Chapter 10

All squirmy and juicy in her tiny bikini, Barbara came down the street, hoping her brother would be available, and keen to tell him all about the Turner family. She was so horny that it was almost embarrassing.

If her mom was home, the woman was liable to see how wet the crotch band of her bikini was and how her nipples were standing out in twin peaks. She figured that her heated pussy perfume would be noticeable, too.

Instead of going into the house, the girl turned down the path that led to the pool area, thinking that her sibling might still be there.

He was, of course.

And a whole lot more.

Barbara stopped and gaped in astonishment as she saw her mother squatting on Danny's cock. Then she began to grin with glee.

Her own mother was as naughty as Camille Turner - and it made the girl even hotter. If she had enjoyed taking part in another family's incest, as a stranger, just think how great it would be to join in with her own mom and brother.

But the sight thrilled her so much that the horny girl decided to watch for a while, first.

Barbara had arrived just as the ride began.

Danny heaved up from the air mattress and Jessica pushed down to meet his thrust, moving in counterpoint, shifting in the saddle of his groin.

Her hands were moving over her heavy haunches, sliding down to fondle his balls and grope around in her groin, playing her fingers on the sliding junction. Her hips worked like pistons and her gently rounded belly pumped as she crammed her cunt down on his cock. His loins rose up like a fucking platform as he sank his prick in to the hairy hilt.

"Fuck-fuck-fuck!" Jessica panted.

She humped faster. His cock slid up her like a meaty shock absorber, bounding her ass around as it rammed in to her cunt core.

Jessica had never known such joy. His prick was rattling around in her loins, shaking her bones, tumbling her pelvis in a wanton waltz.

She flopped around as if her arms and legs were coming off, her hip bones jumping from their sockets. Then she tensed her vibrant body and rode more firmly in the saddle, shifting from a trot to a canter.

Her fuckhole was turning to paste on his prick, and her clit was going off again and again. But she knew that she needn't wait for her son to shoot off-she was going to just keep right on creaming, each spasm greater than the one before, until she soared to the ultimate crest at the magic moment when he filled her with his son-spunk.

"Ohhhh-ahhhhh!" she panted, heaving savagely.

"Yeah, Mom! Ride my prick!" her son cried.

The boy arched deeply, driving up, his cock rising like an intercontinental missile with an explosive warhead. His spine twisted up convulsively, as if the youth had been electrified by his lust.

Jessica changed gears again, shifting from a canter to a full gallop, fucking in a frenzy.

It was making Barbara whimper as she watched.

The girl could see all the juicy details as she stared from the passageway. She was at a three-quarters angle behind her mother's ass - a perfect view with the woman on top of the incest action.

Danny's thick, veined cock came sliding out, glistening. His purple cock-knob appeared in Jessica's creamy pussy. Her pliable cuntlips distended down his shaft as she pulled up, dragging her cunt almost inside out.

Then she pushed down and Danny's cock vanished into her foaming fuckhole again.

As she drove down, the firm cheeks of her shapely ass parted and her daughter could see the tiny puckered bud of her shithole. That flavored, fragrant slot was making Barbara as hungry as she was for prick and pussy, as she remembered how much the Turner family relished asshole rimming.

Danny's prick stuffed Jessica's pussy full and cunt-cream and spunky seepage sprayed out plentifully. Her crotch was awash and frothy with lather. Juice streamed down the inner curves of her thighs and bathed Danny's balls.

His cock plunged up, pumping more of their mingled juices from his mother's cunt, working like a pump drawing fluids from her wanton well.

Barbara was panting, breathing in the aroma of steaming pussy and smoking cockmeat, cunt-juice and pre-cum, ball musk and asshole bouquet.

Jessica twisted her head from side to side convulsively, her face a contorted mask of lust. Her nipples were smoldering like fuses on her tit-bombs, and her clit was echoing that flaring action. Danny's face was twisted, too, eyes narrowed, lips slack and panting. Mother and son were fucking with bestial energy now, nearing the crest.

And the peeper was as hot as the fuckers.

The girl had dropped down to her knees. The crotch band of her Bikini was heavy with cunt-cream, and streaks were running down her kneeling legs.

Her tongue and her nipples and her clit were all pulling out as if they were being dragged by carnal magnetism toward the action.

She was equally hot and hungry for both her brother and her mother. She slipped a hand down inside her bikini bottoms and cupped her cunt. That smoldering slot filled her palm with a pool of pussy-cream instantly.

But a hand job was not nearly enough.

She whipped her hand back out and brought it up to her chin. Her head tipped down. Still staring at the lovers, from the tops of her glowing orbs, through fluttering eyelashes, she began to lap her own cunt-juice from her palm.

The stuff was delicious, even delivered by hand. Just think of swallowing from a melting cunt! She was pretending that her cupped palm was her mother's cuntslot as she lapped into it.

Then she sucked on her fingers, tasting her own cunt-nectar. She made believe those fingers were her mother's stiff clit, then that they were her brother's prick, just after it had come out of Jessica's cunt.

Barbara was longing to join the incestuous pair, going in tongue-first.

She wanted to tongue her brother's balls and lick his slimy cock as it went in and out of her mother's cunt-and she was just as hot to suck that cunt, too.

But she didn't know if her mom was bisexual.

And she didn't want to interrupt them as they soared toward their crest, thoughtful girl that she was. She had to wait until they had finished, she figured. If her mom wasn't game for lesbian love, she could always have the taste treat of sucking the woman's cunt-cum off Danny's cock, savoring cockmeat soaked in pussy.

It would be like plating her parent by proxy - not as wonderful as going down on her directly, but still a dark and depraved thrill.

She was getting desperate with desire.

"Cum, Mom! Shoot, Danny!" she softly intoned, her whole nubile body tense as a spring, all set to jump up and join them as they crested.

She scooped more cunt-cum from her crotch and lapped it from her palm and fingers.

She massaged her cunt and kneaded her tits and frigged her gooey fingers into her mouth. A pool of pussy-juice was forming at her knees.

Danny and Jessica were rutting with such intensity now that Barbara knew the peak was near.

And she needn't have worried about her mother's willingness for bisexual fun, either.

Barbara had acquired that taste honestly - in cunt-lapper genes passed down from her parent.