Chapter 1
"Tommy - I need you to run an errand for me," Beverley Reeves said, walking into the front room where her eighteen-year-old son was browsing through a sports magazine.
"Aw, Mom - I'm busy," the boy grumbled.
Beverley stamped her foot impatiently, annoyed by her son's indolent attitude. When the redhead stamped a foot, her big tits jiggled heavily in her blouse. She was a tall, pretty, auburn-haired woman with an hourglass figure.
"Young man!" she said, in a threatening tone.
Tommy looked sullenly up from his magazine.
He was a good-looking, lean, sandy-haired youth. And when he saw his mother's tits bouncing, a glint of emotion, instantly concealed, showed in his eyes. "Yeah? What?" he muttered. "I want you to take this book over to your Aunt Sarah's house. I promised to lend it to her. You can take your bike and be there and back in a few minutes."
"Okay, Mom," Tommy said cheerfully. Beverley was surprised. It was seldom that the lazy lad showed such willingness, and the change in his attitude had come about so abruptly. When he stood up, she was surprised again. Tommy's jeans were tight, and his mother noticed a very prominent cock-bulge in the crotch.
Handing him the book, she tried not to look down at his swollen groin - and Tommy, for his part, tried not to stare at her gorgeous tits. He took the book and left the room. Beverley stood there, bemused. When the boy had found out the destination of his errand, he had seemed. damned near happy to be of service - and he had started to get a hard-on, as well.
Did he have the hots for her sister?
The idea intrigued Beverley.
She knew that her younger sister was a tease who enjoyed turning men on by flaunting her sexy body. But would she be so naughty as to tempt her own teenage nephew?
Oh, that couldn't be - could it?
Beverley found the thought more fascinating than shocking - and it was making her horny to consider it. too. She never for a moment suspected that her sister might actually seduce the boy, but she could just imagine that Sarah might amuse herself by flashing a tantalizing glimpse of tit or giving him a chance to look up her skirt.
Beverley, who quite enjoyed the admiring gazes of men, herself, grinned. Her big nipples began to stiffen and stand out in twin peaks in her blouse, and her pussy had started to simmer between her thighs.
She felt like getting fucked.
Luckily, her husband was available.
She could hear the lawn mower from the back as he cut the grass. And she figured that Arnold would welcome a break from the gardening - especially a break in bed with his voluptuous and uninhibited wife.
But first she figured that she had better check to make sure that Honey, their young daughter, was not likely to disturb an afternoon session.
She went to the window and looked out.
Honey was sunbathing on the lawn, her delectable, nubile young body packed firmly into a very tiny bikini bathing suit. Her youthful tits almost spilled from the tiny halter and the bottom was a mere wisp of cloth stretched tightly across her loins.
Beverley gazed at the girl speculatively for a moment. She was wondering, as a mother might, if the girl was still cherry. She had lots of dates and certainly looked sexy enough.
But Beverley didn't really care.
An early starter, herself, she saw nothing wrong if her daughter was getting a bit of fucking.
Honey seemed quite comfortable and content, and Beverley knew that she was working diligently on getting a deep suntan.
She guessed that it would be all right to call Arnold in for a quick piece of ass.
She went to do so ...
Arnold Reeves was walking up and down behind the lawn mower, but his head was turned. He had been staring at his sexy daughter as she lay so languidly on the lawn. Although he was ashamed of it, Arnold couldn't help but get horny whenever he looked at the little nymphette.
His cock was semi-stiff at the moment.
As if the vibrations from the lawn mower were running from his arms down into his loins, his massive prick had begun to tingle as if shot through with an electric current.
Sometimes, while fucking his wife, he had really naughty fantasies about his daughter. It was shameful and made him feel guilty, but it was true.
At the end of the lawn, he turned and followed the mower back on a parallel strip, looking at the girl with his head turned the other way now. She seemed to be asleep, although he couldn't tell if her eyes were closed or not because she was wearing large sunglasses.
One knee was slightly raised and her slim, shapely thighs were parted. Her daddy looked right up into the vee of her crotch. The bottoms of her bikini were stretched tight as elastic across her pneumatic hips, and the narrow crotchband seemed to have worked its way up into her pussy - as if dragged in by suction.
Arnold could see a few curly wisps of cunt hair poking from the crotch and the indentation of her cunt gash in the tight material and, lower down, the garment was molded to her trim little ass like a second skin, sinking into the cleft between her asscheeks. The crotchband of her panties looked damp. But that could be only perspiration, Arnold told himself. Honey was an innocent youngster. Surely her little pussy wouldn't be wet with anything but sweat. Would it?
Still, a wet crotch was a wet crotch, and Arnold groaned and kept his gaze glued to her groin. His cock was becoming alarmingly hard and engorged, and the sexy sight was making his mouth water, as well.
He completed another row with the mower and turned again. His cock seemed to be humming as much as the lawn mower now, and it was sticking out in the front of his pants most embarrassingly.
He figured that if he were to open his fly and let his rampant prick out, he might be plowing furrows up the lane, as well as mowing it. Then his wife called to him. "Darling - isn't it about time that you took a break?" she called, from the back door.
Arnold started guiltily, very much aware of the swelling cock-bulge in his pants. But her tone of voice had been sultry and huskily suggestive, and he grinned. He knew Beverley very well. And when she used that tone of voice it meant that she wanted to get fucked.
And that gave him the absolutely perfect excuse for his hard-on. Her timing had been handy. Beverley might have gotten horny because she had noticed her son's well-packed crotch. But that was only appropriate - because the husband she had summoned to service her hot pussy was already stiff as a board because he had been staring at their little girl's bikini-clad loins.
He bent down - somewhat awkwardly because of the way his prick was swelling out his crotch - and turned off the mower. Then, grinning, he walked back towards the house.
Beverley was standing in the doorway and her eyebrows tilted up as she noticed the way her handsome husband's pants were bulging out.
It was evident that he was well hung - and that his impressive fucker was all set for action.
It pleased Beverley to believe that Arnold had gotten an instant hard-on the moment that she had called to him in her sultry, come-hither tone.
Little did she know.
Arnold approached with a sort of rolling gait, walking with his thighs almost bowed around his balls like a drunken sailor carrying his own ballast.
"What have we got here?" she giggled playfully, giving his cock-bulge a significant glance.
"Isn't it what you had in mind?" he replied.
"Oh - I think I can handle it," she said.
"Oh, you can handle it, if you like - for starters," Arnold responded, meaningfully.
Beverley had a hot cunt and a hungry mouth, and Arnold was not about to settle for a hand-job beyond the foreplay. But such a thought had never for a moment crossed Beverley's mind, either. The curvaceous woman was every bit as horny as her husband at the moment.
"Shall we go upstairs?" she suggested.
"Errr - Tommy?" he questioned.
"He's gone out, darling," Beverley said - not mentioning that the boy had gone with a hard-on which had, in turn, made her randy.
Beverley and Arnold went up to bed, hand in hand, both sharing secret thoughts that were remarkably similar. Arnold had every intention of pretending that he was fucking their daughter as he poured the prick to his wife - and Beverley was already exciting herself with all sorts of naughty, incestuous fantasies about their son.
Birds of a feather flocked together - and fucked together.
And, too, in mating, they had passed on the inclinations they shared to their offspring . . .
When Honey had heard her mother call out in that meaningful tone of voice, the girl grinned and her eyes had glinted behind her dark glasses.
She knew that tone as well as her daddy did.
She knew too, that her father was horny. She had been deliberately lying in a provocative position so that the man could look up into her vee. And she had even given her bikini bottoms a tug so that the crotchband was drawn into her pussy gash."
It wasn't sweat that had dampened her groin.
Honey loved to turn her father on and to feel his heated gaze move all over her nubile body.
Honey was horny as hell.
If she had basked much longer in her father's admiration, she thought that she would have cum in her bikini, spilling the girl-cum out without so much as touching herself - as if his eyes had frigged her off at a distance.
Now, hearing Beverley call out in that significant tone of husky desire, Honey was delighted.
Mom wants to get fucked, she thought.
And Honey was in for even more of a treat than taunting her father's eyes.
She gave them a few minutes to get to the bedroom, then hopped up and ran lightly to the house. Her plump tits were jiggling saucily in her halter, the nipples standing out in twin points in the cups. Her steamy pussy was squishing between her thighs at every lithe stride.
And her eyes were horny, too.
The naughty youngster went upstairs, barefoot and moving silently. She ducked into her own bedroom, which was adjacent to her parents' room. Honey had made a fascinating discovery some weeks before.
There was an air vent in the wall between the rooms, a mesh square to allow the warmth to circulate - and Honey had found that by removing the frame on her side of the all, she was able to look through the mesh on the other side - and had a perfect view of her parents' bed!
She loved to watch them fuck.
Now the girl pulled the frame down - she had left the screws loose to facilitate this whenever the opportunity to play the peeper arose - and she looked through the wire mesh into' the master bedroom. She had timed it just right. Grinning lasciviously, the girl jammed a hand down into her bikini bottoms. She was all set to frig herself off at the proper moment, and she settled down to enjoy the show from her ringside seat. . .