John Kellerman - Incest family

"Margaret, h-h-how do you do that?"

Margaret swallowed slowly a few times to let him feel her tonsils clasping tightly around his tip. Billy shuddered and held his breath. His hands rubbed her shoulders and back. Her chin bumped his balls and Margaret knew she had a lot of cock stuffed into her throat. But she controlled her gagging reflex and continued to turn her head around to make it good for the young stud. When at last she drew her lips away from his prick and gazed lovingly at the spit-drenched bulb of taut flesh, Billy let his breath out with a rush of affectionate love words.

"I love you Margaret! God, I really do!"

"So I can kiss your cock better than that other girl?"

"Oh sonofabitch, can you ever!"

"Don't you think you'd better start rowing again?" she smiled. Her nephew got the oars working again. She waited until they were heading for the island once more before she turned her attention to his prick. She wasn't sure just what she wanted to do next. She was afraid that if she kept sucking on him, he'd come before they got to the island. And though some men could do it twice in an hour and a rare few three times, there were many more who were not so eager to get their rocks the second time in an evening. Still, Billy was kind of fit! She hadn't realized that a young guy like that felt sex so strongly. Mitch seemed to be so bored with her nowadays. Billy sure wasn't! She was young and strong and seemingly pretty lustly. She gazed at his shiny cock again and then opened her mouth to suck it some more.

Billy rowed for only another few moments before dropping an oar into the water again. He was panting hard, his belly rising and falling as Margaret let her tongue go wild. She fluttered it along the twin lobes and swathed the entire surface of his cocktip with her saliva. She pulled her cheeks in sharply to rub him and then actually blew them up with breath while she just barely grazed the tip of his glans with the tip of her tongue. Billy lurched and grabbed the sides of her head.

"Ohhh. Ohhhh, God, Margaret!"

"Yhummmmmmm," she breathed, making a wet trough now and licking him furiously. Her fingers tightened around each of his balls until she was almost squeezing the jizz out of them.

"Ohhhhh," she cried, popping her lips free of him, "I want to fuck so bad!"

"Margaret, Margaret!" Billy grabbed her and pushed her backwards. She felt the boat rock dangerously but somehow it stayed afloat. Behind her seat was a flat, ribbed floor. That was where she ended up, Billy struggling between her spread thighs. She let her legs dangle over the edges of the boat, feet in the water. Billy panted raggedly, the moonlight glinting through his blond hair as he pressed his body down against her and guided his cocktip up her dripping, slick crevice. It went in easily and she bucked her hips against him as he grabbed her shoulders and began to fuck with savage thrusts. He was big all right! He was filling her up, penetrating her to the end of her steamy pussy! She bit his shoulder, fighting back now, crying, squirming on the hard bottom of the boat.

"Hhhh. Ohhhh, Goddamn!" she cried.

"Margaret, I'm gonna come! I just can't hold it back!"

"Nhhhooo, not yet!" She got her hands down somehow. She pressed a finger up under his balls and felt the raging thump of his prostate. She pressed hard, stopping the sex spasms while she lurched and plunged around the stiff, hat thing that had rammed so deeply into her body. And now the friction was building at the tip of her clitoris. She bit her lover again and pumped her hips furiously. The smacking sound of their wet parts was like a symphony. She pumped even harder, faster.

A tingle was how it began. But the tingle was soon a raging, itchy madness that engulfed her. She saw colored lights dance before her closed eyelids. Her finger trembled where she blocked Billy's orgasm. And then she didn't have the strength to hold him back any longer. He began to slide his cock in and out of her hole with such frenzied movements that she gave a little scream and held to him like a lost child. Her climax cut through her like a hot, sharp knife. It cut up between her cuntlips and the explosions made her buck against Billy's throbbing cock. She came screaming. For an instant her movements were so wild that her nephew's cock slipped from her hole. A jet of hot cream bathed one thigh before he could fumble the tip back into her dripping slit. Then he shoved deep and she felt the thick fountain of seed filling her.

"Whuuhhhh!"

"Oh, Margaret!"

"Billy, ohhhhh, Billy!"

"Nhhuuuuhhh! Ohhhh! Goddamn!"

Her insides were clasping around her nephew's cock now. She tightened her sphincter to clutch him even more. Billy let out a strangled gasp as her body began to suck at the sap that was still in his balls. She bared her teeth as the convulsive milking motions grew more powerful. She was going to come again! Her ass went hard and she thumped it up and down on the bottom of the boat when Billy lifted himself a little. Then she sank down over her like before and shoved his prick in to the hilt. Her pussy exploded with a rush of pleasure and their mouths were together. She kissed her nephew, gave him her tongue to suck as they twitched and came and babbled there in the damp boat.

It was Billy who spoke first. Margaret shook her head and opened her eyes. She had no idea where she was for a moment. And then she realized that she'd been sleeping. Or hypnotized by the soft afterglow of their fucking.

"We'd better get this boat moving again," he gasped, easing his cock from her pussy. Margaret felt that it was completely flaccid now. They must have been there for some time.

"How close to shore have we drifted?"

"Too damned close," Billy whispered, peeking over the side. He grabbed an oar and pulled hard. The boat swung lazily in the water. Then he was using both oars, keeping his body down. Someone shouted from the shoreline. The nearness scared Margaret half out of her wits.

"Is it Mitch?" she gasped.

"No," Billy said, swearing under his breath. "Oh, shit, it's Betty."

Margaret was sure she heard something in his voice that seemed to say there was more than just a casual acquaintance going between her nephew and her own daughter. Yes, she was sure she'd heard that certain something that said Billy didn't want Betty to know what was going on out there in the lake. After all it was just a family skinny-dipping party. And at least Billy still had his trunks with him if not on him. Would Betty really suspect that her mom was trying to put the make on Billy boy? Margaret wondered if maybe her horniness had been showing lately.

"We'd better head in," she told Billy. Then she had a sudden urge to escape this peculiarly uncomfortable situation. She stood without saying anything and dove into the waves. As she swam, she knew that the flecks of Billy's cream would be washed off her pussy hair. And by the time she got to shore, there'd be no evidence left of their hot tangle in the bottom of the boat. Billy could explain however he wanted. Margaret couldn't bear to have her daughter thinking she was out there seducing her own nephew.

She beat Billy to shore by quite a bit. Margaret could see that there were only embers left of the campfire and that Mitch, Lee and Alice had disappeared. Betty stood there in the wet sand, hands on her hips. She gave Margaret a harsh look. Margaret flicked water from her hands and shook some from her hair.

"Hi, Betty, what happened to the party?"

"You're lucky it broke up early," Betty replied.

"Why what on earth do you mean by that?"

"For God's sake, Mother, I could hear you screaming." Betty bit her bottom lip. "I mean it was absolutely awful!"

"Screaming?" Margaret said, fighting for time to think.

"Yes, screaming." Betty glanced over to watch Billy pulling the boat up on the sand. He kept his eyes averted, pretended to be involved in tying up. "You two make me sick," she said, looking at Margaret again. "You're old enough to be his mother."