Norma Egan: The neighbor_s daughter

Kent panted, trying not to come. It was such a blast, having his own naked and beautiful mother playing with his prick. His finger was deep in her now, scalded and soaked with her cream. Her mature cunt contracted hungrily around his stiff digit. He was sure she wanted him – but did he dare take the chance?

June rolled over onto her back and let her legs fall open. She still wasn't going to ask him, but she would certainly give him the opportunity. She kept her eyes closed, afraid they would reveal her frantic lust. She ran her finger around and around the slick hard balls of his dick, and cream bubbled out of it. He was clearly just as horny as she was – he had to act soon.

Kent trembled with dizzy joy when his mother rolled over and opened her legs to him. He gawked at her raven-black bush, her wet scarlet pussy which was creaming furiously for HIM. Her hand jerked greedily up and down his rigid swollen meat. Christ, she was practically asking him to ball her. He was sure she wanted it.

Still trembling, Kent gathered his courage and withdrew his finger from her flooding nipping twat. He quickly knelt between her legs. He seized his aching hard meat and pushed the tip of it into the steamy dark mouth of her cunt.

She kept her eyes closed, but she didn't protest. Kent took a deep breath and leaped onto her, driving his prick deep into her.

"Ohhhh!" June wailed. "Oh, yes, yes, darling, fuck me!"

Kent breathed a loud sigh of relief. He hadn't been wrong – she really wanted it. Her mature cunt was blazing hot and deliciously wet and slick around him. He began to fuck her, moaning.

In her spying place behind the drapes, Vicky grinned wickedly. Her plan had worked. Mrs. Hanson, who always acted so prim and proper, was going crazy with joy as her son balled her. Vicky crept out from behind the drapes and over to the other side of the room. She found the light switch and stood there with her finger on it. Just as June was coming, Vicky intended to turn on the light. She could hardly wait. Mrs. Hanson wouldn't dare call her a tramp then.

"Oooo!" June wailed. "I love it, I love it… Don't stop, darling, keep fucking meee…"

Kent humped away happily, working his swollen horny meat in the delicious silky wet tunnel of his mother's cunt. He really dug lying on her huge swollen tits, feeling them bounce beneath his chest as he balled her. She liked his fucking, too, he could tell.

"Oh, wow," he sighed, "it's really great, isn't it?"

June gasped.

She knew that voice. It wasn't Rod who was fucking her – it was her own son!

"Kent?" she said weakly.

"Yet, Mom," he panted. "Awww, Jesus, you're so hot inside… Man, this feels good."

He'd known all along it was her, he'd deliberately seduced her. June's mind reeled. She'd encouraged him shamelessly, too, letting him play with her pussy, pumping his cock into hardness. No wonder he felt no shame now – he thought she'd wanted HIM.

And she did.

She had to admit it, horrible as it was – her son was a damned good lay, and she loved the hard deep strokes of his erect cock inside her. She didn't want him to stop. By all that was right and decent, she should stop this terrible act of incest – but she couldn't being herself to do it.

Her lust-crazed mind told her it was all right, they could get away with it, Rod was asleep in the spare room… And she needed this fuck so badly. Her starved gushing cunt gripped his hard dick ravenously, sucking him deep deep into her. She had to have him, she just had to.

"Oh, wow," Kent panted, "wow… This is so great, Mom…"

The excited boy began fucking her even faster and harder, and June lost all self-control. Her famished twat blazed with pleasure, and she threw her legs as far apart as she could, letting his hard hot balls butt her womb.

"Oh, fuck me, Kent, fuck meee," she wailed. "I love it… Ohhh, OHHH."

Carried away in their hot pleasure, mother and son forgot how much noise they were making. They wailed and howled and yelped, and the bedsprings creaked loudly. They forgot everything but the wild pleasure they were giving each other.

Outside the door, Patty listened wide-eyed. Kent was doing to their mother what he'd done to Vicky – fucking her, putting his cock into her. Patty wished so much that she could watch. Those wild cries of pleasure were getting her very excited. She was about to try sneaking into the room, when she heard someone coming. She ran for the stairs and ducked down. With just her eyes above the stairs, she saw her father hurrying down the hall…

Rod had been wakened by the wild noises. At first he thought there were burglars attacking his family, and he leaped out of bed in alarm. When he opened the door and stepped out into the hall, however, he could hear the sounds more clearly – and he recognized them all too well.

It was unmistakably the noise of someone making love.

He heard June's voice, husky and ecstatic: "Fuck me, ohhh, yes, fuck me…" There was a male voice, too, but so wild and incoherent that he couldn't identify it. He turned red with rage at the thought that June might have picked up some stranger and brought him home to ball out of revenge.

He wouldn't have it, by God. He wouldn't have his wife balling another man.

Rod raced down the hall and jerked open the door of the master bedroom. Vicky heard him coming and, just in time, she dived under the bed. She had just gotten under when Rod switched on the light. He stood there, the color draining from his face, and gawked at the scene on the bed.

It couldn't be true. Oh, Jesus, it couldn't.

But there it was, all too real. Naked, clinging to each other, were his wife and son. June was on her back, her legs spread shamelessly wide, her face twisted into a slut's grin of horny pleasure. Kent was on top of her, his stiff young cock thrust far into her cunt. The boy was flushed and grinning.

They remained frozen in that attitude when Rod turned on the light, motionless with shock and surprise. Then June slowly turned her head and looked at her husband. There was nothing she could say. It was all too obvious that she and Kent were doing. Kent, too, found no words. He just stared at his father.

Rod shuddered convulsively. His voice was choked. He stared at June and said, "You whore. You filthy whore. I can't believe any sane woman would do anything so vile. How could you possibly do this? How could you fuck your own son?"

June burst into tears. Shocked out of her mindless passion, she realized what an awful thing she'd done. Kent, however, didn't seem shocked at all – only angry. He got off her, leaped off the bed, and faced his father, hands on hips.

"Now just a minute, Dad," he said hotly. "Where do you get off, talking to Mom like that? You've been screwing around with Vicky – you're not perfect. And Mom didn't know it was me when we started making out – she thought it was you. She was ready to be nice to you, to forgive you. You better just think a minute before you start putting her down."

Rod sagged, not knowing what to say. He was confused, lost.

Just then Patty ran into the room, pigtails flying. She gawked at her parents and her brother. "I heard noises," she said. "What's wrong?"

"Oh, Christ," Rod laughed bitterly, "what's wrong? Not much. I just caught your mother fucking your brother, that's all…"

"Rod, for heaven's sake," said June. "Don't talk like that in front of Patty."

Rod turned to her, sneering. "She might as well know the truth, June. She'll find out sooner or later, when I sue you for divorce."

"Divorce?" said Patty, wide-eyed. "Oh, Daddy, no! I don't want you and Mom to split up."

"I'm afraid it's necessary, honey," Rod said, softening.

"No, it's not," Patty said firmly. "I don't care what happened, I won't let you split up. I won't even let you argue. Come on and talk to me, Daddy, till you calm down."