Hot and horny family

James Porter
CHAPTER ONE

Her cunt moist from thinking about all the foxy boys at school, young Kathy happily bounced her way home, going around to the back of the house and entering through the kitchen, just like she always did. After placing her books on the table, the big-titted blonde teenager proceeded to the dining room, looking for her mother. She was about to ball out when she heard a sound from the living room. Kathy stepped to the open doorway, and again was about to call out when a flash of motion from the side of the room caught her eye. She stared, frozen in shock. Her mother and Ray, her new father, lay naked on the sofa.

Paula Simpson, at thirty-five, possessed a voluptuous beauty which had only been enhanced by the passing years. She lay on her back, her blonde hair fanning out over the sofa cushion. Here white thighs were spread apart, and Ray was sprawled between her knees. His strong, hairy hips were moving up and down rhythmically, and Kathy glimpsed the thick trunk of his cock as it stroked in and out through the encircling lips of her mother's soft, wet cunt.

The young girl had never before seen two people fucking, and the fact that one of the participants was her mother made the spectacle all the more fascinating. Shaking, her throat dry, her eyes wide, she stood and watched.

"Darling, oh, that's wonderful!" Paula moaned as she humped up against Ray's penetrating thrusts. "Your thing's so long and hard! I just love it, sweetheart!"

"And I love you," Ray declared as he pumped his cock in and out of his new wife's warm, snug cunt. "You're great to fuck!"

Kathy's ears burned.

"Don't use those words," Paula panted. But her tone didn't indicate displeasure-far from it.

"I like, to… talk like that… when I'm in you," Ray said, fucking harder now. "It's not wrong. Say the word yourself."

"No, Ray… ooh, noooh…"

"Say it, baby."

There was a moment of silence during which the lovers continued to fuck passionately. Then Paula suddenly cried out, "Ooh, fuck me… fuck meee! I love your big hot cock!"

Ray began to fuck very fast, making the sofa shake. The sac at the base of his cock shook with the fury of his stroking. Paula gasped and let out little whimpers which became sharper and louder until she was squealing like an animal. She clawed at her husband's brawny back and hugged his hairy flanks with her full, firm thighs.

"Just keep fucking me!" Paula moaned. "Keep fucking me until I can't take it any more!"

Kathy continued to watch and listen in shocked silence. She was aware, through her fascinated daze, that juice had flowed from the glands of her virginal pussy and was dampening the dainty crotchband of her panties. She felt very hot and shaky. Her girlish nipples itched against the fabric of her bra.

Finally Ray gave one last heave and a loud groan. His asscheeks compressed as he held his cockshaft deep within Paula's clutching cunt. Tremors passed through him. Paula shook and moaned voluptuously, lacking him to her as they both came furiously.

After a minute Paula's hands slid off her husband's back and her legs relaxed. The tension left Ray's body, and he sealed his mouth to Paula's. They kissed for a long time.

Kathy realized they would be getting up in a few moments and would see her unless she left right away. Her legs shaking, she hurried soundlessly to the kitchen, scooped up her books and left the house, closing the door quietly behind her. She stood outside, still trembling, trying to recover from her experience.

Twenty-four hours earlier, Kathy's mother had made the shocking announcement.

"Darlings, guess what? Your mother has just gotten married! You have a new daddy!"

With those words, Paula had turned her children's secure little world upside down. The next day, young Kathy hadn't yet recovered from the shock.

Walking home from school along the familiar streets of the Iowa town where she was born, Kathy noted that everything seemed the same. Red and gold leaves drifted down from the rows of maple trees, as they had done during each autumn of her life. The neat frame houses which lined the streets appeared unchanged. Yet in reality everything was different.

Kathy had a father for the first time in her memory, but Ray Simpson didn't seem like a father; She still thought of him as the friendly, handsome stranger who ran the real-estate office where her mother worked. But now Kathy was supposed to call him "Daddy" and to accept him as a permanent resident in their home. He already had moved in and had spent last night in her mother's bedroom.

The latter fact had bothered Kathy in a special way. It didn't seem right for her mother to share a bed with any man, whether they were married or not. Kathy knew that her twin brother Billy agreed. He hadn't said it in so many words, but the way he had acted last night and again this morning, as they walked to school together had made his feelings clear to her.

This afternoon, Billy was playing football, and all the classes in the junior high school had let out early so the students could attend the game. But Kathy hadn't felt like watching it and had decided to go directly home. She had hoped her mother would be there alone and they could have a private talk. Instead, she had stumbled upon her mother and Ray fucking. She knew nothing could ever wipe out the memory of what she had seen and heard. Her mother had behaved like an animal with that man-that man whom Kathy was supposed to call "Daddy".

However, even as she condemned him, Kathy couldn't help but wonder how it would feel to have his cock inside her cunt, stroking hard, the way he had been stroking her mother. She unconsciously rubbed her hot cunt mound through her light-blue dress. When she realized what she was doing, she jerked her hand away.

Kathy also realized at that point that she would have to go back into the house. If she were to remain standing outside, her mother or Mr.

Simpson would see her through and wonder what was wrong.

The young girl opened the door, entered the kitchen for the second time, and noisily banged the door shut behind her. She cleared her throat and called out, "Mom!"

She heard a gasp and muffled words from the other room. Then there was the sound of hurried motion.

Her mother called, "Just a minute, darling! Stay right there for a minute!"

"Okay, Mom,". Kathy replied, struggling to keep her voice steady. She walked to the refrigerator and noted that her hand was still shaking as she removed a container of milk. She took a glass from the cupboard.

"Well!" Paula said from the doorway behind her. "You're home early today."

Kathy turned and confronted her mother, who had put on her dress and shoes. Her hair remained mussed, however, and her lipstick was smeared. She looked to Kathy like a bad woman from some cheap movie-the kind of woman who picked up men in bars.

"I, uh, was taking a little nap," Paula said self-consciously. "How come you're home so early?"

"There's a football game." Kathy turned away and poured some milk into her glass.

"Billy's playing?" ''Yes."

"If I'd known, I would have gone to see him." Kathy remained, silent.

"Baby?" Paula asked her daughter hesitantly. "Is everything all right?"

"Sure," Kathy replied. "Why not?" She continued to avert her eyes.

"I don't know. You seem, well, sort of strange." She moved up behind Kathy. "Tell me the truth, Kathy, are you upset because I got married?"

Kathy took a sip from her glass, then asked, looking straight ahead, "Where's Mr. Simpson?"

"Kathy! Call him 'Daddy', won't you?"

"Where is he?" the girl asked again, her tone sharper.

"He's, uh, upstairs."

"Why isn't he at his office?"

"For the same reason I'm not. We only got married yesterday. He has to go out in a little while, though, and close an important deal he's been working on. Then we're going to go on a short honeymoon."

Kathy turned to stare at her mother. "You're leaving? For how long?"

"A few days. Aunt Maude is coming to take care of you and Billy."

"Oh, no, Mom! Not her!"

"Why not?" Paula seemed surprised.

"She wears that awful hearing aid. And she's mean."

"Kathy, I don't understand you today!"

Suddenly the young girl put down her glass and hurried from the room. She ran upstairs. Her new stepfather was nowhere to be seen as she went to her bedroom. She closed the door behind her and threw herself across the bed.

She was still throbbing with excitement over the shock and fascination of watching her mother and stepfather fucking. She couldn't get over how gross and animalistic it looked. But there had been a wild beauty about it, also, which had excited Kathy deeply.

She rolled onto her back and stared at the ceiling. After a few, moments, she lifted her knees, drawing her feet up onto the edge of the bed. Her skirt slid back to, her waist and she moved her thighs apart, just as her mother's thighs had been. She placed her hand on the warm, damp crotchband of her panties and stroked gently, pressing the thin nylon against her tingling, young cunt.

Her clitoris was firm and extremely alive with sensation. It felt good when she pressed her hand against the little bump. But she knew it would feel even better if her panties weren't in the way and if the folds of her slit weren't gathered over the sensitive organ. She decided to slip her hand inside her panties.

Kathy drew her skirt high around her waist. She looked down at herself and admired the sleekness of her thighs, which had grown considerably fuller during the last year. Her hips had rounded out also, but her belly remained nearly flat in the pink panties that hugged it.

She slid her hand under the band at the top of her panties and shivered as she stroked her smooth tummy. Then her fingertips encountered the downy blonde hair that covered her cunt mound. Her bush still wasn't full. She didn't have half the amount of hair on her cunt that her mother had. Kathy didn't know whether to be proud of the hair or to be ashamed of it.

Her fingers crawled deeper between her thighs, the back of tier hand stretching her thin panties outward. She watched the hump in the cloth move ~s she fingered the dainty, slick lips of her adolescent cunt. That felt very good. The tips of two fingers ventured between the soft, slippery folds to stroke the even more sensitive surfaces of her omit and finally to seek out and tease her thrusting little clit. She pinched the tip and rubbed it.

Oh, God, that feels wonderful! She exclaimed inwardly.

She closed her eyes and thought about her stepfather. She imagined that he was above her, thrusting his wicked, hard cock at the opening of her cunt-entering it and stroking up and down, rubbing her clit as her own fingers rubbed it at that moment.

Her other hand stroked the firm mounds of her hot young tits. They weren't nearly as large as her mother's, but Kathy's nipples were hard and thrusting inside her bra, and she couldn't imagine that her mother's nipples were any more sensitive than her own.

She panted and moaned softly, writhing as she stroked her wet cunt.

Then suddenly, she thought of what an awful thing she was doing, and she jerked her hands away from her pussy and tits. She quickly wiped her moist fingers up and down along her thigh as if she were attempting to rid herself of contamination. Then she rolled over onto her belly, pressing her face against the bed. Her skin remained waist high, exposing her firm, youthful ass in the cute, pink panties. But there was no one there to admire it.

Later that day, Kathy found it difficult to face her mother and Ray. At dinner, she kept her eyes averted most of the time, and she spoke only when she was spoken to. She noticed that Billy was watching her, evidently wondering what had happened. But he, too, was having his troubles adjusting to the fact that his mother had gotten married and had brought a strange man into their home.

Billy was a handsome, blond teen who was well developed for his age, having come into manhood a bit earlier than most of his friends.

While Kathy and Billy were tense throughout the evening meal, Paula chattered happily and lavished smiles on her new husband, who returned them with equal warmth. This show of affection between the two troubled Kathy.

Just whom did this Ray Simpson think he was, anyway, she thought, coming into their home and turning her mother into a sex maniac? It wasn't right! It seemed to go against the instruction which her mother had always given her: Avoid temptation. Yet there she was, throwing herself at a men and engaging in sex with obvious pleasure. The fact that they were married made it all right in the eye of the law, but this had no effect on Kathy's feelings. Ray Simpson wasn't her father, she declared inwardly, and he never would be!

After dinner, Kathy went up to her room. She tried to study but found it impossible to focus her mind on English and math. She kept seeing, over and over, the spectacle of that man sprawled between her mother's thighs, driving his rigid cock in and out of her cunt. And the picture her mother presented was even more shocking as she hungrily humped to meet Ray's brutal thrusts.

Kathy grew excited all over again, and guiltily slid her hand down between her thighs to stroke her warm, tingling cunt.

She wished Billy would come to her room so they could talk. For some reason she hesitated to go to him. She was confused about everything.

To make matters worse, her mother was going to leave tomorrow, and her aunt would be here. And what a drag she was! With the old-fashioned way she dressed, she looked as if she belonged in an old folks home, even though she was only a few years older than Kathy's mother.

Aunt Maude had never married, and Kathy thought that was her main trouble. Kathy herself intended to get married someday. But there were all kinds of marriages, and the kind that her mother had just entered into-at her age, with two children-wasn't right, in Kathy's opinion. It simply wasn't right at all!

Kathy went to bed early and lay in the dark, thinking about everything that had happened. She heard mother and Mr. Simpson moving around in the next room. Despite a conscious effort not to do so, she visualized them getting ready for bed, then climbing into bed together.

I wonder if they're going to fuck again tonight? She thought.

There was a balcony that ran along the front of the old frame house, passing in front of Kathy's room and her mother's. French windows opened onto the balcony, and Kathy considered the possibility that she could walk out there and peek into her mother's room. If she and Mr. Simpson had the lights out, there wouldn't be anything to see. But if the window was open, which it usually was, Kathy would at least be able to listen.

It would be wrong, she knew. But everything seemed wrong about the present situation, so what harm would there be in committing another little wrong herself?

The real question was, did she want to spy on her mother and Mr.; Simpson, or didn't she? She had mixed feelings about that. She thought about how she had felt when she had watched them fucking on the sofa. She had been terribly shocked and offended, but the fascination of the sight had been even stronger. If she could have kept her mother from sleeping with that man, she would have done so without hesitation. She would have kicked him out of the house, In fact. But there was nothing she could do to stop what was happening.

She stealthily climbed out of bed and padded across the room to the windows. It was a warm night for early October, and she could go outside in just her nightie. In fact, she grew warmer as she stepped through the window onto the balcony.

As soon as she was out on the balcony, Kathy could see that the lights in the next room were on. Also, the shades were not drawn. Neither she nor her mother made a practice of pulling the shades at night because there was a huge tree in front of the house which prevented anyone from seeing their windows from the street.

Tension mounted within the teen girl as she silently crept along the balcony, edging closer to her mother's windows. Kathy wondered what her mother and Ray were doing right then.

Staying close to the wall, she reached the edge the near window. She stopped there and leaned far enough in front of the window so she could just barely observe what was happening in the room. Since the other half of the window was open a few inches1 Kathy could beer what her mother and Ray were saying.