"God, I'd really like to throw it to her!" Ike woke up in Cabin One feeling horney as hell. Beside him, his wife, Tricia slumbered on. He contemplated her blonde curls and the shapely curve of her hips beneath the covers, and after considering it for awhile decided against waking her. Three days had passed since their arrival at "Livingstons" and they had been three of the strangest days that Ike had ever known.
He was unable to get his mother-in-law out of his mind. Ever since that incredible night when he'd felt her up out on the back porch… What a sweet wet pussy! He'd been feeling utterly confused about what to do next. Carrie herself seemed to treat him as though nothing had ever happened, and the couple of times he had dared allude to their porch interlude, she had acted as though she really didn't know what he was talking about.
But she had to remember!!! The way she was carrying on! The way his fingers had fucked hard up into her naked pussy, and he'd felt her whole body trembling around them… Just the thought of it now was almost enough to make him cum!
Tricia had been spending a lot of time with her father which was fine with him… kept her off his back, but each night he had continued filming her on the video tape machine. He recalled how the night before she had tearfully protested that if he continued to mortify her this way, she would "tell Daddy!" That would be the day! Ike wondered if he should play back last night's scenes now, and then make it with Tricia again… but then he thought better of it. What he needed was something different… something spicy… something like Carrie… his mother-in-law!
He got up and put on a bathing suit and after gathering together his portable video tape recorder, lugged it down to the pool. It was still fairly early and no one seemed to be stirring. After plugging the set into an outlet in one of the dressing rooms, he set it up poolside, and then proceeded to film himself taking more and more elaborate dives from the low diving board into the clear blue water of the pool.
That afternoon Carrie lay down on her fur covered chaise with a magazine. She sighed. She was glad everyone had gone on the picnic. It gave her some much needed time to herself. Even though she hadn't been showing it, her nerves felt more than a little frayed. The presence of so many members of the family, all at one time could be wearing, she decided. Of course, she knew that it was really more than that. It was what she had allowed to happen out there with Ike, the very first night they'd come! But she tried not to think about that. It didn't seem possible that she had been that woman on the porch, groaning out her lust at each of her son-in-law's deft touches!
A hot flush enveloped her as she recalled it, and once more she tried to send the memory to the farthest reaches of her mind. She flipped the pages rapidly, scanning the interminable ads in the high fashion magazine. Ordinarily she would be looking for ideas for clothes, but now she, without even realizing it, hardly noticed what she was looking at. The thing to do was not to panic. If she had done something wrong… and certainly, she had… the best thing for all concerned would be to keep a level head. She must not ruin her daughter's life… much less her own, by acting stupidly. After all, what was really so awful about what she and Ike had done?? If it had been any ordinary man she would still be feeling the tiny delicious pangs of guilt about being untrue to John. She would just have to get over feeling so terrible just because this man was her own young 18-year-old daughter's husband! It would never happen again… after all… and if it hadn't been for Jamie saying those ghastly things to her, she wouldn't have drunk all that champagne…!
She flicked on the FM radio beside her and putting down the magazine, lay her head back on the chaise, stretching out her feet and taking a deep breath to relax the way Gloria Swanson said she did on TV. She decided to enjoy the soft music and to let it float over her as she lay there in her cream colored silk pants suit. Her matching mules eventually slipped from her feet, revealing her pearl-painted toenails, and Carrie was asleep. Therefore she was totally unprepared for the knock that came on the door to her private bedroom a few moments later.
"What…? Who… is it?" She jumped up, completely forgetting what time of day it was, or the circumstances of her nap.
"It's me…" a masculine voice said, and she had opened the door dazedly before realizing exactly who the familiar voice belonged to. The cobwebs of her dreams drifted away and in a sleepy voice she found herself face to face with her son-in-law.
Ike closed the door behind him, stepping into the room with all his equipment.
"But…" Carrie was speechless.
"I told them all I had a belly-ache…" Ike explained, already looking around for a place to set up his machine. "Ah… there!!" he cried, moving hurriedly past the older woman and walking into the sumptuous room.
"Quite a joint you got here, Carrie," he said, whistling. "I've never been back here before!" He had decided that he had to see her… had to have some kind of communication with this fascinating woman. He had to at least make her admit to him that she remembered what had taken place between them! He brought along the tapes he had made of himself at the swimming pool and put them in the machine.
Carrie regained some of her composure, but still she felt somehow terribly vulnerable being alone with her head-strong son-in-law. She would have to get him to leave right away… or at least as soon as possible! He seemed to want to show her some kind of "plaything gadget", so she decided she would go along with that, and then firmly show him the door! He had a lot of nerve barging in on her like this! At the same time she was a trifle flattered that he had done it… it reminded her of the way Giuliano, her old lover, would surprise her…
"Come on over here, Carrie…!" Ike interrupted the pleasant turn of his mother-in-law's thoughts. As she walked toward him he couldn't help noticing her voluptuous, twenty-five-year-old figure so elegantly clothed in her pant suit. He liked her hair too… It was pale blonde and straight, unlike Tricia's curls… and hung at a wonderful angle for her finely chiseled features. He had seen many young girls who had had their hair cut this way, but on not one of them had it looked so good as it did on Carrie Livingston.
"Sit down," he told her, when he noticed she was returning his frank gaze with an expression of annoyance. "Get a look at this… ever seen one of these…??"
The thought flickered through her mind that her young son-in-law might be trying to sell her this machine. It looked like a pretty ordinary TV set to her so far and her expression betrayed the thought that she just wished he would leave. But after a few seconds she saw that the figure diving from the board was Ike… and that the pool was her swimming pool!
"Why, it's wonderful, Ike…" she expressed in surprised amazement.
"What'd I tell you?" Ike said beaming, and taking in the soft swell of her breasts beneath the clinging material of her top.
They watched the scenes for some time, and then Ike got up and put in another which showed the whole family leaving for the picnic. Carrie was much more relaxed and frankly enjoying the video machine. She had not failed to notice either, the exquisite proportions of the younger man's physique. He looked magnificent in his trunks! If only she were younger… and he weren't her son-in-law… and… she stopped thinking… there were entirely too many "ifs"!
After a while Carrie got up and went to the well-stocked bar by the window. She came back holding two glasses of sparkling burgundy. The liquid bubbled up frothily and Carrie felt herself forgetting some of her "ifs" as Ike sought to make himself more and more charming. Carrie brought the bottle over to the low table in front of the chaise where they were sitting, and before she realized it, it was empty. The same kind of camaraderie that they had shared that first evening after dinner, sprang up between them now, as Ike hastened to open another bottle while telling her another slightly off-color story.
"You know, Ike…" she told him, "you're a diamond in the rough… you remind me a little bit of John…"
"Oh, yeah? That's the first time a woman had told me I remind her of her husband!!" Ike roared with laughter, and then there was a slight pause as they both momentarily remembered just what their relationship to each other was!
Ike's features clouded over, and Carrie could see a familiar expression of aching desire on his face. She quickly turned her eyes away, but not before there had been a moment of recognition between them. Just the kind of recognition that Ike had been seeking.
"Have you been thinking about it…?" Ike asked suddenly and pointedly.
"Ike… I think you've got to leave now…" Carrie kept her face turned from him. "Just go… you've got to go!"
"No…" Ike said, and then added, "I won't go until you tell me what you've been thinking…"
Carrie turned to him angrily. "I have no intention of telling you anything of the sort!" In front of them the scenes of Ike diving and re-diving off the board were playing again.
When Ike took her in his arms, Carrie had a definite feeling of deja-vu. It was just like before… only this time… "Oh, God," she thought… "This time I want it more… much more!" She felt the moisture of her hidden pussy increase two-fold as with a sudden weakness she let him hold her, and then kiss her. A raging fire built up higher and higher, and with a rush she knew that she was going to go all the way. There was no way she could stop him when she knew that she didn't want to!
"It… it's going to happen!" she gasped, when he finally released her. And then she moaned passionately as he began to kiss her all over, her breasts, her stomach, her thighs… pressing his lips to the smooth shiny material of her clothing, wetting it so that she could feel the warmth of his mouth on her skin.
"Yes…" was all that Ike could say. "Yes!"
Nancy doubled back from the picnic shortly after it began. She couldn't think of anything more boring! She was really slightly peeved because her mother and father hadn't made love since that night she had spied on them. Every night since they had gone to bed barely speaking to each other and that was it! What a drag! She decided to leave and go back to the house to talk with Grandma! She had a feeling that if she asked Grandma questions she would give her some real answers! She recalled the nifty dress the older woman had worn at their first dinner, and Nancy felt really proud to have a grandmother who wasn't off sitting in a rocker somewhere!
It was a long walk back to "Livingstons", but she didn't mind… it was a beautiful day and the countryside was lovely. Her tanned legs felt good as she walked along, and it seemed that she could feel each and every muscle in them. She played a game with herself, "feeling" each part of her body in the same mental way, and when she got to her tiny pussy, where the beginning sprouts of tiny fuzzy hairs were just becoming visible, she experienced a definite sensation of pleasure. By contracting her muscles there, she could make the pleasure even more intense! By squeezing her legs together there, just the slightest bit, it felt even better! It made her want to touch herself… and she decided that as soon as she was indoors again, or at least some place where no one could see her, that she would!
She went up to the house right away, looking for her grandmother, but she couldn't find her anywhere. Then she remembered that there was a new wing, and in it was Grandma's new bedroom. She had heard about it, but no one had shown it to her yet! She went down the hall and turned right, and was about to knock on the door when she heard sounds that warned her she shouldn't.
"Ooooohhhh!" and then "AAAaaoomm!"
It sounded very familiar, except this time it wasn't her mother's voice… but her father's mother's… grandma's!!! Without a second's hesitation she bent down to look through the keyhole, but found that she couldn't see a thing inside. Quickly she ran outside and around the back of the house, her young legs pumping as fast as they could. It didn't take her long to find the window, and she pulled a packing box over and stood up on it. Peering in, she could see her grandmother's big circular bed in the middle of the room, aglow with the warm lamp-light that flooded it from all directions. Nancy's heart skipped a beat! Just a few feet away from her lay her beautiful grandmother, completely nude, her lithe body stretched out languidly on the huge bed. She gulped and stared bug-eyed as she saw the entire scene in its minutest details.
Carrie's head was lolling back and forth, her normally composed features contorted in a way that Nancy had never seen. And there on the floor, as naked as the day he was born, kneeled her Uncle Ike, his lips running moistly up and down the woman's exquisitely proportioned body. Nancy could see wet traces along her cream-like skin where his tongue had lovingly passed. Her large heaving breasts trembled and the nipples stood up high and hard as his mouth sucked on them. Then he began to move downwards along the gentle slopes of her torso and quivering belly and hotly, his tongue flicked out along her stomach and then down toward her inner thighs. Carrie writhed beneath his oral caresses with mindless passion as her hands clung tightly to his hair, pulling him hungrily forward toward her soft glistening pussy.
Nancy leaned forward, holding onto the window sill for dear life. Her grandmother sure was going to answer a few questions for her! She knew she ought to leave, but she was hypnotized by the obscene spectacle going on before her. She had to watch!
Ike had gotten his mother-in-law so excited that now she lay back, her mouth wide open, her lust glazed eyes staring into nothingness. Now Ike positioned himself between her long thighs, his face within moments of touching her soft curling pubic hair. Carrie's belly rose rapidly up and down, trembling slightly in anticipation as Ike's hands pressed outward against her belly, the thumbs dropping below into the pelt of her already moist pussy. Nancy wet her lips as she watched Ike's fingers separate the outer lips of her grandmother's glistening vagina. The soft and cushiony hair-lined flesh spread slowly apart exposing the moist coral pink interior of her sensitive pussy, from the small budding tip of her clitoris to the throbbing entrance of her vaginal canal.
Nancy gulped down her shock when her uncle's head dropped down and his long lashing tongue slipped out to graze against the upright little nub of nerves at the very top of her visibly glistening cunt. Carrie's entire body executed a little jerky motion as she felt this searing contact down between her open thighs. Her long tapered legs flexed upward and she clamped them together around her son-in-law's head, letting the soft inner skin of her full thighs imprison his face in a soft fleshy trap. Her hips started a slow up and down motion to meet his hotly flicking tongue. Tiny groans of pleasure escaped her parted lips as she began to rock herself up and down in a startling fit of sexual agony.
Nancy's mouth fell open. Never had she dreamed of such a thing happening and almost as soon as the thought flashed across her brain she saw her Uncle lift his head from his slave-like position over Carrie's visibly pulsating vagina. What was happening, she thought. Uncle Ike seemed to be saying something and although Nancy thought it a strange time to start a conversation, she strained to hear what was being said.
"Oh, no… we mustn't, Ike… we can't… it isn't right… it just isn't right…"
"But you want me to, don't you…" Ike questioned her. "Don't you?" and to punctuate his remark, he lifted up and shifted his hips until the length of his hard, throbbing penis was pressed snugly between the moistly spread lips of her pussy, its smooth rubbery head caught in the soft cleft of her rhythmically contracting buttocks, and he ground gently against her.
"… yes… yes, damn you, yes!… fuck me… fuck me now!" Carrie surrendered beneath him, the young boy's hotly teasing maleness pressed between her cunt lips becoming too much for her to bear.
The violent obscene language of her father's mother shocked Nancy so that her attention was diverted from the naked couple on the bed and for the first time she noticed the strange looking camera that was setup on a tripod a few feet away from the bed and from the way it looked even she could tell it was taking some kind of pictures of what was going on. She would have to find out all she could about whatever it was!
She watched as Carrie's hand shot out and grasped her daughter's young husband's huge swollen prick, sliding the foreskin back and gently guiding the ruby red tip to the moist, waiting mouth of her vagina. Suddenly, Ike jerked his hips forward and plunged into her, driving his cock with a force he seemed unable to control. The warm moist, velvety sleeve of her pussy gripping his shaft in a smooth, wet resistance that caused him to grunt loudly as Carrie moaned out her delight.
"Yyyeeeesssss…" she hissed as he began to fill her with quick, long thrusts into her waiting vagina, quick urgent thrusts until at last she felt his rubbery tip ram into her cervix and his balls swat hard down into the soft cleft between the widespread cheeks of her tightly clenched ass. Beneath him, Ike felt his youthful mother-in-law begin to writhe and buck. She groaned and her cunt began to squeeze voraciously like another mouth all along the full length of his plunging cock, her desire-hardened nipples digging into his chest as her thighs clamped and unclamped at his hips and she worked up and down establishing the rhythm that was to continue for some time.
Without her even realizing, Nancy's small hand had slipped down between her legs. The shorts she wore left ample room for her fingers to fit up along her thigh and then beneath the elastic of her cotton panties. Instinctively her middle finger rubbed the tiny cleft of flesh pillowed within her as yet almost hairless little pussy. The tips of her pubescent breasts, that would one day flower into bloom, grew red and swollen as the first flashes of desire sped through her child's body. She quickly found the right way to rub back and forth and as the tiny area grew wetter and wetter, her finger slipped down to the miniscule vaginal entrance. She had not even been aware of its presence before! But now its existence was clearly demonstrated to her by her grandmother's wildly carnal display! She was thrilled with her discovery that there were so many different ways that grownups amused themselves… she had assumed that what she had witnessed between her mother and father was standard procedure. Apparently not!
Her virgin pussy responded with delight to the flood of sensation created by Nancy's slippery fingertips and she struggled to continue watching her elders while letting the wonderful feelings run through her! What she had been missing all this time!!!
"Oh… oh yes, oh, my love… oh Ike!!!" Carrie cried shamelessly. She was in a state of complete and total bliss as she felt Ike's rubbery tipped cock continue its plunder as his thrusts slowed and lengthened, stuffing her trembling pussy without mercy!
Ike felt the older woman begin to exude a kind of frantic aura. Over and over she called his name. Her sharp teeth bit hard into his shoulder, but he hardly felt a thing. She sucked hard on his tongue as though trying to make it her own. Her blonde hair became soft and slick from perspiration and Ike watched this fantastic woman with a sense of amazement.
He realized that he could fall in love with a woman like that… a beautiful, experienced… total woman! She was a far cry from her daughter… even though Tricia was about as good looking as they come… her mother had something else… something more!
He pounded into her with an insane force, driven by the strength of his thought, pulling her up tight against him, feeling her clasping the muscles of her sweet, well-educated cunt around his pistoning cock with even greater force!
Carrie's head lolled back and forth while she emitted low grunting sounds that betrayed the extent of her arousal.
Suddenly she spat out, "Oh honey quick! In my ass! Your finger!!! Put it in the backway!"
Ike felt an overwhelming salacious lust sweep over him at the sound of her coarse entreaty. Those words in a woman's throat almost frightened him and yet he hurried to respond, slipping his fingers underneath her bucking body, searching out the little hot hole of his mother-in-law's rectum. The opening was there beneath his finger, and with a jabbing motion, he felt his middle finger slip in to the second joint!
"Aaaaah…! Aaaaaaaah!" she yelled, and he began to move it in and out faster and faster, all the while fucking into her wide open pussy with frenzied strokes!
He could tell that she was on the verge of cumming, and God knew how he had held out this long! She was a woman possessed as she convulsed beneath his brutal pummeling, tossing her head madly from side to side.
"Oooooooooohhhhhhhhhh oh! Nooooooooow wwwwwwwwww oh let go! Let go! Let me feel you now!!!"
Ike felt his cock bursting apart. It felt like it would fly into a million pieces! He was so far up inside her belly that surely he would never get back out again!! His balls emptied themselves of massive waves of semen as he came and came in conjunction with the woman who mothered his wife! Her breasts heaved against his chest, her eyes rolling far back beneath their lids as her climaxing pussy secreted heated gushes of slippery orgiastic fluid around his still pounding prick.
It was like a rocket ride into outer space and he didn't care if he never came back.
"IIiiieeeeeeeeeee! oh oh my God!!! Ooooommmmhhmm!" Carrie accepted the warm wet flood of his sperm, felt it splash deliciously within her seething cunt, and her orgasm joined his in a mutually stimulating climax.
"Oh… Carrie!" he finally stammered out. She was lying softly beneath him, her belly quivering now beneath his weight. "Oh Jesus! What happened!"
Nancy was so stunned by the fireworks that were going on inside her tiny little cunt, that she almost fell from the box she was standing on. Her first orgasm struck like an exploding firecracker beneath her flying fingers, as the tortured tissue in her tingling pussy finally gave up their hidden charge. It was beautiful… so beautiful that Nancy knew she would never be able to live without feeling it again and again. She was beginning to realize just what it was that made her parents behave the way they did… but she knew that it was only the beginning!