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CASE HISTORY FOUR

Case Subject: Beatrice G. Age: 56

Sexual History: Married to a much older man, Beatrice G.'s sexual appetite increased as she grew older. Her husband was unable to satisfy her, completely, and yet he didn't want to divorce her. Instead, they planned for her to seduce younger relatives. With the help of her husband, Beatrice G. had sexual relations with her son, nephew, and grandson in many of the affairs, her husband watched and masturbated himself.

ANALYST: Do you have sexual relations with males other than your husband?

BEATRICE: Of course. Harry can't give me all I need and crave.

A: He helps you seduce your partners?

B: Yes. Harry has been real understanding. A real dear. And it helped him out, too. He's a voyeur.

A: He watches?

B: Yes. He loves to watch me fuck another man and jack off. Sometimes he joins in for a three-way swing.

A: But why incest? Why did you select members of your own family to seduce? Why not strangers?

B: We did think about fucking outsiders and then rejected the idea, entirely.

A: Why?

B: Blackmail. We're wealthy, and our entire family is influential. We simply couldn't take the chance.

A: Were there other reasons.

B: Yes… I think so.

A: Name them.

B: Well… the first kid in my family we seduced happened to be my grandson. And I've had a hard on for him for quite some time.

A: He excited you, sexually.

B.: Indeed yes! I've jacked off with him in mind many times.

A: How old is your grandson?

B: I think Jackie is twelve-years old. He's just beginning to get hairs around his cock.

A: And your husband approved of this plan?

B: To seduce Jackie? Oh yes, he was all for it.

A: Why?

B: Erotic scenes turn on Harry. He has trouble erecting without a strong visual scene. As he watches, he jacks off.

A: Did you have a difficult time seducing your grandson?

B: Oh no, not too difficult. He wasn't exactly innocent. But he was surprised that his grandmother wanted to fuck him. Once he got accustomed to the idea, he went all out for my cunt.

A: The fact that you're much older didn't bother him?

B: No. Matter of fact, the difference in our ages turned him on.

A: Please tell me about your first incestuous conquest.

BEATRICE: I started to need a lot of fucking and attention in bed. My husband Harry simply couldn't provide me with all the meat I needed. I wasn't sore at him. I realized I required more cock than the average guy could deliver. And I still loved Harry. I didn't want to leave him. We both sat down and tried to figure a way out of our problem. Finally, Harry said rather matter-of-factly, "Why don't you fuck Jackie?"

At first I didn't quite comprehend. "Jackie?" I echoed puzzled. "You mean… our Jackie?"

Harry beamed. "Precisely, our Jackie. I know you've had a hard on for him for quite some time. Once you were masturbating in your sleep, and you called out his name. Begged him to fuck you. Now," he asked, "wouldn't you love to get a taste of his real meat instead of just a dream fuck?"

"But he's our grandson," I reminded him although the idea did excite me. "And he's only twelve. Good heavens, I'm almost sixty years old. What would people say?"

"Piss on people," Harry said. "No one need know. You get Jackie up here for a week-end, and we'll both work on him. He'll get the idea that we want to fuck him. At least you'll do the screwing, and I'll enjoy a wonderful mastubatory session. A good jack off is what I really need."

"But how?" I asked growing excited at the thought of seducing the sweet, young and innocent looking piece of ass. "How shall we seduce our twelve-year-old grandson?"

"Leave that up to me," Harry smiled with a knowing wink. "You just leave everything up to me. You'll get your incest fucks once we get the kid here. You'll see."

"I'll write his parents right away," I said. "It's summer vacation time, and they'll want to get rid of him." I added. "My cunt is beginning to get wet at the thought of this kind of action."

"Then don't waste any more time," Harry advised.

And I didn't.

The very next week, Jackie arrived as a result of the letter I wrote his parents. They were glad to get him off their hands for the summer. I promised to take care of him all summer. An entire summer's worth of fucks would do me the world of good.

The moment he walked through the door, my cunt started to flutter. The kid looked so angelic with his black, curly hair, sky-blue eyes and pearly-white teeth. And despite his young age, he had a sturdy body. A quick examination of his tight-fitting denims told me he was very well hung for his age. Harry was hot to ball too. But we had to be discreet about the whole thing. We didn't want him to panic and run off on us. We had to handle the seduction scene with care and finesse.

"How?" I whined to my husband when we were alone. "How are we going to fuck him. He looks so innocent. I don't want him to get a bad idea about his aunt and uncle."

"Leave everything to me," Harry said. "I know what I'm doing."

The next day, on Sunday morning, we finished our breakfast, and Harry said rather nonchalantly. "Well, it's time for our Sunday morning dip in the pool."

"Oh wow," Jackie cried enthusiastically. "I love to swim, too." He turned. "And I brought my trunks. I'll slip them on in a jiffy."

But Harry shook his head. "No you don't. On Sunday, we're all very relaxed around here. We all swim in the nude in short, we skinny dip. There are no shameful people in this house."

Jackie blushed. "You mean you all swim in the…"

"Nude," I gushed taking, up the idea with haste. "No need to be embarrassed around us, dear. We're all in the family, you know."

The boy hesitated. "I… I've never let an adult see me in the nude. I don't even let Mom in the bathroom when I take a bath."

"This is different," I said. "I'm your grandmother, and have every right to see you naked. And you have every right to see me naked. Your Uncle Harry will be here, too. Now, you go to your room and slip off your clothes. You'll have a lot of fun, you'll see."

He finally overcame his reluctance. "I guess it will be okay. Uncle Harry is here too."

"And I'm taking off my clothes, too," Harry told the boy. "I won't be ashamed if you won't be ashamed. Is it a deal?" he asked with a broad grin.

"Yeses," he said but still sounded reluctant. "I guess a quick dip in the raw won't do any harm." And to me, he said, "I promise not to look Granny Beatrice."

I smiled. "You can look at my cunt if you care to."

The boy's eyes popped open. This was the first time he had ever heard me refer to the female genitals in the vernacular.

Jackie's cock boned.

My own smile widened. The boy did respond to sexual sounds. If he could get a good-sized bone on from merely hearing me utter the word cunt, how would he act when he saw the genuine article?

I grew more bolder. "Have you ever seen a girl's pussy?" I asked.

He blushed crimson. And I knew from his reaction that he had indeed seen a female cunt before. But under what circumstances? I was curious. I had to know.

"Come on," I urged. "Confess. Tell the truth. When did you see a female cunt before. The truth dammit. The truth!"

Harry chimed in. "Come on, Son. We're all friends around here. Tell us the truth."

Jackie began to smile. He could see that we were encouraging him and were not going to reprimand him at all. To the contrary, we sounded as though we would applaud his attempts to look at a cunt.

He snickered. "Once… I followed my mom into the bathroom. She thought she had locked the door. I managed to slip it open a crack and look inside. Mom was undressing. When she got all her clothes off, she stood stark naked in front of the mirror and seemed to be intoxicated by the sight of her nude body. She fondled her big boobies and ran her shapely fingers over her body, over her slightly rolling lower belly and over the cunty hairs and even dipped a fingertip inside the crack. That turned her on. She sighed and even whimpered. Then, standing before the mirror, she began to finger herself real hard. You know what I mean. She stuck her finger in and out of the cunny hole. Then, she reached around in back of her and began to do the same thing with her asshole. While she finger-fucked herself in front, she goosed herself in back. And she did all this in a semi-crouch and rotated her hips. I never saw anything like it in my entire life. I almost shot my wad in my pants in fact, I did ejaculate all over my underwear. But it was the best and hottest sight I had ever seen in my entire life."

Jackie's description of his mother's solitary self-play excited me. She was my daughter-in-law and I wondered why she found it necessary to jack off. But hearing the boy discuss such an erotic scene heated my own cunt up.

"Hurry," I urged. "Go into the bedroom and take off your clothes. We all want to enjoy the pool on this fine Sunday morning."

Harry and I retired to our own bedroom where we undressed as quickly as we could. I was full of questions. "How?" I kept asking my husband. "How should I go about it? I don't want to be too forward, and yet I can hardly wait for the darling to sample my cunt."

The situation was affecting my husband, too. His joint began to rise somewhat, and he stroked it lovingly as he gave my questions some thought. Finally he said, "Let nature take its own course. When the boy sees us in the nude, he'll either get the urge or he won't. If he's backward, don't press the issue but wait a while."

Finally, the last of my garments slipped to my feet and I stepped out in the nude. Surveying myself in the dresser mirror, I decided I didn't look too bad for a woman who would never see sixty again. My hair had turned silvery gray and also the hairs around my cunt. The pubic bush was thick and woolly and I'm sure it would feel good in a boy's face. My breasts were ample although not over-large. They did sag a bit but the nipples were perfect circles and porous. When we were first married, Harry used to suck on, them by the hour. My strongest point had always been the full and fleshy buttocks. Even at my age, I noticed that men usually gave my ass the once-over as I walked down the street. Harry used to eat my asshole by the hour when he was younger. Perhaps my grandson was an asshole lover, too. I hoped so. That particular region of my body was invested with many nerve endings which sent me into orbit whenever they were touched or licked with a tongue. The thick lips of my cunt were moving apart and my clitoris was in full extension. I really had a hard on for my grandson.

Harry looked down at my aroused cunt and nodded with approval. "Good," he told me.

"You're already hot to trot with the boy. I'm sure he'll get the message." Squeezing his eyes tight, an ecstatic smile curved his thick lips.

"Ahhh, I can hardly wait to watch. I've been hoping, I'd get a good jack off scene for quit some time."

"I'll do my best, darling," I promised. "I'll do my best to give you something tar watch and applaud, and hopefully fill your prick with stiff starch."

"Let's get out to the pool," he whispered in a strange voice. "Can hardly wait to watch you fuck your grandson."

Jackie had not as yet left his bedroom, and so we stood around the pool and waited. We didn't want to sit down, or he wouldn't be able to appreciate the nakedness of our bodies.

Harry started to fondle his tool. "Wish that kid would hurry up," he kept repeating aloud.

Finally, Jackie made his entrance in the nude.

"You look stunning, darling," I cooed like a school girl. "Your body is so firm, so strong, and so… fuckable," I burst out unable to restrain my inner longings for my grandson's body.

To our surprise, he seemed like a changed boy. He no longer voiced any doubts about the rightness or wrongness of appearing nude in front of his grandparents. To the contrary, he strutted around to show off his nakedness. He waved his arms about as though posing for a magazine shot. Then, he turned around and displayed his shapely back to us. Leaning over slightly, he reached back and grabbed hold of an asscheek. Pulling it apart, he let us get a good look inside the shit spot.

"Nice," I murmured. "Looks fuckable, too," I said to my husband.

Harry had already started to stroke his cock and the meat was stretching into a full-blown erection. His balls whirled around and he seemed to have trouble in catching his breath. "Yeah," he kept mumbling. "Looks fuckable. Can hardly wait to watch you in action. Can hardly wait…"

Jackie seemed to know what was going to take place. Standing directly in front of me with a wicked smile over his angelic face, he asked, "Are you going to fuck me, Grandma?" His impudence excited me.

"Yes," I nodded and returned his wide smile.

"Grandma wants to fuck you in the worst way. Have you any objections, sweetheart?"

He shook his head. "Naw, I have to get my balls off somehow. It may as yell be with use. A cunt is a cunt," he laughed. "What difference does it make if that cunt is attached to my grandma?"

"None whatever," I assured him, quickly. I was surprised though that he took to incest so naturally, and so swiftly. Was he fucking his own mother? I wondered. At the moment, I didn't want to press the point. All I wanted was a feel of his stiff prick up my grandmotherly cunt.

Jackie asked. "What is grandpa going to do while I'm pumping your cunt?"

"Don't worry about me, Son," the old man said. "I love to watch. When you pump Granny's pussy out, I'll stand here and jack off."

The boy shook his head. "That don't sound fair. I love to fuck a man's wife while he's watching." He admitted. "I swing with a couple in the neighborhood. But it turns me on when the husband joins in too. I'm used to fucking the three-way swing," he explained.

The thought excited me. "But how, darling?" I asked and sounded a bit foolish. Although I was many years older than my grandson, the little fellow was giving me instructions on a balling party. And yet, I had to find out what he knew about the three-way swing.

Harry suddenly stopped stroking his tool to listen. For the first time in a long while, his prick didn't wilt the instant he stopped masturbating. While he listened, the meat remained long, hard and red. He was sustaining an erection without manipulating the shaft.

Jackie kept on talking. "My neighbors broke me into the three-way swing and there's all sorts of positions we can experiment with. It all depends on the swingers and what turns them on."

"What turns you on the most about the three-way swing?" I asked.

Jackie thought a while. "Most any position turns me on. But there's one that gets to me more than others."

"What is it?" me and my husband chorused in unison.

Jackie said, "I lay on my side facing the wife. She throws her long leg around my waist. I stick my cock into her cunt and fuck. The husband is positioned in back of her, spoonstyle. He pulls apart her ass, and sticks his prick up her asshole. Then, we both start to pump in unison. While he thrusts forward, I do the same thing. And when I pull back, he does the same thing. We synchronize our movements. And while we're fucking her both holes, I'm sucking her tits. She usually reaches around and gooses my asshole as I pump in and out. And," he added taking a deep breath, "we all manage to come at the same time." He laughed, excitedly. "It really is the greatest."

I turned to my husband. "What do you think, darling?" I asked. "Do you think you can keep your stiff hard enough for the asshole pump?"

"Yeses," he said, slowly. "I think so. I think the situation is so erotic, I'll be turned on and won't soften up like I usually do."

As the boy described the three-way swing, his own darling penis swung stiffly up, and the cockhead assumed a bright, reddish color. The skin looked moist and a drop of premature semen squeezed through the eye of the head. I longed to drop to my knees and suck off the head. But I didn't want to appear too forward.

Jackie remained in charge. "First of all," he told us, "we suck. I love to suck and be sucked. That's what really gets me hot. And after a while of licking each other, we'll be ready to bang out the Goddamdest fuck we've ever had in our lives."

Again, I had to admit my inexperience to the little boy. "How?" I asked in an embarrassed voice. "How do we give ourselves the three-way suck?"

The boy looked, surprised. "Holy cow," he exploded. "Haven't you guys ever balled before in the three-way style?"

Both Harry and I had to confess that we had never participated in a three-way swing.

"Jeezis," Jackie murmured, "the older generation doesn't seem to have any fun at all. We kids do our own thing. Let it all hang out. It's the only way to fly Granny."

"I realize that, now," I replied. "But teach us, dear. We want to learn." It was ironic. But the boy was instructing his grandparents instead of the reverse. We listened with rapt attention.

Jackie sounded like a college professor. He seemed so versed in his knowledge of the three-way swing. "There are various ways to suck each other up," he started off. "Notice," he pointed out, "I said up and not off. That's the secret. To suck each other without making anyone have a premature blow off. That's where you have to be careful. But I'll give the signals."

"Right on," Harry nodded, and he really sounded much younger. The boy was making us all feel years younger.

"There's only one way to go in a situation like this," Jackie told us. And he painted the scene. He wanted me to stretch out on my back with my legs spread wide apart. Then, he told Harry to go down on me and eat cunt. While Harry was thus engaged, he'd straddle my upper body and stick his beautiful and firm bone of cock between my lips. I'd eat him while my husband ate my box in that way, we'd all get good and hot for the actual three-way ball.

The thought of this sort of three-way suck made the lips of my cunt tremble, excitedly. "Can hardly wait," I murmured. "Are we going to do it around the pool, or in my bedroom?"

"Bedroom," the precocious youngster told us. "It'll be more comfortable for all concerned. Don't forget," he told me, "you have to sit up, and your ass will feel more comfortable on a soft mattress."

"The kid's got a point," Harry said, "and I have to lay down to eat cunt. I have to be comfortable, too."

That point was settled. We retired to my sumptuous bedroom, and mounted the monstrous bed which was large enough for a dozen swingers. I climbed aboard, and sat up with my back against the head board. Stretching my legs as far apart as possible, I started to stroke my sizzling hot pussy.

Our little director then told Harry to position himself for the cunt-suck. "Get comfortable," he told my husband. "But not too comfortable. I don't want you to blow Grandma before she's ready. I want to fuck her. That's the object of this whole scene," he reminded us.

"Right on," Harry replied and crawled onto the bed at my feet. It had been a long time since he ate cunt. For some reason, we had gotten out of the habit although I always loved hot tongue when we were younger. Now, I felt young again.

Now that Harry was positioned with his mouth hovering over my hot box. Jackie climbed atop the bed and straddled my body. Facing me, he thrust forward until the tip of his cockhead brushed against my lips.

"Okay Grandma," he looked down as he spoke. "It's your job to start off this triple suck. Lick the head and let the tongue roll lazily down the shaft and you can even nibble on my soft balls. And don't neglect my asshole," he added in the same breath.

I kept looking at his prick as though I was hypnotized. I had never seen a piece of meat that looked any lovelier. The head glistened, and the shaft was just the right shade of pinkish red. The balls looked adorably soft, and of course, his extreme youth appealed to me, too. Mw old woman who claims she doesn't like to suck and fuck a boy is telling a lie. His firm, smooth, fat-free body appealed to me enormous and in the most erotic way, imaginable. And his little bum looked edible. Slipping both hands around his buttocks, I pressed him closer to me. His oockhead leaned forward and disappeared through my wide-open mouth.

"Oh Grandma," Jackie cried. "your mouth feels so hot… so delicious… and your tongue. Oh boy, your tongue… what it feels like!" His head turned back and around as though his neck was broken.

Although I might have been inexpert when it came to the three-way swing, I did know how to suck a man or boy's cock whenever I got the opportunity. My tongue slid under the shaft in a wriggly way, and then wrapped itself entirely around the head. I could taste the salty drop of semen that had worked its way through the eye. After engulfing the cockhead with tongue, I lowered my jaws and began to nibble the skin along the undershaft. Every now and then, I'd let the tip of my tongue caress the cotton-soft nuts that adorned the apparatus of my grandson. And of course, while I ate the boy's cock, my long, shapely and somewhat bony fingers kept goosing his asshole. After a few thrusts in and out, the fingernail felt wet from the secretions of the rectum. The slight odor that began to waft up from between his ass-cheeks smelled as fragrant as French perfume. But all of my erotic senses weren't concentrated on my grandson's tasty prick.

With his head wedged between my legs, Harry began his job of pussy eating. As a young man, my husband had been the most sought after cunt lapper in the city. Girls of all ages, and many older women sought him out whenever they required an expert to eat cunt. But as he grew older, Harry stopped eating pussy. He became more self-centered and worried about his own problems of raising and sustaining an erection. But now, with his tongue pressed against the V of my crotch, his old expertise, his old know-how came flooding hack. His eyes grew dreamy and he started to make love directly to my cunt.

"Love you," he said to the box. "You look so beautiful, so hairy and so damned beautiful. Kiss me," he said directly to the fluttering cuntal lips. "Kiss me smack on my mouth."

My lips of cunt distended and when he inserted his tongue, I managed to contract the pussy muscles. They clamped tight around my husband's tongue. Trapped within the confines of cunt, the flesh wriggled and writhed and tantalized the walls of my vagina to such an extent I commenced to shoot out rivulets of cunny-kum. Harry's jaws and mouth worked back and forth. He was literally eating cunt.

Looking back over his shoulder at the delightful scene of husband-wife oralism, Jackie broke into a wide grin. "Nice," he commented. "Every husband should eat his wife's cunt." Then, he added. "And every wife should eat another guy's prick. Makes it more interesting."

I began to wonder how the young boy had become so expert. How did he become so knowledgeable about the female genitals? Where did he learn how to lap a cunt? Was he fucking his own mother or some older woman in the neighborhood? But this was no time to ruminate about my grandson's knowledge of sex. He wanted me to eat him, and I would have to quickly perform, or antagonize him. Indeed, he began to grow immediately restless.

"Come on, Grandma," he called out in a peevish, impatient voice. "How about wrapping those gorgeous, red lips of yours around my stiff peter." Then, he added an ominous note.

"And when I started to blow out cream, I want you to swallow every drop. Every fucking drop," he added for emphasis.

I recoiled. "But darling, that's not nice. I'll blow you all right. But when you start to leak milk, I'll turn my face aside and let the tricklings roll down my back."

The boy became irate. "No, Goddammit! I want you to swallow every drop. I have to feel accepted," he answered. "And if you turn your face aside when I start leaking, you'll give me the impression I'm doing something filthy."

I groped for words. "But sweetheart," I replied as sweetly as possible. "Nice ladies don't swallow. Besides," I had to ask, "what difference does it make once the stuff is shooting through the head?"

"A helluva lot of difference!" Jackie raged. "Acceptance. I've got to feel wanted and needed around here. And that's one way of proving it. I'm not interested in words. I'm interested in action. Besides," he added, "my cream is coming out of a very young dick. The vitamins and minerals in the stuff will make you young. You couldn't buy cock-cream like mine for a million dollars."

The boy had raised a point. There had to be a veritable fountain of youth contained in the seminal vitamins. Perhaps, the vitamins taken in this manner would keep me young, even smooth out existing wrinkles. It was certainly worth the try.

Without making any promises, I nodded, "Suck cock. Got to eat peter. Stop talking and shove the meat in my mouth, Grandson."

The emphasis I placed on the word grandson, turned the boy on immediately. Clearly, the act of incest excited him as much as getting a female mouth wrapped around his cock. And then I knew the truth. The boy had been fucking a member of the family. I didn't know whether or not he was getting in his mother's pants but he could be screwing his aunt, or great-aunt. They were both hot cunt-types and would go down on the boy without a moment's hesitation. But this wasn't the time to dwell on such matters. This was the time to enjoy the situation. Eating a stiff male prick always made me hot. But the fact that I was sucking the cock that belonged to my own grandson sent me through the roof.

I was discovering something about my own sexuality. The act of incest turned me on, too.

Jackie handled himself like a veteran and this reinforced my notion that the boy had been actively engaged in having sexual relations with an immediate member of his own family. And that immediate member loved to suck his cock. He was literally using my mouth like a cunt. And I loved it! I loved strong, masterful men, and this boy was already exhibiting such qualities.

First, he reached down and grasped the cheeks of my face between both his hands. Holding my face firm, he guided his cockhead past the lips and over my tongue. His eyeballs rolled crazily around.

"Oh Grandma," he squealed, "your mouth feels hot and wet around my prick bone. Oh grams, suck me… suck me off. Take the load… every drop. Keep it up… Oh grameeee…" His voice rose in a high nasal whine. His hips began to thrust back and forth, his knees flexed to and fro, his long hair flew up and around him as though a gust of wind had entered the bedroom. And Jackie kept on raving about the terrific feel of my mouth on his cock.

Of course, I was, led by a feelings as well. Looking down at my husband Harry eating my pussy for the first time in many years gladdened my heart and quickened my pulse. Harry was thoroughly enjoying himself as his tongue darted in and out of my cunt and every now and then, he demonstrated his old expertise. He'd slip both hands under the cheeks of my ass, raise them up, and duck his head under the crease to spear my asshole with his tongue. But mostly, he concentrated on eating pussy. I started to get awfully wet down there. But that wetness was being created by a combination of factors. First, my oralling my own grandson's cock excited me to a fever pitch. Naturally, that excitement was reflected in a hot and wet cunt. Harry's tongue contributed a great deal to the state of my pussy, too. Between my husband and grandson, the temperature of my body rose to such a degree that I thought I'd burn up. I didn't. I merely blew my wad. And as I started to ejaculate, Jackie let lease, too.

"Take all of it, grams," he shouted at the top of his lungs. "Swallow every fucking drop of my cream. Don't spit out a single swallow."

At first, I fully intended to spit out every single drop of semen. I had never swallowed the stuff before although in my lifetime, I had eaten hundreds of different dicks before. But the swoosh of semen came so fast and so furious, I didn't have time to evade the flow. Inadvertently, I did swallow the first, gusher, and to my utter surprise, the thick, rich cream tasted sweeter than honey. I wanted more. Jackie gave me more. Smacking, my lips now, I looked up with adoring eyes and silently told him to keep up the flow. My lips, jaws, and facial muscles worked furiously to take in every drop that burst through the eye of my grandson's cockhead. A few driblets trickled down my chin but for the most part, the gobs of sweet-tasting dick dew were hungrily swallowed.

Between, my legs, Harry was emulating my example in the old days, he'd blow me with his tongue and then pull away as I started to stream. Now, he kept his face fastened to my cunt and when the lips opened to let the oily effluent through, he worked his throat and jaw muscles, too in an effort to drink every precious drop of cunt juice.

When finally, the last of the joy juice had been sucked out of our respective bodies, Jackie buckled backwards, and I had to push Harry away from my cunt since it was getting a bit numb.

Now, my darling and no longer impotent husband had the most wonderful looking bone on I'd ever seen. "Fuck," he gasped. "My turn to blow my load. Got to ball!"

Spreading my legs, I patted my already drenched box. "Of course, sweetheart. It's kind of wet down there but you'll be able to feel the meat of pussy. There's enough friction for your lovely cock."

Harry had an endowment of about eight inches of sheer cock-bone whenever he erected. And it wasn't a puny type of bone. The diameter was larger than a baseball bat. There certainly would be friction enough between his love-hunger and the walls of my vagina in spite of the wetness. At the moment, Harry didn't care at all about wetness or dryness. All he lusted for was the feel of hot pussy around his ever-so-lovely prick. Mounting me, he slipped both hands under the cheeks of my ass, and let his tool drop into the still smouldering furnace of fuck. His eyes looked queer, and there was a strange, demented look over his face. After all, this was the first time in many years he had erected with enough firmness to actually ball.

Alongside the bed, Jackie kept calling out encouragements to my husband. "At a boy, gramps," he laughed, excitedly. "Fuck Grandma. Give her every inch of your grandfatherly tool. Pump her cunt out until you drop your load, too."

With a natural talent as a voyeur, Jackie began to erect again. Watching an older couple fuck provided enough erotic, visual stimuli to make him firm up again. And it was much too lovely a bone to waste with a mere jackoff.

"Bum," I coughed out. "Fuck my bum hole. Bung my rear end. Shovel out my ahit spot," I kept crying in a hoarse and agitated voice.

It would be possible to consummate the double fuck if I reared over on my side and left enough room for Jackie to position himself in back and slide the young, juvenile tool between the cheeks of my ass. I loved an asshole fuck!

Harry understood what had to be done. Although he was astride my body and pumping furiously we would have to both roll over on our sides to permit Jackie to gain access to my bottom. My husband nodded.

"In unison," he breathed in a strange sounding voice. He meant that we would both have to roll over together or he'd lose his stroke and possibly jeopardize the rigidity of his erection.

This was going to take perfect timing on both our parts.

"Now," I cried out. "Roll over now!"

Still pumping but at a less furious rate, we grabbed each other in a tight bear hug and rolled slowly over on our sides. Harry didn't miss a stroke. And now, the cheeks of my ass were free and unencumbered. It was possible for my grandson to fasten himself to my back and slide that lovely new bone-on into my asshole. This he did with loving care.

Spoon-style, my grandson fastened himself against my back and grabbed hold of my buttocks. Pulling apart the fleshy cheeks he thrust himself forward. The cockhead banged past the globular mounds and bumped agitatedly against the rectal orifice. It was going to be a tight fit but not an impossible one. I had been fucked in the brown spot before on a few rare occasions. Of course, my rear-end lovers had been mature men with much expertise. Could a mere stripling accomplish what grown men had failed to do on many occasions?

Jackie kept thrusting his tool back and forth but the head bumped harmlessly against the microscopic-sized opening and didn't enter into the funnel where all my nerve endings were located. Fortunately, our ingenious and enterprising young grandson was equal to the task. Quickly realizing that he wasn't going to accomplish an entry through sheer force alone, he pulled out his tool and surveyed the situation. What to do? This problem had been encountered by many former lovers and proved insurmountable to them. The only men who had successfully reamed out my asshole with prick happened to be men with narrow endowments.

The diameter of their cocks was so small that they only experienced moderate trouble in forcing an entry. But a boy or man with a normal sized diameter of prick simply failed to gain entry. Jackie's diameter was more than normal. It was thicker than the diameter on a full grown man. But Jackie simply refused to accept failure. By nature he was a female asshole lover and now with the scent of my ass in his nostrils, he was determined to ball out a load in my skit funnel.

"Too narrow for you," I cried over my shoulder. I didn't want him to become frustrated. Harry had slowed his pumping down to a walk. He didn't want to discharge prematurely or before Jackie had a chance to explore every possibility. The boy refused to be deterred.

"I'm going to ball your asshole, Grandma," he cried out in a mixture of rage and frustration. "I can do it. Know I can do it."

Bring the cheeks apart as far as possible, he fingered the hole to try and determine the exact size. Then, he yapped. "I've got it. Goddammit, I've got it…"

What Jackie had was a new idea, and that idea consisted of oral manipulations. Without another word, he dived down and shoved his entire face between the cheeks of my ass. The next thing I felt was his tongue lapping away inside the cleavage of ass. He was attempting to soften the sphincter muscles with his wet tongue and lips. Whether or not he succeeded didn't matter as far as I was concerned. The feel of that lovely boy's tongue around the skit hole almost drove me out of my mind. And the thought that his grandson was licking my ass, turned on Harry, too. His cock grew thicker inside my pussy, his balls became heavier with cream, and he fought back a desperate urge to start a furious fucking pace again. But he restrained himself until Jackie either won success or admitted defeat.

Many years had past since a man had stretched the muscles of my brown to insert an agitated penis. The boy's task was not a small one. But he wouldn't give up. Finally he started to test the results of his efforts with a finger. Sticking a finger up my ass, he tried to measure any increase in the diameter of the anal orifice.

"Yes," he cried out with only a certain amount of uncertainty. "I think so… think it's big enough now… going to try… try and fuck your asshole Grandma…"

"All right, darling," I sang out. "Would love to feel your glorious young and stiff prick up my funnel of shit. Go to it, darling. Know you'll make out. Make out," I gasped as the rectal walls started to pucker up in anticipation of the long, and very thick bone of grandson cock.

Taking a deep breath, Jackie warned me. "Coming in Grandma. It might hurt at first but I've got to use force." He took a moment to explain the situation. "I've softened a lot of muscles with my tongue. They might stretch aside when I shove my prick inside. Are you ready?" he asked me.

"Yes, sweetheart," I sang out. "Ball away. Your grandma's asshole is primped for her grandson's heavenly prick. Hurry. Your grandpa can't fuck all night. He doesn't want to blow his nuts until you're ready." And that's the way I wanted it, too. There was no sensation for a woman equal to the one caused by the twin-hole fuck. The surge of hot cream way up my cunt at precisely the same moment a hot gusher was shooting up my asshole almost tore the flesh from my body. My blood pressure rocketed, the blood raced furiously through my vein, my heart almost tore loose and crashed through the ribcage, and all the while streams of cunt-cum dribbled through the crack and over my darling husband's softening peter. In back of me, I could feel the hardness of my grandson's prick diminish. The flow lessened, and the meat softened. At long last, the entire three-way fuck had been completed between my husband, my grandson and myself. Certainly it had to rank as one of the most exciting experiences of my entire life. And the fact that my little grandson had serviced one of my erogenous holes made it ten-times more exciting. Incest was a definite must for me from that moment on. All throughout the summer, the three of us balled at every opportunity possible. We fucked three-way in the morning, afternoon, early evening, and a night cap just before we went to sleep. We never could get enough. The incest fuck not only was more exciting in the execution but it also increased one's vigor. As soon as my formerly impotent husband shot his load he was ready for another ball. That included Grandson Jackie, too. As far as I was concerned, I could never get enough. My sexual appetite grew, and we tried out endless variations. The summer past all too quickly, and when it drew to a finale, we all wept to see my darling fucker grandson leave.

And with his departure, Harry's old impotency problem returned. There was no alternative as far as we were concerned. We had to find another member of our immediate family to fuck, the three-way style…

ANALYST: That's when you decided to increase the scope of your incestuous circle?

BEATRICE: Yes. We had a large family but choosing the right partner wasn't easy.

A: Did you have any preference?

B: Preference?

A: Yes. I mean specifications. Young, or old, tall or short, and so forth. Or was the only requirement that the swinger be a close family member? Was incest the only consideration?

B: No. Of course, our three-way partner had to be a family member. That was imperative. But we did have a few other specifications.

A: Such as?

B: Age. Both Harry and myself went for young stuff. We didn't want to ball with a middle-aged partner who probably had sex problems of his own.

A: How young?

B: As young as possible. The sight of a very young and naked body turned me on and Harry loved to watch one, too.

A: Did you have any problems selecting this partner?

B: Oh yes. Most of our immediate family consisted of middle-aged men. They wouldn't do at all.

A: They had to be around the age of puberty?

B: Or younger. Both Harry and I discussed the possibility of finding a boy around nine or ten and breaking him in our way. That way we'd have a steady source of boy-nooky for a long while.

A: You were really after a virgin.

B: Yes, or a youngster with experience.

A: You had a difficult time filling such specifications.

B: A very difficult time. And my husband was getting desperate. He became impotent again, and was a bundle of nerves because he couldn't get a blow out.

A: What did you do?

BEATRICE: We finally hit upon the idea of holding a family picnic. A sort of family reunion sort of thing, and that would give us an opportunity of looking-over all of the talent in our family. We extended the invitation to immediate family and also distant relatives.

Harry paid for all the expenses, and we decided to have the affair on the banks of a river.

We selected the most secluded spot we could find. One Sunday afternoon, our entire family gathered, and some even came from distant states. We saw relatives we'd lost track of for years. To our delight, there were a lot of preteen-age children, and a lot of the boys looked like likely material for our three-way affair.

Finally we selected a nine-year-old grandnephew, a sturdy looking chap, red-haired and in tight denims we could see the outline of his fuck works. Despite his very young age, he looked well hung, and we both got the impression he had experience. So much the better.

He'd be easier to seduce.

As events transpired, he actually seduced us. Older women had been playing with him for over a year. Red-headed Bobby followed me to a secluded area of the river bed, and when he thought we were alone, suddenly unzipped and showed me his pecker. I was delighted by his boldness, and knew what he had in mind. But I pretended ignorance about his true intentions. My husband Harry had followed at a discreet distance and was hiding in the shrubbery.

Looking down intently on the lad's fully erected prick, I murmured, "Why Bobby what are you showing me? Aren't you naughty?"

"Shit no!" he laughed with a wicked look in his bright, blue eyes. "I did this to the neighbor lady, and she took me into her bedroom and fucked me when her husband was away to work."

"You are naughty," I said but with a smile and a wink. Then, I asked, "And did you like getting fucked by the neighbor lady?"

He nodded. "Uh huh, I loved to look at her cunt and those big boobies and the smelly ass excited me, too." He confessed. "Sometimes when I'm alone, I think of those boobies and smelly ass, and jack off. I jack off real good."

At that, point after he realized he wasn't going to shock me further, he started to put his softening dick back into his trousers. But I caught hold of the meat and felt it starch up again in my hand.

"I took the bull by the horns. Would you like to see and smell my ass darling?" I asked.

"Of course, I'm probably a lot older than the neighbor lady. But, I've got a good one. And just maybe, you'd love to smell my cunt, too."

"Oh yes!" he piped out, agitatedly, and I felt the tremendous thrill of his prick growing rigid in my hand. "Yes, yes, yes, I'd love to stick my nose between your big cheekies. Oh that would be terrific. And don't worry about your age," he comforted me. "You've got a better shaped can on you than the neighbor lady."

My heart started to beat rapidly. Fortunately, we were in a section of the river bed where we were assured of complete privacy. I started to pull off all of my clothes. Let the little tyke get a good look at my naked body and let nature take its course, I decided. I knew Harry would approve of my decision to disrobe before the nine-year-old boy.

Bobby's eyes bulged as more and more of my body bared itself. First my enormous tits spilled out of their bras, and then the skirt dropped to the ground. Finally, I stepped out of my girdle which encased my buxom frame.

The flesh of my cheeky ass flowed out of the constraint. The buttocks spread apart, and finally, I stood completely nude before his silent and appraising face.

Finally, his lips moved and an almost inaudible whisper flowed out. "Never… never seen so much hair around a cunt. And those cunny lips… so thick… can see inside." Then, rolling upwards over my curving belly, past the cunt hairs, the round and erotically dimpled navel, his eyes fastened on the boobs. I felt my nipples stiffen.

"Could suck on those boobs," he murmured, "could eat 'em all day. Could even fuck 'em."

I smiled. "Fuck my boobs, darling? How?"

Of course, I knew but wanted to hear the erotic answer from the boy's own lips which were shaped perfectly for cunt-eating.

Bobby nodded. "Yeah. I'd lay you down, climb on your belly and stick my prick between the boobs. Then, I'd pump back and forth until I blew my nuts. I'd…" he hesitated.

"Yes, darling?" I asked, encouragingly. "What would you do with this poor, old lady?"

"Make you swallow every drop," he burst out. "I'd slide my tool back and forth between those mountain boobies, and when I felt myself ready to blow I'd lean forward and stick my whole prick between your lips and make you swallow every drop." He shuddered. "That would feel so neat."

"Sounds divine," I murmured back. "But before you decide to fuck my boobs, you'd better inspect my ass, and maybe you'll get an even better idea?"

Having made that statement, I turned slowly around and let him fasten his staring eyeballs over the slope and curve of my buttocks. I was careful however, to look over my shoulder in order to assess his every reaction to the sight of my fleshy ass. Each cheek was every bit as large as a booby. I asked, daringly, would you love to flack my ass, too?

"Oh yes," he sighed, and the sound came from the very depth of his being. "Yes, yes, yes. I'd love to fuck your ass. And I also want to…" and now he hesitated for the first time. I knew what he wanted to do, though. And bending over, I rested the palm of one hand on a knee. With my remaining free hand, I reached back, and pulled one of my buttocks aside.

"Look inside," I called out, encouragingly. "And if you are so inclined, stick your nose up my ass and sniff…"

The boy required no further encouragement. He had already formed a habit of smelling the female ass, and kissing the curved buttock slope, too. Immediately, he dropped to his knees, braced the palms of both bands against the underside of any ass, and pulled the flesh apart as though it was made out of taffy. Then, he gazed long and ecstatically in the center where the ringlet of hairs adorned the rectal orifice. Bobby had developed the same fascination for the sight, feel and smell of the female ass as my grandson had.

"Don't hesitate," I told him with a wicked wink. "Go ahead and kiss my ass, and smell it too. And," I added barely able to contain my own mounting excitement, "stick your tongue way up my asshole."

The boy's cock had stiffened to a consistency that was harder than tempered steel. With one hand, he grasped the shaft and started to jack himself off. His face disappeared between the cheeks and his tongue kept hungrily eating the moistening hole of the rear end. From the bushes nearby, I heard activity which told me that my husband was also jacking himself off at sight of the very special and very erotic scene. My own clitoris dropped out and up, and the contagion of the jack-off caught me, too. Reaching down, I caught hold of the shaft with my thumb and forefinger, and started to plunk it back and forth. With my remaining free hand, I used the long and shapely forefinger to finger-fuck the vagina. Thus, as the darling boy was so hungrily eating my ass, I was playing with my clit and masturbating the vagina.

This frenzy of masturbatory efforts reached the climax of activity when the boy suddenly spit out a stream of nine-year-old cock cream.

My cunt splashed out oily secretions too, and nearby I knew that Harry had reached a successful conclusion of his own hand efforts.

That's when he made his presence known. Despite the fact that he had ejaculated moments ago, his penis was thickening up, again.

"Three-way fuck," he called out throwing all caution to the wind. "Sizing up the situation in an instant," the boy nodded. "Okay with me. The more the merrier."

The three of us balled all afternoon in a variety of different ways. Later my husband and I arranged to adopt the boy and he came to live in our home. In that way, we were assured of a steady supply of young cock. Harry became more vigorous with each incestuous lay. The three of us were very happy together…