Chapter 4
"Are you sure the doors are locked?" Linda asked.
Danny laughed. "Look who's being uptight now."
"No," Linda said, curling her smooth and shapely legs under her body. "It's just that if somebody walks in and catches us all sitting around bare-assed like this, they'll think we've all freaked out... and maybe we have. If Daddy comes home, or Nikki, or ... wow! ...if my husband drives up ... I mean, getting snockered and getting laid by my brother is one thing, but getting caught at it is another. And, Mom, if Daddy caught you ... or even me ... I hate to think of what he'd do."
"That's what we have to take care of," Betty said. "That's why you have to screw your father."
Linda dropped her glass, but Danny caught it before it hit the rug.
"Oh, hey! Hey, that's the wildest, craziest thing I ever-"
"Oh, come on," Danny said. "You know damned well that you've had the hots for him ever since you started growing up. Now's your chance to do something about it."
Linda took another cold glass of rum punch, drank half of it, then giggled.
"I guess I just can't get used to this, to the whole goofy idea. I mean, sitting here naked with my brother and mother, and talking about screwing Daddy. It's too much."
"You enjoyed balling me," Danny said. "It'll be terrific with Dad. I love putting the prick to you, Linda, but there's something extra when I fuck Mom."
Linda flinched visibly and drank the rest of her punch. She said, "When I look at you, Mother... nude and beautiful like that, I wonder why I grew up thinking of you as old. You're something else. Those big, round tits and that lovely "black hair on your cunt. And I've always admired your long, provocative legs. I mean, you really have a gorgeous body. But... thinking about you and Danny, I don't know. It all seems sort of unreal."
"Oh, it's real," Betty said, herself fortified heavily by the rum and as yet horny. "But I guess we'd better prove it, Danny?"
"Anytime, Mom. I was just getting back my energy, and seeing you were waiting for me-that brought it back in a hurry. See it growing?"
She smiled at his half-risen hard-on, always drawn to the splendid charm of his cock and to the perfection of his naked body. Such a beautiful boy, and such a lovely girl with him. She was very proud of both of them.
"I'll lie down on the floor, Mom, and you can get on top. Linda, our mom is one terrific piece of ass. She's as hot and tight in the cunt as you are, and she really eats up a prick."
Betty kneeled on the carpet as her son stretched himself flat on it, his slim legs reaching to her sun-bronzed skin, his cock lifting, turning harder with each moment. She slid forward on her knees. Opening them, she passed over his legs and sat erect and poised over his lavender-headed prick. She could not resist playing with it, toying with the balls and running her fingertips lightly up and down the throbbing staff. She felt the oiliness left by his recent ejaculation, the residue of her daughter's cunt juice.
Danny was caressing her thighs, smiling up at her as he cupped the cheeks of her ass and finger-walked through the tufted shag of her beaver. She trembled above him, drawing out the anticipation of feeling her son's horny prick entering her quaking cunt.
"Lovely, Mom," Danny said, peering up into her crotch. "I can see your cunt-lips all red and waiting. So beautiful, so sexy."
"Darling," she breathed, forgetting for a moment that her daughter was sitting only inches away and staring with open-mouthed fascination. "Oh, darling, give Mommy your sweet young prick."
She inched down upon his upthrust head, positioning her slit carefully on the blunt end of her son's swollen rod. The head touched into her hot cunt-lips, probed lovingly into the thick forest of her beaver and found the slippery entrance to her cunt.
Lowering her crotch slowly, Betty settled upon her son's cock. It eased into her fevered cunt, slid teasingly over her tremulous clit and went all the way up when she sat on his pelvis. His balls were forced against the lips of her pussy, and she liked that.
"All the way in," Danny said. "My cock's locked into your pussy, Mother. You're so juicy inside, it's almost as if Dad had been fucking you before I got my prick in. So slidy and good, so tickly ... and when you rock your beautiful ass back and forth like that, I go ape."
Betty leaned over him, pushed one of her nipples at his face. "Here, darling... suck this. You love Mommy's tit so much, just suck away on this, while Mommy screws you."
Wetly, his lips pulled it in, and his teeth gnawed tenderly at her nub. Danny sucked it then, sucked on it as if he were a baby again, and she was feeding him milk instead of cunt. His hands held both her jiggling jugs and he rubbed his forehead into the one he wasn't sucking.
Betty rolled her ass and lifted up on her knees, pulling her pussy up his cock until she felt the rounded flange of the head against her inner labes. Then she pushed down again, swiveling her crotch as she did, and heard her cunt make gulping, liquid noises.
Danny pulled on her nipple, his hands gripping her ass-cheeks, his belly arching and sliding over hers, dampening with sweat. She fucked him with long, deliberate movements of her lower body, see-sawing and pumping, hunching and grinding, giving him all the delight she could, thrilling herself with each slickened thrust.
Suddenly he tore his hungry mouth away from her wet tit.
"Oh ... ah, Mother! Yes, oh, yes ... that magic cunt. But... not yet—don't make me come yet. I want to eat my sister's cunt first!"
Surprised, Betty slowed her fuck-movements, allowed his stiff prick to nestle motionless within the velvet clasping of her pussy.
"But, Danny ... how ..."
"Linda," he said. "Sis ... get off the couch and stand over me. Put one foot on each side of my body."
As if she were mesmerized, Linda stood up, moved stiffly to where they lay on the floor and obeyed her brother's gasped commands, placing one of her feet on each side of his head. His arms lifted, and she ran his hands over her ass, her thighs, down to her spread calves and back up again, searching and embracing.
"Just sit down on me," he said. "Like Mom's doing, but you sit on my face, Sis ... please, oh please. I want to taste your pussy."
"All right," Linda answered breathlessly, and bent her knees, brought her crotch down and down until the mossy and lathered mound was just over his mouth. She kneeled then, and allowed him to pull her cunt into position for his probing tongue.
They were so close, so near. Sitting on her son's prick, Betty stared at the red reaching of his tongue as it darted into her daughter's cunt. Linda squirmed and her thickly wooled twat-mound covered her brother's mouth, leaving only his chin exposed; her milky white thighs closed around his head, and Betty was afraid that Danny would be smothered in pussy, that he couldn't breathe.
But evidently he was reveling in it, for he wiggled and his prick moved within Betty's cunt. Betty sat quietly on Danny's rod until it moved again; then she began to stroke on it, taking up where she had left off, her orgasm postponed by the long hesitation, but her longing even keener.
"Mom," Linda said softly. "Oh, Mom!"
Betty looked into her daughter's face, into Linda's eyes. She reached for her daughter's hands and held them as they both rocked on Danny's body.
"Linda ... it's so ... "
"Yes, Mom ... yes!"
Betty humped sensuously on the prick in her pussy, and Linda ground lightly down on the mouth that was eating her cunt. Betty saw the perfectly modeled tits of her daughter bounce, saw the stunning nipples weaving from side to side as Linda rode her brother's face.
That's when her daughter released her hands and reached out to take Betty's tits, her fingers spread to encompass the pale mounds and the palms pressing down on the hard nipples. Betty arched her back and thrust her jugs against the adoring hands, and before she knew it, she was fondling the sweet young tits moving so appealingly before her.
Holding each other's tits, they moved in unison, one of them screwing Danny's cock, the other fucking his mouth. Caressing, squeezing, moaning softly and whispering endearments, they leaned closer and closer, until their lips met.
Betty shuddered from head to toe as her mouth slid over Linda's, as her daughter's lips opened to take in the tentative probing of her tongue. Then they were kissing in earnest, their tits mashed together, their arms around one another, tongues running wild and their teeth clashing as their gusting breaths mixed hotly.
"Baby ... my wonderful girl...
"Mamma ... oh, Mamma, kiss me, love me ...
Heaving, burrowing up and around, Danny poked hard with his cock, and Betty responded to its stabbing by riding it, by twisting the meaty rod within the silken glove of her wet cunt, and she could sense that he was going to shoot his load any second.
She took her mouth an inch away from Linda's and cried, "Ride him, sweetheart! He's ready to come!"
"Ahhh! Ummm! Danny ... Danny eat me! Suck my pussy like ... Oh, yes, baby brother, suck my cunt like that...like that!"
Churning her own ass, Betty crushed her mouth into her daughter's just as the girl came, and the spasms racked them both, for Betty was rising to her own climax, coming fiercely on the spiraling prick that was jamming into the very end of her cunt.
Beneath them, Danny Maddox bucked like a mustang, pounding his cock madly into his mother's dripping cunt, biting into his sister's buttery pussy ... and then he came. The spurting was the foaming jet of a fire hose, a solid striking of thick fluid up into Betty's cunt. The jizz boiled over the flexing head of her son's prick, and Betty came, too, her cunt foaming and frothing in ecstasy.
Gasping into her mother's mouth, Linda moaned and went limp all over. She sagged to one side, her crotch lifting from Danny's still devouring mouth with a wet and plopping sound. Betty supported her, held onto her until the descending weight was too much, then he drifted sideways with her daughter, letting Danny's hard cock pull out of her snatch.
They lay crumpled into a heap, softened and drained, and the warm looseness was an exquisite feeling in itself. Danny was spent, Betty thought; he had fired such a tremendous load into her pussy that it was leaking out along her thighs, hot and sticky. And only a short time before, he had fucked his sister furiously.
Linda, too ... Betty kissed her daughter's soft cheek. Dear Linda had passed through a pair of blazing orgasms with her adoring brother—one on his prick and one on his mouth. She was quivering, and her moaning took a long time to subside.
Such enchanted fucking, Betty thought, lying there with her darling children. It had been a thing of pure beauty, an event of wonder to cherish and remember always. She had known such a rush of love, of desire, for Linda that it had been irresistible.
She slept, or perhaps she only dreamed, but Betty's pleasant lethargy was shattered by a sound. She sat up, a sudden chill upon her tits, upon her cunt where the jizz was drying. What made the noise ... or, rather, who made it?
Betty listened hard. Had it been at one of the doors, a window? She climbed up, unsteady upon her feet, and hurried to put on her clothing.
The side window, she thought; the small window where the walk ran along the house, between wall and hedge. The noise had come from that direction, she was sure now. She touched a foot to her son's naked body, nudged Linda heavily.
"Come on, kids ... somebody's hanging around the house. Get dressed and scatter. I'll see who it is."
Danny muttered and Linda leaped straight up.
"Who? What? Oh, it must be Glen! Wow, I have to get out of here right now!"
Betty ran fingers through her hair and walked quickly to the kitchen, through it and onto the service porch, where she unlocked the back door and opened it. Stepping out onto the steps, she looked around, waited and listened.
"Hi, Mom."
Betty flinched and tried to compose her face before turning. "Nikki—I thought you'd be gone most of the afternoon."
Nicole Maddox tilted her pert face to one side. "I was. It's kind of late, and I figured you'd want me home for dinner."
"Oh, lord," Betty said, "dinner. Linda's here and we were ... gossiping so much, I completely forgot. Your father will be furious, and Linda should have called Glen, and—"
"Danny can drive me to the chicken place," Nikki volunteered, "if you'll give me some money."
"Of course—that's a great idea. Come with me while- I find my purse, Nikki. I'll call Danny downstairs."
If he could get himself together, she thought. And if Linda could bluff it through, both with her younger sister and on the phone to her husband. But no backing down, Betty thought. The weekend would be too long and dreary without the sexual freedom the three of them had found. They'd have to go through with the plan, work things around so that Linda could seduce her father, and Glen kept busy—and satisfied—by his newly awakened mother-in-law.
That took care of four people, if everything worked out. And that left two, Nikki and Danny. The boy had been a catalyst for all this, and certainly wouldn't cut himself out of his action. But how could they handle Nicole? She had been sent here ¦ and there for days, and now she was beginning to wonder what was going on around her home.
Nikki and Danny, Betty thought, and sternly told herself no! The girl was far too young, an immature kid of fifteen. To draw her into the spreading circle of incest would be a terrible thing.
It was unthinkable. Nikki was a virgin, and not on the Pill, and would probably be frightened silly by anything remotely resembling family fucking.
In the kitchen, Nicole pushed past her, brushed a small but round thigh against Betty's, and bent to poke her head into the refrigerator. Betty stared at the dainty butt of her youngest child, at the svelte waist and graceful shape of Nicole's rear. She hadn't noticed it before, because she hadn't really looked, but the girl wasn't all that immature. Nikki was tiny, and that tended to confuse the observer's eye, but although what she had was in miniature, it was all there.
Was she still a cherry?
Yes, Betty decided; of course. They'd solve the problem of Nikki's presence some way, and bring Danny into the screwing. Smiling, Betty maneuvered her hips lewdly and went to call her other children.