Grace Wilkinson - A family perversion

"Do you like it when I put it into you like this?" an almost familiar voice said in a soft murmur.

"Oh, God, Kevin, it feels so different… but so good, so gooooood!"

Tom's hands froze around Natalie's smoothly gyrating asscheeks as he heard a strangely familiar pleading voice beg Kevin – his son? – to fuck her on the bed side beside him. He couldn't trust his own ears. He had thought that Kevin was out of town, that… that… but, no, of course, it was someone who sounded like Liz.

He firmly but gently pulled Natalie down from on top of him, but he didn't need to. She, too, had tensed above him in startled recognition of the two voices, then moved to his side. Natalie knew what Kevin was going to try, but she would have wagered anything against his success.

Tom wished he could see the other couple. Was she straddled on top of him as Natalie had been before, or was she sucking his cock with her clean warmly clasping mouth or letting him run his tongue teasingly between her legs? He wished Kevin would name her. In his mind's eye, because of the voice, he could picture only his wife, but his wife was Kevin's mother, and he doubted that could possibly be… Nevertheless his tortured mind drew a thousand lewd pictures of his wife in every conceivable position with… with… their own son! Had she taken off all her clothes and gotten completely naked, or had Kevin merely pulled up her dress and pulled her panties down to plunder her soft defenseless cunt with his hands and his mouth? Natalie pulled closer to him and whispered into his ear, but his confused mind made no sense from what his daughter-in-law said. He only gathered that she was taking an obscene delight in the fact that the four of them were together on the bed. The idea of being unable to protest against his son's and the woman he kept thinking was Liz's continual lewd crooning and rocking beside him sent a shudder of deep penetrating frustration down his spine. It struck him that he was not only involved in an obscene adultery but that maybe… just maybe, incest was involved!

"Oh, God, Kevin, that's nice! Stick your cock up my ass and fuck my poor devouring cunt with your fingers like that," the woman groaned beside him. It was Liz! It had to be Liz!

Christ, he was doing it! Kevin was screwing his mother up the ass! Tom's mind raged, his consciousness churning with the lewd thought of his own son fucking his lust-swollen cock into his mother's tightly clasping rectal hole. Again he sensed Natalie shift her weight, slowly undulating her thighs against his tensed hips. No! It was impossible, but he was getting excited by the idea of the four of them here on the bed together! Without realizing it, he had forgotten that it was his own wife! He had forgotten that it was his own son who was bringing cries of pain and pleasure from his mother's lust-contorted lips. It was just a wild, passion-driven woman writhing and twisting in the throes of the act of a coupling that was as old as the biblical story of Sodom and Gomorrah itself!

Finally the image of Liz returned again to his mind. He had never done anything like that to her as she had been too prudish to even suck him with her mouth or let him lick her between the legs. But there was a twist to this that struck a chord of perversity in his being that could never have been touched by anything else, the prehistoric prohibition against copulation between family members. The equally forbidden plundering of his wife's rectum by her own son sent a tingle of salacious desire through the father's groin. He felt his warmly throbbing cock ache and press against his daughter-in-law's naked side grazing next to him, small droplets of cum beginning to ooze from the tip and wetting his son's wife's warm smooth skin. It jerked when he heard Liz's cries and pleading for further and further indignities to be heaped upon her, and he suppressed a deep groan within himself when he realized that he wanted to be fucking his wife's cunt while his son fucked his prick lewdly into her tight virginal asshole.

"Oh, Christ almighty, Kevin," Liz mewled only a few inches away from him. "Oh, God, your cock feels gooooood!"

For a moment there was silence, broken only by the heavy breathing coming from the side of the bed. Then there was a rustle of the bedspread and the soft sound of a naked body twisting around on it. The wetly skewering sounds continued with the heavy coarse male breathing becoming more and more excited by the minute. Kevin was whispering things that Tom could not make out clearly but from their tone alone sounded lewd and forbidden. Tom suddenly heard his son gasp as though he were in pain, his voice breaking through the darkness like a knife, loud and clear so that Tom could not mistake their cruel sadistic meaning.

"Goddamn it. Your asshole… let me fuck it haaaaarrrdddeeerr!"

He just couldn't stand it! An obscene lustful feeling gnawed at his groin and hardened his already blood-engorged member into a boiling rod of hotly pulsating flesh that was compelled to fuck into his wife against every attempt of his will at resistance. He jerked his head up, sensing his daughter-in-law rise with him to his right. He could see nothing but his imagination ran rampant. The low dim form of Liz's asscheeks raising off the bed and the hunched figure of his son plunging into her tightly puckering behind emerged clearly in his mind. She was not fighting it, and low softly muffled mewls of building pleasure drifted across the bed from her sputtering mouth. "Oh, oh, oh!" her voice chanted rhythmically, a continuous low whine broken only by the obscene slap of Kevin's heavy, sperm-filled balls on the nakedly exposed flesh of her hungrily flexing asscheeks.

Tom sat up. Forgotten was the fact that what he was about to do went against every last bit of moral fiber he possessed. All he knew was that he had never dreamed of such depravity, and his sweet puritanical wife was at the very core of it. Her wild pleading mewls of lust were more than he could tolerate and he had to join this mad pillaging of her hotly writhing body and punish her himself! He slid over on the bed, suddenly coming into warm contact with the smooth flesh of her hip. He felt her body shudder slightly, then she turned toward him, still impaled in her rear hole by her son's fucking rod of lewd flesh. He touched her tentatively just once, then dug his hands cruelly beneath the front of her waist buried in the coverlet, but she needed no urging. She angled up and faced him on her side, her swaying tits brushing softly against his chest.

"Oh, Tom," she murmured as though waking from a deep dreamy sleep. "It's you! Oh, yes, fuck me in front while our son fucks me from behind. Put your cock in my aching pussy. I've always wanted it like this!"

Tom Rouelle pulled his wife's face to his lips, his hand wrapped in her long cascading auburn hair. Her warm wet lips opened, her fiery tongue spilling wetly into his mouth while her hands shot down to his loins and clasped his long painfully throbbing cock in a lusty vice-like grip. There was no need to jerk him into further hardness, but her hand played around the hard rubbery head of his lustswollen cock for a few seconds, then began guiding it toward her desperately seething cuntal lips.

"Oh, yes, I want you both in me at the same time," she breathed, working the hard blunt head of his heavily throbbing organ around the warm wet hole and flicking it with her fingers against her inflamed clitoris.

Good God, she felt hot and flooded up between her thighs, he realized as his cock made searing wet contact with his wife's groin. Again, the thought of spurting his lewd sperm into her hungrily receiving belly while his own son fucked into her from behind overcame all the reservations he had had about joining the couple like this. He gasped when her warmly teasing fingers slithered up the distended shaft and squeezed gently at the sensitive area just below the throbbing head. She rubbed it tantalizingly up and down for a moment, parting the softness of her darkly curling pubic hair with the tip, then coaxed him slowly forward. He let his hips move to the gentle tug until with a sudden groan that began in his stiffened calves the warm moist flesh of her cunt popped teasingly over the head like a tight fitting glove. He could feel the softness of the curly, soft lining of pubic hair brushing teasingly around it where it entered her.