Unknown - Mom gets it on

Joe tossed oft half his drink and then set the glass down, but kept his hand on it. He was staring at his daughter, staring at her hand on his surging cock. His hard stomach muscles were knotted.

Keeping her grip on his prick, Jan slid the fingers of her other hand up the crack of his ass. She saw his mouth tighten as she probed the crevice carefully.

"Someday I'll let you bugger me, Daddy," she whispered. "Someday I'll let you put that great huge cock of yours right up my ass. I'll let you pump in my ass until you cum. I will, Daddy! I really will!"

Her finger found his asshole and slowly bored into that tight opening She felt the muscle clench against her, relax, then clench again. Each time it relaxed she gained a fraction of an inch. His cock throbbed heavily in her hand in time with the spasming of his asshole.

Joe bent forward, put both hands against the counter. His head was hanging, giving her better access to his ass. She kept stroking his throbbing cock as she wriggled her finger deeper into his shit chute.

"Jesus!" he groaned.

"I've wanted you for years, Daddy," Jan whispered. "I've wanted to give myself to you for years. And now that I've had you, I'm not going to let you go. We'll do everything, Daddy. Everything two people can do to each other, we'll do. I've had you in my mouth and in my pussy, and I'm going to have you in my hand now, and will have you in my ass soon."

Her finger was halfway into his asshole now and the going was easier. She took her time, twisting her finger slowly as she worked it deeper into his greasy depths, penetrating his rectum carefully. The cock in her other hand was as hard as steel. It drooled, and she smeared the lubricant over his hot flesh so her hand slipped sensuously over his shaft.

In the mirror, she could see the sweat shining on her father's face. She could see the monster tower of his cock in her hand. The purple bulb at the end looked painfully swollen he was so aroused.

"No offspring," she whispered, "just love and sex-all kinds of sex. Think of me bending over. I have a very pretty ass. Think of that great huge cock of yours prying into me. It'll be tight and hot, so tight and hot you'll feel like your prick is being blistered. You can play with my tits and my pussy while you do it, too."

"God," Joe moaned.

Jan wasn't quite sure what had gotten into her, but she did noting to restrain her wantonness. She had wanted him ever since she had learned what sex was. She wondered, fleetingly, about her cousin. For someone with no experience, he had shown amazing skill, she decided.

But here and now was what really mattered. The cock in her fist was her father's. She had one finger to the hilt in the ass. She pumped her finger slowly in and out of his tight ring, in time with her pumping on his cock.

She remembered the spasming lump she had felt in him out in the yard, and groped for it with her buggering fingertip, then stroked it in time with her hand-fucking. Her cunt was wet again. She squirmed her thighs together, felt his cum and her juices coating her flesh.

"Jesus," Joe moaned, tossing down the last of his drink.

Jan curled one leg around in front of him so she could scrub her cunt against him as she pumped her finger in his ass and her hand on his cock. Wrapped around his side, she lifted him closer and closer to his erupting peak. She was going to be cumming herself in a second. With a desperate intensity she willed his creamy spurtings to start.

"God" Joe grunted. "Shit!"

It was a word she had never heard her father use before. She knew he was on the verge of cumming and suddenly wished she had a third hand. She wanted to grab the empty glass in front of him and use it to catch his gooey spurtings. She wanted to capture his jism and then, while he watched, drink it!

She imagined his pearly cum slithering over her tongue and down her throat and began to climax. She pressed her crotch hard against the side of his powerful thigh. She felt his cock tremble and jerk in her grasp, saw a-geyser of thick jism shoot up and then fall to the floor. His prick convulsed, and cum actually spattered the bar in front of him. Thick, creamy drops slid slowly down the polished wood.

The lump under her finger was pulsing in time with his cock. She pressed his pumping gland rhythmically, in time with its convulsions. She felt

his anal ring clenching and unclenching around her finger.

She milked his cock of every drop as her own climax faded. When he was done, her finger was driven out by his rectal contractions. Drained and defeated, Joe slumped over. Jan went to get a rag to mop up with. When she came back, her father and his clothes had vanished. After cleaning up quickly, she went to her room to wash up and get dressed before Lil returned.

Jan began plotting ways of getting Paul and her mother together. It was all so logical, they could all have each other and that way no one would have anything to complain about.

Paul had a hard-on so enormous he thought it was going to burnt. His hands shaking, he frantically took off his shirt. Not taking his eyes off the view through the back door of the house, he stripped. His aunt was stretched out, baking in the sun. She was wearing a black bikini that set off her golden tan perfectly.

Naked, his hard-on quivering, Paul paused in the doorway. He stepped out, went down the back steps. The concrete was hot under his bare feet. The sun stung his skin, the breeze dried his sweat where it trickled down from his armpits. He felt his pubic hair stir gently. His cock, a bold shotgun seeking a target, swung heavily with each step.

For a moment he stood over his aunt, gazing down at her voluptuous body. Then he saw the bottle of suntan lotion beside her. Her breathing was so even, her face so relaxed, he assumed she was sound asleep. Picking up the lotion, he squeezed a pool into the palm of one hand. After letting the oil warm for a few moments, he knelt and very gently stroked it onto her bare shoulders.

Lil sighed softly in her sleep.

Encouraged, Paul finished spreading the lotion, then cautiously unhooked the top of her suit. He spread a second handful of cream down her back. She writhed slightly, sensuously, but didn't wake up.

He stroked her skin, his hand skating over her satin flesh.

Paul's hard-on stabbed up from his lap like a flag staff. His insides were melting slowly with desire and love for his aunt. He wondered if she were dreaming, and if so, about him? He had no trouble daydreaming about the night she had comforted him. Well, now it was his turn to comfort her.

The bottom of her suit tied on either side of her hips. Her legs were spread slightly. The material was stretched tight across the lush fullness of her ass. At the top edge was the indentation that marked the beginning of her ass crack.

Cautiously, Paul picked at the knot nearest him. It yielded easily. He teased the back of her suit down, exposing half her ass crack. Then he started to lean across to reach the other knot. She stirred suddenly in her sleep and he hesitated.

When she skipped moving, her legs were spread wider, and her knees were bent slightly. Carefully, Paul knelt between her knees, leaned over and worked the other knot loose. Evidently, she left this one tied when she took off the tight suit bottom. It was harder to untie. Finally he got it loose and carefully exposed the rest of her ass to the bright sunlight.

He studied her carefully. Her golden tan ended where the suit had begun. The moons of her ass cheeks were sleek, flawless, pale, well rounded and exciting. Between her thighs he could see twirling kinks of reddish hair, and the dusky, soft lips of her cunt. The crack of her ass was deep and dark.

If he didn't put suntan lotion on the pale, untanned triangle of skin, she would get a nasty burn. The flesh of her ass was hot, satin smooth,