. Mary undid the
top buttons of her dress as far as she dare. Her deep cleavage showing.

"Jenny went to Aunty Diane's place"

Silence.

"Dad's playing golf."

"Right."

"There's just the two of us in the house."

Tommy turned a page.

Mary was beginning to panic. Had Tommy's ardor died already? Had he realised
what a terrible, terrible sin they had committed? Had she deeply offended him?
Was he disgusted with his own mother?

Mary fell onto her knees by his bedside. She sighed a great tremulous shoulder-
shaking sigh. She bowed her head, and huge tear drops fell from her eyes.
Racking sobs shook her.

"Mom! Mom! What's wrong?" cried Tommy, who threw away his book and sprang to
her side.

"You....h....hate me. I understand T...Tommy darling. You're disgusted with
your...moth... mother..." Her speech was punctuated by sniffs and sobs. "Oh
your Mommy's a slut...a slut...I sh...should never have
done...those...things...I....."

She could not finish her sentence. Tommy had grabbed her by the shoulders and
was smothering her tear-soaked cheeks with kisses.

"No! No! Mom, it's not that at all. I was playing a stupid game. Stupid. Damn
and fuck. A damn stupid trick on you," and he held her close to his bare chest,
squeezing her generous bosoms against himself.

"....trick?"

"I was going to make you beg for it, Mommy. I was just playing a game."

"You don't hate me?" Mary asked.

"Mommy I love you more than ever. More than anything. You are the best girl in
the world."

And they hugged each other, long and hard, clutching at each other, pawing at
each other's flesh and warmth.

"Oh Tommy I don't ever want to lose you!"

"You won't Mom. I"m sorry, I'm sorry."

"Oh darling boy, precious lover, my darling sweetheart. I will do anything for
you. You understand that? Anything. You want Mommy to suck your cock? Do you
want to fuck Mommy? Do you want me to dress up for you? You want me in a little
girl's school uniform? A little dress and pigtails darling? Daddy likes that.
Anything you want darling." and she kissed his lips and nose and face.

They rolled on the floor, kissing passionately, tongues entwining. Clawing at
each other's bodies, ripping their clothing off. Tommy was rampant instantly.
Mary grabbed for his firm cock stimulating him as best she could while they
thrashed on the carpet amongst his dirty underwear and magazines. Tommy's mouth
found a nipple and sucked desperately.

"OH! YES darling Tommy!" cried his mother, "Suck Mommy's tits, bite Mommy's
nipple. I am all yours my darling son."

Tommy slid down her belly and nuzzled into her trimmed cunt, licking and
slurping. His tongue found her clit and lashed it over and over again. Mary
sucked in air and gasped and her entire body went stiff.

"OOOH! AAARGH! OH MY GOD! OH I AM CUMMING ALREADY!" and thrust her hips into
Tommy's smeared face.

"Turn over Mom," commanded Tommy.

She moaned and rolled, still trying to handle her sudden orgasm. He pulled her
up from behind so her ass was high in the air, and parted her cheeks. His
tongue dove into her puckered asshole, slurping obscenely.

"OOH GOD HELP ME, IT'S STARTING AGAIN," screamed Mary as wave after shock wave
hit her.

Tommy's finger pushed into her asshole, digging deeper and deeper. Another
finger followed then another. Mary pushed back him, rocking on his fingers as
they rhythmically fucked her.

"Oh, YES Tommy darling, fuck Mommy's ass. I want it sweetheart. Please, I am
begging darling. Pleeeeese fuck Mommy. I want my son's cock inside me. I want
your sperm in my asshole. Fill me with your cum darling heart, Mommy's little
darling."

Tommy rose up on his knees and grabbed his shaft firmly. He spat on the head of
his cock, and then spat on his mothers puckered asshole, placed the engorged
purple head against it and pushed hard.

"Hnnnmmmfff, unnn," groaned Mary unintelligibly.

Tommy's cock did not stop penetrating her. Onward and inward his shaft sank,
his mother easing back onto him.

"Oh Tommy, you have no idea how good that feels darling. I have never been
assfucked before. Your daddy is much too big. Oh darling son, you're the first.
It's like my own son is taking his mother's cherry."

Tommy started to fuck his mother's ass. Gently and steadily at first while his
mother picked up the rhythm of his thrusts. Her mouth was open and drool
dribbling onto the carpet. She felt utterly full. Her stomach cramped in
protest at being invaded from her bowels. Her clit was swollen and her nipples
tingled.

"OH GOD YES! Fuck Mommy, darling son. Fuck Mommy. Oh I love it....it's too
good!"

Gradually Tommy picked up speed and got rougher. He grabbed hold of her hair
and rode her like a horseman. Fucking her insistently, hard and deep, his face
was streaming with sweat, veins popping out on his forehead.

They were both concentrating on their impending orgasms and did not see the
shadow pass along Tommy's bedroom door....

"I thought so. But I just wouldn't have believed it," said Jenny.

"Jenny!"

Amazingly, Tommy did not stop fucking his mother's ass, just slowed down to a
gently rocking motion.

"Don't stop on my account," said Jenny.

Jenny walked over to her mother, still on all fours, and knelt beside her. Her
face was expressionless.

"I knew I could smell sex when we returned from the pizza place last night,"
she said, "And I put two-and-two together. Or at least one-and-one. Mother and
son. What was a daughter to think? I crept back after I said I was going to
Aunty Diane's. And here you are. God, mother, you scream loudly. I hope the
neighbors don't hear you. My son this, my son that, you really get off on the
incest thing don't you?"

Tommy had stopped his rocking motion, but his cock was still half-buried in his
mother's ass. Even if he could have willed his cock to soften, the tightness
kept him rock hard in her. There was a look of terror on his face. Mary's face
was still red from her exertions but tears of shame were welling in her eyes.

"Jenny, I...."

" "Jenny I..." what, mother? Jenny, I don't really have my teenage son's huge
cock buried in my ass? I really haven't had several orgasms knowing I was
committing incest with my baby boy? I really didn't beg him to fuck me? I
didn't want to play the school-girl whore for a fifteen year old stud?
......... Is that what you were trying to say? My god, what a family!"

She shuffled around on her knees to where Tommy was kneeling behind his mother.
His cock in mid-piston. He had not blinked, his mouth was opening and shutting,
every now and then he swallowed noisily, almost gagging.

Jenny slid her hand between Tommy's sweaty stomach and her mother's buttocks
and wrapped her fingers around her brother's greasy shaft.

"My god he really is buried in your ass, mother dearest, and you've kept his
cock iron hard too. What a clever little whore you are. She heard her mother
sob. Jenny removed her hand and placed it on Tommy's firm muscular ass cheeks
and pushed. Robotically Tommy eased back into his mother. Mary gasped.

"Come on Tommy, don't leave your mommy hanging there. Give it to her." And she
pushed him again, rocking him back and forth into a fucking motion. "That's my
baby brother! That's a good boy." Mary whimpered. "Grab her hair again, Tommy.
She likes a bit of pleasure 'n' pain, don't you Mommy?"

Tommy was slowly working his cock in and out of his mother without any
encouragement now. He did as he was told. Jenny pinched her brother's buttock,
and he thrust cruelly into his mother.

"Aaaahh! " cried Mary.

Jenny slapped her brother's ass, the noise whip-cracked in the small room.

Tommy grunted and thrust again. "Come on Tommy, give her a good fucking. Get
that dick of yours right into Mommy." She slapped him again, and again,
steadily, very hard, so it hurt Tommy. His cheeks flushed pink. His movements
were becoming more agitated now and he was bringing his cock almost all the way
out before Jenny would slap him and he would thrust back into his mother to the
hilt, thumping her cheeks with his stomach. He started to grunt with each
thrust. Mary started to pant.

"Your son's cock is filling you up, isn't he Mommy?" said Jenny. "His big hard
cock in your ass. His big incest-cock in your belly. His greasy dick in his
slut-mommy's ass."

Mary started to make little squealing noises. Tears were dripping onto the
floor beneath her. She had never felt so humiliated in her life. Her beautiful
daughter was hovering over her, foul and filthy language dripping from her lips
while she watched her son piston in and out of her. And even more shameful, her
cunt was on fire again. She could feel her clit begin to twitch with each cruel
thrust of her son.

Mary was meeting each thrust now, backing onto Tommy's cock, her ass smacking
against her son's stomach.

"What's the matter Mom do you need more stimulation? Can I help Mommy? Can I
help you get your rocks off while your son fills your belly with his sexy
incest-cum?"

Jenny's hand disappeared under her mother's body and her hand found a breast.
"Do you like this Mommy? Do you want your daughter to do this?" She squeezed
and stroked her mother's breast gently at first then a little more roughly. Her
fingers found Mary's stiff nipple and she pincered them hard. Her sharp
fingernails biting into the bullet-like nubbin. A deep throaty groan rumbled
from Mary's chest.

"You like that, Mommy? You want more?" Jenny's hand left her mother's breast
and snaked down her belly to her neat patch of hair. Jenny could feel Tommy's
balls slap against her mother. "What a pity we didn't have two fat cocks here
Mommy. Your poor hungry cunt is all swollen and needy." Jenny's forefingers
found her mother's clit and circled and teased it.

"Eeeehhhghh!" whimpered Mary pathetically.

Jenny's fingers squeezed her mother's cunt lips and dipped into her swampy
hole. Mary's head fell to the floor and her ass was even higher and more
accessible to Tommy's passionate heaving. He was working himself into a frenzy
now, his face almost purple with effort. Jenny's fingers were flying on her
mother's clitoris.

"Tell Tommy, mother, tell Tommy what he's doing to you. You love it don't you?
You love his cock in your asshole?" Mary shook her head, her hair flying
wildly. Jenny's hand left her mother's clit and slapped her mightily on the
stretched skin of her vulnerable buttock. There was a frightening SMACK. Mary
buckled and twisted and writhed. Jenny slapped her hard again. Tommy watched
his mother's cheeks quiver and redden. With his free hand he joined in with
Jenny, smacking his naughty mother. SMACK smack SMACK smack SMACK. Mary was an
agony of ecstasy.

"Oh yes! It's true!" she muffled quietly, her head buried in her folded arms.
She lifted her head and cried, "Oh god help me it's true! I love it! I love my
son's cock buried in me! Oh Jenny darling, I'm sorry, but it is true! Tommy is
fucking his mommy's ass, and I am loving it. Don't stop Tommy. Don't ever stop.
OH sweet jesus I am cumming. Oh my god, it's happening. Jenny, Mommy's going to
cum. FUCK MOMMY DARLING TOMMY. FUCK ME HARD!" she yelled. "OOOH, again! OOH! I
can't bear it! I can't stop it! Cummmmming....hunnnmmmfff...cum...."

Mary twisted and hunched and spasmed under her son. Tommy eyes were glazed, his
cock was so hard it was painful. It was a steel rod thudding into his mother's
bowels.

"AAARGH! MOMMY! ME TOO!"

"Take it out, Tommy," urged Jenny, "I want to see you spurt on Mommy. Slime her
body. Cum on Mommy's body, little brother. Let your incest-cum spray her!"

Tommy eased his oily cock out of his mother's ass, Jenny leapt on it with her
hand and pointed it at her mother's back, her fingers tightly wrapped around
his throbbing shaft. Her mother's greasy ass juices made it easy for her to
masturbate him. Her eyes were unnaturally bright.

"Do it Tommy! I want to see your gobs of cum splatter Mommy!"

Instead, a stream of cum erupted from Tommy's cock, a thick hot ropy line
flopped with a wet slap onto her back He hosed his mother with his steaming
thick cream. Then his cock pulsed and pulsed again, sending long spurts of cum
onto her body, wad after wad of his incestuous cum hit her. His body trembled
and shook, and guttural grunts rattled in his throat. Then he slowly collapsed,
exhausted, back onto his heels, cum still dripping copiously from the eye of
his dick.

Each time Tommy's cock had bucked and throbbed beneath her hand, electric
shocks passed through Jenny's body to her cunt. There was a kind of madness
flashing in her eyes, as she saw her mother fall utterly fatigued to the floor,
stretched out in full, her asshole still slightly open, obscenely greased by
her own ass juices, Tommy's thick white cum smeared her back, globs of pearly
jism quivered like jelly. Her mother was panting and gasping, trying to suck in
air.

Jenny spread her brother's glistening cum over her mother's back, rubbing it in
like massage oil. She could feel the tension leave her mother's muscles as the
crackling electricity sputtered and faded away. Mary became aware of her
daughter's tender strokes and gentle kneading.

"Oh Jenny what must you think of us? I don't know what to say, darling. I am so
terrible. It's not Tommy, Jenny, it's me. I started it. What do you want me to
say to you? What do you want me to do?"

"Darling sweet son-fucking mother," Jenny said quietly, "First of all you can
tell me about the school uniform Daddy likes so much."

Part VI

"So it never occurred to you?"

Mary was on her knees behind her daughter fixing the hem of Jenny's tunic.

"No, of course not. I thought it was just a fantasy. Some idealised 'school
girl', not you darling. Not his own daughter!"

Jenny admired the little navy blue tunic in her mother's full-length mirror.
Mary was taking it up expertly to just a few inches below her daughter's
crotch.

"Golly, mother, the lust of fathers for their daughters was one the first
things we learned in Psych.," intoned Jenny, rather pompously. She experimented
with undoing a few buttons on her crisp white shirt. She wasn't wearing a bra.
"And, of course, the lust of beautiful mothers for their handsome sons," she
added, giggling.

Mary slapped her daughter's bottom playfully and laughed, "Oh you are terrible,
Jenny Jackson. You're being very cruel to your Mommy."

Jenny smiled broadly, and fiddled with the top of her sheer black stockings.
The contrast between their darkness and the whiteness of her thighs was very
sexy, she thought.

"Keep still dear," said Mary.

"When did you start playing student-and-teacher for Daddy?"

"Oh, only about six years ago," said Mary.

"About the time I started high school. Oh Mommy you really are such a dolt."

Mary sighed, "I suppose I am. I just didn't think. It's not the thing you
expect from your husband. I am not even sure he knew, not really."

"So when did you know you were going to fuck Tommy?"

Mary was about to admonish her daughter for bad language, then she realised the
absurdity of it. After all, only a couple of hours ago, obscenities were
spilling from her own mouth as she was being assfucked by her son, and, god
help her, coming as she was being spanked by her own children.

"It was so sudden darling," she said thoughtfully, "I hadn't planned anything
at all. I am sure I didn't think of Tommy, you know, 'sexually', until the
incident in the bath. I know there were times last summer around the pool when
I admired his developing body, but it was just admiration, that's all."

She leant forward and bit off the strand of black cotton she was using. A whiff
of her daughter's sex floated into her nostrils.

"Hmmm," said Jenny doubtfully, "I am sure there must have been something
subliminal going on." She was being pompous again.

"Right, finished. Am I all set for your surprise?" asked Mary, standing back to
admire her handiwork.

"Gosh no, not for ages yet. You have to give Daddy his dinner and fill him up
with some nice wine first," smiled Jenny knowingly.

@------ @------ @

Greg Jackson lay back on the sofa cushions, stretched the elastic of his track
suit pants and belched loudly.

"Gregory, please. Manners!" said Mary in mock horror.

Her husband chuckled and wiggled his toes, enjoying the warmth of the open
fire. He took another sip of his rich red wine.

"What more can a man ask for? Excellent food, an open fire, a really pleasant
wine...hmmm...." and sighed, "A wonderful family to share my life." He closed
his eyes sleepily.

It had been a strange sort of evening. Jenny was unusually attentive, listening
in fascination to his talk of golf. Sympathising effusively when he told her
about losing a ball on the 17th. Giving his shoulders a lovely massage when he
complained of some stiffness. He was sure it was only his imagination that her
breasts were being deliberately rubbed against his naked neck. He had cursed
himself yet again for not wearing jeans when she'd done that, but Mary had laid
out comfortable clothing for him after his bath. She didn't usually do that. He
felt kind of vulnerable without underclothing.

Mary and Tommy seemed a little strange tonight too. Hugging each other and
touching each other. Not the kind of thing fifteen-year-old boys often did.
Hope he's not turning into some kind of mommy's boy, thought Greg vaguely.

And they insisted he have the sofa. Mary had turned off the TV and put on some
good cool jazz, softly. What a pleasant evening it had been. Everything was
just perfect.

An image of his embarrassment with Jenny's panties confused his warm feelings,
but memory of the ecstasy of the car park returned them. All too puzzling for a
simple man, he thought. He closed his eyes.

"Where's Jenny?" he asked lazily.

"She's in her room changing into something more comfortable dear."

Greg opened his eyes a little. That's strange too, he thought. Tommy had turned
an arm chair around so it faced the sofa. It always faced the TV he remembered,
and frowned to himself. Tommy was sitting in the chair and his mother was
curled up at his feet. He was gently fondling Mary's luxuriant hair, watching
him.

"Hello Daddy," whispered Jenny. He didn't bother opening his eyes.

"Hello darling". He could feel her breath. Then a shock as he felt her tongue
wash his ear. His eyes snapped opened. "Wha....."

Standing before him was The Vision. The fantasy which had haunted him for the
last five or six years. Jenny was dressed in the little blue tunic and the
starched white shirt over which she had thrown her old school blazer. The white
school emblem stood out clearly in the half light against the black fabric. His
eyes wandered to her legs. Incongruously, but perfectly, she was wearing shiny
black high heels. Her black stockings disappeared beneath her skimpy skirt but
he could see she was wearing sexy black suspenders. She sat down next to his
hips, trapping him between her and the back of the sofa. Her breasts swayed
sensuously beneath her shirt. The buttons were undone to the waist and her
delicious globes almost spilled out. Her nipples were already hard. Her face
took his breath away. She had bright red lipstick and heavy mascara. She had
pig tails. The vision. His schoolgirl-whore. It was his daughter.

"Jenny, what on earth are you doing....", his voice cracked.

"I'm making sure my darling daddy is feeling nice," said Jenny in a little
girl's voice. Her hand rested on his groin. He was quite flaccid, but her
fingers could easily find the mammoth cock.

Greg forced a crooked grin, "Heh heh, is this some kind of joke?" But he knew
it wasn't, Jenny's hand was sensuously massaging his penis.

"Daddy liked his little Jenny doing this in the car park, didn't Daddy?" She
kept up her little girl's voice.

"Jenny!" cried Greg, and glanced urgently at his wife. Tommy and Mary were just
sitting there, watching. He tried to sit up, but Jenny leant on his chest with
her arm and pushed him down. She was surprisingly strong.

"Daddy spurted all his lovely white stuff into Jenny's panties didn't he? Jenny
liked that."

Greg glared at his daughter and hissed, "Is this some kind of punishment?"

In reply, Jenny took her father's hand and guided to her breast. His fingers
closed around its perfect form. She leant forward and breathed on his lips,
then her tongue snaked out and licked them, making little slurping noises. Then
she kissed him gently and deeply, her tongue chasing his around his mouth. She
felt his huge cock spring to life and begin the throb, her fingers actually
spread as blood engorged his huge member.

"Oh yes, Daddy, I am going to torture you."

Her hand was no longer subtle and gentle on his cock, it moved forcefully and
roughly, indecently and obviously masturbating her father. His shaft was now
stretched out along his belly. She unhooked the elastic over his cock, exposing
it. The sudden rush of warm air made him panic. His head snapped to Mary.

His eyes bulged.

Their positions had not changed. Tommy was still sitting comfortably in the
armchair, and Mary was sitting serenely at his feet. But Tommy had stripped
naked. The fire's shadows played across his chest and lit up his handsome cock
which was standing high and erect in his lap. He looked like some pagan god.
Both hands had slipped into Mary's dress and were fondling her beautiful
breasts. He made no effort to disguise what he was doing. His son was brazenly
violating his wife right before his eyes.

Mary smiled sweetly and reassuringly at Greg.

It was surreal. Greg looked at his daughter. She was lovely. Her bright red
lips caught the light.

"You're going to fuck me, daddikins. You're going to fuck your little girl."

She took his hand and guided it to her milky thigh. He groped clumsily. Then
Jenny stood up, and lifted her skirt by the hem. She wasn't wearing panties,
instead her stocking and suspenders framed her crotch. She had shaved.
Completely. Her cunt was completely bald, its puffy lips perfectly emphasising
the deep slit. Greg gasped, he had never seen anything so beautiful, so
enticing.

He looked at his wife again. She was idly masturbating her son, both were
watching him. Greg began to think he was drugged. He didn't care any more. His
massive cock was quivering with excitement.

He arms looped behind Jenny's buttocks and brought her closer to him and he
gently kissed her cunt, and tongued her.

"Oooh, that feels nice, daddikins," said Jenny, returning to her little girl's
voice.

Greg was breathing raggedly. His donkey-like schlong waved obscenely. Greg
eased Jenny down onto the floor, never taking his sloppy lips and probing
tongue from her cunt. He spread her legs to better bury his face in his
daughter's nest. Jenny's hips started to writhe, and her breathing became
heavier, her magnificent breasts pointed proud and firm, her nipples hard in
the warm air. Greg looked at his wife again. She was kneeling in front of her
son, sucking his cock, one hand wrapped tightly around the shaft, her head
plunging up and down. She was mirroring him. Greg knelt between his daughter's
legs, he took his club in his hand. He heard a shuffling of positions, and knew
his son was about to fuck his mother.

Jenny opened her legs wider and bent her knees. He could see her cunt shine in
the firelight, whether it was his saliva or her juices, he didn't really care.
A droplet of pre-cum dribbled from his dick like a strand of honey and fell on
her belly.

"Do me Daddy. Do whatever you want. Whatever you need to do."

Greg heard a soft moan coming from his wife. He lowered himself down, his great
purple head positioned just outside his daughter's tiny pussy. He nuzzled it
cock softly into her cunt lips. Jenny's hips rose to meet him.

"Oh don't tease me, Daddy."

Greg pressed his body down on his little girl, slowly easing himself into her,
a few inches at a time. Jenny's back arched and gasped loudly. Holding her
breath.

"Are you okay, honey?"

"Ye...yes, Daddy", came the strangled reply.

She pushed her own hips forward, meeting her invader. Greg had six inches deep
within her cunt now. Jenny clung to his shoulders, fingernails cutting into
him. He eased the remaining three inches into her. She mewled and bit his
chest. Slowly he withdrew a few inches and re-entered her. "Aaaaaah," sighed
Jenny. And again he withdrew slightly and penetrated.

It was hurting Jenny but the stimulation of his fat long cock was nothing like
she had ever felt. She wrapped her legs around her father, locking her legs on
his buttocks. Greg started a steady rhythm as he felt his daughter's juices
start to flow.

"Oh Daddy..."

Greg heard his son grunting rapidly and wet noises were coming from his wife's
cunt. She was whispering to him words of praise and encouragement. Little gasps
followed Tommy's grunts.

Jenny scratched her father's back with her long fingernails, and hunched into
him. Her tits were mashed against her father's wide strong chest. Her cunt
clenched tightly around Greg's cock.

He raised himself up on his arms to take the weight off his little girl and
looked at her. Sweat had matted her hair across her forehead, her mascara had
run from silent tears, her eyes were ablaze. He had never seen anything so lewd
in his life. His cock was wrapped by his daughter's cunt! The very thought made
him grow tighter and larger within her. He lowered himself down and kissed her
gently, his tongue probing her mouth. He could taste her lipstick. Her tongue
played with his. In the background he could hear his son's debauchery, and the
urgent whispered cries of his wife. Greg couldn't prevent his cock begin to ram
home into his daughter, his hips began bucking of their own accord, the
pistoning picked up speed.

"Oh yesssss, Daddy," spat Jenny, "Oooh, you're really doing it, you're fucking
me! Mommy, he's fucking me, Daddy's fucking his little girl!"

Greg's cock was well lubricated by his daughter's cunt juices now and his
movements became hard and violent. Her jugs bounced and rocked. She flung her
arms out wide, submitting to her defilement. Her jaw was slack, her tongue
lolled, drool leaked from her mouth. Greg bore down on her harder, pulling out
almost to the engorged tip, and then plunged his nine inches back into his
daughter.

Jenny's body started to tremble and shiver, her legs kicked, her eyes were wide
open. Her body was racked with pleasure. She took great gulps of air.

"Ah! Ah! Mommy help me! Mommy I can't stop." Her little body writhed and
contorted and twisted under her father, "Can't stop .... cumming .... Daddy ...
CUMMING .... too much..."

Greg felt a movement by his side. It was Mary. She was on her knees, her hands
rested on Greg's back. For a terrible moment, he thought she would intervene,
but Mary wiped away the sweaty hair from her daughter's face and smiled.

"You're doing fine darling. Let it come. Let Daddy make you cum. It's okay."

She slid her hand from Gary's back to his ass and spread her fingers across his
muscular, thrusting cheeks and pushed him in rhythm with his thrusting. She ran
a naughty finger along his ass crack, and tickled his anus, dipping a knuckle-
length into him. Gary recoiled and fucked Jenny even more violently.

Mary's face went down next to Jenny's. She gently stroked her chest, smoothing
the sweat away, then her hands played with her daughter's breasts, toying with
her hard nipples, pinching them slightly. Jenny's eyes were wide with fear and
lust and excitement, her tits rolled as she twisted and groaned under her
father.

"Mommy...it won't stop...Daddy's making me cum too much."

"It's okay darling," cooed her mother. She lowered her head and let her lips
play with her daughter's. Jenny raised herself to meet her mother's mouth.
Their lips met, Mary pushed her tongue into her daughter's wet, welcoming
mouth. Their tongues danced. Their lips mashed against each other's.
It was too much for Gary. The sight was overwhelming. His cock exploded. His
cum poured into his daughter. It roped out of him and filled her cunt and
flooded her womb. Pulse followed powerful throb as his mighty balls emptied
into his daughter.

"OOOOH! JENNY!" was all he could cry before collapsing heavily onto her body.

@------ @------ @

The four of them ate their breakfast silently. Each lost in their own fearful
thoughts. Each of them remembering the extraordinary couplings which continued
on after Greg had regained his strength and Jenny's cunt had stopped spasming.
Tommy of course was always ready. Mary's mothering instincts had been discarded
and for the first time in her life, she had licked a woman's pussy. And it was
her daughters. Tommy had fucked his mother in the ass again while she rode her
husband's mighty cock. And so it went till they staggered to sleep.

There was just the clink of cutlery and embarrassed coughs at the table. Greg
shifted uncomfortably in his chair. He stood up, adjusted himself, and sat down
again. He looked grumpy.

"Geez, Jenny," he began, "you nearly bit my cock off last night!"

The absurdity of it struck Tommy first and he snorted his cereal out his nose
his shoulders heaving, trying not to laugh. Jenny giggled. Mary started to
chuckle, then they were all roaring with laughter, tears rolling down their
cheeks.

"What a family!" Someone said.

@------ @------ @

About a week later, Mary wandered into the lounge where Jenny was reading.

"I've been thinking about what you said."

"What was that Mommy?" asked Jenny.

"When you asked when I first knew I was going to fuck Tommy."

"Oh"

"You said there was probably something subliminal. Something I was thinking
about all the time, without realising it."

"Yes, probably."

Mary picked up her cell phone, and smiled.

"I think I'll call your grandfather to see if he's busy this weekend."

THE END

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