Monica sucked in her breath. She watched the lift of her son's round ass. She saw the crack between his cheeks, the balls dangling between his thighs, the thrust of his giant prick.
She watched the way her sister spread out under him, and she was churning with envy. She swirled her hand over her cunt again and again, but fingers just weren't enough any more.
She searched quickly for the item she knew was in the bathroom, making a clatter and banging they should have heard. She didn't care if they heard her any more. She was ready to go out and snatch her son from her sister and take his cherry prick into her own cunt.
Her fingers squeezed around the new, slick tube of toothpaste. She hurried back to the hamper. She lifted one leg and looked through the crack in the door and spread her cuntlips with the fingers of one hand and held the tube with the other.
It was a huge tube – the family size. She timed it just right. She watched her son's ass lower. She watched his prick throb and shake as it neared Vicky's bald little cunt mouth.
"Ah! Ah!" he gasped suddenly. "Aunt Vicky! Mom! God! Ohhh, I can't hold… yaaaagh!"
"Oh, God! You're coming! It's all right, darling! Ohhh, don't waste it all! Fuck it into me! Fuck – ah! Ahhhh!"
His prick trembled wildly as the tip hovered over her spread-open cunt mouth. Then it exploded, blasting the hole and the puffy lips and her whole crotch with scalding cum.
His prick spurted and spewed, showered her crotch, bathing every inch of her pink flesh. Vicky reached between their bodies quickly and gripped his cock and pulled.
Her pussy mouth sucked up and down, wet from her own juices, wetter still from his flood of cum.
She drew the head of his spewing prick into her hole. Cum spewed and splashed everywhere as jets blasted off her tissues from point-blank range.
And then he was shooting into her as his cock slid and tumbled and thrust into her sodden, slippery cunt hole.
She pulled tightly at his ass, yanking him into her, drinking up the blasting fountain with her sucking cunt.
He plowed against her, their bodies sliding and slipping together through the lubricating juices. He plunged all the way up her cunt and made her hips tip up and toss and her mouth fall open widely.
"Oh, God!" she cried throatily.
His prick was huge. It filled her tiny cunt completely. The blasting stream from it hosed as hard in her pussy as it had over her crotch.
It stretched into her body with each pump of jism, with each spasm of his climax, and it was one of the biggest, hardest, most exciting pricks she'd ever fucked her cunt around.
Monica watched her sister lunge and thrash. She saw the way Vicky's arms flew around Bruce's neck and hugged him to her. She heard the moaning and whimpering of their incredibly wet union, and she fucked the big slick tube of toothpaste up her cunt as far as it would go.
She pumped it back and forth. The tube made sloshing sounds in her wet cunt. It was hard, but it yielded just enough to the squeezing of her cunt muscles to feel good.
"Mom! God! Ohhh, your pussy! I've never felt anything so wonderful! God! Ohhh, I'm going to come again!"
"Yes! Yes, darling! Me too! Ohhh, fuck it into me, Bruce! God, give it to me again!"
Vicky was shocked. He'd just sucked her off to a big orgasm, and she was ready again. Just like a teenager with steamy panties. God, it was great to fuck kids!
"Ahhhhh!" she groaned loudly. "I'm coming, Bruce! Fuck me! Fuck Mom and Aunt Vicky and Nancy and everybody! Fuck them all with your big, blasting prick!"
"I am!" he cried. "Here it comes! Ohhh, God!"
He whimpered and moaned. He ground his hips against her split-open crotch. He rammed his big prick all the way up her body and let the spasms sweep through him again.
His cum blasted and hosed. He filled her cunt full. It ran and spurted from between her naked pussylips and his plunging shaft and coated their thighs and crotches with still another load.
Monica whistled through her nose as she watched them. The tube flew in and out of her dripping cunt. She pumped her hips against it and rolled her clit with her thumb and she exploded with them, her yearning pussy squeezing spasmodically around the big tube until she weaved dizzily and had to sit down.
She panted and watched them through the crack. Vicky had done it. It was over. He was cherried now. He was a stud.
And she was ready and eager to fuck her son.
"Go ahead, Monica," Vicky said with a taunting smile. "What are you waiting for?"
"I'm still afraid."
"I thought you were ready now. That's what you told me last night after he went to bed."
"Did you have to fuck him so much, Vicky?" she asked snappishly.
Vicky laughed softly. "No, I didn't have to. I wanted to. He learned very fast. I liked it, darling. And you liked watching, too. I heard you in there, coming and coming. Your cunt must be rubbed raw by now."
"It is," Monica said. "But did you have to do everything? You could have left me something to give him so that it would be new for him."
"Darling, I did," Vicky smiled. She leaned closer to her sister and put her hand out. She cupped Monica's pointed tit through the filmy nightie and gave it a gentle squeeze.
"What?" Monica said. "I didn't see anything you left out. You jacked him off, you sucked him clear down your throat, you fucked him, you made him eat your pussy and tits. What else is left, Vicky, for God's sake!"
Vicky smiled again. "The best of all, sweetie." She moved her hand and kneaded gently. "Your ass."
Monica whipped her head around and gasped. "Oh, God!"
"That big prick right up your ass, darling – hosing and squirting, giving you a hot, white enema!"
"Ohhhh…" Monica groaned, shivering wildly.
Her asscheeks clamped together. The squeezing of Vicky's hand was like an electric current through her body. She remembered the huge, stuffing feel of Gil's prick fucking up her ass the night before he left, and she didn't know if she could take that again.
But it wouldn't be Gil's pick this time. It would be Bruce's young cock. Her son's.
"Go on, now," Vicky urged. "Quit stalling. Keep the lights out so there's no chance he'll know. Then go in there and pretend you're me and let him fuck you silly."
Monica shivered again, a small sound escaping her lips. It was so deceitful, so shameless, so perverted. But her cunt was so hot she couldn't stand it any more. And she knew that Bruce would freeze up if he suspected he was really fucking his mother.
Vicky pushed. Monica got off the bed wordlessly. She felt lightheaded. With each step toward the door, there was growing realization that she was on her way into her son's room to fuck his prick into her body.
There was something ancient about it, something with the flavor of a ritual. She felt the film nightie whisper against her bare legs and flow around her naked, round asscheeks and slip against her bald cunt and pouting nipples, and she sucked in her breath with terrible heat flashing through her.
"Go on," Vicky urged. "Don't stop, Monica. Don't stop, or you'll never go."
"I shouldn't."
"You want it. It'll be good for him. It'll be good for both of you. It might even be good for Gil. Maybe he won't feel so superior any more. Like such a stud."
"Gil?" Monica asked, her voice hollow and strange. "Good for Gil?"
"Sure. If he finds out, you'll have a reason. Bruce is tender and gentle. That's why. Maybe it'll make him more tender, less of a raping bull."
"Gil would kill him if he found out." Her voice shook.
"I don't think so. I think he'll have mixed emotions. He'll want to kill, and he'll be proud at the same time. It'll make him think. You're not just a box for Bruce to bang. You're his mother. How much more skill is there in seducing your mother than a hot young cunt? It'll make Gil think."
"But Bruce hasn't seduced me. I'm doing it to him. You did it."
"Gil doesn't need to know that. Besides, maybe he'll quit that damn oil job now – get himself off that rig before he ends up dead the way Stan did. He won't want to leave you home along with Bruce any more. Or maybe he will, I don't know. Better Bruce than catting around behind his back. Maybe he'll look at it that way and be relieved."
"Yes. He might."
Monica stood in front of the door. Her voice sounded very funny to her. While she was talking about Gil, there was a cool remoteness to her thoughts, as if something were about to be resolved between them, as though she were asserting herself for the first time. Enough to make him listen finally.
It would be good. All around, it would be good.
She opened the door and stepped into the dark hall. She walked quickly down it. She didn't knock on Bruce's door. She opened it and went into his room.
There was a gasp. She heard the quick rustle of sheets. In stray light from outside, she saw that he was naked on the bed and that his cock was standing stiffly in the air. He pulled the sheet over it quickly and sat up and looked embarrassed.
"Aunt Vicky?" he whispered.
"Yes," Monica said. Her heart pounded. She shut the door. "But don't forget our little game, honey," she said, trying to use Vicky's words, Vicky's inflections.
"How could I forget?" he whispered.
"Then what are you supposed to call me?"
"Mom!"
She went to the bed and stood beside it. The light came through her nightie. He saw the outline of her body through it, and she shivered with the knowledge that she was nearly nude for him and would soon be fucking him.
"What were you doing when I came in, darling?" She saw the hump in the sheet. She reached forward brazenly, trying to still the trembling in her fingers. Vicky's fingers wouldn't be trembling right now.
"Aw, Aunt – Mom!" he gasped.
She caught hold of his stiff cock. Thrills chased through her body and made her moan.
"Ohhhh, Brucie – you were jacking off, weren't you?"
"Yes! I couldn't help it! I laid here and thought about what we did last night, and I was hoping you'd come in just the way you did! Ohhhh, Mom!" he gasped.
She sat on the bed with him. "You know what to do by now, don't you, honey?" she said.
She shivered again. She was glad he knew. She didn't have the nerve to initiate it beyond what she'd already done.
"You bet I do," he said. "Come here, Mom. I've got a big hard prick. It's right here, and you've got your hand around it, and it wants to fuck into your hot, wet cunt again."
"Do you think you can have a little more control over yourself tonight, Brucie?" she asked.
"I-I can try, Mom."
"Then I'll – ohhh, God, I'll let you fuck me, Bruce!" she gasped.
There! It was out! She'd said it!
"Ohhh, Mom!" he whimpered, reaching for her.
He reached for the tie on her nightie and undid it. Monica helped him. It slipped from her shoulders and bared her pointed, thrusting tits.
He cupped them in his hands and felt them. She gasped and drew in a shaking breath and leaned against him, swimming with heat, her bald cunt running already.
"Ohhh, they're extra hard and big tonight, Mom," Bruce whispered. "The nipples."
"Oh, suck them, darling! Suck them! Suck Mom's tits!"
Monica was nearly beside herself. Vicky's words came easily to her lips. They should. She'd wanted to say them many times in the past.
Bruce gasped and held her tit in his hand and sucked his mouth down over the end of it. Monica moaned and lay back, feeling the wet warmth start at her tit end and spread through her whole body until she was aflame.
"God, darling! It's good! Ohhh, Bruce!"
"Mom! Ohhh, I love you Mom! I love sucking your tits!"
"Is that all you love doing to your mom, honey?"
"Not by far, Mom!"
"Then do it! God, hurry up and do it!"
"Jesus, Mom!" he gasped. "You're so different tonight!"
Monica stiffened. "Different?"
"Hot! Ready! Is this the way Nancy's going to be, Mom?"
"Yes, darling – yes," Monica sighed.
She was glad he'd said that. It made it more right somehow. Not as perverted. He wasn't going to fall in love with his mother. He was still thinking of Nancy. Fucking his mother was merely training, the way learning to eat with good manners was training.
"Ohhhh, Bruce – take this nightie off me! Hurry, darling! Oh, gently, Bruce – gently."
"Okay, Mom!" he gasped, keeping a check on himself.
His prick throbbed and bucked under her fingers. She lifted the sheet from it at the same time he was slipping the filmy garment off her body. They stared through the dimness at each other's bodies at the same time.
"Ohhh, I love your bald curt, Mom! I love it! I want to suck it again!"
"Bruce! Oh, Bruce…" Monica gasped.
He didn't pause. His fingers stroked up her thighs. Gently, tenderly. The way she'd always dreamed Gil would learn how to do it.
She felt his breath against her skin. Her legs parted of their own volition, spreading wide, making her slick, shameless cunt open with them and run slippery honey from its depths.
His breath puffed against her slit. His cheek touched her thigh. She arched up and put her hand to the back of his head and closed her eyes and nearly swooned when his mouth opened and his soft lips covered the whole of her cunt at once.
"Ahhhh, darling!" she cried tightly, arching up again.
His lips were all over her cunt. His tongue washed up and down her slit. It rolled the straining, flaming knob of her clitoral button and swept down again, massaging her flesh, steaming it up to unbelievable wetness and heat.
When his tongue thrust into her slippery, pulsing, sucking cunt hole, she let out a thin scream and came.
"Ahhh, darling!" she cried.
He attacked her then. His tongue thrust and stabbed. His lips compressed around her cunt and sucked the puffy flesh of her pussylips into his mouth. His fingers trailed all over her thighs and ass crack and teased her asshole and made it pulse wildly.
"God! God!" she gasped finally.
Bruce lifted his head and grinned at her through the dimness. "Gosh, Mom – that was quick!"
"That's because – because you're so good, Bruce," she said, cupping the back of his head. She was pleased with herself for thinking so fast. It was better telling him that than telling him how hot she was.
"Am I really that good, Aunt Vicky?"
"Bruce," she said. "I'm not Aunt Vicky. I'm your mother."
Her heart pounded. She didn't know why she felt she had to tell him. Maybe it was a last effort to back out before his prick entered the hole from which he had been born.
"Yeah, okay. I forgot."
"You didn't forget, darling. I'm your mother."
"All right, Mom. I don't know why you want me to say that. She wouldn't ever come in here like this. She'd be too afraid."
Monica looked at him. He didn't really know. He thought she was Vicky.
"You were too afraid too, Bruce," she said.
"I know. Not that I didn't want to. But."
"Do you think you could fuck her now, darling?"
"Yes!"
"Then do it, Bruce! God, slip that big prick into my cunt and fuck me!"
He hesitated. He snorted through his nose with heat. He looked at her and shook his head.
"Boy, you're sure different tonight."
"And you talk too much. Nancy won't like that."
Bruce shut up then. He clamped his lips around her tit and sucked it deeply into his mouth. He kicked all the sheets and garments from the bed and held his thrusting prick in his hand. He came over her, gazing down.
"Look – I'm not coming yet!"
"Wait until that big cock is in my cunt. I'll make it come!"
"I can hold it, Mom."
"We'll see."
He touched the head to her cunt mouth. It was warm and velvety and open. Monica moaned and felt her pussy flesh spasm and drool lewdly.
Her thighs spread as widely as they could, and she lifted up with her hips, sucking his cock into her cunt with flexing, pulsing muscles and silky, oiled flesh.
"Ahhhhh, God!" she moaned.
"I'm not coming, Mom!" he grunted.
"You will! Ohhh, I'm going to fuck that big cock until it blows my cunt full of jism! Ohhh, I'm fucking it and fucking it! Can you feel me fuck it, darling! Ohhhh!"
Monica went wild. She couldn't believe the sensations chasing through her. The prick was giant. It had the hardness of youthful vigor.
Her cunt sucked and pulsed all around it. Her tissues sucked and squeezed and drooled. She shook her ass up and down and made big circles with her hips.
She fucked his cock as if it were the most wonderful prick on earth, and she held nothing back.
"Ohhhh, I'm not coming!" Bruce gasped, gritting his teeth, holding on for all he was worth.
"Well, I am!" Monica cried.
What a joy! What a blessed, blissful fuck! She could do anything to his prick, and he didn't end it with a big blast into her cunt and a heavy thud against her chest.
That was the way Gil did it. That was the way she was so tired of doing. And then she knew what Gil's problem was. For all the women he'd fucked and bragged over, he'd learned only to fuck at them, not with them, the way Bruce was doing.
She reached high. It came to her. The huge waves of orgasm spilled and washed over her. She swirled her flooded cunt around his skewering cock and loved the most wonderful fucking she'd ever had.
Her cunt sucked and spasmed. Her heart pounded. Her arms flew about her son's neck and hugged him tightly, and she felt a quivering scream come up from the depths of her body and pass between her lips and fill the room with sound.
"Yaaaagh! Darling! Bruce! Ohhh, fuck me, fuck me! Fuck your mother again and again!"
Bruce grunted and gasped. He held his prick fully into her cunt and let her twist and shudder around the stiff shaft.
"I'm – not… coming…" he gasped tightly.
Monica fell back. She was dizzy. She felt ready to black out. She gasped and panted. Her whole body tingled as it never had before. Her tits were swollen to twice their normal size, it seemed, and they were rock hard.
The nipples stood out from the ends of them, red and rubbery and long. Her whole ass quivered and shook. She felt his monstrously hard cock throb and jerk in the depths of her cunt, and she saw the way he gritted his teeth and kept himself from coming.
"Ohhhh, Bruce! You did it! You made me come, and you didn't come yourself! Oh, you darling! You deserve a reward!"
"Ohhhh, Mom!" he gasped, his prick shuddering threateningly with her promise.
Monica slipped her cunt back from his cock quickly. She held the slippery pole. She gasped. She felt her asscheeks tighten and quake.
"Bruce – don't come yet."
"I-I won't, Mom!" he gasped.
"I want you to do something. There's one thing we haven't done yet. But you're going to have to be gentle."
"I will, Mom!" he gasped again.
"Ohhhh, Nancy's going to love this, Bruce. And it's safe. You won't get her pregnant when you fuck her this way."
"Fuck her what… way?" he gasped again. He looked at her. What was she talking about? There was only one way to fuck. And he'd just fucked her into a hot wild orgasm that way.
Monica saw his puzzlement. She said nothing. She made room for herself. She rolled over under him onto her belly. She looked at him over her shoulder. She thrust her ass up and back and spread her legs wide.
"Bruce! Fuck Mom's ass!" she cried.
"Ass!" he choked.
He gripped his cock. It trembled wildly.
"Don't come!" she cried.
He yanked his hand away. He stared down at the tight, round balls of her asscheeks and ran his hands over them. He palmed them apart.
"Ohhhh, Mom! You don't mean it!" he gasped.
"Put your big cock in my asshole and see if I don't mean it, darling," she moaned.
She weaved her ass back and forth, like a flag, urging him on. He got to his knees between her legs and approached her. He held his cock again.
"Is it wet?" she asked.
"Sort of," he said.
"Stick it in my cunt again, then, and get it wet and slippery, honey. Don't come! If you come in my cunt, you can't fuck my ass!"
"Ohhh, God…" he groaned.
He pressed up behind her. He fed his stiff, iron-hard cock into her cunt hole again. It was twice as slippery and juicy in there as it had been before, and he wondered where it had all come from.
He pumped her cunt twice. He didn't dare fuck her there any more. He let his prick soak. Then he pulled it out and saw the light gleam from the juicy shaft of his cock.
"Gently, darling – tenderly…" Monica moaned.
"I will, Mom!" he gasped.
He came up behind her again. He pushed at her asscheeks. Monica moaned and couldn't keep her ass still. The head of his cock slipped over her asshole and sent it into spasms.
"Ohhh, God – try again, darling! I want your prick up my ass! All the way up your mother's ass!"
"God – oh, God!" he moaned, shaking his head with sexual delirium. His prick was so loaded it was ready to rupture.
He aimed again. He tipped the wet, slippery head of his cock against her puckered asshole. He pushed, gently but firmly.
"Yes! Ohhh, that's it! Press! Wait! Ohhh, let me loosen up! Here, let me play with my cunt a minute! Ohhh, that feels so gooood!"
The bed jiggled. Bruce gasped. He looked down and saw her fingers wriggle out from between her thighs. They slid back and forth, and he knew she was finger-fucking her cunt. The top of his head felt as if it were about to come off.
He pressed the head of his dick against her tight asshole. Amazingly, her anal ring began to loosen and soften. His cockhead was surrounded more and more by warm, clinging, tight ass flesh.
He pressed again. Monica moaned and felt fire blaze all through her body. Not pain. Good fire.
Her asshole opened wide. The big mushroom head of his cock slipped past her anal ring. The shaft slid and slid. It plowed into her shit chute. It reamed up her ass. It fucked into her very depths and thrilled her beyond belief.
"Ahhhhh!" she cried tightly. "Bruce!"
"Am I hurting you, Mom?" he cried.
"No! Fuck me! Fuck me all the way! Come in my ass, darling! Blast my ass full of cum! Ohhh, give me a big white enema! FUCK MOM'S ASS, DARLING!"
"Yaaaah!" he cried.
He pressed all the way up her ass. Her anal ring spasmed around the root of his prick. His balls drew up and quavered. He could feel the big bolts of jism rumbling threateningly.
He heard the door open and saw the light come on and stared at his Aunt Vicky.
"MOM!" he cried.
His cock exploded, sending torrents of scalding cum up his mother's ass. There was no question of it this time. It was his mother's ass. And he had fucked her silky, shaking, horny cunt. He had made her come wildly, harder than his father, her husband, ever had.
Pride swelled through him. His prick stretched another inch into his mother's ass. He watched his aunt toss off the filmy robe she was wearing and stand there with her bald cunt gleaming in the light.
He watched her reach between her legs and masturbate her cunt to flaming heat before she got into the bed with them and offered her silky pussy to his mother's open, gasping mouth.
"Ahhhhh, Vicky!" Monica cried. "Ohhh, he blasted my asshole full! He made my cunt shake and come the way it never has! Ahhhhh, give me your cunt – your wonderful cunt to suck! Ohhhh, I want to kiss your sweet pussy until you come and come, you wonderful sister!"
Vicky lifted her hips. She spread her legs wide. She pulled her naked cuntlips wide with the tips of her fingers and offered her swimming hole to her sister's mouth.
She looked up at Bruce. She winked before she moaned with the thrust of Monica's tongue into her steaming cunt.
"You learned, honey," she said to him.
"Ahhhh, I'm going to come again!" he cried, sliding his prick back and forth in the clinging hole between his mother's asscheeks.
Monica bubbled into the wet flesh of her sister's cunt. "Ohhhh, teach Gil next, Vicky!" she cried. "Teach Gil too!"
Vicky cupped the back of her head. She lifted her cunt high from the bed.
"I will, darling – I will!"
"He'll love learning from you. He always had the hots for you."
"I know."
"Vicky, don't leave us! Stay with us! Fuck us!"
Vicky laughed softly and then moaned as Monica's tongue slithered far up her wet cunt.
"Ohhhh, honey – you're learning too! That was a good one, Monica – do it again! Ahhh, again!"
"Aunt Vicky? Teach Nancy? Make her want my prick?"
"You first, Bruce. That's your job, not mine. I'll tell you what she'll like – your mom and I will. But you're on your own now. It's time for you to be a man."
He groaned and shoved his cock all the way into his mother's ass and came again, his mind already thinking of how it was going to be with Nancy next Friday night.