Chapter 10
After breakfast, maman took dad aside for a long, quiet talk between themselves. Claire and I sat over our coffee, kind of good tired and relaxed, but still conscious of that flow of sensual tension that was always with us. Since I had started screwing my grandmother, it seemed as if I was more sensitive to other people, especially women, as if I had been given a key that opened communications with them. Maybe I was just sure of myself and my ability to give pleasure, and that made a vast difference for a kid my age.
"What do you think she's talking to him about?" my sister asked.
I shrugged. "The divorce, probably. Did you ever see such a change in a guy? I'll bet she's telling him to call mom and see if she's coming down to New Orleans, before she and her stud leave for Reno. I'll bet if he handles it right, if he talks right, that mom won't be able to resist-and then we'll have the chance to patch it all up."
Claire eyed me. She was wearing a terry cloth white robe, and it hung casually open down the middle. I could see one of her little tits peeping charmingly out. She said, "Do you really think they can work it out? Won't mom still insist on keeping her lover?"
"Probably," I answered. "But that shouldn't make any big difference to dad now. I mean, he ought to be able to understand how she feels, and be happy for her. It's stupid to be jealous."
"Yeah," she nodded, "I know. I was jealous of maman because she's older and so pretty and because she knew all about how to handle men. But now I just get turned on when I see her screwing dad, or going down on him. Johnny-do you have the same kind of itch for mom that I have for him?"
"I guess so. It wasn't so bad until I knew she was fucking that other guy. Then I got to looking at her more like a sexy woman than just my mother, and I jacked off a lot, imagining how it would feel to crawl in between those slick thighs of hers."
Claire stretched, her arms over her head, and now both sweet tits popped into view. Damn, she looked good. "But what if she won't go along with the rest of us? She might feel it's okay for her to get laid by somebody else, but she may think it's freaky to screw her own kid."
"I hope she doesn't think like that," I said slowly. "We have a hell of a good thing going here, and it would be so much better if she joined in. Just think-I could take turns fucking her with dad, or we could get her between us and really screw her, eat her, all those groovy things. I wouldn't mind sharing her with Lucien Labas, either. And that would give both you and maman another prick to love; three guys and three women. Man, oh man; how about all of us together on maman's big bed?"
She smiled at me. "I have been thinking about it, and about other things we haven't gotten around to yet. I want to fuck and be fucked every way there is. I want to be eaten, to go down on maman, and maybe on mother, too. I want it all, Johnny."
"Me, too," I said. "And you're giving me a hard-on, just talking about it."
"That's what's so great," she murmured, her eyes half- closed. "We can screw whenever we feel like it, anywhere and any time. So why don't we get with it?"
I stood up, my half-lifted cock nudging the front of my jeans. "That's a good idea, baby."
Maman was kissing dad goodbye at the head of the stairs when we passed through the living room. We hesitated there when he went downstairs, until maman came to us. "Your father has some business in town," she informed us, "and he's going to try and reach your mother today. Johnny, the plan is moving right along now. With any luck at all, this divorce nonsense should be over and done with before too long."
"Great," I said. "Claire and I were just about to get together in the bedroom. Do you want to join us?"
She moved between us and slipped her arms about our waists. "Have I ever refused? Terese Boudreaux has learned to live again, herself-perhaps better than she lived when she was young. I did not have two beautiful, sexy grandchildren then."
We walked together into her bedroom, the focal point for most of the sexual activity in the house, and my cock grew harder as my thighs brushed theirs, as I smelled the musky, personal scents of their perfumes and knew the insinuating warmth of their bodies. You'd think that with two beautiful chicks touching me, I'd have my mind completely upon them, but that wasn't so.
The closer we got to the possibility of mom swinging with us, the more excited I got about the idea. Strange, heavy passions moved within me, filling my balls with pressure and turning my prick into a steely rod. Watching them strip, seeing maman and my sister peel out of their robes, I still conjured up an image of mom, her heavier breasts, that molded ass so ripe and full, her thighs so opulent. The hair on her pussy would be deep and profuse, I thought, a luxuriant growth of silken fur that I could lose my face in, that would curl teasingly around the head of my cock, once I started it in.
But suppose Claire was right and she didn't want to fuck me? It was possible that she might be turned off by the idea of incest with her son, and put us all down hard as a bunch of freaky perverts. She would go on keeping her stud but still live with dad at the same time; that much we were sure about, but anything else was conjecture.
"Come, darling," Maman whispered, and I looked at them lying naked on the bed, two beautiful people, one a mature woman, the other a young but knowledgeable girl, both close to my own blood. I was already about as lucky as a guy could get, having two adorable cunts like these waiting for me, but I wanted more.
I went to them, shucking my jeans and shorts at the edge of the bed, trying to put the vision of my mom's pussy out of my head. I would concentrate upon these at hand and just hope the other one might come through. Maybe I hesitated too long because before I knew it, maman and Claire were in each other's arms, their tits pressed together and their mounds rubbing.
Their mouths were welded together, their tongues moving in unison, their polished bodies moving wantonly, legs and arms and thighs. They were beautiful to watch, and I sat on the edge of the bed, drinking them in. It wasn't very long before they were taking turns at each other's tits, licking and kissing, and their hands played over cunts, over trembling asses.
When they went head to foot, I saw maman take a couple of my sister's little pink toes in her mouth, and Claire wiggled madly at the sensation. Their heads moved between knees, then into parted thighs, and with little erotic moans, they began to eat pussy. Bending over, I could peer down and watch Claire's tongue moving rapidly into maman's cunt lips, going down on another woman for the first time.
Claire was searching for the pleasure points, reveling in her initial taste of pussy, and being a female herself, she wasn't long in finding maman's touchiest zones. Of course, maman was an old hand at this and had my sister hunching and undulating within a few seconds.
I crouched close to them, stroking their asses, feeling the sheen of sweat grow upon their smooth skins, enjoying them because they were loving, being a part of them myself. Waiting until the first one lifted her head, I got on my knees with my cock grasped in one hand, and pointed the bulb at her mouth.
It was maman, and her eyes gleamed as she wiggled up to her elbows so she could kiss my cockhead. That put me straddling my sister's body as she lay belly down.
Maman pulled my knob into her wet lips, into the mouth already juicy from Claire's pussy oils, and ran her active tongue avidly over the throbbing meat. I held her head lightly between my hands as her head slid back and forth on my prick, and I didn't much notice that Claire was rolling over. But I knew it a moment later, because I felt another hot tongue tickle my balls.
Looking down, I saw that my sister had her mouth under my sack, that she was fondling my thighs with her hands and helping maman get me off. It was a far-out sensation, knowing maman's mouth around my prick, and Claire's tongue busy along the sliding shaft. I quivered all over and hunched to them, for them, until the good feeling overpowered me and came wheeling up from my distended balls to let go in a crazy spasming of completion.
My semen burst hissing from the cockhead and filled my maman's throat, washing over the roof of her suctioning mouth and her teeth. She kept pulling, and my sister continued to help, lapping and nipping. I thought they were going to drain me of my blood, too. Panting, I lifted one knee away from Claire and eased my prick out of my grandmother's hungry mouth. It made a wet, plopping noise as I sank back upon the bed, my chest heaving and hot little thrills still running up and down my legs.
"Lovely boy," maman purred. "Such a magnificent young prick, so hard and always ready to go. You're a lucky girl, Claire, to have such a strong and horny brother."
"I know," she said, "and I'm going to make the most of it."
Man, have you ever been a sex object for two chicks at the same time? There I was, lying there while they went all over my body, and at first I was just catching my breath, but pretty soon they had me going. Claire was licking me down one side, and maman was paying dedicated oral attention to the other. My cock had softened a little bit, but now it was standing at attention again, pulsing as if it could tell what was going to happen.
Hell, I didn't even know myself. I just gave up and rode along with the flow of things, letting them do whatever they wanted to with me. Not that I was relaxed; I wasn't; I was tense all over, flinching and wiggling when somebody's mouth hit a particularly touchy area. They went over me from top to bottom, tonguing under my arms and into my bellybutton, going behind my knees and into the crack of my ass, even.
Maman couldn't resist the throbbing cock any longer, and climbed aboard me, guiding the swollen head into the hot grasp of her pussy with a single, deft motion. Her shapely ass twisted to settle my prick into her juicy socket, and she lowered her sleek body to take it all the way up that beautiful vagina.
I was a little surprised when I felt my sister's knees against my head from behind, but not too much. Claire was becoming really inventive and was eager to try out all the aspects of sex. Staring up, I could see the delicate shapings of her lovely cunt lips, the wisping of her silken pubic hair and the perfect, burnished thighs.
Maman was sliding her rotating cunt up and down my hard pole, and now my sister sank that gorgeous young crotch gently upon my face. My nose was up the cleft of her ass, and I opened my mouth wide to encompass her entire sweet mound. She was delicious, a perfume drifting from the slippery labia, a special flavor to that hot, micro-pussy. I was blinded by her firm, warm flesh, my head held trapped in the satin net of her thighs, and all I could see when I looked up were the hills of her ass and the fragile curving of her graceful back.
I saw and felt her bend forward, and heard her murmuring to maman. They shared love words, those two, and when they quieted, I knew they were fondling each other's tits and kissing, while I was the connector between them, as one rode my prick and the other rode my face.
Slipping my tongue around inside my sister's torrid little vagina, I lapped her juices and felt them wet my cheeks, my chin. She was hunching tenderly by then, so I stroked it up and under her soft clitoral hood and found the vibrant button. It shook at the touch of my tongue, and Claire swirled her crotch over my mouth, urging me to caress it more, to tickle it into an orgasm.
I loved every wiggle she made, just as I adored the suctioning thrusts of maman's blazing pussy as it pulled upon my cast iron shaft. Eating into Claire's delectable cunt, I felt her shiver, felt her hunch crazily for a long, ecstatic moment, and heard her moan in the triumph of her climax.
Maman rolled her ass violently from side to side, raking my cockhead along the slick walls of her searing vagina and seesawing against my balls. Her pussy kind of gulped, and some weird inner muscle squeezed down upon my surging prick as she came, too. They were still upon me, and I hadn't come yet.
It's like that a lot with me; I mean, after that first big load spurts out, sometimes I can fuck for quite awhile before coming again. The women don't complain about that, and neither do I. I love to hang in there, slipping my meat steadily into an appreciative cunt, or into some hungry mouth. I wish I could fuck all night like that.
When they split off me, taking one dripping cunt from around my cock and the other from my mouth, I made a couple of moves of my own. I really wanted to feel the hot tightness of my sister's honeyed pussy, so I rolled her over onto her hands and knees and went at her from behind, my hands around that slim, narrow waist and her almost thin ass cheeks tilted up at me.
"Easy now, cher." maman warned. "Your sister is very small, and you have such a massive prick. Careful, darling-"
"I can take it, maman," Claire insisted, "really I can. And I want my brother's hard meat-I really want it in my pussy now."
Cautiously, I advanced the greased cockhead to the downy crotch, easing it against the small lips as she spread her thighs wide for me. When it touched that fragile-looking labia, I trembled, and the very tip of it worked slowly inside, seeking the hot wetness.
Easing it into her, I held her ass still and prodded inch by slow inch into that amazingly narrow, very tight hole. Satin foldings of lubricated flesh parted for my eager shaft, sliding around the cockhead, pressing back upon the following pole, and then I had it locked into her marvelous snatch, had it buried to my sack into my little sister's pliant and yielding cunt.
Claire twisted her head around so she could look back over her shoulder, and her eyes were shining, lascivious, a damp smile upon her lips. She was digging it, beginning to rock back and forth upon my churning prick in rapture. Her slim ass swung from side to side in small circles, and I braced my knees when she backed strongly into my strokes.
Staring at the base of my prick and seeing how neatly it slipped in and out of that clinging little pussy, I saw something else. I saw maman's upturned face sliding between our knees, and her red tongue was already flicking up at my dangling balls. But that was only the start for her; she managed to get her face snugged up into my sister's crotch, and as I worked my cock slowly into Claire's pussy, maman licked us both, running her quick, wet tongue over my oily shaft and into Claire's cunt.
It was the wildest sensation I'd ever known, and the pressure built swiftly in my balls. Flinching and bucking, hanging on to my sister's ass and working my prick within the siphoning motion of her pussy, I was driven freaky by the action of maman's mouth and tongue. When I let go, it was like a cannonball exploding deep within Claire's shuddering vagina.