Jim Dawson: Family orgy

After that, Lois wanted to try fucking with the man below her so she and Marsha changed places. Marsha discovered what a knowing mouth Roger had.

For the rest of the month that Roger had spent with his grandparents, he had fucked them both every night, although none of the sessions had been quite as orgiastic as the first.

And, for the next three years, each time he'd come to visit his grandparents, he had gotten together with them and fucked them both.

For three days and nights after that first encounter, Kenny, Marsha and Lois were contented. Kenny fucked both of them each night, and usually had a quickie with each during the day. Between sessions in the pack, he did a lot of minor repairs around the cottage, which endeared him to Marsha.

"You're quite a handy man," she observed after he repaired a gutter.

"He's pretty good with his hands, too," Lois quipped.

"Be careful," Marsha hissed, pointing to Becky who was sprawled on a lawn chair.

Becky was a smaller edition of her older sister and her mother. If women were classified like cars, Marsha would have been a luxury model, Lois a standard and Becky a compact. She was attired in two thin strips of cloth that barely concealed her tits and hid nothing but the crack of her ass and her cars.

She didn't seem surprised to find Kenny in the kitchen the first morning he'd been there. She had introduced herself and asked him if he liked waffles.

"I guess so," he'd answered. "Why?"

"They're my favorite," she'd explained. "But, Momma says they take too much trouble to make, so she won't do them except for special occasions or when we have company. So, I was thinking…"

"I'll bet I can guess," Kenny had interrupted. "You'd like it if I told your mom that I loved waffles, then she'd fix them."

"Yeah," Becky had agreed.

"Okay, squirt," Kenny said. "Waffles this morning it is." Then he'd grinned at her. "Do you know where the stuff is?" Becky had shown him and Kenny had winked at her. "Let's surprise your mom by fixing breakfast for her. Okay? Then she won't know if you get an extra waffle or two."

The look Becky had given him had been full of admiration. Kenny had gotten the idea that he could've seduced her right then, if he'd just made a move to. But, Lois and Marsha had given him such good sex the night before that he hadn't had any desire for more at that moment.

They had been keeping up a pretext that he was sleeping on the couch in the living room, and Lois had been sneaking out of her room to join him and Marsha across the hall. The first night they had had to muffle their cries of passion, but then Marsha had started adding a mild sleeping pill to Becky's chocolate milk each night and they'd been as free as they'd wanted with their cries. It was a good thing there were no nearby neighbors or they would have had complaints about the noise in the wee hours of the morning when he brought one or the other of them to a climax. Both Lois and Marsha were very vocal unless, of course, they had his cock in their mouths.

The first morning Becky had come into the kitchen, she'd been wearing a sunsuit that had covered her adequately. Since then, she would come down in her bikini pajamas, or her shorty gown. They also revealed that she was a sexy little number.

Lois looked at her sister and back at her mother. "Mom, Becky's not stupid, she knows what's going on. There's no reason not to be natural around her."

"What makes you think Becky'd be interested?" Marsha asked, glancing at her daughter.

"I know she would," Lois replied. "She's been asking me for over a year what it's like to get fucked."

"And what makes her think you might know?" Marsha demanded.

"Mom, she knows I fuck," Lois answered. "She knows that I'm like you, that I like sex with men and women both. The only thing she doesn't know is whether she likes sex with men."

"How does she know…" Suddenly, the full implication of what Lois had said struck Marsha. "You're not trying to tell me that Becky knows she likes sex with women?" Lois stared at her mother defiantly. "Yes, I'm telling you that. And, I'll tell you how Becky knows. She and I've been doing each other for over a year."

"Lois! How could you?"

"Easily," the teenager answered. "She woke up one night and saw you and me getting it on. That afternoon, when you were out, she asked me about it and what it was like and she kept on asking me what it was like to do it and have it done. Finally, to keep her from bugging me, I told her the only way she could find out was to try it. She just stripped off and said she wanted to. I mean, what the hell, Mom, she's a sexy girl. She was a sexy girl a year ago. I was horny and she was willin so we did it. She's been doing it with me three or four times a week since then."

Marsha took a couple of steps backward and collapsed into a chair. "Oh, my God," she moaned.

"Don't get bent out of shape, Mom," Lois advised. "Having sex regularly hasn't done anything to mess me up, it's not doing anything to mess Becky up."

"If she keeps on having a one-sided sex life, it might mess her up," Kenny commented. "But, she's your daughter, I think she could handle as full a sex life as Lois has without any trouble." Marsha shook her head in disbelief. "I… I have to think about this."

"What's to think about?" Lois demanded. "Becky's old enough. I mean, if I was old enough, she is. And, she knows more about sex now than I did when I got my cherry popped."

"Do… do you think she knows about Kenny and us?" Marsha whispered.

"Of course, she knows, Mom," Lois answered.

"She even knows you're putting stuff in her milk. She drinks it anyway, but she knows there had to be a reason why she's suddenly sleeping so sound every night."

"My God," Marsha moaned.

"Hey, Mom," Lois said, stepping over and resting her hand on her mother's shoulder. "Don't take it so hard. Becky's a good kid. She's not going to turn into a slut if she gets laid, not any more than I did. She'd let you decide who she should fuck, unless she really got involved with some guy, and you know she wouldn't get that involved with anybody you didn't like."

"I… I don't know," Marsha acknowledged. "I guess you're right though."

"Does that mean she can join us tonight?" Kenny asked.

"Why wait until tonight?" Lois said. "Why don't we all three get it on now?"

"I… I guess Becky can get laid if she wants to," Marsha conceded.

"Great!" Lois exclaimed. "I'll go ask her if she wants to join us." She started toward the other end of the porch. Before, she'd taken two steps, Kenny grabbed her wrist. "Hold it. If I'm going to take Becky's cherry, she might not want anybody else involved at first, not until she knows what's going on."

"Yeah," Lois agreed. "Well, do you want me to tell her that Mom says it's okay if she balls you?"

"That I won't mind at all," Kenny said.

Lois went out to the porch. A moment later, Becky looked up and stared at Kenny and her mother. Slowly, she rose to her feet and approached them. "Mom, is it really okay if I fuck Kenny?" she asked.

For a moment, Kenny thought Marsha was going to change her mind. Then, Marsha nodded. "If you think you're ready to start having sex with a man, and if Kenny is the man you want to have sex with, I'm not going to tell you you can't."

"Oh, Mom!" Becky squealed, throwing her arms around Marsha and kissing her full on the mouth. Then she pulled away from her and straightened up. "Come on, Kenny," she implored. "Take me inside and teach me how to fuck."

"Let's go," Kenny replied, taking her by the hand. They smiled at each other as they walked into the house.

Once they were in the house, Kenny dropped behind Becky as they went across the living room and down the short hall. Her trim ass wiggled deliciously as she walked. He couldn't resist reaching out and running his hand over her ass as they reached the door to the bedroom. "I'd rather watch you walk than your sister or mother," he told the girl, squeezing the right cheek of her ass. Becky turned. Her arms went around his neck and her legs encircled his waist. She met his lips with hers, and her tongue shot into his mouth as he cupped her trim ass and fondled it while carrying her into Marsha's room.