Norma Egan: The neighbor_s daughter

"That's enough, honey," he gasped. "Wait…"

He quickly shifted his position, his spit-soaked cock popping from her mouth. He knelt between her slim legs, seized his achingly full prick, and thrust the fat purple head into the moist little pit of her cunt mouth. He let himself down on her, moaning.

Vicky gasped as she felt a cock pushing into her for the very first time. It was big, incredibly big, and it seemed to fill her whole belly. It didn't hurt, though, and as Rod ploughed steadily into her, stuffing her wet narrow little cunt, she felt mounting excitement. At last he was all the way in, his furry balls resting against her pussy. Vicky sighed and writhed blissfully around the thick hard pole of his dick.

"Is it okay, honey?" Rod panted. "Does it hurt?"

"Nooo," she sighed. "No, it's great, Rod. It feels sooo good… Are we fucking now?"

He chuckled, "Yeah, baby, we're fucking, NOW…"

He began to move in her. She was so tight and slick and burning hot inside that he couldn't hold back his ecstatic moans. He'd never fucked anything so sweet, not since those first days with June. Her little teenage cunt was snug and velvety around him.

"Oooo," Vicky squealed, "Ooooo… Yes, yes, fuck meee… I love it, Rod, I just love it…"

She wasn't kidding. Fucking was by far the most fun thing they'd done yet. She loved the thick hard cock moving inside her, making delicious searing friction. She creamed helplessly around it, and her instincts led her to throw her little legs around Rod's waist, digging in, forcing his cock right up to her womb.

His wonderfully thick hard prick moved faster and faster in her, and suddenly a violent blast of pleasure rocked her body. She sailed away with it, squealing her delight, coming in mind-blasting convulsions. Just as her spasms were dying down, she heard Rod moan loudly, and then there was a big blast of juice inside her.

Vicky grinned over his sweat-soaked shoulder. At last she knew what fucking was like. It was the greatest thing in the world, and she intended to do a lot more of it – as much as she could get.

Rod tiptoed into the dim bedroom and began to undress. June was sleeping soundly, to his relief. It was a hot night, and she had kicked off the covers. She was naked, and Rod savored the voluptuous outline of her body in the faint moonlight. Really, June had it all over Vicky when it came to figures. For the first lime in months, Rod realized he had a very attractive wife.

It was strange, but he felt a sudden attack of horniness. He'd just left Vicky, but he felt his cock rising to life again as he slipped into bed and ogled the ripe white curve of June's beautiful ass. He'd been horny so long, for so many months, maybe he was making up for lost time.

She lay on her side, her back to him, and Rod snuggled up to her, fitting her warm silky butt into his lap. His cock was hard again, already drooling lusty juices. He slipped his arm around June and cupped one of her big melon-tits. She murmured something but did not move.

He seized his swollen stiff dick and eased it between her warm soft thighs, into the moist little valley of her cunt mouth. He pushed into her, thrusting deeply and urgently, and at last June stirred.

"Ummm," she murmured, "Ummm!"

Still half asleep, she had a crazy vision of her son Kent snuggled behind her, pushing his stiff young cock into her starved welcoming twat. It felt so good. She'd needed it for so long…

"Yes, darling," she said, "yesss…"

Rod was surprised at his wife's reaction when he began to make love to her. June hadn't been this passionate and responsive in a long time. When he crept into bed with her and entered her from behind, she gave a low husky moan and creamed heavily around his invading cock.

Rod would have been horrified to know what his wife was thinking.

She had been deeply asleep, having a very sexy dream. In the dream a young man was fondling her, touching her breasts, her pussy, all the erogenous places of her body. She wanted him to make love to her very much, but then the dream image cleared and she saw that he was her teenage son Kent.

He told her it didn't matter, and he went on caressing her, and gradually it seemed to June that it didn't matter, either. She wanted him, wanted to be balled, and nothing else was important. In her dream she was just succumbing to him, allowing him to enter her, when in reality Rod was climbing into bed with her.

June's dream image shifted. Kent had been lying on top of her, his delicious stiff young prick teasing between the furry lips of her muff, poking tantalizingly at the wet and ready mouth of her cunt. Somehow he got in back of her instead, and he thrust strongly into her from behind.

June didn't bother to wonder how the change of position had taken place. She only knew that he was in her and that it felt marvelous. It was an extraordinarily vivid dream. She could actually feel his thick hard meat moving in her. She responded joyously, moaning, moving her hips in time to his strokes.

"Yes, darling, yesss," she said.

Her dream had no morality. Earlier, when she and Kent had accidentally met in the hall, Kent naked and June in her sheer negligee, she'd been horrified at her sudden blaze of lust for her own son. Evil, sickening words came to her, like "incest". She'd been terribly ashamed of herself far getting turned on to him.

In the dream there was no horror, no shame. She grooved on Kent's adolescent prick, welcomed it. It seemed not to matter at all that she was balling her own kid. All that mattered was pleasure, and she was getting plenty of that. She thrust vigorously backward with her buttocks, lodging his wonderfully thick rigid dick even deeper in her seething starved twat.

"Ummm, yes," she murmured, "do it to me, darling, dolt…"

Rod was hotly aroused by his wife's uninhibited response to his surprise entrance. Usually, on the rare occasions when they made love, she was stiff and repressed and modest. She almost never said anything to him while they were doing it, as if she considered it unladylike to say how much she enjoyed it. Tonight, though, all her inhibitions seemed to be gone. Her red-hot cunt nipped and boiled around his deeply-thrust meat, and she let him know she liked it.

"Deeper, darling," she moaned, "deeper… Oh, God, yessss… That's wonderful… I want it…"

Rod, thoroughly aroused by her unexpected passion, began balling her harder, deeper, with a violence he'd been afraid to use on Vicky. He even hesitated about being so rough with June – but her ecstatic squeals and furious hot creaming told him that she loved it. He got both hands around her, cupping her big hot swollen breasts, and he balled her almost savagely, thrusting his bloated thick meat right up to her womb.

"Ohhhh, God, yes," June wailed, "fuck meee…"

Rod, panting and sweating by now, wished it could always have been this way with June. Maybe then they'd still have a marriage, and he wouldn't be chasing after teenage girls… He wondered what was making his wife so passionate tonight.

June was still half-asleep, still under the impression that Kent was making love to her. His prick was a lot longer and thicker than she'd remembered. There was something else not quite right, too. As she strained back against him, she felt thick wiry hair on his chest. But Kent was hairless.

"Wha…?" she mumbled.

Rod noticed that she'd stopped moving with him, that she was reaching back to touch him, explore him. Her body went rigid, and she gave a little gasp. What the hell was the matter?

"Oh, God," June said.

Suddenly she was awake, fully awake, and she realized what had been happening. It was her husband who was fucking her – who else? But in her dream… June went stiff with horror. In her dream she'd been wantonly, joyously, balling her own son.