Looking through the dirty window, Marie Olsen smoothed the wrinkles on her tight miniskirt, letting the sensation of her warm hands stroking the tops of her thighs ripple along her skin and gather in the juncture of her crotch. She was horny, horny as hell, and she looked with desire at the stretched-out form of her fifteen year-old son, Robert, as he slumped in the seat across from her. Her eyes traveled over his strong frame, finally coming to rest at the lump of his loins.
"Fuck!" she thought, as the heat started to pulse with insistent regularity in the channel of her vagina. Marie always blamed her French blood when she got feelings like this, but she knew that it was not really the reason for her excessive sensuality. It was just the way she was, hot and ready all the time, a creature of passion. There was a time, during her marriage, when she had tried to fight the feelings that made her seek out any man that would service her when her oafish husband refused her urgent appeals for love. After years of trying to make a marriage work that had no chance from the start, she had given up and run, just as fast and as hard as she could. She was still running. It was the reason she was on a Mexican train heading for a place where she could be free. Free from the responsibilities and cares of being a woman alone. San Mateo was the answer to her problem. Artists, writers, and free thinkers abounded here and she could do her own thing without guilt.
As she thought about the exciting possibilities that a free life would open to her, she felt the tension increase in her tightly clamped crotch. The steady click of the wheels over the rails kept time with the pulsing waves of desire that were throbbing at the core of her being. Marie felt the pressure of her hands resting lightly on her legs. She stretched, letting her long legs flex, tense, and then relax.
Turning away from the window, she looked at her daughter, Suzanne, sitting quietly on the wide seat next to her. At fourteen, Suzanne was just finding herself as a woman, the hot blood of desire flaming up from time to time. Marie knew that Suzanne had already lost her virginity during a near rape by her brother. She smiled inwardly at the close-knit quality of her small family. They did everything together-including fucking.
The desire increased in Marie's system as she looked at her two children. Robert, strong and powerful like his father; and Suzanne, lithe like Marie herself, but with the fullness of body that revealed her Scandinavian heritage.
With an impulsive jerk, Marie rose to her feet, and walked the short length of the small compartment to the washroom. They had only been on the train for a few hours and she was bored already. She was not only bored, but horny, and there was only one thing to do about that.
Pushing the button at the side of the door, Marie rang for the porter, and when the man arrived, dressed in his crisp white jacket, she asked him to make up the beds. The late afternoon light was fast fading into the purple shades of night as the train rolled across the arid desert toward the mountains standing majestically in the distance.
Puffing impatiently on a cigarette, Marie waited until the middle-aged porter had finished his task and had excused himself. They had already been checked by the customs and immigration officials on the train, at the same time as the conductor had taken their tickets so she knew that they could be alone for the rest of the evening, free from any disturbance. Clicking the bolt on the door into place, Marie turned and walked to one of the neatly turned down beds.
Robert and Suzanne were still engrossed in the magazines they had purchased before boarding the train. Idly, with detachment, they turned the slick pages glancing at the pictures. They were as bored as was Marie, but they were doing their best to pass the time and induce enough drowsiness so that they could retire.
Pulling down the green shade that covered the wide window, Marie locked it in place, and then turned to face her two children. "Anything interesting?" she asked, breaking the long silence.
Robert, looking up from the picture pages of the girlie magazine that he had been glancing through, fixed her with his piercingly clear eyes and read the desire there. "hope."
Suzanne replied silently by tossing her book aside and stretching like a cat, a wide yawn spreading across her young face like putty being molded. Her breasts poked out as she lifted her arms over her head.
The movement was not wasted on either Marie or Robert; they both watched as her graceful body uncoiled and went rigid. She blinked her blue eyes and looked at both her brother and her mother. She was bored stiff and was considering possible diversions on a long train ride. It would be nice if she could find a man, she thought, but a nice girl would do as well. To her guiltless mind, any activity which gave her body pleasure couldn't be bad. Her feeling had already been fortified by her forced seduction by her brother almost a year ago, and the freewheeling sexuality of her mother, who made no bones about her desires and how she fulfilled them. The very first time that all three of them had become sexually involved she had been so stoned on pot that nothing really made any difference. Suzanne had been surprised at the fire that had consumed her body when her mother had introduced her to the joys of a sexual experience with another woman. To satisfy her own curiosity, she had read all the books that she could find and decided that she was bisexual. This she accepted readily, and pushed the twinges of guilt from her mind.
"Let's go to bed." Robert said matter-of-factly, as he stood up, and started pulling his light cotton shirt over his head, exposing the hard muscles of his stomach. He had read the look in his mother's eyes and was ready to relieve the boredom of the long trip with a little family orgy. He had it made, and he knew it. He was the nominal head of a household containing two good-looking women who were as sexually free as he was. The problem of incest, he had long ago dispensed with and looked forward to making his incestuous sexual bouts international.
"Are you tired so early?" Marie asked her son with the lilt of friendly teasing in her voice.
“No. Just horny," Robert shot back with a practiced casual tone.
"You could be a little more subtle instead of just standing there with your muscles hanging out and giving orders," Suzanne put in as she folded her magazine and threw it on the little table next to the train's closed window. Actually, she was relieved that the issue had been settled and she could stop worrying about the feelings that were making her crotch itch. Now she could look forward to the relieving of the sexual tension that was mounting steadily in her young body.
Dropping his shirt onto one of the two beds in the compartment, Robert looked down at his sister and smiled. "Come off it, Sis, you know damned well that you're just as randy as we are."
"What makes you so sure?" Marie interjected. "I haven't agreed to this group session yet, and you might have asked me if for no other reason than that I'm your mother."
"I know you too well," was the only reply she got as Robert undid his belt and then sat on the edge of the bed and pulled off his loafers, letting each one drop to the carpeted floor.
"You might at least put those away so that we don't stumble over them in the middle of the night," Marie flared slightly but not really caring, since her need was growing and she could feel her lubricating juices running thick and hot in her pussy. She didn't wait for a reply, but started to pull off her own clothes so that she wouldn't have to wash wet panties. Leaning over, Robert picked up the carelessly dropped shoes and placed them under the table out of harm's way. "Come on, Suzanne, don't be modest, it's all in the family."
"Don't get your ego trip going too much," Suzanne chided, "I might have my eye out for a little strange action now that you all have introduced me to some of the more rewarding pleasures of life."
"Whatever's right," Robert said as he shoved his pants down his strong legs and pulled them off. Taking his mother's cue, he carefully hung his pants and shirt on a hanger in the small closet of the compartment.
Marie had shrugged her way out of her jersey blouse and folded the light green fabric neatly before placing it in her suitcase. She was wearing a wispy bra that was transparent, and she knew that her nipples were hardened and poking tightly against the thin fabric of the skimpy bra. "Undo me," she said to. Robert as she spun around playfully on the ball of her foot, presenting the long curve of her back to his view Working with deft fingers he unhooked his mother's bra, letting it fall free. "How 'bout you, Sis?" he said, turning to his sister.
"Oh, come on. You know very well that I don't wear one," Suzanne said as she tugged her sweatshirt up over her head, exposing the perfectly shaped mounds of her young, ripe breasts. Reaching out, Robert tweaked both her nipples between his thumb and forefinger, making the tips stand up like sharp points.
"Cut it out, damn it," she riled at him, but not really meaning it. She was always amazed at the speed at which her body reacted to any sexual stimulation. All someone had to do to turn her on was look at her with bed in his or her eyes and she was all aflutter, her juices starting to run and her breasts swelling with desire. She had tried to fight it when Robert had first started sneaking into her room at night, but then she learned that he was also making it with her mother, and she figured that she was a slut just like her mother and stopped thinking about it. Besides, she reasoned, sex was fun and accepting that took care of a lot of mental anguish.
"Don't tease your sister," Marie admonished Robert as she pushed down her skirt and panties with one swift movement, having already disposed of the loosely hanging bra.
Turning to face his mother, Robert saw her lush body, still young and vibrant. His eyes glued themselves to the small triangle of dark, curly pubic hair that covered her sexual mound. He happily recalled the many times during the last year that he had buried his face there like a rutting animal to suck the juices from her and gain sustenance. Other scenes flashed before his mind's eye, times when he had been gazing up as she had lowered herself to his waiting mouth, her head thrown back, mouth open, with the passion of a wild thing, raw and brutal, seeking his lips on the very center of her womanhood. Hastily, with mounting excitement, Robert pulled down his cotton shorts and tossed them on the opposite bed. His prick sprang forward with the full hardness of youth. His body was ready and he threw himself down on the bed, stretching out in the middle to wait until his sister was ready.
Marie, now completely nude, her body pulsing with desire, climbed onto the bed and settled herself next to her son's prone body.
"Come on, Sis, what's taking you so long? You said you don't wear underclothes, but you're always the last one ready," Robert complained as he inserted his arm under his mother's shoulders and pulled her head closer to his own.
"Go ahead and start without me. I never knew you to wait anyway, so what are you complaining about?" she replied, pushing down her jeans and bending over to pull them free of her feet. Kicking off her canvas shoes, she turned to the bed, and watched as her mother ran her hand down the length of Robert's stiffened prick, gripping its base and pumping it slowly.
Suzanne had been ready to deliver another biting remark, but when she saw her brother's prick standing tall and strong, clenched in the determined fingers of her mother, she forgot what she was about to say and kneeled on the carpeted floor next to the bed. She knew what was expected of her and she set about to carry out her task.
"What do you want me to do, Mom?" Robert asked, turning his head so that he could look directly at his mother.
"Just keep it hard," she said crisply as she rolled to her side and got to her knees.
Robert knew what was coming so he folded his hands behind his head and waited patiently for the fun to start. He was going to get it his own way tonight because she was hot and wanted to lead the action. It wasn't always the same, but whoever was hottest usually got things started and the others followed their lead.
Feeling his muscles convulse under her lips, Marie kissed her way down her son's belly, letting her nimble tongue lave at the tender surfaces of his skin. She wasn't worried about Suzanne, who was still kneeling at the side of the bed, because she would pick up on the action without being told. Suzanne could always be counted on to fit herself in where it was necessary. Clearing her mind, Marie held Robert's prick in her gripping fingers, stroking it and squeezing the thick shaft.
Straddling his legs, Marie held her son's cock steady while her mouth descended, her lips opening to engulf the rosy-tipped head, her tongue licking the rubbery surface. Her breath came sharply as she breathed deeply, taking in the air through her nose, the nostrils distending. Her loins convulsed as she felt the heat from his cock invade her mouth. As she sucked at his root, she felt hands sliding up her thighs pushing them further apart, and she knew that Suzanne was fitting her body into the action.
Lying on her back, Suzanne wiggled her body until her head was directly under the dark bush that marked her mother's cunt. She saw the glistening hair that covered the pink lips of Marie's cunt. She knew that Marie was hot and ready for the intrusion of her tongue. Circling her mother's hips with her arms, she pulled her head up and let her tongue flick out, its point wet and slick. Parting the lips of Marie's cunt with her tongue, Suzanne savored the sweetness of the juices that ran in profusion from the channel which split her mother's crotch.
"Oh shit," Robert groaned as his mother's tongue swept up and down his throbbing cock with long strokes. He had become accustomed to her oral urges and tried to control his raging emotions when she became too avaricious in her sucking needs. "Take it all," he urged her between gritted teeth, and flexing his powerful young body, he arched his hips off the mattress, forcing the full length of his prick into her mouth. He felt her suck at its entire length greedily, her lashing tongue working furiously over the super-sensitive surface.
Marie, trying to give pleasure before demanding it in return, sucked hard at the shaft that was thrust so deeply into her mouth. She often thought that she would gag on the length of it, but repressed the feeling and, sucking hard, gladly accepted the thick rod of pink flesh that her son pushed into her mouth. Lifting her head slowly she drew hungrily at the root and let her head bob up and down with a slow measured pace. The heat of his cock warmed her mouth and caused the saliva to flow and wet him.
Her body squirmed under the practiced touch of Suzanne's tongue as her young daughter lapped with enthusiasm at her crotch, sending new waves of desire and feeling thundering through her loins. Marie thrust her hips down hard to impale her cunt on the hot tongue of her daughter. Her hips thrashed with the sensation that vibrated along her spine and hardened the tips of her small breasts hanging like two glowing globes beneath her body. Vaguely, she was aware that Suzanne was totally giving in this arrangement, but understood that this was the way the girl liked it, or was willing to give it, until the initiative was taken to provide her own young body with the pleasures that she and Robert were enjoying to the fullest.
Teased beyond endurance by the hot licking tongue that Suzanne pressed so tightly to her crotch, Marie shuddered with a feeling of absolute emptiness. She knew the feeling well, and resolved to eliminate it. Lifting her head, she allowed Robert's hard prick to slip from between her sucking lips. She looked at the object of her desire, slick and wet from the effort of her lips and tongue. She held it gently upright, the head glistening with her own spit. Responding to that deep-seated feeling of emptiness that filled and echoed down the channel of her cunt, Marie started moving forward on her knees, pulling her pussy away from the thrusting, hot tongue that Suzanne repeatedly stabbed into her.
Positioning her gaping cunt hole just over the ramrod stiffness of Robert's prick, Marie prepared herself for the first plunging drop that would impale her to the very core. Her hands, clammy with sweat, gripped his hardness and held the blunted roundness of the tip pointed like a dagger at the entrance to her cunt. She was ready, but would wait until Suzanne could fit herself into the sexual tableau.
Feeling her mother's movements, Suzanne released her clinging grip on the older woman's hips, and allowed her to slip forward and into an upright position. Rolling to her side, she watched as Marie arranged herself over Robert's form, hands clinging hotly to the pole of flesh that throbbed hugely between his thighs. Standing, she quickly moved to the head of the bed and c1imbed onto the turned down sheets. Throwing her leg across Robert's body, she let her crotch descend onto his mouth. She felt his tongue insert itself into her crack, and a thrill of filling sensation transmitted itself through her body, setting off sparks of passion that exploded into a raging fire. Suzanne, facing her mother only inches away, looked directly into her passion-filled eyes, clouded with desire. As Robert lapped with increasing fury at her tight cunt, she raised her arms and leaned forward to receive her caress.
Their soft lips met and joined, daughter's fusing with those of the mother. Suzanne opened her mouth to receive her mother's tongue, hot and thrusting, as it pushed its way into her mouth, filling it with sweet wet fire. Her hands stroked up and down her mother's firm flanks, caressing hips, sides, and the fullness of small breasts. She was proud of the fact that her body was more full, more womanly, then her mother's, but appreciated the compactness of her mother's flesh. Although they were different in body structure, Suzanne knew that she had the same consuming passion for sex. She had her body from her father, and her passion from her mother: a perfect combination. Maybe, just maybe, one day she would be able to find a man who would be able to fulfill all her strange needs. Her brother and mother combined could do it, but she wanted to explore new fields, seek new experiences, and she looked forward to their arrival in San Mateo where she suspected that all her wishes and desires might be fulfilled.
Her mind racing with these thoughts, Suzanne fused her lips more tightly to her mother's, letting her tongue join in a hot duel with Marie's. Her hips started an involuntary jerking, forward and backward, sending her slit back and forth across the protrusion of Robert's thick tongue. Convulsively, her body contorted, forcing her full heavy breasts against her mother's body, allowing the nipples to brush against the satin softness of her mother's skin. The tips turned to small pinpoints of fire, swelling and pouting as they filled with blood and caused new and more intense sensations to course through her young body. Her hips and crotch ground down hard on Robert's mouth, allowing him full freedom in her cuntal channel. Her juices were running freely, pouring from her youthful pussy and spreading themselves over Robert's upturned face.
Breathing deeply, Robert felt his mouth fill with the juicy wetness of his sister's dripping cunt. He savored the taste of her, sweet with youth, hot with desire. There were times, like the present one, during which he found it very difficult to make a choice between his mother's experience and his sister's raw passion. He considered himself very lucky to have two such females willing to join in sexual games. He had been introduced to sex by his mother, and had passed his knowledge along to his sister; and although she had resisted at first, her passionate nature came flooding through like a bursting dam. After their first encounter there had never been any trouble. Wriggling his arms under his sister's outthrust legs, he lifted them over his head, and then let them circle her waist, sliding up until he could cup one of her heavy, round breasts in each hand. His head thrashed from side to side as his tongue moved in and out of her convulsing crack. With the tip of his thrusting tongue he felt for the little knob of fleshy tissue that marked her clit, and when he found it, pursed his lips so that he could suck at it greedily. He felt her body respond, her hips grinding down hard on his face and spreading her cunt juices across his cheeks. He held on tightly, sucking and licking at her clit, which was now rising from the tightly folded flesh of her pussy lips.
Assaulted by sensuality at two points, Robert's hips started to jerk compulsively upward. His mother was teasing his prick and he knew how much she enjoyed this form of sexual entertainment. She was rubbing the head of his cock up and down the wide slit of her cunt, letting the head bump with hard regularity at the thick nub of flesh that marked her clit. She could come this way, and Robert let her have her way, only thrusting upward enough to lodge himself in the very entrance of her vagina. His balls were swelling with heat as Marie kneaded and stroked them with a hot hand.
Knowing that he would be expected to fuck both his mother and his sister, Robert let his mind wander away from the violent sensations that were assaulting his strong frame. He, like his sister, knew that he had been blessed with a strong body from his father, and a strong sexual appetite from his mother. He had once worried about his incestuous frolics, but had dismissed the worries and just considered himself very lucky. He knew that he could always break away if he found a girl that he liked, and that both his sister and mother could look for another body to fulfill their sexual needs. He had already sensed that his sister was indeed looking around for a man of her own, and since she had been turned on to female love by her free thinking mother, could also accept a girl who appealed to her.
His tongue moved more rapidly over the distended bud of flesh of Suzanne's clit and his hands gripped her breasts hard, his fingers passing back and forth over her thick, pouting nipples. Taking the twin buds between his thumb and forefinger, Robert twisted and pulled at the sensitive flesh and was rewarded by a groan of pleasure and passion from his sister's lips.
Becoming aware of Robert's more urgent thrustings as she rubbed her open and sensitive cunt with the bulbous head of his bulky cock, Marie felt the increasing need of her cuntal channel to be filled with this living meat. She wanted to feel the fullness of him thrusting in and out of her body, the long shaft bumping with delightful regularity over her distended clit. Her insides were boiling and turning, preparing for the ultimate intrusion of his hot meat, but Marie would be the one to control the invasion, taking him when she felt ready and not before. Her grip on his prick tightened, and she raised her hips slightly, drawing the head away from the deeply grooved slit that parted her lower body. Carefully placing the head of his cock at the entrance to her cunt, Marie shifted her knees so that her body was properly placed for the impalement of her super hot flesh on his raging pole of meat.
Tonguing Suzanne's mouth, she rubbed her torso against the younger girl's body, feeling Robert's hands hard on the heaving breasts of her daughter. She heard the groan of pleasure that was torn from Suzanne's lips when Robert tweaked her nipples. She wanted to take her daughter in her arms and bring her closer, but her hands were filled with prick and balls and it was not the right time. Later, she thought, she would bring her own special pleasures to Suzanne's body. They both enjoyed their female lovemaking to the fullest. Marie, being the total hedonistic personality that she was, had no reservations about introducing her young daughter to the pleasures of lesbian love. As a matter of fact, when Robert suggested that the three of them join together in their sexual games after he had taken his sister's virginity, she had been forced to take the action, to give her unique family the full range of sexual experience that she felt they would need.
Suzanne had been a more than willing student, learning not only the basic lessons, but expanding them by indulging her own youthful curiosity. Marie was pleased with her progress; they were a far-out family sexually, but not to any harmfu1 extreme. They were all just healthily sexy – period.
Breaking the lingual connection between herself and Suzanne, Marie leaned back slightly, and with a smile plunged her body down on Robert's stiff pole of flesh, letting it rip into her innards. Her cunt stretched to its limit to accommodate the fullness of his manhood, the blunt head forging ahead of the long thick shaft. A long sigh whistled past Marie's parted lips as her body sank heavily onto Robert's prick. Now she was filled, the aching that had engulfed her cuntal channel was satiated and she reveled in the sparks of sensation that rippled through her loins, sending waves of heat up her back and making her muscles convulse with pleasure.
With the lingual joining now parted, Suzanne could concentrate more fully on the actions of her brother, whose thrusting tongue was rampaging through the gash of her cunt and rubbing its raspy surface across her clit. He was a born cunt licker, and Suzanne took the greatest pleasure in his efforts. She loved to have her clit sucked and didn't care whether it was Robert or her mother who was the giver of. pleasure as long as she received the pleasure that she sought.
However, being orally fixated, Suzanne never liked to have her lips and tongue unoccupied. It mattered little to her what the object was that she sucked, Robert's prick was one of her favorites, but her mother's cunt or breasts were equally rewarding. Dropping her hands from her mother's breasts, Suzanne let them slide sensuously down her own body and reaching her crotch, shoved them under her body so that she could stretch apart her cunt lips, thus allowing Robert's tongue to have greater freedom. The raw sensation was warming her entire body and causing her to thrust up and down on his face.
Looking at her mother's face as she rode Robert's prick like a pump, Suzanne watched as Marie's mouth opened, her small even teeth bared in a grimace of pleasure. The sight was stimulating, and Suzanne felt the increase in her own sexual tension build toward the fulfillment that she knew was fast approaching.
Leaning forward sharply, Suzanne pushed more of her passion-swollen breasts into Robert's gripping hands. As she inclined her body toward her mother, Suzanne opened her lips and with an almost desperate need, sucked one of her mother's turgid nipples into her mouth. She let her tongue savor the taste of her mother's flesh. The fleshy knob of Marie's nipple, swollen and engorged with blood, rested against the flat of her tongue and she moved it around in a small circle. Drawing back her tongue until just the tip was resting against the slightly wrinkled tip, she rasped it back and forth. Opening her lips as wide as they would go, Suzanne sucked at the small globe of her mother's tit, drawing it almost completely inside her mouth, gently holding it deep in her mouth. With a slow movement of her jaw, she worked her teeth across the nipple, drawing gasps of pleasure from her mother's lips. Shaking her head, Suzanne pulled her mother's fleshy globe away from her body by her nipple until it was stretched tight. After biting down hard, she released her grip and allowed the gnawed flesh to bounce back to its original position. Tilting her head to the side, Suzanne sucked the remaining tit into her mouth and repeated the same process as her mother writhed with the double delight that her children were giving her.
Since she had impaled herself on the thick rod of flesh that thrust from between the strong legs of her son, Marie had been in a tornado of bliss. Her body, fully responsive and hypersensitive because of the buildup of sexual tension, was raging with feeling. Her cunt was filled with her son's hot meat, and she was raising and lowering herself with greater and greater intensity. For a few moments she had been aware of Suzanne, moving sensually over Robert's head, but when the young girl leaned over and sucked one of her tits into her hot mouth, Marie nearly exploded with orgasmic delight. Small explosive forces now started to rip her insides, but Marie did not want to come too soon; she wanted instead to enjoy the sensuousness of the moment, to stretch it out as long as possible so that she would be completely satisfied with their frenzied coupling. Since her hands were now free after releasing their heated grip on Robert's prick and balls, she took Suzanne's head between her hands, and pulled the girl's face even closer to her breasts, forcing the small globes further into the sucking mouth.
Despite her utmost efforts, the feelings that were racing so rapidly up and down her inflamed body were becoming too much for her to control and Marie felt the first onslaughts of orgasm. Her crotch was throbbing as it filled with new and hotter blood, swelling the already swollen lips, letting them leaf back like an opening flower. Quaking sensations of heat and muscle-contorting strain spread outward from her cuntal channel and flexed the muscles of her belly. Her breasts were now supersensitive and heated to what felt like the boiling point.
Abandoning her plan to make her sensual enjoyment last, Marie let her mind surrender to the sensual de1ights of the moment. She pumped her hips up and down on the thick member that invaded and retreated from her cunt. Throwing back her head, her eyes half closed and rolled upward as her mouth opened and moans of pleasure reverberated off the confining walls of the small room. Again and again she gasped out her pleasure as the feeling of fullness expanded the tissues of her cunt. She was being penetrated to the very core, and she reveled in the joy of the intrusion. Waves of color now started breaking before her eyes as she went into her crashing orgasm.
Snapping her eyes shut completely, Marie let the billows of color that were breaking against the shores of her brain intensify and increase in their magnitude. Soft greens turned to raging reds as her body soared higher and higher through the maze of sensation. Marie was only vaguely conscious of the trails of sweat that were running freely from her forehead and down her face as the flush of sexual delight crept across her cheeks and spread like a measles rash across her chest and buttocks.
These physical reactions, however, were not lost on Suzanne, and she sucked at her mother's breast harder than ever. Her own need to reach a climax was growing more fierce and she was happy that her mother had finally gone over the top and would now be less demanding of her. In fact, Suzanne knew that her mother would try to bring her to her own completion as soon as she recovered her composure.
Letting her mother's tit slide from between her sucking lips, she concentrated on getting the most sensation possible from Robert's tongue. Back and forth her hips thrust, letting his tongue ripple over the tiny bud of flesh that was the center of her womanhood. Her hands still held her cunt lips apart and she started moving them to heighten the ecstasy. Her mother rolled her body to the side, letting Robert's still hard flesh slip sloppily from the slash that marked her cunt. Suzanne looked down at the still rigid pole, its length thickly coated with the juices from her mother's body.
As Marie moved away, Suzanne dropped her hands from her own crotch and let them curl around Robert's prick to hold it softly. She pulled at the flesh and watched in a wild fascination as the head swelled and changed color. Leaning over at an acute angle, she licked at the wetness of the head, letting her tongue pass back and forth over the tender silky surface. She heard Robert moan softly, the sounds muffled by the close connection between his mouth and her cunt.
With desire born of passion, Suzanne opened her lips and forced her head down so that the entire length of his cock was buried in the hot confines of her mouth. Her lips hollowed as she sucked greedily at the long root that pushed almost to the back of her throat. She wanted him to fill her just like he had filled her mother, and to accomplish this, she now walked quickly forward on her knees so that her crotch was directly over his cock. She had released her mouth's grip on Robert's cock so that she might thrust its length into her body. She was finished getting herself "turned on"; now it was time to fuck, plain and simple fucking.
Without waiting, Suzanne positioned the head of Robert's prick at the entrance of her cunt and slowly started to sink down upon its length. Her tight cunt expanded under the pressure of her weight as she settled on the rod. She knew that she was tighter than her mother and fitted Robert's prick like a smooth glove. Her insides were gorged with the fullness of his prick and she shuddered as she finally hit bottom, filled to the hilt with his meat. Their bodies ground together, Suzanne's buttocks resting hard on the firm muscles of Robert's belly.
Feeling his sister sink down on his cock, Robert pushed his hips upward and felt his cock slide into her tightness. Christ, she was tight, and wet, and juicy! Hell, he knew that he was about to blow his balls and fill his sister's tight cunt with his juices. The head of his cock throbbed mightily, and he rammed it as deeply as he could into her body seeking the center of her being. The feeling was overwhelming and he accepted it as his due… Up and down his hips moved, his buttocks slapping the hardness of the bed. His balls were churning in their wrinkled sack and pumping the life-giving fluid into the tubes that would eventually lead to that warm place right in the center of his sister's body.
Marie watched with the warm pleasure of afterglow as her two children joined their strong bodies together for a final coupling. She sensed that Robert would soon blow his balls in his sister's cunt. That was fine with Marie since she had already gotten the pleasure she needed from the hard rod of flesh that he was so mightily thrusting in and out of his sister; however, she wanted to give her daughter the added pleasure of having her mother's mouth fastened to one of her sensual zones. She stood up to find a place where she could fit into the sexual tableau.
Robert was holding his sister by the waist as he met her downward plunges with upward thrusts of his own. Marie pushed his arms down as she returned to the bed, straddling his body and wrapping her arms around her daughter's supple body, her hands opening and grasping with firmness the large bulging globes of Suzanne's breasts. Marie was facing her daughter's back since the young girl had been too impatient to turn around, but had merely moved forward so that she could ram the shaft of Robert's cock into her body.
Marie rolled the distended tips of Suzanne's nipples between her fingers and moved her hands in a circular fashion to stretch her daughter's tender flesh and pull on the most tender portion of all. Her lips and tongue were making small slick trails over Suzanne's shoulders and back. Marie, knowing how sensitive Suzanne's earlobes were to sexual stimulation, raised her body so that she could play with her daughter's breasts and suck at the little pink shells which were now reddening with heated blood.
The thought of bringing pleasure to her own daughter had always somehow perversely turned Marie on and she increased the pressure of her hands, fingers, and tongue. As she worked to bring still greater pleasure to her young daughter's body, she became aware of the urgent tugs on her waist. Robert was trying to move her body back so that he could bring his mouth to play against the soft hair-covered juncture of her crotch.
Sighing with pleasure that both her children were so orally oriented, Marie moved quickly back on the bed, spreading her legs wide so that her cunt was fully exposed. New and vibrant energy throbbed into her system as she brought her body to the lips that her son was offering for her pleasure. Blood raced through her already supercharged system and made her glow.
Robert, seeking to add new thrills to the mixture, of sucking and fucking, gripped the rounded globes of his mother's tightly stretched rump. Digging in his thumb on either soft globe, he pushed the two twin spheres apart to expose the tight little ring of her anus. He had never done this before, and he didn't know whether or not his mother had ever done it, but with her experience it seemed to him likely that she had. It didn't matter whether she had or not, since she was going to have his hard tongue shoved into her rectum and she could like it or not.
With this thought foremost in his mind, Robert lifted his head and licked at the lowest portion of his mother's cunt, letting the tip insert itself into the slopping channel of her sex and drawing the juices that her body was oozing down toward her asshole. Pushing harder with his thumbs, he pushed the cheeks of her ass even further apart and then when she was opened to his attack like a book, he made his move. It was subtle at first, just a brush and lick, but the reaction was instantaneous. He felt Marie's body stiffen and then relax as his tongue lapped across the wrinkled ring of flesh. Pointing his tongue's tip like a dagger point, Robert took aim as best he could without being able to see his target and stabbed forward. His tongue hit dead center, and he lifted his head, straining his powerful neck muscles with the effort of his upward plunge. His mother's body stiffened and then rose high off the bed in an unsuccessful effort to escape the hot wet tongue blade that sought an entrance to her rear hole. Robert felt the resistance of the puckered ring, but continued to push at the entrance with the tip of his tongue. Slowly, almost imperceptibly at first, the tight ring gave way under his insistent pressure.
Suddenly, Robert was aware that his tongue's tip had finally made the initial penetration into his mother's body from her nether hole. Following up his initial advantage, Robert took a deep breath and renewed his effort with greater vigor. He jabbed forward and back with forcefu1 strokes, sending it deeper and deeper into his mother's body. Fluttering his tongue's tip, Robert felt the shudder that started in his mother's ass and then traveled upward throughout her entire body.
Marie let her straining hips relax and allowed them to sink down on Robert's tongue. She was still resisting his rectal intrusion, but as he worked at her asshole she became aware of the sensuous feelings that he was imparting to her virgin nether hole. The same empty feelings that had throughout her lifetime consumed her vagina were now transferring themselves to her rectum, an orifice of her body that heretofore had never been penetrated.
Settling her buttocks down on Robert's tongue, Marie let the new sensations engulf her body, but didn't stop her own lingual caress of her daughter, who now writhed in ecstatic abandon on the bed in front of her. She was participating in her daughter's passionate joy, and trying by every means that she knew to heighten it. However, at the same time, Robert was imparting new and equally wild feelings to her own body and she accepted them as a regal gift of love.
Suzanne, now throwing her body from side to side in an effort to increase the mad pleasure that was ripping her young body to pieces, was not aware of the new thrills that her mother was receiving at the end of Robert's tongue; but even if she did know, at that moment, it would make very little difference. Selfishly, she was concerned only with her own emotions and the thrills that she was receiving at the hands of her mother and the prick of her older brother. Her hips were a whirl of grating movement, circling and rising and falling with greater and greater force. Robert's hard cock was throbbing mightily as it ripped past her soft tissues, and over the little bud of flesh that gave her ultimate joy.
Unable to contain herself, Suzanne leaned far forward and braced her body by gripping Robert's knees with her hands, the motion carrying her mother forward with her. Using this new leverage, she thrust herself up and down with even greater abandon, sending Robert's prick into the core of her body with savage, but pleasure-giving strokes. Like her mother before her, she closed her eyes to increase the fantasy of her orgasm. Blackness met her mind, but the sensations of throbbing heat were so intense that she felt as if she were going to burst into a sheet of white hot flame. Hot hands gripped and stroked the length of her body, clamping upon, then releasing some of her tenderest parts. Higher and higher the hot tide rose until she was completely engulfed in undulating sheets of flame.
Her breath was a short series of sharp gasps that were wrestled from her parched throat. Sounds of the sea crashed against her ears, splashing and swirling like foam upon the sand, frothy and ever-changing.
With a depraved look of desperation distorting her young beautiful features, Suzanne hung on the delicate balance between sanity and the strange realm that lies just over the line. She tottered with the exquisiteness of the feeling that wracked her body, and then collapsed to the side of the bed, Robert's cock slipping out of her stretched hole, its length covered with the slopping juices of both Suzanne and his mother.
Robert was so busy jamming his long tongue into his mother's asshole that he was hardly aware that Suzanne had risen to orgasm, writhed there on the head of his cock for an exquisite moment, and then fell away totally exhausted. As the cool air of the room brushed like a set of light fingers across the dampness of his coated cock, Robert became aware that his prick was no longer attached in hot connection to the tightly gripping hole of his sisters cunt. When this finally made itself clear in his passion-fogged brain, a new idea hit Robert's mind like a blinding light.
A roughly applied shove was the first indication Marie had that Robert was about to couple with her again. She stretched out on the bed positioning herself on her hands and knees as he directed with his hands. She always liked to be taken from behind because Robert's prick could make its deepest penetration of her hot body and it left her free to apply her head to Suzanne. As she spread her legs wide in anticipation of Robert's first lunging thrust, Marie started pulling Suzanne's body in front of her. She spread the young girl's legs and then buried her head in the warm, still pulsating crotch. Her tongue inserted itself in the wet groove and lapped hungrily at the warm juices that had spilled from the girl's tight channel.
Climbing to his knees behind his mother's waiting body, Robert looked down at the smooth roundness of her ass. The cleft that split the twin globes was pulled apart by the extension of Marie's legs and he could see the tight ring of her anus still wet from his spit. Holding his cock in one hand, Robert pumped it up and down a few times as he brought the bulbous head to the rubbery ring that he had decided to penetrate.
Wrapping one arm around his mother's waist, he guided the lubricated head of his prick against the tightly clamped ring. His hips moved forward and his head bent back as he strained to make an invasion of his mother's rectum. With a strength born of desperation, Robert pulled his mother's body back with one arm as he pushed steadily forward with his hips, applying greater pressure to the nether hole that he was trying to invade.
Suzanne was barely aware that her mother had moved her body into a position that would allow the older woman to apply her tongue to the still throbbing sexual parts that had so recently been exploding points of fire, but she rose to a new level of consciousness and started undulating her hips as Marie licked her way up and down Suzanne's cuntal slit, brushing the hot knob of her clit with every stroke. Rising and falling with the new tide of passion, Suzanne was completely unaware of the brutal penetration that Robert was about to deliver to his mother's asshole. She rolled back and forth on the bed in blissful ignorance, happy and fulfilled.
Thinking that Robert had missed his real mark, Marie raised her hips and buttocks higher in the air and pushed back against the heavy meaty rod which she felt splitting the cheeks of her ass. A sharp stabbing pain jolted her and she desperately tried to pull her body away from the source of her pain, but could not since she was held securely in place by Robert's strong arm, wrapped around her supple waist. Retracting her tongue, her mouth opened to scream, but she was shoved hard against the wide crack of Suzanne's cunt by Robert's forward thrust and she could only mutter a muffled protest as the thick pole of his cock started its tortured penetration of her rectum.
Sweat was breaking out in little driblets on Robert's face from the effort he was making in t r y i n g to invade Marie's rectum. His hips strained forward with greater force as he felt the head of his cock expand and then enter his mother's rectum. With a new and more powerful surge, Robert bolted his body forward and felt, with great satisfaction, the shaft of his cock sink steadily into the tight channel of his mother's asshole. Never before had he experienced such a tight grip on his sexual part. He had thought that Suzanne's cunt was the tightest thing he had ever encountered when he had taken her maidenhead that very first time, but this was something else again, and he became more and more excited. Plunging onward, Robert finally had the satisfaction of feeling his loins touch the stretched tight skin of his mother's rump. Not waiting, he pulled his cock about half way out of her rectum and then shoved forward, burying his meat in her once more. Back and forth his body sawed, his belly slapping firmly against the cheeks of Marie's ass. She was wriggling and uttering muffled protests, her mouth buried in the hair-covered mound of Suzanne's sexual center. Robert was not holding back, but thrusting with the full power of his young body, the come racing through the ducts and tubes of his body toward the slitted head of his prick.
Searing, stabbing pain tore through Marie's body as she tried vainly to disengage her body from the thick pole that threatened to tear her asunder. Slowly, but steadily, the pain changed in form, and became warm pulsing pleasure. Almost without knowing it, Marie was now seeking the impalement that she had been so desperately trying to avoid, and rocked back and forth in an effort to impale herself even more deeply on Robert's cock as it stabbed its way in and out of her asshole. Her rectum had the same warm filled feeling as her cunt got when she was about to come and she flowed with the new feeling. As she rose on the new tide, she was wracked by a thunderous orgasm, more intense than any she had ever experienced before. It was the same yet different, it lasted longer and was warmer. Marie cried out her pleasure, the sound being muted by the folds of skin that were pressed so tightly against her mouth.
Waves of passion thundered in Robert's ears as he sent his rock-hard, blood-filled prick into his mother's asshole. He felt the come gather and falter at the base of his prick only for a second and then with a thunderous roar, race down the length of his prick and spurt in white-hot jets into the depths of his mother's bowels. Again and again, the muscles of his prick contracted and spurted his seed.
After what seemed to Robert to be an eternity, the spasming stopped and he sank exhausted to the bed. rolling his body away from his mother and sister who were still locked together, tongue to cunt.
As they rested, exhaustion giving way to light sleep, the train slowed, its engines laboring to pull the following cars up the steepening bed of the track. They were in the mountains and a bell rang somewhere deep in the bowels of the cars, announcing the dinner hour. Robert, Marie, and Suzanne, however, did not hear the ringing call, and slept on in the afterglow of blissful completion.