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Date:         1997/04/10
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                      JEFF'S FAMILY HAREM
This is the story about how Jeff'S beautiful mother and bratty sister
become his willing sex toys, and how he comes to completely control
them.
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                         Part One
     Jeff tilted the mirror over to the left a little, silently
wishing she'd hurry up and finish her shower. 
He'd been waiting here in the hall since he'd heard the water go on
about fifteen minutes ago. 
     The water went off and he slid the mirror back a little. He
remembered a few months ago, when he'd been so frustrated at the
thought that she was in there naked, nude, and completely invisible
to him because of this damned door. 
     He'd lain down on the floor, the side of his head flat on the
rug as he tried to peer in through the little one inch crack
beneath the bathroom door. He hadn't been able to see anything but
her feet of course.
     Then he'd thought of the mirror. Now he could see the entire
inside of the room, or any room for that matter. 
     The curtain slid open and there she was, wet and naked, her
body glistening in the bright bathroom light. Her hair darkened and
plastered to her head. She reached up for the towel hanging from
the shower rod and pulled it down over her head.
     She leaned forward as she dried her hair, her breasts dropping
down with gravity. He sighed as he watched them. God, they were
beautiful. She was beautiful. He felt his prick hardening as he
watched her. His body trembled slightly in excitement.
     She straightened up, her hand fumbling with the towel on her
head. He suppressed a groan as her figure was so perfectly outlined
and displayed. She was barely ten feet from him, and she had no
idea he was even here.
     There was just something so deliciously exciting about seeing
her like this, when she thought she was alone and in private. 
     She pulled the towel from her hair, leaving a bedraggled mess
behind, and ran the fluffy white thing down around her back and
shoulders, then across her chest. The malleable white cones were
mashed, their perfect round forms changed, distorted, giving
evidence of how pliable and soft they were.
     She put a foot up on the side of the tub and slid the towel up
and down her leg, then did the same with the other. She rubbed the
towel between her legs, drying off her groin. Finally, she stepped
out of the tub, turning to throw the towel back up on the rod.
     Her body stretched out and up as she tried to fling it across,
she wasn't very tall, in fact, soaking wet and naked, she probably
wasn't more than five feet tall. Her watched those sweet little ass
cheeks as she stepped on her toes, finally getting the towel across
the bar.
     She turned again toward him, and his cock pulsed as he took in
her entire figure at once. Fuck, he thought. Fuck, she had a
fantastic body. Jeff had never seen a naked woman before really,
aside from pictures and movies. 
     He wasn't a virgin of course, not being the quarterback of the
school's football team, but the girls he'd fucked had been in
darkness, half folded up and bent over in the back of his car. He'd
never actually seen one naked in the light before, not like this.
     Her breasts were so perfect, so big, so white and round. She
had tiny little red nipples directly in the middle of each tit, and
they made his mouth water. He pressed himself harder against the
wall to still his trembling. He was more excited watching her like
this than when he was about to fuck one of those whores at school.
     She started to walk toward the door and he pulled the mirror
back slightly, just in case she should look down and see it there
peeking in. He watched her feet until she turned sideways. She was
at the counter now, right beside the door, looking in the mirror.
     He slid the mirror forward, each little movement brought more
of her body into view. The mirror image slid up her legs to her
thighs, and her rounded buttocks. He watched as she bent forward
against the counter, and he got a perfect, straight up shot of her
pussy slit.
     She sat sideways on the counter, her feet coming off the
floor. He eased the mirror forward again, until he could bring the
mirror into view. Her back was toward him but he could see her
chest and face in the mirror. 
     She picked up the hair dryer and a brush and began doing her
hair. He panned the mirror up and down, sliding it down over her
ass and then up to her image in the mirror. She must be the most
gorgeous woman in the world, he sighed. His body trembled again, as
if in agreement.
     Her hair seemed to change color as she dried it, lightening
into its usual golden blonde, spreading out around her head in a
perfect little circle. Her hair was short, just reaching her
shoulders in back, shorter at the sides. It framed a face that
was... was.... adorable, he thought, heart shaped, with big blue
eyes, a tiny snub nose.
     She turned her body slightly, bringing her knees up to her
chest as she finished drying her hair and set down the machine. She
was examining her skin right up near the mirror. Being so short,
she seemed to find it easier to squat on the countertop to do it.
     He was looking up from right beneath her ass, and could see
the little winking asshole, and her narrow cuntslit, pulled
slightly apart because of her position.      His cock pulsed and
throbbed, his breathing getting ragged. He could imagine his cock,
hard and red, slicing between the soft folds of those pussy lips
and driving deep up into her body.
     She dropped back to the floor, pulling a jar of cream from the
counter. She put some on her hand and began rubbing it across her
face, moving her hand in slow little circles. She dipped her
fingers into the jar again and pulled out some more cream, rubbing
it across her breasts.
     He held his breath as she rubbed across her right breast, the
fingers sliding in little strokes around the nipple, and down
beneath the rounded orb. Oh My God, he thought, would I ever like
to do that!
     Then she was finished apparently. She walked away from the
counter and over to the wall where her clothes were. She pulled on
a pair of bikini panties and then shrugged a short blue football
jersey over her narrow shoulders.
     The jersey came down to mid-thigh. It's color set off her hair
beautifully. He loved that jersey: She looked so damn cute in it.
Didn't she know what she did to him when she wore it? 
     He scrambled backward along the rug and into his room, closing
the door just before she came out of the bathroom. 
     He locked it and collapsed back against it, shaking slightly.
He heard her footsteps pass his door, then pause and come back.
There was a gentle tap on the door.
     "Jeff?"
     Shit!
     "Jeff?" She knocked again.
     "Y...yeah?"
     "Open the door, honey."
     He took a deep breath and swung it open a foot or so, hiding
his lower body and his bulging erection from her.
     She looked up at him and smiled.
     "What do you want for dinner?'
     "Uh... ah... I don't care."
     "You sure? Paige wants spaghetti again."
     "That's okay."
     "Okay then. Are you all right?"
     "Yeah Mom, I'm fine."
She nodded, then turned away. He followed her with his eyes as she
went into her room and the closed the door.
     He swung his door closed again and then took out his raging
hard-on, holding it in his fist. He only had to squeeze once before
it exploded, spraying white jism onto the wall.
     He sat at the kitchen table, watching her work at the counter.
She was still wearing just the football jersey, and he had a hard
time concentrating on the little TV on the table as she moved
around in front of him.
     She turned off the stove under the spaghetti, and grabbed at
the handle to lift it off. Jeff sprang up and moved over to the
stove.
     "I'll do that Mom." he offered.
     "I can do it honey."
     "No, it's okay." He grabbed up the heavy pot and walked it to
the sink.
     "Wait till I get the strainer." she said.
     She pulled one from under the counter and held it over the pot
as he poured the hot water down into the sink. Steam hissed up
until the boiling water disappeared down the drain. He put the pot
back on the counter and went back to the table.
     You're a fucking pervert, he thought to himself. How can you
want to fuck your own mother so bad? True, she was gorgeous, and
adorably cute. Maybe it was because she was so small and delicate.
It was hard to consider her very parental, especially when he
towered over her. 
     It wasn't just her size. She was so guileless and docile, so
easygoing and just plain friendly. Everybody liked her: His friends
loved her. She wasn't much of a disciplinarian either. 
     He worried about her in the same way that a parent would worry
about his kids. He was always afraid she'd be taken advantage of by
some creep. It had happened more than once, starting with his own
crummy father who'd made her pregnant at sixteen, then left. 
     Maybe that was part of it too. She was so young, and looked
even younger. He shook his head in resignation. He should be
looking out for her, not figuring how to use her body like those
other men.
     She'd married shortly after his Dad had gone, got pregnant,
and then been widowed within a month. It was crummy that such a
sweet person should have such rotten luck.
     The front door banged and Paige tromped into the kitchen,
throwing her bag on the floor beside the table. Jeff looked up at
her in irritation. 
     She dropped heavily into the chair across from him and then
seeing him looking at her, stuck her tongue out at him. What a
brat.
     "Ready for dinner?" 
     "Yeah, no sweat Allyson." she sighed.
     "Don't call me Allyson, Paige. I've told you that before."
     "Yeah, right." the brat said..
     "I mean it."
     Paige sighed heavily, much put upon.
     Allyson put a plate of spaghetti in front of Jeff and went
back for another.
     "How come he gets to eat first?" Paige whined.
     "We eat in order of importance. You're last." he mumbled
through his food.
     "Fuck you jock." she snarled.
     "Watch your language Paige." Allyson said.
     "You hate jocks so much, how come you're always hanging around
the field?"
     "Am not."
     "Are too."
     "Am not!"
     "Children." ALlyson sighed.
She dropped a plate in front of Paige and then put a third down at
her place and sat down.
     "What did you do at school today honey?" she asked.
Paige rolled her eyes skyward.
     "Nothing." she said.
     "Found out what happens when she bends over a bench in front
of Mark Summers and lifts her skirt." Jeff smirked.
     "Fuck you, you liar." she yelled.
     "Paige don't curse like that." Allyson demanded.
     "Jeff don't say things like that about your sister."
     "Okay, I take it back. She only wishes she'd done that."
     "Eat shit."
     "Up yours."
     "Will you two please stop that at the table."
     She glared at both of them and they finally quieted down. She
sighed and went back to her meal. It was hard to control the two of
them nowadays. Luckily, they were both good kids. They'd both
turned out all right, even without any fathers around.
     Jeff was in his last year in high school, and with even the
slightest hint of luck, would get a full scholarship to one of the
big ten colleges next year. She always worried about him playing,
knowing there were huge behemoths trying to jump on top of him all
the time, but he loved the game and she'd been unable to talk him
out of it.
     He took after his father thankfully. He was well over six feet
tall, with broad shoulders and dark brown hair. His face was a
combination of hers and Mike's, being both strong and handsome.
     Paige was a little on the sharp tongued side, but still a nice
girl. Anyway, Allyson was glad of the girl's spunk and spirit. She
wished she'd been like that when she was her age. She wished she
was like that now. 
     Paige looked more like her than her Dad. She had the same
delicate features, with strawberry blonde hair and blue eyes. She
was taller though, which was another reason to give thanks. 
     It was a pain being short. People tended to look down on you
in more ways than one. Allyson was sure she would have had more
confidence if she'd been taller growing up, and not always the
shrimp of the group.
     "I'm staying over at Julie's tonight." Paige announced
suddenly.
     "Paige, it's a schoolnight. You know you're not supposed to
stay out on schoolnights."
Paige rolled her eyes again.
     "We're going to be studying for an algebra test tomorrow
okay?"
     "I don't know..."
     "You can call her fucking parents."
     "Would you watch your language please, young lady."
     "Young lady? That's a laugh." Jeff sneered.
     "Why don't you go fuck yourself?"
     "Jeff, please stay out of this."
He shrugged.
     "All right, I'll call her parents, but you better do well in
the test."
Paige smirked. She'd already taken the test today, what a laugh.
     "I feel funny." Paige complained.
     "That's okay. Wait a minute and it'll get even funnier." Dave
smirked.
     She shook her head a little as her vision blurred slightly,
and colors shifted. Her skin seemed to tingle, and her stomach
fluttered.
     The were in Dave's living room. His parents had gone for the
evening. She thought her was tremendously cute, and was flattered
that a senior would take an interest in her. 
     She sipped on the cola, hoping to cool off her suddenly hot
skin.
     "I feel warm," she sighed.
     "Me too babe." he grinned.
     He pulled her closer, his arm around her back sliding around
in front to cup her left breast through her t-shirt. His other hand
squeezed her right breast as he nuzzled her throat and kissed and
licked at her warm skin.
     She was fluttering her head around like a curious bird. He
wondered if the pill would react wrong with the booze she was
drinking It was hard to calculate how the drug affected different
people. He was pretty sure nothing would happen to her though, he'd
taken them so often, he was practically immune to them now.
     He pulled her shirt out of the jeans she was wearing, then
lifted it up over her breasts. He squeezed both her tits in the
little bra, then unclipped it and let the two sides fall apart.
     "You got nice tits Paige."
     "Uhh huuuuhhhhmmmm?"
He held her right breast, squeezing it out and then kissed and
sucked on her nipple. He drew it into his mouth and chewed lightly
as his free hand unsnapped her jeans.
     He pulled the zipper down, then shoved his hand in, and pushed
the jeans down off her hips as she giggled stupidly. He moved his
face against hers, touching her lips briefly, then with more heat.
He slid his tongue against her lips, then pushed inside.
     She responded, her tongue twirling with his, moving into his
mouth as his hand slid into her panties.
She spread her legs apart as his fingers moved downward through her
tangled pubic hair. 
     He felt her hot little slit and his heart hammered with lust.
Hot little slut, he thought.
     His hand grabbed at the waistband of her panties, jerked
downward, pulling them over her hips. He shoved her pants and
panties down her legs to her knees, then pulled away from her mouth
and put both hands on the jeans, drawing them and the panties down
her legs and off.
     She fell backward on the couch, giggling still and shaking her
head. Dave licked his lips as he beheld that pretty little pussy,
all spread out for him.
     He grabbed her leg, pulled her sideways on the couch, and then
spread both legs far apart. Paige didn't resist or do much of
anything, except sigh and blink her eyes.
     He lay down next to her, pulling his own pants down. They
kissed again, his hand sliding up and down her tight little body,
moving roughly over her rounded titties, pinching her nipples and
then twisting them a little.
His mouth moved down onto her right nipple again, sucking and
chewing it hard.
     His hand was between her legs, rubbing and squeezing her
cuntmound. He searched for her clitty, his fingers seizing the
little flap of skin and rubbing it between them. Paige jerked her
hips upward and grunted in surprise and pleasure.
     "Like that babe?" he grinned.
     "Mmmmmmmm." she sighed.
     He rubbed her clitty some more, kissing her cheek, then her
lips again. Paige squirmed and he rolled onto her, pulling her legs
further apart as he poised his hard cock at her entrance.
     "Gonna fuck you good babe." he groaned.
He rubbed his cockhead up and down her slit, pressing firmly. He
found her channel and jammed forward, making her grunt with pain. 
     His cockhead pushed into her, spreading her cuntlips apart as
he applied more pressure.
     "H...hurts." she mumbled.
     "Don't worry baby, It'll be fine soon." he grunted.
He pushed harder, forcing her cunt open. His prick slid into her,
the cockhead passing her lips and moving into the entrance of her
cunt tube.
     "Mmrrawmmmmm." she complained, trying to throw him off.
     He shoved his hips forward, pushing her fluttering hands back
above her head and holding the two of them together with one hand.
His cock slid deeper into her body, encountering her cherry. He
grunted when he realized what it was, then grinned. He might've
known she'd be a fuckin' cherry.
     He pushed harder, then pulled back slightly. He threw his hips
down then, jamming his prickhead against her cherry, which bowed
inward, then tore suddenly. Paige whined and jerked against him. 
     He pushed down again, sliding down her cunt three or four more
inches. 
     "Almost there babe," he told the whimpering girl.
     He pulled back, then humped down again, his cock sliding deep
into her chamber, down to the bottom of her fuck box. He groaned
and lay atop her unmoving, his cock buried in her belly.
     "Oh yeah," he sighed, feeling her soft cunt spasming around
his cockshaft. 
     He kissed her again, his free hand sliding up and down across
her titties. "Nice and tight babe." he sighed.
     He abandoned his hold on her wrists, both his hands going
under her and enveloping her legs above the knees. He picked them
up and let them rest against his chest and shoulders. His ass rose
slowly, then fell, then rose slowly and fell.
     He started to get into a good rhythm, fucking his cock down
into her tight sheath with regular, even strokes. He liked to pull
his prong all the way up so his cockhead was just inside her, then
slide it down full into her fuck hole again.
     His chest pressed against her legs, making them rise and fall
with him, pressing them into her swelling tits. Her face looked
upward in confusion, eyes wide.
     His hands sized her breasts, squeezing them tight as he picked
up the pace. He moved quickly, feeling his balls tingle, and his
cock pulse.    He was going to cum, he knew. He shoved his cock
balls deep, then began fucking furiously in tight fast strokes,
mashing his cockhead against the bottom of her pit.    
     Then he came, driving himself fully into her, and letting his
cum spew out, the hot sticky juice shooting
out in a rapid series of spurts.
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                          Part Two
     Jeff watched in the mirror as she bent over her bureau and
searched in her underwear drawer. He sighed as her ass cheeks and
pussy were displayed for his inspection. Then she straightened a
pair of panties, or rather, the female version of jockey shorts in
her hand.
     They were bright red, with a white elastic on top. Oh, it was
one of the string bikinis. She looked so fucking fantastic, he
thought, as she drew them up her legs and slid them tight around
her crotch and ass.
     She pulled on a matching halter top, then sat down on the rug.
His breathing quickened: She was going to exercise!
     He watched avidly as she began doing sit ups, then turned onto
her stomach to do some pushups. She got up then and moved to the
TV, turning on the VCR to some Aerobics junk. He was in seventh
heaven as she began bouncing and moving to the music.
     Then she moved a few feet over and disappeared from view. He
cursed silently, hoping she'd move back. His view of her room
wasn't as total as he'd like. Her bed blocked out fully half the
room, and of course, he couldn't see what went on in her bed from
this angle.
     He glared at the mirror, thinking of some way to solve this
problem. He'd long considered drilling a hole in the wall that
separated their rooms, but couldn't figure how to conceal it.
     His eyes flicked upward to the ceiling. Maybe if he drilled a
small one through from the attic, she wouldn't notice it. Nobody
ever looked up at the roof anyway. If it was clean and neat, maybe
in a corner.. He'd have to look into that.
     He parked the car in his normal spot, waving to a couple of
guys passing by. As quarterback, not to mention, a senior, he had
certain privileges, one of which was to park his car in a reserved
space every day.
     He went in through the gym entrance, and made his way down to
the locker room. 
     "Hey man." Mark grinned.
     "Hi."
     "How ya doin'?" John called.
     "Okay."
     "How you and that little sophomore do the other night?" he
asked Mark.
Mark grinned, and leered at him.
     "Tasty little morsel, man. You got to get a piece of that."
     "Yeah, well, I'm after Meghan Donnely."
     "That the one with the humongous knockers?"
He nodded.
     "You shoulda stayed with Susan. How can you beat regular pussy
every night?"
     "I got bored with her."
     "Fuck me. He got bored." John said in disgust.
     "You fuck her." Jeff offered.
     "Anytime man."
     "Know who I'd like to do?" Phil Edumd asked, dumping his stuff
on the floor and opening his locker.
     "No Phil, who'd you like to do?" Mark taunted.
     "That Kelly girl, the new cheerleader."
     "Shit, she's a fuckin' frosh. She's probably about fourteen."
Mark complained.
     "She's got the best fuckin' body in school man." Phil replied.
     "No way."
     "Uh huh."
     "Donna Zachary's got the best bod." John said.
     "She's okay."
     "Know who's got a great little bod?" Steve said, sidling up to
them.
Mark, and Phil looked up at him.
     "Your sister man. Paige." he smirked at Jeff.
The others diplomatically didn't comment on that.
Jeff looked up in irritation. Hunter was always trying to get a
rise out of him.
     "Fuck you man."
     "No really. She's a nine easily, maybe more."
     All of them analyzed the words carefully. According to the
unwritten, but well known code, a guy would always put down his
sister, especially a little sister, but nobody else could. On the
other hand, there were certain things that couldn't be said in
praise of a sister, by anyone.
     Hunter hadn't said anything that was really out of line. He
hadn't used the kind of descriptions that could be taken as
hostile, yet. Sisters, even if you considered them pains in the
ass, as Jeff did Paige, had to be defended from crude language, or
else the brother risked being branded a wimp.
     "She's got great hair, and a cute little face." Hunter
continued, using up the only real bodily descriptions that didn't
demand physical retaliation.
     "She's smart too."
     "She's a dumb little bitch." Jeff scowled.
     "And she's got these nice, firm, round little titties." Hunter
leered.
Jeff's face went flat and he moved toward Hunter.
     "Whoa, whoa! All right you guys hold it!" Mark interposed
himself between them.
     "You looking to die Hunter?" Jeff glared.
     "Hey, what'd I say?" he shrugged.
     "Get the fuck out of here Hunter, before we make you eat your
own jockstrap." John barked.
Jeff was trying to get around Mark, who kept shoving him back like
the blocker he was.
     "Not in here man, get him later. You fight in here, Coach will
have to suspend you for a game." Phil hissed.
Hunter sauntered away, rounding the corner of the lockers.
     "What's with that little asshole?" He flared.
     "I don't know. He's Pissed off at something."
     "He's gonna be pissed off with a broken jaw the next time he
opens his lip to me."
     Allyson slid the panties down her legs and then kicked them
off. She stood before the mirror naked, evaluating her figure. Not
bad, she thought. It hardly looked like the body of a woman with
two teenage kids.
     She turned sideways to see herself in profile. Her breasts
stuck out straight and proud on her chest, not sagging at all. She
stood straight, pushing her chest out and running her hand down her
chest and over her flat belly.
     No, not bad at all.
Almost unconsciously, her hand strayed lower, sliding down across
her abdomen, and into the thin line of pubic hair at her crotch.
God, it had been so long since she'd had a man, she sighed.
     It wasn't like she didn't have offers aplenty. She had come to
fear her own weakness around men though, to fear the way she let
them dominate her life completely. She hadn't accepted many dates
in the last few years, afraid of being used, and thrown aside
again, as she'd been several times since Max's death.
     Her hand slid lower, sliding between her legs and under her
pubic mound. She cupped the soft, pliable material, pressing her
fingers upward, and experiencing the sudden warm burst of sexual
heat that swept through her as she did.
     That was part of it, she knew. When it came to sex, she was
easily used. She gave in to whatever men wanted, just to experience
that hot, glowing burst of sensations from between her legs. Some
of the things she'd allowed them to do could still make her blush
when she thought about them.
     She'd allowed herself to be drawn into one relationship that
had gotten heavily into bondage and masochism, not really enjoying
much of that, but unwilling to fight against it. 
     You're just weak willed, she sighed.
She went over to the bed and sat on the edge, then lay back, her
legs apart. 
     Her hand slid down between her legs again, her fingers sliding
up and down her slit, feeling the warmth there. She could sense her
body responding, feel the fluttering in her belly as her passions
ignited. 
     She found her clit, and began rubbing it with her finger. She
pulled her hand upward, slid the digit into her mouth, wetting it
with her saliva. She eased it back against her clit, sliding it
back and forth across the little hard bud.
     She groaned audibly as the fluttering in her lower belly
turned into hard, hot churning violence. Her hips bucked upward in
response.
     Her other hand slid up and down her belly, then moved upward
to her breasts, sliding around and around her right nipple before
seizing it between wet fingers and rubbing it back and forth.
     Her breathing quickened and she felt the wetness begin to leak
out of her slit, moistening the fingers working over it. Her ass
ground into the bed, and her legs splayed far apart as she
straightened two fingers and slid them deep into her hole.
     She whined, feeling the heat building higher and higher inside
her. Her clit was buzzing and burning as she pumped the fingers in
and out of her slit, rubbing her thumb back and forth across the
clitty as she did.
     She arched her back, shoving her fingers hard into her pussy,
and digging her thumb against the clit. She seized as much of her
breast meat as she could in her other hand and squeezed, feeling
hot, electric tension multiply inside her as she did so, feeling
her warm, soft flesh oozing out between and around her small
fingers.
     She added a third finger to her slit, stabbing them in and out
quickly now as her passion mounted. Her thumb dug deeply into her
flesh as it rasped across her clitty. She kneaded, and squeezed her
breast meat, mashing the spongy material, driving her whole body
into a frenzy of lust.
     Then her back arched once more, her chest going higher, her
legs spreading wider. Her eyes rolled back in her head as her mouth
opened in a soundless cry of exultation. She came furiously, her
vision spinning, blurring, her body jerking, and shuddering beneath
the onslaught of orgiastic sensations.
     Then she collapsed flat on the bed, her hands still, three
fingers still buried in her twat. Her mind slowly calmed down, as
her body cooled. Her breathing slowed, returned to normal. Her
fingers pulled loose of her slit, her hand and arms dropping flat
on the bed, straight out to either side of her weary body.
     Jeff continued to squeeze the last of his sperm out the little
hole at the tip of his cock. His body was still shivering with
excitement as he watched his Mom's now unmoving form on the bed.
     It was the most... the absolute best... His body trembled
again, and he squeezed his softening prong. 
     He was in her closet, pressed against a crack between the door
and the frame, not three feet behind her. He hadn't intended to see
this, though he'd dreamed about it. He was simply looking through
her closet when he'd heard her come down the hall. He'd jumped in
and closed the door to avoid getting caught and having to think up
excuses.
     He hadn't believed his luck when she'd stripped and started
looking at herself in the mirror. When she'd started playing with
herself, he'd thought he'd been dreaming. His prick had bloated out
instantly, and he'd come against the wall twice now.
     He'd never thought of his Mom as having sexual thoughts. That
was stupid, he now realized. She was still young, why shouldn't he.
He'd thought about her as a kind of chaste little innocent. Now he
wondered what else she did without him knowing. Did she meet men in
bars and go home with them for the evening?
     No. He shook his head. That was stupid. She was here every
evening and every night. If she was having affairs, it was in the
daytime. He didn't think so though.
     His stupid fantasies about her took on new light to him with
the realization that she like, craved sex, just as he did. If she
wasn't getting any, maybe... maybe...
     He began to be more and more affected by her now. Several
times, he'd gotten a hard-on right near her, just by looking at
her. He thought about that body all the time. He couldn't escape
it, couldn't think of anything else but the need to possess her.
     Two nights later, he was parked over on pierpoint road with
Meghan Donnely. His left hand was up under her sweater, squeezing
bare tit as they kissed heavily. His passions were boiling and
bubbling. 
     It wasn't just the feel of Meghan's soft skin against his hand
that excited him. He was thinking about getting his Mom here, about
doing this to her, about her moaning and sighing like Meghan was.
     His erection was a hot, hard spear between his legs. It was
shoving against his jeans with enough force to tear the fabric. He
unsnapped them, then lowered the zipper.
     His hand sized Meghan's, pulled it easily across to his lap
and pushed it down his pants onto his hard, throbbing meat. She'd
gasped in surprise when she'd felt it, and tried to pull back, but
he wouldn't let her, pushing her hand down deeper, until she'd
reluctantly closed her fingers around the hot prick and squeezed.
     That was all it took too. His cock exploded, throwing him back
against the seatback as his body shuddered and shook in climax.
     Meghan had been both repulsed and flattered that he'd gotten
so hot on account of her. It made her feel flattered and important.
It also, of course, made her hot.
     When he'd rolled onto her, pulled her sweater up over her
chest and fastened his mouth around her naked breast, she hadn't
pushed him away. Her own passions were heating up quickly in the
dark steamy car. His hand slipped into her pants, down over her
abdomen to her pussy.
     Her normal instinct to slap it away was suborned by her
emotional excitement and sexual heat, as well as by the confusion
in her mind caused by the strange question: How can I not let him
put his hand down my pants and feel me when I've just had my hand
down his pants and felt him? Ignored was the obvious; that he'd
forced her hand down his pants. She was too confused for that.
     His hand reached her groin, and that little hole at the center
of her crotch. His fingers pressed roughly into it, and rubbed hard
across her clit. A sudden stabbing shock of sexual heat burned
through her belly all the way to her spine.
     His big hand shoved down on her pants, pushing them lower as
he stabbed his tongue between her lips. His other hand was jerking
on his own pants, trying to get them lower. They groaned and rolled
together in the cramped back seat.
     His cock sprang free and pushed against her naked belly. She
felt it with the shock of an electric wire, and her eyes stared
down into the darkness, trying to spy the hot hard organ.
     He got her pants over her ankle and jerked her left leg apart
and up onto the back of the seat.
"W... wait!" she gasped.
He crushed her into the seat as he positioned his body firmly
between her legs. His hand gripped his shaft, positioning it at the
center of her slit.
"S... stop... Jeff... ungh... no."
     She wasn't ready for this. It was only her first date with him
after all. But there was no stopping him. He was in position, his
cockhead rubbing against her oily slit. He ignored her feeble
attempts to push him off and shoved down with his groin, driving
his cockhead through her pussy lips and into her cunt.
     She gasped and writhed franticly for a couple of seconds, then
stopped, accepting the inevitable. His cock slid downward, moving
further into her body as she dropped her hands back onto the seat
above her head and closed her eyes.
     Jeff jammed the last few inches of his fat cock down her silky
smooth cunt tunnel, burying himself fully in her warm depths. His
hands were at her hair and breasts, stroking and squeezing her
titties as he drew her head up to his.
     His mouth locked tightly against hers and their tongues
intertwined, sliding and dancing together, first in her mouth, then
back in his, then in hers once more. His cock was buried in her,
unmoving as he revelled in the soft heat of her belly.
     Then he pumped slightly, jerking his body on the seat. She
grunted in response. He pulled upward, then sank back down. Seconds
later he began stroking in earnest, sliding his oversized fuck tool
down her cunt chute with steady, irresistible rhythm.
     His prick moved easily within her as his muscular ass rose and
fell atop her. His hands seized her sweater, folded under her arms,
and pulled it up, removing it entirely. She groaned, in heated
confusion as he slipped her bra straps off and she was stripped
totally.
     Her legs closed around his back and her arms slid around his
neck as she latched her mouth against his and humped upward. 
     Jeff pulled back, his arms around her waist dragging her with
him until they were both upright on the seat. Her legs and arms
were still around him and her breasts pushed into his shirt as she
ground her crotch down on his cock. 
     His hands squeezed and kneaded the soft skin of her buttocks,
sliding over the cheeks, and up and down the narrow valley between
them.
     In his mind, his hands moved over the perfect rounded cheeks
of his mother, and the rounded breasts pressed against him were
hers. 
     Meghan began bouncing atop his lap, her cunt sliding up and
down the length of his stiff cock as he began rutting up into her
with equal force. His prick was pounding into her with almost
painful force, drawing little groans and cries from her soft lips.
     Her clitty was being rasped and crushed by his cock as their
fucking speed increased.
     Jeff dropped forward onto the seat again, all but squashing
the girl beneath him, jamming his prick balls deep in her fiery
cunt pit. He grabbed her legs from around his back, throwing them
up on his shoulders and hammering his groin into her crotch.
     His cock was a triphammer pistoning into the tightness of her
moist crotch hole. Her taut buttocks were bruised and battered by
the force of his lunging, fuckstrokes, beaten down by his
powerfully muscled hips.
     Meghan gasped in dazed excitement. She was squashed, bent up
and folded down into the yielding seat. Her body smashed repeatedly
by the heavy mass of his powerful plunging body.
     Her cunt was like a hot, wet, sparkling electric outlet,
shooting harsh jagged bolts of sexual ecstasy deep into her belly.
Scalding heat flooded through her torso, submerging all of her
senses as she began shivering and quaking in the prelude to
ultimate release.
     Her head throbbed, and her breath caught as that furious
fucking tool pounded down into her crotch, rutting, and churning in
her abdomen, ripping up and down her tight, elastic tunnel.
     Then she came, losing all sense of reality as her body spasmed
and shuddered in the grip of an all consuming orgasm. Her mind
soared higher and higher, then floated slowly down in satiated
contentment. 
     Jeff's prick continued to slam into her for long seconds,
driving through the spasming quaking depths of her insides until it
too pulsed and exploded, sending hot waves of sexual release
through him. His balls sprayed semen down his cock, shooting wads
deep into her.
     He collapsed atop her, laying there as the both of them caught
their breath.
     He had already dropped Meghan off at her house and was driving
home. His eyes gazed idly out the windows at the sidewalks as he
drove down the quiet street. There ahead was a hot looking brunette
in a tiny miniskirt. His eyes locked on her as he passed, then
moved to the rear view mirror to admire her front side.
     He turned onto Jefferson, spotted a group of kids ahead. Two
were males, which he completely ignored, two were female. His eyes
focused on both as he approached, drifted off the brunette wearing
a loose skirt, and onto the blonde wearing tight, tight, blue
jeans.
     She had an incredible ass, tight, round, perfect cheeks hugged
tightly by the faded denim. She was wearing a matching jean jacket,
her long hair cascading over the collar and down her back. 
     Just as he passed, one of the guys slid a hand around her
waist, then down onto her ass. 
Lucky fucker, her grinned. 
His eyes moved to the mirror, and a shock ran through his system.
The blonde was Paige. He stopped the sudden urge to stomp on the
brakes, continuing on for a block before pulling over.
     Who the fuck was that bastard with her?
He watched the group as they approached, recognizing the narrow
face and long hair as that of Dave Connors, a notorious pill popper
from school. He had a couple of classes with Connors, and thought
he was a dumb fucking asshole.
     He waited till they were beside his car, and honked the horn,
bending low to look through the side window. Connors recognized
him, jerking his hand away from Paige's ass. Paige rolled her eyes
skyward, then slouched over to the car.
     "Shouldn't you have been home about two hours ago?" he
demanded.
     "What are you, my Mother?"
     "Get in the car."
     "Fuck off Jeff, I'm going home soon anyway."
Connors was diplomatically staying back away from the car.
Jeff lowered his voice so only she could hear it.
     "You get your little ass in the car or I'm gonna come out
there and break Connors hand off."
Her eyes narrowed, and she glared at him angrily.
     "I'll do it." he warned.
     "You think you're so fucking tough." she hissed.
     "Uh huh."
She turned to the others.
     "I gotta go." she snarled.
She tore open the door and dropped into the seat, glaring ahead as
the car shot forward.
     "Fucking bully." she hissed.
     "Fucking slut." he replied.
     "Eat shit."
     "You want to tell me what you're doing with a fucking doper
like Connors?"
     "None of your business!"
     "I don't want you hanging around with him. He's bad news."
     "I'll hang around with whoever I fucking want to."
     "No you won't." he grinned tightly.
     "Try and stop me."
     "Don't think I can? I can put the word out at school that
anyone who goes near you dies. How'd you like that?"
She shook her head in anger.
     "You fucking jocks all think you're so tough!"
     "What do you want with that prick anyway? Are you doing
drugs?"
     "No I'm not doing drugs." she snarled.
     "Are you fucking him?"
     "Fuck off."
     "Listen you little bitch. You might be able to pull your shit
with Mom, but you ain't going to with me!"
     "Oh yeah, right. Mr. Brilliant."
     "You're a spoiled little cunt. You know that?"
     "Oh just piss off." she humphed.
                        
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                        Part Three
     The next day at school, he put some feelers out about Paige
and Connors. It didn't take long to get something back.
     "You sure you want to hear this?" Devon asked warily.
Jeff glared down at him. 
     "I wouldn't have asked otherwise."
     "Okay. Just remember. I'm only repeating what I've heard.
don't hit me or anything."
     "Yeah, yeah."
Devon sighed, and slumped back against the wall.
     "Okay, well, Connors been making a lot of... uh well, he said
he's been screwing her for the last couple of days."
     "Yeah, what else."
     "He's been talking real big, you know, bragging about how
she... screams and stuff. That's what he calls her you know...
Screamer."
     "She doin' drugs."
     "Connors says he's been feeding her some of those little green
pills of his. Says it makes her real happy."
     "Uh huh."
     Paige stormed through the front door, slamming it behind her.
Jeff looked up from his comic book and gazed at her mildly.
     "You fucking bastard!"
     "Yeeeeaaaaaass?" he asked, smugly.
     "You are a dirty fucking, nasty, mean bully."
     "I don't know what you're talking about."
     "You had your goon friends beat up Dave."
     "I don't know any goons."
     "You are a fucking Goon!" she yelled.
     "I didn't tell anyone to beat up anyone."
     "Oh sure!"
     "Maybe it was some junkie."
     "It was John and Phil!" 
     "Oh them. Well, they probably don't like drug dealers anymore
     than I do."
     "They told him they'd fucking kill him if he came near me
again!"
     "That was nice of them."
     "You're all a bunch of brain dead jocks!"
     "Oh fuck off Paige, before I take you across my knee and give
you a spanking."
Her eyes were bulging, and her face red. She was practically
spitting mad, but he turned back to his comic and ignored her.
     "I can go out with whoever I want!"
     "Yeah, but he can't."
     "Pig."
     "Slut."
     "Eat shit and die!"
     "Maybe I should wash your mouth out with soap too."
She stomped her foot on the rug in fury, turned and ran upstairs.
     He grinned happily.
     He turned the handle slowly and noiselessly, and pushed the
door open just wide enough to slip inside. The room was showing the
light of the pre-dawn morning as he glanced around cautiously.
     The only sound in the room was the quiet, even breathing
coming form the bed. He dropped to his knees and crawled over to
beside it, then peered over the top at her sleeping form.
     You're becoming a real professional perv' he thought.He'd
turned off the air conditioning, letting the house become
uncomfortably warm. Sure enough, she'd thrown off the covers, and
was lying there naked. She was sprawled on her back, one foot
hanging off the edge, one arm across her belly, and the other above
her head.
     His eyes feasted on her body, his body trembling at her
closeness. He knelt beside her, his eyes only a foot away from her
rounded breasts. He swallowed nervously, reaching a trembling hand
down to her. 
     His fingers touched her nipple, only slightly, just pressing
the little nubbin inward a little. He bent forward more, his head
going over her chest. Her head was pointed in the opposite
direction. He lowered his face to her proud round tittie, his
tongue moving out between his lips.
     His wet tongue slid over her nipple very lightly, turning,
twisting in slow circles. His groin pressed into the side of the
bed, and he mashed his hard prick against the wood.
     He pulled away, fighting to control his breathing. He shuffled
down the length of the bed to her crotch, and stared at her cunt.
Her legs were open and he could see her slit clearly. It looked so
beautiful from here, the hair light and crinkly, the lips pulled
inward.
     He moved forward, pressing carefully down on the bed. His face
moved into her groin, his tongue out. He touched the center of her
slit, very lightly, then ran his tongue slowly up and down the dark
depression.
     Her right leg was sprawled out to the side. He gently pulled
her left out, moving it inch by inch until her crotch was
completely open to him. His tongue slid along her slit, wetting it,
easing the path. He pushed down with more pressure, his tongue
moving easily in the narrow wet cleft.
     His fingers searched gently at the top of her pussy, locating
the clitoris. His tongue moved against it, rubbing slowly. His body
shivered with lust, tasting her sweetness. 
     He heard her groan, low in her throat, her breathing
disrupted. He stopped, his eyes studying her. Her breathing
steadied, and he bent forward again. His tongue moved along her
slit, and over her clitty again.
     He knew it was wrong, obscene, sick even, but he couldn't seem
to control himself. His tongue continued to move across her clitty.
Her body trembled lightly, shivering against him. She tried to
close her legs, but his hands were on her lower thighs, holding
them in place.
     His slid his tongue deep into her cleft, tasting the tang of
her juice. His tongue slid lightly along her buttocks and thighs,
then back over her clitty.
     She twisted in her sleep, her back arching sideways, her head
rolling. She was breathing faster, her breasts rising and falling.
His eyes watched them move, noted the stiffness of her erect
nipples.
     There was a sudden gasp as her eyes opened. She blinked
slowly, fighting off the daze of her interrupted sleep and the
throbbing heat of her belly.
     "W...wha..."
     For a second he stopped, his mind racing, but there was no
escape. The room was too bright and she'd already seen him. He
jammed his tongue against her clitty, rubbing against it with
whipping, powerful movements. His finger slid into her cleft,
driving down to the knuckle.
     "Wha... Jeff?... JEFF! Wha... What are you..."
     He pumped his finger in and out of her pussy as his tongue
rasped against her clitty.
     "S... Stop! Stooooop," she moaned.
His tongue thrashed back and forth and her ass humped up
instinctively.
     "Jeffffff... S... stop.... No!... Nooooo." she whimpered.
     She tried to pull away, to roll over, but his hands held her
firmly. She pushed feebly at his head, and he suddenly jumped back,
then dove into the bed. He was on her, his groin between her spread
legs. His bulging pecker pushing against her belly through the
fabric of his pants.
     Her wide blue eyes stared up at him in a bewildered daze. He
kissed her, his lips sliding across hers as he crushed her to the
bed.
     "Mmmphhhhhh!" she mumbled, trying to tear her head away.
     "I know you need it Mom." he gasped. "I need it too. I need
you." His hands slid over her breasts, squeezing the soft material.
"N...noooo." she grunted, trying to throw him off.
His hand slid around his shaft, holding it firmly. He pushed the
head against her wet slit and pressed down.
He felt her cuntlips pushed aside, felt them slide around his
cockhead, then felt her warm, wet insides as his cock sank deeper.
     "No Jefffff!" she sobbed.
"Yes." he groaned.
His cock slid deeper as his lips mashed against hers. His hands
were squeezing her breasts, his fingers rubbing her stiff nipples.
     His cock sank to the bottom of her fiery pit, his balls
pressing against her buttocks. He was in her! He was in her! His
cock was buried in her!
     He started pumping, fucking his cock into her with strong
pumping strokes. His mouth was sucking on her throat as she writhed
beneath him. 
"Noooooo," she whined.
     His hands slid beneath her, cupping her small, round ass
cheeks. He jerked her body up against him as he rutted into her. 
     Allyson's body was aflame with sexual fever. Her barely woken
mind was numbed by it, turning her normal waking daze into a
flustered muddle. Her hands beat feebly at him even as her body
responded to his rutting and fondling.
     His cock was sending shocking waves of sexual fire  into her
belly as it slid in and out of her tight cunt tube.
"O...Oh... God!" She was coming. She could feel the fire burning
within her, could feel the oils in her vagina bubbling and boiling
with lust. She rutted her cunt back against him, her arms sliding
around his hard, strong body.
     "Oh God Jefffff!" she groaned.
Her hands slid down his back and onto his ass cheeks. Her fingers
dug into his skin as her lips sought his.. She was rabid with lust,
utterly lost to conscious thought beyond the fulfilment of the
desperate sexual passions surging through her.
     Her tongue shot into his mouth, met his. They ground together
furiously. His cock pumped down into her, jammed balls deep. He
twisted, fell aside, rolled over with her atop him. His hands
jammed her buttocks down on his cock as he fucked up into her.
     He rolled again, turning over on top of her again. His hips
slammed down into her, sending his cock ripping down her fuck
channel. Their bodies, sweating in the heat, twisted and rolled
together in a feverish sexual dance.
     Allyson rolled atop him again, pushed herself upright. Her
small hands lay flat on his powerful chest, and she began bouncing
up and down on him. Her eyes closed and her back arched as she
shivered through a blinding orgasm.
     She fell backwards, almost. He raised his legs and her back
dropped against them, her shoulders and head curving back over the
top of his knees and her hands going back onto the bed.
     His hands slid up and down over the taut, skin of her breast,
and his fingers twisted her hard nipples. He bounced on the bed,
rutting his prong up into her, sending her hapless body jouncing
flopping atop him, and adding to the force of his fuckstrokes.
     His knees pulled back, shoving her forward onto his chest. His
hands squeezed her buttocks again as she gasped and whimpered. He
brought his ass up off the bed, driving his prong against her,
slicing between her pussy lips and pistoning into her cleft.
     She pushed herself up again, her eyes wide and frantic. His
cock hammered up into her crotch with brutal speed and power. Each
stroke brought a grunt of pleasure from her trembling lips.
     His hands tightened around her waist and he jerked her up and
down on his prick. Her cunt was a hot, steamy furnace that gripped
and sucked on his cock as he drove up into her.
     "Oh God! Oh God! Oh god!" she gasped.
Her crotch and buttocks slapped wetly down on him as she bounced.
Her tits wobbled and jiggled, and her head rolled from side to
side.
     Then her back arched again and she slammed her slushy crotch
down over his prick. Her body went rigid and her breathing stopped.
A massive orgasm rolled through her. It started in her volcano like
cunt, then flooded like lava up into her belly and chest, then
through her neck to her brain. Her limbs twisted and jerked
uncontrollably and her senses reeled.
     Jeff spewed out a white hot load of sperm. It jetted up into
the sucking cavity that enfolded his tool and seeped into her skin.
She collapsed against his chest, quivering softly.
     His arms slid around her, hugging her against him as his prong
softened within her. He pushed the hair aside from her face,
grinning up at her.
     "Uuuuunngghhh." she groaned, her eyes coming opening.
She stared at him in growing shock, then abruptly pushed against
him, trying to break free.
     "Let me go!" she demanded, in a small quavering voice.
     "Why? I like feeling you against me."
     "Jeff! Stop it! I'm your Mother! How could you... How could
I... This is wrong, it's... it's sick!"
     "I don't think so."
     "Well it is!"
     "I love you and you love me..."
     "Not like this!"
     "What's wrong with this? We both enjoyed it. It was fantastic.
You were fantastic!"
She pulled away from him, jumping up and grabbing for her robe. She
drew it on and turned toward him, her eyes wide and flustered.
     "Now... now you leave."
     He rose from the bed, standing before her naked. His body was
strong, powerful, his pectorals standing out. His hips were slim
and strong, and his semi flaccid cock hung down from his bushy
pubic hair. She averted her eyes, raising her head to stare
defiantly into his eyes.
     "You came... twice."
     "What you did was... wrong."
     "You loved it."
Her lips tightened.
     "I knew you needed a good fuck, so I gave you one."
     "You will not speak to me like that!" she sobbed.
He folded his arms around her and drew her against him, hugging her
tightly. She sobbed against his chest as he stroked her soft hair.
     He pushed her blonde head gently back and kissed her lips. At
first the kiss was soft, warm, but she returned it and his lips
pressed harder. 
     Her tongue shot out into his mouth their lips slid wetly
against each other. His hands gripped the collar of her robe and
pulled it back. It came away from her easily, dropping to the floor
as their naked bodies pressed together.
     Allyson's mind was ablaze with lust. She rubbed her lithe
white body against the powerfully muscled chest and belly of her
son, ignoring the societal prohibitions, ignoring the depravity,
eager only for the satiation of the carnal desires coursing through
her system.
     His body was hard against her, she slid her hand up and down
the large muscular chest, her eyes wide and unblinking, as if
taking in his maleness for the first time. His hands slid up and
down her back, then he moved one downwards onto her small rounded
buttocks, easily cupping both in his large hand.
     Both hands moved onto her ass, lifted her upwards off the
floor. Her legs opened wide and slid around his waist as her mouth
hungrily sought his. Her pussy was wet as it pressed against his
belly and she moaned softly.
     Allyson moved her arms around his strong, wide shoulders,
pressing herself closer to him, wanting to feel his strong muscles
against her swollen breasts and hard little nipples. 
     Jeff grabbed his cock in one hand, already it was hard again.
He pointed it upwards at the center of her womanhood, letting his
pointy cockhead touch the base of her spine, then move inward,
crossing her little asshole and then rubbing along her slit.
     "Jeff... Jeff... Jeff," she moaned.
He pushed upward, jamming the head into her tight cunt opening. She
grunted, rising upward against him, as if moving away from his
penetration. 
     Her breasts were mashed roughly against his chest as she
pressed against him. She groaned loudly as her arms weakened and
she sank downwards onto his prick. It moved upwards into her warm,
soft body, filling her with a hot, urgent need.
     She grated against him, moving her cunt around in circles,
loving the feeling of his huge organ inside her as it twisted in
her belly. She pumped her ass in and out, and up and down, her
movements quickening as her lust mounted higher and higher.
     Jeff turned toward the bed, then knelt and slowly lowered her
to her back, never taking his cock from the fiery depths of her
seething pussy. She humped upward against him even before she
touched the bed, slamming her pussy up onto that hard prong inside
her.
     Jeff's weight crushed her to the bed in a hot, passionate,
loving embrace as he began rutting into her. He could feel her twat
starting to spasm around him and he humped faster. His face pulled
back from hers and she watched her as her face contorted in
orgasmic ecstasy.
     She grunted and moaned, her head shaking from side to side.
Her body shivered against him and he pumped wildly into her to keep
her rising. Then her body arched, a sign of wildly spasming muscles
since it almost lifted his weight from the bed.
     She collapsed in exhaustion, her eyes bare slits as he lay
atop her. Her arms and legs unfolded, dropped aside onto the bed.
He kissed her cheeks, and throat, then began pumping slowly into
her once more.
     His own juices were rising and he desperately needed release
from the burning fire in his loins. He pulled her legs up onto his
shoulders and he began to fuck into her with harsh, long strokes
that sent his hips crashing into her buttocks and made the entire
bed shake.
     Her arms reached above her head, grasping the bed post as her
body was hammered by his heaving, rutting torso. She whined in pain
and pleasure, feeling her own smouldering fires reigniting and
quickly burning hot. His hips smashed down into her as he drove his
fuck tool deep into the source of his own birth.
     His hands moved down onto her chest, engulfing her wildly
jiggling titties and squeezing them repeatedly. Their bodies
bounced on the bed as he rutted franticly, his juices boiling up
and out of him. He exploded into a massive cum.
     Allyson felt his seed flooding down into her belly, scalding
her insides with its fiery heat. She groaned, and then gasped as
she was engulfed in a torrential cum, her body quaking and
shuddering uncontrollably.
     Wad after wad of sizzling white sperm jetted down into her as
his spasming cock emptied his balls into her wet, sucking pussy. 
     Then he collapsed atop her, his chest heaving with exertion.
     She lay spreadeagled beneath him, barely moving. He raised his
head wearily and kissed her on the forehead.
     Jeff turned from his locker as Phil sidled up next to him.
     "It's ten O'clock. Do you know where your sister is?" he
grinned.
     "Ha, ha," Jeff replied, unamused.
     "Do you know where she was last night then?"
Jeff frowned.
     "She was at Karen's till nine or so, then came home."
     "Well, not according to Connors. He was telling 
Dejesus how he pumped her pussy last night."
Jeff's face flattened.
     "No offence man." 
     "Sure."
     "He said he doped her with Quaaludes and him and a couple of
other guys fucked her silly, and reamed out her asshole too."
     "Where is he now?"
     "As a matter of fact, he's out back having a discussion with
Donnie."
     Jeff grinned fiercely.
     He was going over some plays for next weeks game against
Kennedy High, when there was a furious pounding at his bedroom
door.
     "Jeff! You fucker!"
He sat back in his chair and stared upward at the ceiling, then
shrugged impatiently and went to answer the door.
     Paige was standing furiously in the doorway, glaring up at him
in rage.
     "What do you want?" he sighed.
     "You fucking know what I want you cocksucker!"
     "You want me to wash your mouth out with soap right?"
     "You beat up Dave!"
     "Says who?"
     "I know it was you!"
     "Is that what he says?"
     "He can't talk! You broke his jaw!"
     "Probably a customer."
     "He is not a drug dealer!"
     "Not what I heard."
     "You are a sick, nasty, bullying bastard!"
He grabbed her by the arm and pushed her against the door, glaring
down at her.
     "You know he said him and a couple of other guys fucked you
last night?"
She faltered slightly, flushing.
     "He... wouldn't say that."
     "He's a prick. Of course he'd say that. Were you with him
yesterday night when you were supposed to be at Karen's?"
     "None of your business!"
     "He said him and them fucked you in the asshole."
     "You... you are disgusting!"
     "Then he didn't do that huh?"
She turned away in an angry huff, jerking her arm free.
     "Of course if you were taking his little pills, you wouldn't
know what happened anyway, would you?'
She turned and stared fiercely at him.
     "And what if I did fuck him?" she hissed.
"So what? Maybe I like fucking him! Maybe I like fucking a lot of
guys!"
     "Three at a time? I'd like to watch that."
     "I bet you would! You pervert!"
She stomped forward and pointed her finger at him. 
     "I can do whatever I want!"
He gazed at the finger, inches from his face, and wondered wether
to bite it.
     Instead he grabbed it, then turned her around and swatted her
twice on the behind.
She yelped in pain and shock, jumping forward as he let go of her
finger.
     "You're not going to be the school roundheels while I'm
around," he glared.
     "Fuck you!" she screamed, refusing to rub her buttocks, which
still burned with pain.
He took a sudden step forward and she bolted for her room, slamming
it behind her.
     "Spoiled bitch," he called after her.
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                        Part Four
     Allyson had been out all day. When she returned around five
o'clock, he hurried down to see her. He'd left early for practice,
and hadn't seen her since yesterday night when they'd fucked. He
was worried now about how she was reacting.
     She was wearing a heavy sweater over jeans. Her back was to
him as she unpacked some things and put them away in the cupboards.
He walked up beside her and leaned against the counter a foot away.
     She turned and glanced at him briefly before returning to her
unpacking. 
     "Hi." he said.
     "Hi."
     "Get everything done?"
She nodded.
     "How you feeling?"
     "Fine."
     "That's good."
She unpacked some more things in silence, not looking at him. Her
skin was flushed.
     "How you feel about last night?" he asked.
She faltered, then continued putting things away.
     "Forget it." she said, quietly.
     "No way I can do that, not ever."
     "Well, try."
     "Don't want to."
She stopped, and turned to him, her face set.
     "Jeff." she stopped, considering her words.
"What happened yesterday was a mistake. It shouldn't have happened.
It was my fault and it won't happen again, ever." she glared at
him.
     "Why?"
     "Why?'
He nodded.
     "Why?"
     "You know why," she hissed.
     "Nope, I don't. I liked it. You liked it. I know you came a
bunch of times."
Her skin reddened further.
     "That's not the point," she said, despairingly.
     "Look, you know why incest is supposed to be bad? It's bad
because you get two headed babies and stuff. Well, all that was
before the pill. We don't have to worry about that?" 
He frowned suddenly. 
     "You are on the pill, aren't you?"
     "That's none of your business," she said, in exasperation.
     "Is too. Anyway, I liked fucking you, and I want to do it
again, a lot."
     "Well you can't," she groaned.
"God. If anyone ever found out... What would Paige think?"
     "Who cares what that spoiled little brat thinks?"
     "I do for one," she frowned.
     "She won't find out anyway."
     "Look, we are not going to do that again, and..."
     His hand slid behind her neck, pulling her face to him, and
his mouth fastened tightly against hers. Her lips opened in
surprise as his engulfed them, and his tongue slid forward, moving
into her mouth. His other hand slid down onto her chest, squeezing
her breast as she struggled weakly against him.
     She pushed franticly on his chest, and tried to pull her head
away. She could feel her juices starting to rise, feel her pussy
instantly begin to lubricate and ignite as his hand moved over her
breast.
     She was backed against he counter with nowhere to escape as
his hungry mouth slid against hers and his hand slid down between
her legs. He cupped her crotch tightly, and a searing blaze of heat
shot up her spine. 
     Finally, she twisted away, shoving him back, and staggering
backwards.
     "J... Jeff," she gasped.
     "I know. That was dumb. Paige is upstairs after all. I'll
wait," he grinned. He turned and walked out of the kitchen, leaving
her shivering slightly. Her legs unconsciously opened and closed,
squeezing her pussy, and she caught her hand just as she was
reaching for her groin.
     When he got back to his room, his eyes opened in stunned
amazement. Bits of white paper were scattered all over the floor
from wall to wall. He leaned down and picked some up. One had a
piece of a curved arrow on it. He glanced up quickly to his desk,
and saw the playbook missing.
     "Fucking bitch," he hissed, furiously.
     He stormed out of his room and down the hall to Paige's door.
It was locked. He grinned nastily. The lock was one of those
bedroom locks meant for privacy, not keeping out burglars or
anything. It had a little hole in the middle of the doorknob and
required only a stiff piece of wire to unlock.
     He grabbed a coathanger from the closet and straightened the
end, then moved back to her door. He pushed the end of the
coathanger into the little hole and felt the knob turn under his
hand.
     He shoved the door open. Paige was standing by her bed, clad
only in a tiny pair of string bikini panties and matching half bra.
She whirled around and yelped in surprise as he stomped into the
room.
     "You think that was funny, you little slut?"
She rushed towards the closet, but he grabbed her arm, twirling her
around and dragging her to a chair. 
     He sat down and pulled the struggling her across his lap.
"You want to act like a spoiled little bitch and I'll treat you
like one," he yelled.
His hand slapped down on her upturned buttocks, making a loud
CRACK. Paige cried out in pain, her body thrashing franticly.
     He easily pinned her two small hands together and brought his
hand down on her ass again, and again, and again, and again.
     Paige squalled and shrieked and cursed as his hand repeatedly
came down on her quickly reddening buttocks. Her tiny bikini
panties were no protection at all as his big hand continued to
assault her tender ass cheeks.
     She was both furious and mortified, not to mention in pain
from his whacking hand. There was nothing she could do about it
though. She felt her ass burn hotter and hotter as he continued to
spank her harshly. She knew it must be red as an apple now. It felt
like it was glowing with heat.
     Jeff gave her a few more spanks. Her small panties had pulled
up between her asscheeks, leaving them mostly bare. He saw how red
they were and figured that was enough. He dumped her on the floor
and stood up, pointing his finger at her.
"You behave like a child again and you'll get more of the same," he
warned.
     "Bastard," she half sobbed.
He turned and left. The door slammed shut behind him.
     Paige glared furiously at the closed door, checking to make
sure it was locked this time. How could she be so fucking stupid as
to forget to lock it anyway? She was sure it had been locked.
     She stripped down her panties and turned her ass to the full
length mirror on her wall, examining herself in it. Her ass was a
bright cherry red, matching the hot ache she felt from down there.
She touched it lightly with her hand and winced slightly.
     She noticed suddenly that not all the heat was coming from
that side of her. She turned away, picking up her panties to put
them on again. Her eyes noted the dark damp spot at the center, and
she glanced down at herself in surprise. 
     She slid a hand down between her legs and slid a finger along
her slit. It came away soaking wet. She couldn't believe it, but
abruptly realized that not all the heat she was feeling was from
her ass.
     His Mom said goodnight with a kind of calm wariness, as if
expecting something from him. He replied in a nonchalant manner and
she left. He waited twenty minutes or so before going to her door. 
     It was locked. He grinned at it. Neither one of them seemed to
understand what the little hole in the knob was for and how easy it
was to get through these.
     He got his trusty hanger and went back, pushing it into the
hole and turning the knob. 
     He set it down and then pushed the door open and went through.
It was dark inside as he closed the door behind him. It wasn't too
dark to see her small white form sitting up in bed, staring at him
through wide eyes.
     He moved towards her.
     "Jeff. Go away," she breathed.
     "Not right now Mom."
     He dropped his pyjama bottoms and stood next to the bed naked.
She swallowed nervously as she looked up at his naked body. He was
outlined clearly in a shaft of moonlight that came through the
mirror. The shadowy light played across his muscular frame, making
him look like a one of those greek statues in the museum. Except
for...
     She swallowed again, and her breathing quickened. Jesus he was
big. His cock was easily ten inches and was pointing straight out
from his body, straight at her face.
     He pulled the covers away, revealing her nude form. She
scrambled backwards, sitting curled up in the far corner of the
bed. He smiled and bent forward, his hand sliding around her thing,
delicate ankle. He pulled her towards him, as she whimpered
slightly.
     He pulled her along the bed till her ass was right on the
edge, then he abandoned her leg, grabbing her wrist instead,
hauling her up to a sitting position. 
     His cock was right in front of her face, and her eyes stared
at it as if transfixed. He pushed it toward her lips, and they
slowly parted. His cockhead pressed against them, forced them wider
as it slowly slid between them.
     Allyson moaned as the cockhead moved into her mouth. She
tasted the pre-cum on the tip, and licked it. The taste sent a
shiver through her system. She began sliding her tongue up and down
the thick shaft, paying specially attention to the head.
     Her lips started to rub up and down the shaft as her head
bobbed forward and back. Her hands came up and slid up and down his
thighs, then moved around to cup and squeeze his buttocks. Her
fingers dug deep grooves in the flesh as she kneaded the skin.
     His hand was on the back of her head, tangled in her hair,
forcing her movements. He wanted her to swallow his cum and began
rutting against her face.
     He stood straight as a board, his hands both on her head,
helping her mouth engulf his big prong. His eyes closed as his cock
sang with excitement. 
     Then he felt his gut heave, felt his cock spasm, and the sperm
spray out through the end. He held her face over him as he shot his
wads into her mouth.
     "Oh yeah," he groaned. "Suck it Mom. Swallow my juice!"
His prick softened only slightly as he pulled out of her. He pulled
her up and hugged her tightly enough to make her wince in pain. His
mouth sought hers, and they kissed deeply.
     Then he pulled away, turning her around and pushing her
forward onto the bed. He  stood behind her as she knelt at the edge
of the bed. His eyes closed briefly and he sighed in wonderment at
the splendid sight of her ass displayed before him.
     "God you've got a gorgeous little ass, Mom," he groaned.
     He moved against her, taking his prick in his hand and pushing
the end against her oily cunt chute. He slid easily into her,
pushing eight inches of his cock into her crotch hole before there
was any difficulty. 
     He pulled backward, and then thrust forward once more, making
her whimper. This time all ten inches slid into her belly as she
grit her teeth to take it.
     He stood unmoving, his hips pressed to her buttocks, his balls
rubbing against her pussy lips, and his cock fully embedded in her
tight, sucking, wet sheath. He could feel her body throb around his
cock, felt the beat of her heart through her frame.
     His hands rubbed her ass cheeks, revelling in the soft, smooth
warmth. He moved his hands upward along her back to her shoulders,
then down along her sides. He moved them beneath her to cup her
hanging titties, kneading the fleshy bags of meat as she sighed in
pleasure.
     His hips pulled backward, and two, four, six, then eight
inches of cock meat slid out of her round hole. He held still,
examining the slit wrapped around his prick, watching where their
bodies were joined.
     He pushed forward, easing his cock back into her, watching as
inch after inch disappeared into that dark hole, until his hips 
were pressing against her once more.
     He slid in and out of her with long, easy strokes. He was
unhurried, enjoying the slow, measured fuck. His hands continued to
slide over her body, stroking her silky skin. 
     At first she knelt there unmoving. Then as her belly started
to churn and her crotch ached with rasping need, she began shoving
her ass back to meet his strokes.
     "You need it don't you? You need a stiff cock don't you baby,"
he groaned.
     He picked up the pace, thrusting into her with more force and
speed. Her cunt was snapping and sucking at his cock as it drove
through the slick, oiled tunnel. She began to moan quietly as they
rutted.
     His hand slid down under her belly and between her legs. He
pushed on her clitty, holding it against his prick as he pumped
into her with a short, sawing grind.
She yelped and then shuddered. She dropped her face forward onto
the bed, and her hands came down onto her breasts, squeezing them
tightly.
     She gurgled in pleasure as she came. Her body shook against
him, her cunt trying to tear his cock off with it's hot, sucking
power. He kept pumping into her, pushing her clitty against his
meat as it rasped in and out. 
     She slowly came down from her orgasm. Her breathing slowed,
and she pushed up on her hands again, grinding her ass back onto
his prick.
     "Fuck me! Fuck me faster! Harder," she gasped.
     His hands slid up onto her shoulders and he began to really
pound his fuck tool down her churning tunnel. Her buttocks trembled
and bounced as he smashed repeatedly into them. His prick drove
deep into her hole, rutting and tearing at her tender skin.
     She cried out in pleasure and her cunt erupted around his
plunging cocktool. Her fuckbox twisted and spasmed, squeezing and
massaging his prong. Then he spilled his seed into her again,
feeling it shoot out the end of his cock with a terrible force.
     Afterward they lay together in her bed. His hand stroked her
skin lightly.
     "Paige would go crazy." she sighed, berating herself.
     "Paige is a slut anyway."
     "Don't talk about your sister like that," she said,
automatically.
     "Everyone else is."
     "I'm sure she's a good girl."
     "You don't think she's a virgin do you?" He grinned down at
her.
     "I know she's fucking David Connors. She practically admitted
it to me anyway."
     "I should talk to her," she sighed.
     "And tell her what, not to fuck?" he shook his head.
"She's not going to listen to you."
     "Well, she's on the pill at least," Allyson sighed.
     "That's good."
     He was coming back to his room the next afternoon, when he
spotted Paige sneaking out of it.
     "What were you doing in my room," he demanded.
     She jumped, then gave him a strange appraising look, which
turned almost instantly to a sneering pout. She ignored his
question, walking back to her room and closing the door.
     He opened the door to his room. The floor was covered in
little pieces of paper again. She'd ripped up his new playbook. He
stared around in disbelief. 
     "God Damned Fucking little bitch!"
     He stormed down the hall, coat hanger in hand. Her door
though, wasn't locked. He dumped the hanger and threw the door
open. She was standin