"So," Betsy Underwood said while her brother cringed, "you didn't have the balls to fuck me while we were both still kids but now I walk in on you fucking my daughter."
"Wh-what can I say, Sis?" Matt stammered.
"The truth, Uncle Matt," Millie coaxed. "Just tell mom the truth."
"Well, you heard her," Betsy said. "You already fucked Millie, so now why don't you listen to her? Give me the truth, Matt, the God's honest truth."
Matt took a deep breath. "I-I just couldn't keep my hands off your little girl, Sis… and maybe that was wrong. But, all those years ago, when you wanted it so much and I ran away… maybe that was wrong, too."
He paused, taking an even deeper breath.
"Christ," he muttered, "I'm so fucking confused about what's wrong and what's right after this, I don't know what the truth is anymore."
Millie spoke up again, gently prodding her mixed-up uncle. "Don't know what they said when you two were kids, but these days it's simple. No more of that old-fashioned crap about what's right and wrong. Just boils down to one thing. The only mile that matters… is if it feels good, do it!"
Caught between the past and present, Matt looked yearningly at his sister.
"Like I said before, listen to Millie," Betsy calmly answered.
"Be honest, Uncle Matt. If you had it to do all over again, would you still fuck me?" Millie asked.
"Yes," Matt admitted with a gulp.
"Then what about mom?" Millie continued. "If you had another chance, would you go ahead this time and fuck her?"
Matt looked at his sister long and hard, then finally, as if his neck were stiff, he warily nodded. However, the real essence of his response could be seen in the other part of his body that had stiffened for his cock had become totally rigid again.
"And," Millie said, "if mom took you up on it right here and now?"
Matt couldn't answer, for he was speechless as he watched his sister doing just that-taking him up on it right here and now. What other reason could Betsy have for beginning to strip before his popping eyes?
"Yes, brother dear," she purred as her blouse dropped down her slender shoulders to reveal her bare tits, "this time there's nowhere for you to run. You're too old to join the Navy, and…"
Betsy's voice trailed off into a chuckle as she gestured toward the door. Millie was suddenly there, blocking the only exit so Matt was trapped in the bedroom.
"There's no way out of here."
Now Betsy briefly fussed with her skirt and made it fall. All she wore then was a pair of panties. They gave her a more striking appearance than if she'd been stark naked, not because they were so lacy and skimpy, but because they were a throwback to the earliest era of her shared youth with her brother.
"Girls don't wear these anymore," Betsy said of the white cotton briefs which hugged her loins, a telltale shadow at their crotch. "But they turned you on plenty in the old days, didn't they, Matt? Seems to me I remember more that a few pairs of mine missing when I was just around Millie's age."
"Yeah, Sis, I took 'em," Matt sheepishly confessed.
"When they were nice 'n' dirty… like, mmmm, this?" murmured Betsy, rubbing her squishing pussy through the snug fabric.
A wet stain abruptly began to spread between her thighs. If Betsy kept it up, she was bound to make herself climax.
"I'll bet you used to jack off in my panties, didn't you, Matt?" Betsy moaningly teased. And when her brother nodded that he had, she added, "But only after I'd come in them first, kiddo, before you got around to stealing them. Like, ahhhh, this."
Her orgasm was immediate. Female cum leaked down her sleek inner thighs like an extremely sticky form of piss.
"Mmmmm, just think of it, Matt," sighed Betsy, "my cum and your cum all mingled in the same place. Just too bad it had to be in my silly little cotton panties instead of inside my horny cunt. "
"God, Sis, I'm ready!" Matt rasped, his whole body straining along with his cock as he left the bed to close the distance between Betsy and him. "I'll make it up to you."
"Then you'll have to get past these for once and for all," Betsy teased, flaunting the stained panties.
Her brother reached for her but Betsy playfully darted around him, scampering to the bed he'd just left. There she swiftly peeled the panties off, seeming at first to have changed her mind about making Matt get past them. But then she imaginatively put them to use in a way designed to drive him just a little bit more crazy.
"Yes, if you want to finally fuck me, Brother Dear, my panties are the last thing left between my cunt and your cock," Betsy called, virtually hypnotizing Matt with her current behavior.
Her knees were pulled up to her tits, exposing her hairy cunt. In her right hand she held the last item of clothing. And while spreading her pussylips with her left hand, she began stuffing those girlish underpants inside her juicy cunt gash.
"Must've done this to more than one of the pair of panties you stole when we were kids, Matt. That's right, I would wad them all the way up in my cunt like this."
Slowly the cotton fabric disappeared within her pussy, first the waistband, then the elastic around the opening for her legs, and finally the gloriously stained crotch. With a crooked grin she next removed her hands, her pussylips closing to a swollen version of their normal position.
"Well, now the rest is up to you, Matt honey," Betsy beckoned, wiggling a crooked finger.
Pulled relentlessly forward by the magnetic attraction of his sister's kinky invitation, Matt returned to the bed. When he arrived, he climbed aboard and Betsy spread her legs in his face so the panties in her cunt peeked out from between her glistening cuntlips.
"I know you're not clumsy enough just to use your hands," Betsy chuckled when her brother's hot breath caressed her inner thighs.
Matt knew exactly what she meant, he'd have to have been deaf, dumb and blind not to. And even then, the momentum provided by his flaring nostrils as he smelled his sister's fragrantly waiting cunt would have led him to the choice that made the most erotic sense.
"Ooooh, that's right, soooo right!" Betsy swooned as her brother's hungry mouth sealed her welcoming pussy and Matt turned on the suction. "Suck, suck, suck! Suck my little girl's cotton panties right out of my hot, woman's cunt! Suck them out so you can make room for your cock and finally fuck me!"
The sound of Matt's eager slurping filled the room. The panties were dislodged from his sister's cunt and pulled halfway into his mouth, part of them dangling down his chin along with dribbling spit and pussyjuice.
"Mmmmm, don't stop now. Feels too good to stop. Won't let you stop now," Betsy lustily gusted.
She reared up beneath her brother, abruptly rolling them over so their positions were reversed. Now on top of the action, Betsy swiveled around in a half-circle and moved in on Matt's crotch. As he continued sucking the panties out of her pussy, she returned the favor by beginning to suck his prick in a sister-brother sixty-nine.
Soon the panties fell completely away from the union of Matt's mouth and Betsy's cunt. She picked them up and brought them to her half of the action. Adding to the blow-job she was giving her brother, she wiped his ass and rubbed his balls with the soft cotton of her girlish underpants.
"Before I fuck you, Sis," Matt then groaned into the nest of Betsy's pussy, "I'm gonna have to come in your mouth first. We've sucked too much for me to hold it back anymore."
Betsy clearly had no worry that a mouthful of cum not might subtract a drop from a cuntful of cum she would get when they were ready to move from sucking to fucking. So she increased her oral pressure on her brother, deep-throating his entire cock. In addition she squeezed his balls with her panty-wrapped hand, priming the pump even more.
"Yeah, I'm boiling over!" Matt gurgled, sinking his tongue to the depths of his sister's cunt at one end of the action at the same time his prick erupted in her mouth at the other end.
So much jizz suddenly gushed from Matt's cock that at first Betsy's face swelled from the excess. But then she caught up with the creamy flow, matching every spurt with a gulping swallow. By the time Matt's balls were drained, she'd surrendered only a few stray drops of cum. These trickled from the corners of her sticky grin and when the sixty-nine was over, brother and sister faced one another again.
"God, Sis," Matt sighed, pussy-juice drooling from the corners of his mouth. "You sure as hell were worth the wait."
"But," Betsy teased, "seems to me like I'm still waiting."
She paused for a second, just long enough to change her tone to pure smoke.
"Fuck me, Matt, fuck me now!" she smoldered.
Then, jumping up on all fours, Betsy parted her asscheeks. Showcased between them, her cunt spread from the rear.
"That's right," she called over her shoulder. "Fuck me like I'm a bitch in heat. Dog-fuck me, Matt!"
Matt might have temporarily lost something off his hard-on when he came in Betsy's mouth, but once he saw her rear-spread cunt juicily waiting for his cock he got another hard-on that was like steel.
"You want my cock in your pussy fast or slow, Sis?" he asked, panting with anticipation.
"Rip me, stud, rip me!" Betsy urged.
Matt's cock surged toward its waiting target. Barging into Betsy's pussy, his cock was instantly buried to the root.
"You've got every inch now, Sis!" Matt rasped.
"Mmmmm, don't I know it," swooned Betsy, squeezing her pussy muscles around the length of her brother's hilted hard-on. "Now let's move… move… move!"
She had started rocking to and fro on her knees. Matt rhythmically matched her poetry in motion, rolling his hips along with her steady beat to whip up a furious brand of friction between cock and stud.
"Ahhhh, in and out… back and forth," Betsy moaned. "Never felt a bigger prick in my pussy."
"That's 'cause your pussy's so tight to begin with, Sis," Matt said, returning the compliment. "Your tight pussy'd make any guy seem extra-hung."
"Is my pussy as tight as Millie's?" Betsy asked.
"If I didn't know any better," Matt honestly answered, "I'd swear you were sisters. Twins. Close my eyes and I can hardly tell you apart in the sack."
Little did Matt know that Betsy had been counting on this sort of response from him. Unwittingly, he'd just set himself up for the next phase of the action.
"Twins, huh?" Betsy lilted. "Well, let's put it to the test. Go ahead, Matt, and do just that. Close your eyes."
Caught up in dog-fucking his sister, Matt had temporarily forgotten that his niece was still right there. But what Betsy now hinted at certainly got him to remember with a fresh rush of anticipation. And, shutting his eyes now, he was not disappointed.
Millie had returned to the bed to burrow in on the action from the rear. While her uncle's cock continued pumping into her mother's pussy, she stuffed both of Matt's hairy balls in her mouth and started sucking.
"You can still tell the difference between us now, 'cause we just started working together on you, Matt," Betsy told her brother. "But just keep those eyes closed and sooner or later we'll have you so mixed up that you won't know which of us you're doing what to or which of us is doing what to you."
"Shit, I must be dreaming!" Matt declared. "And if I am, damn, I hope I never wake up."
Clearly he was ready to have his mind blown by his sister Betsy and niece Millie. Mother and daughter went expertly to work.
They started by bringing the dog-fuck to its conclusion, since Matt could keep them straight as long as it was still going on. So now Betsy cork-screwed his prick in her cunt while Millie increased her suction on his nuts. In addition, the latter added a finger up her uncle's gritty asshole for some direct stimulation of the throbbing gland at the base of his cock and balls.
"Jesus, gonna bust wide open!" Matt bellowed.
His prick bucked and erupted in his sister's cunt, pouring forth liquid fire. Every spurt of the way, his niece was down below helping to milk his balls with her sucking and gouging finger up his ass.
Then, as his supply of jizz reached exhaustion, Matt weakened and breathed in ragged gusts. With sweat bathing his trembling body, the years seemed to be catching up with him.
"Man, oh, man," he wearily admitted, "don't know how much more of this I can take. Maybe you two are just too much of a good thing."
Betsy pulled away from in front, her brother's wilted cock flopping out from her swamped cunt. Millie released her uncle's aching balls and jerked her finger out of his asshole with a loud pop. It had been all that was holding Matt up and now he collapsed like a puppet whose strings had been cut.
"Shit," he moaned, "if only this'd happened to me when I was still a young enough stud to make it work for me all the way to the end."
After looking down at Matt, Millie shrugged, thinking they'd pushed him too far. But her mother bristled with enthusiasm.
"Perfect," Betsy confidently whispered. "We've got him right where we want him."
Then, signaling for her daughter to follow her lead, Betsy leaned down to Matt's lifeless crotch and started licking his limp cock and sagging nuts. Millie had her doubts it would work, but she'd learned not to underestimate her mother.
The tongues of mother and daughter now went to work in between Matt's legs. Soon his cock, balls and asshole had been slicked with warm female spit. Slowly but surely the signs of life began to reappear in his prick.
"Oh, God, I'm on the way back already," Matt announced. "Don't believe it, but I am. This time I really must be dreaming!"
He interrupted himself with a pleasurable shudder as the two female tongues lapped his prick, one up toward the head, the other down the shaft toward his balls. Then they switched directions, meeting at the midpoint of his cock. They worked together, dancing on his swelling cockhead and swooping down to each slurp a churning ball.
"Wow," Millie gasped in surprise when she saw his hard-on.
Her mother just winked at her and then went back to work, this time using her tits. Millie quickly joined in with hers. The four titties, each capped with a rigid nipple, squirmed all over Matt.
"I sure as hell have died and gone to heaven!" Matt crowed.
Then Betsy and Millie added to his pleasure, using their hairy pussies along with their tits to rub Matt into a panting frenzy. They were all over him now, nakedly slipping and sliding over his pinned-down body.
"Gotta fuck somebody!" he croaked. "Gotta get my cock into something tight and female before I waste the biggest load of jizz this old boy's ever had to shoot."
"You'll get all the fucking you can handle, maybe more," Betsy told her brother. "But you've got to meet our terms."
"Just name it!" Matt promised.
"Then open your eyes now, after you count to three," he was told. "You'll see what the deal is."
Matt agreed and rasped through the numbers. Then his eyes blinked open, focusing on the incredible sight awaiting him. Having hunched over with their backs turned, his sister and niece had hidden their faces under a blanket and hoisted their asses so their rear-spread cunts completely dominated their naked bodies.
"Christ, I can't tell one of you from the other!"
This was, of course, exactly what Betsy and Millie had intended.
"Damn, if I don't know one cunt from the other, what the hell?" Matt said, a grin creeping across his face. "I'll just go ahead and fuck them both and then try to figure out which cunt is which."
This was also, of course, exactly what Betsy and Millie had intended, knowing just how the macho Matt would react. After all the talk about them being more like twin sisters than mother and daughter, now they'd find out for sure whether their cunts were really identical, testing them by having both fucked by the same cock in a single session.
Matt went eagerly to work, his cock tireless. Back and forth he thrust between the pair of pussies, dog-fucking them both. However, it remained impossible for him to decide which cunt he was fucking at any given time.
Matt decided, though, that he'd have the last laugh. He waited until the dual friction generated by their cunts on his prick had his balls in an uproar, the dam between his legs ready to burst. That's when he reached forward to whip the blanket off their heads, exposing their faces.
"Watch the birdie!" he joked on the square, aiming his cock straight at their surprised expressions.
Then, after a single stroke, his hard-on gushed with a jetting stream of jizz. It rained down on Betsy and Millie, splattering their hair and dribbling down their features.
He laughed while his jizz continued to unload. "Since your cunts both did the job on my cock just the same, I figured you both ought to get my cum together, too."
Betsy and Millie accepted this without question. For it meant that indeed it was true, their pussies were totally alike. And now mother and daughter celebrated their equality by sharing Matt's jizz by licking it off one another, as his cock slowed to an oozing trickle.
This time Matt decided to just watch. At his age he guessed he ought to know when to quit. Betsy and Millie sure didn't, though. Before long they were curled in a lesbian sixty-nine. And at this point Matt changed his mind, acting as young as he felt instead of worrying about the calendar, following the lead of his teenaged hard-on as he jumped back into the action.