Chapter 4
"Out in the snow barefoot, Son?" Ken asked with a raised eyebrow when a shivering Mark wandered back into the cabin.
"It was a dumb thing to do," the boy lamely answered, offering no further explanation.
Ken shrugged and went back to his magazine. His mind was occupied with the sexy charms of his teenaged daughter's hot, young body. Ken couldn't wait to fuck Bonnie again and as long as Mark stayed away from her, Ken was perfectly willing to let the boy freeze his ass off.
Leafing through her own unread magazine in a chair on the other side of the room, Bonnie was fully aware of her father's steamy thoughts. The same thing was on her mind, too.
It was funny, Bonnie realized, but now that she'd fucked the muscular cock of a grown man, Mark seemed like such a kid. After all, even though he'd had every chance to pop her cherry, he'd come up short. But her father had done the job. Oh, had he!
Bonnie's pussy spasmed just from the memory of the way her father's big cock had fucked her pussy. And his spurting cum had been so hot and thick! That it was the same cum which had originally given her life mean something special to the girl.
Bonnie looked up longingly from her magazine at her father and he looked up at her at exactly the same time. She knew he had a hard-on. God, how she wished they were alone so she could have him fuck her right there in the middle of the cabin floor before the roar-ing fire!
The one who did get up, though, was Ken Johnson. He was presumably on his way to the bathroom but he paused just long enough beside his daughter's chair to silently mouth a single word that almost made Bonnie climax right on the spot.
"Tonight," was Ken's message.
Bonnie readily nodded, the juice from her excited pussy leaking into the crotch of her panties.
Diane Johnson had finished her hasty bath and she was in the kitchen drying dishes when her son returned to the cabin. When she saw Mark, he was almost blue from being out in the snow with no shoes.
Diane glanced toward the other room to be sure no one was looking, then kissed Mark on the mouth. "Poor baby. You must be freezing!"
"Don't worry, Mom, you can warm me up later," Mark whispered back. "When, darling?"
"Tonight."
"But how? Your father and sister-"
"We'll find a way, Mom. Leave it to me," Mark said confidently.
It was against Diane's better judgment to fuck her son again with Ken and Bonnie sleep-ing right in the cabin. But then she spotted the bulge in Mark's pants and her judgment flew out the window. A boy who still got it up for her after five climaxes and being barefoot in the snow was someone she couldn't say no to.
"Tonight," Diane agreed, treating herself to a brief rub of her son's swollen crotch.
The snow was falling outside again and all mountain roads, the radio warned, would be closed for days. Everybody in the Johnson family realized they'd all be stranded in the cabin indefinitely. Then, as the radio erupted with static, their thoughts individually returned to the same subject-incest.
Shucking off the sleeping bag, Mark sat up on his cot, adjusting his eyes to the darkness. Then he got up and tip-toed around the cabin, checking things out. When he lingered briefly at his sister's cot, there was no reason for him not to believe Bonnie was not sound asleep.
But she wasn't. Excited over the prospect of fucking her father again, Bonnie hadn't slept a wink. And when her sensitive ears picked up the muted stirring in the cabin, she'd at first assumed it was her dad coming to get her. Now, realizing that it was Mark on the prowl, she held her breath and lay motionless in her sleeping bag. When he turned his back on Bonnie and walked away she sighed with relief.
Mark went over to the bed where their parents slept. From her distance, Bonnie heard the covers rustle. There was some brief whispering. Then Mark, in his long-johns, slipped on his boots without lacing them and snuck out the door.
Bonnie couldn't figure it. Indeed, she'd begun to wonder if she might actually be asleep after all and had dreamed it. It was no dream, though, when she saw her mother get out of bed a few minutes later.
Diane Johnson went to the window and looked out in the direction of the family car. The moonlight shone through the nightgown she wore, silhouetting her naked body. God, Bonnie thought, her mother looked beautiful. But what was she up to at this time of night?
Then, Diane too put on a pair of unlaced boots and threw a robe hastily over her night-gown. That was all she wore as she slipped out of the cabin just as Mark had.
Bonnie fine-tuned her hearing to pick up the slightest sound. In a moment, there it was, drifting in from outdoors-the cautious open-ing and closing of the car door.
Bonnie got up and went to the window herself, focusing on the car. But she couldn't see anything that would give her a clue as to what was happening out there. She was left to wonder what in the world her mother and brother were doing, if, in fact, they were together.
What Bonnie was missing started with a passionate kiss between Diane and Mark in the back of the station wagon. They kicked their loose boots away while their tongues darted down one another's throats. Mark's hand moved under her nightgown between her spread legs, finger-fucking his mother's squishing cunt.
"Mmmmm, your pussy's even wetter than it was before," Mark panted when the kiss ended.
"What about your cock?" Diane asked, her robe falling from her shoulders. "Is it hard for me?"
"Harder than ever, Mom."
"Prove it, stud, prove it!"
Mark knelt, pushing down the bottom of his long johns. His prick twanged into the open, its throbbing length and his dangling balls un-affected by the cold.
Diane sighed, fondling her son's thickly jutting hard-on. She kissed the tip of the swollen cockhead.
Mark lifted his mother's nightgown, noticing that her pussy was even hairier than he remembered it. Then he buried his face in the crux of her thighs, shifting around on top of her as she fell back so his stiff prick was in sucking distance of Diane's mouth.
"Mmmm, my favorite number," Diane moaned. "Sixty-nine!"
Then she guided her son's cockhead between her open lips. From there she slurped Mark's prickmeat to her throat, swallowing until she'd eventually downed his entire cock to the balls.
At the other end of the sixty-nine, Mark used his fingers along with his tongue, probing Diane's asshole while he licked her cunt. She clearly enjoyed getting it in both fuck-holes and she climaxed immediately.
Diane's orgasming cunt was suddenly so very wet and sticky that her son's squirming tongue slipped out of it. But, rather than returning his tongue to her cunt, Mark let it slide into the hairy crack of his mom's ass.
Since his fingers had already Widened her asshole, his tongue easily replaced them, pushing into the chute normally used for the passage of Diane's shit.
"Oh, yes, rim it, rim my ass," Diane cried, gurgling around a mouthful of teenaged cock. "And finger-fuck my pussy!"
Mark stuffed his tongue up her ass so far that he could taste her seeping shit. At the same time three of his fingers began to move in her pussy, curled at the knuckles so their flexing bulk resembled the head of a cock.
Simultaneously, Diane fucked her son's real cock with her mouth and throat. Her hands were also busy, rolling Mark's balls between the palms.
"Gonna come for you, Mom, gonna come," Mark gasped from the jungle of Diane's ass, his speech slurred.
Diane was sucking too much of her son's cock too deeply to answer with words so her eager response was a series of slurps. Mark easily understood how thirstily she craved his teenaged cum.
His crotch bucked against her face, his thick, young cock buried in her throat. Then his hot jism poured into his mother's belly.
Diane drank it all, even though there was so much cum that she sloshed when she moved after Mark's prick had finished shooting.
When the sixty-nine broke up, she was hotter than ever and Mark's cock remained tirelessly rigid.
"Seems like every time you come for me, your beautiful prick gets even harder," Diane said as his teenaged cock jutted from his loins.
"A guy's gotta be a superman to keep up with you, Mom," Mark said. "Now how do you want me to fuck you?"
"Do it to me in the ass first this time, honey," Diane requested. "Only let me do all the work. Get down on your back and let me slide my horny ass straight down every inch of your big prick like I was sitting on a spike."
"Try that, Mom, and you won't be able to sit down for a week," Mark teased.
"It's my ass and that's how I want it fucked," Diane insisted, playfully pushing her son down in the rear of the station wagon.
Then she had straddled him, her yawning ass dipping while she held up his stiff prick. His cockhead made contact with her asshole and Diane gritted her teeth and plunged, bearing down until she'd taken Mark's cock up her ass to the hilt.
"Now this is ass-fucking!" she whimpered, the pain welcome. "Hurts sooo goooooood!"
She rotated her hips, heaping the divine punishment on herself by cork-screwing her son's big cock up her fucked ass. When Diane climaxed, the escaping juice from her cunt leaked down all over Mark's stomach.
By now the station wagon swayed while mother and son ass-fucked within. If someone had seen the jerking car from a distance, it would have raised a lot of questions. And someone did wonder-Bonnie.
"Damn, what the hell are they up to?" she sighed at the cabin window. The last thing that would've crossed her mind being the possibility that her brother might be fucking their uptight mother.
Then Bonnie remembered that the radio in the cabin had gone on the blink just before the family had turned in. Could it be that her mother and brother were out there listening to the car radio to catch up on the latest weather report? If so, they ought to be back inside soon.
"Oh, well," Bonnie yawned, "it's none of my business if they want to freeze their buns off."
She returned to her cot and slipped into the warm sleeping bag. She was sleepy and the distraction caused by her mother and brother had made her forget all about fucking her father. For the first time that night she fell into a deep slumber.
Soon Bonnie had started to dream. It was a very nice dream, the kind romantic young girls enjoy best. Bonnie's imaginary "Mr. Right" was there, crawling into the sack with her. He'd visited her many times before in her sleep, but this was the first time she'd seen him since she'd lost her cherry.
"Your cock . . . your cock," she drowsily murmured. "I want to suck your cock!"
In the past, due to her sexual inexperience, Bonnie's erotic dreams had consisted of cuddling more than anything else. Indeed, although she'd sensed the presence of Mr. Right's throbbing cock, she'd never actually pictured it in her mind. But tonight she did.
"Mmmm, you're hung. Hung so big and hard for me," she sighed. "Fuck my mouth with your big prick!"
When she'd still been cherry Bonnie had never come on this strong to her dream lover. But Mr. Right had no objections now. He was ready to satisfy the lust of the woman she'd become.
"Take it, baby, take it. Suck my cock all the way to my balls," Bonnie heard him say.
As though there were two of her, one watching and the other ready to give a blow-job, Bonnie saw herself swallow Mr. Right's huge prick. Then she could even imagine the taste of the thrusting male cockmeat-salty, oh, so salty. It aroused her thirst for the cum which she dreamed would soon spill down her throat.
"Suck, suck, suck, suck," Mr. Right chanted, grinding on top of her.
Bonnie felt Mr. Right's hard-on twisting in her mouth, along with movement above her. His cock turned all the way around in her throat to match the hundred-and-eighty degree shift of his body. His hot breath warmed her crotch. Sixty-nine! Bonnie excitedly thought.
She spread her legs for him and then the lips of his mouth kissed the lips of her cunt. He found her clit and sucked it, burrowing at her crotch so she could feel the stubble of his heard scraping at the crux of her loins..
Pushing up into his face, she forced his fat tongue deeply into her cunt. He all but fucked her with it and she knew she was going to come. Right in his mouth she climaxed, feeling him slurp up the orgasmic juice oozing out of her cunt.
But, no matter how hard she came herself, Bonnie knew she wouldn't be satisfied until Mr. Right had come too. How she craved his jizz! She milked his balls dry with her greedy mouth as her real-life experience had taught her to.
The cock she sucked strained in her throat on the brink of eruption. One final tugging swallow of the meat and, for the first time in one of her erotic dreams, Mr. Right shot his wad.
Bonnie couldn't get enough of his cum, even though his climaxing prick unloaded so fast it was as if he were pissing in her mouth. When he'd slowed to a dribble, she still kept slurping, nursing like a hungry baby on the head of his prick.
"You gotta let go, baby," he told her. "Gotta let go of my prick if you want me to fuck you."
Nothing could have pleased Bonnie more. "Oh, yes, fuck me, fuck me now!" she pleaded.
Inside the sleeping bag, his muscular body quickly pinned her beneath him and Bonnie felt the pulsing force of his hard-on between her legs. Then it was entering her, splitting her pussylips apart as inch after inch of his cock surged inside her spasming pussy-hole.
"Wrap your legs around me, sweetheart," Mr. Right instructed. "Wind them around me so you can jerk my cock back and forth in your pussy. Then I can fuck you just the way you want to be fucked."
"Bet you tell that to all the horny, little girls you fuck in their wet dreams," Bonnie teased.
"Got enough on my hands right here to keep me busy, princess. Those other little girls can dream about their own daddies fucking them while you and me are busy doing it for real."
"For real?" Bonnie repeated.
"What do you think? Say, are you all right? You're acting kind of funny."
"For real?" Bonnie repeated again. "What's happening to me?"
She forced her eyes open, not knowing what to expect. "Daddy!" she blurted, suddenly wide awake.
"Shhhh, not so loud," Ken warned, putting his hand over her mouth. "You'll wake up your mother and brother."
It all came back to Bonnie now. She started to ask her father if he knew when her mom and Mark had returned to the cabin from the car but his hand was still over her mouth. She couldn't believe that she'd actually forgotten all about his promise to fuck her tonight!
"Say," Ken whispered suspiciously, "you weren't by any chance having a dream that I was some other guy, were you?"
"I was just pulling your leg, Daddy," Bonnie lied. "You know I've been waiting for you on pins and needles. I thought you'd never show up."
Ken sighed with relief. "You had me going there for a while. I don't want you spreading your legs for any other guy except your old man. Understand? I don't even want you thinking about it."
Now Bonnie was the one who put her hand over her father's mouth. "Just shut up and fuck me, Daddy!"
His face fell to his daughter's small tits and he began licking from nipple to nipple. At the same time, Bonnie rocked him in the cradle of her thighs, rhythmically jogging his cock in her cunt. The results felt good. Bonnie let her mind go blank and allowed her senses to take over.
"That's it, just suck me, fuck me, Daddy . . . keep sucking my titties and fucking my pussy," she moaned.
She closed her eyes again. Once more, it was like a dream. Instead of a cot, she floated on a cloud. She came. Indeed, she willed the climax to happen. Felt soooo goooooood.
"That's my little girl," Ken whispered as she orgasmically writhed beneath him. "I'll keep you coming until I come too. Nobody can ever fuck you the way your daddy can."
Now father and daughter stopped whispering entirely, so the only sound in the room was the creaking cot on which they fucked. When his prick finally erupted in her pussy, the creaking stopped and their satisfied moans soared.
Then, after a time, Ken silently slipped out of the sleeping bag and returned to his own bed. He didn't know it, but Bonnie was already sound asleep, mingling her father with her imaginary Mr. Right in her dreams. Then his incestuous mission for the night accomplished, Ken also dropped off.
The cabin was as still as the snowy outdoors. Nothing moved, inside or outside, not for a long while, not until it was safe to be awake while everyone else in the family was asleep with their secrets.
A glow from a lighted cigarette then burned in the darkness. And the smoker thought that in the eerie silence she could almost hear the gears in her own mind working. She glanced at the dozing male figure beside her in bed, shaking her head with wonder as she recalled what she'd witnessed.
"Got to hand it to you, Ken," she sighed. "I didn't think you had the guts. Looks like you and I have a lot more in common than we ever would have guessed."
And then, smoking her cigarette down to the filter, Diane Johnson dwelled on what it meant to be the wife and mother in a family where she and her husband both fucked their own children. Before dawn broke she'd made a decision that had her pussy burning in anticipation.