Chapter 6
Even though she was aware her mom knew about her and Bud, Amy still didn't have the balls to stroh up to Bud's room for a little of what her pussy was really craving.
"I don't have any balls at all." She giggled, rubbing the crotch of her panties. All she could feel was the crackle of her static-charged pussy-hair and the soft depression of her tight little cunt-slit. She put her hand inside the panties and caressed her hot young pussy-bun, until the hps opened like a hungry mouth to her fingers and sucked them inside for some deep exploration of her wettening cunt.
She'd gotten so goddamn hot in the woods today, spying on Mom, playing with Bud. Jesus, once he'd gotten his cock into her fucking pussy, she'd come three or four times! He'd screwed her almost senseless. The jism oozed out of her pussy, down the insides of her legs, like sticky milk. She could hear her cum-fihed pussy squishing with each step as she and Bud walked hand in hand back to the picnic table, and they'd tried to look so innocent and demure when Mom and Art got back.
So had Mom and Art, for that matter! As if the kids hadn't watched them fuck the living shit out of each other in the woods! As if the kids hadn't overheard all of Mom's hot confessional to Art. Amy sighed in resentment, knowing that Mom had begun sex even earlier than she had. She still felt as if she were an hour late and an orgasm or two behind time. I should have started earlier too, she thought-, resenting all the fucking she had missed by waiting.
Well, she'd get caught up soon, when she and Bud got together. But it was going to be more difficult tonight, for sure. Art had brought them back from the picnic, and he'd come inside for coffee, pie, and the Sunday night movie. And when he went to leave, his car wouldn't start. Or so he said. Amy suspected it was a sneaky trick he and Mom had cooked up so they could spend the night together without seeming to be improperly hot for each other's ass.
But she felt weird pussying around with Bud, with a stranger in the house-especially a stranger who already knew about it, and who looked at her with the knowledge obvious in his eyes. It made her feel shivery, seeing Art again after Mom had told him about her and Bud. Not creepy, just shivery. Like he was seeing her as a woman for the first time. She still wasn't ready to be so open about fucking Bud. The sneaking around was a lot of the fun. But they'd find a way, she and her big brother. If she knew Bud Robbins, he was lying up there in the dark right now, stroking a stiff prick and thinking about how sweet it would be to bury his bone in his kid sister's tight hot crack. Mmmm, that's what she was thinking about, anyway! Her fingers worked insistently on her pussy, spreading the hps, slipping inside to tease and stimulate the hot wet flesh within. Her clit began to harden vividly, and her heart jumped with each finger-stroke across the turgid clit.
"Oh, yes," she whispered in the darkness. "Soon it'll be time!"
Down the hall, in her own bedroom, Rachel Robbins was dozing fitfully. Even with the air conditioner on, it seemed a hotter than usual night. She drifted in and out of sleep, never sure when she was awake. It had been such a weird fucking weekend. God! Learning what her kids were up to, first of ail, and then the incredibly good fucking with Art in the woods. She could still feel his cock, half-soft inside her pussy, springing into mind-blowing erection as she shared her hot little secret with him. She closed her eyes, nodding into sleep, and she could feel Art's cock inside her again. Sighing as she dozed, she rehved the hot sensations.
Bud came down the stairs from his room, barefooted, wearing only his shorts. He stopped in the hallway, looking toward his sister's bedroom. Carefully he tiptoed to the ddor, peeked around. Amy was sound asleep, the cover down to her ankles. Her nightshirt was hanging on the back of her chair, and crumpled panties lay beside her legs. Her young body seemed to shimmer in the darkness. His cock was stiff inside his shorts, and he felt like sneaking in, crawling atop his young sister, and fucking her raw before she even had time to wake up.
But his eyes kept turning to the left, and he stared at his mom's bedroom door. Jesus, did he dare? What if she was awake? What if Art was in there with her? But he'd hstened, and he hadn't heard any sounds that might be Art coming up to join Mom. She could be downstairs with him. Only one way to find out. If she was in there, awake, he'd have to come up with some sort of excuse, but what the fuck? He went to Rachel's door and opened it softly.
Mom was lying on her bed, wearing a thin nightie. Moonlight came through the window and cast her body into vivid rehef. The shape of her was obvious, as if she were lying there totally naked. It didn't take much imagination to visualize her naked. He'd gotten a great look at her in the woods this afternoon, while she was fucking Art. Bud reached down and squeezed his hard cock. The desire, the urge, the need had been with him for hours. The boy crept to his mother's bed and eased himself onto it, beside her. He snuggled close, and his hands made instinctively for her tits, where they moved gently with the rhythm of her sleep-breath.
He touched the tits, lightly, with just the tips of his fingers. Her nipples were stiff under the thin nylon of her nightie. He heard her sigh as his fingertips brushed them. He sighed, too!
Gently his palms covered the mounds of his mother's tits, and he gave her a careful squeeze. Jesus, they were so big! Really firm, but he knew they would jiggle madly when she was in a fuck-frenzy. He was aching to see that again, to see her tits heaving bare and hot as she worked her pussy in the insanity of a hot fuck.
Holding his breath, Bud reached down with both hands and gently hfted the hem of his mother's nightie. He stared at her long legs as they came into view in the moonlight. He pulled a little farther, and he could see the dark mass of her pussy. He knew it was a deep gold in color, like the hah on her head, but the night's shadows turned it to a dark, mysterious patch of fur. Letting go of the nightie, he moved his fingertips toward her beckoning cunt-bush. He touched just the hair, fearful of awakening her if he put his fingers directly on her body,' but the heat emanating from her pussy was unmistakable.
"Mmmmm," she murmured in her sleep. "Don't tease me, Art ..."
Her eyes were still closed. Could he? Should he? He fucking had to! Bud let his fingers come to rest on the flesh of his mother's pussy-mound. Oh, fuck, it was scorching hot!
She stirred, and her legs opened, while her crotch began to move in rhythmic response to the touch of his hand. She's humping my palm, the boy thought. She's humping my goddamn hand! He squeezed down on her pussy, and he could feel wetness on the puffy hps of her open cunt. It glued his hand to her flesh. He couldn't let go if he wanted to!
Tentatively, he opened the hps of her pussy. He couldn't see the pink shimmering wetness of her cunt, but he could smell it, and he knew enough about pussy to know that she was ripe and ready. But his own mother? Don't kid yourself! he thought. That's what you came down here for, wasn't it? You might not have admitted it, but you knew as soon as you opened Mom's bedroom door.
Bud released Rachel's cunt, reluctantly. The wonderful smell of her aroused cunt was still plain in the air, and his nostrils twitched. He rose to his knees on the bed, and he slid out of his shorts. His cock sprang out, hard and free, harder than he'd ever known it to be-so hard it fucking hurt him! If he didn't spill the load that had welled up in his balls, his cock would turn blue and fall off! He gripped himself firmly, looking down at his mother's half-nude body. He'd pulled her nightie up as far as her beUybutton. What the hell? He had to see those tits again, too!
He hfted the nylon garment farther in front, pulling it up past the thrust of his mother's softly heaving tits. The points of her nipples stuck up. Leaning down, he rubbed the tip of his cock across her nipples and down into the deep cleavage between her big tits. The touch of his cock on her forbidden flesh was the most exciting thing Bud had ever experienced-even hotter than the moment he had stripped Amy and gotten her to play with his prick. He worked the end of his cock across his mom's nipple. Unbidden, a drop of cum emerged from his slit and affixed itself to the point of her nipple.
The sight enraged him with lust. He straightened up, jerking at his cock. If he didn't stop right now, he'd gush his load all over bis mother's sleeping body. And, oh, Jesus, he would drown her in cum if he squirted now! His balls groaned with the weight of the sperm cargo they carried, and another milky droplet escaped from his prick, sliding across his fingers as he stroked himself. Leaning down again, he applied the tip of his prick to his mother's navel, smearing that surplus bubble of cum into her small round opening.
"Don't tease me," he heard her purr in her sleep. "I wanna fuck!"
Christ! She was begging for it! She wanted it too, even if she was asleep, even if she probably thought he was Art doing a bit of nightcrawling. Damn! What if Art did come up? What if he just walked in the room right now, with his own long cock sticking out? The shit would really hit the fan. Cursing under his breath, Bud eased off the bed without waking his mother and he tiptoed back to the door, locking it securely. He turned to the bed and he looked down at his rampant cock. It seemed to glow in the moonlight too, like a blazing arrow pointing straight at his mother's bed. I'm gonna do it! he told himself, marching toward
Rachel where she lay asleep.
Amy sat up, bolt upright. A forboding she couldn't explain had struck her while she napped. Something was wrong. She grabbed her sleep shirt, dropped it over her shoulders, and went to the doorway leading up to Bud's attic bedroom. His light was on, but his bed was empty. She knew he wasn't in the bathroom, and she knew he wasn't with her, unless he was hiding in the closet. Amy started back into her own room, to check the closet, but as she passed her mother's door she heard a sound from inside the other bedroom and she stopped still. She didn't know how, but she knew!
The girl went into her room, straight to the window. It opened onto the back porch roof. She crept outside, across the slanting roof, and she made for the window of her mother's bedroom. Even before she looked inside, she had a premonition of what she would see. Bud had acted weird this afternoon, watching Mom and Art go at it. Even as she peeked through the window she could see her brother, stark naked, his cock a mile long and a foot thick, getting onto the bed with their mom. Mom was obviously asleep but she was all exposed in front. Her body, half-toned in the shadows, looked even more attractive than it had in the diffused sunlight of the woods.
He's gonna fuck Mom! Amy thought, her mouth gaping. Bud's gonna fuck our mother!
She couldn't look, but she had to, and as she did, she lifted her sleep shirt and began to stroke hotly at her own pussy. She was delighted, but not really surprised, to find that it was dripping wet. Her finger slipped into the hot wet hole as if it had been oiled and she bit her hp to keep from screaming as she felt the penetration deep within.
Rachel's legs were still open, as when he had left her. Bud knelt between her spread thighs, stroking his cock hesitantly. He was as horny as ever, but to do what he planned to do was something he couldn't turn back from, once he'd started. The way his cock ached, he didn't think he'd be able to take it out of Mom's pussy once he'd put it in. And if he got it inside her, it wouldn't matter a rat's ass what she thought about it. He'd ride her till she was fucked!
He slid down, the tip of his cock sliding through her pubic hair. It seemed to crackle with electricity as he touched her fur, and his cock did some crackling of its own. He pushed, felt his prick touch her pussy-flesh itself. The hole of her cunt was open, due to her position, and he let his cock-knob kiss her there. The ooze from her pussy began to coat the flesh of his cock. He could feel her hps slurping at his cock, urging him to come inside. A boy's best friend is his mother, he thought, and he slipped his cock into the mouth of his mother's wet hot pussy.
"Mmmm, Art, baby," he heard her sigh as he moved into her cunt, and then his body came down upon hers and the boy started to fuck his mom, thrusting his cock deeply, pulling it out to give her another stab that cut through the wetness and buried his prick in her cunt once more.
Rachel purred in her sleep. God, what a dream! she thought. She'd never dreamt like this before. There was a vividness to the thrust of the cock that fucked her in this hot sleep-fantasy. She embraced her dream-fucker and opened her pussy a little more to the highly realistic stabbing of his imaginary cock.
"Oh, Mom," Bud sighed, starting to ram her for ah he was worth.
His cock banged home into her wet pussy, sliding back and forth, in and out, with no resistance whatever. Her pussy wasn't nearly as tight as Amy's almost-virginal cunt, but she was snug enough around the big barrel of Bud's cock to make fucking her a total delight. He met just enough play and strain inside her that he had to work a little, and this was the kind of work he'd been born to do! He banged all the way to the mouth of her womb, and he fucked hard, as if he meant to bulldoze his way back into the hole he'd come out of.
On the porch roof Amy was madly frigging her cunt, with three fingers jammed up her tight cunt-trench. She stared through the window, unable to believe what she was seeing but all too sure that it was true. Bud had his prick in Mom's pussy! Amy was almost as excited as if it had been buried in her own tight cunt. She fucked her fingers in and out of herself, feeling the juices spurt over her hand. Her clit throbbed and her heart beat as if it meant to hammer its way out of her chest.
Go for broke, Bud told himself, and he leaned forward to kiss his mother's mouth. He'd kissed her before, but never like this, never with his prick jammed to the hilt in her hot juicy pussy!
He pressed his hps to Rachel's, his tongue lapping at her mouth. She breathed heavily, still asleep under him, full of his cock, and then her lips parted and he felt her lick back at his tongue, and then, as he stared into her face, his mother's eyes opened.
She said, "Art?", in the darkness, not recognizing Bud for, what seemed to the boy, an eternity.
He spent the long wait jabbing his prick in and out of his mom's pussy. He fucked her hard, fast, and he was sure it pleased her because it satisfied the shit out of him! Her body moved under his, responding to the thrust of his cock.
She said, "Mmmmmm ... " and then her eyes opened wide."When did your cock get so big???" she asked, and then, even in the darkness, Bud could see her face go ashy gray. "Are you fucking me, Bud?" she asked her son in disbelief.
"Sure am, Mom!" the boy whispered, giving her another taste of the stiffness of his cock.
He plumbed deeply in her long snug tube of cunt, four or-five furious plunges of his hard cock.
"Oh, Mom, it is just as good as I thought it would be, too!" he added, grabbing her tits as he lay atop her.
"Uhhhh ..." Rachel moaned, not quite an acceptance but not quite a protest. Her legs were spread wide. She tried to close them, but it was way too late. Her heels slid over the backs of Bud's calves. She tapped him there. She put her hands on his shoulders, to push him away, but her fingers molded to the shape of his shoulders, and she realized that she was hanging on to him. His mouth sucked at her lips. She closed her mouth, frightened by his hot kisses, but as his tongue tapped insistently on her closed hps, she felt them open of their own will.
His tongue came back into her mouth. She closed her eyes, closed her hps at the same time, and she felt herself beginning to suck on his flesh. Saliva filled her mouth. She crushed her son's hps with her own, and they were open, and her drool flowed into Bud's mouth as her tongue thrust back at him.
"Oh God, I don't believe I'm doing this," she mumbled.
She put her arms around him, the palms of her hands cupping the smooth hard cheeks of his ass. Gasping, she pulled, and Bud seemed to slide even farther into her wet, aroused pussy. The thickness of his cock stretched her pussy-lips, sent a pressure humming against the base of her clit. His belly ground against her hard, sensitized clit, and she moaned to feel him touching her there. She worked her own body to meet his, and her cunt ate his stabbing cock-rod in swallows that dragged him all the way up her wet snug cunt-channel.
"You bastard," she said, "you horny rotten little bastard! You're fucking your own mother!" Her hands clawed insistently at his jerking ass.
"Pretend I'm that cousin who used to take you to the barn," Bud said with a wink. Rachel gasped in shock. How had he known about that? "Amy likes my cock," Bud added. "Now that it's in you, Mom, what do you think of it?"
"I think I like it, too," Rachel said. "Jesus, Bud, what are we doing?"
"Fucking, Mom!" the boy answered.
His prick slammed in and out of her dripping pussy, and each thrust pulled a fresh groan of pleasure from his mother's whimpering mouth. Bud sighed heavily, and he fucked her again, harder still. His balls ached like a son of a bitch, and he knew he was gonna fill her pussy with his gushing jism!
"Oh, shit, Art was supposed to come up to my room at one a m.," Rachel fretted, unable to keep her ass still underneath Bud. "What if he finds us ... "
"I locked the door," Bud whispered. "Oh, Mom, shut up and fuck!"
She rolled him over, his cock staying inside her pussy, and they lay on their sides fucking into one another. She threw a leg around him, wrapped her arms around his neck, and tried to suck his tongue out of bis mouth. Her pussy moved in hungry swallowing gulps upon his driving cock. She could feel him striking the bottom of her cunt with each in-stroke. Her womb ached from the force of her son's fucking, and the pangs of her body reminded her of the day she had given birth, sixteen years ago, to the boy who was now ramming her pussy full of his fat hard cock.
Jesus, his prick was big! Even bigger than his father's, she was certain. Art's cock was longer, but nowhere near as fat as Bud's. Bud's cock filled Rachel's pussy to the breaking point, stretching her cunt-sheath farther than it had ever been expanded. The size of him made their fucking tight, and God, she loved it tight! She felt like that little virgin who had gone into the hayloft with a cousin and found out where and how a boy's hard prick could fit inside a girl's soft body.
"I wanna be on top," Rachel gasped at her son. "I wanna ride that big fat cock of yours, kid!"
He nodded eagerly, and without missing a stroke, she mounted her son, slamming her cunt down upon his cock-rod. Now she was in control. Her pussy lifted and fell, setting the rhythm of their fuck, and she came down upon him in rolling fuck-swoops that dragged his rigid cock up the pathway of her pussy and into her hot roiling depths. She_put her hands on his chest and moaned-God, she bayed, like a wolf! She leaned forward, her big tits swinging down to swish back and forth over Bud's sweating face.
"Suck on these, baby," she told her son.
He grabbed them eagerly, fed them into his mouth, one at a time, then squeezed them together and tried to suck both nipples at once. His mother sobbed with intense pleasure as his teeth gnawed at her stiff nipples, as he sucked her tits so hard. The hot little bastard! But he wasn't little. He was full grown, or near it, and he fucked like a man. And Christ, did he have the equipment for fucking! Her pussy was full of him, but it only made her want him all the more. She worked her cunt up and down, faster, swallowing and spitting out and swallowing again at his hard, upright cock. Time after time he sank into the deep well of her pussy, banging her cunt with every renewed stroke of his lust.
Outside, on the porch roof, Amy was frigging herself in disbelief. Her pussy was raw from the erotic masturbation, and juices flowed in little rivers from her cunt-crack. She worked her fingers in and out of herself, still unable to credit her eyes and what they saw through the bedroom window. Bud, fucking Mom? Oh, shit!
An orgasm ripped through her. She knew she could give herself another and another, if she just stuck her fingers back up her hot little pussy, but it was only jerking off. And Jesus, she needed more than jerking off! She needed the long fat cock Bud was stuffing into Mom's pussy right now! But where was she gonna get one? She sank back onto the porch roof, rubbing her red-raw cunt-slice, and she tried to think ... but the sounds coming from the bedroom a few feet away were driving her mad with lust and desire. A finger crept back into her pussy and she stirred the hot pie anxiously.
Bud writhed and twisted under his humping mother. "Mom, I'm gonna do it, gonna shoot my cum ... "
Rachel was on the verge of an orgasm herself. She could hardly believe it, but her son had fucked her to the point of no return. His cock swelled inside her, and she groaned, knowing that he was indeed about to squirt his load up her cunt. It wasn't right!
"Nooooo!" she wailed, jerking her pussy off his prick.
She swung herself around and slammed her mouth down over the end of Bud's cock. Sucking his load was just as wicked as taking it into her pussy, but she had to be able to look at herself in the mirrow tomorrow morning, and she didn't think she could do that if she allowed Bud to fill her pussy with his squirting cum.
"Mom!" the boy blurted as her mouth engulfed his twitching, ready cock.
He watched and felt his cock vanish into her mouth, felt the exciting sensation of his cock thrusting into her throat. Her mouth came down against his swollen, cum-engorged balls, and she sucked with all her lips, all her mouth, all her throat, and there was no fucking way Bud could hold it back now! Jesus fucking Christ! He grabbed her head and he jerked in her mouth and suddenly his cum blasted from the end of his prick, straight down Mom's gulping throat!
He was so full of cum he squished when he moved, and it all came pouring out of him now, every last fucking drop! As she pistoned her head up and down on his creaming cock, he could not hold back. He moaned and groaned with each separate blast from his prick, and he watched in awe as his mother drank it all, straight from the tit! His hand crept between her legs, found the dripping gash of her pussy. He had opened her well with his big hard cock. His fingers vanished into her pussy and he only had to tweak her pussy once or twice before he felt her body explode against his, even while she was still gargling his jism down her throat. His mother's cunt-juices ran down Bud's trembling hand as he kept frigging her explosive pussy, and he moaned from deep in his guts, firing the last of his hot scalding prick-milk down her sucking throat.
"I know about you and Amy," Rachel whispered, the cum oozing from her fucked face as she turned to face her son.
"And I saw you and Art in the woods," Bud replied, taking her hands and pulling her to he upon him.
Their mouths met, in what began as a tentative, testing kiss, but which turned into a hot, open-lipped merging of tongues and sahva. Bud tasted the flavor of his sperm all over his mom's tongue and hps, and it made him crazy. His cock began to fill up and his balls were already producing more of the cum she had just finished draining from him.
"I wanna fuck you again, Mom," the boy said, "only this time I want to shoot my cum where it belongs-in your sweet hot pussy!"
Rachel looked at him and she began slowly to nod. "Oh, God help me, I want that too, Bud!"