She shut her mouth quickly, looking scared. She still hadn't completely adjusted to the fact that these two outsiders were completely in control. Her house was no longer her castle.
The disconsolate family trooped obediently out the front door, past the screened porch onto the small lawn before the house. Overhead the sun had passed the zenith. It was bright and hot out in front of the ranch house.
Bob made Jack and Jeanette sit side by side against the wall of the house. "You heard what Jake said, Blondie," he said. He stepped behind her to loose her bonds, then prodded her with the gun.
"My name's Betsy," the girl said sullenly. She lifted her pretty oval face and glared at him defiantly with clear blue eyes.
The effect would have been better if her limber adolescent's body hadn't been utterly nude. Her tits were high and firm and hadn't begun to hang with the ripe roundness of womanhood as her sister's bountiful boobs had.
Bob scowled. "You're whatever Jake says you are. Now, get that hose over there and turn it on and wash out your sister's pussy."
Betsy glowered a moment longer. He made a peremptory movement of the gun.
Slowly, contemptuously, the naked girl turned and walked with unconscious grace to the faucet. She knelt as if unaware of her nakedness, picked up the heavy red rubber hose and turned on the water. The stream glittered like a rain of diamonds in the afternoon sun.
Her tits jiggled as she stood up and walked toward her sister. A spray of water hit Coe on the thigh. She snapped out of her haze.
"Hey, watch it," she said, jerking back her bare leg. "That hose's been lying out in the sun all day. That water's hot!"
Betsy ignored her. Holding the hose so the stream struck Coe's pussy on the gaping lips. Coe bit her lower lip. The stream was too strong to feel very good.
Abruptly Betsy stuck the nozzle of the spurting hose into her sister's pussy. Coe's eyes got wide.
"Oh, ghaaaad!" she screamed. "Get it out!"
She kicked out wildly with her legs, her ass scooting backwards on the grass. With her hands tied behind her, she couldn't coordinate, and she fell flat on her back. Betsy grabbed her by the leg, jamming the brass nozzle even farther up her sister's cunt.
"Coe! What's the matter?" Jeannette cried.
The girl's voice was shrill. "Ahhhhhhh!" she shrieked. "It's hot! Get it out of my PUSSY!" The brass nozzle had been lying in the sunlight for hours. It was almost as hot as if it had been lying on a stove.
Colleen writhed on the grass as if live steam was being pumped into her pussy. She arched her back, rolling her lush ass as if trying to fuck herself on the gushing hose. Water burst in torrents from her cunt, cleansing the remnants of pussy-oil and canine come from the depths of her twat.
The flowing water at last began to cool the sun heated fitting jammed into her pussy. But the fining of her cunt was tender, like a scalded finger. Betsy worked the hard sharp-edged nozzle around in her sister's pussy.
"Betsy," Jeanette asked, eyes wide in horror. "What are you trying to do?"
Almost savagely, the blonde wrenched the nozzle from her sister's pussy. Colleen fell back to the grass. She lay on her back, jugs heaving, eyes wide. It was as if the pain in her pussy was intensified by the knowledge it had been inflicted by her own beloved baby sister. Without speaking, Betsy stalked over and turned off the water. Then she slumped beside the faucet. She didn't face her family or her captor.
"She had it coming," she said in a small tight voice.
"Oh, Betsy!" Coe wailed. Heartbreak rang in her voice.
Jeanette shook her head. Her eyes were clouded with tears. Their predicament was bad enough. They should all be drawing together as a family, to give one another what strength and comfort they could in the face of nightmare. It was no time for them to be turning on one another like frightened rats, no matter what the misguided purity of their motives was.
"Betsy… Betsy, dear, you mustn't talk that way. You have to realize what's happening. We're all under strain, sweetheart." She almost laughed in hysteria. "We're all under strain, sweetheart," – how hopelessly inadequate those words were to describe the horror that had become their life.
Betsy shook her head convulsively. She drew her knees up in front of her tits and hugged them, pressing her pink nipples back into the snowy titflesh. "No!" she shouted. "You're being animals! You're enjoying what they're doing to us. Owwwwww!" She started to bawl.
Coe and Jack exchanged glances. When Jake had been tongue-lashing their little sister's still virgin pussy she'd sung a different tune. But it wasn't hypocrisy that angered the girl. She was confused, and her siblings knew it.
The redhead fugitive was getting nervous. "Hey, you… Blondie," he said. "Better get back over here with the others."
Betsy's shoulders shook with sobs. She made no attempt to rise.
Crack! As though from nowhere, a black snaky length of leather stretched out and stung the girl on her thigh. She jumped up with a howl, clutching at herself.
"Better do as you're told, baby," said a familiar voice, Jake stood by the corner of the house, his cock sticking out from his crotch like a flagpole. In his hand was a long black whip. He'd slipped out the back door and come, catlike, around the side of the ranch house.
Betsy rubbed the reddening spot on her thigh. Jake brought his wrist forward. The whip snaked along the pass, rustling. Its tip went between Betsy's feet. Its head reared like a cobra.
"Yiiieee!" Betsy squealed as it stung the delicate lips of her pussy.
Agony pulsed in her cuntlips. They seemed to be swelling to twice their normal size. Betsy moaned. She dropped to her knees, weak. The pain just wouldn't stop!
She pressed her hands over the blonde-bushed bulge of her pussy, clutching her injured cunt. The whip lashed out again, parallel to the ground. It whined viciously through the air to curl with deceptive gentleness around Betsy's cone-shaped tits. "AGGGHHH!" the blonde girl screeched as the braided leather tongue licked her tits.
Jake slashed Betsy across the boobs again. Her voice cracked as she screamed. The pain of the first blow across the boobs had made her nipples stand up, excitedly receptive to sensation. The sensation that flooded her tit caps was sheer torture.
Two glowing scarlet welts crossed the whiteness of Betsy's tits. The pain that throbbed in her jugs was unbearable. She tore her hands from her pussy to cross her arms over her tits. Laughing, Jake swung the whip again. It cut like a knife at her vulnerable asscheeks.
"Yahhhhhh!" Betsy fell forward on her face. She squirmed agonizedly on the grass – pussy, tits and ass alive with pain.
Jake stood above her, gloating. Turning, he surveyed the rest of her family. Coe lay huddled on her side, staring in shock and sorrow at what was happening to her sister. The fact that her sister had a few moments before been sticking a painfully-hot brass nozzle into her cunt seemed to make no difference. A little ways away, Jack and Jeanette sat side by side, stunned into silence by the suddenness and ferocity of the whipping Jake had dealt Betsy.
A lascivious grin tugged up one corner of the man's bearded mouth. "Well, look at that," he sneered. "Lover boy's got a hard-on!"
Jack blushed. Coe and his mother looked at him. His prick was standing straight up from his lap like a hairy telephone pole.
It shouldn't have surprised anyone – least of all him. He was surrounded by an extraordinary amount of beautiful, naked female flesh. His libido couldn't have been expected that since all that nude femininity was related to him, it shouldn't respond in the obvious way. So his prick was engorged with a raging lust he was trying desperately to control.
"Well," Jake said, "there's no point in wasting a lovely hard-on like that, is there? Why don't you roll on over and stick it into your loving mom?"
Jack gasped. Jeanette licked her lips, which had suddenly gone dry. Was that a tingle of desire – of incestuous craving for her own son's lovely giant, rigid cock – stirring deep inside her pussy?
The black whip rose and fell. "Yuuuuhhhhh!" Betsy cried as it slashed her butt. She drummed her legs helplessly upon the lawn as new pain coursed through her ass.
"I told you to do something, boy, and you didn't do it." Jake frowned wearily. "You disappoint me. Here I've spent practically all day showing your family what's what, and you still haven't caught on. So let me try to make it clear to you again." He took a step back and raised the whip high over his head. He swung it in a great whistling arc. Then he hurled it forward, snapping his hand back abruptly.
The knotted-leather thong at the end cracked precisely on the lips of Betsy's cunt.
Fiery pain lanced into her pussy. "Yaaaiiieee!" she rolled onto her back, her legs flailing. Crushed grass had stained her face and whip marked tits with green.
Jack looked at Jake a moment more, eyes wide with disbelief. Then he rolled to his side and, propping himself on one elbow, hoisted himself above his mother. Jeanette, sitting with her shoulders against the stuccoed wall of the house, gazed into her son's face with level green eyes. He wouldn't meet her gaze. She exhaled abruptly and parted her legs.
Slowly, Jack leaned forward onto her. He over-balanced and fell forward so that his chin fell onto his mother's shoulder. He wriggled his hips forward, trying to regain some sort of balance. Both of them sighed as one as the tip of his cock sank into the moist bearded entrance of her pussy.
Jeanette was not surprised to find her pussy wet and eager. Nor was she particularly concerned. Her son's cockhead was big and rubbery between her pussy-lips. She felt his pulse racing, transmitting the guilty horniness he felt through his staff of meaty prick and into her waiting cunt.
"All right, big boy," she said huskily, with deliberate coarseness. "Show your momma what, you can do!" Suddenly she thrust her hips forward.
"Ahhhhh…" Jack moaned as his mother's cunt enveloped his throbbing cock.
Jeanette wagged her hips forward, sucking Jack's cock into her pussy with rhythmic tightening of her cunt-tunnel. She felt the rough wall scrape skin from her bare shoulders. She paid no attention to the discomfort. Her son's cock was hard and big and sheer heaven as it stretched the walls of her cunt to fit its girth.
The tightness of his mother's cunt astonished Jack. Slipping into the oily paradise of Jeanette's pussy had been easy for his cock, huge as it was. But now that it was there, his mother's cunt fit around the thick prick with a snugness that took his breath away. He'd fucked his cock into virgin pussies that were no tighter than this.
Jeanette shook her head, feeling her son's hair against her cheek. It was probably hard for the boy to understand. But she had been just barely sixteen when she'd married John Mason, Jack's father, and Betsy's age when she'd borne the twins. So there was not as much of a gap between her age and Jack's as was common between parent and child. And her eighteen-year-old son was a hell of a handsome young stud.
Of course, there was the fact that what she was doing violated some of her most ingrained taboos. But she'd have to live with that. Right now, all that really mattered was that her son's cock was the nicest thing she'd had inside her pussy in over two long years.
She bit her lip. Jack was shuddering against her like a small frightened child. She could feel the ecstasy building in the pulsing length of his prick. He was enjoying just having his prick buried in his mother's dripping cunt. But he felt it was wrong. He was embarrassed.
She decided to make it easy on him. No – there was more than that – if she was going to be forced to let her own son fuck her, she was at least going to get a real down-home-fucking! With something like a smile she started rippling the muscles of her pussy along the bar of Jack's big prick.
"Oh!" He shook his head as if in disbelief. His mother's cunt played with his prick like strong agile fingers. Not even his twin sister's cunt had teased his prick to such pounding delight. He scrunched his knees forward until they were on the ground to either side of his mother's shapely ass. Her legs were drawn up around him, and the fronts of his thighs pressed the backs of hers.
He rocked his hips back experimentally. His prick slid easily out of his mother's cunt. Her slippery pussy-lips clung lovingly to the shaft of his prick as it withdrew.
"Ooooooh, honey," Jeanette crooned in his ear, "you sure know how to do it!"
He sure did. And he was too horny by now not to want to try to give this lovely wanton woman the fucking of her life – even if she was his mother. With all the power in his spring-like thighs, he hammered his cock back into that, brimming cunt so hard, his balls slapped against her asshole.
Cunt-honey misted in a fine spray from Jeanette's pussy as Jack's cock plunged home. "Yes!" she shouted, and she ground her cunt into his crotch. Her pussy fervently clutched the boy's cock. He grunted at the exquisite pressure of her skilled pussy on his prick, but he wasn't deterred. He bent his legs again, sucking his cock from Jeanette's cunt with agonizing slowness.
After a delightful eternity of cockmeat slipping through clinging cunt, just the reddish-purple head of Jack's cock remained inside his mother's cunt. The elastic ring of her pussy gripped the big cock firmly. He poised there a moment and savored the urgent tension of Jeanette's cunt on his prick. He felt tremors in the magnificent legs that flanked him. A ripe fruit of tit hung against his chest, and the nipple drilled into his skin.
Jeanette threw her head back, thumping it against the wall, just as her daughter had bumped her head on the tree, as Jack fucked her pussy with his fabulous cock.
"God, I can't stand it any more!" she screamed. "Fuck me! Fuck me hard!"
His cock rocketed back into her cunt with a juicy slurp that ended with the smack of his cunt juice soaked crotch against hers. The lips of her pussy kissed the base of his prick as he round the cock ferociously into her pussy. Then he yanked his prick out again. The suction in Jeanette's pussy made her almost queasy with erotic joy.
Hot cuntjuice dripped from Jack's stiff cock. He fucked it home again. Jeanette's pussy fit itself to the stabbing cock like a glove of hot, oily, living flesh. They both moaned in delight.
To and fro he worked his hips. Braced with his chin on his mother's shoulder and his forehead touching the wall, Jack could use his powerful back, stomach and thigh muscles to piston his prick in and out of Jeanette's cunt with a force beyond both their imaginings. His cock was almost as much a blur, delving in and out of Colleen's pussy. Joined together more intimately than they had been since the young man's birth, mother and son fucked each other with a rising and unholy passion.
Jeanette felt lust and pleasure well up inside her body until if seemed the delicious rushing sensation would swamp her brain. She rubbed her cheek mindlessly against her son's head, muttering wordless sounds of love and lust. Her bare feet were flat on the grassy pound, to give her legs leverage to return her son's incestuous fucking stroke for stroke. Her pussy corkscrewed around the boy's thrusting cock, squeezing and sucking and teasing and tempting the stabbing shaft of prick until sweat poured down his face.
"Oh, Momma!" he gasped. "Can't… hold it… much… longer!" With a convulsive sidewise heave of his hips, he fucked his cock to the hilt in the quagmire of his mother's cunt.
Jeanette yelped as Jack's side-motion twisted his cock fantastically inside her pussy. "It's all right!" she gasped. "Come in me, Jack. Fill my pussy with your jism!"
Jack's cock slid from her cunt, then fucked violently back in again. It had withdrawn halfway when Jack cried out hoarsely. She felt his cock swell and suddenly clench like a fist.
"Ohhhhhh!" she gasped as hot come flooded her pussy.
Her son fucked his fountaining cock back into her pussy, and then she gave herself up to her own overpowering orgasm.