"Don't you see, darling?" Joyce explained to her frowning husband. "I have to do it."
Ralph Porter began an angry protest, but halted it with a long sigh.
His broad shoulders slumped and he sat down heavily on the bed, watching his wife check her reflection in the dresser mirror.
"I'm beginning to wonder," he said dejectedly, "if we shouldn't have stayed at home."
Joyce turned, giving him a wet-lipped smile, happy at what she had just seen in the glass. Whatever else Ted's erotic demands had accomplished, they had stripped years from her appearance.
"Let's not start arguing again," she urged. "You'll have to admit that you enjoyed yourself last night."
He nodded dully, lacing his fingers about one knee. "That was last night," he reminded her. "Today, I have an emotional hangover." His mouth twisted. "We were like animals!"
She leaned over and kissed his forehead, twisting away as he reached for her magnificent breasts, their resilient mounds bouncing behind the almost-transparent dress.
"Silly!" she smiled. "We are animals! Now, you stop fretting. Go for a walk or something."
"Sure!" he grunted. "Walk and think about what he's doing to you. My God! After last night, I don't see how he can even think about sex!"
She walked to the door, buttocks undulating with more freedom that he had ever witnessed in those firm cheeks. Turning, she said, "Just think about the security we have here, darling. Ted's already told you we can buy anything within reason and simply charge it to him."
He waited until the door closed behind her before murmuring, "Just how much is a guy supposed to charge for letting another man screw his wife?"
Down the hallway, in his own bedroom, Ted Morgan faced a bewildered Clyde Porter, smiling at the lad's confused expression from the comfort of a deep chair.
"I'll say it again, Clyde," Ted said with exaggerated patience. "How would you like to screw Aunt Joyce?"
Clyde's fingers ran nervously through his blond hair. "You've gotta be putting me on!" he exclaimed, shifting his feet on the expensive carpet. "She's my mother!"
Ted's wide shoulders shrugged expressively. "Lots of guys poke their old ladies. Hell! What's wrong with it?"
"Christ!" his companion said forcefully. "I couldn't do a thing like that."
His head snapped about as a gentle knock sounded, and Ted called, "Come in, Aunt Joyce."
Joyce Porter entered the room, her eyes widening as she saw her son.
Then, the long lashes swept down to hide her expression. She looked at the grinning Ted.
"I can come back," she said hesitatingly. "I didn't know…"
Ted waved a hand to halt her words, and told her, "Just lock the door."
Then, as she turned to twist the latch, Ted added, "I think you'd better explain to Clyde about the house rules."
Joyce looked back and forth at the two boys, chewing gently on her full lower lip. She took a step toward her son, then halted.
"Darling," she said in a soft voice. "I'm sure you remember how happy your father was when Ted offered us a home here."
Clyde nodded, one brow lifting questioningly. "Sure," he answered. "We were getting pretty tight."
"Then," his mother continued, "you know how important it is that we do whatever is required to make our situation permanent."
The boy looked at Ted, then back at Joyce. "Sure," he grunted. "We talked about that."
Joyce nodded. "Then you'll understand why I'm asking you to do whatever Ted tells you. Is that clear?"
Again the quick glance at Ted. "Yeah," he murmured. "If you say so."
Joyce drew in a deep breath. "Is that what you wanted, Ted?"
The lad inclined his head, running his eyes up and down Clyde's slender body. His voice was almost inaudible as he said, "Take your clothes off, Clyde. All of them."
The boy's mouth opened, and his brows shaped a frown of disbelief.
Still looking at Ted, he said to Joyce, "Is this some kind of joke?"
He anticipated the slow shaking of her head. Ever since their arrival, he had sensed the alteration in his mother's personality, and he had noticed the bold stares of his cousin. At first, he refused to entertain the possibility that she was actually putting out for Ted.
Then, he became aware of a certain confidence in her attitude.
"What does Dad think about all this?" was his whispered question.
"Your father has agreed to do whatever is necessary."
Clyde's hands rose to his shirt front, hovering over the buttons, his stare examining Ted's eyes. "Suppose I get undressed," he demanded.
"What happens then?"
Ted's lips curved expressively. "What difference does it make? Don't tell me you've never made it with another guy!"
The youth's face flamed. "I'm not a damned queer!"
"Relax, stud!" Ted chuckled. "Nobody's trying to whack your balls off.
Just get out of those fucking rags!"
Again, Clyde's eyes swept his mother's features, gauging her reaction to the four-letter words. She showed no emotion other than a little throbbing of her throat, just below her graceful jawline.
"OK," he murmured resignedly. "But I feel like a damned idiot." He unbuttoned the shirt and shrugged it off, baring a powerful chest with just a sprinkling of blond hair.
Kicking off the loose-fitting sandals, he forced his slacks down to expose the curls of his pubic hair, and the flaccid rope of his cock, its meaty knob drooping over his promising young testicles. Stepping out of the slacks, he straightened, blushing as he found Joyce's stare focused on his prick.
"My God!" she whispered. "It's bigger than Ralph's!"
Ted stood up, shedding his clothes with a careless ease that held both Joyce and Clyde almost motionless in attention. When he was naked, Ted sat down again, grinning at his cousin's bashful glances of comparison.
"There's a portable phonograph on the dresser, Aunt Joyce," he told the woman. "Go over and start it. Then, I want you to strip to the music."
"Jesus!" Clyde exclaimed. "Are you really gonna do that Mom?"
When Joyce did not answer, Ted said, "Your mother will do anything I say, Clyde. So will you, if you know what's good for you."
His shoulders rose and fell. "OK, so you've got us on a string, big man. What am I supposed to do?"
"Lie down on the rug," Ted grinned, "and watch. Aunt Joyce will be moving all around you, so I want you to masturbate while she does her dance."
"You're full of shit!" Clyde exploded. "It's bad enough that I have to watch you put my mother through all this crap! I'll be damned if I'll jerk off for you."
Joyce was at the phonograph, her back to the two boys. "Just do as Ted says, Clyde!" she exclaimed without turning. "Pretend I'm someone else."
His face livid, the boy lowered himself to the thick carpet, leaning back on his elbows and glaring at Ted. His cousin pointed emphatically.
"Let's see a little action, Clyde! Get that thing hard!"
Blushing again, the youth's hand crawled down over his flat belly to cup his genitals, his fingers finally curling about the limp roll of his cock just as the music swelled from the record player.
"The object of your striptease, Aunt Joyce," Ted reminded the woman,
"is Clyde. Tease him, and get him really hot!"
The music was a sensual rhythm, slow and accentuated by a throbbing bass that Joyce accompanied by a savage jerk of her lush hips, each one transmitting its force upward and jiggling her prominent breasts.
Slowly, adding a grinding motion to her pelvic gyrations, she moved toward her wide-eyed son, staring down at his penis and licking her lips in a parody of lust.
"Christ!" Clyde whispered fiercely. His prick was stiffening in his grip, and his gaze flicked down at the swelling column as if surprised by his reaction. When his mother shrugged her dress down over one shoulder to free the quivering mound of her left tit, his fist began moving up and down the turgid length of his tool, and his shoulders shivered with mounting excitement.
Joyce's movements were awkward, but the undulation of her magnificent body made grace unnecessary. By the time she rolled the dress down to expose both tits, Clyde was pounding his meat with a steady pumping that tugged his balls upward with each pull on the engorged shaft. He stared hungrily at the lush mounds with their distended nipples thrusting out from the brown aureoles like pointing fingers.
Joyce worked her hips in a savage grinding as she slid the dress downward over her rounded belly, baring the blonde curls of her thick bush and the beauty of her exquisitely curved thighs. Clyde gave a little groan at his first sight of her inviting cunt, and his prick emitted a glob of jizm when she stepped out of the dress, the motion parting her thighs and revealing the deep red slash of her pussy.
"Straddle him, Aunt Joyce!" Ted exclaimed. "Give him a good view of that gash!"
Still working her hips in rhythm with the beat of the record, Joyce stepped one foot across Clyde's thighs, spreading her legs far apart and continuing that pelvic thrusting with each throb of the bass beat.
The lips of her exposed pussy slid back and forth, one against the other, as she twisted her hips fluidly, her breasts rolling and quivering with the erotic hunches.
Clyde's body was jerking between his mother's feet, his heels digging into the rug, and his ass pushing up to augment the pleasure of his pounding fist. More of the clear pre-come had oozed from the slitted knob of his prick, and the head was wet and slippery as he capped and uncapped its purple swelling with his steady frigging.
"Christ, Mom!" the boy panted, his face working with the increasing pleasure of his masturbatory caress. "I'm about to come!"
Joyce bent her knees, to permit a more savage writhing of her busy hips. Her thighs spread farther apart, and the lips of her cunt opened to reveal the juicy vaginal entrance, the soft folds glistening and quivering with her pelvic thrusts. She splayed her fingers over the swaying mounds of her big tits, letting the erect nipples poke spongy tips between them.
"It's all right, baby!" she crooned, staring down at her son's rearing cockhead, and the furious action of his encircling fist. "Just pretend you're shooting it right in here!" She slammed her hips forward to shove her wet pussy into greater prominence.
Ted had risen from his chair, his own cock fully hard with excitement, and he moved to a position just behind the woman's gyrating ass.
Stepping astride the boy's legs, he bent to fit his huge prick between Joyce's thighs.
"Watch this, Clyde!" he exclaimed, pressing the head of his cock into her labial groove, nuzzling the shivering lips with the purple glans.
"Like your mother says, pretend this is your dick!"
Effortlessly, his hips eased forward, and the cock slid up into Joyce's pussy, stretching the slippery entrance into a taut circle with its girth. The woman's body jerked at the sudden entrance, but her ass continued its delightful grinding, screwing her eager cunt onto the thick shaft of Ted's prick.
Clyde stared in helpless fascination as his cousin's phallic spear slowly disappeared inside the straining circle, only to reappear with its sides coated and slick with the woman's vaginal juices. He found that his hand, fingers wrapped tightly about his own throbbing pole, was matching the strokes of that other cock.
As Ted drove his prick into Joyce's slit, Clyde's fist tugged the loose overcoat of skin down his strutted member, exposing the engorged knob.
Then, as the other tool drew its thick bulk out of the slippery sheath, Clyde's hand moved upward to cap the head of his fuckpole.
His prick securely lodged in Joyce's responsive quim, Ted wrapped both arms about her and cupped her tits with his big hands, kneading them as he stroked in and out, his belly slapping rhythmically against her writhing ass. Over her shoulder, he grinned at the youth.
"You ought to try this pussy, Clyde!" he said jerkily. "She really knows how to use it!"
"Son of a bitch!" was the panted reply. Clyde's fist moved faster, and his hips leaped upward, trembling and heaving. His come spurted high in the air, splashing Ted's balls and the well-stretched lips of his mother's snatch. The second volley splattered against her trembling thigh, trickling sluggishly downward as Ted continued his deep thrusts, making her legs shake with the repeated fillings of her eager cunt.
The weaker spurts arced above the boy's cock and fell back onto his heaving belly, puddling in his deep-set navel and clinging to the light growth of hair that extended upward from his spitting prick. With a groan, Clyde lay back on the carpet, his arms falling to either side of his naked body, his tool still dribbling a trace of his violent orgasm from its lust-widened slit.
"Now, look what you've done, Aunt Joyce!" Ted murmured in the woman's ear. "You'll have to clean it up, you know."
"How?" was the hesitant response. Joyce was on the verge of orgasm, and her ass bucked lustily to aid the powerful thrusts of Ted's cock. She gasped a startled protest when the huge prong tugged itself from the eager jaws of her slavering cunt.
"Mop it up with your muff," Ted chuckled. "Just don't let him stick that poker in you. You can rub him off, if you want to. But don't let him put it in."
Clyde groaned as his mother lowered that juicy cleft over his stillerect prick, dropping to her knees astride his hips, and resting her hands, palms-down, on his chest. She looked directly into his widened eyes as she dragged her dripping cunt lips upward from the base of his cock to the slippery knob. He gave a convulsive shudder, and his hands flashed to her waist, trying to guide her hips backward and effect an entry with his swollen joint.
Deftly, Joyce evaded him, and his cock snapped upward through her anal cleft as she dropped her hairy snatch to his belly, working her hips to scrub the blonde curls through his puddled semen.
Still holding his eyes with hers, she whispered, "Would you really like to put it in me, Clyde?"
"Oh God, yes!" was the panted reply. "I can't help it, Mom!"
"It's all right, baby!" she soothed him. "I understand!"
Kneeling astride Clyde's legs, Ted observed the caress of her juicy labia as it rubbed a wet circle on the youth's belly. He grinned at the tortured expression on his cousin's face.
"Fit your pussy against his prick, Aunt Joyce," he demanded. "Don't let it slip in! Just press down on it."
Her hips lifted again, and her ass cheeks pushed back against Ted's stiff prick as she dropped them down to force Clyde's prong upward, then down again tight against his belly, its engorged shaft caught between her flexing cuntal lips.
"Oh, damn!" was the boy's wail. Not only was his mother's hot pussy massaging his pick, but her fingers were teasing the sensitive nipples of his firm pectorals. As her hips moved back and forth, her wet pubic hair caressed the head of his cock with a feathery touch that made his ass buck wildly on the thick rug.
"Now," Ted exclaimed. "Let's give old Clyde a real thrill!"
Carefully, he gripped his prick and steered it into the small space between Joyce's ass and Clyde's balls, feeling the woman ease her downward pressure as she realized his intention. Slowly, savoring the strange sensations aroused by the unusual contact, he forced the bulging knob between her perineum and the throbbing bulk of the boy's cock.
"Jesus!" Clyde gurgled. "What are you doing?"
"Relax, cousin," Ted answered humorously. "You popped off just watching your mother get screwed. Now I'm gonna let you feel her taking this fuckpole!"
With a little upward pressure of his fingers on his cock, Ted guided the head into the greedy jaws of Joyce's snatch, driving up through the spasming sheath until his belly was jammed against her bottom, and his balls rolled over Clyde's elevated scrotum.
He encircled her waist with both arms, trapping Clyde's fingers with his embrace, and began a rhythmic stroking, sliding his prick almost out of the clutching folds of her cunt, then forcing it in again to be squeezed and caressed by her churning vagina.
Joyce came almost immediately, her ass twisting and jerking with the force of her orgasmic spasms, and cuntal juice dribbled out about the prick that continued its delightful plumbing of her clenching pussy.
The overflow of slippery cream bathed the cock that throbbed beneath the two organs, creating an oily pathway for the huge cylinder that slid back and forth with gathering speed.
For Clyde, the pleasure was becoming more intense. The cunt juice made his joint shift from side to side as Ted's prick raced over it, and his sensitive glans rolled in Joyce's thick muff, massaged by her pelvic gyrations. By lifting his head, he could see that slick column driving in and out, and witness that fierce pistoning of his own cock. It was incredibly good, and getting better. He could add to the pleasure by shoving his hips upward each time Ted hunched into the straining circle of dripping pink pussy, and he could almost imagine it was his prick, rather than his cousin's, filling and stretching the grinding cunt.
Ted's voice was hoarse with lust as he demanded, "Tell Clyde how much you like my dick, Aunt Joyce!"
The woman's eyes were glazed, and a dribble of saliva escaped her distorted lips as she groaned, "I love it, damn you! It's terrible! But I love it!"
"Lean over a little more," was his panted order. "Let Clyde lick your tits!"
Whimpering, she obeyed, arching her torso until the distended nipples hung just above her son's parted lips. With a little cry of excitement, the lad fastened his mouth around one of the succulent fingers, and Joyce gasped at the furious suction as his tongue flayed the spongy flesh.
Ted worked harder, slamming his prick up into her belly with savage thrusts that rocked her body, and he felt Clyde's cock jerk with empathy against the base of his almost-hilted shaft each time the head bored deep into the torrid embrace of writhing tissue.
Faster, pressing his forehead against her arched back, and surrendering to the ecstasy of his throbbing prick, he hammered the column of passion-swollen hardness into her belly, trying to wait for the thing he knew would happen.
Between his knees, he felt Clyde's legs stiffen and tremble, and beneath his sliding cock, the boy's phallic spear seemed to swell with rhythmic pulsations.
With a harsh cry, he shoved his cock up into the churning depths and yielded to the almost painful spasms of ecstasy that accompanied each spurt of his semen against his aunt's convulsing womb. To his own ejaculatory pleasure was added the external thrill of Clyde's jetting prong against his own, and Joyce's frantic manipulation of her vaginal muscles as she tried to reach another climax.
Before she could make it, Ted pulled his prick out of her clenching pussy, spilling the last feeble spurt of his come onto Clyde's balls.
He rolled aside, stretching himself on the rug and staring at the two naked bodies, Joyce still feeding her big breast into the boy's mouth, and grinding her fevered snatch against his expended cock.
"You can finish up on his dick, Aunt Joyce," he murmured. "That's not an order, by the way. You can get up and leave, if you want to."
Joyce lifted her torso, tugging her breast from Clyde's greedy lips.
Her face was a mask of emotion, the mouth drawn tightly against clenched teeth, and the eyes half-closed with the violence of her own need. She stared at Ted, her brows working as if in indecision.
"Damn you!" she whispered.
Her body lifted, and her hand sought the cream-smeared hardness of her son's prick, holding it in position as she fitted the dripping jaws of her cunt over its still-engorged head. With a luxurious sigh, she impaled herself on the rearing shaft, groaning with delight as the meaty knob slid up onto that hungry maw to supply the frictioning she needed for her aborted climax.
Beneath her, his hands urging her hips to begin their promising play, Clyde welcomed the incestuous coupling by shoving his pelvis up to impale her more firmly on his joint.
"I'm getting hard again, Mom!" the youth panted. "My God! I've never come three times in a row!"
Joyce began a slow grinding of her lush hips, working her cunt in a delightful massage of his throbbing prick. Slowly, she added a slight lifting and lowering that increased in length and frequency as the cock regained its full stiffness. She licked her lips and began fucking him with a determined hunching that made the boy cry out with ecstasy.
"You're going to come again, Clyde," she hissed. "For mother!"
Ted's coarse laughter blended with their throaty moans as Joyce's cunt exploded in the climax she had been seeking, and Clyde slammed his hips up to hilt his prick in her convulsing depths, unable to reach his own orgasm, but pistoning his mother's pussy into a second come almost before the first had subsided.
Clyde turned a perspiring face toward Ted, his eyes pleading as he panted, "Can I get on top?"
"Be my guest," his cousin grunted. "Give her a real workout."
With a flurry of arms and legs, the two bodies managed a reversal of position without disengaging the stiff cock, and Joyce drew the boy down between her thighs with a cry of joy. Her mouth opened under his kiss, and she wrapped her legs high about his waist as he began hammering his prick in and out of the snug sheath that nibbled and chewed the sliding hardness that plumbed its juicy corridor.
"My! My!" Ted exclaimed teasingly. "I wonder what Uncle Ralph will say about this!" His prick was stiffening again, aroused by the sight and sound of the incestuous union.
Clyde was a handsome lad, his body well-muscled and tanned, and his cock was almost as large as Ted's. His ass, perfectly proportioned, rose and fell with a savage rhythm, levering the thick spear in and out of her fluttering labia, stretching and stroking the delicate vaginal walls that yielded repeated surges of slippery juice to bathe his meaty piston.
Joyce had her eyes closed, and both arms about her son's body. Her ass, lifted by her scissoring legs, shook and bucked in response to the deep probing of her hungry snatch.
Beneath Clyde's swaying balls, her anus winked convulsively, the brown circlet pushing in and out with the flexing of her happy cunt. A slimy mixture of her juices and the semen Ted had pumped into her belly had been forced from her pussy lips to coat her perineum and the cleft of her magnificent ass.
Without hesitation, Ted rose to his knees and positioned himself behind the hunching youth, making him jerk violently when he laid one hand on the pounding hips.
"Relax, cousin," Ted murmured. "Just spread your knees a little. I'm gonna pack her asshole while you take care of that snatch."
His buttocks clenching, Clyde shifted his legs, and Ted moved in between them, shoving the head of his prick beneath the lad's heavy scrotum to press it firmly against Joyce's winking anus.
"Nooooooo!" she wailed, trying to unhook her legs from Clyde's hips, but finding them blocked by Ted's powerful hands. She felt the pressure increase, and twisted her hips in one last effort to evade the determined hardness that was stretching her anal opening into a circle of quivering tissue about its invading knob.
Once again, Clyde felt his cousin's throbbing cock move against his tightening balls, and he buried his own prick more deeply in the churning sheath of his mother's cunt, making her grunt as his pubic arch slammed against her clitoral notch.
Ted found her asshole slick, but much tighter than on the previous evening. Now, Clyde's tool filled the adjacent channel, compressing the slippery corridor into which the second cock was slowly forcing its heart-shaped head. Joyce was helpless to prevent the invasion, for her body was trapped beneath her son's weight, and his prick held her ass captive for Ted's powerful thrust.
She screamed as the big cock popped through the resistance of her anal muscles, and bored up into her flexing colon, filling her asshole with its throbbing heat. She felt her vagina clamp more firmly about Clyde's joint, tightened by the pulsating invader that drove deeper and deeper into her intestines.
Once the head cleared her sphincter, the discomfort vanished, and Joyce was aware of only the pleasurable friction of the two pricks in her belly, providing a sense of completeness she had never before experienced, and sending her hips into a wildly hunching climax that blended ecstasy with the knowledge that she was providing pleasure for two lusty males, each one bent on emptying his seminal reservoir into her churning flesh.
Ted experienced a rush of hot juices about his well-planted cock, and the muscles of that receptive canal rippled their convulsive embrace about the throbbing hardness. Eagerly, he began pumping the juicy hole, slamming his taut belly against Clyde's buttocks with each delightful stroke.
Clyde, caught between the two bodies, could manage only a short pistoning of his buried prong. But he could feel each movement of Ted's prick against his swollen ventral vein, and the delicious spasming of that juicy vagina as it raced from climax to climax with the continued probing of its companion channel.
"You're making me come myself to death!" Joyce wailed, her eyes rolling and her speech slurred by the exquisite shudders that roared through her grinding pelvis to spread throughout her straining body. She reached past her son's shoulders, groping for Ted, but discovering her arms could not find him. Her hands moved lower, clasping Clyde's waist and examining the undulating muscles that levered his prick in and out of her cunt.
She touched the tensing buttocks, and felt Ted's belly slam against her fingers. Forcing her tits up against Clyde's chest, she captured the hips that pounded her straining ass, pulling them closer, and urging the prick into a fierce jabbing that made her gasp with its violence and the gut-wrenching pleasure.
Three bodies were caught up in the whirlwind of lust generated by the rhythmic frictioning of passion-engorged flesh and thirsty female tissue. Grunts and throaty moans accompanied the squishing sound of the two cocks as they slid in and out, faster and harder.
Clyde came with a groan of ecstasy, shooting his hot sperm into the convulsing cunt with little jabs of his spurting prick, and the orgasmic shudders were felt by Ted's ramrod as it bored deep into Joyce's ass to spill its fiery tribute in the sucking channel of her intestines.
Joyce's scream was blocked by her son's tongue in a demanding kiss, and she could only work her hips as the two boys drenched her belly with their semen. Her pussy squeezed and churned in retaliatory orgasm, and her anal canal became a vacuuming sheath of hot, juicy muscles that stripped Ted's cock of the last drop of that soothing ball-juice she needed so desperately.