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CHAPTER FOUR

Debbie let herself be thoroughly soaped and scrubbed by her masterful son while she held back her tears. A little sob escaped her each time his soapy fingers probed and cleaned the various sensitive areas of her body, but she did not try to resist him.

His toweling was as much an investigation as a drying, and Debbie watched apprehensively as her son's cock grew long and hard, jerking excitedly.

"Unhh! Oh, Danny!" she cried, feeling her cunt begin to burn and ooze with his brisk rubbing, and hating herself for being unable to deny the pleasure her own son was giving her. Then Danny took her in his arms and kissed her full lips, while his hands fondled her soft hips and fleshy asscheeks. Her jugs flattened against his chest. Despite her fear and her painful memories, and her horror at incest, Debbie felt her body responding.

Unable to help herself, her mouth opened, allowing Danny's tongue access to that warm, wet oral cave. Her own tongue met his, and soon her ass was wriggling with excitement. Her legs parted automatically, allowing his hands to slide up her full thighs. His other hand played with her big bouncy jugs.

Before she knew what he was doing he had placed her hand on his cock. She squeezed it for a second, moaning into his mouth, and then started and pulled her hand away, as if from a hot stove.

"Come on," Danny said, grinning. "I know you want to. You really turned on a few times last night, you know." He laughed. "At least you did after I started fucking you."

Debbie turned red but didn't answer him. She groaned as her son's fingers probed the heat and dampness of her fat-lipped cunt.

"Ohhh, Mom," he sighed, nestling closer and dropping his face to the pillow of one fleshy jug. "You're gonna love what we do. You'll get used to me." He looked up at her. "We'll be fucking every day now, as many times as I can get it up. No matter what time it is, or what you're doing, you're gonna get fucked!"

"Danny!" the horrified mother cried, "d-don't talk that way! It's, it's awful! Even, even if I wasn't your mother, I should have some choice in the matter…" Her voice drifted off at the sight of the look in her son's eyes.

"Your cunt belongs to me," he said evenly.

Debbie's heart sank. Was she nothing but a sex slave now? No, she couldn't let that happen!

Possessed by a perverted new idea, Danny led his mother to his own bed. Grinning evilly, he rolled her over and shoved a pillow under her belly, lifting her fleshy buttocks into the air. They quivered with her movements and she felt her son begin to stroke and kiss them.

He was such a long time at this that she relaxed a little, unable to deny that his gentle hands and warm lips felt good on her tender, spanked ass flesh. She was quiet, when his tongue slipped lower, brushing over her bung, and she moaned.

He positioned himself over her. "Grab your cheeks, Mom!" he ordered roughly, "and spread em wide!"

"Oh, God!" she cried, realizing what he intended. "Don't do that to me, please!" He slapped her ass until it glowed a bright pink and the tears ran down her face.

"Don't make me," she moaned. "Please don't make me!" But he watched, trembling with anticipation, as she slowly reached back with both hands and grasped her soft cheeks, pulling them apart.

"Oh, wow, Mom!" Danny exclaimed. "What an asshole!" Debbie's bung was wet and reddish in color toward the deeply indented center, and it was smooth and perfectly hairless. He touched it with a finger and watched it shrink as her cheeks tightened.

"Ohhh," she moaned. Not even his father had touched that sensitive, forbidden ring of muscle! She felt it reflexively pucker as Danny prodded it.

"Please, son, don't do this to me! I'm your mother! I love you! I don't want you to hurt me!"

"Relax, Mom. I'm just gonna fuck your ass, that's all."

Debbie sniveled and then drew in a sharp breath as he pressed his warm face between her spread buns and kissed her asshole wetly, lapping his tongue the full length of her parted crack. She shuddered as his tongue swept over her asshole, and then returned to circle the pleated ring of muscle.

At first Debbie whimpered and cried as her son forced her to accept the rim job. Then she began to shake and moan from the excess of passion brought on by his bung-tickling tongue. She continued to hold herself exposed as he removed his lips and lowered his body.

"Oh, Danny, I love it! Use your tongue! Please!"

Debbie hadn't meant to tell him that, and was more surprised than ha son to hear such words leaving her lips. But she couldn't deny the thrill she felt when Danny's tongue returned and laved up her sweaty ass crack until it located the prominent pucker of her pulsating asshole. He pressed against it, and Debbie arched her back.

Danny felt rather than saw his mother's voluptuous body bow and shake under the quick invasion of her rosy asshole by his hot tongue. It was embedded to his lips, and he reveled in the sheer nastiness, the forbiddenness, of what he was doing. His fingers located her stiff clit and pinched it, feeling it twitch in response.

The young boy thrilled at his mother's tastiness, slithering his tongue in and out of her soft, grasping hung, thoroughly exploring its heated depths.

"Unghh! Ahhh!"

Debbie felt her son's hot tongue sliding into her asshole and groaned, thrusting her butt higher and pulling harder with her hands. She shivered with obscene pleasure as Danny's tongue thrust in joyful opposition to her pumping hips, and cried out for more.

Danny was surprised by the ease with which his mother's asshole accepted the wide length of his tongue. Her asscheeks quivered on each side of his face, and as he diddled her clit he could feel hot juice spilling into his palm. Her moans and cries and the shaking of her hips told him she was about to cum.

His own mother was about to cum while his tongue was in her butt! And maybe because of that! The more he stabbed and sucked her pouting shitter, the more she squealed and shook. Suddenly her hips heaved and she ground her clit against his fingers. He plunged his tongue all the way into her clenching asshole and nipped at her bung with his teeth.

"Unngh! Cumming-g-g!" Debbie howled and beat on the mattress with her fists as a burning fireball of orgasm was unleashed in her belly. Danny held on behind her, his own passion at fever pitch. His rock-hard cock was jerking and swaying like the boom of a shaky sailboat.

"OK, Mom," he panted. "On your knees. Higher."

When his mother was positioned to suit him, Danny clambered up behind her until his cockhead nudged the soaking folds of her large-lipped pussy. His big red cock bulb bumped her everywhere, and soon was glistening with a coating of her hot cunt honey.

Danny stroked the rim of her bung with a forefinger. Debbie sighed. She was no longer capable of even a token resistance, at least not physically. All she could do was moan and protest weakly while her body betrayed her by enjoying every dirty thing her son did to her.

The finger slipped into her shitter past the second knuckle. He shaved two fingers of his other hand up her cunt. He felt both heated tunnels twitching in response, giving his fingers hard squeezed. His thumb swirled back and forth across the soft, hanging folds of her pussy, smearing her twat-cream as his fingers pulled out and then were almost sucked back inside the twin tunnels, separated by the thinnest of tender membranes.

Danny couldn't ignore his cock a minute longer. The head was so swollen and shiny that it looked ready to split, and his balls were pulled up tight against the base of his fleshy prick spike.

"Oh, Jeez! I can't wait! I've gotta stick in now!"

Debbie only groaned and pressed her face against the bed. Her big boobs were squashed under her body, the white flesh oozing out the sides.

Danny centered his rubbery cock against his mother's tensed ring of spit slick ass flesh. The bulb burned her with its heat, and she became frantic with fear.

"Now!" he said as he felt her move, and then thrust downward.

"Yahhhhh!"

Debbie screamed and her body stiffened as Danny's huge prick split her virgin asshole. She shrieked at the top of her voice, then twisted and tried to pull away from the impaling pole. Danny grabbed her wrists and pinned them above her head as he felt his balls slap against her hot, wet pussy.

"Muhhwahhh!" Debbie moaned, feeling her tender shit-chute filled to the bursting point by her son's fat cock. His hairy balls rubbed the loose lips of her aching twat. He was all the way in! She squirmed and wriggled under the incestuous buggering, but then the pain slowly eased and his hips began working vigorously.

"Huhhh…" The wet sloshing of his bloated cock and the rhythmic slapping of his belly against her bare ass heightened her unwanted and shameful lust.

"Aghh!" Debbie cried as one of Danny's hands slid under her hip to tease her wet snatch. Her ass began to hunch up against his fucking prick.

"You like it now, Mom?" she heard him ask.

"Ump." Debbie shuddered with his movements, her body bouncing and glistening with sweat. Danny released her hands and, with his own hand thus freed, returned to her shaking buns, grabbing and spreading them, and stabbing her wet, rubbery asshole even deeper.

Then both his hands slid up to clutch the large jugs which had squeezed halfway out between the mattress and her chest. He tore at the spongy melons and aching nipples, milking them violently as his mother cried out her ecstasy in harsh, sobbing gasps.

"Aghh! Ohhh! Unnnghh!" Danny quickly followed, his lurching, aching balls pumping huge globs of thick, creamy cum from his jerking cocktip, filling her pummeled bowels with liquid heat. His body sagged against her fleshy buns. Then, as he sighed, he told her how good it felt.

When his mother began to squirm beneath him, Danny eased his deflated cock from her gripping sphincter. The withdrawal was accomplished with the aid of several sharp tugs, and was followed by a succession of noisy wet farts.

"Ohhhh…" Debbie buried her face in the bed, hugely embarrassed. Her poor bung burned and her bowels felt strangely empty. But try as she might she could not deny that her climax had been one of the most powerful of her life.

The subdued mother knew that butt-fucking was perverted but, having tasted it, she was honest enough to admit that if her son wanted to shove his huge chunk of cock meat into her shitter again, she wouldn't be able to resist. She gingerly turned around and sat up, feeling Danny's jism running from her cum-packed asshole. Her heavy tits swung and bounced before him.

With his sperm cooling under her butt, Debbie lifted one huge, white jug and giggled it. "Kiss it," she said softly. "Suck it for me."

And she cradled his head as he leaned over. He nursed strongly for a while, his face sinking into the doughy flesh of his mother's warm tit. Then he put his arms around her and tenderly kissed the column of her throat and nibbled on her chin and lips.

Then he pulled her head down and covered her full lips with his, drawing her hot tongue into his mouth and sucking on it. Debbie hummed and took his feeling the passion building again.

"What's next?" she asked, smiling, forgetting that he had debased her, disciplined her, raped her cunt and ass.

"I'll think of something," he replied, "but you probably won't like it. At first." He watched as she remembered and shivered at his grin.

Kate wandered through her empty, silent house. Although there was housework to do, the thirtynine-year-old widow found herself restless and uneasy. It was past noon but already she'd had a few drinks, hoping to drown her sense of loneliness. The more she paced the house, especially those areas where Tommy's things were strewn, the hornier she became. Her plump and wet twat-lips were sliding over each other with every step. Soon her clit responded to the friction created by them.

Kate walked to the bedroom, unbuttoning her blouse on the way. Her firm jugs wobbled on her chest, the nipples already knotted into stiff, brown spikes. Kate's tits sagged heavily as she bent to remove her slacks and panties, and then she stood erect and felt them slap against each other and wobble back into place.

As she ran her fingers through her dark brown cunt-lips, she suddenly thought of Tommy. Wouldn't he just love to walk in on this? Strangely, she wasn't as excited as she wanted to be, nor had she been since she'd allowed Tommy to peek. With no way of release her exhibitionistic tendencies, her solitary pleasure was dulled.

But her tight cunt was terribly itchy. Kate spread herself out on bed and propped a hand mirror between her upper thighs. She felt a bit depraved, but ordinary finger-fucking wasn't going to bring her off this time, she knew. She'd have to work on her body as if she were a stranger, and as if that stranger was male, and very much interested in foreplay.

Lifting her magnificent breasts from the sides of her chest, Kate began to gently fondle them, noting how her large brown nipples, already stiff, turned a dark red at their ends. She rubbed them with her palms, breathing slowly and deeply as those hot hard lumps of sensitive flesh rolled around under the caress. "Ohhh," Kate moaned as her hands slid off those twin tits. They fell back to her chest, quivering into place.

Pinching her fingers and thumbs around the purplish pointy ends of both nipples, she pulled until her milky jugs were wobbling in the air, held up by only her nipples by her fingers. The strain was painful. Her nipples felt ready to burst. Hot honey ran from between the folds of her cunt.

Kate lowered her tits to her chest and cuddled them as she lewdly admired the hairy mouth of her pussy in the mirror. It was grossly exposed, the spongy pink inner folds distended and jutting in a wet pout from the center of the hair-fringed outer folds. Her dark clit was straining fiercely upward, and she rubbed it lightly and moaned.

Changing her tactics, the passionately aroused young widow fucked it from side to side, gasping all the while. Her cheeks were a bright red, and her tits were shivering with excitement. She tormented her clit with tantalizing circular motions, then dipped a finger into the creamy flaps beneath it.

"Ahhhh!" she moaned, squirming as she pulled out her dripping finger. She looked at it for a second, then popped it into her mouth before she could change her mind.

"Mmhhh," she sighed, sucking on her slippery digit. It tastes good! She thought, vaguely surprised. Warm, and not too thin, and not at all sticky! She reached for more. For a number of minutes she dipped and sucked, probed and licked, swallowing her own sweet juices. As she did this she stared into the mirror, studying her clit. It throbbed, seeming to move with a life of its own, reaching up and pleading to be kissed. But there was no one to kiss it, and hadn't been for a long time.

Briefly Kate considered bending over and trying to reach it with her tongue, but knew she'd never make it. Her full-fleshed body was nowhere near that flexible. She toyed with the hard bud for a while, catching it between her fingers and slowly and gently turning and twisting it.

"Ummihhhh!" Her hips were dancing and her asscheeks were tense. She spread her legs wider, and the puffy pink opening between the lips clenched and squeezed out a small stream of hot honey. It trickled into the deep cleft of her round ass, coating her bung with its soothing warmth.

She knew then that it was time to get down to serious business.

Lifting both heavy breasts, she aimed her large, rubbery nipples at her opened mouth. With a little effort she was able to steer both tit-tips into her hot oral cavity. She closed her lips and teeth over them, the slight pain increasing her pleasure. She then tilted the mirror so she could see the kinky sight of her forty inch jugs stuffed into her sucking mouth. The lower half of her face was buried under white flesh, muffling her ecstatic moans.

With both hands now free Kate mashed her pussylips together, making her honey froth up. She rolled the folds and stirred them furiously, and her inner juices flowed all over the bed. Her fat, pink cunt meat protruded like a hungry, toothless mouth when she pulled back on her hairy pubic bone, and she moaned behind her tits.

Tossing and writhing ecstatically, her harsh breathing interspersed with unintelligible grunts, Kate inserted two fingers into her nibbling pink cave. God! She was burning and throbbing! It hadn't felt so good in years! Fluttery spasms coursed up and down the rippling tunnel of her cunt, and her inner muscles clamped down on the wriggling fingers back and forth, in, our, press up, press down. Her mind wildly ordered her fingers as the fire began to build in her belly. Visions of cocks, stiff and fat-headed, floated before her eyes. Long, mammoth cocks, dripping with urgent need, and all lined up waiting a turn in her gripping-lipped pussy.

Her hands worked faster, one probing, the other scrubbing, as she bit and chewed on her bursting nipples. Oh, God, she felt horny enough to strap on a dog without a second thought. Her fingers became those waiting cocks. One cock, then another, filled her, dumped its load, and was replaced by yet another in the endless line of hard ons.

One was Tommy's! He was standing there with his fat prick in his hand, its round, mushroom-like head swollen and purplish above his fist. He was looking at her gaping cunt. His hand was pumping faster and faster, his nuts pulling up, ready to spew their boiling load! Oh, no, not before he shoved it in!

Kate gasped with dismay. "No! No!" she cried to her long-gone son. "Don't shoot!" Her fat tits jumped from her mouth as her climax struck, and she writhed and bawled, climbing to the heights of intense pleasure.

Exhausted by the tremendous culmination of her self-manipulation, Kate sighed and her shaky mind calmed. She remembered her fantasy and shuddered. God, she'd actually believed Tommy was going to blow his wad in his hand! And she'd wanted it in her pussy!

What kind of mother fantasized about her son's cock? She felt the return of excitement when her mind recreated the image of Tommy's meaty cock as she'd seen it in the bathroom that one time she'd lost control. "But he's only a kid," she breathed aloud and, try as she might, she couldn't keep her mind from repeating that phrase over and over again, much like a musical tune stuck in her head.

Had she been too hasty in packing Tommy off to her sister's? Should she have faced her unnatural desires, fought them with him at home, instead of taking the easy path?

The next night, Ruth played with herself before turning out the light, but she was careful to keep her cries down. She was also careful not to let her nephew's image intrude on her fantasies. But it was difficult not to think about Tommy when the boy was sleeping only a few rooms away.

It was a little unnerving for the woman to have her sister's son staying with her. First of all, he was so lean and handsome that he reminded her of her fiance. More importantly, she suspected that he was jerking off, for she'd heard his cot rhythmically creaking. And that too reminded her of her fiancЋ, and of his fat prick. Al had been a wonderful, considerate lover and the pain of his loss was as strong now as ever.

She drifted off to sleep, her hand stuck between her plump thighs.

A few hours later her door slowly opened and Tommy crept in, his heart in his throat. He could see his aunt clearly in the bright moonlight shining through her thin curtains. Wearing nothing but his pajama bottoms, he inched up to her bed. The twin mountains of her tits rising and falling with her breathing nearly caused him to groan aloud.

Please don't wake up! He silently prayed. Slowly, he pulled the sheet down to her waist. Oh, shit! Those huge, creamy melons were covered only by a thin, lacy nighty!

The round top of his aunt's nighty was held together by a long silk ribbon. Tommy gently tugged on it and the bow came undone. Carefully, his face hot and flushed, the horny young boy parted the frilly material. Ruth's breasts rolled out slowly and majestically, gleaming as they sagged slightly away from each other. They quivered and rippled to a stand-still, the nipples dark and huge, just like his mother's!

Holding his breath, Tommy lowered one hand until he could feel the heat of his aunt's breast radiating against his trembling palm. Too horny to consider the risk, he placed his hand directly on the soft tit, groaning as it sank into that living pillow of flesh.

Gently stroking the mammoth boob, he circled the large, crinkly areola with a single forefinger. Then he bent and kissed her long, rubbery nipple. Pursing his lips around it, he gave it a few tentative sucks, keeping his eyes on his aunt's relaxed face. His cock poked its bulbous, purplish-red head out of his pajamas, and the slit was leaking.

Tommy quickly halted his nursing when Ruth shifted to her side, but since her breathing was still shallow and regular, he was encouraged to explore further. He drew the sheet down until it was gathered at her knees. Then he slowly lifted her nighty. When Tommy saw his aunt's bare asscheeks, twin pale white moons, he licked his ups and eyed the shadowy place where her plump thighs met.

Luckily, she was resting with her knees drawn up a bit, her sleek buns protruding. He saw a slice of pink flesh and a lot of hair where her fat, honey colored muff was. That bit of pink flesh looked moist, and it smelled awfully wonderful, so Tommy craned his neck and stuck his tongue out, touching it very lightly.

"Mmrnhhh…" Ruth mumbled and shifted. Tommy froze and his heart leaped. But she didn't wake, so he rubbed the tip of his tongue against the roof of his mouth, savoring the tangy flavor of a mature woman's pussy for the very first time.

Tommy carefully caressed his aunt's milky ass flesh and his fist began pumping his prick. Without even thinking of the consequences, he pressed his hot lips to the smooth, white skin of those generous cheeks, peppering their softness with wet kisses.

Ruth moaned again and the boy drew back, his fist blurring over his meat as he eyed her hot looking pink gash. The steamy, faintly fishy odor of her weeping cunt was a powerful aphrodisiac to the inexperienced young boy.

But, just as he was about to cum, Ruth snorted and mumbled, turning and sleepily reaching for the drawn-back sheet. She pulled it up around her shoulders just as Tommy was racing out the door. A few minutes later he was pouring great globs of jism into the toilet, grunting and panting with his powerful release.

After Danny had left his sister, Martha dressed and returned to her uncle's house. As soon as she was inside, Walt slid his hands up her hot thighs to grope at the dripping folds of her little cunny. Martha hunched against him and sighed.

"Oh, baby," he groaned, stepping close to her and cupping her left tit with a large palm. "You're the best!"

Martha felt her thick juice slickening his fingers path, and shook as they probed her silky, sensitive cuntflesh. "W-what about Joan?" she managed to ask, jumping as his thick middle finger wriggled up her wet pussy hole.

"She's the best too," Walt sighed. "But she's taking a shit or something now. When she gets back, you'll both be the best."

"Uncle Walt, please," Martha groaned. "I don't really want to… I want to tell you something. Oh, God!"

Her uncle had knelt and shoved, his head under her skirt, and was now tonguing her pink cuntlips surrounded by red hair. Martha wriggled her ass as his lapping threatened to bring her off.

"Unhhh," she groaned as his head quickly nodded between her plump, freckled thighs. "Oh, Uncle Walt!"

Walt's hot breath gusted on her rosy, oozing gash, and she moaned again. She lifted her skirt and saw him looking up at her, enjoying her reaction.

Seeing how excited his little niece was, wait put a hand on each side of Martha's pouting, red haired pussy and parted the big outer lips. Her interior was a deep pink, and the small opening of her cunt tunnel was palpitating wetly. He touched the watering cunt mouth with his finger and Martha writhed, blushing a deep, crimson as she felt a flood of cunt-honey lubricate her already dripping pussy. She remembered how she'd drenched his whole face the last time he ate her cunt out.

Walt's mouth was hanging open, and his cock felt huge and tense in his pants, ready to shoot. He shoved his finger into the narrow hole again, grinning as Martha squirmed as if impaled on a fence post. The fat, juicy lips of his niece's cunt was one of the most beautiful sights he'd ever seen, and he pressed his lips to the tiny maroon clit poking out of the carrot-colored curls above his disappearing finger.

"Ahhh!" Martha jumped as the middle finger of his other hand teased between her plump butt cheeks. Her buns twitched, involuntarily contracting her little brownie as Walt tickled it.

"Jeez!" Walt exclaimed. "You oughta see how stiff your clit is! It's just standing up and begging to get sucked!"

Martha groaned and hunched over again as her uncle dragged his tongue up and over her agonizingly erect clit. It was throbbing almost painfully now, protruding further from its hood than she had ever seen it. She tossed and bucked, and then emitted a little yelp as Walt's searching finger slid up her tight bunghole. The finger scoured her, and her winking assring burned from his continual goosing. "Yaghh!"

Martha shuddered as Walt's teeth nibbled lightly at the big spike of her tingling clit. He gently chewed and nursed on it while Martha went wild with one cum after another. Her grunts and cries echoed throughout the house. Finally he used his tongue to soothe every inch of the raw, aching nubbin. While he was doing this, he slowly pulled his finger from the hot, gripping tissues of his niece's tender asshole.

"Ugh!" Martha groaned as the finger popped out and her butt ring clamped closed tightly.

Walt watched his niece stagger to a chair. Her freckled cheeks were flushed a bright pink, complementing the red curls framing her face.

"Oh, wow," she gasped, her little body still trembling from her last orgasm. She looked at her uncle.

"What I wanted to tell you," she said, "was that Tommy's fucking Mommy."

Walt stared at his niece. "You're not serious."

His voice trailed away. He could see that Martha wasn't joking. He thought of Debbie and Tommy in bed together, but the emotion he felt wasn't disgust or anger. He remembered how, when they were little, he and Debbie had showed each other what boys and girls had between their legs. He relived the excitement he'd felt then, and groaned.

"Joan!" he called. "I'm going over to Debbie's for a few hours!"

He turned to Martha. "Come on," he said with a determined smile. "I'm going to find out if the saying 'like mother, like daughter' is true!"