Chapter 4

We spent the next week discovering all the tricks of our bodies, maman and I. She taught me all the positions I was interested in, and how I could kind of throw my mind out of gear so I wouldn't come too quick. And she showed me how to be honest with myself, to not be ashamed of any of my needs. So long as I didn't hurt somebody else, she said, or force them to do anything that turned them off, then everything was all right to try.

Of course, she showed me around town, too; we ate boiled crabs at Lake Pontchartrain, and oysters on the half shell at Felix's. I couldn't go into any of the joints along Bourbon Street, but maman mixed me drinks at home, and I know damned well I got more juicy, far-out sex there than I could have by washing strippers shake it at me.

We fucked anywhere and everywhere-standing up in the shower, with both of us all slippery with soap bubbles; on the floor, where she wrapped those sleek legs around me; on the bed and couch and with me sitting in a big chair. I fucked my grandmother top and bottom and upside down, and all of it was wonderful. We played sixty-nine, and I discovered how far-out it was to eat into her lovely cunt while she was sucking my hard cock at the same time. Man, she made me wish I was two guys, so I could put the meat to her double, in her steaming pussy and in her avid mouth. I didn't know that she was leading me up to something just as good, but it wasn't long before I found out.

I'd been down to the corner grocery for something, and when I came back up the steps, maman was excited. I could see it in her face, in the way her round, firm tits heaved against the thin blouse.

"Johnny, they're coming," she said. "Your father and sister; they're coming down tonight to spend a day or two, he said. It's his way of saying goodbye to you-he thinks."

That put me down in a hurry, and I guess it showed because she put her arms around me and squeezed me close. Into my ear, she said: "Darling, darling-don't feel this way. It's our chance to set things straight. Remember our talk, how we're going to get your father and little Claire to thinking as we do? And believe me, lover-it's only a step from them to Desiree."

I was pouting. "And her stud?"

"But of course," she said, stepping back and eyeing me closely. "Your mother is entitled to a lover, if she wishes; or several, for that matter. Don't be jealous of this Labas man, cherie; once you slide your beautiful young prick between your mother's thighs, she will fuck you as never before."

"I-I don't know," I said. "It all sounds kind of kinky."

"Come," she said impatiently. "A glass of good sherry, hein! You must help me plan my strategy; we must decide the best way to seduce your father. Greg Wilson is stiff-necked and puritan, is he? Then we will make him stiff elsewhere. And you will not be jealous of me; your maman has pussy enough for all." ;

I had to laugh with her; maman is so uninhibited, so up front with it all. I sat down and sipped my wine. "I guess getting him bombed would be the best way," I said. "He started to hit the juice pretty good after he chased mom out of the house. Maybe he's still doing it. If he gets pretty smashed, maybe you could crawl into bed with him and have his cock in that beautiful cunt before he knows what's happening. Once he's got it in you, he'll never be able to stop; he won't want to."

She patted my cheek. "My little courtier with the glorious prick. I was thinking along the same lines myself. You will have to get your sister out of the way, keep her occupied."

Blinking, I said, "But you said she might be cherry, that my cock is too big for her."

Maman smiled. "You have learned the other ways, darling. I should think you would be dreaming of eating that adorable little pussy. You shouldn't force her to do the same for you-not unless she truly wishes it, but you can certainly make her blind with passion. And since you will still have a magnificent hard-on, when I have finished with your father, I will make it soft for you."

I leaned forward and kissed her, tasting the wine on her lips, and the warmth of her lascivious desires. "Anything you say, maman."

Truthfully, I was getting excited at the thought of going down on my kid sister, of making her come for the first time, if she hadn't been finger fucking herself, I thought, or if she hadn't been swinging with some horny boy in her class. But Claire had always been more like dad, while I took more after mother. Her tiny cunt was probably still unused, and maybe she'd try to guard it as if it was golden. But I'd face that problem when I came to it. First, there was maman's plan for my dad.

She whipped around the house, dusting and straightening up, and still had plenty of time to take care of herself. "I've always thought that your father could be quite a man if he took the trouble," she said. "He had to have something to keep Desiree under control for this long. She's hot-blooded, that girl; she must have gotten bored, that's all."

I followed her into the bathroom and watched her draw a tub of steaming water. When she sank into it after spicing it with the scene of gardenias, I watched how the water drifted over her pussy, giving an additional shine to the curly silver hairs, and how it lapped up to her breasts, barely covering those delectable nipples.

"Dad won't be able to resist you," I said. "After he has a few drinks in him, especially. And I'll be waiting for you, maman."

She gave me her knowing smile. "With a hard-on, of course. There will be plenty for you, cherie; you are my very special lover."

I was halfway hard already, but I pushed myself out of there before it got bad to handle. I was getting jumpy, halfway scared to face my old man, wondering if he could see it in my face, how I had grown up. Could he tell I was no longer a cherry, that I had not only been fucking maman, but going down on her, too?

She was radiant in a flowing gown that clung to her sleek body and out-lined the points of her high breasts. There was a softness about maman, a seductiveness that I recognized immediately; she was turned on by the idea of screwing her son-in-law.

If it hadn't been for her superb behavior, I think dinner would have been a disaster. Dad was uptight and sullen, making a few clumsy attempts to talk with me, and not turning down the glasses of wine maman kept urging him to have. My sister was being bratty, trying to act cool and not knowing how, and already treating me as if I was no longer an important part of the family.

But I had to admit that she looked neat; her little tits were growing, and she had developed a bouncy way of walking that drew attention to her ass. She was small and cute, but still a little kid; I couldn't compare her to the rich maturity of maman. Still, I couldn't help wondering how she would act once I got my tongue to working inside her girlish pussy, or what would happen when I shoved the head of my cock into her new snatch.

Claire stayed close to dad, and I noticed the dirty looks she was beginning to throw at our grandmother. The little bitch was jealous, I thought, and remembered what maman had said about girls wanting to make it with their fathers, like boys dreamed about their mothers. And if everything worked out, she was going to get her chance to ride her dream cock.

I gulped; would I really get my own chance at mom? Maybe she'd be horrified at even the barest hint that I wanted to screw her, or maybe she was too much in love with her Cajun stud, or she might think I was too much a kid, and freaky besides. I was getting all mixed up and scared. This whole damned idea might blow up in our faces, maman's and mine; then where the hell would we be?

Maman gave me a nod. "Johnny-why don't you take your sister down to the corner for some ice cream? I forgot to get any today. Greg will help me clean up."

"Sure," my dad said, lurching to his feet, still holding the heavily spiked cup of coffee she'd brought him. "Sure, you kids go on, while I give Terese a hand."

Claire glared at them. "We won't be gone long."

"Take your time," dad said, grinning loosely, the way he does when he's smashed.

"Come on," I said, and took her arm. Claire snatched it away and went stomping down the stairs ahead of me. She was going to be trouble, I figured, but I didn't know what I was going to do about it.

We ate ice cream that damned near choked me, and I told her that she was getting to be a real pretty girl, which surprised the hell out of her.

"You think so, Johnny? I'm real skinny, and I haven't much up here."

I hit her with it head on: "Your tits, you mean? I think they're cute; kind of pert and saucy, I mean. And they'll grow a lot more."

Her eyes were wide, staring at me. "Wow, man; you're talking different since you came down here."

"Thinking different, too," I said. "Like I'm wondering how grownup you really are, if you've made it yet with some boy."

She looked away quickly. "That's none of your business. Let's get on back to the house."

"Hell with this ice cream," I said. "Let's sneak up quietly and snitch some wine from the kitchen."

That idea tickled her, and she giggled softly as we eased up the stairs and I found a bottle for us. She didn't protest when I led her to my room. We could hear music going somewhere in the house, but the lights were off in the dining room, and I wondered if maman had dad in bed already. One thing was for sure; I had to keep my sister away from the action.

I flicked on the bed lamp and turned the radio to a soft rock station, passing her the open bottle of wine. I was smart enough to warn her that it was strong, so naturally she showed me how tough she was, and took a couple of big swallows.

"Hey," I said, "you do about as good as me," and faked most of my drinking. If it was working for maman, the same game plan ought to come straight for me. I gave her the bottle again and asked about school, about her boyfriends, and after she'd forced another drink, told her that I'd made it myself, that I had screwed a woman.

Claire's eyes got big and round. "Really? I mean, not some girl, but a grownup woman?"

"That's right," I said.

"A whore," she guessed. "You paid a whore."

"No way, Claire. She dug it as much as I did; more, maybe." She was forgetting all about dad, and that's how I wanted it, but I couldn't forget him myself; I kept wondering what maman was doing with him.

"Have another drink, Claire, and stick around. We've got a lot to talk about. But I have to go to the bathroom now; back in a minute."

She was nodding sleepily when I left, and I hoped she didn't take too much wine and get sick. But I was eager to find out about dad, so I sneaked down the hall and peeped into the door to maman's room. It was open just a crack, and she had the bed lamp on to throw a soft glow across her bed, that bed where I had learned to fuck.

My breath got caught in my throat when I saw them. Oh wow; they were both bare-ass naked, and she was playing with his erect prick. Dad was lying on his back with his legs spread, and his cock sticking straight up maman's fingers were fluttering over it, teasing up and down the shaft and tickling into his balls, then rising to caress the bulging head.

Good, I thought; they hadn't started fucking yet, and I would be able to see it all, from the very first stroke. His eyes were closed, but he had one arm around maman, and his hand was cupping her breast, the fingers nipping its point. Her head was on his chest, and I could make out the red quickness of her tongue as it flicked into his chest hair.

Staring at his prick, I saw that it was smaller than my own, maybe much smaller. But it looked strong and very hard, and I wondered how long it had been since dad had dipped it into a nice, hot pussy. Mother had been gone for several weeks now, and I guess he was hard up. But he would never have made a pass at maman if he wasn't smashed, and if she didn't start the ball rolling. He was that square and uptight.

But he was past the point of no return now; maman wasn't about to let him go, and he didn't look as if he wanted to get away from her. I stood there entranced as she slid one of those glossy, beautiful legs across his body, and rubbed the sticky head of his expanded cock into the lush growth of her humid pubic hairs. She climbed up to straddle him then, and my eyes feasted upon the delicate shaping of her ass as she placed one knee on each side of his supine body.

For a long moment, she poised there, her smooth back erect, her wonderfully firm tits pushed out, their nipples very stiff, one hand still wrapped around his hard prick. Then maman began to lower her crotch, slowly and sexily, guiding the throbbing head of my dad's cock into the enchanted soft hotness of her mound.

Man, it was beautiful! I watched the puffy head pushing up into her elastic cunt lips as maman's weight came down, and saw those succulent lips spreading to take it inside their wet grip. The cockhead slid up and in, and maman's ass came slowly down, taking the rest of the shaft into her vagina, slipping down until the crack of her sweet ass was resting against his balls. She had it socked home then, wiggling as she felt it reach all the way up into her tight and hungry snatch.

His hands reached up and around to cup the cheeks of that crazy ass, and I saw dad kind of roll them together around his embedded prick. Maman rotated her lower body, grinding and hunching delightfully on his buried meat, loving the sensation of this new pole inside her eager vagina.

She leaned over enough to brace her hands flat against his heaving chest, and said down to him: "Greg, Greg-for such a long time, I have wanted to know the feel of your hard prick inside my pussy. We have waited many years, but now-ah, now-fuck me, lover; fuck me well."

Then maman bent over father, taking his head with one hand and lifting it so she could feed him the nipple of her rounded tit. Her fantastic ass made slow, juicy circles, and I knew exactly what her highly trained pussy was doing to his prick, that it was suctioning and nibbling upon the cockhead, that its slippery, hot walls were compressed around his hard meat.

He sucked on her tit, so hard that I could hear the noises, and maman stroked his head as she lifted and dropped her ass in that gently wrenching motion I appreciated so damned much. Was I jealous? Hell no; I was glad for both of them, happy that my father could know the same kind of delirious fucking maman had shown me, happy that maman could enjoy herself with a new student.

And I couldn't help wondering if he wasn't getting a better piece of ass than he had ever known in his lifetime. Maybe my mother couldn't screw so well; she might be sort of uptight, too, and never really let herself go when she was fucking. But then I remembered her lover and knew that she was hot for man meat, but maybe my father didn't turn her on anymore.

Glued to the crack in the door, holding tightly to my own throbbing prick, I watched every sensuous movement they made, and saw dad lifting, humping to drive his cock harder up into that beautiful, steaming pussy.

She was moaning and wiggled faster. Their mouths were locked together now, and I knew that their tongues were darting wildly together, just as his prick was moving frantically within the sizzling, narrow cave of her clenching pussy. His fingers dug into the cheeks of her heaving ass, and dad gave a powerful upward thrust that lifted her into the air so that only her knees were touching the bed.

I saw his balls leap and convulse as the semen went thundering up along his shaft and exploded from the flexing head of his cock. Shivering, I realized what was happening inside maman's blazing cunt, that the thick, heavy cream was spitting there, bathing the walls and layering the cup of her womb with a sticky covering.

Maman bucked and trembled because she was coming, too. I reveled in their joy, in the completeness of their fucking and the mutual ecstasy they were sharing so well. It was a beautiful thing to see, a deeply moving emotion, and it thrilled me. As they lay quietly, with maman on top of him, with his prick shoved to the root inside her lovely pussy, I backed away from the door, silently thanking my grandmother for her presence of mind in leaving the door cracked wide enough for me to watch.

My prick was bucking in my hand, hungry for its own plunge into maman's fantastic cunt, even more anxious now because I was so damned turned on by the idea of that slippery stuff lining her pussy, wondering how it would feel to fuck her only moments after he had.

I could still hear music in my room, and stopped off to piss before slipping down the hall. The slightest touch of my fingers on my swollen prick sent shudders through it, and I hoped I could make it with maman later, as she had promised. Man, I needed that piece of frantic ass after what I had just seen.

But there was still my sister to be taken care of. She had to be drawn into this sexual circle, or she'd be more trouble than any of us could handle. So I peeped into the room and saw her zonked out across my bed, lying back with her feet on the floor. I grinned, knowing that the few drinks of wine had been too much for the kid, that she had crashed, and it made it a whole lot easier for me to do what I had to do.

Claire was wearing cutoffs, and I looked at her legs while I was climbing out of my own jeans and shirt. She was pretty cute, lying there so quietly like that; her legs were very slim, almost thin, but with a certain innocent sexiness about them. My prick was standing out like a flagpole when I eased over to the bed and sat down on the floor at her feet.

Gently, I touched her knee and listened to her heavy breathing. My sister didn't stir, so I reached up and very carefully unbuttoned her cutoffs. She muttered something in her sleep as I pulled them slowly down over her legs and bare feet. Her skin was petal-soft and tanned to a golden brown. She wore panties, thin nylon things that whitely clung to her hips and out-lined her small mound. I had to be even more careful with them, struggling to pull them down and not awaken her.

I froze with her panties at her knees when Claire said, "Hey!" But she didn't move and didn't say anything else. Looking up, I saw her eyes were closed and figured she was still zonked, but I didn't dare try to do anything with her blouse and bra-if she wore one. Uncovering her lower body would have to be enough for now. Cautiously, I moved her panties down her willowy calves and pulled them over her feet.

Then I took a good, close look between her slightly spread thighs. My sister's little pussy was beautiful; there was just a sprinkling of dark hair around it, concentrated mostly along the pouting lips. It looked just a little puffy, and its shape was intriguing. Where the sun hadn't gotten past her bikini, the skin was startling white and called attention to that adorable, elfin cunt.

Claire's belly was flat and her thighs barely rounded, but they didn't detract from the loveliness of her untried cunt with its mere dusting of pubic hairs. Carefully, I touched a fingertip to them, and they were feather soft and silken, a pure pleasure in tactile sensation.

Gently, I parted her legs, moved them wider so that I could crawl between them, and I trembled at the feel of her knees against my chest. Easy, I told myself, take it very easy and slow, or she'll come up yelling and screaming, and the whole plan would blow up, ruining everything for maman and me, and probably shooting down any chances for mom and dad to get back together.

I lowered my face, breathing softly upon those silken cunt hairs, and finally dared to touch the very tip of my tongue to them.