Young Nancy sat dejectedly in her cabin, working out the pieces of a difficult jig-saw puzzle. When they were in the city it was her favorite past time to do the hardest ones she could find. This one was all red, and she had brought it along to the country for just such an emergency. She found when she was particularly upset about something that working on the monotone pieces of a puzzle would help her get her thoughts together. There was a lot to think about too, since she had been with Gramps down at the old cabins, and afterward witnessed him naked with Aunt Tricia! Two days had elapsed and she hadn't seen anything of Gramps since then! He had gone off on what he told everyone was a fishing trip, but which Nancy suspected was just an attempt to get away from her! She fumed with jealousy over Aunt Tricia… If only she could have gotten him to feel that way about her! She would have to think of something to do about that when he returned the following day… There wasn't much time… it was already Wednesday and they were all due to go home on Sunday evening.
She would have to work fast if she wanted to accomplish her goal by Sunday!
She tried to put everything that had happened together in her head in much the same way she was working the puzzle… and suddenly she hit upon something that she thought could be of use to her.
When she had returned to her cabin after watching Tricia and Gramps the other night, she'd paused outside her parents cabin as she usually did to see if they were up to anything interesting. She was just in time to witness her father's ejaculation into her mother's wide stretched mouth. Afterward she had seen her mother crying as her daddy fell asleep. Her mother had lain on the floor sobbing before moving her hands down between her legs to assuage her own desires… much as Nancy herself had done in the woods! It didn't take much for Nancy to figure out that her mother was in a similar position. She wanted to be made love to! And Nancy knew why her daddy didn't feel like it… he was too busy thinking about fucking Grandma!
She remembered how she was to blame for that… having rigged Uncle Ike's video to see what would happen.
"Uncle Ike!" she exclaimed out loud.
She fitted the last piece in her puzzle together, and said, "That's it! He ought to do it!"
John kissed Carrie lightly on the cheek. He had just returned from his sportfishing trip and be felt even worse than when he'd left. He avoided his wife's eyes, and she didn't press the issue. Both of them had a lot to hide… Carrie had been having a hard time not making suggestive remarks to Jamie and although nothing had happened as yet, she was hoping something would. She was so busy with these thoughts that she paid little attention to the fact that Tricia was acting strangely… Everyone was a little strange anyway, and she trusted John enough not to imagine that anything had happened between them. But what about herself? She couldn't even trust herself!
She had asked her son Jamie to meet her that very afternoon in her private sitting room, to "settle everything"… and she was hoping that she could get rid of John so he wouldn't find out.
"You're back earlier than I thought," she said. It was early afternoon, and she was still wearing her lounging robe. She was having trouble sleeping at nights, and consequently slept later and later each morning to compensate for it. Her blonde hair was pinned up in a becoming upsweep, and her silk robe clung to her, emphasizing all the right lines of her body.
"Yeah… no fun fishing alone!" he mumbled in reply. "Besides they're all full of mercury anyway… can't eat 'em!"
John was aware of the public broadcasts stating that most fish were safe to eat, but that some of the larger ones weren't. That just made him not trust any of them. If the big ones weren't safe, why should he take chances on eating the little ones?
"What's the world coming to?" Carrie said. They were sitting in the big livingroom, and Carrie looked out the window over the rolling hills that made up the grounds of "Livingstons."
"Well, at least we've got a little bit of land of our own, John… If we can just take care of it the right way… use natural fertilizers, even serve our own organic food without any chemical sprays on it… We'll make out OK…" Carrie was looking toward the future… if she could just persuade Jamie to give up that awful advertising job of his in New York and to come back home where he belonged… they would have the best resort in the country… and the best place to live too! She was planning to talk to him about this very thing that afternoon… and her talk with John was serving as a practice session.
"Yeah… but we can't educate the whole world, Carrie," John replied. He was tired. Everything looked bleak to him. If he couldn't control his own family situation, his own demanding sexual appetites… how could he hope to influence anyone else?
"How's it been while I've been gone?" he asked.
"Quiet," Carrie answered. "Too quiet if you ask me. John… I think this whole idea of a reunion was a big mistake… we should have just had each couple up here separately… no one's getting along and…"
"Well obviously it was a mistake!" John growled. "But you're the one who made them all stay the last week instead of leaving when they wanted to! Now we'll just have to get through the next few days as best we can… won't we?"
Carrie was silent. She hadn't meant to arouse her husband's anger, and now it was to her advantage to remain silent. What was he planning on doing that afternoon, she wondered!
As if in answer to her thoughts, John suddenly rose and declared, "I'm going down to the bar. Those workmen are going to be here next week and I want to get it all set for them. Get Bonnie to make me some sandwiches… think I'll spend most of the day down there."
"Oh, that's a good idea, honey!" Carrie said. They were planning to have a big discotheque the next season, and there was much to be done to the large building that presently served as primarily a bar and dining room. "Bonnie's not coming until the week-end… but I'll make them for you myself, darling!" Carrie said, starting out toward the kitchen. She had told the young girl who often worked as their maid to come that week-end only, when she was planning several sumptuous meals. Meanwhile, the family could manage on their own.
She prepared two hearty roastbeef sandwiches on rye bread for her husband… humming as she worked. She added mayonnaise, pickle and onions and wrapped them up in saran-wrap. She was sure that Jamie would see things her way this time… and then she would have him back… forever!
A few hours later, Carrie sat propped up on her chaise longue with big expensively embroidered pillows behind her. She was secure in the knowledge that she would be alone with her son long enough at least to convince him that she needed him at home more than he was needed in New York.
When he entered her sitting room, Jamie once more felt himself getting annoyed, just by looking around at the way his mother had decorated. He hated her pretensions to glamour, and the large airy room reeked of it!
"Jamie!" she said, reaching her arms out toward him as she had seen so many movie heroines do before her! "Darling… come in… sit down!"
"Hello mother…" Jamie said. He carefully took the seat across from his mother, rather than the one directly next to the chaise.
"What am I doing here anyway?" he asked himself.
Before him on the low cocktail table were placed the makings for his favorite kind of martinis. A full bottle of Beefeater's Gin gleamed in the afternoon light, and the mixing pitcher stood ready.
Carrie leaned forward and began to prepare them. As she did, the slightly elasticized neckline of her pheasant blouse expanded enough so that it was clear to her son that she was not wearing a bra. He found himself bridling and sitting back stiffly in his seat.
Would he never get used to her? His mind reached back to all the times when as a boy, his mother had shocked him… fascinated him… taunted him with her strange attitudes, so much unlike other mothers.
Carrie handed him the frosty drink she'd prepared, and noticing her son's reaction, sat back demurely so that her breasts would not show.
"Oh, Jamie…" she began breathlessly. "I'm so glad you agreed to have this little chat…"
"Oh, Christ!" Jamie thought.
"Darling… I'll get right to the point. I know you like that…" Carrie was trying to use all her feminine intuition to win her son over. "I want to make you a proposition. I think we've all been under considerable strain recently… and I'd like to offer you my thoughts on at least one of the reasons why…"
Jamie knocked back the first martini. He maintained a neutral expression and purposefully said nothing, waiting for her to continue speaking. Meanwhile he looked her over carefully. Why did he have to be the one stuck with a mother like her… why couldn't he have had just a simple little old lady in a rocking chair? She was still beautiful, he thought… more beautiful than ever if anything! He was plunged into despair by her continuing youth. An ageless quality surrounded her that made him suspect that she was something kin to a witch.
He poured himself another stiff martini and cursed under his breath when he realized what his mother was getting at.
"And we need you…" she was saying. "This place is much too big for just the two of us to handle… and you know you can't trust anyone who works for you… its got to be someone in the family! You don't look happy, Jamie… I know you're not happy living there in New York… It's dog eat dog all the way… why you ever chose the advertising business I'll never know… and it's hurting Susan and poor little Nancy… Jamie, you've got to think of your family." She took a dainty sip of her martini and continued, her pearly lips glistening with the alcoholic liquid. "Now you and I both know that the only reason we had that little… uh, occurrence… the other day… was because we're not really ourselves… We've got to get ourselves together Jamie… and this is the way to do it. You can have your own house… John and I won't interfere with your family in any way… but Jamie… for heavens sake come back to Livingston's!"
"Fuck off, Mom!" Jamie glared angrily at his mother.
Carrie sat up abruptly. "Don't you dare talk to your mother like that!" Carrie exclaimed, the tendons of her neck standing out from the strain.
"Don't tell me you've never heard the word, 'fuck' before!" Jamie continued. His brain was whirring, he'd downed those drinks too fast. He'd intended to keep cool, and now it was too late… they were smack in the midst of a lulu of a fight!
Carrie jumped from her chaise and landed a resounding smack on Jamie's cheek. Jamie responded by grabbing hold of her hand and holding it so hard that Carrie began to shake.
"You bitch!" he yelled, stepping around the table and grabbing her by the arms. "You have the nerve to sit there like some prim little school girl and pretend that nothing much really happened between us… Well damn it, let me remind you… that you were fucked by your little baby boy… That's right, Mom… Not content with your own daughter's husband, you added me to your list!" Jamie was livid, his face had turned a deep scarlet and his eyes were mere slits of passion.
"And let me remind you my dear…" Carrie said levelly, staring up into her son's angry face. "That you crawled up and… as you so lewdly put it, fucked me from behind. I didn't ask you to after all!"
"Same ass!" Jamie yelled, pulling her closer to him.
"You screwing that creep Ike right there in front of me… and that obscene tape of you two right there on the TV screen! What do you think I'm made of!"
"I know what you're made of!" Carrie said defiantly, even though Jamie's fingers were hurting her arms… holding her so tightly she could feel the blood circulation being cut off. "I'm your mother remember?"
"You…!" Jamie's words were stopped by his mother's lips. Almost without thinking she kissed the taut lips that were about to curse her.
While it was happening, Jamie knew that he had lost again. His mother was too strong for him, and he was weak… much too weak!
John got thirsty and decided to go up to the house and get a beer to have with his sandwiches. He was pleased to have been able to spend the day alone, even though he knew that the various members of his family were about somewhere. He had spied Ike down by the swimming pool with Tricia and had steered clear of them. He had already messed with his daughter's life quite enough… and besides, he just couldn't stand the sight of her with her husband. It was much too painful.
He was just hoping that he could coast on in without further incidents until Sunday when they would all be gone.
The big house was quiet when he entered the kitchen. He was sweating from the effort of moving tables and chairs about in the bar, and cold can of Bud tasted just right to him. He stood in the bright sunny kitchen, gulping down the cold liquid. For the first time in several days, he was beginning to feel in control of himself. It felt good to be wearing his old overalls again, and he realized that he was really most comfortable wearing work clothes. He decided that he wouldn't wear anything else for the duration of his families stay, no matter what Carrie said. She could dress however she wanted, but he was going to stick with his plain old clothes. The frosty can made his hand cool, and John looked down at it. It was a strong, working man's hand… a good hand, he thought.
In this calm frame of mind, John decided to pay his wife a visit. He was sorry that he hadn't been more friendly to her earlier in the day and wanted to apologize.
He walked down the hall and turned right in the direction of the new wing he had had built especially for Carrie. Before he got there he heard the noises. But he told himself that he had to be imagining it. It didn't seem possible that such sounds would be coming from Carrie's sitting room!
"Oooh honey… honey… oh Jamie!"
When John heard his son's name, he knew instantly that he was not imagining things… and he knew just what was going on in there.
He cautiously opened the door just a few inches and peered in. The shades had been pulled and the room was dimly lit. "Thought to pull the shades, but not to lock the door!" John muttered to himself, casting his eyes about the sitting room. There was no one there.
"Oooooooooooooooooh!!"
The familiar sound of his wife's voice was coming from the bedroom, and John gravitated toward it. He didn't know what he was going to do once he got there… but by God, he knew he was going to do something!
"Nnnnnnnnngh!" Carrie grunted and ground her hotly flaring pussy upward to meet her son's madly plunging cock… letting it strike wondrously against the spongy surface of her cervix, high, high inside her tight, hungrily milking pussy. The swollen pulsating head filled her streaming cunt creating wet rhythmic sluicing sounds that filled the whole room. Above them their mirror image echoed their passion, showing in minute detail each incestuous caress.
"Oh kiss me, darling… kiss me! Oh, my own baby boy… my own little love… I love you, mommy loves you so much!"
John had a good view of his grown son's thrusting buttocks… his heavy balls hung down and swung into Carrie's widespread crotch with each powerful blow. He could also see Carrie's tight pink cunt clasping hard around Jamie's cock. With each blow it would sink in with smooth resistance, making him grunt loudly.
"Momma momma!" he cried out… "Oh God momma your sweet cunt… oh God!"
John thought at first that he would kill him… kill his own son! How could he tolerate what was going on? IT WAS HORRIBLE! And the idea that his wife would betray him to such an extent was even more than he could bear. He stood watching, transfixed by the lewd sight before him, frozen by his mixed emotions… every muscle in his body tensed with anguish. The couple on the bed continued their wild gyrations, completely oblivious to anything else in the luxurious room but themselves. The silk coverlet of the round bed was crushed and stained beyond repair, and there were various articles of apparel strewn around the room on the thick white rug.
Jamie kneeled up, holding his mother's long beautiful legs out straight as though he were handling a wheelbarrow. His thick cock plunged in to the hilt, and thudded against the farthest end of her open, voraciously willing pussy.
"OH don't you see honey… this is what I want what I need… we both need it! Uuuuuuuubnngh!" Carrie's eyes rolled back up into her head as she was transported to the heights of ecstasy by her son's pounding rock-hard young cock. Her legs trembled from being held in such an unnatural position, but the hair-fringed center down between her thighs was receiving so much pleasure that it didn't natter. Nothing mattered but getting more and more of her son's thick cock inside her wantonly contracting pussy!
Jamie turned his mother over, so that she was on her side. He felt the wonderful large swellings of her breasts, full and taut, smashed against his chest. Her mouth was on his, her hair in his eyes. Her entire body was a part of him… an extension the scent of her… the soft feel of her… the highly aroused, almost unbelievably divine cunt that sucked like a starving mouth upon his prick!
"Christ," he thought… "she's right… This has been what I've been waiting all this time for!"
"Oh yes, Jamie… she said into his mouth… give in to it… give in… love it… feel it… it's good!"
Jamie lifted his mother's leg over his hip so that she was straddling his loins from above, and skewered his pusling rod high up inside her moistly working vaginal slit. He was reminded of her voice when she would try to get him to eat something when he was a boy… it was much the same, really… only this time he was enjoying doing as he was told, enjoying turning his mother into a whimpering mass of passion!
"Oh momma!"
John was moving toward them, the same odd expression on his face. There was only one thing for him to do… only one thing that would let him save face… that would make the situation tolerable. He couldn't blame Carrie… not when he himself had broken his promise to her!
His heavy thick veined cock stuck out through the unbuttoned opening of his work-pants, and he moved forward as though he were walking underwater, slow enough so that he might be discovered and stopped, if only either his wife or his son would notice him.
But neither one opened an eye, and in a few moments John was contemplating his wife's long hollowing back and silken buttocks as they twisted and turned with each long upward lunge of his son, Jamie's cock. The whitely quivering buttocks were parted and the long nether crack between her pale cheeks widened and narrowed according to the tensing and untensing of her desperately straining thighs. John could catch glimpses of the wetly glistening cock of his young son as it entered the pink fluted lips of Carrie's cunt. Above, the tight, puckered little ring of her naked anus appeared and disappeared like a tiny brown rose bud.
He went straight for it.
"Aaaaaaaaargh!" Carrie was forceably flattened down against her son's chest… even closer than she had been before. All along her back she could feel the rough material of her husband's overalls, scraping harshly against her skin. But most urgently, she felt as though something like a telephone pole had been shoved into her rectum. There was no preparation, nothing to warn her that anything like this was about to happen, and although in her youth Carrie had experimented with this form of lovemaking, it had been a long time and the pain in her rear-end was atrocious, not to mention the shock of being entered there so brutally while in the midst of making love with her son!
"What the???" Jamie looked up at his mother's scream and saw over her shoulder the intensely scowling features of his father. His blood ran cold as he felt his father's hands reaching across and around his mother's trembling body to grasp him by the arms.
"You keep fucking! You want to fuck your mother… well go on but don't think you're gonna keep your old man out completely!"
"But Dad… I… Dad!" John's fingers dug into his son's flesh and he held him with his strong iron-like grip, pulling him in toward the woman they both loved. His giant cock was receiving a tight, futilely resisting squeezing from Carrie's rectal muscles, and now as he pulled against his son, he could feel through the thin partition between his wife's rectum and vagina, the surging, throbbing mass of young Jamie's cock.
He grunted and pushed hard, and Carrie screamed out in agony and anger. "John get away… get away from me!"
"Shut up, you cunt!" John cried, "You're getting just want you want… just what you deserve!"
The two enormous battering rams began a fierce in and out thrusting in each of the defensively clenched holes between her legs and Carrie tried to flail out in an effort to protect herself. But she couldn't completely forget the enjoyment of the huge fleshy pole imbedded deep up in her vagina, and her dilated pussy was still in a state of moistly defensive response. The bitter sweet feeling of what was now an unwanted desire filled her, even though there was a raging tearing pain in her anus. She began to moan as each thrust forward by her angry husband sent her slamming into Jamie's well built body, forcing his long, excitedly throbbing prick that much further up inside her wetly seeping vagina. Then she would go ricocheting back, finding her soft yielding buttocks being entered to a deeper and deeper degree by the steadily pushing cock behind her! Her back passage involuntarily sucked against her husband's cruelly pushing penis, and John never stopped humping himself forward into the moist hairless split for a second. The relentlessly burrowing head stretched the small opening wide beyond all endurance, forcing and twisting, spiraling upward with an unstoppable, driving insistent force.
She jerked forward in pain as the two thick poles seemed to meet deep up inside her wide stretched belly. The two blunt tipped instruments of masculinity were actually rubbing against each other in there! She had done some pretty wild things in her time, but never, she thought… NEVER anything remotely resembling this dual fucking she was getting. There was no getting away from it either… it was clear that John was not going to let Jamie stop… and Jamie showed no signs of wanting to now anyway! She could feel her son's smooth flat belly pressing into hers as he strained forward hooking his giant cock forward and ever upward into the hair-lined lips of her cunt. Her thighs were wide apart and she still lay on her side while behind her the rough denim of John's pants created an unbearable friction along the smoothly jiggling skin of her buttocks. She was impaled brutally from both sides! Her clitoris rubbed hotly against the sliding base of Jamie's prick starting a new sensation that mingled with the pain in her backside and the pleasure in her hungrily grasping pussy walls. She thought she was going crazy!
Carrie screamed over and over, until Jamie's tongue suddenly found its way back into her open mouth, stifling her cries by swirling round and round inside it. For a second she got so dizzy she thought she would faint, and then she felt a strange exhilaration. SUDDENLY SHE REALIZED THAT SHE WAS COMPLETELY FILLED UP BETWEEN HER LEGS. EVERY BIT OF HER WAS FILLED BY WONDERFUL HARD MALE FLESH! THE TWO MEN THAT SHE LOVED MOST IN THE WORLD WERE MAKING LOVE TO HER! SHE HAD NEVER BEEN SO TOTALLY POSSESSED IN HER LIFE!
Deep inside her cock besieged pussy a spark grew and doubled itself. With each hard back thrust she made with her body, her voraciously clinging anal passage massaged her husband's cock with unprecedented force.
"OH JESUS!" John cried.
Frantically Carrie caught hold of her son's hair, pulling at the pale blonde hair that looked so like her own. Her head was flung back, her mouth gaping wide with a thin trail of moisture slipping from between her lips. Jamie plowed into her, slamming his hips up against her with a vicious strength made all the more impelling by his father's clenched fingers upon his arms. He was starting to cum and it was barreling up out of his exploding testicles like a freight train. There was nothing that he could do to stop it! Suddenly his prick was spurting thick hot jets of semen directly up into his mother's warmly welcoming vagina. Her long blonde hair moved from side to side, covering first her son's face below and then her husband's face behind her with golden swirling curls. She herself let forth a stream of obscene words… the only ones that would express what she was feeling as the softness of her nakedy writhing body was smashed helplessly between the two nakedly fucking men.
"Ooooooooooarrrhhgh!" she cried, "Oh give me your cum, baby… give it to meeeeeeeeee!"
Both Jamie and John seemed totally overwhelmed by Carrie's response, and they began to squeeze and finger her sweat-glistening flesh, grappling with her quivering breasts, her desperately jerking buttocks, her hotly seeping pussy until she too began to emit the shrill, animal-like cries of orgasm.
"I'm cumming you bastards… I'm cumming!" she shrieked.
Her anal muscles contracted wildly around John's cock and as his balls gave one last smack against the underside of her buttocks he released his cum in hot waves of thickness into the burning channel of his wife's bowels. Jamie continued to grind against her spasm filled body, his hardened cock impaling her from the front, while his father's jerked deep up into her from behind.
Carrie could feel two pools of hot liquid bubbling lewdly around up inside her. And the thought that the two hard spurting cocks inside her belonged to her own son, Jamie, and to her husband, John, sent a delicious shiver of perversed delight rippling through her widespread genitals.
"Oh darlings…" she gasped… feeling a new orgasm approaching. "More…mooooooore! Stuff me, fill me, kill me with your two beautiful cocks!"