Incest Games Chapter 10
Chapter 10
Travis poured a drink of bourbon for his mother and took a can of beer
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for himself. He still felt a little funny, walking around in front of
her bare assed, but she didn't seem to mind being naked. In fact, she
acted proud of her nude body, and he sure didn't want her to cover up
any of it. He would never get tired of looking at her.
She was sitting on the couch, with her polished legs crossed, so that
only a tufting of her ebony pubic hair peeped out, and right now the
long nipples of her captivating tits were flaccid. But the heavy
breasts themselves stood out magnificently, ripe and full. They swayed
when she reached out for the drink he handed her.
"Thanks, dear; I need this. You're a marvelous lover, Travis, so good
that I'll never let you go. Even when you grow up and get married, I'll
visit you every time your wife is away."
He sat down beside her and took a long, cooling swallow of beer. "I may
never get married; I love you too much, and no other could ever be so
beautiful."
"How sweet. Am I really as exciting as that other girl you laid?"
Up close, her skin was flawless, pale and translucent; he could see the
tiny blue veins beneath it. He said, "She was the first, and yeah--
she's pretty exciting. But you're special; you're the best." He wished
he could tell her who had taken his cherry, but this wasn't the time.
And when he thought of Jenny, he rbered that he was also supposed
to be working the plan along, making some of the moves that might keep
his mother and father married. He couldn't possibly let her go now, and had to do everything he knew how to keep them from breaking up. It had
been a hell of an idea Jenny had, the kids seducing the parents, but
where did he go from here?
Watching his mother finish her drink, he said, "How could dad stay away
from you?"
She put down the glass and raised her arms over her head, stretching.
The movement threw her tits out, flattening them just a little as the
skin grew taut over the delicious mounds. "It was just as difficult for
me to stay away from him, at first. I need loving, dear; I need a lot
of loving. Now that I have you, things are going to be much easier. You
make me so crazy that I do things with you I never have with your
father, and I love them. Teaching my son all about sex is going to be
the most fabulous thing that ever happened to me."
Travis drank some more beer. "Maybe you don't want to talk about him,
but I wish you would. You know, I told you about hearing the two of you
screw, and how wild it made me. Wow--if I had ever seen you making it,
if I'd ever watched him kiss your tits and feel your pussy, I'd have
gone off without even touching my cock."
She lifted an eyebrow at him. "Get me another drink, dear, and I'll
tell you how it is. One time I brought home a huge mirror and fixed it
beside the bed, so we could watch ourselves fucking. But your father
didn't like it."
Hurrying, Travis splashed her glass half full of whiskey and carried it
back. He could feel his prick moving and a new strength growing inside
his balls, even though he would have sworn that he was completely
drained. He wanted to hear all this, and hung on each of her words with
rapt attention.
"I would have liked it," he said.
"I was crazy about it," his mother murmured, "Seeing myself being
screwed was great, but I had to take down the mirror. I've often
wondered how it would be, right in the same room with two people who
were fucking, watching every movement, every wiggle of her ass and
seeing the way his prick slid in and out of her cunt."
Travis emptied his beer can. His cock was rising, hardening. "But about
you and dad--how does he go about it? What--"
Sleepy-lidded, her sultry eyes focused on his, and her damp, red mouth
said, "Suppose I tell you all about the time I got pregnant with you?
Would you like that, darling? All right, then: we had been at a party
and were pretty high by the time we got home. We didn't even take
showers, but started taking off our clothes right here in the living
room. In fact, he fucked me right on this very couch."
Travis's breath caught in his throat and he put his hand on his mother's
plush thigh. She uncrossed her sleek legs to give him room, so he moved
on in to pet the crisp, ringletted hairs of her enchanted pussy.
"I was so hot that night," she recalled, sipping her straight bourbon.
"I wanted to fuck and fuck, and your father stayed with me for a long
time. He stretched me out here, and lifted one of my legs up to put the
foot on the back of the couch; my other foot was on the floor. He
pushed a sofa pillow under my ass and fingered inside my blazing cunt
until I came on his hand. Then, when I was really boiling over, he
crawled in between my legs and fed that gigantic prick into my pussy. I
thought we were going to break the couch, we slammed so hard at each other. I came with him, I rber, and he pumped so much semen into me
that I overflowed, and we had to have the couch recovered to hide the
stains."
Sighing, Travis asked, "And that was the time you got pregnant with me?"
His mother saluted him with her empty glass. "Yes, and what a fortunate
screw it was. Now I'm sitting here naked with my son, looking at his
long, hard prick and thinking what a wonderfully ironic thing this is.
I only wish I could have your father brought in, all tied up, and prop
him against that wall, so he would be forced to watch his horny son
fuck his equally horny wife. We'd make his eyes pop out, wouldn't we,
dear?"
Before he could answer, she put her glass on the coffee table and
slipped off the couch, twisting her full, ripe body around so that she
was between his spread knees. He knew then what she was going to do to
him, and hot lightning raced up his spine.
"Sit very still," she breathed. "Don't move, and I'll do everything."
With his legs veed wide, when she kneeled erect, his mom's tits were
right at his upright shaft, and he watched with bated breath as she
cupped the delectable melons and leaned forward to place them on each
side of it. Travis saw the swollen head of it poking from between the
white mounds, and felt the caress of the twin nipples.
She rubed her tits up and down, squeezing them together, and with
every sliding motion her nipples slid over the throbing head of his
ironhard prick. He couldn't help waggling a little, but she hissed a
warning at him, and he forced himself to stay quiet, since his mother
wanted to do this her own way.
She let her breasts fall apart then, and dipped her head forward to
draw the perfumed mist of her black hair over his painful cock. Travis
reveled in the tickle of it, in the indescribable feel of the silken
hair as she ran its luxury along his shaft. He dug his fingers into the
couch when his mom's cheek brushed the head of his rod.
Taking it in one hand, she pressed it against her face, rubing her
cheek and chin over it, guiding the knob over her forehead and her
closed eyes. He could feel the gentle scrape of her eyelashes, and a
shiver traveled the length of his tensed body.
Slowly, teasingly, she kissed the bulb, her lips soft as the lighting
of butterflies. Several times, she kissed it, paying a loving homage to
this sex organ that had developed within her own body in the beginning.
She toyed with it, bent it slightly, and allowed it to snap back erect.
He thought, she's going to do it--she's actually going to suck my
prick! It was something he hadn't even dreamed about with her, not
until after his sister had done it to him. He had always imagined
fucking her, riding between those terrific legs and pounding his hard
cock up into the special richness of her velvet cunt, but the image of
his mother eating his shaft hadn't come to mind.
Now it was about to happen, and he couldn't control the little muscle
spasms that shook him. When her tongue came out and licked the end of
his glans, Travis fought a groan behind locked teeth, but had to let it
escape as she curled that artful tongue around the edges of the knob.
When his mom ran the end of her tongue down into the slot, he clawed at
the sofa and his heels drummed a tattoo on the carpet. Her lips came down and around, and her tongue temporarily retreated so
that the cockhead could follow into the hot cavern of her mouth. The
distended flanges passed through her teeth and lay for awhile along her
supine tongue, then she moved her head and he felt his glans against
the roof of her mouth.
"Mmmm," she said around his shaft, and drew still more of the rigid
meat into her mouth, so that at last the tender head bumped itself
against the matchlessly soft satin of her throat. Her fingers were at
his balls, fondling and probing, and her other hand was wrapped around
the root of his prick, holding tightly, pressing down and releasing in
rhythm.
Travis's head was turning from side to side, and he bit into his lip
when she started to apply suction, as she pulled his cockhead deep and
shoved it back out with her tongue.
The cheeks of his ass clenched at the slippery sucking, as she moved
her head slowly up and down and the inner velvets of her cheeks flowed
back and forth over his knob. Of their own volition, his hands came
hesitatingly up and held her head, his fingers going deeply into her
bountiful hair. She didn't seem to mind now, and he rested them there.
Her own hands moved, too, sliding down his thighs and behind his knees
to fondle the calves of his legs. They came back up, gripped his knees
again, and urged them up. Travis slid forward a bit and hiked his
pelvis, lifting his feet from the floor and helping his mother drape
his legs around her shoulders.
His feet rubed up and down her back and he could feel the resilient
pressure of her tits in his crotch. She tipped his cock down slightly,
and gnawed on it, her tongue busy over the head. Travis's fingers
clamped harder into her hair, and he began to hunch at her mouth,
moving his shaft deep into it, nudging the back of her throat.
Fucking her head; he was screwing her face, pouring the prick into her
mouth, into his own mother's loving hot mouth, and she increased the
sucking, bobed her head more quickly up and down, timing her pumping
motions to his thrusts.
"Oh, mom! Ooohh--I can't take it--so hot--you're eating me, eating my
cock--you're sucking me off and I love it--oh! Ah! Oh you beautiful
cocksucker, I'm about to come. I'm going to let it all go in your mouth
and down your throat--c-coming; COMING!"
Groaning, she pulled harder as he shuddered and gave one more hump that
ground his pelvis against her teeth. The orgasm came roaring up from
his leaping balls, sizzled along his swollen shaft and burst from the
head of his prick in a deluge of semen. Holding tightly to her head,
rolling his hips and digging his heels into the curve of her smooth
back, Travis spurted his hot juice into his mom's throat. She took it
down, lapping and swallowing, sliding the sweet creamy fluids thirstily
into the narrow cave of her throat, chewing gently upon the dripping
knob to bring forth more.
Travis thought that his backbone was turning to water, or to more come,
and that she would suck him completely dry. He didn't give a damn if
she turned him inside out, if his balls shriveled up and fell off. It
was so farout, such a crazy, groovy sensation that he turned weak and
his legs fell away from her shoulders. When his feet hit the carpet
with a thump, his mother seemed to come back from some far and ravenous
place. With a final licking of his cockhead, she lifted her face and let the
bulb slip wetly from her smiling lips. "Was it wonderful, dear? Did it
just tear you apart?"
Travis couldn't trust his voice not to squeak, so he nodded, his head
kind of loose and rolling on his neck. She kissed his flinching belly
and drew her tongue up his chest; then, leaning into him and pulling
his face down to hers, she stuck out her tongue.
"Here, lover; taste your own wet semen."
Inside his mouth, her tongue moved around, fondling his teeth and
cheeks. There was a flavor of musk unlike hers, a different spice that
had been manufactured deep within his own testicles. Gasping, he broke
the sticky kiss and gulped deep breaths.
"My turn to bring you a beer," she said, and climbed from between his
spread knees. He watched her go to the bar, seeing the enticing
swinging of her hips, the jiggle of her ass and the supremely graceful
scissoring of those tapered legs. Dizzily, he wondered if any kid his
age had ever been so damned lucky.
Any guy would give his left nut to have a crack at that beautiful ass,
and give up the right one for a chance to get that kind of head given
him. Travis thought that his father must be out of his tree completely,
to even consider giving up such fucking. But he really didn't want his
old man moving out, not even if that meant he'd have his mother all to
himself.
There was still that other thing he had, the need to watch his mom
fuck, and there was nobody he would rather see in action with her than
his father. Besides, Jenny was no doubt going ape over the old man by
now, digging him as much as Travis was enjoying his mom, and she
wouldn't stand for his leaving. He didn't want his sister to follow,
either. That would be too much of a split, and Jenny was a crazy piece
of ass herself. No harm in fucking both of them, he thought, her and
his mother.
"Here's to us," his mother said, giving him a can of beer and holding
up her own refilled glass. "May we always have as much fun."
"Oh, we will," he assured her, and wrinkled his nose as bubles from
the beer tickled it inside. Was this a good time to talk to her some
more, while they were resting? He glanced over at the clock behind the
bar and thought there should be plenty of time, Jenny wouldn't let go
of their dad in a hurry.
"Mom," he said, "did you ever think about swinging with anybody else?
Maybe even a--a girl?"
She sat down in the big chair across from him, and crossed her legs.
"Why not? The way I see it, especially since your father insists upon
being such an utter ass, is that I don't have all that many good years
left. If he doesn't want me, then I'm sure others do, and that might
include a little girl-to-girl activity, too."
He saw that she was on the way to being smashed, and thought he'd try
to steer her away from drinking any more, but he was glad to hear her
say she wouldn't mind playing around with another girl in the act. From
the things he'd read, and pictures he had seen, Travis knew that chicks
sometimes dug other chicks sexually, and even though that wasn't
exactly what he'd had in mind, it was okay. "Do you have anyone in mind?" His mother asked. "That little girl who
got to you before me?"
He drank more beer and said, "I kind of fibed to you, mom. I've
screwed two girls before you, and I don't want to tell you about one of
them; not yet. But the other is my babysitter."
She sat erect. "What? That perfectly beautiful little thing with the
exquisite red hair? You have good taste, lover."
"I think she'd join us," he said. "I'm just about sure of it, because I
laid her and the other one together, taking turns with them, like--so
many strokes into one pussy, so many into the other; they held hands
all the time."
"Well," his mother said slowly, "and I was going to teach you. Could
you really get her to--to make love with us? When?"
"Let's try for tonight," he answered.
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