Unknown - His incestuous wife

Virginia was at a sensual high, her fingers massaging thrill after thrill from her cunt. She was close to coming, the drool dripping, from the corner other mouth.

She looked at the pictures on the bed beside her again and increased the action of her hand. She had two ringers deep inside her cunt while her thumb strummed heavily on her cut. She imagined the frail-looking youth was squirting his hot jizz down her throat and started to come. She had always come easily, even many times when Harvey came after,just a couple of jabs, but this one was exquisite, shattering better than anything she had ever had before. And while she was at the height of her come, she saw the picture of the big dog and imagined that it was her hand pulling on the wet, slimy tool.

Virginia lay exhausted for a long while, the ride down from her sexual high a slow, gentle, very rewarding one. She finally got up when the urge to pee grew so strong she could no longer hold out. Her release over the potty was almost like another come. God, she thought, a good piss was almost sexual, and it really was. She went back to her room and hid the pictures under her panties in the dresser.

She wanted her husband to fuck her when he came home, but it was his bowling night, and lie left the house right after supper without so much as a kiss on her cheek. She felt only bitterness at her plight; after all, did she deserve such treatment? She had been a good wife and mother. Their only child, Ruthie, was nineteen and away for her first year in college, leaving her with nothing but an uncaring, self-gratifying husband. Why hadn't Harvey given her a son, too? She had wanted a son so badly. Why was she so left out? Site filled a glass half full of vodka.

Her brain felt numb when she finally staggered up to her bedroom. She had stripped down to her panties and bra when she glanced out the window and saw a light in the house next door. It was from Chuck Morrison's roam, it had to be, his parents' room was on the other side. Without thought, she staggered from the room, down the stairs, and out the front door. The Morrison house was a rambling, ranch type, and she could look directly into the window without so much as standing on her toes.

She realized that she was standing in plain sight between the two houses, clad only in her underwear, but she quickly forgot it when she looked into the window. She gasped. Chuck Morrison sat on his bed, his pants open, and he had his cock in his hand. A soft moan escaped her lips as she watched the boy's prick grow. Automatically her hand slid down inside her panties.

Chuck had leaned back on his bed, his hand moving slowly up and down on his hard cock, when the door to his room flew open. Virginia pulled back, but not so much that she couldn't see. Chuck's mother, Clara, stood in the door; she wore only a pair of sheer panties, her black beaver plainly showing through. Her tits were large and hung down.

The window was open, and Virginia heard Clara say, "Now stop that, Charles. You know it isn't good for you."

"Aw, Mom," Chuck answered.

"If it had been your father who had walked in here instead of me, you'd get a tanning, and you know it."

She stared directly at the window and Virginia froze.

"Don't you have enough sense to close your drapes, especially if you're going to play with yourself'? Now get up and close them," she said.

Chuck grumbled and got to his feet. With his prick still hanging from his pants, he came to the window and pulled the drapes shut. Virginia got a good close look at his cock, even if it had gone soft.

"Now, you get ready for bed," Clara said, "I have to go because your father is waiting for me."

Virginia stood in the darkness, her hand still inside her panties, staring at the closed drapes. "No, no, no," she moaned, "I wanted to watch him jack off."

In a daze, Virginia wandered around the house, the damp gram sending chills through her bare feet and up her lop. She really didn't know what she was doing, yet stopped when she got to the master-bedroom window. The drapes stood wide open and she could see Jack Morrison sitting on the bed in his shorts. Clara came into the room still clad in her panties.

Clara was four yearn younger than Virginia, but she had turned to fat, and she wasn't pretty like Virginia. Her lips were fat, her ass was big and flabby, she had a roll around her middle, and her tits hung halfway to her belly. Jack looked younger than she, and was still trim. He was a salesman and was gone a lot.

I'm going to bed," Clara said, rolling her pantyhose down her legs. She stood in front of her husband. "Like me?" she asked.

"Yeah," Jack answered, "sure, baby. But you'll have to get it up for me. I'm pooped. It was a rough day."

Jack got to his feet and pushed down his shorts. His cock was all shriveled up, almost hidden by the mass of hair. Clara went over to him and kneeled down. She stretched his prick out of the hair, bent forward, and took it in her mouth.

Virginia looked again, her nose almost pressed against the window. She watched Clara suck Jack's cock, heard the slurping sounds, felt the heat building in her cunt. When Clam backed off, Jack's cock was hard and glistened with Clara's spit. Virginia noticed with satisfaction that it was much smaller than Harvey's. Harvey's prick was that big when it was soft.

"Suck it all the way, honey," Jack said. "I feel like making it in your mouth tonight."

"No, Jack," Clara whined, "I want you to fuck me, and if you come in my mouth, you won't. I need a fuck, Jack, it's been over a week."

In spite of her arousal, Virginia blushed. She had no idea that Clara talked like that. She could hear Jack grumbling, but he let her get on the bed and quickly moved on top of her. She had never seen anyone fuck before, and it made her very excited. Her panties went to the pound and she masturbated while Clara and Jack fucked.

"Oh, Jack, Jack, it feels so good!" Clara cried, bucking wildly. "Fuck me good, honey! Make me come! Make me come!"

Virginia came first and slumped to the damp earth. She was back in her bedroom, not sure how she bad even gotten there, before she realized the terrible chance she had taken. She wasn't a peeping Tom, and yet she had gone to the neighbors' windows practically naked and stood in full view of the street. In fact, she had come back home naked because her panties were still lying on the pound outside Clam's bedroom window. She felt sick and ashamed and went down to the, kitchen for a drink.

When Harvey came home, it was after midnight and he was dead drunk. He stumbled and cursed in the darkness and finally crawled into bed with Virginia. He was naked, yet didn't even realize that Virginia was, too. He was snoring within seconds.

Virginia let her hand slide over his hugs, hairy belly. She was accustomed to him naked beside her because he always slept in the raw. Pajamas always twisted around his body when he turned in his sleep and he tore them apart, so he wore none, he never had. She felt of his big arms, his hairy barrel chest, and then let her band slide down over his belly again. She gripped his prick in her hand; it felt massive and hot, even though it was completely soft. She realized that he reeked of sex and it made her feel excited to know he had been out fucking another woman.

She cupped his balls. They were big, just like the rest of him, only they were cool. She wondered why a man's nuts always felt cool. Her hand went back to his cock. Keeping one hand on his cock, she pushed the coven back and crouched beside his sleeping form. Bringing her face close, she lifted the limp rod and put her mouth over the end. It tasted very strong when she pushed back the thick foreskin with her lips. She had never had a cock in her mouth and wondered if they all tasted like this or if she was tasting the mint had bad been inside.