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CHAPTER THREE

Martha walked home the next morning in a state of blissful inattentiveness. Her uncle, aided by his hot-twatted daughter, had licked and screwed her until well after midnight, and then had started in again early this morning. She could still feel his cooling jism on her inner thighs.

She let herself in the house and walked toward her mother's bedroom. She didn't know why but something seemed different, even strange. She opened the door.

"Mommy!"

Debbie was still tied with her legs above her head, her plump, round ass upthrust. She'd tittie fucked to a frazzle, her large, reddened snatch-lips swollen and hanging heavily over the distended mouth of her cunt. Dried flakes of her son's cum coated her blonde curls and the pink folds. Danny lay next to her, his lips lazily nursing on one huge, hanging breast. Debbie looked half-dead as the result of one orgasm after another, for when Danny's cock would no longer rise, he'd continued to finger her pussy, rubbing her clit and pinching the long, pink flaps draped over his mother's dribbling hole. Martha's astonished cry jolted Debbie into a fuzzy awareness that it was morning, and that her daughter had returned. She also knew that she had to piss. Her eyes gradually focused, revealing her young daughter in the doorway, her mouth and eyes wide with incomprehensible horror.

Martha, still reeling from the joy of losing her cherry, found herself reliving the scene she'd happened upon last night. She could still see her uncle's fat cock, dribbling its cream. Her eyes darted from her mother's widely stretched, blonde haired cunt to her brother's limp, meaty cock, and she began breathing faster. She was confused by the emotions awakened in her by her mother and brother in this scene so reminiscent of last night.

Her nipples hardened and her tender, well fucked little cunt started to ooze. She moaned. Was every member of her family perverted, including herself? Although she'd loved what had happened to her, she knew how wrong it was, and felt guilty that her body was ready for it to happen yet again.

Danny jumped off the bed, his cock swaying heavily between his thighs as he ran to his stunned little sister. "Come on, Sis," he said, taking his sister's limp wrist. "Let's go to your room and talk, OK?"

"NO, DANNY! NO!" Debbie screamed, pulling at her bonds. "NOT MARTHA! PLEASE! NOT YOUR OWN SISTER-R-R-R-R!"

Trance-like, Martha allowed herself to be led from the room, and Danny closed the door behind him. They didn't hear their mother's anguished, shameful moans as she pissed a strong yellow river across the bed.

Danny put his sister's hand on his limber cock. "Hold onto this." He grinned, walking backwards and leading his sweet younger sister by his cock. He could feel his balls beginning to churn.

At almost the same time that Danny was thinking of fucking his sister, Kate Dodge was in the bathroom, eagerly anticipating a leisurely finger fucking session.

She was completely bent over, peeling her damp panties from one ankle. Her ripe ass faced the door, her full, smooth-skinned cheeks drawn apart from her lewd, position. Suddenly she felt a gust of cool air hit the exposed ring of her puckered bung. She froze for a second, refusing to turn around.

Tommy had been walking down the hall toward his room when he'd heard his mother in the bathroom. He'd been planning to jerk off while thinking of the big tits she'd exposed the other morning. But now, if she was getting in or out of the tub, he had a chance to see all of her naked body!

His hand closed over the doorknob and gently twisted. It turned in his hand. She forgot to lock it he exclaimed silently, his heart pounding in his chest. He pushed it open a crack and peered within, and choked back the cry that rose in his throat.

His mother was naked, all right. But best of all she had her back to him, and he could see the wet pink ring of her asshole above her hairy, partly opened cunt.

Kate finally nerved herself up enough to turn her head slightly, checking the reflection in the mirror. She saw the bathroom door slowly opening, giving her young son an unhindered view of her naked body. Time seemed to stand still, to flow around the paralyzed mother and not touch her as her eyes bulged with shocked disbelief. There, in the mirror, was the skulking form of her son, and the front of his pants bulged with a gigantic lump!

"Oh, God!" she mumbled to herself, flushing a deep scarlet all the way down to her hanging, shivering tits. What could she do? Turn around and create an embarrassing fuss? The damage was done now. It was too late to protest. He'd already seen everything!

Then Kate saw Tommy rubbing the front of his pants. Her heart pounded with the realization that her horny son had gotten a hard-on by peeping at her naked body. But did she really mind all that much? Had she really forgotten to lock the door, or had she subconsciously wanted her son to see his mother's lush nakedness, to catch her masturbating? She only knew that she was intensely excited by Tommy's voyeurism.

She remembered a dream she'd had a few weeks ago, in which Tommy had been praising her big tits and telling her she should be posing for some men's magazine. The dream had caused her profound guilt at the time.

How can I be doing this? The excited mother wondered. Bent over like this! I know he can see my asshole, and he'll wonder why I don't straighten up. God, he's sure to suspect something!

But Tommy was in no condition to suspect anything. He was so overcome by the sight of his sexy mother's open, hairy pussy and bare, wobbling jugs showing between her shapely, parted legs, that she could have been wearing a dunce hat and duck's feet and he wouldn't have noticed them. His fingers trembled as he pulled his zipper down and fumbled for his dripping cock.

The truth was, Kate was afraid to straighten up. She was afraid that she might run and grab her son in her desperate passion. So she pretended to examine her toenails while still watching the mirror with her eyes. When she saw his movement she groaned with excited dismay. Tommy's cock was bobbing from his opened fly!

This was the first time Kate had seen her son's prick since he was a baby. It was husky and red tipped, and as he fisted it she saw the round tip swell.

"Ohhhh," she groaned softly. Her reaction to seeing her son's hard meat appalled her, but she couldn't control her emotions. Ten years! She thought. Thirty-five years old and I haven't been fucked in ten years! She felt that life was passing her by.

Kate knew that boys fantasized when they jerked off, and she flushed again as she realized that Tommy was using her body as the imaginary sheath for his hard cock. Her cunt contracted with the need for an orgasm.

Helpless to deny her body's needs, she squatted a little and rubbed the hot, wet lips of her lonely pussy. Oh, God, she thought, I'm giving him awful ideas about me!

The mirror caught the excited, wide-eyed expression off her son's handsome face as, still bent over, knees trembling, she played with her hairy twat, trying to erase the guilt and fear she harbored, trying to forget the crisis which was developing in her happy home.

Oh, if only her husband hadn't died with her sister's fiancЋ in that stupid car crash! But he had left a part of himself behind in Tommy.

Soon Tommy's excitement began to rub off on her. She was discovering how pleasurable it could be to have her forbidden cunt fingerings viewed by her son. She rubbed the swollen petals of her inflamed, droopy-lipped twat with exaggerated movements, her richly curved body shaking with perverse pleasure.

"Ummm," she sighed softly, strumming her out-thrust clit with her thumb while secretly watching her son's white-knuckled fist slide back and forth over his fat cockshaft.

Watching his eyes, Kate slipped two fingers into the drooling slot that had not been invaded by anything else in ten years. "Ahhhh," she moaned loudly, closing her eyes and tensing her quivering ass. Her throat sucked air noisily.

Tommy stared at the spread, bright pink petals of his mother's pussy as they surrounded her gently swirling fingers. The pouting, hanging folds gleamed with pussy honey, and he licked his lips. He beat his meat faster and harder.

Kate pumped her fingers furiously, but they weren't spreading her cunt as wonderfully as Jeff's cock had. She remembered her screams of passionate joy, and how her husband had grimaced as his scorching cum-wads jetted into her contracting cunt, bathing her torn cherry with soothing warmth. Jeff's handsome, grimacing face.

But now she was looking at Tommy's face. She saw his mouth hang open, and his eyes bulging, and then she saw him run his tongue around his lips. She knew where he was looking, and she shuddered.

And then her son's eyes closed tightly, as if he was in pain, and she dropped her gaze to see his fat-tipped cock spewing huge globs of white jism into his cupped hand.

"Uhhhh! Hunhhh!" Her son's orgasm brought on her own, and her tits and ass shook like jello as she came. She dropped to her knees on the bathroom floor. One hand continued working on her twitching pussy while the other grabbed at a heavily swinging tit. She hardly heard the latch on the door click as Tommy departed with a handful of sticky cum.

Danny stood naked before his sister, his fat cock waving in the air before her face. Martha was sitting on the edge of his bed, her dress hiked up to her waist. Danny had been surprised to find his sister walking around without undies, but he wasn't one to question a gift horse in the mouth, so to speak.

"Ever see one of these before?" he asked, making his cock jump up and down.

"No," Martha lied, fascinated by her close-up view of her older brother's cock. She tried to imagine how his cock had looked sinking into her mother's blonde-haired snatch, but all her mind could visualize was how her Uncle Walt's had looked going into Joan's tight pussy.

"Take hold of it," Danny said. "That's it! Use both hands. Now squeeze me a little. Yeah-h-h-h, ummm!"

Martha couldn't help being excited by her brother's fat cock and, as she held its heated throbbing girth in her sweaty hands, she knew she would let him fuck her. She could smell her brother's balls. The odor wasn't unpleasant, just masculine and sort of arousing. She licked her lips, remembering the first time she'd seen Joan suck off her sleeping father. Danny's cock was smaller, but not by much. At least the head wasn't as enormous as Uncle Walt's.

Danny shivered when he saw his sister lick her lips, and he inched a little closer to her, standing between her parted knees. This was one thing his mother hadn't done. The thought of sticking his prick into his mother's mouth just had not occurred to him. But with Martha's pretty, pouting lips so close that he could feel her every breath, he knew that he had to have her swallowing his cum.

"Martha, would you, uh, would you kiss it a bit? Huh?"

Martha looked at the dark pink head sticking out above her pumping fists. There was a bubble of almost clear liquid running from his open hole. Could she?

Danny saw the hesitation in his sister's face, but he also realized how horny the youngster was. He'd had no trouble getting her to handle his prick, and she hadn't objected to his hiking her dress above her waist. And fucking his mother so many times had taken the edge off his horniness. He could afford not to rush her.

Martha's lips were now only a few inches from her brother's prick-knob. Her eyes almost crossed crazily as she stared down at it and removed one hand to cup his soft, egg-shaped balls. Danny groaned and gently thrust his hips forward.

"Oh!" Martha exclaimed as the sticky drop left his cocktip and smeared her upper lip. She swiped at it with her tongue. It was faintly salty and not at all unpleasant.

She looked up at Danny and opened her mouth, and gulped down the head of his cock. The boy rose up on his toes when he felt the wet warmth of Martha's mouth covering the tip of his prick. And then her tongue was running around the shaft and rubbing across his oozing piss-slit.

"Oh, Jeez, Sis!" he cried, grabbing her ears and trying to pull her soft lips down the full length of his cock.

Martha took her other hand away and allowed her brother to pull her head toward his hairy groin. She fought back the urge to gag and soon felt his wiry pubic hair tickling her nose and lips.

She swallowed the saliva filling her mouth and Danny groaned. "Do that again," he whispered in a shaky voice. "Do it harder."

Martha immediately sensed that she had the upper hand in this relationship. Her brother was helpless, a slave to the demands of his throbbing cock. She gulped and swallowed a few more times, enjoying Danny's sighs and moans. Then she pulled her mouth away and stared at the dark wet head of his prick.

"C'mon, Martha," Danny pleaded. "Suck it some more."

But the horny younger girl only squeezed his meat and watched some cream ooze from his pissslit. She rubbed his leaking hole with her thumb, smearing the greasy stuff all around. Then she jacked his shaft some more, while her free hand grabbed his swollen balls and began playing with them.

Danny moaned as his sister's fingers rolled his tender nuts and then tightened around the sac, gently twisting it as she squeezed.

"Ahhh, careful!" he groaned, his hands tight on her head.

Martha released the boy's fuck-sac and began jerking him off with both hands. He sighed and grunted under her massaging fingers, the hard shaft tingling as the soft, loose outer skin slid up and down.

"Oh, God!" he cried. "Don't stop!"

Martha saw the big knob above her fists swell until it looked ready to burst, but she kept pumping. Danny was moaning and trembling, his hips matching her rhythm. Suddenly she saw the flaring slit of her brother's cock pulse wildly. A huge glob of cream shot out and splattered against her nose and upper lip.

"Oh!" She instinctively flinched, then caught herself and jammed her mouth over the shooting meat.

"Mminmmrnph! Ugg!" she choked, then sucked and swallowed rapidly.

"Mmmmm," Martha hummed around her brother's succulent cock. Her mouth was full of hot cream, and then was empty as she gulped. The process repeated itself seemingly endlessly.

Danny felt his sister's lips tighten around his prick, and then groaned as her tongue swirled around the spurting tip, lashing at the burning eye, exciting him beyond belief. He watched her curly head ride up and down on his spamming cock meat, thrilling to the feel of her soft lips sliding down his cock on a slick coating of jism.

"Ah, Jeez!" he groaned. His whole crotch was aflame. Martha sucked harder on his exploding prick met, loving the hot, slightly salty, meaty masculinity. She sucked so hard that Danny felt like his balls were being drawn up through his cock.

She sucked him dry, then nibbled on the soft, wet tip. Later, she began to drift into a light sleep, her mouth slipping away from his wet, limp cock shaft. Danny was not sleepy, just worn out fix a while, so he went and checked up on his mother. He stood there naked, hands on his hips, staring at the mess on his mother's bed.

"Jeez," he said, "you pissed the bed!"

Debbie tried to turn her face away, but couldn't. She stared at his limp, sticky cock. "Did-did you…"

Danny grinned. "No, I didn't fuck her." Debbie relaxed and sighed with relief until he added, "I let her suck me off!"

Debbie's mouth dropped open, and her eyes widened with shock. Was this casual, self-assured lecher her son?

"She swallowed every drop, too," Danny added. "Felt better than fucking you. No offense." He reached out and touched one of his mother's large, hanging pussylips.

As she moaned in shame and pain, he pinched and rubbed it between two fingers. He pulled it away from her blonde curls, making it stretch until the pink lightened in color. When it was distended beyond belief, he let it snap back.

"Ohhhhh!" Debbie wailed, and let out a succession of loud fans. Danny back up.

"Phew!" He wrinkled his nose as Debbie sobbed with embarrassment.

"P-please, son. Let me up," Debbie begged. "Let me go to the bathroom."

"Well," Danny tormented her, "you do need a bath. But that can wait for an hour or so." He pretended to leave. "Danny! Wait!"

He turned back. "What now, Mom?"

"Danny, I, I've got to go to the bathroom!"

"I know. But if you don't tell me exactly what you want to do in the bathroom, I'm gonna leave you here, right on the pissy bed."

Debbie saw by the look in her son's eyes that he was dead serious. He'd leave her there unless she humbled herself further.

She closed her eyes. "I, I want to shit, Danny."

"OK, Mom." His eyes gleamed. "But you've got to be punished for pissing the bed." He patted her upturned ass. "I wonder what a spanking would do for you?" he mused.

"Oh, Danny! No! Please!" Her plump cheeks quivered enticingly with her struggles. The tan ring of her asshole visibly opened and closed as her muscles tensed, and for just a second Danny caught of glimpse of its inner pinkness.

He lifted his hand and held it a foot above her ass, and let the tension build. For a moment he studied his mother's smooth, white ass and wondered how he could have ignored it during their night of wild fucking.

"Jeez!" he exclaimed, "have I got plans for this ass!" And brought his palm sharply down on one richly curved cheek.

"Oh!" Debbie squealed as the firm flesh compressed, then turned pink.

Again and again his hand landed hard and her body lurched with the stinging pain.

"Yeow!" the bound woman screamed shrilly, her hips wriggling and humping in a futile attempt to avoid the blows her son was raining on her completely exposed ass.

Danny alternated cheeks, and soon the pink skin turned a hot red. The sight of his mother's naked ass quivering beneath him released all the pent-up emotion within him. His cock was rigid and jerking, monstrously engorged.

"Oh, Danny! Danny!" Debbie sobbed, "Please stop! I can't take any more!"

Danny saw the juices flowing in his mother's cunt, and watched them dribbling down the spread crack of her ass. Her bung glistened wetly, tensing and puckering.

He raised his hand again. "Will you do what I tell you?" he asked. Debbie looked into his eyes, saw the wildness lurking within, and quickly nodded.

"No matter what?"

"N-no matter what," she sobbed tearfully.

"OK, I'm going to untie you. Then you're gonna take a shit and get washed. And I'm gonna help. Right?" Debbie shamefully nodded again. It took a while for the circulation to return to her hands and feet, and Debbie had to be helped into the bathroom. As she was about to sit on the toilet, Danny bend her over and said, "Take a shit. Do it now."

"Ohhh," Debbie whimpered with shame, her face glowing redly from her deep embarrassment. "No, please," she begged softly, "don't make me do that. Please, son."

"Do it!" he ordered loudly, "or I'll slap your ass silly!"

Debbie strained, but the position and her fearful dismay kept her sphincter locked up tight.

"Guess I'll have to help," Danny grinned. "Don't move, now."

Danny felt his mother flinch as he touched her sore ass, but when his finger slid down and probed her bung, she tensed even more.

"Oh, Danny, no, please," she whimpered. "Don't touch me… there!" Her last word came out as small yelp as her son, without any warning, stabbed his middle finger through the tight ring and into her dark ass depths.

"Aghhh! No! No!" She tried to jump up, but Danny's other arm around her stomach prevented her.

"Hold still!" he yelled, hooking his finger in her ass to hold her fast. He pulled her back into position.

"Uhhh, uhhh," she groaned as his finger, now fully inside, stroked in and out and made little circles. Danny suddenly felt something hoi and mushy touch the tip of his finger.

"Squeeze, Mom!" he cried. "Squeeze that shit out or I'll suck it out with the vacuum cleaner." His finger retreated as the shit moved down her tunnel. Danny pulled his finger free and kept his eyes glued on the wet, opening ring of his mother's asshole. The pink inner lining showed now. Then Debbie grunted, and the pink disappeared as a long, fat, oily brown turd slipped out of her shitter. It dropped into the bowl with a loud splash and the distended asshole popped quickly shut.

"That all, Mom? Don't lie, I'll find out."

Debbie couldn't trust her voice. So many different emotions were swirling in her tormented, aching head that she merely nodded, eager for this nightmare to end. Danny flushed the toilet.

"OK. Into the tub." Danny turned on the faucets and then climbed in, waiting for his mother to join him. "C'mon, Mom." He smiled. "Once you're cleaned up, we're gonna have a party. And you'll never guess who's coming!"

"And," Ruth read aloud to herself, "since Tommy hasn't seen you for a while, I thought I'd accept your invitation."

Ruth smiled, and suddenly looked very much like her younger sister. Kate and Ruth might have been twins except for the color of their hair. Where Kate's was a very dark brown, Ruth's was honey colored, gleaming with occasional golden strands. Physically Ruth had once resembled Kate, but now she was a bit overweight. Several well-intentioned friends had told her that she was the perfect model.

Maybe I'm growing old, she thought, but a youngster around the place might liven things up. Never in her wildest dreams could she suspect the real reason her sister was sending Tommy, for Ruth had except for an all-too-brief moment of glory led a very sheltered life. In her innocence she was looking forward to gossiping half the night with her young nephew.

When Tommy got off the bus, she greeted him wearing cut-off jeans and a man's white dress shirt. Ruth didn't allow her overblown figure to dictate what she wore. She dressed for comfort, no matter what others thought.

"Hi!" Tommy ran up to his aunt, waving his hands, and Ruth gathered him in her arms and kissed him.

God, she thought, he's grown! Tall and handsome and lanky! Well, no wonder, considering his father. But she quickly suppressed those thoughts, leading as they did to memories of her fiance.

"Well," she said, holding him at arms' length, "you've grown some. Here, let me help you with your bags."

She led the way to her car and Tommy hung back, feeling his face he watched his aunt's extremely large ass wobble and roll. Most guys would've called her fat, but to her young and horny nephew, Ruth was the sexiest thing, next to his mother, that he'd ever seen.

"Jeez!" he muttered to himself, "what an ass, and knockers like watermelons!" They were even bigger than his mother's, although he had to admit they drooped a bit, but that was probably from sheer weight. The round, jiggling globes of her ass and tits kept Tommy's interest all the way to the car. And in the front seat he managed to accidentally rub his arm against the side of his aunt's right tit more than a dozen times before they'd arrived at her house.

Ruth's home was old. The rooms were small, the ceiling low, and the furniture was inexpensive. And when she took him on a tour, all Tommy did was stare at the back of her white thighs and her butt.

"Here's your room, Tommy," Ruth said. "The bathroom's at the end of the hall. You unpack while I check on supper."

Tommy eyed the bathroom door, then her big ass and those heavy jugs. Oh, God! Maybe she's as careless as Mom! The boy realized she was overweight, but her ruddy cheeks and dark, flashing eyes helped compensate for her more than robust charms. And her face was round and smooth-skinned, with full, pouty lips.

Before going to bed that night, Ruth took a bath. Tommy had never thought of peeking at anyone until he'd actually seen his mother's sexy body, and then she'd sent him to her sister's. But now…

He waited a bit, his heart pounding, and then tip-toed down the hall in his pajamas. Just as he glued his eye to the keyhole, his aunt stepped from the tub.

Tommy nearly fainted. Her heavy, wet tits glistened under the fluorescent lights, their tips and sides dripping water. Her nipples were extremely large and reddish-brown, and the spiky ends were so hard and puckered that he was willing to bet they could be pinned into a board like two nails.

And then the older woman was vigorously toweling herself, bending over to dry her shapely calves and feet, spreading her ass right in front of him! Tommy gulped at the sight of her hanging pussylips. They were split open a little where her hole was, but clung to each other over her clit, which he couldn't have seen anyway because of all the wet, honey-colored hair plastered over the top of her bulging, well padded snatch.

Between her parted thighs he saw her dangling jugs slightly flattened against her upper thighs, actually bulging out to the sides a bit. And then she stood, her fat, round ass wobbling before him, the cheeks so full and tight that nothing could be seen inside the deep cleft.

Tommy's breath wheezing out as he remembered just in the nick of time not to whistle. Now that Ruth was standing, he saw that, there was a little space between his aunt's plump upper thighs which allowed her large-lipped pussy to be seen. He waited until she was almost dressed, then ran quietly down the hall and hopped onto the cot in her spare room, feigning sleep. He was sure he'd have a story to tell Danny when he went home…