Jerry Milner - Vacation swap

She thought about lying comfortably on her back for a gang bang, with the older guys in line making dirty comments as they waited their turn and the younger ones trying to crowd up ahead. She thought about strutting into a lesbian bar, doing a strip-tease, then sitting on a barstool and getting sucked off by so many butch dikes that she had to suck them all off in return. She thought about how close she was to making herself cum, without even laying a hand on herself, and she gloated within.

"Beautiful, isn't she?"

Marge opened, her eyes and moaned out a protest, for there beside the bed were Jayne and Jim and Barbara Jean. It was part of the fantasies. Marge prayed that was true… they couldn't be seeing her naked like this. They couldn't be standing there naked, Jim rubbing his hard cock, Barbara Jean rubbing her cunt, both of them gaping down at her on the bed while Jayne stood between them with her arms about their waists.

"Go away," Marge murmured, and closed her eyes, and kept them closed though the bed sagged under new weight on it.

"Boy oh boy, Mom," Jim's voice reverently said. "You sure do have great tits. Doesn't she, Sis?"

"Someday mine'll be that big," said the very familiar voice at Marge's other side. "So big and soft. Mmm-m-m. Oh, Jim. You've gotta try this."

Marge opened her eyes and watched as her kids sucked her tits. They'd done it before when they were nursing, she told herself, though that failed to fool her for a moment. Her kids were after sex, not milk. She couldn't stop them. Jayne wouldn't stop them, for that incredibly evil woman was kneeling on the bed between Marge's outspread legs, watching avidly, avidly rubbing her black-haired, sopping wet cunt.

Jayne blew her a kiss and winked at her. Marge glared back with all the hate in her soul. Jayne reached down and eased the long dildo almost out of Marge's cunt, and as she eased it back in, Marge shivered and moaned and waggled her hips to get the very most out of that slow insertion.

"Do it some more," Marge muttered, tingling all over with orgasms everywhere in her body, and when each of her kids looked up at her, still with their mouths full of tit, she grinned and said, "Yes. You, too."

Jayne got up from the bed. Marge wanted to call after her to come back and fuck her some more, but nothing at all could be allowed to interrupt the luxury of having her tits kissed by both her kids.

"Oh, that's just lovely. That's just as sweet and sexy as can be," said Marge, and began stroking and fondling their heads the moment Jayne cut her loose from the bonds on her wrists.

"How do you like the dildo, Mom?" said Barbara Jean, taking the plastic cock in hand, moving it in just the right way.

"You know very well how much I like it, you imp," said her mother. "Have you tried it yet?"

"Mm-hm!" said her loving daughter, mouth full of very stiff nipple again, moving the dildo to prove what she'd said was true.

"I guess it really is pretty good," said Jim. "But I know I got something even better."

"And I suppose you'd like to use it on me," said his mother, reaching down for his cock, finding it easily as he raised his hips to meet with her groping hand.

"Yeah, I sure would!" said Jim. "Where do you like it the best?"

That question gave Marge some pause. Her ankles were free now, thanks to Jayne. She sat up and gave the dildo a stroke or two, turned to her daughter and smiled, saying, "Join me?"

Marge made the insertion. Barbara Jean lay back in just the right position as her mother fitted the idle end of the dildo into her daughter's cunt. Barbara Jean's smile fairly glowed as Marge worked the lovely thing into her. She encouraged Marge on in her most pleasant task by fondling Marge's big, pendant tits until mother and daughter were pube to pube and tit to tit, with the dildo securely joining them.

"Have you ever used one before, Mother?" Barbara Jean eagerly asked.

"No, but I think I know how."

"Maybe I should get on top. Just to start it out. Do you want me to, Mother? I wouldn't mind at all. I like it on top!"

"You're forgetting about your brother, but I'm not," said Marge, and turned to her son, anxiously waiting, and drew him quickly around to her asshole by the simple expedient of reaching behind her and parting her lovely white buttocks.

Marge set the pace for the triple fucking, and the pace was very slow at the start. It was so slow, in fact, that none of them moved for a time. Marge was more than content to be sandwiched between her two children, quietly, tranquilly orgasming in a manner which both of them could share in completely.

When she stirred, they stirred, and settled into a sweet, steady tempo that could not have been better for this, their first real time together.

The kids wanted more right away. Marge kissed them and sent them on to their chores, professing a weariness soon to pass. Alone with her sister-in-law, Marge said, "How can I ever thank you for all you've done?"

"No thanks are needed. I've always been more than fond of you, Marge."

"But I insist on thanking you, no matter how long that may take."

Jayne shrugged her shoulders and wriggled her hips settling the dildo closer between them. "I've got some time," she said. "My rose farm is in good hands. Even though Howard doesn't know how to take care of his women, he does know his flowers. Who can tell? I may stay on here for another month. Wouldn't you like me to be on top, Margie, dear? You really must be a bit tired."

"I'm doing fine. I like it up here. The view down below is just grand. And I need the practice if I'm going to carry my share of the work and the fun to be had in the future here."

Howard eased his thick, hard cock in the tight, slick cunt of the barmaid at the Iron Door, with a sigh that rumbled up from his guts. It was a hot, clasping cunt, just as one might expect to find between the shapely legs of the hot-eyed blonde who had leered at him so lasciviously each time she had brought him another pitcher of beer the night before. Sandals on her feet, ragged jeans on her legs and her hot little butt, and hardly a blouse at all to cover the perky pair of tits on her chest – he could see all of her clearly, as long as he kept his eyes closed. He drew back his gristly hard cock and shoved it into the cunningly cute barmaid again, expecting to hear her say, "Oh, Howard, I knew you'd be wonderful in bed, but I never expected this! Don't ever stop fucking me! Howard, give me everything you've got, forever!"

Beneath him, his bride, Dottie, gasped, "Oh, Howard! What a way to start the day! But give me some room to breathe!"

They were having a morning fuck in the bed that had once belonged to his sister, Jayne, and which Howard and Dottie now owned. They were still in Carlton, Oregon, raising the roses that had once made a living for Jayne. Jayne was back in New Jersey, helping Marge and the kids with the carnations. Jayne still owned half her rose farm. Howard owned the other half, which he'd bought with his half of the divorce settlement money. The divorce had come quickly, thanks to some friends of Dottie's in Tijuana, the same friends who'd arranged for Howard's marriage to Dottie. The settlement had been arranged by the attorney in New Jersey. It was a split down the middle complete and final, although Dottie still thought there was more money on the way. She would probably scream like a banshee when she found out there was no more loot on the way. Let her scream, that was Howard's philosophy. She had it pretty damned good, learning about the flower business and letting little Trixie take care of the Iron Door, with him helping out all he could. It wasn't a bad deal for Howard, either.

In Howard's imagination, Trixie said, "Yeah, gimme all you got! Nobody ever made me cum this hard before!"