Chapter 1
Pam and Bobby were in the old tool shed behind their garage. Pam was giggling as she helped her older brother strip off all her clothes. It was the first day of summer vacation and they were about to make the most of it. Bobby was pretending to be a doctor, just like their Uncle Dan, but had added a thick accent. It was a game they'd been playing more and more during the past few months.
Bobbv looked at his sister. Pam had inherited their mother's huge tits, but they weren't fully developed yet. Still the pink-tipped, apple-sized titties jiggled nicely and when he rubbed their tips they got dark and hard. Her long, shapely legs led up to the nearly invisible sandy-colored down at the base of her slightly rounded belly.
"Lie down on ze table," he said with a fake German accent, taking a flashlight and turning it toward her naked pussy.
"Veil, veil," he said, "vat haf ve here?" He ran a finger into the pouting, blossom-like petals of his sister's moist pussy. A little tremor ran through her body and she moaned.
"It-it's not serious, is it, Doctor?" she asked.
"Veil, ve von't operate, but a few stitches will close up this cut," he said, losing his accent as he closed her cunt with his finger and thumb.
Pam giggled and her brother joined her. Soon, he was kneeling between her parted thighs, poking and stroking the various parts of her creaming pussy. Pam sighed and moaned and wiggled as he worked her higher and higher, but he was so inexperienced that he quit before she could cum.
"Your turn, now, he said anxiously, feeling his cock near bursting in his pants. He'd never been able to talk his sister into examining his prick, but kept trying. Today he wasn't expecting her to agree but unzipped and pulled out his cock and balls anyway.
Pam gasped as her brother's long, prick began to grow and pulse and lift. In a matter of seconds his fat cock was jutting out from his little puff of pubic hair, bobbing and waving. His big balls bulged his hanging, hair-flecked sac.
"W-what are those things?" she asked, pointing to his nuts.
Bobby cupped his sac and held it up against the root of his thumping cock. "They're my balls," he said. "You musta heard of balls!"
"Oh." She reached for his cock, fascinated by the fat, red tip which was beginning to drip. "I guess I can touch it," she whispered, "you did mine."
"Ahhh," Bobby sighed, shoving forward so more of his aching cock was gripped by her small fist. "Rub it up and down," he said.
Pam did as she was told, watching his piss-slit open and close and drool every time her hand moved back and forth. "It's awful big," she said, feeling his prick throbbing and twitching hotly in her hand.
Bobby's breath came fast, too fast, and then caught in his throat. His stomach muscles tightened, his balls drew up tight, and his cock began to jump harder than ever.
"Oh, shit," he gasped. "I'm gonna shoot. I'm gonna shoot! Get ready, Pam, here it comes!"
Without considering what Pam would think about it, Bobby grabbed her roughly by the hair and pulled her face forward. Her mouth opened in surprise and he shoved his cock knob inside. He heard her gag, but was so wildly excited that he didn't care. He shoved harder, making her take as much of his prick as possible, and felt his balls burst.
Pam gagged again, her eyes bulging out and her cheeks puffing up as Bobby spewed out his hot cum, filling her mouth and throat as his prick throbbed heavily. The thick jism dribbled out from between her lips and ran down her chin. Unable to breathe, choking, she gathered her strength and yanked her mouth away from her brother's exploding cock.
Bobby grunted, slinging hot globs of cum into his sister's red face. It dotted her forehead and nose and cheeks. The taste of it in her mouth and the feel of the hot, slippery juice on her skin, even the sharp, musty smell of it filled her with lust and made her ignore Bobby's use of force. His big cock was still shooting, spasming, squirting out pearly cum-wads onto her naked body. Several stringy drops had fallen onto her quivering titties, making her nipples harden and burn.
Bobby's cock pulsed weakly, dribbled out a few final drops, and hung its head. As the boy's sense returned, he began to be afraid that he'd gone too far. He stared at his sister kneeling in front of him. Her face and tits were splattered with his glistening cum. She'd kill him for this, he thought.
"P-Pam," he began, and was turned speechless as she grabbed his limp, but still husky prick, and rubbed the fat, dribbling head back and forth over her pouting lips.
"It doesn't taste bad," Pam said. "And if it makes you feel so good, I don't mind doing it."
"Oh, wow, Sis!" Bobby exclaimed. "Suck it a bit, huh? That feels great!"
Holding her brother's fat, limber cock in both her hands, Pam pulled it toward her face. Her lips parted and slid around the bulbous, spongy cock knob and she cooed, slurping noisily on his prick. Pam grew more and more excited as she sucked on Bobby's cock. Her small hands worked up and down on the part of his prick her lips couldn't cover and Bobby began moving his hips to meet her sucking mouth. His heavy breathing filled the shed as he watched Pam's soft, wet, warm lips sliding up and down again and again on his soaking prick.
"You're gonna be an expert cock-sucker if you keep practicing, Pam," he said. His cock was rising. As he rocked back and forth on the balls of his feet, his balls began to slap her chin. She gagged again as his cock knob hit deep in the bottom of her throat.
"It's cumming, again!" he gasped, feeling his hot balls churn.
Pam quickly pulled back until just his fat cockhead rested in her mouth, pressing down on her tongue. She gulped all of his thick white jism this time, swallowing rapidly as he moaned with pleasure.
"Ahhh, uhh, huhhhh!" Bobby grunted with each heavy spurt. When he was finished, he drew his prick from her mouth and let it dangle before her. "Lick it clean, huh?" he said, and watched her tongue dart around his swinging prick.
After Pam was through washing his pecker with her warm tongue they cleaned up and dressed. The girl was still extremely horny, but Bobby was too inexperienced to finger her to orgasm, or to think of sucking her cunt. And Pam had never even heard of pussy-licking. She just wanted to lock the bathroom door and finger-whip her itchy cunt until she came. The idea of masturbating in front of her brother never entered her mind. She would be too embarrassed to ever do such a thing!
Pam's mother, Susan, often wondered about the length of time her children spent in the bathroom. Although she suspected that Bobby might be jerking off, she still believed Pam was too innocent to be thinking of sex.
But still she wondered. Susan had been divorced for six years and was very familiar with how itchy a pussy could get. And she could still remember her own girlhood. She'd spent hours and hours some nights rubbing her wet pussy before falling asleep.
And Pam was a miniature of her mother. Susan's tits were amazingly firm and upstanding, considering their size. One man had told her she had the deepest cleavage he'd ever seen, and that it would be a privilege to titty-fuck her. She'd never dated him again. She wanted to be more than just a hole for some cock to shove into, she wanted some love behind the fucking.
Another man had complimented her small waist. The compliment had led to admiration of her ass and how her wide hips flowed right into the chubby cheeks of her full asscheeks. That man had wanted to kiss and lick her ass all night long. She'd dumped him, too.
The only part of her body, she realized, that hadn't been complimented by someone other than her former husband was her pussy. But Susan was sure that one of these days some man would tell her that her twat sure smelled tasty, and that he wanted a lick.
She had been hearing that sort of remarks about her body ever since high school. There, every time she was alone in a corridor with a boy, he'd start mauling her tits or squeezing the cheeks of her ass. No kiss first, no attempt at sweet-talk, just grab and squeeze, as if she was there just for his amusement.
But Susan was an extremely passionate woman. If she had a man, she'd fuck him three or more times every day and still be able to enjoy more, if he was able. Now, when Pam and Bobby were outside again, she hurried into her bedroom and locked the door. She then bent to remove her shoes, her enormous tits hung heavily, nearly overflowing her blouse. Susan seldom wore a bra if she could help it.
Next, she unzipped her skirt and stepped from it. Beneath the edge of her blouse a heavy puff of pubic hair bulged her thin panties. Through the thin material her large, plump pussylips pressed their weight, making a pink shadow in the center of the darker shadow of her hair. She eagerly tugged the damp panties down over her hips and thighs and then stepped from them. Her pussy was so hot that her inner thighs glistened with pussy juice.
Standing before her mirror, the horny mother reached down and spread her plump pink pussy lips wide. She was so sopping wet that a little trickle of fresh juice ran out and coated her fingers. Susan moaned and licked her suddenly dry lips. She spread her legs, ran two fingers deep inside her cunt, and began pistoning them quickly. Wet, sloshing sounds filled her bedroom and her round tits quivered heavily beneath her blouse.
She moaned, feeling her fat, spongy cuntlips moving beneath her knuckles. Her other hand reached for the long, nutlike nubbin of her straining clit. She'd been without a man for so long she couldn't stand it. Soon, her hips were churning wildly and her tits were flopping in time, still hidden beneath her blouse.
Finger-fucking always left Susan with a feeling of dissatisfaction, but it was better than nothing. And, while she was doing it, it felt wonderful. Her full asscheeks tensed as she slowly pulled her fingers out, played with her hanging, wet folds a bit, and then ran them back inside her squeezing cunt. Even the sounds reminded her of fucking. The juicy, wet smacking of her pistoning fingers was music to her ears.
"Ahhh-h-h-h," she moaned, sagging a bit.
Her plump white thighs trembled and her eyelids lowered and quivered. Taking her fingers from her clit, she reached around to her ass and ran her wet middle finger through her hot crack. Her asshole was puckered and tense and she prodded it unmercifully. As the finger slowly eased through the gripping rim she felt her face flame. Then her pussy caught fire and began rippling around her still-stirring fingers.
"Ahhh, God!" she gasped. "Cumming-g-g! Unhhhh! Huhhhhh!"
Then the full force of her spasms wracked her body and she sank to the floor. On her knees, she kept her hands between her thighs and the cheeks of her ass, determined to wring the last bit of pleasure from her orgasm.
Cocks! She always thought of cocks just as she climaxed. Cocks she'd seen as a teenager, her husband's cock, and lately even her son Bobby's cock.
She had seen his prick when she'd accidentally walked in as he stepped from the shower. His cock was long and limp, to be sure, but very, very thick, and with a head on it that looked like it would be bigger than her fist when he was hard. Try as she did, she could not keep herself from thinking about that cock and how it was going to waste.
And knowing that Bobby found her voluptuous body exciting made the itch in her cunt almost unbearable. She'd caught him more than once staring at her huge tits as they swung and jumped with her movements, and had been ashamed and embarrassed by the perverse thrill it had given her. She knew nothing could ever be allowed to happen between them, but more and more she found herself dreaming of seducing him. The dreams were harmless, if nasty, she told herself. After all, no one was hurt by her dreaming, and thinking about Bobby as a sex partner helped her climax harder.
And then there was Pam. She was still too young to deal with boys, Susan mused. But Bobby was already looking at tits-maybe even his sister's budding pair. Susan had often heard them giggling and scuffling, but when she walked in, all had seemed normal, except her kids' nervousness. She didn't want to think the worst of her children, but she knew as well as anyone what the combination of horniness and curiosity could do. She decided to speak to her brother, Dan, about Pam. He was, after all, a doctor, and had written a number of articles on sexuality.
She sat down and picked up the phone, knowing if she put it off again she would regret it later. He answered after a few rings, "Dan? Susan. Listen, I don't know exactly how to say this, but I want you to have a talk with Pam. I'm not sure, but I think she and Bobby might be fooling around, you know?"
"Jeez, Susan, I'm filled up today. How about tomorrow afternoon?"
"Good enough. I'll send her over around three o'clock, all right?"
"Fine. But what about Bobby? He's only a year older than Pam. Are you one of those mothers who thinks boys are naturally smarter about sex than girls?"
"Not naturally, no, but they hear a lot more, I'm sure. Anyway, I'm not worried about Bobby getting knocked up, only Pam."
Dan was shocked. "You don't think they've gone that far, do you?"
"Oh, no! I didn't mean by her brother! But one thing leads to another, you know."
Dan laughed. "I think you're making too big a thing about this. All kids experiment, even brothers and sisters. It's normal."
"Not with my kids, it's not. I don't care what you say, I don't like the idea that Bobby might be feeling Pam up."
"What about the idea she might be feeling him up? Girls have just as much curiosity as boys, Susan. Sometimes more."
Tell me about it, Susan thought, seeing Bobby's big cock again. Aloud, she said, "Just set her straight about things, o.k?"
"O.k. But don't tell her now. I don't want her to be nervous from now until tomorrow afternoon. Don't mention the subject until she's ready to leave, all right?"
"Whatever you say, Doctor," Susan joked.
"Thanks, Dan."
After hanging up the phone Susan thought about her brother's remarks. She supposed it wasn't fair of her to believe that her son was more knowledgeable about sex than Pam was. Bobby probably had a lot of unanswered questions bouncing around in his head, too, and Susan realized that seeking the answers to those questions could get him into even more trouble than Pam.
She thought about calling Dan back and arranging for him to talk to Bobby, too, but changed her mind. This would be a good way for her to learn just how much Bobby did know. And it would be easier to talk to her son about the facts of life while Pam was with Dan.
Susan was experiencing the type of nervousness her brother had warned her about. Just the thought of discussing sex with her handsome young son made her day-dreams begin again. How was she going to start? Walk up and ask, "Do you know how to fuck?" Susan giggled, amused by the certain shock on his face. It would be so much easier if he led up to it, if he asked her some question. But how could she get him to do it?
Susan concentrated on her problem for a long time. She knew that Bobby had never seen her in her sheer nightie, and that he was always trying to get a good peek at her tits. Maybe if she put the nightie on and began a conversation with him so he had to hang around, he'd say something that would give her an opening.
Besides, Susan admitted to herself, she kind of liked the daring idea of exposing her charms-both of them-to her son's admiring gaze. Her tits sagged only slightly due to their great weight, and were still round and firm. And she knew he'd be able to see the outline of her large, brownish-pink areolas through the nightie. Susan was sure he would be curious enough to at least ask why she was dressed for bed in the afternoon, or to maybe get a hard-on, which she could notice and mention as a way of introducing the subject of sex.
The hot-assed mother hoped her son did get a hardon. She was dying to see just how big her son's cock really was, even if it couldn't do her any good. After all,, dreams were better than nothing.