By the time they started to move toward the hallway, Liz was in a frenzied pitch of uncontrollable excitement. The mixture of hashish and martinis had contributed to a generally dazed state of confusion that defined the handsome young man with her as her date, her lover, her son no more! She had let his hands stroke her pussy and she had fondled and pulled on his hardened prick until they were both in a state of dangerous arousal. It had been all she could do to keep him from stripping her right in the living room and forcing his ready cock into her moistly churning pussy, but she had retained a last vestige of will power that had prohibited her from succumbing in public.
But now she was feeling an audaciousness that she had sensed surfacing only slightly a few hours before. She was certainly no longer the same woman since her son got married. Her change had been a matter of personal defense, she told herself with a drunken little pout. They were walking down the hallway, and she knew with a certainty that was beyond question that she was being led to the very room where Tom had gone with Natalie. Well, so be it! she decided. In fact, had she been asked, that is the very room she would choose.
For a moment she threatened to lose her balance until Kevin's hands groped to her shoulders and quickly pulled her to him. His lips flattened against hers, and his tongue plunged deep into her mouth, darting through the warmly clasping walls as she sucked hungrily on it. He pulled away and began moving his hands over her tits, kneading the soft firm flesh and pressing the tips against his chest.
"God, Ma, I want to fuck you," he breathed into her ear. "I want to fuck you, too, dear," she panted, pressing her belly against the slight jerk of his lust-solid rigidity there where his loins rubbed into the softness of her stomach.
"This is my bedroom. I have a key. It's locked," he whispered in gasps, his whole body seeming to tense toward the door.
By now they both understood who else was in that room, and they knew the knowledge was mutual between them. But Kevin stepped backwards and opened the door softly so as not to disturb the room's inhabitants. Liz slipped quickly in behind her son. There was very little illumination at all, but still Liz removed herself as quickly as she could from the entry and stepped back to the side, pressing her back against the wall. She stood alone, suddenly frozen in a second-thought fear, and once again the door softly clicked. God, it was dark, she thought. Even after her eyes had adjusted to the lack of light, she could hardly see more than a foot ahead. And it was so quiet, almost totally silent. Perhaps no one was here after all, she thought.
"Uuuuuuhhhhhh."
A voice so full of quivering ecstasy that she couldn't identify it as either Tom's or Natalie's wafted through the silence of the room. There was a rustling of sheets and a creaking sound as the unseen couple began to resume whatever they had been doing before the interruption. Liz now realized for the first time that her husband and daughter-in-law were actually there, and she thought she would faint, but she didn't. It was all true! She had gone through the last incredible week as though her husband was unfaithful to her, but she really hadn't believed it was a practice with him, not deep inside. A slight wet sucking sound mocked that naivete, and she believed it now. Apparently, they had stopped when the door opened, just to make sure there was no threat from the visitors.
"That's right. Lick up my thighs," a male voice choked. "Ooooooohhhhhh, yeeeessssss, my ass, too! I'll kneel up further."
The voice was Tom's.
Kevin moved closer and Liz gradually made out the outline of his form standing next to her in the darkness. He reached down the back of her dress and pulled it up by the hem until his palm opened over her soft silken panties and cupped both orbs of firmly curving asscheeks, squeezing the sides of the now slightly sweating crack together with his clenching fingers. Oh, God, she thought. Natalie must be running her tongue all over Tom's body, even the backside! Would Kevin expect her to do the same thing to him? She just couldn't! She wouldn't! It was filthy! She found herself wishing she hadn't come, and she considered running away for a minute.
But before she could move, Kevin turned and faced her directly, trapping her between his tightly pressing chest and his hands clenching her from behind her and slid the zipper of her dress down from her neck to her hips. She could feel his blood-veined cock, already long and hard from the petting she had allowed all evening, pressing against her fearfully trembling belly as he lifted the dress over her head and dropped it softly to the floor. He reached behind her again and unsnapped the brassiere, rubbing his fingers deftly over the tiny rounded nipples that had jumped into erection from the cool rush of air over them. Then she could hear him struggling rapidly from his clothing, and she had to smile at her son's obvious impatience to get at her.
"Listen, Ma, I want to lick your tits and cunt all over," he whispered hoarsely in a meaningful voice.
One of his hands fell half on her waist, half on her full rounded asscheeks, and pushed her forward assertively to the edge of the bed. She froze, afraid to sink down on the soft silky coverlet that pressed against her calves for fear that Tom or Natalie would be there, and he moved up close behind her, and they stood there for a long moment. Her nakedly exposed body caught fire as she felt him begin massaging the soft white cheeks of her ass from behind and pulling her backwards harder against his hotly bulging groin. As he ground against her, his mouth locked wetly in her neck, she gasped and held her breath, feeling the rising stiffness of his cock pressing between her full upper thighs into her own warmly moistening genitals.
Weird chills raced down her flesh, exciting her as she had never been before, when, considering entering this room, she considered the mental picture of herself standing by the bed with her own son's long thick prick wedged in her softly quivering thighs and her errant husband being sucked by her son's wife only a few feet away from her. She guessed she was going to show Tom a form of adultery he had no way to commit! The taste of martini and the hashish smoke wafted lazily through her bloodstream, intensifying the sudden uncontrolled sensation around her, the soft fingers of his hand tweaking painfully on her nipples and the lewd hardness of his bloated cock pressing hotly against her moistly pulsating cuntal slit, and an unexpected soft moan of submission escaped from her lips. Out loud!
She expected Tom to burst into a murderous rage of obscenities at the first sound of her voice, but nothing happened. He was obviously too preoccupied to recognize anyone at this point, but she would soon take care of that. She let Kevin turn her naked form and guide her backwards onto the bed, sliding her body over toward the middle so that he could follow in after her and she could be as close to Tom and Natalie as possible. She had just made out their silhouettes when the mattress jumped again as Kevin sank down on the bed at her side, but she hardly noticed, she was so overcome by the indecent erotic sensations when her shoulder pressed firmly against her husband's shoulder!
Yes, her body had come to rest practically plastered against his splayed out form on the other side of the giant bed, and she was going to let her own son fuck her silly while her own husband, his father, lay obliviously beside her! There wasn't enough light to make out their features but she could see the outline of the obscene position he and Natalie had assumed. To her surprise, Tom was actually face down on the mattress, his legs bent as he kneeled with his asscheeks high in the air and Natalie kneeling in behind him slavering her mouth and tongue wetly over his ass. Oh, God, how could she! Liz recoiled in disgust.
"Ummmm, Ma, you're driving me crazy, you hot little bitch," he grunted so intensely that his breath grazed her shoulder, and Liz's eyes bulged as she saw Natalie traveling a slow path down the hairy backs of his thighs with her wetly licking mouth, her hair swaying over the mattress.
"Christ, now lick back up to my ass!"
"How about if I stick my finger up your ass?" Natalie spoke for the first time in a low teasing voice.
"Goddamn it, yes! Fuck me with your finger," Tom groaned and flopped over on his back, causing the mattress to sway beneath all of them. "Hurry! And I'll fuck you again at the same time!"
Liz's mouth gaped open in utter shock and disbelief as she watched Natalie's nakedly swaying outline adjust itself over her husband's heaving abdomen. She could make out her daughter-in-law's form moving now with a wet sluicing noise down over the long bulging outline of Tom's erect cock standing straight up from his stomach, then Natalie's hands wedged beneath his ass, and there was a small yelp of pain from Tom and the springs of the overworked mattress protested. Her daughter-in-law closed her widely ovaled mouth down over his lust-hardened instrument all the way until all she could see was a small tiny bit of the base of his prick protruding wet and glistening from the tight moist lips around it. She wanted to scream and reach out and tear them apart, but the tightness of Kevin's hand on her titty and the lewdly tingling pleasure building strangely in her groin at the sight wouldn't permit it. Instead, she lay frozen in immobility and watched helplessly as Natalie began a slow grinding up and down movement with her ass rising in the air above Tom until just the tip of his rock-hard cock was left inside the warm enclosing sheath of her mouth flesh.
Then, with a strange grunt each time she made the movement, she bobbed her head heavily back down, impaling her face completely with each long smooth fucking stroke. Kevin, on the other side of Liz, breathed deeply and harshly kneaded her tit while he peered at the weird copulation of their two spouses unconsciously giving the taut hardness of her erect nipple a small vicious tug.
"Oh, baby, your finger," Tom groaned suddenly above the wet sucking noises of intercourse. "I love it! I love it!"
"I'll try using two now, Tom," Natalie whimpered as she inserted a second finger in the tiny resisting rectum, and then her voice broke off in a little squeal as though she were nearly out of her mind with the excitement of her entrance into his ass and the ever increasing violence with which he flicked his hips, driving his steadily hardening instrument into her mouth.
But Liz had no time to consider the situation of her bedneighbors further. Kevin pressed his soft lips down over hers, and she immediately felt the hard rigid pressure of his pink tongue spear up into her mouth in his quest for a warmer wetter contact with her naked body. His hands began rummaging over her and he ran them between the soft firmness of her gently quivering thighs that swayed open quickly to admit him to the very core of her being. She could feel the warm center of her cunt convulsing almost immediately in passionate answer to his harshly kneading touch.
"Aaaaaaaauuuuuugggggg! Aaaaaahhhh," she sighed up into his lips and pushed her tongue up into his mouth, fucking in a circle deep around inside.
Kevin slithered on top of his mother's warm soft body like a protective blanket. She could feel herself trembling helplessly out of control under him and drew her parting thighs up the sides of his hips until the whole of her wet throbbing cuntal slit was presented up to him in welcome sacrifice. The lewd hardness of his long fully erect cock slid over her thighs between her splayed out legs, and he held it there for a long tortured moment and started to reach down and implant himself inside her, but at the last second he stopped, as though he needed more to squeeze every perverse and sadistic pleasure possible out of the fact that her husband, his own father, was so close to their nakedly locked bodies. Instead, his mouth slid down over her gently rocking belly, biting her smooth delicate skin with his teeth and sending ecstatic ripples of pleasure-pain all over her stomach. Liz looked down to see his face crouched on the same level with the thin red folds of flesh that covered her splayed open cunt. She saw his fingers spreading the soft haircovered lips and she sucked in her breath with a gasp as the cool air hit her there. She could feel a slight moisture forming and glistening on the insides of her thighs, and she squirmed and a faint groan escaped from her open lips when he breathed hard and blew softly into her. "Oooooohhhhhh, God," she groaned, suddenly forgetting her husband beside them.
When her son lowered his head until he was just inches from her wetly throbbing pussy, all thoughts of everything but the moment quickly receded. She felt her warm inner thighs pulse and throb expectantly, and her breath stopped short in her throat as a tiny drop of seminal fluid trickled from the round blunt head of his lust-engorged cock pressed against her leg, running in a small trickling path down her thigh. Then he leaned still closer and opened the swollen fleshy lips around her clitoris, flicking out his tongue suddenly and teasing it moistly against the hotly pulsing bud. She shook convulsively and her hands darted forward and tangled in his head, pulling his mouth to the moistly palpitating furrow up between her open thighs.
His fingers spread the steadily throbbing opening of her cunt wide apart, and then suddenly he dropped his tongue from her hot clitoris, and fucked it into the pink tingling opening of her pussy. She was completely lost in enrapturement, her legs splayed out to their farthest limits and every muscle in her thighs jerked in time with his maddening assault between her legs. He fucked his tongue wetly again and again, fucking deeper with each stroke, only to withdraw it slightly and then rim the ragged pink edges on the outstroke, taunting and teasing her mercilessly. "Ooooohhhh," a long low groan escaped from deep in her throat without thought. "It's good, darling, it's good. Let me do it to you. I want to do it to you!"
"Oh, God, yes. I'll put my cock in your mouth!" Liz Rouelle had completely forgotten the couple rocking back and forth next to them on the bed, and now their sudden stillness caught her attention. Her husband must have heard her voice, but apparently his lust-driven mind hadn't recognized it as her own, because the wet sucking sounds of intercourse picked up again and continued stronger than ever. Natalie and Tom, excited by the presence of the still unknown couple next to them were moaning and groaning into each other's mouths while Natalie continued to grind her hips hungrily up and down the warmly throbbing instrument standing straight up like a quivering pole from Tom's stomach. The rhythm of their movements caused Tom's shoulder to rub methodically against Liz's, and when Natalie lowered her young groin and sunk slightly forward her long blond hair brushed occasionally over her mother-in-law's arm.
But now the beautiful auburn haired innocent's attention returned to her son as he turned his body around and kneeled over her face, putting them in a sixty-nine position, his mouth still working in wet slavering movements over her moistly tingling pussy. For a moment she felt herself hold back in indecision as she had never done this to a man before and was unsure what his blood-engorged cock would taste like inside her mouth. How would it feel? Could she do it? The red blunt head of his long fleshy instrument pressed searchingly against her chin, and she opened her lips quickly, mewling slightly as his hotly stiffening member slithered over her teeth into the warm, wet moistness. The thick spongy organ seemed to fill the entire cavern of her mouth, and when he fucked it steadily deeper, rubbing the gently throbbing member down the full length of her tongue and imbedding it far down in her throat, she gasped for air to keep from choking and closed her eyes to blot out the sight of his sperm-bloated testicles swaying lewdly down against her nose. They danced as he began to undulate his pelvis, sliding the long thick cock in and out of her mouth, never quite withdrawing, but leaving the hot swollen head a half-inch inside the warmly sucking cavern. She tightened her lips and swished her tongue with vengeance around and around the throbbing head sliding in and out of her widely stretched lips, his soft curling pubic hair grazing tantalizingly against her cheeks sending waves of masochistic pleasure through her.
"Oh, God, Kevin," she sputtered around the hard fleshy intrusion. "It tastes so good! I love the taste of your hard cock!"
"Tighten your lips and suck harder," he hissed from above, his voice coarse and thick from lust.
Her lips began to nibble at the slickly fucking instrument, and she convulsed the moistly clasping flesh of her inner cheeks inward, drawing them wetly and tightly over the sides of the rapidly growing cockhead as he pulled it out. Moisture filled her mouth, puffing her cheeks wide as he fucked forward and buried the rod deep again into her warmly welcoming throat. It was becoming slightly sticky now as small emissions of lubricating fluid seeped from the end of Kevin's lustengorged cock into the warm heated depths of her mouth. His breath became shorter, and she could feel his hips writhing and straining above her face as though he were in the last spasmodic throes of death.
As he moved his hands back to her thighs below his working tongue still sunk deep in her pussy, she murmured with pleasure. God, she thought, she had never thought such things as this were possible. He was flicking his tongue up and down her moistly glistening crack while she continued to puff out her cheeks over the smoothly bulging length of his cock, and she was actually enjoying it! He pulled the soft, hairfringed crack of her crotch wider apart with his hands. Her body quivered as he dropped his hot tongue to her small tightly puckered asshole, thrusting the tip hard against it until it entered just a hair. "Oh, good God, Kevin! Yes, do that!" she mumbled around the fullness of his cock in her mouth.
Returning his mouth to her clitoris, he continued to lick and nibble at it while he pulled at the flesh around the puckered little red inlet, wetting it with the lust juices streaming from her aching cunt and finally probing his finger at her rectum like a tiny teasing baby prick.
"Uuuuuuugggghhhh!" she grunted in pain when he worked the finger slowly into the soft spongy channel up to the first knuckle.
"I'm going to fuck you up the ass now, baby!" he panted, pulling his blood-swollen cock from her mouth and swinging his ass back onto the bed beside her, but leaving his fingers buried in her rectum. "Oh, yes, Kevin, fuck me there," she breathed heavily, turning over on her stomach so that only his fingers were still thrust into the tight rubbery ring of her asshole. He paused at the smoothly curving arc of her ass cheeks, then probed again with his fingers to make sure his entry into her would not be too great a shock. Then he lifted himself over her. He pulled out his fingers slowly, feeling the soft rubbery flesh clinging tightly to them and then coursed his hands down her asscheeks, his thumbs pressing on either side of the tight rear passage, stretching it wide. Then she felt a probing between the thumbs that felt different from the touch of his fingers. It was soft and rubbery at first and then grew into a hard unresisting bluntness. "Oooooohhhh, Keeeevvvvvviiinnnnn," she moaned, her body tingling all over in a mixture of fear and lewd expectancy. His blood-bloated cock lay for a moment pressing gently at the tight, elastically flexing lips of her asshole as though teasing her with the idea of the exotic fleshy intrusion. Then she felt something give back there between her widely spread asscheeks as he thrust harder, and she jerked back, momentarily startled at the slight pain. He pushed again and the blunt invasion of his lewdly swollen cock vibrated through every fiber of her being, popping up inside the tight, vainly resisting circle and pushing the softly yielding flesh inside of her widely stretching asshole in great waves of pain before it. "Oooooohhhhhh, God!" she moaned and flailed her head from side to side in wild masochistically rising ecstasy as she felt his huge, lustfully pulsating cock filling her backside ceaselessly as though she were impaled on a skewering human sword.
Meanwhile, the presence of the lewdly groaning couple beside them had excited Tom more than he had thought possible, and as Natalie moved the warmly sucking walls of her pussy over his erect cock, he strained to see them. He hadn't been able to make out exactly what they were saying, but for awhile, the woman sounded as though she were struggling on the bed beside him and Natalie. Damn, he thought, whoever the hell they were, they sure were going at it good! The smoothness of nakedly exposed skin rustled against the bed cover punctuated by low, excited gasps, but it was too dark, and he closed his eyes again. It was probably some Goddamn couple who had no place to go but on their bed, he thought. He had thought Natalie had locked the door after him, but he must have been mistaken.
Tom leaned back and let Natalie continue fucking from on top of him. God, he never thought it could feel this way, with her large softly bobbing tits brushing tantalizingly against his chest and her hand fondling and cupping the velvety sac of his balls, that hot little pussy wrapped so tightly and wetly around his cock felt too good to be real! Yet, he couldn't help but feel a lingering touch of lewd curiosity about what the couple were doing beside them. His fantasy was interrupted by a series of low soulful moans. It sounded like a woman in pain, and he felt Natalie slow her movements on top of him as though she had heard it, too. Then the girl rose up over him again and swished her smooth white ass around against his loins with a soft smack that brushed their warmed curved nakedness down against his balls. "Ooooooohhh," he heard a heavy throated female whisper, barely audible even in the almost total silence of the dark room.
"Do you like it when I put it into you like this?" an almost familiar voice said in a soft murmur.
"Oh, God, Kevin, it feels so different… but so good, so gooooood!"
Tom's hands froze around Natalie's smoothly gyrating asscheeks as he heard a strangely familiar pleading voice beg Kevin – his son? – to fuck her on the bed side beside him. He couldn't trust his own ears. He had thought that Kevin was out of town, that… that… but, no, of course, it was someone who sounded like Liz.
He firmly but gently pulled Natalie down from on top of him, but he didn't need to. She, too, had tensed above him in startled recognition of the two voices, then moved to his side. Natalie knew what Kevin was going to try, but she would have wagered anything against his success.
Tom wished he could see the other couple. Was she straddled on top of him as Natalie had been before, or was she sucking his cock with her clean warmly clasping mouth or letting him run his tongue teasingly between her legs? He wished Kevin would name her. In his mind's eye, because of the voice, he could picture only his wife, but his wife was Kevin's mother, and he doubted that could possibly be… Nevertheless his tortured mind drew a thousand lewd pictures of his wife in every conceivable position with… with… their own son! Had she taken off all her clothes and gotten completely naked, or had Kevin merely pulled up her dress and pulled her panties down to plunder her soft defenseless cunt with his hands and his mouth? Natalie pulled closer to him and whispered into his ear, but his confused mind made no sense from what his daughter-in-law said. He only gathered that she was taking an obscene delight in the fact that the four of them were together on the bed. The idea of being unable to protest against his son's and the woman he kept thinking was Liz's continual lewd crooning and rocking beside him sent a shudder of deep penetrating frustration down his spine. It struck him that he was not only involved in an obscene adultery but that maybe… just maybe, incest was involved!
"Oh, God, Kevin, that's nice! Stick your cock up my ass and fuck my poor devouring cunt with your fingers like that," the woman groaned beside him. It was Liz! It had to be Liz!
Christ, he was doing it! Kevin was screwing his mother up the ass! Tom's mind raged, his consciousness churning with the lewd thought of his own son fucking his lust-swollen cock into his mother's tightly clasping rectal hole. Again he sensed Natalie shift her weight, slowly undulating her thighs against his tensed hips. No! It was impossible, but he was getting excited by the idea of the four of them here on the bed together! Without realizing it, he had forgotten that it was his own wife! He had forgotten that it was his own son who was bringing cries of pain and pleasure from his mother's lust-contorted lips. It was just a wild, passion-driven woman writhing and twisting in the throes of the act of a coupling that was as old as the biblical story of Sodom and Gomorrah itself!
Finally the image of Liz returned again to his mind. He had never done anything like that to her as she had been too prudish to even suck him with her mouth or let him lick her between the legs. But there was a twist to this that struck a chord of perversity in his being that could never have been touched by anything else, the prehistoric prohibition against copulation between family members. The equally forbidden plundering of his wife's rectum by her own son sent a tingle of salacious desire through the father's groin. He felt his warmly throbbing cock ache and press against his daughter-in-law's naked side grazing next to him, small droplets of cum beginning to ooze from the tip and wetting his son's wife's warm smooth skin. It jerked when he heard Liz's cries and pleading for further and further indignities to be heaped upon her, and he suppressed a deep groan within himself when he realized that he wanted to be fucking his wife's cunt while his son fucked his prick lewdly into her tight virginal asshole.
"Oh, Christ almighty, Kevin," Liz mewled only a few inches away from him. "Oh, God, your cock feels gooooood!"
For a moment there was silence, broken only by the heavy breathing coming from the side of the bed. Then there was a rustle of the bedspread and the soft sound of a naked body twisting around on it. The wetly skewering sounds continued with the heavy coarse male breathing becoming more and more excited by the minute. Kevin was whispering things that Tom could not make out clearly but from their tone alone sounded lewd and forbidden. Tom suddenly heard his son gasp as though he were in pain, his voice breaking through the darkness like a knife, loud and clear so that Tom could not mistake their cruel sadistic meaning.
"Goddamn it. Your asshole… let me fuck it haaaaarrrdddeeerr!"
He just couldn't stand it! An obscene lustful feeling gnawed at his groin and hardened his already blood-engorged member into a boiling rod of hotly pulsating flesh that was compelled to fuck into his wife against every attempt of his will at resistance. He jerked his head up, sensing his daughter-in-law rise with him to his right. He could see nothing but his imagination ran rampant. The low dim form of Liz's asscheeks raising off the bed and the hunched figure of his son plunging into her tightly puckering behind emerged clearly in his mind. She was not fighting it, and low softly muffled mewls of building pleasure drifted across the bed from her sputtering mouth. "Oh, oh, oh!" her voice chanted rhythmically, a continuous low whine broken only by the obscene slap of Kevin's heavy, sperm-filled balls on the nakedly exposed flesh of her hungrily flexing asscheeks.
Tom sat up. Forgotten was the fact that what he was about to do went against every last bit of moral fiber he possessed. All he knew was that he had never dreamed of such depravity, and his sweet puritanical wife was at the very core of it. Her wild pleading mewls of lust were more than he could tolerate and he had to join this mad pillaging of her hotly writhing body and punish her himself! He slid over on the bed, suddenly coming into warm contact with the smooth flesh of her hip. He felt her body shudder slightly, then she turned toward him, still impaled in her rear hole by her son's fucking rod of lewd flesh. He touched her tentatively just once, then dug his hands cruelly beneath the front of her waist buried in the coverlet, but she needed no urging. She angled up and faced him on her side, her swaying tits brushing softly against his chest.
"Oh, Tom," she murmured as though waking from a deep dreamy sleep. "It's you! Oh, yes, fuck me in front while our son fucks me from behind. Put your cock in my aching pussy. I've always wanted it like this!"
Tom Rouelle pulled his wife's face to his lips, his hand wrapped in her long cascading auburn hair. Her warm wet lips opened, her fiery tongue spilling wetly into his mouth while her hands shot down to his loins and clasped his long painfully throbbing cock in a lusty vice-like grip. There was no need to jerk him into further hardness, but her hand played around the hard rubbery head of his lustswollen cock for a few seconds, then began guiding it toward her desperately seething cuntal lips.
"Oh, yes, I want you both in me at the same time," she breathed, working the hard blunt head of his heavily throbbing organ around the warm wet hole and flicking it with her fingers against her inflamed clitoris.
Good God, she felt hot and flooded up between her thighs, he realized as his cock made searing wet contact with his wife's groin. Again, the thought of spurting his lewd sperm into her hungrily receiving belly while his own son fucked into her from behind overcame all the reservations he had had about joining the couple like this. He gasped when her warmly teasing fingers slithered up the distended shaft and squeezed gently at the sensitive area just below the throbbing head. She rubbed it tantalizingly up and down for a moment, parting the softness of her darkly curling pubic hair with the tip, then coaxed him slowly forward. He let his hips move to the gentle tug until with a sudden groan that began in his stiffened calves the warm moist flesh of her cunt popped teasingly over the head like a tight fitting glove. He could feel the softness of the curly, soft lining of pubic hair brushing teasingly around it where it entered her.
He could hold back no longer! The softly tingling fingers of lewd sensation that caressed at his loins and burst up through his muscled belly were too much to bear. He thrust forward, his cock flooding into his impaled wife like a tidal wave, tearing and bursting everything in its path, deeper and deeper until his balls smacked hard against his son's pressed tightly between her thighs. His hands reached convulsively out to her narrow hour-glass waist, coursing down to where it flared into broad well-formed hips and held her tight so that she could not move.
Then suddenly the light switched on. Tom glimpsed Natalie coming back from the light switch and kneeling only a few inches from Liz's head. One of the girl's hands drifted down to her parted thighs, and she stretched her leg out so that it lay across Liz's head and fell gently over Tom's upper back. Then she pushed her fingers against the silky auburn hairs of her cunt and began working them in short quick ovals over the moistly glistening cuntal lips. Her other hand massaged her own titties in wild circular motions as she fingered herself vicariously in time to the cruel buffeting of Liz's body between Tom and her husband.
"Oooooohhhhhh, it looks real nice, father and son fucking you together like that," Natalie moaned, looking down at the older woman's crazily flailing head.
"Yesssss, husband and son… husband and son fucking me together," Liz answered in a low moan, her eyes burning up at Natalie's slightly parted cunt with her moistened fingers swirling lewdly around inside.
Tom continued his wild lustincited thrusts into Liz's hot clasping cunt, sensing Kevin increase his strokes into her rear hole. Slowly, the rhythm of the two men began to coincide. They skewered into her in slapping unison, stabbing through her ravished loins as though she were a sacrificial lamb being impaled at every end. Obscene incoherent oaths spilled uncontrollably from her contorted mouth and she lifted her head toward Natalie's finger-filled pussy a few inches away from her, urging the girl to join them in their incestuous embrace.
Natalie let out a deep earthy groan. She slid her hand from between her legs and let it fall over one of Liz's softly dancing titties that pressed against Tom's heaving chest. Liz gritted her teeth as though to suppress the excess of lust ready to explode from inside of her at any moment.
"Yes! Oh, this is just perfect! Squeeze my tit like that, Natalie! Fuck me, Tom, Kevin, fuck me haaaaarrrdddeeerrr."
Now they could see the lewd picture reflected like a pornographic portrait in the mirror beside the bed. The image of the two men was blurred in Liz's mind into one giant tormenting shaft and the sensuous female figure fondling her warmly tingling tits seemed to become an extended vision of herself. God, she never knew that she could be driven to such depths of human debauchery! Both Tom and Kevin were driving through her with longer and stronger strokes now, their hotly fucking instruments buffeting simultaneously against the thin membrane that separated her moist cunt-walls from her flaming asshole. Suddenly, she sensed Natalie's leg pressurizing against her head, then felt the girl pull herself down until her warm hair-lined furrow lay flat on the bed between Tom and Liz's faces.
Tom Rouelle moved his head to the side, splurging out his tongue and licking the moistly dilating lips of Natalie's seething cunt only an inch or so away from Liz's ecstatically gaping eyes. The moistly glistening sheath was laid out in tempting ravishment for Liz's lips, and she shifted her head over her daughter-in-law's thigh so that it lay like a pillow beneath her neck. She dropped her head and kissed Tom on the lips, then turned and nudged her face into the thin vertical mouth of Natalie's gently parting cuntal cleft. She licked upwards, parting the glistening pink flanges, and her tongue lashed out at the exposed erect clitoris, bringing forth a savage mewling groan from Natalie, who hunkered down and twisted her ass around like a depraved animal above.
Suddenly, Kevin, fucking into her from behind, increased the momentum of his strokes. He fucked like a pile-driver into the rubbery tightness of Liz's ass, watching as husband and wife licked and kissed at his wife's smoothly gyrating cunt, and the vision spurred him into a mad fury of quick grinding thrusts into his mother's tightly sucking rectum. He groaned over and over again, his lips working crazily and incoherent mutterings spitting from between tightly clenched teeth. This was too much for him! It was beyond what a normal man could take! He felt his hot cum juice building in his balls and stiffening his lewd cock to the near bursting point, but he held off, waiting for the last possible moment when he could spew out his semen as the four of them reached orgasm together.
"Oh, lick me! Suck me, you two," Natalie chanted feverishly from above Tom and Liz. "Yes, this is what I-I want. We're like a family. We're, oh, God, we're fucking together!"
And then it came!
Kevin, unable to contain himself any longer, groaned and coughed like a rutting animal and locked his arms around Liz's insanely writhing belly, his hands squeezing the soft flaccid flesh into random crazy shapes beneath his fingers. His lips bared back, and he could not close them. His breath came in short stuttered explosive blasts that crackled obscenely through the room. He stared up at Natalie's pleasure contorted face, then his gaze drifted to Tom's and Liz's lips sucking at his wife's lewdly parted cunt. He lurched. He tore at Liz's asscheeks, stretching his mother's twin moons wide apart and watching his long white cock disappear through the warmly cupping spheres of her ass.
"God Almighty," he sputtered. "Christ!"
Liz could sense Kevin's climax building. She wormed her ass in a gentle but firm nudging motion until she felt the entire length of his hotly pulsating member lodged to the hilt in her ass with only a fraction from the base protruding from the tight elastic hole. Then she thrust her asscheeks more strongly back against his loins, and he shoved forward with a mighty jolt that almost tore through the walls of her quivering belly and shuddered his hot thick cum in wave after wave deep up into the depths of her hungrily sucking rectum.
Tom, on the other side of her gyrating body, trembled with revulsion as he felt the first waves of the hot white liquid creaming out of the depths of her behind. God, his son must be a reservoir of sperm, he thought with wild masochistic glee and ceased his movements momentarily. It flooded down the crack of her widely split ass and trickled onto his loins, and for the moment, he was ready to shove their two heaving bodies away from him out of the bed until he remembered with a gulf of sickening guilt that it was he who had started it all!
At the same time, Liz Rouelle screamed her own release that gushed now from her cunt, drenching his cock pressed tightly against the spewing opening. It mixed with Kevin's in a single stream of thick viscous fluid, wetting his thighs and attesting to the animal joy of their unnatural coupling.
"Oh, Tom, fuck my pussy harder. Don't stop! Haaarrrdddeeer!" Liz squealed, feeling her body beginning to convulse. She clawed at his hips with her fingernails until he rammed against her with the full force of his weight, springing back and shoving his groin against her again and again like a snapping rubber band. Never had she known there was so much pleasure from sex, from anything, on earth. Never had she realized all she had been denying herself, strange forbidden sensations that she would never ever forfeit again. She bent forward, not wanting to miss a stroke of the powerful fucking cock in her lusting cunt, no longer remembering it was Tom her own husband or even caring to whom it belonged. It was long thick blood-swollen stoney cock, and that's all that counted, her mind blazed obscenely. Nothing mattered but the pleasure enveloping the whole of her being, heaving through her body and bucking her about like a ship in violent seas.
"Yeeeessss! I'm cuummmiiinnnnnngggg!" she yelled through clenched teeth and thrust her face forward into Natalie's steaming throbbing cunt lips.
Natalie lurched forward uncontrollably at the forceful contact, automatically reaching down to lock her hands behind Liz's head and press her face hard into her loins, swirling her belly over the tongue rotating maddeningly inside her and moaning and crooning out her own orgasm. Tom rocked back and forth mechanically into his wife, his lust-driven cock sluicing through her still convulsing cunt and his mouth buried in Natalie's warmly trembling thighs that were wet and musky smelling with her cum juice. In spite of the excitement of the moment, unpleasant thoughts raced through his mind. Revulsion and fear chilled his blood at the thought of their multiple incestuous coupling. He felt dazed. It just couldn't be true although all the while, the lascivious tingling in his loins grew and pushed him closer to his orgasm. He closed his eyes to lock out the sight of their three exhausted bodies that still quivered in the last sensuous throes of subsiding orgasm and felt his hotly pumping balls erupt wildly. His mouth opened wide with a loud unrestrained yell.
"Aaaaaaauuuuuuurrrrgggggghhhhh!" He felt his lewdly pumping sperm fill her clasping and unclasping cunt with a great rush. Then he closed his mind to everything but the insane race of pleasure that jerked the sperm from his churning balls down his cock like rain water rushing through a conduit in hot spasmodic spurts that seemed to be without end.
He slid to the mattress. The room was quiet except for an occasional low gasp or the rustling of bedcovers. Moments later he blinked open his eyes to find the scene still as strange and unreal as it had seemed in the emotion-torn seconds before his orgasm. His son's body bent heaving over the boy's mother's back, his hands cupping at each tit, and Liz was smiling at him thinly, a strange mask that wasn't a smile at all but a smirking expression of unveiled victory and conquest.
"What do you have to feel so damn proud of?" he asked her. "I wouldn't call what you just did an act of moderation exactly," he said, a touch of amused sarcasm in his voice. Liz first glanced away at the mirror, thinking how she would love to have one for their bedroom, and before she could look away, she met Tom's eyes again, this time in their mutual reflection. "Moderation," she said lightly but quite seriously, "is a matter of definition."