Incest Games Chapter 14

Travis swallowed some whiskey and fought down a cough. The stuff burned

and tasted crappy, but he figured he needed it, or something to jack up

his nerve. No matter what his sister said, he was still kind of edgy

about his dad. But more than anything else, he wanted to be part of the

up coming action.

He and his old man, fucking mom and Jenny; Father and son, fucking

mother and daughter, it was so awesome that Travis's mouth went dry and

his heart beat faster at the idea. Sis said that the old man wasn't

jealous because Travis had put the meat to mom's cunt, that he was made

horny by the sight. Well, he was no hornier than Travis, thinking about

watching his father's shaft work all greasy and huge, in the hairy

gripping of his mom's pussy.

And Jenny, she had to be turned on by it all, sexy as she was

normally. Then what about his mother? She was going along with all this

willingly, even now getting herself all sweet smelling and clean to

make herself presentable to her husband. They hadn't fucked in several

months, Travis remembered, and should be eager as he had been, getting

his first piece of ass from his sister.

The bathroom door opened and his mother came out; there was a white

towel across her svelte hips, and her heavy breasts bobbed enticingly,

her long, lovely legs flashed sleek and smooth as she walked to the

dressing table and sat down before the mirror. When she raised her arms

to brush her flowing black hair, her tits stood out with long, dark

nipples.

"You're very beautiful," he said, cumming over to stand behind her.

Seeing both their reflections in the mirror, he felt funny, since they

were both naked, except for that towel across her lap and hiding her

alluring pussy from view.

"You're beautiful, too," she said, smiling. "I feel like a school girl

getting ready for her first big date, or like a bride on her wedding

night. Except I'm lucky enough to have two grooms."

The whiskey burned in his belly, and he didn't seem as uptight now,

watching her and hearing her husky voice classify him right in there

with his father. "How are we going to go about it, mom?"

The brush hissed in her perfumed hair, and her tits jiggled with a

softly beguiling resilience. "I really don't know, lover. There's no

protocol for this sort of thing, is there? Tell me, Travis, what would

you like to do?"

He shifted his weight from one foot to the other, standing so close

that he could smell the flowery odors of her hair. "Well, Jenny said

dad was turned on by seeing you and me fucking like we were when she

opened the door. I thought I could be with you first, after they cum

in. I mean, I'd like to put my cock to my mom's lovely pussy in front

of them, let them see how much we love each other, and how well we fuck

together."

She finished with her hair and began to apply makeup, brushing dark

stuff on her eyelashes. "That ought to make your father's big thing

stand out. But didn't you say that you wanted to fuck me right after

he did, so you could feel his semen all hot and slidy in my cunt?"

Travis shivered and ran one finger tenderly along his mother's bare

shoulder, feeling the impossible smoothness of her unflawed skin, her

radiant warmth. "Yeah, I do. So I won't fuck you all the way. I just

want him to watch you lift your legs and wrap me between them while

your gorgeous ass wiggles back and forth and my prick slips back and

forth in you. I want my daddy to see that I can fuck you just as good

as he can, even if he has got a bigger cock. He can see how you love my

prick, how you grind on it and listen to you moan. Maybe you can tell

him how it feels inside your cunt."

Her smile widened, and her eyes met his in the mirror. "That's a sexy

idea, describing the sensations of my son's hard young cock to my

husband. It should run him right up the wall."

"He can put it to Jenny, if he wants to," Travis went on. "But not

until he cums. That ought to go in you, mom. When I see that he's

cumming, then I'll cum over and wait to get my prick back in you while

you're still hot and squirming."

She said throatily, "We'll do it, lover; it's a wonderful way to start

the evening, and besides, I'm just as anxious to see your father

squeeze all that huge meat of his into his daughter's small box. Your

sister must really love prick, to take so much of it"

"Oh, she does," he said. "She's very much like you, mom."

She stood up and tuned around. "They might be awhile yet. Do you think

it would spoil anything if we did some fucking right now? Would you

have plenty left for later?"

Travis swallowed, staring at the proximity of her mounded tits, at the

nipples aimed like twin blunt spears at his face. "Sure; I can go all

night, with you."

"Then cum over here," she said. "There's something I always wanted to

do, and this is just the right time for it. Because your father's prick

is so big, and because he was always kind of standoffish about any sort

of deviation, I never even tried it with him. But now I'd like you to

put it up me from the back, lover. You have a nice, slim cock that

should fit all right."

She climbed up on the bed and put the upper part of her body flat

against the sheet, mashing her tits down. Her lustrous ass poked up,

and her thighs were pushed apart. Travis stared and whispered hoarsely,

"You mean to fuck you in the ass?"

"Exactly, darling. If you play with my pussy, you can get your fingers

slippery, and rub them over your sweet cock for some extra lubrication.

Then shove it into my ass very gently, very slowly."

Heart pounding, Travis got up behind her and fumbled into the hairy,

damp nest of her cunt, running his fingers up and down the soft labia.

Working two fingers into the hot gash, he probed with them until they

felt slimy, then brought them out to rub over the head of his excited

prick and down its hard shaft.

Carefully then, he steered the shiny head into the tiny ring surrounded

by wiry black hairs, pressed its greased tip to the little puckered

hole between the wonderfully molded cheeks. He pushed it cautiously,

and felt the ring give slightly as a ripple of bliss moved through his

taut body.

The anus stretched some more at his pressure, and he held to his shaft,

urging it into that heretofore untouched hole so he could fuck his

adorable mother where she had never been fucked before. She hiked her

ass back at him, rolled it gently, and helped the aching head of his

cock penetrate. It inched inside the small ring, pushed slowly into the

amazingly elastic tube, and he looked down to see the head vanishing

inside her body.

She was very hot and tight inside, tighter than Jean's little pussy,

narrower than his sister's cunt. Softness clung to his rod as it moved

inside, gripped his cock from the tip of the head down to the heavy

root with a totally different feeling than her pussy had given to it.

Travis panted and shoved it on home; his balls swung against the crisp,

curly hairs of his mother's pussy from behind, and his hands stroked

over her back, her cheeks, down around to feel the satin planes of her

belly and the upper reaches of her humid cunt. Pulling back slowly, he

felt her wiggle on his rod.

"Oh darling boy! You've got it all the way in, all the way up my ass. I

love it, love it, so strange, stuffing me full, making me so hot, oh,

put your hand on my pussy, dear. Right there, yes, yes!"

He stroked her as she humped her snatch against his hand, fed his oily

shaft in and out of the narrow hot tubing, knowing he couldn't keep

this up for long, feeling the good sensations already threatening to

leap up from his balls.

She gasped: "Travis, Travis!" and he knew it was all right to let it go,

that she was cumming quickly, too. He fed the meat to her tight well

with stronger thrusts, burying the head deep within her body, raking

his fingernails over her pussy, her belly, feeling her mound jump and

vibrate against his palm as she reached climax.

The head of his prick flexed, trembled, and a heavy gout of semen spat

from it, a torrent of cum that washed her tube and bathed his shaft

with the fiery liquid. They shuddered together, panting and moaning,

until the hurricane of their emotions subsided and his balls stopped

leaping upward.

He had fucked his mom in the ass; he had taken that cherry, been the

first in there, and she had gone freakish over the fucking. There

would be plenty more like it, he thought, and got the wild idea of

maybe putting it to her from the back while his old man stuck it to her

in front. That way, she would really be filled with pricks.

She eased forward, and his slippery cock worked out of the tight hold

her ass had on it. There was only a little seepage of white stuff to

hang like little pearls upon her pussy hair. Travis sat back, catching

his breath and holding his greasy rod.

"That, that was fantastic," his mother breathed. "It was all I hoped it

would be, and more. Now I've had you in all ways, lover, pussy and

mouth and ass."

Awkwardly, he climbed down off the bed and went to the bottle of liquor

to drink sparingly from its neck and make a face. "I hope they give us

a few minutes more."

She came to her feet and went into the bathroom to tidy up. Never, he

thought, would there be another woman like her. If he should get

married some day, his wife had better be at least half the good fucking

his mother was. His sister was a great lay, too, so that meant any girl

he married would have to be extra special in that department.

Putting the bourbon bottle down, he touched his cock and thought that

his future wife would just have to move in with the family and become a

part of it. His father would enjoy getting some fresh cunt from her,

and with three chicks, four, if Jean Marks was still around, he and the

old man could really have a ball. He could see himself, bringing home

his bride and telling his dad, okay, you can fuck her now.

He sat down on the bed again, hearing water run in the bathroom sink

where his mother was cleaning herself up. Jenny would probably get

married some day, too. Maybe quicker than he would, since she was

older. She'd have to clue in her husband about the family before hand,

though. Boy, he thought, the whole bunch of them ready to fuck at a

minute's notice; husbands and wives and blood relatives. He wished now

that he had a couple of other sisters, younger ones that he and his

father could teach to fuck.

His mother came back into the room, high color in her cheeks, wearing

the towel around her hips again. He said, "You think I ought to put

anything on?"

She shook her head. "I'm just a little embarrassed at your father

seeing me naked with our son. I'll get over it before long."

"I used to worry about you seeing me with a hard on," he said. "I'd

hide it best I could, but whenever I got to thinking too much about

you, about the remote possibility of getting into your elegant pussy,

I'd have to run upstairs. I sure jacked off a lot of times."

She sat on the edge of the bed, holding out a water glass. "Pour me

some nerve, lover? What a waste that was, you masturbating and me being

so lonely. All that time, we could have been fucking. But we'll make up

for the missed chances, darling. We have years and years stretching out

ahead of us. Will you still want to fuck your mother when she's a

white-haired little old lady?"

He splashed whiskey into the glass. "You bet; I was just thinking about

bringing my wife home, the girl I'll marry some day, and setting her up

for dad to lay. I'll never get tired of your pussy, mom. I love you too

much."

"You're a fine boy," she said. "A nice guy and a wonderful lover, but I

promise not to be jealous over the other girls that get to feel your

lovely, hard prick. I'll just remember that I taught you much of what

you know sexually, and your sister showed you the rest, or is that

twisted around? I'm a little nervous, dear."

He came over and stroked her hair. "Don't be, mom. It's going to be

terrific for all of us, I'm sure. Suppose you lie back and let me play

with you while we wait for them? When dad and sis come in, we'll be

ready to start fucking."

She stretched out on the bed, the hotly sensual look on her face now,

her lips red and damp. "Take off this damned towel, please. And I hear

them coming down the hall."