Marge walked in the back door and set her groceries on the kitchen table. The market had been crowded and all that she wanted, was to get a shower and cool off.
With the food put away in the refrigerator, she started for the stairs. The thoughts of cool water spraying over her body were all that occupied her as she walked through the quiet house. Then she heard an odd noise.
Going into the dining room, the soundsgrew louder.
"Yes!" she heard Debbie whimpering. "God, shove it in deep!"
The woman stopped for an instant, the thoughts of her young daughter with a boyfriend in the living room rushed through her head.
What should I do? she wondered as she stood dazedly staring at the open doorway to the living room. What can I say? Maybe it's all a mistake.
Then she caught herself wondering who the guy was.
Gently, quietly, the woman looked around the side of the door into the living room.
Debbie was naked on the floor, her body covered with a shining layer of sweat and cum. The girl was sucking and chewing desperately at the man's huge cock.
Marge could see the young cheeks filling and emptying as her daughter's head pumped up and down over the prickhead, sucking it deep into her throat and out again.
Debbie acted as if she were starving for it, as if she needed the cock even more than she needed the air that its huge head blocked everytime the girl dove down on the slab of cockmeat.
It was only then that the shocked mother recognized the man on whose prick her daughter was so greedily slurping and licking.
Oh my God! Marge's mind shrieked. It's Bill!
Her husband was on his knees before his stepdaughter. He stared downward at the top of the girl's head. His eyes seemed to shine with the mad glow of lust. His hips hunched back and forth, driving his cock deep into her throat.
Bill's rough hands were all over the girl's firm young body, crushing her tits, pushing underneath to finger her clit and make her flesh quiver, reaching behind, to push hard fingers into her asshole and make her ass cheeks tremble with lust.
Marge wanted to look away. She wanted to turn and run up to her bedroom and forget that she had ever seen this nightmare going on in her own living room. She wanted to scream at the top of her lungs and tear into both of them with all her fury. But she couldn't do anything.
She was like a bird caught helplessly before a snake. The movements, the grunting sounds. All of it caught her in its web of lust and held her while her heart and brain screamed and pleaded for sanity.
"Now, baby," she heard Bill grunt through his lust. "Dad's got something else for his girl."
Debbie looked up, pausing in her mouth fucking of her stepfather's fleshy piston of cockmeat. The head popped out of her mouth with a wet, sucking sound and trailed slime and pre-cum down her soft chin.
The girl's eyes burned feverishly with herhunger. She seemed to see nothing in the world except for the older man in front of her and the wonderful cock that she had been so hungrily eating.
"What, Dad?" the girl asked. "What do you have for me now?"
With one rough movement Bill turned the girl around until the fullness of her beautiful ass was facing him. He touched her gently for a moment, savoring the satiny feel of her ass cheeks as they pressed up against him.
His hands passed between Debbie's legs and Marge saw her daughter quiver with anticipation. Then the woman realized with horror just what her husband was doing.
His rough hands gathered the thick gobs of cream that dripped from the girl's sweet, young cunt lips and smeared the greasy fluid thickly around and into her daughter's asshole. Time after time, his jism-covered finger would disappear up the girl's ass all the way to the knuckle until he finally decided that she was ready.
"Oh yesssss, Dad," the girl's moans hit Marge's terrified ears. "Do my ass, you big cocked Dad! Rip my guts out with that big prick!"
Marge groaned inwardly, paralyzed with shock and anger. Then she realized that there was more. She was turned on by the sight of what was happening. Her own cunt churned with horny juices as she watched her husband working the ass of her teenaged daughter.
She watched as Bill began rubbing the swollen cockhead around Debbie's cum-slimed asshole. She knew how that felt, the ache deep in her guts, the itch that seemed to center itself in the tight brown-ringed asshole.
Debbie squirmed in anticipation, a cat in heat flipping its tail over to one side to allow its fuck-partner to get a clear shot at its dripping hole. But this was no, cat.
This was Marge's own daughter. The one who she had tucked into bed. The one who she had nursed through childhood diseases. The one who had always come to her with her tears and hugs whenever something was wrong.
And here was her husband-Debbie's own stepfather-humping against the teenager as if she were some whore off the street!
Marge's mind shrieked with the outrage of what she was seeing. She wanted to run into the room, to beat and claw at the man who was her husband. The man to whom she had given her body. She wanted to hurt him. And she wanted to hurt Debbie for daring to take her man and give her young body to him to use. Yet there was nothing the woman could do, nothing except watch.
She stood frozen, a rigid bystander whose own body was betraying her outrage.
Marge felt her nipples pushing against the cloth of her thin blouse. They ached with the traitorous hunger of her flesh. Before she realized it the woman slid one hand inside her blouse and was working the angry nipples.Individually and together, she twisted and caressed their rubbery hardness. Her other hand had a life of its own, sliding through the side vent of her wrap-around skirt and seeking the already dripping gash of her cunt.
The finger found its mark, slipping greasily up and down the weeping slash, massaging her throbbing clit until it had to scream in unison with her hunger.
Marge watched, panting, as Bill planted his cockhead firmly against her daughter's quivering asshole and poked it through.
The young girl grunted, pushing backward and trapping the swollen head within the tight, itching ring of her ass. For a moment it seemed to lodge there, held in place by the strength of her muscles. Then, with one savage push and an explosion of pent-up breath, Debbie pushed herself backward. She impaled her asshole on her stepfather's throbbing cock and ground her hips in tight circles, trying to suck his thick slab of meat even deeper into her girlish body.
"Aaaaaah, Christ!" the girl shrieked, her motions becoming more frenzied with each second. "It hurts, but it hurts sooooo good!" She began hunching back even harder. "Fuck it, Dad! Fuck out my tight ass! It itches. Oh Dad, scratch my itch! Make it hurt deeper, Dad! Hurt me!"The girl's passion seemed to enflame Bill's hunger even more and Marge saw her husband raise himself over her daughter's thrashing ass cheeks and begin pounding his cockmeat homeup the girl's asshole.
The older woman groaned softly as she felt her own driving finger carrying her nearer and nearer the brink of orgasm.
Fire lanced through her nipples as she bruised them with her own hand. The flames seemed to crawl through the firm flesh of her belly and stab at the wet, rippling depths of her cunt.
Marge wanted to stop what she was doing. But in spite of her motherly outrage, in spite of her shock at seeing her man ass-fucking another woman, the sight turned her on.
She rubbed harder at the quivering nubbin of her clit. Twisting and pinching, pulling at it just as if she were jacking off a small version of her husband's cock, Marge dragged her mind onward. She wanted to scream her passion and hate, but couldn't. She couldn't let them hear, couldn't let them know that she was getting her own excitement just by watching what they were doing,
"Fuck me, Dad!" Debbie began screaming. "Fuck, fuck, fuck meeeeeee!"
The girl's voice trailed away into a pitiful mewing sound that rose from the back of her throat and pleaded with the rutting man that rode her dripping ass.
"You want my big cock, baby?" Bill gasped, reaching under his stepdaughter's belly and grabbing a firm young tit in each of his rough hands. "You want me to spray your asshole full of nice, hot cum?"
"Ohhhhh, yessssss!" the teenager grunted, biting at her lower lip as pain and pleasure traced mad patterns across her beautiful face.
"Ream my shitter, Dad," she moaned.
Suddenly Debbie's eyes flew wide as she felt a wave of fire sweep through her quivering guts, and the girl began pounding with the first of her orgasms.
"Fuck it, you big-cocked bastard!" she suddenly screamed. "Fuck it now!"
Marge knew what that must mean, knew what the girl was feeling. How many times before had she felt the same thing herself? Her husband's monstrous cock rammed deep into the brown tunnel of love that was her wet, quivering asshole. There was an awesome itch about it that nothing in the world could satisfy except a deep-planted cock. There was fire and shivering ice that swept in waves through all the sensitive flesh around her crotch.
Yessss, Marge groaned silently, imagining the way it must feel to have Bill's thick slab of meat throbbing inside her own ass. Yesss, baby. Fuck it good. Fuck it harder and harder!
Then the woman realized what she was saying. No, she thought to herself. No, I can't stand any more of this.
Yet, still she watched. Marge felt her own knees begin to quiver with the first waves of it that she knew signaled her climax. Bill began hunching savagely against Debbie. His huge, swollen balls slapped wetly against the back of the teenager's legs with thesplattering promise of gallons of cum.
Marge licked her lips, feeling the heat of her body rise into her throat and dry out her mouth.
She was hungry for cock from watching the two. If there had been another man around at that instant, she would have ripped his pants off in her desperate need for a prick-any prick whatsoever.
Bill's hands tore at the young girl's tits, leaving red welts across their soft, fleshy mounds. He clawed and pulled at the nipples. And through her own memory, Marge felt those hands.
Her guts began churning and boiling with the hunger. Her cunt itched for a pounding cock. Her asshole ached all through its empty depths. Her mouth watered, hungry for the taste of a dripping prick to be sliding into the back of her throat. On and on she pushed herself, watching the two people she loved most in the world fucking on the floor before her.
Bill's body became suddenly rigid, frozen in the instant of supreme lust. Debbie seemed to sense it and Marge saw her young daughter begin to hump furiously.
"Jesus-fucking-Christ!" Bill bellowed between gasping breaths. Suddenly he too began hunching forward, pounding his ramrod deep into the girl's belly.
"Yesss!" Debbie screamed as the first of his thick, load of scalding cum sprayed like astream of hot acid into her rippling asshole.
Marge watched them go over the edge, saw the first gobs of her husband's cream as it began splashing out of her daughter's ass and began running down the girl's hard, young thighs.
Then she too joined them in their insanity. The woman felt streams of fuck-juice begin pouring from her own cunt. Her hand was soaked and the cream darkened the front of her skirt as the material jumped and jerked from the insane movements of her hand.
She wanted to cry and laugh with the confused emotions that she underwent. But all she could do was lean against the doorway and watch her daughter and husband. There was simply no strength left in her pain-and-sex-racked flesh.
Debbie and Bill collapsed in a heap upon the thick pile of the living room carpeting. Marge watched as the thick, still-swollen knob of the man's cock popped wetly out of her daughter's ass
As Bill rolled off onto his side, Marge saw Debbie slide down until her face was only a few inches from the pulsing shaft of the man's cock.
"Oh, Dad," the young girl sighed, her warm breath moving the thick hairs that grew around the base of the man's prick. "That was so good." She leaned, forward and kissed the purple cockhead and Marge saw it quiver. The headand shaft of Bill's prick were beslimed with his own cum and Debbie's juices, and the young girl ran her long hot tongue up the blue-veined cock.
Gobs of sticky jism gathered on the end of the teenager's tongue and Marge saw the girl swallow hungrily as the greasy cream began running down her throat.
"Oh, Dad," Debbie moaned and murmured between the slurping noises of her lips and tongue sliding up and down his cum filmed cock. "I just love to lick the cum off a man's cock when he's finished fucking me. It tastes so good."
It was then that the girl looked up and saw her mother standing in the doorway.
"Oh my God! Mom!" Debbie's voice broke.
Marge saw Bill look up, startled. Then she turned to run up the stairs to her bedroom. She slammed the door and locked it behind her. Too much, she thought to herself, this was just too much!
Not only was she paralyzed and hurt by watching what her own daughter and husband had been doing, but she had actually stood there and watched while they were doing it! She had stood there until they had finished. And all the time she had masturbated until she had reached her own gut-wrenching climax!
The whole experience seemed to be too overwhelming for her to handle.
Oh God, she wondered, what am I going todo now? How can I go on living in the same house with him? How can I ever let him touch me again?
At the same time, she realized that she still loved her big, beautiful Bill, that she still wanted him-in some ways, even more than before. There had been something about watching him plant his big prick in Debbie's young ass that had made her realize just how sexy he truly was to her.
A soft knock at the door finally drew her attention away from her mental self punishment.
"Marge?" she heard Bill call from the other side of the door. "I think that we'd better talk about this."
From the sound of his voice, she knew how upset he was. There was uncertainty in his tone. He needed to get everything out in the open. But she just couldn't stand the thought of facing him right then and there. She was too confused. She herself had no idea of what she wanted to say or do. It was more than she could work out on the spur of the moment.
"Not now, Bill," she heard herself answering. "I just need to be alone for awhile and think. I can't talk about anything at the moment. Just leave me alone."She didn't know whether he had gone away or not, and she wondered why she should even care.
Marge got up and removed her clothes, putting on the soft, satin robe that Bill had boughther just before they were married. She lay back on the bed, covering her eyes with her hands, and began to cry from the sheer frustration that the situation made her feel.
What am I going to do? she wondered. No matter where she looked, the image of her husband and daughter filled her mind's eye with a picture of lust.
"Oh God," she sighed softly, remembering the look of joy on the young girl's face, knowing exactly how Debbie must have felt.
Bill is such a handsome man, she thought. And Debbie has reached the age where she has started needing a man's attention. I can't really blame her for becoming infatuated with her stepfather.
At the same time, she knew that there was no way she could really blame Bill, either. Debbie did have a way about her. She was such a beautiful, young girl.
She remembered again how horny it had made her to watch Bill's rampant cock sliding in and out of her daughter's mouth and then moving around to push deep into the teenager's hot, wet asshole.
She remembered her own feelings of lust at watching the scene, and against her will Marge realized that she was massaging her tit through the satiny softness of her robe. The material rubbed sensuously against the nipples, makings them rise to push against her fingertipsthrough the restraint of the cloth.
Her other hand slid down the smooth surface of her belly. The hem of her robe fell open as her wandering fingers wound their way through the fiery red jungle of her cunt mound.
Already there was dampness there. Just the memory of what she had witnessed had been enough to cause the stream of her private hungers to flow.
The satin was damp to her touch where it brushed between her dripping thighs. She took a handful of the soft material and began gently touching her cunt lips with its rustling smoothness.
Bill's face came back into her tortured mind, the bristling hunger of his mouth as he had pounded his huge cock into the young girl's ass.
Marge's own ass itched with the memory of the scene. She knew the feel of that prick, knew its throbbing reality as it slid deep into her bowels, knew its twitching fierceness as it sprayed gob after scalding gob into a steaming asshole.
Faster and faster, she rubbed the slick satin robe through the dripping gash of her cunt. Harder and harder, the aching woman massaged and clawed at her own tits. The nipples rose with her attacks, pulled fully an inch away from the quivering mounds of her tits. First one and then the other stood out pounding beneath the pinching and twisting of herfingertips.
"Yes, baby, yesssss," she whispered softly, imagining the feel of his hot prick rammed into her asshole. "Oh, yes, yes, unh, unh, unh!" her voice rasped harshly.
The wall of fire began building in her guts, churning through her cunt and ass. It was merging with the racing streams of flame that tore at her abused tits, melting together to form one solid wall of inferno that filled her entire body.
Marge lay on the bed, her legs spread wide, her breath coming in tattered gasps. The woman's right hand rubbed furiously at her cunt as if she were actually trying to set the silken, red hairs on fire. Her left hand clawed at her tits, bruising and marking their firm, trembling surfaces with her savagery.
One instant she abused herself, pushing and driving her own fears and hungers, she tortured her own soft flesh. The next, she knew that she had gone too far and that there was no turning back from the overwhelming wave of lust.
It hit so hard that she nearly lost consciousness from the force of the blow. Marge's legs began to tremble with the convulsions and she knew that had she been standing she would have fallen instantly.
A flood of cum poured from the trembling gash of her cunt's swollen lips. Over and over, the waves of orgasms drowned her sanity. Over and over, she poured her body's juicesout through the quivering lips.
Marge's robe and hand were soaked with the outpouring of fuck-juice. The bed itself was drenched as the torrent of juice soaked through the bedspread and into the sheets and mattress beneath her opened legs.
For a moment, she lay quietly catching her breath and allowing her brain to swirl with the confused emotions that raced through it.
Then everything seemed to switch off. Numbness seeped into her head and her eyes grew heavy with the weight of fatigue and mental exhaustion.
Only a moment after her thrashing body had reached its final climax, the tortured woman fell into a deep sleep.