Harry Stevens: The family_s hot relations

"God, Mom, you're beautiful," Bud observed as the moonlight reflected on his mother's sticky loins. "How did I ever think I could stay away from fucking you?"

"Just don't ever try it again," Jane warned, only half-joking.

"Don't worry, Mom, I've learned my lesson," Bud said, completely serious. "Anytime you want it, I'll fuck you."

Jane rolled over, spreading her legs and rubbing her slimy crotch. "Don't tempt me. I just might put you to work again. After all, you still haven't fucked my pussy tonight."

Bud took his mother at her word. Or, at any rate, his cock did. Although his cock had apparently been fucked beyond endurance, Bud's prick showed new life as it was stirred by a new rush of blood.

However, before Bud could go any farther, their privacy was jarringly interrupted. The back door to the house opened and closed.

"Hey, what the hell's going on out here?" somebody called, his figure silhouetted on the back porch while he tried to focus his eyes to the outside darkness.

Jane and Bud had just enough time to scurry for cover before they were spotted. They huddled behind some shrubbery, holding their breaths while the intruder scanned the yard.

"There's a party going on here, for Christ's sake, whoever you are," he boozily called. "If you people were invited, then stop acting like a couple of horny kids and get back inside and join the fun with the rest of us. If you weren't invited, then get lost and find your own damn party."

"It's Uncle Ken," Bud whispered to his mother. "Yeah, it's my dumb, loud-mouthed brother, all right," Jane muttered. "Bombed out of his gourd."

"Aw, to hell with it," Ken slurred. "I just came out here to take a piss anyway, not be a fucking cop."

He took out his dick and lofted a stream that caught the moonlight until it lost its force.

When Ken went back inside, Jane and Bud decided they'd better do the same after their close call. They quickly dressed, then split up to go inside through separate doors to throw off suspicion. For now, their private party was over.

The idea for the party had come to Jane Hawthorne when she had received her final divorce papers.

"Well, kiddo, this is it," she'd said to herself. "You're single again. Mrs. Lenny Hawthorne no longer exists."

Jane thought she ought to celebrate. A couple of drinks later, and she had decided to throw a divorce party. She invited all her friends and relatives, laying in plenty of food and booze for a Friday night blowout, Jane was determined to have a good time no matter what.

She told herself she certainly deserved a good time. It had been rough since she and her husband had split up. After she'd kicked Lenny out, she'd been so lonely. The loneliness was why she had turned to Bud for comfort. Her son was everything his father wasn't. Kind, considerate, caring. One thing had led to another. One night during a fit of depression, Jane had turned to Bud once too often, and before mother and son knew what was happening, they were naked in bed, fucking.

After the first time, Jane had not been able to get enough of her handsome son's big cock. She took it in her cunt, mouth and ass with equal enthusiasm. The feel of Bud's hot cum inside her made life worth living.

Then Bud had drawn the line.

"I can't fuck you anymore, Mom," he'd said. "I've made up my mind. It's wrong."

And after that, nothing Jane had been able to do had lured her son back between her spread legs. Until tonight. Until the party.

Now, after having fucked in the backyard, Jane and Bud had returned to the house, carefully avoiding each other so the rest of the guests wouldn't suspect anything. Resuming her drinking, Jane circulated among the noisy crowd, making sure everyone was having a good time.

"How're you doing, Christy?" Jane asked her daughter, a tall, thin, sensitive teenager who had always had trouble overcoming her shyness.

"I'm fine, Mom," Christy answered with a look of concern on her fine-featured face.

"No, I can tell something's wrong," Jane said.

"Well, yes," Christy admitted.

"What is it? If some jerk's giving you a hard time, I'll throw the bastard out on his ass."

"It's you, Mom," Christy said quietly. "You're drinking so much. I wish you'd slow down. You know how you get…"

"I can take care of myself," Jane cut her daughter off and angrily walked away, purposely draining her latest drink.

Jane ran right into her brother. It was immediately clear that Ken was feeling no pain.

"Could I talk to you, Sis?" he slurred, roughly grabbing Jane's arm. "'S important."

"Could it wait, Ken?" Jane replied. "I'd like to make sure everybody's enjoying themselves."

"Now!" Ken insisted, jerking his sister's arm. "It can't wait."

"Well, okay, what is it?" Jane sighed.

"Gotta have some privacy," Ken said. "Let's go into the bedroom."

When he started wrestling her across the room, Jane guessed she'd better humor her brother. They went into the bedroom. Ken closed the door, but left the light out.

"Okay, Ken, what's going on?" Jane impatiently asked.

Ken took a deep breath in the darkness. "I saw you," he rasped.

"What?"

"In the backyard. When I was out there on the porch taking a leak," Ken said in a rush. "Pretended I didn't see anything, but I did. Saw you, Sis. You were bare-ass, gettin' it on."

Jane's heart seemed to stop.

"So what if you did see me?" she challenged her brother. "What're you going to do about it? I'm over twenty-one and this is my property. I can fuck who I want in my own backyard."

"Not your own son, Sis," Ken hissed. "That's against the law, anytime, anyplace."

Jane was seized by an impulse to throw herself in a rage at her brother, and just keep hitting and scratching him until he begged for mercy. She controlled herself, though, with a dose of realism. Ken was much stronger than her, and noted for a mean streak. Attacking him would only make things worse.

"All right, Ken," Jane muttered. "What do you want from me?"

"You, Sis," Ken chuckled. "I want you."

"What? What are you saying?"

"Simple, Sis. That action you were laying on Bud? Well, there's no reason why you can't treat me to some of the same."

"You must be crazy!" Jane spat.

"Crazy?" Ken laughed. "Where do you get that? You fucked Bud and he's your own son. I'm your brother. What's the difference if you get it on with me, too?"

"And if I don't?"

"Your ass is grass after I finish telling the cops what I know," Ken threatened. "The only action you'll be getting for the next five or so years will be from all those bull dykes in the women's slammer. It's up to you, Sis."

"Okay… you win," Jane reacted to the chilling image Ken had presented. "I'll do it to you."

"Do what, Sis?" Ken rumbled. "I wanna hear you say it."

"I-I'll suck you… you," Jane stammered in defeat. "Anything you want from me."

"Good girl," Ken responded. "Now get on your knees. Take my cock out of my pants and go down on me."

Steeling her will, Jane slumped before her brother and unzipped, his fly. Ken's prick was awaiting for her in semi-stiffness. She pulled his cock out, brushing it with her quivering lips. Then, with the same feeling she would have had if she were jumping into ice-cold water, Jane took her brother's cock in her mouth.

"I been drinkin' heavy," Ken called down to her as the blow-job began, "and you know how that affects a man. So it'll be up to you to get my dick all the way in."

Jane made a decision as she tasted her brother's salty prick. She would give Ken the best blow-job she knew how. Jane's reasoning had to do with her brother's drinking. If she could make Ken come in her mouth good and hard, then he'd probably be too tired after shooting his wad to do anything else and the nightmare would be over.