Art lifted himself up on one elbow and groggily looked at the peacefully sleeping figure beside him. As he had awakened, he was sure that it was all a dream… another of those realistic nightmares of his… But the closer he came to consciousness, the clearer it became that this time it had been no dream… it had all actually happened… and sleeping beside him now, lost in a swoon of utter satiation was not his new wife Dorothy, but Lee… little Lee his 13 year old daughter!
With growing horror he contemplated her beautiful nakedness. She was sprawled out on her back, her blonde curls spreading out from her head like some charming medusa. Her frail breasts moved up and down with the soft rhythm of her deep breathing. The rose-bud of her mouth was slightly open as she slept on, and one hand was placed lightly over the golden curls of her young pussy, as if trying to retain the pleasure she had so recently felt there. Her father recalled in minute detail the way her overheated, almost hairless little cunt had felt… his sore cock even now was but titillated by the memory… how long had they gone at it, he wondered… God I must be going insane… to have done such a thing!!!! His young daughter's precocity seemed no excuse for his actions… No matter what she did, he thought… I shouldn't have given in… I shouldn't have fucked my own little girl!
He jumped out of bed, unable to remain in the very spot where he had so thoroughly made love to his own child. Where in Hell's name was Dorothy anyway!!!!!
He looked at the clock and saw that it was close to 3:00 A.M… good thing the next day was Saturday… he thought, and then realized how absurd his thinking was… there behind him lay his daughter, her little pussy no doubt sore as hell from his big cock… and his new wife was, God knew where… and he was worrying about going to work!
He found his slippers and threw on an old bathrobe and started out into the hall. Dorothy must have gone out to sleep in the den, he figured, although he couldn't think of why she would do such a thing. He headed toward the den and then realized that he wouldn't be able to explain Lee's presence in their bed if he woke her up… The idea that she should find out what he had done sent perspiration nervously popping from every pore, and he hurriedly started back toward the bedroom… The first thing was to get Lee up… get her back to her own room! Just as he was about to enter his bedroom, he heard a noise coming from down the hall. It sounded like a low soulful moan… and with his hair almost standing on end, he hurried down to investigate… all sorts of horrible thoughts running through his head, as he realized that the sounds were coming from Joe's room… he imagined some intruder having invaded the house… someone attacking his wife and son… while he… all along was in there with Lee… OH GOD, he thought, I'll never forgive myself…!!!
But as he reached the door he heard a loud cry and then a grunt, and then a voice… clearly young Joe's saying, clearly enough for him to hear with his ear pressed to the door, "Then you are my real mother…! But that means that… that Dad… that Dad… is just…"
"Yes, my darling little lover… Art is really your Uncle… and little Lee is your cousin… not your real sister… at the time it seemed only fair to give you a real home and then it was all in the family… and later it seemed it would be harmful to you if we told you…"
"Oh mother!" Joe's voice replied, "Oh…but I'm so glad… so glad…!"
There was silence for a few seconds… and Art stood paralyzed by what he had just heard… He was confused… the conversation itself sounded innocent enough… even though he and Dot had agreed that they would tell the boy together one day soon… but there was something else… something else… was going on in there…!! Something he dared not even suspect!
"OH, Mother… let me fuck you again… right now… right now!" Joe cried, completely overwhelmed by what he had just learned, his hand returned to the well lubricated area of his real mother's warm waiting pussy. He had enjoyed it so thoroughly, knew by now every tiny fleshy ripple of it… and yet, now that he understood just why he had always had such special feelings about the woman he knew as "Aunt Dot"… it seemed as though he had never touched her. He wanted to know her body again, re-learn it in the light of his new knowledge.
Dorothy fell back on the pillow beside her son… She sighed as his fingers entered and re-entered the sensual, mature little mouth between her legs. There! she thought… she had told him… told him at last! And his reaction had been more than she'd ever dared hope for… She had feared he might turn against her completely… but in fact, just the opposite had happened as witnessed by his new longing for her body. "Together at last!" she muttered. "Oh… Joe baby… mmmmmmmmm!" She gathered her own breasts in her hands and holding them together, brought the nipples to the point where they almost touched… "Here… suck them both together… together!" she urged.
Outside the door, trembling with rage and sorrow, Art leaned down to peer into the keyhole… He had been certain that he would see nothing that way… that in fact it was an overrated method of spying… but to his alarm, he was able to get a completely clear view of the bed and it's incestuous occupants! He had wanted to see… because in spite of all evidence to the contrary, he could not believe that the scene inside was actually taking place. Certainly it was all some kind of hideous mistake… some kind of terrible joke!
And yet as he saw the boy he'd raised for 14 years as a son, hungrily lapping at his wife, Dorothy's engorged nipples, he realized that it was far from being a joke. It was as much of a joke as what he himself had just done with little Lee!
Suddenly he could take no more. He felt himself coming apart at the seams. Everything inside him was boiling hot, his mind a chaos of confusion and guilt. How long had this been going on?!… Suddenly it was clear that Dorothy might have experienced the same kind of "torture" down at the shack in the park as he had… only her torture had been with her son… with JOE! The idea was thoroughly repulsive… as quickly now he recalled some contradictions in Dorothy's story about just what had happened to her at the shack… He had lied… but it had never occurred to him that she would be lying too! The whole thing was just too evil to contemplate!
Without even realizing exactly what he was doing, Art barged against the door. It gave instantly, beneath his weight and he went flying into the room. He stopped halfway to the bed and saw young Joe poised between his mother's limply spread legs… between Dorothy's legs! About to penetrate her hair fringed pussy with his erectly trembling young cock!
The rest was like a horror film… everything seemed suspended in time… In the distance, he heard screams… yells… threats… and curses… and only belatedly did he realize they were coming from him. Before him the two offending figures remained frozen on the bed, staring, cowering… crying too… and as he raced from the room, he brushed past the small form of his daughter and screamed again, not even able to look at her… he retained an image of her shocked young features as he dashed into his room. Instantly, he began to pack his clothes in the old suitcase he hadn't used in years. He didn't know where he was going, but he knew he had to get out of there… fast!
The following day it was cold and cloudy. There had been snow forecast for the early November weekend, and Dorothy remained indoors, spending most of the day in the bedroom that Art had so prettily furnished for her. She looked mournfully out the window wondering just where her new husband had gone… and if he ever would return. Outside she heard occasional noises, and she knew that Joe and Lee were in the house too, and she wondered just how they are taking their father's violently abrupt departure. Last night, she remembered that after Art had slammed out the door, no one had spoken to anyone. Lee had gone quietly into her bedroom and just shut the door, and after putting her peignoir back on Dorothy had left her son, to go to her room. She hadn't slept much for wondering and worrying. After all the past unhappiness she'd had it seemed as if she were destined to bring more upon herself. How could she have been so foolish?! She had jeopardized everything, her new marriage, a completely new life with wonderful children… the reconciliation with her son… everything… because of her body's strange, incestuous lusts! She did not understand why she couldn't reject the wild impulses that she felt, why her mind could not return to normal instead always back to the lewd things that had already taken place… but something had been undermined inside her, and she knew that she ought to think it was wrong and in fact now, in the clear light of day it, what at the time seemed so natural, now seemed so wicked and wrong.
Shortly after 1:00 P.M. she noticed that several envelopes had been slipped under the door, and rising from her bed where she had been trying to read a book she saw that it was the mail. On top lay a printed note that said: LUNCH WILL BE SERVED AT 2:00 P.M. – LOVE JOE AND LEE.
She smiled and clutched the note to her heart, how sweet she thought… sadly… I only hope that all of our lives aren't ruined by what happened last night! She took the mail back to the bed with her and began to absent-mindedly leaf through it. It was mostly advertisements and a telephone bill, suddenly a familiar handwriting made her tear open a rather unimpressive envelope. It was addressed to her… using her old married name Rodgers, and even as she unfolded the thin sheet of paper, her heart had already begun to pound fearfully.
Dear Dorothy,
Just a note to greet you on your wedding morning! Hope you enjoyed last night's screwing, as I recalled lots of good times spent in the hay with you… Not enough to make up for what you and Art and those brats have done to me, however, and believe me I won't forget! that you get hungry for some good cock and you know where you can find it… Or maybe I'll find you! As far as I'm concerned… Mexican divorce or no… you're still my wife!
Your loving husband,
NICK
Dorothy shuddered and burst into tears, throwing the letter away from her onto the floor. Oh God, she thought, what a disgusting man! The worst part was that she knew that she wouldn't even have minded the horrible note so much if only Art had been there when it happened! If only last night had never happened! She was still sobbing some moments later when she heard a soft rapping at the bedroom door. Quickly she wiped away her tears with a wad of Kleenex and tried to do something about her face. "Just a moment," she called, and then she ran into the bathroom and splashed first some cold water on her face and then skin tonifier that she always wore. Finally, she thought the results were all right, she threw on one of her floor-length lounging gowns and returned to the bedroom.
"Come in," she called nervously.
The door opened and two fresh smiling faces peeked in. Joe and Lee looked the epitome of freshly scrubbed teenage youth, dressed in Levi's and matching striped T-shirts. Dorothy was surprised to see how cheerful they were after the previous night's events, and told them so as they spread out what they called a "picnic brunch" on a clean table-cloth laid out on her bedroom floor.
Lee smiled at her Aunt, and explained, "Well," she started, her hazel brown eyes sparkling mischievously, "We were pretty depressed this morning but then we figured… well, Daddy's got to come back to go to work Monday… the construction company can't do without him since he is the foreman and they just started this new building on Market Street."
"Well aside from that," Joe said, his eyes clearly expressed admiration of the way his newly discovered mother looked, "Aside from that we figured he's got to get over everything sooner or later!"
Dorothy blushed and looked down at the floor. They were all sitting around the picnic spread now. "Yes," she said hastily, "I only hope you're right… I only hope…"
Joe's hands smoothed over hers where it lay on the floor. "Of course it will be all right… you'll see… we've always been right before, haven't we?!"
Lee laughed and began to butter herself a hot croissant. The electric percolator had been detached and was filled with hot coffee, which Joe began to pour. Marmalade and fresh orange juice and several kinds of cheese with bread temptingly was spread before them.
"Daddy bought all of these things for your wedding breakfast…" Lee said, "No use letting them go to waste!"
Dorothy felt her heart going out to her darling Art who was probably at this very moment in some hotel going through all kinds of torment! The poor darling. But as the late brunch progressed, Dorothy began to feel a little better… after all she was in the company of her son and her niece, and they were doing their utmost to cheer her… in spite of the lurking fear in her mind caused by Nick's nasty letter, she finally allowed herself to relax a bit. After all, she thought, I'm the adult here… I must keep up the children's morale if nothing else… were all in this thing together! When Joe left the room for a few moments, and returned carrying a Bloody Mary for her, she took it and drank it gratefully. It tasted so good… going down it seemed to be just what she needed. When she had finished, Joe quickly surmised that she would like another, and went to get her one. While he was gone, Lee smiled at her: "Feeling a little better?" she asked her Aunt Dot.
"Why yes Lee… I'm feeling much better," Dorothy replied, leaning back against the pillow that was propped against the bed. She had felt a little silly sitting on the floor of the bedroom at first, but now it seemed completely natural… and for a few moments she allowed herself the fantasy of pretending that she was as young as the children. When Joe returned with her drink and she began to sip it, she began to slip into a mellow mood, prompted by the strong alcohol content of the drink. Joe had used very little tomato juice almost filling each glass with vodka before adding the red powdery liquid. Beneath her lounging gown her nude body felt like light-weight and soft… she adjusted herself so that she would be more comfortable and finally she was half sitting, half lying on the bedroom rug, propped against her pillows. It was a pleasant feeling, like floating. The voices of the children reached her ears from what seemed a great distance, and she let them drone on although she wasn't quite sure what she was saying. A third drink seemed to have come from nowhere, and gratefully she drank it. Her mind was delightfully clouded, masking the unpleasant thoughts that had so recently filtered into it. Everything would be all right, she told herself… everything will certainly turn out all right… despite the way things had looked earlier!
When the first kiss came, it startled her, both by its force and by its complete abandon. The shock that ran through her body was undeniable, and before she could even struggle mentally to cope with what was happening, there were more kisses… two young mouths seeking hers out evidently vying for the chance to have the longest and the deepest kiss… and then they were taking turns, one after the other, and she felt herself slipping backward until she was lying on her back on the floor. Her mouth was teased sensuously by two young tongues, as Joe and Lee explored the deep recesses of beyond her parted lips. She struggled upward, her arms flailing a bit. Choking out the words, "No… no…" when her mind finally caught up with what was happening. It was too much… she was thinking… no she couldn't allow it to happen again… She fought against the pleasure streaking through her body… the tingling that had already begun in her inner thighs… the looseness she felt in her lower belly… and she tried to right herself, tried to laugh to show them how silly it was. "We can't do this again children…" she tried to say to them, "not now… not after all that's happened…!!!" But the words came out slurred and not at all crisp and commanding the way she wanted, or the way they had formed in her brain… and as she moved to sit up, there were hands at her breasts and molding them, manipulating the tender flesh with definite hard touches. Her niece's sweet breath breathed into her face as she returned for yet another kiss and Aunt Dot felt herself melting… it was a little like drowning… It was all so wrong… so terribly wrong… and yet… Little Lee's lips tasted like strawberries on her mouth… and Joe's fingers were pulling down the zipper on the front of her gown… he was pulling back the soft brushed wool fabric and his mouth was searching for her nipples.
"Aaaaah!" she cried out, falling back. Joe's lips were fastened upon her left breast and he was sucking desperately at her, his face wagging a bit from side to side so that she would feel his soft young boy's cheeks upon the large mound of her silken breast. Automatically her own tongue began to respond to Lee's and a soft muttering rose to her burning ears as she let herself be carried away by what she knew was one of the most perverted desires in the world.
"Oh Mother… Mother, Mother…" Joe murmured into her breasts, "Oh, Mother!"
She wanted him… wanted him again inside her… there was no doubt of that! The fact that shattered everything inside her made her become some alien person… a woman who would do anything to satisfy her strange need.
Nervous perspiration broke out all over her body, and she felt her gown being peeled off. Through her lowered lids she could see the angelic face of her niece as she gazed down upon her nudity. She could see admiration on the little girl's face, and she felt for a moment, a wave of pride sweep over her. The air was cool over her exposed body, and she could tell that the children were examining her carefully. She could almost feel their eyes burning hotly into her tingling flesh. She knew that she ought to be ashamed, but oddly she wasn't. She wasn't ashamed or shocked or anything. She wanted them to make love to her, defying every moral standard she had been brought up by. She did not question their odd unity, the way they seemed to be working as a team to defeat her… she only wanted more of their attentions! A shiver of delight passed through her… caused by the sheer wantonness of what was going on. In some way she felt released from the world's restrictions. Why shouldn't she do what she really wanted to do!!
She watched with glazed eyes as her young son began to undress above her. She could not help noticing how beautiful his little body was… what a wonderful big strong man he was going to become. She blushed beneath his returning gaze… and saw that his eyes were directed toward the shimmering gold of her hair-lined vaginal slit. Hurriedly he ripped at his clothing, pulling his shirt and then his pants down quickly. As his shorts moved downward, Dorothy saw her son's fully erect penis bobbing up over the elastic band, and she felt a hot fire building inside her. When she turned a little, she could see that Lee too had taken off her clothes. The young girl's body was delightfully blonde all over, her pale adolescent flesh setting her light tresses off to advantages. Her pertly tipped breasts were cherry pink at the nipples, and Dorothy could see that they were already hard and stiff from longing. The child kneeled down beside her, and Dorothy rolled to the side a little. She shivered… how could she allow this little girl to do these things to her… wasn't she somehow at fault… even though the children seemed to know just what they were about! The idea flickered in her mind and then was rapidly erased when Lee's hands began to teasingly caress her belly. She looked up imploringly. Joe was kneeling on the other side of her. His hands joined his young cousin's as they created brief finger flurries on Dorothy's stomach. Dorothy sighed and closed her eyes. What could she do… what could she do after all!? The alcohol raced through her veins and she felt a throbbing at her temples. It was all so confusing! Then there were hands pushing between her thighs, forcing them open wide until she could feel the lips of her cunt parting, revealing the softness of the sensitive pink folds inside. She felt Lee moving downward, her breath trailing over her belly, and the next thing she knew her niece's face was thrust deep into the warm waiting vaginal lips down between her slackly open thighs.
"Ooooooooooh!" Dot cried out. "Oh my God!" But Joe had begun to kiss her mouth tenderly, and the odd wet sensation of her young niece's tongue between her thighs, flicking and worming lewdly around the hair-fringed edges of her cunt became a delectable sensation that made her head swim.
"Ooooooh OHH!!" she cried out. The thirteen year old girl's hot wet mouth slid back and forth against the soft sensitive flesh of her pussy, and Dorothy felt as though a torrent of lust had been released within her, making her forget who she was and most of all, who they were! Lee's mouth seemed insistent upon exploring every tiny area of her throbbing cunt, and Dorothy could feel the child's teeth gently nibbling at her already swollen labia, her tongue swiping hard flat strokes against her unbearably aroused clitoris. Dorothy's hips began to involuntarily grind up and down… and sideways a bit. She began to croon with delight. Joe held onto her breasts and began to let his own tongue wander from his mother's slender neck, down her throat to the full, firm protrusions of her breasts.
"OH I love you, Mother!" he whispered, "I love you!" The cherished words sunk into Dorothy's psyche, making her drift into a deeply satisfying semi-swoon.
"Oh, it feels good," she murmured, "… oh… it feels good!"
She was scarcely aware of being manipulated into another position… pillows were being thrust underneath her, but still the divine sucking between her legs did not stop. She groaned, and her entire body trembled, and she spread her legs further to allow her little niece greater access to her burning loins. Her eyes were closed tightly and all of her being concentrated on what was happening to her body. Then she felt an odd sensation of being smothered… opening her eyes with momentary alarm, she saw that Lee had twisted herself around and upside down so that she was straddling her aunt's face in the sixty-nine position. The young girl's soft thighs were parted wide and before Dorothy's startled eyes was the pink and gold aperture of her niece's tender young pussy! Before she could protest, it was lowered upon her face, and she found her mouth opening automatically to accept the offered present of the little girl's genitals. Lee rapidly resumed her voracious attack upon the soft tissues of her aunt's vulnerable cunt, sighing to herself as she felt the older woman respond in kind by beginning a gentle sucking upon her little wet pussy. She squirmed her behind a little, moving her small cuntal area over the accepting surface of Aunt Dot's face and mouth, groaning with delight as she felt her aunt's lips begin to suck harder and harder on her tiny pulsating clitoris.
"Mmmmmm…" she murmured into the older woman's trembling pussy. "Mmmmmmmmmmm!"
Helplessly, Dorothy's hair trimmed lips snuggled up against her niece's mouth. She began to rotate her hips around, hoping for still some deeper penetration than this delightful girl's tongue on her secret parts. As if in answer to her thoughts, she suddenly felt her legs being lifted and separated further and pillows were being positioned under her uplifted buttocks. Below her, beneath Lee's teasing mouth, her young son had kneeled down and was maneuvering to enter his young hardened cock into her wide open vagina. She groaned in anguish as she realized what was going to happen… It was all just too much!
"Oh God, please," she muttered up into her niece's tight little vagina, "I can't take much more… oooooooh oooooooh JOE… JOE!"
Her fourteen year old son's earnest face mirrored his inner turmoil as his slender young penis slid forward into the blonde cervix of his mother's cunt. There was plenty of room for him to fit in, even though his cousin Lee was busily lingering with her tongue at the top of Aunt Dot's now raging pussy. He pushed forward, into the upraised opening, his mother's entire lower half mounted upon the pillows beneath her buttocks tilting wondrously toward him, and because for the moment he couldn't see any more of her than this lewd view, he concentrated on the thought that that was all there was! A disembodied pussy of heavenly softness… waiting to receive his cock!
The tender lips of her vaginal mouth were straining open and closed in an odd rhythm corresponding to the little girl's sucking. Joe could hear the two women's moans, and could tell that they were both approaching climaxes. He hesitated for a second more and then pushed forward. At the same time Dorothy ground her crotch upward against Lee's face and Joe's erect penis slid harshly into the passion heated slit. She began to move desperately, like a wild woman, and Joe, on his knees, executed a series of short hard thrusts up into his mother's hungry clasping pussy. His groin smacked up against Lee's head, but in spite of her presence at the fleshy blonde cunt, Joe's prick was about to fit all the way in, deeper than he had ever been due to the assistance of the pillows. He felt his face getting red and the incredible sensations swept over him. "Mother…" he called out, "Oh Mother!" His cock slid in and out as the older woman undulated in obscene appreciation. Lubricating fluids slipped from her warm cavern sliding down along Lee's chin and throat and also along her son's hard straining young cock. Dorothy's hands reached upward encompassing her niece's delicate trembling body where it lay squirming in complete nudity upon her… she clutched the young girl's buttocks, separating them widely in a sudden inspiration, and quickly, as her lips sucked, pulled upon the rosy sweet labia that had been forced into her face, she sought out and found the girl's tiny puckered anus and gently, slowly slid her middle finger in. Lee jerked with the sudden pain of the unexpected entry and cried out. Joe, seeing what his mother was doing thought that his cock was going to spurt out forward right then and there but he grit his teeth and held on for a moment more. His own hands were cupping his mother's soft white fleshy buttocks, and without hesitation, he thrust his fingers into the moist valley between them. His fingers ran up and down the slender area until he located the small opening of her rectal passage. Pushing forward with a maniacal lunge that sent his cock ramming all the way up to crush against her convulsing cervix, Joe let his middle finger mimic hers, sliding it far into the warm, hotly clinging nether passage.
"Aaaaaaaaaagh…ooooooooh… yeeeeeeeeeeees do it do it do it toooooo meeeeeeee!" Dorothy pined, her entire body shaking and gyrating. Lee moaned into her aunt's pink and gold pussy, and reached forward to cup Joe's balls. She let her arms slide around his lunging thighs and slid her finger up from behind, taking the boy's testicles gently in her hands. As she felt the wild tingling of orgasm rising in her aching pussy, she squeezed her 14 year old cousin's testicles, milking them for their contents, as she smashed her cuntal lips against her aunt's wet tongue and teeth.
"Oooooooohhhhhhh… Cuuuuuummmmmmmmmminnnnnggg!" she groaned, "Cuuuuummmmmiiiiiiiiiing!"
"Metoo!" cried Joe, "Come on mama… come on!" He was fucking hard now, his finger wildly screwing in and out of the older woman's tiny puckered anus while she furiously did the same to little Lee's tender anal channel. Lee sucked up her aunt's thickly swollen genital tissues as though she wanted to swallow them whole, and Joe's groin smacked against her blonde disarrayed head, his penis beginning to climax right into his mother's hungrily pumping pussy.
"Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeh… oh children…" the muffled sounds emanated from Lee's shaking loins, as Dorothy let her orgasm overwhelm her. She could feel her son's semen pouring against her womb, long hot spurts, sliding about in the slick well fucked passage of her pussy. The thick head of his cock grazed against her cervix, and battered the walls of her cunt. She could feel it so well in there… so clearly… her darling boy's cock! Her clitoris gave a jerk against Lee's circling tongue and she gave herself up to them. It all combined in a gigantic overpowering motion, and she felt as though she had been caught up in an earthquake. From Joe's finger deep in her rectum to his hard cock in her desperately nibbling cunt, from Lee's tongue on her already sore and throbbing vulva. To the sensuous feel of the little girl's pussy in her face, her tight little buttocks trembling as Dorothy dipped her own middle finger into her confining back passage.
"Oh… ooh fuck it fuck it fuck it!" she cried lewdly, already soaring up into her climax, flying way past them all, caught up in the mainstream of its enormous force. It was wonderful… worth any kind of mental torment she might feel afterward… she was free and floating, alive… and total… Somehow alive!
With tremulous vibrating bodies, the family trio completed their first lustful venture since Art's precipitous departure, and much later, as night came on and the room grew darker, it occurred to all of them at somewhat different times, that it was really about the ideal way to console themselves for the confusion and pain they felt about his sudden leaving.