Thomas Benton - Daddy's own sweets

“Finest kind,” Sue moaned. Harry began to fuck her, slowly and carefully. His groin was a mass of sexual tension. It felt as if someone had tied the safety valve shut. He knew when he came it would be one hell of an orgasm, and that the longer he held off, the better it would be. He was in an agony of anticipation. The walls of her vagina sucked at his cock as he drew out. He thought he could feel Tommy's semen, but wasn't sure. Just the knowledge that her son's come was in her hole increased Harry's lust. He drove back in and felt the elastic sheath embrace his phallus. Their bodies met with a wet, sticky, erotic “smack” as the rippled walls of her cunt slid past his glans. “They're watching,” Sue hissed. Harry realized abruptly that they were not just watching. Sue's husband, her sixteen-year-old son and her fifteen-year-old daughter were gathered around in a tight voyeuristic circle, studying her ravishment. Jerry and Judy were kneeling at Sue's head. Tommy, who had so recently flooded his mother with come, was behind him, getting a perfect view up between Harry's spread legs to where his cock entered Sue's strained, flooding pussy. The knowledge that he was the center of attention increased Harry's already titanic lust. He moved more quickly. He pushed up off her so that Judy and Jerry could see down under him, could see the pale column of his cock piston in and out of Sue's black-bushed cunt. His lips churning, Harry fucked her more sharply, ratcheting himself closer and closer to a searing orgasm.

Suddenly Judy leaned forward and kissed her mother full on the mouth. Right in front of Harris nose, mother and daughter kissed-wildly, erotically. It was a sucking, tasting kiss that was anything but familial. It was sexual, incestuous, Sapphic. Their jaws were twisting and chewing. The sight of Judy's tongue entering her mother's sucking mouth was the last straw. Harry began to come. He felt like he was being sawed in half with a dull knife. His groin erupted in a series of heaves that propelled incredible wads of thick semen the length of his phallus. It felt like he was shooting gobs of lava into Sue's convulsing, clutching cunt. The pleasure ripped outward from his spasming crotch, boiled through his straining body.

One after another his muscles were drawn into the fiery convulsion of his coming, until every fiber of his being was contributing to the explosive orgasm. His back straining, his arms shaking with the strain, Harry tried to ram his cock clear through the woman under him.

His toes dug into the grass, fighting for traction. He was coming like he had never come before. Still sucking hungrily on her daughter's mouth. Sue climaxed. She had her arms stretched upward. One hand clutched her husband's arm, the other held Judy's in a perfect circus aerialist's grip-fingers to wrist, in an unbreakable bond.

Muscles straining, she milked every drop of pleasure from her coming and every drop of semen from Harry's cock. Harry's body wrung itself dry with one final convulsion. Then he slumped weakly down on top of Sue. His lips nuzzled her ear tenderly. They remained in an exhausted heap for an eternity. Then, all five of them headed for the pool. As they fell into the water, the sparse gathering around the pool clapped politely, applauding the skillful display they had just witnessed. “I feel like a member of the family,” Harry mused.

“Damn straight,” Jerry agreed. “Welcome to the fold.” “It's crazy.” “What's crazy?” “All this-this screwing.” “Sex is never crazy,” Jerry replied seriously. “But, I never did anything like this before in my life!” Harry exclaimed. “I never fooled around when Sarah was alive. In fact, Sarah was the only woman I ever had, until recently.” “So, that was her style.” “It was. Mine, too.” “No, not yours, too,” Jerry corrected. “You adhered to her standards. If it was really your thing, you wouldn't have been able to get an erection today-not under these circumstances.” Harry had to agree that it sounded logical. “But incest?” “With modern birth control techniques, the taboo makes no sense, so long as it doesn't prevent relationships from developing outside the family, too. The taboo was just a matter of expanding the gene pool to prevent undesirable recessive characteristics from being reinforced.” “You sound like a biologist,” Harry muttered.

“I'm a salesman. But I did a lot of research on the subject before I introduced my daughter to the joys of sex.” “Yow introduced her to sex?” “Who else would care enough to be careful not to hurt her?” Jerry asked. “Uh-yeah,” Harry agreed reluctantly. Suddenly he was worried about Jan. “We're getting too heavy for a nice day like today,” Jerry noted. “Let's go get a beer.” When they got back to the pool, everyone was lounging around soaking up, the sun. Judy was on her back, letting the sun tan her slender, perfect body. Her long, slim legs were parted so he could see between her thighs. It looked as if she had combed her pubic hair.

Tommy was on his back, with his hands behind his head. Harry noted the intriguing, total, exquisite evenness of the boy's tan. His prick lay curled down over his balls. His eyes were closed against the bright sun. Sue had her head cushioned on one of Tommy's thighs.

She was inspecting one fingernail languidly, oblivious, apparently, to the penis near her curly black hair. She had one leg bent and was making no more effort to hide the intimate portions of her anatomy than anyone else did at Paradisio. Harry reflected that ho himself was not exactly modest anymore. He looked around casually. It was a slow day. There were very few people around the pool-two couples and one croup of four. He had seen Karen stroll by earlier with her latest conquest, headed for the bushes where she broke them in. “Did you bring me one?” Sue asked, then reached up for the beer Jerry offered her. She took a swallow, then handed it back. Except for the total lack of clothing, it was a typical country club gathering, Harry thought to himself. Then he noticed that one of the couples by the pool was screwing slowly and sensuously. They were on their sides and were pumping their hips rhythmically. The man had one arm on the woman's butt. His fingers were jammed into the crack of her ass. He was moving his hand in time with their gentle fucking. Evidently he had his finger up the woman's ass. “What a lazy bunch,” Jerry teased. Sue looked at him and lifted one eyebrow quizzically. “I don't see you doing anything about it.” “Why should I always be the aggressor?” he demanded. “You want me to be the aggressor?

Okay, I'll be the aggressor. But I'm not going to aggress you.” She rolled over, onto her hands and knees, and faced her son. Leaning forward, she lifted his limp organ and licked it carefully. The only acknowledgement from Tommy was a faint smile on his tan face, and a subtle fluttering of his stomach muscles. Aside from that, he didn't move an inch. Except for his penis. The gentle touch of Sue's tongue on his organ made it start to swell. Holding it by its base, she turned her head. His flaccid penis flopped loosely one way, then another. Sue kept licking it as she waved it around. It pulsed and swelled, slowly prying her fingers apart. It stiffened and lengthened with every beat of Tommy's heart. And still he hadn't moved.

There was a subtle tension in his pose. It was as if he was battling the urge to shift his hips in response to the blow job he was getting.

Without letting go of her son's growing cock, Sue shifted around and straddled his legs. Her breasts, tugged downward by gravity, brushed his thighs. Her nipples were erect, rubbery hard, where they rubbed his tan skin. Sue's ass was in the air, pointed toward Jerry and Harry. Her buttocks gleamed in the sun. Between the soft, rounded globes were a few kinky strands of black hair. Harry could see her bulging labia down between her thighs. Tommy's cock was almost fully erect now. It was a thrusting tall pole in Sue's fingers.