Harry Stevens - The family_s hot relations

In the face of the truth, Tim admitted, "It seemed like the right thing to do. Christy wanted it so bad. And she's such a beautiful, young girl. I couldn't stop myself from fucking her."

Jane did something she had never done before. She hit her father. Slapped him so hard that the side of his face glowed with redness. "I thought I could trust my own father! Looks like the joke's on me."

Then Jane left, her sense of betrayal adding wings to her feet. Bolting from the house, she resorted to aimless walking, her pattern over the last few weeks whenever life closed in.

"What a world," Jane muttered with disgust as she prowled the streets. "You can't trust anybody – not even your own family."

She went down the list.

"Dad fucking Christy. Christy fucking her father. Christy and Bud…"

Jane interrupted herself with a sigh of self-recognition. For she had reached the point in her incestuous summary when she had to include herself as the worst offender. She had not gotten it on with every member of the family she had named, but had also fucked Ken, her own brother, in the bargain. And most significantly, she had been the one who had started it all.

It was hard for her, but Jane faced up to the facts and changed her tune.

"I'm responsible," she admitted to herself. "I was the first one and didn't stop until I had fucked them all. And never kicked when it was my legs that were spread. I've only got myself to blame."

But now that she had accepted the truth about her actions, Jane suddenly felt free from the guilt she had anticipated. Her response was quite the opposite. Having looked herself straight in the eye, she reacted as though an enormous burden had been lifted from her shoulders.

"I just did what I wanted to do," she pepped herself up, feeling a twinge in her pussy when she recalled all the fucking and sucking in which she had participated with the members of her own family.

Jane had been lingering on a street corner while she sorted things out. Now she stepped up her pace, crossing the intersection and heading in a specific direction. Heading for home.

"Why should I fight it?" she told herself, pressing on. "I am what I am. Things will work out if I just relax and let them. Dad was right. I should just take it easy, and whatever will be, will be. I've got my health, my family… my cunt."

Jane temporarily stopped walking, her hand slipping under her skirt to probe between her thighs. Her cunt was warm and moist to her touch, with her fingertips coming away from the contact sticky with fresh pussy juice.

"Yes, my cunt," Jane sighed, licking the sweetness from her fingers like a child who has just sampled a jelly jar.

She moved along once more, faster now, her wet pussy squishing as she briskly walked. A burning sense of purpose drove her on. Jane sensed that on that lonely street she had finally found herself.

For once, doubt had been driven from Jane's thinking. The key to her salvation was as close as home. Because home meant family. And to Jane, family meant even more then love. It meant sex, fucking, sucking. She needed it to survive – now and forever. She was addicted to incest.

A couple of blocks from home, Jane started running. When she reached the house, she bolted inside. She couldn't wait to get out of her clothes. Her skin prickled with desire as she stripped before a mirror, reveling in her nudity.

She spread her legs before the mirror, admiring the throbbing reflection of her wide-open pussy. Her cunt was so damp, so pink – so primed for a big cock inside it.

Jane confidently went to her son's bedroom. Bud was asleep on his back, snoring lightly. Jane yanked the covers off him and pulled the drawstring of his pajama bottoms. Bud's cock and balls came into view and his mother was panting with lust.

Jane straddled her son's exposed crotch. Easing down, she rubbed Bud's prick with the moist flesh of her drooling twat. Then his stiffened teenage cock was slipping inside her with the guidance of her fingers.

Once Jane had correctly positioned her twat, the penetration of her son's prick was swift and sure. Triumphantly atop Bud, Jane could feel every inch of his dick standing straight up in her pussy. She began grinding her hips.

When Bud woke up, his mother was fucking him.

"What the hell?" the boy sleepily gasped.

"Don't say anything, darling," Jane whispered.

"Just fuck me."

Jane reached down and squeezed her son's nuts for emphasis. Bud's cock reacted with a lurch. Jane swooned as her pussy was stabbed, wiggling her ass.

"I'm so horny I'm coming already!" she moaned. "Fuck me, Bud! Fuck me! Keep me coming!"

"God, Mom, what's got into you?" Bud gulped.

"Just your big dick in my cunt, stud," Jane called down. "That's all you need to knew."

Jane squeezed her son's upright cock from the tip to the root with her hot pussy. Bud's hips had no choice but to churn in response. Fucking back was an automatic reflex to a boy his age when things had gone this far.

"Oooooh, that's it!" Jane groaned, while her son's hard-on pumped her twat. "With you balling me like this, there's only one way I can come. Harder and harder! Maybe not forever, but I can sure as hell can try."

In the meantime, Bud had stopped asking questions. He had screwed his mother many times before, of course, but never had her pussy been so alive. Her cunt had sucked his brains to his crotch so his mind was being fucked as well as his cock.

All of a sudden, Bud Hawthorne wasn't just a teenage boy anymore. He was an animal who was crazed by a bitch in heat. Taking charge, he flipped his mother over, sprawling on top of her. Then he was driving into her, fucking her cunt with his big cock as if the only thing that would satisfy him would be to rip her apart.

"Tear me to pieces!" Jane expressed her approval of Bud's savage behavior. "The rougher the better!"

"Just fucking you is not enough for you, bitch," Bud rasped.

He jammed a couple of fingers up Jane's asshole, clawing with his nails in the tender tunnel. Above, he sank his teeth into one of his mother's tits, drawing the nipples all the way to his throat.

"Yes! Yes!" Jane cried, soaring on the wings of a new orgasm that made her previous coming seem tame.

The bed was so overworked that it legs bounced on the floor. The springs of the mattress squealed like a scalded cat. And Jane howled, as her cunt was dicked with jackhammering force, her ass was fingerfucked, and her tit was bitten. There was a racket that could not be ignored by anybody else in the house.

And, indeed, somebody else was at home.

Christy. Snuggled in bed, she was slumbering in the midst of those sweet dreams she had promised herself after fucking her grandfather. But not for long…

The noise pierced Christy's consciousness. Christy got up as the din continued. She found a weapon and left her bedroom, warily moving toward the noise, not knowing what she would really do if what she actually found was as terrible as it sounded.

Reaching her brother's room, Christy identified it as the source of the commotion. Sucking in her breath, she nudged open the door. When she did, she could pick out two thrashing figures on the squeaking bed. An all-too-familiar voice had become crystal clear.

Christy heard her mother cry, "I'm coming! Coming so hard, Bud!"

There was no longer any mystery about what was going on. Christy immediately recognized that her brother was balling her mother.

Christy adjusted her eyes to the darkness and picked out some of the details. She could see that Jane's legs were clutching Bud's waist while her pistoned his prick in her cunt. Bud's face was buried in his mother's tits, while his fingers dug into her ass.

Christy wasn't sure what she should do. While she tried to make up her mind, she lingered unseen in the doorway as her mother and brother continued to get it on.