Harry Stevens - Hot bed cousins

"Fuck me," Meg said. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!"

Andy mechanically dropped his pants. His cock was hard, but felt numb – like the rest of him – when he touched it. He started toward his spread-legged mother. She suddenly stopped chanting and dropped another bombshell.

"Don't forget a rubber," she said in a girlish voice.

Andy blinked with disbelief. He could have sworn it was Sally talking to him instead of his mother!

"Shaving my cunt may have given me a new image," Meg added, "but I still don't want to get knocked up."

Now Andy was practically reeling. For his mother had just repeated, almost word for word, what his cousin had said to him the last time they'd fucked.

Under the eerie circumstances, Andy was glad for the opportunity to leave the room and go find a rubber. While he looked for one he tried to put things together in his mind. But he kept stopping short of any conclusion, perhaps because he was afraid he might be right. Then his mother was calling to him and he had to return to her.

"Come here, let me put it on for you," Meg said when Andy was back.

He sat on the edge of the bed. Meg rolled the rubber down the length of his cock, leaving a pouch at the tip to catch his cum.

"Now we're ready," she said.

She reclined again, spreading her legs. Fingering her pussy lips, she opened her cunt for her son's sheathed prick.

Andy warily guided his cock toward her shaved cunt. It was, he thought, a miracle he still had a hard-oh with all this stress. He'd need all the concentration he could manage just to get through the fuck. He hoped he could get into it enough to come and get it over with. Never had he been so reluctant for a piece of ass.

While he was mulling it over, his cockhead entered his mother's pussy. Meg bucked her crotch in response and the rest of Andy's prick automatically surged inside her. She churned her hips and wiggled her ass.

Andy felt nothing. It was all he could do to fuck back. Worse, he felt the strength leaving his cock.

"Don't know if I can get through this," Andy finally admitted aloud.

His mother seemed to ignore him so Andy said it again. It was as if he were talking into the wind, his words, carried away as quickly as he'd spoken them, leaving him to wonder if he'd even heard his own voice.

It was like a dream, Andy thought, and that gave him an idea. Suppose he shut his eyes and pretended he was involved in nothing more than a wild, wet dream in which the strange and unpredictable were taken for granted? Then maybe he could relax and focus on nothing more than what was happening between his legs.

He did it. A form of self-hypnosis took place inside the darkness of his mind. When images formed they aroused him instead of threatening him.

Now Andy was totally uncertain of whom he was fucking, his mother or his cousin, but his confusion became a turn-on. Just when he thought he was fucking one of them, he became convinced it was the other. Only in a wet dream could he fuck his mother and his cousin at the same time and have it seem completely natural.

Andy reached down and felt the cunt that was filled with his cock. It was so smooth. At the top of it, his thumb pressed the nubbin of a clit and produced a female orgasm.

"I'm coming… coming so good," Andy's fucking partner moaned.

Her voice echoed in Andy's head. At first he thought it was his mother. Then his cousin. Then Meg and Sally sounding out their climaxes together.

"I'm fucking you bath," he panted out loud, his eyes still tightly shut.

"Yes, yes," he was told. "Fuck us! Fuck us!"

The cunt which gripped Andy's prick turned on the pressure. It would squeeze like a vise, then briefly relax before clamping down once more. Over and over again. The rippling effect seemed capable of sucking the cum right out of Andy's balls.

And he was more than ready for it. Ready to shoot his wad.

His cock strained, seeming to lengthen and thicken in the pussy it fucked. There was a final surge. Deep as a prick could reach in a cunt. A spasm at the pit of his crotch and Andy's jizz was gushing in release.

"Never came so hard!" Andy cried while his cock repeatedly spurted. "Oooo, it's turning my damned nuts inside-out."

When his flow of cream slowed to a dribble, Andy became aware, of the sticky warmth surrounding his cockhead. Reality partially surfaced as he remembered that he was wearing a rubber.

He opened his eyes, not sure whether he was going to be looking at his mother or his cousin. It was his mother's face he saw. But what she was doing was a carbon copy of Sally.

Meg had just pulled Andy's spent cock out of her shaved cunt. Now she was peeling away the used rubber, being careful not to lose any of the cum which it had caught.

Andy watched with awe as his mother brought the soggy rubber to her mouth and sucked it all the way to her throat. When she was through she had swallowed every drop of his cum, exactly as Sally had done the last time Andy had fucked her.

Now the rerun continued. Only this time Andy was the one who was uncontrollably forcing the issue. He just couldn't stop himself from finding out how far this repeat of the past would take him.

"We just fucked and, damn, if I'm not hornier than ever," he told his mother with words that were as close as he could get them to the ones he had spoken to his cousin during their last session.

Meg made a familiar comment about Andy's cock still being hard. He in turn asked her if she wanted him to fuck her again. Of course she did. But this time with a difference.

Then Meg was up on all fours, pointing her ass in Andy's direction with the cheeks spread. Her puckering asshole begged for a cock inside it. She could have been Sally.

Andy recalled what he had said to his cousin the night she had offered her ass to him. Now he repeated it to his mother.

"Should I get another rubber?"

The letter-perfect reply came straight out of the recent past. "What for? Nobody ever got pregnant from taking a cock up her ass."

It was too spooky for Andy to accept with his eyes open. He closed them again, trying to slip back into his imaginary wet dream where it didn't make any difference whether he was fucking his mother or his cousin, or somehow both of them at the same time.

Even in his self-imposed darkness, Andy had no problem in finding the asshole he was going to fuck with the head of his prick. When he'd made the connection, he forced his way inside. It was so tight! But Andy shoved and shoved.

"Hurts so good," came the female response to his surging prick. "Give me your whole cock in my ass!"

"You got it," Andy grunted.

The asshole was narrow and stubborn. And Andy was hung long and thick. The perfect mismatch for a ass-fuck. Andy plowed forward without mercy until his big prick was buried to the root.

Now he moved it. In and out. Faster and faster with strokes that used more and more of his pumping hard-on. He would briefly pull out until only the knob of his prick remained in the ass he was fucking. Then, plunging forward, he would hilt his prick until he reached shit. Repeatedly he did this, using his cock like a weapon.

"Take it! Take it!" Andy cried. "I'll split you in two!"

The violent rhythm of his cock-thrusts were affecting his balance. Reaching down, he grabbed hold of a set of tits like they were handles. He squeezed them until their spongy flesh oozed between his gouging fingers, all the while fucking ass as brutally as ever.

Caught up in a macho frenzy, Andy lost whatever restraint he might have still possessed. Whatever the consequences, he wanted the answers to the questions that had been raised about his mother and Sally. What's more, he was willing to go to any lengths to get them.

"I'll fuck you until I kill you," he threatened viciously. "Kill you with my cock unless you tell me the truth."