James Barton - Incest neighbors

As Craig opened the kitchen door to let him in, he looked at his friend and told him excitedly, “I… I couldn’t get the film, Craig. Mom was still home… she was with Mrs. Carter.”

Craig shrugged. “That’s okay, you can get it later.” He smiled as though he, too, had a secret. “It doesn’t matter. I talked to Mom this morning. She doesn’t mind if I look at the dirty movies.”

Tim heard him but he didn’t believe him and he questioned, “She knew about them?”

“Sure. And that’s not all wait’ll I tell you what happened last night!”

Surely, Tim thought, whatever it was, it couldn’t be as important as what he had to tell, but as Craig began to relate the happening of the night before with his own mother, Tim blinked and realized that his tale took a back seat to Craig’s story!

Paul Towne spent a restless morning going over the insurance claims of a local account. There had been a fire, and the investigating agent had reported accurately the extent of the damages, but that report did not tally with those received from the corporate attorneys handling the accounts for the firm.

But the accounts were not Paul’s real problem. His initial problem had arisen the night before when his dormant ulcer had awakened him shortly after midnight and he had gone downstairs to pour himself a glass of milk. His second problem the one that had kept his mind from his work-had arisen after he had poured the milk and was standing barefoot in the kitchen. A low humming sound had come to him, and as he listened, it became recognizable. Quietly, he had closed the door to the refrigerator, set the glass aside and walked softly to the door of the family’s downstairs playroom. The sound of the projector was barely audible, but as he stood there, he suddenly realized that it was an unusual time of night for someone to be running the damn thing. Beth was in bed sound asleep so that left only Tim or Judy-and he was positive that he had not heard her return yet from her date.

Carefully, he edged open the basement door and, sure enough, the flickering light that came to him told him that he had properly identified the sound. As he stepped onto the narrow landing of the basement steps, another sound came to him and he froze in bin tracks.

“Oh, yessss, Timmy! Fuck me! Make me come! Shove your cock all the way in!”

Paul chilled as be recognized his daughter’s voice and he stood there for several long moments, his heart pounding in his chest as the obscene words burned themselves into his brain. Descending several steps he was shocked to see a porno movie in a sharp black and white contrast on the screen-and it was one he didn’t recognize. Then, stooping a bit, he felt a surge of sudden anger flood his body as he saw his son, Tim, kneeling behind Judy on the couch-tucking her from behind!

Paul could not believe his eyes at first, and his initial impulse was to turn on the lights, race down the stairs and separate the lewdly fucking children.

But as he watched transfixed, he realized suddenly that they were no longer children. Below the age of consent, perhaps, but certainly not children!

His mouth dropped open as his lovely young daughter arched her back while she watched the obscene movie and cried out for her brother to fuck her. And as he watched, Paul felt himself being aroused by Tim and Judy as they fucked.

Without actually realizing he was doing it, he had taken hold of his growing prick and had begun masturbating as he watched. The scene, was so totally erotic that he had difficulty tearing his eyes from the youngsters to look at the screen as two young boys fucked an older woman. And as he freed his prick from the loose pajamas he wore, he knew he would never stop Tim and Judy from the completion of their screw.

Paul licked his lips with desire as his daughter wiggled her full ass against his son’s thrusting prick. In his heightened state, Paul envisioned himself behind the girl, holding onto her soft hips, feeling the warmth of her ass against his naked belly and the smooth tightness of her cunt as he thrust into her hole deeply. God! What he wouldn’t have given to have exchanged places with his son at that very moment!

As the movie ground on, Paul felt himself tensing and he knew that watching the two fuck was not enough. What he really wanted to do. was rush down the stairs and shove his aching prick into his daughter’s mouth as his son tucked her obscenely from behind!

Paul closed his hand around the head of his huge prick as it erupted. He felt his cock spurt hotly against his palm as his daughter cried out in the midst of her orgasm. As his contractions passed, Paul was returned to reality and he shakily backed out the door, his hand filled with his own cum and his prick jerking spasmodically through the fly of his pajamas.

Sleep had come slowly after that, and he had thought of Tim and Judy long into, the night after he had heard them turn in. He reflected on his own youth and his older sister, Linda. They had fucked and sucked secretly for nearly five years before she had eventually married and moved to another city. Still, the original shock remained, and Paul felt himself torn between two poles-his family duties and the reality of the situation. He knew that if Beth knew about it, regardless of her own sexual experiences and preferences, she would hit the ceiling. So Paul had kept it to himself, avoiding his children at breakfast, and had spent a miserable morning as a result.

Sifting behind his desk, Paul realized he had a hard-on just thinking about the night before, and he could not deny the desire he felt each time he thought of his lovely daughter. Glancing at his wristwatch, he snatched the phone from its cradle and dialed a familiar number.

“Yes?” a husky but feminine voice answered.

“Paul Tone. Is this Gilda?”

“Well, stranger, where have you been keeping yourself? I haven’t heard from you for a couple of months. Momma taking good care of you?”

Paul felt his face burn, but took no offense. “Uh, look, Gilda, I’ve got a couple hours off. I’d like to look at some fresh merchandise. Can you handle it?”

There was a pause and Paul heard the woman speak to someone on the other end.

He knew she was pulling his card and in a moment, she confirmed this. “Uh, how fresh, Mr. Towne?”

“Something a young girl would appreciate-very young.”

“I see,” she replied, then paused. “Will you want to look at the merchandise at the same place?”

“Yea… ” he said simply. “I’ll be there in half an hour.”

“Fine. I’ll send one of our representatives around. Have a nice day, and thanks for calling.”

As Paul walked through the lot towards his car, he saw Jim Carter walking towards his own. His neighbor’s face glowed and as his eyes met Paul’s, they seemed to twinkle brightly. “Hey… we gonna see you and Beth at the club Saturday?”

Unlocking the door of his car Paul waved and nodded. “We’ll be there. Beth’s been nagging about it all week!” and they both laughed. Neither of their wives was a nag, but it was a little joke they shared on occasion.

Paul left the parking lot and drove eastward as thoughts of Jim’s wife swam in his head. Val was one piece Paul wanted to make it with, and it wasn’t the first time he had dwelled on the thought. On several occasions, he’d mentioned to Beth that they ought to encourage the Carters to try a swap, but each time Beth had simply shrugged and remarked at how naive Valerie seemed.

Paul was on the freeway and off in just a matter of minutes. He pulled into the lot of the “Terrace Swingles” and parked. He had kept a small efficiency apartment there for the past few years, and it had proven invaluable as a retreat whenever he wanted to be alone, or whenever the mood struck him to call Gilda.