James Barton - Incest neighbors

The Towne household was quiet — so quiet, in fact, that Tim felt uneasy as he stood in the hallway outside his parents' room and listened. He wondered now if it was sate, and his pulse quickened as he thought about what awaited him in the basement playroom of his family home.

The faint sound of his father's mores came to him through the closed door and he felt the excitement spread from his chest to his cock as he recalled Craig's words: "It's too much, fucking and sucking and… well, you'll just have to see it for yourself!"

Tim took a deep breath and stepped with care onto the carpeted strain, his hand finding the cool rail in the darkness. As he descended the strain, the thought tugged at him again that his sister, Judy, had not yet returned home. A year older than Tim, she was allowed far more freedom outside the home a fact Tim often took exception to, feeling it unfair. Judy was seventeen — soon to be eighteen — and though she was the oldest, Tim often had the feeling that she looked up to him, despite his own sixteen years.

Slowly and carefully, Tim felt his way to the basement door, turned the knob and stepped into the darkness of the stairwell. As he closed the door behind him, he was tempted to turn on the light, but he cautioned himself it could be seen if someone were to walk through the dining room to the kitchen beyond.

It was cold in the basement, and suddenly Tim wished that he had worn something besides his pajama pants. He chilled as he felt his way down the stairs in the darkness, the cold steps rough against his bare feet. Finally, he came to the last step and felt his way along the wall until he bumped into the counter of the bar his father had built the year before.

Reaching over, Tim found the flashlight kept there, and switching it on, he breathed a sigh of relief. He looked about the comfortably furnished basement-playroom and as the light traversed the room from corner to corner, Tim felt his pulse quicken as he stopped the beam to shine on the deep sofa where it sat against the far wall.

Quickly, he went to it and ran is hand between the cushions; his fingers touched the cool metal of the film can. He felt a light thrill go through his body to terminate at the growing cock-bulge between his legs as he though again of his friend's words when he had passed the film to him that afternoon following school.

Craig had told him the film was something "hot" and that he had found it stored in his own basement a few days before.

"It was in the stuff Mom packed up right after Dad died," Craig had told him, so they both assumed it had been the property of Craig's deceased father.

Tim's hands shook nervously as he popped open the film can and took out the large reel. He had never seen anything close to what Craig had described for him, and he felt his prick twitch as he affixed the reel to the family projector. He threaded the film, then swallowed nervously as he flashed to the light to the wall across from him and saw the silver screen already pulled down and ready for use. He flicked the switch; then as the screen glowed brightly in the white light, he started the film on it journey.

Immediately, a title flashed on the sawn, and Tim felt the blood rush to his head as he read: THE MOTHER FUCKERS.

His mouth dropped open as the title faded and showed a woman wearing a thin nightgown as she entered what was obliviously a bedroom. As the camera panned the room, it showed two teenaged boys lying in bed, looking at magazines. As though they had been surprised by the woman's entrance, both of them attempted to hide the magazines beneath the cover.

Quickly, the woman crossed the room and jerked back the covers of the boy nearest her. A look of shock crossed her face as she found the boy naked from the waist down, and the camera focused on his young prick as it stood straight out from his body. The woman scowled at him and snatched up the magazine and a look of horror craned her lovely face.

The camera focused then on the centerfold of the magazine and it depicted a close-up of a woman with long hair, her lips ovaled obscenely about a huge cock as the man in the picture held her head firmly with both of his hands.

Time felt his throat go dry as the camera pulled back and the woman went to the second bed to reveal that youth, naked too, from the waist down and sporting a hard-on like the other boy. Tim felt the excitement rise in his young body as the woman snatched up that boy's book and the camera showed a woman with her legs doubled back to her tits, a look of sublime pleasure on her face and a man shoving a huge stiff prick into her glistening cunt.

Tim watched in fascination as the woman threw down that magazine and stood glowering a the boys — evidently her sons — and as she raised her hands to her hips, her thin gown pulled open, revealing the dark lush patch of hair surrounding her own cunt. The boy on her right licked his lips and as the woman spoke harshly to them both, he climbed out of be. He stood looking down at his feet, his stiff young prick standing out from his body as the woman sat on the edge of the bed and pointed to her lap.

Obediently, the boy lay across her knees and the camera pulled back to show the woman spreading her top slightly, then closing to catch his stiff prick between her thighs. Then Tim saw the look on her face as she raised her hand to let it fall softly on the boy's upraised ass. It could hardly be called a slap, and as she raised her hand to let it fall again, a dazed expression came over her face and she let her hand linger on his smooth, young ass-cheeks. The boy squirmed and moved his hips; then the woman looked at the other boy who was standing up now before her. A look of confusion crossed her face as she gazed at his stiff prick and the light growth of pubic hair. She shook her head as though fighting some inner conflict, then she reached out hesitantly and touched the boy's prick with shaking fingers.

Tim felt his prick poking against the material of his pajama, and he loosened the cord at the waist to let them fall in folds at his feet. As the woman closed her eyes and began to moan. Tim's hand closed around his own throbbing prick. He swallowed again dryly as the boy in the woman's lap reached between her legs and the camera zoomed in for a close-up as she spread them and his fingers brushed her hair lined cunt lips.

Tim watched transfixed, the woman sighed deeply and lay back on the bed as the boys climbed from her lap to lie beside her. He opened her thin gown to bare her full ripe tits as the other boy lay beside her, then the camera zoomed in as they each took hold of a tit and closed their young mouths around the distended nipples.

The woman's head rolled from side to side as the boys sucked her tit and her hands closed around their throbbing cocks. She spread her legs as both of them moved a hand from her tits to her belly, then let their fingers touch as they encountered the thick bush of hair on her pussy-mound. She lifted her hips; their fingers spread her sopping pussy lips, and the camera showed a close-up of the boys' fingers finding her erect clit at the top of her cunt.

Tim stroked his own prick as his heart beat in his chest. He had no idea whether or not the two boys in the film were really related to the woman, and he wondered if such a thing actually happened. Were there women who would do things like this with their own children?

A new thrill raced through Tim's body as he pictured his own mother's lush and vibrant body. She was excitingly beautiful to Tim, despite the fact that she was thirty-five and his mother, too!

He recalled the way her proud tits stood straight out from her body with a graceful upsweep towards the nipples, and her hips were something of a marvel to him. No wonder his father was so deeply in love with her, he reminded himself. She had married young, borne two children and she remained that way in Tim's thoughts.