Chapter 5
It was a dream (nightmare?) Barbara had had many times before. She had had it so often, as a matter-of-fact, she could even recognize it as the dream it was. Recognizing it as such, though, in no way allowed her to cast it free of her sleep-clouded consciousness. The more she struggled to erase its disturbing eroticism from her mind, the more firmly the illusion gripped her, foggy outlines sharpening into more brilliant focus.
"Noooooo!" she mumbled as she tossed in her sleep. Her black, lacy negligee was still pulled up above her navel, revealing the fleecy curls of her pubic vee growing at the meeting of her milky white thighs. Her legs were slightly flopped open so that an observer, positioned at the bottom of the bed, might well have seen the delectible slice of pink flesh peeking through slightly pouted cuntal doors. "Noooo!" Barbara moaned yet again, her dream not releasing her but carrying her right along, in through the front door of her house, down the hall to open the library door and see....
The dream was always more detailed than the actuality had been. While the night she and Willis had walked in on their two children fucking had occurred in such a rapid progression that it had been hard for Barbara to really believe what was happening at the time, her dream allowed her to register all she had seen on that night-plus even more that was inspired by pure fantasy.
In her dream, she was always alone. Willis was never with her when Barbara slid open the library door, doing so with a silence that didn't draw attention to the fact that she had even gained access to the room.
Bobby and Jill were always fully dressed upon her arrival, although it was obvious that they had already decided that they were both going to fuck on the bearskin rug. Because, as Barbara watched, pulling the library door splently shut behind her, they both began to undress right before her eyes.
Even in the dream, Barbara was able to tell herself that she should certainly give them warning of her presence. After all, with Bobby's shirt off, revealing the exquisite hairiness of his muscled chest, his fingers quickly undoing his pants fly, Barbara knew she was about to see her own son naked. While that might have been okay at one time, it hadn't been proper since the young man's balls had dropped, his groin sprouting silky black hair.
But, could Barbara get her mouth open to warn her two children that she was there to catch them in their abomination? No! She couldn't even make one sound. She was simply glued to the spot, unable to even turn away as Bobby dropped his pants and stepped out of them to reveal white jockey shorts bulged with the evidence of his growing sexual excitement. How big his cock was, even before Barbara really got a look at it in the flesh. The way it was, it formed a high ridge that took root at his crotch and jutted upward, at an angle, toward his left hipbone. His balls, at the thick roots of his cock, formed another bulge, fat and as large as a grapefruit. Where his pulpy, blood-engorged cockhead ballooned the white cotton, there was a quarter-sized spot of wetness. His excited cock had obviously leaked a mess of pre-seminal juices.
More surprising than the shame Barbara was experiencing at the revealing of her son's bare flesh was the shame she was feeling at Jill's disrobing. As Jill's mother, Barbara had seen her daughter naked plenty of times after the girl's breasts had ballooned to their present state of alabaster voluptuousness, and after her pubic vee had sprouted its fleecy curls, and there should have been nothing disturbing about Jill's naked body. As a matter-of-fact, it wasn't Jill's emerging nakedness which Barbara found as disturbing as it was what was revealed, in the form of her daughter's underclothing, once Jill had dropped her skirt and discarded her blouse.
The girl was wearing a black, lacy brassiere with only half cups. The cupping pushed up beneath her breasts to form huge mounds of creamy white flesh that threatened to overflow the abbreviated containers. Half-moon slots were centrally positioned on the pinnacle of each half-cup so that each of Jill's full nipples were free to push forward into the open. Her nipples, already taut and pimply from pleasure, were rouged a light pink and slicked as if with lip gloss. Their centers were erect from wanton arousal. Her panties were black and so lacy that her pubic hair was a noticeable dark vee at the crotch of the flimsy material. She wore a garter belt, a black one, that held up her black net stockings.
Barbara had never been able to figure out why her daughter's underwear, in these dreams, was always the way Barbara saw it. Because, the evening Barbara and Willis had walked in on Jill and Bobby, the two young people had been entirely naked. The underwear Jill had been wearing, before she had stripped down that particular evening, had been nothing more than a pair of pink silk panties, cast aside with the rest of her clothes. Jill very seldom even wore a brassiere, nor had she been wearing one that evening Barbara had walked in to find her fucking her brother. So, all the black underwear that Barbara was always visualizing her daughter as wearing in the dream was possibly the result of Barbara having once contemplated just such a sexy costume as a means of getting her husband turned on. Although, she had never gone so far as to buy one. As close as she had gotten was the black, lacy negligee she had worn to bed that evening.
Bobby hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his underpants and tugged slowly downward, peeling the cloth over his belly, hips, and cheeky buttocks, until the rubbery head of his blue-veined prick came into view, its moist and slippery mouth leaking juices that stuck to his underpants even as the material was being pulled away. More and more of his cock was unveiled until, finally, the undershorts dropped all of the way down to the boy's ankles to reveal the bulky hang of Bobby's black-haired scrotum. Inside the sexual sac were two large, egg-sized testicles ballooned with soupy cum.
"Look what I've got here for my sister's hot and sizzling cleft," Bobby said. Barbara always had audio in her dreams, just as her dreams were always in vibrant, living color.
"There's nothing I like more up my hair-fringed pussy than my brother's grinding thick meatiness. There's nothing that would please me more than the feel of that blue-veined stiffness fucked to the point of spewing its sloshing cum inside my cuntal sheath."
"Just lie down, my pretty sister," Bobby instructed. A hand stroke along the length of his blood-glutted cock fucked an oozing of pre-cum juice free from his pouted cock mouth. He caught the liquid on the heel of his thumb and smeared a veneer of wetness over the fist-sized knob of his meaty erection.
Barbara, standing just inside the library door, watched. She felt the warmth flooding her vagina, seeping into her stomach. She knew what the warmth insinuated. Her cuntal walls were sweating natural lubricant to sop membrane flesh.
Jill was down on the bear-skin rug. One black stocking, unfastened from its garter snap, was being peeled down one long leg, exposing the ivory smoothness of her milky white thigh. Having rolled the net off over the toes of her foot, she tossed the ball at Bobby. It stuck momentarily in his chest hair, came loose to drop to his cock, falling to the floor from there.
Jill lifted her other leg, unfastened her other black net stocking and peeled it away, too. She, then, hunched her cheeky buttocks up off the rug and pulled her lacy panties down her legs, revealing the curly black fleece that veed her cunt.
"Here, give me those," Bobby said, extending a hand for the panties. Jill tossed them to him. He took the small ball of lace and brought it to his nose where he sniffed, smelling those luscious aromas which, having oozed from Jill's sizzling cleft, now clung like aphrodisiac to the material. As a result of his smelling the vestiges of exciting female perfume, Bobby's groin muscles spasmed, bringing his thick meatiness back against his belly with a resounding whack. Preseminal juices splattered in liquid beads on his stomach hair.
"Bare those luscious, alabaster breasts," Bobby said, his voice coming out muted through the lacy panties he was speaking through.
Jill sat up, letting her ivory smooth thighs fall open. The fastener for her brassiere was located between the half-cups. Jill released the frontal hook, letting her large and heavy breasts drop free to tremble gently. She tossed the lacy brassiere to one side and cupped her breasts with her hands. She rubbed those alabaster orbs together along their shared cleavage, aiming her pinkly tinted nipples upward in her brother's direction.
"I've got breasts that are dying to be eaten," Jill said, her voice husky. "I've got membrane flesh all hot and juicy, just waiting to swallow your thick, blood-swollen meatiness."
"Yes," Bobby said. He dropped his sister's lacy underpants from his nose to his cock. He wrapped the filmy material around his meaty erection and delivered several long and lengthy masturbatory strokes to his stiff turgidness.
Over by the door, telling herself this was just a dream, Barbara felt her cunt alive with genital heat. Natural female lubricant had made her inner pussy slippery. Her cunt was so flooded with weeping moisture, some of it had leaked from between those fleshy lips parenthesized by her milky thighs. The leakage was hot and sticky as it drooled along the inside of her legs.
Bobby had his sister's lacy black panties wet with the steady drool of pre-seminal juice from the pouted mouth of his blood-engorged thickness. He dropped the soaked ball of material to the hearth of the fireplace where it left a wet spot on the flagstone to be evaporated by the burning flames of the fire.
Jill had fallen to her back on the rug, grinding her ass into the white fur so that it worked its way into the crack of her cheeky buttocks. She opened her legs wide, in invitation for Bobby to fall down between them and plant his blood-swollen meatiness up the hair-fringed cleft that was leaking oily female lubricant in preparation.
Barbara tried to look away. She spent most of her time in this particular nightmare trying to look away. She could not turn her head away from the action, though. And, she knew, as the dream progressed, she would reach the point where she didn't want to turn away. The not wanting to turn away was usually the most frightening aspect of the dream. Even in a nighttime fantasy, it seemed obscenely degenerate that a mother could reach the point of wanting to watch the rhythmic cadence of her son's meaty erection pumping in ravenous passion between the fleshy-lipped cunt couched between her daughter's soft and supple thighs.
Bobby, though, wasn't prepared quite yet to plow his impaling thickness up his sister's pulsing cleft. First, he wanted to make doubly sure his lascivious prick was sufficiently lubricated for the savagely delicious fuck into Jill's cuntal sheath.
"You aren't getting my blood-engorged member yet, my tight-cunted sister," Bobby said. "First, I want to make sure that this cock of mine is juiced enough so that its ramming up your inflamed little pussy isn't going to rip your cunt from your navel to the base of your spine. So, sit up for a minute and drop those hungry, rubbery lips of yours down around your brother's blood-bloated thickness."
Jill didn't have to be asked twice. Keeping her legs obscenely splayed, Bobby standing between them, she came up to a sitting position. She reached her hands around to clamp them hard on her brother's cheeky buttocks. She bowed her head into Bobby's crotch, temporarily bypassing his cock in favor of his cum-filled testicles. Her pursed lips found his sex sac. She sucked. All of the hairy loose skin flowed nonstop into her hungry mouth. Still sucking, she opened her mouth wider to vacuum a testicle inside. That testicle was soon followed by the second. Her lips pressed up close to the base of her brother's thick sexual meatiness. Her nose was pressed into the hard expanse offered by the upthrusting of Bobby's stiff erection.
There was no denying that Jill had a mouthful. She did her best by it, too, working the mass of skin and gristle back and forth between her cheeks. She bathed the compacting bag with wet-warm saliva. Her cheeks collapsed in on the two bloated testicles, the sudden squeeze causing a dull ache to sunburst into Bobby's lower belly.
"Eat my cum-ballooned nuts!" Bobby bellowed. He buried his fingers in his sister's silky black hair and took hold.
Jill continued her oral massage, feeling the heavy balls rolling on her tongue as she washed them. She knew each of those fat balls was filling more and more, by the second, with cum that would soon be blasting in incestuously wanton pleasure into the depths of either her sucking mouth or cunt.
Slowly, Jill pulled her face away from her brother's crotch, her pursed lips freeing first one ball and then the other. When the whole bag had been released, it was slick with Jill's spit. It was no longer as flaccid as it had been when it had entered Jill's mouth. Pleasure had contracted it and was even now tugging it even further upward and inward.
Jill stuck out her tongue. She licked right on up the belly of her brother's cock until she bowed over to cap the rubbery head of Bobby's erection. Looking down, she had one hell of a view of her brother's meaty thickness. She knew it would be one long journey from the rubbery corona to the fat base burrowed in black pubic hair. On the other hand, she knew, from past experience, that she was up to making that journey. She was more than ready, more than willing to impale her sucking head on her brother's swollen mass of hard male stiffness.
She sucked the blunt end of Bobby's stiffness into her face. She followed it with more of his blue-veined member.
"Swallow ... swallow ... swallow," Bobby encouraged. His hands, on his sister's head, were pushing her faster and faster down his meaty erection. "Swallow my cock from its rubbery head to its monstrously bloated balls."
Barbara, watching, realized suddenly (as she always realized at this point in the sexual nightmare) that she was standing there in lacy brassiere, lacy underpants, black garter belt holding up black net stockings. If her costume disturbed her, there was, also, the undeniable desire to contend with that had her wanting to put her hands on her drooling cleft and fingerfuck her pulsing vagina to a rip-roaring climax. She resisted the temptation to do so, knowing that it would be to no avail in the end. At the same time, she continued to watch as her daughter's mouth slid to a locked position around the roots of her son's fat cock.
Bobby gave a responsive bucking of his hips to fuck his cock to its last possible fraction of an inch up his sister's feasting face.
"Yes ... yes ... yes," Bobby grunted. "Drown my meaty erection with spit, you pretty, cock-sucking bitch! Get my blue-veined stiffness sopped for the run it's going all-too-soon to be making into that hair-fringed cunt between your gripping, milk-white thighs."
Jill did as she was instructed, simultaneously beginning to slide up Bobby's blood-engorged cock to a point that would have her eventually pausing at his pulpy cockhead. Her tongue continued to whip the shaft of his lascivious prick, saliva glands leaking a wet bath of sticky, bubbly liquid.
She was prepared to make a second trip down over the cock to make sure it was as lubricated as they wanted it, but Bobby was too turned on by now to risk even the possibility of blasting his creamy cum up Jill's sucking face instead of into her hair-haloed cleft. Using his handhold on her hair, he pulled her completely free of his thick prick. His meaty stiffness came out with an accompanying lurid plop.
With a shove, he pushed Jill to her back, her legs coming upward to form a cradle for Bobby's body that immediately collapsed down into it.
Jill immediately put both of her hands on Bobby's back. She ran them down along his muscled flanks to the gentle swells of his solid ass. She cupped both of his buns, her fingers kneading the resisting flesh. Her legs already parenthiesizing Bobby's studly young body, she kicked her ankles over her brother's lower legs. She, then, worked her feet higher, climbing them to the backs of Bobby's thighs. Her knees butterflied outward on the rug. Her cuntal cleft opened its outer lips like an exotic flower revealing pinkish inner petals for the first time.
"Fuck me, brother," Jill whimpered, her fingertips sliding along Bobby's asscheeks and into the crease of his buttocks. One finger found his winked pucker and petted it. "Fuck your sister's juicy pussy. Fuck it hard ... fuck it fast ... fuck it deep ... with your savagely delicious hunk of blood-bloated meatiness."
"Sure enough," Bobby promised, reaching his right hand down beneath his belly to fist his cock and pull it into position. His cockhead seemed to burn within the heated juices bubbling from Jill's oozing, sizzling cleft. "I'll fuck you," he said, running the rubbery corona of his thick meatiness back and forth along the bubbling opening of Jill's hot and pulsing vagina. "I'll fuck you so hard, so fast, so deep, you're going to think my ravenous hardness has stabbed all the way through your belly and into the base of your passion-groaning throat."
"Yes!" Jill invited, an upward bucking of her hips actually managing to catch the pulpy head of Bobby's cock inside the pouted thickness formed by the outer lips of Jill's inflamed pussy. "Grrrunnnggghghh!" she grunted with just the beginning feel of penetration of her brother's phallic monster inside her. She humped her hips again, forcing her fleshy cunt lips to spread even wider over more entering bulk of blue-veined erection.
Bobby shut his eyes with the pleasure. An automatic thrusting of his hips fed more of his wrist-thick meatiness inward between his sister's lewdly splayed legs. He wasn't worried that she would be able to take him-no matter the gargantuan size of his prick because Jill had taken him time and time again in the past. A complete insertion of the blue-veined stiffness of his cock would make Jill's hair-fringed cleft seem stuffed to capacity, but the sizzling pussy wouldn't split like a ripe watermelon. It would simply vise Bobby's cock, holding to that prick while Bobby fucked ... fucked ... fucked ... to a gut-shattering orgasm.
With one final, massive thrust stroke, Bobby buried the last of his meaty member into the gripping female slot. The base of his cock being greedily gummed by Jill's vagina walls, his balls whacked her sweaty ass with a shamefully lurid sounding. He rested, fully thrust inside his sister's wet and sizzling cleft, his elbows locking to hold his chest elevated above Jill's mushroomed breasts. He wiggled his hips gently, letting Jill's cunt adjust to the feel of the blood-bloated prick stuck inside of her.
A wave of wicked pleasure flooded the watching Barbara. She realized, with abject horror, that the pleasure wasn't caused entirely by the sinful incestuous passion she was watching played out for her on the white bear-skin rug. The horrible truth of the matter was that, quite unaware, her right hand had moved to her cunt, positioned so that a crooking of her middle finger could tease a bit of filmy black lace panty against her swollen clitoris. She was playing with herself, for Christ's sake, playing with herself while her son was incestuously screwing his own sister!
"Ohhhhhh," Barbara moaned,-unable to pull her hand away. She knew it was only going to be a matter of time before she slipped her panty crotch to one side in order to touch the red-raw pinkness blossomed within the hair-fringed border of her pussy lips.
Neither Bobby nor Jill paid the slightest mind to Barbara's groaning, obviously too caught up in their own ecstasy. Bobby had begun to fuck in real earnest. His hips rose, pulling his thick meatiness out of the cunt. His hips fell, his asshceeks dimpling, his blood-engorged stiffness socking to his cum-ballooned balls up his sister's sizzling cleft.
"Fuck me ... fuck me!" Jill whimpered in incestuous passion. "Lock that thickness of yours inside of me until you cream ... cream ... cream ... OH, GOD, THAT DOES FEEL SO GOOD ... cream ... up my clutching pussy!"
Jill lifted her legs so high up Bobby's body that the bend of her knees slipped over her brother's shoulders. She could look over the creases made in her folded stomach and actually see the in-and-out pumps of Bobby's impaling thickness between her vising legs. The sight of that disappearance and appearance of her brother's vein-striated prick added more to Jill's pleasure. Her ass rolled beneath the punches, striving to get the fat cock fucked into each and every available crevice of Jill's sizzling pussy.
Jill arched her head back into the rug, her mouth yawning wide in a voicing of pleasure. Her breath came in whimpering sighs as her brother's cock fucked toward crescendo, his crotch banging hers with a force that mashed his and her pubic hair together in oozing juices and perspiration.
Barbara, worked the crotch of her black lace panties off to one side so that her finger could find and probe the glistening inner petals of her sexual flower. She knew she had to hurry, because the dream was almost over. It always ended when Bobby grunted, sank his cock a final time, and bellowed as he creamed his guts into his sister's lithe and lustful body. But, as usually was the case, Barbara couldn't manage to make her finger move fast enough, even though she did manage to sock it to its knuckles up her juicy vagina, twisting it there like a long, slim male cock screwing into place.
In a quick bucking movement, Bobby pulled his prick free to its rubbery head and, then, returned it back up Jill's juice-sopped cunt. He was in so deep that his balls, tugged to the base of his cock, were almost driven up Jill's cunt right along with his blood-engorged stiffness. He gargled deep in his throat.
"I'm cummmmming!" he announced loudly, his sweaty chest dropped to Jill's mushroomed breasts, his hard nipples chafing against hers. "Jesus ... fucking ... Christ ... I'm cummmmmmming!"
"Yes!" Jill demanded, lifting her hips like a cup lifting to catch all of the liquid spilling from the spigot of a fountain. "Fill me ... fill me ... Jesus, fill me!"
Barbara was finger-fucking her ravaged pussy, kneading membranal flesh in an effort to get her own insides to skyrocketing at the same time her son and daughter were letting go. However, even as her finger fucked frantically, the scene before her began to fade to blackness.
"No ... no ... no!" Barbara grunted in protest, wanting the erotic picture of her sweat-sheened children to remain until she could spasm in orgasm over her finger. "Noooooooo!"
But, the blackness came to engulf her as she knew it would. And, when the blackness faded to gray, she knew she was seeing the ceiling of her own bedroom through the haze.
She was laid out on her bed, her negligee pulled up to her neck. The middle finger of her right hand was buried almost to her wrist up her sizzling, hair-furred cleft. The fingers of her left hand were tented over her right nipple, tweaking violently to produce a pain that only supplemented Barbara's pleasure.
"Ohhhhhhh....ohhhhhhh ... ohhhhhhhhh!" Barbara groaned, her body bucking, her ass slapping the sweat-stained sheet beneath it.
Then, suddenly, just as she was on the verge of orgasm, she lost it. She lost it as she always lost it when she realized what it had been in her dream that had brought her to the point of finger-fucking herself in her sleep.
She laid in frustrated unfulfillment, wanting to climax, but something inside her keeping her from doing so, telling her that to orgasm would have been degenerately wrong under the circumstances.