Chapter 9
Paul had been banging away at Gloria for about twenty minutes when Max Hatke discovered what a luscious piece of nooky he had under him and he wanted some of it. Max lasted about the same length of time and then Joe Warner was waiting his turn. After him came Clyde Ulmer.
In the meantime, Emily's son Michael rolled off of her and whether Mrs. Cotter was fully aware of it or not, she took on Max, Joe, Paul and Clyde, one after the other.
After Ellen and Angie helped Mrs. Cotter and Gloria to their feet, Ellen called her son over.
"Brent, be a dear and take them upstairs to the bathroom. They could use a warm refreshing shower."
Brent's nose wrinkled. "Boy, you're not kidding!" he said ungallantly.
She watched her son take the Cotter ladies up the stairs, an arm around each one. Fortunately both mother and daughter were quite capable of walking, because Brent was doing more feeling than helping.
Ten minutes later, she decided she'd better go up to the bathroom and check on what was going on, since her son hadn't come right back down again.
When she got there she found that all three were in the shower stall, which was just about what she had expected. Ellen decided the party could get along without her for a while again and showed the three in the shower that the shower stall could accomodate a fourth. Besides, how could she see what was going on if she didn't get right in there with them?
What was taking place was plenty, Gloria was coating Brent with a thick, creamy lather from his neck to his ass, when she wasn't busy hugging and kissing him. Mrs. Cotter was bending over and Brent, his cock slippery with soap, was getting it up
Emily's ass without any trouble at all.
"You'll have to wait your turn, Mom," said Brent grinning at her. "Gloria wants it up her ass next!"
Another hour passed before Ellen came down the stairs accompanied by her son, Emily Cotter and Gloria. Ellen was all smiles. Her darling son hadn't r^glected her, after he finished \/ith Gloria's ass. All four of them smelled clean and fresh and for the first time that night, Ellen's son's cock wasn't standing up like a flagpole.
Shortly after they began to mingle with the other guests, the door chimes sounded. This time Ellen was accompanied by Eva and Dorie when she answered it.
"Good evening, or should I say good morning, since it will be daybreak before too long. I'm Earl Cotter," said the man standing there, who was quite a few years older than Emily Cotter.
"It is rather late, isn't it?" said Ellen.
"It was already quite late, when my son and daughter slipped over here without my knowing it, because of some foolishness or other," said Mr. Cotter. "Over two hours later, they still weren't back, so my wife came over to find out why. And she never came back. I fell asieep in the Laz-E-Boy, or I'd have been over here before this. Now just what in the hell is going on?"
Ellen was a little taken aback. Here she was, standing in front of him with Eva Warner and Dorie Todd close beside her, all three of them stark naked, and Mr. Cotter didn't seem to notice. Then she realized that Mr. Cotter wasn't wearing his glasses.
"Come in, Mr. Cotter," said Ellen sweetly. "Your wife and teenagers are having so much fun, they just lost track of the time."
"This is no hour to be having fun," said Mr. Cotter irritably. "It's time for respectable people to be in bed!"
"Oh, some of us have been in bed," Ellen assured him.
Without further comment, three naked girls grabbed him and pulled him inside. In the living room where the light was better, he recognized one gorgeous creature as Eva Warner. The other was Dorie Todd who was staying at this house. The third attractive woman, he saw was Ellen Harden, the divorcee his wife Emily had told him a few things about.
"My God!" Mr. Cotter gasped. "The three of you are naked! In fact-everybody is naked!"
"Including you, dear," said Ellen, "in about five seconds."
In less time than that, the girls had him stripped and he couldn't help revealing that he had a raging hard-on.
"Ohhhhhh," exclaimed Ellen. "If you'd shown that to your wife earlier in the evening, she wouldn't have come over here."
"Isn't it gorgeous?" said Angie who had helped to undress him. "From the way your wife has been humping during the past hour or so, I thought she never got any at home."
"Perhaps she doesn't," said Ellen. "Maybe this is just for show."
"You mean-?"
"Sure. Like an antique automobile that's freshly painted but never driven anywhere. Because it's too valuable."
"I don't care how big and hard a prick is," said Angie. "If it doesn't do what it's supposed to, it has no value, as far as I'm concerned."
"What did you say about my wife?" Mr. Cotter cut in. "She was ... what?"
"The same thing your son and daughter have been doing," replied Angie, "even to each other. God, that wife of yours is sure a ball of fire, once she gets started. No wonder you look all burned out."
Ellen wrapped her fingers around Mr. Cotter's cock and held it like it was hers and nobody was going to take it away from her. Angie and the others drifted off, leaving him with Ellen, still holding him by his cock.
Louise Ulmer came over and said a few words of greeting to Mr. Cotter, who's wife's sister was married to Louise's half-brother. She placed a glass in his hand, then was turned around by Ellen's son Brent who got her down on her knees and thrust his prick into her mouth. Mr. Cotter gulped down his drink, even though it was a tall tumbler of straight scotch. The occasion called for it.
As soon as the booze took effect, he relaxed a bit and began to appreciate this beautiful woman he was with, who's fingers lovingly caressed his prick. He fondled her tits and played with her well-curved ass, then began kissing her and hugging her.
"Is-is there someplace where we can be by ourselves?" he asked her in a low voice.
"Why?" asked Ellen. "Do you want to fuck me?"
"Well . . . yes!"
"Very well," said Ellen with an engaging smile. "I'll take you upstairs to my bedroom and you can fuck me. But I want to suck your cock first. Let's go over in the corner here, where we'll be out of people's way."
Steering him into the corner, Ellen went down on her knees in front of him and took his cock in her mouth.
"Mmmmmmm, your prick tastes really nice. I wish they all tasted this good."
"Ohhhhhh," Mr. Cotter groaned as Ellen went to work on him. "Have you been doing this long? You're very good at it."
"Well, I really got into it after my divorce and my son started sleeping with me," said Ellen. "That's when I began sucking his prick. He loves it and I do it to him a lot."
"Your son?" gasped Mr. Cotter.
"Sure. I wouldn't suck just anybody's cock."
His attention was momentarily diverted when Louise Ulmer came over close to where they were and bent over, supporting herself on the arm of an easy chair. Mr. Cotter had a clear view of her delectable asshole and her enticing pussy. Then Brent, having survived the quick blow job she had given him, grabbed her by the hips and put his prick up her ass.
"That's my son Brent," said Ellen proudly.
"Really?" said the shocked gentleman. "And that's Louise Ulmer. What if her husband Clyde were to see her like that?"
"Well, Clyde's pretty busy right now."
"Doing what?"
"He's in the kitchen, fucking your daughter Gloria. He's got her perched on the edge of the table."
"My daughter?" Mr. Cotter almost shouted.
"But she's innocent!"
"She sure didn't look innocent while her brother was fucking her," said Ellen, "after my son fucked her."
"My God!"
"Mmmmmm . . . Oh, Mr. Cotter, you have a real nice prick."
"I hope it isn't too big for you."
"Oh, God, no. It isn't nearly as big as my son's. After sucking his, yours is a cinch."
That really blew Mr. Cotter's mind. He just wasn't ready for incest.
"You haven't . . . really sucked your son's prick, have you?"
"Of course I have."
"But that's absolutely indecent! It's not natural!"
"Well, my son sure likes it."
"W-what else have you done with your son, if I'm not being too nosy?"
"Well, when we're in bed at night, we fuck like crazy, before we go to sleep. Sometimes we fuck most of the night."
"I suppose your son fucks the- others, too?"
"My sister and her three daughters? Oh, gosh, yes. He does it to them all the time. Quite often he sleeps with my sister or one of her girls. That's on the nights when I have my sister's husband in bed with me."
"Disgusting! That's what it is!"
"Come on now, Mr. Cotter. Haven't you ever fucked your daughter Gloria?"
"Never! I wouldn't dream of it!"
"That's a shame," said Ellen. "Your girl would really enjoy a nice prick like this, but she can't have it. Just because you're her father."
Shocked by the revelations of Ellen's obscene conduct with her son and her brother-in-law, Mr. Cotter chanced to catch sight of something far worse. It was going on less than six feet away from him. Right there, in full view of everyone, his wife Emily was sprawled on the floor and her son Michael was on top of her, fucking her.
"Emily!" roared Mr. Cotter. "Why are you letting our son do such a terrible thing? Why?"
"Because he Wants to, that's why! And because I've never had it this good in all the time I've been married to you. My son fucks me like the boys did when I was a girl, and the way Uncle Harvey fucked me up to the time I got married. Thank God I won't have to go back to getting it once a month again, not as long as I have my son!"
Emily dug her fingers into her son's humping ass and bounced him all over in the wild frenzy of her orgasm.
When it was over and they had caught their breath, the boy gasped out, "God, Mom, you're even a better fuck than my sister Gloria!"
That's when Earl Cotter pulled his prick out of Ellen's mouth, staggered back and had his heart attack.
An ambulance was called and the guests scurried about trying to find their clothes, so they could get dressed and look dignified and respectable when the medics came for the stricken man. Those who couldn't find their clothes in time, hid upstairs in the bedrooms until the ambulance took Mr. Cotter away and the police who took down notes, finally left.
It was Ellen's quick thinking that saved the day. Knowing they couldn't get Mr. Cotter's clothes back on him in his condition, she grabbed her brother-in-law Paul's dressing robe and slippers out of his closet and they put those on him. The police were told he knocked on their door where his wife, son and daughter were visiting. He wanted to tell them that he wasn't feeling well.
At the breakfast table a few hours later, after all the guests had departed, Ellen and the others were tired but happy, and pleased that Mr. Cotter's condition wasn't serious.
"It served as a warning that he had a problem and has to do something about it," said Paul. "Now he'll have to quit working his ass off to make another million, which goes to Internal Revenue anyway."
"He should have done that years ago," said Ellen. "Emily would have been a lot happier."
"Yeah. Her pussy wouldn't have been so neglected," said Brent, "Well it sure isn't neglected now," said Dorie to Brent. "Not the way you went at her last night."
Brent shrugged and grinned. "Her son will be giving her all she wants now."
"Bullshit," replied Dorie. "You'll be getting into her pussy as much as he will. I heard you and her making plans. Anytime one of us wants to get fucked now, we'll have to go over there and drag you off of Emily or her daughter Gloria."
Ellen and the others laughed.
"That sure was some party," said Angie, grinning at Ellen. "The problem now is, what will you do for an encore?"
"Isn't it nice that Brent and Pamela got over their hurt feelings and are back to being lovey-dovey again?" said Angie to Ellen.
"God, weren't they something that night at the party?" said Ellen, laughing. "They've been up in his room most of the day now, doing you know what."
"They'll be leaving for college before long and they've got their plans all made," said Angie. "They're going to the same college so they can be together and instead of living on campus, they're going to get an apartment and shack up together."
Ellen laughed again. "Weren't they surprised when we agreed to it, and will even pay the rent for them?"
"They'll still have their problems," said Angie. "Brent won't be around all that campus pussy without getting a good share of it. And just wait until Pamela meets those college studs and they get her really hot between her legs. She isn't going to -pass any of that up, either."
That night in Ellen's king-size bed, Ellen and Angie cuddled up to Paul, who was in the middle.
"I'm so happy you two have forgotten that house hunting shit and agreed to stay here," said Ellen.
"Why not?" said Paul. "Angie and the girls don't want to leave you. And I sure as hell don't. This is what we want. But we thought we were imposing."
"How could you think that? You pay more than your share. We're a family. And you're my lover, thanks to my darling sister's generous nature."
"It's no big deal," said Angie, grinning at her.
"One woman can't hold him. It'll take both our pussies to keep this cunt-hound at home."