Jolene Homes - Incest Games

How the hell could his old man pass that up? He knew they hadn't been sleeping together for months now, ever since his dad moved into the extra bedroom. That meant that neither of them was getting any fucking, although his dad could very well be playing around on the side. But his mother was usually home, and Glynn didn't quite see her as laying anybody in the neighborhood.

It was an idea, though, and he thought more about that as she began to tidy up the kitchen. His eyes clung to the curves of her delectable ass as she moved, seeing the way her skirt caressed the molded flanks, how it dipped sometimes into the hidden crack of her buttocks. Maybe his mom was getting really frustrated, and she needed a man. With a sexy body like that, and the way she moved, all sensuous and kind of ready, she had to be a wild, hot piece of cunt. It was a shame to see it going to waste.

Glynn bit into the cheese and gulped milk, conscious that his well-used cock was beginning to rise beneath his robe. Did his father have a bigger one? Probably, he thought, the old man was a big, burly guy, and probably had a prick to match the rest of him, and although Glynn had sometimes wondered about that big thing being shoved into his mom's fine pussy, he had always pushed the idea quickly away in shame.

Now he rolled it around in his head, enjoying the feel of his thoughts, trying to picture his dad crawling between his mother's long, slim legs, trying to see what that gorgeous pussy really looked like, all curling hairs deep and rich, with the wet, pink lips peeping out shyly, eager for the first touch of the cock-head.

Glynn's prick throbbed painfully, and he crossed his legs to keep it quiet. Maybe he wouldn't dare think the way he was, if he hadn't already screwed his sister. But now he wondered if that was any different than fucking his mother. Lorena was a lovely, hot fuck, and he was glad she had been the one to technically get his cherry. He was a lucky guy, and loved his sister more, because they had shared their bodies. Could he love his mom more, the same way, if he was ever so lucky as to get into that marvelous, deep cunt?

The cheese was gone, and so was the milk, but he didn't want to leave right away. His mother was sneaking another nip of whiskey from the bottle that was kept hidden in the cupboard, away from the bar. Glynn ran his eyes over her back, lingering at the shapeliness of her ass.

He'd give anything to snuggle up to that tempting pair of cheeks, to nudge his hard prick in between them, maybe bend it down so that it could slide between her thighs, slide wetly along those tickling pussy hairs, feeling the heat of her cunt lips, feeling the beautiful enchanted softness there.

She turned around then, and he fumbled with the empty milk carton, blushing again. When he looked up, she was eyeing him intently.

"Anything the matter, dear?"

"N-no, mom; guess I'd better get up to bed."

"Kiss me goodnight, Glynn."

No matter how he tried, he couldn't keep his hard cock from touching his mom's belly. She had her arms around him, pulling him close, trying to gain some kind of comfort from him, and he was embarrassed when his meat thumped against her body.

But her lips were warm and damp, and she kissed him right on the mouth, holding the kiss longer than usual. It made him highly uncomfortable, especially since his own arms had automatically slipped around her lithe, slim waist, and now he was feeling the tantalizing softness of her tits as they flattened against his chest.

Glynn managed to break away, flustered and shaken, and caught his mother looking quizzically at him. He fled when she said something, not catching anything but the wondering tone of her voice. Oh wow, he thought-he'd almost blown it that time. Hurrying up the stairs, he scooted into his sister's room without knocking, and clicked the latch behind him.

Her bedlamp was on, and her body was outlined by the sheet; light spilled over her honeyblonde hair and she looked very good. "Something the matter?" she asked.

"They're fighting again," he said, coming over to sit down on the edge of her bed. "Both of them are drinking, and when mom made me kiss her goodnight, I got a hard on. I'm sure she felt it against her belly.

Wow, sis-I damn near freaked out."

Lorena touched his hand. "After all that good screwing today, you can still get hard? Does mom turn you on so much?"

He swallowed, and looked down to where the head of his hard cock was working its way out from the fold of his robe. "Yes."

"The same way I turn you on?"

He nodded. "Maybe even more. I mean, I love you sis, and I dig the fucking you taught me. I guess I'll always love you more than any other chick I get to screw, because we're closer. But mom-well, I've been dreaming about her for years, only I never came right out and admitted it to myself before."

Lorena nodded and stroked his hand. "I know, Glynn. I always had the same thing for dad, dreams and wild ideas. But I never thought beyond the dreams-until now."

He stared at his sister. "What do you mean?"

Her hand drifted along his arm and dropped down on his cock. Gently, she felt the head, running her fingers lightly over its throbbing bulb.

"I mean, maybe this is the way we can make them stop working on the divorce, and stay with each other."

Glynn peeled off his robe and his prick sprang free and stiff into his sister's softly teasing hand. "I don't understand-"

She wrapped her fingers tightly around his rod and massaged it tenderly. "If I can somehow get dad to fuck me-and oh how I want him to do that!-then maybe I can hold him here, in our house. I mean, if he digs fucking me as much as I know I'll enjoy being screwed by him, then he won't want to leave, even if he's still mad at mom."

Glynn eased toward his sister, and she pulled him lightly along the way, flipping back the sheet with her other hand to expose her fine young body with the dark blonde hair crisp at her mound.

"Yeah," he said, "I see what you mean, but what will hold mom?"

Lorena slipped her hand down his shaft to cup his swollen balls. "You," she said.

Glynn drew in a deep and noisy breath. "Wow! You mean-somehow you get dad to screw you, and I somehow get this into mom's terrific pussy-and-but how, sis? How the hell are we ever going to manage all that?

They might slap us silly, or think we freaked out, or call the cops, even."

She shook her head and lifted her upper body so that her tits almost reached the head of his cock. "I don't think so. Look-they're both hitting the bottle pretty heavy, and I think they're both really frustrated, not screwing each other any more. If we can get them to loosen up and fuck us, instead, it's only a logical step from there to having them back together. I mean, they'll both be a little guilty about what they're doing, and so they'll be nicer to each other."

"Yeah," he breathed, his heart beating quickly at this new idea, "and if we can work it right, maybe we can get them in a tangle like you and me had with Jean today. That way, they'll get so hot they'll have to fuck each other again."

"Great!" Lorena said, and pressed his hard shaft between her tits. "But we can't screw it up by doing things too fast. Tomorrow night, they have to stay home and work on the property settlement. I heard dad say so this morning. That means we can help them get smashed, and-well, then I'll go crawl into dad's bed, and you can make out with mom."

Glynn felt the silken smoothness of his sister's tits along his rigid cock, and lifted his hands to stroke her hair. "So tonight-"

"So there's still the rest of tonight," Lorena said softly, "and I never did any of those things I saw in your books-not yet. I want to do them with you, Glynn. I want to eat you."

He shuddered when she dipped her face to plant a kiss upon the pulsing head of his swollen prick. "Are you sure you want to? I mean-"