Grace Wilkinson - The family reunion book II

He was just hoping that he could coast on in without further incidents until Sunday when they would all be gone.

The big house was quiet when he entered the kitchen. He was sweating from the effort of moving tables and chairs about in the bar, and cold can of Bud tasted just right to him. He stood in the bright sunny kitchen, gulping down the cold liquid. For the first time in several days, he was beginning to feel in control of himself. It felt good to be wearing his old overalls again, and he realized that he was really most comfortable wearing work clothes. He decided that he wouldn't wear anything else for the duration of his families stay, no matter what Carrie said. She could dress however she wanted, but he was going to stick with his plain old clothes. The frosty can made his hand cool, and John looked down at it. It was a strong, working man's hand… a good hand, he thought.

In this calm frame of mind, John decided to pay his wife a visit. He was sorry that he hadn't been more friendly to her earlier in the day and wanted to apologize.

He walked down the hall and turned right in the direction of the new wing he had had built especially for Carrie. Before he got there he heard the noises. But he told himself that he had to be imagining it. It didn't seem possible that such sounds would be coming from Carrie's sitting room!

"Oooh honey… honey… oh Jamie!"

When John heard his son's name, he knew instantly that he was not imagining things… and he knew just what was going on in there.

He cautiously opened the door just a few inches and peered in. The shades had been pulled and the room was dimly lit. "Thought to pull the shades, but not to lock the door!" John muttered to himself, casting his eyes about the sitting room. There was no one there.

"Oooooooooooooooooh!!"

The familiar sound of his wife's voice was coming from the bedroom, and John gravitated toward it. He didn't know what he was going to do once he got there… but by God, he knew he was going to do something!

"Nnnnnnnnngh!" Carrie grunted and ground her hotly flaring pussy upward to meet her son's madly plunging cock… letting it strike wondrously against the spongy surface of her cervix, high, high inside her tight, hungrily milking pussy. The swollen pulsating head filled her streaming cunt creating wet rhythmic sluicing sounds that filled the whole room. Above them their mirror image echoed their passion, showing in minute detail each incestuous caress.

"Oh kiss me, darling… kiss me! Oh, my own baby boy… my own little love… I love you, mommy loves you so much!"

John had a good view of his grown son's thrusting buttocks… his heavy balls hung down and swung into Carrie's widespread crotch with each powerful blow. He could also see Carrie's tight pink cunt clasping hard around Jamie's cock. With each blow it would sink in with smooth resistance, making him grunt loudly.

"Momma momma!" he cried out… "Oh God momma your sweet cunt… oh God!"

John thought at first that he would kill him… kill his own son! How could he tolerate what was going on? IT WAS HORRIBLE! And the idea that his wife would betray him to such an extent was even more than he could bear. He stood watching, transfixed by the lewd sight before him, frozen by his mixed emotions… every muscle in his body tensed with anguish. The couple on the bed continued their wild gyrations, completely oblivious to anything else in the luxurious room but themselves. The silk coverlet of the round bed was crushed and stained beyond repair, and there were various articles of apparel strewn around the room on the thick white rug.

Jamie kneeled up, holding his mother's long beautiful legs out straight as though he were handling a wheelbarrow. His thick cock plunged in to the hilt, and thudded against the farthest end of her open, voraciously willing pussy.

"OH don't you see honey… this is what I want what I need… we both need it! Uuuuuuuubnngh!" Carrie's eyes rolled back up into her head as she was transported to the heights of ecstasy by her son's pounding rock-hard young cock. Her legs trembled from being held in such an unnatural position, but the hair-fringed center down between her thighs was receiving so much pleasure that it didn't natter. Nothing mattered but getting more and more of her son's thick cock inside her wantonly contracting pussy!

Jamie turned his mother over, so that she was on her side. He felt the wonderful large swellings of her breasts, full and taut, smashed against his chest. Her mouth was on his, her hair in his eyes. Her entire body was a part of him… an extension the scent of her… the soft feel of her… the highly aroused, almost unbelievably divine cunt that sucked like a starving mouth upon his prick!

"Christ," he thought… "she's right… This has been what I've been waiting all this time for!"

"Oh yes, Jamie… she said into his mouth… give in to it… give in… love it… feel it… it's good!"

Jamie lifted his mother's leg over his hip so that she was straddling his loins from above, and skewered his pusling rod high up inside her moistly working vaginal slit. He was reminded of her voice when she would try to get him to eat something when he was a boy… it was much the same, really… only this time he was enjoying doing as he was told, enjoying turning his mother into a whimpering mass of passion!

"Oh momma!"

John was moving toward them, the same odd expression on his face. There was only one thing for him to do… only one thing that would let him save face… that would make the situation tolerable. He couldn't blame Carrie… not when he himself had broken his promise to her!

His heavy thick veined cock stuck out through the unbuttoned opening of his work-pants, and he moved forward as though he were walking underwater, slow enough so that he might be discovered and stopped, if only either his wife or his son would notice him.

But neither one opened an eye, and in a few moments John was contemplating his wife's long hollowing back and silken buttocks as they twisted and turned with each long upward lunge of his son, Jamie's cock. The whitely quivering buttocks were parted and the long nether crack between her pale cheeks widened and narrowed according to the tensing and untensing of her desperately straining thighs. John could catch glimpses of the wetly glistening cock of his young son as it entered the pink fluted lips of Carrie's cunt. Above, the tight, puckered little ring of her naked anus appeared and disappeared like a tiny brown rose bud.

He went straight for it.

"Aaaaaaaaargh!" Carrie was forceably flattened down against her son's chest… even closer than she had been before. All along her back she could feel the rough material of her husband's overalls, scraping harshly against her skin. But most urgently, she felt as though something like a telephone pole had been shoved into her rectum. There was no preparation, nothing to warn her that anything like this was about to happen, and although in her youth Carrie had experimented with this form of lovemaking, it had been a long time and the pain in her rear-end was atrocious, not to mention the shock of being entered there so brutally while in the midst of making love with her son!

"What the???" Jamie looked up at his mother's scream and saw over her shoulder the intensely scowling features of his father. His blood ran cold as he felt his father's hands reaching across and around his mother's trembling body to grasp him by the arms.

"You keep fucking! You want to fuck your mother… well go on but don't think you're gonna keep your old man out completely!"

"But Dad… I… Dad!" John's fingers dug into his son's flesh and he held him with his strong iron-like grip, pulling him in toward the woman they both loved. His giant cock was receiving a tight, futilely resisting squeezing from Carrie's rectal muscles, and now as he pulled against his son, he could feel through the thin partition between his wife's rectum and vagina, the surging, throbbing mass of young Jamie's cock.