Chapter 6
"I think I ought to invite my brother Dale over here," Joyce said, "he wouldn't dare fink on any of us."
"How old is your brother Dale?" his mother asked, curiously.
"Seventeen," she replied, "and you should see the size of his prick!"
"I'll bet it's not bigger than mine is," Albert said, nervously, hoping it wasn't.
"It's a nine-incher," she said, "how long is yours?"
"Eight and a half," he said. "Of course, where did he measure from?"
"He measured from the inner side of the cock," she said, "and I think you might have measured incorrectly, because it doesn't even look like eight and a half to me."
"Oh, it sure is," he insisted, "and you know when you get that slammed up your pussy how big it feels."
"Well, I will admit it nearly choked me when I tried to suck on it."
"Is that right, darling," his mother replied, "well, baby, there's a lot to cock-sucking. It really takes talent. Those girls who work in
Nevada have lessons in cock-sucking."
"No," Joyce said, in shock and disbelief, "they do?"
"Sure," his mother replied, "I've read all about it. There's even a book on how to suck prick. And it was written by a madam who ran a small clean house in Nevada."
"What all did she say?"
"Well, I can't remember it all by heart, but she said something about not sucking too fast."
"I wonder why she said that?" Joyce asked, puzzled.
"A very good reason," she replied, "you see the men were paying for one hour, or until they came. The girls were so anxious to make money they sucked too fast, and in the process of sucking too fast, the men didn't get but a minute or two of pleasure."
"Oh, I see," Joyce replied, "materialism is applied to cock-sucking. That really is disgusting. If you can't trust a cock-sucker, who can you trust?"
"Well, love," his mother replied, "it isn't a matter of trusting a cock-sucker, it's a commercial cock-sucker you can't trust. You see, dear, they're more interested in the money than the cock-suck. That's what makes it so bad."
"Well, there's a lot to be said for married women who go down on their men, too," Albert reminded his mom, "I heard my boss over at my job say one day, 'Hey, when a woman goes to bed, she's grinding out her fur coat. When a man goes to bed, he's getting his rocks off.' "
"Well, there's a lot of truth to that," his mother replied, "yet, I think when someone sucks with love, that's the difference!"
"Well, I guess I'm not very good at what I do," Joyce said, "you know, I'm not really in love with Albert. I'm just curious."
"Is that right?" Albert asked her, "Well, I wasn't in love with you Joyce. I just wanted a good piece of ass, so get that straight."
"Should I call my brother Dale?" she asked eagerly.
"Well, why not?" his mother replied, "but for goodness sakes, don't tell him that Albert's mother is fucking, too. He might get the right idea."
"Alright, I'll call him, it's a toll."
"Don't you worry, I'll pay toll for nine inches," his mother replied.
"Alright," Joyce giggled, as she went to the phone and dialed her home.
"Hello," a voice replied.
"Daddy," Joyce said, "is Dale there?"
"I don't know, honey. He went out a little while ago. Oh, your mom says he came back in and he's up in his room."
"Daddy, would you go get him down at the phone? We're having a little party, and we'd like to have him come over and join us."
"Oh, that would be nice, I hate to see him alone on Saturday night," his father said thoughtfully.
A moment or two later Dale came to the phone.
"Hello," Dale began, "who is this?"
"It's me, Joyce," she began in a whisper, "I wanted to invite you to a little party."
"What kind of a party?" he demanded.
"The kind of thing you and I like to do, you know what I mean. How about it?"
"Where?"
"Well, I'm over at Albert's place, you know who I mean, Albert McGrath. You remember his brother, the one who ran away?"
"I sure do," Dale replied, "he borrowed ten bucks from me. I can't forget him."
"Well," she said, "why don't you come over here, and we'll have us a real fine time."
"Alright, sis, thanks for thinking of me," Dale said.
When Dale put up the phone, his father asked him, "Wasn't that thoughtful of your sister to invite you to a little party?"
"Yes, Joyce is so thoughtful of you. It's wonderful to see how she cares for you, dear. Families these days are torn apart so much, it's nice to know that there are still brothers and sisters who love each other."
He knew what his mother and father would think if they knew that he loved his sister too much.
"Yes, she's a real nice girl," he nodded, smiling to himself.
It didn't take Dale long to get over to Albert's house. He knew where he lived, and he never forgot his older brother Frank, who vanished. As he stepped up to the door, he was a bit curious as to who would be there.
"Well, it didn't take you too long," Albert said, as he answered the door.
"No, it didn't," he smiled, "where's my sister?"
"She's in the bedroom," Albert laughed, "and I guess you've been in the bedroom with her before!"
Suddenly, Dale reeled on him.
"What do you mean?" he shrieked, clutching Albert by his neck, and gasping, "Don't ever talk that way about my sister and me!"
"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean anything."
Hearing the commotion, Joyce ran naked down the steps and ran over to her brother.
"Oh, Dale, don't be angry with him. We're having a party," she said.
"That's obvious," he said, "and I know exactly what kind of a party. An orgy. Who're you fucking with?"
"With me!" his mother called out, as she stood at the top of the stairs, stark naked.
"Oh, Mrs. McGrath," the seventeen-year old boy gasped in alarm.
"Yes, Dale," she smiled, "why don't you join our little party? From what your sweet sister Joyce tells us, you've got a lot to offer, about ten inches?"
"You've been talking, sis," he said, "and I don't need any lip."
"You like it when I drag my lower lip over your prick," she giggled.
"You've been drinking," he said angrily, "where's the booze?"
"In the kitchen," naked Mrs. McGrath called out, "go ahead and help yourself."
"Don't mind if I do," Dale said, "it'll help me to adjust to this fucking orgy!"
He walked into the kitchen, and Albert went with him. Albert had put on his shirt and his pants, and his feet were cold now, as he walked on the cold kitchen floor.
"I see you've been fucking around with my sister," Dale said tightly.
"You're not married to her," Albert reminded him, "She's free to fuck anybody she wants to."
"Yeah, I understand, and it looks like you mother's a les."
"No, she isn't," he said, "I'm fucking her, too!"
"What? A mother-fucker?"
"No, she's an affectionate mother," he said, "You can't blame her if she wants to lick my prick, and suck my ass out now and then?"
"She does all that to you?"
"Why, sure, doesn't your sister do it for you?"
"Damn that blabbermouth," Dale asserted, "never should have fucked her in the first place."
"Yeah," Albert laughed, "I know just what you mean. When you're hot and agitated, you want it like it's the best and last thing in the world. But when your balls go off, you couldn't give a damn."
"That's true," he said nervously now.
"Hey, baby," he laughed, "how about a good juicy screw?"
Into the room walked his mother and when he looked at Albert's mother, he got hotter and hotter. Going over to her, he fingered her snatch and nibbled at her tits with his tongue.
"You're a pretty hot cunt, aren't you?" he said, "You know before your son disappeared, he dropped by to tell me he was in trouble with some dame who wouldn't let him off." -
"Yes," she said, "he told me too. I have no idea who it was."
"It wouldn't have been you," Dale smiled knowingly, "would it?"
"Forget him," she said, "let's go upstairs and take off our clothes. Your sister had done a good job of advertising for your cock. She said it was a ten-incher. I like long hard cock."
"That's good," he smiled, "I'll give you a look at it now. You don't have to wait until you're in the bedroom."
Reaching down, he unzipped his zipper, and pulled out his huge rod.
"Here is my cock," he smiled, "what a lovely mouth you have, I'll bet you could suck it real good."
Excited, she dropped to her knees and pulled the monster prick to her mOuth and tickled the tip of it with her tongue.
"Oh, yes, you like prick, I can see that!"
"Let it all hang out," she breathed eagerly. He fished inside for his nuts, and let them spill out. It didn't take long for the huge tool to go sliding down her throat as he thrust his shaft to her.
"Suck that cock, suck it! Yes, baby, yes, suck that prick!"
Now, the hot-blooded young stud was going to town. He was eager to get all the action he could.
"Suck it! Suck that prick!" he panted.
"She can take those ten inches real good, can't she?" his sister smiled.
"You've taken it enough times in your big mouth," her brother reminded her. She felt rather shy and embarrassed, but she didn't say another word.
"Oh, that's it, Leslie, that's it, cock-sucker, suck!"
He continued pumping his meat to her, as his balls jiggled outside of his pants, as he shoved his cock down her throat. She loved the feel of the huge slippery tool sliding down her throat.
"Oh, baby, eat it! Eat it! Yes, yes, that's it!"
Faster and faster, the huge tool slid down the throat. Now he was ready to juice.
"Oh, ah, suck my meat!" She sucked, and the juicy head shot. As the cock exploded, she pulled farther off the cock so she could taste it. She loved the taste of juicy cum of milky, creamy cock.
Sliding her mouth slowly off his tool, she looked up at his intense eyes.
"That is a big prick," she said, "I guess it is ten inches, just like your sweet sister said it was."
"Now," he smiled, "I'd like to go upstairs and put in a fucking demonstration for you with my sister."
"Alright," she said, "let's go upstairs."
The four of them went upstairs, and when they were in the bedroom, he took of his pants and stood there bare-butt naked.
"Say, baby, you've still got that hard-on."
"Sure, I have, and you know what?" he smiled. "I'd love to shove it up your asshole."
"I don't know about that," Leslie McGrath sighed. "A thing like that could be dangerous."
"I know it could," he said, "but the way I'll do it, it won't hurt."
"How do you do it?"
"I spit in my hand and rub a lot of spit around the head of the prick, and then I stab it up there."
"Well, you'll probably tear me and half kill me with that thing," she complained.
"No, he won't," Joyce assured her. "He fucks me up the asshole real regular."
"Alright," she replied, "I'll do it."
"I'll tell you where I'd like to fuck you," he said, "I'd like to have you bend over the dresser, and let me stab you from that angle. You get a better thrust."
"Whoever heard of fucking on a dresser?" she complained.
Grasping his huge tool, he smiled at her and said, "You want it, don't you?"
She looked at the mammoth tool, and remembered what a fantastic suck he gave her. Then, she was ready to do it for him. Going over to the bed, she pulled off a sheet and picked up a pillow. She threw the sheet over the side of the dresser, and put the pillow down so she could rest her breasts on the pillow as she bent over to receive his cock.
Now she was bent over, her pillow a good resting place for her breasts, and he stabbed her from behind.
"Oh, take it easy!" she complained. "That's a dangerous thing you've got between your legs, remember that!"
"I'll try to," he smiled.
"Baby, why don't you fuck me from that angle?"
Joyce was quickly going over to the bed and picking up a sheet and throwing it over the other end of the dresser. Using a pillow for her breasts, she bent over, too. Turning to young Albert, she said, "Come over here, let me stroke you, and get you excited so you can stab my asshole, too."
"Alright, if you want me to," Albert agreed.
He went over to her, and as she bent over with her ass upturned so he could slide it up there, he thrust forward. The hard hot cock slid up the asshole, and she gripped it. He loved the feel of the cock sliding in the ass, but what surprised him was the electric thrills he felt from the bio-chemical reaction of watching his buddy fuck his mother.
"Fuck that cock," Dale demanded, "fuck it, fuck it, damn it, faster!"
His mother was forced to twist, churn, and wiggle her ass to his cock stabs. With hot lusty impact, he continued rutting her asshole.
"Oh, Joyce, that's the baby, yes, twist it!" Albert told her.
Albert really didn't have to tell Joyce a thing about ass-fucking, for her brother Dale had her ass well-trained. She kept the backfield in motion, churning around the thrusting tool. She gripped it with her ass muscles, and vigorously twisted and writhed in sexual ecstasy.
Dale got a big charge out of watching his sister getting fucked by Albert. It was exciting to see the mother watching, as her son fucked away. The sexual freedom that they all enjoyed was a total lack of inhibition. Each person wanted to derive the ultimate orgasm, the most thrills they could possibly achieve, and they would go to any and all lengths to get this.
"Fuck it! Fuck it!" he panted, "Oh, yes, fuck! Fuck! That's it, twist your tail, grab it," Dale demanded, as the ten-incher stabbed away.
"Oh, baby, it's beautiful," she gasped, "Yes, yes, fuck it, fuck it, ohh, ahh, yes, yes, ahhh!" The hot action didn't subside until she flipped out. It was the most beautiful sex she had ever had, and she loved it when the juices shot up her asshole.
"Oh, baby, fuck it! Fuck it!" she panted. She found herself juicing, too. And this pleased Dale. It proved to him once more that he was quite a fabulous fucker in his own right. His fingers went down to her snatch and he played with her there, enjoying it completely.
Meantime, Albert was getting his rocks off, too.
"Fuck it! Fuck it!" he gasped, delighted.
"Oh, yes, fuck! Fuck! Baby, that's it, yes, yes, ohhh, ahhh, yes, baby, yes!"
The action subsided when Albert got his rocks off in Joyce's asshole. Joyce juiced, too, and his fingers playing with her clitoris got some of the sticky substance.
"Oh, baby, I love it," he gasped, "yes, yes, that's it!"
I'll
Their action had brought them to a pinnacle of pleasure heretofore unknown to all of them. Apparently, watching each other get it was half of the thrill of doing it.
"I think we all need something to eat," Albert's mother smiled. "Are you hungry?" she asked, looking directly at Dale.
"For your pussy," he smiled.
"Well, darling, why can't we do this?" she smiled, "Feed you from our snatches!"
"Well, what do you suggest?"
"What could be nicer than a honeyed pussy?" she smiled. "Come downstairs and I'll get the honey container."
She went downstairs to the refrigerator and found the honey. Then she made it a point to stick it in her cunt, and squeezed the plastic container, squirting the honey all over herself there.
"Give me that, too," Joyce insisted, pulling the honey container from her as if it was as valuable as gold.
"Of course, dear," she said, "but don't get pushy."
"I'm sorry," she said, "I guess I was in too much of a hurry."
Now she was ready to get the action she wanted. With both women's cunts well honeyed, Dale smiled, "You know,. I'm still going to be hungry!"
She went back to the refrigerator and glanced around for a moment. Then she got a good idea. She took out some turkey slices, and said, "I'll place these turkey slices on my body, one on each tit and one over my cunt. After you've eaten them, you can have your dessert."
"I want to do that too," Joyce said, "let me have some, too."
"I don't know if there is enough turkey," she said, "but I'll see."
She counted the pieces of turkey, and discovered she was one short.
"Well, we'll just have to tear this piece of turkey in half," she smiled. "Each titty can be one-half a slice instead of one slice."
"That sounds good to me, mom," Albert smiled. "I've got to hand it to you, mom. You've sure got ideas."
"Well, son," she said, grasping the ten-inch hard prick, "something like this is a big inspiration!"
"Well, thank you, Leslie," he said, patting her behind. "You've got a nice tight ass, too."
"I'm glad you liked it," she said, "I thought you were going to wreck it with that huge cock. But you do it right. You know how to fuck. That's obvious!"
Joyce was getting a bit jealous of her brother getting so much attention. She tried to console herself with the fact that as soon as she got home, she would have him exclusively.
"Well, to bed we go," she smiled, as she turned around and went up the stairs.
"I can't wait to eat your snatch," Dale told her.
His mouth was watering to suck on her and eat at the same time. It was combining sex and the gourmet's mouth. Actually, these two areas of activity were not as far apart as one might imagine.
The two women lay on the bed, one oblivious of the fact that she was twice as old as the other, and her own son was watching.
"Now, eat your turkey titties," she smiled, as young Dale began licking around her breasts, and nibbling at the turkey.
His hands massaged her breasts, while he ate the turkey without using his hands to feed himself. She loved to watch his mouth gobbling down the meat. It made it all the more exciting, and she could hardly wait for his mouth to be pressed to her vagina lips, licking and sucking inside of her.
Meantime, she was glancing off at her son Albert, as he eyed Dale, watching how he ate his turkey. She was indeed delighted and excited as she watched the action.
"Suck, suck that titty," she insisted, as Dale's tongue lashed around her nipple.
"Oh, baby, that feels so good," she panted, excitedly.
"Yes, baby, yes, that's it, that's it," she panted excitedly.
Faster and faster, he moved. Finishing one piece of turkey on one tit, he went to the other and ate it. Then he moved down to her snatch, and as he nibbled the turkey off it, he looked at its hairy plate. Once he had finished the turkey, he noticed the hair was dewy. The moisture clued him in as to just how excited she was. Dale thought it would be fun for her to wrap her naked legs around him. He always loved the inner thighs of a woman pressing against his body when he was eating her snatch.
"Alright," he smiled, "now I eat!"
His tongue dipped inside of her. And he lashed eagerly away. As the tongue swept at her clit, and he tasted the honey, two stimulations surfaced. The desire for delicious food making his increase the sucking sounds. The sucking sounds added to the erotic delight, to the sexual ecstasy that was flashing up and down Leslie's spine.
"Eat my snatch, eat my snatch, lover, eat it!" she gasped and groaned, like a rather turned-on mother.
Simultaneously, her son was licking away at his juicy vagina. His tongue dipped inside, and it swept around.
"Eat that cunt, eat it! Yes, eat! Eat pussy!" she panted.
"Oh, yes, yes, that's it, that's it," he panted. Now they were enjoying the sucking all the more, as Albert's tongue tasted the honey. Joyce didn't take long to juice. She threw her legs around his neck, and pushed her pelvis up, so his tongue could have a better stabbing position.
"Eat my pussy, baby. Eat it, yes, baby, that's it!" Joyce panted, as her fingers ran through his wavy hair.
"Albert, lover, yes, Albert, suck, suck cunt, suck my juicy cunt," she begged. With all of this action continuing, it was a question as to who would finish first.
"Suck my pussy," Albert's mother moaned. "Yes, baby, suck it, suck it, Dale, eat me!"
Dale was a quick eater, and he finished her snatch fast. With a lick and a lash, he pulled out of her. Looking up, he reached for her titties and pinched them and smiled as the pain surfaced.
"Hey, baby, didn't that feel good?"
"Oh, yes, Dale, your tongue is as good as your cock, and that's a tremendous thing."
"I'm glad you like it, doll," he smiled. "You're a real groovy mom!"
Dale was delighted that his sister and he had gotten together with Albert and his mom, Leslie. It almost amused him to see Leslie look at her son with longing.
"You know what?" Dale smiled, "I'd like to see you suck off your son."
"That would be easy," she smiled, "I love him. Why wouldn't I want to please him any way I knew how?"
From her own warped view, Leslie has fooled herself into thinking there was nothing wrong with carrying on with her own son, as long as she wanted to. However, down deep she knew different. She had been brought up in a different manner, and even though temporarily the booze and the loneliness had warped her thinking, she still knew the difference between right and wrong. But, at this erotic moment, she was delighted to display her ability to suck.
"I need a drink first," she smiled nervously.
Her lower lip quivering betrayed her emotional insecurity. Dale watched her, studying her. He knew that she had something in common with him and his sister. The relationship was called incest. It was a dirty word, and to have sex with one's own sister was a vile act. And, he also knew that young Albert was a mother-fucker. And she, a son seducer. Perhaps it was their own depths of depravity that teased and excited his imagination so. In any event, the whole idea of mother and son sucking and carrying on ignited his imagination.
Leslie went out for drinks, and when she came back, she slurred her words.
"Well," she said, "do you want to see a mother suck her son off?"
Slapping her on her bare behind, Dale nodded, "Yes, Leslie, suck it!"