Chapter 12
Ann and Jim found married life even, better than they thought it would be. And the kids became loving siblings.
Jim took the new job out of town, but he took his family with him. They bought a bigger house than either Jim or Ann had before so there would be plenty of room for everyone. They even had a swimming pool.
Karen switched colleges so she didn't have to leave home. Billy didn't mind changing high schools. He brought his jalopy along, too, so he would have something to do when he wasn't fucking his mother or new sister.
Of course, there were a few problems. Billy got jealous when Karen went out with other guys, which she would do from time to time. But as soon as he began scoring on his own, he no longer minded.
Once in a while a question of propriety would arise. For instance, Billy came home one evening and found Karen in bed with a boy friend from school. Their parents weren't home. Being horny from an evening of necking in a movie theater followed by a quick goodnight kiss, Billy was eager to join his sister in bed.
He listened at her bedroom door for a minute, and then knocked. Karen appeared at the door wearing a robe. Slipping out the door, she closed it before he could peek in.
"What's the matter?" Karen asked. "I'm fucking someone."
"I know you are," Billy said. "I'd like to join you."
As he spoke. Billy grabbed his sister's tits, but she wiggled away.
"Are you crazy? You can't join us. Frank would never go for it."
"Who's Frank?" Billy asked, reaching for his sister's cunt.
"He's a friend from school. Now come on, Billy. Give me a break."
"I'll tell you what," Billy said. "If you promise to fuck me after he's gone, I won't bother you."
"Okay, okay," Karen said and slipped back into the room.
But Billy couldn't relax. He had a pretty bad case of blue-balls from necking all evening and not coming. Maybe his mother and Jim would come home soon, he thought. Ann would rescue him from his agony.
Billy walked from room to room, looking for something to take his mind off his aching balls. He pulled his prick out to let it stretch as it had been longing to do all evening. There was a pearly drop of gism at the tip.
What the hell, he figured. He might as well jerk off. He would still be in the mood to fuck when a cunt was available.
But just as he grabbed his prick, he heard Jim's car in the driveway. When he heard his mother's voice his prick began bucking in anticipation. Putting his cock away, he went to meet his mother and Jim at the door.
"Hi, honey," his mother said to him.
"Hello, Billy," Jim said. "Karen home?"
"Yeah she's upstairs fucking some guy. And I'm dying of horniness."
"Well, come an upstairs," Ann said. "You don't mind if Billy joins us, do you, Jim?"
"Nope, not at all," Jim said.
As they trooped past Karen's room, they could hear her gasping with orgasmic emotion. The sound made them all a little more eager.
In his parents' room, Billy peeled off his clothes quickly. Then he helped his mother out of hers.
"You certainly are in a hurry," Ann said.
"Yeah I told you I was horny. I took a girl to the movies, and we necked all evening. Then she wouldn't put out."
"Poor boy," Jim said.
Billy pushed his mother down on the bed while Jim was still undressing. Her tits felt even better to him than usual in his needy condition. Billy would have liked to fuck immediately, but he tried to restrain himself.
Reaching to her twat, he found it wet and ready, though. There was no reason to delay really. But then Jim came to the bed, caressing Ann from the other side.
When Ann turned her back on her son to kiss her husband, Billy couldn't resist sticking his prick between the cheeks of her ass. His prick went wild between those soft, dry mounds. It was twitching with rapid spasms, and Billy knew he would shoot if he rubbed it back and forth in that crevice.
But rather than spilling his gism in her ass crack, he reached between her thighs to her cunt. Then he began smearing the juice from that gash over her asshole. In his desperation, the idea of sticking his prick up his mother's ass was irresistible.
Ann was wiggling her ass at her son, and she reached behind her to hold his prick. Billy snuggled up to her back, probing his cock into her crack.
"Wait, Billy," Ann said. "I want both of you to fuck me."
On the edge of his self-control, Billy watched his mother get up into a kneeling position. Jim was soon kneeling in front of her, and Billy behind.
"Come on. Get your cocks into me," Ann said breathlessly.
Ann grabbed one of her asscheeks and pulled it aside to make her asshole readily accessible. With her other hand, she pulled Jim's prick to her cunt.
Billy felt for the hole with his fingers, and then brought the head of his prick to it. As he began pushing his prick into the hole, he heard his mother gasp. Jim was in.
The lining of his mother's asshole was suddenly stretched over his rod, holding him securely. As Billy got a good grip on Ann's body, he felt Jim's cock sliding in the next chamber. That alone would have been enough to bring him off but he started pumping too.
Every time his prick was stroked by the hot interior of that asshole, Billy felt a jolt of pleasure. His hips bounced against her firm asscheeks with every hard lunge.
Ann loved the onslaught she was getting. Since each cock, pumping at its own rhythm they would both be pumping in unison one minute, then in opposition the next. She didn't know if she liked having both, pricks filling her at once better than having one moving in while the other retreated. But she was losing her mind with blissful ecstasy.
"This is the, uh, best fuck, I've ever, uhhhhh, had," Ann gasped.
Billy didn't come as quickly as he thought he would. His trigger must have been stuck by the evening's frustration, he figured. But when he did come, it was a beautiful experience. His prick seemed to explode. If his mother had been blown off the bed by his discharge he wouldn't have been surprised.
"Oh, Billy," Ann gasped. "I can feel it! I can feel you coming!"
Soon after Billy's orgasm, Jim began pumping gun into her cunt. By that time, Ann was writhing between them in the grip of insane pleasure.
Although his prick was softening and slipping from her ass, Billy held on to his mother so she wouldn't shake herself right off the bed. Jim dropped away from her in exhaustion. Then Billy and Ann collapsed in a heap.
As they lay there the bedroom door opened? Karen walked in.
"What's going on in here?" she asked.
"What's it look like?" Billy asked. "Where's your boyfriend?"
"I sent him home. He was all right, but you guys are better."
Karen was wearing her robe, but she slipped it off her shoulders and let it fall on the floor. She came to the bed to examine the orgy she'd missed. She could see that the two cocks there weren't going to stiffen for a while. But when she saw Ann's cunt leaking gism, she saw her chance for some interesting diversion. Karen had to drag Billy's legs out of the way before curling between Ann's legs.
The guys watched Karen sucking Jim's gism from Ann's pussy. But they weren't the only ones who were watching. A sound at the window alerted Jim and Billy. They looked at each other, signaling silently to each other that they'd heard the noise.
Although they were on the second floor, there was the roof of the back porch right below the window. It would be easy for a prowler to climb up and peek in.
Ann and Karen remained oblivious to the world, and they didn't notice the guys slip off the bed and leave the room.
"I'll get my shotgun," Jim said. "Put on a robe and get a flashlight."
Billy did what he was told, then ran downstairs. Jim was already creeping out the back door. When they were out in the yard, they could see a whole crowd of boys on the porch roof, gathered around the window. They were almost invisible in the dark, but the light from the window silhouetted them.
"Turn your light on them," Jim told Billy.
"All right you guys, come on down from there," Jim commanded.
In the beam of the flashlight, the faces at the window looked down at Jim and Billy. There were five surprised boys up there, and as they left the window to come down, every one of them took a last look into the room.
"I've got a gun here, so don't try to run away," Jim said.
Jim knew it wouldn't be wise to call the police under the circumstances. He thought he would just give them a scare, and then let them go.
"What's the big idea?" Jim asked. "Don't you know I could shoot you all as burglars?"
"Gee, sir," one of them said. "It's all a mistake. You see, I'm a friend of Karen's from school, and she told me to come over tonight. As a matter of fact I was here earlier with her and..."
"What's going on down there?" Karen asked from the window.
Karen and Ann were poking their heads out the window, hiding their tits with the drapes.
"Do you know these fellows?" Jim called up to her.
"It's me, Frank," one of them said. "Dave and Carl and..."
"What are you doing back here?" Karen asked.
"Just as I was leaving tonight I ran into Dave and the guys, and we thought you might like to go out with us for a late snack so..."
It was clear that Frank was making up the story in hopes that Karen would rescue him.
"So you climbed up on the roof and peeked in the window?" Jim asked sarcastically.
"Well we thought we would play a joke and," Frank said, shifting nervously from one foot to the other. "We didn't see anything. At least, not much. So if you would just put the gun away we would."
"Invite them in," Ann called from the window. "They can have a snack right here."
Jim didn't like the idea, but when Karen added her invitation to her mother's, Jim relented. He lowered the shotgun.
"Actually, it's later than we thought," Frank said. "Maybe we should just get going."
"Nonsense," Ann said from the window. "It's early. I insist you come in. Come on now."
"Yeah. Come on in you guys," Karen said.
Billy and Jim looked at each other and shrugged.
"Well, I guess you're coming in, fellows," Jim said. "This way."
Jim led the parade of sheepish boys into the house. Karen and Ann, dressed in sheer nightgowns, met them in the kitchen. She sat everybody down around the table and brought out cookies and cake and put a pot of coffee on the stove.
Karen introduced the boys to her family. They were all friends of hers from school. The boys began to relax and watch Ann's tits hopping around in her transparent nightgown as she served the coffee. She would lean over a boy's shoulder, resting a tit on him, as she filled his cup. But the time they all had been served, they had forgotten about the shotgun and were thinking about what they had seen through the window.
Jim and Billy remained in the background, slightly disgruntled. When Ann sat on the lap of one of the boys, running her fingers through his hair and pressing her tits to him, Jim and Billy left the room. They went into the living room and sat down.
"Well, it looks like we're finished for the night," Jim said. "We'll never get through that crowd."
"Yeah, it's a good thing we got fucked when we did," Billy said.
Giggles and laughter began coming from the kitchen. Then Karen ran through the living room, naked and squealing in delight. Three boys were chasing her. She ran up the stairs, and they followed.
Ann streaked naked through the room next, followed by the last two boys. They ran upstairs too.
More laughter was heard, and then there was quiet.
"Well, there's no use us hanging around here," Jim said to Billy. "Let's go out for a late snack. How about it?"
"Sure, we can take my car," Billy said. He had just gotten his license plates the day before.
Jim and Billy dressed and went out. Creaking bedsprings could be heard as they passed the stairs.
"Let's go to that joint on the boulevard. There are a lot of cute girls there at this hour," Jim said.
"Let's put the top down," Billy said. "Chicks always go for that."
Somehow Billy had known that he would need a convertible after all.