Ray Todd - Mom,Dad and daughter

"Where are we going?" asked the woman when they'd been driving for a while.

"To my sister's house in Wendford," he told her.

"But I thought we were going to be alone this weekend," she said ma disappointed voice.

"You'll like Angie and her husband," he smiled. "They're real swingers."

"What do you mean?" she asked.

"They love to fuck as much as we do," he laughed.

"How do you know?" asked Anne, getting a bit disturbed about his plans.

"I've been on lots of fuck-parties with them," he explained. "They're real swingers."

"I don't remember you having a sister," Anne said in a puzzled voice.

"You wouldn't remember her," he explained. "She was only five years old when you and I graduated from school."

"How old is she now?" asked Anne.

"Just twenty," he ginned, "and the hottest piece of ass in Delmar county."

"How would you know?" giggled the lovely woman.

"I popped her cherry when she was thirteen," he bragged. "And I've been fuckin' her ever since."

"My God!" she gasped, completely shocked at what he was saying. "You must have been almost thirty when you started fucking your sister. That's horrible."

"What was horrible about it?" he laughed. "She was ripe to be plucked, so I plucked her."

"I've never heard of anything so revolting in my life," said Anne, feeling a cold knot in the pit of her stomach. "And you've been having an affair with her ever since?"

"Sure. Why not?"

"Did your ex-wife know about it?"

"Shit, yes," he laughed. "She'd bring Ken, her husband, to visit us and we'd swap partners."

"You'd trade wives?" gasped Anne.

"Of course," grinned the handsome man. "I enjoyed fucking my cute sister and my ex-wife thought that Ken was a terrific cocksman. You'll find out."

"What do you mean by I'll find out?" snapped Anne suddenly wondering what the handsome man was up to.

"Well," he grinned. "I thought it would be fun if the four of us spent the weekend fucking each other."

"My God, Michael," she sobbed, tears welling up in her eyes. "I thought you loved me."

"I do," he argued. "I love to fuck you."

"That's not what I mean," she whimpered, reaching for a tissue to dry her eyes. "I thought you loved me for myself."

"Oh, knock off that shit," he laughed. "The name of the game is fucking. Didn't you enjoy it on your couch the other morning?"

"Yes," she admitted. "But…"

"Then just relax, baby," he cut in. "This will be the neatest fucking weekend you've ever had."

Closing her eyes, she rode along in silence, her spinning brain trying to sort out what had happened to her. Only two men had ever had her body in her entire life. One had been a short and wild affair with Michael when they first finished school, and the other had been eighteen years of faithful marriage to Martin. She'd never done anything to be ashamed of in her life, and now Michael was expecting her to perform lewd sex acts with strangers.

"Michael," she said after a few more miles of silence. "I think you'd better take me home."

"Why?"

"Because I'm not the type of woman for your fun and games," was her calm answer.

"Okay, darling," he smiled, patting her on the knee. "When we get there, we'll do our fucking by ourselves."

"Do you promise?"

"Yes, darling," he said. "But will you let me screw my sister just once."

"I suppose so," she sighed. "If that's what you want."

When they finally arrived at his sister's house, Anne was surprised that Angie was such a vibrant blonde. She had deep dimples and a wide contagious smile that made Anne like her immediately. Her husband, Ken, was an equally charming man of well over six feet in height and with a thick head of curly red hair.

"I guess Michael has told you that we like to play naughty games around here," Angie said to Anne as they walked into the living room after dinner that night.

"He mentioned something about it," the woman admitted.

"Do you dig that scene?" the cute blonde asked.

"Not really," was Anne's honest answer.

"Well, you'll get used to it," smiled Angie, nonchalantly removing her blouse and bra.

Anne couldn't believe it as she watched the pretty blonde disrobe until she was standing completely naked in the center of the room.

"My brother gets real turned on when he sees Ken fucking me," giggled Angie, looking up at her tall redheaded husband as he took his clothes off.

When they were both completely naked, the couple sat down on a sofa that faced the couch where Michael and Anne were seated. Anne felt a hot wetness between her legs as she saw Angie passionately squeezing her husband's big thick cock. She found something very erotic about the flaming red pubic hair that covered his balls and around the base of his thick hard shaft.

"Oh, Michael," Angie whispered across to her brother, "Please take your clothes off so I can watch you getting a hard-on."

He glanced nervously over at Anne, as if asking for permission to disrobe.

"Go ahead," she smiled sweetly. "It's your party, but don't expect me to do it."

While Michael was removing his clothes, Anne's attention was once more drawn back to the big stiff boner that Angie was caressing.

"Isn't it nice and pink," giggled the cute blonde when she saw Anne staring at her husband's rod.

"It sure is," grinned Anne, excitedly licking her lips as she saw the man's thick dork throbbing in his wife's hand.

Anne suddenly felt a wild tingle in her twat as she watched Angie lower her face and lightly run her tongue across Ken's big shiny cockhead. Anne had often sucked on Michael's hard knob, but watching someone else do it was highly erotic. Watching Ken's prick twitching from the excitement of his wife's hot spit-bath, Anne could feel her own warm juices seeping out from between her legs. As the erotic excitement increased, Anne unconsciously reached over and gently gasped Michael's lust-swollen boner.

"Oh, honey," Angie giggled across to her brother when she saw his massive hard-on. "Would you like to empty that big load in your sister's hot cunt?"

"I sure would," he gulped, looking at the slippery juices drooling out from between her sweet cuntlips.

"Then hurry up," she whispered, laying back and lewdly spreading her legs. "It's been a long time since I've had my big brother's nice hard cock in me."

As Michael moved onto the couch with his horny sister, Ken stepped over and sat down by Anne.

"Do you wanta fuck?" he asked, looking at the pretty brunette.

"No thank you," she politely smiled. "I'm just here as an observer."

"Well," smiled the big redhead. "If you change your mind, my cock's available at no charge."

"Thank you," she grinned. "I'll remember that."

Anne suddenly felt a strange numbness filling her body as she watched Michael crawl up between his sister's legs. Only this morning she'd felt a deep love far the handsome man, but now he seemed to be so depraved. She couldn't see how he could possibly enjoy fucking his own sister, and worse yet, her own husband as part of the audience.

With the other sofa only three or four feet in front of her, Anne was staring as if in a trance at Michael as he guided that big familiar cock towards his sister's juicy slit. A delicious tingle whispered through Anne's twat as she watched her own lover's swollen knob lightly touch the soft moist flesh of his sister's pussylips. Watching his thick boner sinking into Angie's cunt, Anne could almost feel it entering her own wet pussy. A wild vicarious thrill burned through her loins as Anne watched that big familiar dork sinking deeper and deeper into his sister's juice-slickened hole.

When the man's rigid rod was buried to the hilt in Angie's squeezing fuck-channel, Anne watched the girl snake her soft bare legs around his body, almost feeling her own thighs wrapped around him.