The Ward family consists of father, mother and one son. They are not as well off financially as the Caldwells – in fact, they are borderline poverty. George, the father, is a long-distance truck driver out of work at the moment. He is not a large man, but has strong and muscular arms from wrestling his heavy rig for many years.
His wife, Peggy, is a light woman. She has just passed her thirtieth birthday, but has the looks of one still in her teens. She is willowy almost to the point of being skinny, but her breasts swell out in firm, resilient mounds. Her hips and buttocks are boyish, and her thighs and legs are somewhat bony. A sprinkle of freckles covers her upturned nose, creating a youthful appearance below her copper-colored hair.
George and Peggy married quite young, she being hardly sixteen and he not much more than twenty. Their son, Larry, was born in the first year of marriage and now is a miniature of his father at thirteen years old. He is a shy, withdrawn young man, preferring books to the strenuous activity of sports. He has a brilliant mind, and someday wants to become a doctor of medicine.
Peggy, afraid of the incestuous desires she has found herself with since her son grew into puberty, has tried to hide the fact from her husband, fearful of his condemnation. George, a latent homosexual, also has tried to hide his incestuous desires from his wife. Although never having a homosexual contact in his life, he found himself with the unbearable urge to perform fellatio on his own son – and to have the favor returned. Strange as it may seem, their son, Larry, would have been more than willing to cooperate in his parent's strange desires. He has made many attempts to observe his mother in the bath, or when she utilizes the toilet. At night he visualizes what their organs would look like, how it would feel if he could touch his mother's genitals, or manipulate his father's penis. Larry became a habitual masturbator with his first ejaculation at the age of eleven.
Larry was sitting in the bathroom, a portfolio of pictures laid out on the floor before him. He was squatting, leaning back against the bathtub as he peered at the photos on the floor. He was proud of his collection of pornographic pictures, having acquired them in exchange for masturbating a teen-aged boy one day in a weed-covered field.
Now, squatting on the bathroom floor and jerking his fist up and down his erected penis, he stared at the men and women who were indulging in every known form of sexual connection. His breath came in loud pants as he strived to bring forth an ejaculation.
Totally absorbed in his self-abuse, he was unaware of his mother who stood at the door, watching him. The house they lived in was run-down and in need of repair, the bathroom door being one item. It never closed tight, and the latch had long ago been broken. Peggy had been watching her son masturbate for many months now, having discovered Larry spending long minutes in the bathroom. At first she was ashamed of her incestuous desire to rush into the room and grasp his penis and masturbate him herself. But the longer she stood there, the less shame she felt. Now, whenever she knew her son was entering the bathroom, she would go to the door and watch him in secrecy. Her greatest thrill was to see the white globs of his semen spurt out the little hole at the end of his hard organ.
Standing there now, her breath coming in hot gasps of excitement, Peggy squeezed her fingers into her overly large breasts as she watched. Her son, naked and squatting as he was, knees spread wide, gave her the view she enjoyed most; his testicles and penis fully exposed to her hot eyes. It was this day Peggy made up her mind to throw caution out the window and attempt a sexual intimacy with her son.
Quickly she left the door and went to her bedroom. Removing her panties, she sat down at the battered dressing table, brushing her copper-colored hair. "Larry!" she called loudly, "Larry… come here a moment!"
Hearing his mother's voice, Larry stopped pumping his penis and listened. He did not want to leave now, his orgasm was close and his penis was throbbing for the release.
"Larry! Come here… now!"
"Just a minute, Mother!" he called out.
"Right now, Larry!" Peggy insisted, not wanting him to ejaculate, afraid it would take the edge off his passion… and she needed his passion to be at a high peak for her purpose. "Come here right now!"
Sighing, Larry quickly pulled his pants on, his organ still bulging with hardness. Leaving his shirt off, he stood at his parent's bedroom, looking in at his mother. She looked up at him from the mirror. "Sit on the bed a moment, dear," she said, her eyes seeing the bulge at his groin. "I've got something to show you."
Reluctantly, Larry moved into the room, trying to shield his erection from her. He sat down on the bed and looked questioningly at his mother's back. The dress she wore was old and faded, a garment she had worn as a child in school. Peggy turned, making certain that she swung one leg over the stool and the hem of her skirt slid high on her skinny thigh. Sitting on the stool with her legs straddling it, she watched her son's eyes widen, and knew he was seeing what she wanted him to see.
Larry stared beneath the skirt of his mother. Her bush of copperish-colored pubic hair was almost fully exposed to him, and he could see the faint outline of her vaginal lips. He grew weak from what he found himself looking at, finally realizing his desire to see his mother's genitals. He gasped loudly, then lifted his eyes. His young face flushed pinkly as his mother stared back at him. "What's wrong, Larry?" she said softly. "Are you sick?"
"N-no… Gosh!"
"What is it, dear?" she insisted, watching him intently as his eyes lowered once more to peek under her dress.
"Mother…" he said in a low voice. "You're… you're showing… you don't have any panties on."
"What am I showing, Larry?" she asked, looking down and about as if she could not find anything wrong.
"You're… you're…" he stammered in confusion. He was unable to tear his eyes from the exposure, although he knew he was blushing furiously and some-what ashamed of himself.
"I can't help it, Larry," Peggy said. "We don't have any money for me to buy new panties… and the ones I have are torn up."
For a long moment, Peggy continued to sit and expose her genitals to her young son, her passion growing more fierce by the moment. She was happy to see he did not lose his erection, and she made a point of looking at it. "Larry," she said in a gentle voice, trying to keep it from quivering. "Do you like… I mean… is it alright?"
"What? Is what… alright?" he asked in return.
Her courage left her. Peggy could not go through with it. She brought her other leg around and closed her thighs tightly, feeling her clitoris throb between the concealment of her thighs. She pressed her hands down into her lap, no longer looking at her son. She was ashamed of herself now, but Larry's confusion was gone. One of his desires had been accomplished finally, and he wanted to rush to the bathroom and continue his self-abuse with the image of his mother's hair-lined vagina still fresh in his young mind.
"What did you want, Mother?" he asked, squirming on the bed.
"Oh…" Peggy looked up, her cheeks tinged with pink, and her eyes immediately fell on his bulging groin. "Nothing, Larry…"
He started to get up, anxious to grasp his penis, feeling he would ejaculate at any second if he did not leave now. Peggy jumped to her feet, rushing to the boy before he could get to his feet and leave. Forcing a laugh, she sat down beside him and started tickling the boy. Soon they were rolling around on the bed, wrestling happily and tickling each other. During the scuffle, her dress slid up, higher and higher until she was almost exposed again. She was aware of it, but the more she wrestled with her young son, the more her courage returned. She felt his hardness press against her hip and thighs now and then as they rolled about on the bed.
Getting him down on his back, Peggy straddled her son and sat squarely down on his erection. Her warm buttocks almost caused Larry to climax, but he somehow kept from it. Suddenly he lay still, looking up at his mother who held his arms pinned to his sides with her knees. Peggy could feel his penis jerk and throb against the naked flesh of her crotch, and she pressed down harder than normal. She stared into his eyes, and at once understood the lust behind them, realizing her son desired her.
Watching him, wanting him now with more intensity than ever, Peggy placed her hands on her thighs, settling down heavily on his throbbing penis. "I know what… what that… is," she whispered in a thick voice.
Unable to answer, Larry stared back into his mother's lust filmed eyes. He squirmed his buttocks, pressing his covered penis hard against her naked flesh. "I can't… can't help it, Mother," he finally managed to say.
"I know, dear," Peggy replied, answering his pressure with her own. "I've seen you… doing that to yourself. You use those pictures, don't you, Larry?"
Her son blushed at her confession, but he was unable to take his eyes from hers. Slowly, he nodded his head. She gazed at him for another long moment, moving her buttocks gently on his swelling organ, then she said, "Why, Larry? Why do you use those pictures? Do they excite you?"
"Y-yes…" he stammered.
"Did you… enjoy… seeing me," she whispered almost inaudibly, her tongue thick in her mouth. "I mean I know you saw… down there. Did you like it?"
"Y-yes, Mother…"
"Did it excite you… seeing my… me?"
"Oh, yes…"
"It's better than pictures, isn't it?" she said, growing bold now, getting the correct answers to her questions. She wriggled her buttocks on his swollen member suggestively, no longer ashamed of her desire, not caring if he was repulsed by her actions. "Isn't the real thing better, Larry?"
"Yes, yes… it is!" he gasped, working his hips up to meet the slowly rotating buttocks.
"Would you like to see more of me, dear," she said. "Would you like to see your mother… naked?"
"Uh… I think so," he replied, his mind blazing with the desire to see her fully undressed. The image of what he had seen earlier burned in his young cock like a blast furnace, and he felt as if he was about to ejaculate any second now. "Yes… I would, Mother!"
"What would you do, Larry?" she teased. "Would you jack off? If you saw me naked… was able to look at me the way you do those pictures… would you jack off?"
"I don't… know," he said truthfully. "I don't think I… could. Not with you watching me."
"Say you will," Peggy pressured her buttocks against his straining member until she felt it in the crevice of her cheeks. "Say you'll jack off, dear… and I'll let you look at me… naked!"
"Well…" Larry hesitated bashfully.
"I'll pose for you, Larry," Peggy offered. "I'll take my dress off and pose any way you want – just like those pictures – if you'll jack your cock off."
Larry agreed to manipulate his penis in exchange for his mother to expose herself in various positions. Giggling lewdly, Peggy pulled herself free from atop his small body and sat on the bed. She lifted her knees, spreading them out wide, her dress bunched about her waist. "See," she said in growing excitement. "I'll do it, Larry… I'll show you everything you want to see. Do you like looking at it? Doesn't it make you get hard… don't it make you want to jack off, Larry?"
The young boy stared at the open crotch of his mother, his fingers fumbling at the zipper of his faded jeans. He pulled his throbbing penis free and wrapped his hands about the shaft. Staring between her thighs at the bushy, moist vaginal lips, he slowly rubbed both his hands up and down his penis.
"Take off those pants, dear," Peggy said, her eyed glued to the swollen head of his member. "Take off all your clothes. I like to see you naked, also."
No longer bashful, Larry removed his pants and sat on the bed with legs wide. His penis jutted out before him, his testicles swollen tightly into his groin. He did not have much pubic hair yet, and his mother's breath caught in her throat as she stared at him. She lifted the worn dress from her body, tossing it aside and sat there, completely naked as her son's eyes roamed hotly about the trembling flesh. He saw the huge nipples set in the center of her large breasts, and her belly quivered as his eyes moved down to stare into the spread lips of her hairy vagina.
"Isn't this much better than using pictures, Larry?" she said, watching as his fist began to pump up and down his organ. "Isn't your mother… I mean, wouldn't you rather look at me and jack off?"
"Yes," Larry panted, thrilling to the lewd exposure as he masturbated himself. He leaned back on one hand, his other moving faster and faster as he gazed from trembling breasts to hairy crotch. "Better much better."
"That's it, darling," Peggy said soothingly with passion, her eyes flaming in bright lust as she observed his every movement. "Jack off… jack your lovely prick off for Mother… make it shoot out that… stuff, come make yourself come, darling… look at Mother's pussy and come off…"
"Uh… uh… uh…" Larry grunted in a strained voice. He could feel the juices bubbling inside his testicles as he stared at his mother's moist and quivering vaginal lips, seeing the tiny clitoris peek obscene at him from the pink folds. "Now… I'll come… now!"
Quickly, Peggy reached out a hand and caught the first squirt of his sperm. Holding her hand at the tip of his penis, she watched intensely as his young semen spurted forth and pooled in glistening whiteness in her palm. Larry jerked harder and harder until he finally dribbled to an ooze. With her thumb, his mother wiped the last drop of his fluid from the small hole, then taking a cloth from the bed-side table, she wiped her hand clean.
"Next time," she said, slipping her dress over her head, "when you want to jack off, dear, you just let me know. You can throw those pictures away now, can't you? It's so much better to have the real thing to look at, isn't it?"
Larry happily agreed.
"You better get your pants on, darling," she said lovingly. "Your father will be home soon, and we can't let him know about this."
George came home about two hours after the incestuous masturbation between mother and son, grumbling that there were no jobs available. He was grumpy the rest of the day, mumbling aloud where their next meal was coming from. As the evening wore on, he became aware of the different relationship between his son and wife. He noticed that Peggy was always finding some excuse to brush against Larry, and once she bent over and kissed his forehead, something she had not done in years.
Larry, being young and somewhat innocent, lay on the floor attempting to peek up his mother's dress occasionally. When Peggy realized what he was trying to do, she slumped on the chair and parted her thighs slightly, keeping a wary eye on her husband. George knew something strange was going on, but what it was he wasn't sure. Then he understood that his wife was deliberately trying to give their son a glance at her genitals. Pretending to read the want ads of the evening paper, he watched from the corner of his eyes. He saw his son's groin swell, realizing the boy was getting an erection. Looking at his wife, the strange behavior of the two finally dawned on him. He didn't know how far they had gone, but he knew one thing his wife was teasing their son by exposing herself deliberately.
Instead of being horrified, he began to formulate a plan in his mind. He wanted to know how far they had gone in this little game of theirs. And along with his plan, he found himself with the strongest urge ever to take his son's penis into his mouth and fellate him to completion.
When George first became aware of his homosexual attraction to his young son, he was tormented almost out of his mind. He had never been exposed to a homosexual relationship in his life – indeed he had never felt attracted to another male in any form. He fought the growing desire as much as possible, finally giving in to fantasies whereby he could do as he pleased with the young boy without fear of accusations and repercussions.
The next afternoon, he announced he was going out to look for a job again, saying he would not be back until late that evening – he wanted to give them plenty of time. He got into the battered sedan and drove a few blocks from the house. There, he parked the car and entered the alley at the rear of his home. Silently moving to the back of the house, he peered into windows until he found them.
There, before his eyes, on his own bed, he saw his wife and young son. Peggy was absolutely naked, as was Larry. His son was sprawled on the bed, his head leaning on the foot-board, staring at his mother. His small fist was moving up and down his stiff penis. George looked at his wife, who was facing the headboard, her head down on a pillow, but peering back at her son as he masturbated.
She had her knees up under her stomach, and Larry was gazing in lustful hunger at her hair-fringed vagina and spread buttocks. From his position, George saw his wife's anus constrict as her vaginal lips pulsed with a life of their own. He could see the beads of moisture forming on the copper-colored pubic hairs that rimmed the pink lips, then he turned his eyes back to his son. His tongue wiped across his lips as he observed the small fist move up and down the swollen rod. Immediately, his own organ jerked into a tremendous, throbbing hardness unlike any he had ever experienced. His homosexual desires burst into a full, roaring flame as he watched the lewd scene on his bed.
Then his wife's voice came to him through the open window.
"Tell me when you're ready, darling," she said with excitement, wagging her upraised buttocks toward her son. "Tell Mother when you're ready to come. I'll catch it again! We can't make a mess on the bed your father might see it and begin to wonder."
"Now, Mother!" Larry shouted, his fist jerking faster and faster. "Now… I'm coming now!"
Quickly, Peggy twisted around and cupped her hands at the end of his penis, her breath heaving with excitement as the hot liquid gushed out to collect in a thick pool. "Wonderful, darling…" she moaned, her eyes gleaming with insane lust as spurt after spurt flew into her hands. "Come… come off for Mother… shoot it out… jack your cock off, darling…"
George was not repulsed by what he had seen… just the opposite. Silently creeping from the window, he went to a bar and used the last remaining dollars in his pocket for beer. He sat at the end of the bar, away from the other men. He had much to think about and what he was going to do.
It was late evening when he returned home, pretending not to have found a job again. He tried to keep his eyes off his young son, but he found himself time and again looking down at the boy's crotch. Peggy had washing to do and was in another part of the house, otherwise George was certain he would have seen their little games again.
When Peggy went to bed, she immediately dropped off into an exhausted sleep. She had been neglecting her housework until evening since she had become sexually involved with her son. George stayed awake, waiting until he was certain his wife was sound asleep. Once her breasts were falling and rising in even rhythm, he tossed the sheet from his body. Wearing only his shorts, he crept into his son's bedroom and sat down on the edge of the bed. Moonlight streamed in the open window, and his son looked so very young as he slept. George reached out and brushed a lock of hair from the smooth forehead, causing Larry to stir in his sleep.
Being summer – and an extremely hot one – Larry was covered with only a thin sheet, and his small body was outlined in the pale light. As George looked down on his sleeping son, he felt the passion stirring in his groin. Reaching into the fly of his shorts, he pulled forth his semi-erect organ. Wrapping his fingers about the penis, he began to slowly masturbate. For a long time he looked at the boy, working his penis until it was now a hard, swollen instrument of hot desire.
Reaching out a hand, George slipped the sheet from his son's body, exposing the naked lad fully. His eyes found the limp organ laying across one smooth thigh, with the small testicles cupped between. Unable to control himself now that he was so close to his object, George reached out and cupped the flaccid penis. He lifted the wrinkled organ and wrapped his hand about it. He started to move his hand up and down in rhythm with his masturbating hand on his own organ. Larry sighed and moaned in his sleep, tossing about until his thighs were spread wide. The small organ began to stiffen up, growing in the warm palm of George.
Bending over the slumbering boy, George peered down at the now throbbing member. His passion had become so great, he was unconcerned about his son waking up and finding him there. He wanted him to wake up… to understand what he, his father, wanted to do with him. "Larry?" George whispered urgently, working his hand up and down the smooth, stretched flesh. "Larry, wake up! Wake up, boy!"
"Wha…" Larry mumbled sleepily, his eyes coming open and seeing his father bending over his lower body. "Daddy? What do you want?"
"This, Son," George whispered. "This is what I want! I want to play with your prick!"
Surprised, but not ashamed, Larry looked down at his father's hand that cupped his penis so hotly, then he turned and saw his father masturbating the thick, huge organ between his hairy thighs. "You like to to jack off, Daddy?" he asked in a low voice. "I like to make myself come…"
"Not often, Son," George said. "But I'd like to jack you off… you're not afraid?"
"No," Larry whispered back. "I like you doing this. Are you going to jack me off?"
"Maybe," George replied. "Maybe I'll do something else, instead."
"Like the pictures, huh, Dad?"
"What do you mean, Son?"
"I had some pictures," Larry whispered. "They showed naked men and women doing things to each other. Some of the women were using their mouths on the men."
George chucked. "Yes, something like that. Would you like it if I used my mouth on you? I mean would you enjoy having me suck your cock?"
"Oh, yes!" Larry said louder, then whispering again, "I'd like that very much, Dad. I've never had that done to me before."
"I bet you've been diddling that little girl next door, haven't you?" George laughed.
"No… not me," Larry confessed. "I wanted to but she said I was too little."
"I wouldn't say that, Son," George pulled on the hard penis of his son. "You have a mighty fine prick here. Why don't you show it to her… then she'll change her mind, I bet."
"Do it, Dad," Larry urged. "Do it to me… use your mouth on my cock!"
In answer, George dropped his head down and opened his lips. He sucked in the swollen, smooth head of his son's penis and began to suck it as if he had experience. His intense desires guided him, and he swirled his tongue around the shaft and head as his lips moved up and down in swift hunger. He tickled Larry's testicles with his fingers as he sucked, wanting to bring forth the young semen of his son into his devouring mouth and throat. Moist sucking sounds came from his tightly clasping lips as his head bobbed up and down, his hand continuing the rapid up and down movement on his own throbbing member. Then, to his happy surprise, he felt his son's hand shove between his thighs and cup his hairy testicles. George spread his legs apart, removing his hand when he felt the fingers of his son travel up to take over the masturbating motions.
Holding his father's penis tightly, Larry jerked up and down on it, and his mind boiled over with his second desire. Now, after having seen his mother totally naked and masturbated while watching her, he was realizing his last desire of manipulating his father's organ. His joy was complete with being fellated by George at the same time.
"I'm going to… come, Dad!" Larry squealed in a high pitched voice, unmindful of waking his mother. "You want me to… come in your… mouth? I can't hold it back any longer!"
For an answer, George began to twist his tongue around the jerking penis in a frenzy. He swallowed the head of his son's penis deeply into his throat and then sucked up the length of the shaft quickly. He was rewarded by a flood of thick, steaming semen that spewed forth into his mouth. Swallowing greedily and noisily, be gulped the fluids down, going back for more. Larry beat up and down his father's penis in a tight vise made by his eager fingers. He felt his father's organ jerk and knew from his own experience that it was going to erupt. "You too, Dad!" he squealed in delight. "You're coming… too!"
The thick, white liquid spurted out, falling back to coat Larry's pumping hand with sticky substance. Larry jerked furiously, wanted his father to have a nice orgasm, then maybe he would suck him again.
Taking his mouth from his son's deflated penis, George looked into his son's eyes and found his answer. No longer would he have to live in a fantasy world of homosexual desire for his son. Now it had been done… he had sucked the boy off! "Did you like that, Son?" he smiled tenderly, patting the soft and unless organ. "Did you like me sucking you off?"
"Yeah, Dad," Larry said, wiping his hand on the sheet. "How about you? Did I jack you off okay?"
"Fine, Son… just fine," George stood up, replacing his penis inside his shorts. "Maybe tomorrow we'll do it again, huh?"
"Okay!" Larry said happily, pulling the sheet back over his naked body. "Good night, Dad."
George left his son's bedroom and entered his own bed. Peggy was still sound asleep, and George wondered where they were headed. He knew their respective secrets would eventually come out… and when that happened, he wasn't sure how things would go.
He should not have worried. Not with his son around.
Larry was not as concerned about what had happened to him as his parents. Just the opposite, in fact. He was happy now, and he was not as shy as he had been. He no longer studied constantly, but hung around his parents whenever they were both home. If only one was in the house at any given time, he was quick to initiate a sexual relationship. He took to teasing one or the other when the family was together, trying to make them blush in shame as each attempted to hide their conduct from the other. Mother and father did not want to discipline the young boy, each afraid it would injure the incestuous relations they had established.
Peggy was now the only one unaware of the homosexual doings of her husband and son, but Larry was developing ideas about bringing everything into the open. About two weeks after his father's homosexual initiation, Larry was sprawled on the floor, thumbing through dog-eared comic books. Peggy and her husband were sitting on the couch, watching reruns on television. With a wicked smile, Larry rolled onto his back and looked up at his parents. "Say, Dad…" he said, a wicked smile on his face.
"Yes, Son?" George said, not looking at his son, interested in what was happening on the flickering screen of the television set.
"Let me watch you fuck Mom?" Larry said loudly.
"Wha…" Peggy's breath caught in her throat, her face turning red with shock. "Larry! Shame on on you!"
"Gosh, Mom," Larry pouted. "You made me throw my pictures away… how else can I jack off?"
"Larry!" Peggy's voice rose as she glanced guiltily at her husband. "What's come over you? Where did you ever…"
"I've got a hard on, Mom," Larry said, pulling the zipper of his pants and working his hand inside. He pulled forth his erect penis and wrapped his fingers about it. "Gosh, you can't expect a fellow to go around with this thing, can you?"
George was amused at his wife's shock, and he smiled knowingly at her. "He's right, Peg," he said. "The boy can't walk around with a swollen cock. Why don't you get naked and pose for him?"
"George!" Peggy's embarrassment was deep as she realized her husband was aware of her activities with Larry. "What a thing to say!"
"Come off it, Peg," George said. "I've known about you two for a couple of weeks now. Don't act so fucking shocked!"
Peggy looked from her husband to her son, comprehension flooding her mind. "You knew… then why didn't…?"
"I say something?" George finished for her. "Why the hell should I? Larry enjoyed himself… and you, too!"
"You aren't mad…"
"Shit, no! I don't care what you do," George said. "As long as you keep it in the family."
Larry, amused at the way he had brought things to a head, was slowly working his fist up and down his jutting penis. "You going to fuck her, Dad?" he said. "You going to let me watch you fuck her?"
"You want to see, then you can see," George replied, turning to his wife. "Let's show Larry, honey. After all, it won't be anything new he'd be seeing, right?"
"Well…" Peggy hesitated, then smiled. "You're right, George. He's seen all of me, already… why not let him watch us fuck?"
They began to strip and Larry watched avidly. Once his mother and father were naked, he removed his own clothes. Peggy sprawled out on the couch, her right leg dangling to the floor, the left arched over the rear of the cushions. Her hair-lined vagina was moist already as her passion grew at the prospect of their son observing them copulate. She reached for the immense length of her husband's penis and pulled it to her. With ease, George slid his member into her pulsating vagina. Larry moved behind them, getting on his knees and watching with intensity as his father's penis entered his mother's orifice.
"All the way, Dad!" he shouted gleefully. "Fuck her all the way! Give her some cock up that cunt! Fuck the pies out of her! Make her come, make her shit…"
Peggy giggled at the lewd words her son was shouting, arching her crotch up to meet the thrusting penetration of her husband's penis. She felt his hairy testicles slap at her clenching buttocks as she slipped her hands around his hips to grip him firmly by the cheeks. "Do it, darling!" she giggled again. "Do what he said fuck the shit out of me… fuck my cunt hole…"
"Tell him, Mom!" Larry laughed, watching his father's buttocks heave up and down, seeing the long length slide in and out of the tightly clasping lips of his mother's vagina. "Tell him to fuck you…"
Larry reached out with one hand and cupped his father's testicles, bouncing them in his hand. The other hand snaked out to fondle his mother's bouncing and tossing buttocks. His excitement became overwhelming. Eagerly, he dropped his father's testicles and spread the cheeks of his mother's buttocks, peering at the brown pucker of her anus. He shoved a finger against the resisting flesh and pressing hard, entered the tight hole. "Hey, Mom!" Larry shouted, his lust flowing over at this first actual contact with her genitals. "You want me to finger-fuck your asshole?"
Peggy squealed as the finger penetrated her rectum, arching her hips high into the air to savor the deep thrusts of her husband's organ. "Yes! Yes!" she cried, tossing her head back and forth below her husband's face. "Do it to me, Larry! Finger-fuck my asshole good… God, it's… goooddd!"
"Fuck that shit!" George bellowed. He twisted suddenly, falling to the floor on his back. "Come here, Peg! You get on top and fuck…"
Peggy moved swiftly, straddling her husband and dropping down onto his jutting penis. She groaned as it filled her vagina with its heat. Laying across his chest, she began smothering his face with kisses. Larry watched wide-eyed as his mother's buttocks bounced and gyrated in a wild dance of copulating fury. Her tiny anus seemed to wink at him. Before the idea could be formed in his mind, his father shouted. "Come on, Larry boy! You might as well get into her, too! Fuck her asshole, boy!"
"Yes! Yes!" Peggy shouted agreement enthusiastically, her bottom pumping swiftly. "You, too, Larry! Fuck me… fuck my asshole… it won't hurt… it's good… Daddy does it to me… at times… come on, fuck your mother's asshole… Daddy will fuck her cunt… her boiling pussy!"
Willing and eager, the thirteen-year-old boy dropped behind his mother's spread buttocks. Grasping his penis in one hand, he shoved his pelvis forward and pressed against the small opening. Peggy relaxed her sphincter muscles and sighed contentedly as her son rammed far into her rectum. "Good… so Goddamn good… so Goddamn fucking good… two cocks… two lovely pricks fucking me… together… fuck me, fuck me… ream my asshole, Larry… fuck my cunt, George… God, oooohhh God! Heaven… absolute heaven… UH… UH… AAAAHHHH OOOOOOO…"
Being buffeted like a rag doll between her husband and son created such exquisite torture for her, she almost swooned from the delicious sensations that enveloped her naked body. She tried to gyrate her hips in rhythm with the double insertion of her body, but she found it impossible. All she could do was lay there across her husband's chest, giving free rein to the thrills they were giving her. She moaned and murmured incoherently, unable to even give voice to her lust. She became a mass of quivering flesh, unable to respond to the intense pleasure that tingled throughout her body. All she knew was the double copulation of her son and husband. She was in a world of her own a world where nothing existed except twin male organs that battered her body brutally. The swirling fog of passion blinded her eyes until she could no longer see the contorted face of her husband below her.
George arched high, driving deeply into her pulsating vagina, feeling his son's penis rub against his through the thin membrane that separated them. This friction – this knowledge of his son's organ so close to his own – set up the smoking volcano of his fires until they became a roaring blaze.
Larry, indulging in his first intercourse, was too thrilled to notice any one but himself. The tightness of his mother's rectum wrapped about his swiftly moving penis, the hardness of his father's organ rubbing at him, caused his mind to go blank, leaving only the intense sensations of young, innocent passion to grow and grow in his body. Plunging deep and hard into his mother's willing rectum, he bruised her white, round buttocks with his pelvis, unmindful of any pain she may feel.