After the wild night of incest with Ed, it was a new day for Janet and her mother.
"I've been fucking your uncle ever since I divorced your father," Sandra said. "It happened so naturally. I was down, and Eddie was there to pick me up, just like family's supposed to. I was so grateful and wanted to show him how much I loved him. One night we were alone together, and the next thing I knew…"
Sandra paused to chuckle. "Suppose you could say I seduced my own brother."
"It was the other way around with Uncle Ed and me," Janet said. "One of the nights you really were at church, he showed up and started getting fresh."
"Oh, yes, he can be that way," Sandra sighed. "He used to make all the little girls squeal when we were growing."
"Guess he just caught me at the right time or something," Janet continued. "I didn't set out to lose my cherry, but one thing led to another and…"
"His cock is sooo big," Sandra knowingly interrupted, saying it all for Janet. "Even a virgin would know she was never going to get fucked any better once she saw how your uncle's hung."
"Exactly," Janet confirmed. "Once I saw that gorgeous hunk of cockmeat, I couldn't resist trying it in my pussy."
"Which is exactly why I tried so hard to keep you away from temptation," Sandra explained. "Nothing turns a good girl into a bad girl faster than her first look at a big, stiff prick. That's what ruined me with your father. At least you had the good luck to lose your virginity to someone who's blood kin and cares about you."
"You're sure you feel that way, Mom?" Janet said.
"You don't leave me much choice," Sandra chuckled. "What's done is done. You're not just my little girl anymore, you're a woman. I'm just glad you kept it in the family."
"Except I'm not the only one you have to worry about. I'm not the only kid in this house," Janet pointed out, edging closer to her next incestuous confession to her mother. "What about Eric. Mom?"
"What about him?" Sandra suspiciously asked.
Janet let a sly grin creep across her face, then drawled, "Uncle Ed's not the only one in this family with a big cock."
"You-you-with your brother?"
"The other night. Eric walked in on me while I was playing with my pussy," Janet briskly revealed, anxious to get it all out in the open.
"And?"
"I convinced him there was something a lot better for his cock than just his hand," Janet said. "And it was the same for him as a cherry girl. Nothing turns a nice boy into a horny stud faster than his first look at a juicy pussy."
"So you fucked your own brother?"
"Like mother, like daughter. Just keeping it all in the family, Mom. If you and Ed can get it on, why not me and Eric?"
Clearly shaken, Sandra was silent for so long that Janet began to wonder if she'd told her mother too much, too soon. But when the silence was broken, Janet's doubts turned to bubbling anticipation.
"What's he like?" Sandra whispered.
And taking a chance, Janet said, "You'll just have to fuck him yourself to find out, Mom."
"When?" Sandra was brimming with a new phase of incestuous lust, this time for her own son.
"Tonight's as good a time as any, Mom. Just leave it to me. Now listen to this." Janet's plan involved using herself as a decoy. At first this made her mother nervous, but Sandra had become so sold on fucking Eric that she was ready to go along with anything to get the job done! And bizarre as it was, Janet's scheme seemed foolproof.
That evening Eric came home from basketball practice, dog tired until he ran into his sister and she suggestively told him, "Mom's off at church again tonight. We have the place to ourselves for at least a couple of hours. And you know what that means. Interested?"
Janet was rubbing against Eric. All she wore was a thin shift, with nothing underneath. Eric couldn't avoid feeling her tits, belly and thighs against his body. Neither could he avoid the hot blood which rushed between his legs when her crotch pressed below his waist. Sudden and throbbing, his hard-on bulged in his jeans.
She reached down and unzipped her brother's fly. A tug at his packed shorts, and his rigid prick surged into the open. Janet caught it between her thighs and squeezed, treating his column of cockmeat to the seductive warmth of her pussy.
"I can be out of this dress before you know it and naked in bed for you," Janet crooned. "All you have to do is say the magic word."
"F-fuck," Eric stammered on cue, as though his vocabulary were temporarily limited to this single term.
"That's the one, stud," Janet giggled.
Then she pulled away from her brother, beckoning him to follow her down the hall. As she moved toward the bedroom, her clothing was removed, playfully flung in Eric's face. By the time he'd peeled it away, Janet could be heard bouncing onto the mattress.
Stumbling through the doorway, Eric briefly halted his advance to drop his pants and lose his breath at the sight of his artfully posed sister. Nude, Janet had a leg up and bent at the knee, while the other one dangled over the edge of the bed. Her hand was at her crotch, where a single fingertip traced the pink slit of her otherwise hairy cunt.
"God, Sis, you're so beautiful," Eric gulped, his jutting cock twitching as he spoke.
"Flattery'll get you everywhere," Janet steamily replied. "But your big cock, where it counts, will get you even further."
Lurching toward the bed as if his hard-on were pulling him forward, Eric stopped with one last display of restraint. "Y-you sure Mom won't be back?" he nervously muttered.
"Of course, silly," Janet lied convincingly. "After all, I have as much to lose as you do if she ever caught us getting it on."
"Yeah, guess so," Eric agreed. "But it's not just us I'm worried about. You know how uptight about sex Mom is. It might kill her if she knew we were doing this."
"That's just the problem. Right now we're not doing anything! So, c'mon, let's give ourselves something to be guilty about. You can start by feeding me your fat cock to suck while you go down on my pussy."
"Yeah!" Eric gasped, the prospect of a sixty-nine ridding him of his caution.
He was quickly on the bed, kneeling astride his naked sister with his face lined up with her waiting crotch and his cock and balls poised above her face. The lips of his mouth met the lips of her cunt first, then Janet orally grabbed his prick to swallow it as fast as she could.
Now the sounds of male and female suction filled the room, with brother and sister hungrily giving one another head. Indeed, neither of them could have heard the muffled sounds of the front door being carefully opened and closed unless they were listening for it in advance. Eric, of course, wasn't. Janet, on the other hand, had been expecting it all along.
And in the living room, an intruder in her own home, Sandra Hall filled her lungs with as much air as they could hold to give herself a shot of courage. More crucial, though, was what happened between her legs. Spasming with desire, her excited pussy wouldn't let her turn back for anything.
Now Sandra walked toward the bedroom and what she knew she'd find there, Eric and Janet, her own son and daughter, getting it on.
There they were, rocking in a human cradle on the squeaking bed, their faces between one another's legs. Janet deep-throated Eric's cock. He ate her pussy. And so taken was she by the sight of her children sixty-fining in the flesh, Sandra had to struggle to remember her part in the scene she'd so carefully rehearsed before hand.
She started off haltingly, weakly clearing her throat as she stood in the doorway. There was no response from the sucking kids. She'd have to come on stronger than this, Sandra told herself. How would a normal mother react?
"My God!" Sandra blurted, jumping from the piercing shriek of her own voice.
On top of the sixty-nine, Eric bolted upright from the waist as though there were invisible wires attached to him. He faced directly toward Sandra, his astonished features glistening with Janet's pussy juice.
"M-Mom," he choked. "We-we can explain everything. Can't we, Sis?"
"Maybe you can," Janet rasped from below, after spitting out his cock. "But I'm getting my ass out of here before all hell breaks loose!"
She popped out from beneath her startled brother, leapt from the bed, and dashed by her mother, out the door. Once she was gone, Sandra fixed Eric with a chilling stare, freezing him on the bed while she closed the distance between them.
"Well, Son, I'm waiting," Sandra grimly said. "You said you could explain."
Eric hung his head in shame and admitted, "Guess I can't, Mom. It was just what it looked like between Sis and me."
"Well," Sandra said after a long pause, "at least you had enough sense to keep it in the family."
It caught Eric by surprise. "What?"
"You heard me."
Eric slowly looked up. His mother stood at the edge of the bed. And the expression of outrage and disgust which he expected to be twisting her face wasn't there. Instead, her eyes shined. She couldn't keep her tongue from licking her lips. Eric felt like he was dangling on a hook as he waited for her to speak again.
"Your sister took your cherry, didn't she, Son?" Sandra finally said.
Eric slowly nodded, his stomach churning in reaction to his mother's unexpected behavior. He'd been afraid she might even have a heart attack, but even that would have made him less uncomfortable than this. Where, he desperately wondered, was she coming from?
Sandra gave him more than a hint, when she purred, "Can't say I blame Janet." She was staring straight at her son's cock, now limp from fright but still a hunk.
Eric blushed. His hand automatically went to his crotch, covering his prickmeat. But his mother gently brushed it away.
"Can't say I'd blame myself," Sandra purred some more. "How did your sister do it, Son?"
Eric practically strangled on his own tongue. "Do wh-what?"
"Get your cock hard, Son," Sandra kept purring. "Get your cherry cock so hard that you couldn't keep it in your pants."
Eric had never heard this mother say anything like this before. It stunned him so much that he was surprised when he heard himself actually answer her.
"Sis was practically naked," he blurted out. "I saw her-her…"
"Pussy?"
Eric gulped and wag back to nodding.
"Would your cock get hard for me, Son, if you saw my pussy?"
Sandra pulled up her skirt. She wore stockings and a garter belt, but it was clear, as her raised hem flirted with the triangle of her crotch, there were no panties.
Eric was panting with anticipation, his cock already stirring, when his mother lifted the skirt all the way past her hips. Completely hairless, her cunt greeted him with a vertical smile.
"It-it's shaved!" he gasped.
"Smooth as a cockhead," Sandra said, rubbing her pink cunt mound. "If you put our pussies side by side, your sister's would seem like the older one with all that hair on it. How do you like the young look, Eric?"
He didn't need to speak to answer. His cock told the story, having jerked to attention at the sight of his mother's bald cunt.
"Know what it's like to eat a shaved pussy?" Sandra crooned on, as if she were jacking Eric off with words. "You can taste it all with no hair in the way. Get it all in your mouth, the lips, clit, everything. Suck the hot juice right out of the gash, especially if you use your tongue."
"God, Mom, you've gotta stop," Eric croaked. "You're driving me crazy, talking to me this way."
"I love having my pussy eaten. That's why I shaved it. I can feel everything, too. Your lips, your tongue, your teeth. Your warm spit. Your hot breath all over my smooooooth little cunt."
Eric's ears burned from his mother's words. But his rigid cock burned even more from the lusty fire raging in his loins. Pulsating to the racing beat of his heart, his hard-on twitched and throbbed almost as if it were being stroked by a phantom hand.
"I always come when my pussy's eaten," Sandra murmured. "Come in your mouth. So much of my cunt's sweet honey seeping down your throat."
"I'm warning you, Mom, I can't take it. Can't listen to this without…"
"Yes, darling?"
"Having an accident," Eric hissed between clenched teeth, trying to hold back from within. But it was no use. The rising tide couldn't be controlled. Although untouched, his red cock lurched and erupted with a torrent of jism.
Swiftly, Sandra was on her knees, leaning over the side of the bed. Her slurping mouth was all over her son's creaming prick. And once Eric's balls were drained, not only did she refuse to stop sucking prick, she went down even further.
Now Sandra was all the way up on the bed, astride Eric while she kept going down on him. Her thighs were spread directly over his head. He looked up into the pink yawn of her shaved cunt and his tongue got as hard as his cock still was. It stuck straight out of his mouth, straining for his first taste of his mother's cunt.
And down Sandra eased. Her pussylips slipped around his tongue, then slid in a dipping, slurping fashion. Eric's mouth was soon sealed with her cunt, his tongue hilted up her pussy. He tested his mother's pussy with an oral wriggle. The juice which immediately seeped down his throat made him drunk with passion.
At the same time, at the other end of the action, Sandra expertly deep-throated her son's entire hard-on to the root. She added a finger up his tight, young asshole for good measure, pumping rhythmically at the gland near the base of his balls.
Already, the liquid pressure was mounting between his legs, as he thought of nothing else but proving his manhood by coming in his mother's mouth.
In the meantime, Sandra climaxed first. Her pussy juice was twice as hot, twice as sweet, twice as much when there was an orgasm involved. Eric feasted on it, using his tongue like a spoon in his mother's pot of cunt honey.
Then, when he had a warm bellyful of Sandra's cum, it occurred to Eric that it was about time he returned the favor. The way his mother was sucking his cock, it was obvious that she was just as thirsty for his jizz as he'd been for her pussy cream.
Eric guessed that his mother must know he was getting ready to come, because she sucked his prick even better, using her mouth like a second cunt. And the way she fingerfucked his asshole sent shooting pangs of urgency through his churning balls.
Now, from the bottom of the sixty-nine, Eric lifted his ass off the bed, so his cock jammed in his mother's throat even farther. He could feel his balls separating against her face as they clung to the root of his swallowed prick. It was time to shoot it.
"Ahhhh!" he moaned with release into the nest of his mother's bald pussy. At the other end of the action, Sandra was already gulping down his first blast of cum.
The best part of his mother's cocksucking technique, Eric now realized, was the way she drank cum. So greedy was she for his hot jism that she left the impression she was sucking it out of his balls entirely on her own, as if his prick didn't even need to spurt for her to milk him dry.
By the time he was drained, Eric was sure his prick would be limp after such an incredible blowjob. But when the sixty-nine broke up and he'd pulled out of his mother's mouth, his hard-on hadn't lost an inch.
Sandra noticed it, too. "Hurry," she urged her son. "Hurry and fuck me with that hot fucker before it cools off! I want your big cock in my cunt right now!"
She bobbed up on her hands and knees, her asscheeks parting so her hairless pussy spread from the rear. Her son was automatically reminded of a bitch in heat as he approached her from behind.
"Do it like a dog! Fuck me like a dog!" Sandra yelped. Then she moaned with lowdown pleasure when Eric fucked into her with a slippery surge and his teenaged cock was lodged in her squeezing cunt.
Now Sandra began to roll her hips. Her son didn't have to move his cock on his own, because she supplied all the friction, herself. She rocked to and fro on her knees, with her wet pussy squishing as she got herself dogfucked.
Since his mother was in charge of his cock in her cunt, Eric got involved with making things happen by reaching forward for Sandra's tits. The buttons popped when he ripped open her blouse. Since she wore no bra, her large tits fell right into his hands.
"Oh, wonderful," Sandra sighed. "Squeeze your mama's titties real hard, Son."
Eric dug his fingers into her soft tit-flesh. He'd leave black-and-blue marks for sure, but that didn't keep his mother from loving his rough treatment. Indeed, when she abruptly climaxed, Sandra let Eric know that he'd made her came as much from mauling her tits as from dog-fucking her cunt with his big cock.
And the same time as she'd done during the sixty-nine, once Sandra started coming, she didn't stop. Her writhing body made it clear there would be no end to her multiple orgasms until her son climaxed, too.
And like the piss he'd compared it with, Eric's jizz abruptly spilled from his cock, not in spurts, but in a continuous stream. It filled his mother's dog-fucked cunts to the brim, then drooled from her pussy lips down her trembling thighs.
"Oh, so much cum. So much hot cum in my fucked pussy," Sandra groaned with appreciation. "More cum than my poor pussy can hold. Thank you, Son. Oh, thank you for fucking Mama soooo gooooood with your hard, young cock!"
"Jeez, Mom, I'm the one ought to be thanking you," Eric sighed, now that his climax had run its course. "When you caught me and Sis in bed, I thought it was the end of the world. But you made it the best thing that ever happened to me. I'd rather suck and fuck you than Sis any day."
"Don't let Janet hear you say that," Sandra chuckled.
"I already did," Janet called from across the room.
She stepped out into the open from the shadows, where she'd been watching the whole time. And those invisible wires jerked at Eric again, pulling him upright with their shock force.
"I-I was just telling Mom what I thought she wanted to hear, Sis," the boy clumsily said, trying to explain his way out of the corner into which he'd painted himself. "Didn't really mean it."
"You didn't, huh? Why, you little weasel," his mother hissed. But a sly smile was playing with the corners of her mouth. Eric, though, was too much on the defensive to notice it.
"Well, how about this, Mom?" Janet said to Sandra, thoroughly aware that her mother was putting Eric on, just as she was. "Looks like baby brother can't make up his mind which of us is the best piece of ass. Maybe we ought to put him to the test and force him to decide."
"Why not?" Sandra readily agreed. "Just hope he's got the balls to get practically raped by his mother and sister at the same time."
"We'll find out soon enough, won't we, Mom?" Janet laughed.
"Absolutely!"
And with Sandra and Janet closing in on him, Eric finally realized just how completely he'd been set up. Somehow, though, he didn't seemed to mind being turned into a stud service for his mother and sister.