Chapter 6
Horror of horrors, what if her car should crash? That was just one of the questions Barbara was asking herself as she eased to a stop at the red light and waited for the green to give her permission to proceed to her turnoff. What if the police came, called to the scene of Barbara's as-yet hypothetical accident, finding not only Barbara but the boxes she now had on the seat next to her? What exactly would they think, seeing that black lace brassiere, black lace underpanties, black garter belt, black net stockings, and black patent-leather spiked heels? Hardly the costume one would have expected for a widow, now was it?
The blaring horn of the car behind her snapped her out of her reverie and told her that the light was green.
She gave gas to the car and headed out. She wasn't all that far from home. A few miles more, and she would be safely ensconced behind her own electric fences with no one to know what she had purchased. Most of her servants had the day off. Of course, Georgette might be a little curious, but Barbara was determined to keep even Georgette ignorant of these particular purchases. Barbara had already decided where to tuck the packages away so that no one would ever find them. At the moment, she was doubtful she would even unwrap the incriminating bundles.
What had ever possessed her to buy all of the black lace underwear? She must have been out of her mind! Especially since the only reason she had left the house at all that morning had been to make the purchases. Oh, she knew she had told herself otherwise. Her rationalization to both herself and Georgette had been that it was about time she started getting out and around just a little. She'd said she was going out for lunch.
Lunch? She hadn't even eaten lunch. She had parked her car in a downtown garage and had made a gradual approach to the specialty shop that sold everything from black lace undies to black leotards complete with tail.
She hadn't gone in immediately. As a matter of fact, she had even pretended genuine surprise when her window-shopping had suddenly brought her to the storefront displaying mannequins decked out in black leather brassieres, leather panties, and black leather boots, wearing black hoods and dangling wicked- looking whips. Ashamed that the leather and phallic whips somehow-for God only knew what reason- excited her, she glanced guiltily around in all directions to make sure no one she knew had seen her. She then hurried along, taking a circuitous route that eventually brought her on another approach to the same store.
By the fourth time she had registered her mock surprise at the window display, she had mastered enough rationalization to go inside. It, after all, wasn't as if the store were located on some sleazy side street, getting customers who were only streetwalkers and those into the kinkier aspects of sex. Quite to the contrary, the store was on one of the more fashionable avenues and had a very good reputation among the more avant-garde of that social group Barbara had belonged to before slipping into forced retirement.
"The kinky window displays are just put there as a come-on to grab your attention," Mildred Westfallon had once told her. That had been shortly after the shop had opened and had gotten a big write-up, complete with photos, on the fashion pages of both city newspapers. Mildred was the first of Barbara's acquaintances, although certainly not the last, who came to admit (usually after one or more martinis) that she had picked up "a little something" from the store inventory. "Actually, they have the best selection of French silk lingerie I've found anywhere," Mildred had gone on to say. "And, they'll monogram them for a very reasonable extra fee." Barbara had wondered, at the time, whether it had been the wearing of monogrammed French silk lingerie which had kept Mildred's husband interested for the last five years, since he was almost fifteen years Mildred's junior.
While Barbara, the minute she had entered the store, had been prepared for some streetwalker-type salesgirl to come over and begin a high-pressured hustle, there was none of that. Actually, besides a rather nondescript young lady who asked if she could be of any help, who then retreated discreetly when Barbara had obviously seemed on the brink of panic, Barbara was left free to wander.
It took her a little time to find what she had in mind, since she was a little reluctant to ask for help, even though most of the other customers (probably repeaters) seemed more than willing to seek out assistance. When Barbara did find what she wanted, she immediately wondered how she could have missed it. What had she been expecting: an inventory of just one pair of lace panties, one lace brassiere, one black garter belt, one pair of black net stockings? There turned out to be one whole corner of the store that was devoted to those particular items. And, once Barbara had found that section, it must have been obvious that she had located what she wanted, because the salesgirl moved in and expertly took charge, acting as if there was nothing at all sinful about a woman wanting black lace panties, black lace brassiere, black garter belt, and black net stockings. While Barbara wasn't talked into trying on the merchandise in the store dressing room, she was persuaded to buy a pair of black, patent- leather shoes with stiletto heels, which the girl, as calmly as you please, said was one of the more popular accessories for complementing the rest of the black bedroom wear.
High heels in the bedroom? Barbara was a little dubious, but she had gone along with the idea nevertheless. The shoes were certainly a little out of style for wearing on the street.
Anyway, the embarrassment which had accompanied her efforts to enter the store, evaporated while she was inside, returned once she had the boxes of merchandise in the front seat of the car with her. She simply couldn't believe she had stood for half an hour in a store, listening to a salesgirl comment on such things as the merits of brassieres with holes cut for nipple exposure, as opposed to those without, or as to how the "secret" crotch openings of several lacy pairs of panties saved time and helped maintain an "effect" that could often be destroyed by more conventional underwear that had to be removed for comfort at crucial moments. She never had come right out and stated that these crucial moments were those encountered when a husband or a lover was all hot and turned on by black lace and ready to plow his blood-engorged cock up a nicely hot and tight pussy. A crotch opening in the woman's panties allowed his cock an easy entrance without risking that loss of excitement possible during the dropping of more conventional panties. Not only that, but it was certainly more comfortable for the woman to have an opening for fucking, rather than have to push her panties crotch to one side in order to let the cock go plowing in when it was hard and ready for screwing.
Barbara heaved a sigh of relief when she pulled off the main roadway and came to a stop in front of the gate leading into her estate. She activated the electronic release by pressing the small control mechanism in her car, and she felt even more relief as the gate came open and she drove in. There would be no traffic between there and the house. There would be little chance of an accident and, thus, no curious policemen-or anyone else-to wonder why the victim was found in her car surrounded by black lingerie.
She parked the car and smuggled her packages up the back way, relieved when she actually got her purchases into her bedroom without being interrupted by Georgette. However, the minute she was in the room, the door shut behind her, she was struck by an intuitive sense of something being not quite right. It was a sensation she had experienced almost the minute the main gate had closed behind her, except she had been so concerned about getting her packages to her bedroom undetected, the full force of her suspicions hadn't been able to take hold until after she had assumed she had reached safety.
She pulled the bed comforter over the boxes and listened. There was something about the silence that disturbed her. What was it the hero was always saying in all those movies? Something about it being too quiet to be normal. Not that she was expecting all sorts of noise. The servants, except for Georgette and a couple of gardeners had the day off. How much noise was Georgette expected to make in a big, rambling house? Still, Barbara should have been able to hear some kind of sounds, especially since Georgette must have seen the car pull in, realizing by now that Barbara had slipped in by the back way.
Wait! There was a sound. Someone in the hallway right outside. Georgette? Who in the hell else would it be? Barbara chided herself for being paranoid, suspecting it all had something to do with her guilt at having purchased lingerie for which she couldn't possibly have any use. Maybe she would have had a need for it when Willis was alive, but now? What was she planning to do, deck herself out in black lace brassiere, black lace panties, garter belt, and stiletto-heeled shoes, stand in front of a mirror and turn herself on by looking at her reflection? It was, after all, her own sinful impulse which had prompted her to buy the stuff, anyway, wasn't it? In her whole married life to Willis, she had never been given even the hint that her husband would have been excited by his voluptuous wife dressed in all that lacy finery. Her husband, in fact, had been a highly unimaginative lover. Barbara wasn't sure what an imaginative lover would have had to offer, but it certainly would have been a bit more than the standard wham-bam-thank-you-m'am, missionary position that was her husband's standard bill of fare.
There, that noise again, closer. Georgette, en route to finding out why Barbara had come sneaking into her own house? Barbara glanced nervously toward the bed, seeing that the bulge in the comforter had to look a bit suspicious, but Barbara had wasted so much time she really didn't have the minutes necessary to stash the packages where she had planned to put them. However, in order to make the bulge on the bed a little less obvious, she opened the sliding panel to reveal a closet. She pulled out three dresses, as if she were trying to make some kind of a decision on what to wear, and dropped them all over the hump, just as the door came open.
"Ah, Georgette, I was wondering where you had.. . ." Barbara said, interrupting her sentence at the sight that greeted her in the doorway. Not that Georgette wasn't there, as expected, because she was. It was who was with her that had brought Barbara up short. "What are you two doing here?" Barbara asked loudly, the very sight of her two children sending undefinable sensations jetting through her body.
"Come now, mother," Bobby said, entering the room, steering Georgette in front of him by a hand over her elbow. "Is that any way for a mother to greet her only two offsprings after all of this time? All Jill and I have seen of you lately is your name scrawled on the bottom of our allowance checks."
"I want you both out of here immediately!" Barbara said. She, then, cast an accusing glance at Georgette. "Are you responsible for admitting these two, against my explicit instructions to the contrary?"
"Now, don't blame poor Georgette," Bobby chided, flashing the same wide smile Barbara could still all-too-well remember. "She's really just a poor creature bowled over by the circumstances."
"I shall discuss that with Georgette after you two have left," Barbara said, backing away from the three of them, as if her two children were poison.
"Then, I suppose we had better get over the business Jill and I have with you, so you and Georgette can hash out explanations as to how Jill and I managed to get through the gate, or over the wall," Bobby said.
"If you and Jill have any business, I suggest you see my lawyers," Barbara said, thinking maybe the best defense was offense. She stopped her retreat and walked forward, having all intentions of gliding right by the three of them to take the hallway to safety.
Bobby, though, wasn't about to let his mother bluff her way out of the room. He stepped in her way, preventing her exit. When she kept right on coming, he grabbed her by the shoulders, flinging her with a force that sent her sprawling obscenely on the bed.
"How dare you!" Barbara screamed when she had finally regained her senses. Her arms burned where her son's hands had touched them.
"You said you wouldn't hurt her," Georgette said nervously. This suddenly didn't look anything like the family reunion Bobby had assured her it was going to be.
"You are in this with them!" Barbara accused, turning her full attention on her maid'. If looks could kill, Georgette would have been dead at that moment.
"We're not going to hurt mother dear," Bobby said.
"Not, that is, if you're cooperative," Jill said, speaking, for the first time.
"I don't like it!" Georgette said, wishing now that she hadn't allowed her cunt to overrule her common sense. She was suddenly seeing how Bobby's fucking of his blood-engorged cock inside her juicy pussy had simply seduced her with pleasure into not seeing- until now-the possible consequences.
"It doesn't much matter, my dear, what you like or don't like," Jill said with an obvious sneer.
Barbara, counting on surprise, came up off the bed in an attempt to make her escape. In fact, she almost did manage, except that Bobby reached out a hand, taking hold of her blouse and yanking her back into the room. The force of his tug caused the blouse to rip, popping several buttons in the process. Barbara landed on the floor, her white brassiere showing through the tear, her mind reeling from her fall.
"Noooooo!" Georgette squealed, turning to flee the room, having seen quite enough to know she had allowed Bobby's big prick to fuck her into making one hell of a mistake. "You promised me there would be no trouble!"
It was Jill who stopped Georgette, not Bobby. She stopped her by reaching out and taking a handful of the redhead's short hair. The pull yanked Georgette back into the room and dropped her to her knees. The resulting drop telescoped her spine and made her teeth chatter.
"You aren't going anywhere, honey," Jill told her.
Georgette, though, still had other ideas, spawned now by a natural instinct for survival. She shifted her kneeling position, wrapping her arms around Jill's legs and toppling the dark-haired woman to the rug with her.
"You bitch!" Jill shrieked, landing with a thud but regaining her senses fast enough to grab hold of the ankle Georgette had sticking out behind her as she crawled for the hallway.
Georgette gave a backward kick that shook Jill's hand free, and Bobby moved in to give his sister an assist. He grabbed both of Georgette's legs and pulled hard. The tug was forceful enough to unfold Georgette's crawling body, bringing her breasts and stomach down hard against the floor. Bobby pulled her back into the room while Georgette tried desperately to find something to hold on to to stop her complete return into the bedroom.
The door was plugged by the threesome to such an extent that Barbara knew there was no possible way she could take advantage of her momentary fade from center stage. The windows were of no help, either, in that her bedroom was on the second floor, and she doubted she was capable of going very far on the slanting tiles of the roof. Her only other immediate alternative seemed to be the bathroom. Granted, it was a temporary escape at best, but maybe a miracle would bring help before Bobby and Jill could break down the door. She headed for the bathroom, made it, and slammed the door behind her. Bobby's hand was already on the knob of the bathroom door, turning, when Barbara successfully locked the door.
"Goddamn it!" Bobby swore. Then, realizing his mother had temporarily gotten the best of him, he turned his attention back to his sister and Georgette who were still struggling on the bedroom floor.
It was hard for Bobby to tell which of the young ladies had the present advantage. Both were in a decidedly rumpled state, hair tousled, blouses ripped, skirts hoisted almost to their waists. Jill's blouse was so ripped her breasts, not wearing any brassiere, were visible through the breached material.
Bobby leaned his back against the closed bathroom door, realizing suddenly that the sight of the two women fighting was as sexy as all hell. Bobby's cock was flooding with blood, going stiff as a board in his pants. He dropped his hands to his crotch, adjusting the lay of his swelling prick so that it could balloon to lull size with the least amount of difficulty.
When he did walk over to the scuffle, it wasn't to give his sister a hand but merely to successfully rip Georgette's blouse almost completely from her body. Another tug pulled the maid's brassiere free of her breasts without unfastening any of the hooks. Georgette's small but well-formed breasts bounced free, her brassiere having slipped to form a lewd belt around her waist.
"Bobby, you big-pricked bastard!" Jill grunted, still trying to get the upper hand in the battle. She knew what Bobby was doing. She could read her brother like a book. Their mother locked away safely for the moment in the bathroom, he was merely taking advantage of his voyeuristic nature to get his rocks off watching the two women fight.
"Come on, sis, don't let Georgette here win," Bobby encouraged. "Pull out one of your big breasts and whip her silly."
"You shit!" Jill responded, simultaneously knowing she couldn't very well condemn her brother for some-j thing that was probably getting Jill even more hot and horny than Bobby was. There was simply something as sexy as all hell to be had in tumbling around on the rug with this sexy redhead. Ever so often, their breasts whacked together, or their cunts rubbed.
Bobby spent the next few minutes doing his best to get both of the young women stripped of as muck clothing as possible, getting excited each time he managed to yank off a shoe, tear a blouse a little bit more, pull the waistband of a pair of pantyhose down so far that Jill's legs were tied up-putting her at a decided disadvantage-until she could kick them completely free. In fact, the result of having both young women end up clothed in tatters, instead of being completely naked, turned out adding to Bobby's growing excitement.
Finally, though, when Georgette had moved to a dominant position, her asscheeks astraddle Jill's small waist, her hands banging Jill's head against the carpet, Bobby moved in. He reached down, took hold of the maid and lifted her to her feet. When she turned on him, he gave her a slap that laid her cold, her arms and legs awry as she fell on the bed, her brassiere still locked down around her middle. Bobby had an enticing peek up Georgette's twisted skirt, but he wasn't seeing as much as he wanted. He knew he would momentarily go over, yank off her pantyhose, and God only knew what might follow after that. For the moment, however, he could give his sister a hand. He reached down, taking hold of her extended arm.
"You bastard!" Jill said, coming to her feet. "It's about time you did more than yank off our clothes and grow a big cock."
"It looked as if you were getting the worst of the battle there at the end," Bobby said and smiled. He glanced quickly toward the bed when Georgette gave a low moan that might have indicated she had regained consciousness. She hadn't.
"I would have managed, believe me," Jill said, catching a glimpse of herself in one of the full-length mirrors that veneered the closet doors. One breast was hanging completely out of her ripped blouse. Her skirt was askew. Her shoes were nowhere in sight, her pantyhose a crumpled ball kicked over into a corner.
"You look sexy as hell, you know?" Bobby said. His right hand was at his crotch, petting his erection through his pants.
"You pervert!" Jill said in playful accusation. She was trying to put her hair back into at least some semblance of order.
"Yea," Bobby agreed. His blood-engorged cock had leaked so much juice, it was beginning to stain the pants material beneath his petting fingers. "I'm a perverted degenerate who is as turned on as all hell."
"You mean that's actually hard cock you've got jammed into your pants? I thought it was a fucking fire hose."
"You've got the fucking part right, anyway." "You're not thinking what I think you are, are you?"
Jill asked, her smile widening. She had pretty white teeth that never seemed to get in the way of her giving near-perfect head. "Surely, you can't be! Not with mother dear locked away in the bathroom."
"Can you think of a better place for her while we indulge in a little fun and games? She'll hardly be going anywhere. And, tell me you haven't wanted to bury your face in Georgette's red-haired pussy ever since I first brought the sweet little bitch home?"
"How can I deny it when I've told you enough times?"
"Well?" Bobby asked, gesturing toward the bed and Georgette on it. As if on cue, Georgette groaned and moved slightly. "She's even coming around," Bobby said. "Undoubtedly she doesn't want to miss the fun of you going down on her while I fuck you in the cunt from behind."
"You think she's going to lie still for that?"
"Hell, no. She's going to be hopping all over the bed in her excitement."
"That isn't exactly what I meant."
"Well, it's not like we need to be too nice to her any more, is it?" Bobby said, unzipping his pants and reaching in to tug out his huge, meaty erection and his cum-ballooned balls. "She's got us in here, hasn't she? So, she doesn't need to be capable of getting up and walking around any longer, having already done her good deed for the day."
"Shall we tie her to the bed?"
"Yea," Bobby said, walking over to the closet to search for belts on several of his mother's dresses that might be used in securing Georgette to the bed.
They did just that, too, positioning the maid so that she was lying across the width of the mattress, her legs dropped over the side so that Jill could get to her hair-fringed cunt from a kneeling position. They tied her wrists and ankles with various pieces of clothing found in the closet, and they then tied the other end of the securing straps to the bottom of the bed. All the while, Georgette remained docile, hovering somewhere just on the verge of regaining consciousness.
"She's certainly being nice and cooperative, isn't she?" Jill said, moving in for a closer look. She squatted, running her right hand along the milky whiteness of the maid's left thigh.
"You telling me she had a choice?" Bobby asked, stroking the length of his thick meatiness. The small, pouted mouth, centering his pulpy cockhead, was leaking juices that slicked his pumping fingers. "I'd say I decked her a good one."
'Timed it just about right, too," Jill said. "I think the owner of this luscious, fleshy-lipped cunt here before my eyes is finally coming back to the living."
"Where ... am ... I?" Georgette asked weakly, momentarily disoriented. However, if she couldn't remember what had been happening prior to getting knocked on the bed by Bobby, she certainly got her memory back fast enough. "What in the fuck is going on?" she asked, trying to come to a sitting position, realizing finally that she was bound on the bed.
"Jus., keep it cool, honey," Bobby said. "My sister and I have got good times planned for you, even if you did kind of panic on us."
"Let me up from here!" Georgette protested, knowing she was helplessly vulnerable. All of her attempts to pull closed her lewdly splayed thighs were to no avail. It didn't take too many smarts for her to soon realize that she had purposely been tied so that her cunt could be put on obscene-display.
"Your panic was the key to some mighty good things for you, baby," Bobby told her. He turned to his sister. "Jill, why don't you prop a pillow under Georgette's head so that she can get a good look at you eating her pulsing cleft. While you're doing that, I'll plan the slipping of my stiff cock up your tight and slippery cunt from the rear."
Georgette's eyes came wide open with surprise. She knew what she had heard, but she couldn't believe it. She wasn't the only one who had heard. Barbara, locked in the bathroom, her ear pressed against the door in an effort to determine just what Bobby and Jill were up to, had heard, too. She, unlike Georgette, knew that Bobby and Jill were capable of anything. They had fucked each other, hadn't they? This three-way Bobby and Jill were proposing was only a short step away from what Barbara had seen her children doing on that bear-skin rug. She shuddered at her latest visions of the lewdly degenerate perversions her two children were contemplating with Georgette. Juices sloshed back and forth in her hair-haloed pussy, some of it drooling out to bead within her ebony cunt hair.
Jill had moved to the head of the bed to get one of the pillows. She proceeded to stuff it under Georgette's head. Georgette was left with a view that had her staring down the run of cleavage between her two breasts, over the indented navel that punctuated the smooth surface of a stomach concaved slightly between her two prominent hipbones. She focused on the fleecy red curls that began growing at the meeting of her creamy white thighs.
"You're both sick!" Georgette said.
"Sick!" Barbara affirmed to herself there in the bathroom. Yes, by God, they were sick! She had mothered a pair of lewd, perverted degenerates who, if she couldn't escape them, were liable to have only begun their present list of obscenities. Her juicy cunt was gushing so much lubricating liquids, she had to use a washrag to reach up under her skirt to wipe them away.
Jill threw the dresses on the bed to the floor to remove the clutter. She did the same to the bulged comforter, revealing the packages underneath as she did so. She was about to knock the packages to one side, too, except her curiosity got the best of her. She scooted off the binding ribbons of one package while Bobby and Georgette watched.
"Would you believe this treasure trove?" Jill asked, lifting out the black garter belt and black lace panties. She held them high so Bobby could see. "Do you see what I see, or am I only imagining this is...?"
"Black lace panties and a black garter belt," Bobby finished for her.
"And," Jill said, opening a second and third box," A black lace brassiere and spiked-heel shoes."
"Our mother's?" Bobby asked, hardly believing the discovered cache any more than Jill obviously did. Jill shrugged, and Bobby strolled over to the bathroom door, his thick cock rocking its meatiness from side to side like a phallic metronome. "Hey, mom!" he called, leaning in close to the closed door. "You been doing a bit of entertaining since the old man died? We seem to have found your work clothes."
"Go away!" Barbara said, blushing scarlet there in the bathroom. She knew that trying to go into any explanations regarding her purchases would have only make things worse. "Please go away and leave me alone. If you want more money from your father's estate, I'm sure that can be arranged." She had been a little guilty about their paltry share anyway. "You did come here for money, didn't you?"
"At first, yea," Bobby admitted. "But, since then, we've discovered a few things that might have us wanting to stick around for other things."
Barbara shuddered, simultaneously using the wash-rag to wipe up a new deluge of her cunt juices. She didn't know jusfr what exactly it was that her son was insinuating, but she had no doubts but that it was lewd, degenerate, and perversely immoral.
Jill, though, her attention back on the red hair fringing Georgette's pubic vee, was temporarily willing to forego whatever Bobby had in store for their mother in order to sample the more immediately available pleasures offered by the maid. She laid all the frilly black lace off to one side where it could be gotten to when it was needed. She, then, came around the bed, drawn to Georgette's pouting pussy like an iron filing drawn to a magnet.
"Sure you don't want to come on out for the show, mom?" Bobby asked through the bathroom door. "Your sexy daughter is just about ready to get her pretty face smeared with those musky juices bubbling out of your maid's hair-furred cunt. Maybe you could give Jill a few pointers."
"You perverted bastard!" Barbara screamed through the door, ashamed that she had momentarily been wishing there was a keyhole through which to spy the action without coming out. There was no keyhole.
Jill removed her skirt, tossing it to one side. Her pantyhose and shoes having been removed during the scuffle, she only had left her tattered blouse. She was going to remove that, too, but Bobby stopped her. "You look too sexy falling out of the tears in your blouse," he said. "Leave it on."
Jill obliged, then turned all of her attention on Georgette. She got down on her hands and knees by the sided of the bed. She put a hand on each of Georgette's thighs, feeling the young man's creamy, white flesh tremble beneath her touch.
"Don't do this!" Georgette said. Oh, she had had men go licking down between her legs, tongue-fucking her sizzling cleft, but she had never had a woman. Granted, she had thought about how it might be, but she had never experimented. And, if she hadn't done girl-girl sex on her own, she didn't like the idea of being forced into it now. Although, simultaneously, there was no denying the excitement to be had from the mere touch of Jill's hands on Georgette's thighs, let alone the pleasure to be had from the feel of Jill's hot breath blowing on the flames springing to life within Georgette's pulsing vagina.
"You go ahead and protest all you damn well want," Jill said. "Because, I can tell just by the looks of this drooling little cunt of yours that you want the feel of my hungry lips and tongue almost as badly as I want to give them to you."
"Nooooooo!" Georgette protested. She struggled with the pieces of clothing binding her wrists and ankles, wondering why the pain only seemed to make her inflamed pussy go hotter.
"Bury your rubbery lips into her hair-fringed crack," Bobby said from his position by the bathroom door. "I can see the bitch's swollen clitoris, big as a prick, all of the way from here."
"Yea, a little female cock," Jill said, running her hands inward along Georgette's thighs, her thumbs hooking on the outer lips of the pussy and pulling the cuntal mouth wide to better reveal the hang of the sexual nubbin. "A female cock just waiting to fuck this hungry female mouth."
She lowered her face in deeply between Georgette's thighs, her mouth going leech-like over the fleshy lips of the pouted vagina. She sucked voraciously, burrowing her face deeper yet in wanton arousal. She moaned throatily, her lips gumming the sensitive hang of the blood-engorged clitoris.
"Nooooooo!" Georgette squealed, her hips hunching automatically to fuck her tongue-raped cunt even closer into Jill's feasting face.
"Mom, you don't know what you're missing out here," Bobby announced through the closed bathroom door. "You should really get your pussy out here and let your loving daughter take you on, too."
Barbara could only groan her extreme disgust over her son's incestuously perverted suggestion as she went to the sink to wring out the wash-rag that had become sopped with the juices already leaked from the reservoir of natural lubricant sloshing around in her pussy.
Jill knew what she was doing. Georgette's vagina, after all, wasn't the first one Jill had ever gone diving over. She was so expert in what she was doing, she immediately had Georgette groaning in the ecstasy of an orgasm. Georgette was spilling into yet a second orgasm by the time Bobby had knelt down behind his sister's revolving ass to put his cock to Jill's cunt from the back.
As Jill continued to eat Georgette's pussy, Georgette squealed up a storm in response to the pleasure racing through her. About that time, Bobby decided he didn't really want to fuck his sister's cunt, after all. Oh, he still had all intentions of fucking his sister, but now he had a need to sodomistically ravage Jill's asshole. With his left hand, he parted her cheeky buttocks, revealing the hair-fringed anal lips. With his right hand he repositioned his pulpy cockhead, moving it from cunt to asshole. As he did so, his cock leaked a string of translucent pre-seminal juice that outlined the pathway his drooling cockhead had taken.
He gently edged his rubbery cockhead tighter against the forbidden orifice, feeling the brown pucker give beneath the pressure and then begin to yawn open around nis pressing prick. His blood-engorged cock kept in position by his continued efforts to sink it inside, he reached for his sister's hipbones and took hold of them.
In one hearty shove, he buried his thick meatiness to his cum-bulged balls up the rubbery rectum.
"Aaaaaaggghhhhhhh!" Jill groaned into Georgette's cunt as her brother's invading cock became lost in her asshole. She moaned throatily, trying to shake her ass free in animalistic frenzy while simultaneously knowing that she wanted Bobby's cock to stay right where it was. There was something about the crude depravity of an incestuous fuck in the ass which had always been able to get Jill as hot as hell.
"Like that, don't you, sister dear?!" Bobby asked, although it really wasn't a question. He knew by now just what his sister liked, and she was in seventh heaven whenever his vein-striated meatiness pumped her rubbery asshole. He drew his cock out to his pulpy cockhead and then, without a pause, socked all of his blood-engorged member right back through Jill's yielding, rubbery anal ring. His balls came swinging forward, slapping with a lurid plop against the fleshy moist lips of Jill's unfucked pussy.
"My God! My God! My God!" Jill bellowed, orgasming as her brother's cock fucked her asshole in strong, rabbity, fuck-strokes. At the same time, Georgette was climaxing yet again, her pink cunt pulsing against Jill's sucking mouth and fucking tongue.
Bobby socked his cock in and out... back and forth... faster ... faster ... faster. Jill's rubbery anal sheath vibrated as it orgasmed around Bobby's blue-veined thickness. Bobby knew it wouldn't be too long before he blasted his creamy cum up his sister's asshole. It never took him very long when he sodomistically pumped his hard meatiness up her forbidden orifice. He was heading for orgasm even faster than usual this time, because of the erotic sight of his sister going down over Goergette's hair-fringed pussy.
"I'm going to cum, you two sexy bitches!" Bobby announced, his cock pumping out of control. "I'm going to blast... my creamy... OH, JESUS, MY CREAMY ... CREAMY ... CUM ... UP MY SISTER'S TIGHT ... TIGHT . . . RUBBERY . . . RUBBERY . . . ASSHOLE ... ASSHOLE ... FUCKING, JESUS, ASSHOLE . . . AAAAGGGGHHHHREEEEIIII-UNNNGGHHHH . .. TAKE IT ... TAKE IT!"
His bellows of pleasure, combined with the guttural mewls of Jill once again going off around her brother's cum-blasting cock, and Georgette's whimpering gurgles, penetrated to Barbara beyond the shut bathroom door. Barbara felt her mind raped by the vision she had conjured of what was out there in her bedroom, her daughter eating her maid's cunt, her son fucking her daughter.
Barbara knew she would risk her sanity by staying where she was any longer. She had to get away, that was all there was to it. To stay meant she would soon find herself subjected to unimagined horrors once Bobby and Jill broke down the door to get to her. And, they would break down the door, wouldn't they?
It suddenly struck her that if she had any chance at all of escaping, it would be now, while her son and daughter, at least according to their grunts and groans, were occupied. She, also, knew that she couldn't wait around, thinking about escape, or Bobby and Jill would be through with sex for the moment and free to concentrate on their hiding mother. Already she had probably waited too long....
She unlocked the door and ran out of the bathroom, stopping suddenly, almost as if she had received a physical blow to her stomach. The scene laid out before her at the bed was just too impossible to believe.
Georgette, tied to the bed, her legs lewdly splayed and hanging over the side, had the hair of her cunt wetted down with Jill's spit. But, that wasn't what had knocked the breath out of Barbara. What had done that had been the sight of her son's blood-engorged cock pulling out of her daughter's asshole. Her daughter's ASSHOLE, for Christ's sake! As if their incestuous perversions weren't enough, Bobby had been fucking Jill's asshole, his cum-slicked cock leaving behind it a brown pucker slicked with his cream.
"Hey, mom has decided to join the party," Bobby said, aware that his mother was out of the bathroom and staring.
Barbara knew she should have been running. What she should have been doing, however, had nothing whatsoever to do with the way her legs felt. They felt like rubber. They wouldn't move at her mental commands, seeming glued to the spot. Barbara was as much held by the sight of her son's large cock, which had just been incestuously fucked up his sister's asshole, as any small animal was ever held by the phallic sway of a killer cobra.
When she finally-somehow-did manage to muster the strength to continue her run, she knew it was too late. Bobby was already on his feet, his lewd cock still standing tall through the opening of his sweat-stained pants crotch. Knowing she couldn't make it out of the bedroom, she decided to return to the temporary security offered by the bathroom. But, it was too late even for that. Bobby was there at the bathroom door, his foot inserted to keep it from being banged shut. His cock was veneered with slime; his face was glossed with sweat. He smelled of sex, the fragrance a disturbing aphrodisiac in Barbara's nostrils.
"Why don't you come on out and show us how you look in your sexy black lace brassiere, black lace panties, black garter belt, and stiletto heels, mother?" Bobby asked, smiling widely.
Barbara felt a new gushing of natural lubricant oozing from her hair-fringed cunt and beginning to drool down the insides of her milky white thighs.
I CHAPTER SEVEN
She did fight them. She certainly wasn't about to enter willingly into any obscenity that they had planned for her. Her resistance, however, was to no avail, doing very little more than allowing Bobby a good excuse to rip her clothes in the scuffle. In the end, Bobby astraddle her waist, his thick cock still poked from his open pants, and Jill sitting on her legs, Barbara looked as much in tatters as did her maid who was still sprawled lewdly on the bed. Jill, of course, was naked from the waist down, her asshole drooling Bobby's cum on Barbara's calves.
"You feel a little better after the scuffle?" Bobby asked. Somewhere during the course of the preceding battle, his shirt had been ripped to reveal a swath of hairy and muscular chest.
Barbara shuddered, breathing hard, trying to keep from focusing on either her son's muscled body or his lewdly displayed erection. It was hard to do so, her eyes seemingly drawn to both despite all of Barbara's mental commands to the contrary. Finally, as a means of removing temptation completely, she shut her eyes.
"You know that little tussle on the. floor has got me hornier than hell," Bobby said. "I wonder why?"
"It's because our dear mother has obviously not let herself to go pot like some women her age," Jill said. "And, you've always been turned on by sexy women, no matter what their age, haven't you?"
"You're sick!" Barbara said, clenching her eyes even more tightly shut. "You are both sick!"
"Naw!" Bobby contradicted. "We've merely come to realize that you only go around in this world once, mom. So, why shouldn't we sample every bit of pleasure there is?"
"How could your father and I have produced two such monsters?" Barbara asked, her eyes popping open only long enough to once again register the thrust of Bobby's vein-straited erection. She immediately shut her eyes at the sight.
"You know, Jill and I have always wondered how you and the old man managed to produce two kids, too," Bobby said. "The old boy was never what you'd call a sexual dynamo, now, was he?"
"Let me up!" Barbara commanded. She struggled as best she could, which wasn't very much under the circumstances. The minor rocking she was able to achieve did little more than sensuously rub her son and daughter's asses against her.
"Oooooooo, but that does feel good!" Jill squealed, more of Bobby's cum leaking from her asshole to smear Barbara's legs. "Feels as if I'm riding a log."
"Speaking of legs," Bobby said, "I've got one growing here from my crotch which is dying to have someone ride on it."
"You're sick ... sick ... sick!" Barbara said, punctuating with a low groan of utter despair. She simply couldn't believe that she had allowed herself to be put in this impossible position. She should have been out of this room by now, fleeing down the hallway. And, she would have been, too, if she just hadn't stopped to stare at her son's cock pulling out of her daughter's rubbery asshole.
WHY HAD SHE STOPPED for Christ's sake?! She must have known it would mean her escape would be thwarted. Yet, she had stopped anyway, embarrassed at the remembrance of how the sight of her son's blood-engorged member pulling from her daughter's ovaled asshole had caused a leaking of oily lubricating juices from her own pussy. It disturbed her even more that her struggle with her two kids had left her cunt no less watery than it had been. In fact, it was possibly even wetter now than before the battle had begun. Even now, she could feel those sloshing juices in her cunt as they leaked between her hair-fringed pussy lips and drooled down between her asscrack.
"You are really one sexy lady," Bobby said, "just like your daughter here has pointed out." Actually, Bobby was surprised as anyone that things were turning out the way they were. He and Jill certainly hadn't come here expecting to get sexually turned on by their mother, had they? They had merely come, wanting a face-to-face confrontation over the possibility of getting a bit more of the old man's cash. They had felt positive that if they could talk personally with their mother, they could bring her to be reasonable. After all, Barbara had been left more money in the will than she could have possibly spent in any one lifetime.
Frankly, they had been a little surprised when Barbara hadn't moved for a family reunion after Willis had dropped dead. Barbara, after all, had never been as stuffy as the old man had been. Bobby and Jill had often thought, although Barbara had never come out and said as much, that Barbara was a bit sympathetic towards them, maybe even to the point where she thought Willis had gone a bit far in sending their children into exile. Bobby still felt, deep down inside of him, that Barbara was sympathetic. He could wonder, though, how this latest chain of events was going to affect Barbara's willingness to cooperate in the money matters.
Bobby could have pulled off now, could have pretended that everything that had come before was a little joke. But, things had merely progressed a bit beyond the point of passing for a joke. If Barbara wasn't willing at this point to be well disposed to her children, it was doubtful-after what had happened- that she was going to be convinced by mere verbal persuasion.
"Listen, mom," Bobby said, "don't you think it's about time you came out of mourning for the old man and started having a bit of fun yourself?"
He suddenly took heart from the fact that Jill had uncovered the black lace panties, black lace brassiere, black net stockings, black garter belt, and spiked heels. Surely a woman with such a sexual arsenal of lace frillies in her bedroom couldn't possibly be the cold fish Barbara was now pretending. Which made Bobby recall just how Barbara had looked when he had turned to see her emerge from the bathroom. Just what was it he had seen registered in her black eyes? At the time it had happened, he had interpreted it as fear. But, now? Hadn't he seen desire registered enough times in a woman's eyes to recognize it when he saw it registered in his own mother's dilated pupils?
Yea, desire. His mother had stopped to take a look, instead of making a beeline for escape, because she had been turned on by what she had seen. She had been as excited as all get-out by the sight of her son's blood-engorged erection plowed up his sister's (her daughter's) rubbery asshole. Was that why she had her eyes closed now, because she didn't want him to read the flickers of desire he might see sparked within her ebony pupils?
"I think everything is going to be better than we could have anticipated, Jill," Bobby said, sure that he had been right. "I think mother here just might turn out to be a pleasant surprise to the both of us."
"Wouldn't that be nice," Jill said, although she wasn't as sure as her brother. She did know that things had certainly taken a different turn than she could have expected when she and Bobby had first decided to break into their mother's estate and try to persuade her to part with a bit more of their dead father's cold cash. But, then, Jill knew that she and Bobby had a way of letting their lives be controlled by those overpowering sexual drives inside of them. Whether they got out of Barbara what they had originally come for, or something more, Jill couldn't deny that she was getting charged by the course they had taken. There was something definitely exciting about the rock and roll of her mother's trapped legs beneath Jill's cum-drooling asshole.
"I think mom here is getting just as much pleasure out of all this as we are," Bobby said, remembering just how Barbara had looked the night she had come in with their father to find Bobby and Jill fucking on the bear-skin rug. There had been desire registered in her eyes that night, too, hadn't there? What's more, deep down, Bobby had always known that desire had been registered there. Didn't that have something to do with them all being here now? His subconscious had possibly planned it all, knowing that a family reunion was just what the doctor had ordered for all three of them.
"You're crazy!" Barbara squealed, trying once again to squirm out from beneath her children's pressing bodies. "You're both mad!"
She was convinced they were both crazy, both mad, especially Bobby. He had to be off balance to even insinuate Barbara was enjoying any of this. He was merely trying to rationalize his own lewd and perverted conduct, trying to erase his own guilt by making believe that Barbara had willingly allowed herself to be roped into this incestuously sinful ménage on the floor.
"Let your mother up!" Georgette ordered from the bed, knowing she was in no position to order anything. She hadn't been able to modify her sprawl across the bed since Jill had sucked her cunt through a whole series of eruptions. Georgette's licked pussy was weeping natural dew like crazy. So much of it, as a matter of fact, that it was drooling down the crease of her ass to soak the bed covers with ooze.
."You keep your mouth shut on the matter," Bobby warned. "Or, I might have to come up there and plug your throat full of meaty erection."
Georgette told herself that the tremors that shot through her body had nothing whatsoever to do with any pleasure she might have imagined coming from Bobby's blood-stiffened meatiness plowing in to gag her mouth. While at any other time, the idea might have been an exciting suggestion, she refused to believe it could be pleasurable now. Now, she was tied to the bed, unable to have any say in whatever Bobby chose to do to her. Hell, he could even forcibly roll her over on her belly and stick his meaty hardness up her rubbery asshole, just like he had skewered his vein-latticed hardness up his sister's gumming rectum.
"Yea, don't you get all excited, Georgette," Jill added. "Because, I doubt if either my brother or I is through with you yet. We're just giving you a short spell for a breather."
"You won't get away with this," Georgette warned, wondering how anyone, herself included, would ever be able to stop them. The house servants were all off for the day, so there was no danger of help from that quarter. Granted, there were still two gardeners out wandering around the grounds somewhere, but the closest they ever came to the house was to trim the surrounding shrubbery. They never came inside. As for visitors, or even phone calls, Barbara's self-imposed isolation had done away with most of those. It all boiled down to the fact that, at least until morning, Bobby and his sister had full run of the place and of the women they were holding captive inside it.
"Have you noticed that mom hasn't been any too quick to tell us just why she's been out shopping for lacy undies?" Bobby asked, turning his head over his shoulder to address his sister. "What I think is that she must have intuitively sensed we were coming and decided to go out and buy the one costume she knew would get the two of us turned on to rape her."
"Let me up ... let me up ... let me up!" Barbara commanded, giving yet another ill-fated bid for freedom. She was as securely anchored into place beneath her son and daughter's weight as she had always been.
Bobby reached down to one of the large tears in his mother's blouse. Hooking the ragged edges with both hands, he ripped the material even further, completely revealing the white cotton brassiere that contained his mother's firm and milky white breasts.
"What are you doing?" Barbara asked, her eyes coming open to be filled once again with the sight of her son's rigid meatiness thrust up before his stomach. His scrotum, black with a furring of pubic hair, was dropped in a fleshy puddle on her stomach.
"Your breasts, mother, should either be bound with a black lace brassiere or not at all. This conventional white thing does absolutely nothing for them."
He scooped his cupping hands down inside her opened blouse and beneath her back. All too easily, he found the hooks of Barbara's brassiere and unfastened them. He succeeded despite the fact that Barbara was grinding down hard against the floor in an effort to squash his fingers and immobilize his hands.
Bobby, though, not only got the brassiere unhooked, he also peeled it off his mother as he pulled his hands from beneath her. Barbara's breasts spilled free, mushrooming seductively across her ribcage. Her roseate nipples were as large as half dollars, gone all imply with their exposure to the air.
"Lovely... lovely... lovely," Bobby complimented. He meant it, too. He hadn't seen two breasts so excitingly luscious, except those belonging to his sister. He reached out both hands, locking his palms into place over the tauting nipples. He revolved his hands in one direction, and then in the other, the resulting friction causing the nipples to bud even further.
"Don't do this!" Barbara pleaded, trying to tell herself that she was feeling no pleasure whatsoever. It seemed totally inconceivable that there could be any pleasure resulting from this incestuous assault on her person.
"Lovely mother breasts," Bobby said, massaging the alabaster orbs as if they were raw dough. "Just made for sucking. Just made for fucking."
Fucking? Barbara didn't know what he was talking about. How could breasts be used for fucking?
Bobby, as it turned out, was going to show her. His mother's breasts were simply too much of an enticement to pass up.
He released her left alabaster orb and grabbed hold of his cock. He pulled his stiffly erect meatiness downward, lying it out within the cleavage formed between the two breasts. The small, pouted mouth of his cock leaked a mess of pre-seminal juice into the jugular notch at the base of Barbara's swan-like throat. Using his left hand on Barbara's right breast, he moved the alabaster orb toward his cock so that it overlapped the length of his erection and held it in place. He took her left breast back in his right hand and pushed it sideways to a mating with the other. His thick member was suddenly locked into place, fucked into a tunnel of soft, warm breast flesh.
"Did dad use to fuck your lovely breasts, mother?" Bobby asked. He drew his cock through his mother's ballooned breasts, leaving a mess of leaked moisture behind. When he ran his cock back through the tunnel, the liquid he had leaked before acted as a smooth slideway. The pulpy head of his cock once again appeared at the end of the tunnel, thrust to the point where it was once again positioned over Barbara's jugular notch. Barbara had a" obscenely lewd view of her son's rubbery cockhead, thrust as that cockhead was, almost to her chin. The cockhead was as big as a fist, far larger than Willis' cockhead had ever been. But, then, Barbara had always known Bobby's whole cock was bigger than his father's member had ever thought of being.
"Ohhhhhh, pleeeeeasse, don't do this ... don't do this!" Barbara pleaded. She wanted to close her eyes, but she couldn't. As obscene as it all was, she remained fascinated by the sudden slide, once again, of Bobby's cock back and forth through the enfolding tunnel of her breasts.
"Sorry, mom, but it just feels too, too good to stop now," Bobby said. As his cock pumped, his scrotum drug along her stomach, scratching her tender skin with Bobby's black pubic hair. As his cum-ballooned balls moved, her hair-furred skin around them began contracting.
"Well, don't think you're going to have all the fun," Jill said. While her brother fucked their mother's breasts, Jill hoisted her mother's skirt, revealing the panties of the pantyhose that were all there was keeping Jill from her mother's cunt. And, Jill did want her mother's cunt! "Would you believe mom's pussy is leaking like sixty?" Jill said, the juice stains on the crotch of her mother's underwear being more than evident.
Jill buried her face between her mother's legs, taking first a sniff of the stained underwear and then a lick of it.
"Nooooo... noooooo... noooooo!" Barbara said, experiencing the lightning-like jolts that shot through her as a direct result of her daughter's face nuzzling her pubic vee. Even with the pantyhose offering a shield, Barbara was tremendously disturbed by the shudders of pleasure that were possessing her.
But, it was yes as far as Jill was concerned. Having a sample of her mother's pussy juices, Jill wasn't about to be content until she got more of them, and not just those she could strain through pantyhose. She hooked her fingers into the waistband of the pantyhose and gave a tug that, even though Barbara's cheeky buttocks were pressed tightly against the floor, pulled the material to a point that made Barbara's cunt available.
"Beautiful!" Jill breathed, bending to kiss her mother's pussy. Cunt juice immediately slicked her lips and chin. She licked, licked again, then went for a really hearty suck.
"Oh, Jesus, no... please, no ... no... no!" Barbara protested. She couldn't believe this horror was happening to her. And, why couldn't she take her eyes off the way her son's cock kept appearing and disappearing through the tunnel formed by her voluptuous breasts? Why wasn't the feel of her son's cock, gliding back and forth through her cleavage, and the feel of her daughter's mouth, feasting on her pulsing pussy, painful? There, after all, shouldn't have been ANY pleasure from this incestuous attack, shouldn't have been ANY enjoyment from this obscenity.
"SO . . . WHY . . . WAS . . . THERE . . . PLEASURE?! Yes, goddamn it, pleasure ... pleasure ... pleasure. Pleasure from the slip and the slide of Bobby's vein-striated cock. Pleasure from the continual lapping of her daughter's tongue and lips.
THERE SHOULDN'T HAVE BEEN PLEASURE T' INCEST! THERE . . . SHOULD . . . NOT . .. HAVE ... BEEN....
"Aaaaaagggheeeeiiiii!" Barbara mewled lowly, frightened of her impulse to orgasm. ORGASM, for Christ's sake! Orgasm on her daughter's tongue. Orgasm at the sight of her son's stiff cock fucking her milky white breasts. The very idea of orgasm at this time, under these circumstances, wasn't even to be considered. Barbara, therefore, fought the impulse with all the mental strength she could muster.
Jill wasn't discouraged by the fact that her mother's cunt wasn't immediately trembling in climax. She was confident that she and her brother would get it to orgasm soon enough. She just continued on with her eating and sucking, savoring the fuck-flavored tastes while smelling the heady female aromas emanating from her mother's pussy.
Jill's lips mouthed the open fullness of her mother's cunt, burrowing in among the wet cunt hair frosting the cunt lips. As she did so, she continued drinking whatever the pussy oozed to her nibbling lips. Through her half-closed lashes, she could see the wonderment of her mother's cunt. She sucked even more heartily on the haired flesh, locating the jumping pole that was blood-engorged clitoris. She centered her sucking on that bursting little sex bud, going down on it like she would have gone down on a big, male cock.
"Nooooooeeeeeeiiiiiii!" Barbara squealed, the spasming of her body forceful enough to bounce her on the floor despite the weight of her son and daughter sitting on her. "Please... oh, God, please... don't... don't... do this ... horrible... JESUS, HORRIBLE ... thing... to your... mother... Jesus, mother... Mother ... MOTHER!"
Jill, however, only thrust her tongue more violently around the jiggling clitoris. She worked her whole face deeper into the pouted slit of her mother's pussy, her nose lost in the fleecy curls of pubic hair.
Barbara was still trying to keep from an orgasm, although it was becoming more and more difficult for her to do so. Still, the closer she came to exploding over her daughter's working tongue, the more she fought to impede the betrayal any such orgasm would surely signify.
SHE COULDN'T GIVE UP TO THOSE PLEASURES WHICH SHOULDN'T HAVE BEEN THERE TO BEGIN WITH.
Mustering all the willpower she could, she managed to once again close her eyes and blot out the disturbingly incestuous sight of her son's blood-engorged cock fucking the cleavage of her breasts. , "My ... oh, my ... mother ... does that feel good," Bobby said, pumping the hole he had made for his turgid meatiness. His thick prick leaked so much pre-seminal juices, the tunnel was drenched with that moisture. The oozed liquid caught within the vacuum caused by Bobby's screwing cock and made loud, slurpy noises erupt into the room. Those sounds com- bined with the sounds of Jill's mouth sucking up a storm over Barbara's hair-fringed cunt, and with the uncontrollable grunts and groans of Barbara building for her blast-off. All the noises excited Bobby to fuck . . . fuck . . . fuck . . . even faster. If his mother's breasts were such a great fuck, Bobby could really get turned on by visions of how it would be to bury his hard meatiness up his mother's mouth, her cunt, or- hell, yes-even her rubbery, gripping rectum.
"Fuck . . . fuck . .. fuck . . . mom's creamy, white breasts," Bobby said, leaning forward to really hunch his cock once more through the alabaster orbs. By controlling the pressure on his mother's breasts, he could control the friction of his blood-glutted cock against the juice-slicked orbs. As his pleasure increased, he tended to push the breasts in tighter and tighter around his cock. The produced heat burned into the shaft of his cock and into the jiggling softness of his mother's breasts.
Jill, meanwhile, was really turning loose between her mother's legs, impressed no end that Barbara had held out so long despite Jill's concentration on the ultra-sensitive clitoris.
Barbara might have-if only barely-been holding off orgasm, but that couldn't be said for Bobby. Without his really having realized it had happened, he had reached his own moment of truth, long beyond the point where he could have held off blasting his creamy load from his nuts.
"Oh, mother, your son is about to spew his sloshing cum out of his blood-bloated cock!" Bobby announced loudly. He vibrated his mother's breasts against the length of his priming cock. He pushed his thick member all of the way thgrough, so that his pulpy cockhead was poked out over the base of his mother's throat. He felt the powers building inside of him. "I'm cummmmmmming!" he grunted, knowing that his cum had already been released from his balls, even if the cream hadn't yet come blasting out from the pulsing mouth that punctuated the crown of his stiff meatiness. "I'm cummming. . . cummmming.. . you, sexy, mother .. . mother . . . mother-breast-fucking stud ... I'm going to . .. OH, JESUS, OH .. . I'M GOING TO . .. CUM ... CUM ... JESUS, FUCKING ... CUM, OH, CUM, OH ... OHHHHHHHHHHHH ... SWEET . . . SWEET .. . JEEEEEEEESSSS-UUUUSSSSS!"
Barbara really had no intentions of opening her eyes. However, a reflexive response to the first splattering of hot cum on her cheeks caused her eyelids to jerk open to expose to her the pulsing spasms of her son's cock shooting out soupy streamers of creamy white cum. The result of her son's explosions trailed Barbara's breasts, neck, and face with stickiness. She watched most of it land. "Ohhhh, noooooo!" Barbara screamed, the sight of her son's powerful cock so strong an aphrodisiac that she was almost into orgasm right then and there. She would have gone over the edge, too, except that Jill chose that particular moment to pull her face away from Barbara's cunt, giving Barbara the opportunity to suppress the orgasm.
"I think this hair-fringed pussy needs a cock to set it to trembling," Jill said. "Do I hear any volunteers?"
"Yea, I'll volunteer my big prick," Bobby said, his voice decidedly breathless. He released his hold on his mother's breasts, revealing a cleavage soaked with cum and pre-seminal slick. Upon release, his cock, still hard despite its blast-off, came to attention in front of his body. Its whole blood-glutted shaft was glossy with sexual liquid. "But first, I want mom here to lick my cock clean. I want, after all, to give her tight pussy nothing but a load of the fresh stuff, right?"
"Right," Jill readily agreed.
"Right, mom?" Bobby asked, then laughed. He picked up a thick string of cum on the tip of his index finger and brought it to his mother's lips. "And, here's a preview, just in case you've forgotten how good cum can taste."
"I won't! I won't!" Barbara protested, trying to turn her head. But, Bobby merely proceeded to gloss her lips with his cooling sex cream, poking his finger in between her lips to smear her gums with the slightly salty elixir.
Automatically, Barbara's tongue licked to clean the obscenity away. When she swallowed, her spit carried with it the taste of her son's seed.
She was actually disappointed when the taste of it didn't make her physically ill. She had certainly expected that resulting sickness to be there. It was only natural, wasn't it, that a son's cum should be nauseating if forced on his mother's taste buds? SO, WHY WASNT IT?
Bobby came scooting upward, sliding his cheeky buttocks over his mother's sex-glossed breasts. He felt her hardened nipples chafing his ass buns. He felt the stickiness of his own juices that had once been smeared on her breasts and was now smearing on his asscheeks.
Barbara saw what he was doing, his moving closer so that he could more conveniently feed his thick meatiness into her mouth. She had hoped that his scooting forward would have released her arms for battle, but she should have known she wouldn't be so lucky. Jill made sure that Barbara's arms were kept securely anchored at her mother's sides by quickly scooting up behind Bobby. Jill's ass settled down over the spit-drenched fleecy curls of her mother's cunt.
Bobby dropped his left hand down around the back of his mother's head, lifting Barbara's face into position. She tired to twist free, but his fingers were securely anchored within her black hair and wouldn't turn loose. With his right hand, he took hold of his cum-streaked meatiness and poked its pulpy head to his mother's lips. An oozing of stale cum exited his pouty cockmouth and trailed a string of slickness on Barbara's mouth.
"And, you just remember, mom, than if you bite this cock of mine, you are going to live to regret it."
Barbara shivered as the pulpy cockhead once again collided with her lips, actually penetrating to squash against the barrier offered by her firm white teeth. Bobby scooted even closer into his mother's face.
"Come on, mom, open up wide," Bobby coaxed.
"Ncooooo!" Barbara bellowed, the taste of her son's cock on her lips, the smell of it heavy in her nostrils. Her voicing, though, had opened her mouth just enough so that Bobby could take full advantage. He socked his cock quickly into place.
Barbara wasn't quite sure what had happened, most likely surprised because the cock had entered so fast that she hadn't had time to choke on it. Suddenly, it was just there, buried deep in her throat and spreading its juices there. Her nose was buried in Bobby's black pubic hair. Her chin was cushioned by the young man's hair-covered scrotum.
"Remember, mom, not to bite," Bobby said. His cock firmly entrenched, he joined his right hand with the left behind Barbara's head, the both of them holding her face in place.
Barbara, in truth, might have been thinking many things, but never had she thought of teaching her son a lesson by biting off his prick. Not that she was cowed by his warnings. It was simply that her biting off her own son's cock would have been even more obscene than his incestuous fucking of her mouth and throat. Bobby needn't, therefore, have worried. She wouldn't bite his blood-engorged meatiness. She would simply, somehow, bear the humiliation of it pumping her face. She would even, somehow, bear the possibility of it eventually erupting its hot cum inside of her. She would do all of that. The one thing, though, that she promised herself she would not do was enjoy this incestuous oral raping. Nothing could make her enjoy. Nothing! She only wished there was some way she could make her perverted son understand that, because it was obvious that he now didn't.
"You really do like the taste and feel of your son's thick meatiness rammed down your throat, don't you, mom?" Bobby said. "It's been a long time since you've sucked cock, hasn't it? Since dad died?"
In truth, Barbara had very seldom sucked Willis' cock. Not that she hadn't wanted to on enough occasions. But, Willis had somehow always thought his wife going down on his cock was dirty, so he had never let Barbara go beyond a few experimental sucks, those usually when he was asleep.
"Or, maybe you've had a few men friends dropping by so you can swing on their large cocks, huh, mom?" Bobby suggested. "Is that why you've gone out and bought yourself a black lace brassiere, black lace panties, black lace garter belt, and spiked high heels? Do some of your men friends like you dressed up like that while you go bouncing your head over their blood-engorged cocks?"
The bastard was crazy if he thought she had been unfaithful to Willis before or after the man had died, and she told him so. Her words, though, coming out as they did around the plug of Bobby's swollen cock, were quite undecipherable. This was the first sex Barbara had had in a long time, and it was being forced on her against her will.
"Hey, sis, mom here has either had one hell of a lot of practice cocksucking, or she's a natural at it," Bobby said. "She's swallowed my meaty thickness right up to my cum-ballooned balls and hasn't gagged once. Hell, even you gagged on my foot of thick meatiness the first time, didn't you?"
It was probably the sudden realization that Bobby's cock was a good foot of blue-veined stiffness that finally did send Barbara into a fit of gagging. After all, it hardly was natural that she, with so little previous experience, could have swallowed so much hardness, so fast, without gagging on it, was it?
"A little late there with the gag routine, aren't we, mom?" Bobby asked, clucking his tongue as if Barbara wasn't putting anything over on him. Still, he pulled his cock partially out so his mother could get some badly needed air and quit choking.
Barbara looked down the spit-wet neck of her son's stiff prick, seeing Jill's hands gliding around Bobby's waist to play with his big balls.
His mother seemingly recovered from any gagging bout, Bobby fucked her face right back to the bottom of his thick meatiness. Her nose buried in the stiffness of his pubic hair. Her lips ovaled tightly around the roots of his hard cock. At the same time, Jill gave Bobby's balls a hearty squeeze.
"God, but there is nothing quite like fucking your mother's face while your sister plays with your bloated testicles!" Bobby announced loudly. Even he could be surprised at how quickly his guts were thrilling toward another ejaculation. Oh, he was always quick on recovery. But, this time, he had been exceptionally quick.
Once again, Bobby dropped Barbara's head until her lips had climbed almost to his spongy cockhead. Then, using his handhold, he corkscrewed her throat back over his blood-engorged member.
"Oh, but that is A-fucking good!" Bobby said, accompanying with a low groan. After which, he commenced to bounce Barbara's head up and down over his stiff erection. In her black hair, his fingers clutched spasmodically as his pleasure rose higher and higher. He gripped her scalp, bringing her head into even faster fucking motion.
Barbara shut her eyes, disturbed at the ease with which her throat was taking and then surrendering her son's stiff cock. Aside from her initial, gagging, there had been no more. And, Barbara was convinced that there should have been more. In fact, she was convinced that she should have been choking to death on is mouth-raping hunk of meatiness. So, why wasn't he? Why was the cock fucking her face as if throat and cock had been made for each other? Why wasn't there pain? Why wasn't there discomfort? It was just too obscene for this lewd incestuous raping of her mouth and throat to be as easy for her as swallowing a pill. Bobby would have preferred remaining calm and cool while he worked his mother's head over his cock, but that suddenly became simply impossible. Faster than Bobby could have realized it possible, he was on he verge of another orgasm. "Goddamn it, mom, I'm cummmming!" he bellowed in surprise. He followed with a series of low and guttural groans as his balls released load after load of viscous cum.
Barbara felt the hot splashes of cum on the back of her throat. She had been expecting, all along, to choke on them, even if she hadn't gagged to death on the cock delivering them. However, she didn't gag. She simply swallowed ... swallowed ... swallowed, taking away the salty liquids as quickly as she found her son feeding them to her.
"Fucking Jesus!" Bobby squealed as Jill's massaging fingers coaxed even more cum from his bloated testicles by squeezing his nuts. "Fucking ... fucking ... Jesus!"
He squirted his last, then left his cock inserted until he recovered from his surprise. Slowly, he dropped his mother's head back to the rug, his cock slipping free of her mouth. His blood-engorged thickness wasn't as hard as it had been, but it wasn't completely flaccid, either.
"My God, but that was good!" he exclaimed. "Wasn't it, mom?"
Barbara, her eyes closed tightly, vigorously shook her head no, simultaneously ashamed that her son's cum had acted as an aphrodisiac as it had flooded her during his exploding orgasm.