Ray Todd - Family games

She gasped: "Glynn – Glynn!" and he knew it was all right to let it go, that she was coming quickly, too. He fed the meat to her tight well with stronger thrusts, burying the head deep within her body, raking his fingernails over her pussy, her belly, feeling her mound jump and vibrate against his palm as she reached climax.

The head of his prick flexed, trembled, and a heavy gout of semen spat from it, a torrent of come that washed her tube and bathed his shaft with the fiery liquid. They shuddered together, panting and moaning, until the hurricane of their emotions subsided and his balls stopped leaping upward.

He had fucked his mom in the ass; he had taken that cherry, been the first in there, and she had gone freakish over the screwing. There would be plenty more like it, he thought, and got the wild idea of maybe putting it to her from the back while his old man stuck it to her in front. That way, she would really be filled with pricks.

She eased forward, and his slippery cock worked out of the tight hold her ass had on it. There was only a little seepage of white stuff to hang like little pearls upon her pussy hair. Glynn sat back, catching his breath and holding his greasy rod.

"That – that was fantastic," his mother breathed. "It was all I hoped it would be, and more. Now I've had you in all ways, lover – pussy and mouth and ass."

Awkwardly, he climbed down off the bed and went to the bottle of liquor to drink sparingly from its neck and make a face. "I hope they give us a few minutes more."

She came to her feet and went into the bathroom to tidy up. Never, he thought, would there be another woman like her. If he should get married some day, his wife had better be at least half the good fucking his mother was. His sister was a great lay, too, so that meant any girl he married would have to be extra special in that department.

Putting the bourbon bottle down, he touched his cock and thought that his future wife would just have to move in with the family and become a part of it. His father would enjoy getting some fresh cunt from her, and with three chicks – four, if Jean Marks was still around – he and the old man could really have a ball. He could see himself, bringing home his bride and telling his dad, okay – you can fuck her now.

He sat down on the bed again, hearing water run in the bathroom sink where his mother was cleaning herself up. Lorena would probably get married some day, too. Maybe quicker than he would, since she was older. She'd have to clue in her husband about the family before hand, though. Boy, he thought – the whole bunch of them ready to fuck at a minute's notice; husbands and wives and blood relatives. He wished now that he had a couple of other sisters, younger ones that he and his father could teach to screw.

His mother came back into the room, high color in her cheeks, wearing the towel around her hips again. He said, "You think I ought to put anything on?"

She shook her head. "I'm just a little embarrassed at your father seeing me naked with our son. I'll get over it before long."

"I used to worry about you seeing me with a hard on," he said. "I'd hide it best I could, but whenever I got to thinking too much about you, about the remote possibility of getting into your elegant pussy, I'd have to run upstairs. I sure jacked off a lot of times."

She sat on the edge of the bed, holding out a water glass. "Pour me some nerve, lover? What a waste that was, you masturbating and me being so lonely. All that time, we could have been fucking. But we'll make up for the missed chances, darling. We have years and years stretching out ahead of us. Will you still want to screw your mother when she's a white-haired little old lady?"

He splashed whiskey into the glass. "You bet; I was just thinking about bringing my wife home – the girl I'll marry some day, and setting her up for Dad to lay. I'll never get tired of your pussy, Mom. I love you too much."

"You're a fine boy," she said. "A nice guy and a wonderful lover, but I promise not to be jealous over the other girls that get to feel your lovely, hard prick. I'll just remember that I taught you much of what you know sexually, and your sister showed you the rest – or is that twisted around? I'm a little nervous, dear."

He came over and stroked her hair. "Don't be, Mom. It's going to be terrific for all of us, I'm sure. Suppose you lie back and let me play with you while we wait for them? When Dad and Sis come in, we'll be ready to start fucking."

She stretched out on the bed, the hotly sensual look on her face now, her lips red and damp. "Take off this damned towel, please. And I hear them coming down the hall."

Holding her father by the hand, Lorena reached for the doorknob. It had taken three drinks to help convince him that he ought to come in naked, and he was high now. But at least he wasn't wearing that floppy old robe, and she was freshly scrubbed, proud that her mom was at last going to see her in her mature nudity.

"Mom," she said, leading him inside, "Glynn – oh." She saw them on the bed, lying belly to belly, caressing.

Glynn said quickly, in a voice that was considerably higher than usual, "We – ah, thought we could start first. But we waited until you got here. H-hi, Dad."

Her father said, "Hello, son – Arlene."

Her mother said, dark-eyed and looking utterly beautiful, "I don't know what to say, Eric. Our son and I decided we could better show you how we feel, but Glynn only wants to – to do it to me for a little while. He would rather you and I – well, screwed until we came, the first time. Glynn has a thing about needing to put his thing in where yours just left, so he can feel your semen."

Lorena shivered; this was farout and provocative, a demonstration where her brother put his stiff young meat to her mother's willing pussy, but not until he climaxed. He'd save that so he could blend his ejaculation with his father's. Ow wow, she thought, and squeezed her daddy's hand.

Gruffly, Eric Johansen said, "Go ahead, boy."

"Let's go to the bed and stand close," Lorena suggested. "I don't want to miss any of this, and I'm sure you don't."

They watched Glynn kiss his mother as she rolled over onto her back and spread her legs, lifting one polished knee. The towel she had been wearing slipped away, and they could see the burnished black curlings of her shapely mound, the pink lips hiding beneath the abundant crisp hairs.

Arlene took her son by the cock, rubbing her fingers up and down its stiff length and massaging the gleaming head. Glynn dropped his face to take one of his mother's large nipples into his mouth. His eyes were closed, but hers were not; she stared up at her husband, and her voice was low, vibrant and husky: "He has such a hard young prick, Eric, and he's so eager with it, so strong."

Lorena saw her brother's hand slide between the glossy thighs, saw the fingers probe delicately into the rich hairy nest and find the welcoming labia, to slip inside while the woman rolled her hips suggestively. Lorena's breath caught in her throat, and she felt blindly beside her until her hand encountered her father's thick penis. Holding onto it for balance, she stared entranced at the two on the bed.

Now her mom was tugging Glynn over on top of her, gripping the boy's shaft tightly, and as he took his position between her thighs, rubbed the head up and down along her dewy cunt lips. Lorena tore her eyes away to steal a glance at her dad, and saw that he was watching raptly.

"Look at it poking her cunt," he breathed. "She's shaking all over, she's so anxious to get it inside her."

Lorena said, "Partly because you're here, Dad. She's showing you how passionate she really is."

And her brother shoved his prong deeply into the moving crotch, penetrating the black bush and sliding home into the gulping lips. The long, round staff went in easily, burying itself to the root, and her brother's balls swung to rest in the uplifted cleft of the shapely ass. He hung there motionless for a long moment, then began to pump, and Lorena could see his cock gleaming with the juices it had picked up inside.