Grace Wilkinson - A family sandwich

Fran knew that Morgan sensed the loss of her last remaining ounce of resistance, and clamping his wet open mouth over hers, he began a slow rocking motion between the captive housewife's wide-held thighs. Fran could feel sensations like tiny explosions of gunpowder inside her plundered loins, searing the soft sensitive flesh within her as the younger man's motion widened and forced her narrow passage to respond with each short smooth stroke. Finally there was nothing more but to groan in helpless defeat beneath the monster that she had allowed into her home.

And then suddenly her body, as though it were severed from her resisting mind, commenced an involuntary reaction. Lewd flames of desire were coursing through her veins, and she no longer had the will or the strength to fight it. She had lost the battle and now she knew that in spite of her repugnance and horror, she was on the verge of surrendering totally to this boy lying between her long, widely spread legs. The mere thought sent chills running along Fran's spine as she felt the slow rhythm of Morgan Cooper's upthrusting cock skewering wetly into her highly stimulated loins.

Faint mewls of animalistic, servile acceptance raised from the adulterous wife's chest, her lovely face becoming distorted with passion as, her mouth toiling, her neck straining and her delicate nostrils flaring, the now disheveled blonde pressed her semi-nakedness up against her ruthless captor.

Odd bits of her clothing still clung to her, but the firm taut mounds of her breasts pushed up naked against the younger man's dark-haired chest and the fully exposed surfaces of her ravaged pussy ground and rubbed lasciviously against her thoroughly aroused brother-in-law's wiry-haired loins. The cords in Fran's neck as well as those of her pale thighs stood out hard and tense as she writhed underneath the younger man, becoming carried away with the fervency of her feeling. There was no doubt now that she was enjoying this… wanting this mindless fucking. No longer could she deny that she craved this delicious sensation of lying beneath her husband's brother like this, giving back to him what he was giving to her.

Above the excited blonde mother Morgan slaved, his forehead and back covered with sweat as he shifted his rhythm to longer, smoother strokes that drew his glistening, lust-swollen cock nearly all the way out of his beautiful sister-in-law's clasping pussy on the backstroke and then plunging forward into her willingly uplifted loins again until Fran felt the harsh slap of his naked testicles against the open crevice of her anus. The younger man smiled his cocky grin of triumph into Fran's face and dropped his lips again to hers. She was hopelessly impaled, he thought, his to do with what he wanted! This was the way he'd always wanted to see his uppity sister-in-law, he realized. This was the way she looked best. Absolutely!

Now the woman who had refused even to meet his gaze for the past few days was beginning to mewl and moan, twisting and squealing wantonly under his ravishing, punishing cock.

It was good! Better than she could have imagined, Fran was forced to admit to herself. And then the twenty year old's hand was moving beneath her to where his lust-driven cock was sliding smoothly in and out of her blonde clasping cunt. And the frenzied wife began to keen with shameless delight as she felt him fondle the soft hair-lined lips milking at his rampaging cock. He continued to play there until softer groans of unrestraint formed in Fran's throat and her widening vaginal passage seemed to gape with greedy desire, swallowing the whole of his thrusting cock as it plunged mercilessly to her very core.

Jeanie just had time to finish her entry in her book. She did so knowing that later on she would have little time to do so, and she wanted to get her notes down while they were still fresh in her mind. She wrote hastily in her room, her brain still whirling with the incredible knowledge of what she had caused to happen between her mother and her uncle.

Entry number 239, Log 3, Notes on Project X: June 12 – Timing perfect on family reconciliation number one. Therapeutic action transpiring perfectly between Mother and Uncle Morgan. In the long run this will solve all inter-family problems and create wholesome atmosphere necessary for my upbringing. Next I must join the therapy.

Fran and Brint Cooper's only daughter rushed hurriedly back down the hall. The little girl had already ascertained that her mother had indeed succumbed to her Uncle Morgan's advances. She had known all along that she would, just as she had known that the young man himself had been waiting for just such a moment to take place. It did not take much figuring out, really, only a good dose of what Jeanie called common sense coupled with her keen powers of observation. The members of her family were in desperate need of assistance, Jeanie knew that much, and with her new "knowledge" which her uncle had helped her to gain to guide her, Jeanie forged ahead on what she considered a valid extension of her original Project X. For one thing, the ten year old was aware of the fact that being in love with a callow youth like her uncle would never do. It was her duty to raise her twenty year old uncle's consciousness, and while she was at it, she would raise that of her mother and her father as well. She had a few more years at home yet, and they might as well be emotionally profitable!

The door to her mother's room still stood ajar, just as it had been when she'd watched the final surrender of her mother beneath her uncle's nakedly thrusting body. They were still at it, she could see as she quickly shed the skirt and blouse she was wearing from her smooth, girlishly small body. Naked, her pale porcelain-like skin gleaming with a hidden light of its own, she moved closer to the lewdly copulating forms on the bed. Already the wise little girl could feel the growing excitement within her awakened loins. Nakedly, she shivered as she empathized with her moaning and writhing mother. She knew from experience just how good Uncle Morgan's fucking could be!

The wildly preoccupied couple hadn't even noticed her standing there, and Jeanie couldn't help feeling a little left out and just a trifle jealous of the ardor with which her young uncle carried her mother along the throes of ecstasy.

For Morgan was maddened by the silky soft sheath of Fran's palpitating pussy as it enveloped his long thick penis, and he drove far between the excited blonde's milk-white thighs with all his strength while running his hot hands over the naked sweat-glistening surfaces of her voluptuous body. The young man was half out of his mind with the exquisite sensation – of fucking his brother's wife and having her respond so eagerly, so perfectly. Indeed, having her take the upper hand, for her long legs wrapped themselves up around his back so tightly that she was effectively able to control his thrusts deep into the hair-surrounded split of her clasping pussy. Christ, he was going to cum any second. A stream of obscenities issued forth from Fran's mouth, obscenities that only served to excite him all the more. At some point during their love-making the young mother and wife had seemed to change, to turn into a free and liberated woman who was not so much being fucked as fucking, and this difference had not escaped Morgan although he was powerless to change it.

"Oooooohhhh fuck fuck!" Fran was unconsciously mimicking her daughter's love cries while she received the heavy pounding of the same throbbing cock within her secret loins. "Fuck me Morgan… fuck me little brother-in-law! Do it to meeee! Do it to my cunt!" Standing beside the squeaking bed watching the wildly thrashing and twisting tableau that her mother and her uncle created, Jeanie knew that she had been correct in her original speculation about the state of her mother's psyche. Yes, her mother needed this, this and more in order for her to become a whole person again. But even as the youngster congratulated herself, she could not keep from letting her little fingers search out the tender nib of her quivering clitoris where it trembled with longing within the protective lips of her pussy.