John Kellerman - The family threesome

As she went up the stain to the main floor, she felt wonderfully wicked. What a naughty thing she'd done. And right in the middle of a stuffy old library.

An attendant at the desk eyed her with obvious lust as she passed through the turnstile. She smiled at him and slinked down the hall and out of the building. She felt the relief that only good sex could bring her. But before she went home, she began to tense up again. Could she want more already? Yes, she did! It was unbelievable, but she could almost feel another cock forcing its way into her body. She wanted to spread her legs and get fucked again. Right that moment! It was kinda scary.

"What's happening to me?" she said aloud as she turned up the walk to her house. "Am I sick or something?"

Sheri stopped just inside the front door. Roger! What was he doing standing there with Mona. He had his arm around her. They were smiling at her. She frowned, tilted her blonde head.

"Roger? Mona?" Mona came forward and hugged Sheri to her.

"Sheri, I have some wonderful news. It all happened so quickly, I'm not sure it's real. But… well…"

"What is it, mother?"

"I guess I'd better start by telling you who Roger really is." She bit her lip, then went on. "I made him promise he wouldn't tell you himself. But I've been a fool. Sheri darling, Roger is your father. Your real father."

Mona looked at Sheri. Sheri felt her knees give. She stared at the tall, blue-jeaned man with hair the same color as her own. He shook his head and frowned, signaling her not to blab what had happened.

"God," she mumbled, "my dad?"

"Yes," Mona gushed, "and we're going to try living together again. We're going to remarry." Mona held Sheri back from her and smiled. "You'll have a father. Won't that be wonderful?"

"Yeah. Sure." Sheri felt like someone had struck her between the eyes. Out of Mona's sight, Roger was still motioning her to keep still. She gave him a brief nod. She was too much in shock to start pouring out the succulent details of their little romp in the woods. Now she could understand why Roger had acted so strangely. She blushed remembering the blatant way she'd thrown herself at him. He'd resisted, but she'd finally broken him down. She'd used her coltish body, her youth, her sexuality. She'd made the temptation too good for him to resist. Even though he washer very own father! She slumped against her mother. The guilt was there. Fucking her dad was pretty heavy. When it came to good old-fashioned sin, it sure beat hell out of making it with Uncle Rob. But as soon as the first shock had passed through her consciousness, Sheri was surprised and a little upset to find her emotions about her father still very much intact. He was a beautiful man. Mature, good-looking. Suddenly she was getting excited. She was thinking about the size of his cock?

"I better go upstairs," she blurted. "I'm very happy for both of you."

"She'll be okay," she heard her mother say.

Sheri closed her bedroom door and sat on the bed.

"Damn it," she hissed, "he's mine! He's my daddy! Mona can't have him. She just can't."

That evening after supper Mona was feeling better than she had in years. She and Roger sat in the front room talking about ol times and about some of the things that had happened to them since they'd separated.

Mona closed the door quietly behind her. The room was dark except for a sliver of light under the bathroom door. She could see a shape in her bed. The shape moved. She tried to think of something appropriate to say but nothing seemed quite right. So instead of talking, she moved to the foot of the bed where Robby could see her. Then slowly, she undressed.

If it hadn't been for the wine, she would've been shy to say anything. As it happened, she was somewhat amused by how everything had turned out. Still, there was something in the back of her mind that told her she was heading into unexplored territory. How was she supposed to behave? How was she supposed to divide herself between two men?

Robby broke the silence. "Mona?"

"Yes, Robby?"

"I'm kinda scared."

"Me too. But I'm excited too." She was naked now and she got in bed with Robby and began to kiss his chest and touch his hard, slender cock with both hands. He lay on his back, legs spread slightly, letting her do what she wanted. She smiled at him. "It's like everything we used to do as kids had finally come to this…"

"This reminds me of old times," he said. "You were always the one who started the ball rolling."

"Like this?" Mona breathed, kissing his belly and then letting her wet tongue drag down the length of his hard cock. Robby moaned and worked his hips.

"God… Yeah!"

Mona heard Roger coming down the hall. But instead of getting embarrassed or letting her emotions become too mixed, she went on with what she was doing. She straddled her younger brother and held his cock up at the right angle to hr pussy. She could feel the heat of the head touching her outer lips.

Roger stepped into the room. She heard him stripping off his clothes. He was watching her, she knew it. And while he watched, she guided Robby's cock into her dark, slippery hollow. Her petals closed around the shaft as the bulging knob slid into her with a soft, sucky sound. Without a word, Roger had climbed onto the bed. He was touching Mona's back and thighs. She felt his lips on the nape of her neck. Hot thrills burned up and down her belly. Her big breasts felt swollen at the nipples. She pressed their softness down against her brother's chest as Roger kept kissing and touching her.

The next thing she knew Roger was straddling her breasts, his big balls dragging over the nipples. She sighed, knowing what he meant to do. He was going to push his cock in her mouth again, even though it had lost its hardness. The sloppy sound for her pussy being eaten started taking its effect on her mood.

She pushed her hands between Robby's legs and fondled his balls. Both his cock was still only half hard. Again she sucked it between her teeth and drove her tongue back and forth along its underside. The meat grew firmer, warmer. The head expanded as trapped blood filled it out.

"Ohhh my God! I've never felt anything like this in my life! Oh Jesus Christ… it's wonderful! It's fantastic. Oh Roger… Ohhh Robby! Ohhh fuck, fuck!"

The two men moved their bodies, pressing her tightly between their muscled heat. She was being speared with steady, rhythmic thrusts. Speared through both holes.

"Ghaaaa!" she moaned as Roger moved the three of them so she was over Robby again.

Fucking wildly now, Robby got his face down to one of her tits. As he sucked the rigid nipple between his teeth and began to tongue it. Mona parted her legs and held them out stiffly, her toes pointed. Roger rammed all the way into her guts. She could feel his abdomen warm against her ass cheeks as he lunged to get the last inch into her. And Robby was fucking to the hilt. The butter seeped from her pussy as they wiggled and jerked on the bed.

Mona had never climaxed so quickly in her life. It hit her like a leather whip. She threw her head up and screamed, every muscle shuddering with the jolting thrills. Her asshole tightened down around the base of Roger's big cock and he grunted with pleasure as he delved into the feverish secrets of her guts.

She bucked as the spasms became intense. The itchy heaven between her thighs exploded as the steady friction of Roger's prick in her ass made it get better and better and better.

Mona realized that a cock was a wonderful thing for a woman to have in her mouth. And Roger's tongue was lovely inside her pussy too! Could they – all three – go on living in the same house without jealousy? She remembered her daughter Sheri for a brief moment.

"Ohhh suck me harder, darling," she whimpered. Then Robby pushed his slender cock into her mouth again and she couldn't talk. She was in a kind of daze when the two men positioned themselves on their knees before her.