JUST LIKE HER MOM. CH. 02

*****

Conrad sat back and enjoyed the very pleasing view before him.

As he looked on it occurred to him that at the day's start the idea that he would be leisurely be sitting relaxed on his teen-aged daughters, pink bedspread covered bed watching his sweet sexy slut of a wife eat out his equally sweet, and equally sexy little girl, was so far out of the realm of possibility that he would have had himself committed for thinking it was going to happen.

His wife Jennifer -- Jenny as he always thought of her -- knelt on the floor and ran her hands up and down her daughter's smooth thighs to her shaved pussy mound.

Jenny smiled up at Conrad and kissed her sweet daughter Clarissa's inner thigh on the right, and then on the left. Jenny looked up again and said, "Isn't she so pretty, sir?"

Conrad smiled hearing his wife call him sir like she often did during their more, shall we say, intense sexual encounters.

"She is a pretty sweet little slut, isn't she? But of course her mom is too, aren't you?"

"If you say so sir," said Jenny with a smile of pride on her face.

Jenny was a 42 year old woman, and like most women her age, it had been a long while since she could boast as flat a tummy as her little girl could. A long time since she could take her bra off and not see a little bit -- maybe more than a little bit -- of sag to her tits. But she had always taken pride in taking care of her figure and even at 42 she had a beautiful hour glass figure and a still respectable set of 36c breasts. Her legs remained shapely, and thanks to some wonderful hair care products, she had had kept her hair long and blond. She also kept her pussy clean and bald, because she knew her husband loved shaved twats. And she knew he loved filthy talk in the bedroom, and name calling as well. Something she knew was about the dirtiness of the sex, more than anything he really felt toward her. Jenny loved to be treated like a slut in the sex department, but demanded to be treated like a lady, and the mother of Conrads' children out of it.

She craved filthy raunchy sex, but had kept her kinky nature from the kids all these years, because that was what you did, as a good mother and wife. You acted the part of PTA mom during the day and at night or when the kids where out at school or friends houses, you became what you let your true submissive nature loose. But never could she have imagined finding her husband fucking their daughter, would be a dream come true, for her. A fucking dream that she never wanted to wake from, she now knew.

Conrad watched his daughter Clarissa's face as her mom blew warm breathe over her tight bald cunt. His 18 year old girl gasped, "Oh Mommy, GOD! Even just your breathe feels good. God I love you mommy!"

Jenny looked up at her daughter from between her legs and said, "Oh baby, mommy loves you to and I want so bad to show you all the things that a girl can have fun doing with another girl."

"Have you been with ... you know, other girls?"

Jenny looked at her husband and back at her daughter. She ran her tongue over Clarissa's thigh, and then said, "Lot's of times, baby. Daddy and I used to have threesomes with Aunt Elaine."

"Aunt Elaine!" Clarissa said in an amazed voice, thinking about her mom and dad's pretty friend, the nice lady who had baked cookies for her and her brother and always had a gift for the two of them at Christmas time.

"Uh huh, she and Daddy and I had a thing for years, when you kids visited grandma in the summer, she would, kind of sleep over. If you follow me honey."

Jenny gently parted her little girls slick cunt lips with her fingers, bringing a moan to Clarissa's lips. The horny mother leaned in close and swabbed her tongue over the juicy lips and tasted her feminine juice as well as her husbands cum, still leaking slowly out of her daughter's cunt hole.

Clarissa reached out and clutched her fathers hand and squeezed hard.

"Oh god Daddy, it feels so good. Mommy's tongue it ... feels so -- AH! So good, Mommy, please don't stop!"

Conrad watched his wife tongue the pussy of the child she had given birth to 18 years earlier and found it as hot a sight as he had ever thought he would see in his life.

He knew both women liked to be treated like sluts, and that dirty talk turned his daughter on as much as it did his wife, so as he began to speak he was almost not even in control of his own words. They seemed to emanate from another man, another set of vocal cords.

"That's it you fucking whore, eat your little girls' cunt you fucking filthy bitch. Do you love that tasty slit? Do you love to eat that cunt, you filthy incestuous slut."

"Yes sir, I love to eat my little girl," said Jenny lifting her face momentarily.

"Please sir, please fuck my dirty cunt while I eat my daughter," said Jenny in a sexy drawl. The mother wiggled her own ass lewdly and spread her knees on the soft carpet.

Conrad dropped to the floor beside his wife and lifted his daughters left legs and placed it on his shoulder, and turned his face and sunk his teeth into his daughters' inner thigh.

"Oww, Daddy that hurt!" Clarissa squealed.

Conrad looked up at his daughter and said, "Don't ever complain about what I do, understand?" Conrad then proceeded to bite down even harder leaving a red bite mark in the wake of this on his daughter's soft thigh.

"Yes, Daddy," said Clarissa, holding back the tears as her thigh throbbed after her Daddy's second bite.

"When I do something to your body, you take it and like it, Clarissa. Your mom does, and complaining only shows you don't trust Daddy's judgment."

Conrad kissed his little girl's boo-boo just as he had for years while she grew up.

"You two slut's are so hot," said Conrad, unable to help being so turned on by what he saw before him.

He watched as his wife inserted her fingers into her daughter's wet hole. He could hear the sloshing of the remnants of his come and her pussy juices, coming form her still tight hole. His wife pulled back her finger to find it covered in slimy sex juice.

"Oh sir, look at what you put in our baby girl. May I eat it sir?"

"Of course you may," Conrad said as he stroked his slutty wife's blonde hair.

Jenny sucked greedily at the juices on her fingers that she had scooped out of her little girl's cunt hole. It tasted so good she thought; too good not to eat, she thought nastily.

Jenny put her finger back in her daughter's hole and began to pump it in and out gently at first and then as Clarissa began to moan, much faster.

The sex crazed mother, began to use filthy language, knowing from watching her daughter and husband earlier that Clarissa was turned on by it just like her mom was.

'Take Mommy's fucking finger's in that nasty fucking twat, you little teen slut."

Clarissa had never heard her mother use profanity before and gasped as she listened at first and then as her pussy began to throb and drip again, just like earlier with her father, she started to moan and groan with each filthy word from her mom.

"Tell me you love Mommy eating this nasty dirty Daddy fucking twat!" Jenny said, lifting her face for a second from her daughters drooling pussy.

"YES! I DO MOMMY! I DO! PLEASE SUCK IT MORE!" Clarissa screamed out.

Conrad began to worry about the next door neighbors hearing his slutty daughter ranting and calling to her horny mommy to suck her off.

I should tell them to be quieter, he thought. But just as quickly, he dismissed the thought; he was just too turned on.

Instead, Conrad began to join in the obscene banter.

"That's it you fucking filthy bitch eat that teen cunt, suck it like your life depends on it," said Conrad.

He began to stroke his stiff cock as he watched and then crawled behind his wife and, grabbing her ass he spread her cheeks wide and leaned down to lick up and down her already slick pussy. Conrad trailed his tongue up and over her tight back entrance, and heard his wife of 22 year's moan loudly into her daughters' cunt.

Conrad knelt between his wife's legs and held his cock in his hand and slid it up and down his wife's slit. He squeezed her ass cheeks and raised his hand and brought it down with a loud thwack. Conrad rained another and another down on his slut wife's ass, first one cheek then the other. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Conrad reached out and grabbed his wife's hair and pulled hard, yanking her head up and shaking it. he then pulled her face up close and kissed her mouth hard, shoving his tongue into her mouth and tasting his daughter's young cunt on her mother's tongue.

"Keep eating you fucking slut," he said, breaking off the kiss and shoving his wife's smiling face down onto their little girl's cunt.

As Clarissa began to shake with another orgasm, she found that she suddenly an urge to cry and didn't know why. She wasn't sad, but rather than that, was happier than ever in her life. She looked down between her thighs at her beautiful mom and with tears in her eyes then looked up to see her father his face a mask of pleasure staring at her as he pounded hard into her mommy's tight pussy.

"I love you Mommy, Daddy ... oh god oh god!" Clarissa was struck dumb as her pussy spasm-ed again in another orgasm.

Conrad was beside himself with pleasure as he rammed his hard cock into his wife over and over. He had never felt this close to his sweet ladies as he did right now.

Conrad reached down and under his wife and stroked gently on Jenny's clit as he pounded into her box, all the while he could feel her cunt cream leaking out and dripping on his balls, a sensation he had felt a thousand times before, but which felt, somehow better this time. His wife's cunt clutched and milked his cock now in a constant flexing motion, and he could tell by her moaning and whimpering she was close to an orgasm beyond belief. As he rubbed her clit with one hand he gripped her hip with the other.

He began to ram his wife's wet warm pussy harder possibly than ever before in his life. Conrad held tight and looked up at his daughter's tear stained blissful face and rammed himself deep into her mom's cunt, the same cunt he had watched her come from 18 years earlier.

Jenny could feel her orgasm building in her stomach, and raised her face from her daughters pussy; as she did she jammed two finger into her little girl quim and fucked her tight box in and out each time her husband slammed his cock into her cunt hole.

"Honey I'm gonna cum! Please sir, make your slut CUM!" screamed Jenny.

"Are you, you sick daughter fucking bitch?" Conrad sneered for behind as he fucked her tight well fucked box.

"I bet you want to fuck Paul too don't you?" said Conrad.

"Yes I do, I do!" Jenny shouted as she thought about her own son fucking her.

"You want him to be a motherfucker, don't you, you fucking bitch?"

"Please Conrad please; let me fuck my son please!" Jenny's hot motherly cunt twitched as she thought of having sex with her son, as her husband's hard shaft rammed her over and over.

Clarissa could not believe the things her mom and dad were saying, but she knew that indeed her mom would fuck Paul, and as she thought about it she now knew she wanted that also. She wanted to be this close always. Clarissa wanted to have this pleasure with her parents and wanted her brother to be part of it too.

"Please fuck Paul Mommy, please! Please let Mommy do it, Daddy."

Conrad grinned up at his daughter as he sawed his shaft in and out of her mother's slick wet hole. "Sure I will punkin, sure." Conrad laughed and then groaned as the lewdly obscene picture in his head of his wife fucking her own son began to bring him closer to coming.

"OH JENNY! YES! I'M GOING TO ... COME!!" Conrad could feel his cock begin to throb in the tight confines of his wife's cunt, but then had a sudden inspiration, and reached down and squeezed his cock hard at the base and slid it out of Jenny's hole with a wet pop. The horny mother turned at once and looked over her shoulder and whimpered like a puppy whose bone had been taken away.

"Conrad no, I want your cum baby," said Jenny.

"You will get your cum you fucking whore," said Conrad with a smirk, "All in due time."

The husband and father, a man who was usually the gentlest of souls, stood up his still rock hard cock in his hand, and grabbed his daughter by the hair.

Conrad dragged the startled teen from the bed and to her knees next to her mother. "Ouch! Daddy no it hurts" Clarissa whined only to feel her Daddy's open hand slap her face and snap her into silence.

"Did that hurt as well, you fucking cum whore?" Conrad leaned close to his daughter and said this in a low stern voice. His daughter, stunned, shook her head no.

Conrad Hill held his daughter by her long red hair and waved his slick hard cock in front of his daughter. His huge 8 inch cock swayed in front of her as she looked up at her father and obediently opened her mouth and let him slide his cunt slick cock into her mouth.

"Oh fuck," moaned Conrad as he felt his cock slide to the back of his little girl's throat. He felt her swallow as he pulled her hair and forced more of his cock into her face.

Conrad looked down at her and also over at his wife still rubbing her now empty cunt with her fingers frantically. He smiled at his wife and then at his daughter.

'What a pair of fucking slut's I have on my hands. What tramps"

Conrad gripped his daughter's long hair in his hand and began to ram his cock in and out, listening as she fought to not gag on him, not wanting to displease her daddy in any way.

Clarissa felt like she was going to throw up at first, but soon felt her self under control. She felt like such a whore she had never felt this way even in back alley's sucking boys from school, getting practice for this day when she would have her father's cock in her mouth. And now it was even more wonderful and special than she thought it could be.

She had, had sex with her Daddy and her Mommy as well. She never dreamed it would feel this good to be used, really truly used by someone. Clarissa felt humiliated and exhilarated all at once. She breathed thought her nose as her father now fucked her throat, and reached between her legs and fucked her middle finger in and out of her wet cunt.

Conrad could feel his whole body begin to shake as he pounded his cock in and out of his little angels' mouth. He knew his cum was on its way and he wanted his girl's to see how nasty he expected them to be from now on.

As his cock began to jerk in his daughter's tight throat he pulled her off of it and looked down at her, her blue eyes turned submissively up to his.

'Daddy has a treat for his little cum dumpster," he said in a tone of voice Clarissa had never heard before in her life as Daddy's little princess. But she supposed she was still his princess, just another kind of one, now.

"Please Daddy give me my treat." Clarissa smiled up at her father.

"Give your little slut her sweet cum treat, Daddy," said the teen-aged slut at her father's knees. Clarissa's mother Jenny moved close to her young daughter and also gazed up at her husbands prick.

"Yes dearest, give it all to our baby girl," said Jenny hoarsely.

"I am darling. I am going to give our little girl her treat, but she has to share."

Jenny smiled up at her sexy hubby, and reached up and twisted and pulled on one of her daughters pert nipples with one hand, and on one of her own with her other hand.

Conrad's cock began to throb looking at his two hot sluts kneeling at his feet. He hadn't been so hard in years and he knew his load would dwarf any he had had so far with the girl's. "Here it is you fucking whore, open your mouth wide."

Conrad said, "Tell me what you are. Tell me Clarissa."

Clarissa felt her body shake and could almost not believe the words came from her mouth as she began to speak never taking her eyes from her Daddy as he stroked his cock over her. "I am such a slut Daddy. I am your little girl whore. Give me my treat Daddy." Clarissa gazed up and heard her father groan and then begin to jerk his cock harder.

"Take your father's cum in your mouth you whore!!" Conrad shouted as his cock began to spurt over his daughter's face. It splashed over her face covering her forehead and cheek's until he moved his cock and aimed it into his daughter's mouth.

Spurt and spurt jetted into Clarissa's small mouth her tongue turning white in seconds as her Daddy's cum covered it. She couldn't see her Mommy but could hear her finger's furiously fucking her wet slot, as her husband covered their little girl.

"Don't swallow! Don't swallow, you fucking bitch!" Conrad said as he jacked his load into his darling daughter's slutty mouth.

As her father shook the last drops from his slowly softening cock into her mouth, Clarissa held her mouth wide open, like a good little girl. She could feel how full her mouth was and looking at her father gazing at her with lust and exhausted pride she knew he was proud of her. She saw her father nod slightly in her mother's direction, and turned her head and looked at her mom still holding her Daddy's load of sperm in her mouth.

"Share your cum with Mommy like a good girl," said Conrad.

Yes please give it to Mommy, please," Jenny said, opening her mouth wide.

Clarissa's Mother crouched lower to make it easier for her little girl and saw her daughter raise up higher on her knees and begin to let the slimy mixture of sperm and saliva and cunt juice slowly begin to drip in a long stream from her mouth down into her mother's mouth. She felt like a filthy whore knowing she was feeding her mother her own father's slimy load from her mouth.

As her husband's cream slid into her mouth Jenny thought this was the filthiest, most exciting thing she would ever do. And then she almost giggled thinking that she would probably be doing even worse soon, and loving it all. Jenny rolled her husband's cum around in her mouth and then suddenly grabbed her slutty young daughter face and kissed her full on the mouth forcing her mouth open and pushing her tongue into her daughter's mouth.

Clarissa moaned into her mother's mouth as she felt her mom pass her Daddy's cum back to her, and then she passed it back to her hot mother's lips. Clarissa grabbed her mom's hip's and then slid her hand under between her mother's legs and rubbed her sopping pussy as she continued to tongue kiss and share her father's cum with her horny mother.

'Mommy, I love you," said the young girl breaking the kiss.

"Oh girl's," said Conrad, stroking their hair.

"Yes Daddy?"

"Yes Dear sir?"

Both of his girl's gazed up at him, and he had an urge which he gave into instantly

Conrad gripped a handful of both women's hair and tilted their heads back.

"Open up wide for me," said Conrad firmly.

Both did as they were told and opened their mouths wide and suck out their tongues, Jenny knowing what was coming, and her daughter just thinking Daddy wanted to see if they had swallowed it all.

Conrad leaned down and spit into his wife's mouth and then into his daughters mouth. "Now swallow like the good girl's you both are." Conrad looked down at them.

His wife swallowed immediately and opened her mouth to show the empty cavity, but his daughter looked a little perplexed for a few second's and then slowly closed her mouth and swallowed.

Clarissa looked sheepishly up at her father. "Was that okay Daddy?"

"Yes it was punkin." Conrad beamed down at his wife who burst out in giggles.

"Your father gets a kick out of that," said Jenny laughing now, "But I don't get it."

Clarissa began to giggle also as she saw her father drop to his knees and almost collapse on the floor laughing, and then she squealed even louder as she felt her mom begin to lick her face and forehead, cleaning off the rest of her husband's cum from her daughter's face. By the time the sexy mother of two had finished cleaning her daughter's face with her tongue; all three had fallen to the soft carpet, and rolled around hugging each other and laughing.

"Maybe we should get cleaned up for dinner?" Conrad said.

"Let's take a shower together," Clarissa suggested.

Jenny threw up her hands though and said, "If we do that I will never get dinner started." At this they all laughed and hugged each other and walked to the bathroom.

*****

Clarissa sat at the kitchen breakfast table and watched her parents go about their morning business just like normal. She thought about the last couple of days and how it all seemed so normal now. She had been sleeping in her mom and dad's bed for the last three night's and Clarissa found it so wonderful to wake in the morning to find herself nestled between her two parents naked bodies.

It had been ten years since she had last done this and, well to say the least, it hadn't been quite the same back then. Then she had just been a kid, and she got mostly comfort and loving warmth from them, whereas now she often found herself falling asleep between them after being fucked by one or both. Last night she had blissfully fallen into a deep peaceful sleep after having her cunt eaten by her mother while Daddy jerked off beside them commenting on how hot they both were, and finally unloading his sticky sperm in both their mouths. But the funny thing was that after that wonderful sex it was still also about comfort and love as she fell asleep in her mother's arms, with her father's hand on her hip gently rubbing until she dropped off to dreamland as Daddy had called it since she was a toddler.

As Clarissa scooped eggs onto her fork she looked up as her mom poured orange juice in her glass, and smiled warmly at her daughter. It seemed strange to the teen-ager that she could actually fuck her parents and still see them as her mom and dad. She guessed it was a gift they had as parents. They just always made everything seem alright. Like this morning when her dad had gotten up from bed before both women, just as he had always done countless other times. Clarissa sat up in bed as he walked back in fresh from his shower, his semi-hard penis swinging between his legs. Clarissa licked her lips unconsciously and her father seeing this simply stuck his tongue out at her making her laugh suddenly, making her feel like just his daughter again.

Jennifer Hill finished pouring her daughter some juice and walked back to the stove. She rarely sat and ate with her husband and children, very much -- like a lot of mothers -- a grazer, she often ate more while she cooked then after she finished and everyone else was eating. She wore her apron; her favorite which Conrad, her husband had had made especially for her. It said on the front in big green letters on a background of pink (her two favorite colors), "Mom's Cook in Every Room in the House."

Clarissa giggled softly to herself think about how she now knows what Daddy had meant by that when he had that thing printed for her three Christmases ago.

"What's so funny over there punkin?" Conrad Hill asked his pretty daughter.

"Nothing Daddy, I just think Mommy looks so cute in her apron is all."

Conrad looked over to his wife and smiled and now stopped eating to watch her move about the kitchen putting away pans and cleaning dishes.

Clarissa sat and watched her father, and suddenly it occurred to her that she actually found it a simple relief how much her Daddy actually loved -- really and deeply -- her Mommy. It made her feel no guilt whatsoever about what she had done with her father. Always leading up to having sex with him the one thing that had always made her fantasies of fucking her father seem like something she could never do was the thought that maybe her Daddy would find he loved and wanted to have sex with her more than he loved his wife. Clarissa loved her mom and never could have hurt her if she could help it. So finding that her father, in the end, even after fucking his teen-aged daughters' tight pussy, still only had eyes -- at least in his own way -- for his wife, was a deep satisfying relief to the young girl.

Clarissa felt her fathers' hand gently rubbing her back and looked up at him.

"Penny for your thoughts," said the handsome father.

Clarissa looked at her mom putting the final touches on cleaning up the cooking area after making breakfast for her husband and daughter. "Nothing Daddy, I am just thinking about how great it is that nothing changed because of ...well, you know."

Conrad thought a moment and looked over at his wife and back to his daughter, and then chuckled a bit. "I suppose it hasn't changed much," said Conrad, "has it."

Jenny Hill walked over to the breakfast table and said, "So what are you two up to today?" Both father and daughter gave her a blank stare. "Well it is Saturday you know."

"Oh, my gosh!" said the teen-ager.

"My god Jenny, with all this stuff I never gave it a thought," Conrad said with a grin. "Do you girls want to do something today? Maybe go on a picnic or something?"

Jenny Hill frowned at her husband of 22 years. "I think a more practical idea is you and me going shopping and Clarissa cleaning her room. Don't you think young lady?"

Clarissa pouted up at her mother, and said, "But mom—"

Jenny held up her hand and her daughter stopped in her tracks verbally.

"Now I know you haven't been in that place in three days but that doesn't mean it isn't a mess, now does it missy?"

"No Mommy," said Clarissa sulkily.

As her daughter stood up from the table and turned to walk to the stairs leading up to her bedroom, Jenny reached out and pulled her daughter close and hugged her tightly.

She whispered in her ear, "I love you sweetie, but no matter how much sex we have I can't stop being your mother, got it?" Clarissa looked in her mom's eyes and began to break into a happy smile.

"I got it, Mommy," said Clarissa.

As Conrad watched his sexy young daughter retreat up to her bedroom he found himself looking for the exit strategy that seemed to elude him at the moment. Maybe he could distract his wife and get out before she remembered she wants to go shopping.

"Honey, I think I should take the car to be checked at the shop, it's been making a few funny sounds. So maybe we can do the shopping trip next time." Conrad stood and kissed his wife and turned toward the back door. He felt a small hand grab his arm with surprising strength.

"Hold on sailor, you aren't getting off that easy. Besides I think you won't mind coming with me to pick out some nice new slut outfits, huh?"

Jenny Hill knew her husband's weakness for her in sexy skimpy dresses that only she, out of all of the PTA mom's in their neighborhood would dare to wear.

"Well I guess I could let the car slide," Conrad said sliding his arm around his wife's waist, and pulling her close; his hand slipping up the back of her loose blouse.

"Not here sir, please," said Jenny in her submissive slut voice.

She leaned in close to her husband's ear and whispered, "Save it for the dressing room."

"I think I will," said Conrad thinking about the last "shopping trip" they had gone on together.

Twenty minutes later both parents were on their way to the local mall, and the sexy shops that Jenny and Conrad loved to frequent, and Clarissa their young daughter and now lover as well, went about her chores, picking up clothes thrown about her room; folding and depositing them in their proper place.

*****

Clarissa was finishing brushing out her hair, after spending two hours tidying her room up. This seemed like plenty of time to spend on this and thought her mother would think it looked, well at least presentable. Clarissa really wanted to visit her friend Lindsey and ask her if she was really going out with her brother. That of course was what was going around the local kid rumor mill at the moment, and she really hoped beyond hope it was true. Lindsey was a doll and Clarissa's best friend and she thought it would be a dream if she went out with her brother Paul.

Paul Hill pulled into the driveway in his car (his dad's old one he thought to himself) and got out and walked in a foot dragging manor into his mom and dad's home. The house he had called home for 18 years until he had decided the best thing for him was to move away and stay at school, giving him a chance to find his own way as a man. Or as he now thought of that idea: blah blah blah. As Paul walked into the kitchen and opened the fridge, finding his mom's leftover chicken soup in a bowl, he thought he must have been crazy to leave home. 'What am I crazy,' he thought, 'I like living here.'

Paul opened a cabinet and found his old soup mug in it just like always. The young man smiled thinking about his mom bringing him hot chicken soup in bed when he was a kid. Her pretty, smiling face always made him feel better before the soup. Paul took out a ladle and filled his old mug and put it in the microwave and waited for it to beep its message of impending hot goodness.

Clarissa heard a bit of noise downstairs and smiled to herself, thinking maybe her Daddy and Mommy had returned early; Clarissa could feel herself getting horny again thinking about that possibility. She padded down the steps in her socks and stopped as she caught sight of her big brother standing in the kitchen by the microwave. She almost called to him, wondering what he was doing home; after all he wasn't supposed to visit for another week. But then she stopped, and just watched him. He seemed to be kind of sad she thought, or like he was troubled at least. She knew his expressions like the back of her hand, so she was sure she knew something was wrong.

Maybe he was going out with Lindsey, thought Clarissa, and now they were breaking up before she had even confirmed they were an item. She hoped that wasn't true; Paul and Lindsey dating would be like having Lindsey as her sister. As the 18 year old looked at her handsome brother she thought, 'Wow, he is kind of hot isn't he?' No wonder Lindsey would be attracted to him. She had always just thought of him as Paul- her brother- a nice boy but still just her brother. But now that she had fucked her mom and dad ... well it seemed that any man -- even her brother -- was fair game.

Clarissa admired her brothers' tall lean form. He was taller than their father, at least 6' 3" and had broad shoulders and was in great shape from all the weights he lifted at the gym. He took after Mommy with his blonde hair, but was of course on the tall side like Daddy, Clarissa thought to herself, 'I wonder if his cock is as big as Daddy's.'

Paul took his soup out of the microwave and sat and took a sip, and then went to work with his spoon. He sat back in the kitchen chair and smiled eating his mom's delicious soup. It is just the same he thought to himself. He thought about the nasty food he got living on campus and found his mom's soup even more comforting. Paul put down his mug and stood and walked to his mother's apron hanging by the oven on a hook. He took it down and held it up to his face and he found that under the smell of cooking, he easily made out the sent of his mom's perfume. She smelled so good, the glum feeling son thought to himself, as he held it close to him.

"Damn, but I want to move back home," said Paul, putting the apron back on its hook. Someone cleared their throat, and Paul turned to see his sister standing in the doorway to the kitchen.

"Umm ... then why not move back?" said the small pretty girl standing before him.

Paul sputtered and then said, "Hey stop spying on me squirt. Just because I say something doesn't mean I ... well ... mean it."

"But if you aren't happy; I know Mommy and Daddy would love to have you back home. I just know it!" The young girl felt herself becoming more excited thinking how it would be just perfect if Paul moved home, especially now. Everything was new and exciting at home, and she knew her mother would be delighted to have her son back in her house, for more than one reason.

Paul looked at his very sexy sister, in her belly baring shirt and shorts she was quite a sight for sore eyes. He remembered spying on her in her room a couple of times when they were younger, before he moved away to go to college.

"Clarissa, it just isn't that simple. It would be like admitting I can't ... you know, hack it -- on my own I mean. You have no idea what an embarrassing thing that would be for me to say to Dad. I made it very clear I wanted out of the house and all his rules.

"Imagine what he would say if I showed up back at his door with my tail between my legs."

Clarissa could see that her brother was in a state of distress, and that he was just as sensitive as always. She knew he tried to hide it and act all tough, and macho like a guy as big and manly as he was should act. She also knew, though that it was just an act. Paul was just as much a shy and gentle soul as a man could be. She had to help him make the right choice but first, maybe a change of subject would disarm him and put her sexy older brother at ease.

"Oh Paul, are you dating Lindsey?"

"What? Oh for goodness sake Squirt, what gives you that idea? Lindsey is a kid, just like you, and besides a hot girl like her has a million guys to choose from, so why go out with a drippy geek like your brother?" Paul saw his kid comment stung Clarissa a little, and felt bad immediately.

Clarissa stepped up close to her brother and put her arms up around his neck; standing on her tip toes like a ballerina. She put her head on his chest and felt her small tit's press into his lower chest.

"You are not a drippy geek, Paul. Geek maybe, but not a drippy one," said Clarissa.

"Thanks Squirt," said the startled brother, bringing his hands up his sister's back and hugging her. He found, that this -- in a very pleasant way -- only served to push her soft small breasts into his body even more. The older boy found himself thinking about how she smelled really good, and felt even better in his arms. Paul leaned his face down into his sisters red hair and inhaled her shampoo.

Paul began to become aware of a potentially embarrassing problem, as his penis began to harden slowly but surely. He tried many old standby techniques, including thinking of his schedule of classes and the baseball scores from last night, but nothing was working and he became aware that his sister was groaning and pressing her hips closer to his own hips. Paul reached up almost panicking and tried to take his sisters arms from around his neck, but he found that he could not un-lace her fingers, no matter how he tried. It seemed crazy that his petite little sister seemed to be superhumanly strong all of a sudden. "Please, Clarissa, please let go," Paul begged, "You have to stop."

"I just want you to know you can have any girl," said his sister.

"You made your point honey." Paul felt her fingers loosen but as she put down her hands she dragged them across his chest sending ripples of pleasure through his body, and sending his level of hardness through the roof. Paul felt his cock press against his sister and blushed brightly. "I am sorry, so sorry Squirt, but you shouldn't do that."

"I'm not sorry, big brother," said Clarissa. She looked up at her brother and felt her knees going week almost with desire, she knew the signs of her own arousal, and it felt so good to her to be in her big brothers strong arms. She knew Mommy wanted to fuck him, and planned to find a way to make it happen, but she also knew her Mommy wouldn't be mad if she seduced Paul first.

Clarissa's cunt already felt wet and as she pressed into her brother she felt her panties sticking to her pussy. Clarissa felt her brothers hands rub up and down her back, even as his mouth moved mouthing words of shock and disgust at her sexual advances. The teen-ager knew her brother was hers as she felt his cock hard against her tummy.

Paul was ready to run, but couldn't get his feet to move and rather than let go of his little sister, he began to slide his hands under her tight midriff t-shirt. His hands on her bare hot skin turned his breathing up a notch. He began to pant as he shook his head but couldn't take his eyes off his sister as he felt her skin. His little sister raised her arms up and almost in a trance he lifted it up and over her head. She wasn't in a bra, and marveled at how incredible and firm they looked. They stood on their own even without a bra; perfect small cones with hard pointy nipples almost sticking upward.

Clarissa reached up and pulled at the back of her brothers head and after a second of resistance felt him give way and let her pull his face down to her chest. Felt him take a stiff nipple in his hot mouth; she moaned as he sucked gently. Clarissa pressed hard on the back of his head.

"Oh god, Paul, bite it hard for me," said the hot sibling.

Paul could not believe his sister -- Squirt -- was this hot. Her tiny hard nipple felt so sexy in his mouth, and he suddenly found himself biting down on it harder, found he couldn't care less that it was his sister he was chewing on the nipple of. Paul had never been this turned on in his life, and he didn't know if it was because he was making out with, and sucking the tit of his sister, or if it was because he had never been with a girl as hot as this. He knew his sister probably thought her brother was an experienced stud, but that was far from the case, having gone to third base with one girl in his life.

Clarissa was beside herself, feeling her sweet brothers' mouth and teeth on her nipple. 'The other one Paul, please bite the other one," the sexy young teen said.

Paul bit down on her other nipple as he shifted his mouth over, reaching up and taking the first nipples in his fingers and pinching it.

"Oh Paul please, harder, please. Do it rougher, big brother."

Paul bit down harder and pulled with his teeth, and tugged roughly on the other nipple with his fingers. The young brother found himself twisting his sisters tender red nipple around hard and felt her gasp and moan louder.

"GOD YES!! PLEASE PAUL, PLEASE!! MORE! MORE!!"

Paul lifted his face and grabbed his sister's upper arms, and pushed her away, suddenly not feeling any qualms about possibly hurting her. He shook his sister and looked at her face; a mask of lust and arousal. The brother scanned his sister's face and almost didn't know what to make as she seemed to be almost in a sexual trance. 'My god,' he thought, 'My sister is a fucking nympho.' Without thinking he smacked his sister's face. SMACK! He looked at her and saw her breath faster as she smiled up at him after he had slapped her. Paul felt his hand come up, almost on its own and crack across her face again, making a red handprint on one cheek.

Clarissa reached up and felt her hot red cheek, and knew that she was now past caring about what her brother thought. She loved the rough treatment her Daddy gave her sexually, and it seemed that even if he didn't know it Paul was also suppressing his true needs. She knew now that just as she was like her mother and needed a man to dominate her and treat her like a slut, her brother was in his heart like their father; a man who needed to treat a slut like a slut, a whore like a whore. And it didn't mean anything at all if that slut was his wife, or daughter ... or sister.

"Please Paul, kiss me sweet brother."

"Don't say anything!" Paul slapped his sisters' face as he said this.

Paul spun his sister around and bent her over the kitchen table.

"Take this off," said Paul tugging at his sister's shorts. He reached around and unzipped her shorts and yanked hard almost buckling her knees as he almost toppled her pulling them to her ankles. The strong insanely aroused older brother grabbed his little sister's thin cotton panties and pulled hard tearing them off of her like tissue paper.

"You dirty little cunt," said Paul, running his left hand over her tight ass. His little sister moaned like a bitch in heat as he felt her up from behind. Paul almost could not believe he had called his sister a cunt. But he wasn't sure what was more shocking: that the words had come from his mouth, or that she seemed to love the abusive language. Paul reached out and grabbed her hair and tugged her face around so she was looking at her big brother. Paul reached out and gripped her face between his fingers and leaned close and kissed her hard pushing his tongue inside her mouth and tangling it with her own tongue. Clarissa moaned into her brothers' mouth, and Paul felt his cock throb in answer to her moans, and her insistent tongue on his own tongue. His sister kissed in a hungry, needy way trying to draw him into her own passion.

It was working, as Paul broke free and reached down and ran his hand over his sister's ass. When he saw her shudder at his touch and arch her back; he brought back his hand and brought it down on her ass cheek. He heard his sister moan throatily.

"Harder Paul, harder," the petite teen said.

Paul brought his hand back and slapped her ass harder and then brought it down on the other side warming her other cheek. His sister's moans grew, and as he started to slap her ass harder each time he slapped down on it, he began to not even be in control of his own hand it seemed when suddenly he looked up and saw tears rolling down his little sister's cheeks. He stopped the spanking and realized his own hand was stinging, and her small round ass was bright red.

Paul stood and looked at his sister's red almost blistered ass and panted to himself, worried at first he had hurt her to badly. Then he saw the content and happy smile on her face, even as tears streamed down her face. "Thank you big brother," said Clarissa.

Paul was almost back to his senses, and might have stopped the incestuous act, if his sexy little sister had not stood up at that moment and turned and begun to kiss him passionately. Clarissa's tongue squirmed into his mouth and made tight circles around Paul's own tongue. The naked teen-ager began, as she broke their tongue kiss, to kiss her way down her brother's neck, and as she reached the top of his chest she began to un-button his shirt.

Clarissa kissed her way down her brother's muscular chest; thinking that she had no idea her brother was so handsome. 'I guess you just never think of family that way, usually,' thought the young girl.

Paul gazed down at his sister as she pushed his shirt off his shoulder's exposing his chest and stomach. The still somewhat shocked older brother watched as his little sister ran her pink tongue around his normally hidden six pack abs.

Paul didn't ever remember a girl looking as hot and as into sex as his sister did right now. Paul could feel his younger sister's hand rubbing up and down his now rock hard cock. The young man didn't remember ever being harder than he was at the moment. Clarissa gripped her brother's cock in her hand through his pants and stroked it up and down slowly as she licked and kissed his firm belly.

"Your cock is so hard Paul, it feels so good," said Clarissa looking up at her brother. "I love how it feels in my hand." Clarissa began to unzip Paul's pants.

"Will you please fuck my little mouth?" Clarissa said, looking up at her brother.

Her lips pouted slightly in an almost petulant way, as she looked sweetly up at her older brother, Paul. "Please big brother, fuck my slutty little mouth," said Clarissa.

"Oh Clarissa, this is too much."

"Why big brother?" said Clarissa with a tilt of her head, while continuing to reach into her brother's pants with her hand. Clarissa's eyes widened as she felt her brother's hard and long cock. She thought to herself, this might be bigger than Daddy's.

"Because this is wrong, Clarissa, you aren't supposed to suck your brother's cock."

"Why not?" said Clarissa.

"Because!" Paul said as his little sister pulled his hard cock out in the open.

She slapped it playfully and sensually against her cheek. Paul's cock was at least nine inches long, though maybe just a tad less thick than her father's cock, Clarissa noticed. "Am I not supposed to do this, big brother?" Clarissa took his head between her wet lips and licked his pee hole gently.

"No, you aren't," Paul said, none to convincingly. After he spoke he groaned, and reached down to pull his sister away, but found he could not and simply tangled his fingers in her long pretty red hair.

Clarissa suckled on the tip of her brother's cock and swirled her tongue around the head and upper shaft. Every once in a few licks she would bring her tongue to bear licking his piss hole and then down the shaft. She looked up at her brother and watched his face as she engulfed more and more of his big cock in her mouth. Lifting her mouth away from his cock for a moment she looked up at her brother and saw him look at her wonderingly.

"Should I keep going Pauly?" Clarissa teased.

"Please."

"Don't beg, tell me. Make me," said the sexy girl at his feet.

Paul tightened his grip on his sister's hair and leaned over and said, "Suck that cock."

"Suck that cock, what?" said Clarissa.

"Suck my cock you fucking bitch! Put it in your slut mouth and SUCK!" Paul felt his hand tremble as he pulled his sister's face to his cock, and felt her mouth slide over it.

Paul couldn't imagine anything feeling better than his own sister's mouth at that moment, and began to pump his shaft in and out of her pretty face. Paul felt his sister gag over and over as he pushed more and more of his shaft down into her mouth. He could see spit dripping down her chin and landing on her small cone shaped tits.

The boy found he didn't care about her discomfort at this moment, and he had a feeling she didn't either. His sister's eyes were glued to his as he fucked her face deeper and deeper, feeling his cock head hit the back of Clarissa's throat.

He looked down at his sister. "Look at me you slut. Open that throat," said Paul.

"NOW!" Paul said as he pulled his cock back and drove it into his sister's tight throat, his cock sliding down into her throat, as she swallowed to let him in. Her eyes bulged as she looked up at her brother with her lips stretched around his cock shaft.

Paul held his cock in her throat until she began to turn red all over her face and then pulled back quickly. His cock popping out of her mouth, and a huge amount of drool hung from his cock to her mouth and he looked down at his sister begin to cough and choke. As she calmed down she looked up at Paul, and where Paul expected to see reproach, was only the expression of an excited slut.

"Would you like to fuck me big brother?" said Clarissa, sweetly.

"Would I? Of course I would!" Paul said, as all his previous inhibitions fell away.

"Then do it! Make me your fucking slut. Use me Paul! Please! PLEASE!"

Paul was shocked a little by his sisters' words but could no longer deny what he was feeling anymore, and as he stepped back and finished pulling off his remaining clothes, including his shoes, he kept his eyes on his little sister kneeling obediently on the floor watching him with a loving expression on her face. Paul stepped back and considered his options, and then he said, "Get up! On your feet and lay down on the kitchen table."

Clarissa obeyed her brother with a slight squeal of delight. As she lay back she felt so open and exposed to her brother and wanted him to know she was his to do with what he wanted. The teen-ager lifted her knees and bent them to her chest exposing her sopping wet cunt to her big brother's view. The girl could feel his eyes on her and then his breath as well as she looked down between her legs to find Paul pressing his face to her pussy. She felt his tongue begin to part her lips and explore her inner folds gently at first and then more insistently.

Paul thrust his tongue into his sister's tight little hole and tickled her there.

He looked up between her legs and said, "You love it don't you, you fucking slut?"

"I do, I do. I want to be a whore, and I want your help," said Clarissa, with a slight whimper in her voice. "Please treat me like what I am."

Paul put the palms of his hands on his sister's thighs and pushed his tongue back into her sweet tasting twat. As he ate at his young sister's slick center, he began to dig his fingers into her soft supple thighs. Paul heard her whimper in pain and also in excitement as he could tell she was enjoying his rough treatment as well as his ministrations with his tongue. The deeply aroused brother lifted his left hand and brought it down on Clarissa's thigh. THWACK! Paul felt his little sister shudder and cry out, and then moan softly. Again his hand came up -- this time his right -- and down it came hard on her other thigh. THWACK!! Paul listened as his sister would cry out in pain and then moan with pain induced pleasure. Each time he hit her soft sensitive inner thigh her moans became more and more intense. Clarissa was now grinding her ass on the kitchen table.

"Oh please, Paul. It hurts so nice. I like to be hurt Paul." Clarissa began to moan even louder as her brother began to suck hard at her swollen clit.

Paul pulled his mouth away for a moment and looked down at the hard pink clit between his sisters' legs; at the wet swollen pussy mound. He then looked up at her desperate and aroused face, and brought his hand up and then down between her legs, slapping her pussy hard. The sound rung in the kitchen, but not as loud as the scream; followed by the sighing gasps of his sister as she thrust her cunt up at him.

Paul immediately jammed two fingers into his little sister and began to fuck them in and out forcefully, while with his other hand he pressed and rubbed her clit. Paul felt his sister push against his hands as he fucked her beautiful box with his fingers.

"GOD PAUL, GOD!! YOU'RE GOING TO MAKE ME COME!!" screamed the young girl as her brother manipulated her cunt.

"That's it cum for me Clarry come for me ...!" Paul said, using his childhood name for his sister. It somehow made it dirtier to use that name and it appeared to have an affect on Clarissa as well, as she began to thrash and buck her hips up hard at his hands.

"OH YES, PAUL YES! MAKE CLARRY CUM ... HARD!!! AH AH ... YEAH!!"

Clarissa thrashed about and Paul's hand became flooded by his sister's pussy juice as it ran down his fingers and onto the table. Paul pressed his hand onto her tummy to hold her down and calm her somewhat, as Clarissa moaned and gasped for breath.

Paul stood and looked at his sister and as she began to calm and to turn her eyes up to him, and flash her sweet smile -- the smile he had known all his life -- he slammed his rock hard cock deep into her feeling her tight wet sheath grip and squeeze his cock as his shocked but still horny sister, arched her back and cry out in ecstasy feeling her brother penetrate her box.

Paul pulled back and rammed back in deep, feeling his sister slide over the table from the force of his thrust. Paul pushed his little sister's legs wide and fucked in and out of her wet sloppy cunt with long strokes he knew that he wouldn't last long and didn't care. This wouldn't be the last time he fucked her tight cunt, he now knew.

"Oh Paul, fuck my little cunt fuck it. FUCK IT!!" Clarissa cried out to her brother.

"OH CLARRY, SQUIRT, I'M GONNA CUM SO HARD!!" Paul felt his orgasm rising and knew it was over for him as he went over the top.

"YES!! YES!! Big brother is coming in your hole—" Paul felt as if he had exploded as his cock began to jet into his sister's sloppy hole, filling her up as he watched her eyes widen as he filled her up with his sperm.

"Oh Paul, cum inside me yes do it big brother," Clarissa moaned with a smile on her face as she felt her brother's cum leak out of her twat and drip down her ass crack.

Paul leaned forward and kissed his little sister on her red lips and then slipped his arms around her and stood up and held her close as he continued to kiss her.

Clarissa's legs circled her brother's back and held her body closer as well. She felt so close and warm and loved she found, and that made her burst with happy feelings. She loved to be sexual and fucking her father and mother, and now her brother was so wonderful as to almost put her beside herself.

Now that the sex had ended Paul could not bring himself to think of his sister as a whore, but her knew that he certainly would never mind treating her like one from now on. Paul broke off his kiss and sat down in the kitchen chair he always did at home. His beautiful sister was now perched in his lap facing him with her legs draped over his hips; he supported her and looked at her pretty face, and smiled. Paul could already feel his cock beginning to stir all over again. He wanted to fuck his pretty, slutty, whorish sister again; and soon. But a thought was bothering him very much as he looked over at where mom and dad often sat for breakfast.

Clarissa began to grind harder on her brother and as his cock sprang pleasantly back to complete life she squirmed and reached between her and her brother and grasped his cock in her hand and, raising herself she inserted his already throbbing member into her sloppy cum leaking box. Clarissa's brother groaned as he felt his baby sister's soaking wet but still snug cunt envelope him. Paul gripped her hips and began to bounce her up and down his cock filling her sisterly cunt up deep with each thrust.

Paul felt his cum squish out around his now newly stiff pole, and he was in heaven except for a thought that was bothering him. He pushed that away though for now as he fucked his hot slutty -- and paradoxically -- sweet little sister.

The two hot siblings fucked in this way for ten minutes before the older brother began to fuck faster and deeper, bouncing his petite little sister up and down harder on his rigid penis. Both brother and sister gasped and came pressing and holding each other close as the older brother emptied his balls into his younger sister's cunt.

"OH PAUL!! CUM IN ME AGAIN!!"

"I AM SIS, I AM!!! OH IT'S SO GOOD!!" shouted Paul as he came spurting into Clarissa over and over until his cum poured down over his balls, and onto the kitchen chair. Clarissa panted and laid her head on her brother's chest.

"Oh my, that is a mess down there," she giggled looking down at the spot her cunt and her brother's cock joined. "We have quite a clean-up big brother," Clarissa sighed laying her head back on her brother's chest.

"I was thinking something like that too," said Paul. "I mean can you imagine if mom and dad found out about this."

Clarissa looked up at her big brother (bigger in more than one way she now knew) and smiled sheepishly. "You know Paul, about that," she said.

Paul looked at his sis and frowned.

"About what Sis?" he said looking at her funny smile.

"I kind of don't think Daddy and Mommy will be all that upset."

"How the hell did you start having sex with Mommy and Daddy?" Paul said shaking his head incredulously.

Paul, a tall good looking boy of 20 sat in the jeans and t-shirt he came home in about three hours earlier, talking to his younger sister Clarissa, an innocent but very attractive young girl of 18 with long red hair and blue eyes. Clarissa had a light sweater on over the t-shirt she had been wearing when three hours before the current conversation; she had seduced her brother into fucking her within an inch of her life. She could still feel a flush on her face and though it almost felt like she felt her brothers very large cock still buried inside her cunt. The pair of shorts she now wore was much looser and more casual than the pair she had worn then, and she sat with her knees tightly drawn together, hands clasped together in her lap; she appeared to be the picture of demure ladylike innocence. Quite a contrast to the earlier slutty persona her brother Paul had been exposed to, to say the least. Clarissa loved her brother just as she loved her mom and dad, but she was also a very sexual being, and she had been slowly over the last couple of months been discovering just how much of one she was. It was strange, she thought, to feel like such a slut much of the time, and like plain old former Girl Scout Clarissa the rest. But after talking to her mom, she had found that her mom was much like her: a thoroughly nice person, who was also an insatiable nymph.

"It kind of started with Daddy, and from there well ... it grew," said the young teen.

"Grew? Well I would say it grew alright," Paul said with a smile, as he reached over and patted his sister on the back lovingly. Paul leaned back and laughed and drew his sister down into his arms, holding her snuggly against the side of his chest.

"Sis? ... Did you really suck off a bunch of guys at my school?"

Clarissa looked up sheepishly at Paul. "How did you find out?"

"Well some guys said, 'Hey Hill, we got blow jobs from your sister,' and as you might think would happen, I took a punch at one guy, and called him a liar."

Clarissa grimaced and spoke in a whisper, "I'm sorry. Did anyone get hurt?"

"Yeah, me," said Paul.

"Really," Clarissa said, in an even smaller voice.

"Well there were like five of them and one of me."

"Maybe I should stop that now; you know now that I have better guys to do."

As Clarissa said this, she ran her small soft hand down over her brother jeans and felt his rapidly growing cock jump as her hand passed over it.

Paul grabbed her hand and pulled it away and as his sister pouted up at him he looked at her and spoke in a tone of reproach. "Mommy and Daddy will be home soon, and I don't think we should start anymore funny business right now."

"But Pauly, Daddy and Mommy like this stuff. I know they want to play with us both. Mommy said she wants to see what you have in your pants," Clarissa said in a sexy little girlish voice that only made things worse for the older brother she scrunched up to on the sofa.

Paul sat up more on the couch and using his considerable muscle lifted his petite sister onto his lap and felt her squirm on his, now stiff rod. Paul groaned slightly feeling his sweet little sis's tight firm ass move on his cock. He curled his arms around her.

"You know it's just ... I don't know if I am ready for ... you know, with them."

Clarissa twisted her neck to look at her big brother and saw he still looked a little shy about this whole thing, and looking at him, seeing him feeling that way, just reminded her all over why she adored him as a brother and as a friend. She kissed his nose, and pressed back against his chest.

"You mustn't feel like that Paul," said Clarissa, "Mom and dad make everything seem just so natural, really."

Paul loved his sis but couldn't get the nagging thought from his mind that this was un-natural; it did seem to be the opposite of all he had ever been taught. Even by his parents. But sitting there like that with her warm sexy butt pressed on his lap, it was hard to deny that -- at least right now -- this all seemed so very right, both for him, and certainly for her.

Paul looked at his sexy sister and, unable to help resist, began to caress her firm breasts through her sweater. Her sweet firm breasts caused him to think about his mom's somewhat larger, but no less sexy rack. Paul wondered how many times he had lain in bed thinking about his mom's tits. It was probably hundreds.

Clarissa purred in her throat as her brother felt her tits up. She knew he was going to get worked up once more and hoped he would be ready to make a move on Mommy later.

The teen-aged girl also was still wondering if her brother had a thing for her best friend, Lindsey. Lindsey was the sexiest girl she knew, and also just like a sister to Clarissa, and -- at least she thought so -- the perfect girl for her brother.

"Paul do you think you might still ask out Lindsey?"

'What?" Paul paused his feeling of his sister's tits and looked at her strangely.

"Lindsey, Paul. Would you ask her out now?"

"Clarissa I just fucked you, and you just basically said, 'Oh goody, now I can fuck you all I want,' and you come and ask me if I still want to date your friend."

"Of course I still want you to date Lindsey. Paul just because you fuck me doesn't mean we are getting married. After all the way I see it Lindsey is just right for you, and I like her, and Mommy likes her, and Daddy likes her, so what could be better.

"Look at it this way, imagine if you guys got married and she became part of the family, why then we could all fuck and be one big happy, right? What could beat that?"

Paul listened to his little sisters strange logic, and then sat and stared of into space for a minute, as his brain processed the strange but somehow compelling argument Clarissa made. It was true that he did indeed think of Lindsey as his ideal girlfriend; and in many ways as real future plan making settle down material. He did however find it odd how his sweet little sister just automatically assumed Lindsey would be just totally into living a life of incest and promiscuity. Of course when his sister talked about her best friend she had always seemed able to almost read her mind, in the past. So anything was possible, Paul thought as he rubbed his sisters' chest gently.

The siblings both heard the front door open simultaneously and both jumped and straightened out their clothes to seem as if nothing untoward was going on. To Clarissa this seemed particularly amusing, especially after she had just finished telling her brother how into playing with them both, her parents would be.

Paul could see his sister stifle a laugh, and flashed his best all natural smile on his face as his mom and dad walked in the house holding several shopping bags while at the same time groping and hugging each other.

Paul smiled and called out, "Hey you guys get a room!"

The attractive middle aged parents broke apart with a laugh, and dropped their packages; turned and walked over to their kids.

"Paul! Oh baby, it's so great to see you. We missed you," Jenny said to her son.

Paul's father grabbed his hand and shook it as his wife let her son go, and then pulled his son to him and hugged him tight as well. "We really missed you kid," Conrad whispered in his sons ear.

"Thanks dad," said Paul stepping back to look at his father. Paul could help but picture his father fucking his sister, and looked away embarrassed. If Paul had been any other boy his age, his father would have thought something odd, but on the contrary, Paul had always been shy and it seemed just like Paul to be embarrassed by a show of emotion.

"So what brings you home so early? You said you wouldn't visit for another week."

Paul found himself trying to almost think of an excuse, but realized the truth was just that, the truth. Paul over at his mom and saw her discretely take his sister's hand and draw her over to the shopping bags on the floor by the front door.

"Help Mommy bring this stuff upstairs, Clarissa," Jenny said to her daughter.

Paul watched his undoubtedly hot little sister and his equally hot -- he now realized -- mom carry bags up to the second floor, and vanish into the bedrooms.

"So what's the story Paul?" asked Conrad.

"Well, that's the thing ... I think I want to drop going to State, and move back home."

Paul held his breath and watched his father's face. On his father's side, he stared back at the young man blankly, as if he had just said he was leaving with aliens in the morning. "What the heck are you talking about Paul?" Conrad finally said.

"I'm not dropping out of school," Paul continued hurriedly, "I'm just gonna transfer to Lawson, where Clarissa is gonna go."

Paul was taller than his dad, but at moments like this he always felt shorter. He could swear as a matter of fact that he was looking up at his dad right now, and that he was still a skinny ten year old, instead of the muscular 20 year old standing before his old man.

Conrad scanned his sons face and saw the nervous energy coming from him.

'This is going to set you back you know," said the older man.

"I know."

'I don't think you do," Conrad continued, "You have no idea how hard—"

"But I do dad," the young man interrupted. "I know I put you through crap begging you and mom to help me go away to State, but it just isn't comfortable for me there.

"This is sucking big time to admit to you after all that I said, but I was wrong, I don't think I can cut it yet being away from home." Paul stood and exhaled, and watched his father's face.

Conrad, put his hands in his pockets and cracked a smile looking at his nervous son.

"First: I don't like you interrupting me, got it?"

Paul gulped and nodded.

"Second: where you go to school is your business, and it isn't disappointing to me that you come home to live. And it doesn't matter whether you go to State or Lawson.

"But let me tell you, you can cut anything you want to cut, and it is not any kind of disgrace to say that you don't think you want to live away from home yet. It isn't that you can't, it is that you don't want to do it. Maybe in a year you will. But you don't have to, and frankly it isn't going to break mom's heart if you want to move home."

Paul hadn't been this relieved in his life. He exhaled and gave his dad a grin, and then heard feminine laughter come from upstairs, and looked up as did his father, and wondered what was so funny.

His dad wondered also.

What was so funny?

Clarissa had finished telling her mom that she had fucked Paul before her and her father had gotten home. Jenny Hill was tickled, and completely happy as she hugged her daughter to her chest and laughed, until her daughter's serious face also cracked and she began to giggle as well.

Clarissa pushed her mom away at arms length. "Mommy you can't say anything to Paul!" said Clarissa with a pout.

"And why not?"

"Well ... he still is kind of ... spooked about it all."

Jenny Hill thought a moment as she looked at her daughter, and then thinking about the horny story her little girl had just told of her brothers sudden transformation into a dominant male, she realized, at least in this case, that mommy knew what was best.

"Don't worry, honey, everything will work out in the end," said Jenny, patting and rubbing her daughters back in a maternal way.

Clarissa melted into her mom and kissed her full lips, slipping her tongue into her mother's mouth for a moment to feel her warm tongue on her own. Clarissa moaned slightly as she parted her lips from her mother, and her mom turned her around and swatted her on the ass playfully.

"Go tell your dad I told him to give you a lift to Lindsey's house," Jenny said. "And let him know I am not going to allow him to just loan you the car, not after your last fender bender." Jenny handed her daughter two twenty dollar bills from her purse, saying, "Pick up some Chinese food for you and Lindsey, she never can get to Yin's, and she loves it. And get your dad to stay and keep you and Lindsey, company, and have dinner with you. He is starving."

Clarissa looked back at her mother; an offended look on her face, and then as her mom smirked back at her, she thought she saw a plan behind her words.

"Oh but Mommy, whatever will you and Paul do all alone?" Clarissa teased turning and swirling her hair around her pretty face and wiggling her tight little round ass at her sexy mother. Jenny called, "Don't sass me young lady." The mother of two admiring her daughters retreating ass, as the young girl all but skipped to the staircase.

Fifteen minutes later Paul found himself sitting and watching TV alone, as his father was hustled out of the house under full protest that he was hoping to have a civilized dinner for once with his family all together, and what the hell is the big deal about him having to cart his daughter -- an 18 year old woman -- all the way across town to see HER girlfriend. Clarissa's response was that mom had given her money and they could all have a dinner party like when they were little girls and Daddy would take both girl's to Yin's Golden Dragon restaurant.

In one way Paul was not un-happy to see his dad leave, because although he was very cool about Paul moving back home, the younger man still felt funny about it all.

Paul flipped through one channel after another and settled on the MLB network and a report about the pennant race. Absent mindedly the young man began to multi-task in the way only kids could, his father always said, as he picked up a book he was reading from the coffee table, and began to read, and keep an eye occasionally on the MLB report. Paul at some point put his feet on the coffee table and turned his head to look around the living room, wondering if mom planned to start dinner anytime soon.

It had been some time since Paul had, had his soup back when we arrived, and he felt a slight rumble in his stomach.

Paul stood and walked in the kitchen and looked in the fridge. Lots of food, but nothing he felt comfortable putting together. This was of course the occupational hazard of having a mom who was a home-maker, and always did the cooking.

He vaguely found himself wishing he had spent more time in the kitchen like his sister had as a kid.

"MOM!" Paul called out in the general direction of the ceiling.

The boy walked closer to the staircase. "Mom! Are you going to be making dinner soon!" called Paul, listening for some sign she had heard him.

Paul began to climb the stairs and at the top he could hear his parents shower running. Paul thought he must have sounded like a spoiled brat a moment ago, and was kind of glad his mom hadn't heard him. Of course the next thing he heard was his mothers voice from her bathroom call over the shower noise, "Paul, Mommy will be out in a minute, then I'll go fix you something after I get dressed!"

As Paul's shoulders slumped he walked over to his bedroom and slipped into his and Clarissa's bathroom and turned on the shower. He looked about and saw that Clarissa sure had made it a VERY girly place indeed since he had moved out. Well, Paul thought to himself, I guess I can fix that eventually. The young man slipped into the shower and thought about the day, and some of the, incredible things already having happened.

Not only had he broken the news to his parents that he was moving back home, but he had fucked his sister, and discovered that she was fucking with his parents as well. He thought that -- at least -- made his other momentous news seem rather like no big deal. The young man also could not figure out his reaction to his sisters love of rougher treatment, and how he had fallen right in step talking to her in filthy terms, and yet strangely going right back to normal right after they came down from their erotic high. In his mind Paul had always thought that guys and gals who liked rough sex and dominance and submission play were ... well kind of just a bunch of weirdo's. Now that he had found his own sister; and his mother and father, all liked this ... well who knew what was and wasn't weird. His own turn on by being rough and dominant toward his sis had been almost overwhelming.

Thinking about the things he had discovered that day began to make him feel horny all over again. It made him wish his sister was still home and not out with dad and Lindsey. Paul absently stroked his thick hard shaft, and as he looked down he pictured his sister on her knees sucking his 9 inch cock into her small throat.

The young man let go of his meat and shook his head and rinsed and took a towel and dried his body. Wrapping the towel around his waist he padded to his room next door.

Paul certainly was glad his mom had preserved his bedroom like Washington's birth place now, he thought as he walked in. She had turned out right when she had said, 'You never know when you might want a nice soft bed and a home cooked meal."

Paul looked up at his full sized bed and his eyes fell on his mother sitting naked on his bed; her legs were crossed, but she leaned back on her hands thus thrusting out her 36c tits. She smiled in a warm and friendly -- though decidedly un-matronly -- way at him. Her long blond hair was brushed straight and fell down her back behind her, and it shined in the low bedroom lights. Paul noticed that even at her age (42) her tummy though evidencing a slight bulge, was still soft and firm looking. It was the kind of tummy that on a woman invites kisses and touching.

"Hi sweetie, do you like how Mommy looks?"

Paul felt like he was standing in quicksand and realized with a start he was about to sit down on the floor, and stood back up. He blinked, and shook his head, as if he was seeing a figment of his imagination, and it would soon disappear.

"Well? Do you?" his mother asked in her sexy purr.

Paul felt his cock poking out the towel around his waist and looked down.

'That's okay, Mommy just got her answer sweetheart," said Jenny.

Paul grabbed his rebellious cock and tried to shove it back under the towel, as he watched his mother stand and walk toward him. He now saw that like her daughter Clarissa, his mom had a smooth pussy mound and cunt. She walked up to him with no shame or embarrassment, and this only made her son more nervous.

The woman stopped in front of her son and dropped to her knees before him and gazed up at his face and said, "Its okay honey, Mommy knows you fucked Clarissa."

"Can't she keep her mouth shut," Paul sputtered.

"No she can't. That girl is a slut, just like her mother," Jenny said shaking her head. She reached out and pulled away his towel, and began to stroke his shaft in her warm hand. Paul looked down at his sexy naked mother, still in shock but rapidly beginning to warm to her touch.

Jenny looked up and said, "Now use Mommy like a fucking whore. You know you want to, don't you. Use me like a fucking back alley slut, just like you did to your sister."

Paul's shaft began to throb as her filthy words overwhelmed his consciousness. He couldn't reconcile his mother as this filthy whore kneeling on the carpet. In a way it was harder than the discovery he had made with his sister. But as his heart pounded he reached out and grabbed his mothers face in his hands and pulled it toward his cock, her mouth opening wide as he jammed her face down his shaft.

Paul felt his cock slip down her throat, and heard the same lewd gagging sounds he had always heard girl make in the most raunchy porno tapes. He tightened his grip as his mother looked up in his eyes and seemed to almost smile around his shaft, like an experienced whore. He began to pump and fuck his own mother face harder and harder not caring about the consequences or if she could breathe, he knew unconsciously that she was fine with all he did, and could stop him anytime if she wished.But she did not wish, and as he fucked his mother's face she moaned around his throbbing cock, and expelled copious amounts of spit and saliva, which dripped down her chin, as he stretched her jaw around his cock. His mom's nose hit his groin on every downward push and as he pulled her head back she looked up sending him love notes with her eyes as he rammed his shaft back in his mothers' mouth. He could feel his cum rising and knew immediately where he wanted it and gripped his mother's hair in one hand and pulled his cock slowly out of her throat; it popped out with a long strand of thick saliva connecting his cock to her lips and chin.

Paul's mother looked up at him as the messy stringer snapped, and gasped for breath as her son held her long blond hair in one hand and stroked his cock in his other.

"Oh god Paul, oh god, are you going to cover Mommy's face?" she gasped up at her son as he jerked his cock. "Are you gonna cum in Mommy's face like she is a filthy whore in a dirty back alley? Oh please Paul, do it to Mommy."

This filthy talk from his mother was more than he could take and he began to groan and moan as his cum rocketed up his shaft and burst into his slutty mother's face.

"YES MOMMY! YES TAKE IT YOU FUCKING FILTHY WHORE!!" screamed the young man as his cum sent spurt after spurt into his mother's pretty face.

In two spurts she was covered by the time his fifth had come out, his mother was a cum covered mess, her face shiny and streaked white.

Paul collapsed back against the wall, and watched as his mother scooped up cream from her cheeks and chin and fed it into her mouth.

"Mmmm, Paul. It tastes so good baby. Mommy loves her little boys cum," Jenny purred up at her son. Paul watched and then after she had cleaned her face he offered his cock to her for cleaning and she happily sucked and slurped and his shaft almost bringing him back to life.

'That's it you fucking pig, clean your sons cock," Paul found himself saying, surprising himself with the nastiness of his comments. But his mom continued cleaning him and smiled up at him on hearing his dirty words.

Paul could see his mother's hand was between her thighs and that her inner thighs glistened with pussy juice. She was frigging her cunt; a finger deep in her nasty box he saw. Paul thought to himself, that box she is playing with is the same place he came from as a baby. He found he could easily think of her as the woman who had kissed him goodnight all those years growing up, and also as this wanton whore on her knees digging deeply into her twat with her fingers.

"Please baby, Mommy is so, so hot. Can you eat Mommy?" said Jenny, looking up into her sons eyes. "Mommy is such a filthy whore. She really needs her baby boy."

His mother's words completed the process of bringing his cock back to hardness. Paul reached down and grasped his mother long hair and began to walk, he began to drag her across the floor to his bed, and he listened as she squealed in both excitement and pain. He thought she was starting to sob but he also could hear her words.

"Oh! God yes, oh god yes ... hurt Mommy Paul, punish her for being a bad girl." Paul looked down and saw tears stream down her face and almost let go but then his mom smiled a tearful smile up at him and said, 'Thank you baby, thank you."

Paul did something then that yesterday, would never have been in him to do, as he lifted his mother by grabbing her under her arms and throwing her down onto his bed like a bag of laundry.

"Open those fucking legs you fucking whore!!" Paul yelled at his mom as she cowered on the bed but quickly complied, spreading her legs wide and lifting her knees to her chest. Her son drew his hand back and slapped his mother's cunt as hard as he could, the sound of his slap making a ringing sound in his bedroom.

"OOOWWWW!!!!" His mother cried out. "Oh Paul, oh Paul, thank you, Mommy is so bad. Thank you, baby."

"You are you fucking slut, you really are a bad girl," said Paul, as he looked down at his mother's cunt. A red handprint showed on her pussy mound, and as he reached down he found it an incredible turn on to see his mother flinch, not sure he was going to strike her again. Paul smiled up into his mom's face and began to gently run his finger all over his mother's soaked pussy and cunt. He worked his finger into her slit and began to fuck her box with it very vigorously. Paul slid a second and then a third into his mother's cunt hole and fucked her hard and fast rubbing the top of her slit with his other hand, uncovering her hard pink clit and rubbing it hard and fast as he finger fucked her box.

The wanton mother moaned lewdly as her son fucked her slot.

"Paul. Oh Paul ... Mommy loves this ... oh ... so much!" Jenny moaned.

Paul watched his mom writhe and squirm as he fucked that warm wet box he had his fingers in, and leaned close and sucked her clit hard between his lips and gently bit down pressing his teeth to the sensitive nub. Jenny thrust her hips up at her son, moaning as she did. 'Oh Paul ... eat Mommy out you motherfucker, eat me!!" Jenny's head twisted from side to side as she screamed and cried out in pleasure under her sons' mouth and tongue and fingers.

Paul pulled out his wet fingers and slurped at the slimy sticky mom juice on his fingers, as he now thought of it. He had never looked at his mom as a sexual being, but he now saw she was overwhelming in bed; an insatiable bitch in heat. No wonder his dad had never strayed in all their years of marriage. This slut was a husbands dream; and now a sons dream as well.

Paul sucked hard at his mom's clit and shoved his fingers (three) deep and up into where he knew the G-Spot lay, and felt her stiffen and stop breathing for a moment. For a second Paul worried he had hurt her badly, and then suddenly his mother began to thrash and scream.

"OH MY GOD PAUL!! YES ... NNGGGHH ... MOMMY'S COMING!!!"

"YES SUCK MOMMY'S HOT CUNT ...!" shouted the insatiable mother.

Paul felt hot juice squirt out and splash his chin as he tried to swallow as much of his mother's juices as he could. He slurped loudly at her maternal opening and found himself filled with love for this hot beautiful woman he was sucking out. He thought at that moment, how no sex could be better than sex with someone you really and truly love like a mother; or a sister. The squirting slowed and stopped as he sucked his mom's beautiful twat and drank her juice lovingly. Paul reached up as his mother quieted down; now only twitching now and then in pleasure. He cupped and squeezed her tit's and pinched her nipples gently, twisting them until he heard her begin to gasp and groan again, and knew his mom was close once more to coming.

"Oh baby, it's too much, too much ..." his mom mumbled.

He felt his mom stiffen and begin to shake once more and a sweet taste once more fill his mouth up as he sucked at a more leisurely pace on his mom's cunt juice.

"Oh ...oh ...oh ... Paul you're such a good boy for Mommy," sighed Jenny as her orgasm gently overcame her.

"You are such a good slut for me Mommy," said Paul, turning himself on with his words. "How could anyone have a bigger more wonderful fucking slut for a mom than I do, Mommy?"

Jenny smiled down at her son nestled between her thighs.

"Such a good boy," said Jenny. "Do you think you can fuck Mommy?"

"What do you think, Mommy?" Paul smiled at his sexy mother.

Paul stood and surprised Jenny by walking out of the room.

She lay with a bemused expression on her shiny face watching her son leave the room, but did not move a muscle, thinking he must be coming back. She had never had a man she had asked to fuck her just leave and not return to her for his wet reward between her legs.

After about a minute or so Paul walked back in carrying a damp cloth and a small face towel. The young man sat next to his naked, sexy mom, and he began to gently wipe her sticky face. Jenny felt the warm cloth and smelled a slight sent of soap as well, and almost started get choked up thinking what a good boy she had raised; and yet also a hot sexy man as well. After he had cleaned her pretty face Paul dried his mom's cheeks and leaned close and planted a soft kiss on her lips.

Paul stood, setting aside the cloth and towel, and turned back to his mother.

"Are you ready to be your son's fuck toy," Paul smiled and continued, "Well, ready to be used by your son?" Jenny reached for her son's penis, and squeezed it in her small soft hand, and looked up into his eyes.

"Yes baby, please make Mommy do any nasty thing you have in your heart to do. I want to be your fucking dirty whore. Would you like Mommy as your whore, baby?"

Paul looked down at his mother and began to breathe harder as she tugged at his rapidly stiffening shaft. "Yes, I do Mommy," said the young man.

"I want you as my filthy whore," Paul breathed.

"Do you? Do you really want me?"

"Yes I want you, you fucking bitch." Paul grabbed his mom's hair and pulled shaking her head, and causing her to let go of his cock, while at the same time giggling and whining all at once. "Oh god Paul. My fucking ... god, yes son!" Paul's mother shook all over; she felt her stomach knot and unknot, thinking about her sons cock sliding into her hole. She thought, about him pushing his shaft in and out of the same hole he had emerged from 20 years ago, and began to pant hard, like she was a bitch in heat.

"Please baby, please. Don't make Mommy wait for it." Jenny cried as her eyes began to tear up while she gazed up at her son.

Paul felt a wave of sorts come over him and leaned close to his mother's face and suddenly yelled right into her face. "DON'T YOU EVER TELL ME WHAT TO DO IN A FUCKING SEXUAL SITUATION YOU FUCKING CUNT! UNDERSTAND?!"

Paul shook his mother by her hair as she closed her eyes against his words. Tears leaked from under her eyelids and rolled down her cheeks.

"Yes sir, I understand," Jenny whispered up at her son, with her eyes tightly shut. Jenny knew what would come next if her husband had been with her doing this, and she hoped her son took after his father in the same way that her daughter took after her.

Paul reached back his hand and slapped his mother across the face, a red handprint forming on her pretty face. As his hand had struck his mother Paul had released her hair and as his hand thwacked against her face she fell back on the bed sobbing louder than ever. Paul himself was stunned; he looked down at his mother and in that moment he felt he was going to fall to his knees and beg forgiveness, but as he was about to do this, something else stunned him more than his own actions.

Jenny Hill had rolled onto her back and spread her legs wide showing her son her moist hot cunt, she reached between her legs and spread her lips wide, and as she did this she spoke, "Oh god Paul, please forgive Mommy sir, please. Please sir, Mommy loves you so much." As Jenny spoke her every word or so was interrupted by a loud sob, as she professed her submission to her son.

Paul looked between his incredibly sexy mother's legs and stared at her cunt held wide open by her fingers. She glistened in the room light, her juice dribbled out of her twat and slide down her ass crack as Paul watched this obscene display. As he watched it Paul realized he had never been more turned on than at this moment. That fact alone -- that she was his mother - would have been enough to turn him on. But he also found much to his surprise, that his having hit her and her subsequent submissive behavior, coupled with her tears, her cries and her begging, also were unbelievable turn-on's.

Paul reached down and rammed a finger into his mother's tight wet cunt hole, and twisted it feeling her silky insides, rubbing her tunnel with his finger. He thought about how he was going to live out a fantasy -- a fantasy that until today he had not really known he had -- tonight, unlike any other he could imagine. Paul fucked his finger in and out of his mother's cunt hole slamming it hard. He thought, yes he was going to pound this twat hard and tonight she was his slut not his mom.

Paul heard his mother screaming and looked down to see her shaking and grinding her cunt down on his fingers, her head shaking from side to side as she moaned louder than she had before. Paul watched his mom as she came once more, as her breath came ragged and she called out to him in a tearful voice. Paul looked at his finger fucking his mother's cunt, and saw that at some point he had jammed all four fingers into her slot.

The young man pulled his sopping fingers from his mother's cunt with a loud slurp. He watched her as she seemed on the verge of collapse; she moaned and spoke to her son between gasping breaths.

"Oh god Paul, my baby boy Mommy loves her boy so much." Jenny laid back her breasts heaving up and down as she looked up to see her son -- her flesh and blood boy -- suck her juice from his fingers hungrily.

"Do you still want me to use you for my fuck toy, Mommy?" said the horny young man. "Do you want your own sons' cock, you fucking slut?"

"Yes baby boy, please fuck Mommy like she needs," said Jenny, "I'm begging."

"Tell me what you are Mommy, tell your own son," said Paul almost beside himself with lust now.

Jenny looked up at her son and ran a finger up into her twat, and swirled it around and brought the slimy juice to her lips to suck it off. "Mommy is a whore," she said.

"Mommy is your fucking slutty whore. A dirty cum dump designed to take men's cum in her," she said reaching back down to her twat and sliding a finger into her hole again, "Or on her." Jenny brought hr finger again to her lips and sucked her sweet thick juice. A tremble ran through Jenny Hill's body as she looked up at the man that she knew would soon be slamming his now rock hard shaft into her, and realized that this was her own son. The baby boy who had suckled at her breasts, and she had held in her arms when he skinned a knee, comforting him with her love and soft motherly caresses.

Jenny shuddered again as her son said, "You fucking slut, I'm going to fuck the shit out of that nasty twat. Do you know that Mommy?"

"Yes sir, son," said Jenny in a whisper.

Paul grabbed his mom's ankles in his strong hands, and pulled. His mothers round ass slid to the edge of the bed and he spread her legs wide. Paul heard his mom moan and whimper slightly as he pressed his cock head to her pussy lips.

"Please ... oh please, Paul." Jenny was beside herself now with lust, as she begged like a wanton slut for her son to fuck her. Paul slid his cock head back and forth between his mom's pussy lips, soaking in her thick pussy juices.

The horny mother moaned, "Oh Paul, please put more in Mommy. I need it."

Paul pressed his thick cock head into her slot and watched in total fascination as his cock slipped past his mom's lips into her folds, and up inside her hole.

"AH! YES! DO MOMMY, PAUL!" Jenny cried out to her son.

She couldn't believe how hot she felt knowing her son was sliding into her cunt. Jenny Hill couldn't have stopped fucking her son if the whole world walked in right now. Her head shake from side to side, and her eyes fell for a moment on a photo on top of her son's dresser. It was a picture of him in his Little League team uniform, with Jenny kneeling next to him, with her arms around her shoulders. The horny mother focused on that picture a moment and thought about how depraved she was, and about how she didn't care.

Paul saw his mom looking at the old picture and slid more of his cock into her; he slid his shaft in slowly so he could savor her. The feeling of her tunnel wrapped around his shaft, the silkiness of her cunt walls, and the way her muscles seemed to clasp his cock. The young man saw his mother turn back to look up at him, a desperate expression on her face. She seemed to beg, and he knew with a sudden lurch what she was begging for. With a moment of ESP like clarity, he smiled down at his mom and reached down and wrapped his large hand around her throat. He squeezed gently at first and as his cock bottomed out in his mother's tunnel, and she breathed out a sigh, he began to slowly fuck his cock in and out of her. He would just barely tighten his grip on his mother's throat with each successive thrust into her depths.

Jenny felt her baby boy begin to choke her. She was amazed that he was doing it just as her husband -- the boys' father -- would have. He slowly tightened his grip as he fucked her. Jenny's cunt was soaked and she could make out wet slurping sounds coming from between her legs as she gazed up at her fucking son. His grip had become tight enough that her ears were ringing now, when suddenly he released his grip on her neck and grabbed her with both hands by the waist and hoisted her off the bed with all his strength, his cock still buried inside her hole. The boy began to lift his mom's hips and crash them back down over his shaft slamming his hot hard cock, into his mom's wet tunnel. Jenny by now had wrapped her legs around her son's waist and could hold her weight up to look down between their bodies to watch her boys' beautiful cock slam into her box.

Paul's balls were soaked with his mother's cunt juice as he pounded her from this standing position. He could have stayed this way, but Paul had other plans.

Paul turned his back to his bed and sat down with his mother still impaled on his cock. She yelped as he sat and his shaft was rammed tight up inside of her slot.

"Oww, Paul, oh god, Paul, keep fucking Mommy!" she shouted at her son.

The young man lay back and before his mother could begin to pump her hip up and down and fuck him from above, he rolled her over pinning her beneath his body.

"Oh yes! Oh Paul, fuck me like a fucking whore Paul baby!! Please!" Jenny cried.

Paul began to pump his cock in and out of his mother pussy, listening to it making wet sucking sounds. He supported his body on one hand and with the other he gripped his mom by the neck pressing down and with his weight just barely. He squeezed and as his mom's face reddened he knew he was partially cutting her air and blood supply.

He looked in her eye and saw the delirious lustful expression, and knew she was about to come, from both his fucking and this rough treatment. His hand choking her was turning her on he could tell, as he looked in her eyes, seeing her beg for more he began to squeeze harder.

Jenny was insane with lust. She loved her husband to choke her, but he only rarely did it, and to share this with her boy was ... there were no words. Jenny could feel her face hot and her head light; her cunt was on fire, so close, so ready to give her a pleasure she would remember for years to come. Her pussy began to spasm, and she opened her mouth to cry out as she began to cum hard. She knew her pussy juice was squirting out around her sons' shaft, and that she was feeling the pleasure of intense orgasm, but she could not scream. She could not get the air to do it, instead she made a strangled gasping sound in her throat, and knew she was blacking out, as she felt her baby boy swell inside her cunt and knew he was emptying his balls in her.

Paul watch his mom's face as her lips opened to emit a gasping sound and bubbles formed at her mouth. he knew he was beginning to cum, and pulled his hand from his mom's throat and watched, as he jetted her cunt full of his sperm, her face begin to regain it's color. Paul cried out in pleasure as his cum overflowed his mother's cunt and dripped down her ass and over his balls, mixing with her own sticky juices. His mother was shaking and twitching, as she coughed and choke slightly. Paul's mom was breathing heavily, but looking up at her son as he finished coming in his mother, and smiling her love into his eyes.