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CHAPTER EIGHT

Greta Smith brought the sleeping bags from the storage room and spread them out on a gymnastics mat on the floor of the dance studio. She and her son lay side by side on top of their sleeping bags, relaxing after their energetic fucking. The lights in the studio were still on, beaming down on them like spotlights. Greta had no intention yet of trying to sleep. She doubted that either she or Patrick would get much sleep tonight.

She glanced at the reflections of herself and Patrick in the wall mirrors, admiring the lines and proportions of their naked, athletic bodies. Ballet training built such beautiful, flowing lines. Although Greta hadn't performed professionally in many years, although she wasn't in the best condition possible, she had maintained her figure through daily stretching and ballet exercises.

She rolled toward Patrick, stroked his handsome profile with the tip of her finger, outlined the square muscles of his chest and rippled her fingers over his abdominal segments. His cock lay resting over his balls, as magnificent soft as it had been hard. Greta stroked the long spongy cock, remembering a donkey she had seen on a farm during her girlhood in Sweden. She had never dreamed that she would one day have a son with a cock as big as the cock of that donkey, or that she would be lying next to him naked one day, caressing him.

"Tell me, darling," she said, "why is it you enjoy my finger up your asshole when I suck you?"

Patrick had his eyes closed, as if he were doing. "It makes the sucking feel twice as good, that's why."

"What do you feel?"

"I feel something in my asshole that feels just as good as my cock when you rub it." He opened his eyes and smiled at her. "You mean you've never had a finger up your asshole?"

"Never, darling."

"Or anything else?"

"Anything else like what, for example?"

The boy glanced down at his cock, which immediately swelled up away from his balls, stood vertical far a moment, then fell back against his belly with a thudding smack, like a tree falling. The boy's fully erect prick looked grotesquely huge against his slender body.

Greta watched his cock throb. "Such a thing is surely impossible," she said, although her asshole tingled as she thought of Patrick's cock entering it.

"It's not only possible," Patrick said with a grin. "It happens every day."

Greta shook her head. "I cannot believe it. It would kill a woman."

"I've had my cock up the assholes of half the ballerinas in this school," Patrick said. "And they're not only all still alive, but they're always begging for more. They can't get enough."

"Animal!" Greta said, both joking and serious.

After what she'd seen earlier through the two way mirror, she could believe. Patrick had seduced half the girls in the school. She could not believe, however, that he had penetrated even one of their assholes with that donkey-cock of his.

"Wanna try it, Mother?" The boy held his cock upright, grinning wickedly at Greta.

Greta flushed, a rush of excitement and fear going through her and making her shiver. "I tell you, it would kill me. It is not possible."

Patrick sprang to his feet. "Be right back." He performed a flying leap through the doorway as he exited, his massive cock pointed straight ahead of him like a battering ram. Greta shuddered at the thought of such a merciless weapon impaling her asshole, but she had no time to dwell on her fear – the boy was back in seconds.

"Voila!" he said.

In one hand he held a large container of Vaseline. In the other hand he held a smooth, white-plastic cylinder which was tapered at one end and blunt at the other end. The cylinder was slender and nine or ten inches long.

"What in the name of God?" Greta said.

"It's a vibrator," Patrick said. He twisted the blunt end of the plastic cylinder and a humming sound came from the device. "See? The chicks love it. I do too, as a matter of fact."

Greta didn't need to be told… what the vibrator was for. During her girlhood she had shoved various cock-shaped objects into her pussy to masturbate, including carrots and cucumbers. She had never, however, realized that one could buy a specially manufactured, cock-shaped vibrator for female masturbation.

"Wanna try it?" said Patrick. He licked the tip of the humming device and smiled. "It tingles." He touched it to his cock, pressing it to the underside of his prick head. His eyes rolled ecstatically. "Feels good!"

Greta was getting more excited by the moment, watching the boy play with the vibrator and pleasure his cock with it. She lay back on her sleeping bag and spread her legs. Grinning, Patrick dropped down between her legs and started stroking the tip of the vibrator up and down her inner thighs. Greta sighed. It did feel good. When he neared her pussy with the vibrator, she trembled with anticipation. She gasped when the vibrator touched her cuntlips.

"Pull your legs up," Patrick suggested.

Greta pulled her knees to her shoulders, showing her son her swollen blonde-furred pussylips and the seething pink pussy gash between them. The boy vibrated her clit and Greta saw stars. Her toes curled and she groaned.

"Oh, darling!" she gasped. "You dirty boy!" Patrick chuckled, rubbing the vibrator up and down her pussy gash, working it deeper and deeper between her pussylips. Each time the device touched her clit, her clit contracted and the vibrator buzzed louder. Patrick flushed as his excitement increased, and without warning he fucked the vibrator up Greta's cunt as if it were his own cock.

Greta squirmed, wiggling her ass, moaning with pleasure. The vibrator felt marvelous, and as the boy worked it in and out of her pussy, her fuck-juices dribbled out, trickling down her crotch and ass crack. Patrick slipped the vibrator out of her, rubbing it in the trickle of cunt-juice, probing her asshole with the tip of it.

Despite her excitement, Greta was not about to allow the boy to attempt penetrating her asshole with the dildo. She lowered her legs.

"What's the matter?" Patrick said. "You're so wet down there, it'll slip right in. It won't even need Vaseline."

"I prefer not to endure pain," said Greta. "Fuck me with it in the pussy, darling."

"It won't hurt," Patrick said. "You'll love it. I told you, all the chicks love it up the ass."

Greta smiled, unconvinced. She shook her head. "Push it back into my pussy, darling."

"All right, I'll show you," Patrick said.

He popped the tin lid off the Vaseline container and greased up the vibrator with the slick lubricant. Then he flopped back on his sleeping bag, kicked his legs up, pulling his knees to his chest, and inserted the tip of the vibrator inside his awn asshole. Seven inches of the smooth cylinder fucked up his asshole, and he started jacking on his cock.

"Feels great!" he moaned. "Drives me as nuts as it does the chicks."

Greta blinked her eyes, unable to believe what she was seeing. She watched fascinated as the boy twisted the humming vibrator in his asshole and pumped on his enormous cock. The boy's eyes were glazed with pleasure. The vibrator made rhythmic buzzing sounds as his asshole contracted around it.

Greta pushed Patrick's hand away and took hold of the protruding end of the vibrator herself, as if to determine for certain whether this was real. It was real, all right. The vibrations tickled her hand and moved through her arm.

"This is shameful," she said. "My own son, acting in so perverse a manner!"

Despite her words, she was really delighted by the boy's shameless behavior. She twisted the vibrator and fucked it in and out, watching the boy's balls squirm in their sac, watching his toes work sensuously and his head roll from side to side. She could tell by the way he was grunting and moaning as he beat off that his jism would soon be splashing all over his chest and stomach.

Patrick gazed at her seductively. He was panting. "Wanna try it, Mother? If you don't, I'm gonna pop off right now."

Greta slipped the vibrator out of her son's asshole. Patrick released his cock. His legs came down and he sat up, catching his breath.

"I'm vibrating all over," he said. "If I touch my cock now, it'll shoot off like a rocket."

Greta allowed him a few moments to cool off. The vibrator was still buzzing in her hand, its smooth surface slick with Vaseline…

After a minute, she said: "How do you want me, darling?"

"On your hands and knees," Patrick said. He sat up and took the vibrator from her.

"Beast!" With a giggle, she got up on her hands and knees.

Patrick kneeled up behind her and shoved the end of the greased vibrator between Greta's asscheeks.

"Take a few deep breaths and relax," he said. "This won't hurt a bit."

The boy was right. Greta felt the tip of the vibrator enter her asshole, and a moment later the entire device, except for the few inches Patrick was holding onto, was humming inside her. She wiggled her ass excitedly, enjoying the sensation. The boy started to fuck the vibrator in and out. Greta reached up between her legs and began to finger-fuck her pussy.

"Darling, this is marvelous!"

"I told you you'd love it," the boy said. "Feels just as good as having it up your pussy, doesn't it?"

"It's wonderful!" Greta agreed. "Oh, my angel, you know how to make a woman feel all there is to feel."

Patrick kissed his mother's wiggling ass. He fucked the vibrator in and out of her asshole as she finger-fucked her pussy. The juices dribbled from her seething cunt and ran down the insides of her thighs.

"Wiggle that hot ass, Mother! You are just beautiful!"

Greta laughed. Her tits flapped under her, fiery and swollen. Patrick released the vibrator and let it hum untouched in her asshole. As Greta squirmed and gasped, wiggling her vibrator-stuffed ass and fingering herself off, Patrick greased his cock with Vaseline.

The vibrator popped out of Greta's asshole, squeezed out by the contractions of her ass muscles.

"Stick it back in," Greta begged. "I love it!" Patrick kneeled behind her and shoved his cockhead between her asscheeks.

"My, it certainly is hot!" Greta said, unaware that Patrick had replaced the vibrator with his cock.

"I know," Patrick said. He took hold of her hips and fucked half his cock up her relaxed, tingling asshole.

Greta's mouth gaped. It felt as if an arm had been shoved up her ass. When she looked to the side and saw in the wall-mirror that the end of Patrick's donkey-cock was anchored in her asshole, she nearly fainted. She watched with helpless horror as the boy sank the remaining five or six inches of his cock up her asshole, and she screamed in shock.

"Relax!" the boy demanded. "It can't hurt that much. If it really hurts, I'll pull it out." He reached forward under her and started sucking her nipples, making her pussy contract.

Greta panted like a woman in labor, aware of an intense pressure in her loins, but admittedly feeling no pain she couldn't tolerate for the moment. As the boy remained still, letting her asshole adjust to the feel of his cock inside it, the sensation of pressure diminished rapidly, and soon all sensation of discomfort vanished. Suddenly, Greta felt only her son's huge cock throbbing in her bowels, and she couldn't resist wiggling her ass, making it slide inside her.

"Oh, my darling!" she moaned. "It is exquisite!"

Patrick grinned. Greta watched in the mirror as he leaned to the side and snatched up the still humming vibrator from where it had fallen. She watched fascinated as he reached behind himself and slipped the well-greased vibrator up his own asshole again. And immediately Greta felt vibrations from the device travel through the boy's cock and into her own body, as if his cock itself had become a battery-powered vibrator.

"My darling!" she purred. "Fuck me, my angel – but gently. Oh my, this is wonderful!"

She slipped two fingers up her cunt and slowly wiggled her ass. Patrick began to fuck his enormous prick in and out, and she watched him in the mirror. His cock looked like a polished white tusk slipping in and out of her asshole, and as he fucked her, he fucked himself with the plastic vibrator.

"I feel like jumping outa my skin!" the boy moaned. "Man, this is hot, fucking your asshole, Mother! Shit, I could fuck my cock in and outa you forever!"

Greta arched her back, sucked in her waistline, and fucked back fast enough to make her tits flop. Her blonde hair fell past her cheeks, brushing the blue sleeping bag upon which she crouched like a female animal in heat.

She was a lovely sight, she thought as she watched herself, and the Godlike youth mounted on her was even lovelier. The muscles of his smooth body stood out like ropes writhing under his sweat-sheened skin. He was a magnificent specimen of young manhood, and the most magnificent part of his body was sliding in and out of the most intimate part of her own gorgeous body – her asshole. She too felt like jumping out of her skin.

"Oh, my angel, harder!" Greta squirmed as the youth fucked his cock into her, his muscular loins colliding with her ass and jolting her. "Harder! Deeper! Oh, yes!"

She watched in the mirror as the boy rammed, as her body shuddered from the collision. She raised up, leaning back into her son's embrace, turning her head to the side so they could kiss.

"What a woman!" Patrick growled.

He hugged her with his left arm, rubbing his hand up and down her belly, squeezing and massaging her hugely swollen tits, pinching and rolling and pulling on her nipples. Their tongues flapped, darting in and out of each other's mouth.

Greta was in heaven. Every cell of her naked body tingled. She took her son's left hand and guided it down to her pussy so he could play with her clit as he churned his cock in her asshole. She squirmed back against him, grinding her ass against his belly, screwing her asshole on his thrusting fucker. All the while, she kept her gaze trained on their reflection in the wall mirror. The sight of her and her son coupled like this, performing the most intimate sexual act she could imagine, gave her as much mental pleasure as the coupling itself gave her physical pleasure.

"I can't hold it much longer," Patrick moaned, biting her ear, drooling on her shoulder.

"I will come when you do," Greta mumbled, her entire body flashing with goose bumps as a boy gnawed a sensitive spot where her neck joined her shoulder. "Oh, my darling, rub my clit harder!"

The squirming youth was performing several actions simultaneously masturbating Greta's clit, fucking her asshole, licking and biting and kissing her, and sliding the vibrator in and out of his own asshole. He moved like, a well coordinated machine, pleasuring both himself and Greta, driving them both toward climax.

"You are marvelous!" Greta crooned. She could not take her eyes off the mirror. She wished she could capture their performance on film.

Patrick fucked faster, groaning and panting, grinding his cock deeper inside her and sliding the vibrator faster in and out of himself. The vibrations from the vibrator shot through his cock nonstop and into Greta's asshole. The boy's fingers, greased with her pussy-butter, pinched and rubbed Greta's clit until she thought she'd scream from the intense sensations gnawing though her loins. She pressed back harder against the boy, twisting her head from side to side deliriously as he chewed at her neck, as he plunged his cock in her asshole, as he pinched and pulled on her squirming clit. Her tilts swelled, heaving wildly, and fuck-pleasure whirled to a climax in her loins.

"I'm coming!" she gasped. "Shoot, darling – now!"

The boy fucked so fast his belly sounded like a hand rapidly spanking her ass. He cranked the buzzing vibrator in his own asshole with a vengeance. As Greta's loins exploded with spasms, as her asshole began to gnaw out of control at his cock, his cock swelled hugely inside her and flexed so hard her knees were nearly lifted off the sleeping bag.

She cried out in ecstasy as her son's cum-load splatted in her ass guts.

"Ahhhhh!" Patrick bellowed. "Yeahhhh!" He let go of the vibrator and crushed Greta in a fierce embrace with his right arm. His right hand pinched and rubbed her heaving tits and belly. The vibrator popped out of his asshole and he gasped as his jism jetted into Greta's ass. He twisted on her clit, making her nearly black out as orgasmic pleasure shook her.

"Uhhhhhh!" she grunted, delirious, writhing in her son's embrace, her vision so blurred with lust and pleasure that she could no longer see herself in the mirror. "Shoot, ohhh yes!"

She gasped and shivered with each squirt of the boy's molten jism into her ass. She squealed as his cock flexed inside her. When he pinched her clit and nipples, she shuddered with such ecstasy that she thought the sensation would kill her.

"Ohhhhh, Mother!" moaned the grunting, humping, cum-spurting youth. His orgasm became so intense that he whimpered.

Greta fell forward, bracing her hands on the mat, and Patrick fell forward on top of her, licking and kissing her shoulders and neck, moaning as he worked his cock inside her and squeezed the last of his cum into her asshole.

She couldn't hold his weight and she collapsed flat out onto her sleeping bag, rubbing her tits and belly on the silky nylon while Patrick rubbed his smooth body on top of her. She responded to each throb of the boy's cock with a contraction of her ass ring, listening with satisfaction to his exhausted moans.

Within minutes, Patrick was breathing deeply, asleep on top of her, his half-hard cock nestled in her asshole like a dozing snake.

Greta lay awake a long time, watching her sleeping son in the mirror. She looked small under him, like a young girl, almost like Susanne. Susanne has her youth, but I have Patrick, Greta thought. So who is luckier, Susanne or myself?

Great felt quite content and self-satisfied lying there under her sleeping son until she heard him mumble a name in his sleep: "Susanne". At the same moment, his cock swelled and flexed inside Greta, and he humped her ass a few times, and Greta's self-satisfaction turned instantly to shock and envy.

Although she could hardly imagine it, she knew without a doubt that Patrick and Susanne were lovers, that they had coupled with each other, had fucked perhaps many times. The thought of her son and daughter fucking each other both disgusted and excited her, and she shoved her hand down between her legs and began to finger-fuck her cunt.

At that moment, a few miles away from the dance studio in a cozy little brick house with smoke curling from its chimney into the blizzardy night, Susanne lay panting on the bearskin rug in front of the fireplace, her legs up and wrapped around the heaving loins of her father. Her toes clutched sensuously and she grunted with each thrust of his rock-hard prick into her smoldering pussy. Her dad growled, biting her tits, her neck, her cheeks. He'd already given her several hickies, and she knew she'd have to use lots of make-up tomorrow to hide them from her mother.

"Oh, Daddy, keep moving! I can't get enough!"

Her dad looked exhausted, like he'd been through hell, but his cock remained hard as steel and he fucked like the world was going to end any minute and he wanted to die spurting cum. He crushed down on her, grinding his hard, sweaty chest against her tits, plastering his mouth to hers and shoving his tongue down her throat. Susanne clung to him, rocking her loins, rubbing her ass against the fur rug, sucking her dad's tongue and drinking his spit. She couldn't get enough of him. He was a real man.

"Come into me, Daddy!" she crooned. "Oh, Daddy! I'm gonna come!" She sank her fingernails into his scratch-covered back and pressed her belly up against his loins. She felt his cock quivering and bucking in her pussy. She shuddered violently and started to jerk with spasms. "Ohhhhh, Dadddyyyyy!"

The humping, groaning man crushed her to the floor and churned his cock fiercely inside her cunt. As her spasming pussy sucked and squeezed and chewed his pleasure-saturated prick, Morgan's body trembled and his jism surged. He grunted, firing spurt after sizzling spurt of man-cum into his young daughter's pussy. Susanne squirmed under him, fucking wildly.

"Daddyyyy," she squealed. "Daddyyyy!"