him look at them now that they had done this thing together.
Lisa’s thoughts were not far away from her son’s, for she had packed away the pornographic films shortly after her husband’s death. They were too much of a temptation, for as man and wife they had enjoyed them immensely as a prelude to sexual bouts that often lasted through the night and into the dawn. And on more than one occasion they had shown them to select friends who in turn shared sex with them — but that was long ago, Lisa reflected, before the move, before the brief illness… before death. And she felt the tears well up in her eyes again as she gathered her son to her breast and listened to his deep, even breathing as he drifted off to sleep.
Alone no more, she thought and lifted her leg slightly to feel Craig’s soft prick against her thigh.
In the Tone household, Tim lay back staring at the ceiling in the darkness, his thoughts still in the basement-playroom where his sister sucked him off, them let him fuck her while she watched the dirty movie Craig had given him. He wondered idly if she might let Craig fuck her. After all, she had told him she wanted to see more of the movies that Craig claimed to have, and if she wanted to watch, the she could pay!
He rolled over and felt his prick still hard against his leg, and the thought of seeing Craig fuck his sister raised it even higher.
Across the hallway, Judy lay in her bed, her head resting on her arms. She moved he hips against the firm mattress and thought again of her brother’s prick slicing obscenely in and out of her cunt. And she thought, too, of his promise to talk to Craig about the other dirty pictures. Tonight was the first time she had ever seen one, and as she thought about it, she had to reevaluate the blond youth who lived across the street. True, he was a year younger than she was, but what of it? He was good looking and not nearly so bossy as the older boys she dated. She would certainly have to treat him differently from now on, and if she was =given half the chance, she’s get him in the same position as she had gotten her brother that very evening. As Judy closed her eyes, she envisioned herself sandwiched between her brother and his friend Craig — one hacking her cunt, the other sticking his prick up her asshole.
Somehow, Judy found that her hand had crept between her legs. She fingered her twat lightly and sighed as the vision dissolved.
Saturday, she reminded herself, was only two days off!
Chapter 3
Jim Carter sat at the breakfast table, his robe tucked around him tightly. He sipped the hot coffee and watched as his wife Valerie moved fluidly about their spacious kitchen, dressed only in a short robe and apron. Jim felt his prick twitch as he recalled their episode of the night before. She had come to him following her bath and teased him until he had thrown her down on the bed and laughingly ripped her gown from her vibrant body, the fucked her silly.
“Morning, Daddy… “
Jim gave a start as his oldest daughter Trish brushed his cheek with her lips, hugged him gently, and then sat down in the chair across from him.
“Penny for your thoughts,” she said, smiling as she noticed her father blush.
“Uh… just thinking… “ he excused lamely and let his face burn. Damn! He thought, why doesn’t she put on clothes like other kids in the morning! And he sipped his coffee again as Trish lifted the glass of orange juice to her lips and licked the rim of the glass with a small pink tongue. She was seventeen and a fully grown woman, yet she insisted on coming to the breakfast table dressed like a nymphet in just a sheer, shorty nightgown — just like her younger sister, Tina.
Both his daughters disturbed him, especially of late. He had watched them grow and mature into ripe young women. And Tina, two year’s her sister’s junior, was, at fifteen, a beautifully budding young woman — no longer a child. Jim looked up as his younger daughter entered the kitchen; she was wearing a baby-doll nightgown with only a thin pair of bikini briefs beneath it. As she bent over to kiss him lightly on the forehead, Jim found himself staring at the dark patch of cunt hair beneath her panties only inches away.
“morning, Dad,” she said and slid onto the chair beside her sister.
Jim felt his prick twitch as his eyes went from one daughter to the other; the dark areoles of their tits showing plainly through the sheet material of their gowns. He swallowed dryly, averted his eyes and nodded. “Morning, sweetheart.”
Damn, he thought as he lifted the coffee cup to his lips and glanced towards his wife across the room. What would it be like in another year? He asked himself. But Jim had been asking himself that same question for several years now — ever since Trish had begun to mature, her ripe young body filling out lushly and following the same lines as her lovely mother’s.
Both Trish and Tina looked remarkably like their mother. Their dark auburn hair with its subtle highlights of red, the upturned noses, the full, proudly pointed tits, the lush hips and seemingly long, lithe legs. And as he sat there, Jim reentered his most secret fantasy — to make love with all three of them at once. Beneath his robe, his prick swelled and twitched as the objects of his fantasy sipped their orange juice and chatted lightly as their mother prepared their breakfast.
As she pushed the handle on the large toaster, Valerie stole a glance at her husband. His eyes stared blankly at his coffee cup and she wondered again what was bothering him. For some time now, he had seemed sullen and morose at the breakfast table. And as she looked at him, she saw his hand move in his lap and she blinked as it seemed to close around… around his prick?
Moving to the stove, she watched her husband from the corner of her eye, and it was obvious to her now that he had taken hold of his prick. God, after the fuck-session they had shared the evening before, could he still be horny? Was that what was bothering him lately? But if that was all it was, she could take care of that little problem. An early-morning piece would do wonders, she told herself.
Then Valerie realized that Jim was looking at Trish. She looked at her daughter, then turned her attention to Tina, and the thought struck her, Is he aroused by his own daughters? They never had as a family — displayed an overt amount of modesty, but now that the girls were maturing, she wondered if perhaps they should. And as she looked at her two beautiful young daughters, Val realized now her husband could be moved by them, especially dressed, or undressed, as they were.
As she completed that thought and went about finishing the breakfast preparation, Val’s thoughts went again to the last party she and Jim had gone to, across the street at the Townes’. The evening had gone on and on it seemed, and everyone had grown just a little drunk as Paul and Beth kept a steady supply of liquor flowing. She had been standing near the end of the bar talking to Beth, who had slipped her arm about her waist. It had given her a strange feeling at first, not altogether unpleasant, as Beth’s hand closed on her hips, then moved down to rub her buttock lightly.
“One thing about these parties, Val.” Beth had said huskily, “I always wind up getting raped afterward… “ She had laughed, then went on, “Paul seems terribly stimulated after seeing all you lush, young women, dancing with you, holding you… “
And Val’s face had burned as Beth’s hand continued to massage her ass. It was the first time their conversation had ever turned to sex, and Val had felt a bit embarrassed by it and by Beth’s rubbing. Val had stammered something, she couldn’t remember what. Then Beth’s hand had moved between the cheeks of her ass and lightly brushed her gash.
Several other people had come to the bar then and Beth had moved her hand away, but Val was left with an excitement inside her body that was difficult to explain. She had been subtly aroused by the woman’s touch and she had looked at her in a new light. Could her lovely neighbor be bisexual? Or was she quietly proposing a swap? It had been a little confusing, and Val drank more than she usually did that evening. As a result, she had not thought about the incident for several days afterwards, and when she had seen Beth next, no mention of their conversation was made, leaving Val wondering if it had ever taken place.
Val caught herself looking at her daughters and a strange surge of warmth went though her cunt. They were beautiful, so beautiful.
What am I thinking? Val scolded herself with a start, picking up the platter of scrambled eggs and reaching for the plate of bacon.
