Chapter 6
During the next week Ivy was unable to control her passion for young boys-she screwed Jimmy, their newspaper boy. The boy had come to collect and she had answered the door wrapped in a bath towel. One thing led to another and she had his cock out of his pants to give him a blow-job. She then had him eat her cunt and fuck her in the ass. And after it was over she didn't feel guilty, only satisfied. But she knew that too much of this sort of thing could get her in trouble, so she was glad when her mother returned home.
Her father kept bugging Ivy to get her mother in on their incestuous affair. He said that he and Eve had a plan to get his wife into a compromising position so she could be drawn into their encounters without too much guilt. Ivy was told the plan.
That night in their bedroom, John and Amy Crane were preparing for bed. Ivy and Eve were stationed just outside the bedroom door. The plan was for them to walk in on their parents while they were in the middle of a fuck. Both girls were excited.
John Crane moved near to his lovely wife who was seated at her vanity, brushing out her long blonde tresses. Amy was naked and he could see her nakedness reflected in the mirror. For the first time in his life he marveled at how much Amy and Ivy looked alike. It was uncanny-as if they were twins. Even Amy's age didn't detract from the likeness. In fact, they even fucked the same, he mused.
Holding his erected prick in his fingers, he pointed it at his wife. "Your first night back and look what you're doing to me," he told her.
Speaking to his reflection in the mirror, Amy said, "You're a dirty old man, John."
"What do you plan to do about it?" he asked.
"Hmmm," she mumbled, drawing the bristles of the brush through her hair. "Perhaps I'll suck it, maybe fuck it. Or perhaps I'll cut the damn thing off," she threatened.
"Hey, the first two are great, but the third one scares me," he laughed.
Still playing her little game, Amy said, "Since it is 'be kind to your husband week', I'll suck the beast for you."
"Great!" John said.
"We dutiful wives have to play the slave sometimes," she chuckled, placing her brush down and turning to face the naked man.
"Well, slave, come and suck my whang."
"Oh good, I just adore Chinese food," she said, getting up and moving into his embrace. They kissed passionately. Amy gripped his stiff prick in her fist.
Outside the bedroom door, Ivy asked, "Now?"
"Not yet," Eve whispered to Ivy. "Let's wait until they're really into it."
John Crane placed his hands upon his wife's smooth shoulders, broke their kiss, and began forcing her to her knees. "A dutiful wife should always adopt the proper role," he breathed down at Amy. In his mind, Amy had become Ivy, then they became one-superimposed upon one another-then the woman at his feet was his wife once more. His response to his wife was intense, as if he were going to have them both suck on his cock.
"He is lovely," Amy said as she fondled his fully erect prick. "I haven't seen him in a week; I've missed him." She rolled his prick between her palms, closed her eyes and kissed the head of his dick.
"She's not bad," Eve whispered to Ivy. "Yeah," Ivy agreed.
Back inside the bedroom, Amy was now running her pink tongue back and forth over the length of her husband's cock. When she came back to the head of his organ she let her lips slip around the thick head of his surging prick. "Hmmm, good," Amy moaned around the thick flesh-pole which was rapidly filling her mouth.
John tilted his head upward and closed his eyes to allow himself time to enjoy the wet sensuous lips of his wife's mouth. She made his prick tingle, made him want to empty his juice into her immediately. He nearly came when her mouth began moving liquidly back and forth over him. He wanted to linger, but his throbbing cock demanded release.
Her warm and silky mouth tantalized his cock, causing him to tremble with his building need.
Amy liked the way his thick meat pulsed against her cheeks and tongue; she enjoyed giving head to her husband. She could never understand why some women found oral sex repulsive. For her, sucking was the easiest way to arouse John. She had seen some X-rated movies where gorgeous women had to spend loads of time sucking a man up. And Amy was turned on by the idea of having a cock grow hard and stiff in her mouth. She thrived on the way the cock threatened to explode at any moment. She thrilled to the thought that she would get a mouthful of viscous come.
Even after twenty-six years of marriage and thousands of fucks, Amy still enjoyed sex with her husband. She still could not get enough of his prick.
John was beginning to fuck Amy's mouth. He was finding the entrance to her throat with the hot head of his cock. Amy had always enjoyed this trace of sadism in John. She wasn't interested in cruelty, but this little fillip was part of their lives. This small taste of violence told her that John was her master. They weren't into ritualistic whipping or anything like that, but Amy knew her place in relationship to John. She liked it this way.
Amy let her hands roam up her husband's strong thighs; she let her fingers knead his taut ass cheeks while he sought entrance to her throat with the head of his vibrating prick. Her fingers found the hot cleft of his ass and probed through the hairy furrow. She knew he liked to have his ass touched, had learned it early in her marriage and had always catered to his need..
Like a well-oiled enema nozzle, her index finger slipped up into his hot asshole.
"Unnhhhhh," he moaned.
She felt his cock surge and swell when her finger had entered his behind. And as she fucked her finger up and down in his juicy backside, he fucked her mouth with his jerking cock. They both humped and pumped. Throaty moans and groans echoed off the bedroom walls. Uninhibited, animalistic behavior prevailed. The straining couple was lost to the world, they were lost in themselves, in their feelings, in their private fantasies.
The two females stationed outside the bedroom door heard their mother squeal, saw her cheeks puff out, and watched milky semen flow from the corners of her lips and down her chin. They watched their frantic mother gobble down their father's tasty sperm. Just then they decided to enter the room. They both stood naked in the doorway, gawking lewdly at their prostrate mother.
Amy's eyes opened wide when she saw her daughters standing across the room. She quickly spat out her husband's shrinking cock. Flushing with total embarrassment, she got to her feet. I must appear to them like a tramp, she told herself.
Amy watched the two females sit down on the edge of her bed. "Hi," the girls said in unison.
Amy got the impression that nothing out of the ordinary had taken place.
"Mom, you were great," Eve said. "You're a hell of a lot better than Linda Lovelace."
Amy was too shocked to say anything to them. She couldn't understand their nonchalance. They just caught me on my knees sucking off their father and swallowing his come. Why are they taking it so lightly? she said to herself.
As if they could read her thoughts, the girls told her not to be ashamed. Amy cursed herself for being careless. In the past she'd always been careful to screen her sexual activities from her children, but now they were in the middle of them.
"Darling, this was a set up," John told his perplexed wife.
Amy eyed the man in disbelief. "What?" she croaked.
"He's telling the truth, mom," Ivy chimed in.
Amy faced her eldest daughter, wondered what they were talking about.
John explained to Amy about his relationship with both of his daughters.
Amy was flabbergasted, knew he had to be joking. "Are you all crazy? You could go to jail."
Who's going to press charges? he asked, while smiling devilishly.
"We want you to join us," Eve told her mother.
"You're all nuts," Amy told them.
"Don't get uptight, mother, it's only sex," Eve said.
Only sex, Amy thought, what else is there? She wondered how the girl had come to think so little of sex, yet had committed incest. Why? she asked herself. I'm not uptight, it's just that I can't believe this whole thing. Mothers and fathers just don't go jumping into bed with their daughters just because the daughters want them to.
"Time for action," Eve said.
When Eve and Ivy stood up, Amy found her gaze moving from crotch to crotch. She found herself mentally comparing both pussies. Seeing Ivy's patch was like seeing her own. Both girls were sexually attractive, Amy had to admit.
"Model for us, mother," Eve said.
Blushing profusely, Amy crossed her bosom with one arm and covered her cunt with the other hand.
"Stop acting like a child, honey," John told his wife. "Let the girls see you."
As her mother warmed to the task and showed them her body, Ivy, too, became uncomfortably aware of the uncanny resemblance between herself and her mother. She also identified with her mother's reluctance. Ivy pushed Eve toward the modeling woman. "Kiss her," she said.
"Oh, mommy," Eve blurted and embraced the startled woman.
At first Amy tried to pull free of the teenager's kiss but the girl's arms formed a tight cage around her torso. Eve's grip grew stronger as Amy tried to struggle free. Amy found herself giving in to the kiss. She had kissed Eve a thousand times before this, yet never like this. And much to her dismay her unsatisfied body was responding sexually to the wanton kiss. She felt her nipples stiffen and push into Eve's chest; she even felt her leaking cunt juice beginning to trickle down her thigh. Amy was startled and confused by her reactions to her daughter's embrace.
Eve's naughty hand dipped between their bodies and found her mother's excited pussy.
Oh no! Amy said to herself. My own daughter is fingering my twat.
Ivy joined the twosome and began kissing the nape of her mother's neck. She kissed down the quivering woman's back, licking at the nicely rounded shoulder blades, kissing and licking the smooth skin of her mother's back, wanting to show her mother how good she was at loving another woman.
Eve broke the kiss and gobbled one of her mother's large puffy tits into her mouth. She sucked at the tit as if she expected milk to flow from it.
In resignation, Amy tossed her head backward and abandoned her body to the sweet caresses. Her body was in a sexual turmoil. "Mmmmm," she moaned as the mouth sucked at her tit, as the fingers tickled her twat, and as Ivy's mouth kissed her back.
Amy felt disappointed when Eve's mouth left her tit and began kissing down the front of her body. The girl's tongue dipped into Amy's navel, played for a few seconds and moved on. At the same time Amy felt Ivy's mouth kissing down her spine.
Next, Amy's groaning mouth was being kissed by her husband. She was now being assaulted by all three of them. Amy felt like a queen, had never known such sensuous delight before. And when she felt Ivy's tongue licking through the cleft of her ass, she nearly fainted; she was glad she had just bathed a little while ago. When Ivy's fresh tongue licked over her asshole, Amy lost her composure altogether. Her body jerked back with lust, she gasped into her husband's mouth. She felt weak, her knees buckled and she nearly fell to the floor. But her three attackers picked her up and laid her on the bed.
"Oh my God!" Amy wailed. The whole thing was too sexy to end. She needed more.
The two girls posed their mother in a semi-kneeling position because they knew their father wanted the woman's tail hole.
Regaining her senses once again, Amy became aware of what John had in mind. "No, honey, please."
Ignoring his wife's plea, John climbed up on the bed and knelt behind his wife's ample backside. He had Ivy give him a slow hand-job until his cock grew erect, then he had Ivy guide his prick between the cheeks of his wife's ass until the tip came to a halt against her hot hole. Without any lubrication, except the saliva which remained after Ivy's brief tonguing, he began trying to enter Amy's behind.
Prone, helpless, Amy waited to be impaled on her husband's spear-like cock. She groaned and grunted as he lunged against her several times, but her hole was too tight, she was too nervous.
With child-like interest, Ivy watched her father's pole stab at her mother's hole. She watched the swollen head push into her mother's asshole and then be ejected. Ivy caressed her mother's body to help the frightened woman to relax. Then she saw the cock enter her mother's bottom, heard her mother let out a heavy grunt, and watched the long prick begin to slide liquidly into the up-turned behind.
"Uhhnn, honey ... I feel so full," Amy groaned back at her husband.
Ivy understood what her mother was feeling. She, too, had felt the same fullness in her ass when her father had buggered her bottom. It was a great turn-on to be in the prone position, being at the mercy of her lover. Being at the man's disposal sparked Ivy's erotic fires. Right now Ivy envied her mother. She contented herself with her mother's full tits. Seeing her mother's tits convinced Ivy that she would still have a great set of tits when she got to be her mother's age.
Ivy watched her mother begin to work with her husband instead of against him. She watched the way her father buffeted her mother's ass with his belly and crotch. She heard her mother cry and moan, watched her writhe and undulate her ass against the man's body. She now knew that this incestuous group had a new convert. Ivy felt her mother's body shudder through a deep and intense orgasm.
Without allowing the woman time to rest, Ivy and Eve attacked their satiated mother. Ivy moved to her mother's pussy and abandoned the woman's tits to Eve. The two girls brought their mother to the summit of her arousal once again. This time, as their mother was coming, their father shoved his newly erected cock in her mouth and fucked the woman's orifice until he flooded it with his sperm. The three of them then sat on the bed and watched the woman gulp down her meal.