Chapter 11

Dad came back with the news that mom was considering the trip, that she would call back with her decision tomorrow, and that made everybody pretty happy. We didn't exactly go out on the town, but we drove over to Audobon Park and went through the zoo, then wandered out to the levee and sat there watching a couple of tramp steamers slipping down toward the Gulf and the open sea.

Dinner was a kick because we bought tamales from a guy with a pushcart, and burned our mouths on them. That called for cold root beer at the K&B drugstore, and we were a real family as we walked back down Royal Street toward maman's house. The French Quarter was already balling, jazz music blaring from the joints over on Bourbon, and tourists cluttering the banquettes.

I noticed guys ogling maman, as they always did, and some of them even took a second look at my sister. She had a different swing to her walk now, a sexy little jiggle that pulled men's eyes to the tight seat of her jeans, accentuated as it was by all that long, black hair swinging pendulum down her back.

I wondered how they'd react if they knew that I was fucking her, that my big prick had been into her sweet young pussy many times, that we had played sixty-nine; that we were brother and sister. Grinning, I thought they'd freak out if they could know she was also being well screwed by her father.

There'd be a riot, probably, if all those dudes taking looks at maman realized that she was swinging with all three of us. We looked so straight and conservative, that such a revelation would blow their minds. I felt kind of smug as we turned into Beinville and dad keyed the door to lead us all upstairs. And I thought once more what a lucky kid I was.

But I worried a little about mom. I mean, she hadn't exactly leaped at the chance to be with us, to have another talk with dad about not getting a divorce. Maybe she was too wrapped up in her Cajun stud to be even interested. But she couldn't have any idea how fantastic it was with the rest of us. She'd never swung with me, with dad and me together; she had never had maman between her thighs, nor Claire. So how could she know?

In the kitchen, maman gave us wine, and dad seemed more relaxed, but I could tell he was worrying some about the phone call tomorrow. He was still in love with mom and wanted her back. He wanted her to know this new and different sexual freedom the rest of us had.

"This is a party," maman said. "No gloomy faces allowed, you understand? Greg, Johnny-there is something you can do for me, if you will. I have always wanted to be between two lovers, to have them both in me at once. And if Claire can wait her turn-"

"Of course, maman," my sister said.

And I said, "At once? You mean, you go down on one of us and the other screws you?"

"Non," maman answered. "I wish to be made a sandwich. Johnny, since you are hung so large, you will put that wonderful prick into my pussy, and you, Greg-from the back, if you will; with the proper lubrication, hein?"

My dad nodded, a light kindling in his eyes, and I figured he had never gone into anybody's ass before. I thought then that I probably never would, because my cock was just too thick and long.

Claire clapped her hands. "Oh wow! That's a great idea, and I want to see how it's done so you can do it to me, next."

Maman smiled. "She progresses, this little nymphet. Well, my lovers?"

We were out of our clothes by the time maman moved through the bedroom door, and my faithful cock was reaching itself out, swelling to a heavy bulge at the end, my rested balls filling themselves with the juice they would soon pump into my grandmother's fabulous cunt. Alluringly, she posed for us beside the bed, pirouetting to display the sleek and well-kept body, showing off her firm tits with the heavy nipples and the silver beauty of her mound. I thought then that an older woman's pussy would always turn me on, since maman's had been my first.

Claire was stripped, too, just as lovely in her own way, that charming, small body glowing with health and youth, the triangular patch of her toy pussy a triumph of sensual artistry that drew the eye.

But maman was to be center stage tonight, and I stood by uncertainly, wondering just how we were going to go about it, making a sandwich of her.

"You are first, Greg," she said. "Here is my skin cream, and I think it will work very well as an oil. I will apply some to the head of your prick. Ahh, there; so slippery and warm. I have long envied my daughter this strong prick, lover. Soon I will have it where she has never known its thrill. Now-"

She positioned herself on hands and knees in the center of the big bed, her breasts hanging down, the light reflecting softly from the rounded cheeks of her trim ass. My father's cock was glowing, too, its knob puffed and ready, glistening from the grease maman had rubbed over it.

He eased up behind her, caressing her hips, her thighs, and running a finger into the hairy cleft of her ass. Gently, he set the blunt tip of his cockhead against the small hole which I couldn't even make out from where I was standing. Claire slipped up beside me as he started to press into maman's hole, and her small hand strayed over my distended prick, fondling it.

I cupped one cheek of her ass and worked my finger into her own crack to find the tiny knot of her hole, wondering if any sized cock could ever force its way inside there. We watched maman lift her ass to my father, and stared wide-eyed as he pushed slowly but strongly into her anus.

Maman moaned, and dad hesitated, but she hissed at him to go on, go on! He was sweating, and his hands trembled on her waist; his prick edged into her tail, and she wiggled sensuously. Suddenly the head was in her, out of sight, and his shaft slid tenderly after.

"Ahhh!" maman sighed. "Ah, yes-it is in me, all the way in me, and I love it, love it there! But now, Johnny-hurry, Johnny, come over to us and slide beneath me. That's right, on your back, sweet boy. You will have to guide your lovely prick up into my cunt, darling. Use your hand."

I did as she commanded, her willing love slave, excited as hell because I was about to participate in something so turned on as this scene. My feet passed "between her outstretched hands, then my legs, and my tall cock rubbed insinuatingly between her down-hanging tits as I worked farther down. My face was about even with hers then, and I took hold of my prick to direct it to its home, that steaming pussy with its beckoning pubic hairs.

Peeping down, I could see that other set of balls swinging there at the very end of her labia, thickly furred and swollen. My mouth went dry and my pulses raced, and I missed maman's cunt lips with the first lift of my cockhead. But my aim was better next time, and it settled against those dewy lips, into that hot and ardent hole.

I hunched at it, lifting my ass to push it up and home. Our legs were a mixed-up tangle, mine and hers and dad's, but I didn't have any trouble getting my eager prick into her pussy. It felt different inside, tighter and more narrow; I realized that my dad's embedded cock was pressing it from the other side, and a blazing wave of lust shook me. My prick slipped up and up, and a second later, my balls were against his. We were both locked into maman's wiggling body.

She had to do the moving because we were set into her in such a way that either or both of us could slip out if we got too active. Her mouth came down on mine and her tongue searched across my teeth as she squirmed, sliding back upon his cock and pulling away from mine. When she moved forward, she rode my hard prick and drew his out almost to the head. Back and forth she thrust, a soft and slippery tube connecting my cock to his, fucking and being fucked at the same instant. Her tits came flat against my sweaty chest, digging their hard nipples into my sensitive skin.

I don't know where my sister was or what she was doing; I was too wrapped up in what was going on, in the terrific feeling of a super-tight pussy caressing my buried cock, of another man's balls swinging against mine in a voluptuous rhythm. I was bound into a world of sweet, warm flesh, rocked in a carnal cradle of thighs and snatch, and I found myself moving with the beat of it, gently, without force or hurry, but moving, moving.

Maman shook all over, as if a tiny earthquake had taken place deep within her undulating pussy. She bit my lips and her pelvis vibrated insanely. I could hear my father panting, and the beat stepped up, increased in intensity as he fed his meat back and forth in the clinging tube she had given him. His balls swung harder against mine, and maman kept grinding, kept moaning and crying out that she was coming, coming again, coming yet again!

I gritted my teeth and tried to hold off, sensing the convulsive movements of his prick within her ass, and when his balls banged against mine in a final, twisting spasm, I jammed my slippery prick deep, impaling her cervix with my bulging cockhead, and knew that my own juice was boiling upward from my testicles.

We came together. He jetted his stream of bubbling liquid into the recesses of her clinging ass pipe while I blew off my semen into the clenching walls of her feverish pussy. It was great; it was fantastic; it was crazy and wild and much, much more. Shuddering together, holding tightly to this marvelous woman who had shared us with each other as well as with herself, we pumped spurt after trembling spurt of our come into her.

I don't know who took his cock out of her first. It didn't matter, because I was floating in a private dream world, my prick making little hungry leaps against maman's vaginal walls, my pelvis shoved hard against her soft, hairy one. My eyes were closed and I was smiling. Somehow, she took herself from between us, turning just so, wiggling just right, and both our pricks were out in the air once more, each dripping its creamy sauce.

My balls had been drained, pumped dry by the furious release, and my head lay weakly upon the pillow. Maman kissed my cheek and patted my sagging cock, and I dimly heard her thanking my father for a new experience. I opened my eyes to see him lying oh his back, too, and just beyond him, kneeling beside the bed, was my sister. As I watched, she crawled onto the bed, and the four of us lay there together, closer than we had ever been.

Drifting, I kept making up dreams of how it would be when and if mom started swinging with us. Then I wondered if her lover would dig the action; he should, I thought. He must have been willing to go along with sharing mom with her present husband, so he ought to see where this new arrangement would give him a couple of more lovely chicks to screw. In fact, this Lucien Labas would have something going for him that none of us could have: he would be fucking three generations of women-maman, her daughter, and her granddaughter.

Now that dad had accepted the fact that we could both fuck Claire and maman, he would surely get his kicks out of mom and me, and maybe he was up front enough now to not be jealous of his wife's stud, either. I shivered in delight, trying to picture us all involved, seeing us all naked and grooving together, sharing our love and our passionate bodies.

Claire was the first one to say anything, and she murmured, "That was really something else. How does it feel, getting it in your ass, maman?"

"Magnifique, child. The sensation is quite different, making you somehow full, turning you, in a fashion, submissive. I love the raw, animal feeling it gives me. You will have to try it."

"Oh, I want to," Claire said with rising excitement. "Does it make it so different to have a cock going in your pussy at the same time?"

"Tremendously so. It is as if you are impaled, helpless between two powerful lovers, rocked and screwed and loved, and there is a mighty sense of accomplishment when you make them both come."

My father said slowly, "I don't know how to thank you, Terese. It seems like I've been in the dark all my life, hemmed in by walls without windows. After I screwed you that first time, I felt guilty as hell, as if I'd stepped outside the pale and broken a taboo. But when you came right back at me, demanding and honest about your desires, I started to loosen up. I'll admit that it took me awhile to get it straight in my head. It took the shock of seeing my son and my daughter loving each other orally, seeing them both naked and squirming together the way they were."

He paused thoughtfully, and maman said, "But you had wanted her for yourself. You simply lacked the courage to admit it."

"Yes," he agreed. "Ever since Claire began to grow breasts; ever since her lovely little ass climbed up on my lap and wiggled there, I wanted her. But incest was a big no-no, and I would have gone on dreaming forbidden dreams about my lovely girl, if it hadn't been for you. I would have hated the boys she screwed and hated the man she married, because he was getting into her beautiful, tiny cunt, and it was barred to me forever."

"Oh daddy," Claire breathed, turning on her side and reaching across maman's supine body to touch his cheek. "And all the time, I was dreaming of you. I envied mom for being in bed with you, and I got terribly upset whenever I heard your bed rattle, and knew you were putting it to her-instead of to me."

"It is so much more simple this way," maman added. "What is it to others, if we do what we most desire? There is only one of us who has not had his heart's wish, and that is Johnny."

Dad lifted himself upon one elbow, looking across our two women and at me. "Do you have the same thing for your mother, Johnny? Is it a constant grinding in your guts because you could never fuck her?"

"Something like that," I said. "I kind of fought myself about it because it was supposed to be too freaky. But after she started laying that other guy, I began to think it might be possible. I mean, there might come some kind of chance for me to get in between those luscious legs, to get into that dream pussy. I used to make up images of how she'd get so smashed she wouldn't know I was slipping my meat into her, how I would sneak a long, thrilling fuck from her when she was drunk. I get a little shaky right now, thinking that it might come true. I get all trembly inside."

He nodded. "Just a week ago, if you'd said that-but now, I understand, and I'm going to do my damnedest to see that you get your chance. Your mother is really a fine piece of ass, Johnny; she's hot and eager, and now that I look back on things, I guess she was always willing to try something new. But I wasn't, and that's what started the screw-up."

"It'll work out, daddy," Claire cut in. "I'm sure it will."

Man, I just lay there and felt my prick beginning to rise as I thought of what he said, that he would get me a chance to fuck my mother, that he was promising me a crack at his wife's pussy. I dug just thinking about that, and wondered how we were going to work it all out. What if mom just said no? That would be a hell of a kick in the ass.

All I could do was hope-hold my already aching cock and hope.