While Marta and Neal recuperated from the draining exhaustion of their releases, Kari trotted from the room and returned with three glasses of ice water. Both the boy and his mother accepted them and drank deeply.
"Welcome to the family, Marta," Kari smiled as the woman lowered her glass. "I had a feeling that night you and Mitch got together everything was going to work out just fine."
"Mitch and I?" Marta glanced up at the naked girl and then her son. "You know about that?"
Neal nodded, "I'm afraid we not only know about it, we arranged it."
"What?" his mother answered in confusion.
"Neal and I thought it would be nice if you and Mitch got together," Kari explained. "I'm afraid our curiosity got the best of us. We watched from Mitch's bedroom window."
"You saw?" Marta's eyes widened.
"Everything," Neal added.
"She knows about Mitch and us," Kari looked to Neal. "She saw Janice and Mitch in the other room."
"I don't know what to say," Marta muttered as she shook her head. "Too much has happened tonight."
"Don't say anything," Mitch Mason's voice came from the doorway to the bedroom. All three of their heads turned to the man. Janice was at his side, smiling.
"Just accept it, Marta," he added.
"You too?" she said. "You knew all about this? I mean about Kari and Neal?"
"Not until right now," he answered. "If things hadn't worked out so damn nicely, I think I'd show the both of them that their not too big to have their bottoms tanned. But things have worked out nicely."
"I need time to think about this," Marta shook her head.
"You didn't need time to think about it a few minutes ago," Kari said. "You did act with love. That's not it bad beginning."
Marta shrugged her shoulders and looked up at them with a grin, "Okay, where to now?"
"How about the kitchen," Mitch laughed "I feel like I could use some breakfast."
"It's two in the morning," Janice replied.
"Bacon and eggs go good anytime, day, night or morning," he answered. "Besides, I need a rest."
Janice chuckled, as did Marta, Kari and Neal.
Following Mitch, all of them moved to the kitchen. However, when the two adults offered to help prepare the meal, they were waved into the living room. Not wishing to press the point, Mitch and Marta did as they were told.
"How did all this get started?" Marta asked as they took a seat on the sofa.
Mitch opened his arms and she snuggled into his shoulder, "I'm not sure. I know Janice and Kari were lovers before they brought me into the group."
He paused, as if gathering his thoughts, "It was two years ago, after my wife died, the girl's mother. Janice was home from school during spring break, if memory serves me correctly. I'm not sure how long she had been considering it, but one night she slipped into bed with me while I was asleep."
"When I woke up during the night, there she was. I was angry as hell. I said a lot of mean, nasty things. Called her a whore, a bitch, etc., etc., etc. She cried. It wasn't an act. That tore me up. The next thing I knew I was holding her, trying to comfort her. I kissed her, then she kissed me. Things just took their natural course from there. I don't think there's a man in this country that could've refused her. She was young, beautiful, legal and damn willing." He hugged Marta close.
"And Kari?" the woman pressed.
"On her birthday this year Janice told her everything that had been happening between her and me. I didn't know a thing about It until Kari came into my bedroom that night and demanded that if I didn't make love to her, she'd run away from home because I didn't love her," he answered. "I'd been through this once. I didn't fight it. Again Kari is very beautiful, sexy and eighteen."
Then he added as an afterthought, "For what it's worth, neither of them were virgins. They both had had boys before me."
"Did you know about Kari and Neal… that they were lovers?" Marta continued her questions.
"No not for sure. Though I think Janice did," Mitch replied. "If I had had to place money on it, I would have won. After all Neal's a handsome boy and Kari is quite attractive. They're both healthy and if something didn't click, I'd have been surprised."
"Weren't you worried about pregnancy?" she suddenly turned to him as if the thought had just struck her.
He laughed, "Hey, this is the age of the pill. The minute I found out Janice and Kari were women, I trotted them down to the doctor and saw they got the protection they needed. Neither of these girls is stupid. They keep a regular schedule with the doctor every six months, just to be on the safe side."
Marta smiled, "I don't know if I would have been as liberal if I had a daughter instead of a son."
"A double standard? My god, woman, that's the remark of a male chauvinist if I ever heard one," he grinned. "Best be careful. Janice and Kari are both libbers."
"Come on. I'm serious," she chided.
"So am I. Janice and Kari have got good, solid heads on their shoulders and I seriously doubt that either one of them will spend their lives as housewives," he answered."
"I mean about being so sexually free," she explained.
"Why not? The average female is capable of bearing children at thirteen. And the average male is capable of being a poppa at the same age," he continued. "Look at past societies. Even in this country people got married early, very early. However today we force our children to be adults when they're children. As soon as they become physically adults, we tell them they are still children and have to wait ten years until they are allowed to find out what their bodies are all about."
"Of course, there are a hell of a large number who don't wait," he added. "And a hell of a lot of young girls ending up with children they didn't want to begin with. All of this, could have been avoided if the parents had been willing to look at life realistically, rather than letting some moralist or some preacher tell them how to live. But I guess that's too much to expect. Too many people want to be told how to live and what to do with their lives."
He stopped and grinned, "All of which has absolutely nothing to do with you and your reaction to what has happened tonight."
"I think Kari summed it up," Marta answered. "Love. Not the romantic bullshit, but the real thing. Do you understand?"
"Mmmm hmmm," he smiled, his head leaning toward hers.
Their mouths met and lingered together. Their arms entwined around each other. Their tongues taunted and flicked back and forth, taunting one another.
"Cool it!" Kari called from the kitchen. "If I remember correctly one of you two lovebirds ordered bacon and eggs. And this diner has got one hell of a mean short-order cook. I suggest you save that for later and come in here and make her happy!"
"Right!" Mitch called back as he eased from Marta's arms. "Time for breakfast at Mason's Nudist Camp!"
The meal was light, as was the conversation. Marta now realized that an underlying tension had been with the group all day. And now, now that she had discovered all the secrets tucked away within this small group of five, it was as if a tremendous load had been lifted from everyone's shoulders.
"That was good," Mitch patted his bare stomach and smiled as he pushed away from the table. "I even volunteer to clean up the mess."
"Will wonders never cease!" Janice laughed. "I bet you think one of us is going to feel sorry for dear old dad and offer to do it for him, don't you?"
"Well," he smiled, "the thought did pass through my mind."
"Shall we say, you made your bed, now lay in it," Janice grinned.
"Out!" Mitch took a mock swing at his red-haired daughter. "I don't have to put up with bad puns!"
"I offer my assistance," Marta spoke up.
"Not a bad bed to lay in," Kari whispered to Neal.
"Speaking of laying," he whispered back. "I was on my way to… "
The perky little blonde never gave him a chance to finish his statement. Grabbing his hand she practically dragged him from his chair into the living room.
Janice politely waited a moment or two then quietly slipped from the room after her sister and her boyfriend.
"What was that all about?" Marta glanced at Mitch.
"My guess is that your son is about to find his hands filled with two very sexy and very active girls," Mitch smiled.
"Both of them?" Marta's eyes widened.
"Why not," the man beside her answered. "YOU just had two lovers at the same time."
She never had blushed in her life. But Marta Winter blushed. Mitch laughed and pulled her to him, their mouths taking up where they had left off in the living room.
"I want you." he whispered. "I want you right now."
"In here?" she smiled coyly. "That floor is awfully hard. Unless you're suggesting you lie on your back."
"Neither one of us is going to lie on his back," he smiled.
"Standing up?" her eyes widened. "That could be a bit uncomfortable. You are quite a bit taller than me."
"No problem," he answered, reaching out and drawing one of the kitchen chairs to him. "All you have to do is bend over and grab hold of the seat."
He was suggesting that he take her from behind. She shivered with excitement at the thought of his big cock ramming into her from that position. Despite her recent pussy licking, she felt a fountain of juices welling in her cunt.
Without another word from him, she assumed the position he had suggested. Her bare ass wagged up at him, tempting his hands.
He responded just as she wanted, by reaching out and grabbing two big handfuls of her ass flesh. She groaned loud and long, as tingling thrills quivered through her quickly heating body.
"Has anyone ever told you you've got one lovely ass here?" he whispered, leaning over her back and kissing her neck, while his fingers firmly kneaded the fleshy half-moons of her rump.
"No," she lied, wiggling around a bit more under the exciting sensations his artful manipulations were creating.
"Well," he said softly. "Remind me sometime and I'll tell you just how lovely this sexy ass is."
"Mmmmmmm," she crooned in a deep, husky voice.
Her ass was sexy and apparently far more sensitive than he had previously discovered. For a moment he toyed with the idea of giving those upturned cushions a good swat, wondering how she would react. Some women he had met really got off on being spanked. He filed the idea away for future reference at a time when they were both in a playful mood. At the moment this dark-haired seductress was in anything but a playful mood. In fact her arousal was growing stronger by the moment and he hadn't even touched those elongated cones of tit flesh dangling under her or the moistly glistening mound of her tight pussy.
Unsure of just what was happening, he tickled a finger along the dark crease of her ass. She nearly came undone. She quaked and groaned, throwing her ass back at him. He grinned, realizing exactly what he had taken hold of.
"In fact," he picked up his train of thought "This ass is so damned pretty, I think I'll fuck it. I think I'll just shove my hard cock up your tight asshole."
"My god!" she groaned, her whole body shuddering in anticipation. "Yes! Yes! Yes! You wonderful man! Fuck my ass!"
His hand squeezed down tightly on the twin cushions of her hindquarters. She groaned and trembled. He kneaded those two fleshy pads for several minutes, while his lips and teeth busied the soft whiteness of her shoulders.
"But first," he whispered suggestively. "I think I ought to give that asshole a nice, wet kiss."
Again her reaction was explosive. But not half as explosive as when he spread the plump pillows of her rear cheeks and knelt behind her, his lips pressed against the tight, puckered ring of her anus.
"Gooooood!" she groaned out in a deep lusty voice. "Ahhhhh!"
His tongue-tip speared into the taut mouth of her asshole. She stood there impaled on his oral probe and trembling with decided arousal. Carefully he licked and laved the sleek interior of her rectum, preparing her, slickening her for the massive plunger he was about to cram up tiny socket of her back.
While his tongue did a damn fine job of relaxing the strong muscles of her ass, he popped a finger up into her cunt. She was hot and wet. Juices flowed like a flooding river within her. There was no doubt in his mind that the thought of having him embedded in her rear channel was a definite turn-on for this dark-haired beauty.
He pumped in and out of her quim a few times for good measure, heightening her increasing arousal with each rough stroke of his finger. Then he pulled free with a wet, sucking noise. His tongue then slid from her saliva-slippery anus.
"Now?" she moaned, anticipating what was to come next.
"First I've got to do something about getting my prick ready," he answered, easing behind her so that his glans throbbed against the lips of her quivering labia. "We need to make it nice and slick so that it can slide right up into your ass. And what I think I need is this!"
His hips jerked forward, slamming every inch of his cock into the heated interior of her cunt. She groaned as he wrenched back and forth inside her. Then with the same abruptness with which he had entered, he evacuated her body.
Glancing down at the lubricant-bathed length of his shaft, he smiled. He was slick now, far slicker than saliva could ever make him.
Again he spread the fleshy demi-globes of her rear. There at the center of that deep valley was his target-the brown ring of her anus. The taut nodes of that ring stood up in tense anticipation of his entry.
"Relax," he whispered, his hands gliding over the shivering demi-globes of her buttocks. "Relax."
She did as much as possible, which was damn hard, since her body yearned for him, ached for that massive length of his prick. He felt the tension ease from her body. Then he moved forward.
The engorged head of his prick nuzzled against the mouth of her rectum. She moaned softly, trembling with desire, but she forced herself to remain motionless. He pressed in a little, The valley of her ass cheeks deepened. Inward he edged, watching her ass sink in, forming lit fleshy cavern without admitting him.
She thought relax! She soothed herself with comforting thoughts. She calmed herself. Her breaths were deep and controlled, calculated to ease the anticipation from every cell in her body.
The taut nodes of her anus flattened. Her sphincter muscle quivered lit bit, then the cincture of her ass gave way. The bulging glans of his cock shot into her asshole, followed by the swollen shaft of his prick.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" she groaned, her back washed in aroused waves of gooseflesh. "My god! My god!"
Her ass clamped down, trapping him within a velvet-lined vise. Tight wasn't emphatic enough to describe the strained pressure of those sleek walls. She gripped and held firmly every thick inch of his throbbing cock.
He couldn't have moved even if he had wanted to, which he didn't. Not at the moment at least.
He was completely satisfied to just stand there locked in the squeezing pleasure of her ass. Fire, searing sexual heat, washed around the wonderfully pulsing stalk of his manhood. Even in the heat of passion, this woman's cunt could never produce the volcanic fire that burned in her rectal channel. He groaned, his body quaking with the magnificent feel of her.
"Big!" she gulped. "You feel so big! I don't think I can take you!"
It was possible. Some women just couldn't take a man up their assholes. If that were the case, there was no use pushing his point. The membranes of her rectum were too delicate and could be easily ripped if he forced himself. Yet he couldn't believe that this woman who had gone wild with the mere thought of taking a cock in her back wasn't capable of taking him.
"Are you sure?" he whispered softly, while his palms gently stroked the supple slopes of her buttocks. "I'll come out if you want."
"No?" she answered emphatically. "Give me a moment. I want you. And I want you just where you are!"
His loving hands continued to caress her ass cheeks, soothing her, pampering her, fondling her. The taut grip surrounding his embedded prick lessened a bit, then clamped down again.
"Relax," he whispered, standing as perfectly still as possible. "Just relax. Relax."
He felt her quiver and tremble as she did just that. The silk-lined walls of her ass tunnel quaked somewhat spasmodically. The tight furrow eased. She moaned, forcing her body to accept his rigid pike of flesh.
"There," her head nodded. "Just a moment more so I can get used to the feel of you."
Again he did as she asked. He stood there with her tight rear channel contracting around him. She squeezed and relaxed, squeezed and relaxed. Now, however, the contracting muscles of her rectum were under her control.
"Good," she crooned with obvious pleasure. "It feels marvelous. Now fuck me! Fuck my ass!"
He needed no further urging. Easing back he pulled his embedded prick from the fiery hole of her rectum. Inch after inch of massive cock slithered up from her bowels. Delightful waves of excitement shimmered over her back. She sighed gratefully.
Reaching the peak of his stroke he reversed his course and nuzzled down into' the burning recesses of her ass. Friction, searing sexual friction, burned over his aching glans as he drilled into her opened ass. He penetrated her, delved every thick inch of his fatness into her welcoming hole. Deep, then deeper he pushed, his way prepared by the mixture of his saliva and her pussy juices.
She hadn't lied when she said it felt big. She was stuffed with cock, filled to the brim with his wonderfully throbbing prick. She had taken him in her mouth and in her cunt, now she offered her rear orifice to him. And loved every moment of him being there.
The bulky head of his shaft jerked and twitched with arousal. She moaned. She felt it, really felt it! Without the thick flood of lubricants which welled in her quim, she was more aware of his imposing mass. She could feel every inch of his roundness. She could savor the swollen circumference of his cock as she had never done before.
In and out he moved in a slow, steady, pumping motion. She wiggled her rump a bit, whipping him column sex around within the heat or her ass. She heard moans and increased the provocative wagging of her buttocks.
In he came and she relaxed, accepting the long thick pole that stuffed up her back. Out he slithered and she squeezed down, gripping that magnificent stalk with all her might. He trembled as her actions created a superheated pocket or burning lust. His balls were jumping around in their sacs like animated boulders of need.
Sliding his palms up the smooth bareness of her back, he lay atop her. His hands reached down beneath her breasts. Opening his hands, he allowed the stiff tips of her dangling tits to drift back and. forth across his palms. She moaned and whimpered as he created all sorts of hot thrills for those mammoth mammaries.
Easy, he rocked back and forth, his cock thoroughly plowing the hot burrow of her bowels. Slowly, very slowly, he increased the rhythm of his deep-probing strokes. Her own body caught his tempo, swaying back and forth as he shafted into her.
As that swollen plunger slid up the velvet channel of her ass, she pushed back, nudging his pelvis with the fleshy balls of her buttocks. As he slipped out of her, she eased from him in a perfect counter-movement. Locked there cock to ass, they tucked one another, each taking and giving pleasure.
"All night," she sighed with a trembly little shiver. "I could take this all night."
So could he, if it were biologically possible. It wasn't. His balls were boiling with the need to release the hot thickness they contained. His hips were already shafting his cock in and out of her with ever-increasing strength. It would only be a short time until he would be unable to contain the lust that flamed in his loins.
If she were to get the full measure of pleasure from their ass-cock coupling. he had to do something-fast!
He did!
His hands reached up and kneaded roughly into the mounds of her dangling tits. He squeezed and squeezed his fingers into those milky white, elongated cones. At the same time, his teeth, tongue and lips went to work on her neck and shoulder. Her body immediately responded. Her ass jerked back and forth with demanding desire.
If that wasn't enough, he abruptly ran a hand down to her unoccupied cunt and occupied it with a probing finger, while his thumb rolled and rubbed the extended button of her clit.
The four-fold stimulation was too much for the dark-haired beauty. She bucked and hunched back into him, impaling herself on his swollen lance of lust. She groaned in bestial incoherence as she fucked herself on him.
His own hips leaped in and out. His cock plowed into the sleeving tightness of her asshole. Out and in, in and out, his turgid cock drilled into her opened rear. His balls ached now and he tensed himself to withhold the fiery blast that mounted in his groin.
Harder and harder he drove. Faster and faster she bucked and undulated around him. Their moans were a chorus of desire and passion.
She came first, her whole body shuddered with reckless abandon. Then he released the control of his loins and flooded the searing hole of her rectum with a burning flow of sexual lava… He hunched and jerked into her as he came, spurting gush upon gush of sperm and semen up Into the channel of her back.
He quaked and trembled as the tunnel of her bowels gripped down around him, squeezing him in the desperation of her climax. She could no longer retain her firm grip on his prick as when he first entered, since the creamy thickness of his own seed slickened her, making her slippery and wet.
He clung to her breathlessly for several minutes, until his sleeping prick slithered limply from her come-oozing ass. Somehow he managed to locate another chair behind him and slipped down onto its cold seat. Marta, her breasts still heaving in panting breaths, twisted a bit and flopped down on the chair on which she had supported herself while receiving the thorough reaming of her asshole.
Neither of them spoke, but simply stared at each other with wide grins on their faces for several minutes. Marta's eyes glanced at the dirty dishes still on the table.
"Think they'll be mad that we backed out on our share of the work?" she smiled.
"Let it wait until morning," he laughed. "I'll get them then."
Then after a heaving breath. "Want to join the kids in the living room?"
She nodded, "I'll be in there in a moment. After a detour to the bathroom."
"Right," he answered, watching her rise and leave. After another moment or two to regain his strength, Mitch pushed his way from the chair and walked into the living room. Neal, Janice and Kari were all on the floor, their cheeks were flushed with the pinkness of recent climax. His eyes darted between Kari's partially spread legs. A thin stream of opal-hued moisture trickled down the interior of one thigh. Apparently, Neal had delivered the load of come he had brought for her earlier, but was sidetracked in his mother's mouth.
As he stood there, the blonde's hazel eyes rose to his. A wicked little smile moved over her sensuous lips. Her tongue flicked behind those partially opened lips. Before he could utter a word, the younger of his stepdaughters rose and walked to him. She pushed up on her tiptoes and kissed him. He held her, accepting the rapid twists of her tongue as it plunged into his mouth.
Tantalizingly, her body taunted him. She wiggled and burrowed that sexy little body against his bare flesh. Her fleecy cunt hairs rubbed over his sleeping cock, trying to cajole it to life once again. Her big tits rolled and mashed into his flesh. Her arms directed him, easing him to the floor.
"Oh," she pouted with disappointment as their lips parted. Her body snuggled against his as they lay on the carpet. "I think you and Marta have been up to something in the kitchen."
"None of your business, young lady," he smiled.
"If Marta's going to be my new mother," she grinned, "I've got to keep tabs on her activities."
"Who said anything about Marta becoming your new mother?" he frowned, then smiled. "Aren't you assuming a bit too much?"
"Me? Never," she shook her head. "I'm just putting one and one together."
"Maybe your addition isn't what it used to be," he grinned, kissing her lightly.
"Perhaps," she crooned. "But the way I figure it, one and one equals one!"
"One?" he groaned. "Do you mean I've spent all that money on your education and you can't even add one and one?"
"One big family," she grinned. "One big and very loving family."
"Hrumph!" he grunted, shaking his head in amusement.
"Don't 'hrumph' me," she scolded, her body beginning its provocative wiggles once again. "I came over here to be loved."
"You are," he kissed her.
"Then why don't you show it?" she suggested, her cunt knoll pushing against his crotch.
"Got to let nature take its course," he shook his head. "I'm a man, not a magician."
"Mmmmmm," she mused. "Perhaps I could work a little magic of my own."
Without waiting for his reaction, she suddenly scooted down, her head resting by his crotch and the dangling hose of his cock. With her stepfather's eyes following her every move, she extended her tongue and licked him.
Mitch's eyes weren't the only gaze riveted to Kari's moistly flicking oral digit. Marta had entered the room and stood at the doorway. The first thing she noticed was Mitch and Kari and that was as far as her eyes went.
Fascinated, she stared at the sexy young blonde as the girl's tongue lapped away the traces of Mitch's come and Marta's own asshole from his prick. Eagerly the girl licked and laved over the sleeping snake of his penis, Then she opened her mouth and began to suck.
Marta felt the swirling waves of arousal course through her loins once again. As impossible as it seemed, her recently sated body was aching for sex again. Shameless hussy! she reprimanded herself. But it didn't help as she watched the stiffening length of Mitch's cock grow under the soft insistence of Kari's sucking mouth and twirling tongue.
She felt the throbbing twitches of renewed life that coursed through that thick cock, which Marta realized the young blonde was experiencing. She could taste the fresh droplets of preseminal fluids that oozed from the thickening head of the man's cock.
She shivered, trying to draw her eyes away from the arousing scene. But as with Janice and Mitch in bed together, she was mesmerized by the blonde stepdaughter eating at her stepfather's rooty tube of cock. She trembled as the girl's cheeks hollowed deeply. She moaned softly to herself when that swelling rod slid glistening from her pouting pink lips.
Up and down the blonde's head bobbed now, having created a solid lance of desire from Mitch's recently deflated penis. Hungrily Kari ate at his cock. Her edacious mouth opened and accepted every inch of his column. Downward she slid along his throbbing rail of flesh, her nose nestling in the black hairs at the base of his shaft. Upward she pulled, sucking strongly at the growing wand of his manhood, stopping her movement with only his glans remaining within the warm shelter of her young face.
Someone moved to her side. She glanced to her left. It was Neal. Apparently she wasn't the only one in the room watching the provocative display of oral dexterity Kari provided. Neal's young prick stood hard and jerking from his crotch as he leaned back against the sofa and gazed at the teen-ager and her stepfather.
Suddenly Marta was aware that his eyes were on her. She looked up into his face. That knowing smile twisted on his lips. She realized that he had intercepted her longing gaze at his throbbing prick.
She shivered despite herself, as his hand reached out and grasped that thick column of sex. Up and down his fingers stroked, taunting her with the firmness of his cock, teasing the needs that dampened the slit of her cunt.
His dark eyes summoned her without a word. Without uttering a sound in reply, she slowly walked toward him, knowing that his gaze slowly roved over her nakedness as she came. She trembled, reveling in the pleasure she saw gleaming in his youthful eyes.
Sinking to her knees beside him on the floor she replaced his hand on his cock with her own: Her son moaned deeply as her fingers closed around the throbbing thickness of his shaft. Gently, while he watched, her hand rose and fell along the solid rail of his manly spike.
She had touched and tasted him before Now she intended something completely different for her son's lovely cock. She would have him in her pussy, deep in the soft recesses of her need.
"Neal," she said as her dark eyes rolled up to him, "I need you. I need you in me!"
His answer was simple.
"Yes."
He slid around and stretched out on his back and gazed lovingly up at her.
Without further comment, she accepted his invitation to sit on his prick. He moaned softly as she climbed atop him, straddling his legs so that she squatted over him just below the throbbing rod of his cock.
Her spread thighs were like warm silk pressed tightly against his legs, almost a soothing counter-sensation to the electric excitement coursing through his body. The tickling softness of her thick black bush of pubic fur brushed over the tops of his thighs in a titillating taunt. His hips twitched in little jerks of anticipation, moving with a volition of their own.
She smiled down at him, her juggling tits dancing on her chest. "Beautiful. Beautiful."
Her hand slowly reached out and her fingers once more found the solid circumference of his pulsating sex. Like silken feathers, her fingertips ran up and down the straining hardness of him. She traced over the contours of his veined stalk and the hypersensitive knob of his glans.
He moaned and his hips twisted around in little, squirming circles. She was gentle. Her caresses were almost like those of a woman worshipping lust.
Unable to hold back any longer, she gave in to the demanding want and need that directed her. She pushed herself up from her seat on his legs. She scooted forward on her knees, moving over him. The heat of his thighs rubbing against hers as she crawled sent even newer and more aroused sensations to whip at the desire that motivated her every action.
Grasping his young, virile dick with one hand, she squatted above the pleasure of his groin. Her groove of sex trembled with a throbbing lust as she hovered there a brief moment or two, as she assured herself that her son realized what was about to happen.
He did. He grinned up at her with wide-eyed anticipation.
Then she began a slow-motion descent to the wand of desire her whole being ached to possess. The gorged bulb of his cockscrown nuzzled into the nest of her silk-fringed slit under the direction of her guiding fingers. She quaked and moaned incoherently with that most intimate of contacts. Eagerly, she felt the thick bulge of his glans twitch and jerk as they glided easily into the pouted lips of her labia. His own soft moans mingled with hers in the language of lust. Lower her wanton hips descended, the pulsating tip of his cock sinking deeper into her snatch, pushing into the scalloped folds of her inner lips. Then he separated them and pressed inward toward the burning core of her desire.
Doing her best to suppress the maddening urge to abandon herself to the frenzied fucking her body demanded, she released her clamping grip on his cock and slowly slid down the remaining length of the bone-hard tube of man meat.
Like a fiery rod, it was completely entrenched within her. She groaned and whimpered out the pleasure of their union. A union that was a satisfaction of its own. A union that filled her with pleasure she had denied herself because of the taboos of society.
It was indescribable!
Like velvet-covered springs of steel, the inner folds of her cunt sheathed him. The washing viscosity of her vagina bathed him in liquid warmth. The spongy persistence of her cunt walls squeezed at him, molding themselves to every inch he had pushed up into his mother's belly. So complete was the fulfilling pleasure that took command of his body that his eyes slowly lowered with savoring delight.
Then she moved. A little twitching move that jerked his cock with it. And her hands were on his chest. His eyes flared open and he stared up at the smiling face of his mother. Her eyes were lit with the incandescent gleam of love and lust.
"God!" she whispered-moaned. "You're big! So fucking big!"
He had never heard her utter that word before. A few "hells" and "damns," but never the big one. Rather than being shocked, he found the sound of it coming from her lips exciting and thrilling. It said just what was coursing through his own brain. He was fucking her-fucking his mother!
His pelvis jerked up as if moving with a mind of its own. He felt himself slither even deeper into the humid pocket of her tight pussy.
"Ohhhhhhhhh!" she groaned in a throaty voice of lust. "Go! That's it! My God! That's it! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!"
Which is what he did. His hips bucked and pumped upward, doing their damnedest to lunge into the limits of her depths. However the confining position of her body and her weight were too much for more than minor movements. All the same, his moving in her had his mother moaning and groaning. Her fingers dug into his chest, leaving little crescents.
Supporting herself on outstretched arms, palms sliding over the pebbles of his nipples, she began to move.
His whole body screamed out in agonizing pleasure. The warm, caressing folds of her cunt were sliding up him. Higher and higher she pulled herself, inching up that throbbing rail of his sex. He moaned as she slipped completely free of him, leaving only the blood-filled head of his prick within the sweetness of her belly.
His moaning increased twofold as she started back down, burying him once more in the enfolding channel of pleasure. He trembled and quivered with excitement. Then she was pulling away again, slithering off his pulsing root. Then down she moved, swallowing his cock up within her pussy. Then up. Then down. Up and down. She was fucking him. His mother was fucking him.
Sizzling passion writhed through the open nerve endings of her body as she moved. His cock was big and hard, at least every inch as big as Mitch's massive pussy pleaser. He filled her, feeding the wanton need of her body. She moaned out the gratification of her lust.
She felt him come into her hard and long as she lowered her hips to his crotch, and thick and stiff as she pulled away. His fiery brand of cock throbbed against the caressing folds of her cunt. Then she was moving back down. The desire-laden crown of his prick glided into her hole. Before its mass the rippled walls of her sex opened and accepted him, accepted every inch that sluiced into her depths. When she pulled off, she squeezed, trying to hold him in her, an action that created heated, pleasurable friction throughout the gasping harbor of her belly.
There was no pausing to savor his presence within her. Her body and its flaming needs would not allow it. Her lust for her son was too great. Her need would not be denied.
There was no art or expertise to her movements, just desire. Her lust was too demanding for the fineries of lovemaking. She had but one controlling goal-to unleash the lust and want her need for her son had created within her trembling body.
Up and down her hips pumped in a steady rhythm. She groaned and moaned as she sucked in the throbbing length of meat she hungered for. Up and down she rode him, fucking him, fucking him to the content of the near agony of her need.
In and out of the hot pocket of her wanton body he moved. Her eyes were misted over with a veil of oblivion to him and the world around them. All that mattered was the thickness that crammed its way into her belly. All that mattered was the cock that her pussy greedily ate. All that mattered was the pulsating madness that drove her on in desperation.
Her whole being now accepted what was happening. He fell into her rhythm. As she pulled off the lust-controlled rod of his prick, he jerked his hips back, his buttocks bouncing on the floor. As she dropped down, his hips jumped up, spearing his thick length into the woman who straddled him. Then he pulled back and lanced up once again.
The pleasure that filled him was exquisite.
He could not get enough of her hot, wet pussy. He fucked her. Fucked his mother with a reckless abandon. He plowed into her body, thinking only of blasting forth the hot load of come that was seething in his bans.
Harder and harder he poled into her dripping furrow of sex. She groaned and grunted as he packed her with his burning cock. Her incoherent sounds thrilled him and he slammed his shaft more violently into the plump, enveloping lips of her sex. She grunted and moaned louder.
"Fuck… me!" she pleaded. "Fuck me! Fuck me hard and deep!"
It was magnificent. He was filled with flaming desire. She wanted his cock as much as he had to have her pussy. Her desire was as great as his. She wanted to be fucked. She needed to have his pulsing shaft crammed into her hot cunt!
His hips whipped and jerked up. His cock drilled deep into the luxurious softness of her belly. Harder and harder he packed her womanly body with the bigness of his virile cock. She grunted and groaned as his hips bucked into the vulnerable, open mound of her pubis. Crotch to crotch they slammed together in loud, wet, excited slaps.
Wave after wave of titanic flesh tremors quaked up from her constantly throbbing loins. She hunched wildly, trying to drive the massive rod filling her into the ring of her cervix. Hotter and hotter the ache of her thighs burned. She fucked like a woman gone mad. Swirling and churning, the fantastic pressure of near climax lashed at her body. Forced by the consuming lust of passion, her hips rose and fell, pumping the fat prod of sexual meat into the seething well of her body.
Faster and faster, harder and harder, she worked herself into a frantic frenzy of desperation. The center of her being cartwheeled over and over. Her vision blurred. Her brain pounded. Her body screamed in ecstasy.
Her whole being exploded!
She came, white-hot light searing through her. She was the universe. She expanded and contracted with a pulsing flow of pleasure energies. Like the ever increasing vibrations of a strobe light, the whiteness of the light pulsated. Faster and stronger it pulsated. Faster and stronger it flashed, transforming in a kaleidoscopic rush of color that throbbed and grew and flashed back to white.
She soared, following the irresistible powers that caught her and held her in the throes of her violent release. Lust and desire ran rampant, shattering her soul into a thousand fragments only to reassemble them, then blasted back into the oblivion of pleasure.
Piteous cries of orgasmic ecstasy were torn from her lips, as he continued to pump and lash himself into the quaking mouth of her pussy. His own lust was a fiery ball of burning rage that flared in his testicles. Then it pushed into the shaft of his pulsing cock.
Humping furiously into the folds of the woman hole that was now swirling and caressing his throbbing prick, he strove for the release that his body demanded.
Higher and higher the flaming ball worked. Then in searing glory it blasted out from the tiny mouth of his rod. In scalding heat he fountained into his mother's quim. Spurt after spurt of volcanic cream fountained up from his groin and spewed into the welcoming channel of the quaking woman seated on his crotch.
He felt her arms give away, and the heavy impact of her body onto his. But he didn't mind. All that mattered was the fantastic rush of sperm and semen that flooded from his shaft, splattering the hot sheath of cunt enveloping his cock.
The willing and loving cunt of his mother!
She just lay there, savoring the full satisfaction of the union with her son. She felt the decreasing throbs of his big, fat cock. Then she felt him slowly deflating, slithering out from the come-drenched socket of her sex. He ebbed and withdrew, his cock a limp hose of sleeping penis.
Exhausted, she rolled to her back and sucked in a sighing breath of gratitude. She was drained physically and emotionally.
At least she thought she was.
The red-headed girl who slowly crawled over to her had completely different ideas. Janice's green eyes flashed with an impish gleam of light as she moved toward the woman to deliver her own welcoming kiss.
"Ahhharggahhh!" Marta groaned in surprise and pleasure.
She glanced down and gazed at the naked young woman whose tongue was so delightfully embedded in the still contracting folds of her cunt. Janice's eyes rolled up to meet hers, sparkling with a wicked brightness.
Running her eager tongue up into the very hot hole of Marta's pussy, the redhead shivered with decided arousal. The taste that flooded her mouth was exciting. The dark-haired woman's pussy held a wonderful mixture of Neal's thick sexual cream and a very womanly coating of feminine juices.
Pressing her lips to the quivering mouth of Marta's cunt, Janice drank deeply, sucking out the heavy flow of male and female fluids. She swallowed down the heated juices, her lips smacking with relish.
Marta groaned as her son's release was drained from the quivering folds of her pussy. She trembled as that dainty tongue twirled back into the heat of her body.
"I think we should join them," she heard Kari whisper somewhere across the room.
She didn't hear Mitch's reply, but she did hear the padding of four feet approaching her. There was a movement above her. She glanced up. Kari stood over her. The young girl's legs were spread wide so that she was given an unobstructed view of her moist, pink cunt lips.
"I think one good kiss deserves another" Mitch said, but Marta couldn't locate him. "Don't you, Marta?"
She wasn't sure what he was talking about. But Kari made everything clear as she squatted down to Marta's face.
"Kiss it," the young blonde urged. "Kiss it."
There was no way she could avoid kissing that lovely young cunt as Kari sat directly on her face. So, she kissed it.
There was more than Kari's fluids on her plump pussy lips. There was the taste of a man. She shivered. Mitch! The girl had been filled with her stepfather's come and now was asking her to drink it away in the same manner Janice had emptied Neal's seed from her own cunt.
Following Janice's example, Marta puckered her lips and pressed them to the moist pinkness of the blonde's quim. She sucked and swallowed, drinking down the mingling mixture of male and female juices.
Then for the first time in her life, she tickled her tongue-tip into the channel of another woman's vagina. It wasn't a bad experience at all. In fact, she found it highly arousing, almost as exciting as the feminine tongue that waggled around in the depths of her pussy.
Kari moaned out softly above her, letting her know she totally approved of the woman's oral explorations. Cautious at first, then with increasing interest, she ran her tongue up into the moist pocket of the girl's sex. She licked a bit, laved around, and sucked.
Each action brought renewed moans from the blonde.
Then the tongue within her own quim slammed deeply into the folds of her vagina. Marta groaned, as did Janice, who kneeled between her spread thighs.
Unknown to Marta, whose vision was completely blocked by Kari's cunt, Mitch now stood behind his older daughter. He had just filled the girl's upturned snatch with seven, long, hard inches. In one deep-grinding thrust!
It was that thrust that had crammed Janice's tongue into the cunt she ate, drawing Marta's groans.
Again Mitch thrusted, throwing his full pulsing length into the tightness of the redhead's taut quim. Again the girl groaned and pushed her tongue deeply into the dark-haired woman's pussy. In a chain reaction, Marta's own tongue dipped roughly into Kari's labia. The blonde groaned gratefully, her hips wiggling around a bit.
Back Mitch wrenched and the chain of reactions reversed themselves, following the slithering path of his prick. Then in and out, in and out, as he fucked his stepdaughter's marvelous, strained cunt.
In and out, licking and lapping, Janice's tongue fucked at Marta's throbbing hole of lust. Out and in Marta laved the trembling mouth of Kari's pussy.
Locked together that way, Mitch worked all three women. Slowly, ever so slowly, he plowed back and forth. The recent drain on his testicles allowed him to sustain a relatively relaxed tempo to his deep, stroking plunges. None of the women seemed to mind.
Only at the last did his thrust increase in vigor as his lust once more boiled in his balls. Then and only then did he ramrod himself back and forth in the tight channel of Janice's quim.
Kari came first, lashed to the heights of ecstasy by the persistent licking of Marta's tongue. The sexy little blonde cried out in her rush and pleasure, then rolled from the dark-haired woman.
The satisfied groans of the two other women and one man quickly followed Kari's as each of them were blasted into their own worlds of sexual oblivion. Together on the floor they lay panting and smiling in gratitude for the mutual release they had shared.
As it was, minutes passed before either of the three noticed the disappearance of Neal and Kari.
"Where do you think those two have gone?" Marta asked, her eyes still misted with pleasure.
Mitch grinned up at her, "Probably decided they needed some privacy."