Mark Jacobs - The family ball

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 cramy 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 stud service 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 hang ups. It was a long shot, 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.

Janet caught the next bus there. A cab took her to a rooming house on the other side of the tracks.

"Yep," the landlady told her, "Charley, that's what he calls himself. At his job now, though. Works twelve hours a day trying to make something out of his life. Can't say that for most the ex-cons."

"When's he due home?" Janet anxiously asked. "I'd like to see him."

"Bet he'd like to see you, too, pretty little thing like yourself," the landlady chuckled. "Won't ask you more about you and him than I've got a right to know, but something tells me I wouldn't mind being in your place when it comes to that handsome hunk of man. And since I ain't no bluenose – well, hell."

She handed Janet a key.

"It's the second room on the right, top floor," the landlady said. "Let yourself in so you can give Charley a real surprise."

The landlady winked as Janet started up the stairs. Janet knew what she was thinking. That Charley Hall was coming home to a nice, young piece of ass. And, Janet recklessly thought, maybe he was.

The room was sparsely furnished. There were workingman's clothes in the closet. On a desk was a neatly stacked pile of money-order stubs. However, what really caught Janet's eye was the money order in the top drawer that had been made out but never sent.

It was for her mother. So he was trying to make contact, in some small way to make amends, yet hadn't had the nerve thus far to go through with it.

"Oh, Daddy, you old sweetheart," Janet sighed. "Don't worry, I'm here now. Your little girl is here to bring you back into the family. Whatever it takes."

Janet stripped and waited in the nude, turning herself on even more with the feel of her bare flesh on her father's bed. Her mind was filled with throbbing visions of how big his cock would be.

Then, after what seemed like an eternity of waiting, the door to the room rattled. It was evening now, dark in the unlighted room. Concealed by the shadows, Janet spread her legs in readiness, feeling her excited cunt drool with anticipation as her pussylips parted.

The form of a man entered the room. He reached for the light switch.

"No!" Janet called, stopping him with her sexiest voice. "If you turn on the light, you'll spoil the surprise. Just come to bed right away."

"What the hell?" Charley Hall muttered in confusion. "I don't know you. Don't know hardly anybody around here. Just work and keep my nose clean. Must be some mistake."

"No mistake. And I'm not from around here. Try Centerville," Janet answered, naming her hometown.

"H-haven't been there in about twenty years," Charley stammered.

"You left behind a lot to remember, though," Janet purred in the darkness. "And I'm here to refresh your memory."