Carla wouldn't have believed it was possible to get so uptight about a casual dinner party. She took a deep breath in a vain attempt to ease her nervousness. Then she opened the door for Eric Jameson and his daughter. She eyed him approvingly, and wondered why she had been avoiding him so determinedly. He was handsome. His wavy strawberry blond hair and blue eyes were really quite striking. He was soft spoken, polite, and intensely masculine. Carla's heart fluttered.
"Hi," Charlie greeted Ellen warmly. He noted that she was wearing her white blouse, white short shorts combination again. He wondered if she were wearing any underwear. Anticipation was a hot lump in his guts. It grew steadily as the evening progressed. He kept waiting, and waiting, and waiting for something to happen.
It finally did, as they were eating dessert. Carla was pouring coffee for Eric. Her hand shook, and coffee spilled across the table and into his lap. He leaped up out of his chair with a curse of pain.
"Oh, nooo," Carla moaned as he dabbed ineffectively at the brown splotch on his thigh.
"Me you okay, Daddy?" Ellen asked. "Here, take this." When she reached across the table to hand her father her napkin, her arm upset Charlie's glass of milk. A wave of white liquid poured over his leg. He lurched away from the table. "Damn clumsy women!" he swore.
Eric Jameson shot Charlie a sharp glance. Charlie had said nothing about his relationship with his mother. Eric had the feeling Charlie was trying, subtly, to get him to do something. But what?
"They are clumsy," Eric agreed mildly.
"They ought to be taught to be more careful," Charlie muttered, wiping the milk off his trousers.
Carla and Ellen were watching the men cautiously. They were both holding their breaths.
"They were careless," Eric agreed.
"Very careless. Look at this mess. Look at your pants!"
"I'll pay for the cleaning," Carla said hesitantly.
Ellen remained silent. Her eyes were glittering. She knew where it was all heading, and she wasn't about to stop it.
"What about my pants?" Charlie asked. "Who's going to pay for getting them cleaned?"
Ellen shrugged. "I don't have any money," she said casually. "You can't get blood from a turnip."
Charlie glared at her. "Well, then, maybe it should be taken out of your hide instead."
"That's not a bad idea," Eric Jameson said. "Maybe Carla would prefer that to paying for the cleaning."
Suddenly realizing what was happening, Carla paled.
"We don't have much money since Dad died," Charlie noted.
"Maybe if we soak the pants in cold water, the stain will come out," Carla suggested. "But it should be done right away."
"Yeah, you're right," Eric agreed, beginning to empty his pockets.
"You, too, Charlie," Ellen said softly.
Charlie had a titanic hard-on already. He wondered if Ellen had upset his glass deliberately.
Carla's eyes fastened on Eric's crotch as he shed his pants. His underpants were tented out by his monster hard-on. He looked as if he were hung like a horse. Her mouth was dry as dust as she gingerly took his trousers.
Ellen touched Charlie's hard-on briefly as she took his pants from him. Her eyes met his. There was a hot glow in them that made his pulse race. His eyes swept over her well-rounded body, and again he wondered what he'd find under her demure outfit. The white made her look very pure and innocent.
"A spanking?" Eric asked Charlie softly when the women left the room.
"Definitely," Charlie agreed. It had been over a week since he had scorched his mother's butt, and she was fully recovered.
"But not too hard a one," Eric added. "No, just enough to stimulate them."
"Where?"
"Downstairs. We have a pool table that's just the right height."
"What does your mother have on under that long dress?"
"Probably nothing." Carla was wearing a long, softly flowing jersey dress. He remembered her once saying that it was too clingy to wear any underwear with.
The women returned, and Charlie's hard-on increased a bit. He should have felt foolish, standing there in his underpants and shirt, but somehow, he didn't. He decided he had to get things moving before his mother got too scared. He grabbed Ellen's wrist. "Come on," he said firmly. "I'm going to teach you to be more careful."
"Yes, Charlie," she agreed, trailing along behind him towards the basement stairs.
"Come on, Carla, let's make sure our kids don't get in any trouble. You still haven't said whether you'll pay for my trousers or not, you know."
"I – we – really can't afford it," Carla stammered.
"Well, then, we better make the same arrangement Charlie and Ellen have," Eric suggested.
"That's probably the best solution," Carla agreed.
Charlie flipped the switch, and the fluorescent fixtures flickered to life. The eight-foot table dominated the room. The cover still lay in a heap where Charlie had tossed it the day he had beaten Carla with his belt.
"Bend over the table," Charlie ordered Ellen.
Silently, the well-rounded teenager lay forward on the green felt. The tendons of her legs were stretched tight by the pose. Her butt was in the air. The material of her shorts was pulled tight over her ass.
Standing behind her, Charlie leaned forward and pried his hands under her belly and found the fastening of her shorts.
"Charlie!" Carla exclaimed anxiously.
"Quiet, Carla, it's all right," Eric told her firmly.
"But… Yes, Eric."
Charlie's hard cock nuzzled Ellen's buns as he fumbled with the waist of her shorts. His fingers dug into her soft, warm tummy. He got the button undone, then worked the zipper down. He found she was naked under her shorts and his hard-on throbbed heavily. He felt the warm tickle of her red muff as he worked the zipper all the way down.
Ellen was gripping the side pockets of the pool table.
The first blow from Eric's hand stung her ass, and Carla knew that her expression had changed instantly from fearful anticipation to glaring pleasure. Her eyes closed, she savored the stinging slaps raining down on her naked buns with metronomic consistency. The touch of warm lips against hers startled her. She responded without thinking. Her mouth and Ellen's mingled in a warm kiss.
Charlie's arm ached with exhaustion, his palm burned with pain. Ellen's ass was a glaring red from the meticulous spanking he had been giving her. But more agonizing than anything was the aching hunger in his cock. He let Ellen have it two more times, hard, then yanked his underpants down with frantic haste. His dick burned as it pulled out of his fly.
Moving in behind Ellen, he set his prick between her thighs. Finding, her wet, slick gash, he drilled his prick deep into her cunt, crammed her with his meat.
Then he saw the way Ellen was kissing his mother. His cock throbbed in its hot sheath. He leaned forward, pressed his hips against her cushiony butt and fastened his eyes on the lesbian encounter. Thawing his prick out, he powered it back into Ellen's pussy. He watched the lust flare on Ellen's face. She kept exploring Carla's mouth with her tongue. The women were no longer holding the table. They were gripping each other's forearms as they kissed.
Eric quickened his swatting of Carla's well rounded ass, then duplicated Charlie's act – ripped his overloaded underpants down and rammed his cock into Carla's streaming pussy. He drilled his prick into her hole and began humping. He gripped her trim waist. He, too, was watching the women's sucking, loving kiss.
Charlie was nearing an orgasm. Ellen's cunt walls blistered past the flanks of his dick as he drove it into her body. Cum was boiling in his groin. He powered into her again, and again, then began to spurt his load into her spasming cunt. Her body writhed as she climaxed with him. Her cunt clutched and squeezed his prick as he filled her with jizz. She conveyed her orgasm to Carla, mouth to mouth, and Carla began to come, began squirming crazily on top of the table. She ground her belly against the hard edge.
Eric drove his prick into Carla's twat with a squishy slapping sound. He practically cut her thighs off against the table as he spurted into her spasming cunt. His balls poured out an incredible torrent of fuck juice. Finally, the overflow streamed down over his knotted, pumping nuts, and fell to the hard basement floor.
Charlie's orgasm faded, and his prick began to shrink. He lay forward on top of Ellen and hugged her warmly. His prick retreated slowly from her cunt, then slid out of her spermy hole. He pulled back off her.
Eric Jameson pulled back from Carla at the same time. His limp, exhausted cock drooled a gleaming strand of cum as he backed away.
Then the two men surveyed their handiwork. The two women squirmed clear up onto the table, slid their bodies alongside each other, then rolled to their sides in a slithery, eel-like motion. Mouths nibbled down over boobs, suckled on tits, and then moved on. Down torsos, paused briefly at navels. Tongues probed oval depressions, then licked lower. Eric and Charlie sank down on the couch and watched, amazed.
Carla and Ellen licked each other's cunts, stroked their tongues through each others curling muffs. They tasted each other's cunt juice and the jizz that was spilling and oozing from their puffy gashes. Thighs opened wide in invitation, tongue and lips probed deeply, and faces burrowed into hot, steamy snatches.
Charlie's blood pounded through his body. He could see Ellen's eyes as she burrowed her mouth into Carla's dark muff. He could see Ellen's tongue drilling into the streaming slit so recently glutted with Eric's fuck cream.
Charlie reflected that it wasn't much different than Ellen sucking her father's cock, which he had seen her do. She was getting the jizz second hand, was all. She was undoubtedly getting Carla's cum, too. Carla was whimpering and whining into Ellen's red-haired pussy, probing into Ellen's juicy twat, dipping her tongue deep into a cunt that was flooded with Charlie's spunk. Then Carla suckled on Ellen's clit, brought the red-headed teenager off in a glittering, thrashing orgasm. Carla clutched at Ellen's buttcheeks, dug her fingers into the crack, probed the girl's asshole in an effort to increase the intensity of Ellen's climax.
Ellen responded well, thrashed, and struggled to force her face deeper into Carla's black-haired twat. Ellen dug her fingers into Carla's ass, drilled a finger into Carla's bung. Both women's orgasms leaped another notch higher, then burned out quickly, and left the two naked women shuddering and panting on the green table top.
"Christ!" Charlie exclaimed.
"Did you tell your mother about Ellen and me?" Eric asked calmly.
"Yeah," Charlie answered.
"How did she take it?"
Charlie laughed. "How do you think a woman who has a mother-fucker for a son would take it?"
Eric stared at him. "You mean, you and Carla?" Charlie nodded. "You better believe it."
"You've got good taste."
"Yeah, she tastes good, too," Charlie joked.
"What are you two lechers talking about?" Ellen asked as she lay on the table, catching her breath. Her legs trailed off the end. Her pussy was thrust upward invitingly. Her twat bush was soaked and stringy with jizz and saliva.
"Incest," Eric answered.
"Vice is nice, but incest is best," Charlie quipped.
"You and your mom?" Ellen asked him.
"And why not?" Carla retorted, managing to struggle to a sitting position and look at Ellen. "You and your father have been doing it for two years now."
"You don't mind?" Ellen asked.
"Well," Carla observed wryly, "it keeps it all in the family." Then she frowned. "This table is damned uncomfortable. I've got bruises on my bruises."
"I'm thirsty," Ellen said, heaving herself up off the table. She swayed uncertainly for a moment when she stood up.
With Charlie supporting his mother, and Eric his daughter, they made their way upstairs. They left their clothes scattered all over the basement.
In the kitchen, the four of them stood around and concentrated on washing the dust from their mouths. Charlie slid an arm around Carla's shoulders and fondled one of her boobs absently, tweaked her stiffening nipple with his fingertips.
"Let's go to the bedroom," Carla suggested hesitantly. "Charlie, maybe you could get that envelope from your room?"
The four of them formed a warm, naked tangle on the king-sized bed and looked at the porno magazine. Hands began probing wet cunts and stroking rigid cocks.
"God, I love it up the ass," Ellen moaned at the sight of a woman with a massive dick up her butt.
"Me, too," Carla admitted. She was tensely silent for a moment. "Know what I've always wanted to try?"
"What?" Ellen asked. The two men were listening closely.
"I've wanted to take two men at once."
"It's great. I've done it. One in my pussy and one in my mouth. Then one in my ass and one in my mouth?"
"I want one in my ass and one in my cunt," Carla moaned as Charlie pushed a finger into her twat, and his thumb slowly into her bung. She was lying on her side, her legs spraddled wide so he could reach both her holes easily.
"I don't see why we shouldn't oblige the lady, do you?" Eric asked Charlie.
"I'll help," Ellen offered. "And then later, you can both fuck me, too."
"I'll get the lubricant," Charlie said, getting up from the bed. He was back in a moment. "Who gets which hole?" he asked.
"Wh-who has the smaller cock?" Carla asked practically.
There was a quick, laughing comparison, and it was determined that Eric's prick was skinnier, but longer. They decided he should get Carla's asshole.
Charlie coated Eric's dick with oil. His hands stroked the other man's tool lovingly. Eric's cock grew even harder and longer from the stimulation. Then, taking the jar of lubricant from Charlie, he greased up Charlie's cock. Charlie was astonished at how great another man's hands felt.
Then Charlie lay on his back. His mother straddled him. He rested his head on a pillow and watched as she aimed his greasy pole up into her cunt, and lowered herself on it. "Mother-fucker," she groaned as she took her son's prick. Then, his rod sunk full depth in her cunt, she lay forward on him.
Ellen took the petroleum jelly and lubricated Carla's ass. Putting a glob of the yellow goo on one finger, Ellen pushed it deep into Carla's asshole.
Charlie felt the penetration with his cock. His rod throbbed heavily. He wondered what it was going to feel like when Eric Jameson drove that long, hard prick of his into Carla's shit-chute.
Ellen pulled her finger out of Carla's asshole, and Eric moved in behind the black-haired woman. Looking down, he saw where Charlie's cock entered her inflamed pussy. He saw the oil on Carla's ass, the brown pucker of her bung. He aimed his cock at her dusky brownie, nestled it against the tight hole. Steadying his cock with his hand, he began to push into Carla's ass.
Ellen watched her father's cock enter Carla's bung, and wished desperately she was getting the fabulous double reaming. Carla's asshole stretched slowly, reluctantly admitted Eric's knob. The distance separating asshole and cunt slowly diminished as it was pinched between the two hard rods.
Carla thought she was going to die from pleasure as her butt was slowly penetrated. She began feeling more and more full of cock. She felt her shitter stretching as it was violated by Eric's prick.
She felt the strip of flesh separating her holes being slowly squeezed and rolled. She clutched at her son as her cunt was pinched tight around the hard cylinder of his cock.
Charlie's prick throbbed in its hot meat. He felt the slow progress of Eric's prick as a gradually shifting pressure against the underside of his own cock. He felt his mother's asshole slither into the groove beneath Eric's cockhead, felt the knob of Eric's prick piston slowly up into his mother's butt.
For a moment, Charlie thought he was going to come from the unbelievable stimulation. His cock jumped and convulsed, on the verge of climaxing.
Eric felt the twitching, knew what it was, and froze, his prick half into Carla's butt. He could see her asshole, stretched and pale. It embraced his rock-hard tool tightly. His cock throbbed and pulsed for a moment. Then, as the near orgasm faded, he drove deeper into Carla's bowels.
Charlie felt Eric drive the rest of the way into Carla's ass. Charlie's cock had never been more tightly or more exquisitely encased. Its full length was pinched by the brutal bulk of Eric's dong. Charlie knew that when he did come, the jizz was going to have to squeeze the length of his compressed prick, and that he was going to be ripped apart by the searing sensation. But, at the moment, he had the feeling it would be a long, long time before he came. His threshold had receded. He had the feeling he could pump his cock in his mother's tight twat for hours. Experimentally, he drew outward and then slid his prick back into her clutching sheath. It felt fabulous, but he wasn't going to orgasm, he wasn't going to come for a long, long time.
Carla was, though. She was coming with nobody moving in her at all. She felt as if her insides were made entirely of cock. She felt as if she were going to rip in half, right up the middle. She was bathed in searing waves of flames just from being crammed with hard cock. She wished she could have a prick in her mouth, too.
Then Charlie drew his dick out and slid it back in. Carla felt like she was being shredded by pleasure. She felt the sides of her ass and cunt sheaths being twisted and tugged. Her bung and her snatch both began spasming around the cocks glutting them.
Eric felt Charlie's motion as a shifting pressure, and waited until Charlie was back full depth in Carla's cunt. Then Eric drew his greasy prick out of Carla's butt, and drove it back in. He knew that he was not going to come for quite a while, tight and clinging and delectable as her asshole was. He was going to enjoy this for a long, long time.
Working like a skilled team, Charlie and Eric proceeded to drive Carla mad. Only one of them moved at a time. Charlie would haul his cock out and then drive it back in. Then Eric would do the same. Carla was going insane.
Then they began to alternate. As Charlie drew out, Eric drove in. Then, as Charlie drove in, Eric pulled out, until just the head of his cock was inside her. Carla felt like she was being rolled into a grease-spot of pleasure by two opposing pistons. She went limp as she was incinerated by the incredible experience.
Charlie and Eric lost the opposing rhythm, began fucking simultaneously. Carla was sure she was going to be ruptured. One minute she would be empty, and the next she would be bursting with towering male rods. It was rapidly becoming unbearable. But she didn't have the strength to tell them they had to stop. They were going to kill her, and she couldn't do anything about it! She would just have to wait until they exhausted themselves and pumped her full of jizz. Neither of them showed any sign of doing so, though.
It was going to be an exquisite, ecstatic execution.
Then Ellen Jameson unexpectedly came to Carla's rescue. Watching the unholy tangle of baffles had gotten the teenager incredibly turned on. She had been trying desperately to duplicate the situation with her fingers. She had drilled three fingers into her streaming cunt, squirmed two into her asshole. It was a pallid imitation of the real thing.
Finally, unable to take it any longer, Ellen hauled frantically and hungrily on her father, dragged him away from Carla's ass. Carla's bung closed slowly. It flared red as blood flooded her vessels. Freed of the brutal bulk up her ass, Carla struggled, and managed to heave herself free of Charlie's endlessly pumping cock, and fell on her back with a moan. Her body shuddering from the aftershock, she lay there, ignored.
Ignored, because Ellen had leaped onto Charlie and spiked her cunt on his glistening hard-on. Rocking forward, she reached back and spread her asscheeks in blatant invitation. His body knotted with passion, Eric drilled his prick into his daughter's tight bung.
Ellen's cry of pleasure penetrated to Carla's dazed brain, made the hair on the back of her neck rise. Turning her head, she saw Ellen getting the double-barreled fuck she had just escaped. Ellen's lush body was being rolled and twisted between two humping men. The girl was coming! The flush blossomed over her flesh as she spasmed around the two pumping pricks.
Charlie had been brutally jolted by Carla's unexpected escape, then pleasantly surprised by Ellen's sudden cuntal embrace. He had the feeling that if he didn't come soon, he was going to burst. When he felt Eric's cock driving into Ellen's asshole, Charlie knew he was going to come soon – and pump his overflowing load of fuck juice into Ellen's clenched cunt.
Eric had let himself be dragged out of Carla's asshole because his cock was becoming numbed by the incredible stimulation. Then suddenly, he was being presented with another ass, and he drove the full length of his tool into Ellen's butt without a second thought. His prick had regained its full sensitivity during the brief respite.
The two men fell into the alternating rhythm that stimulated them the most, and quickly jacked themselves to searing levels of pleasure. Ellen began orgasming madly, her two holes clenching around the living pistons in them.
The extra tightness, blended with the shifting, stroking pleasure from the other man's cock was the final straw for both of them. Charlie began to orgasm. His cock jumped and twitched crazily. The spunk burrowed agonizingly down his pinched prick and spurted into Ellen's clenching twat.
Eric felt Charlie's orgasm as an earthquake throbbing through Ellen's body. His own coming ripped through him like a geyser of steam. Sperm cannon balled from his dick, hosed Ellen's bowels. He pushed against her, trying to ram his cock right up through her ass and out her mouth.
There were two spurting pricks jumping and jetting inside her! Ellen felt as if gasoline had been poured on the raging flames of her orgasm. Her consciousness was reduced to ashes by the ecstasy that was incinerating her.
She roused slowly. Carla was leaning over her. She was being bathed with a warm, wet washrag. The shower in the bathroom was running.
"Where are…?" she asked.
"Showering."
"God, what an experience," Ellen sighed. Carla applied the soothing cloth to Ellen's pussy and bung at the same time. "Not one I'd like to repeat right away."
"But once in a while, it's fantastic, isn't it?" Ellen asked.
"Once in a while," Carla agreed.
"It'd be nice to have a mother," Ellen said softly. "I haven't had one for a long time."
"I think I'd like to have a husband. And Charlie needs a father. I doubt many fathers and sons have the kind of relationship Eric and Charlie do, though," she mused.
"What about you and me?" Ellen asked.
Carla leaned forward and kissed Ellen on the lips. "Why don't you call me Mom?"
"I'd like that, Mom!"
The shower shut off. Soon the two men joined them on the bed, and they all fell asleep in a naked, tangled, loving heap.