Chapter 9
For several weeks my new swinging wife and I frequented parties at Hank and Doris' house nearly half a dozen times. Each time Glenda gathered more momentum in our new lifestyle. At the last two parties she had widened her vistas by pleasuring other women and accepting the same from them.
"My God, Chuck," she exclaimed after the first such encounter, "I don't feel one bit lesbian, but I sure dig Doris eatin' my pussy. I came twice in five minutes."
"You don't have to be lesbian to enjoy a good tongue-fuck, baby," I replied.
Meanwhile, we had completely ignored our kids. It was Glenda who first mentioned our neglect. "Chuck, we had better turn some of our attention toward home," she announced one evening. We had just finished a delightful session with Hank and Doris and were driving homeward. It was nearly midnight and I couldn't imagine what prompted her abrupt statement
"Hey, baby, why all of the sudden mother instinct?"
"Don't snicker, you ole cocksman, my instincts are getting very sharp. Besides, Barbara's at that ripe age where she wants to use that equipment between her luscious thighs, or hadn't you noticed?"
"I'd be a liar if I denied it; she's a real beaut and sexy as Racquel Welch. And don't forget Robbie, mama dear. Have you ever seen him in the buff? He's pretty well endowed for seventeen, ole puss."
"Really?" Her voice was soft, contemplative. I suddenly realized she hadn't thought of him without diapers for many years. God help sons from their mothers when they pass ten years old.
"Yes, really."
"Hmmmmm."
I couldn't quite interpret the "hmmmm," but I thought it had slightly sensual overtones.
We glided into our driveway quietly and went into the house the same way. Even though we were home nearly two hours earlier than usual when we went to Hank's, we still didn't want to disturb Barb and Robbie. We had two reasons. Primarily we had thus far avoided any embarrassing questions from our kids about our sudden round of nocturnal activities.
As we passed through the living room we heard voices. They came from our family room next to the patio. A light came from the door which was slightly ajar.
Glenda was about to call out, but I motioned her to be quiet. Then I guided us over to the partially open door. Robbie's voice was husky with awe.
"Gosh, Barb. I ... well, I never realized how beautiful you were. Boy, you really got a groovy bod .-.. even better than moth ... anybody's."
"Rob?" Barbara exclaimed. "Why you little devil, you've been peeping at mother. How? When? C'mon, little brother, I won't tell."
"Well," Robbie began reluctantly, "I came home from school early one day. She was changing clothes after her shower. Her bedroom door was open-so I looked."
"Made your cock hard, I bet. Cmon, admit it!" Barb coaxed. "Well, that's interesting. Stand up!"
"Why?" Robbie asked in a strained voice.
"What's the matter, dear, are you afraid your sister will see your hard-on? I know you have one. With me prancing around naked, it's a cinch. Why do you think I got skinny in front of you? Just to brag, or show off? Well, the truth is, I'm so horny I nearly come in my pantyhose just lookin' at you. I know all about your love muscle, Robbie. I've watched you in the bathroom jacking off every night. Oh God, I came every time you pumped that big gorgeous, thick cock. Tonight I decided to put it to work on what it was meant for, little brother-a real, live, hot, twitching twat!" Her voice was low and husky and her breathing was faster than normal.
Glenda was as fascinated as I by the scene between our two children. She slipped her hand into mine automatically; something we had established during our courting days when our emotional level reached a certain point. She whispered urgently in my ear. "Chuck, incest ... I don't think...."
"She's on the pill, doll. I know. I saw your bill from Doc Harris," I murmured softly in reply. "Other than babies, how could a little friendly fuck hurt a sister and brother? Christ, it's as common as the cold ... shhh. You're about to see your son become a man." I pulled her close and in front of me. I was taller and she deserved a front seat. After all, unknown to her, I'd already tasted Barbara's sweet juicy meat, so I wanted her to get a front seat with her son's first fuck. At least, I hoped it was.
Meanwhile Robbie stood defiantly in front of his naked, luscious sister. Her black hair hung down to her waist and the firm, succulent swell of her large meaty breasts stood out from her magnificent torso like ripe fruit. The nipples were erect with arousal. Her eyes bored down at Robbie's bulging crotch like a laser.
Suddenly she dropped to her knees in front of him, breasts hobbling from the motion. With eager but nimble fingers she located the zipper-tab under the fly-flap and pulled. Robbie gasped at her sudden move, but didn't move. He was transfixed by the situation. At his feet, his shockingly beautiful sister knelt, completely naked, peeling off his snugly fitted jeans. He knew she was seeking his pulsing penis, but his mind boggled at anything past that point.
I'd never really noticed before, but my son was extremely well built.
Long muscled legs and thighs joined a narrow waisted, flat-stomached torso which flared upward to heavy, smoothly muscled shoulders and deep chest. He was handsome also, with thick sensual lips, dark heavily browed eyes, and a thick head of raven black hair.
Still kneeling, Barb peeled his jeans down, exposing jockey shorts which exhibited an enormous bulge. Her eyes widened as she stared in amazement at the bulge. Then, without another second of hesitation, she slipped her long tapered fingers over the waistband and peeled the shorts down.
"Oh my God!" she gasped, "it's, it's ... gorgeous."
Loosed from the confining shorts, his splendid cock sprang out a full nine inches hard, thick, and pulsing with lust and power. The red, large-knobbed head was pulsing within an inch of her mouth. Beneath the magnificent rod, two large swollen testicles hung with quiet majesty. My son was hung like a fuckin' bull, almost as big as his old man.
"Jesus!" Glenda's fingers squeezed my hand hard. "I can't believe it, Chuck. Did I make that magnificent cock?" Her breathing was suddenly faster, and the palm of her hand was moist with nervous perspiration. She was turned-on.
"No," I whispered, "it was a mutual project, doll. Quite a stud, wouldn't you say?" As I spoke I slipped my left hand under her short miniskirt, forced my fingers into the soft moist cleft of her butt-cheeks, and clutched the hair-covered labia just forward of her ass hole. She was sopping and sticky with juice. I sighed with relief. It was going to be fine. Glenda would indeed fuck her son; thus once again I could experience the wild, animal ecstasy of my daughter's ripe, luscious cunt without fear of reprisal.
That daughter was now caressing the hard white shaft of her brother's enormous young cock. Her fingertips flickered lightly over the red knob of his cockhead, down the pulsing length of its thick shaft, and under the heavy, swollen globes of his balls.
Her fingers clutched them fondly, squeezed, fondled and kneaded them with raw lustful pleasure.
"Oh Jesus, sis, ohhh ... boy! Does that ever ... ohhh God ... don't stop ... more, more ... oh yeah ... yeah." Robbie was in pure heaven and small beads of seminal fluid oozed from the small hole in the tip of his bulging cockhead.
Slowly and expertly, Barb gathered these drops, smeared them over his cockhead and shaft. Then she grasped his shaft and commenced pumping up and down. The fluid acted as a lubricant, and her fist glided smoothly up and down, up and down, up and down. The girl knew how to jack off a good hard cock.
Faster and faster she pumped, watching Robbie's face all the time. His eyes were closed, teeth clenched, and face contorted with exquisite lust. "Ohhh ... God ... OHHH ... faster Barb, faster ... I'm-" His moans matched the twitch and lunge of his pelvis.
With another swift motion Barb grabbed his flailing balls and squeezed. In the same motion she lunged with her head, captured the slick, pulsing cockhead in her mouth just as he ejaculated with a powerful thrust.
"OWWW ... GOD YESSS ... AHHHGGH!" He shrieked as the hot seed erupted like a volcano from the depths of his tortured scrotum.
Barb's mouth sealed off escape and she ingested each thick, molten glob of his gism with hungry lust. She shuddered violently as each spasm racked Robbie's frame, and she too came and came in a series of multiple orgasms.
She held his cock in her mouth for a full minute, draining every last drop from his core. Finally, she loosed it, and it slithered from her lush gjsm-covered lips like a glistening rope of flesh.
Robbie fell to his knees in front of her gasping, and trembling. Her eyes gazed at him beneath half-closed, long-lashed lids. They smouldered with raw, animal lust
"Oh, little brother, you come like a fuckin' geyser from that gorgeous, big, hard cock. Yum yum," she grunted huskily and licked her full lips with savor. "You taste funky, kinda rich and salty. And now I'm gonna give you five minutes, not one second more, then I'm gonna have that beautiful, big, thick prick deep inside my cunt OHHH ... God how I ache for that thing to be inside me- ... OH!" She was sitting cross-legged on the carpet and her right index finger was buried deep in the crisp pubic thicket. She was fingering herself slowly, with the open, flagrant lust of a bitch in high heat.
In less than five minutes Robbie's cock rose to hard erection-watching a funky, hot girl fingerfuck herself does wonders for a man's powers of recovery.
"Lie on your back, my delicious stud, let sister make you ready to fuck her," commanded Barb.
He complied and she knelt down between his widespread thighs and captured his newly rigid phallus in her mouth once more. Slowly, and with tantalizing strokes, she began sucking and pumping, her head bobbing lustfully up and down.
The view she presented to my eyes was a real cock stiffener. Her rear was facing me, and the ripe fullness of her butt-cheeks made my already hard cock pulse with lust and desire. Then she adjusted her knees further apart, and couched at the base of those full ripe mounds, a pair of ruby-red labia peeked through the thick, crisp hair of her cunt.
I pulled Glenda back a bit. "Well? Are we going to just stand here and come in our pants or...."
Glenda was actually panting from desire. The scene erased all sense of inhibition. Her eyes were glittering with lust and want. It was a tremendous moment of truth for my funky, swinging wife.
Her voice was husky and trembling. "I can't help myself, Chuck. I've got to have that fantastic thing in my pussy. Can it possibly hurt our situation? Will they accept-well-incest?"
I grinned and replied. "Not if we don't mention the word."
She squeezed my hand and we both disrobed. The moment had to be just right so I looked back into the room carefully. As I studied progress, Glenda placed my hand on her crotch. It was sopping. She was ready.
On the floor, Robbie's body writhed and bucked under Barbara's voracious suckling and he was completely captive in the searing grip of lust. His head was snapping from side to side in unbounded pleasure.
"Now," I whispered to Glenda. "I'll take Barbara from behind, you cover Robbie's mouth with that delicious cunt of yours. He won't know what hit him."
We entered the room. I dropped behind Barbara's rotating, upthrust buttocks. Glenda planted both feet astraddle her son's flailing head and squatted. Her thick labia opened wide and enclosed his mouth, nose, and chin. Simultaneously, I parted Barbara's sweat-covered butt-cheeks, guided my bulging cockhead into the slick cleft and rammed it into the juicy, hot furrow of her cunt lips. Before she could stop her vicious pumping-suckling, I bent forward and hoarsely apprised her of the situation.
"Don't stop, baby! It's me. Your mother's astraddle Rob's mouth. Just keep goin'."
She was one cool cunt. Although surprised, she never missed a stroke on his throbbing cock. Her only response was a quick squeeze on my cock with her strong vaginal muscles.
Immediately, she began to move with me, back and forth against the long, slow thrusts of my cock as I fucked her from the rear. Deeper, and harder, I rammed my rod into the slick, writhing sheath of my daughter's creamy hot cunt.
As I rocked back and forth, I saw Robbie's hands clutching Glenda's gyrating buttocks pulling her downward harder and harder. I could imagine how he was trying to penetrate deeper and deeper into that fantastic sheath of pure lust with his tongue.
Finally he could stand it no longer. He rolled to the side, dislodging Barbara's mouth, pushed Glenda onto her back, and lunged downward between her welcoming thighs. She arched swiftly as he lunged. A sharp smack of pelvis against pelvis told me he was buried deep in his mother's cunt.
Then he opened his eyes. "Mother!! OHHH ... GOD ... I ... JESUS!" It was too late.
Glenda locked her thighs and legs around his waist and pulled him down.
"Fuck me, baby, fucking hard and long, my young stallion. Fuck mama till she bursts ... OHHH ... YES DEAR ... YESSS ... AHHH ... DEEPER BABY ... OHH YES!!"
He plunged, bucked, and rammed like a wild animal. His enormous cock plunged in and out of her hot, clutching cunt-hole like a flesh piston. "OHH ... GOD ... MAMA ... MAMA ... I'LL FUCK YOU LIKE DADDY NEVER ... AHHHH ... SO GOOD ... NOWWW." Then he shuddered and came with a flood of hot. heavy gism, deep into Glenda's hot cavern.
"Oh God! MY BABY!" she cried, and shuddered as she went into orgasm.
Barbara's cunt was starting to open and close around my pumping cock with a rippling, shuddering intensity.
The supple, hot walls of her cunt triggered the nerve in my scrotum.
In a hot geyser, my seed gushed into the writhing recesses of her cunt as she moaned with wild abandon the pleasure of her own shuddering orgasm.
"Fuck ... fuck me, daddy ... OHHH ... DEEPER ... COME! COME! OHHH ... YES ... THAT'S IT ... FILL ME WITH IT ... AHHHGH!"
Her cunt muscles milked me dry, then released my still rigid cock. It slid out of her sopping, lush cunthole covered with semen and cunt-honey. She was a really wild fuck.
Glenda was the first to speak.
"Well, I can't speak for anyone else in the family, but I for one have learned a great lesson. I'm basically a sexual being. Furthermore, I made your father miserable for many years by denying it. I don't know how this incident will affect you children, but remember this: I love you and your father does too. I know all about the word for what we just did-so do you. But that's society's word for it. Your father taught me an other word for sexual expression: love. Love being expressed in its ultimate form.
"He also has made me realize I don't have to confine my sexual expression to any one person. I can, and have, been fucked, and have actively fucked, many men. I didn't love them, but they gave me pleasure, a variety of sensual pleasure. For me, it was an astonishing revelation: I could extend the potential of my sexuality and still be in love with just your father. Now, I have discovered sex with my beloved offspring-I believe it will weld us together as a strong family unit."
We gazed at her with warmth. Our faces, mine, Barbara's and Robbie's told her we agreed. Suddenly fife was a golden adventure for all of us.
"Amen, baby," I exclaimed. "I don't think anything could bust up people who love, fuck, and live life to its goddamned limit. How about it, kids?"
They didn't answer. Instead Robbie embraced Barbara, and began fondling her soft lush breasts. Barbara's hand closed over my cock and squeezed. That said it all.