Chapter 3
Only a week after their relationship began, Danny suggested that they bring Linda, Betty's older daughter, into the circle of incest. At first Betty rejected the idea, but Danny insisted that she was ripe for a wilder sex scene than marriage could provide.
"She's ready for some new cock," he said, "and mine is certainly available."
"Maybe she is but I'm sure she won't let her baby brother fuck her," Betty answered.
"So I'll prime her with a little juice first. I'll whip up a pitcher of that rum punch she always went for. Linda could never hold her liquor. After a few drinks she'll be grabbing my crotch like a bitch in heat."
Betty's face flushed. Just talking about sex turned her on. "Where will you do it?" she asked. "If your sister goes along, that is." Betty felt like a procurer, or some equally bad kind of traitor. She was helping her daughter to break her marriage vows, and being instrumental in bringing Linda into incest.
"The family room," Danny said as he started making the potent rum punch. "I'll get the stereo along with her favorite tapes, and put the punch on ice there. We can get to talking, and drinking, and then ... I guess we have to play it by ear. If she pays too much attention to you being around, you'll have to slip out... at least for a while."
"All right," Betty agreed.
After Danny completed making the punch, she took a drink and shook her head. "This is enough to make a dyke turn nympho," she laughed and carried the punch bowl into the family room where she placed it on a little home bar.
Her son followed her and put his hands on her waist as she stood at the bar. Betty was wearing a pair of white shorts that accented her pale and lustrous skin, and a thin, see-through blouse that showed her lacy bra. She felt wicked in the outfit, and of course she was.
Leaning back against him, Betty felt her son's hard-on, felt him pushing against her butt. He kissed the back of her neck and cupped her heavy tits with both hands.
"You have the most fabulous tits I ever felt, Mother."
She turned her face, kissed his cheek, and snuggled her ass tightly to his rod, to the hard bulge in his cut-off jeans. "How many tits have you felt?"
"A few. Not too many, I guess. I felt up six or eight girls before I screwed any of them, so I guess they don't count. Only the ones I fucked."
"How many did you ... fuck?"
"Just four," Danny said. "Three chicks in class and my English teacher."
"Your teacher?"
He ground his crotch into the cheeks of her ass. "Sure. She's only twenty-eight, and I had this thing for older women, since I was so horny to lay you. It took some work, because she's cute and half the guys in class were trying to make her. But she's not nearly as good a fuck as you are, Mom. I mean, you're just the best, the greatest."
She moved away from him then, satisfied, feeling the jolt of rum she wasn't used to drinking, feeling more than a little bitchy, too.
"You'd better save that hard-on for your sister.
She should be here any minute now. Remember, she's an older woman, too."
He grinned. "Only twenty-one—just four years older than me. I like them riper... like you. But I'll admit I always had an idea about screwing Linda. She was always flitting around and showing her legs clear to her ass, or letting me get a good peep at her tits. And lots of times, she'd come in from a date and tell me how guys were feeling her up, especially Glenn, before she married him. I think she was trying to turn me on."
Betty felt a little better, and a little drunker. She poured herself another small cup of the punch and sipped it. Maybe it ran in the blood, she thought; something slightly twisted in her genes that had passed along to her children. She had always wanted to be screwed by her son; she confessed that to herself now. Oh, ft hadn't been out in the open, but she'd always liked to touch him, and she had often cast glances at his slim young ass, at his lumpy crotch.
And these impulses had been inherited by Danny, thank goodness, or badness, whichever. He possessed this dark and overwhelming passion that demanded he fuck his mother, that drove him to come into the cunt that had given him birth. She was glad; she was damned happy for that urge.
Linda, then; very attractive Linda Maddox Forester. The young housewife was shorter than her mother, at five feet six. She had rich brown hair, a shade darker than Danny's, and Betty's own blue eyes. She weighed 110 pounds, Betty remembered, and she was proud of the girl's exceptional figure.
Had Linda received the same hot combination of genes that made incest so compelling for her mother and brother? They would soon find out; Betty heard the car pull up in the driveway, and smiled at Danny.
"Here she is."
Danny stroked his softened prick. "Yeah. I hope she's anxious for this. But I'll be cool."
Linda bounced into the house, full of energy and blooming with youthful vitality.
"Hi! What was all the big secret, getting me over in the middle of the day? Not that I wasn't glad to get out of that damned apartment."
Betty kissed her daughter's cheek, and felt the brush of her tit against Linda's. It felt tingly, now that she had more in mind than a mother's embrace.
"Hey now," Linda said. "You've been juicing it up. What's the occasion?"
Danny came from the family room bearing gifts—two icy cups of powerful punch.
"Mom and I just decided to spend the afternoon with you. You look wonderful, Sis. Prettier than ever."
Linda took the cup and gave him a fleeting kiss on the mouth as Betty watched.
"My favorite brother," Linda said. "You're growing up every day."
Linda was wearing a mini, and Betty looked over the flawless thighs and well-shaped legs the skirt exposed. As her son had said, Linda's tits weren't as big as her mother's, but they were high and firm.
"You never acted bratty, like a brother," Linda was saying. "I always felt as if I could talk to you, Danny."
"You can," he said. "Come on in and sit. I've got your old tapes on."
Betty followed after, not quite certain of her role, but eager to be part of it, to be in on the action from the start. Linda's tail had a suggestive swing to it, she noticed, and she found herself wondering if her son-in-law had gotten into Linda before they were married. Probably, she decided; the girl was passionate and lovely. Why not? Glen would have been some kind of fool if he hadn't kept trying until he fucked her.
And Betty's son-in-law didn't look that foolish; he looked yummy and lithe, and Betty wondered how screwing him could be tiresome. She'd have to ask her daughter.
Linda was laughing on the couch, and Danny was sitting beside her refilling her glass. Betty went to the punchbowl, but hesitated; her head was already light and there was a warmly woozy sensation in her veins.
"Great," Danny said, "just great. And that's a great skirt, Linda. You should never hide legs that wonderful."
The music swirled through the room, and Linda stretched out her legs for them to admire. Downing her second drink, she said, "Glen kind of ignores them now. I don't mean he forgets them, but he doesn't eye them the way he used to. Marriage ... yekk."
Betty said carefully, "Doesn't he ... love you as often?"
Linda turned her head. "Why, Mom! Have you been nipping at this tasty punch for a while? I never heard you ask anything like that before."
Danny said, "You'd be surprised at how Mom is blossoming out. Didn't you dig those white shorts?"
Linda stuck out her lips while Danny poured some more juice into her glass.
"I always wished my legs were that long and sleek. But wiggling around in shorts and a see-through ... Have you gotten yourself a lover, Mom?"
Laughing, Linda drank some more, and spluttered when her brother said, "Yes. Mother has a lover, and a good one."
"Damn!" Linda said with feeling. "I was kidding around, but... you, Mom? Making it on the side with another man?"
Betty took a deep breath, but her head was still a little fuzzy. "Is that so difficult to believe? Does it shock you that much?"
Her daughter shook her head. "No, but you ... you've always been so uptight about sex, and ... Well, hell—good for you! I hope you have a great time balling the guy, and I wish I could find somebody just as exciting. Look, I don't mean that Glen and I don't fuck. We do. It's just that after two years, we know everything that each other is going to do. It's kind of boring, and I think if I get laid by some other man, it might actually stimulate my sex life with my husband."
"It will," Betty said. "It really will.
"Wow," Linda breathed, her rich brown hair falling over one side of her face and her lips just a little slack. "Never thought I could talk to you like this, Mom. Now ole Danny here ..."
She put one hand on her brother's bare leg, and Danny slid closer on the couch, moved his butt down a bit so that her hand was pushed up his thigh.
"You know the guy Mom's swinging with," he said.
"I do?" Linda's head wobbled, but she tried to focus on her mother. "Who is it, Mom?"
Danny had a hard-on now; Betty could see the heavy bulge in his short jeans. He took his sister's hand and laid it on his stiff cock.
"Guess who, Sis," he said.
Linda's head swiveled back so fast it threw her off balance and she almost fell off the couch. Her brother used his other hand to help her catch her balance, and it was no accident that it moved from the small of her back down to her trim ass.
"Wh-What? What!" Linda asked. "You and ... and mother? How ... what..."
Danny had a good grip on the cheek of his sister's ass now, and in her shock, she hadn't even tried to remove her hand from the erection at his crotch. He hunched it against her hand and played with her ass. Linda's eyes looked blurred.
"Sure, me and Mom," Danny replied. "Why not? She's beautiful and hot, and I dig her like crazy: She digs me, too. We fuck day and night."
"I... Daddy ... what about Daddy?"
Danny unzipped his jeans and shoved his long, hard prick into his sister's soft hand.
"He doesn't know ... but now you do. And we want you to swing with us, with Mom and me."
"I can't get my head straight," Linda said. "It's all so ... I'd say you were putting me on, except Mom's standing here watching you put your cock into my hand. I don't know ... I can't think ..."
"You don't have to think," Danny said, easing his hand up his sister's thigh. "Just lie back and let me show you what I do to Mom, how I put this prick into her juicy, rich pussy. Linda, you know I always .wanted to stick it into you, and you always teased me. Well, we don't have to play games any more. Now we can get it on."
She was sinking back, and Betty saw her son's hand cup her daughter's cunt-mound, that delectably swollen cunt-mound snugged by Linda's silken panties.
"But... with Mom right here?"
"Sure. She wants to see how we swing, and she'll even help me get your clothes off, won't you, Mom?"
"Yes," Betty said through numb lips, and moved towards them, her own nipples gone stiff and her crotch turning dewy. She had gone too far now; there was no backing out, no escape ... and she didn't really want to get away. She needed to be here, a witness to what was about to happen. She had to be part of this magnificently thrilling episode, and she would. Moving like a robot, she approached her older daughter and only son.
Danny was pulling off his sister's stockings, peeling down the nylon pantyhose and working off the frilly panties. Bending over the couch, Betty took hold of Linda's blouse and eased it up over her limp arms. Her daughter had her eyes closed, the thick lashes lying curled and long upon the delicate curve of her cheek.
"Look at the hair on this cunt," Danny was saying softly. "Mom, isn't that the curliest pussy hair you ever saw?"
And indeed it was, thick and deep and luxuriant, curling in a million tightly rolled brown springs, making a heavy bush between Linda's silken thighs. Then Betty unhooked the girl's bra and saw the delightfully shaped mounds of her young, firm tits. The pinkish-brown nipples were erect and trembling, and the disrobing was done. Linda lay naked upon the couch, all her vibrantly lovely body exposed to the eager eyes of her mother and brother.
"Beautiful," Danny breathed, and Betty saw that he had shucked his jeans and was kneeling on the couch at his sister's feet. "Smooth and beautifully created, Sis. You don't have to think about anything ... just lie there and feel. I'm going to be your new lover, and because I'm also your brother, it'll be better for both of us. I love you as my sister, and as a beautiful young woman, and as a wife ready for some fun, and I'm about to love you as a hot, juicy cunt."
"D ... Danny," Linda breathed through lax lips. "Oh, yes, yes!"
Betty stepped back and began to remove her clothing. Anything upon her fevered flesh felt constrictive, choking, and she simply had to rip it away. Her shorts and panties, bra and blouse fluttered to the floor; Betty also stood naked as her children, and the air felt wonderful on her skin.
Danny bent low and licked his sister's toes. She flinched and squirmed, and the boy kissed wetly over her foot, bit gently upon her calf and licked her shins. Sliding up her legs, he continued to kiss her skin, to fondle and nip at her legs, her thighs. Danny planted a lingering kiss into the deep-brown beaver, and Betty thought for a moment that she was going to see her son eat his sister's pussy.
But as she sank to the carpet close by the couch, only an arm's length away from the beautiful naked figures, she watched Danny move up on Linda's belly. His rigid prick was gripped in one hand, and his hairy balls were swinging pendulously between his thighs.
Betty's voice surprised her, coming of its own accord from her lips: "Fuck her, Danny ... oh, please hurry and fuck her!"
"Yes, Mom," he answered, and crawled between her bent legs to guide the bulging head of his eager prick into the shaggy forest of his sister' cunt-mound.
"Fuck her," Betty whispered anxiously. "Fuck your sister. Stick your cock into your sister's pussy, Son!"
"I am, Mother. Watch it slide on inside Linda's cunt. She's boiling inside, tight and hot ... hot and slidy. Oh, Linda ... oh, Sis ... my prick's moving right into your cunt."
Linda's head swung from side to side, a silent metronome; her arms lay limp at her sides as her mother took her butt and hiked her bushy pelvis to meet his first plunge into her cunt. Fascinated, Betty sat on the floor and stared as the slim, hard cock inched into the redly accepting lips of his sister's snatch.
Round and smooth, Linda's ass was lifted, tilted from the couch, and her brother's cock pushed steadily, powerfully, on into the hairy nest. His balls came to rest in her crack, and the full length of his cock was imbedded in her cunt.
"Ummm," Linda murmured. "Ummm ... long and hard. Good, good."
His chest lowered to hers, and her tits were flattened sweetly to him as the lower part of her body began to hunch. Danny kissed her open mouth, and Betty watched her children couple, belly to belly, mouth to mouth. Linda wrapped her arms around her brother and ground her pelvis into Danny's crotch.
Betty stared; the boy's cock slid out of Linda's pussy, came back glistening with his sister's cunt juice, hesitated with the head still buried in her soft fuck-hole, thrust forward once more, slipped in to the root.
"Umm," Linda said, between dartings of her tongue into his lips, "oh, baby, that's so hard and so good. Wow ... I thought my husband could fuck, but you've got it on him, Danny. Ummm... feels wild when the cock-head pokes way back in me. Fuck your sister, baby ... I haven't been screwed in three days, and I need your fantastic prick!"
Betty's tits were so swollen that they ached, the nipples hard and ready to break off. She slid one hand into her lap, fondled her gash and found it wetly throbbing. She used a finger to slowly caress her labes as she watched the action directly before her.
Pretty well smashed, turned on by her first incestuous fuck, Linda had thrown all coyness to the winds. She was clinging to Danny and hammering her cunt up at his strokes, absorbing each push of his rod and gyrating sensually on his meat.
"You ... you little son of a bitch!" she panted, pounding her crotch into his, grinding and shuddering. "You sneaky little bastard ... fucking Mom, and now me. Wow...oh, hey, you have the greatest cock! Fuck me harder, brother! Little baby brother with the far-out fuck-pole ... Fuck me hard! HARD!"
Danny responded by speeding up his thrusts, by banging his prick into her cunt so violently that her ass-cheeks jiggled and her tits shook with each heavy stroke.
"Good, good ... hard! Fuck me ... fuck me! I'm coming! Coming! Oh, son of a bitch! I'm coming, baby brother!"
"Sis ... Sis!" Danny gasped. He drove his cock into her pussy, lunged and bucked it up his sister's shivering wet cunt, and Betty saw him stiffen out, saw his legs stretch back, and she looked closely at the way his balls leaped upward.
He was coming. Betty knew exactly the sensation of his hot jizz leaping forth into a cunt, knew to the last quiver of feeling how his cum splashed and drenched the walls of an inflamed pussy. Now his older sister was feeling it, too; now Linda was being bathed in the sticky cream of her brother's ejaculation.
Linda was adoring it. Betty saw her twist and heave, watched her claw at her brother's slim ass, and heard the sloshing noise as Linda worked her cunt frantically over Danny's twitching cock.
"I... oooohhh! Oh, Danny! Oh, baby ... soak my twat! Flood my cunt! Pack me with your jizz, darling!
Betty's finger manipulated her clit, teased it, but she didn't stroke herself to a climax. Now yet, she thought. Danny will be ready to fuck again, in just a little while. And if Linda isn't too shaken up, or too smashed, then maybe she can watch him pack that fabulous meat to his mother. Her mother, too. That would make it all immeasurably better, add that spicy fillip to the sharing that could now be theirs, all three of them.
A lift of anticipation surged within Betty. She stopped playing with her cunt and moved the hand out to drift it lightly over the silken cheeks of her son's ass. The first step of the plan had been accomplished: Linda Maddox Forester had been seduced by Danny, and she knew that her mother had been screwing him, too.
That eased the way for their next move, Linda moving it with her father. It could take a little more time and effort, but the end result would certainly be worth the trouble. Maybe they could work on it this weekend; Linda could bring Glen over and stay until late Sunday night. From now until then, she should be able to contrive a method of getting her father to stick his thick cock into her yearning pussy.
Linda had wanted some new and exciting action, Betty thought. The girl was finding it now, and would come up with more. First her stiff-dicked brother; then her daddy. If that wasn't enough newness for her, she'd better hang on to Glen.
Glen, Betty thought; oh, lord, what were they going to do about Linda's husband? The house would be crowded, and every additional guest increased the chances of discovery that much more. Glen was active and virile; he couldn't be conned into getting smashed on rum punch to keep him out of the way.
But he could be drawn into something else, she decided. Like screwing his mother-in-law. Now that she had pushed aside most of the old, confining barriers, Betty couldn't draw back. She would fuck him so thoroughly, so completely, that he wouldn't be interested in roaming around the house.
Smiling, Betty continued to sit on the carpet beside the couch, and to caress her son's ass. Sometimes her fingers strayed down the crack of his buttocks and over his balls, and sometimes they went even farther, to barely touch the springy, curly pussy hairs of her daughter, there at the spot where Danny's prick was shoved into her cunt, right to the hilt.
She could feel her son relax, feel his back muscles soften. He turned his face towards her and smiled. Betty couldn't resist. She moved closer and kissed him, accepting the penetration of his tongue.