Jolene Homes - Incest Games

"Here's to us," his mother said, giving him a can of beer and holding up her own refilled glass. "May we always have as much fun."

"Oh, we will," he assured her, and wrinkled his nose as bubbles from the beer tickled it inside. Was this a good time to talk to her some more, while they were resting? He glanced over at the clock behind the bar and thought there should be plenty of time, Lorena wouldn't let go of their dad in a hurry.

"Mom," he said, "did you ever think about swinging with anybody else?

Maybe even a-a girl?"

She sat down in the big chair across from him, and crossed her legs.

"Why not? The way I see it, especially since your father insists upon being such an utter ass, is that I don't have all that many good years left. If he doesn't want me, then I'm sure others do, and that might include a little girl-to-girl activity, too."

He saw that she was on the way to being smashed, and thought he'd try to steer her away from drinking any more, but he was glad to hear her say she wouldn't mind playing around with another girl in the act. From the things he'd read, and pictures he had seen, Glynn knew that chicks sometimes dug other chicks sexually, and even though that wasn't exactly what he'd had in mind, it was okay.

"Do you have anyone in mind?" His mother asked. "That little girl who got to you before me?"

He drank more beer and said, "I kind of fibbed to you, mom. I've screwed two girls before you, and I don't want to tell you about one of them; not yet. But the other is my babysitter."

She sat erect. "What? That perfectly beautiful little thing with the exquisite red hair? You have good taste, lover."

"I think she'd join us," he said. "I'm just about sure of it, because I laid her and the other one together, taking turns with them, like-so many strokes into one pussy, so many into the other; they held hands all the time."

"Well," his mother said slowly, "and I was going to teach you. Could you really get her to-to make love with us? When?"

"Let's try for tonight," he answered.

They came in after dinner, and they'd had their own in a cute restaurant, holding their heads close together and whispering exactly like what they were-lovers. Her dad hadn't minded the curious, knowing glances they received; he had been altogether too busy being the nice guy he was.

But they had to go back home; she reminded him of that sad fact over a glass of light wine he sneaked her. So they left the candlelight and wine atmosphere and drove back to the house. All the way, her father kept working on excuses as to why they had been gone the entire day, excuses that Lorena knew they wouldn't need.

Her brother was downstairs in the living room, in front of the color TV, seemingly very casual, but a closer look told her that he was beat.

While her dad went to the downstairs bathroom, she leaned over and kissed Glynn.

"Where's mom?"

"Upstairs lying down. She got a little crocked, even though I tried to hold back on the supply."

She kissed him again, feeling very loving, and sat down on the arm of the big chair. "Looks like she worked you over pretty good, lover boy.

You're kind of pale and pooped."

Glynn sighed. "I may not be able to walk upstairs without help. Wow! I thought you and I had some great sessions, but mom is the wildest.

She's been without screwing for a long time, she said, and I guess she made up for it with me."

"It was sort of that way with dad and me," Lorena said. "But I think it's more than not fucking for awhile; I think it's who they're fucking that turns them on so much. Wasn't it like that with you? I mean, I got my greatest kicks with you, far more than with the other guys I screwed-until dad's big cock got in me. Then it was like nothing ever before."

"Yeah," Glynn agreed. "I almost came on the outside of mom's pussy, just touching it with the head of my prick. And it seemed like I couldn't stop fucking her, couldn't ever get enough of that sweet cunt.

I went down on her, Lorena, and she ate me, too."

She squirmed on the chair arm, stimulated at hearing what her mother did. "Did you get a chance to bring up swinging with others?"

He nodded and slipped his arm around her waist. "I told her about Jean Marks, and she liked the idea. She wanted to know how soon we could get together. I said maybe tonight, but I'm in no shape for it now. How does dad screw?"

"Wonderfully," she said, holding his hand. "Once he got past the hangup about me being his baby girl, he fucked me until I passed out. I couldn't get more than the head of his cock in my mouth-you have no idea how gigantic it is-but I gave him some good head. And afterward, he ate me out, even though he'd never fully done it to a woman before, not even to mom."

Glynn moved both their hands down and snuggled them between Lorena's thighs with a quiet kind of intimacy she liked. He said, "She told me his hang-ups, and admitted she wanted to watch some fucking. I didn't say you and I had swung. Did you tell dad?"

"No; I didn't think it was time. But I did bring up Jean, and he really dug the idea. I'm not sure she can take his big cock, though; she's so small and delicate, even if she's practically a nympho. I figured to get the three of us swinging together, so he'll loosen up more. Then, maybe we can arrange for him to see you and mom screwing. That ought to plug the plug for sure."

Glynn massaged her mound. "One way or another. I just hope he doesn't freak out and beat the hell out of me."

"How can he?" Lorena asked. "I mean, he's fucking his daughter, and another kid, too. So how can he flip when he discovers that his wife is doing the same thing? I only wish we had another guy to bring in, somebody we could trust, but I can't think of anybody. Maybe later."

"Hey," Glynn said, "you feel real good. If you're not too tired, maybe I can get it up again, and you can tell me all the details of how the old man put his big meat to you."

She laughed. "I wonder if you'll ever get enough pussy? You know, I hope I can set it up so that both you and daddy can screw me at the same time. The two of you could take turns on me, then I could eat one of you while the other one gave me a good, long fucking."

"You think he'll go for that?" her brother asked anxiously. "If he will, we can do the same act with mom. I'd really dig that, the two of us putting the meat to mom."

Lorena said, pressing his hand deeper into her crotch, "Don't be selfish. I'll be there, too, doing whatever I can to help us all."

"I'm getting hard," Glynn announced. "But what about Jean? Are you going to call her?"

"In a few minutes," she answered. "But not for you. If she can come over and spend the night, I want her for dad and me. And if you're not asleep, I promise to come in and keep you company for awhile."

"Okay," her brother said, and no more, for at that time their father came into the room and went to the bar.

Glynn said "hi" and went upstairs. Lorena slid off the arm and into the chair, her mound dampened by the playing around her brother had done with it. Watching her dad mix a strong highball, she thought that he had had only wine today, but the minute he got home, he needed something stronger.

"Mom's in bed early," she said to him. "Glynn said she had a little too much and called it a night."

"That figures," he said. "Damnit, today was so great, and now it turns sour, back in this house with her."

She got up and went to him, to press her slim body against his big, muscled one. "I'll call Jean to sleep over. You can come into my room, so that even if mom does wake up, she won't suspect anything if she hears a couple of giggling kids."

"I don't know," he said. "It's too dangerous here."

Kissing him hard on the mouth, tasting the residue of his drink there, she said, "Don't be a cop out. Unless you can't take any more screwing?"