Fictional Incest & Other Sexual Stories

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With all due respect to the writers of stories that I will be posting...these are all fictional stories that I got from the net...

This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

And now onwards to the stories....

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The Seduction Of Mommy

By
Foster Davis



Chapter 1

It was noon and, except for the continuous soft purr of the refrigerator and an occasional drip from the bathroom faucet, the house was quiet.
Arlene was alone. Her son and daughter would be at Washington High School until midafternoon. At six her husband would arrive home from work. These next precious hours she had to herself.
Her hips began to undulate in anticipation of what would now begin. Her trembling fingers crawled across the taut flatness of her naked stomach. Beneath her the king-size mattress responded to her shifting weight.
Masturbation. Her own dirty little secret. Every time got wilder than the last, more wicked, more elaborate, more exhausting. At times she felt disgusted with herself. She was too old to waste half her afternoons engaged in lonely self-indulgence. It wasn't normal for a thirty-three-year-old housewife to have such overpowering sexual urges. Or was it? What about Madge down the block and Karen across the street. It was no secret that they were having extramarital affairs. And what about Barbara next door? Judging by the clothes she wore, you'd think she was a hustler. And once at a party she had emerged from a bedroom so mussed and disheveled that Arlene and everyone else watching knew what had happened. The mere thought of adultery made Arlene cringe. It was something she could never do. Never. Even though her afternoons were often spent in bed, her fingers playing havoc with her throbbing clitoris while she imagined various men pumping their hot sperm into her thirsty vagina, the concept of having a real penis stuffed up inside her seemed repulsive. The only cock she had ever had between her legs was her husband Hal's, the man she loved. And she was determined that his would always be the only one.
It wasn't Hal, though, who filled her mind at the moment. It was Ralph, a friend of her son's, a muscularly overdeveloped sixteen-year-old. It had been he who had bagged her groceries yesterday, and when he had helped her take the bags to her car their thighs had accidentally brushed against each other. The fleeting contact had meant nothing to Ralph, but Arlene had been dismayed to find upon arriving home with the groceries that her panties were soaked clear through. Though she had struggled to keep her arousal from surfacing, she had finally been forced to excuse herself from the dinner table and had gone into the bathroom where she had quieted her lust with ten minutes of vigorous masturbation.
Now she spread her legs wider and writhed, her bare body beginning to perspire slightly as her fingers neared her vagina. Scattered untidily on the pillow, her blonde hair reflected the thin stream of sunshine that leaked between the shutters.
In her fantasy, Ralph had come over for some undefined reason. She was alone in the house, but she had invited him in anyway. Almost immediately, she had smothered him with a wet, passionate kiss and whispered, "Fuck me!" in his ear. They had rushed into the bedroom, stripped naked and now lay side by side on the bed.
Arlene's mouth opened and she expelled a hot gasp as her finger touched lightly against the wet flesh along her clitoris. Her tongue lashed out and made several circles, dampening her lips. She closed her eyes, and whispered sexily, "Oh, Ralph!"
She worked the middle finger of her right hand into the juicy puffed-out lips of her pussy. Using the digit as a tiny phallus, she made rhythmic in and out strokes. Her left hand wandered up across her tightly drawn stomach to touch the undersides of her ample breasts. She pushed one breast up as far as she could, bowing her head down to it. Catching the hardened nipple between thumb and forefinger, she aimed the bud toward her face. Then, sticking her tongue out as far as she could, she managed to make contact with the tit. She felt a sexual tingle grow within her as she spread her saliva around the throbbing nipple.
Her thighs began to tremble, tightening and untightening as her steadily probing finger drove her to still higher states of arousal. She straightened her legs and spread them farther apart, curling her toes and feeling the silky bedspread tease her calves into sensual awareness.

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Her finger ... Ralph's finger ... became more savage as it seesawed in and out of the now flooded vaginal passage. A very low, throaty moan came from deep within her, repeating itself every few seconds, growing louder and more intense as she worked herself into a fever of sexual abandon.
She pretended it was young Ralph sucking her breast and pinching her nipple into glorious hardness. She opened her hazy eyes and gazed at herself, watching her belly heave, watching her thighs quiver and perspire as her finger was swallowed again and again by her grasping cunt. It gave her lewd fascination to see the finger gobbled up by the hidden cave within the forest of coarse blonde hair. She imagined that Ralph was hovering above her, his brown eyes peering down at her wanton nudity, his cock hard and swollen and throbbing.
The normal Arlene - the shy, inhibited, proper housewife - was nowhere present. Afterward she would loathe herself for indulging in this juvenile hour of self-abuse. But right now she felt marvelously sexual, wonderfully whorish. Not too long from now she would be jerking all over the bed climaxing, and later she would hate herself, and tomorrow she would do it again because she couldn't help it.
"God!" she whispered. "God, it's so good!"
She stroked her cunt rapidly with her sex-lubricated finger. Each time she drove it in, her palm slapped against the upper part of her vagina, stimulating her swollen clitoris.
She knew it was time now, time to do those perverse things which excited her so much but made her feel so dirty afterward. She released her grip from the breast she'd been feeding into her mouth, allowing the tit to whip back into its natural position. Rolling onto her side while still finger-fucking her vagina, she reached out and opened the drawer of the nightstand. She probed to the backmost part of the drawer, shoving aside the various paperback books and cosmetics. Her fingers found the silk scarf. Wrapped inside were a phallic-shaped battery-powered massager and a candle two inches wide and ten inches long. After a short hesitation, she opted for the candle, leaving the massager hidden in the scarf where sometime soon - perhaps tomorrow - she would remove it and use it against her wet and pouting cunt lips and around the sensitive edges of her quivering clitoris.
While she extricated the candle from its hiding place, her finger played frantically within the sloppy wet recess of her vagina.
A lecherous smirk formed on her face as she gazed at the thick candle with lust-blurred eyes. She brought the candle slowly toward her mouth, her tongue lashing out, unable to make contact with the wax phallus because she deliberately held it just out of reach.
Between her legs, her hand was making energetic plunges into the sucking well of her vagina. Her legs were spaced so widely that the pressure on the inner portions of her muscular thighs was almost unbearable. But still she kept them painfully stretched because the exertion reflected the intensity of her lust.
She continued to fix her gaze on the flesh-colored candle. She envisioned that it was Ralph's penis, and the very nearness of it to her wide-spread lips sent her teetering on the edge of sexual insanity.
She began to breathe forcefully, heaving her belly outward while inhaling, squeezing in so tightly upon exhaling that her ribs showed vividly.
Too hot to delay any longer, she brought the candle down to her anxious lips. She pushed the instrument against her mouth. It was so thick that she had to stretch her lips to accommodate it, and once the waxy shaft entered her mouth she couldn't keep from scraping her teeth against it. She lavished great amounts of saliva on it and twirled her tongue around the semi-blunt end where the wick hung-out. Her jaws were forced open, straining the muscles around her ears. But she licked and sucked feverishly, gulping down the flood of saliva in an effort to keep from choking. The swampy folds of her cunt were likewise flooded, and she relished the delicious feel of her juices gushing out to dribble along her fingers, to saturate the hair around and below her pussy, to stream across her constricting buttocks and blemish the spread beneath her.
Feeling the walls of her vagina clutching madly at her lone finger, she knew that she could bring herself to orgasm without much more effort. She withdrew the candle from her mouth, giving it several circular sweeps with her agile tongue as it exited.
She removed her hand from between her legs, leaving her cunt to suck angrily at the sudden nothingness. But she didn't leave herself empty for long. Immediately she was on her knees facing the head of the bed. She waved one hand in the air rodeo-style for balance while clutching the massive candle in the other. She locked her ankles together as she positioned the candle with its base on the bed between her thighs and its wick end pointed straight up at her hotly aroused vagina.
Slowly she lowered herself. The end of the candle, wet with saliva, brushed against her vulva. She rose up again on her haunches, came down then until the wick tickled her clitoris, rose up, down, up. More moisture gathered at the entrance to her already saturated cunt. But wet as she was, she knew that it would be a delicate process getting the instrument inside her vagina. She had had the candle inside her dozens of times, and each required tender determination because her pussy had to stretch so much to accommodate the intruding wax object. But it was worth it, every time had been worth it. Every time had resulted in one or more heaving, draining climaxes, leaving her too weak to move.
She circled with her hips, the wick teasing her inflamed cunt lips. Lower. She felt the pressure of the wax surface against her flushed outer vagina. She sat down until the stress was too much to endure, then retreated slightly.
She kept the candle in place with her left hand, her arm bent behind her back, her wrist up under her buttocks. Her right hand came to rest just above her vagina, and with two fingers she tried to spread the opening enough to admit the candle.
As she squirmed against the wax vertex, the fingers of her right hand pressed her erect clitoris and caused her to groan hotly.
"Oh, Ralph!" she murmured, gazing passionately at the spot where Ralph's head would be had he actually been there. "Oh, Ralph, we shouldn't!"
She pretended that the youth was arching his hips toward her, that he was determined to sink his cock into her depths no matter how much discomfort it caused her.
In response to his imaginary lunges, Arlene lowered herself suddenly, feeling a storm of pain as the candle pressed her pussy lips inward, feeling a searing agony as her hot flesh was stretched and folded and several of her pubic hairs were violently uprooted.
She surrendered to the pain and backed off. Then she lowered herself with greater determination. The pain was less severe, and the entrance seemed to be more receptive, but still she had to retreat.
With a sudden mad frenzy of activity, she made sweeping circles with her hips, her firm breasts bouncing as she gyrated. While circling, she pressed downward. The end of the candle seemed to angle into her squirming cunt, and she was surprised at the absence of pain.
"Oh, oh!" she groaned from deep within her. "Oh, my God, it's in me!"
She then emitted a series of harsh, breathy gasps as she became accustomed to the feel of the foreign object inside her lewdly stretched cunt.
"Oh, Ralph, this is so wrong! I shouldn't let you ... but, but ... oh, God, let's fuck each other!" She whispered so lowly that she could scarcely hear her own words. She was madly excited by her hot utterances. She had never said those dirty words to anyone, not even to her husband in the heat of passion. But she said them freely during these afternoon sessions. She said them even though she felt ashamed afterward.
She lowered herself until her buttocks rested on her locked ankles. The candle eased its way deep within her vagina. She deliberately squeezed her vaginal muscles, imprisoning the staff in her moist well. She began to slowly ride up and down on the intruding shaft, gripping the candle tightly with her left hand as she did so.
Mewling outbursts of passion streamed from her parted lips. She rubbed briskly on her hard clitoris with her right hand, feeling the shivers of ecstasy pulse throughout her body. Trickling rivulets of perspiration made their way across her forehead, stinging her eyes and running along the edges of her dainty nose to her lips. Sweat flowed from between her breasts, from her buttocks and forearms, from her tense and straining back. She felt as though she were in a steam bath, even though the room temperature was comfortable.

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Her toes clenched so tightly that she felt pain along the top part of her feet. Her heels dug into her buttocks as she sat down upon her crossed ankles, one heel splitting her ass and keeping the cheeks lewdly open. The lower part of the arm which held the candle was imprisoned between her left thigh and calf. The candle filled all of her vagina, spreading the inner walls as far as she thought possible. Her juices gathered more than ever within her throbbing cunt, oiling the wax surface so that it slid easily as she ground her pelvis downward.
Orgasm was a certainty. She could feel it approaching, her whole body quivering, her mind dead to everything but erotic sensations and lewd images, her clitoris tender and swollen.
"Ralph, Ralph, Ralph!" she chanted.
She churned, increasing her tempo.
Then she came, howling dementedly as she did.
Faster and faster she rocked on the candle and flicked at her clitoris with her finger until a second and third spasm rocked her. A fourth and fifth in rapid succession. More, one spasm every second, each seeming more powerful than the last.
"Oh, fuck it, Ralph! Fuck it really hard!" she screamed.
Sweat bathed her entire body now. Her eyes, glazed, fixed heatedly on the imaginary boy lover. She threw herself forward, her hands abandoning their previous positions and stretching far above her head as she lay stiffly on her stomach. Her fingernails dug brutally into a pillow, her tits throbbed against the bedspread. She kept her legs widely spaced as she ground her cunt into the sweat-soaked bedspread, the candle remaining lodged inside her quaking channel. She drew her ass tightly inward, forming dimples on the outer sides of the cheeks.
"Oouu, ohh! There, there!" she cried.
Then the contractions of her vagina began slowly to diminish in intensity, and a minute later she was gasping in the stunned aftermath, satiated and unmoving, whimpering softly.
Tears filled her eyes, and five minutes later she was sobbing.

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She felt empty, alone, ashamed, disgusted. Fifteen minutes ago she had masturbated to orgasm, but that wasn't what troubled her most. A simple, swift fingering of her vagina to bring on the physical release her body craved - that wouldn't have been so terrible. But she hadn't been satisfied with so simple an act. She had conjured up in her mind the fantasy that her son's friend was fucking her, fucking her better than her husband ever had. And that seemed dirty and perverse, even though in actuality she would never let the boy, Ralph, so much as touch her. If he ever made even the mildest of advances toward her she would slap his impudent face and banish him forever from her son's company. Of course, it wasn't a likely occurrence since Ralph was the politest of Bill's friends and had never indicated any sexual interest in either Arlene or her daughter.
Arlene showered.
Afterward she felt cleansed and absolved of wrongdoing. She was somehow able to drive all thoughts of her recent transgression from her mind. It had to be that way, because if she continued to dwell on the disquieting matter of her daily self-abuse, she would be unable to function normally. She had to go on living. She was Arlene French, Hal's wife - Mrs. Harold W. French - and she had a designated role in life. Faithful spouse. Respectable housewife. Dedicated mother. After dressing modestly in slacks and blouse and pinning her blonde hair behind her neck, she began her housework. She washed the dishes, vacuumed the carpet, planned the dinner for that night.
It was just before her son and daughter arrived home from high school that Arlene found the brown legal-size envelope. It had been tucked between two seldom read volumes on the top shelf of the bookcase. If she hadn't accidentally jarred one of the books loose while dusting, the envelope would not have been exposed. Now she examined it with trembling fingers. Even before she opened the unsealed flap, she knew what was inside. Money. And she knew it was stolen. Money stolen from her husband's office. It wasn't the first such envelope she had happened upon. There had been two others, one containing two-hundred dollars in twenties, another holding two fifty-dollar bills. Now she stared at this third envelope, fearful of what its contents might be, remembering how strange Hal's voice had sounded when he tried to relate matter-of-factly that money was missing from the office. Even then, Arlene had suspected. A dark, terrible hunch was followed two days later by the first envelope - the first evidence? She wanted to ask him why, but she couldn't. She could no more speak to her staunchly proper husband about his crime than she could tell him about her masturbation. She nervously squeezed the envelope open and counted five-hundred dollars worth of tens and twenties. She returned the cash to its secret place, arranging the books so that the bulging envelope could not be noticed.
Ten minutes later, Arlene was still shaking. She was in the kitchen staring out the window as she sat at the table. She gazed out into the yard, but she saw nothing, not even Barbara, the wife next door, who was uprooting tiny spring weeds from her still brownish lawn while her ass jutted up in the air, her skirt rising high to reveal her diaphanous panties. At any other time Arlene would have felt irritation at the sight of the tasteless young neighbor, but now she thought only of herself and her situation. She felt guilt - guilt because day after day her lust was driving her to longer and longer episodes of self-indulgence, guilt because the man she loved, the righteous, self-assured, moral man she had married, had for some unknown reason stolen money from his employer. Her hands trembled and she had to grip the edges of the table to still them.
The front door opened and slammed shut. Judy came prancing happily into the kitchen followed by her brother Bill.
Judy's first words were, "What's wrong, Mom? You look nervous."
Fifteen-year-old Bill (who had never been as perceptive as his sixteen-year-old sister) seemed unaware of his mother's emotional state. He uttered a short "Hi," and went to the refrigerator to pour a glass of lemonade.
"Nothing," Arlene said in response to her daughter's question. "Nothing's wrong, Judy. How was your day?" She forced herself to smile and to look directly at the girl.
Her eyes passed from daughter to son and back to daughter. The sight of her children was just what she needed to calm her feeling of depression. She had a beautiful daughter with long blonde hair the same shade as her own. A daughter who was intelligent and out-going and eager to explore the life that lay ahead, the way Arlene had been seventeen years ago. Arlene's eyes lingered momentarily on the hem of her daughter's skirt. She frowned, thinking that the skirt exposed too much, that it was far too sexy, but she decided to say nothing. She had been quarreling with her children too often, she reasoned. Watching her son gulp down the glass of lemonade, she felt pride in his physique. He was budding into a strong, impressive man, and even though she disliked the way he dressed and the length of his hair, she was momentarily proud of his good looks. No matter what else might happen to threaten her marriage, she still had her children to believe in.

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Arlene avoided Hal's eyes all through dinner. She found it impossible to accept the fact that despite his tireless sermonizing about honesty winning out in the long run, he was himself a thief. What if Bill or Judy found out? It seemed to Arlene that his was the ultimate of hypocrisy. If only she knew what had caused him to steal the money. But she would never know unless she asked him ... and she could never do that.
At midnight, with Bill and Judy sleeping in their respective rooms, Hal had got up suddenly from the sofa beside Arlene. He had virtually marched to the TV set and flicked off the Tonight Show.
"I want to go to bed!" he announced in his deep, even voice, a voice in harmony with his husky, virile build.
"All right, darling. You go ahead. I'll be there in a little while," she said.
He stood glaring down at her, weaving slightly because he'd been drinking vodka all evening, and she detected a savagery in his eyes totally unlike him.
"I want you to come with me, Arlene. I want us to make love like normal married people! Or are you going to put me off again?"
She didn't think she'd been putting him off. In fact, she felt he was the one who had been neglecting her. Several nights she'd been desperate for a good fuck, and he'd been too tired to oblige her. It was true that she wasn't in the mood for it at the moment, but she could tell by his fierce expression that argument would do no good.
In the bedroom they stood at opposite sides of the room and stripped. He came over to her then, and yanked her against him. Without even kissing her, he shoved her away from him so that she landed on the bed. He was upon her instantly, staring into her fearful eyes as he forced her legs apart and drove the head of his large erection against the unprepared fringes of her vagina.
"No!" she whispered.
But he pushed harder. She was hardly aroused at all, and the forceful jabbing of Hal's throbbing cock burned against her vulva. He pulled her thighs more widely apart, gripping the fleshy back portions as he shoved himself at her.
"Hal, no, not yet!" she whimpered, but already the head of his organ was inside the pained lips of her cunt. Tears filled her eyes; under the savage assault she felt defenseless; she tried not to sob, but she couldn't help it. Hal had never treated her this way.
"Open up, bitch! Fuck up at me!" he shouted.
"Shh! Please don't shout, they'll hear us!" she wept. "Please stop, it hurts!"
He paid no attention to her. He shoved his erection all the way in. Arlene clenched her teeth to keep from screaming. The almost-dry walls of her vagina rebelled against the rude intrusion, sending waves of agony to her confused brain.
She knew that he was drunk, and she knew why he was acting so cruelly. The stolen money, the terrible psychological strain. He was tormented and somehow this savage act ... this virtual rape ... was medicine for his inner wounds.
Even after the pain subsided, she felt little pleasure. But she spread her legs wide and lunged beneath him, bucking and churning like a mad whore. He was her husband and she loved him and this was what he needed. Three minutes after penetration he spewed his full load of searing sperm into her cunt. She was just beginning to feel the wild sexual urges start within her, but it was too late to reach an orgasm.
After another two minutes of gasping recuperation, he rolled over and immediately slept. Arlene remained awake for another hour trying not to cry, trying to understand.

End of Chapter 1..

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Chapter 2

The next night was Saturday. At seven Hal left for his bowling league. A half hour later, Judy came into the living room and sprawled out on the couch to wait for her boy friend. They were going to the movies.
Arlene was walking from the den to the kitchen when she spied her daughter on the sofa and stopped short.
"You're not going to wear that?" she admonished, scanning Judy's skin-tight stretch slacks and abbreviated blouse that left her exposed between her midriff and the top of her low-slung pants. Her blonde hair hung straight, cascading across her shoulders, not a hint of a curl anywhere.
"What's wrong with this?" Judy countered, not even bothering to look at her mother.
"It's god-awful!" was all Arlene could say.
There would have been a heated argument - the two often fought about what constituted proper dress for a sixteen-year-old girl - but the doorbell rang before the shouting began. It was Judy's boy friend, a tall, skinny kid with a babyish face, handsome in some atypical way. The boy barely stood inside the doorway, impatient for Judy to get her jacket. He mumbled an embarrassed "Glad to meet you" at Arlene.
Now Arlene was alone in the house except for Bill who was getting ready to leave in about fifteen minutes. She listened to the shower as Bill prepared himself. He and Ralph were going on a double-date, Ralph being a year older and having a driver's license.
Arlene sat in an easy chair and worried about her daughter. She hoped Judy wasn't going all the way with any of the boys she dated. Did her daughter have the common sense to say no? She was such a rebellious girl, but would she go so far as to let a boy have his way with her? The way Judy had been dressing of late, it was certain that every boy she dated was trying to get between those lovely young legs of hers. Would Judy let them do it? Arlene remembered how she had acted herself at her daughter's age. Frequently she would park with a boy and kiss for hours, and a few times she had let a guy work his finger around the outside of her panties (once she had even come that way!). But that was the extent of her sexual activity, and she hoped it was the extent of Judy's, too. Her mind drifted from Judy to Bill and she wondered whether her son had ever laid a girl. She hoped he hadn't because he might get serious about a girl, and he was too young for that. Besides there was always the danger of getting a girl pregnant. But mostly she was concerned about her daughter's chastity. A willing girl could always find a partner; it was far more difficult for a boy. She thought it was highly unlikely that her son had ever experienced intercourse.

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Bill turned off the faucet and stepped out of the shower. He had told his mother he was going on a double-date with Ralph, but that was a lie. He couldn't very well tell her the truth, that he was going next door to fuck Sam Carter's wife. Barbara Carter ... Jesus, what a piece of ass! Up until she'd seduced him a year ago, he had only laid one girl and the lone experience hadn't been very satisfying. But since Barbara and he had been screwing - they met an average of twice a week - his sex life had reached explosive proportions. He'd fucked more girls recently than he could count, not just high school chicks, but a few college girls and a couple of married women as well. All thanks to Barbara and the technique she'd taught him. In spite of the incredible variety of female sex partners he'd had of late, he never tired of fucking Barbara. He was sure glad that her husband Sam had to be away on business so often. Good old Sam!
He smiled at himself in the mirror while combing his hair.
He admired himself. Barbara kept telling him how handsome he was and how much he turned her on. He sucked in his breath, forcing his chest outward. He was well developed for his age. Muscular, five-ten, one hundred sixty-five pounds. There was almost no hair to be found on his chest, but for Barbara, he knew, this fact added to his youthful appeal. He brushed his teeth, and then added a few touches of his father's cologne to his neck and cheeks. He dressed.
He was ready.
In the living room his mother told him to have a good time. He nodded and left. After walking up the block, he circled and returned down the alley, passing his own back yard, leaping the Carter fence and going to the back door. He went directly in. Many times Barbara had warned him not to knock because the sound might rouse the neighbors.
There was no light inside, and he wondered whether she was home, but then he heard her voice, calm and sexy, and felt his way toward the point of its origin.
"Over here, Billy. Don't turn any lights on, just come here!"
When he reached the edge of the couch, he could hear her breathing softly beneath him. She struck a match to light a cigarette (or perhaps the cigarette was just an excuse for striking the match) and he saw her. All of her. Barbara's nude body was so exciting that it stirred his penis into an instant erection. She was positioned lewdly, one ankle draped over the back of the couch, the other foot planted flat on the deep pile carpet. Her pussy was wide open, the lips puffy, a glistening hint of moisture there. Her nipples were already hard, standing out atop her firm white breasts. Her long black hair was scattered about on a throw pillow, and her face looked young, younger even than her actual twenty-six years. She blew out the match, leaving the impression of her lovely nude figure to linger in Bill's mind.
She took only one puff from the cigarette, giggled and blotted it out in an ashtray.
"Come down here and kiss me!" she whispered.
He knelt on the carpet and leaned so that his torso was over the edge of the couch. His mouth met hers immediately, and he sucked on her moist, parted lips before allowing his tongue to venture into her. Their tongues slid wetly against each other, toying, caressing. With the tip of his tongue, Bill wandered across her inner cheeks, along the roof of her mouth, over her small straight teeth. Then he stuck his tongue down as deep as it would go, aggressively, the way she had taught him. They sucked avidly at each other. He could feel her hot breath quickening as she licked and swallowed, happy soft purrs of pleasure floating up from her.
While the kiss continued, he reached for her and rubbed his hand across her trim belly, up until he touched her nearest breast. Tenderly he stroked the underside, then felt his way up to the swollen nipple. Between his thumb and forefinger he tweaked it, and she squirmed around recklessly on her ass and moaned louder.
God, thought Bill, she's really hot for it tonight!
Suddenly she put a hand on each of his shoulders and shoved him back, breaking the kiss. Feverishly, she said, "Let's fuck now, Bill! I got so hot waiting for you to come over that I'll come right away if you put it in me. Fuck me as hard and as fast as you can and then we'll rest and talk for a while and later we can do it slow and proper. How does that sound?"
While she'd been talking, her hand had reached out to unzip his fly. With able fingers she had extracted his erect young cock and had worked her hand softly around the tip, making his juice gather there and smear her palm.
"Fine," he said in response to her question.
He was eager to drown his prick in her sopping channel, and a quick wild fuck sounded like just the right way to get the night started.
He began to loosen his belt, but she stopped him by sternly commanding, "No, leave your clothes on! Get down here and fuck me, hurry!"
She held onto his penis which jutted out through the slit in his underwear. She didn't let go even when he stepped back toward the other end of the couch. The ooze from his pulsating prick was lubricating her entire hand now, and his lust was so intense that he felt the sperm aching in his balls and wondered whether he would accidentally come in her hand. One thing he knew for certain - this fuck wasn't going to last very long. But that was apparently what both of them wanted. A quick fuck. No preliminaries. No holding back.
Bill positioned one knee between Barbara's legs. He then reached up and grabbed the calf of the leg which was resting on the sofa-back. He repositioned her so that both her feet were on the seat portion of the sofa. Then he brought his other knee up so that he was kneeling entirely between her open thighs. He could see the vaguest outline of her now, his eyes having become accustomed to the dark. Her mouth was open, emitting harsh gasps of anticipation. One arm was flung wantonly above her head, the other extended toward him as she still fondled his stiff penis.
Suddenly she lifted her legs into the air, placing one heel behind each of his buttocks and using her strong leg muscles to draw him toward her vagina. She arched her hips off the cushions, letting her full weight rest on her back and shoulders. The hand that had been above her head came to rest just above her vulva, and she used her long, slender fingers to spread her cunt lips. With the other hand she pulled his erection toward her soaked entrance. Her heels dug more forcefully into his ass, drawing him nearer, nearer.
The first hot contact of his penis against the sensitized flesh of her cunt caused her to cry out - a long wailing cry of lust and abandon. Bill fell forward on top of her, supporting himself with an elbow on either side of her head. He could barely feel her taut nipples scraping lightly against his chest, only the thin fabric of his shirt between their flesh.
Her hand slid farther down his cock, leaving the tip alone while grasping the base and making slow stirring motions so that the rubbery head teased its way into the suctioning gateway to her vagina.
"Oh, God! Shove it in all the way! Fuck me, Billy!" she raved. "Now, now, now! Jam it in all the way!"
Her heels now locked behind him, her feet scraping over the abrasive cloth of his trousers, caressing his ass, pulling him into her.
The youth's penis was an inch inside her when he decided to plunge into her heated tunnel with one swift powerful stroke. He flung himself at her, a furious lunge of his hips that caused his testicles to slap against the bottom of his fly, only the cotton shield of his underwear preventing injury to his delicate balls. His pelvis smacked against hers, and she howled in pleasure, relishing the feel of the fully clothed boy against her hot naked skin. She was even aroused by the cold feel of his open zipper rubbing against her moist inner thighs.

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Bill held the position for several seconds, savoring the feel of her clasping sheath which already made tiny convulsions around his hardened organ. Her hand was wedged between their groins, having had to release his penis when he'd jammed it into her. When Bill drew back so that his cock was only an inch deep in her vagina, Barbara brought the hand up to join her other which had just begun to fondle and tease her breasts.
Bill drove into the sex-maddened housewife. She whimpered. He drew back and plunged again, then again. Soon he was fucking her crazily, her hips jamming up and down on the sofa, his trousered thighs slapping against her. His pace quickly built to the maximum possible and he was thrusting into her once every second.
A continuous outflow of lewd words began to pour from her lips. "That's it, Billy! Yes, yes, fuck, yes! Fuck me so hard, lover, make me go crazy! Yes, lover, yes, fuck me! Oh, God, fuck me! Yes, fuck me! Fuck me, fuck me!"
Her words were an erotic spur to both of them. She wiggled more fervently beneath him, and he continued his lunging without losing his timing, without faltering on a single stroke. Beneath them the cushions bounced like ocean waves, and several times their frantic movements almost sent them tumbling to the carpet.
Bill felt the sperm boiling within him, his climax only a minute or so away. Slipping his hand beneath her perspiring buttocks, he searched for her anus. It was only then that he realized that Barbara had just reached beneath her with her own hand and that one slender forefinger was already imbedded in her tight resilient asshole. His fingers grazed the back of her hand, lingering there and feeling her tiny bones wiggle as she stirred her rectum with her deep-thrust digit.
His fucking continued ceaselessly. He delighted in the animal heat that radiated from the delirious woman beneath him. He could feel the thin sheen of perspiration that painted her body. His own clothes were wet as a result of his own toiling. Beneath him he could make out the faint outline of her mouth as it opened and closed like that of a gasping fish on the beach. Hot words continued to flow from her lips, less distinct now because of her raging passion.
"Ffaaa ... yeah, oh, ooo, yeah, ffaaa-fuckkk! Fuck me, Billy! Oh, I'm going to make it! Don't stop! Fuck, fuck, fuck fuck fuckfuckfuckfaaaaa ..." she wailed, her whole body beginning to tense and tighten.
She threw her legs into the air, bicycling with them, then pointing them stiff and toward the ceiling. Her stomach tightened. She gasped hotly into Bill's face. Her hand rubbed lightning-fast across her breasts while one finger of her other hand dug deeply into her clenching anus. She gritted her teeth and unleashed a wild, demented scream so shrill that it echoed in Bill's ears.
She twisted and strained, stretching her legs in the agony of pending release.
Bill was on the verge, too. His testicles ached with the need for ejaculation. His juices were about to boil over into the steaming recess of Barbara's cunt.
"Now, baby, now!" she cried. "Aaahhhfaaauucck! I'm coming nowww! Nownownow, give me your sperm, your jiz, yes, come inside me, flood me, yesyes! Oh, gaawwddd! Nnnowwwwwww! Ahhggaaaa!"
After that her words were indistinguishable. She came like a mad bitch, rocking and jerking and hissing hot inhuman sounds.
Bill's semen was suddenly shooting from him, one hot sticky blast after another scalding the deepest parts of Barbara's vagina. Her convulsions continued, her own juices seeping from her cuntal walls and mixing with the boy's spouting sperm. The concoction of spewed lust liquid overflowed from the throbbing ridges of Barbara's cunt, creaming her thighs, trickling warmly over the finger which she still held imbedded in her ass, dripping to the cushions of the sofa to join several other such blotches which had been deposited by the same couple over the past year.
With the last, weakest blast of sperm having jetted from his penis, Bill collapsed upon the gasping woman. They lay limply for several minutes before Barbara got the strength to whisper, "It was beautiful, Billy, just beautiful! God, it was just what I needed, lover!"

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A quarter of an hour later they both lay on the bed naked. Their heads were propped up on the same pillow, and they were talking. It was the usual subject. Barbara wanted to know whom he had screwed lately, how and where. Six months ago when she'd first pried the intimate details of his sex encounter with a cheerleader from his reluctant brain, he had been shy and withdrawn. But when he discovered what an explosive erotic effect his accounts had on her, he became more willing. And by now he enjoyed recounting his sexual exploits almost as much as Barbara enjoyed hearing about them.
She had just asked him if he had laid anyone during the past five days (it had been five days since they had been together, but now Barbara's husband was scheduled out of town on business for the next week, and she and Bill planned to take advantage of the situation). Bill confessed that he had been intimate with Molly Littleton two days ago.
"Molly Littleton!" Barbara exclaimed. "How did you ever get that stuck-up bitch to spread her legs for you?"
Bill recounted in detail how he had been driving along old Highway 8 Thursday night. Even though he didn't have a driver's license, he had asked to borrow Ralph's car for an hour and Ralph had consented. He was on his way to a girl friend's house when he had spotted Molly's car stranded on the side of the road. He'd pulled up behind the vehicle. Since there was so little traffic on the old road at night, Molly had been pleased to see the car stop to assist her. She had been frightened though, because she was alone and defenseless and she had no idea what sort of stranger had stopped to aid her. When she recognized Bill, her good friend Arlene French's son, her anxiety subsided. Molly's problem was that she had two flat tires simultaneously. She had evidently run across a long board with nails which they found several yards down the roadway. Bill had offered to drive her home, but in the front seat of Ralph's car their eyes met and something came over him and he kissed her. He'd expected her to fight like a wildcat and he'd been astounded when she actually returned the kiss.
"Didn't she fight you off at all?" Barbara wanted to know. She reached into his lap and began to gently fondle Bill's partially erect penis.
"Not really. Oh, when I got her panties down she started complaining about how she was a married woman and how wrong it was, but she never tried to stop me. I guess she needed it real bad."
While Bill related how Molly had turned into a wanton bitch and practically raped him, Barbara continued to stroke his thickening cock. In the midst of his account, he reached across to her and placed a hand between her thighs, toying with the sperm-drenched folds of her vagina.
She was panting audibly when his account ended with, "Old Molly was crying awful bad when I got her home. She felt so guilty she didn't even say good-bye."
"Good," Barbara said. "I'm glad the bitch got what was coming to her. Maybe she won't act so high and mighty after this."
There was a short silence while Barbara debated whether or not to say something that was on her mind.
"Billy?" she said in a whisper.
"What?"
"I got screwed this afternoon." She said the words matter-of-factly, studying his face to see what his reaction might be.
Bill had often wondered whether Barbara got her extramarital thrills with any other males besides himself. He had long wanted to ask, but had never mustered the nerve. Now, having unexpectedly heard the confession from her, he felt an undeniable twinge of jealousy. The jealousy was short-lived, though, and in its place came a surge of arousal. His cock hardened fully in her delicate hand.
"You want me to tell you about it?" she coaxed.
"I don't care," he mumbled.
"Yes, you care. Your cock just got good and stiff, lover, because it excites you to think about me doing it, just like it excites me to think about you. Tell me you want to hear about it."
He almost spoke, then held silent.
"Tell me you want to hear it and I'll give you every juicy detail." She felt his fingers screwing more vigorously into her hot cunt.
"Do you want to hear all about it? Everything?" she asked.
"Yes!" he whispered.
"Then ask me. Ask me anything you want to know."
Bill hesitated, then formed the words he wanted.
"Who'd you do it with?"
"Some salesman. I don't know his name."
The thought of Barbara fucking some salesman whose name she didn't know sent waves of lust through Bill's mind. He began to roll his hips beneath her expert caresses. His penis was oozing lubricant into her warm hand. In a voice choked with emotion and much deeper than normal, he said, "Wh-where did he do it to you?"
"Right here on this bed," Barbara said, thrilling to the obvious passion which her confession was lighting in her young lover.
"Tell me!" he whispered, his voice almost pleading.
"He was good," she confided. "But not as good as you." This last statement was a lie. The salesman had blown Barbara's mind in a way she hadn't experienced for years.
"Did he make you come?"
Barbara began to writhe as Bill's fingers sent shivers of desire up her spine. He was flicking at the flowered-out lips of her cunt and across her excited clitoris.
"Yes, he did. Oh, God, yes!" Barbara answered, remembering how she had nearly fainted that afternoon when the salesman had first fucked her to orgasm. Then, so as not to sound too enthusiastic, she said in a more controlled voice, "Yes, he made me come."
"How many times did you fuck each other?" Bill's words were becoming more breathy as Barbara continued to stroke his stiff penis. He ran his fingers briskly through her cunt hairs, the sticky feel of her vagina adding to his incredible lust.
"We fucked three times," she said simply. She was enjoying his questions and didn't want to volunteer any more information than the queries called for.
"Did he ... did he fuck you in the ass?"
"Yesss!" she hissed, beginning to feel wild and whorish as the tremors of excitement peppered her heaving belly.
This last admission of hers was almost too much for the lust-crazed Bill to take. Her confessions, coupled with the agonizing way she was teasing and rubbing his prick, sent him near the verge of climax.
He was squirming frantically now. No one else had ever been able to duplicate for him the kind of hand-job Barbara was capable of.
"Do you want me to jack you off, Billy?" she whispered in his ear.
"Yeah ... no, I want something else?"
"What else?"
"I want to do what the salesman did to you this afternoon."
She knew immediately what he meant, but she wanted him to say it. "What do you mean?" she asked, pretending naivete.
"I want to fuck your ass, Barbara, let me!" he breathed excitedly into her face.
They had tried anal intercourse only rarely, less than a dozen times in the year they'd been having the affair.
It was exactly what they both wanted at the moment, though, and Barbara whimpered, "Yes, Billy, fuck me, fuck my ass! Let's do it now."
They shared a short french kiss, then she leaped from the bed, rounded the mattress and fell to her knees on the carpet. She crawled forward until the corner of the mattress was wedged between her thighs. Then, still kneeling on the floor, she leaned forward until her breasts rested on the bed. Her head lay sideways, the bedcover feeling soft against her cheek. Her raven hair was tossed above her head as she waited for Bill to come around behind her. Suddenly he was there, kneeling in back of her, his knees inside her own on the carpet. He leaned over her and she felt his hot breath on her back. She squirmed, and her movement caused more pressure as the corner of the mattress rubbed against her throbbing clitoris.
Behind her Bill eyed the target of his lust. The dark anus with its tightly closed entrance, wrinkles fanning out in all directions from its center.
"Do it, damn it, I can't wait any more!" Barbara pleaded.
Bill used one hand to guide his erection against the outer edge of her asshole. She mewled when she felt the contact. Then, brutally, he thrust his hips forward. Because she had fingered the passage during their earlier fuck, she felt only a mild amount of agony as the penis ground into her.
She moaned, "Ahhh, oh, oohhh, easy, lover, go easy."
But a few seconds later she became accustomed to the feeling of the invading phallus. "Now!" she screamed. "Shove it in deeper! Bury it in me! Fuck!"
Bill exerted more pressure, feeling his prick forge its way into her rectum. Her ass muscles involuntarily rebelled against the entry, convulsing and trying futilely to expel the intruding penis.
Finally Bill had it all the way in her, and Barbara immediately began to squirm, bucking back against his cock and gasping hotly. She deliberately rubbed her juicy vagina against the corner of the bed and the sensation caused by the firm mattress against her clitoris made her go mad with sexual frenzy. She fucked insanely, screaming, swearing. And for Bill and Barbara this was just the beginning of a long week of excitement.
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While Bill fucked Barbara with guiltless abandon, his mother was alone next door hating herself as her fingers crept across her belly in search of her vagina.

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Chapter 3

It was Wednesday of the following week when the police came.
Hal had just got home from work and was in the bedroom changing. Arlene answered the door. As soon as they identified themselves, she felt her head begin to grow light and she knew that the color was draining from her face. She knew why they had come. It was because of the money Hal had stolen from his office. The two men were polite to her as they stood in the entrance hall, but their voices seemed remote, their words sounding as if they were coming through a cold steel tunnel. When Hal came out of the bedroom, the police arrested him. As they escorted him from the house, his head was cast downward. His eyes failed to meet Arlene's even once, and he didn't speak a single word. His usually proud, manly posture seemed somehow less imposing, his slow walk marked by dejection and defeat. Bill and Judy watched incredulously as their father left.

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Hal French, his head hung down in silence, listened as the judge passed sentence upon him. The trial had taken only a few hours; the judge's guilty verdict had come swiftly. Because Hal's employer was somewhat sympathetic toward the plight of the long-time servant, only a small portion of the money stolen was reported. The charge had been petty theft rather than grand theft. Hal heard the judge decree a term of one month in the county jail and an additional ten-month period of probation. It was a less severe sentence than he or Arlene had expected.
Arlene rose from her seat in the courtroom upon hearing the sentence. She went forward to where her husband stood and threw herself in his arms. They kissed briefly, and she wondered how she was going to survive these next thirty days without him. Moreover she wondered how she could face her friends and neighbors, and she wondered whether Hal would ever be able to get another job. What would become of him? What would the future be like? Would they ever be a proud mother and father again - proud of their children and themselves? She said good-bye to Hal softly, trying not to show just how shattered and undignified she felt standing in the middle of the courtroom. She promised him she would take good care of their son and daughter, and, of course, she promised to be faithful.
It was shortly after midnight, less than a week after Hal had begun spending his month in jail. Arlene lay in bed, restless, trying to sleep. Judy was in her brother's room, sitting on the edge of his bed, talking while his hand rode delicately up and down her soft inner thigh.
This wasn't the first time Bill and Judy had been in bed together. Frequently they shared intimate caresses, stroking, kissing, hugging each other. Never had they experienced intercourse, and neither of them had ever expressed a desire to do so. But they both felt something warm and rewarding about their open, loving relationship. They talked often of their most personal problems and feelings. For Judy, Bill was the only person in the world to really communicate with on a deep level. They had always been close to each other, squabbling less than the average brother and sister, showing compassion and empathy even years ago. It seemed only natural to them both the first time they had fondled each other - and it seemed natural now.
"Mmm!" Judy purred at her brother's touch.
He sat with his legs crossed Indian-style, the mattress creaking beneath him whenever he shifted his weight. Judy had her feet on the carpet, her legs stretched out leisurely in front of her as she thrilled to Bill's gentle stroking of her thigh. They were facing the same direction, Judy staring across the room, glimpsing herself and her brother in a mirror which was mounted atop a dresser. The very dim nightlight seemed to make everything sensuous and erotic.
Bill leaned forward to breathe down the back of Judy's neck, causing her to shiver happily.
Judy fixed her gaze into the mirror, admiring the way her fifteen-year-old brother's muscles bulged through the thin fabric of his pajamas. His long hair really turned her on. God, she thought, he's going to make some girl one hell of a husband some day! He really has a gorgeous body. And then she stared at herself, too, noting how sexy she looked with her legs outstretched, and the transparent nightie clinging gently to her hips and breasts. She breathed hotly.
"She's a fantastic lay," Bill whispered in answer to an earlier question. He was referring to Barbara, the wife next door. For the past fifteen minutes he and his sister had been freely discussing each other's recent sex experiences. It was no secret that they both got turned on hearing about those intimate things which the average uptight brother and sister never talked about.
"I'll bet she is!" Judy said, squirming suddenly as Bill's finger went higher, nearly touching the bushy hair around her vagina. She wanted him to touch her cunt. His teasing caresses were making her crazy.

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But he continued to tease while describing in detail his most recent fucking of their neighbor. During the account, his fingers dipped several times into the sopping-wet clutching lips of Judy's cunt. But he never left his hand there for more than two seconds. He was tormenting her deliberately, and she knew that sooner or later she would beg him to rub her clitoris, just the way she had begged so many other times. They would probably end up like always, their hands busy on each other's genitals, bringing each other to orgasm.
There was something special on Judy's mind, though, and she wanted to talk to her brother about it before her lust made her too hot to think.
It was the reason she had slipped into Bill's room so late at night.
These past several days she had witnessed further deterioration of her mother's emotional state. The woman never smiled, she bitched more about the way Judy dressed and the length of Bill's hair. Her whole world was broken into tiny bits, and she seemed to have nothing left to live for. She never talked about Hal's arrest, yet that seemed to be the only thing on her mind. But she's so pretty, Judy thought, and so young just thirty-three - and it's not too late for her to live a more rewarding life! Despite the ideological differences between her and her mother, Judy truly loved the woman. Tonight Judy had thought again of the outrageous scheme she had devised at the recent party by the lake. The way to broaden her mother's mind was through sex. She had learned from a psychology book the importance sex plays in developing a well-balanced personality. And she knew from observing the girls in her class. Those who were leading open, honest sex lives were always happiest and more tolerant of other people and things. Those who were still virgins or who felt guilty about their sex experiences were unhappy and insecure about other things. Her mother, Judy felt, fitted into this latter category. She was unhappy, bitchy, conservative and strict because she had never had a really satisfying sexual experience. And Judy intended to do something about this. She knew exactly the right male to seduce her mother - Ralph Young, handsome, experienced Ralph. Judy had taken careful note of the sex-hungry way Arlene had eyed Ralph whenever he visited Bill. Judy would bet a month's allowance that her mother thought about Ralph when she masturbated. And her mother did masturbate. Several times at night when her father was away, Judy had heard Arlene alone in bed gasping in sexual heat. Yes, Ralph was just the person to fuck Arlene right out of her uptight mind and into sensual awareness.
"Bill, I've got to talk about something serious!" Judy said, half panting as she brought her legs tightly together in an effort to stop her brother from petting her for the time being.
"What is it, Sis?" His hand was trapped between the overheated flesh of her thighs. He stopped his movements and waited for her to answer.
"It's about Mom," she whispered.
"What about her?" Bill grumbled, somewhat irritated at this sudden and unexpected change of subject.
Judy shifted around, drawing her feet up off the floor and repositioning herself on the bed. She sat facing her brother, her knees drawn up to her breasts and her arms wrapped around her shins for support. Bill's hand had been forced to leave the area of her thighs, and he now sat cross-legged, his hands limp and to his sides, looking at his sister in her see-through nightie.
"Don't you see how unhappy Mom's been lately?" Judy probed.
"Yeah, I guess so."
"Why do you think that is?"
Bill didn't like it when his sister took on a pretense of superiority and peppered him with probing questions, but he knew she was trying to get at something, so he answered. "Because of Dad's being in jail and her being alone ..."
"No!" Judy interrupted. "That's only a small part of it. She isn't getting enough sex, that's her problem."
A small frown gathered on Bill's forehead as he considered this last statement. He never thought about his mother's sex life. In fact, the concept of his mother in bed fucking made him uneasy. And yet, here was his pretty sister bringing the subject right into the open as if it were the most natural thing in the world. He thought about what Judy had said. His mother wasn't getting enough sex. Yes, now that Judy had blurted out the words, it seemed perfectly obvious to him. But where was this conversation leading? What would his sister say next?
She said nothing at all for a while. Bill's eyes timidly traveled up from her legs where he'd been staring. His glance crossed her jutting breasts and lifted more until he was looking her straight in the eyes. There was a certain electricity passing between them. They had always been able to talk guiltlessly about sexual matters. But this - this sexual matter about their own mother presented a new barrier. But the barrier was crumbling. As they stared deeply into each other's eyes, a new understanding formed between them. Simultaneously, knowing smiles formed on their lips.
"What our mother needs is ..." Judy said at last, letting her voice fade into silence.
They giggled then, happily, suddenly, and together they finished Judy's sentence: "A GOOD FUCK!"

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They began to laugh hysterically, trying to stifle their gleeful giggles, but barely succeeding. It was all so outrageous and wicked, but they had said the words together, and now it was right out there in the open. Their mother needed a good fuck. They had agreed on it. And now it was easy for Judy to tell Bill about the plan she had, how she and her brother would go somewhere tomorrow night, and how Ralph would come to the house to seduce their mother.
Even as she was spilling out the plan to her somewhat uneasy but attentive brother, his hand had again gone between her legs and she had opened her knees to let him play with her. His fingers did not tease around her inner thighs this time. Instead he placed a finger directly on her vagina. She gasped as she felt his touch against her wildly excited clitoris, and she spread her legs still wider. She reciprocated instantly, her hand going to the front of his pajamas and finding his cock pushing up at the thin material.
She squeezed tightly.
"Ah, Sis!" he cried.
"You want to make me come, baby brother?" she teased.
He hated to be called baby brother except at times like this. Under these circumstances, his sister's words meant something different. She meant baby brother in a loving, deeply sexual way, and he thrilled to the hot tone of her voice.
"Take your pajamas off, baby brother!" she whispered, her eyes still fixed heatedly on his. Her lips were open, her tongue making sexual circuits of her mouth.
Bill withdrew his hand from Judy's warm cunt. He undid the buttons along the front of his pajama shirt. Then he discarded the garment and rolled back onto his shoulders, his legs in the air while he worked his pants up across his knees, over his feet and off. As he stripped, Judy pulled her nightie over her head and flung it aside to join his pajamas on the floor.
Again they stared at each other for a long moment, their eyes magnetized by passion.
Judy's gaze dropped. She saw his hugely erect penis and couldn't restrain a hot gurgle from forming in her throat. She reached for the cock, felt it ooze sticky liquid into her palm as she stroked it. Her brother lay flat on his back, and she crawled up beside him while continuing to hold his penis. She kissed him. It was a wet, savage kiss that conveyed to him exactly how horny she really felt. Judy couldn't remember ever feeling so turned on. It always got her excited when she touched her own brother's erection, but tonight she was especially horny. The long discussion with Bill during which he had told her how he had fucked Barbara next door and she had related the way in which she acted at the cabin - that made her plenty hot. And his skillful petting coupled with the lewd talk about getting Ralph to fuck their mother - it was too much. She was one solid hunk of seething, tingling female flesh.
While she kissed her brother, she leaned into him. She straightened her legs to parallel his. Her pelvis pressed against his hip, her vagina slid against the top of his nearest thigh. The sensation was overpowering. Like a feverish whore she began to rock up and down against him. The pressure she exerted caused her cunt lips to open and suck onto his flesh as she squirmed.
She squeezed his cock harder and moved up and down against his leg with wilder determination. She wanted to fuck herself against her brother's thigh, fuck fast and furious until she came. The bed made crazy noises of protest which blended with her gasps and his.
"I'm so hot! Oh, Billy, you'd never believe how hot I am!" she murmured into his open mouth.
He responded by looping his hips madly off the mattress, fucking up at her clutching hand.
Her cunt lips grew more puffy as she rubbed them against his thigh, and it seemed like the syrupy liquid would never stop flooding out of her vagina. She thought, God, I've never been so wet! What's happening to me? She positioned herself more on top of him, mashing her breasts wildly into his chest. She threw one leg up over his thigh so that one knee was between his legs. She was now able to grind straight down upon his thigh, applying more pressure. Sparks of erotic sensation danced in her brain. She french kissed Bill so hotly that they both found trouble breathing.
Then she wiggled up a little higher and worked her way more to the center of his body so that his cock touched the hot edge of her cunt.
Had it happened accidentally? Judy wondered. Or had she done it on purpose? Was it possible that in her madly aroused condition she had deliberately guided her brother's erection against her cunt? Had she subconsciously wanted her brother's hot young penis pressed against her passion-soaked vulva?
Did she want to get fucked by her own brother?

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She didn't have any answers. She only knew she was going crazy with the feel of his penis touching between her legs. She told herself silently to move away, to reposition herself so she could again work her cunt up and down against his thigh. But she felt physically unable to comply with her own wishes. She held her body perfectly still, only her hand moving. As she squeezed along the thick trunk of his cock, she felt the crown bulging out against the swollen lips of her sensitized vulva.
Wrestling her tongue aside with his own, Bill managed to blurt, "Put it in, Sis!"
Her brother's direct plea only served to augment her already incredible lust. A throbbing dizziness engulfed her brain. Still, she couldn't put his penis inside her - she just couldn't. But why not? She'd done everything else with Bill besides fuck him. Why not that, too? Why not ...
Incest! No, she couldn't bring herself to do it. Even though her body craved to be fucked, ached and lusted as it never had before, she couldn't make the simple twist of her wrist that would have guided her brother's rock-hard cock into her flooded and tingling vagina.
He lunged up at her, and her instant response was to push down on his cock until it was mashed flat against his belly with no chance of making the penetration. She felt more of his semen escape onto her fingers as she pressed hard.
"Please, Sis!" he whined.
She pulled her mouth back from his and stared into his desperate eyes.
"I can't," she gasped.
"Why? Fuck me, Sis, please, fuck me! Why not?"
That same question - why? Why did she feel so reluctant to initiate the act? Intellectually, she saw nothing wrong with it. Was she being prudish? If it wasn't wrong, why was she denying herself something she wanted so badly?
"I can't wait, Sis! I gotta fuck you! Please!"
Beneath her he arched his body, struggling to free his imprisoned cock from her hand. His fingers went behind her thighs, then around, then up until they slid around the gooey rear area of her vagina.
She hissed hotly down on him. She whimpered, and her hips began to squirm from side to side.
"Please, just this once!" Bill begged.
"I'll jack you off instead," she said, her words coming in broken wheezes of passion.
"No!"
"Yes, let me jack you off, baby brother, and you can come all over me and ..."
"Please!" His voice was becoming higher in pitch. "Put it in! I just gotta fuck you, Judy!"
She continued to shift her weight. The thick bottom end of his erection rubbed back and forth against her cunt lips, making her gasp hotly. The pressure was teasing her clitoris, making the knob ache for release.
"We can suck each other!" she whispered as a last resort, her voice almost obliterated because of her harsh panting.
"Fuck!" he hissed. He had tried to utter a full sentence, but that was the only word that had come out. He said it once more, more forcefully.
"You're my brother!" she said.
"So what?" His response was immediate.
So what! The words cut like a hot sword into Judy's brain. Why was she being so irrational? She prided herself on her logic; her classmates looked to her for leadership. And here she was acting like her mother - putting restrictions on herself without any logical reason. And here was her own brother, whom she considered less mature than herself mentally, making a mockery of her inhibitions. So what, he had said. So what if he was her brother. She did want to fuck him. She was hot out of her skull. Her whole body was alive with desire, her breath coming in chaotic spurts, her vagina soaked with the evidence of her need.
She repositioned her body without really thinking about it. She slid up several inches and loosened the firm downward pressure of her hand against Bill's penis. Once again, the head of his cock brushed the puffed-out folds of her vulva, as an ultra-hot surge of lust swept up her spine.
"Yeah! Do it, Sis! Shove it in!"
She was almost beyond control now. Yet, from her quivering lips came the words, "Just around the outside! I'll let you rub it around the outside of my pussy!"
But Bill was too aroused to compromise. He twisted his hips in an effort to jam his penis into his sister's overheated channel. His wrists were tight against the backs of her thighs, his fingers holding the lips of her pussy wide open.
Despite Judy's whimpering protests, she held her legs wide open and secretly hoped that his cock would thrust into her cunt - maybe just an inch or so, and then she could expel it right away.
His erection battered against the opening of her vagina. The whole head of it sank in for a split second. The agonizing thrill was more than Judy had expected, and she cried out hotly. But then, because they were both squirming so frantically, the crown slipped back out and rested against her vulva just below her clitoris.
She looked down at her brother's face and saw the raw, twisted lust written on him. His mouth gaped open once, but he said nothing.
Then he was pleading, "Judy! Please, oh, Sis, let me fuck you! I'll do anything! Please!"
The feel of his cock raking back and forth across her clitoris as he swiveled his hips was too much for Judy to endure. She knew the fight was over, and she was glad. She splayed her legs still wider until her toes were digging into the sheets on each side of his ankles.
"All right!" she hissed. "I'm going to fuck you, little brother! I'm going to fuck you like crazy! Just tonight, just this once and never again!"

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Then she threw her whole weight down on him, covering his mouth with a jamming soul kiss while her hand helped his erection slip into the unbelievably wet pit between her thighs.
"Oh, yes!" she groaned as the staff glided into her slit.
He was all the way in. They froze for ten seconds, growing accustomed to the feel of each other. Then Judy began to move. She lifted her ass and slammed her belly down against him. She screwed hard and briskly, panting both from arousal and exertion. She was powerless to oppose the storm of sexual bliss that consumed her. All her energy, her every twitch and quiver, was directed against her brother's hard young cock. She wanted it. She wanted his sperm to fill her, to overflow and mingle with her own juices. She wanted to give Billy one hell of a ride; she wanted him to know just how good a fuck she really was.
Their tongues stirred about in each other's mouth. They moaned with their lips sucking together. Judy's tits tickled deliciously as she brushed them against Bill's soft, sweating chest.
"Give it to me, Billy!" she wailed. "Fuck your come right up into me!"
He was jerking spastically beneath her. It thrilled her to know how hot she was making him. She clutched with her cunt, making him moan louder and squirm.
She spread her legs wider than she thought possible, the muscles screaming silently in her thighs. Her toenails scratched viciously across the sheets. Her arms flung up above their heads, her fingers curling into the pillow.
"Keep fucking, Sis!" His cry was followed by a long, inhuman groan that sent a thrill sailing up Judy's spine.
His fingers still spread her cunt open wide while he jammed himself into her. His thumbs played with her anus, one wedging into the spongy opening and making her scream in tormented ecstasy.
"Ah, ahh, aahhh! Fuck me, baby brother! Fuck me, fuck me! I'm going to come already! You, too! Yes, come too, Billy! Come, come, come, come!" The sound of her own heated words mingling with Bill's bellowing gasps excited Judy beyond belief. She had never known such sexual hunger. Her whole self seemed aflame; every inch of her quaking, perspiring body seemed to crave release.
Then her orgasm was upon her - a thunderous, straining climax that sent her bucking around like a demented whore on top of her horny brother.
She stretched out stiffly, her fingernails ripping through the pillowcase, her hair hanging down into Bill's contorted face, perspiration running wildly from her forehead. Her cunt clasped and contracted, milking at the rapidly driving penis.
Bill cried piteously and arched his body rigidly at her. He came.
"Oh, Sis, now! I'm shooting it in you!" he grunted.
She bit lightly against his lips, feeling the blast of sperm crash with great force against the inner walls of her convulsing pussy. She whimpered, then screamed.
"Yes, yes, yes, fuck, fuck, fuck!" she sobbed. And she kept coming.
His sperm spilled out of her pussy in a hot river, gushing down over her thighs and his testicles, dampening the sheets. And she continued to climax right along with him, her mind oblivious to everything but sex as she made stiff, jitterish movements with her hips and blurted out her passion in throaty sobs. She clenched her buttocks around his probing thumbs and howled in pleasure as his fingers played around the edges of her throbbing cunt where the juices spilled out.
"It's so good!" she finally managed to say when the heat of her climax had ebbed somewhat. The last waves of their orgasms faded, and they were left lying limply, gasping, their muscles lifeless.
They parted finally, but she didn't leave his bedroom. They talked about the plan, scheming how Bill would approach Ralph with the request that the boy seduce their mother. It was so deliciously thrilling, lying naked in bed with her younger brother, talking about it.
Ten minutes after they had finished their first fuck, Judy spread her legs so that Bill could climb above her. She hadn't really believed they would never do it again.

* * *

Arlene had thought she'd heard strange noises coming from Bill's room, but she was too wound up in her own lust to investigate.
Her dirty little fantasy was recurring, causing her to drive her fingers powerfully into her aroused vagina as she rolled between the sheets. She couldn't help herself. It was happening again and she couldn't stop it.
"Ralph!" she whispered hoarsely, tossing about beneath her own expert caresses. "Fuck me, Ralph! Fuck me!"

[jusrassic]

Arlene tried to pretend her husband was merely away on business, but her mind refused to be tricked. She felt empty and lonely.
Hal was in jail.
She couldn't imagine how he was coping with the situation. Such a proud, upstanding man. Did he exchange friendly talk with the other prisoners? Or did he simply keep his eyes cast low and never speak at all? These thoughts pained Arlene so much that she forced her mind to wander to images less disquieting. She forced herself not to worry about her community standing, forced herself not to think about how she and Hal would feel toward each other when he was released from jail in three weeks. What she thought about was Judy. How warm and loving her daughter had acted today. And it wasn't a special sort of day at all - no holiday, nobody's birthday or anniversary. Judy was such a wonderful daughter. Perhaps Arlene worried too much about the girl's manner of dressing and her obvious flirtations around boys. She should put more trust in Judy, Arlene decided. Her daughter was too bright and too self-respecting to let those boys have their way with her. The more she thought about it, the more certain Arlene became that Judy wouldn't let any boys get into her pants.
Even though she was certain of this, the mere thought of some boy between her daughter's legs sent strange shivers storming to Arlene's brain.
Were they shivers of revulsion? Or were they shivers of excitement?
Arlene was in bed. It was eight at night, and both Bill and Judy were at a party. The fact that her children were partying on Monday night with school tomorrow struck Arlene as odd. But Judy had been especially sweet and thoughtful ever since she got home from school this afternoon. It would have been awkward for Arlene to have objected when her daughter had mentioned the party tonight at dinner.
Arlene's hand had seemed to slip between her thighs of its own accord. Realizing she was beginning to masturbate, she yanked her hand away and flushed the image of Judy and an unknown lover from her brain. What's the matter with me? she scolded mentally. Thinking about her own daughter like that. And... and enjoying it.
Aloud she grumbled, "And what the hell do you think you're doing in bed, anyway, Arlene French?" No sooner had Bill and Judy gone out the door than she'd stripped, got into her housecoat and flopped onto the bed.
She made what she thought was a legitimate effort to get out of bed. But she managed only to turn onto her side. She felt her clitoris hammering one lustful throb after another. As her hand once more crept down toward her vagina, she ordered it to stop. She willed her hand to fall limply to her side - but it didn't. It was as if two separate parts of her brain were waging war, the decent, rational part against the forces of lust. And lust was winning.
Her fingers danced up under the hem of her housecoat, going directly to the ultra-slick, distended lips of her cunt.
Quivering tremors of excitement shot through her. Her legs opened automatically as she rolled onto her back again. The tip of one wiggling finger stabbed the cunt's threshold, the hot flesh lubricating the invading digit. Arlene groaned hotly. She rocked on her hips. Her other hand went quickly to join the first. Several fingers now teased around the edges of her orifice. She fucked up at her fingers, babbling throatily, squirming.
She knew she had no control. She was going to make herself come again, just like that night. Just like the night before last. Just like always. She was going to fingerfuck herself again because she couldn't help it.
Expelling a harsh, lustful sigh, she spoke aloud. "Damn you, Arlene! All right, all right! You want to make yourself come, so let's get it over with! For God sakes, don't spend all night playing with yourself!"
She kept one hand busy against her crotch as she rolled on one side and reached for the nightstand drawer. She quickly fumbled to the rear of the drawer, finding the scarf which held her cherished tools of masturbation. She unwrapped the candle, set it aside and grabbed the battery-powered vibrator.
She wasted no time. Flicking the switch at the base of the five-inch long, one-and-a-half inch wide, phallic-shaped vibrator, she slipped it beneath her housecoat. She didn't linger around the edges of her cunt. She jammed it right in - all the way. It buzzed, a low-pitched buzzing that accompanied the lightning-quick tremors. God, what a thrilling sensation. No hands could ever duplicate the fantastic effect. And it would go on and on as long as she could endure the exquisite pleasure.
Sometimes she could come within a minute of inserting the smooth plastic shaft into her vagina. She felt now that she was going to be able to climax almost instantly.