Sharon squealed. “You won’t hurt me, Jack! I wanna get that big old cock in my cunt. I can do it, you’ll see!”
Obeying Kathy, Jack lay back on the floor. His cock jutted up, long and thick. Sharon didn’t need to be told what to do. She straddled Jack’s hips, lowering her crotch down. Kathy sat next to Jack, holding his cock, watching with excitement. She rubbed the head of Jack’s cock along the wet, pink lips of her daughter’s cunt.
“Let’s put it in my pussy now, Mother!” Sharon cried softly.
She squirmed down.
Kathy gasped with delight as she saw her daughter’s hairless cunt lips spreading, stretching to take the huge, swollen head of Jack’s cock.
“Oooh, shit!” Jack groaned. “Sharon’s so fucking tight, Kathy! I don’t know about this.”
“I can do it!” Sharon sobbed, and before either her mother or Jack knew it, Sharon rammed down hard and fast. She screamed as the long, thick cock buried itself into her cunt.
“Ooooh, so fucking big! So fucking hard!” She wiggled her ass, hunching back and forth.
Her pink cunt was stretched, very stretched. Jimmy yelped with delight, his eyes hot as he saw Jack’s huge cock stuffed into his sister’s cunt. His prick was stiff, jerking about, dripping juices.
Kathy grabbed her son’s cock.
Sharon slowly began to lift and lower her slippery, thoroughly filled cunt up and down, sobbing with ecstasy. Her small clit was crushed against the huge cockshaft, and as she became comfortable with Jack’s throbbing cock, she began bouncing up and down, squealing and sobbing with rapture.
Jack grunted, unable to believe where his cock was. The tightness of Sharon’s cunt was only part of it — the rest was the wetness, the fiery heat. He cupped Sharon’s bouncing ass, his palms covering her small ass cheeks.
“See, I can!” Sharon wailed. “I can fuck this big cock, Mother! I can — I can fuck it!”
Kathy leaned over and kissed Jack, thrusting her tongue into his mouth. She had hold of her son’s cock.
“Well,” she chuckled. “I guess we’re here to stay!”
THE END
AB-5456 HOT SIS, HOTTER MOM
FOREWORD
It was Henry David Thoreau, in Walden, who remarked, “The mass of men lead lives of quiet desperation.” This statement appears to be just as true today as it was then. Perhaps it is even more valid today considering the pressures and frequent monotony of today’s world.
The majority of today’s men and women live in boring circumstances, and then the opportunity for change arises, they are often quick to seize the chance. For the characters in this story, the opportunity is one which many would consider perverse and deranged, for it is one of incest. But it provides a release and a need. All morals and scruples are cast aside in a moment of madness — a chance to grab pleasure before it is taken away.
HOT SIS, HOTTER MOM is a novel about the quiet desperation in so many of us and the extremes to which it may drive us.
The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Joann Wilkins felt there was something going on between her son and daughter.
She didn’t know for certain, but her feeling was very strong.
She saw her suspicions confirmed in their looks, their reactions to each other, the sly glances, the twinkles in their young eyes. A brother and sister simply did not, overnight, stop arguing and fighting, and begin getting along with each other like two young lovers, Joann knew.
The change had came over them shortly after her divorce, she realized. Perhaps it was because their father was no longer with them, their method of rebelling against the divorce. But somehow Joann didn’t think so. Their, father had been a harsh man, difficult to please. He was fierce in his punishment of them. Maybe it was a reaction to being without fear of the man.
Dave was just learning to drive the pickup his mother had gotten as part of the settlement. Joann was pleased for her son Dave was crazy about cars and, in particular, the pickup.
Judy had been sprouting swiftly, her small tits taking on a beautiful shape, and her hips were swelling. She had lost the skinniness in her thighs, and they were becoming long and shapely. Her little ass was a taunting delight to see.
Judy ran around in tight shorts so tight that half her fine little ass showed. Joann wouldn’t have had the nerve to wear something like that when she was a girl; she didn’t have the nerve to wear anything like that now. Joann was embarrassed to wear anything that drew attention to her body. She dressed well, but all her clothing was designed to conceal her lush curves, her round and firm tits, the attractive swell, of her ass, her slender thighs and small waist.
Joann had always been shy around people. She wasn’t withdrawn, but cautious. She was cautious because she was afraid of what they might see. Joann feared they would see something she had hidden deep inside herself for many years.
When she had been her daughter’s age, Joann discovered something about herself that both frightened and appealed to her. She had found erotic pleasure.
All her life Joann had been told how nasty erotic pleasure was, and now she felt ashamed when secret desires bubbled within her. It was these desires she was afraid others would see in her. In the world Joann had grown up in, erotic desires were considered the most shameful desires of all. She had never been able to truly enjoy herself with a man, afraid to let herself go, afraid of being called those horrible names usually associated with loose women.
Now, in her mid-thirties, divorced, with two children, alone for the first time in her life, Joann found it was becoming difficult to cope with the feelings inside her. At night, especially, those desires would surface, tormenting her for hours. She resisted touching herself, feeling the hairy wetness between her legs. She would clench her fists at her hips, tears of frustration streaming from her eyes, calling herself all those horrible names in her mind.
“Slut,” she would whisper to the darkness. “Slut, bitch, whore.”
She didn’t understand how she could be fuck crazy, since she had never fucked anyone except her husband. But her cunt, that wet, hairy slit between her thighs, was always hot and wet, her succulent nipples stiff in desire. Her cunt tortured her nightly, her clitoris so painful she could hardly stand it. But she wouldn’t touch her pussy, even knowing the relief it would bring. She suffered, thinking she was simply a bad person, a shameful person.
Joann was truly beautiful, with her chestnut hair and sparkling green eyes. Her skin was the dream of most women: smooth, creamy, unblemished, a perfect complexion. Her body was flawless in shape behind the clothing she wore to conceal it.
Feeling that something was going on between her son and daughter created a deeper shame within her. She was ashamed because, if something was going on, she had no way of stopping it. She didn’t have the courage to talk to them about something like that. She would be much too shy to talk about pleasures of the flesh. She would make a fool of herself, she felt.
Although Joann successfully concealed the raging heat of her desires, Judy and Dave made no pretense of what they wanted. Young and desirable, healthy and tanned by the summer sun, the brother and sister had, apparently, inherited their mother’s erotic hungers. But unlike her, they took delight in it.
At the moment they were sitting in the pickup. It was parked inside the garage, facing the huge door. The door was up, and bright light streamed into the garage. The pickup meant more to Dave than his mother suspected. It was a place he and his younger sister could be alone.
Judy was now pressing against her brother, a small tit smashing into his upper arm. Her hot little hand was rubbing up and down his thigh, caressing. Her breaths were hot as she breathed with growing excitement. Her hot blue eyes gazed at the bulging of his cock inside his jeans. Dave’s open palm rested on his sister’s thigh, gently squeezing the sweetness of her flesh.
A soft gasp came from Judy as she moved her hand slowly up her brother’s thigh, her fingertips just touching the bulging place where the head
of his cock swelled. As she placed her hand on top of Dave’s cock, there was an excited catch in her breath. She felt his prick throbbing against her palm, and she exerted a gentle pressure, bringing a moan from him. His fingers squeezed harder at her thigh.
“Can I take it out again, Davy?” she asked in a low, young voice. “Is it okay if I take it out of your pants again?”
“It’s okay, Judy,” Dave replied, his voice husky.
Her fingers fumbled with the zipper of his pants. Judy was holding her breath as she opened them, her blue eyes glazed with eagerness. Dave wasn’t wearing shorts, and she saw the shaft of his cock through the opening. Her hand shook as she ran a fingertip along his prick. Sliding her hand into his pants, she gripped his cock and lifted it free.
“Ohhh,” she squealed softly, closing her hot hand about his prick. Dave’s cock was long and thick, and her fingers almost couldn’t circle his prick. “It’s so pretty, Davy?” she asked softly, yet with a throaty quality in her voice. “Want me to make it squirt again?”
“Yeah, Judy,” Dave groaned, scooting his ass forward and leaning back. “Make me come again.”
When she had first held her brother’s cock a few weeks ago, and he had taught her how to jack him off, she had been surprised to see him come. Her fine little cunt had never done anything like that. She had felt such pleasure at seeing his cock gush, her small hand pumping, feeling the powerful throbbing, that she had experienced an orgasm, too. She was fascinated by her brother’s cock, by the way his prick grew so hard and long when she played. She took delight in making him come, was excited to see the creamy thickness of his white come juice shooting into the air. She liked the feel and the smell of her brother’s spunk.
“I like it better when it’s so hard, Davy,” Judy whispered, watching her hand pump up and down. “It feels so hot. I like the way the tip gets so smooth and wet.” She squeezed his cock hard, watching the liquid seep from his piss hole. She looked up at his face, her own slightly flushed with excitement. “Davy, can I see your balls again, too?”
“Sure, Sis,” he agreed. “Look at anything you want. Play with anything you want.”
With a soft gurgle, Judy fished her brother’s balls from his pants, holding them in her hand. They looked huge to her, with dark hair on them. They just filled her little hand, feeling as hot as his cock did. She wanted to squeeze them hard, but was afraid of hurting her brother.
She held his balls in her right hand, closing the fingers of her left about his hard cock. She held his prick tightly as she jacked up and down. Purring sounds of pleasure came from her. Dave dug his fingers into his sister’s inner thigh, feeling the smooth flesh. The edge of his hand barely touched the crotch of her shorts, and he could feel the heat her young cunt generated through the tight cloth.
Judy cupped the head of her brother’s cock with her palm, feeling the wet heat. She twisted her palm, her fingers holding his prick. Dave groaned with delight and moved his, hand between his sister’s thighs. Judy opened her legs without thought, and her brother cupped her cunt, feeling her pussy through her tight shorts. Judy gasped when he applied pressure against her clit.
Inside the house, Joann felt, as with a sixth sense, that her son and daughter were up to something at this very moment. The feeling was very strong. She stood in the kitchen, her hands clasped, eyes squeezed tightly shut. She knew they were doing something erotic to each other. She just knew it.
She had her hand on the door knob before she could restrain herself. The door opened into the attached garage, where she knew Judy and Dave were. They were in the garage often, spending hours at a time. A brother and sister just didn’t spend so much time with each other unless they were up to something, Joann felt.
Clutching the door knob, trying to make up her mind, she felt wetness soaking the crotch of her panties. Her nipples seemed harder than they had ever before been, so sensitive she could hardly stand the touch of her bra on them. In fact, her bra suddenly felt much too small to contain her tits. Either her bra had shrunk, or her tits had suddenly swelled another size. She felt the cheeks of her shapely ass clench tight, and there was a burning sensation between her thighs.
Although Joann had suppressed her orgasms, seldom coming when her husband fucked her, she knew what an orgasm felt like. She thought she was about to come now.
She clung to the door knob, her legs feeling weak. She was almost afraid of what she would see if she opened the door, afraid she would lose control. If her son and daughter were up to something erotic, Joann wasn’t sure what her reaction would be. There was no way she could walk up to them, confront them. She had to be a sneak, slip up on them. Maybe that way they wouldn’t know she had spied on them.
Sucking in a deep breath, she opened the door slowly, making sure it didn’t creak. She peered into the garage. She saw her son’s head through the rear window of the pickup, and next to it was Judy’s.
Stepping softly into the garage, Joann waked as quietly as she could along the side of the pickup. She paused for a while before looking into the door window. She stood on the passenger side, her body starting to tremble.
She peeked into the window just as Dave cupped his sister’s cunt.
Joann pressed the knuckles of her right hand into her mouth, effectively stopping the sudden gasp that had grew inside her throat.
She saw her daughter jacking on Dave’s cock, the huge head swollen, wet at the tip. She saw her son’s hand cupped between Judy’s thighs. She stared with unexpected fascination at her daughter’s small hand sliding up and down Dave’s cock. There was a tingling feeling in the pit of her stomach, and her panties suddenly became drenched as her cunt throbbed.
Joann felt an excitement she had never experienced before. She felt it was wrong to spy on them this way, wrong to feel such steaming pleasure from watching her daughter jacking her son’s cock, holding his balls. Yet there was no denying the sudden ecstasy that was searing the lips of her hairy cunt, making her pussy drip with hot fuck juices. She could feel the juices of her cunt running slowly along the insides of her thighs, and she wanted to smash a fist into her cunt, rub her pussy brutally, bring that swelling orgasm to the surface, and come as she stood watching them.
Joann’s voyeuristic pleasure was a surprise to her. Watching someone jacking a hard cock seemed to excite her senses maddeningly. She began to understand what thrills a peeper felt. She had to lean against the pickup, her legs were shaking so much. Her eyes became glazed as she stared at her daughter’s fist beating up and down Dave’s hard cock. The sounds they made intensified her excitement.
“You’re getting harder, Davy!” Joann heard Judy squealing. “That means you’re gonna come, don’t it?”
“Yeah!” Dave grunted in reply.
“I wanna see it squirt real high!” Judy moaned, pumping her small fist faster and faster. “I wanna see it go way up!”
Joann bit into her bottom lip to hold back gasping sounds. Her eyes fixed upon the head of her son’s cock, wanting to watch his come, too. Her cunt was boiling, the puffy lips feeling blistered. Her clit strained against he tightness of her panties.
Joann didn’t see the way Judy squirmed her ass against the seat of the pickup. She didn’t see, really, the way her son was pressing his hand into Judy’s cunt. All she saw was his cock, so hard and swollen, and Judy’s fist pumping excitedly.
“Ooooo, come, Davy!” Judy squealed, her head resting on her brother’s chest now, watching his cock with her huge eyes, with her lips parted. She was breathing deeply, causing her sweet little tits to rise and fall inside her sleeveless blouse. “Let it come! Ooooo, make your cock squirt for me, Davy!”
Joann almost allowed her stifled gasp to escape when she heard her daughter using that word. Her cunt seemed to suck inward with a hot tightness. The word burned inside her mind as she stared through the window of the pickup truck.
Joann was not aware that her hand was pressing at her dress, shoving between her thighs. She rubbed through the d
ress and panties at her cunt, but Joann wasn’t really aware of what she was doing. Her hips moved, jerking back and forth as she watched her daughter jacking on her son’s cock. She was fucking at her hand but not realizing it.
“Jack me faster!” Dave grunted, arching his hips upward. “Faster, Judy! Ohhhh, I’m getting close!”
Judy began squealing with soft cries of pleasure. Her fist raced up and down his cock, her other hand still holding his balls. She held her fingers around his prick tightly, the seeping fuck juices from the pin hole making it easy to slide up and down the throbbing hardness.
Joann couldn’t take her eyes from her son’s cock. The image of his prick would, ask was now, be forever branded in her mind. She rubbed her fingers harder between her thighs, her hips fucking back and forth. She knew she was going to come, and she realized she was now rubbing her cunt. She couldn’t stop… she didn’t try to stop. She wanted to rub her cunt to orgasm.
“Ooooo, come, Davy!” Judy was gurgling. She pressed her hot cunt hard against his hand, rubbing up and down, making fucking movements as her unseen mother was doing. “I wanna see it come out! Ooooo, make your cock squirt for me, Davy!”
“I will!” Dave grunted. “I’ll come, Judy! Jack me faster! That’s it! Fast and hard! Hold my cock real tight!”
His balls writhed in her palm, and Judy began to squeeze them in her excitement. The squeezing of his balls sent a wild shudder of pleasure through Dave, his cock pressing into his sister’s fist.
“Now, Judy!” he howled. “I’m going to come now!”
“Ohhh, yes!” Judy squealed.
A huge gush of thick, white come juice shot from Dave’s cock, leaving his piss hole with force. The spunk gushed a good foot into the air, then fell back, coating Judy’s jerking fist. Judy squealed again, her brother gushing his come juice time and again. She clung to his balls while jacking excitedly at his spurting prick. The heat of his come juice on her hand sent a ripple of hot excitement down her body, and her succulent cunt contracted against his pressing hand.
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