Chapter 5
As Ellen was about to pull into her driveway, she noticed that her brother-in-law's car was not there. She smiled, wondering if that meant that he was parked on a back country road somewhere, fucking one of his daughters.
When she entered the house, it seemed to be empty, except for the sound of giggles and breathless words coming down the stairway. She didn't see anyone downstairs. Possibly her son and the girls were out somewhere. After all, it was
Saturday. But who was that upstairs? She decided to go up and see.
As quietly as she could, she began creeping up the stairs. Her heart pounding was the only sound that she made. .
At the top of the stairs, she recognized her sister's voice. The sounds coming from her room were quite distinct now. There was no mistaking that she was having sex with someone. Undoubtedly she and Paul were having an afternoon fuck, taking advantage of the fact that there was no one else in the house..
The urge to see the two of them fucking, came over Ellen and she didn't try too hard to resist the temptation. But she would have to be careful or she would blow a rare opportunity.
The idea of spying on her sister made Ellen's body tense. Her cunt was already moist. But most of the thrill was due to the hope of seeing some action. Since she rarely got any action of her own with her son, while her sister and her family were staying there, she would have to settle for sharing her sister's pleasure.
As Ellen moved along the hallway, she could see that her sister's door was partway open. Her sister's voice could be heard clearly and Ellen listened.
"Oh, lover, that's so nice, Mmmmmmm," Angie was saying.
It sounded to Ellen like her sister's voice was full of lust. She was really in a horny mood. Angie held her breath. This could be a very exciting thing to watch, Paul fucking Angie for all he was worth.
Ellen knew she would be embarrassed if she was caught spying on them, but the reward of seeing her sister and her husband in action was too good to pass up.
She was within inches of the doorway when she remembered that Paul's car wasn't in the driveway. If that wasn't Paul in the bedroom with Angie, then who-?
Brent! Her son Brent! Peeking around the doorframe, she was staring at her son Brent, stretched out beside the lovely, naked woman on the bed, her sister Angie! Her son was going to fuck his Aunt Angie!
Ellen's naked sister lay with her eyes closed,a dreamy look on her face while the boy's hands mauled her tits. Ellen could see blonde hair covering the mound of her cunt. The boy leaned over her and they got into some hot, passionate kissing.
Ellen felt her throat constrict and her blood pound in her temples. She had never expected to see anything like this, although her imagination had been full of similar scenes. Ellen's sister turned toward the boy beside her, unknowingly giving her sister Ellen a gorgeous full view of her bare ass.
Angie's solid, heart-shaped asscheeks rested on the bed and Ellen stared at them. She saw her son's hand move over them and give them a good feel. Then his arm tightened around his aunt and pulled her firmly against him. Ellen tried to imagine how he felt, having those luscious tits pressing on his chest.
She watched her son's hand on her sister's back slide down to her ass again. His fingers tightened on her pliant ass-flesh as he caressed it.
Angie suddenly lifted a leg, draping it over the boy's hip. Now from the doorway, Ellen could clearly see her sister's cunt beneath her ass. As she stared into that nest of blonde hair, she could see something else there. It was her son's busy fingers. That lucky boy of hers was wrapping his hand around his aunt's cunt and Ellen tried to imagine the sensation her son was experiencing.
While Ellen's son buried his face in the softness of his Aunt Angie's tits, his hand was busy on her pussy.
"Oh," Angie groaned. "Oh, Brent, darling, your finger feels so nice. You're getting me awfully hot."
The boy grinned at her. "You were plenty hot when we came in here, Aunt Angie!"
"Was I?" said Angie. "Well, I still am. What are you going to do about it?"
"I'm going to fuck you!"
"With this?"
Ellen saw Angie's hand reach for the boy's cock, her fingers close around the hugely erect shaft.
"Sure," replied the boy, his air of confidence quite apparent. "Unless you'd rather I'd keep my finger in your cunt."
"I love your finger in my cunt," said Angie, "but I love this bone-hard monster even more. God, you're hung like my husband and I always thought he was way above average."
Ellen's son laughed. "That's what you always tell me, nearly every time I fuck you."
"Well, I just can't get over a boy your age being so magnificently well hung," said Angie, moving her fingers up and down on his shaft, her thumb brushing over the swollen head. "And you use it so well. God, when you fuck me I'm in heaven."
"Your girls tell me the same thing," said Brent. "I guess they like it as much as you do."
Ellen heard her sister gasp. "The girls? Which ones?"
"All three of them," said Brent.
"You've fucked ... my three daughters?" Angie said, looking astounded.
"Sure have. I guess they take after their mother. They really love to fuck."
"I had no idea," said Angie. "And here Fve been so careful, not to let them find out about us."
"Well, you've done a pretty good job of that," said Brent, "considering all the times we've fucked, since you've been here. Boy, you sure like a lot of cock, Aunt Angie."
"I like a lot of yours," said Angie, kissing him hotly.
Suddenly she pushed the boy onto his back and crawled beside his hip. Her fingers still wrapped around his cock, held it steady as she lowered her face toward it.
This was too much for Ellen, the voyeur at the door. She barely had time to pull up her skirt, get her hand onto her cunt and give it a quick rub, before she soared into an orgasm.
The incredible scene she was peering at seemed to make her climax the most powerful one of her life. Ellen's head swam in a stormy sea of ecstasy, while her cunt felt like it was glowing with heat.
As her climax subsided, she was amazed that the two on the bed hadn't discovered her peeking. How could they have missed such an explosion, especially when she whimpered and moaned like she did. But if it had been her on the bed, sucking her son's cock, she could have missed an atomic bomb going off.
"Here it comes, Aunt Angie! You're going to get a mouthful! Aaagh!"
When Ellen could see straight again, she realized that she had missed one of the high points of the show doing on in the bedroom. Angie lifted her head from the boy's prick she'd been sucking on and rolled onto her back with her legs wide apart.
Ellen's son was staring at his bone-hard prick in happy amazement.
"Hey, you're really something, Aunt Angie. You suck me off, then bring my cock right back up as stiff as it was before!"
"Do it to me, lover," she panted. "Give me your prick, all of it. Right up in my cunt as far as you can shove it."
The boy grinned at her as he climbed over her. "Gosh, you sure can take it, Aunt Angie. This is the fourth time today I've fucked you!"
"Yes, and the others may be back soon, so give me a good hard fuck, before they get here," said Angie breathlessly. "God, we may never get this good a chance again."
"We haven't done bad so far," said Ellen's son. "It's really funny how often we've been able to fuck, without getting caught at it."
"We've been lucky," agreed Angie.
"I sure was," said Brent. "Wow, I sure didn't expect to get my prick into your cunt, the very first day you were here!"
Angie laughed. "I fell in love with you the moment I saw you. I just couldn't resist you."
"You sure loved my prick, when you hauled it out of my pants."
"And damned near got caught by my sister, while we were doing it standing up in the laundry room," said Angie.
The startling revelations Ellen was hearing as she stood by the door, made her head spin. Then her attention was taken up by the sight of her son's ass rising and falling, and the writhing twisting movements of Angie's ass as she helped him to get it in.
"God, Aunt Angie," the boy groaned excitedly. "Your cunt is as tight as Mom's!"
Ellen saw the startled look on Angie's face.
"You-fuck your mother?" she gasped.
"Well . . ." the boy said, his voice stammering. "I guess it's okay now if you know it. Sure. Mom and I fucked for nearly a whole year, up to the time you folks came here. Every night and every morning, and soon as I got home from school in the afternoons. On Saturdays and Sundays, we fucked every time we felt like it."
"My God!" exclaimed Angie. "Then Ellen is just as hot and sexy as she was when she was a teenager. I thought she'd become kind of strait-laced during her married years."
"Not Mom!" said Brent.
Angie laughed. "Oh, she and I are going to have lots to talk about now. It'll be like old times. Come on now, Brent! You're fucking me, remember?"
At the doorway, holding her skirt high, Ellen slipped her hand inside her panties, unable to resist playing with her cunt while she watched her son and her sister, fucking furiously on the bed.
It wasn't long until Brent was holding his Aunt Angie's ass up off the bed, so that she was resting on her shoulders and head. In that position her full firm tits sagged toward her shoulders and jiggled madly. Then he pounded his prick into her like he was never going to have another chance at her. They were both bouncing on the bed so energetically the springs sang along with their cries of pleasure.
"Ah," Angie cried out, grunting with each blow he gave her. "Give it to me, you incest-loving young bastard! You cousin-fucker! Mother fucker!"
"Aunt Angie-fucker!" Brent finished for her.
Ellen was teasing her cunt furiously. The tingling sensation of her last orgasm could still be felt. She was working hard to squeeze another climax from her aroused cunt. Harder and faster, her fingers moved. The ecstasy began to mount again.
" Darling! I'm coming!" Angie screamed.
"Ah!"
"Oh, Je-" Brent replied. "Aaagh!" The erotic sight of the two lovers rolling and bouncing on the bed, in the throes of their ecstasy, was all Ellen needed. She sailed into her second orgasm and even though she cried out in her pleasure, she had no worry that she'd be heard.
On the bed, Angie had thrown her arms out to the sides. Her legs kicked behind Brent's ass, and her head lashed from side to side. Piercing wails poured out of the room and into Ellen's ears. As she played with herself, she used all of the imaginative power she had to change places with her sister.
The fuckers' voices and movements reached a frantic pitch, then they collapsed. They lay there panting in bliss, while in the doorway, Ellen struggled to get herself calmed down.
She gave the two lovers on the bed a few moments to rest. Then she walked in on them.
"Ellen!" Angie shrieked.
"Mom!" Brent gasped.
The two of them on the bed, locked together in the aftermath of fucking, were too stunned to say more, or even move, as Ellen glared at them.
Then she removed her clothes.
Naked she got onto the bed and stretched out on her back, beside Angie and glared at her son.
"You're the moat unfaithful lover a woman could ever have," she said. "You've been having a ball, while I've been getting nothing from you. Now get the hell over here on top of me, or you're in big trouble. When your cock comes out of your Aunt Angle's cunt, it's better be bone-hard, because you have a lot to make up for!"
"Oh, Brent," Ellen groaned. "Give your mother a break. You haven't let me catch my breath once in the past hour."
"I thought I had to make up for what you missed," said her son.
"You do. But I didn't mean non-stop in one afternoon."
She glanced at her sister Angie who was lying beside her and trying not to laugh. She had watched everything that had gone on for the past hour between Ellen and her son. They had put on a thrilling show for her.
"Come on, Mom. Let me put it up your ass."
"Roll your Aunt Angie over and put your cock up her ass," said Ellen. "I'm content now to just watch for awhile."
Brent was easy to get along with. He grinned at her as he climbed off of her and grabbed his Aunt
Angie. Ellen's sister was quite cooperative, too. She flipped over on her stomach, got up on her knees and waved her ass invitingly at Ellen's son. Brent quickly locked onto it, with his two hands and his cock.
"Aaagh!" Angie bellowed. "Damn it kid, what's your hurry?"
"Oh. Sorry, Aunt Angie. You ail right?"
"Yes. I'm okay," Angie mumbled. "I was afraid you were going all the way to China on your first run."
Ellen couldn't help but laugh.
"What the hell's so funny?" came a booming voice from the doorway.
This time it was Paul, Angle's husband, who surprised them. Crowding into the room behind him, were his three teenage daughters.
"Oh, wow!" Exclaimed Pamela. "Look what's going on!"
"A party!" shrieked Carol. "Look! Brent has his prick up Mom's ass!"
Dorie crowded in by the side of the bed for a closer inspection. "Hey, that's neat. Just like Brent did it tome!"
"When did he ever do that to you?" Carol demanded.
"In the three weeks that we've been here," said Dorie. "More times than I've kept track of."
"He's never put it up my ass," Carol pouted.
"You never let him take it out of your mouth long enough for him to put it anywhere else," said Pamela, having to put her two cents worth in.
While Angie and Brent were at a loss for words, Ellen looked up at Paul and gave him a warm, loving smile. "You've been gone for quite a while, Paul. Which of your daughters were you fucking on a back country road this time?"
"You-you know?"
Paul looked a little shaken, not expecting that Ellen would blab about him and his daughters in front of his wife, Angie.
It finally sank though to Angie what Ellen was getting at. Pulling her face out of the pillow, where she had buried it like an ostrich when she heard her husband's voice, she looked at Ellen questioningly. She seemed oblivious just now to the fact that Brent was hanging onto her hips, with his cock thrust up to his balls in her asshole.
"What dc you mean, Ellen? Has he-?"
"Oh, I thought you knew," said Ellen sweetly. "He mentioned it to me one afternoon, while he was fucking me."
"You and my husband-have fucked?" said Angie, her voice rising.
"Yes," said Ellen. "If it hadn't been for your darling husband, I wouldn't have been fucked at all during these past three weeks, thanks to you and your daughters taking up all of my son's time."
"I don't believe all this," muttered Angie.
"If you don't believe it from where you are," said Ellen, "you should see yourself from here. If you're trying to shock your husband, I think you're succeeding. I'm a little shocked myself."
"Make the girls leave the room," said Angie, "so I can get your son off me and make myself presentable."
"Leave the room, girls," said Ellen, not sounding at all convincing.
"Like hell we will," said Pamela. "This is too good to miss."
"Yeah. I've never seen a guy fuck a woman up the ass before," said Carol.
"You've never seen a man and a woman fuck, period," Pamela told her.
"I did so!" said Carol defiantly. "I saw Brent fucking you on the couch the other morning, when you thought everybody was still upstairs in bed."
"You little snoop!" shrieked Pamela.
"And I saw him fuck you a couple of times before that, too. Want me to tell you when?"
"No!"
"I've never seen Mom getting fucked at all, until now," said Dorie.
"She doesn't look very happy about it," said Carol.
"That's because she's shy," said Pamela. "She has an audience now and she's having stage fright."
"Some stage," said Dorie.
"They'd be a sensation at the Palladium," said Carol.
"What's the matter, Paul?" said Ellen, smiling up at him. "At a loss for words? You didn't tell us yet, which one of the girls you fucked in the car this afternoon."
"Well, I-"
"It was me," said Pamela.
Ellen opened her legs and smiled invitingly at Paul. "Why don't you take off your clothes and stay awhile?"
"Yes, Dad," chimed in Pamela with enthusiasm. "Strip off and get on top of Aunt Ellen."
He couldn't get his clothes off fast enough to suit the girls. They practically ripped them off his back.
"Oh, wow!" exclaimed Carol, when she saw her father naked. "Look at the size of Dad's cock!"
"I guess he really wants Aunt Ellen bad," said Dorie.
"Poor Aunt Ellen," said Carol. "Is she ever going to get it now."
"Don't worry," said Pamela. "Dad's cock has been there before."
Ellen held out her arms invitingly as Paul climbed between her thighs. Her legs were already parted in anticipation. She spread them wider.
"Come to me, lover," Ellen murmured. "Give me your cock. Put it in my cunt."
"In here?" asked Paul, slipping about four inches in out of sight.
"Oh, yes!" Ellen cried out. She reached up and pulled him down on top of her, kissing him fiercely.
"I think Aunt Ellen is really hot for Dad's cock," said Carol, observing them closely.
"Isn't that the truth," agreed Doric
"Oh, you big handsome brute," Ellen babbled, covering his face with hot, eager kisses, oblivious to her sister Angie and her son alongside them. "I love your big wonderful cock! I love you!"
"Oh, baby," Paul panted. "I've had a hot thing for you for a long time."
"Me too, lover," said Ellen, breathing hard. "If you weren't married to my sister, I'd grab onto you for my very own and fuck you to death."
"What a way to go . . ."
"It might take forty years, but wouldn't it be fun?" Ellen said, laughing happily.
Paul poked his prick further into her and they began their ride to wild sensational rapture.
"I think the girls are getting quite an eyeful," panted Ellen.
"It'll further their education," grunted Paul.
The hot lips of Ellen's cunt wrapped around his thrusting prick and they rocked on the mattress alongside Angie and Ellen's son, in a wild and wonderful crazy rhythm.
Panting and gasping, they twisted, ground, reached and thrust on the tottering edge of bliss, holding onto that nerve-dazzling splendor of naked, greedy lust.
"Oh, your prick feels so good . . ."
"I love your hot pussy . . ."
In the meantime, the activity on the bed alongside Ellen and Paul, became more frantic. Carol noticed it and dashed to the other side of the bed.
"Look!" she exclaimed. "Brent is sweating and getting red in the face. I think he's about to shoot his load up Mom's ass!"
Dorie and Pamela quickly joined her.
"You're right," said Pamela. "That's what he always looks like, when he's about to shoot his load into my cunt."
"Me, too," agreed Dorie.
"When he shoots off into me," said Carol, "I'm too busy to notice what he looks like."
"Aaaggghhh," groaned Brent, driving his loins into Angle's upturned ass.
"Help him," said Pamela.
"How?" asked Dorie.
"Tickle his balls."
"No. I'd rather lick them," said Carol, bringing her head in close between Brent's legs.
"You put your head down in there," Pamela warned, "and you're apt to get it wrung like a chicken."
"Yeah," said Dorie. "When they go off, they might clamp their legs shut and that would be the end of you." Carol tickled his balls instead.
"Aaagh!"
The girls watched wide-eyed as Brent pumped his fluids into their mother's ass. Suddenly he went limp on top of her and his weight carried her down onto the bed on her stomach. They lay there panting and gasping, while Ellen and Paul beside them, were really getting into it.
Finally Brent pulled his cock out of Angle's ass and rolled off the bed.
"Hey, where you going, Brent?" asked Dorie. "To take a shower ..." said Brent. "I'll go with you," said Pamela, "and help you wash off your sexy smell."
"I can manage . . ." said Brent, heading for the bedroom door.
"Hey! Wait up!" said Pamela, frantically pulling her clothes off and dashing nakedly after him. "What's the matter? Does it embarrass you to have a girl see your shitty cock?"
After a while, when the action on the bed began to simmer down a little, Carol wandered out of the bedroom and into the bathroom, to see if she was missing anything. In a moment, she dashed back into the bedroom.
"Hey, Dorie! Come on and see what's going on in the bathroom. Brent is fucking Pamela in the shower!"
But Dorie didn't seem to be interested. She had stripped herself naked and was climbing oh top of her mother, into her outstretched inviting arms. Soon they were hugging and kissing, while rubbing their pussies together.
Carol stripped naked, then stood there as though undecided which way to go. Finally, she made up her mind and hurried into the bathroom, then into the shower with Brent and Pamela.