The following morning we heard that Dad had come home just before dawn and was in bed recovering from a monstrous hangover. Nora had left the house before breakfast to go hiking with Harold, which caused Bob and I to wonder if pony-tailed Harold would finally get his end in. Now that Nora had admitted her real reasons for embracing celibacy it seemed quite likely that she would follow through by raping hapless Harold. We wished him luck.
Aunt Liz was in a very good mood. While Mum was upstairs plying Dad with orange juice and toast, she turned to us with glee in her eyes and, rubbing her hands, she said: “It's going to happen soon, I can feel it in my bones. This family is on the brink of a real breakthrough. Don't you think so, Kathy?”
“It's all possible,” I said evasively.
“Come on, you know more than you're letting on. What happened at the office yesterday? Don't tell me your dear old Dad went on a binge just for the hell of it? He hasn't been drunk since Elaine was born.”
Bob looked at me searchingly. “Yes, what did happen at the office, Kathy?”
“Oh, nothing.” I bent over my cereal and hoped they'd stop asking questions. Of course that only made them probe more.
“Something must have happened,” said Bob, “for you to be so tight-lipped. The biggest gossip in the house, usually, Aunt Liz, and now she has nothing to say.”
“Oh, leave me alone!”
We heard the sound of footsteps coming down the stairs. As one we fell silent. Mum walked into the kitchen and announced that Dad was feeling a little better.
“If I were you I'd let him suffer,” said Aunt Liz. “It's alright for a man to get drunk but that's no reason for you to put yourself out.”
“He's sleeping now, anyway,” said Mum. “I might go into the city for a while and shop or something. It's about time I got out of the house.”
“That's the spirit. Hey, I might go with you. We can look up a few friends or have lunch together, how does that sound?”
“Yes, that would be nice,” Mum said unenthusiastically.
They left about an hour later. Aunt Liz lingered for a moment till Mum was out of the door, then she threw her car keys at Bob and said: 'Take your sister for a drive and leave your father to suffer in solitude.” She winked and disappeared.
We gave them a few minutes to get under way, and then we hopped into Aunt Liz's car. Bob took the wheel, of course. He loved to drive. But instead of putting his all into driving, he turned to me the moment we cleared the front gate and said: “So what happened between you and Dad? Don't tell me you laid him.”
“Not exactly,” I said hesitantly. And then, bit by bit, I told him the whole story. Bob listened intently, driving at a fast clip all the while. Now and then he shook his head and sighed, as though it was all too much for him. When the story came to an end he said: “Phew! I didn't think Dad had it in him. But he couldn't go all the way, eh? Probably afraid you'd lose respect for him. Jesus, Kathy, you're quite the little operator, aren't you? Who are you thinking of balling next, Mum?”
“I see you're beginning to think of me like all the others,” I said angrily. “You think fucking is all I care about Well, that's not fair, Bob. I only do it with those Hove.”
“Just kidding,” said Bob. We reached the freeway ramp and when he had nosed the big, powerful car into the mainstream of traffic he floored the accelerator, letting it have a free rein for a minute or so till the bulk of traffic was behind us. “Anyway, I understand now why he went on a drunk last night You must have blown his mind for him.”
“And that isn't all,” I said with a reminiscent smile.
“Yeah… but listen, it's about time we coordinated matters a little in this family. Since you've come home you've turned Elaine into a lesbian by the looks of it we've alienated Nora, driven Dad around the bend, and brought the beast out of Aunt Liz. God only knows what Mum is going through at the moment.”
“Speaking of Mums,” she said, pointing ahead, “there they are, tooling along the freeway. Why don't you just drop back a little and follow them.”
“What for? Let them have their day on the town and well go some place private to fuck up a storm.”
“Later-right now I want to check something.” It was just a hunch, as they say in detective stories. A few small points hadn't gelled with me over the past few days. Mum seemed too complacent, and things were happening that had to have a cause, a prime mover… yet they had been made to look like circumstantial little events. Why? I had no idea. I just had a feeling that Mum and Aunt Liz weren't going shopping, and that it was important for us to know what they were about to do.
Bob hung back far enough to remain undiscovered. They were talking, anyway. Mum and her sister always had plenty to say to each other in spite of having lived close to each other ever since they'd moved out of their parental home. They made a turn just within the outskirts of town and headed toward one of the better neighborhoods in the area. It became harder to tail them and if they hadn't been so talkative they would surely have spotted Aunt Liz's conspicuous car. At last Mum pulled over in front of a neat suburban home insulated from the street by a high hedge and a number of small trees. Both women got out of the car and walked up to the front door.
“See?” said Bob. “They're just going to visit old friends. Now what did you want to know that for?”
“Let's just check.” He shrugged and parked the car around the corner. We walked warily towards the house, looking around to make sure no one was watching us. Everything was dead quiet, clean and orderly, curtains before all windows-but surely there'd be an old biddy to peer out through the lace, a hand on the hot line to the police station. I figured it was worth the risk.
Bob hung back while I peaked through the front windows. Nothing. Just a nice, neat living room. We went around to the side and found even less. Bob began to motion me to come back to the car and let the matter slide. I was determined to find out what was going on in that quiet house. The rear windows told me nothing either. They had to be upstairs. That in itself was odd.
“Let's go!” Bob whispered. He hated sneaky operations. I shook my head and he told me he'd wait for me in the car. That was fine with me. When he'd gone I went around the house once more, this time testing the doors. The back door was open. I removed my shoes and walked barefoot into the house. From upstairs came the sound of laughter-either Aunt Liz's or Mum's. I could hear my heart thumping wildly. This was turning into a real caper!
Up the stairs, terrified every step of the way. At the end of a short corridor the laughter was loudest. A door was slightly ajar. I came as close as I dared and, pressed hard against the wall, I looked in. Mum was in a chair, her legs crossed, a drink in her hand-and she had her eyes on me. “Come in, Kathy,” she said pleasantly. Aunt Liz opened the door the rest of the way and I walked in, feeling flushed and stupid. When I sat down I found we weren't alone. Two men sat on a couch facing Mum and Aunt Liz, big, muscular, swarthy men who seemed most amused.
“This my daughter, Kathy,” said Mum, “and this is Harry, and that handsome brute next to him is Carl.” We nodded at each other and then I turned to Mum to see what all this meant. “Carl has been my lover for quite a while,” said Mum in reply to my silent question. “And Harry helps him out sometimes. Your aunt and I come here regularly. In fact, you might say we're their best customers, isn't that right, boys?”
“Yes indeed,” nodded Carl.
“Customers?” My head felt very fuzzy at that moment This wasn't the mother I knew! Mum actually seemed urbane and swinging, sitting there holding her fancy drink and talking about lovers. What had happened to the zombie?
“Carl and Harry make a Irving out of filling in the gaps left by busy husbands,” Aunt Liz explained. “Really, it doesn't cost much more than a reasonable session at the beauty parlor, so it's well worth it. And when you pay for something, you get exactly what you want-an inestimable advantage, you see?”
“I didn't think you would have to pay for it, either of you,” I said lamely.
“Take my word for it, my dear,” said Mum, “it works out far better this way. Saves me having to sit in bars day in, day out.”
That put the finishing touches to my trauma. I just couldn't picture Mum sitting in a bar asking for a match from oily strangers. “Well, well,” I said finally, “and I thought you'd given up on sex long ago.”
“Not me, Kathy, but your father did-ten years ago, as a matter of fact.”
“Ten years ago? Why does that seem to make sense to me?”
“Because that's when you did something to him that made him long for other kinds of sex, the kinds I couldn't give.” There wasn't a trace of bitterness in Mum's voice as she said it. She knew that my seven-year-old's mind hadn't been able to grasp the implications of sitting with my naked little pussy on Dad's erect cock. “Yes,” she went on, “that's what did it As a result I had to find my pleasure elsewhere. Liz has been a big help to me in that field because she knows it backwards. Thanks to her I found Carl and Harry.”
The two men just lounged back, sipping from their drinks at infrequent intervals. They were listening, yet they seemed far away. Both of them were so handsome, so strong-one look at them made me aware of what Mum liked about them.
“And it was your aunt who suggested a possible remedy to the situation at home,” said Mum. “When you were due to come back from school she said it might be possible to get Dad over his incestuous desires simply by satisfying them.”
“Aha!” I said. Now the pieces all fell into place. “So it was you who arranged for Aunt Liz to babysit Bob and me, right?”
“Of course. And I asked her to move in with us as a sort of agent provocateur. Not only that, but guess who persuaded your father's secretary to take a day off?”
“You? Jesus, Mum, that was a stroke of genius.”
“Was it? Then tell me how it worked out,” I had to go through the story again. Mum and Aunt Liz were a captive audience. Not a detail could be bypassed. When they heard how he'd gone along with the seduction, they beamed openly. But then I got to the part where he'd chickened out and their faces fell. “Damn!” said Mum. “I was sure he'd go all the way!”
“Seems like your old man has real problems, baby,” said Carl.
“Shut up, Carl,” Mum snapped back. “This is beyond your ken.”
“Sorry.” He got up and made drinks for everyone, then passed them around on a tray. Mum took one without blinking, or thanking him. The room fell silent for several minutes. She and Aunt Liz were lost in thought looking for a way to get Dad to cross the bridge.
“He's hopeless alright,” said Mum suddenly. She lifted her glass and toasted each one of us. “Still, he's only human. Another good push ought to do the trick.”
“Wait a minute,” I said, getting to my feet. “I'm doing my best to work all this out… am I to understand that your plan was to plunge the whole family into incest just to help Dad get over his problems?”
“Roughly speaking, yes.”
“Isn't that a little…” I couldn't find the word.
“Precipitate? Oh, probably,” said Mum. “I thought it was a good idea at the time, though, and still do. It's not only our sex lives that are at stake, you see, but the family itself. There's too much distance between all of us and I've grown tired of that. Perhaps sex will reunite us.”
“Boy,” I said, “that's really knocked me for a homer. It's like I never knew you! But I love your plan, Mum.”
“Good.” She downed her drink and slapped the glass down on the table as if to signify that the time for talking was over. Carl got up at once and approached her, a querying look on his face. “Yes, I'd say it was time,” she told him.
He took off his shirt and exposed his bronzed, muscular torso to her, pausing for a moment to make his biceps ripple suggestively. I shivered suddenly. The look in Mum's eyes was different from anything I'd ever seen there before… a sort of naked lust appeared, unabashed, the look of a woman who knows exactly what she wants and has had it many times. She leaned back in her chair, recrossing her legs with bravado, and held her glass up for him to get a refill. Carl took it over to the buffet, walking like a cat, his muscles rippling harmoniously along his powerful back. He did it deliberately, I could tell that. But it still thrilled me to watch him. I could just imagine him putting all that strength into fucking me-such a powerhouse!
He handed Mum her drink, lit a cigarette for her, then knelt down before her and began to caress one of her knees. She just sipped and smoked, gazing up toward the ceiling as though she was all by herself. Harry sat with his arms folded waiting for his cue. And Aunt Liz moved her chair closer to mine to watch the show.
The room fell silent Only the whisking sound of Carl's hands running over Mum's nylons could be heard. His hands were advancing along her thighs but very carefully, inch by inch; and when he moved up too far too soon Mum leaned down and slapped his wrists severely. “Take your time!” she said. Carl retreated to her knees, bending his head ruefully. Slowly, ever so slowly, his big strong hands began the journey up her thighs once more, caressing and kneading, working into Mum's ample flesh, moving her dress out of the way at the same time. I pinched myself to make sure I was fully awake. She was so cool, so controlled! Where had the domestic drudge gone?
Carl's hands had disappeared under her skirt I figured he had to be feeling up her pussy but it was hard to be sure. Mum's face gave no indication of anything. He began to kiss her knees, looking somewhat abject in that position. Nonchalantly, Mum uncrossed her legs and set both feet down on the ground with quite a bit of space between them In spite of this lascivious position, she remained aloof. She extinguished her cigarette and snapped her fingers at Harry, who hurried over to light another one for her. Instead of returning to the couch, though, he remained standing by her side. And Mum, with all the ease of a housewife checking the texture of a cucumber, reached out and fondled his balls through his pants.
I looked over at Aunt Liz, but she gave me no comfort. She sat forward, her elbows on her knees, her face resting on her hands, completely absorbed in the low-key ceremony. Carl had his head under Mum's dress now and was moving right along. The bulge under her dress moved from side to side, approaching her crotch with steady sureness, and Mum just sat there smoking and fondling, her eyes half-closed as though she was dozing off.
As though a signal had been given, Harry and Carl suddenly changed position. They stood at either side of her and helped her up out of her chair. Mum stood up straight and allowed them to undress her. They worked quickly and deftly, undoing the buttons and zips, letting the dress slide down to around her ankles and pulling it away as she lifted her feet, folding it neatly over a nearby chair, and returning for her undergarments. Mum looked so good to me at that moment. In the curtain-filtered daylight her sensual body took on soft shades that emphasized her sexuality, the very aspect of her that I'd forgotten about Now I saw how she and her sister were very much alike, physically and mentally. In this erotic situation Mum carried herself with imperturbable poise. It was her territory, her specialty.
Harry unsnapped the catches of her bra and Carl took the garment by the cups and removed it reverently. Her tits sagged slightly under their own weight but they still had an upward slope to them and the nipples were hard and proud. Like her sister, Mum had put on a few extra pounds-but in all the right places. Her panties bulged with good solid meat rounded and one hundred percent woman! It became more difficult for me to sit still. The tight trousers of the men couldn't conceal their large erections, and, as if that wasn't exciting enough, Carl pressed his loins hard against Mum's ass and moved into her most suggestively.
Now Harry came around to the front and knelt down in front of Mum. His hands moved to the waistband of her panties and slowly his fingers curled over it to begin edging it down over her ass. Carl got down on his knees behind her and did the same. The tension in the room became almost palpable. I reached over to Aunt Liz and took hold of her hand, my eyes fixed on the scene before me. Mum seemed oblivious to it all. She smoked her cigarette and gazed out of the window as if admiring the garden. Her panties came down over the protruding buttocks and with a small groan Carl pressed his face against the beginning of her furrow to lavish it with kisses. Harry did the same to her belly, and when the first pubic hairs came into view he plucked at them with his lips. How could Mum stand it all? If I'd been her I would have crashed to the floor and begged them to fuck me! Aunt Liz's hand squeezed mine painfully. I looked at her and saw the first beads of sweat emerge from her brow. She chewed on her bottom Hp and her free hand moved nervously over her bosom. She caught my eye and motioned for me to come sit with her. I perched on her lap, leaning back with my head on her shoulder to make sure I wouldn't block her vision. Then the two of us returned our attention to Mum.
The panties were so far down that most of her pubic bush was showing. Both men nuzzled and licked, their hands moving the panties out of the way at snail's pace. Carl ran his tongue down her furrow over and over, lingering at the bottom only to go back up. And Harry sucked at her cunt, bringing out so much wetness that pretty soon her hair became matted and lay back like it was pomaded. The panties went down around her knees and that's where they stopped. Both men seized her by the ass and thighs and began to lick her in all seriousness. Mum showed the first sign of strain. When she took a drag on her cigarette her hand trembled noticeably. And her legs seemed to have less of a grip on the floor. She managed to drop the butt into the ashtray just in time to grab Harry's shoulders and support herself on him. That was the signal for the two men to take over completely.
With a quick motion of his hand, Harry tore the panties off her legs and threw them away over his shoulder. Then, seizing her ankles, he tipped her backwards and Carl caught her by the waist, laying her back so that her shoulders rested on the chair. Mum clung to the armrests as best she could, her head turning from side to side as the men dug in. Her legs were supported by Harry's shoulders and he had his face deep into her cunt, while his hands held her ass cheeks far apart so that Carl could titillate her asshole to the maximum. It was a wonderful sight, embellished considerably by Aunt Liz who'd managed to get her hand up my dress and her finger into my pussy without me noticing it. Only when she began to finger-fuck me did it penetrate.
One by one the men stood up and devoted some time to Mum's tits. They looked very appetizing, so big and soft, rolled back towards her armpits because her body was in such a curious position. Either Carl or Harry would desert his post for a few minutes just to nibble on her hard nipples, and to suck loudly like big babies, which drove Mum around the bend over and over. But then it was back to analingus or cunnilingus, certainly her super-favorite.
I lay in Aunt Liz's arms, powerless to do anything but watch and let her have her way with me. My panties were off, my dress was up around my waist, with one of her hands setting my cunt on fire, the other mauling my tits. It was a total experience for me, comparable only to fucking while watching a porno show. Mum had abandoned her cool front entirely. She rolled about and yelled out loud, her voice hoarse with passion. Each time she moved her tits ran from side to side and her loins quivered with especial zeal, which encouraged the men to throw themselves into their work with even more verve. Wet smacks resounded through the room, greedy slurps, hard breathing, raunchy hot noises of passion that added fuel to my bonfires! I twisted about in Aunt Liz's arms, demanding more from her flying fingers than she could possibly give me. In the end I reached down and began to rub my cunt with both hands in a paroxysm of frustration. It was getting too wet and too wild for me-and for Mum too. She went from squeals to grunts, and the men had trouble keeping their mouths to her orifices. And just when it looked as though the two of us were going to suffer forever, we came as one, crying out like great sighs of relief, and going marvelously limp all of a sudden.
Mum recovered long before I did. While I reclined in Aunt Liz's arms, she scrambled to her feet and ordered the men to stand side by side and perfectly still. They obeyed with a gleam of anticipation in their eyes. This time she was the one who got down on her knees and unpeeled her men. She worked quickly, though, not one to waste time getting at their sizeable goodies. How erect they were! I stirred faintly to get a better look as their giant dorks appeared out of their tight pants. With such talents it was only right that they made a profession out of fucking, I thought Mum worked hard to get their trouser legs all the way down, bent over with her big ass towards and her pussy peeping through her thighs as she went right to the floor to help them step out. If only Dad could see this, I thought with a grin. He would surely change his mind about life itself!
Now the two men were naked and Mum sat on her knees before them, the two big pricks at eye level with her. She reached out and placed a hand on each of their narrow asses. Then she leaned forward and took the first cock into her mouth. Aunt Liz and I changed seats so we'd be able to see how she was doing. To my amazement she'd managed to swallow every last inch of his dick, and without effort! Carl, whose cock was buried in her face, looked very pleased. He leaned back against the table and just caressed Mum's dark curls as he let her lead him on into the land of pleasure. Harry waited impatiently for his turn to come.
“Let's undress, honey,” Aunt Liz whispered. “I've got a feeling that some of this action is going to come our way soon.”
“In that case, let's.” I nodded, heartily endorsing her idea. When we were both naked we sat down on the floor near Mum to get the same angle on their dicks as she enjoyed. From there they looked all the more massive, great brown cocks underslung by a long sack holding two heavy balls. Their curly pubic hair had been especially trimmed, probably to make their cocks seem longer, though I didn't think that was necessary.
Mum switched over to Harry, licking his cock all over before swallowing him whole. Harry wavered for a moment, his hands reaching out blindly to look for support. Fortunately Carl helped him or he might have fallen to the floor. I could only begin to guess what Mum was giving him with her mouth-what was clear, though, was that she could teach me a lot.
She moved back and forth between the two prize pricks, sucking and licking, taking their balls into her mouth, and just indulging every whim that came to her mind. Her nimble fingers caressed their muscular thighs, ran through the bushy tract of hair below their balls, and idly toyed with their assholes till they could hardly stand up any longer. She made no move to share the spoils with us, even though we were sitting right beside her dying for a bite. This was her party.
“Now then, boys,” she said when she'd eaten her fill, “let's do the double-barreled trick for my daughter so she can see what you're best at.”
The men nodded and helped Mum to her feet Carl got behind her again, rubbing his wet erect cock against her furrow, and Harry stood in front of her holding his cock out as if for inspection. Mum leaned back against Carl and parted her legs as wide as she possibly could. Although her eyes were on me I got the impression she saw nothing at that moment Her face was hectically flushed, her breathing rapid and shallow. I soon found out what she was so excited about.
Carl fiddled around with her cunt and it looked to me as though he spread her juices about. When he satisfied himself that she was ready, he parted her cheeks and looked down to guide his cock right up her asshole. I couldn't believe my eyes! In my own tiny asshole I could feel sympathetic pains already. How on earth was Mum going to put up with such brutality.
But Mum closed her eyes and let her mouth go slack as the pleasure of backdoor fucking suffused her system. Harry waited till Carl had worked his cock right up her ass, then bent his knees slightly and poked his own cock up her cunt. It seemed to be a tight fit. Both men did their best to coordinate the cramming process, and turned an apoplectic red. Carl had to withdraw quite a way before Harry managed to get his big cock up her. Then, stroking in harmony, the men began to fuck Mum in a way that I found indescribably exciting. Aunt Liz and I helped each other with a fit of mutual masturbation, but neither of us could help but envy Mum for the potent double pounding she was receiving. As Carl and Harry fucked her she turned into a limp piece of meat with two hot holes in it, supported only by her sandwiching lovers. They didn't seem to care about her condition, only the process of fucking. Their arm muscles bulged and their veins stood out throbbingly as they drove their cocks into the sagging woman who needed their support as well. Mum had her mouth open as if she meant to scream but nothing came out. She was riding the tidal wave to bliss.
I kept changing positions to get a better look at what was going on over my head. Those two thick stalks reamed in and out of her holes in opposite time-when one pushed up the other moved back and so on, fucking her with brutal efficacy. A smell of sweat and cunt intoxicated me all the more and drew me closer. I could hardly wait for them to blow their wads so I could get a part of the action. Aunt Liz was on her back, her legs high up into the air and both hands digging into her big wet pussy, a helpless victim of her own lustfulness. But I took it easy on myself. I knew what I wanted.
Since Mum's asshole was probably a lot tighter than her cunt, it didn't surprise me that Carl blew first. I was practically between her legs before he could shoot And when he did I pushed him out of the way and neatly caught the first globules of sperm as they cascaded out of her asshole. My eyes kept a check on Harry, too, and yet I was able to close my fist around Carl's cock to keep it close so I could suck the rest of his sperm out of him when it welled up to the top. I didn't care about manners anymore. My appetite had been whetted by a continuous show and this was all I could get a hold of for the time being. I heard Harry begin to moan jerkily and knew his time was drawing to an end. With a few last licks I ensured that there was no more to be had from either her asshole or Carl's cock, after which I moved my face very close to where Harry penetrated my mother. Juices spattered my face each time he thrust his dick up her and his balls hit my chin when I came too close. I was where it was at. If I'd been getting fucked myself I couldn't have been more involved with it. Not long now-he started to fuck faster and Mum sounded like a steam train ascending a steep slope. Slogging now, his big cock riding in and out of her all the way, and then he shoved it right up her and his loins kept pushing it in and in and in so his bone bashed against hers. There it came, the first load, long, thick drops oozing out of her cunt and dropping right down on my tongue, all hot and creamy, mixed with Mum's tart juices for extra flavor. I sucked at the joint of their union, drawing it down as soon as it emerged from his throbbing cock. And when he withdrew a small avalanche of the stuff drooled into my mouth, fulfilling at least that aspect of my terrible lust.
Mum lowered herself gingerly to the floor, taking care not to sit on me, and then let herself fall back to rest up. Her chest heaved violently, and from her holes came the last of the sperm. But I let it drip into the carpet. I lay with my head on her lap so that her pubic hair brushed against my cheek, and closed my eyes. It felt so good to be in touch with her. She caressed my hair and brow restfully. For the first time in years I felt real love for my mother.
Aunt Liz had managed to get both Carl's and Harry's cock into her mouth at once, sucking the limpness out of them and making them as hard as ever again. She took her time about it, obviously relishing the sensation of so much male virility in her mouth, but eventually the cocks grew too big for her to contain them any longer.
“Carl,” said my mother in an authoritative voice, “do my daughter, would you?” It was as though we were at the beauty parlor and she was telling Percy to do my hair! But then, as she'd said herself, it cost about the same. I felt a pair of hands turn me over on my back and wrap my legs around Carl's waist. I didn't want to open my eyes. Mum's thighs supported my back, her crotch formed a pillow for my head, everything was peaceful and lovely, and if Carl wanted to fuck me he could, I didn't mind.
His knob touched down on my cunt and for a moment I stiffened, wary of the pain of entry. But he was a real professional. His cock picked up on the moisture at the mouth of my cunt and spread it around evenly before coming in any further. I relaxed completely now, which made it all the easier for him to enter me. Smoothly, softly, his big rod slid into my body and began to wreak havoc there.
From the other side of the room I could hear Aunt Liz getting hers from Harry. She threw herself into it like a randy cow, moaning and grunting. I could see her out of the corner of my eye, fucking Harry as hard as he fucked her. And all the while Carl plied me with his wonderful cock, blasting my innards, setting fire to my blood, and displacing my tranquility with sheer horny licentiousness.
“Isn't that lovely?” Mum murmured, still stroking my hair. “Don't you just love it? It makes life worth living, doesn't it?” I nodded but it was impossible to talk. Carl stirred up my passions to the point at which it was hard to breathe. And each time my lungs prepared to try for a refill he touched down on some other little arsenal of pleasure, which would cause me to defer breathing a little longer. He was good, very good, not too personal, but a real wizard when it came to keeping a woman on her toes all the way to her climax. He pushed me into one after the other, all of them leading up to the major one. I barely noticed when Mum moved away from me. And the sounds behind me didn't register. Not till Carl had finished his little job.
As I lay there gasping like a fish out of water, it struck me that someone was fucking Mum. When Carl pulled out I managed to roll over and check it out Mum was on her hands and knees, hissing and squealing, lost in her passions. And behind her, ramming his cock up her as hard as he could, was brother Bob.