Chapter 8
What with her cunt having been licked by her daughter, and her cleavage and mouth having been flooded by cum from her son's exploding cock, Barbara had momentarily believed that her two children were surely now going to leave her alone. Possibly it was simply hard for her, having been married to a man whom had been known to peter out in mid-fuck, to believe that Bobby could really be prepared to move right on to another consecutive orgasm.
"Well, I think it's about time mom's pussy got worked over by a little something besides my sister's incestuous tongue, don't you think, sis?" Bobby asked, shattering Barbara's illusion that her horror was over.
"Haven't you done enough to me already?" Barbara asked. "My God ... my God .,. haven't you done enough?"
"Mom, we haven't done nearly enough for you," Bobby said, coming to his feet. His cock, although still stiff, had drooped slightly, having assumed a position that had it held parallel to the floor. As Barbara watched, a drool of stale cum appeared at the pouted mouth of the cock and dropped halfway down to Barbara's breasts before breaking loose and landing with a sticky splat on her left nipple. "You haven't even orgasmed, yet, have you, mom?" Bobby asked. "What kind of unfeeling kids do you think you have that they would just proceed to the point of getting their own rocks off, leaving you as frustrated as hell?"
"Ohhhhhh," Barbara groaned, the sound reflexively escaping from her lips without her having any control over it. She couldn't believe her son was actually determined to bring her to climax. Didn't he know it would be impossible for her to have an orgasm, considering the obscene incestuousness of this kind of sex?
Jill got up, too, her ass leaking juices that were readily glossing the length of the crease between her buttocks. Barbara was free for the moment, laid out between their legs. In a delayed attempt at modesty, she thrust her left arm over her breasts and used her right hand to pull her skirt back down over those fleshy lips nestled between her soft and supple thighs.
"Hey, no need to be shy around Jill and me," Bobby said. "We're family, aren't we? As for Georgette, well, I'm sure she's seen you naked plenty of times, hasn't she?"
"Just, please leave," Barbara said, acutely aware that the taste of her son's sex was still lingering deliciously on her tongue. "I'll give you anything you want—ANYTHING—if you'll just leave now."
"But if I left, I wouldn't get what I really want, would I?" Bobby asked, his smile widening. "Because, what I really want right now, more than I want anything else, is you."
Barbara groaned in shame and humiliation. It was all so hopeless! How had she allowed herself to become a sexual victim of these sexual monsters?
"You know, there hasn't been anyone to turn me on like you do, mom, since I took on my sister."
"Pervert ... pervert ... pervert!" Barbara moaned, wondering if there was any way she could possibly escape. She doubted it. She felt so weak, she doubted if she would even be able to run once she got to her feet.
"You know what could really turn me on about now, mom?" Bobby asked. He dropped his right hand to his cock and began stroking, Barbara was shocked to see his blood-engorged member returning to the hardness it had achieved while fucking her throat. Barbara was awe-struck by her son's recuperative powers. If he had been anyone besides her son ...
"I think I know what you want," Jill said. She had always been very good at reading her brother's mind.
"Well, then, why don't you tell mom?" Bobby suggested. "Although, I really think mom already knows, too, don't you, mom?"
"You want her to dress up in her black lace panties, black lace brassiere, black lace garter belt, black net stockings, and spiked-heel shoes, right?"
"Yea," Bobby said, giving his cock a forceful masturbatory stroke as if to emphasize his affirmation. "Wouldn't you like to see how mom looks when she's all decked out for men callers?"
"Hell, just the thought of it makes my pussy drip," Jill informed. "What do you say we get the show on the road?"
"Why don't you leave your mother alone?" Georgette asked from the bed, feeling guilty as all hell that her cunt had gone all oozy inside at the sight of the workout the two kids had already given their mother.
"Beginning to feel a little neglected, are you, Georgette?" Bobby asked, turning slightly so that the maid had a good look at his meaty erection. "Hell, honey, you should know by now that I've got more than enough stiff goodness between my hairy thighs for all three of you ladies."
"Let me go! Let me go!" Georgette insisted, twisting in an attempt to free herself from the bindings holding her.
"Your mouth in your face says one thing, honey," Bobby said. "But, by the drooling state of that fleshy-lipped mouth between your supple thighs, I would say you're as hot to trot as my mother here."
"No ... no ... noooooo!" Barbara moaned, refusing to believe that her horror wasn't yet over. If she would have ever been able to reach the day when she could somehow rationalize her son's cock in her mouth, and her daughter's tongue in her pussy, as NOT being incest, how could she ever be able to likewise rationalize the pump of her son's cock up her vagina? The simple fact being that there would be no rationalization for such an obscenity! Bobby was out to firmly commit the three family members to this incestuous abhorrence.
"Come on, mom," Bobby said, stepping free so she could get up. Jill stepped away, too. "Get up and put on all your fine lace undies so we can all take a good look."
Barbara didn't move. She shut her eyes, thinking some miracle would happen, and the nightmare would pass away. There was, however, no such miracle. When she opened her eyes again, she saw Bobby and Jill were still there, Georgette still lewdly exhibited on the side of the bed.
"Move ass, mother!" Bobby said. He went over to a chair by the door, ready to keep Barbara from any intended escape to the hallway. "You don't want to be a party-pooper, do you?"
Jill moved over to the bathroom door, leaning against it, obscenely grinding her ass back over the doorknob. Barbara didn't have to be told that Jill would be there waiting if she tried to make another attempt at locking herself in the bathroom.
"You want me and Jill to give you a helping hand?" Bobby asked when Barbara didn't make any move to get started. "I assure you, it would be a lot easier for you if you did it yourself."
"Oh, I don't know," Jill said, her right hand dropped to her cunt where she was playing with the hang of her tender clitoris. "It might be kind of fun dressing her like she did us when we were kids."
Barbara reached for the waistband of her pantyhose, thinking to pull them back up to protect her vulnerable cunt before she stood up. Bobby, however, was having none of that.
"You might as well kick off those pantyhose all together," he said, with a lascivious smile. "You aren't going to be needing them, and they're only going to get in my way."
Barbara hesitated for just a moment and then decided that if she didn't remove them Bobby and Jill would probably remove them for her. So, she peeled them down the rest of the way and laid the crushed ball of flimsy material off to one side as she struggled to a sitting position.
"That's a good girl," Bobby encouraged. "Why make this such an ordeal, right? We are, after all, all out for a good time, aren't we?"
"I'm not having a good time!" Barbara said loudly. She was unsuccessfully trying to pull together the tattered pieces of her blouse in order to shield her voluptuous breasts from Jill and Bobby's incestuous stares.
"Tell me that when your inflamed pussy is sucked up around the base of my blue-veined stiffness and jerking like crazy."
"You're sick!" Barbara accused. It wasn't the first time she had made the accusation, and it undoubtedly wouldn't be the last time.
"Sick to want to give us all a little pleasure?" Bobby asked, as if he really couldn't believe Barbara's protest. "Naw!"
"Sick," Barbara insisted.
Bobby gave a long sigh and momentarily quit beating his meaty hardness. His stiff cock was back to a full erection, looking impressive as it struck free of his unzipped pants fly, his hairy scrotum pooled on the cushion of the chair seat.
"Looks like maybe we are going to have to give mom a hand after all," Bobby said. He'd put his hands on the arm of the chair and was making at least the motions of getting up.
"No!" Barbara said, struggling to her feet. The last thing she wanted was her two children back to touching her or wrestling with her on the floor. "I'll do it myself."
"Good Show!" Bobby said, genuinely pleased that Barbara suddenly seemed to be seeing the light.
"Yea ... yea ... yea," Jill chanted from over by the bathroom door. Her playful fingers had just exploded a minor orgasm inside of her. Her legs were wobbly like rubber. Her cheeky buttocks were grinding back harder and harder against the doorknob.
Barbara's motivation to comply was primarily to get better protection for her naked breasts than her ripped blouse was presently affording. She would have preferred putting back on the white cotton brassiere which Bobby had stripped from her, but, knowing neither Bobby nor Jill would likely approve of that move, the black lace brassiere was Barbara's next best choice. She, therefore, walked over to where Jill had put all of the black lace after having discovered it on the bed.
Barbara picked up the black lace brassiere and turned away from Bobby, which she must have known was going to bring the objection that it did.
"Hey, come on, now, mother," Bobby said, "I want to see what's going on, And, while I'll be the first to admit that you have one hell of a classy back, it's those luscious breasts of yours I want to see now, getting fit into the large cups of that black lace brassiere."
Barbara was going to resist turning around, but she didn't resist for several reasons. One, her resistance would have been merely countered by Bobby walking over to turn her around. Two, it wasn't as if he were seeing her naked breasts for the first time. Hell, they were still sticky with his cum. Three, and the one she immediately began consciously denying the moment she thought of it, there was a certain something inside of her that thrilled her when Bobby and Jill looked with such lust upon her naked breasts.
Barbara turned as instructed. Her breasts were capped by nipples which had gone taut, their centers converted into jutting citadels on her creamy white orbs.
She hurriedly worked her breasts into the black lace cups and hooked the front fastener of the brassiere. Thank God that was done! Although, catching a glimpse of herself in the mirror, she could see how the black lace brassiere did very little to conceal anything. In fact, the varying shades of black only seemed to emphasize those hard nipples which were readily visible through the transparent material.
"Now for the panties and garter belt," Bobby said. He wasn't touching his cock, but his prick stayed hard nevertheless. His blood-glutted meatiness was standing tall. His scrotum, having contracted during Bobby's growing pleasure, had gathered into a massive ball at the base of the young man's erection.
Barbara would have slipped the panties on beneath her skirt, but Bobby wasn't about to let her get away with that.
"Drop the skirt, mom," Bobby said. "If I wanted to see those big breasts of yours, you must surely know that I'm even more anxious to see the fleecy curls veeing your cuntal mound. And, I'm not going to get my best look with your skirt dropped down like a curtain, am I?"
"Please, Bobby," Barbara begged. Meaning, "Please don't make me do this." However, Bobby chose to play games and take her pleading another way.
"Very well, then, if you insist," he said. "Please drop your skirt."
Knowing the situation was hopeless, she dropped her skirt, blushing red in the knowledge that, as she hurriedly stepped into the lace under panties, Bobby and Jill were both focused in on the hair-fringed slash of her cunt.
The panties, like the brassiere, did very little by way of offering cover. Barbara's fleecy cunt curls were a visible triangle at the crotch of the underwear.
"Nice," Bobby said, his cock leaking a mighty gushing of preseminal juice that leaked over the rubbery top of his cock to begin a slow drool down the shaft of his blood-engorged stiffness. "Mom, you are really one sexy lady, you know?"
Barbara was mortified. She once again had caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror, and the reflection was lewdly sexual. There was just something about the way her creamy white skin contrasted with the black lace that made Barbara feel all funny inside.
"Now, the garter belt and the black net stockings," Jill said. Her hand was still at her cunt, her fingers soaked with her lubricating juices. "I've never been able to figure out why we women ever decided pantyhose were so much better than stockings and garter belts anyway. Even I find the idea of you in a garter belt sexy."
Barbara figured she had reached the point of no return. Protesting against garter belt and stockings would have been a bit ludicrous, considering she had come this far. She fastened the garter belt around her waist and sat on the edge of the bed not far from Georgette.
"I'm truly sorry, Mrs. Wiler," Georgette said, simultaneously shocked and excited by what was being forced upon Barbara by Bobby and Jill. "Really I am."
"Now, why in the hell should you be sorry about anything, Georgette?" Bobby asked. "Huh? I mean, because of you, mom is having the time of her life, aren't you, mom?"
Barbara didn't answer, placing her right foot into the toe of one black stocking and rolling the net slowly up her soft, shapely leg. She didn't look at either Jill or Bobby as she did so, but she knew they were both watching her. She could intuitively sense the lust being registered in their eyes.
She secured the top of her stocking with the garter belt fasteners and proceeded to roll the second stocking up along the supple smoothness of her other leg. She fastened that stocking into place.
"Mom, you now look sexy enough to give a eunuch a hard-on!" Bobby said, feeling more juices leaking from his blood-stiffened prick. "I really do mean it, too. You ... look ... very ... seeeeexxeeeiiii!"
Barbara was more disturbed than happy by that compliment. She had actually hoped that she would end up looking so ridiculous in the costume that the sexual tension in the room would have been immediately dissolved in the gale of resulting laughter. There was, however, a certain something about the black lace wrapping her legs, cunt, ass, and breasts, which only made the sexual tension in the room even tauter. But, then, Barbara should have expected as much. Why would a specialty store have a whole section devoted to black lace underwear if it was a combination that turned people off?
"The shoes, too, mom," Bobby said. "Don't forget to put on the shoes. Then, stand up and let's take a good look at the final product."
Barbara put on one shoe and then the other. She stood, wobbling slightly. The heels were so narrow, she felt as if she were balanced on glass stems. She remembered the years when these kind of shoes were in style for street ware, and she wondered how she had ever managed them then. She certainly found them too precarious now to chance making any attempts to run in them. She told herself that, if she contemplated another race to safety, she would have to play Cinderella and leave her shoes behind her.
"Go on, mom, and give a quick turn, Jill said, finding all the black lace and silky white skin as exciting a turn-on as her brother did.
Barbara turned slowly. She would have turned faster, to get the embarrassment over sooner, but she still didn't feel any too secure in the heels she was wearing.
"God, mom, you do make my cock hard as steel and all hot to fuck that obviously tight little pussy of yours."
"Pleeeeease ... " Barbara said, then stopped. What was the point of continued begging? For all she knew, all of her begging, thus far, had only made Bobby and Jill even hotter.
"Please, mom, can I fuck my thick meatiness up your tight little pussy?" Bobby asked, coming to his feet.
"Nooooo!" Barbara squealed and tried to get away. Her impulse to flee was so spontaneous, however, she forgot entirely about the shoes. She took three steps and fell, literally dropping into Bobby's arms.
He held her tightly, grinding his hard cock into her belly.
"Just feel how hard my cock is," Bobby told her, his preseminal leakings soaking into the material of her black lace panties and making the black even blacker.
"Let me go!" Barbara, screamed.
Bobby let her go, all right. He accompanied by giving her a shove that flung her on her back on the bed next to Georgette. He moved in quickly, grabbing her legs and walking in between them. Barbara tried to kick, but Bobby was worked securely in between her thighs, his hands gripping tightly into her milky white skin to keep her under control.
Barbara tried to come to a sitting position, but Jill hadn't just been standing idly by. As soon as Bobby had tossed Barbara on the bed, moving in to take hold of his mother's legs, Jill had sped to the other side of the bed. Then, when Barbara was trying to get up, Jill was right there to grab her mother's arms and pull the woman right back down.
"Let me go!" Barbara screamed, an upward arching of her body putting her cunt in contact with Bobby's hard cock. "Jesus ... Jesus ... let me go!"
There was, however, no way Bobby was about to let go. The sight of his mother in black lace panties, black lace brassiere, black garter belt, black net stockings, black high heels, had gotten him hornier than hell. If he had already blasted between his mother's breasts and up her mouth, he was still more than ready to incestuously fuck his cock up her pulsating pussy.
He fell forward over her body, his cock mashing her crotch, his muscled belly mashing her softness, his chest mashing her breasts beneath the pressure. He ran his hands up her body, taking control of Barbara's arms from Jill.
"I think we should tie her to the bed here beside Georgette," Bobby said, his strong and virile body keeping his mother's voluptuous and creamy flesh anchored securely beneath him. His thick cock was sliding sensuously against the black lace shielding Barbara's hair-fringed cunt.
Jill went to the closet to find enough belts and scarves to do the job. She then tied her mother to the bed while Bobby kept Barbara in position.
"Why are you doing this?" Georgette asked, having a close-up view of what was happening. At the same time, she could wonder why the sight of it made her cunt juices leak even more profusely.
"I like to fuck sexy ladies," Bobby said. "And, you surely can't deny my mother is one of those, now, can you?" His head was turned in Georgette's direction. He smiled at her.
"That should do the trick," Jill said, stepping away.
"Well, we'll just check it out, then," Bobby said, pushing free of his mother.
Barbara tried to rear up after him, but Jill had done a good job. Barbara, at that moment was as securely affixed to the bed as her cunt was surely on lewd display beneath the veil of her black lace panties crotch.
"Fantastic job, sis!" Bobby congratulated, simultaneously getting more excited as Barbara bounced and ground in her attempts to get free. "Would you check to see if mom happens to be wearing lace panties with the convenient flap for fucking? It looks from here as if we just might have to make a few alterations in those lacy panties before I can ever hope to get my blood-bloated cock mined all of the way to my cum-bloated balls up her hugging pussy."
"Don't touch me!" Barbara squealed, continuing her obviously hopeless efforts to break free. "Don't ... you ... dare ... touch ... me!"
Jill, though, wasn't about to be put off by threats she knew her mother wasn't then capable of enforcing. She dropped her right hand to her mother's pussy mound and began a leisure exploration that left her to the same conclusion Bobby had made. That being that the lace panties weren't a pair that had been designed for easy fucking.
"I'll take a closer look, though," Jill said, dropping to her knees and immediately pushing her face in between her mother's legs. She glued her mouth to the Icy shield and voraciously sucked at the hair-fringed cleft beneath the material.
"Oh, sweet Jesus, help me!" Barbara screamed in order to cover up the fact that her hips had reflexively bucked upward to grind her cunt against her daughter's sucking mouth.
Jill continued to munch as if she were feasting on naked pussy without the disadvantage of the lacy barrier between her hungry mouth and Barbara's deliciously pouted pussy. She soaked the material with spit that plastered the lace to the lips of Barbara's sizzling cleft.
For more than the first time that day, Barbara was saved from an orgasm by her daughter pulling away just about the time Barbara thought there was no longer any hope of holding off her climax.
"Looks like you'll have to push the panties crotch to one side when you go plowing inside," Jill said, coming to her feet. "Either that, or pull her panties down around her cunt and ass."
"She looks too good in them to pull them down," Bobby said. His nuts were held to the base of his blood-engorged cock by a mass of contracted scrotal flesh. "I have a better idea. Wait here a minute."
He left the room, his thick meatiness weaving in front of him like an incestuously sexy metronome.
"You're going to be in for one hell of a treat, mom," Jill said, squeezing between Barbara and Georgette to sit on the edge of the bed. "Georgette here and I can both tell you how good it feels to have your son's big cock fucking away inside of us, can't we, Georgette?"
Georgette didn't say a thing, thrilling with the feel of Jill's hand petting up and down along one of her thighs.
"That didn't take too long, did it?" Bobby said, reappearing in the bedroom with a bulged towel.
"What in the fuck are you up to?" Jill asked curiously. She wasn't the only one who wanted to know. Georgette and Barbara were, also, curious.
"Well," Bobby said, putting the towel on a vacant section of the bed and sitting! He unfolded the towel to reveal the contents he had carried into the room within it. "I said to myself, 'Bobby, if you want to fuck your mom's cunt but don't have a hole in the panties crotch, then you'll just have to make one.' Then while trying to decide how to make that hole, I began going over a list of what I might use. A knife, a pair of scissors ... "
"A straight razor," Jill said, having guessed by what she saw unveiled upon the towel.
"Yea, a straight razor," Bobby said. "So, I went down the hall- to the spare bedroom where the bathroom supplies were always kept for visitors, and I picked up this razor, along with ... "
"Shaving mug and brush," Jill finished for him.
"Well, seeing them just got me to thinking what other uses a razor could be put to besides cutting the crotch of black lace panties."
"Shaving cunt, you mean?" Jill asked. She knew where her brother's head was. He had asked her once, and she had let him crop the hair off her pussy.
"There is nothing quite like the sensation of shoving meaty erection into the sizzling throat of a hairless cunt," Bobby said. "Nothing!"
"You're mad!" Barbara said, finally having found her voice. She had momentarily lost her ability to speak when she had seen the razor. "What if you cut me?"
"You'll just have to be a good girl so that I won't cut you, won't you, mother?" Bobby said. "That means, no writhing around on the bed. Certainly no bucking while I'm at work, or you're liable to find yourself fucking a straight razor instead of my blue-veined stiffness. And, I can guarantee that there would be a mighty big difference in the pleasure."
"You're not serious about ... shaving ... my pussy," Barbara said, finding the idea so obscenely lewd she had hardly been able to put it into words.
"Sure am," Bobby said. He picked up the shaving mug and brush and handed them to his sister. "Take these into the bathroom, will you, sis? Add a little water and beat me up some nice lather."
"Sure," Jill said, taking mug and brush. A few minutes later, Barbara heard the water running in the bathroom sink.
"This is sadistic!" Barbara accused, shivering at the thoughts of what a slip of Bobby's hand might to do her cunt.
"You're not to worry, mom," Bobby assured. He flashed her a wide smile that deeply dimpled his right cheek. "It isn't as if your hairy cunt was the first one I've shaved in my lifetime. I've shaved plenty of them, and there haven't been any accidents yet. Of course, there always is the first time, isn't there? So, you just play it cool and don't go making any sudden moves, will you?"
"Don't!" Barbara pleaded, watching Bobby open the straight razor and test its sharpness on the flat of his thumb. "Please, don't!"
"Just don't worry your pretty little head," Bobby assured. "I've been told that, for a woman, there is nothing quite like the sensuousness of getting her pubic vee shaved completely naked of its fleecy beard."
"Okay, Barber Bobby," Jill said, returning from the bathroom. "Soap and brush are ready and rearing to go."
"Good," Bobby said. He got up from the bed, walked to a position between Barbara's legs, her legs being dropped over the side of the bed like Georgette's. "If you'll just hold that mug and brush a few seconds more, I'll just see what I can do about performing my first little operation to bring mom's cunt hair to where the razor can get at it." He knelt down.
"Nooooooo!" Barbara moaned. But, she heeded Bobby's warning not to make any sudden moves.
"Hey, Jill, why don't you prop mom's head up with a pillow so she can see what's happening here? A woman should always get a chance to see the first shaving of her hair-fringed cleft."
Holding the mug and brush in one hand, Jill used her right hand to push a pillow underneath Barbara's head. Barbara, though, wasn't all that sure she wanted to see what was happening. There was no denying the fact that she was frightened by the idea of Bobby taking a sharp razor to the hair on her cunt. On the other hand, she was experiencing certain other sensations at that time which, if she didn't know better, could have been almost defined as ... pleasurable.
BUT, PLEASURE WAS IMPOSSIBLE, WASN'T IT? THIS ACT WAS NOT ONLY INCESTUOUS, IT WAS LEWD, DEGENERATE AND OBSCENE!
"Ready?" Bobby asked. He had the razor open in his right hand. With his left hand, he pinched his fingers on his mother's cunt, tenting the black lace of the panties crotch. He drew the sharp edge of the razor from the top of Barbara's pubic vee to the bottom, slicing quickly through the material. When he was finished, the fingertips of his left hand held an oval of lace, and the matching oval in the panties crotch had laid bare the hairy vee of his mother's pubic mound.
"Ah, yes!" Bobby said, having achieved success on the very first try. Remaining on his knees, he exchanged the razor for the mug and brush being held for him by his sister. He gave the brush a few more beats in the mug, whipping up some more suds into the bristles already soapy with foam. When he was satisfied, he pulled the brush from the mug and dropped the soapy bristles to the fleecy curls of Barbara's cunt hair.
Barbara shut her eyes, but she couldn't keep them shut for long. The feel of those stiff bristles rubbing suds into her cunt hair was doing weird things to her, and Barbara wanted to see if she could determine just why she was getting thrillings of pleasure from something so obscenely wicked.
She really didn't get any answers. All she saw was her fleshy cunt lips disappearing beneath the foam like the mouth of a rabid dog. The fleecy curls on her pussy mound caught the soap and were buoyed up by it.
THIS SIMPLY COULDN'T BE HAPPENING!
It was happening all right! Barbara knew that as soon as Bobby congratulated himself on a job well done and called for the razor. He returned the mug and brush to his sister and took back the razor.
"Oh, sweet, Jesus ... don't!" Barbara said, her eyes growing wide as light flashed off the wicked looking blade. "Please, don't!"
"This is really no big deal, mom," Bobby assured. He had his left hand to the side of her soaped pussy fur, his fingers outlining the edges of her cunt. The razor, in his right hand, was poised straight across her belly, slanted downward into the soap-saturated hair. "I've been shaving since my bloated testicles dropped when I was thirteen."
Barbara wasn't consoled, her whole body experiencing an obscene shudder. Yet, when the blade began to move, expertly guided by Bobby's hand, Barbara couldn't pull her eyes away from it.
Bobby used the thumb and fingers of his left hand to stretch the flesh of the pubic vee for closer shaving. With careful, short strokes, he scraped away the soap, the sharp blade taking Barbara's fleecy curls right along with it. Each time he'd cleared a swath of soap and fur, he wiped off the residue on the towel he had brought with him from the other room.
"Ouch!" Barbara voiced once when one of her cunt hairs was pulled out rather than cut off.
"Sorry, mom," Bobby immediately apologized. "Normally I would have clipped down the growth with scissors before shaving it, then washed your fleecy cunt hair down real well with soap and water to really get the hair nice and water-soaked. However, I was admittedly just too hot and bothered to go through all of that process with you this time. However, I promise I'll be a bit more careful."
Quite frankly, Barbara would have preferred her son being a little less careful. Oh, not that she wanted him to slip and bloody her pussy, but a few more pulled hairs wouldn't have made her all that unhappy. The pain would have been a good reminder that there was an obscenity in progress. As it was, aside from the one bit of pain, there wasn't any other. In fact, there was only a lewdly pleasurable sensation that resulted from the slow drag of the razor down within the suds veneering her pubic vee. Like all of the other pleasurable experiences Barbara had undergone since this horror had begun, this newest pleasure was something she had difficulty accepting in its present incestuous context.
"Looking good," Jill said, watching as the tip of the blade commenced its gentle cutting strokes to topple the hair clinging to the very edges of the cleft itself. "Looking ... real good."
Georgette was watching, too. While she was as indignant as Barbara was at the obscenity of Barbara's son shaving his mother's fleecy cunt curls, she simultaneously couldn't help wondering how it would feel to have that razor down between her legs, cutting off red cunt hair instead of black.
"There!" Bobby said in triumph, his job completed, except for using the towel to wipe away the excess soap that still stuck to Barbara's now completely naked pussy. She wiped the remains away. "Doesn't that look like a hairless cunt just made for sucking and fucking."
Holding the razor out of the way, he pushed his face in between Barbara's lewdly splayed thighs and licked. His lips covered the hairless slit of his mother's vagina, tasting the flood of natural soap-flavored cunt juices which he vacuumed up to cover his taste buds. He sucked again, then again, causing a slow burning to take root deep inside her pussy. Finally, though, he pulled away.
He handed the razor to Jill who took it and went to the bathroom to deposit razor, mug and brush on the sink.
Bobby dropped back on his ass, assuming a sitting position on the floor. He tugged off his shoes and socks. He took off his shirt and peeled off his undershirt, revealing the exquisite muscle of his hairy chest.
"I want to feel all of that lace against my naked flesh," he said, coming to his feet and dropping his pants. He stepped out of his fallen trousers and kicked them off to one side. "Oh, mother, but you do look sexy as all hell in all of that black lace. Especially with that newly shaved pussy."
Barbara's eyes were focused on her son's blood-engorged cock which disappeared back into the crotch of his underpants as Bobby dropped his shorts. The shorts dropped, the cock was back in full view again. The sight of its powerful hugeness made Barbara shudder.
WAS HE ACTUALLY PLANNING TO FUCK HER CUNT WITH THAT THICK MEATINESS? As much as she insisted to herself that he really wouldn't go so far as to screw his cock deep inside her, she was beginning to suspect that, yes, he could do such a wicked thing. He had fucked his sister's cunt and ass, hadn't he? He had fucked his mother's breasts and her mouth, hadn't he? There was nothing in his past actions, then, which was reassuring now, nothing which even hinted that he would now have the common decency to control his depraved and perverted lusts. And, his sister—perverted slut that she was—certainly would be no help in stopping him if he did decide to go on with this degenerate obscenity.
"Fuck your mother, stud!" Jill was saying, back from the bathroom and standing behind her brother with her right hand almost entirely lost up her cunt. Pussy juices were drooling down the knuckles of her submerged hand. "Show her what it's like to ride a real man's cock after years of riding on her husband's uninspiring prick."
Bobby, having successfully removed his clothing, was now naked as the day he was born. Except that, when he had been born he hadn't had that giant, blood-glutted cock he now had reared up between his hairy thighs. Barbara shivered at the way it gushed pre-seminal juices like a phallic artesian well. A fearful, animalistic mewl escaped from her lips without her being able to stop it.
YES, HE WAS GOING TO FUCK HER! Barbara now knew that with a certainty. She saw it written on his dilated pupils. She saw it relayed to her via very tauting ripple of the muscles in her son's sturdily young body.
"Don't do this, Bobby!" she said, while knowing that any arguments to dissuade him would be to no avail. "For God's sake, I'm your mother."
"Yea," Bobby said. "My mother. My sexy ... sexy ... mother ... with her luscious ... luscious ... hairless cunt ... and her black lace brassiere, black lace panties, black lace garter belt, black net stockings, and spiked high heels."
His right hand had fisted his cock and was milking his thick meatiness for its pre-cum oils. His fingers were gooey with natural lubricant. His blood-engorged member was sopped with liquid soon to be joined with those liquids even then sloshing inside of Barbara's shaved pussy.
He came forward, falling atop his mother and pressing her back into the bed. His muscled chest ground against her black lace brassiere. The length of his hard cock was locked into the crease of her fleshy cunt lips like a giant log in a flume.
"Please, no ... please, no," Barbara begged. She knew it wouldn't do any good to beg, but she had to try it anyway. "Please, no!"
But, Bobby already had both of his hands down beneath his belly. His hips pulling up, one hand took his big cock and aimed it toward the portals of Barbara's shaved pussy. His other hand opened the thick, hairless lips of his mother's cunt.
Barbara felt his spongy cockhead make contact and actually begin to slip inside of her on the slideway offered by her cunt juices and by his preseminal juices, In one final effort to stop him, she twisted her body beneath him, achieving momentary success when his prick failed in its penetration and slid off the bottom of her cunt crack to stab the dark strip of skin connecting her pussy to her asshole.
"Damn it!" Bobby voiced in utter frustration. He hunched his hips upward again, again moving his cock into place, this time prepared for any funny business. When Barbara tried to put him off alignment a second time, Bobby was ready for her. Her twisting body merely succeeded in screwing her son's blood-engorged cock right into her.
"JEEEZZZZUS NOOOOOO!" Barbara bleated, not realizing until now just how much was expected of her cunt to take all of the blood-engorged hardness her son had to offer. She had never had anything as big as his cock inside of her before, and her shaved cunt was protesting the extra stretching being required of it.
"That's it, mom, just grind away," Bobby told her triumphantly, evidently mistaking her discomfort for pure, unadulterated pleasure. "God damn, but you're good and hot and slick."
"Don't she whispered, her voice somehow failing her in the pleasure pain that was accompanying a further humping of her son's cock inside of her.
"You're getting real man cock, mother," Bobby said, screwing his meaty thickness deeper still. He moved his powerful loins, rubbing his cock around and around inside of her cuntal sheath.
Without sinking in all of the way to his cum-ballooned balls, he raised his strong buttocks until his cockhead was poised just within his mother's vaginal ring. Once there, he dropped his hips forcefully, pushing in ... all of the way.
"Ugh!" Barbara grunted, mashed up against her son's belly, feeling his black pubic hair scratching her hairless pubic vee.
"I'm in, mother," Bobby said. "Feel me? Feel me shoved all of the way into your womb?" All the while, he was picturing in his mind the way his mother's cunt was stretched open around the knotted roots of his cock. When he pulled his cock outward, he could feel those thick and fleshy cunt lips folding outward along the length of exciting prick.
He banged into her again, raising purposely high on her body so that the back of his cock could drag against her distended clitoris.
"Oh ... ohhhhhh ... ohhhhh," Barbara moaned. Her legs automatically tried to jet upward to vise her son's fucking lower body. However, the bindings that held her legs anchored over the side of the bed, prevented her from doing so.
He rotated his hips, stirring his hard cock in the wet, clutching sheath of her vagina. Around and around his cock twisted, corkscrewing against the curve of her cuntal tube, rubbing and poking her cervix.
Barbara opened her mouth to protest once again. Although, she had long ago realized that any protest on her part was useless. Still, she continued to feel that she had to keep on trying to make him stop, if merely because she had to get her mind off the perverted pleasures that were quickly taking hold of her. Her attempts at new groans, however, were thwarted when Bobby's mouth came down to lock on hers. When she moaned, her sounds were immediately swallowed by his mouth and throat. She tasted the minty flavor of his spit, felt the sensuous slide of his tongue against her teeth and gums.
Without her having any conscious control, her lower body gave a responsive roll that torqued her cunt more firmly around her son's plumbing cock.
"Oh, mom, mom, mom!" Bobby moaned, breaking the kiss and running his wet lips down the smooth curve of his mother's straining throat. He stopped his mouth at that spot where Barbara's neck met her shoulder.
Bobby was heading for orgasm faster than he wanted to. Hell, it was almost as if he were a goddamned novice, ready to cum as soon as he stuck his cock up cunt. What in the fuck was the matter with him? How could he show his mother a good time by filling her guts before she was ready to blast off with him?
He told himself just to calm down, but that was easier said than done. Pleasure was seering a red-hot itch from his cum-bulged balls to his spongy cockhead. The clutching grind of Barbara's cunt around his pumping thick meatiness was quickly calling every nerve in his prick to release the cum in his balls and send it shooting to soak Barbara's membrane flesh.
Barbara felt the tremendous genital heat flaming out of control inside of her as she was raped by her son's lascivious prick. Her body shook. Her cunt muscles tauted, relaxed, gripped, gummed, chewed, milked the pounding cock for the expected deluge of cum that would soon be splattering ravaged pussy to soothe friction-heated tissue in sticky balm.
Bobby, though, remained determined that he wasn't going to let go until his mother shot off. He couldn't believe that she wasn't about ready. Hell, how could she possibly hold out when he was having so much trouble doing so?
In truth, Barbara was having one hell of a hard time holding off, too. It was only her fear that her orgasm would somehow put her stamp of approval on this incestuous abomination which let her keep from climaxing as long as she did. Her battle, though, like the one of her son, as becoming more and more hard to win. It was only a matter of which of the two would last the longer.
Bobby moved to faster and heartier fuck strokes. The force of his strong sexual thrusts ferociously hammered his blood-engorged cock into his mother's pulsing pussy. His virile pumping jammed his thickly swollen member time and time again into Barbara's sweaty body.
Barbara helplessly squirmed, perspiration dripping down her face, down between her breasts, down along her tensing thighs. Clear, lubricating cunt juice was sucked from her widespread cunt lips by the vacuum formed by the movement of her son's fucking cock inside of her.
The jiggling of his mother's trembling breasts, cupped as they were within their black lace brassiere, excited Bobby. So, for that matter, did the way the fasteners of his mother's garter belt chafed against the outsides of his thighs as he pressed in even tighter between Barbara's lewdly splayed legs.
His rocking hips moved his cock inside as his thrusting took on an impatience spawned by accelerating ecstasy. His whole body was beaded with sweat oozed from his pores as a direct result of his increasing lust. He fucked Barbara's cunt fluids into a frothy lather. Slurpy, sexual noises sounded from the reaction of his cock pumping inside her juicy cunt.
"Come on, mom!" Bobby said. He was the one begging this time. "Shoot off with me. Shoot off ... Jesus ... Jesus ... shoot ... oh, my God ... my God ... I'm going to blast ... my cum ... my cum ... my hot cum ... mother ... take my ... take my ... JESUS, GOD, TAKE YOU SON'S CUM UP YOUR GODDAMNED COCK-HUNGRY PUSSY ... PUSSY ... HAIRLESS, GODDAMNED, PUSSY ... PUSSY ... CUNT!"
His exploding cock pumped his hot and heavy cum, spurting it and spurting it until his sexual juices had filled his mother's hairless pussy with the seething boil of his creamy magma.
"Ohhhhhhh!" Jill moaned throatily. Having watched it all, all the while having fucked her cunt with her hand, she was orgasming on her fingers as Bobby was orgasming up their mother's cunt.
Brother and sister spasmed their last, Bobby finally pulling his sexual sword from his mother's cum-filled cuntal sheath.
"Damn it!" he swore, his cock having exited with a lurid plop.
"You surely can't be complaining," Jill said, pulling her hand from her vagina and wiping her fingers on her thighs. "No t the way you were pumping your load inside her. You should have seen how deeply your ass-cheeks dimpled while you were letting go."
"Goddamn it, sis, she didn't pop with me!" Bobby complained in obvious disappointment and frustration. "Our goddamned bitch-mother didn't let go."
Barbara was lying on the bed, her eyes clenched tightly shut. In truth, she didn't know just why she hadn't climaxed. There, at the end, her son's cum gushing up her cunt, she had actually wanted to cum. SHE ... HAD ... ACTUALLY ... WANTED ... TO SPASM AROUND HIS PUMPING PRICK. Thank God, though, she hadn't.
"You are either losing your touch, brother, which I doubt," Jill said. "Or ... "
"Or, what?" Bobby pressed, playing with his cock to keep the starch in it. Although he had shot his nuts several times already, he could manage again. Definitely again, may be even again and again.
"Or, maybe, you just haven't got around yet to fucking the right hole. In which case, I'd say you had narrowed it down pretty much, wouldn't you? I mean, you've fucked her mouth and her cunt. What other hole is there left?"
"Her asshole!"
"Want to fuck mom's asshole while I eat out your rectum and hanging testicles from the rear?" Jill asked.
Barbara told herself she wasn't hearing what she was hearing.