Frank Brown: The Smiths come together!

"You are marvelous!" Greta crooned. She could not take her eyes off the mirror. She wished she could capture their performance on film.

Patrick fucked faster, groaning and panting, grinding his cock deeper inside her and sliding the vibrator faster in and out of himself. The vibrations from the vibrator shot through his cock nonstop and into Greta's asshole. The boy's fingers, greased with her pussy-butter, pinched and rubbed Greta's clit until she thought she'd scream from the intense sensations gnawing though her loins. She pressed back harder against the boy, twisting her head from side to side deliriously as he chewed at her neck, as he plunged his cock in her asshole, as he pinched and pulled on her squirming clit. Her tilts swelled, heaving wildly, and fuck-pleasure whirled to a climax in her loins.

"I'm coming!" she gasped. "Shoot, darling – now!"

The boy fucked so fast his belly sounded like a hand rapidly spanking her ass. He cranked the buzzing vibrator in his own asshole with a vengeance. As Greta's loins exploded with spasms, as her asshole began to gnaw out of control at his cock, his cock swelled hugely inside her and flexed so hard her knees were nearly lifted off the sleeping bag.

She cried out in ecstasy as her son's cum-load splatted in her ass guts.

"Ahhhhh!" Patrick bellowed. "Yeahhhh!" He let go of the vibrator and crushed Greta in a fierce embrace with his right arm. His right hand pinched and rubbed her heaving tits and belly. The vibrator popped out of his asshole and he gasped as his jism jetted into Greta's ass. He twisted on her clit, making her nearly black out as orgasmic pleasure shook her.

"Uhhhhhh!" she grunted, delirious, writhing in her son's embrace, her vision so blurred with lust and pleasure that she could no longer see herself in the mirror. "Shoot, ohhh yes!"

She gasped and shivered with each squirt of the boy's molten jism into her ass. She squealed as his cock flexed inside her. When he pinched her clit and nipples, she shuddered with such ecstasy that she thought the sensation would kill her.

"Ohhhhh, Mother!" moaned the grunting, humping, cum-spurting youth. His orgasm became so intense that he whimpered.

Greta fell forward, bracing her hands on the mat, and Patrick fell forward on top of her, licking and kissing her shoulders and neck, moaning as he worked his cock inside her and squeezed the last of his cum into her asshole.

She couldn't hold his weight and she collapsed flat out onto her sleeping bag, rubbing her tits and belly on the silky nylon while Patrick rubbed his smooth body on top of her. She responded to each throb of the boy's cock with a contraction of her ass ring, listening with satisfaction to his exhausted moans.

Within minutes, Patrick was breathing deeply, asleep on top of her, his half-hard cock nestled in her asshole like a dozing snake.

Greta lay awake a long time, watching her sleeping son in the mirror. She looked small under him, like a young girl, almost like Susanne. Susanne has her youth, but I have Patrick, Greta thought. So who is luckier, Susanne or myself?

Great felt quite content and self-satisfied lying there under her sleeping son until she heard him mumble a name in his sleep: "Susanne". At the same moment, his cock swelled and flexed inside Greta, and he humped her ass a few times, and Greta's self-satisfaction turned instantly to shock and envy.

Although she could hardly imagine it, she knew without a doubt that Patrick and Susanne were lovers, that they had coupled with each other, had fucked perhaps many times. The thought of her son and daughter fucking each other both disgusted and excited her, and she shoved her hand down between her legs and began to finger-fuck her cunt.

At that moment, a few miles away from the dance studio in a cozy little brick house with smoke curling from its chimney into the blizzardy night, Susanne lay panting on the bearskin rug in front of the fireplace, her legs up and wrapped around the heaving loins of her father. Her toes clutched sensuously and she grunted with each thrust of his rock-hard prick into her smoldering pussy. Her dad growled, biting her tits, her neck, her cheeks. He'd already given her several hickies, and she knew she'd have to use lots of make-up tomorrow to hide them from her mother.

"Oh, Daddy, keep moving! I can't get enough!"

Her dad looked exhausted, like he'd been through hell, but his cock remained hard as steel and he fucked like the world was going to end any minute and he wanted to die spurting cum. He crushed down on her, grinding his hard, sweaty chest against her tits, plastering his mouth to hers and shoving his tongue down her throat. Susanne clung to him, rocking her loins, rubbing her ass against the fur rug, sucking her dad's tongue and drinking his spit. She couldn't get enough of him. He was a real man.

"Come into me, Daddy!" she crooned. "Oh, Daddy! I'm gonna come!" She sank her fingernails into his scratch-covered back and pressed her belly up against his loins. She felt his cock quivering and bucking in her pussy. She shuddered violently and started to jerk with spasms. "Ohhhhh, Dadddyyyyy!"

The humping, groaning man crushed her to the floor and churned his cock fiercely inside her cunt. As her spasming pussy sucked and squeezed and chewed his pleasure-saturated prick, Morgan's body trembled and his jism surged. He grunted, firing spurt after sizzling spurt of man-cum into his young daughter's pussy. Susanne squirmed under him, fucking wildly.

"Daddyyyy," she squealed. "Daddyyyy!"

Morgan woke up the next morning with a bladder ready to burst. He realized that neither he nor Susanne had pissed since he'd arrived home last night in the storm, and after all that wine and all that fucking, he was almost afraid to move for fear the dam would break and he'd pies all over the bearskin rug.

He was lying on his side, pressed up against Susanne's naked backside, his half-hard cock nestled in her tight young asshole, and he was tempted to piss inside, fucking her ass as the floodgates of his bladder opened. It was a wicked, sick thought, and he pushed it quickly out of his mind, simultaneously pushing himself gently but firmly away from Susanne and rising to his feet. Embers still glowed in the fireplace, but the flames had died.

Susanne rolled over on the soft rug. "Where you going, Daddy?" She was still half asleep.

"Bathroom," Morgan said, stumbling toward the hallway, his cock squeezed in his hand to keep him from pissing all over the carpet.

"Wait for me," Susanne said.

And a few moments later she was sliding past him through the bathroom door. She perched her naked ass on the toilet seat and giggled. Her eyes were still half closed with sleep.

Morgan was in no condition for games. He couldn't hold his piss and he stopped in front of the sink to piss down the drain.

"Wait!" Susanne reached over and grabbed Morgan's cock just as the piss started to flow from it, and she pulled him toward her, his piss running down her arm.

"What the…" Morgan watched, stunned as his piss shot all over Susanne's face and tits.

His piss-flow wouldn't stop and Susanne wouldn't let him go. She giggled like a crazy girl, bathing in the stream of his hot, yellow piss, washing her face and tits and belly with it, letting his piss run down between her legs and cuntlips. Morgan wasn't sure whether he was awake or dreaming. He groaned as the pent-up reservoir of piss flowed from his aching bladder.

Susanne opened her mouth, catching some piss in it. Her throat bobbed as she swallowed, blinking her eyes as if she'd just gulped a hot of whiskey. Then she pulled Morgan's cock into her mouth and sucked the piss straight out of it, guzzling, gulping, moaning. As she drank his piss, she rubbed her hand up and down her belly, over her tits, between her legs, smearing his warm piss into her skin. She shoved a piss-wet finger up her pussy and started to finger-fuck herself.