Chapter 12
Candi entered the house very quietly by the back door. The car was still gone, so John would be over seeing Sarah Winter, catching up on his fucking. But a light in the living room drew her on tiptoe through the kitchen. She peeked into the big room, seeing Dick on the sofa, his prick out, his hand sliding up and down on the thick, wet-knobbed shaft.
He was staring down at a girlie magazine while he played with his outfit. Poor kid! In spite of the sweet, satisfied flow through her whole body, the burn of Henry's mouth still on her lips, Candi felt a twinge of that old, filthy desire. John and Earl were wise enough to wangle their own fucking, but Dick needed pussy, too.
As soon as John came home she was going to have a showdown with him. She was going steady whether he liked it or not. Meanwhile, she wanted to help her younger brother, somehow! All that jism about to be shot out in the air, that young hard cock going to waste...
From now on nobody fucks me except Henry, she thought, shivering. Until he calls it off, that is. I suppose I'll last the summer and then he'll start dating some other chick! Teddie sure wants to fuck him! So do a lot of girls, but right now I've got the inside track! Ohhhh, I went off seven times. He filled two rubbers clear full of jism! He fucked me twenty minutes before he got his second cum! Dreamy!
Her foot accidentally struck a chair, Dick cursed and started to zip up his pants.
"Oh, don't stop, honey," Candi said, moving into the room. "After all, I've seen your prick."
He blushed and his cock tensed. He stared at her as if he were seeing one of those girlies in the magazine.
"Well, shit, you won't give me any," he muttered. "Teddie, she called, but she couldn't come over here with you gone."
"I was out with a boyfriend," Candy said. "We're going steady and there isn't going to be any more incest around here-not with me!"
"You sound pretty uppity," Dick scowled. "Dad'll tan your ass! He said you couldn't date till you were sixteen."
"Well, I've got him by the balls," Candi laughed. Oh, she felt so good about Henry! "But I'll help you out a little, honey. You're not like John and Earl."
He stared. "You mean-you'll let me get some?"
"No fucking," she giggled. "But I'll play with it and suck it. Then in a few days I'll line you up with Teddy, okay?"
"Yeahhhhhh!" he exclaimed. "Boy, you're some neat sister." He looked at her hard, again. "You sure look sexy today!"
After the delicious fuck with Henry, Candi had freshened herself at a service station John, and she had repaired her hair and makeup. She felt sexy, too. She remembered something she had heard about a well-fucked girl-it always showed. She moved over in front of Dick, lifted her miniskirt and wiggled her ass. Her pantyhose was hardly stained, she had taken them off before the big scene with Henry.
"Yeahhhhh!" Dick breathed, his cock hardening up high again.
I'll practice! Candi thought. I gotta be real with it for my steady! He said one of these times he would sneak me into a motel in Boise, and we could fuck all day! I sure would like to get horned on a bed, just once!
"Look at my cunt and shoot me a big load, honey!" she giggled.
Dick shuddered, his hand started sliding up and down on his cock. She was still kind of turned on after her long session with Henry, the huge pink knob looked just wonderful. In fact, it was starting to look almost too good!
"Not in here, stud," Candi said. "We better go outside."
"Shiiiiiit, I'm about to go off!" Dick gasped, staring at Candi's cunt in the clinging, revealing pantyhose. His fingers gripped his huge cock, the foreskin slipped down, the whole slick glans enlarged.
"Well, get off, then!" Candi exclaimed, twitching her ass suggestively. She spread her thighs, feeling more juice ooze from her still-puffy cunt lips. She had just been fucked out in the woods and here she was getting another hard-on! Dick was kind of special.
She dropped to her knees between his legs and she opened her lips and lowered her mouth toward the big, tensing knob. His hand came away from the shaft, she placed her fingers around it, and his hips arched upward. He shook, his nuts drew up, his cock flexed in Candi's grip.
Oh, I need that squirt in my cunt! she thought. But it's too late for this one! I can feel his prick getting ready!
She fastened her hungry mouth to his prickhead and sucked greedily!
"UGHHHHH-fuuuuuuuck!" he cried hoarsely.
The apple of his sex throbbed, he groaned again and then she felt the sweet spurt of his cum in her throat! His legs quivered, his hips tried to lift, he flopped back on the sofa, lost in his go-off thrills. Ohhh, it was groovy taking a splash of jism in her mouth, feeling the cock pulse! She was doing it for her own young brother, but he would never have his prick in her cunt again. She was losing this in-family craving, it was not making her blow her mind. I'm glad now we didn't go outside, I was ready to strip and let him pump that load up in me! I'm through with that stuff. I'm saving my cunt for my big, handsome boyfriend! This was a good test! I can resist my own flesh and blood from now on!
She stood up and ran for the bathroom, spitting his jism into the sink and washing it down. She rinsed out her mouth with eater. Her cunt was still itchy, but she could ease it with her fingers, later. She had just won a victory, she was proud of herself.
Marsha Lawton heard her son Henry enter the big ranch house and her clit began to tremble. He was back from his Sunday date. He would have some strength and virility left for her! He always did. Her husband, Cecil, was out of town. The cook and housekeeper were gone and she and her handsome son had the whole place to themselves.
She rested comfortably on a chase longue at the poolside patio, wearing a very mini-bikini. It was a fine, warm evening, just right for some nice outdoor fucking. A deeply padded striped sun-bathing mattress was nearby, with several pillows, a couple of towels...
Marsha was past the stage of feeling terribly guilty about her lust for her only son. It happened, and one day it would end, too. He was growing up fast. He was getting more pussy on the outside-but she knew one thing. Whoever finally got him would land an accomplished lover. She had trained him.
She was thirty-six, her figure was still good, and Cecil got all the cunt he could use, which was only about twice a month any more. He was fifty-five. She had been a model and showgirl in her younger years. Cecil had taken her out of a Las Vegas girlie lineup and married her. That he had lots of land and money did make a difference to a smart girl.
Thankfully, she could have no more children. Something had happened to her feminine apparatus following Henry's birth. Nothing to worry about there. As she heard him walk onto the patio, saw him suddenly standing there, big and virile, her cunt began to leak hot juices.
"I thought you'd never get here, honey," she smiled, letting her thighs open. She knew she looked her best in the subdued lighting; her long blonde hair reached her shoulders, the bikini halter cuddled her shapely breasts alluringly, her cunt was clearly limned by the mini-panty. She had a smooth tan, her makeup was on right.
"I'm a little pooped," he said, dropping into a deck chair.
"You know those young girls can't give you all you need," she laughed. They always made their sex a kind of fun thing. Getting heavy with her own son was murder. After their first few fucks, she had considered running away with him, but then the money would not be coming in. Even an incestuous broad had to use her head. Cecil was a fine provider, he loved the way she fucked, she could still cum with him. Even though she dreamed about Henry's cock.
"We ought to knock this shit off one of these days," he muttered, lighting a cigarette. "Somebody's going to find out, and-"
She writhed her beautiful ass on the chaise lounge. He looked, he always did. She was a very voluptuous mother. She knew how to stiffen a cock.
"I know, we've said that before." She arched her titties out and opened her thighs invitingly. "It's been a whole week, honey. I'm horny as hell!"
Henry shuddered, the old allure of his beautiful mother reaching his groin, enlarging his prick. He was still amazed by young Candi Eller's wild responses, the urge to slide the fucking condom off and bury his last wad deep in her twitching cunt had been almost irresistible!
"Come on, undress," she urged. "Nobody within miles of us-you know that."
He nodded. She liked to fuck him after a date with a young chick; he could last longer, and that was her thing, all kinds of hot, sliding prick. His prick. Something was happening to him, though. Candi had got to him, he was nuts about her. That young, tender, snug pussy was out of sight. Even if he couldn't enjoy the feel of bare, hot cunt around his meat.
"Say, you're not up as big as usual, honey!" she giggled, staring at his strong, tanned body, the thick beautiful prick. It was quite true that she had not fucked him for a while week, but she did not count the little midweek date she had enjoyed in Boise with a fifteen-year-old redheaded chick she had picked up and taken to a motel. She loved a girl-girl party every once in a while.
"This girl I had out, Candi Eller, is a terrific piece," he grinned.
She frowned. "I think I know her-she can't be old enough to screw! Pretty as a picture, though. I'm glad you're picking the cute ones."
"She's something else," he admitted. "She really goes off hard!"
"Why, you stud, you!" she giggled. "Why don't you bring her out here and let me see her, if you're that hot for her."
I've seen her down town a few times, Marsha thought, trembling. I'd like to hustle her pussy myself! She can't be over eleven or twelve. Too young to marry, so I won't worry about that for a while. Still, if I talked to her and smoothed things out, maybe we could both fuck her! Nobody around here even suspects I'm two-way, but I don't think it would shock Henry too much if he found out.
"Yeah!" he grinned, very pleased at her suggestion. "You'll like her, Mom."
"Please just call me Marsha, honey," she laughed. "It's more fun that way." She held her arms out. "Come on, I'm dying for a nice, long fuck!"
He shuddered, his cock rising to its full bigness. Juice was bubbling from his knob, his prick ached for sweet, hot, bare cunt. She had taught him how to handle a chick, how to get the most out of a screw.
He moved to the chaise lounge, dropped to his knees at her right, using a pillow she had conveniently placed there for just that purpose, and began to fondle her lush, smooth curves. She took great care of her body. She swam and exercised and took slimming courses at a Boise health spa.
But tonight he was seeing a few tell-tale age lines along her throat, her well-cared-for tits did not stick out like Candi's. They still tensed his cock, though-they firmed away up when she started turning on good. And she could really tighten her cunt!
Her tongue flicked out, he homed in on her sensual mouth and slid his right hand along her warm belly to her bikini panties. Every broad liked the preliminary fondling and feeling, she had coached him well! As he pressed his mouth down and felt her knowing tongue search the inside of his lips, her shiver of excitement when he eased his hand inside her bikini panties, he found himself thinking about the impulsive, young, hungry way Candi kissed.
When I pop my nuts I'll dream about her dainty quivering cunt! he thought. I might as well keep fucking Marsha a few more years, she's in heat every few days, and Dad's getting too old for her. Candi won't ever have to know.
Marsha felt his fingers move the panty back far enough to really play with her cunt, his knowing hand cupped her mons, she felt her long clitoris stiffen and ache sweetly. She moaned into his mouth, her tongue sliding like a prick in a pussy, and arched her crotch upward. He was good! He had a natural touch, she had told him which zones to caress, all along the ridge of her clit, out to the swelling tip, and then in on her urethra.
These sixteen-year-old studs never got enough cunt, it was all they thought of, his shiver of need sent sparkly thrills along her opening thighs and up to her tender, peaking tits. She arched them upward, loosening the mini-halter. Her nipples ached for kisses! Her inner vagina was already twitching with expectation. As he eased his long finger into her cunt she moaned again and uphunched. She clenched her muscles on his digit. Dreamy! She loved a couple of tickle-cums before a fuck.
His mouth lifted, he kissed her throat and headed his lips for her swelling tits. He worked his finger sweetly in her shivery, eager cunt. No wonder he got lots of young, fresh pussy. He was terrific! They vibed together as if they were almost the same age.
"Ohhhhh, that's good!" she breathed, hunching up again. She reached down and found his big, hard, wonderful prick, all wet on the knob. She teased it gently, feeling his delicious tremor of excitement. Now his thumb was on her clit, rolling the covered ridge while his long Finger stayed in her cunt. His lips enclosed a tingling nipple, he sucked it far up in his mouth, he teased it with his tongue. OHHHH, it had been too long since their last fuck-much too long!
"You're getting better with my pussy every time, honey!" she panted.
Henry trembled. If she knew who's pussy I was thinking about she wouldn't be so hot! Jeeeesus, I can't wait till tomorrow when I can see Candi again. I wish to hell she could come and live here! No mother around, no woman to confide in. Maybe her old man would go for it!
"OHHH, OHH, honey-I'm cumming!" Marsha cried, her nipple stiffening in his lips, Her long legs kicked, creaking the bed, her breasts heaved, her inner cunt began to twitch and clasp his Finger.
"Bust a big one, baby!" he muttered against her beautiful, swollen-high tits. He knew what words she liked best. "Break your nuts! Go offfffff!"
Her hand clutched his tumid cock, he felt the rich throbs of her cum-shot, heard her whimpers of sensual delight, and he could almost hear Candi whining and blowing her cute little cunt!
"OHHHH, OHHH, OHHH, fuuuuuck!" Marsha cried fiercely. The swift, wrenching throbs of her climax shook her whole beautiful body. She never did it halfway, when she got her pistol popped, she shot a whole bunch of bullets! She went almost as wild on his finger as on his cock!
"Ughhhh-oh, oh, oh, ohhh!" she gasped, hunching through her peak and softening as the shakes of her relief quivered her legs and arms and tits. "You make me cum so good and hard, honey!"
"Want some of this big prick now, baby?" he breathed around a nipple.
"Ohhh, shit, yes!" she gasped. "Get down on the mattress, honey. On your back. I'm going to fuck you till you holler uncle!"
He raised up, drawing his finger from her slick, puffy cunt. He looked down at her beauty, remembering the first time she had slipped into his darkened bedroom when he had been twelve years old. At first it had scared the shit clear out of him! Warm and fragrant, she had crawled right in beside him, her hand finding his cock, her lips hot on his cheek.
He had been fucking her now, off and on, for over four years. If Candi ever discovered that his balls would be cooked. No chick could ever put up with a guy who screwed his own beautiful mother-no way!
He sank down on the striped deck mattress, watching Marsha lift the halter away and slide the bikini panties down her long, full thighs. Her cunt was hairless, she had done something to remove her bush, because next to fucking she loved to have her box nibbled and tongued. She had shown him how to do that, too. And she was an expert at fellatio.
She had said it many times. "Honey, I'm built for fun, I'm sexy, and I want all of it I can get-with the very right people!"
He had never heard of her cheating on Cecil, although she often drove into Boise alone. If she sneaked any on the side, she was damned careful about it. One thing he had noticed, though. She seemed to like girlie magazines almost as much as he did...