Jolene Homes - Incest Games

"Maybe she needs something different," Lorena suggested. "Did she ever eat you, the way I did?" That picture made new life stir within her vagina, the image of her mother with those soft, red lips spread over the massive head of her father's cock.

He sighed. "She kissed it a few times, in the beginning, but I never felt quite right about it, with her. There had been a whore or two who gave me a trip around the world, as we called it then, but with your mother-"

"Then you never ate her, either?"

"Only twice," he answered. "And both times, she turned away from me afterward, as if she had merely put up with a deviation that was strictly mine, and not hers."

Lorena persisted. "There are other things, you know, other ways. Of course, I haven't tried them all yet, but I mean to. And Jean says they're really groovy. I think if you and mom could get your sex lives straightened out, then everything else would go back to where it used to be, and we would all be happy."

He took his arm from around her and turned his head. She said quickly,

"Okay; I won't push it any more. Not that way, anyhow. But it does turn me on, thinking and talking of you two together; I wish I had had the nerve to sneak into your bedroom and hide in the closet, so I could have seen you slip your wonderful big prick into mom's pussy. You said she was a hell of a lay, and I'll bet she wraps those long legs around you, doesn't she?"

"She does," he said. "She likes it on top, on the side, dog fashion, any way except maybe oral. Some lucky guy will get a fine piece of ass after the divorce, when she starts looking around for another man. It's a wonder she isn't out screwing around now, as hot as she is. But she's like me in that respect, I imagine; since we've been at each other's throats, we haven't been interested in fucking anyone else. For me, that's until now, that is. Now, my sweet and lusty daughter, tell me if you've ever had a boy go down on that enticing little cunt?"

Lorena said, "No; not yet."

"Do you want it? I'd like to be the first man to eat you, baby."

"Of course, I want it," she said, and thought that her father would be getting himself a cherry of sorts from her. She also though she had made a lot of progress, learning much about the problems between her parents. If Glynn was doing his job as well, the plan was coming closer to completion. First she had to bring in Jean Marks, and-in a flash of inspiration-she thought of setting up a scene where her daddy would accidentally be exposed to the sight of his son fucking his wife. "Here I am, daddy," she said. "Eat me."

Glynn poured a drink of bourbon for his mother and took a can of beer for himself. He still felt a little funny, walking around in front of her bare assed, but she didn't seem to mind being naked. In fact, she acted proud of her nude body, and he sure didn't want her to cover up any of it. He would never get tired of looking at her.

She was sitting on the couch, with her polished legs crossed, so that only a tufting of her ebony pubic hair peeped out, and right now the long nipples of her captivating tits were flaccid. But the heavy breasts themselves stood out magnificently, ripe and full. They swayed when she reached out for the drink he handed her.

"Thanks, dear; I need this. You're a marvelous lover, Glynn, so good that I'll never let you go. Even when you grow up and get married, I'll visit you every time your wife is away."

He sat down beside her and took a long, cooling swallow of beer. "I may never get married; I love you too much, and no other could ever be so beautiful."

"How sweet. Am I really as exciting as that other girl you laid?"

Up close, her skin was flawless, pale and translucent; he could see the tiny blue veins beneath it. He said, "She was the first, and yeah-she's pretty exciting. But you're special; you're the best." He wished he could tell her who had taken his cherry, but this wasn't the time.

And when he thought of Lorena, he remembered that he was also supposed to be working the plan along, making some of the moves that might keep his mother and father married. He couldn't possibly let her go now, and had to do everything he knew how to keep them from breaking up. It had been a hell of an idea Lorena had, the kids seducing the parents, but where did he go from here?

Watching his mother finish her drink, he said, "How could dad stay away from you?"

She put down the glass and raised her arms over her head, stretching.

The movement threw her tits out, flattening them just a little as the skin grew taut over the delicious mounds. "It was just as difficult for me to stay away from him, at first. I need loving, dear; I need a lot of loving. Now that I have you, things are going to be much easier. You make me so crazy that I do things with you I never have with your father, and I love them. Teaching my son all about sex is going to be the most fabulous thing that ever happened to me."

Glynn drank some more beer. "Maybe you don't want to talk about him, but I wish you would. You know, I told you about hearing the two of you screw, and how wild it made me. Wow-if I had ever seen you making it, if I'd ever watched him kiss your tits and feel your pussy, I'd have gone off without even touching my cock."

She lifted an eyebrow at him. "Get me another drink, dear, and I'll tell you how it is. One time I brought home a huge mirror and fixed it beside the bed, so we could watch ourselves fucking. But your father didn't like it."

Hurrying, Glynn splashed her glass half full of whiskey and carried it back. He could feel his prick moving and a new strength growing inside his balls, even though he would have sworn that he was completely drained. He wanted to hear all this, and hung on each of her words with rapt attention.

"I would have liked it," he said.

"I was crazy about it," his mother murmured, "Seeing myself being screwed was great, but I had to take down the mirror. I've often wondered how it would be, right in the same room with two people who were fucking, watching every movement, every wiggle of her ass and seeing the way his prick slid in and out of her cunt."

Glynn emptied his beer can. His cock was rising, hardening. "But about you and dad-how does he go about it? What-"

Sleepy-lidded, her sultry eyes focused on his, and her damp, red mouth said, "Suppose I tell you all about the time I got pregnant with you?

Would you like that, darling? All right, then: we had been at a party and were pretty high by the time we got home. We didn't even take showers, but started taking off our clothes right here in the living room. In fact, he fucked me right on this very couch."

Glynn's breath caught in his throat and he put his hand on his mother's plush thigh. She uncrossed her sleek legs to give him room, so he moved on in to pet the crisp, ringletted hairs of her enchanted pussy.

"I was so hot that night," she recalled, sipping her straight bourbon.

"I wanted to fuck and fuck, and your father stayed with me for a long time. He stretched me out here, and lifted one of my legs up to put the foot on the back of the couch; my other foot was on the floor. He pushed a sofa pillow under my ass and fingered inside my blazing cunt until I came on his hand. Then, when I was really boiling over, he crawled in between my legs and fed that gigantic prick into my pussy. I thought we were going to break the couch, we slammed so hard at each other. I came with him, I remember, and he pumped so much semen into me that I overflowed, and we had to have the couch recovered to hide the stains."

Sighing, Glynn asked, "And that was the time you got pregnant with me?"

His mother saluted him with her empty glass. "Yes, and what a fortunate screw it was. Now I'm sitting here naked with my son, looking at his long, hard prick and thinking what a wonderfully ironic thing this is.