Harry Stevens: Suck-happy family

Unwittingly standing in for his former brother-in-law, Ed fucked Sandra's pussy with repeated cock-thrusts to keep her coming. She writhed, beneath him, causing the station wagon to rock on its rear axles. However, in her mind, the car was Charley Hall's old Chevy and she was once again a schoolgirl who was leaving her virginal reputation behind her. "God, I want it all!" she squealed with a return to the teenaged lust of yesteryear.

She pulled Ed's head down to her heaving tits, the way she'd done on that night of nights to Charley Hall. And Ed responded as if he were consciously playing the role his sister's overactive imagination had assigned to him. Pushing her tits together, he took her nipples into his mouth together and sucked them both, one of Charley Hall's trademarks.

Even as a naive virgin, Sandra had known that her tits were magically sensitive. When they were touched in the right way, the erotic electricity shot directly between her legs. And the cock in her cunt added to this created the spasms which seized her loins and had her bucking like a wild pony.

"Hold on for the ride!" she cried.

Her rippling pussy jerked back and forth along the big cock fucking it. Her man's cum was what she craved at this point, a cuntful of his cum to go along with her own continuous climaxing.

The way she was writhing, her tits couldn't be sucked any longer. Her lover's hands slipped to her hips in an attempt to get a grip on her, then from there to her asscheeks, clutching them like handles. His fingers dug into the crack of her ass until the nails gouged at the puckered rim of her shithole.

That's the way it had happened the night with Charley Hall. He'd quickly probed her asshole until Sandra felt her bowels gurgling with as much excitement as her clit. Now her brother repeated the process and Sandra soared to an orgasmic height that she'd only previously experienced as a teenaged girl.

"Rub your cock in my pussy with your fingers through my ass!" she deliriously urged. "Ahhh, that's the way. Opens me up inside like I'm just one big hole for you to fuck and fuck and fuck!"

Driven by his desire to please his horny sister, Ed unknowingly performed as a flawless stand-in for Charley Hall. He was only aware that, although he'd fucked Sandra plenty since her divorce, she'd never been hotter than she was tonight. Giving her what she wanted was as automatic as breathing, no questions asked.

Ed angled his fingers in her asshole so the tips rubbed his cockhead every time he fucked in her cunt. It was like jacking off at the same time he fucked her. Ed had the sensation that when he came, he'd shoot his wad right through Sandra, like his cock was firing liquid bullets.

And it wouldn't be long before the rifle between his legs went off. Maybe just another thrust of his straining prick in her deep, grabbing fuckhole.

"Come, come, come!" Sandra cried. "Come for me now, stud!"

Ed rammed his fingers in Sandra's ass and his cock to the root in her cunt. Down in the crush of loins, her hand seized his balls and pumped them frantically.

"Take it, take it!" Ed shouted with shuddering release.

"Oh, you know I will, darling," Sandra groaned with the long-awaited explosion of his cock in her pussy, "flood my cunt with more cum than it can hold! Until it's running down my legs!"

Ed's prick poured its jizz into her with spurt after cummy spurt. Even as he continued to unload, Sandra smeared the leaking excess all over her thighs and belly. When in the slippery excitement, Ed's fingers slid from her asshole, she probed there with her own sticky replacements.

"Well, that was sure as hell a fuck to remember," Ed sighed when he'd given his all.

"Yes, don't think I'll ever forget it," Sandra moaned. But although they were seemingly in agreement, her brother had referred to the present, while she keyed on her past, which she'd just managed to recreate by substituting Ed for Charley Hall.

Ed was satisfied. What man wouldn't have been after a piece of ass like this his sister had just given him? And from the front seat, having taken a break from sucking and fucking his own sister, Eric was openly impressed with his uncle's cocksmanship.

"Gotta admit, I learned a few things watching you and Mom go at it," the boy told Ed. "Can't wait to fuck her and try them out on her myself."

"Well then, kiddo, hop on back here, while I get up front with your sis," Ed suggested. "No reason we shouldn't give the girls all they bargained for when they dreamed up this double date business."

So uncle and nephew traded places. Their cocks were tireless on this night at the drive-in. However there was something in the air which neither Ed nor Eric detected in their studservice routine.

Janet had sensed it in her mother, as well as herself, once she'd started eavesdropping on Sandra's fuck with Ed after her own with Eric had been completed. Of course, she couldn't say anything about it out loud. But the unspoken communication, especially between mother and daughter, had definitely been there.

It boiled down to this, the same man was on both their minds, and it wasn't Eric or Ed.

Those two could take turns fucking them all night, in their cunts, asses and mouths, but no in their fantasizing minds.

Janet would name the phantom stud more than once in the next few hours so that only she could hear it, as she lost track of whether her brother or uncle was actually fucking her physically at any given time.

"Charley," Sandra whispered, recalling the same man countless times, as she substituted hi image for whomever happened to be fucking her.

And somehow, without ever discussing it with one another, mother and daughter were on a collision course with the most important secret they would ever share.

If only she could be as sure of her mother's feelings as she was of her own, Janet thought, then she'd definitely do something about it. That's why she started eavesdropping when the door was ajar, and she saw that Sandra was alone in her bedroom, poring over an old family album.

"Oh, why do I still love you, Charley Hall?" Sandra gulped, obviously looking at an old photograph of her ex-husband. "You treated me like dirt, but if you came back tomorrow I'd let you turn me into your whore all over again."

Now Sandra was openly sobbing. Janet wanted to go in and kiss away her mother's tears, comfort her, tell her that somebody understood. But Janet held back, fearing that her sympathy would be rejected, as much as her mother might yearn for it down deep. Janet sensed that although her mother might be able to tearfully confess to herself that Charley Hall still owned her pussy after so long, she probably wasn't ready to admit it to anyone else.

Still and all, though, Janet was convinced, something had to be done. If her mother were to be confronted with the reality rather than the memory of the past, perhaps she'd be finally cured of her hangups. It was a longshot, but Janet decided it was worth a try. If her father was more than a ghost, she'd find him.

The next day Janet cut school and began her search. The trail of Charley Hall was sketchy, but there were clues here and there in the various old records and newspapers available. The best one was that he'd been in business with a man named Cooper, who still lived in town. Janet lost no time in looking him up.

"Sure, I remember Charley Hall," Cooper told her. "How could I forget him? A man who leaves town owing you money, then pays it back almost twenty years later is somebody who sticks in your mind."

"You've heard from him lately?" Janet gasped.

"Sure enough," Cooper confirmed. He rummaged through a stack of papers and handed her a letter post-marked six months before. The return address named a town less than a hundred miles away.