Jolene Homes - Incest Games

"Uhhh!" she grunted. "Uh-uh-oh, darling! You're terrific-it's so good, so wonderful-eat me, Glynn. Eat your loving mother's cunt, son!"

He redoubled his efforts, snorting and chewing, licking and sucking, and her movements grew more frantic. She thrust hard against his mouth and ground her hairy wet snatch into it with almost brutal strokes. He clung to her ass, eating the cunt he loved more than anything else in the world.

"C-coming!" she cried out. "Ah, Glynn-you marvelous little lover, your mommy is coming!"

He felt her vibrate, felt the sizzling tissues of her snatch tighten convulsively, and knew an added release of her love oils. Holding to her, continuing to lick her box, he rubbed his nose across her palpitating mound.

She sat up, shaky and weaving, balanced upon her knees. He wanted to keep kissing her pussy, but she slid it wetly away from his searching mouth, moved it down over his chest. "That was f-fine, lover. My head is still swimming."

Hiking her ass, she passed farther down his body, then lifted so that she was poised above his heavily throbbing shaft. "Now we'll fuck," she said.

Glynn trembled when she wrapped her fingers around his rod, and went stiff, in both legs as she steered the head into the drippy bush of her treasured pussy. He held to her thighs when she started to lower her crotch, when the bulb of his cock started to slide into the greasy lips.

In it went, easy and fine, penetrating deep into the clinging cavity as it slipped deep. His mother dropped farther down, and yet more, until she was sitting on it. He could feel the springy pressure of her hair upon his balls, and the ecstasy of the cunt closed around his embedded prick. He was into his mom again; he had his hard pole shoved up her opulent pussy and she was fucking him.

"Such a young hard cock," she murmured, her palms flat against his chest and grinding her belly, hunching slowly to him. "Fuck me, darling-fuck your mother and tell her what a great piece of ass she is."

He stroked it up into that fabulous cunt, into the hot, wet velvet grippings, feeling his cockhead reach bottom. "You're the greatest, mom-the finest piece of ass anywhere. Fuck me the same way you fuck my daddy."

"Your daddy-your father-" she gyrated her ass and made his prick head touch every tingling spot within her vagina. "He used to f-fuck me a lot, but no more-no more. Oh, feed me that young meat, Glynn!"

Glynn shoved it to her, lifted his ass every time she dropped hers, and heard the suctioning noise his prick made going in and out of her oily cunt. Back and forth it squished, his balls getting soaked with the hot liquids.

"I'll screw you forever," he gasped. "Your sweet cunt is mine, now-all mine, and I'll fuck it day and night. I love your pussy so much-love your ass and your tits and the way you screw me. Oh, mom-mother darling-you hot-assed, beautiful mom-"

She slammed it to him, making short, rapid strokes that circled briefly around his hard-driving prick. "Go ahead, dear-let it go! I'm going to come again with you-"

He moaned and clenched her ass, trying to spread her apart for the final, twisting thrust that nailed down her womb. Then his cock turned into a long, slim volcano spitting fiery lava throughout her scissoring pussy. A gush of semen spurted up into her, bathing her cervix, raining greasily down to flood his stilled prick.

His mother's breath gusted from her open mouth, and she threw back her head. Her thighs clamped violently against his hips, her torrid cunt nibbled down upon his glans. She was coming in undulating waves of rapture, rolling her ass and beating her small fists into his chest.

Glynn thought they had made it fine.

"Give me a shower first," Lorena said. "I want to be naked with you in a shower."

"Anything you say, girl." He put down the suitcase they'd bought first thing. "The clerk didn't even blink when I registered as Mr. J. J.

Oliver and daughter."

"That's because you asked for twin beds," she giggled. "Well have to mess up the other one, too."

Laughing with her, her father shucked out of his shirt and she followed suit by peeling off her own. Her young, hard breasts sprang free and her fingers turned anxious at her cutoff tops. She watched her daddy climb from his pants, gone a little bit awkward in quick embarrassment that she also felt.

She told herself not to be icky, just because it was daytime and they were alone in a motel room. The only time she had been in a motel before, she had to share a room with Glynn, while their parents slept next door. And did other things, she amended; like fucking.

Her jeans slid down her legs and she chucked her panties after them.

Now she was stripped, and posed proudly for her father's eyes as they roamed over her body. She was glad her tits were high and that she had plenty of honeyblonde pubic hair. It was almost the exact shade as his own, she saw, and was once again amazed and enthralled by the size of his swelling cock.

She skipped into the bathroom, grabbing up and unwrapping a bar of motel soap. When she had the water just right, warm and soothing, she stepped into the enclosure and waited for him. He came slowly, still feeling peculiar about the situation, she saw. He was so big, he filled the stall, but she adored the contact her small body made with his, and especially liked the wet nudging of his distended prick.

Handing him the soap, she waited breathlessly until he began to slide his hands over her trembling body. It felt marvelous, all slippery and foaming, and she wiggled when he washed her tits. Her nipples got so hard they ached, and she took one wrist to move her daddy's hand on down to her belly.

He went between her thighs, manipulating her bubbly pussy, fondling the soft mound with obvious delight. Taking the soap from him, she massaged it over his hairy chest, down to his furry crotch, and played games with his stiff shaft, with his downhanging balls.

"C-careful," he warned. "We'd better rinse off now, baby."

She stood quietly while he toweled her, his fingers moving lovingly over her sensitized skin, then she did the same for him, her hands lingering between his legs, staring directly up into his eyes.

"Damn!" he said. "You're a perfect little bitch. I can read F-U-C-K written plainly in your eyes."

She laughed. "Now you're loosening up, daddy. And I want to be your bitch, be perfect for you. Come on-let's go try out that bed."

Playfully, they tumbled together on the bed, laughing and tickling each other, grabbing and tenderly mauling. For a few seconds, they were both children, happy and carefree. But when he rolled on top of her, they both stopped playing, and after a bright moment of knowing silence, his mouth descended upon hers.

Holding him frantically close, Lorena drew her lips across his, forced her tongue between them, then retreated before the rapid, hungry onslaught of his tongue. Her father shoved his long, thick tongue down her throat, and his big body moved upon hers, his hard cock raking across her heaving tummy.

When he broke the long kiss, she panted up at him: "Fuck me this way, on top. I want to get every inch of that gorgeous prick inside me, all the way to the balls."

Lifting her knees and spreading her legs, she hiked her pelvis up for him, making it easy for the searching head of his mammoth cock to find her humid slot. The spongy, but hard core, head probed into her vulva, and her cunt lips stretched to allow it inside them. Carefully, her father pushed the thick, heavy shaft into her writhing body, feeding the pulsing glans inside, forcing her lips to go elastic and make room.

"It's going in!" she cried. "The end of your prick is spreading my pussy and going in-oh! Daddy, daddy-"

It was alive, she thought; her father's massive cock was alive, a hot, strong rod that was sliding in and in, until she thought it would never stop. She was packed with the luscious meat, filled to capacity with matchless peter, and her inflamed clit thrummed with joy.