Unknown - His incestuous wife

As Virginia watched, Clara dropped to her knees in front of her son and pushed the foreskin all the way back. She looked up at the grinning boy.

"Should I? Do you want me to?" she asked coyly.

"Sure, Mom. You know I like it best that way." He hunched to her face, his cock going into her open mouth, his hands on his hips. His prick was buried in her mouth.

Virginia couldn't believe her eyes. What Clara Morrison was doing to her own son was unthinkable! It was incest, perverted incest-and it was exciting, terribly exciting. A horrible thought struck her. She'd always wanted a son. Could this be why? She was certain it wasn't.

She looked down at her moving hands. It was almost as if they belonged to someone else as they pushed her panties down. The air escaped from her lungs when her fingers came back up and found her slit. They dug deep, two fingers going into her cunt while the palm of her hand rubbed abrasively.

"Virgie, Virgie, do you realize what you're doing?" she muttered, staring down at the hand between her legs. She realized, and came quickly. "Oh, God, that was good," she sighed, and continued playing with her cunt, though with less urgency.

She looked up again and stared at the mother and son in the next yard, her fingers sending deep, chilling thrills as they worked slowly back and forth between the lips of her cunt.

Chuck stood rigid, his legs bent slightly at the knees, his arms dangling loosely at his hips. Clara sucked feverishly on his distended dong.

"Suck, Mom! Suck my cock!" Chuck gasped loudly. "I'm getting close. I'm going to come. Take me all the way!"

Clara nodded her head and continued to draw on his cock. His legs wobbled, his fingers drew into claws, and a low moan oozed from his lips. Virginia knew he was coming, coming inside his own mother's mouth, and she was swallowing it. She felt weak and leaned heavily against the fence, careful not to lose her peep hole.

Clara drained the boy before releasing his cock from her mouth. She held his shriveling dick tenderly in her hand and looked up into his face.

"There, wasn't that nicer than doing nasty things with the nasty little girls at your school?" she said.

"Yeah, Mom," Chuck said, sounding less than convinced. "But it could be a lot better. If… if I can get it up again, will you let me fuck you?"

"Of course not, Charles, and don't be ugly. How many times have I told you not to use that word in front of your mother?" Clara snapped, and got to her feet.

"You can fuck me, Chuck, you can fuck me," Virginia murmured softly. She drew in her lower lip and bit down hard. The blood tasted salty in her mouth. Sill, she knew if Chuck was here beside her, he could do anything he wanted.

"But Mom, I've never done it, and I need to do it," Chuck whined.

"Don't be so typically male, Charles," Clara Morrison told her son. "Now put it back in your pants. You should be perfectly happy with what I do for you.

"Okay, Mom," Chuck answered sullenly. He stuffed his prick away and zipped up his pants.

Virginia slumped to the pound, the excitement of what she had just seen still pounding at her temples. All of a sudden, watching didn't seem to be enough, and it frightened her. She sat on the damp pound for almost half an hour before rising and putting on her underwear.

Harvey was none the wiser, still sprawled on the couch sawing logs. She looked at the slob for several minutes before going up to the bedroom, where she decided a hot bath would wash away some of the sin and guilt nagging at her brain.

The bath soothed her body, and the heady, drowsy feeling seemed to calm her fears. So she had watched through the fence, so she had pushed her pants down and jacked off… so fucking what? it was Clara Morrison who had sucked off her kid. She felt up her pussy under the hot soapy water, and it felt good. Her cunt opened generously to the touch of her fingers and she was again immersed in lust.

Downstairs, something roused her sleeping husband He sat bolt upright and rubbed at his bulging crotch. His cock was rock-hard; a half-finished dream had left him horny.

"Where the hell is Virginia?" he muttered, looking around the room "She's never close by when I need her, and Jesus Christ, do I ever need her now!"

Harvey forced his bulk from the couch and stumbled up the three. short stairs to the bedroom. Virginia was sitting at her dressing table brushing her nut-brown hair. She was stark naked, her skin damp and glistening.

"I need you, woman," Harvey croaked.

Virginia turned her head and looked at her husband. He had his pants open and his throbbing cock in his hand.

"That's a new twist, wouldn't you say?" she retorted.

"God dammit, Virgie, don't be sarcastic. I hate a fucking sarcastic woman."

"Okay, then,, just what is it that you need me for, Harvey?" she asked.

She stood and faced him, her legs spread apart, her skin pink and alive, and her luxurious cunt hair still damp from the bath. Her round, soft tits swung freely as she swayed back and forth.

"Goddamn, woman, you're magnificent," he snorted, and started peeling off his clothing.

Virginia took a cigarette from the pack on her dressing table and lit it. She sat on the edge of the bed and puffed angrily, the blue haze stinging her eyes. What did she need him for now? she asked herself. Yet she knew she needed something; maybe it was Harvey's immense cock, maybe it wasn't. In spite of falling once. Harvey finally managed to get his clothes oft He stopped over in front of his asked wife and leered. Hewn. the opposite of Virginia who was fair-skinned, light-haired and

Still quite youthful-looking. Harvey was swarthy, badly overweight, and covered with black hair, except on his head where he was nearly bald. He still had one thing that fascinated his wife, though his cock. When hard, his prick was a big around as her wrist, and had a curve that bent up and followed the contour of his protruding belly, a curve that would do a banana proud. If you measured along the curve, he had a solid eight-incher, more than enough to satisfy any cock-hungry woman.

Virginia bad always liked a big cocks at least back in the days when she got it often enough to tell. Now she wasn't so sure that a small, rock-hard, boy's prick wouldn't be even more stimulating. After tasting Harvey's soft peter, she was sure that the latter would be better, even though she had never sucked a hard cock before. And it was inevitable that she would. She knew that now.

"Jesus, baby, I just gotta screw you. I just gotta." he said.

Virginia blew out a cloud of thin, blue smoke and spread her legs wide apart so he could see her puffy slit. Her pussy opened, all wet and pink.

"Why me? And why tonight? You must have plenty going for you elsewhere," she said, taking the grotesque rod jutting from his belly in her band. her breathing was suddenly heavy.

"Because you're the most beautiful creature I have ever seen," he moaned.

"Why so damn seldom, then?" she said.

She jacked him off, making sure the palm of her hand rubbed firmly against the two little hillocks on the bottom side of his cock-head. He'd always liked that.

Harvey Simmas didn't know, and he asked himself now: Why? She was always ready to fuck, always cooperative, and always good-damn good. The only times he really felt satisfied, at peace with the world, was after fucking her, and still he chased other broads. Young broads, old broads, fat broads, skinny broads, even ugly broads, he chased them all. The only other woman that had ever given him any semblance of the peace of mind that Virginia had, ha been built much like Virginia, even resembled her in a way, but she had married some big dude and told him to go peddle his papers.

"Squeeze it hard, baby. Jerk it good," he moaned, closing his eyes,. hunching with the rhythm of her hand. He knew he could hold out for a long time as full of beer as he was.