Chapter 8
Jane cooked and everyone ate in silence. Except Abe. He didn't speak but he wasn't silent. His chomping mouth never closed on the chewed food, his fork scratched restlessly on the plate, his coffee was taken with noisy slurps, and after pushing his empty plate to the middle of the table he concluded with a loud burp.
"Your daughter's quite a little cook," he mentioned to Beth as she blankly sipped coffee.
Abe didn't seem to care about her trancelike state and kept talking. "Yep, a good cook and fine lover. You musta had her take dance lessons or something ... something to make her that well built and gymnastic ... "
Jane shot him a disgusted glare and Abe nodded. "Maybe it was sports. Did she go out for a lot of sports in school? Track, tumbling, swimming ... cheerleading?"
Beth swallowed her coffee and looked straight into Abe's mocking eyes. "Jane is an intelligent, capable young lady. Whatever she does, she does it well."
Abe snorted with humor and reached for another piece of toast. "She sure does!"
"Furthermore, you're the most disgusting pig I've ever seen," Beth added.
Abe stopped in mid-bite. Her sharp words dug into his thick, tough hide like hypodermic needles. "You seemed to enjoy It when I screwed you. You like fucking pigs? I'm sure I can find one up here in these mountains."
Jane looked at her mother. Abe was getting angry she wanted to warn Beth off, but it was too late. "You shouldn't have to look far ... start at the bathroom mirror."
Abe leaned his elbows on the table and said in a venomous, deep voice, "You're asking for it, cunt. Really asking for it."
"Mother" Jane interrupted. "Jerry is going to leave right after breakfast. I told him he could wear some of father's clothes."
Beth looked at Jane and smirked. "If he can fit into them. I don't think he's big enough."
"Then we'll be left here alone with Abe ..." Jane added as the best hint she could. She wanted her mother to know that they'd all be at the beast's mercy after Jerry left.
"That's like being left with a bucket of garbage."
Abe reached across the table and grabbed Beth by the throat. His mouth formed a vicious snarl and he hissed, "I've had enough of your crap, woman! Enough! I have half a mind to bust your mouth up so you'll keep quiet!"
"Please!" Jane cried hysterically. "She didn't mean it! She's upset!"
"I meant every word!" Beth said as her eyes stared, without falter into his glaring face. Abe s fist tightened as he stood, but when he drew back Jerry grabbed it and held. "Sit down, Abe," Jerry said. "You gonna let her get her way? Can't you see she's trying to work you up? Trying to piss you off?"
The rigid, angry man sat down and mumbled, "She's been asking for it all morning ..."
"Well, don't let her have her way," Jerry reasoned. "Ignore her insults."
Abe sat smoldering as everyone finished eating. Finally he leaned back, grinned, and said, "Before Jerry takes off I think it would be nice if the family gave him a little going away show of appreciation. A real nice show. With mom as the main attraction she'll be the star."
Beth sighed helplessly. She had hoped to anger him to the point of -violence then make a break for it. He was too thick-bodied to be very fast and if she only could have managed to make Abe chase her Jerry would be forced to stay behind and watch the kids. And if Jerry chased her the kids could easily outrun Abe. It was the first time since these men interrupted her life that she wasn't tied up, now her chance was gone ... she'd have more than willingly run to town in the nude. She'd run across blazing coals if she had to ... anything to protect her children.
"I don't have time," Jerry said. "I want to make tracks for the city."
"Awwww run out on the show? Geraldo ... ain't you got no manners or appreciation?" Abe laughed.
"Please ... please stay," Jane suddenly said.
Jerry looked at her begging eyes and wondered what she was up to. "Why? Why do you want me to stay?"
She threw a glance at Abe who was looking the other way and whispered, "Just ... Just a little while longer ... "
He understood. She was afraid of being left alone with Abe and his bag of tricks. Jerry shrugged, it couldn't take long, maybe Abe would tire and agree to go with him. He would like that better, then he could be sure his friend left them as they'd found them ... unharmed, unhappy, but unharmed.
"Okay," he mumbled.
Abe relished the news and clapped his hands together. "Good, I have a real great show all planned out for you!" His gleaming eyes beamed at Beth. "Get up, mom. We're going in the bathroom to set the stage."
Beth was about to say something when Abe reached for the broomstick. Her mouth closed and she stood, the slim, firm lines of her graceful body causing Tim to look up. Her body was as healthy and vibrant as Jane's, curving, succulent soft and appealing. His eyes quickly turned away as Abe said, "Hold your horses, boy. I know you're young, but at times like these you have to be patient. Mature and patient."
As Abe steered Beth into the bedroom and closed the door Jane turned to Jerry. "Must you leave him here? Isn't there anything you can do to get him to leave with you?" Her volume dropped. "I'm afraid."
"I don't know ..."
She stepped close to him, her eyes mellow and pleading. "We won't call the police ... we'll let you both get a good head start before we say anything ... "
"I can't bother with ..."
The pink tips of her excitable breasts pressed against his arm as she whispered invitingly, "And after you're through in the city I can meet you there. We live in the city ..."
"Huh!"
"To keep you happy ... to hide you from the police if they're after you ..."
"Cut it out," Jerry mumbled. "That's crazy. No, once I leave you'll never see me again."
She hugged his arm forcefully into the full softness of the breasts and whispered, "Then let me make you happy before you go, at least let me do that. Just once, just one more time together ... you and me ... "
Jerry looked down at Tim's shocked face then back at Jane's serious expression. She meant it, she wanted him to fuck her before going. His determination was wavering, he had only had her once and that wasn't under perfect conditions ...
The bedroom door burst open and Abe stood there totally nude, his stout stomach resting against the stiffened head of his thick pecker. "Ladies and gentlemen ... If you'll all just come this way ... " His arm pointed into the bedroom.
"What about him?" Jerry asked looking at Tim.
Abe smiled. "I shall escort the young boy myself. I have to give him his costume first."
"You beast ..." Jane hissed.
"I can arrange a part in the show for you, little lady," he threatened with a lifted eyebrow.
Jerry took Jane's arm and said, "Come on, Jet's humor him and hope he'll leave afterwards."
As she threw a hesitant glance back at Tim, Jane was ushered into the bedroom. When she saw her mother, Jane gasped. She thought it was blood, but finally recognized the deep red smears on Beth's face. It was lipstick, widespread strokes of brilliant red completely covering her mother's forehead, cheeks, nose, and chin. It was like a blackface of the old vaudeville days, but in this case it was a red-faced.
"I'm so sorry, Jane," Beth emotionally sobbed as she saw her daughter's tears. "I begged them not to touch you! I pleaded and cooperated ... I did everything they wanted!"
"It's all right, mother," Jane said as Jerry sat her in a chair at the foot of the bed. "They haven't hurt me."
"Haven't hurt you? Look what they've made you do! With them ... with your own brother!"
Jerry saw the whiteness of dusting powder on Beth's small, pointed breasts. Then he saw it on the cheeks of her ass. Abe had found her cosmetics and found pleasure in using them. Her crotch hair and cunt lips glistened with a greasiness, a large jar of cold cream sat on the nightstand. A cord, like a leash, was around her slim throat and tied to the bed frame ... but there was lots of slack, plenty of leash.
"What is he going to do?" Beth sobbed at Jerry. "Please don't let him hurt my children."
There wasn't time to answer. Abe shoved Tim into the room. The youngster was totally naked and showed no signs of any makeup. His healthy flesh glowed with suntan and he walked very slowly and cautiously. Abe had skipped the makeup with Tim, but not the leash. A cord came down from the cheeks of Tim's ass and reached to Abe's hand the other end was tied around Tim's testicles.
"Don't try running off, boy," Abe chuckled. "You might leave something behind!"
He shoved Tim again and pulled back on the leash hard enough to make the boy grimace. "That's just to show you it works! That I'm not fooling around!"
"Oh, my God!" Beth moaned painfully.
"On the bed, boy!" Abe ordered. "Fast!"
Before he could jerk the string again Tim crawled onto the bed and sat. "Lay down! On your back right next to your loving mother and friend!" Abe snapped like a ringleader in a circus.
"For chrissake, Abe!" Jerry yelled. "Why the hell ... "
"Shut up!" Abe bellowed. "You can leave any time you want! I don't need you here to enjoy myself! Go! Run off to your fucking city!"
Jane's hand clamped tight to Jerry's arm to plead with him to stay, Jerry took a deep breath, closed his eyes, shut his mouth, Abe seemed satisfied and turned back to the mother and son lying next to each other on the bed, They weren't looking at each other, just lying, stiff, unmoving.
"Okay, mom, since you have the lead part in our little play I want you to take a bow. Not the usual bow ... no, you won't face the audience ... "
Beth's sobbing heaves for breath wouldn't stop, her mouth was shaking with anger and fear, she didn't understand what he wanted until Abe screamed, "Roll over! On your belly! But not on the bed! On your little boy!"
"Noooooo!" she moaned.
Abe grabbed her legs and twisted, Beth groaned and unwillingly rolled herself on top of Tim's still body. Her legs rested on the outside of his, her firm breasts pressed into his chest, she laid her tear-streaked, red face over his trembling shoulder.
"That's it, mom," Abe said. "Now we see all your talents, that's what I call a real nice bow."
He stared at her cold-cream dripping pussy, at the pink hole of her ass sitting between round, powder-covered asscheeks. Her light-skinned thighs were stretched across Tim's, the flesh covered with goose bumps, her crotch resting directly over his limp hanging cock and balls.
Beth sensed the strength in her son she felt the hard muscles of his well-formed body below her, the tension, the fury. She drew her emotions together, this was not a time for hysteria, no, it was a time for control and understanding ... Her head turned and she placed a soft kiss on his cheek. "I'm sorry, Tim," she whispered.
His eyes flooded with tears of regret. "I'm sorry too, mom. Sorry I wasn't there when you needed me" he moaned. His athletic body shivered uncontrollably under her.
"Relax, Tim, there's nothing we can do ..." she said.
"I want to kill him ..." he hissed.
"Relax, son ... just try and relax ... "
Abe stared at Tim's uncooperative cock and shook his head. It was limp, the balls hung behind it in their cinched-up bag, red hair surrounded everything.
"What's a matter with your brother?" he asked Jane. "Can't he get it up? Did you screw it all out of him?"
Jane's hold on Jerry's arm tightened and she kept silent. Abe nodded slowly and said "I got ways of making him stiff. I can use my hand on him and pound his little cock up ... " He smiled. "That is ... unless you want to save him from the dirty old man ... "
"What?" she managed to ask.
His face darkened. "Reach in there and jack him off!. Get his prick hard! Do it or I'll pull this string until it's up or ripped onto the floor!"
"Do as he says," Jerry said. He saw a desperation in Abe's rage, the animal was trying to impress Jerry for some strange reason, trying to prove himself as mean and tough ... not just a burglar, but a man capable of much more ... brutality, violence, even to the point of murder.
Jane moved from the chair with unsteady legs. Being forced to fuck Tim was one thing, but being forced to participate in having her brother and mother fuck was another. She unhappily reached between the openness of her mother's thighs and wrapped gentle fingers around Tim's un-aroused penis.
"That's the girl ... now beat him off. Get it up big and hard like you had it," Abe instructed.
Jane's hand moved slowly at first, meading the fleshy worm, rolling it tenderly, in her fingers. Tim's body remained unmoving as she stroked up and down, pulling the cool prick up, working warmth and blood into its length. It started responding - the first indication was the color. It grew from a pale, washed-out hue to a pink, then red.
She gripped tighter and beat her hand faster as the glans became larger, as the edge flared out and the wrinkled flesh of the shaft started to grow taut. But it still flopped like loose rubber against her palm as Jane furiously tried to beat life into it.
Abe gave the string a pull and she saw Tim's testicles stretch against the string. He was warning her, showing he was serious about his threat. Jane inhaled, then plunged her head down into the vee between her mother's thighs, the full cheeks of Beth's ass rubbed against Jane's forehead as she took the cock in her moist, thirsty lips.
"Now that's what I call cooperation," Abe cracked. "A real stick-together family."
Jane trickled her tongue across Tim's sponge-like glans and felt it increase in size and heat. Her lips hugged under the head and slowly, with great suction, slid down. He was getting hard, very hard and long. Saliva filled her mouth as it gushed down with more speed to suck at the tasty, wonderful shaft to try and pull it into her throat. Beth's rump was in the way, Jane couldn't engulf Tim's prick totally. The aromas of her mother's vagina and Tim's heated rod were thick in Jane's nostrils, and suddenly she felt very glad to be a part of their ultimate act ... forced or not. She licked down to soothe the tied scrotum.
"All right! It's up!" Abe gleefully called out. "Get your hot mouth off his prick before it blows apart!"
Jane didn't pull away. Her head bobbed deep into the vee of four legs, the pecker stabbed far into her mouth. She sucked and prayed for a mouthful of jism, she wanted to steal the show, climax Tim and ruin the obscene plans of Abe. She didn't feel his hand wrap in her hair until he jerked. Jane's mouth left Tim's prick with a pop of suction and a spray of saliva.
It was up. Tremendously up. Long, hard, wet, and red. Tim's prick was like a full-grown tree sitting in his meadow of curly red hair. The head was so high that it cleared the hump of Beth's white ass ... then it tilted toward his upper body to stiffly lodge into the soft crease of his mother's waiting ass.
"Now, ain't that beautiful," Abe chided. He pulled Jane from the bed and sat her in the chair. "You don't want to miss anything, now do you? From here you'll be able to see how well the cock you just sucked up does inside a cunt. Your mommy's cunt."
"You creep ... you stinking beast ... " Jane moaned.
Ignoring her he turned and clapped his hands. "Okay, mom, screw down on that beautiful prick kissing your ass! I want to see it in your cunt! Get it? Fuck that cock or your boy will feel pain ... lots of pain ... "
Beth breathed softly on Tim's cheek as her hips began to lift and she felt his burning cockhead slipping down the crease of her soft rump. She had been surprised by his size when she saw Tim and Jane in the kitchen, but now it seemed even larger, hard, pronging down toward the cold-cream-packed slit of her cunt.
Tim's erection was numb, he knew it could feel nothing. Even the frantic lips of Jane had failed to do anything but make it hard and hot. He felt no emotion, no nearness to a climax ... just a dull, unwanted stiffness. Now, as his mother's backside lifted and his prick lowered into position he still felt nothing, nothing but the tenderness of her flesh, the warmth of her body, the gentle caress of the loose, slick tissues at the door to her gash.
They met his cockhead with an eager, yawning spread of pink and red. The melted cold cream had mostly been absorbed into Beth's cunt lining, but enough remained to grease his glans and make her twat lips slide easily apart. Tim's beautiful shaft kissed the mouth of his mother's cunt.
Beth wasn't going to wait for Abe's crude orders. She knew what they had to do and gave her hips short twists to each side. The head of the prick pressed the lips further back and they came around to half-swallow the mushroom cap. Then as her hips bore down on the hardness she whispered to her son, "I love you."
With a desperate groan Tim drove himself upward. The dead dullness of his cock was gone, suddenly he could feel everything, every wet touch, every warm kiss, every hugging inch of slippery, twisting, snatch on his furiously pounding meat, The cock drove deep into her downward-pounding cunt, and with a gust of escaping air disappeared from the sight of the avid audience.
Jerry had been disgusted by the whole thing up until this point. The eager, almost avid, way in which their organs came together dispelled much of his repulsion. It was obvious the torture was over for mother and son, now their excited bodies were meeting each other with lust, hunger, ravenous energy.
Abe was ready to laugh uproariously in the power of his victory. His victory of humiliation. But he saw no humiliation or embarrassment, all he saw were the two organs, the cock and cunt, crashing into each other with an abandon and happiness he'd never thought possible. Their upper bodies were still but their hips and legs were grinding, stabbing, twisting, plunging.
Jane could still taste the sweet flavor of her brother's prick in her mouth. It turned sour, sour with jealousy as she saw his wonderful stick drive deep into another woman's body. Her own cunt felt hollow, empty, deprived ... it was her cock, she had had it first, she was the one who had had him first. She had been his first woman. Jane wished it was her pussy receiving the thick, long pecker.
Beth swallowed down the saliva in her mouth and drew in a deep, reviving breath of air. He was tremendous, huge, hard. Her box was stretched like a tight wrapper around the unstoppable plunge of his steel-like shaft. It was ramming against her clitoris, causing excited blossoms to already bloom inside her turmoil-ridden guts. It was the best-feeling stick she had ever had.
All Tim could compare Beth's cunt to was Jane's. And to him there was no difference, they both felt inexplicably great. The way they both seemed to hug yet glide at the same time. The way they worked their limber hips to twist against him, to make his cock ride up one side and down the other, to grind and hurl and jerk and suck and pound all at the same time.
"You have nothing to be ashamed of," Beth whispered to her gasping son.
"But this is wrong ... " he mumbled.
"Does it feel wrong to you?" she gently asked as her clitoris took the full length of his grating slide.
"No," he hesitantly answered.
"Then it isn't," she simply said.
"Is it right?"
"It's not right that we're forced to do it ..." Beth's arms curled under the sweat-covered head of her son, she hugged him tight with her hungry body.
Tim's hands pressed on her back and slid across the smooth, sleek skin. Her chest moved, Beth worked her red, bristling nipples down hard on his heaving chest. Her legs separated wide and with an arch of her lower back she whipped her cunt down with doubled speed and eagerness.
"Well, what do you know?" Abe said while shaking his head. "The old lady goes for it as much as his sister did. I think this boy's gonna be well-fucked the rest of his life."
Abe sat on the side of the bed next to the rhythmically humping couple and placed his hand on Beth's rising ass. He petted her soft mounds as they plunged down and pulled back up. He was transfixed by the screwing organs, his own pecker was hard and he distractedly reached down to stroke himself.
Jerry felt Jane's cool fingers slide around his prick and looked at her. She was breathing heavily, staring without a blink at the widespread cheeks of her mother's ass as it grooved down to the inserting shaft of her brother. She squeezed tight at his hardness, the hand pumped up and down.
He reached over, uncaring about where they were or who was watching, and cupped her breast. The pliant, pink nipple rolled between his fingers and he squeezed. It reddened and drew into a tight, pointed pucker, heat poured from it as Jane pressed her full, swollen breast into his hand.
Jane suddenly looked at him, her eyes were desperate, wanting. She couldn't stand the emptiness another second, she had to feel a cock inside her ... anywhere inside. She dropped to her knees before him and pushed his thighs apart. Jerry's long stick was first kissed, then licked, then snugly sucked into the burning oven of her deep-dragging lips.
"Mmmmmmm ..." Jane moaned as she went down totally on the throat-filling cock.
Jerry slid down in the chair and heaved his prick into the open, gurgling wetness of her happy mouth. Jane's hands dug under his ass to hold each cheek and squeeze as she sucked. He felt her nimble fingers against his asshole, tickling, teasing, daring it to let one inside.
Abe looked over and was surprised to see Jane upstaging his act. He was the only guy in the room not getting something, anything at all. Jerry smiled with contentment at the golden-haired head bobbing in his lap, the tongue-lashing mouth slurping on his tool like it was sugar cane. Abe snorted and moved his hand from atop Beth's backside down into the crack.
Beth's steady tempo faltered as her torso tightened. He was doing it again, threatening her anus. She knew from the first time when he'd used his finger in there and she'd reacted with uncontrollable panic that he'd return. He'd humiliated her with the broomstick making threats, giggling, asking her why she was so sensitive about her ... she tried to forget the word he'd used ... shithole.
Tim wondered what was troubling his mother as her hips lost the rhythm, as she took shallower drives onto his feverish cock. He looked at her eyes and saw something was bothering her, something was wrong. He wondered if he was doing it to her, if he was the cause of her discomfort.
When the middle finger pressed at her pink anus Beth almost cried out. But she was determined not to panic, not to let him know it bothered her. But it did. Taking anything in her ass was more than repulsive to her it was frightening, horrendous. The mere thought of it made her tighten.
And tight she was. Abe twisted his finger like a screw against the flexed, unyielding pucker. Her hips still managed to make haphazard strokes at Tim's gliding pecker, but her enjoyment and concentration were destroyed. The finger was like a hammer, a fist a telephone pole knocking where it wasn't wanted. He shoved with vicious force until the ring peeled tautly back and his fingertip felt the tenderness of her insides.
"Please ... don't ... " Beth mumbled, trying to exert as much control as possible over her wavering voice.
"Shut up and keep fucking" Abe hissed. "I'll do whatever I fucking well please."
"Leave her alone!" Tim snapped.
Abe gave his finger a fierce stab and Beth went tense as she felt it rip deep into her rectum. "Now fuck your son and shut him up!"
"Yesss! Please Tim, don't say a word! Ignore him!" she cried to her son.
"How can I?" Tim asked. "He's torturing you!"
"Quiet ..." she moaned. Her hips crashed down with heated lust to engulf his hot cock with seething cunt. Her mind was whirling, she had to ignore it, had to force the presence of the finger from her mind. It's not there, it's not there, she kept telling herself over and over as her wet body writhed like a swimming fish across her son's heaving torso.
She pressed her mouth down on his and drove a frantic tongue between his lips to guarantee his silence. Tim slid his own tongue inside her mouth and together they danced against teeth and gums. Her pussy jerked, twisted, a sudden gush of hot wetness spilled on his pecker, a climax trembled along his length, the walls of the cunt slammed and battered his thrilled meat.
"Uuuuuummmmmm!" She moaned into his mouth. Then, pulling away, "Yesss! Oh! Yesssss!"
Their mouths slammed back together and they kissed their joy into each other, mother satisfied on son, son building himself toward completion inside her.
Abe worked his whole finger into the tight pinch of her asshole but was disappointed. The reaction he'd enjoyed so much was missing-her panic, her howls for mercy were gone. He gave the finger a bending twist and felt the rectal tissues strain against him. But still, she didn't scream.
He looked back at Jane and Jerry. Her mouth was filled with his scrotum a testicle slid all wet and soaked from her kissing, nipping lips. She was sucking his nuts, running the tongue up into the loose skins and nibbling like a little rodent at his hairy, wet sac. Then he saw her tongue drive down deep under Jerry's balls, she was tickling his asshole.
Jerry lifted off the chair and felt the squirming search of her tongue tip lick his anus. It was a gentle, cool wash of twirling softness then a wide-lapping scrub inside his cheeks. Finally she pointed the tongue and drove it forcefully into the taut hole: it opened easily and welcomed her inside. The flowing juiciness of the writhing tongue sent waves of simmering pleasure throughout Jerry's pounding body.
Abe spit on the floor and frowned. With a determined snort he jerked his finger from Beth's squeezing asshole and mounted the bed behind her. His knees crushed between Tim's open thighs and he lowered his pulsating rod down to the sweeping roundness of Beth's heaving backside.
She was aware of him and keenly aware of what he was about to do. She couldn't ignore that! Her whole body, arms and legs, came to a stop, she froze with fear and she felt his hot hands grab at her hips, as she felt the thick, powerful head of his battering-ram cock lodge between the spiked cheeks of her rump.
"God no!" she begged. "Don't! I can't take that! I can't stand that!"
Jerry quickly looked up and Jane drew her mouth from him to see what was wrong. Tim stared up into the filthy grin of Abe as the monster drove his heavy body forward against Beth's cushioning rump.
"AAAAUUUUUGH!" Beth screamed with terror as she felt the knob slam brutally against her rigid, unfuckable hole. "Noooooo!"
Abe's cock hit against the taut pucker, but she twisted her hips and it slid above the hole. With an angry grip on her hips he tried again and this time managed to batter the anus into a painful retreat, but it didn't open. It was forced into her, still tight, unyielding, refusing to let him past.
Abe threw his whole weight behind his pounding prick and heard her dreaded cry as the anus started to lose strength. It was unwillingly being forced open by the insistence of his unbearable pressure.
"NOOOO! AUUUUUGH!" Beth gasped as she felt herself rip open to allow him in. Her whole back was thumping, her arms ached, she threw her head down into the furrow of Tim's neck and cried with defeat.
Her constricted hole yielded in short, shuddering stages to let the thick shaft muscle inch by inch into the smothering squeeze of her rectum. Abe started laughing as he felt her ass groan with the expulsion of air he displaced, then he lunged his stick into her with punishing force.
"God! Oh, God!" Beth whimpered. Then to Tim. "Fuck me, fuck me fast and hard, Tim. Make me forget what he's doing!"
Tim's body swam up to her and filled the hungry walls of her cunt with thrilling meat, Beth tried to press down to meet him but it was impossible, she was impaled on Abe's thumping pillar, stuck up above Tim with no way to meet his healthy young shaft. But Tim understood and lifted high, his juice-soaked muscle moved completely inside her.
Beth had never felt so full in her life. A cock in her cunt and a cock in her ass. Both big, both slamming at a feverish, blurring speed, both stirring her guts into a torrent of confused reactions, repulsion, enjoyment, hatred, love.
Jane blinked as she saw her mother take the two prongs. Abe's hulking body obscured most of the sight, but she had no trouble understanding her mother's position, But the cries were softer now, more moans intermingled with sighs than anything else, Jane always knew her mother wasn't so sexually free that she'd take it in the ass.
Then the empty, envious feeling came back to Jane. She reached down to run a finger between the liquid-dripping lips of her own cunt. She was hot, boiling- over, anxious to feel as full as her mother. Jane stood up, turned her back on Jerry, then sat on his lap until she felt the head of his prong press against the searching lips of her snatch.
"Fuck me ... fuck me, please," she moaned. Jerry guided her down on his cooking meat and felt the blissful grip of her drooling pussy. She dropped fully and sent the long shaft deep into her steaming crack.
"Yessssss ..." she sighed. "Oh? it feels so good ... so wonderful to have you inside me ..."
Jerry reached around and scooped the massive piles of downy breast into his hands. His mouth sucked on her soft shoulder as he plied the big jugs with his palms and pinched the nipples between his fingers. Her narrow waist and flat belly buckled with a deep intake of air, and then Jane started fucking. Her ass whipped from side to side to make the big cock slam hard against her walls, to stretch and pound her, to make her cunt feel so full that there'd be no room left for anything else ... even cream.
Beth licked her son's smooth neck and felt her pussy vibrating with joy on his pole. Abe's battering-ram in her ass no longer hurt, she had to admit it felt good in a strange way, a way she'd never experienced before. It was a terribly uneasy feeling but still it did send a chilling thrill through her body.
And Tim's heaving lifts into the waiting walls of her snatch were feeling so much better-it was as if her cunt had tightened as if the cock in her ass had pulled away any slack or looseness. Tim felt gigantic, wonderful, as he stuffed her time and time again with long hardness. And deep in her rectum everything was so warm and good, good enough for her to press back at Abe, to aid him in driving to his full depth.
Beth couldn't help but wonder how Tim's longer stick would feel instead of Abe's. It might just touch that warm spot just out of Abe's reach, it might crash into it and ignite everything she always knew was living inside her. It might make her have an orgasm bigger than life itself.
Abe felt much better. She was over her crying and actually fucking back at him with her asshole. Doing it coy-like to keep him from knowing that she was loving it. But he could care, he was in her ass, that was the last place he wanted to get before splitting on this happy little family. He had gotten both of them, mother and daughter in the cunt, mouth, and asshole. There was nothing left to insult, it would be time to go soon.
"Ah! Ah! Ah! Oooooooh!" Beth sighed as she felt her body ripple with passion. "It feels so good! Both places! Both in my cunt and ass."
Tim grimaced and lifted up to hold his excited meat inside the furious clamping of her raining gash. His mother's twat was like a thousand fingers tickling down his hardness, beautiful, loving fingers urging him on. A shudder enveloped his hips and he gasped for air as the built-up pressure forced semen from his embedded prick of iron.
It washed from him in plentiful sprays of white stickiness to foam and adhere to her trembling linings. The jism frothed like foam to fill and drench all her hot tissues, to trickle and stream with drooling heaviness down his cock and eventually out of her wet, opened lips.
Jane sobbed, "My God! Yesssss!" as the ecstasy of Jerry's rod drove her cunt crazy. Her hair whipped in his face as she wildly twisted down onto the big screw in her hole. It collapsed time and again on the wonderful meat to thank it, to express devotion, good luck and best wishes all over it. Then she jerked up and forward as her cunt still trembled, and sat her anus down on the slick, dripping cockhead.
"In my ass ... in my ass, please" she begged.
Jerry lifted up and she strained down. The spade-like head of his throbbing tool mushed into her tight friction until the anus yawned open and came slamming down around him. He felt the taut ring of muscle scour his burning skin, scrape away the wet to replace it with new wetness.
Jane struggled her squirming, stretching rectum down on the long, gouging stick until her asscheeks pressed against his hot thighs. She paused, her mouth open and eyes glazed as the tender tissue of her ass adjusted to the unusual fullness. Then she lifted up slowly, very slowly, to feel each exciting inch of hard rub and nerve-jangling pressure.
"Oooooohhhhhh ..." she happily sighed. "You feel so big and hot."
The liquid-seething interior of her rectum collapsed into a sucking hug around the huge glans as it slid toward her colon. But Jane wasn't about to lose it, she lifted high then dropped down with all her weight. The screeching tension of her gripping hole tore right along Jerry's taut prick skin to send waves of licking fire throughout his body.
Abe's cock was whipping with ease into Beth's now expanded asshole. She was taking it with swift clips of her ass, shoving back and grinding passionately. Tim's long pecker still plowed steadily into her snatch, jamming her crotch with log-like cocks, pummeling all her juicy tissues into hysterical flutters of unstoppable joy and happiness.
"Uuuummmmmm," she hummed constantly as the double heads drove deep at the same time.
The cream of Tim's climax intermingled with her greased fluids to drench her inner thighs and mat his red hair. But his stick was still big and hard, it kept pumping energetically into the froth of its own ejaculation, working like a butter churn, turning the thick wet into whipped cream.
Abe's groans of ecstasy filled Beth's ringing ears as she felt his heavy weight slam completely against the jutting roundness of her cheek-spread ass. Suddenly his cock felt like a thousand fists as it exploded violently into the pink lushness of her rectum. Beth felt herself filling with his spewing jism, felt his pecker thrash like an untended hose.
"Yesssss!" she hissed. "Come in my ass! Spray yourself inside my asshole!" Then she quietly whispered, "That's where you belong."
Abe heard nothing. His fingers dug hard into the billowed meat of her ass and squeezed. The spasmodic lurches of his hips were deep and punishing, his face became a grimace of release. Then with a wheezing exhale, he collapsed forward onto her back, driving her wet body tight down onto Tim ... crushing Tim with the added, excessive weight.
Tim couldn't breathe under the crush, but he didn't cry out. His mother's hole was shuddering again, throbbing against him, climaxing with tight clamps and suction. No, Tim could do without air at a time like this ... there was always time for breathing.
"Come in my ass ... " Jane begged as Jerry's spike ripped deep into her squishing tightness. "Make me feel good, make me happy, make me full ... "
His hands squeezed at her breasts and the downy flesh overflowed his fingers. A nipple peeked between his thumb and forefinger, Jerry pinched tight, and Jane's rump came down with a crescendo of slapping ass on thighs.
"Yes!" Jerry groaned as his prick shuddered with pressure. "Yes! Yes! Yes!" she gleefully screamed. "Me too!"
Their bodies hurled at each other and coupled together like one person as his hips lifted high and her rump heaved down. She kept her anus glued to his lowest point as the cockhead flared, then opened up to discharge the hot sperm.
Jane's empty cunt was fluttering and streaming wetness down on his balls. She speared her finger inside to pummel the pounding clitoris incessantly as her body rocked from side to side on the erupting fountain in her lovely asshole.
"So good! It feels so good," Jane moaned.
Then it was over. She regretfully lifted away from the drenched prick and felt it pop from her ass. Abe had rolled off Beth and was on his back, huffing, gasping for each breath. Beth was curled protectively inside the strong, manly hug of her son. She whispered in his ear, "You can't feel guilty for not being here when they arrived, Tim. But I'm thankful you're here now, that you're such a grown man, such a man!"
He nodded and closed his eyes. The taste for vengeance was in his mouth, but he knew the chances of satisfaction were slim; the important thing was protecting Beth and Jane, making sure they were all left without any more harm than had already been done.
Jerry stood up and looked at Abe. The hulking man was exhausted, wiped out. Jerry wondered how far his stubby legs would carry him before giving out, before forcing Abe to beg for a break and a rest. Before he could leave the stout fool helpless and unable to travel any further. That's the moment Jerry was planning on, the ripe time for him to leave Abe alone in the deep woods.
He was sure Abe would never find his way back to the cabin; no, Abe had proved he had no sense of direction when they had first gotten lost. In time the overweight lug would stumble onto the highway begging to be taken back to prison where he would get food shelter the safe security of a cell.
"Abe, it's time to go," Jerry said.
Abe lifted his weary head and nodded.