Sexual orientation :
They came in after dinner, and they'd had their own in a cute
restaurant, holding their heads close together and whispering exactly
like what they were--lovers. Her dad hadn't minded the curious, knowing
glances they received; he had been altogether too busy being the nice
guy he was.
But they had to go back home; she reminded him of that sad fact over a
glass of light wine he sneaked her. So they left the candlelight and
wine atmosphere and drove back to the house. All the way, her father
kept working on excuses as to why they had been gone the entire day,
excuses that Lorena knew they wouldn't need.
Her brother was downstairs in the living room, in front of the color
TV, seemingly very casual, but a closer look told her that he was beat.
While her dad went to the downstairs bathroom, she leaned over and
"Upstairs lying down. She got a little crocked, even though I tried to
hold back on the supply."
She kissed him again, feeling very loving, and sat down on the arm of
the big chair. "Looks like she worked you over pretty good, lover boy.
You're kind of pale and pooped."
Glynn sighed. "I may not be able to walk upstairs without help. Wow! I
thought you and I had some great sessions, but mom is the wildest.
She's been without screwing for a long time, she said, and I guess she
made up for it with me."
"It was sort of that way with dad and me," Lorena said. "But I think
it's more than not fucking for awhile; I think it's who they're fucking
that turns them on so much. Wasn't it like that with you? I mean, I got
my greatest kicks with you, far more than with the other guys I
screwed--until dad's big cock got in me. Then it was like nothing ever
"Yeah," Glynn agreed. "I almost came on the outside of mom's pussy,
just touching it with the head of my prick. And it seemed like I
couldn't stop fucking her, couldn't ever get enough of that sweet cunt.
I went down on her, Lorena, and she ate me, too."
She squirmed on the chair arm, stimulated at hearing what her mother
did. "Did you get a chance to bring up swinging with others?"
He nodded and slipped his arm around her waist. "I told her about Jean
Marks, and she liked the idea. She wanted to know how soon we could get
together. I said maybe tonight, but I'm in no shape for it now. How
does dad screw?"
"Wonderfully," she said, holding his hand. "Once he got past the hang-
up about me being his baby girl, he fucked me until I passed out. I
couldn't get more than the head of his cock in my mouth--you have no
idea how gigantic it is--but I gave him some good head. And afterward,
he ate me out, even though he'd never fully done it to a woman before,
not even to mom."
Glynn moved both their hands down and snuggled them between Lorena's
thighs with a quiet kind of intimacy she liked. He said, "She told me
his hang-ups, and admitted she wanted to watch some fucking. I didn't
say you and I had swung. Did you tell dad?"
"No; I didn't think it was time. But I did bring up Jean, and he really
dug the idea. I'm not sure she can take his big cock, though; she's so
small and delicate, even if she's practically a nympho. I figured to
get the three of us swinging together, so he'll loosen up more. Then,
maybe we can arrange for him to see you and mom screwing. That ought to
plug the plug for sure."
Glynn massaged her mound. "One way or another. I just hope he doesn't
freak out and beat the hell out of me."
"How can he?" Lorena asked. "I mean, he's fucking his daughter, and
another kid, too. So how can he flip when he discovers that his wife is
doing the same thing? I only wish we had another guy to bring in,
somebody we could trust, but I can't think of anybody. Maybe later."
"Hey," Glynn said, "you feel real good. If you're not too tired, maybe
I can get it up again, and you can tell me all the details of how the
old man put his big meat to you."
She laughed. "I wonder if you'll ever get enough pussy? You know, I
hope I can set it up so that both you and daddy can screw me at the
same time. The two of you could take turns on me, then I could eat one
of you while the other one gave me a good, long fucking."
"You think he'll go for that?" her brother asked anxiously. "If he
will, we can do the same act with mom. I'd really dig that, the two of
us putting the meat to mom."
Lorena said, pressing his hand deeper into her crotch, "Don't be
selfish. I'll be there, too, doing whatever I can to help us all."
"I'm getting hard," Glynn announced. "But what about Jean? Are you
going to call her?"
"In a few minutes," she answered. "But not for you. If she can come
over and spend the night, I want her for dad and me. And if you're not
asleep, I promise to come in and keep you company for awhile."
"Okay," her brother said, and no more, for at that time their father
came into the room and went to the bar.
Glynn said "hi" and went upstairs. Lorena slid off the arm and into the
chair, her mound dampened by the playing around her brother had done
with it. Watching her dad mix a strong highball, she thought that he
had had only wine today, but the minute he got home, he needed
"Mom's in bed early," she said to him. "Glynn said she had a little too
much and called it a night."
"That figures," he said. "Damnit, today was so great, and now it turns
sour, back in this house with her."
She got up and went to him, to press her slim body against his big,
muscled one. "I'll call Jean to sleep over. You can come into my room,
so that even if mom does wake up, she won't suspect anything if she
hears a couple of giggling kids."
"I don't know," he said. "It's too dangerous here."
Kissing him hard on the mouth, tasting the residue of his drink there,
she said, "Don't be a cop out. Unless you can't take any more
He swallowed more whiskey and grinned. "I think I can ball all night; I
never felt younger or stronger."
"Good," she said, and went to the telephone. Sure, Jean said, she could
come right over and how was darling Glynn doing.
Softly into the mouthpiece, Lorena said, "It's not him. It's my dad. I
balled him last night and all day, and now we're ready for you."
"Wow!" Jean said. "You aren't putting me on? That big, sexy hunk of
man--you swung with your own dad, too?"
"All the way," Lorena answered. "He thinks you're something else, by
"I'll be right over," Jean gasped. "Where's your mom?"
"Zonked out," Lorena said, "crashed. Glynn's out of action, also. So
that leaves us three."
"A nice, swinging number," Jean said, and hung up.
Turning, Lorena said, "She's coming right over. Maybe you ought to
bring a bottle up to my room?"
Shaking his head, her dad murmured, "I can't believe that all this is
happening to me, but if it's a dream, I don't want to wake up."
Lorena climbed the stairs, went to pee, and had another quick shower,
wanting to be all fragrant and fresh for him--and for Jean, she
thought. How would it be, one chick with another? Not as good as
fucking a man, probably, but different and good, maybe. It wouldn't
hurt to try, and could add an entirely new dimension to the
relationship. Jean had hinted around a time or two that she wouldn't be
adverse to doing it, and Lorena suspected that the other girl was
When the door buzzer sounded, she wrapped her blue robe around her damp
body and went pounding back downstairs to let in her friend. Her father
was still at the bar, and she caught Jean excitedly by the hand to lead
her to the bedroom.
Inside, she helped the girl strip off her clothing, and marveled again
at the miniature precision of Jean's lovely little body. The small, but
perfectly shaped breasts stood up pertly, tipped with exotic pink
nipples, and Jean's skin was so finely textured it felt like warm silk.
"That feels nice," Jean said. "Your hands, I mean. Got a robe I can
borrow? We don't want to shake up your dad too much, not right away."
Lorena hauled a pale green dressing gown from her closet, and held it
so Jean could put it on. The girl leaned back against her, and took
Lorena's hands to lift them to the compact cones of her tits. Her hair
was close to Lorena's face, and smelled of a sensual perfume.
"This feels even better," Jean murmured, practically lost in the
translucent robe. Her little body burned through the thin material and
into Lorena's. "How did you do it--make your father?"
"Helped him get smashed, then sneaked into his bed and pretended to be
mom. They haven't been sleeping together for months, and he was horny
as anything. By the time he realized he wasn't fucking her, but his
daughter, it was too late. He had already come in me."
Jean giggled and rubbed the diminutive hillocks of her saucy ass into
Lorena's belly. "And now that you turned him on, he's ready for
anything? So are you, it seems."
"I think so," Lorena answered. "We'll get to that later, I guess,
although I don't know how my daddy will take something so farout."
"He'll like it fine," Jean assured her. "Guys really dig seeing two
chicks make it with each other; it turns them on like you wouldn't
Hearing footsteps in the hallway, Lorena felt a warm rush of blood to
her face and let go of Jean's tits to step back. "There he is. I guess
we'll just play it by ear."
"If that's your bag," Jean laughed and drew the diaphanous robe tightly
about her body to outline the shape of it.
Eric Johansen came quickly into the room, shutting and locking the door
behind himself. He had two bottles, one a fifth of bourbon, the other a
mix. "Hello, girls."
Seeing that her father was doing his best to play it cool, Lorena
caught his hand briefly, then took the bottles and put them on her
dresser. "You remember Jean Marks, dad?"
"How could I forget her?" he asked. "You leave an indelible impact,
"Hey," Jean said, "that's what I like about older men; they're
thoughtful and nice."
"Well," he said. He was wearing a satin robe that exposed his hairy
legs and dipped in front to show more fur on his broad chest. Lorena
thought he looked yummy.
Jean broke the unnatural awkwardness by simply opening her robe and
dropping it from her shoulders. Lorena saw her dad's eyes go wide at
sight of the lovely body. Jean looked terrific, of course, creamy white
and deep reds, the dark scarlet hair luxuriant over her tiny mound, the
hills and valleys of her flesh all cunningly molded. As they watched,
she pirouetted slowly, lifting her arms, a gorgeous little mannequin.
Lorena took off her covering, but simply stood quiet and looked at her
He said, "Here are two truly beautiful girls, the prettiest, most
charming girls I've ever seen. They're naked and adventurous, and here
I am--scared as any kid on his first outing. I'm one hell of a long way
from being a cherry, but I'm as nervous as if I was."
"Don't be, dad," Lorena said. "Why don't you sit down on the bed and
I'll get a glass for your drink. Jean--"
"Sure," Jean breathed huskily, and moved to the bed to sit beside him.
As Lorena splashed whiskey and mix into a glass retrieved from the
bathroom, she watched her friend playing with her father's robe.
"Sit up, Mr. Johansen." Jean murmured, "so I can help you out of the
Lorena brought him the strong drink, and her dad grabbed it anxiously.
She saw his nude body then as Jean whipped off the robe, saw that he
was still edgy about being with two young girls, and one of them his
own daughter. His cock hung down limply between the sinewy columns of
"Damn," Jean said, "I never saw one that long before, but if you took
it, Lorena--I guess I can, too."
"Wait'll you see it hard," Lorena said, knowing a warm stir within her
pussy at the sight of her father's appetizing cock, and went around to
the other side of the bed.
When she crawled onto it, Jean was kissing him, one hand fondling the
soft tool, the other arm around his neck. Her father caressed the
little girl, running his hands over the perfect small body.
Lorena slid across the bed and came to her knees to press her tits into
her dad's back while she held to his hips. Her brushy mound rubbed up
and down along his spine, and she figured that he was getting the
damnedest kiss of his life.
They sank back to the mattress together, and Jean pushed him over onto
his back. "The first time, I think I'll try it this way, Mr. Johansen,
so I can handle that giant thing my own way. Oh wow--look how it's
Still kneeling beside her father, Lorena saw that his prick was
reaching its full and magnificent size, the glans puffing its lavender
velvet knob awesomely, the corded shaft glowing with inner life, and
his hairy balls looking solid. It was lovely to her, no longer
frightening, but she understood how the other girl could be shaken by
its length and heft.
But Jean was handling it now, stroking her tiny hands up and down,
caressing her fluttering fingers over the head of the big prick. Lorena
watched the girl climb over his body, straddling the man, both hands
still toying with his cock.
Turning her head, Jean asked over one shapely shoulder, "It's okay if I
take him on first, isn't it? I mean, you've already been screwed today,
and I haven't."
"Be my guest," Lorena said in high excitement, running her fingertips
over the erectile tips of her aching breasts. "Daddy's all ready."
An exquisitely formed little goddess, Jean poised momentarily above
him, sculptured in rose and gold and red, the twin cheeks of her molded
Jean moved the huge cock she was holding, and biting her lips, guided
its pulsing head into the caress of her pubic hairs. "It's so big--so
But the blunt tip dug up into the small crotch, and Lorena saw it
slowly going inside Jean's mini-pussy. Bit by bit, as the girl squirmed
to make it fit, the bulb pushed on when Jean gently lowered her ass. An
inch, then another disappeared into the curly red hairs, and Lorena
could make out the cunt lips stretching pinkly around the very rim of
her father's cockhead. The girl gave a strong downward hunch,
tightening the cheeks of her ass as she did so, and the head vanished
into her vagina.
"Ooohh!" Jean gasped. "It's like riding a salami--oh! Stretching me
open--big and hard and groovy--"
Lorena could resist no longer; she reached down between the girl's
thighs and fingered the root of the throbbing shaft. She felt the
slickness of Jean's love juice upon it and touched the marvelously soft
labia as Jean's cunt came to rest there. Her other hand cuddling her
own pussy, her little finger tickling into its hot lips, Lorena
squeezed on the hilt of her father's prick and reveled in the up and
down sensation of the other girl's cunt lips, too.
Releasing her own snatch, she came up to kneel right behind Jean; this
way, she could still reach down and play between two pairs of thighs,
toying with balls and cock as Jean slid up and down upon the deeply
embedded shaft. Lorena's tits nuzzled into Jean's back, and she loved
the sensation of the little ass bumping her belly.
"E-every time I wiggle," Jean panted, "my clit goes crazy. The head of
this prick hits bottom, too. Ahh--oh, Mr. Johansen, you're wonderful"
It seemed impossible for Jean to be taking all that mammoth cock,
Lorena thought, but it was happening, and that tiny cunt must be
stretched to its capacity, packed with so much hard meat. She reached
around and took both the girl's firm tits in her hands, kneading them
tenderly as Jean stroked up and down.
Leaning back and twisting her head around, Jean sought Lorena's mouth.
Their tongues met furiously and their teeth clashed as Jean continued
to ride the upright pole, wiggling and hunching on it. Lorena felt the
moan burst against her teeth as Jean came, felt the long convulsion
that wracked the vibrant little body as the climax crested through it.
"Hot and tight, holding my prick with hot fingers," her father grunted,
surging his pelvis upward. "Sucking on my rod--ah, kid--you sweet
little cunt! Uh--uh--UH!!"
He came, heaving up in a spasm that lifted them both from the bed. As
he dropped back, Lorena realized that his river of bubbling semen was
pumping into her friend's pussy, that her raunchy daddy was shooting
his hot come into Jean's shuddering cunt, drowning the tiny velvet
envelope. She envied her friend the rare sensation, and squeezed hard
upon Jean's tits.
Jean's tongue went still in Lorena's mouth, and their breath sighed,
blending in warmth, understanding and sharing. Lorena was very glad for
the moment, even though her own pussy was afire with want.
When Jean sagged limply forward, Lorena let go of the girl's breasts
and helped her work the massive shaft out of her pussy. It came into
the air with a plopping sound, and semen ran down Jean's molded thigh.
Rolling over onto the bed, Jean whispered, "J-just give me a minute or
two, Lorena. I think I exploded."
And her father fumbled weakly at the bedside table for his glass.
Lorena leaned across and gave it to him. He said, "She's got a pussy
even tighter than yours, baby. It's like fucking a ten year old kid--
but a kid who knows how to screw, and loves the meat."
"I'm glad you two dig each other so much," Lorena said. "See how much
fun sharing can be, dad? I got my kicks out of watching you fuck,
seeing your big cock slipping in and out of her little snatch. I held
her tits, too, and felt her pussy with my fingers while you were inside
it, stretching it so wide."
His eyes held hers. "I felt it, baby, and I wished I could have my cock
in both of you at the same time."
"You can take turns on us," she said, "crossing over on our cunts until
you come in one of them, and I hope it's mine."
"Not yet," he said. "I'm out of gas right now, but when I get myself
pumped up again, I'm going to give my bitchy little daughter the
fucking of her young life."
"For now, I'll take a sip of your drink," she murmured, "and mix you
When she came back to the bed and gave it to him, he was sitting up,
his prick at greasy half-mast. Jean held up her hands and Lorena
climbed over her dad to go to the girl.
Glynn caught his sister coming out of the bathroom on Sunday morning.
She was still glowing, but looked a little mussed, as if she had gone
through a long and grueling night.
"Hey, sis--how did it go? He locked the door, and I couldn't ease into
your room to watch from the closet, but I wanted to."
She smiled. "It's a good thing dad and mom sleep in different rooms;
he's still in there all wrapped around Jean. Now he's fucked all three
of us women, just as you have."
"All three--oh yeah, including mom. I heard her moving around
downstairs awhile ago. She slept the night through." Glynn held to his
sister's hand. "I'm wondering how I can get Jean and mom together
today. Got any ideas?"
"How about if I split with dad? We can say we're going up to his office
or something. Then you can use little Jean to turn on mother and ball
"Good enough," he said, feeling a lift of anticipation at the idea of
swinging with the little redhead and his mom. "But you know something?
I'm missing your pussy, sis. I hope it doesn't take much longer before
we can all be together, you and me, mom and dad."
Her kiss brushed his mouth and she said, "Hang in there, Glynn. I'll go
get them up so we can have breakfast; all of us need the vitamins."
When she darted back through the bath, he went on down the stairs,
eager to see his beautiful mom again.
It felt funny, he thought, talking about fucking with his sister,
discussing their sex life openly and up front, but there were a lot of
things changing around here since the plan had gotten moving. With any
luck at all, he and Lorena ought to be able to work out the rest of it,
getting his old man and mom together again.
"Hi mom--smells like pancakes. Did you know that Jean Marks stayed over
last night? No, I guess not; you were asleep when she came after Lorena
His mother was dressed in hip-snugging slacks, black and slinky, with a
see-through white blouse. A bra cupped her opulent breasts, and he
wished she didn't have it on, so he could see those great nipples. She
said, "Oh? Did you and Jean have fun?"
He came up to her and put his arms around her slim waist, tugging her
close so he could feel the shape of her ass against him. "Didn't touch
her, mom, I swear. But if we can get dad and Lorena out of the house
again, I think I can have her spend the rest of the day here--with us."
"I--I don't know," she said. "Everything looks different in the hard
light of day, dear. Besides, your father took your sister along
yesterday and he won't want to--"
He rubbed against her, his cook getting hard at the merest touch of her
beguiling ass. He wanted to slide his shaft between those pear-shaped
cheeks and move up and down, maybe prod her hidden asshole a little
before lowering the head and pushing it thrillingly into the hot, wet
grip of that fantastically beautiful pussy.
"Don't be a copout, mom; I won't let you. Last night you were all up on
the idea of Jean with us, making love, and I can just about guarantee
that Lorena will haul dad off again this morning."
She trembled against him and said softly, "All right; I just couldn't
resist my eager young lover, even if I tried. If they go out, I'll go
right to my room, and you can bring Jean there. Have you talked to her
"I'll get to her right after breakfast," he promised, and stepped back,
letting go his mother's body as he heard footsteps on the stairs.
They ate quickly, with Lorena and him carrying most of the
conversation, and when they were having a second cup of coffee, his
sister announced that she was going to the office with their father.
"Some files to catch up on," his father said without looking up from
his plate, "and Lorena volunteered to help."
Surprisingly, his mom said nothing in return, no putdown as she would
normally have done. It was pretty nice, Glynn thought, not to have his
parents cutting at each other all the time. He followed Lorena out to
the station wagon because she motioned him to, and there she whispered
in his ear that she would go away for about two hours.
"That will make it about noon when we come back, Glynn. Leave all the
doors unlocked, and I'll accidentally let dad see you putting it to
mother, with Jean right there helping. Just a glimpse to shake him up
real good, then I'll back him out. It's the next logical step."
Glynn said, "Well, all right, but I'm still a little shaky about him
seeing me and mom." He saw his dad coming around the car and split, his
belly tightening. Sure, he thought, it all seemed very logical and
simple, but what if his old man blew his cork? Dad might figure it was
fine for him to stick his daughter, but he might not want his boy
sticking his wife.
Back in the house, he saw his mother and Jean Marks cleaning up the
remains of breakfast, and heard the dishwasher going. This kind of
thing could turn a worried guy into a juice head, he decided, but voted
against a beer on top of hotcakes with syrup. He compared the two--his
mother tall and willowy, but with flared hips and long, eye-catching
legs, Jean small and cute, put together like a miniature Venus. Mom's
hair was black as night, and Jean's was flaming red.
They seemed to be getting to know each other, laughing and whispering
things he couldn't hear. As he fidgeted just beyond the door, his fear
fading in his eagerness to screw these two beautiful females, he saw
Jean put a hand upon his mom's waist, and watched it drift almost
casually down across her ass.
Immediately, his shaft leaped to attention. Jean was feeling up his
mom, and he knew damned well that he was going to see some lesbian type
loving before long, that he was going to be a major part of a sexual
get together different from the one he had joined with Jean and his
This time, Jean would make love to his mother, and maybe it would also
go the other way around, while he got his licks in with both of them.
He couldn't just hang around and watch them, so he went up to take a
bath, using plenty of hot water and soap, lathering his body strongly,
then changing the water flow slowly from hot to cold. In the end, he
found himself yelling and dancing around in the needlelike spray.
They were waiting for him in his mother's room--but not really. Jean
and his mom had started without him, for they were already naked and
together on the bed. As he stood staring in the doorway, he saw the
little girl crawling over on top of his mother's statuesque body. Jean
had both hands full of tit, and was kissing the beestung lips with
dedication, her little pink tongue darting in and out.
Glynn heard his mother make some kind of choking noise, and watched her
hands come up to cup the trimly molded ass cheeks, to caress and stroke
them, push them together and pull them apart. The sight started a
vibration in his rigid cock, and he walked slowly toward the bed where
they were squirming. For the moment, they seemed to have forgotten he
existed, and he couldn't blame them.
His mother was having her first lesbian experience, and Glynn was
anxious to see what would happen next, but not from a distance. Not
wanting to miss a single movement, he sat down on the far edge of the
bed, holding his cock and staring avidly at them.
Jean manipulated his mom's breasts, thumbing the nipples while she
kissed the older woman, mashing down on the springy mounds and letting
them spring up rounded again. Her sleek little belly moved back and
forth, seeking contact with their crotches, but until Jean stopped
kissing her mouth and slid down, their cunts couldn't meet.
When she reached the base of the white throat, her mouth hesitated, and
Jean licked the hollow there, then dipped over to the left to fasten
hotly upon the upright nipple. Glynn sighed as the girl sucked upon
that fabulous tit, because he knew the texture and flavor of it
himself. She caressed the belly, the hips, and his mother's fingers dug
into Jean's ass.
They were moving together then, pussy to pussy, Jean in between his
mom's outflung legs, between the full, rich thighs. They humped and
ground their cunts, making fucking motions as if one of them was a man,
and he could see Jean's dark red pussy massaging his mother's midnight
Moaning, his mother gasped out: "Oh! Oh darling girl--it's wonderful to
feel you like this, your sweet little box against mine. Oh! Yes, dear--
your clit against mine--humping, humping--oh!"
And Jean answered hotly, "Yes, Arlene--yes, Mrs. Johansen; what a deep,
wet cunt you have, all velvet and juicy. So lovely, so hot and
beautiful. Fuck me, Arlene--fuck me!"
The girl's ass blurred as she stroked furiously into the woman's cunt,
heaving and twisting, rubbing her inflamed clitoris into his mother's
steaming box. Glynn clamped down hard on his cock as he saw his mom
lift her symmetrical legs and coil them around the small, perfect body.
They really screwed then, moaning and gasping, rotating their asses and
ramming their cunts together faster and faster.
"C-coming!" his mother cried out. "Oh you wonderful little thing,
you're making me come!"
"Me, too!" Jean sobbed, bumping her crotch violently into the black
one, making wet sounds. "Your beautiful hairy pussy--oh, squeeze me in
your thighs, Mrs. Johansen, grind that terrific cunt into mine--OOOHH!"
Glynn sat entranced, his prick leaping in his hand, his balls packing
themselves with fluid that was demanding to be released. They were so
damned beautiful together, lying wrapped in naked flesh, and they had
just reached a mutual orgasm, sharing the lascivious delights that one
woman could give to another.
And Jean was only beginning. A real AC-DC chick, he thought, as she
began to slide down his mother's supine, panting body, kissing the rib
cage, licking her tongue over the smoothly mounded belly to ram it
hotly into the navel. His mom shuddered all over, and pawed ineffectual
hands at the twisted sheet, her mouth hanging open and her eyelashes
"Your skin tastes like honey," Jean purred, "and I'll bet your pussy is
even richer. Love the feel of your cunt hair against my cheek, Arlene--
it's all crinkly and kind of stiff, and I can smell the perfume of it,
warm and pungent"
The girl was rubbing her face into his mother's snatch, first one
cheek, then the other, nosing into the thick curls of the ebony pubic
hair. She even used her chin to burrow into the springy bush, and
nipped the insides of the trembling white thighs with quick, hungry
teeth. Glynn clamped down on the head of his prick, held it lightly as
He climbed on the bed with his knees, and scrambled over so he could
see the most intimate details. There was Jean's tongue lapping like a
puppy dog into his mom's quivering labia; he could see that the cunt
lips were swollen now and turning redder. Jean was playing with the
cheeks of the other woman's ass and dipping her fingers into the crack
while she ate pussy.
The dark red head, the elfin face, pushed deeper into the humid
receptiveness of his mother's crotch, and he watched Jean take the cunt
lips between her teeth to bite tenderly upon them. His mom rocked from
side to side and her ass began to hike itself up and down. She took the
girl's head in her hands then, and her hunching movement fucked it.
Glynn stared down at Jean's uptilted ass, at the sweetly formed cheeks
and the tiny cleft with its feathery covering. He saw the tight little
anus, and below it, as Jean wiggled, the cunning design of her tiny
pussy. It pouched at him when she pumped her ass, as she buried her
face inside his mom's blackly heaving cunt.
It was so close; he ran his hands over the sleek buttocks and felt
their shape, their warmth, the smoothness of them. Prodding, he slipped
the distended head of his stiff prick between her thighs, and for a few
breathless seconds she rode his shaft, skidding her wet cunt lips up
and down the length of it. Then Glynn used one hand to hold her bobbing
still, the other to hold his cock while he steered the blunt glans into
the tufted red hair.
The heat of it sizzled against his cockhead, and he shoved steadily
into it, fitting his knob into the tight but eager slot that was so
inviting. It went in slowly as the lips turned elastic and gave to his
pressure; the bulb popped inside her pussy, and with a long, twisting
stroke, he seated the rest of his prick full length within the tight
sleeve of Jean's blistering young cunt.
Glynn had never fucked this way before, from behind. It was a new
sensation for him to snug his balls up tight to the neatly sculptured
ass, to drive his long thrusts into the girl as she shook her tail
against him. It was good, he thought dazedly, holding to her waist with
both hands and cramming his cock while Jean ate so ardently into his
"I--I can't stand it!" his mother called out, swinging her head blindly
from side to side like a metronome, her tits heaving and her belly
jerking. "Oh--it's too much, too much, darling! My pussy is going
insane--ahh! Oh! Please--oohh!!"
Narrow and snug, Jean's cunt worked over his moving prick, and his
balls swung against the backs of her thighs. Glynn stared down at the
entangled women, at the sweetly surging ass he was putting the rod
into, at the twisting, arching form of his mother in the throes of her
orgasm on the girl's avid mouth.
His mom fell back limply, and Jean lifted her dripping face from
between the older woman's thighs. Glynn gave her a few more strokes,
and Jean's pussy thrummed around his buried cock like a soft tuning
fork. She was coming, too, he knew, and held his shaft solidly in her,
deeply within her box, as her hot oils bathed it.
By keeping still, he didn't come. It felt almost as good, he thought,
and held his prick inside the girl's snatch, wondering if this was how
to keep fucking for a long, long time. Jean wobbled in his grasp, so he
allowed her to slide forward, so that his hard pole slipped soapily
from the kiss of her pussy lips.
"Oh, lover boy," she said, rolling over and smiling wetly up at him.
"That was a fine screwing; you timed it just right, while I was about
to make your mother come."
Glynn was proud of himself, and saw that his mom's eyes were opening,
that her dark eyes were focusing upon his posed cock with its shiny
head. She acted puzzled, as if she didn't quite know where she was for
a moment; then her eyes cleared and she smiled that warm, bitchy smile.
"Well, dear--you've just seen your mom debauching herself with a girl.
Did it surprise you as much as it did me? I had no idea, really--but
it's so different, so tender and thrilling."
He said, "You were great, mom. I put it to Jean from the rear, while
she was eating your pussy, but I didn't come yet."
"I sure did," Jean announced. I had it going for me at both ends, and I
came so hard that my head spun. Wow--what a beautiful family you are,
every one of you!"
Glynn saw his mother frown. "Every one, Jean?" she asked.
He moved to her, hurriedly cutting off the conversation, telling
himself that he would break the news a little later, that she didn't
have to know right now. She would have to discover that dad was
screwing her daughter sometime, but there was more than an hour left
before Lorena was due home.
"I'd like to fuck you dog fashion, mom. Maybe you'd like to go down on
Jean, kind of reversing your positions. She's ready for it, ready for
Eyes clouding over in that special, sexy way, his mother licked her
full lips and nodded. "That sounds nice, lover. Were you saving your
load for me?"
She kissed him before turning to straddle Jean's slim body, and he
still felt the wet thrusting of her tongue for several seconds
afterward. Trembling, he watched Jean set herself for the oral loving,
putting a pillow under her piquant little ass so that her scarlet mouth
tipped upward, and spreading her polished knees wide.
The red tufted and downy hair of her pussy gleamed up at his mother,
and the older woman stooped to gather the small girl lovingly in her
arms. As Glynn watched enraptured, his mom snugged Jean close, kissing
her mouth hungrily, shoving her tongue deep into the gasping, open
lips. His mother's knee was prodding into Jean's crotch, and the lovely
girl was wiggling upon it, rolling her snatch hard against the sleek
Then his mom, his gorgeous, sensual mom, was kissing Jean's tit,
sucking upon each nipple in turn, and her hands were cupping the girl's
body, running over the warm skin. She lowered the girl and began to
lick hotly over her chest and belly. Her fabulously shaped ass came
back toward Glynn, lifting up as she slid down Jean's writhing body to
the treasure of the fragrantly steaming pussy.
Head turning back over her shoulder, his mother said to Glynn: "Put it
to me, son."
The cheeks of her ass were like big, beautiful melons in his hands, and
when she turned to plunge her mouth into Jean's thrusting pelvis, he
eased the head of his prick out to touch the puckered brown ring of her
hole, staring down at the crinkly curlings of her snatch hair, at the
meeting of her inflamed pussy lips in back.
Had his father ever mounted her this way? Had his dad ever fondled
these splendid, captivating cheeks and nudged his mom's asshole with
his cockhead? A quake rippled over Glynn, and his skin turned extra
sensitive. When she rolled her hips, he poked gently with his knob and
discovered the marvelous slippery labia kissing his point. With a
little guidance, it eased into the wet, greasy hold of her pussy,
aroused now because of the sucking it had just had.
The shock of it was always new, he thought, sliding his hard and aching
shaft deeply into her alluring cunt; it was always as if he was putting
the meat to his darling mother for the very first time. The juicy
tissues of her pussy closed around his probing dick, tightened upon it
with a loving grasp, and his balls nestled against the silken pillows
of her textured thighs. It was in his mom again, stuck to the roots
within her mature, ripe cunt, and he adored the feel of her inner
She was so damned hot, so damned beautiful; she was the queen of all
bitches, and Glynn worshipped her sexually, grinding his pelvis into
the hills of her cheeks, bending down to tuck his belly against the
velvet length of her graceful back. Her heavy tits hung down as she ate
into the girl's pussy below, and Glynn caught them in both hands, clung
jealously to them all warm and springy as he stroked tenderly into her
"I've got my prick locked into your hot cunt," he whispered into the
back of her neck. "My cock is buried in your pussy, mom--moving all
hard and slippery in there where dad fucks you. It's my pussy, too, and
I'm fucking you, mother--I'm pumping my shaft in and out of your
boiling cunt, and you love it, you beautiful, hot bitch--you love to be
fucked by your son!"
She moaned into Jean's crotch, and the small girl moaned in answer,
heaving gently into the older woman's face, turning her trim ass in the
gripping hands. Glynn pulled on his mother's round, pendulum tits, and
worked his rod steadily into the clutching well of her deep pussy.
Suddenly he wondered how her quivering nest would feel, if it was
already made oily by another man's semen--by his own father's hot
Pretty soon, he told himself, giving her longer, harder hammerings,
reaching to the far end of her vagina with the lunging head of his
cast-iron prick; pretty soon, he might get the chance to watch his
daddy fuck the hell out of her, and then he'd climb onto her the second
his daddy climbed off, the very moment after the old man withdrew his
big, dripping shaft after letting go his load.
Glynn would rut and grind in her wet cunt then, continuing where his
dad left off, fucking and screwing and pumping his own searing come in
to blend with the slidy stuff already left inside her stirred-up,
shuddering pussy. Both of them would fuck her, and daddy would see it,
see him pound the cock into her body while mother squirmed and told him
how much she loved his young, hard meat.
Just then, Jean cried out wildly, and beat her tiny hands against the
bed. "Mrs. Johansen--oh, Arlene, darling--darling--eat me--devour my
cunt, darling--I'm coming, coming!!!"
Glynn felt his mother's pussy snap on his cockhead, felt the inner
sheathing of her gorgeous cunt draw tight around it, and in reflex, the
semen came hissing up from his balls. When she bucked her ass back
against him, he held desperately to her tits and banged away at her
suctioning box. The come hosed from his glans, hurled thick and viscous
fluid at the entrance to her cervix, dripped his male essence sticky
and penetrating along the enveloping wall of her cunt, soaking her
completely, lathering his still churning rod from head to balls.
He thought he was never going to stop coming; it was so good that he
felt dizzy, and at last he shivered to a stop, his balls only twitching
against her molded thighs, his prick stilled and drowned within the
soggy velvet grasp of the most fantastic pussy in the world.
Slowly, he sat back, bracing his hands upon her hips for better
balance, but she came back with him, lifting her smeared face from the
young girl's smokey cunt, grinding her ass in ecstasy upon his sloshy
Something from outside came knocking at his consciousness, something
alien, and Glynn pivoted his head at the sound of the door opening. He
saw them standing there, his sister and his father, saw his dad staring
with unbelieving eyes at the tableau the three of them made, on the
Then Lorena pulled the door shut again, and Glynn collapsed on top of
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