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Heaven Or Hell?

by Caesar, copyright © 1996 1997, ed.

Intro

"Where am I? How did I get here?" Jacob's eyes were filled with a stark
whiteness. He lifted a hand up to his eyes, confirming its existence.
Below, above, and to all sides the bright whiteness filled his vision.
There were no seams, gaps, or form to his surroundings. It was almost like
he floated in this white world.

Next, the middle-aged man looked down upon his body. It was the same as he
remembered it. He was wearing the pajama's bottoms he put on as he was
getting ready for bed. His feet were bare, as was his chest.

The last thing the handsome man remembered was going down the stairs to get
some water. It had been night and he had awoke thirsty. His wife Jen lay
sound asleep next to him. Then something happened. He remembered the sight
of the stairs coming quickly towards his face, his son's skateboard falling
past his vision.

"Am I in a hospital?" He spun around to again confirm his surroundings.
"Hello?!" A suspicion cut through him. "Was I hurt?" The question was not
directed towards anyone, though Jacob was looking for some type of answer.

Louder, he said, "Was I hurt?!" He rubbed his face and head, and was
thankful to find nothing wrong.

"My God, am I alive?" This was spoken in almost a whisper.

"Actually, no, you're not."

Quickly, Jacob spun about and was startled to find a strikingly beautiful
woman standing only a foot from him. She looked to be in her late twenties
and had long blonde hair, pale skin, fine-boned, and was very thin.

"Your son's skateboard caused your fall and you broke your neck on the
stairs." He quickly reached up and grabbed his neck, which felt fine. "You
died very quickly."

Her voice was angelic and the woman spoke in a gentle, soothing tone. The
man noticed the woman before him was wearing a simple silk robe, completely
see-through. Her long blonde hair was covering one of her full breasts, but
the other was easily seen. She was beautiful.

She had to be an angel.

Jacob fell to his knees before the woman, barely noting the blonde bush now
at his eye level. "I'm in heaven?"

The laugh she returned was light and heartening. "Where else would you be?"

Jacob was never religious and was never inside a church. His wedding was
performed by a Justice of the Peace, and his kids were never baptized. Yet,
the man quickly pressed his palms together and looked up into the beautiful
woman's eyes. He had tears within his own.

"Oh, Jacob." She reached out and gently brushed his hair from his forehead,
the hand warm and soft. "You will be fine. You are dead, nothing can hurt
you now." She smiled softly. As his tears turned to sobs, the angelic woman
encircled his head with her slim arms and pressed him to her bosom.

He cried to himself, almost as a baby would - the loss of his family and
friends, the fact that he would miss his eldest daughter's university
graduation, his son's hockey games, his wife's kisses. Everything that the
man had known was gone.

But the hard pointy nipple pressing into his cheek could not be ignored.
The woman that held him gently like a baby was the most beautiful woman
Jacob had even seen. The dead man had been a powerful corporate executive
in a holding company, and the pleasures of beautiful woman were an
indulgence that he had often enjoyed.

The gentle hand brushed his hair and soothed his heart. Almost as if she
was reading his mind, she asked, "You find me beautiful, Jacob?"

A rhetorical question. Jacob only lifted his head to look into the deep
blue irises of this "angel", as he thought of her.

She held onto his head with both hands. "In the afterlife, here you can
have anything you desire. You will never eat or sleep, though you may if
you wish. Any earthy desire that you had held can be easily fulfilled." She
gently guided his face to her bosom, and his lips pressed against her small
pointy nipple. "As well as your desires in the afterlife." She smiled down
at him when his mouth opened and he tentatively took her nipple into his
mouth, the silk gown quickly becoming drenched with saliva.

Some desperate need in him welled up and took possession of his passion. He
needed this woman, this angel. Frantically, almost as if he were afraid
that she would stop him, he sucked and kissed her brown nipple.

In this uncertain state that Jacob was in, the passionate pleasure of a
woman seemed to be God- sent. He needed to be with her - it felt
therapeutic and healed his broken heart.

With rough, desperate hands, Jacob reached up and grasped the neckline of
the gown before ripping downwards. The silk easily parted and the gown fell
to the woman's feet. Now his lips suckled her naked breast even while she
still smiled down at him. "Oh, my darling man, I am to help you however I
may. Suck me to your heart's content, Jacob."

Her melodic and soothing voice only inflamed his passion, his manhood
proudly pressing outwards from his pajamas.

Panting with desire, the middle-aged man forgot everything about him, even
his situation, and found his animal urge paramount.

Quickly, desperately, Jacob pulled his angel downwards, her knees on either
side of his lap. Without any guidance, his manhood sunk into the blonde
woman's sexual furnace with ease.

"Is this what you want, Jacob?" His strong hands reached around to hold
onto her perfect ass to guide her movements in time to his own.

With her hands on his shoulders, the woman began to move up and down upon
the man's cock, her super wet, hot sex making loud arousing noises in the
wide white expanse that surrounded them. Very sensuously, she asked, "Is
this how you would like to spend eternity, Jacob?"

Almost without thinking he responded with an affirmative grunt, his body
sweating and quivering with desire, her body reacting similarly, yet her
face never showed the passion that was expected.

She asked again, "Tell me, Jacob, tell me how you would like to spend
eternity?"

The flood of his energy drained from his cock, along with a generous amount
of sperm. He screamed out in rapture, "Fucking!".

Chapter I

Jacob awoke, refreshed and clean, upon a huge silk- covered bed. When he
opened his eyes, he knew he hadn't dreamed the incredible woman or the
mind- blowing orgasm he experienced. And the white expanse about him still
engulfed his vision to all sides, all except the bed.

The man sat up and found that he still wore the pajama bottoms that he
passed away in. Hoping to find his angel nearby, nothing could be seen of
her.

Laying his head back down, he took a deep breath and relaxed.

"This is not near as bad as I thought." He chuckled to himself, reliving
the enjoyable experience from before.

Time hadn't any meaning any longer, and Jacob found that his mind wandered
across many topics of interest, though it almost always returned back to
interesting ladies in his life. His thoughts may have drifted for minutes
or days. He had no measure of time, nor did he even think about it.

Along after an immeasurable moment, Jacob sat back up and realized he
wasn't alone. His wife lay within the bed, her back to him. It appeared she
was sleeping.

"My God! Jen?" He reached out to touch her warm shoulder, to see if she was
real. His touch woke her.

The middle-aged woman moaned in her sleep then rolled over towards her
husband. "Hum...hello, darling." She yawned and stretched. The covers fell
from her shoulders and he saw she wore the light blue silk teddy that he
had purchased for their fifteenth wedding anniversary. She had never worn
it.

"Are you dead, too, Jen?"

"No, silly." She smiled at her husband, and her hand reached out to grasp
his pajama covered cock. "Would you like me to go?" She smiled sexily,
knowing the answer and her husband all too well.

Jacob shook his head, yet was puzzled at his wife's actions. Never before
had she been so forward. "Then you are just part of my imagination?" He was
striving for some answer.

Smiling softly, his wife took his hand and moved it to her chest, beneath
the silk bed sheet. His strong palm rubbed down her warm skin and then
beneath the teddy until it stopped above her small soft breast. "You tell
me, do I feel real enough for you?"

He pulled his hand away, still uncertain. Jen would never, not since he
knew her, act this brazen. Seeing his puzzlement, she pressed on, "The
husband I knew would have put his cock into me by now."

That started him. "What?!"

She smiled and didn't bother repeating herself. "Relax, Jacob, I'm here for
your enjoyment."

He suddenly realized the last thing he had said to his angel, and that his
wife being here was just a part of his eternity of enjoyment. "So I can do
anything I want with you?"

Without hesitation, she answered, "Of course."

Anything? "Then ask me to fuck you nicely." He waited for his wife to
fulfill his request, his cock already hardening.

The seductive smile returned. "Jacob, darling, please fuck me." She again
lay back, but pushed the silk bed sheet down to her knees. Since he didn't
say anything right away she continued, "You tease, you just want me to beg,
don't you?" She kicked the covers all the way off the bed, revealing her
soft curves beneath the light blue garment.

That was it. Jacob was convinced. "No. At least not right now. I would like
you to spread your legs and show me how you play with yourself?" He shifted
slightly and pulled off his cotton bottoms.

Jen smiled knowingly, then slowly, seductively, the woman with whom had
shared over half his life spread her legs, those long slim legs that he so
often enjoyed. She had been a swimmer in college and the legs hardly
deteriorated since. They were still long, smooth and tanned.

Then her hands rolled down the front of her body to press the silk fabric
into her crotch. His wife moaned loudly then rotated her hips against her
palm. When finally she pulled her hand from between her legs, the fabric
had a definite wet spot from her excitement. Partly for her husband's
enjoyment, and partly for her own, Jen closed her eyes and bit her bottom
lip as she began to enjoy her own ministrations. There was a snap for the
lingerie that Jen took advantage of, which allowed easy access to her
overheated vagina.

Jacob could not take his eyes off his wife - this persona was completely
different from the one he married. Yet he would not trade this episode in
for any amount of money. It was obvious his wife was fast approaching an
orgasm, something he had not even been sure she has ever experienced. A
part of him snapped; he was jealous of his wife's enjoyment, and his own
excitement provoked his actions.

Pulling her hands roughly from her body, his wife groaned when she felt her
husband's weight upon her body. He held both her wrists in a single hand
above her head and the other balanced his perched body. His cock easily
aimed and sunk into his wife's hot wet sex.

She screamed out in pleasure, "Fuck me, Jacob darling!" As her body was
rocked by the powerful thrusts of her husband's penis, she repeated over
and over, "yes". Jen locked her ankles behind her husband's back, her
pelvis moving up to meet his.

It happened to be the best sex Jacob had had with his wife in years. She
was extremely excited, her body almost out of control, and nothing impeded
his enjoyment. If this is what heaven was like - "Fuck I love it here!"

She replied, thinking he had spoken to her, "I like you here too, baby!"
Jen was breathing so hard it was difficult for her to speak. "Come inside
me baby! Fill my wet hole."

With a single grunt, his orgasm flowed out the head of his cock to flood
the inside of his wife's love channel. She screamed out and clenched her
body, including the inner muscles of her sex, as her own orgasm exploded.

Collapsing upon his wife's sweaty body, he felt her lips gently kissing his
neck and ear. "God, that was great."

She giggled, again, almost girlishly. "We can do it whenever you want,
darling."

Jacob simply smiled into her cheek as he dozed off.

Chapter II

When next he woke, he felt gentle fingers rubbing up and down the length of
his cock as he lay spread upon his back. The fingers became lips and the
tip of a tongue, still moving gently so not to awake him. Up and down the
tongue went, licking his semi-hard penis like a popsicle. The technique was
slow and relentless, and perhaps that was why Jacob stole a look down his
body.

It wasn't his wife, but Judy, his secretary from a previous job. Her eyes
met his and they conveyed her joy before again closing so she could
continue to work upon his prick. Now that he knew who it was, he realized
that Judy worked upon his organ differently than his wife Jen ever had.
Judy was more patient, more gentle, almost as if she loved to suck and lick
his cock.

Three years before his death, this was exactly the way Judy used to suck
his cock. Anytime, anyplace he wanted. Their office romance lasted four
months and had to end when Jacob fired her. Thinking back, he knew he was
being an asshole, but this fine-looking woman was beginning to feel guilty
for cheating on her husband and Jacob overreacted. Firing her was his
answer, though his dick missed the hour-long blowjobs Judy often did behind
the closed doors of his large private corner office.

When finally he felt ready to spend, Judy took her warm wet mouth from his
organ and applied pressure to a spot beneath his balls. This effectively
stopped the anticipated release of his sperm. A few seconds later, she
again resumed her oral worship upon his still-hard throbbing cock.

Jacob groaned out with pleasure, his memory returning about those fantastic
blow jobs before he fired Judy. She could literally keep his orgasm
pent-up, like the finger in the dike, for long, almost painful minutes.
Almost hours. When his orgasm did come, and it always came eventually,
there was no experience like it.

"God, I wish I could suck you like that!" Jen exclaimed in admiration,
probably to herself.

Jacob was startled when he saw his wife kneeling next to him upon the huge
bed, appearing almost from thin air, since he was sure she had not been
there moments before. He also realized she showed no anger that her husband
was receiving a tongue- lashing the likes she could never deliver. In fact,
he thought he saw desire behind those warm familiar eyes.

Reaching down, Jen pulled the long brunette hair from Judy's face and held
it back, which gave her a better view of the action between her husband's
legs. "Who is this sexy cock-sucker, babe?"

He felt the fingers pressing, holding back the flood of sperm. "My
ex-secretary, Judy." She nodded, as if remembering the younger woman,
though Jacob did not think they had ever met. They may have spoken on the
phone, though.

Jen was completely naked, and her nipples were obviously hard and the smell
of her excitement becoming readily apparent. She crawled about on the bed
to find herself behind the kneeling young lady. Jen knelt behind the raised
buttocks and rubbed her hands along the blouse-covered back down to the
skirt-covered ass. After a few moments of this, Jen began to gather the
conservative skirt up the legs and past the bottom to collect it about the
waist. Judy wasn't wearing any undergarments - she never did.

"Has your cock ever been in this pretty cunt?" She smiled warmly to her
husband while a hand disappeared behind the bottom.

Judy reacted positively by groaning into the cock, his wife's fingers
obviously inserted into the ex- secretary's sex. Jacob sat up onto his
elbows to get a better view of the action at the other end of the bed.
"Yes. Several times," he finally answered tentatively.

The youthful-looking woman was now rocking back and forth, while the sound
of sloppily-manipulated cunt became apparent. "You should have told me,
babe! I would love to watch this slut fuck you." She bent forward slightly
to bring her face closer to the moving raised ass, seemingly to get a
better view of her working fingers. Jacob watched excitedly. "What did you
enjoy the most, her cunt or her mouth?"

Long moments ago, Jacob had subconsciously decided to be honest with this
woman, his wife. Though the wife he knew when alive, would never act or say
these things, he still found himself attracted in many ways to the woman he
married. "Her mouth and then her ass was always fun. I find her pussy too
loose."

His wife looked up in surprise, "Her ass? That sounds fun! Why didn't you
ever try fucking my ass, babe?" She looked closely at her husband then
turned her eyes to the puckered anus a few inches from her face. "It's so
small."

He groaned out in enjoyment, then finally answered, "I always thought you
didn't like sex."

She giggled at that. "Did you never wonder why I had all those candles in
our bedroom?"

Jacob saw his wife press her index finger from the other hand into Judy's
tiny anus. He felt heated desire run through his body and collect at his
balls. God, what a sight! "You mean you used those candles to play with
yourself?!" He sounded as he felt, surprised.

"Some of them, yes." Judy groaned louder, while Jen changed the subject.
"Your secretary sure loves being fingered." Both man and wife watched as
the puckered anus stretched with every motion of the tiny feminine finger.
Jen smiled lovingly up at her husband, almost as if they were alone. "I
would love to feel your fingers inside me right now, darling."

"God, yes!" His rash words were caused by the experienced mouth bobbing up
and down his throbbing cock, and partially by his wife's words. Jen took it
selfishly and pulled her fingers from the secretary, who moaned from the
loss, then she crawled about the bed.

Jen lay perpendicular to her husband's head and shoulders on her back with
legs spread and knees bent. When he turned his face towards her, he looked
straight up between her thighs at her pulsating wet vagina. "God, I love
you like this, Jen!"

Playfully, she replied, "I love you, too, darling. Like what, dear?" She
wiggled her bottom forwards until her sex was a single foot from her
husband's head.

"Like a slut." He gasped as the experienced tongue teased the tiny hole at
the head of his cock.

"Am I a slut" - Jen looked about for her husband's free hands - "for
wanting to get finger-fucked by you?" He grinned hugely, then brought the
far arm about and aimed two fingers into his wife's overheated sex. "Thank
you, Jacob. Yes!" She was actually screaming out in pleasure - a sound her
husband had never heard her make before.

"Yes, you're a slut. My slut, Jenny!" He enjoyed the intimate view of his
fingers within his wife's sex. Jacob didn't so much fuck her with his
digits as simply play with her, enjoying something he had never had this
much pleasure with before.

His wife was pumping her hips in rhythm, attempting to get her husband to
fuck her with his two fingers rather than simply manipulate her folds. The
middle-aged woman tried another tactic and brought her gorgeous legs up.
She pulled her knees almost to her shoulders, which curled her body into a
ball. Then she spoke in a tiny girl's voice, "Put a finger in my bum,
darling! Fuck me in both places at the same time, baby." She wiggled about,
her anus now exposed to her husband's desiring eyes.

With the first two fingers in her vagina, he simply straightened the third
and allowed it to press against the hard muscle of her asshole. The natural
lubrication from her dripping pussy had coated her anus enough to allow her
husband to press past the tough outer ring to the second knuckle.

The long lasting stimulation of the mouth and now the feel and sight of his
sexy "new" wife was bringing him to the brink of a powerful, almost
painful, explosion. Greedily, Judy was able to drink all of his nectar
while his wife began to thrash and convulse in her own orgasm.

Chapter III

What was happening was simply too good to be true. The woman that he had
been married to for almost two decades was the perfect sexual partner. He
knew it wasn't really his wife, yet wondered if the enjoyment the woman
laying next to him expressed was mirrored in his still-living wife. Did she
really use some of those candles that had constantly been in their bedroom
as a imitation cock to fuck herself with? How often did she masturbate?

Jacob lay awake long after the explosion of his orgasm. His wife slept
beneath the silk sheets next to him while Judy had simply disappeared; for
one second he had turned his head and when he turned back, she was gone.
That quick, that silent.

He was lost in his thoughts when a small warm hand grasped his naked
flaccid penis. It didn't surprise him, but he had imagined his wife had
awakened and desired more sex. Jen had made it readily apparent that she
was willing and ready to fuck him at a second's notice - he never doubted
it. Jacob looked down and jumped back when he saw his youngest daughter's
happy face looking up at his.

It was Anne, his thirteen-year-old and youngest child. She put a finger to
her lips and nodded to the sleeping form of her mother. Then she whispered,
"I've always wondered what you looked like naked, daddy." Jacob was simply
too startled to say a word and simply stared in amazement.

The young teenager wore her usual bedroom attire, an oversized tee-shirt
and panties. He could see that she wore panties, white plain cotton briefs,
because she had pulled up the shirt to her waist and was rubbing the
outside of her covered sex mound with her free hand. Jacob looked down at
his soft penis and saw that it still looked huge in his daughter's small
hand, even as she tried to stroke it with unfamiliar movements.

It was a stunning sight, one that he was completely unprepared for, even
after the appearance of the other two woman in his life. Anne leaned over
and kissed the soft smooth head of his circumcised cock, which jerked in
response. "I have wanted to do this for so long, daddy!" She kissed him
again, her mouth opening up enough to leave a drop of saliva on the pink
surface. "I think about you when I touch myself." She stuck out her tongue
and daintily touched his cock, then giggled to herself at the new
unfamiliar feeling of a man's prick upon her tongue.

She was very amateurish with the male organ, and stared intensely. Her hand
familiarized itself with the width and ridges of the shaft as it squeezed
and stroked. Anne licked again and Jacob could see his youngest savor the
taste of him upon her tongue. It was too much, especially when his cock
began to harden. "Stop, baby." He tried to keep his voice down, lest he
wake Jen beside him.

Looking up from beneath his cock, the quickly- thickening organ pressed to
her sweet young face, she asked, "Don't you love me, daddy?" Her eyes
looked like they were about to cry.

It wasn't an argument Jacob could win, and he knew it. "Yes, I love you,
baby, but this isn't right." She never said a word. All she did was lift
her head and open her mouth wide before descending down to engulf her
father's cock. Only half-hard, she was able to get half its length into
her, while keeping her eyes upon her father's intently.

Jacob felt the pleasure of her small mouth and warm wet lips as his prick
slid into the forbidden body. He groaned and arched his back involuntarily.
Anne had always been his "baby", his youngest daughter, and he had spoiled
her rotten since her birth. Not once did he think about her as a sexual
person, as a young woman with thoughts of desire and fantasies. Yet when he
saw her adolescent slim body,just entering the beginning stages of puberty
and that look of desire in her eyes, he wanted her. Hadn't the angel said
"anything" he desired?

That was it. His cock jerked to full hardness when his mind finished with
its internal dilemma. Anne was surprised at the size that the prick
suddenly became and could only hold the head within her mouth. Yet her
father had different plans.

He reached down and lifted her face from his lap and whispered, "Take your
clothes off, baby." She smiled happily at her father's wish to allow her
this fantasy fulfilled and quickly discarded her two pieces of clothing.
Anne waited until he grabbed her wrist and pulled her towards him.

She fell onto his hard unfamiliar masculine body and hungry lips kissed her
face and neck. Jacob could feel her smooth tiny thin body against his and
her pressed his hard cock into her thigh. She giggled and moved about,
applying appealing pressure to his manhood with her youthful body.

"Is this what you thought of, baby?"

She gasped as his thick tongue slid into her wide mouth and searched out
her own. Hands grasped her firm, boyish ass and manipulated it deliciously,
while fingers slid down between them. Jacob could feel the moist heat
emulate from the region of his daughters cunt, and he could feel the
moisture of her sex drip upon his stomach. It was too much of the
middle-aged man to possess such a young girl, his own daughter, and to be
able to do anything with her - it was more than he had ever dreamed about.

Jacob spun about until Anne lay pinned beneath him, her look of loving
desire attaining a new, worried look. He enjoyed the sight of the tiny thin
body beneath him, and moved her legs to either side of his hips. "I'm going
to fuck you, baby!" He touched the head of his hard cock to her tiny wet
hole. She reached up with her hands to the back of his head, trying to pull
him back down her lips, but he was to incensed. Giving up, she leaned her
neck forward and kissed her father's closest nipple with tender love.

It wasn't returned when the mature and horny man drove his cock into the
girl. She screamed out in a muffled cry as her cherry broke beneath the
harsh intrusion and the long thick cock completely filled her tiny teenage
hole. Tears rolled down the smooth cheeks of the young girl as her idea and
fantasy of loving her father was abruptly shattered with the single plunge
of a thrusting cock.

"Fuck her tight cunt, Jacob!"

The hot-blooded man jerked his head up and was surprised to find his wife
laying upon her side, watching her husband take their youngest daughter's
virginity. She had pushed the silk covering down to her knees and raised
one leg straight up into the air, exposing her crotch. One hand plunged two
fingers into herself while the other grasped her exposed hard nipple. Jen's
eyes were on the junction between her husband's hips and her daughter's
smooth, hairless cunt. "God, what a sight. I wouldn't have guessed it would
have fit."

After the surprise of his wife watching and then enjoying the incestuous
coupling, Jacob looked down into his daughter's face. She looked very
young, scared, and hurt. Anne was sobbing silently while biting her bottom
lip. Jacob realized this wasn't how she had wished her fantasy to proceed,
or how her father would treat her. He pulled his throbbing cock from her
body and leaned down to kiss her tears.

Jen gasped, "Don't stop!" He ignored her words and placed tender soft
kisses upon the smooth soft skin until Anne stopped sobbing and her mouth
sought out his.

"No more pain, baby." Her tongue slid out into his mouth as she tried to
imitate what she had already learned. Still with her mouth upon his, he
again spun with his tiny daughter clinging to him. He pulled her face from
his by her short brown almost boyish hair. "Put my cock back into you." She
gulped very loudly then nodded affirmatively.

Anne, his youngest daughter, sat up over her father's body and hunched down
so she could see between her legs. Her hands steadied herself upon his
chest while she rubbed her slit back and forth along the length of his
cock, unsure of what to do.

Jacob saw a new hand reach between the bodies, and Jen grasped his cock and
aimed it straight up. "Go ahead, honey, it will feel great."

Anne looked embarrassed but answered, "Thank you, mummy." The young teen
lowered her body while her mother aimed the blunt shaft upwards. It was
easier than before, and her body was able to accommodate the thick man meat
with only a part of the pain that she had felt earlier. Yet she could only
descend half ways down the cock - after that, it was too painful.

Jen withdrew her hand, then leaned back to again masturbate and watch her
daughter fuck her husband.

Anne moved slowly, very cautiously, up and down. Still looking between her
legs, she seemed amazed that she was able to swallow half that huge cock
within her tiny female folds. All three people watched that single point
between the two bodies as father and daughter began to fuck.

After several moments of tentative movements and experimenting with her
first cock inside her body, Anne looked up into her father's eyes with
sheer bliss. Her wide smile was enough for him, and he began to move his
hips in time to the tiny tight cunt holding his shaft.

The sound of the two females' pleasure, the heavy breathing of Jen and the
gasping of his daughter, gave Jacob cause to groan with his own desire.
Just when he felt the beginning of the end, his daughter started to buck
and thrash upon his cock as she orgasmed delightfully. Jen squealed and
clasped her hand between two slim thighs as her own orgasm began. It was
Jacob that was last, with the sight of both the attractive ladies, as well
as the pressure of the tiny vagina setting him off. His cock jerked and
filled his daughter up with his seed even while he groaned loudly, the
sound accompanying the other two.

It was rather good, thought Jacob - his first teenage virgin fuck, and his
own daughter. Anne dropped down in exhaustion between her parents, holding
both their hands with her own. "I love you, daddy." He only smiled as a
response and closed his eyes to enjoy the ebb of his coupling.

Seconds passed and Anne let go of Jacob's hand and when he opened his eyes,
she was gone. Jen was looking upon his body with that new look of desire he
had come to understand, at least since his death. "You two looked
incredibly sexy."

Jacob smiled at the recent memory, "Did we?" He was trying to become
accustomed to the immediate arrival or disappearance of those about him.

"Oh, yes. I wanted so much to join you, but knew your first fuck with her
should be together." He looked over in surprise at his wife's words.

"Do you think it was wrong what happened?"

"What happened? That you fucked our youngest daughter?" He nodded, looking
for someone to mirror his own thoughts, perhaps to give him absolution. She
leaned over and kissed his lips tenderly. "No, dear, I don't think what
happened was wrong. Remember this isn't real, that wasn't your daughter you
fucked."

"It sure looked like her."

She laughed. "What about me?"

"What about you?"

"Do I look like the woman you married?"

"Yes, very much. Only my wife wasn't such a slut."

She laughed again. "Maybe she was and you just didn't know it." Jen leaned
over and took his closest nipple into her mouth to savor it for a few
seconds.

"Are you saying everything you are doing is what my wife would do?" He
words sounded as he felt, incredulous.

She moved further down until her face was above his soft cock. "I am an
exact mirror image of your wife, Jacob. Why is that so hard to believe?"
She used two fingers to hold up his droopy, soft pole.

"I don't think my wife would have masturbated while I fucked Anne. She
would probably have torn my eyes out getting me off her."

Jen, or the mirror image of his wife, opened her mouth and licked his cock
from root to tip. He realized she was cleaning the juices from his penis,
the blood and dual sexual juices. It startled him only slightly and renewed
his objection to this woman being his wife.

Finally, after several lengthy licks, Jen lifted her face from his lap and
licked his lips as she looked into his eyes. "Had I appeared to you as a
mirror of your wife as she was fifteen years ago, she would have been the
uptight bitch you love and who you think she is". She continued to stroke
the soft penis almost absentmindedly. "Did you not notice that your wife
was at her sexual peak? That she started to do aerobics and take better
care of the way she dressed? No, I didn't think you did."

"I thought she was just enjoying the money I worked so hard to get!" Could
it be true, he wondered, that his wife could have been as wild as this
mirror image?

"She didn't much care for money, silly, she was more interested in your
cock!" Jen laughed at his astonishment. "She - I - never knew how to tell
you."

It made sense to the sexually exhausted man. Everything seemed to come into
focus - how his wife had changed over the last few years and how they
argued about his long hours at work. If only he hadn't died and knew then
what he knew now!

There was one last question. "What about Anne? Did she really want me?"

Jen crawled up and snuggled into her husband's arm, her head on his
shoulder. She yawned and wiggled her body against his. "I can't be sure,
but I would think that yes, she fantasized about the most important man in
her life. You!"

Chapter IV

A moan woke him up, a low female moan of pleasure. Jacob lay upon his side
when he opened his eyes and saw the familiar naked hip of his wife just
inches away. Her hand came down to push his hair out of his eyes. "Wake up,
honey." She nodded towards his feet, where another moan originated.

He rubbed at his eyes and then sat up next to his wife, turning around to
look at what his wife had been nodding towards. It was Anne, again naked
and laying upon her back. Above her was Jacob's oldest child and daughter,
Chris. The attractive nineteen-year-old was straddling her sister's face.
She wore a two-piece bikini that her father would never have allowed her to
wear if he knew about it. The crotch of the red outfit was pulled to the
side and her trimmed brown pussy was exposed.

After all the encounters he had witnessed and been a part of since his
death, this startled him at how exciting it appeared to him. His two
attractive teenage daughters sexually involved before him was very
arousing. Jacob gasped out with surprise, "Chris!?"

She opened her eyes and smiled towards the head of the bed and her father.
"Hi, daddy." She ground her pelvis more firmly into the young girl's face
between her legs almost as if she was making a point. "I knew you would
wake up soon."

Jen moved her body next to her husband's and rubbed her full bush against
his hip. "It was my idea, darling. I hope you don't mind?"

He looked down into the loving face of his wife. "You thought of this?"
Chris groaned loudly and caused her father to look back towards his two
daughters.

"I knew that Chris and that girl, Samantha, were more than simply
friends..."

This information had startled him. "What?" He questioned his eldest, "Are
you a lesbian, Chris?"

Moaning between her words, "No, daddy." He took a breath of relief. "I'm
bisexual."

He was stunned and turned back to his wife. "How did you know?"

Jen was lightly running her fingers up and down the semi-rigid cock,
attempting to tease it to its full height. "I caught Chris and Samantha in
a sixty-nine." Her husband just sat there with his mouth open until she
continued. "You would not have believe how hot that made me, dear. I never
even thought of having sex with another woman. Suddenly I found that
watching two girls sucking each other off really turned me on and I wished
that it was I who was licking our daughter's juicy cunt!"

"Your own daughter, Jen?"

She smiled at him. "What about Anne, huh? Yes, my own daughter, dear. You
would not have believed the sexy fantasies I've thought about these last
few years." She seemed determined to continue to provoke him. "I also knew
Chris was posing for erotic photos to make some extra money at college."

Jacob's mouth moved but nothing came out. His eyes returned to the erotic
sight at the foot of the bed. He kept telling himself that this wasn't
real, yet everything felt very much real. The startling part was that he
was very excited by all this. His wildest fantasies come to life, or
rather, the afterlife.

His mind went through various stages, and it took several minutes before he
was resolved into his situation. If it would be like this, that the ladies
in his life revealed sexual thoughts and fantasies that they desired in
real life, then he would use those as well as his own. Nothing was
forbidden, nor was there any way he could be punished, as far as he knew.

Jen was grinding her pelvis into her husband's hip while watching her two
darling girls put on a show for their parents. She didn't seem to care
about her husband's moral dilemma, only for the pleasure of the moment.
Jacob spoke gently. "Join them, Jen. I want to see you eat our little
girls' cunts."

She looked up in surprise and then scrambled down towards the two young
teenagers. Jen whispered back over her shoulder, "Thank you, dear."

Chris was still straddling her sister's head while she groaned and moaned
with pleasure. She had her eyes closed for several minutes until she felt
her mother's hands fumbling with the knot to her string bikini. Chris
looked over her shoulder and smiled at her sexy mother. "Mom!" The string
width straps slid down the tanned shoulders and the flimsy garment dropped
off the bed. The older teenager now had her breasts exposed for everyone's
pleasure, especially her own father's.

Jen instructed while giving a push to her shoulders, "Get down there Chris,
give your sister a taste of the pleasure your enjoying."

Giggling, a sound Jacob hadn't heard his eldest make in years, she
complied. "Yes, mummy!" The sexy, well-proportioned teen immediately slid
her face down between the long slim legs of her younger sister Anne. Jen
lay down above Anne's head and looked right into the exposed loins and the
maneuvering tongues of her two daughters. Jen groaned with expectation and
aimed her tongue expertly forward into the exposed brown asterisk of
Chris's anus.

"Oh, mummy! " Chris exclaimed loudly, yet muffled between the slim young
legs of her sister.

"Wow!" was the muffled comment of Anne.

Through this Jacob hadn't moved, so amazed at the sight before him. It was
the three closest women in his life sucking one another's quims with heated
abandon. To get a better view of his wife's and Anne's tongues, he moved
forward until his face was a mere foot from the junction. His reward was
immediate, as was the reason Chris was groaning so loudly. Jen had her
forced her tongue an inch into the tight round rectum while Anne imitated
her mothers movements and tongue-fucked Chris's vagina. The two tongues
moved in unison as they fucked the elder teenager senseless.

It was a very erotic sight, one that Jacob would never have imagined in his
wildest fantasies - the three ladies of his family enjoying a lesbian
tongue bath. He never moved any closer, afraid that they would stop their
exciting show if he interrupted them.

Jen finally lifted her face from between the raised globes and spoke to
Anne. "Lick her clit, dear, I want to taste that juicy cunt of hers." The
attractive naked mother sat back and pressed two fingers of her hand firmly
into the still- relaxed rear hole. They slid in slowly, forcing the ring of
muscle to stretch even more.

"Ouch, slower mom!"

"Sorry, honey." She modified her movements. "Like that?"

"Oh yes, that feels wonderful. I never even thought my ass would give me
such a feeling."

Jen looked surprised, "You never had anal sex before, dear?"

"Goodness, no, mom.... wow, that really fills me up... I always thought
that area was dirty and no one ever tried."

"I have a confession dear, I have never had a cock in my ass either."

Chris looked in surprise over her shoulder. "Really, mom? I thought the way
you were digging into my ass with your tongue, and how good it felt, that
you were very experienced with having your ass fucked and licked."

Jen smiled and then answered, "I've enjoyed putting things in my ass for
years. It started with a finger and now I mostly use a small candle." She
looked over at her husband with a mischievous look. "I've always wanted to
feel your father's cock inside my asshole."

Another, "Wow", from below.

"That sounds so sexy, mom. I think I want a cock in my ass too. I wish you
had a cock, mummy!" She sounded very sincere, Jacob concluded.

Jen again smiled in her husband's direction, "I think we can do better than
that baby - your father is going to take your virgin ass. Mine, too!"

Chris looked at her father in alarm. "But he's my own father, mom!"

"Indeed, but who better to take your anal cherry, dear? You didn't mind my
tongue inside your body. I think it's okay to have your father's cock."

Jacob thought his little girl didn't look convinced, but then Anne's
muffled cry called out, "I want daddy to fuck my asshole!" Chris could not
deny something that her younger sister so desperately wanted. Sibling
rivalry demanded she accept.

Jen started to laugh and the eager young teenager and Chris seemed to make
a decision. "Okay, mom, daddy can take my cherry."

Jen slipped two fingers from her other hand into her daughter's vagina.
"Maybe you should ask him, dear?" She looked at her husband with amusement,
her face telling him this game was for his benefit.

Chris turned her head to face her father. "Daddy, mom said you'd fuck my
asshole?"

Before Jacob could reply, Jen interrupted, "That's no way to ask a man to
fuck you, Chris. Ask again dear, but remember you're not ordering a meal at
a restaurant, your asking for a man's cock to fuck your tiny round
asshole."

The eldest daughter gulped loudly then asked, "Please, daddy, I want you to
fuck my asshole." Jen was just about to again instruct her daughter when
the teenager continued. "I need that cock in my ass, dad, please, I'll do
anything?" She had a sound of desperation in her voice, enough to cause
Jacob's cock to throb almost painfully and for her mother to smile proudly.

Jen continued right after her daughter finished talking, "When you're
finished with Chris's tight asshole darling, I want you to take my anal
cherry, too!"

Another muffled cry from below, "Mine too, daddy!"

Jacob sat back upon his heels and smiled at his situation. Who else could
say they just had such a request. "I'd be honored to!" He meant it, though
he knew what they had asked of him was wrong, simply from the fact that two
of the three ladies asking for his cock were related by blood, because it
was incest. Jacob had thought incest was wrong - isn't that what the Bible
said? he wondered.

Chris had removed the last part of her bikini, the three of them completely
naked, before kneeling with her arse facing her father. Anne crawled around
on the bed so she sat with her face a mere inch from her sister's raised
butt, the best view in the house. Jen, on the other hand, took her
husband's cock into her mouth and savored him for several minutes, all the
while her two fingers plunged again and again past the firm spincter muscle
of her eldest daughter.

Finally she lifted her face from his lap. "Wel,l dear, go ahead and shove
this into that" - she pulled her fingers from her daughter's anus - "hole!"

It was almost too much for the father, yet his dick throbbed at the
submissive sight and position of his eldest daughter and he moved forward
to mount her. With the lengthy period that Jen had worked upon the tiny
hole, the head of Jacob's cock entered very smoothly, considering the
smallness of the aperture.

Jacob moved his cock slowly within the tight confines that he found
himself. The two other females sat with faces near the raised bottom,
watching every detail.

Anne asked her big sister, "Does it hurt, Chris?"

Between gasps, Chris replied, "No. It's different, it makes me feel so
full." It was evident by her panting breath and tiny groans that she was
indeed enjoying herself even if she would not have admitted it.

Jen sat up and spoke to her youngest. "Come here, dear. Get mummy ready for
daddy's cock." Jen then knelt next to her daughter, with her bottom raised
high. Jacob watched as Anne crawled around until she was facing her
mother's ass.

His little girl spread her mother's ass cheeks with the flat of both hands
then looked up into her father's face. "Do you like this, daddy? Seeing me
kiss Chris and mummy?"

What could he say? "Yes." In fact, it was a very nasty situation and turned
him on immensely.

The young teenager smiled and turned back to the clenching anus below her.
The girl did not even hesitate before she moved her face down and speared
her tongue into that tight hole. Even Chris turned her head to watch what
her younger sister did to their mother. With Jen's loud gasps and the
wiggling of her raised hips, she became the focus of the small group and
all eyes watched her anal violation.

Jacob could not wait any longer and pulled his rock-hard manhood from his
eldest daughter and pulled Anne's face from the raised globes of her
mother. He aimed it quickly and pushed forward. Without all the preparation
that Chris had undergone, his cock was met with stiff resistance. He pushed
and Jen grunted in pain but didn't otherwise stop his assault until the
head of his prick was inside the second tiny asshole. Jacob rested with his
cock, immobile within his wife, as he waited for her to relax and loosen
up.

Meanwhile, Anne could not take any more. After trying to push her bottom in
Chris's face, whom pushed her away, she knelt next to her mother and began
to use her own hands. With the abundant vaginal juices and a generous
amount of spittle, Anne began to frig her own bottom with two fingers, all
the while watching her fathers hard cock within her mother's asshole. "Fuck
my ass, daddy! Fuck my ass!" she repeated over and over.

Seeing his little girl so amorous and excited just by watching his actions,
Jacob pulled out before giving his wife a proper anal fuck and knelt behind
Anne. "Yes, daddy, put it in my ass!" He aimed his cock and pressed
forward.

Though disappointed, Jen couldn't take her eyes off her husband's cock,
although her own erotic itch still needed scratching. It was evident that
Chris was also still excited, as she was on her back tickling her clitoris.
So Jen simply crab walked over to her eldest daughter and placed a thigh on
either side of her head and straddled her pretty face. Then she dropped
between her daughter's thighs until her own mouth came within licking
distance of the overheated cunt below her. Mother and daughter began to
earnestly lick each other's cunts.

Though better prepared than his wife's ass had been, Anne's small size and
firm young body caused her butt hole to be very tight. It took three tries
before he was able to even get the head into her. Though it must have hurt,
Anne was aggressive and pressed her ass back, trying to get more of her
father inside her. He would have paused, as he had done with Jen, but Anne
started to rock back and forth, effectively fucking herself on her fathers
shaft.

So, in the spirit of things, Jacob grasped his daughter's slim hips and
began to fuck her without remorse or thought to her well being.

The stark white emptiness swallowed the hollow sounds of the three groaning
and gasping females and the grunts from the single man.

Chapter V

"Dear?" A hand was shaking his shoulder vigorously. "Wake up, dear."

"Yes, hello? Jen?"

"No, dear, it's your mother."

That woke him very quickly and Jacob's eyes blinked open. There seated next
to him was his mother. "Mom! My God, what are you doing here?" He vainly
tried to cover his crotch with his hand in embarrassment.

Though his mother had been still alive when he died, she had been much
older than she appeared here before him. In fact, his mother looked exactly
how she did when he was in his early teens, the style of her hair,
everything. Her clothing was a very attractive, as well as functional,
summer skirt and blouse that she often wore to picnics and other family
functions. In fact, she looked the best he had ever seen her.

"Don't you know what I'm doing here, dear?" She was smiling at her son like
they shared a secret, though Jacob did not have a clue what she was talking
about. "Jen told me you had sex with both your daughters." It had appeared
to her son that she had changed the subject.

He remembered falling sideways upon the bed, exhausted at the vigorous fuck
he just enjoyed, while his youngest daughter, still impaled on his cock,
was content to cuddle into her father's arms. Sleep must have overcome him.

He sputtered, "Mom...!"

She patted his arm, the one covering his crotch. "Now, don't you worry,
dear. Nothing is forbidden here." She smiled again. "In fact, that's why
I'm here."

Jacob sat up, still covering his crotch, his face showing his confusion.

His mother sighed, as she often did when he was younger. "I know that you
want to fuck me, dear." It was spoken to softly that he thought he may have
missed her words, yet after all that has happened to him he knew what he
heard was true.

"Mom! I've never once thought about..."

She interrupted sternly, "Do you think I didn't notice you looking at me?"

That startled him. "Huh?"

"Don't tell me that wasn't your eye at the keyhole when I showered? I can't
imagine it was much of a view." He only sputtered in embarrassment, unsure
what to say next. "Haven't you figured out you can have anything you want
here, dear?" Her hand again patted his arm, just above his wrist.

Jacob shook his head, confused. "I don't understand mom?"

She smiled softly and moved her hand down to cup the top of his, the one
hiding his manhood from her eyes. "If you hadn't been my son I probably
would have raped you when you were a teenager." She laughed at his
astonished look. "You really didn't notice my own looks whenever you walked
around the house half-naked? My dear," she pulled his hand from his crotch
exposing the flaccid manhood, "I could barely keep my hands off my cunt
during those years."

Her eyes dropped down and she openly devoured his cock with her gaze.

This fantasy reality that Jacob found himself in startled him and he
realized this too was simply a fantasy of his. Though he did believe much
of it was based on fact, did his mother really masturbate while looking at
him? If he could fuck his youngest daughter in the ass, why couldn't he
also enjoy his very own mother?

Jacob was regaining his composure. "What is it you're staring at, mother?"

She smiled but didn't lift her gaze. "Your cock, dear."

"But I thought things like that don't affect mothers, that they saw it all
before?" He was taunting her. Jacob was finally learning how the game was
played.

His mother laughed and finally lifted her eyes back to his. "Infant penises
don't count. Muscular teenage boy cocks do." She reached over and her cool
hand - she always had cold hands as long as he could remember - wrapped his
soft cock within her strong fingers.

Jacob didn't stop or help her. No matter how much he told himself that it
wasn't real, that he could effectively do anything with anyone, it still
felt strange having his mother's hand grasping his manhood. She didn't
fondle it or manipulate it in any way, she just held it firmly and stared
at it with barely-concealed lust.

"Why didn't you ever try anything, mom?" He truly wanted to know the answer
to his question but Jacob was also trying to break the tension that seemed
to envelop the two of them.

She tore her eyes from her hand. "Because you are my son."

He understood that reasoning. It was the same reasons that he felt guilt at
feeling desire for his own daughter. "What is different now?"

"Silly. You're dead, that's why. And here the wildest fantasies can come
true." She paused for just a second and then seemed resolved in admitting
something. "I know when I die, I'm going to fuck this cock of yours as much
as possible."

That stunned him, that she used words that had been forbidden in his house.
She saw the look and continued, "You didn't know that your mother was a
horny slut that fantasized about fucking her own son, did you, Jacob?" She
smiled, taking her turn to taunt him. It was obvious that he didn't know
how his mother felt about him all those years ago. "I used to pray you
would walk in when I was playing with myself just so I could see what your
reaction was. I had it planned out perfectly, how I'd fuck my cunt with two
fingers while twisting my nipples, just to show you how hot your mother
gets. I even masturbated with your dirty shorts, often on your bed when you
were at school. I used to rub your pillow over my cunt just so you would be
able to sleep with my cunt near your face. The things I did almost
embarrass me. I'd fucked my ass with a pen from your school bag once,
knowing that you'd be touching and using it often and almost had an orgasm
when I once saw you put the tip into your mouth. I left my used panties on
the top of the hamper just in case you wanted to smell me, though I never
caught you. I tried to dress nice for you. I even had to masturbate almost
every morning when you kissed me before leaving for school. God, I was such
a slut, horny for her own son! If only one of us had made the first move."

"God, mom, I never realized!"

Her smile slowly withered away. "I know, dear, I didn't know a way to tell
you without breaking that mother-son bond." Her smile suddenly returned.
"But that is the past. Now you can have your mother as your own slut for
all eternity. How does that sound, Jacob?"

Jacob saw that she held her breath and could barely restrain herself as she
waited for his answer. It was obvious what it would be, what it would have
been when he was simply a young teenager with a hard dick and nothing to do
with it. "It sounds like heaven, mom." He meant it, but wasn't sure why she
started to laugh strongly. It irritated him and he wanted to try just some
of what his mother was offering. "Show me how much of a slut you are, mom."

She stopped laughing immediately and then let go of his cock. The
middle-aged woman stood up onto the bed, on bare feet that straddled her
son's head, and started to gyrate to an imaginary music. Jacob relaxed and
looked right up beneath her flowing summer dress and to the white cotton
panties that covered her sex. The woman began to slowly unbutton the
garment and lowered her body downwards above her son's face, wiggling for
his voyeuristic pleasure.

It was strangely erotic, and just a little embarrassing, seeing his own
mother dance for his enjoyment while slowly peeling her clothes off. "I
can't wait, mom, I want to fuck you." Jacob's hand had begun to stroke his
cock to a rapid hardness.

She stopped wiggling to the invisible tune and stood still, quickly
removing her clothing, as requested. She said while pulling the dress from
her shoulders, "I'm your slut, baby, I'll do anything you want. There is
nothing I won't do for you, Jacob."

"Then get naked, slut" - that word still sounded strange coming from him -
"I want to see your cunt."

He could see her hands quiver and she started to breathe heavily as the
skirt slid down her body to cover his face. She stepped out of it and
tossed it to the foot of the huge bed and she quickly moved to the rear
clasp of her bra. "I've always wanted this, Jacob, to be your slut. I want
you to use me, hurt me, make me do things I don't like!"

"Shut the fuck up and show me your cunt, mom!" Was that his voice, he
wondered?

"Yes, dear." The white harness slid from her shoulders, revealing her
average-sized hanging breasts, and from below he could see that her dark
pink nipples were very swollen with excitement. Her thumbs hooked into her
panties and pushed down. It took only seconds for the garment to join the
dress out of reach and off her body.

Jacob looked up into the valley between his mother's legs even while she
looked down, biting her lips, as she watched her son's reaction. It was a
huge hairy beaver that covered the front of her groin all the way to crack
of her ass. It was dark and very curly. But most exciting of all was the
glistening dampness that was dripping from the hair down upon her thighs.
It was obvious his mother was very excited.

"Bring it closer so I can see what I'm going to fuck."

She rushed to comply, crouching down so her cunt was only a foot above her
son's face. From that distance, Jacob could see the dark outer labia and
the pink wet inner lips though the coarse kinky hair. He could also smell
her, and it greatly heightened his excitement.

"Play with it, slut. Put a finger in that wet hole of yours." She
immediately plunged her middle finger into her sex, only inches before her
son. The sound of her breathing and small moans was enough evidence that
she was greatly enjoying herself. He wanted to test her, to push his
mother's relationship to the limit. "Now push that finger into your ass,
mom - show me how much of a slut you really are."

"Yes, Jacob, I'll do anything for you!" That same finger withdrew, coated
with a generous amount of vaginal juice before she moved her hand lower and
pressed the finger against her ass.

From his view, he could barely see her anus, but he could see that she had
problems with her own tightness. So Jacob reached up and grasped her hand
and shoved it in towards her. His mother gasped out in pain as her own
finger was forced into her. "I said to put it into your ass, slut."

She took several breaths to control her voice before saying, "Yes, dear. I
want more, Jacob?"

"What you want isn't important, mother. You do whatever I tell you."

"Yes, dear." She sounded excited again, her breathing again getting deep
from excitement.

Years ago, as a teenager, he had found his fantasies had involved images of
his mother but he had fought hard to change those. Not until he started to
screw did he finally stop thinking about what it would have been like to
fuck his own mother. She had been right, he had watched her bathe, but the
tiny hole only allowed a glimpse of skin, nothing tangible, and that outlet
was soon abandoned. It had been true, he was now sure, that she had desired
him. How she insisted on dressing up whenever they were alone, how she
tried to make a kiss linger, how she could look into her son's eyes for an
eternity - Jacob knew this fantasy mirrored much of reality and it scared
him just slightly.

If his own mother had felt that way, the sexual urges that Anne and his
wife had expressed were probably also true. He just realized how little he
really know about the sexuality of the ladies around him.

"Get down there and get my cock up inside your wet cunt, slut, but don't
remove that finger."

"Yes, Jacob." She moved her body downwards until she straddled his hips and
then used her free hand to aim his cock upwards. It sunk easily into her.
Yet she screamed a loud pleasure release as it finally ground against her
pelvis. "Oh, baby. This is what I always wanted, what I always fantasized
about!"

"Shut up and start fucking me like the slut you are, mom!"

"Yes, dear!" She sounded very enthusiastic and began to move up and down
upon that six-inch male path with a surprising amount of energy.

Chapter VI

Grunting woke Jacob up.

It wasn't unusual that he decided to sleep after an enjoyable sexual
encounter. He realized it wasn't necessary, just that he enjoyed dozing off
with the mental bliss after an orgasm. Nor was it surprising when he woke
to be confronted by one or more of his ladies as they reached orgasm.
Sometimes he joined them, sometimes he just watched.

Jacob rolled over and opened his eyes. Laying next to him was his lovely
and sexy wife. It was her grunting that woke him. Yet above her, between
her thighs, was their son as he pounded his pelvis against his mother's.
The two bodies met with loud wet smacks that seemed to grind against the
walls of Jacob's ears.

For only a few seconds he lay stunned at the sight before jumping up. "My
God!"

Jen turned her head and stared into her husband's eyes. He could see the
depth of her enjoyment as a cloud seemed to hide her gaze from his. She
continued to grunt and pulled her son's face down to her bobbing breast for
him to suckle.

Jacob sat in horror watching this incestuous coupling, knowing that he had
done the same thing with Anne. Without a word, or without breaking eye
contact, he watched as Jen's ankles locked behind their son's back and she
started to pound her pelvis up, meeting his. It was a familiar position,
but one that he doubted he would ever enjoy again without seeing this image
in his mind's eye.

Finally the older woman turned back to her son and pulled his lips to hers.
Jacob could see the two tongues grapple back and forth between the gap of
the open mouths. Then Jen pulled her son Tony's lips from hers and begged,
"Please come in mamma's face?"

Their son grinned broadly and then pulled suddenly from her very excited
sexual hole. Tony crawled up his mother's body as she reached for and
grabbed at his slimy cock. She immediately pulled it inches from her lips
and stroked it expertly.

The young man groaned out and then arched his back just a long thread of
come shot from the head of his dick. It landed right along the side of his
mother's face, from her hairline to her jaw. The cock, half as much larger
than his father's, continued to shoot out a gallon of come. The side of her
face closest to her husband was coated white with streams of sperm. And the
teenage cock didn't stop shooting until she seemed to be covered in it.

Jacob only sat there open-mouthed, disgusted and surprised at what he had
just witnessed. His son, gasping for breath, pulled away from his mother
and lay at the foot of the bed. This gave Jen time to turn her head back to
her husband. "Kiss me, Jacob!"

It was a surprising request, one that brought pangs of disgust to the pit
of his stomach and he shook his head.

She turned back to her tired son. "Come on, Tony, you can usually keep it
up for mummy?" Jen spread her legs wide upon the bed, her dripping snatch
aimed right at her son. Two fingers slid into herself while the other hand
began to rub the pearl-colored come into her face and chest. "Fuck mummy's
pussy again and maybe we could get daddy to fuck my ass at the same time."

She winked at her husband.

"That is a beautiful cock your son has, Jacob." The voice made him jump and
he turned his head to see his mother seated just next to him. "I caught Jen
sucking on that monster a few weeks before you passed away. Lucky bitch."

Jen turned her eyes back to her husband's mother. "I couldn't let you enjoy
all of it."

"What?"

The older woman shrugged and then licked her son's ear. "Tony likes older
woman. Lucky for me." Jacob was almost comatose with surprise that his
mother, then looking much older than she did now, was having an affair with
his only son, her grandson.

"Lucky for us," added Jen.

Jacob's mother crawled the few feet to her daughter-in-law and then started
to lick at the larger drops of come.

"You've both done this before?"

The two ladies both laughed. "Once or twice," said his mother. Jen added,
"It was even better when Tony began to join us."

Watching his grandmother lap at his mother's dirty face started to raise
Tony's cock once again. His son had great recovery, Jacob thought sourly.

It was like watching three strangers as the two older ladies turned about
and crawled to the grinning teenage male. Like the sluts they were, both
females opened their mouths and pressed their lips down on either side of
the thick long cock. On the shaft of the man meat, Jen and Jacob's mother
kissed and licked with passion.

Jacob's young son grasped both heads in his wide hands to ensure they did
not pull away from this enjoyment while closing his eyes. Though, to the
stunned father, it did not look like either lady was about to pull away. In
fact, they made oral love to that thick teen meat.

"Jen! Mom!?" gasped Jacob.

Without lifting her head, but moving her lips off the rigid pole for only
long enough to talk, Jen replied, "Join us, Jacob honey."

She returned to her licking but when nothing was said she again added, "Why
don't you let Tony suck you off while we do him?" Jen turned her head just
enough so she could look into the disgusted gaze of her husband. "Or if
you'd rather, you can let him fuck your ass?"

The grin she gave him broke his heart and he wanted to run - but where?

"I thought I get whatever I want?"

Chapter VII

The soft soothing voice replied behind him, "You get everything you want
here, Jacob." He spun about and looked again into the deep blue eyes of the
angelic-looking woman whom he had first met.

"You also get more than you wanted." She smiled and that look she gave him
calmed his heart. "And it is for all eternity."

Back to the end of the bed he could hear his son starting to groan as his
excitement rose. It took all of his willpower to keep his gaze upon the
tall naked woman standing next to the bed.

"This is not how my mother or wife would act!" He nodded over his shoulder
to the rutting threesome at the end of the bed.

"Jacob, your mother had been having intercourse with your son since he was
eleven years old."

"What?!" he practically shouted, but his voice was lost in the white
emptiness beyond his bed.

The beautiful woman ignored his cry. "In fact, eight years after your death
your wife brought Tony to your mother's hospital bed and she passed away
with his penis inside her."

If not for the startling encounter that awoke him this would have caused
him to faint with information overload and he would probably have not
believed any of it.

Ignoring his facial reactions the angelic woman continued, "Chris was
blackmailed into making pornographic movies. She dropped out of University
and now is a favorite of the adult video market." She stepped forward and
then sat sideways upon the bed, inches from Jacob, ignoring the animal
sounds of pleasure coming from the other side of the bed. "Anne lives alone
and avoids her mother and brother, after having caught them having sex. She
is a very emotionally unbalanced young woman."

Jacob realized his head was nodding back and forth upon his shoulders,
trying not to believe what he heard. Had he been dead that long? Could all
this be true?

"After your mother died, Tony and Jen moved to the coast and live where no
one knows they are mother and son."

He managed to gasp, "How did this happen?" Jacob realized he believed
everything that was said.

She laughed, the sound almost alien to her. "Why Jacob, you died." She made
it sound like the answer had been obvious.

A tear started to form in one eye. "How could God have done this to us? I
thought I was in heaven!"

"Who said anything about heaven?"
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