Ball in the family
Incest is a peculiar aspect of human sexuality, that it is so stigmatized and tabooed, there is very little data -- especially well documented data -- available on its occurrence and frequency. That it does exist is undeniable, but the facts surrounding it are shaded by mistrust and misinformation.
Perhaps the most commonly reported form of incest involves, in descending order, uncle/niece, aunt/nephew, brother/sister, father/daughter, and mother/son. These last two, however, are extremely rarely reported, and so information concerning them is sparse. Perhaps it is due to the feet that parents might report uncles and aunts that these two head the list, and because later life may bring confession of brother/sister relations while children that these lead the list, while the fact that reporting father/daughter and mother/son incestual relations would involve turning oneself in that puts these two forms of incest at the bottom of the list.
In BALL IN THE FAMILY, however, Ms. Butts deals with the hypothetical family which, due to the frequency of their relations, inevitably finds one another out. Their form of resolving this difficulty, however, is truly unique in that they recognize each other's deep-seated feelings and needs and make allowances for them, enabling them to all get together for what can only be described as sexual "fun", involving pleasure and release.
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CHAPTER ONE
Ursula Roberts lay on her bed vaguely feeling up her cunt when she heard her fifteen-year-old son Jack come in downstairs. She had meant to spend the evening reading, but as often happened, her hand had found its way between her legs and had started to tease and caress the tingling wet womanflesh there. The book was interesting, though, so instead of really beating herself off in earnest, she had continued to read while lightly caressing the buttery labia.
"That you, Jack?" she called out.
"Uh-huh."
"You're back a bit early, aren't you?" she said. Her son had gone out with a girl he really liked, and Ursula was surprised he hadn't stayed out later.
"Yeah, I guess it is kind of early," he said. His voice didn't sound very happy, that was for sure.
"Jack, would you come here a minute," Ursula said gently. She was a very dedicated mother, and if her son was unhappy, she wanted to see if she could find out why, so as to be able to cheer him up. She slid her hand away from her cunt, and pulled her bathrobe over her sexy nightie. Ursula was a magnificent forty year old who loved to clothe her voluptuous form in sexy negligees and things of that sort.
Jack came in looking very bedraggled. Ursula got the impression that he was almost on the point of tears.
"Your date didn't work out very well, did it?" she asked gently.
"Mom... it was awful!"
"Why don't you sit here on the bed and tell me all about it?" She liked having a male sitting on the edge of her bed, even when it was just her son.
"We were dancing, and this big guy came up and asked Sherry if she wanted to dance. She looked him over and said yes, and that was just about the last I saw of her. I tried to cut back in later, but she just turned to me and said 'sorry, I'm set for the evening'. So I came home."
There was a sob in his voice as he recounted this humiliation, then he really started to cry in earnest, and his embarrassment over what had happened with Sherry was made all the worse by the shame he felt at losing control of himself in front of his mother like this. But she understood that he also needed to be comforted, so she took him in her arms and pressed him close to her.
"There, there, don't you worry about a thing," she said softly, stroking his hair.
Jack did indeed feel comforted by his mother's warmth and closeness, but he felt something else, too -- namely, a swelling of his cock! He had dreamed about this date with Sherry for days, had beaten off imagining how it would be to press her soft, female body against his, and although Sherry had ditched him, this was indeed a very soft, very female body pressing against him now. Ursula had very full, firm breasts, and the way they were squashed against his chest really made his dick cram hard against the fabric of his underpants. His mother was wearing a flimsy nightie and an equally flimsy bathrobe, and he thought that he could feel her nipples pressing through his shirt.
He could, too, and the reason wasn't hard to find. Her big pinkish-brown nipples were no longer soft rosebuds but swollen passion-nubs, eager for the touch of a man's fingers of lips.
Ursula had often felt sort of excited by her son -- seeing him in his bathrobe going to take a bath, for example -- but she had shrugged off her feelings. She was far too natural a woman to worry about having "wrong" thoughts. But what she was feeling now was also far too powerful for her to ignore. Somehow, the combination of her son's fine adolescent looks with his childlike need at the moment to be protected and comforted really turned her on. She felt her clit harden and drop after drop of feminine lubricant ooze down the soft inside of her cunt to collect in droplets on the dainty pubic fluff which grew between her legs.
Without knowing exactly what she wanted to do, she pressed Jack all the closer and started to kiss him. The kisses could be interpreted as maternal kisses of the usual sort, but they could be interpreted as something else, too. Jack found himself slipping his tongue into his mother's mouth and pressing it against her tongue. All the things he had dreamed of doing with Sherry he now found himself wanting to do with his mother. And unlike Sherry, who had more or less publicly ditched him, his mother was loving and understanding.
Ursula's husband Clifton had been away on a business trip for about a week, and although she had masturbated pretty regularly, that sure as hell wasn't the same thing as having a nice hard hunk of cock up her hole, firing its load of spunk. So the presence of her son's tongue in her mouth, reminding her as it did of something else of his she could have inside her body if she wanted it, made her cunt give a little spasmodic contractions of excitement.
"You're good," she whispered to Jack. She knew what she was encouraging him to do, and for the life of her she couldn't tell whether she was doing so because she was hot or because she knew what a good fuck would do for his battered ego. She didn't know, and she didn't care, either.
That husky whisper of hers was all it took to make up Jack's mind for him. His prick already felt like it was going to burst through his pants. He just had to have this wonderful, soft warm woman, and he had to have her now. He slid his hand in her bathrobe and caressed one of her lace-covered breasts. It was so round, and full, and firm. He squeezed the prominent nipple, and his mother gave a little shudder of delight. He pressed on the underside of the tit, and the thing came popping out of the top of her nightie. He rubbed his hands over it again, but man, oh man, it was so much better to be feeling smooth, female skin than the fabric of her nightgown. The nipple was so big, so hard... He pinched it again, and his mother let out a low moan.
She was delighted that he was taking the lead, playing the aggressive role like this. Like many mothers, she was very anxious for her son to grow up into a virile man, and it really made her clit tingle to realize that when it came to sex, he was more than ready to occupy the driver's seat. And in addition, her tits had always been extremely sensitive, so the purely physical side of the action she was getting there would have been enough by itself to drive her cunt up the wall.
"Nice! Nice!" she gasped. Her own hands weren't completely idle, though, since though she thought that the man should generally take the lead in sex, she certainly didn't believe the woman should act like some damn corpse. She started out by squeezing his prick through the fabric of his pants. Then he pulled down the zipper.
His prick really punched out against the white cloth of the underpants as the constraint of the trousers was removed. Ursula pulled his underpants down so that his aching cock could at long last stretch out to its full, hard length. She gave it a squeeze that nearly sent it shuddering off in its come right then and there.
For that matter, the thought of squeezing her own son's prick, and the feeling of its stiffness in her hand, almost made her come herself.
"Mom! That's just outasight!" he gasped.
He had her bathrobe drawn back and both of her tits pulled over the top of her nightie. He was kissing and licking them, and showing a great deal of natural aptitude in doing so, too. As far as Ursula knew, he hadn't had much sexual experience -- he was in many ways a rather shy and retiring boy -- but now that an opportunity had finally arrived for him to do his stuff, he sure knew how to take advantage of it. Instead of just doing the easy thing, which would have been to take his mother's nipples in his mouth and suck on them, he was really teasing her breasts so as to work her up to a state of real sexual frenzy. He began by kissing the soft globes on their undersides where they folded over to meet the wall of chest. No one had ever done that to Ursula before, and she was a bit surprised to discover just how sensitive she was at that spot. Then, after pushing the tits around with his mouth, he started to kiss his way in towards the nipple of the right one, progressing with tender little kisses in a circular pattern.
Ursula got more and more excited as his lips got closer and closer to her pink nubs. She had breast-fed Jack when he was a baby, and the thought of those same lips now manipulating her tits sexually turned her on.
Closer and closer his mouth got. Then his tongue flicked out quickly and coated the nipple with saliva.
"Ooooh!" Ursula moaned. She expected him to start sucking now, but she hadn't reckoned on what a teaser he was. The flick was followed by just one more, and then he started to kiss elsewhere on her tits.
"You bastard!" she laughed.
He was sensible enough to know that teasing can be fun for both partners, but should never be carried to extremes. He moved his mouth up to her nipple again, and this time took the glowing thing between his lips and started to suck on it.
"Suck me! Suck me! Hungry, baby? Is my baby hungry?" she moaned as she felt the pressure of his lips on her tingling nipple-skin.
He was so busy with her breasts that for a moment he almost forgot about the wonderful cunt that was just asking for some attention. But soon he remembered, and laying a hand on the inside of his mother's right thigh, he slid it up towards her pussy, while she ground her ass-cheeks against the bed in excitement.
He pressed his thumb against her clit, and Ursula pressed his prick in reply. That had been so nice for both of them, that they were almost tempted to just feel each other off. But Ursula had had to do without prick inside her for a week, and she knew what it was she really wanted -- good hard beef, smack in the slot!
"Fuck me! Fuck me!" she moaned. Any worry she might have had about the incestuous angle of these little games was swept away by the rising tide of her come-need.
And the way his prick was aching for a come, Jack was more than happy to oblige his mother. Already, the female odor wafting up from her wet cunt was driving him out of his mind.
She spread her legs, and he positioned himself on top of her. He'd never fucked a woman before, but he knew basically what it was that a guy was supposed to do. And after all, he'd certainly dreamed plenty about fucking Sherry in the past several days.
Ursula knew that it might simplify things if she gave him a few little pointers, but she decided not to, since she guessed that it wouldn't do much for his ego to be told what to do by his first sex partner, particularly when she was his mother. She'd just have to hope that he was able to figure things out for himself.
As it was, she didn't really have anything to worry about. It's true that for a second or two he wasn't able to find her pussy, but the prodding of his tool against her labia was nice and exciting just by itself. And besides, it wasn't long before she felt the tool press against the right spot.
Jack hesitated a moment, half out of fear, half in order to prolong the wonderful, moment. Then, in he slid, very slowly.
In... in... in... If he didn't just heave in with one big thrust, it was partly because he was aware of his own inexperience, and wanted to be sure not to hurt his mother in any way.
Ursula let out a gasp of delight as she felt her son's thick tool penetrate her intimate feminine recesses. His body was still boyish in some respects, though starting to develop nicely. But his prick was unquestionably the prick of a man! Long, hard, thick, ready for action. Ready to spew forth the load of cream waiting there in his balls.
Those balls were really pulled up tight against Jack's prickroot in excitement. He could hardly believe what was happening.
"I'm fucking my Mom! I'm fucking my Mom! I'm fucking my Mom!" The words raced through his skull, not bearing any feeling of guilt, but rather making him feel proud of his manliness and sexual prowess. He was so grateful to his mother, and he meant to show her that fact, too, by giving her one of the best fucks that it's possible for a woman to have.
After shoving in, he rested in her cunt for a second, and then started to pump. At first he was very slow and careful, too, working his rod back and forth in her eager twat. Eager and slick! His mother was a very wet female, and the realization that she had her own son's prick inside her body was enough to have her cunt absolutely awash in its excitement.
In! Out! In! Out! He started to pick up speed, and style, too. His first thrusts had been kind of nervous and uneven, but now as he pistoned his mother's soft body, he really started to hit his stride, to get the necessary rhythm.
And there, without belittling his own sense of accomplishment, his mother could help him a bit. She had plenty of rhythm herself, in fucking, as in other things. And by the way in which she was responding with her body to his pelvic thrusts, she was able to silently indicate to him just how things should be done.
"So fine, Jack, so fine!" she gasped.
Pumping... pumping... pumping...
"Gotta come!" she gasped. "Just gotta come!"
Getting there getting there... getting there... and then her pussy exploded in a wild, kaleidoscopic display of frantic come-joy, as shudder after shudder of pure female pleasure poured through her heaving body.
"Coming! I'm COMING!" she moaned.
And Jack was coming too, in fine, hard spurts. He had felt his tool stiffen, then give a certain little twitch and finally start gushing into his mother's twat at the same moment that her orgasm hit her.
COMING! COMING! COMING!
And then it was over, and they were resting there, cheek pressed against cheek, cock slowly softening up inside warm, wet cunt. It had all been so great.
Then, Jack slowly pulled his tool out of his mother's weltering hole. He wanted to say something, to let her know how much he had enjoyed the fuck, how grateful he was to her for letting him have it. But somehow he couldn't find the words. His mother understood, though, and the smile she gave him showed that she understood.
Finally she spoke. "Want to have a drink, Jack? If you're old enough to fuck, you're certainly old enough to drink."
"Gee, thanks, Mom."
The reason she had suggested a drink was that she didn't want him to start to feel morose guilty about fucking his mother. She wanted to give him something else to think about. And the reason she was afraid he might start to feel guilty was that some funny feelings were surfacing in her, now that the excitement of the fuck was over.
Jack asked if he could make the drinks -- he promised he'd do a good job, since he'd often watched his father make drinks -- and as he went off to do so, Ursula tried to sort out her feelings on what she'd just done. She'd often felt excited in her son's presence before, and had just shrugged off the feelings. But there is a fairly considerable difference between feeling excited when someone is near you and having that person's prick firing away inside your body.
"Incest, shmincest. What's a word mean, anyway?" she said to herself. But she couldn't quite get rid of the uncomfortable feeling she had. When Jack and she had finished the drinks, should she tell him that they must never again do what they had just done, or should they keep on with the fun and games? On the one hand it seemed safer to put an end to this business before it really got out of hand emotionally. But on the other hand, that prick of his had sure felt good inside her.
Hell, she thought, whatever I decide won't have much effect on what we DO. That'll depend on how we feel at the time. Ursula was a great believer that emotions were stronger than thoughts.
Jack reappeared with the drinks. As she sipped her whisky and soda, Ursula noted that he had made it just right. He was obviously a boy of many talents.
"Mom," he said, sipping his drink slowly -- for he wasn't used to the taste of liquor, "that was a lot of fun, what we did then..."
"I thought so," she said with a smile.
"But, I mean... is it right? Guys don't normally... f-fuck their mothers..."
Ursula noted the nervousness in his voice. And she thought she could detect two elements in it. He was afraid that what they had just done was wrong, and he was afraid that the result of this would be that they wouldn't be able to do it any more. And from the way he kept stealing glances at his mother's magnificent breasts, it was pretty obvious just how eager he was for some more sex with her.
"Jack," she said, "I just don't know. I mean, and I'm trying to level with you, incest is one of those things that's always been forbidden. But if two people love each other, and if they can give pleasure to each other, well, why shouldn't they have sex?"
"I dunno. It just feels funny," he said. "I know what you mean."
They both sat there sipping their drinks and not saying much of anything. But the longer they sat and looked at each other, the hotter they started to get again. They were both naked, and for Jack the sight of his mother's voluptuous female curves was every bit as much of a turn-on as his own developing, boyishly manly body was to her. He felt his balls start to stir, felt his prick stiffen up a bit. He looked harder at his mother. Yes, her soft nipples seemed bigger, they were standing out from her tits more...
Playfully, Ursula reached out and grabbed his prick. She didn't have any clearly thought out plan of how the evening should go, or even whether they should continue with the sexual fun and games. She was just acting on impulse.
The pressure of her hand was enough to make her son's prick start to swell up in earnest, and as she felt the soft cock start to turn non-hard, her own clit began to tingle and harden, and her wet pussy started to get even wetter.
Jack returned her attention by reaching out and cupping her crotch with his hand. She gave a little gasp that was followed by a much bigger one as he pressed the fingers of the hand up against her tender labia and button hard little clit.
They were both giggling and laughing now, and each of them was reaching out, trying to touch as many parts of the other person's body as possible, while the other person playfully tried to keep from being touched. It was all a game, but a game that turned Jack's prick stone hard, and made Ursula's cunt just beg for some attention.
As the touching and squeezing went on, and both of them got hotter and hotter, they knew that right or wrong, they just had to do some more screwing.
"Ever licked twat?" Ursula said.
"No, but I'd sure like to!" The rapport between boy and mother was so good that it wasn't necessary for Jack to go around claiming to her that he'd had all sorts of sexual experience. He trusted her to respect him despite the fact that she was the very first female he'd ever really had a chance to go very far with.
"Well," Ursula said, "I guess there's no time like the present!"
The way his prick felt, Jack couldn't have agreed more. His prick was anxious for a chance to fire off its load, but it was willing to wait as long as he could do something as nice with his tongue as eat his mother out.
He scooted down on the bed and started to kiss his mother on the inside of her thighs. Ursula's legs, like much of the rest of her, were just about perfect. Not in any way fat, but nice and soft, and very, very kissable.
He slid his tongue out of his mouth, and drew it over the satiny skin, while his mother gave a little gasp of delight. He made little circular patterns with his tonguetip, and then started to draw it up slowly toward her inviting twat. The trail of saliva felt cool on her skin.
Alternating licks and kisses, he brought himself closer and closer to her womanly temple. He was two thirds of the way up her leg, now, and he took a deep breath through his nostrils. He could smell a wonderful, rich odor, a very, very female sort of odor. His prick gave an extra surge of excitement, even though it was already so stiff that it almost felt like it was going to burst.
He hastened his progress up the inside of her right thigh. Anything that smelled that heavenly must taste absolutely delicious. The smell got stronger and stronger, mainly because the closer and closer her son got to her cunt, the more Ursula found herself lubricating. Her little pussy was absolutely awash with cunt-juice.
Suddenly, Jack stopped kissing. He was right near his goal, and he paused in awe of his mother's cunt. There it was, inches from his face, with its delicate pink labia, its glistening drops of female lubricant, its light brown tufts of hair from the outer lips. It was all so feminine, so beautiful, that for a moment Jack hardly felt able to go on. And when he thought that it was through that hole, between those lips, that he had slid into existence fifteen years before, his prick trembled with excitement.
He took another whiff. That smell! Half out of his mind with desire for his mother's delectable pussy, he moved his face closer and then flicked his tongue against the pert little nub that was peeping out from between the soft folds of her labia.
Ursula gasped and gritted her teeth to keep from coming, that light touch on her fun-button felt so good!
FLICK! FLICK! FLICK! At this rate, she didn't know how much longer she could hold on, though she wanted to prolong the action as much as possible.
But Jack had natural talent. By the third lick, he guessed from his mother's gasps, from the way her body tensed, that the effect of licking her clit, was to really drive her wild with excitement. He'd heard in a general sort of way about the clitoris and now he could see for himself how incredibly sensitive it is. He guessed that if he licked his mother there much more, she'd certainly be coming, and he also guessed that she would probably prefer to have the tongue-job made to last a little longer. So he shifted his attention to other, less sensitive parts of his mother's anatomy.
As she felt his tongue slide along the labia towards her hole, Ursula gave a sigh of relief. The feeling of her son's tongue on her clit had been heavenly, but she really couldn't have held her come back a second longer if he'd gone on licking her down there.
Jack drew his tongue towards her vagina, and then worked the tip of it around the edge of the inviting hole. That felt pretty fantastic for Ursula, too, but she was able to keep a better grip on herself, nevertheless. There was just no part of her body anything like as sensitive as her clit, which was a real hair trigger.
Slowly, Jack slid his tongue down into the vagina, pressing its tip against the delicate cunt-walls as he did so. His mother was so warm and wet down there, and the thought that he had been born through this very hole continued to excite him like crazy.
As he rubbed his tongue against the inside of his mother's cunt, the taste of her cunt-juices came through loud and clear. He just couldn't believe how lucky he was to have a mother who would let him enjoy the wonderful taste of her hot vagina!
Licking my mom! I'm licking my mom's cunt! he thought.
He suddenly brought his tongue sliding up from her cunt, carrying with it a substantial amount of pussy fluid into his mouth. That was so nice he repeated the trick a couple of times, while the little moans and grindings of the hips his mother gave out with indicated pretty clearly just how nice she thought this action was.
She had very sensitive tits, and while her son was eating her out, she was doing everything she could to make sure that they didn't feel neglected. She made use of the newly obtained information that the underside of her breasts was very sensitive by rubbing her finger-tip against them. Then she squeezed and pressed the globes, while taking her nipples in her hands and pressing and pulling on them. It amused her to pull them out as far from her breasts as they would go, and then to let go of them. She also wetted her fingertips and gave little flicks to the pinkish nubs.
Jack had let up for a moment on the business of probing her twat-hole with his tongue, and instead was slurping away on her labia like a cat licking cream.
He was making little raids against her clit, too, sending his tongue out to brush against it before sliding back to lick some other portion of her feminine anatomy.
He's really good! Ursula thought as she felt the tip of his tongue graze quickly across her clit. He had learned at the beginning of this tongue-job that, he had to be careful handling her clit if he didn't want to have her coming too soon. And he had successfully discovered just the amount of attention which he could give to it. Every time that tongue of his flicked across her little fun-button, she gave a shudder of delight. But there was enough of an interval between flicks so that she felt that this wonderful business could go on forever, now that she had enough time to cool off a bit after each lick.
Jack just felt like he was going to go out of his mind with excitement. His prick was just aching for an orgasm, but though he knew perfectly well that he wouldn't have to do much more than touch it to bring it shuddering off in its come, he kept his hands away from his meat. He was saving this next come of his so that he could really give his mother a bang. He was pretty proud of the way he had managed to get her off so hard the first time, and he was determined to show her that as far as his prick was concerned, he was really a two-shot man.
He couldn't wait much longer on this, though. It was wonderful to lick his mother's cunt, but the more he did it the hotter and hotter he got. He just had to bring her off now.
Jack ran his tongue along her labia in a way that suggested that this was it, that he was working to bring her off, and Ursula was glad that he was. The action he was giving her between her legs was delicious, but she wasn't sure that she could stand much more of it without going out of her skull. "I'm almost there..."
"Almost!"
"JACK!" This last was a sort of half scream as the tip of her son's tongue wound her up just a little bit tighter.
He pressed his tongue hard against her clitoris, and this was all that was needed to send his mother shuddering over the top.
"I'M... COMING! OHHH!" she moaned as her cunt pulsated with excitement, every nerve in her body firing, every muscle trembling!
"OHHHH! OHHHHH!" Her pelvis was bucking and heaving, slamming against her son's face, but he didn't mind it. He kept his face pressed against her moist cunt, his lips and tongue still trying to get as much of the fast-flowing juices as they possibly could!
The last spasms died away, but for a moment Jack continued to lick away on his mother's twat. It was too beautiful to ignore, and he just couldn't tear his nose away from something that heavenly smelling.
"If you're trying to lick me dry," Ursula said weakly, "you'll never make it. No guy ever has. I'm just far too wet a broad for that."
Jack lifted his face up, smiling, after giving final lick to his mother's cunt.
"Taste nice?" she asked.
"Fan-tastic! You know, Mom, I almost think that licking a girl's twat is as nice as fucking it!"
"You wouldn't be the first guy to feel that way," she said. "Your father, for instance, is really crazy about licking me."
She saw a momentary cloud pass over face.
"I guess I shouldn't have mentioned your father, huh?" she said gently.
"Well, gee, Mom," Jack said, "This time I really didn't feel bad about having sex with you -- I don't know why -- but then when you mentioned Dad, I thought that maybe it isn't so swift to be screwing some other guy's wife, particularly when that means that you're moving in on your own dad's turf."
Hearing her son say this made Ursula's clit give a little tingle of excitement. It meant that he was every bit as sensitive and kind a boy as she had always suspected him to be.
"Listen," she said, "your father and I love each other, and for a couple of middle-aged people, that's not such bad going at all. Better than most manage. But romantic hocus-pocus to one side, I think you'll find that there really aren't very many people who are able to stay permanently satisfied with one partner, no matter how good that partner is. And your father, by the way, is very good."
It made Jack feel happy to know that his father was a good cocksman.
"So you and he haven't been entirely faithful?" he said to his mother. All this so fascinated him that he didn't really notice the hunger in his cock that had been built up during the tongue-job.
"Oh, good heavens, no. I think we'd have to be each about half as horny as we actually are to have stayed completely faithful to each other. Heck, when you came in, I was more or less beating myself off. And why not? Clif's been away for a week, and my pussy needed some action. And though I'm very glad that you and I got together, let's face facts -- the reason the old taboos weren't able to hold us back any more than they did was that we were both horny. I'm glad you're concerned about your father, but there certainly isn't any need for you to have all sorts of illusions about what goes on when he's away on these business trips of his."
"And that doesn't bug you?"
"Not really. 'Cause if it did, I'd have to feel guilty about wanting other guys, and when I look at something as delightful as your prick, there's just no way that I can keep from wanting it!"
Jack smiled. All this stuff that his mother had told him was a bit of a surprise, but it also excited him sexually to think of his own parents sleeping around a lot. And he didn't feel so bad about fucking his mother, now that he knew that he wasn't luring her away from a life of absolute fidelity to his father. Besides, that remark she had made about his prick had been enough to recall his attention to it, to make him aware of just bow incredibly much he needed to get his rocks off again.
"I think I'd better take care of that before it goes and explodes," she said. "What kind of position would you like?"
"Gee, Mom, you're the one with the experience. What do you think would be nice?"
Ursula thought for a moment. "Well," she said finally, "you've already shown that you know how to play the aggressive role. That was one of the best missionary-style fucks I've had in a long while. How about a position where the woman does all the work? After all, I've been keeping you pretty hard at it, what with having you piston me, then lick my pussy."
"Yeah, sounds okay," Jack said. He was not one of those males with a lot of hangups about showing what a stud he was when screwing. As long as he and his partner were both able to get some pleasure out of a position, it was fine by him. And he was confident that any position his mother suggested would be one which allowed them both pleasure.
"Okay," she said, "lie on your back here on the bed, and I'll see what I can do."
Jack lay on his back, his prick throbbing with eagerness. Man, did he ever need a come! His mother could tell from the incredible tension of his prick how horny he was, and she felt a glow of maternal pride as she realized that she had such a virile son, one who could so clearly get off two shots.
She placed a knee on either side of her son's hips, so that her cunt was right over his turgid prick.
She reached between her legs and took his cock in her hands. She could hear her son catch his breath as he felt the pressure of her hand on his organ.
She held it aloft and then started to squat down, carefully positioning her son's rod so that it was pointing right up into her cunt.
Jack felt the gentle touch of her labia brushing the fleshy knob of his whanger... felt these labia part as his mother continued to lower herself. He looked at her in ecstasy. She was so beautiful, with her chestnut hair, her intelligent blue eyes, her friendly mouth... At forty, she no longer looked like a young girl, of course, even though she was very well preserved. There were faint lines on her face, and her luscious breasts hung a little lower than they would have on a young girl. Indeed, there were even faint stretch-marks visible, where their considerable weight had pulled them down a bit. But she was a very, very beautiful woman, nevertheless, and the slight signs of middle age just made her all the more desirable to him, for they emphasized the exciting fact that she was, indeed, his mother.
Teasingly, she paused for a bit, with his prick-tip just inside her cunt. She could tell the admiration that was in his eyes, and though she wasn't vain, like most women she liked being admired. She gave him a saucy wink while cupping her right breast in her hand and moving it up. Then she let it flop back with a sexy, jiggling motion.
"Mom!" he gasped, "if you keep that up, I'll be coming in about two seconds!"
She smiled, and then lowered herself the rest of the way over his prick.
"Mom! Fantastic! Fantastic!"
At last she was all the way down, with his prick resting inside her body, and her ass pressing lightly against his balls.
To tease him and to prolong the pleasure for both of them, she just sat there for an instant without doing anything, but that didn't really bother Jack. It was so wonderful to feel his mother's cunt around his tool that he'd have been content to remain like that for quite awhile longer. Besides, it wasn't really possible for his mother to do absolutely nothing while sitting on his prick like that. Having her son inside her in this manner really turned her on, too, and the result was that her twat kept giving involuntary little convulsions around his meat. He had to concentrate to keep from coming.
Then, his mother started to lift herself off of his organ again, saying, with an impish smile, "I'm sure you've had all the fucking you want!"
Even though he knew perfectly well that she was kidding when she said that, he was so desperate for a come that he couldn't help feeling a bit panicked anyway.
Up... up... up...
Then down again, down... down... down... "You like?" she asked.
"Keep going, Mom, keep going!" he said frantically.
In fact, her cool pose was starting to disintegrate too. She was a multi-orgasmic woman if there ever was one, and as a result, despite the two comes that she had already had, she was getting pretty damn hot again.
Up and down she moved, nice and steady.
"Mom! Your tits! Let me have your tits!"
She guessed what he meant, and leaned forward, so that instead of it being an up-and-down motion that she was giving to her son's prick, it was more of a forward-and-back one. That way her breasts were able to swing out from her body and within easy reach of her son. He cupped them gently and continued to play with them as she pumped away.
Every stroke of hers made him think that he was going to go off right then and there. But somehow she managed to keep him hanging right on the edge of his come without going over. She did that on purpose, for she knew that one of the basic factors in determining how good a fuck is, is quite simply the question of how long it goes on for. Working, it... working it... working it...
She wasn't having a much easier time keeping herself from coming, for that matter. That prick of her son's was fantastically compatible with her twat, at least as far as things like size were concerned, and as a result, every stroke stimulated her in the most tantalizing way.
The position did give her a certain amount of control, though, over how much her labia pulled against her clit. By altering the position of her body slightly, she could increase or decrease the amount of stimulation she got. And with every stroke her soft cunt clutched at his aching prick.
They were both right on the edge... right on the edge...
"Mom! Fuck me harder! Fuck me harder. Man, feels so good! Ohh, fuck me!"
Ursula felt her cunt glow warmer and warmer. She was right near her come... it would take just a bit more.
She just had to see if he was ready, too. Yes, the way his cock felt so tense as it rested in her cunt told her that he was.
Ursula pulled her body up slowly, exposing her son's eager cock inch by inch.
Then, she waited for just a split second, while he gasped and panted, before starting to slide back down, impaling herself on his stiff cock.
He felt it give a final tensing, then go sort of numb. He was right on that fantastic pre-come plateau he knew so well from beating off.
Then, GUSH! A first gob of cream shot from his balls through his rod and into his mother's cunt!
Gush! Gush! He was coming hard, and the feeling of her son's tool splattering her insides with come was enough to send her shuddering off too. They came together with the force of two busted watch-springs unwinding, every nerve firing at once.
"MOM!"
Heaving, gasping, shuddering, coming.
And then, at last, it was over. Ursula rested on her son's prick for a second longer, then slowly pulled herself off. As she did so, some of his spunk dribbled out of her hole and down her thigh. It had been a wonderful fuck, and she, for one, certainly didn't feel guilty. There was just no way that anything as delightful as this could be wrong.
"You know, son," she said to Jack, "I think we really may have something going here!"
The happy expression on his face told her that he agreed completely.
CHAPTER TWO
Ursula licked her lips in anticipation as she gazed at her son's big prick. That was going to be a real mouthful all right, and her mouth could hardly wait!
She and Jack had been fucking for two weeks now, and had gotten to enjoy it so much that they had continued even when Clifton, Ursula's husband and Jack's father, had come back from his business trip a week ago.
If anything, the risk of being caught made the incestuous fun all the better. There could be no question about it -- the forbidden-fruit angle really did make it more exciting. Ursula had been fucked by a pretty considerable number of guys in her time, and many of them were just as good cocksmen as her son. But she couldn't remember when she'd ever had such big orgasms as she got when her boy was banging her.
Clif had gone off to play some golf, and Antonia, Jack's sixteen-year-old sister, was off with some friends. So Ursula and Jack had headed straight for the bedroom. Ursula had suggested that they start things off with her giving him a blow job. He liked having his cock sucked by his mom, so he had pulled off his pants and underpants. It was when the big organ popped fully into view that Ursula found herself licking her lips with excitement.
"Ready, Mom?" he asked.
"You bet!"
Jack sat on the edge of the bed, and his mother kneeled between his legs. Both of them were quivering with anticipation, for both of them really got a terrific kick out of oral sex. Add to that the fact that they got a tremendous kick out of any kind of sex with each other, and it isn't hard to see why Jack's tool was so stiff that it ached, or why his mother felt drop after drop of pussy fluid trickle down the inside of her thigh.
For a moment, she just gazed at the big, thick thing that she was going to take in her mouth and suck until it shot off gob after gob of thick man-cream. Then, she reached out and took the shaft in her right hand, giving a playful little squeeze.
"Nice?" she asked, repeating the squeeze.
"HOOO, BOY!"
She took his balls in her other hand and started to gently caress them while continuing squeezing. Jack felt like too much more of this would have him coming, but he had learned from experience that his mother was able to judge almost perfectly how much more attention would he needed to bring a guy's organs shuddering off into their come. And so she was able to toy with a guy for as long as she liked, keeping him just under the boiling point. And the kind of toying with she did was something which most guys wanted to go on forever, even as they yearned for their cums.
She moved her face a bit closer, and slid her tongue out between her dainty lips. She pressed the tip of it ever so slightly against the taut prickskin. The feeling of the little spot of wetness was really something else.
"C'mon, Mom," Jack gasped, "make me come!"
He knew perfectly well that she had no intention of doing that for quite some time. Nor would he have really wanted her to, for that matter.
She ran the tip of her tongue up the length of his cock, while continuing to fondle his balls. When she got to the sensitive spot where the fleshy knob joined the shaft, she rubbed her tongue tip all the way around it. She licked the knob itself, paying special attention to the piss-hole. Then, she ran her tongue back down the other side of his whanger, ending up at the root, where she kissed and licked some more.
"MOM!" He gasped.
She began to kiss his balls, with very light little kisses, sort of nibbling with her lips at the wrinkled skin which covered his manly jewels. A moment later, she slipped her mouth over his ball-sac and began to suck, while continuing to squeeze his rod with her hand.
All this playing around was fine, she thought, but it sure wasn't much easier on her nerves than it was on his. She felt her clit throb with eagerness, her cunt was completely awash. As for her nipples, they were so swollen now to about twice their normal size and she couldn't help thinking that she'd give just about anything for a man's tongue on them!
After sucking her son's balls a bit longer, she slipped her mouth off of them and kissed her way back up the shaft of her son's tool. Then, she slid her lips over the knob, and really began to suck his prick in earnest.
Jack seemed to give a little shudder of relief to at last have his mother's lips where he so needed them! He lay back on the bed, his feet still resting on the floor. He just couldn't imagine how anything could possibly feel better than those lips of his mother's on his tool!
She was varying the action plenty even now, though. She figured that monotony in sex is one of the very worst things there is, and in fact she was pretty good at avoiding it. At first she took her son's tool all the way in her mouth, so that the knob was pressing way back against the back of her throat. That made breathing a bit difficult, almost made her gag, for that matter, but she liked having the thing there too. It made her feel very feminine to have any part of her body completely filled with a male organ like that.
With the rod all the way in, she used her lips to suck on the very lowest part of it, while keeping her tongue running back and forth along the shaft. She could tell from the feel of his balls in her hand just how excited he was, and that was plenty! The things were really pulled up tight under his whanger, obviously just aching for a chance to unload some of their stuff in her mouth.
She kept up that action for a while, then decided to vary the pace by sliding her mouth back so that almost all of her son's penis was back out in the air, the saliva glistening on it. She just sucked away on the spot where shaft and knob joined, while using her tongue either to tease the top of the glans, or to stimulate the underside of Jack's prick by sliding quickly back and forth between her lips and the male organ.
"Suck me, Mom! Suck me! Suck me!"
While she sucked and licked and generally drove her son's cock into a state of absolute frenzy, she was doing a pretty good job on herself, too. She was using one hand to play with her son's balls, but that meant that the other one was free to do what it liked with the sensitive parts of her body. Her only problem was that there were so many sensitive parts that she didn't have a very easy time deciding which ones to go for. Both her breasts, for instance, were really swollen with excitement, and her nipples were swollen even more. But her clit was also crying out for action, and she could just imagine how nice it would be to slide her fingers back and forth inside her slick cunt. As a result, her free hand flitted around from one spot to another giving as much attention as it could to each before moving on. The result was frustration, but a sexy kind of frustration, just as Jack was afire with sexy frustration from the job she was doing with her mouth on his whanger.
What she wanted to do, if it could be managed, was to finger herself to a come at just the same moment as Jack got off. She guessed that the best way she could do that would be to stimulate till it was on the point of blasting off, then holding back by giving it enough attention to keep it hot, but not enough to make it just that extra bit hotter that would be necessary to make her come. She slid her fingers into her cunt and pressed them apart, pushing the joints against the tender pussy-walls while using the thumb to flick her tingling clit.
"Wow, I'd better be careful with that!" she thought as she drew her thumb across the tight little fun-button. One more stroke would probably have brought her off right then and there.
From then on, she was a bit more careful, rubbing the surrounding labia, for instance, without actually touching her clitoris much.
Her lips were still going to town on her son's prick and he was tossing his head from side to side in excitement. She could tell from the incredible stiffness of his rod, from his heavy breathing, from a lot of other little signs that she'd learned from twenty-four years of fucking around that be was just about to come. It would take just a bit more stimulation, just a little bit more...
She slid her lips slowly along the length of his shaft while rubbing her tongue against his tingling prickskin. She felt the already super rigid member stiffen even more and knew that he was about to come. She gave her clit three sharp little flicks with her thumb, and that was enough to bring her off too, at just the moment that he started firing.
He had felt his organ tense, known he was on the brink, and then suddenly, all the tension and frustration built up by his mother's incredibly tantalizing way of licking prick burst forth in a series of shuddering gushes that sent his spunk driving into her mouth.
His organ was really unloading, and she was coming too, he could feel that from the tight way her lips gripped his cock, from the way her head was shaking slightly.
The feeling of the first gob of man-cream hitting the roof of her mouth coincided beautifully with the first female come-spasms which poured through her. Then her whole body seemed to be exploding, and all the while, she continued to suck her son's prick!
At last her body was still and his dick quit jizzing. She knelt there, continuing to suck on the thing, even as it weltered in its own juice in her dainty little mouth. She liked the feeling of a spent prick slowly softening up inside her. She used her tongue to baste it with its own come, and to slosh the spunk around in her mouth from side to side. She was just about to swallow the stuff when she heard a stunned voice say, "Good God!"
It was her husband Clif!
In a sort of automatic gesture she gulped down the spunk and pulled her mouth off of her son's tool, but of course Clif had seen everything. He didn't look angry, not yet. Just shell-shocked.
Jack started to pull his clothes on hurriedly and Ursula glanced around desperately for hers.
"What is going on?" Clif asked, his voice trembling with steadily increasing rage. "What is goin' ON?"
Neither Ursula not Jack said anything. There wasn't anything at all to say.
It was obvious from the look on Clif's face that he was making a monumental effort to control himself, to keep from hitting both of them.
"Answer me!" he said, his self-mastery disintegrating slowly but surely under the pressure of his anger. "ANSWER ME!"
"We were... oh, Clif, we didn't mean to!" Ursula said, her voice full of unhappiness. It wasn't just that she was humiliated at having been caught like this, but that she really regretted having hurt her husband like this.
Clif's fists were clenched now. Not that he was going to use them on anyone. Rather, by clenching them as tightly as he could he was trying to drain off some of the enraged energy which was nearly choking him.
"I'll be downstairs," he said suddenly, turning on his heel. Clearly, he didn't trust himself to remain under control here in the bedroom where he had stumbled onto them.
Ursula and Jack finished dressing without saying a word to each other. Then they went down to face the music.
Clif was in the living room, sitting in an armchair. Some of his rage seemed to have vanished, but it was probably more accurate to say that it was repressed.
"Clif," Ursula said, "I know how you must feel about this, but you've got to believe me, it's something that just happened."
"Just today?"
"No, not just today," Ursula said. She figured that it was better to make a clean breast of things, and besides, she felt too guilty about everything to want to lie to her husband. It was funny how before he walked in on them, she hadn't felt any guilt at all about the incest, while now she felt plenty.
"Since when?" he asked in a funny clipped voice which showed just how mad he was.
"Since you're last trip. You know how both of us get pretty horny when we're separated like that. We don't talk much about it, but we know."
Clif didn't say anything. He knew, and indeed had had a nice little extra-marital affair in the course of this last trip.
"Well, I was horny, and Jack was unhappy, and it just, well happened."
Despite his anger, Clif was not an unreasonable man. And although he still felt outraged and humiliated by what he had seen, he had to admit to himself that he could understand perfectly well how things had managed to "just happen" between his wife and his son.
"Well," he said at last, "I'm going out for a walk to think things over. We can talk some more when I get back."
"I wonder why he came back so early from his golf game?" Ursula asked.
"I dunno, but it sure fucks things up, doesn't it."
"You're not kidding."
Clif walked for about half and hour thinking things over. He knew that in a way it was unkind to make Ursula and Jack wait on his decision, but he knew that he had to be alone to make some kind of a decision on this mess. At forty-six he was a very senior executive, and a man used to making the decisions in a difficult situation. The result was that although he was a good father, he ran things at home a bit autocratically.
"Okay," he said, entering the house, "I've made up my mind. I don't intend this to punish anyone, but for my own peace of mind I have to have some kind of assurance that this sort of stuff won't recur. So Jack's going off to summer camp as soon as that can be arranged, and next fall he'll go to boarding school."
That was it. Both Ursula and Jack knew Clif far too well to think that anything they could say could modify his decision, and besides, they felt too guilty to really be able to protest. But that didn't make them any happier about the decision. For while Clif had been out walking they had realized that while the fact of their being discovered had made them feel pretty guilty about their incestuous relationship, they couldn't really imagine doing without it, either.
CHAPTER THREE
The soonest Jack could be bundled off to a summer camp was about four days from then, but that didn't leave much time for him to cook up some way to get his father to change his mind.
"I hear you're going off to camp," Jack's sister Antonia said the day after Jack and his mother had been discovered together.
"Yeah," Jack said.
"How come? I thought you hated the idea of camps and things like that."
"I do."
"If you're going to be such a pain in the neck when I try and make conversation, you can just go fuck off!" she said suddenly, annoyed by the unhelpful, monosyllabic replies she was getting.
"I'm sorry, Antonia," Jack said. He and his sister, who was a year older than he, got on very well, and he certainly didn't want to make her mad at him. "The thing is, I've got to go to camp. And boarding school after that."
"Boarding school?" she said, with a note of real horror in her voice.
"Yeah, Dad's making me."
"Making you? Why? What did you get caught doing? Screwing Mom?"
She had said this as a joke, never dreaming for an instant that it might be true. But the look of surprise on her brother's face told her just how near the mark she had come.
"You didn't...?" she asked with fascinated horror.
"Oh yes, I did," Jack said. He certainly hadn't been planning to tell his sister, but now that she had stumbled onto the truth, he didn't really want to deny it. Besides, he needed a sympathetic ear.
So he told Antonia the whole story. And far from condemning him, she showed herself to be very sympathetic and understanding.
"I'll see if I can talk Dad out of it," she said to him.
In fact, on listening to her brother tell about his experiences with their mother, Antonia had felt a definite stiffening in her cute little clit, and a definite wetness in her panties. She had long secretly had the hots for her father, but she'd never dared try anything. Now, she had an idea...
On her suggestion, Jack went out with some friends on a night when his mother had already gone out for some reason or other. That meant that Antonia and her father were alone in the house.
Antonia announced that she was going to take a bath. Then, while the water was running, she came downstairs and asked her father if he knew where the bottle of shampoo was. She was dressed in only her bra and panties.
Not just any old set of bra and panties, either! Her delicate tits were encased in one of those semi-transparent, supertight no-bra jobs, which let the nipples show through very clearly. The panties were an almost equally transparent pair. The crotch was doubled, but very low, so that plenty of pubic fluff that grew above that point could be clearly seen. Antonia was a very pretty girl, and in her present getup would have been enough to tempt a saint. She was certainly enough to bring a pretty vigorous hard-on to her father as he sat in his armchair.
"The last I saw of the shampoo it was in the medicine cabinet," he gulped.
"Okay," she said with that cheerful, feminine little voice of hers and turned to walk away. As she walked, she let her hips sway seductively, and her father could see the line dividing her ass-cheeks.
He gulped again and turned back to his evening paper. He was beginning to see how resisting incestuous desires might not really be very easy.
After her bath, Antonia powdered and perfumed herself, and put on a bathrobe. Nothing else, just a bathrobe.
"What are you reading, Dad?" she asked as she came sauntering back into the living room.
"The paper."
"Is it interesting?" she asked, sitting on the arm of the chair and looking over his shoulder. Her clit was all stiff, and she could feel the fold of bathrobe she was sitting on start to get damp as pussy-fluid started to ooze out of her saucy little twat.
Clif gulped. He had always regarded his daughter as attractive, but had just told himself that this was fatherly pride. Now, with her sitting there on the arm of the chair and smelling of perfume, her lovely young body covered only by a bathrobe, he wasn't at all sure that he didn't feel something else for her. Certainly his prick was very stiff. He just hoped that she didn't notice it bulging out against his pants. He tried to cover it with a corner of the paper.
She was stroking his head now, and saying, "Can I have a kiss, Daddy?"
She bent forward and pressed her lips again his. But that sure wasn't any daughterly kiss he got, not with her pert little tongue sliding between his lips! His will power collapsed all at once, and he reached out and pulled her to him, throwing her bathrobe open so that he could get at her delicate tits.
And what tits they were, too! Silky smooth, high, firm, with dainty little pink rosebuds! They weren't very big breasts, but that just meant that they went perfectly with Antonia's slender, graceful figure.
Clif pressed his hands against them, squeezing them vigorously yet tenderly, working the nipples between his fingers.
The nipples responded by swelling up at once. Antonia was only partly doing this for her brother's sake. She had long been attracted to her very manly father, and so it was no wonder that her nipples responded so vigorously to his touch.
He pulled one of his hands away from her tits and sent it sliding down her belly to her crotch. The delicate little fluff really felt fine, and the buttery soft woman-flesh beneath it felt even finer. He pressed his fingers against her labia, and got a little gasp of pleasure for his efforts. He wormed a couple of fingers into her vagina, noting with interest that she was apparently not a virgin.
"Mmmm, feels good, Daddy," she cooed, placing her hand on the crotch of his pants and starting to squeeze. Now it was his turn to gasp as he felt those skillfull feminine fingers work his cock over.
Antonia, despite the fact that she was only sixteen, was a girl of fairly substantial sexual experience, for she had managed to discover two years before that there is no pleasure a girl can have to equal a good come, and had been assiduously on the lookout for such ever since. The high school boys who got into her panties were mostly a pretty incompetent lot, however, and she was looking forward to something a bit more interesting with her father.
She deftly undid the buttons of his shirt, and started to rub the palm of her hand in circles on his chest. She'd found out that this often turned guys on, without ever being able to figure out why it would.
Clif felt like his Goddam prick was going to break in two. He just had to get it out of the confines of his pants. He reached for the zipper, but before he could pull it down, he felt his daughter's hand push his away. She had learned in the past two years that there are plenty of guys who like to be undressed.
In the state he was in, Clif hardly cared whether she undressed him, he undressed himself, or his clothes simply vanished. The important thing was that he just had to get rid of the damn things, particularly the constraining pants which prevented his eager hard-on from extending itself to its full length.
She undid the zipper, and then pulled the underpants down below his balls. His prick almost gave a sigh of relief as it straightened itself out. She gave a glance at it, and was very impressed by the size of the equipment which had procreated her all those years ago. Clif had a very fine prick indeed, long and stiff, with a very noticeably reddish knob. The balls were also large and very hairy. Just the thought of having that shaft pumping away inside her was almost enough to make Antonia come.
"I think we should get out of this chair," her father said as she gave his tool a quick squeeze that just about made him roll his eyeballs all the way around.
Antonia got up from his lap, and he pulled himself out of the chair, shucking his pants as he did so.
"Okay, Antonia," he said, "what would you like? I take it I don't have much in the way of initiation to do."
"Nothing at all!" Antonia said with a smile.
"Let's do it dog-style, then," Clif said. It was a position which he was particularly fond.
That was fine by Antonia, and she got down on her hands and knees. Only one boy had fucked her dog-style before, and he'd pretty much made a hash of it, but she had guessed at the time that done properly it might really be something. One of the things about it that excited her was the element of surprise. Here she was now, for example, waiting for his prick, but not at all sure just when she was going to get it, for she couldn't see it.
Clif knelt behind his daughter, admiring the view of her dainty twat. He stroked her ass-cheeks. He knew from experience that with many women, they are about as sensitive as the breasts.
He moved up closer, and started to stroke her back. She had very long, brown hair, and he stroked that too. It was very fine and glossy, and excited him a great deal. Some of it hung on either side of her head, while the rest lay on her shoulderblades.
He poked his prick playfully against her clit. She gave a little yelp of surprise mixed with pleasure. Then, he positioned the tool with its knob resting between her labia, and slid it slowly in.
"Mmmm, nice!" she purred as she felt her female slot pushed open by his prick. He had a very long cock, and when it was all the way in he could feel the tip of it resting against the entrance to her womb. That made her feel nice and filled and female, however.
Then, he started to pump. They were a pretty tight fit, at least at first, but she jubricated up very quickly, so that there really wasn't much of a problem.
He had a wonderful swing to his strokes, and absolutely everything about his technique indicated a guy who knew exactly what he doing and exactly how to do it.
He was really working her, now, and her little body was trembling with excitement and giving little counterthrusts, as he rammed his cock into her again and again.
Clif couldn't even begin to remember when he had had this much fun! His daughter was really a delightfully frisky little female, just the kind he liked to fuck. Actually, that wasn't completely accurate, for leaving aside really old or ugly ones, Clif liked to fuck most kinds of women.
He reached forward and cupped her little tits in his hands. They were so deliciously firm that even in this position the didn't hang away from her body all that much. They were really wonderful little tits, tits which corresponded perfectly with his daughter's body and with her personality. They were a real treat to play with, but of course, that didn't mean that Clif wasn't just as capable of enjoying big, heavy jugs like some women had.
He pressed Antonia's breasts up against her chest, then let them flop down again. That brought a little "Oooh!" of pleasure, so he decided to experiment further. He took a nipple in each hand, and pulled the tits in different directions. Then, he let go, allowing the things to flop back together again. It felt really nice for Antonia, without in fact hurting her.
He was really laying it into her. Every thrust of his made her body tremble, and every time he pulled it, it seemed for a moment as if he were going to pull her cunt inside out.
"Dick me, Daddy! Fuck me! Fuck me!" she gasped, even though he was doing just that, and doing it very well, too, his stiff dick sliding rapidly back and forth on her lubricating film of pussy-juice.
"Gotta come, Daddy! I've gotta come! You've gotta make me come!" Antonia gasped, almost out of her mind with come-need.
Suddenly, Antonia felt her muscles give a final tensing, and then they all cut loose with a series of frantic heaves that felt like they were going to tear her body apart. The feeling of her cunt clutching at his member was easily enough to send Clif over the top, and as Antonia's cute little pussy pulsated around him, he fired gob after gob of sperm into it!
"Pretty nice, Antonia, pretty fucking nice!" he said slowly as the orgasm left them.
"Want to know something, Dad?"
"Yeah?"
"That was simply the best fuck I've ever had." That was the kind of compliment to make a middle aged man's prick tingle with pride!
"Antonia," he said, "to ask a question that doesn't really matter much -- I'm just curious -- did anyone put you up to this little seduction scene?"
"Nope. Oh, I knew all about Jack and Mom, and how you were planning to send Jack off to some horrid boarding school -- you won't do that now, will you? -- but it wasn't his idea, or Mom's. I just thought that if you could see that there's nothing wrong with a bit of incest, as long as everyone loves everyone else, you might change your mind about Jack. Also, I've been wanting to get fucked by you for ages, Dad."
"You have?"
"Oh yes. Not necessarily consciously, but I've wanted to all the same. I mean, the high school boys I've had fuck me are all so scared an
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Patricia was admiring her body. The mirror reflected a bombshell beauty. She was thirty-eight, but she still had it where it counted. At five feet and six inches, Patricia was a woman who had taken care of her body. After only one child, she still ha
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When I got home late saturday night, Mom was sitting at the kitchen table.
"Geez, Mom I'm 22 years old now, you know you don't have to wait up for me."
"I know," she said. "I went to bed, but I had trouble sleeping. I couldn't relax for some reason
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Carla moaned softly. The aluminum cigar tube slid up into her cunt, pressing apart the soft folds of slippery pink flesh. Smaller, colder, and harder than a man's cock, it still felt fantastic. It felt wonderful to have her cunt filled again, even wi
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