"What happened?" Jane asked her father after Tim tapped on the closet door, signaling that she could come out of hiding. "What took you so long? I could hear a lot of noise from downstairs, but I couldn't make any of it up here."
"Christy was pretty upset about you running off the way you did," Tim answered. "It took a lot for me to calm her down and convince her everything was all right."
"How'd you do that?"
"My secret," Jane's father hedged.
"What are you trying to hide, Dad?" Jane impatiently cut her father off.
Tim tried to deny he was hiding anything, but when Jane searched his face, he nervously looked away.
Jane figured it out. "You fucked her didn't you, Dad? You fucked Christy. Your own granddaughter."
In the face of the truth, Tim admitted, "It seemed like the right thing to do. Christy wanted it so bad. And she's such a beautiful, young girl. I couldn't stop myself from fucking her."
Jane did something she had never done before. She hit her father. Slapped him so hard that the side of his face glowed with redness. "I thought I could trust my own father! Looks like the joke's on me."
Then Jane left, her sense of betrayal adding wings to her feet. Bolting from the house, she resorted to aimless walking, her pattern over the last few weeks whenever life closed in.
"What a world," Jane muttered with disgust as she prowled the streets. "You can't trust anybody – not even your own family."
She went down the list.
"Dad fucking Christy. Christy fucking her father. Christy and Bud…"
Jane interrupted herself with a sigh of self-recognition. For she had reached the point in her incestuous summary when she had to include herself as the worst offender. She had not gotten it on with every member of the family she had named, but had also fucked Ken, her own brother, in the bargain. And most significantly, she had been the one who had started it all.
It was hard for her, but Jane faced up to the facts and changed her tune.
"I'm responsible," she admitted to herself. "I was the first one and didn't stop until I had fucked them all. And never kicked when it was my legs that were spread. I've only got myself to blame."
But now that she had accepted the truth about her actions, Jane suddenly felt free from the guilt she had anticipated. Her response was quite the opposite. Having looked herself straight in the eye, she reacted as though an enormous burden had been lifted from her shoulders.
"I just did what I wanted to do," she pepped herself up, feeling a twinge in her pussy when she recalled all the fucking and sucking in which she had participated with the members of her own family.
Jane had been lingering on a street corner while she sorted things out. Now she stepped up her pace, crossing the intersection and heading in a specific direction. Heading for home.
"Why should I fight it?" she told herself, pressing on. "I am what I am. Things will work out if I just relax and let them. Dad was right. I should just take it easy, and whatever will be, will be. I've got my health, my family… my cunt."
Jane temporarily stopped walking, her hand slipping under her skirt to probe between her thighs. Her cunt was warm and moist to her touch, with her fingertips coming away from the contact sticky with fresh pussy juice.
"Yes, my cunt," Jane sighed, licking the sweetness from her fingers like a child who has just sampled a jelly jar.
She moved along once more, faster now, her wet pussy squishing as she briskly walked. A burning sense of purpose drove her on. Jane sensed that on that lonely street she had finally found herself.
For once, doubt had been driven from Jane's thinking. The key to her salvation was as close as home. Because home meant family. And to Jane, family meant even more then love. It meant sex, fucking, sucking. She needed it to survive – now and forever. She was addicted to incest.
A couple of blocks from home, Jane started running. When she reached the house, she bolted inside. She couldn't wait to get out of her clothes. Her skin prickled with desire as she stripped before a mirror, reveling in her nudity.
She spread her legs before the mirror, admiring the throbbing reflection of her wide-open pussy. Her cunt was so damp, so pink – so primed for a big cock inside it.
Jane confidently went to her son's bedroom. Bud was asleep on his back, snoring lightly. Jane yanked the covers off him and pulled the drawstring of his pajama bottoms. Bud's cock and balls came into view and his mother was panting with lust.
Jane straddled her son's exposed crotch. Easing down, she rubbed Bud's prick with the moist flesh of her drooling twat. Then his stiffened teenage cock was slipping inside her with the guidance of her fingers.
Once Jane had correctly positioned her twat, the penetration of her son's prick was swift and sure. Triumphantly atop Bud, Jane could feel every inch of his dick standing straight up in her pussy. She began grinding her hips.
When Bud woke up, his mother was fucking him.
"What the hell?" the boy sleepily gasped.
"Don't say anything, darling," Jane whispered.
"Just fuck me."
Jane reached down and squeezed her son's nuts for emphasis. Bud's cock reacted with a lurch. Jane swooned as her pussy was stabbed, wiggling her ass.
"I'm so horny I'm coming already!" she moaned. "Fuck me, Bud! Fuck me! Keep me coming!"
"God, Mom, what's got into you?" Bud gulped.
"Just your big dick in my cunt, stud," Jane called down. "That's all you need to knew."
Jane squeezed her son's upright cock from the tip to the root with her hot pussy. Bud's hips had no choice but to churn in response. Fucking back was an automatic reflex to a boy his age when things had gone this far.
"Oooooh, that's it!" Jane groaned, while her son's hard-on pumped her twat. "With you balling me like this, there's only one way I can come. Harder and harder! Maybe not forever, but I can sure as hell can try."
In the meantime, Bud had stopped asking questions. He had screwed his mother many times before, of course, but never had her pussy been so alive. Her cunt had sucked his brains to his crotch so his mind was being fucked as well as his cock.
All of a sudden, Bud Hawthorne wasn't just a teenage boy anymore. He was an animal who was crazed by a bitch in heat. Taking charge, he flipped his mother over, sprawling on top of her. Then he was driving into her, fucking her cunt with his big cock as if the only thing that would satisfy him would be to rip her apart.
"Tear me to pieces!" Jane expressed her approval of Bud's savage behavior. "The rougher the better!"
"Just fucking you is not enough for you, bitch," Bud rasped.
He jammed a couple of fingers up Jane's asshole, clawing with his nails in the tender tunnel. Above, he sank his teeth into one of his mother's tits, drawing the nipples all the way to his throat.
"Yes! Yes!" Jane cried, soaring on the wings of a new orgasm that made her previous coming seem tame.
The bed was so overworked that it legs bounced on the floor. The springs of the mattress squealed like a scalded cat. And Jane howled, as her cunt was dicked with jackhammering force, her ass was fingerfucked, and her tit was bitten. There was a racket that could not be ignored by anybody else in the house.
And, indeed, somebody else was at home.
Christy. Snuggled in bed, she was slumbering in the midst of those sweet dreams she had promised herself after fucking her grandfather. But not for long…
The noise pierced Christy's consciousness. Christy got up as the din continued. She found a weapon and left her bedroom, warily moving toward the noise, not knowing what she would really do if what she actually found was as terrible as it sounded.
Reaching her brother's room, Christy identified it as the source of the commotion. Sucking in her breath, she nudged open the door. When she did, she could pick out two thrashing figures on the squeaking bed. An all-too-familiar voice had become crystal clear.
Christy heard her mother cry, "I'm coming! Coming so hard, Bud!"
There was no longer any mystery about what was going on. Christy immediately recognized that her brother was balling her mother.
Christy adjusted her eyes to the darkness and picked out some of the details. She could see that Jane's legs were clutching Bud's waist while her pistoned his prick in her cunt. Bud's face was buried in his mother's tits, while his fingers dug into her ass.
Christy wasn't sure what she should do. While she tried to make up her mind, she lingered unseen in the doorway as her mother and brother continued to get it on.
"I've been doing all the coming so far," Jane was moaning to her dick-pumping son. "What about you, stud? When will I feel your hot cum in my cunt. Ooooh, my pussy's so thirsty for your hot jizz!"
"When wasn't your pussy thirsty for anybody's jizz?" Bud cockily answered his mother's plea for his cum. "You've got to be the horniest damn woman there is."
"And proud of it!" Jane crowed, "Now, are you going to come in my cunt on your own, or will I have to force the jizz out of your cock?"
"Go right ahead, Mom," Bud responded. "You started this. Let's see you finish it. You do all the work."
"With pleasure!" Jane declared.
She surprised her son with her sudden burst of strength. Jane reared up, forcing Bud back. Then she scrambled on top of him as he toppled, completely switching the fucking positions. The action had moved directly into a path of moonlight pouring through the nearest window, with mother and son bathed in a shimmering glow.
Bud's cock stood straight up now, and his mother was sliding up and down on it. Jane's hands were at the junction of cock and pussy, five fingers clasping Bud's balls, squeezing each nut individually.
Abruptly Bud was gasping with erotic release, while his cock lurched to the hilt up his mother's twat and Jane bore down from above, grinding her hips.
"That's it, stud, give it to me!" Jane moaned from above. "Shoot that cum in my pussy!"
While Bud's prick unloaded in her cunt, Jane kept squeezing her son's nuts, pumping every drop of jism possible out of them. As his cock spurted, Bud groaned from the sweet torture his mother was applying.
Christy was thinking that she might as well go back to her room and leave her mother to do her thing. But rather than turning around to see where she was going, Christy made the mistake of attempting to back out the door. As a result she stumbled. It was just loud enough to make her presence known.
On the bed, Bud had just finished shooting his wad in his mother's cunt. Jane had started to sag when Christy tripped. The sound of scuffling feet jerked Jane upright, and she swiveled on top of Bud to look toward the door.
Christy froze, trapped in her mother's gaze and stream of moonlight.
"Well, well, what do we have here?" Jane said evenly, nothing in her voice indicating her emotional reaction to her daughter's intrusion.
"I-I was sleep," Christy stammered. "Woke up when I heard all this noise, and… and…"
"No apologies necessary," Jane cut her daughter off. "God knows my curiosity's gotten the best of me more than once. If you're here, Christy you're here."
"I-I'll go back to my room and leave you two alone," Christy stammered. "If you want to fuck, that's your business. After all that's gone on in this family, I've got no place standing in your ways!"
"What makes you think I want you to leave?" Jane interrupted her flustered daughter again.
"I just thought…"
"Come here, Christy," Jane ordered. Christy advanced on shaky legs, with no idea of what to expect. It seemed to take her forever to reach the edge of the bed and the face-to-face confrontation with her mother.
Jane got off Bud, moving toward her daughter. She grabbed Christy by the shoulders.
"Let's call a spade a spade," Jane told bet daughter. "The truth is the only thing that's going to do us any good. No point in any of us holding anything back. Know what I'm getting at, baby?"
Christy did. Her mother was right. It was time to let it all hang out.
"I fucked Dad," she admitted. "But I guess you knew that already, Mom."
"That's not all I know," Jane said quickly. "But I'd feel better if I heard it from you."
"You're talking about Grandpa, aren't you, Mom?"
Jane nodded in reply.
"Okay," Christy sighed. "I fucked Grandpa… How did you figure it out?"
"I was there," Jane revealed with a sneaky grin. Christy caught on immediately. "You fucked him first, didn't you, Mom?"
"Like mother, like daughter," Jane chuckled.
Jane hugged Christy, abruptly sealing her daughter's lips with a deep, tonguing kiss. Christy was pulled onto the bed, with Jane rolling on top of her. By the time their kiss was broken, mother and daughter had their knees between one another's thighs.
"Everything's going to be all right, sweetheart," Jane assured her panting daughter as she stripped away Christy's nightgown: "As long as we stick together, we can't lose. We've got too much going for us to let our egos get in the way of something beautiful. This family depends on us to set an example. You and me, baby. Let's not blow it."
"Oooooh, Mom," Christy murmured with happiness, "you're so right. We're a team."
Mother and daughter kissed again. This time they each sent a hand probing into the other's crotch, fingering cunt and ass.
Over on the other side of the bed, Bud had been watching and listening to his mother and sister.
Tired of being ignored, he interjected himself into the situation.
"Hey, you two, what about me?" he protested. "I'm part of this family, too, you know. I've done my damn share of fucking."
"That you have," Jane said. "Still game?"
"What do you think?" Bud answered. "You two would wind up as a couple of dykes if it weren't for me. I'm the only one who can keep you straight."
Bud had been lying on his stomach. Now he turned over. His hard-on sprang straight up, quivering in midair before it fell under its own weight against his belly.
"That's a very persuasive argument you've got there," Jane teased her son, reaching over to stroke his throbbing boner. "I think you've got your sister and me convinced."
"Right on!" Christy joined in. "All for one, and one for all."
Jane and Christy surged toward Bud. Clamping him with their naked bodies, they put him in the center of a human sandwich. From top and bottom, tits and pussy rubbed all over Bud.
"Shit, two chicks at once." The happy teenager celebrated his good fortune, writhing with glee between his mother and sister.
Then it was time for some specific action. Only too willing to place himself in female hands, Bud allowed himself to be laid out flat on his back. His mother crouched over his face, spreading her pussy so wide that juice splashed on the bridge of his nose. At the same time, Bud's sister straddled his crotch, holding his hard-on straight up so his cockhead brushed the lips of her hovering twat.
Jane and Christy sat down at the same time Jane on Bud's face, and Christy straight down on her brother's hoisted cock so he was suddenly penetrating her cunt to the hilt. Bud immediately began sucking and fucking for all he was worth, using his tongue and prick with equal vigor. His mother and sister moaned their appreciation, Jane and her pussy full of oral meat and Christy with a twat stuffed with stiff, pumping dick.
Perched atop Bud, Jane and Christy faced each other as their pussies were respectively tongued and dicked. They shared their sensations, adding their steamy words to the erotic mix.
"Mmmmm, Bud's tongue's wiggling inside my cunt like a damn snake," Jane told her daughter.
"Well, his cock's like a crowbar in my pussy," Christy reported. "I'm practically coming already."
"Bet I can get off before you do," Jane playfully challenged.
"You're on, Mom!"
Jane and Christy shook their asses and ground down with their cunts. Bud's tongue and cock stretched until they ached. Both were being squeezed and corkscrewed by spasming, twisting pussy walls.
"Ooooh, I'm getting there fast!" Christy groaned.
"Not any quicker than I am," Jane fired back. "Bud's eating right through me. His cock can't be any farther up my pussy than his tongue is up mine."
"I'm gonna cheat," Christy giggled. She reached down and fingered her clit.
"No fair," Jane laughed in mock protest.
"You can cheat too, Mom," Christy grinned.
"I intend to do just that."
Jane didn't merely finger her clit. She pinched it. Christy immediately did the same to her own magic button.
"Ahhhh… mmmmm… oooohhh!" mother and daughter groaned in a single voice as they pushed themselves over the orgasmic hump.
The friendly contest was a draw, with Jane and Christy simultaneously climaxing. They fell toward each other, embracing and soul-kissing while their naked bodies shuddered with mutual orgasm.
Down below, with his tongue and cock working overtime, it was now Bud's turn to get off. His surging crotch jammed his prick so high in his sister's twat that Christy's ass jumped. Losing her balance, Bud's sister fell, taking her clinging mother down with her.
During the fall, Bud's spurting cock popped out of his sister's cunt. It gushed straight up in the air.
Realizing that Bud's cum was going to waste, Jane and Christy recovered from their sprawl and swiftly scrambled toward the fountain of jizz. Mother and daughter each tried to clamp her mouth over the spewing cock-head, but neither could nudge the other out of the way. So they wound up sharing Bud's cum, taking it in their faces. There was plenty to go around. Jane and Christy each wound up dripping from eyebrows to chin by the time Bud's dick had shot its bolt.
Then mother and daughter started licking the jism from one another's faces. When the cum was all lapped up, their tongues strayed. Bodies shifted. Before long, Jane and Christy had worked themselves into a lesbian sixty-nine.
Bud watched until his drained cock came back to life. Then he was back in the fray. His sister was hunched on top of the sixty-nine, her butt waving with the cheeks wide open, so Bud fucked her in the ass.
Of course, when Jane realized that Bud was butt fucking Christy, she demanded equal time. Bud told his mother not to worry, her ass would be treated to his big cock before the evening was over.
And so it went. The action was non-stop well into the night. The three of them – Jane, Christy and Bud – fucked and sucked with their naked bodies in a perpetual tangle. By the time it was over and exhaustion had set in, mother, daughter and son curled in slumber on sheets that were drenched with cum and pussy juice, where they would sleep until noon.
Even as the three of them slept, sex blanketed the three Hawthorne's. Christy clutched Bud's sticky prick, while Jane held his drained balls. Each of Bud's hands was wedged in a female crotch, unconsciously fingering pussy.
After a long, difficult period, there was peace in the house.