James Barton - Incest neighbors

She sighed and blurted out, “We all had sex together.”

Paul was a little stunned, but honesty had been the household tradition and he couldn’t scold them now for being that way. “You… you two and Lisa Peters?” he questioned and thought about the vivacious widow.

“And Craig…“ Tim added.

“Does she and Craig… “ Paul asked as he felt his prick rising beneath the short dressing robe he wore.

“Wow!” Judy exclaimed. “DO they ever! You wouldn’t believe it. She gets all dressed up for him-crotchless panties, the works!”

Paul thought about it, and it seemed that they were both fairly accepting of the idea of Craig and his mother having sex. He cleared his throat then and asked, “That sort of brings me to the real reason I wanted to talk to both of you. Your mother and I have talked about this, but we thought we’d leave the decision up to you…” As he spoke, he realized he still had his arm about Judy’s waist and that she was leaning heavily against his thigh as he half sat, half leaned against the bar stool. He felt her smooth warm flesh beneath the blouse and skirt, and his prick twitched. “We know a lot of things… about sex and we wondered if you two would like to… that is, if you might want to …” He shrugged uncomfortably. “Damnit! We’d like to share some real love with you!” Tim’s mouth fell open. “You and Mom?”

Paul nodded and he felt his daughter’s hand on his thigh. She rubbed it gently and told him, “I… I think that would be absolutely beautiful, daddy… really.” She looked at her brother. “Remember what you said about wanting to make it with Mother?”

Tim blushed deeply and averted his gaze. “… Judy… you shouldn’t…“ he stammered.

“Hey, Son-that’s okay. I know your mother would like to teach you a few things.

What about it?” Judy’s hand went beneath the hem of his robe and touched his half-hard prick. She fondled it lightly, and as she did, his hand stole beneath the hem of her short skirt and he cupped her ass-cheek as she asked her brother, “Okay, big-shot, what’s it going to be? Put up or shut up,“ and she squeezed her father’s prick softly.

Tim gaped at his sister’s bold caress of his father’s prick. As he saw the bulge, then noticed his father’s hand on Judy’s ass, he thought again of his beautiful mother and he swallowed thickly. “Well…“ he said finally. “If it’s okay with Mom.”

Both Judy and her father laughed at his blushing face.

Paul told them, “Look your mother and I have something planned for tonight… but you can be a part of it if you’d like to.” For the next few minutes, Paul outlined his plan and told them, too, of the scene he had arranged for Jim and him two daughters.

“Wow! Everybody’s doing it!” Tim exclaimed as his father finished.

“SO it would seem-and we’re the last to try. Shall we make up for some lost time tonight?”

“Right on” Judy told him.

“Count me in,” Tim said, then asked, “What time do you want us back here?”

Paul smiled, “It shouldn’t take too long for your mother and I to get things rolling. About an hour, I’d say. Just do like we discussed and I think everything will be all right.”

The two Towne children agreed and took the basement stain two at a time to bump into their mother on the landing.

“What about it?” Beth asked apprehensively as she slid onto a stool beside her handsome husband.

“Your son would like to quote ball you unquote!” he told her and smiled.

“Oh, Jesus!” she said and felt a rush of excitement as she pictured Jim’s strong young body naked in her arms. “Wha… what about Judy?”

Paul pulled his robe back and exposed his gigantic hard-on. “I thought she was going to jack me off in front of her brother!”

Beth sighed deeply and said, “I need a drink!” Paul mixed them bath a drink and turned the lights low in the playroom. He had brought down several roles of particularly erotic film and already had one on the projector ready to be shown when they heard the upstairs door open and Val called out.

“Come on down!” Beth called back and sat on the couch. She was dressed only in silk stockings and a short dressing gown; her hair was done as was her makeup, and a casual observation would lead one to believe that she, as well as her husband, were m the last stage of dressing to go out.

Val bounced down the stairs happily and stopped as she saw the Townes still not dressed. Paul waved to her from the bar, then came around carrying fresh drinks for them all as Beth patted the divan and told her, “Take a load off your feet.

The kids just left and we thought we’d relax a bit before we got dressed.”

Val noticed the film on the projector, and wondered idly what was going on.

Beth had made no mention of watching any movies before going to the club. She nodded and smiled as she sat don; Paul handed her a drink and smiled as he sat beside her. She noticed his robe fall open slightly as the front and his hairy thigh was exposed. A slight thrill went through her as Beth’s knee touched her own and she held her glass high as she said, “Cheers.”

Paul glanced at his wife and smiled; an imperceptible nod passed from one to the Other, and Beth lay her hand on Val’s thigh as she said slowly, “I… uh … I took the liberty of telling Paul about our watching that movie the other day…” She saw Val’s face color hotly and she squeezed her thigh. “That’s all right, Val. It’s no big thing.”

“The truth of the matter,” Paul told her, “is that I have some really good porno and we thought we might look at a couple before we went to the club.

We’ve plenty of time.”

“I… I really don’t think…” Val began to protest in embarrassment.

Beth nodded slightly and Paul twisted in the seat, killed the lights and started the projector. Bright light splashed on the screen before the trio, then the film began with the tide: DADDY’S GIRLS.

Val swallowed thickly as the scene began and depicted a richly furnished study.

A man walked into the room, and Val was struck with his likeness to Paul-though older by perhaps ten years, he was handsome and his silver-gray hair looked a bit premature. He was dressed in silken pajamas and a dressing gown that hung to his knees. He crossed the worn and sat in the deep leather chair before the fireplace, then lifted a little silver bell and rang it.

The camera swung to the door again as a beautiful young maid in the traditional costume ushered in a pair of lovely young twins.

Val leaned forward in astonishment. The girls didn’t look to be much over twelve years old, but from the sheer gowns they wore, it was apparent that their bodies were fully developed.

The man in the chair beckoned to them and the maid closed the door to stand quietly, her hands folded demurely in front of her. The two girls ran to the man and each of turn threw their arms about his neck and kissed him fully on the mouth. As they stood back a bit, their hands on his shoulders, he ran his hands down their backs until it reached their well-formed little butts and he patted them lightly. The girls giggled and as the man-apparently their father-rubbed their young asses, they leaned forward and kissed him again. As they did, his bands crept beneath their gowns and he began to fondle their naked butts. The camera zoomed in then as his hands crept between their naked legs and he began to stroke their naked young pussies lewdly. Each of the girls closed her eyes and leaned against him heavily; then the girl in his right arm leaned forward a bit and ran her hand beneath his dressing gown. In a moment she had freed his burgeoning prick. The other girl reached down then and closed her little hand over the bulbous head-and it was a handful for her. Her fingers curled about it and she could barely cover the knob with the palm of her hand.