Chapter 4

"What made you do it, Sis?" Buzz asked. "I mean, I can dig you getting all hot and bothered from watching me and Patty screwing around. I'd have probably been pretty damned horny, myself, if I'd caught you fucking with some guy. But I'd never have had the guts to actually go ahead and come on to you later, because of it."

"It was the earthquake," Daisy explained to her curious brother, as they lolled in bed after their incestuous fuck-session. "After the ceiling fell and just missed me, I changed the whole way I looked at things."

"Hadn't thought about it like that," Buzz sighed. "Makes some kinda sense, I gotta admit."

"Life's too short to sit around just thinking about what you'd like to do when you could really be doing it," Daisy continued. Then, adding flattery to her logic, she said: "And once I got my head on straight, your big cock was what I thought of first, Buzz. I just had to suck and fuck it before I did another thing."

Soaking up the praise, Buzz proudly agreed. "Yeah, guess I am hung pretty good, huh?"

Daisy's intent, however, was not entirely to feed her brother's ego. This was only a means to an end. Leading him in a certain direction was her actual goal. For she was determined that before this conversation was over, she'd have passed the earthquake's lesson on from herself to Buzz.

"You're hung so good that nobody with a pussy between her legs could resist your big cock if she had the chance to put out for you," Daisy said, setting Buzz up without his knowledge.

"I do all right," he boasted.

"I'm sure you do," Daisy said. "But there must be a piece of ass you've missed along the way. Somebody you secretly want to fuck, but your hang-ups keep getting in the way."

"I-I do a-all right," Buzz repeated, but this time he stammered, clearly unsure of what his sister was getting at and of his own deep-seated, unrealized desires.

The insight she'd gained from the earthquake enabled Daisy to read just enough of her brother's mind to force the issue with confidence.

"Who is she, Buzz?" Daisy boldly quizzed. "Who have you always wanted to fuck, but haven't had the nerve? You can tell me."

"Well, now that you mention it, there is somebody ... "

Daisy nodded for him to spit it out.

"Well, I know this is far-out. Really far out," Buzz self-consciously muttered. "But you know who turns me on?"

He took a deep breath, and Daisy waited with anticipation.

"Mom!" Buzz blurted. "There I said it. Can't help it, but Mom gets me hot. Bet you weren't expecting to hear that, were you, Sis?"

In fact, it was exactly what Daisy had hoped for. She'd seen the way her brother looked at their mother. And why shouldn't he? Their mom was still a very sexy woman, and not shy despite her respectable image.

"Would you fuck her if you could? If Mom turned out to be as turned on by you as you are by her?" Daisy asked, pushing hard.

"Th-that's crazy," Buzz gulped.

"We both would've thought it was crazy if anyone had told us you'd wind up fucking me, and I'm your own sister," Daisy reminded him. "But look what happened. It could be the same for you and Mom--if you'd let it."

Now Buzz grew suspicious of Daisy's motives. "But what's in it for you, Sis?"

Daisy was completely honest. "What good is it if I'm the only one in the family who learned anything from that earthquake? I want to spread it around. Believe me, we'll all be better off because of it. Trust me."

"Damn, Sis, why are you making so much sense to me when I ought to know better?" Buzz choked.

"Just look at what's happened to your cock since we started talking about you fucking Mom and you'll have your answer, kiddo."

Buzz warily glanced down. His prick was ten inches of throbbing steel.

"Fuck her, stud!" Daisy commanded. "Fuck Mom!"

Jean Fox realized the importance of keeping fit. Other women of her generation might let age creep up on them, but she worked at keeping young with regular exercise. Her efforts had succeeded. Despite her image as a respectable wife and mother, she thoroughly enjoyed the wolf-whistles she drew from construction workers and the like when she walked down the street.

Jean had a problem, though. Her attractive appearance inevitably led to more than just whistles. And only her willpower had kept her from agreeing to an affair so far.

No, it wasn't easy resisting temptation when Jean considered the shortcomings of her marriage. Her husband Ron was a nice enough guy and a good provider, but he just didn't turn her on in bed. Sex with him had always been a series of faked orgasms.

It wasn't that her husband wasn't hung. Indeed, the problem was just the opposite. Ron's prick was so huge that it actually frightened Jean. In everyday life, her husband was a sweetheart, but in his bed his oversized cock and balls made him seem like a monster to her. Jean would never get used to being fucked by him.

In the meantime, though, her unfulfilled desires mounted inside her. If her family hadn't been so important to her, Jean would've cheated on Ron long ago. Maybe, she thought during her flights of fancy, with someone much younger than herself--a teenaged boy whose cock hadn't grown too large.

And it was about just such a young cock that Jean daydreamed as she exercised on this particular afternoon while her husband was at work and her children were at school. Hopelessly distracted, every time she bent over to touch her toes she could hear her wet pussy squish.

"For heaven's sake, calm down," she snapped at one point, as if she were speaking directly to her demanding cunt. "There's nothing I can do."

Just then, at this most personal of moments, Jean was interrupted by an all-too-familiar voice.

"Nothing you can do, Mom? Don't be so sure of that."

Jean froze, remaining doubled over at the waist with her fingertips dangling just above her feet. Then, peering back through her legs so the blood flowed to her head in a dizzying rush, she saw the smirking intruder.

"Buzz!" she gulped. "Wh-what're you doing here? You're supposed to be in school."

"Thought I'd get started early on my homework," Buzz snickered. "With you as my tutor, Mom. A private lesson for a special assignment. Yeah, very private and very special."

Jean couldn't help but be aware by now that her son's eyes were on her hoisted ass, looking at the way her shorts snagged between her asscheeks and in the slice of her cunt. A lot of pussy hair showed. And yet Jean felt powerless to stand up.

"I-I don't know what you mean, Buzz."

"Then let me show you, Mom," he said, his hand dropping to his obviously bulging fly.

Now it wasn't just the blood that rushed to her head which made Jean dizzy. For her son had just unzipped his jeans. He wore no underwear. His young cock twanged with arousal into the open, followed by his spilling balls.

Jean's breath was taken away less, however, by the outrageousness of her son's behavior than by the physical reality of the way he was hung. For Buzz's jutting hard-on was a flesh-and-blood version of the youthful cock about which Jean had been fantasizing.

She uncontrollably drooled at the mouth and pussy, unable to avoid forbidden thoughts of sucking and fucking her son's perfect cock. Afraid that if she straightened up from her awkward, toe-touching position she might lunge at Buzz's tempting cock on the spot, Jean desperately kept her aching body jackknifed.

"You're fighting a losing battle, Mom," Buzz taunted. "You know you want it."

He wagged his rigid prick at her, daring her to resist her incestuous urges.

Somehow, though, Jean managed to remain frozen, even closing her eyes to cut off her view of Buzz's beckoning cock and balls. Perhaps, she prayed, she'd be able to hold both her son and herself off after all.

"Okay, Mom," Buzz sighed after a long pause, "maybe you're right. Guess you're not as ready for me as I thought you were. Sorry. I won't bug you any more about it."

He started stuffing his cock back into his pants. And, as she peeked, Jean sinkingly realized that what had worked was not her last-ditch attempt to turn her back on incest but her son's reverse psychology.

"No! Don't go!" she recklessly blurted out. "Please don't go!"

Jean wheeled around as she stood up. In the process, she pushed down her shorts. When she faced Buzz, she was naked from the waist down.

Buzz didn't act the least bit surprised. Indeed, he was more smug than ever.

"Take it all off, Mom," he told her. "Show me everything you've got."

"Then you, too," Jean panted. "I want to see you naked, too."

"I've got no problem with that," Buzz drawled.

He casually dropped his pants, stepping out of them after he'd kicked off his sneakers. Then, as he began pulling his rugby shirt over his muscular torso, his breathless mother followed suit by drawing her sweatshirt above her head to reveal her bare tits.

So, suddenly, mother and son stood stark naked before one another. There was an electric silence, before a grinning Buzz slowly closed the distance between them.

Now he reached for Jean. She, however, surprised him, seizing his wrists when his hands went toward her tits and holding his arms at bay.

"Tell me I'm beautiful first," she murmured, a pleading tone in her voice. "I really need to hear that before we go any farther."

Buzz shook one of his hands loose from her weakening grip. Then he ran his fingers through her long, brown hair. Jean moistened at the cunt in response, ready to become her son's erotic slave.

"You're more than just beautiful, Mom," Buzz whispered in her ear. "Can't even think of a word for it. But, ahhhh, actions speak louder than words, anyway."

He kissed Jean on the mouth, his tongue darting down her throat. She was putty in his embrace. When the kiss was broken and Buzz snatched her up in his arms, he seemed less to Jean like the son whose diapers she'd once changed than a macho Prince Charming who'd come magically into her sex-starved life.

He carried her as if she were weightless into her room. When he laid her nude body out on the bed, Jean felt as if she were a virgin again. It was with a shy eagerness that she spread her thighs for him, hoping against hope that her open cunt lived up to his expectations.

"Looks good enough to eat," Buzz said.

"I was thinking the same thing about your cock," Jean steamily answered, her self-confidence soaring.

"Sixty-nine, Mom?"

"Please, darling."

Bare-assed, himself, Buzz turned and straddled his naked mother so the shadow of his loins fell across her face. At the other end, he looked down upon her waiting pussy.

"You make the next move, Mom," Buzz softly urged.

Jean reached up into the crack of his smooth ass, playing with the fine hairs which led from his asshole to the base of his balls. Then she replaced her finger with her tongue, licking the groove between his asscheeks.

In a moment, Buzz returned the favor with his own tongue, orally caressing the silky space between his mother's asshole and cunt. Jean thought she might come just from this, but she held back, wanting her first climax to occur directly in the boy's sucking mouth.

So, to prompt Buzz to make direct oral contact with her pussy, Jean first did the same with his stiff, young cock. Angling it down her throat, she swallowed several inches of cock meat with a single slurp. On cue, Buzz responded with the tonguing kiss of her pussy that she craved-and that was when Jean let go and came as hard as any woman could.

"Oooooh, suck it, suck my coming pussy!" she cried out. "Suck the cum right out of my pussy."

Her son's tongue instantly tested her juicy depths, swabbing a generous amount of orgasmic honey which he then spooned back into his mouth. And as long as Jean kept coming, Buzz repeated this process, as though her oozing cunt was the sweetest thing he'd ever tasted.

Jean's ability to deep-throat her son's entire hard-on was a joy for her. This was because her previous blow-job experience had been limited to her husband, with Ron's gross hunk of cock meat more than she could take. Actually, Buzz's cock wasn't that much smaller than his dad's, but there was just something about the way it fit in her throat that made all the difference in the world to Jean.

When she'd been forced to suck her husband's cock in the past, Jean usually wound up gagging. But with her son's prick, her mouth responded like a cunt. For the first time in her life she was eagerly anticipating a mouthful of cum instead of dreading it.

And now Buzz delivered.

"Ooooh, Mom, take it ... take it," he moaned into Jean's cunt at one end of the sixty-nine, while his cock fucked into her mouth at the other end.

His cock exploded down his mother's throat. There was so much jizz abruptly flowing that Jean couldn't drink it as fast as it spurted. Half went to her belly and the rest backed up in her mouth, swelling her cheeks. But she was determined not to let a drop of jism go unswallowed, regardless of how much her son came.

Buzz tested her to the limit, though. For a while it seemed to Jean as if his prick would never stop unloading cum.

"Don't know where I'm getting it all, Mom!" Buzz rasped, surprised by his own potency.

Somehow, Jean held on. At last her son's climax slowed to a dribble. Now she could savor the rest of the cum at her own pace, letting it ooze down her throat in gooey splendor. Meanwhile, Buzz's prick slowly withdrew from her mouth, so it was dripping cum under her nose by the time she'd had her fill of jizz. Drained by the blow-job, his cock was only about half as hard as before.

"Hmmmm, looks like we've got some work to do if you're gonna fuck me," Jean playfully teased. "Don't worry. Mommy'll turn her little boy into a stud again."

Actually, at his age, Buzz could have raised another hard-on on his own without even trying. But, curious to find out what his mother had in mind, he temporarily concentrated on keeping his prick at half-mast so she could stiffen it for him.

"You know, when you were still a little boy you had a real thing about my titties," Jean said as the sixty-nine broke apart. "Even after you stopped nursing, you still wanted to touch them. Sometimes, when we were alone, I'd let you play with my tits. And you know what?"

She paused, tracing a finger from each hand around the rosy buds of her erect nipples.

"Sometimes you'd get so excited," Jean resumed, her voice lowered in a confidential hush, "your little cock would get sooo hard from playing with Mommy's big titties. I could see the little fella poking out from under the short pants you used to wear."

The older version of the same cock had started stirring anew as Buzz hornily reacted to his mother's description of this forgotten childhood experience.

"Know what I'd do sometimes?" Jean continued. "I'd take off your pants and my bra and let you lie right on top of me. Lie between my titties so I could rub and squeeze you."

"You mean like fuck you there, Mom?" Buzz gulped.

"Mmmm, I like to remember it that way," Jean said dreamily.

"D-did I come?"

"You did your best. And you were so cute, with your little cock trying so hard to make something come out when there wasn't anything for you to shoot at that age."

"Wouldn't have that problem anymore, Mom," Buzz panted, hopelessly aroused by his mother's tale of tit-fucking.

"The problem now might be just the opposite," Jean wistfully noted. "You come all over Mommy's titties, darling, and you might not have anything left for Mommy's pussy."

"Just trust me, Mom," Buzz insisted, hornily eyeing Jean's ripely tipped tits. "I can come as many times for you as you've got places for me to fuck you. That's how much you turn me on."

Jean pretended to stall. "Well ... I was just planning to rub your cock with my titties a little bit for old times' sake to get it hard enough for my pussy. But if you really think you've got enough extra cum ... "

"I'll shoot jizz all over your face and titties," Buzz excitedly vowed. "And seeing you covered that way with my cum'll just make me hornier than ever to fuck your cunt, Mom."

"I could never say no to my little boy," Jean-sighed. "Come to Mommy, then."

Now she lay back, one of her tits in each hand. Kneeling astride her, Buzz placed his revived boner between them. Jean responded by squeezing her tits around his prick, turning the erect nipples inward so they'd be part of the friction when she started rubbing.

"Oh, shit, that feels so good," Buzz moaned when the movement began and his cock's skin was being jerked around the cock head by the spongy vise of his mother's tits. "Can't take much of this without coming."

Buzz's hips were rolling, just as if he were fucking pussy. The knob of his prick repeatedly emerged from between his mother's tits. Jean lowered her face to kiss his cock tip when this happened. Before long, Buzz's agitated cock head had turned from pink to red to purple.

"Gonna blow!" the boy cried, brought to the brink of a climax with breathtaking speed by the magic of his mother's tits.

On cue, Jean let go of her tits. Just as her son's prick sprang free, it spurted wildly with hot, sticky torrents of cum. Jism rained down in a creamy shower.

By the time Buzz had shot his wad, Jean was drenched in cum. There was cum in her hair. It glistened on her face and dripped from her chin. But her tits had taken the most, with the cum running down their slopes and dripping from the nipples as if they were leaky faucets.

"Got the same problem as before," Buzz gasped as he stared at his cum-splattered mother. "Can't think of a way to tell you how much more than just beautiful you are, Mom."

"Thought we'd already decided that actions speak louder than words," Jean chuckled, staring straight at her son's tirelessly jutting hard-on. "And from the looks of your cock, that's what you're ready for right now. Action!"

Buzz glanced at his throbbing boner and nodded in agreement.

"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," Jean began to chant. And she kept it up until her son's stiff prick was fucking in her cunt and she was moaning from coming so hard.