Tim watched the women embrace, then he took hold of Jody's hips. 'This is where we were when we were interrupted!'
Taking hold of his stiff prick, he started to guide it into her cunt, but Jody surprised him.
'Uh, uh… I've got a better idea, Tim,' she told him and looked down at Clara.
Tim got the idea. He moved between Clara's legs. He rubbed the swollen head of his prick around the lips of her pussy, then lifted her legs and lay them over his shoulders. 'Have you ever been fucked like this?'
'Ughhhhnnn… no… no!' she cried as her pussy was stretched by his throbbing prick.
Smiling, Jody leaned down to kiss the woman again as her brother shoved his prick into her cunt to the hilt. Caressing her tits, Jody moved her tongue in and out of the woman's mouth then pulled back. 'I know what you can do for me, Clara…'
Tim felt Clara's pubic bush against his and he thrust the last inch in to fill her with his cock. He watched in fascination as his sister moved up, burned and squatted over the woman's face.
'Kiss her pussy, Clara,' he told her as Jody knelt over her face.
Clara looked up at the mat of red hair above Jody's curd. She liked having it done to her, but the thought of putting her mouth on the woman's cunt repulsed her somehow. 'But… but I've never…'
'Neither had I,' Jody told her.
Tim watched as Jody's cunt came in contact with the woman's mouth. A thrill went through his body as Clara moved her arms to encircle Jody's hips.
'Oh, Jesus!' Jody cried, arching her back as Clara's mouth covered her pussy. 'Oh my God, that's good!'
'See what you've been missing?' Tim said as he hunched forward.
'Ohhhh…' Jody moaned, grinding her hips in a circular motion. 'Oh, God… yessssss suck my cunt… eat my pussy… lick meeeee!'
Tim thrust faster and faster as the women thrashed. He could feel the walls of Clara's cunt constricting as he pulled his prick out to plunge deeply again. His breath came in ragged gasps as Clara moaned and sucked his sister's pussy. He could feel his orgasm building and he was powerless to stop it. He looked at Jody's lust- contorted face and realized she, too, was about to cum. Thrusting deeply, he cried out as his juices built and Clara ground her upraised ass against him.
'Fuck her! Fuck the bitch! Cum in her cunt!' Jody cried as she saw the look on her brother's face. Leaning forward, she pressed her mouth over his.
Clara's face was washed with Jody's juices as her body quivered with passion. She sensed Tim's prick swelling in her cunt.
'Ummmmfff… yeth… oh yeth… fug me… fug me!'
Tim felt his prick erupt in the woman's cunt and he held tight as Jody swirled her tongue in his mouth. It was the first time he had ever had sex with two women at one time and the thrill of it overcame him. As his cum boiled out of his prick, he gasped.
Finally, Tim fell to one side, his chest heaving; beside him, Clara fought for breath as Jody rolled off her face.
Clara became fully aware of what had happened to her.
'God…' she moaned. 'If… if my husband ever found out…'
Jody kissed her softly. 'The only way he'll ever know is if you tell him, Clara… it's a cinch that Tim and I won't say anything…' She smiled across at her brother. 'You see… we're sister and brother.'
Clara looked from Jody to Tim. The shock was apparent on her lovely face, but it passed as Tim cupped her breast and kissed her nipple softly.
'How do you like the house, Mrs. Hinds?'
'I… I like the bedroom, Mr. Hogan. Do you suppose we could see the rest of it…' She paused and glanced at Jody. 'After… after you've fucked your lovely sister, that is.'
The sound of their laughter carried through the empty house as Clara lay between them, anxious to see brother and sister fucking.
CHAPTER SEVEN
'You're kidding!' Mike Hogan exclaimed as Jim finished his story.
'After what we did today, do you think I'd kid about a thing like that?'
'Wow! Imagine… fucking your own mom!'
'It's no different than fucking your sisters,' Jim protested.
'No, I mean – it's far out! Man, would I like to fuck your mother!' he told Jim. 'I mean, she's beautiful!'
Sullenly, Jim recalled the scene the night before when Mike's father had fucked his mother. 'I… I don't even know if she knows I did,' he said lowly, then looked up. 'I told you she was pretty drunk.'
'Hey… how about me spending the night with you?' Mike suggested. 'Maybe we could… you know?'
The thought of fucking his mother again appealed to Jim, but he knew it was a one-in-a-million chance. She had been drunk the night before, and he was sure she remembered nothing of the things that, went on after Tim Hogan had left the house.
'I… I dunno,' Jim said haltingly. 'Come on call her up and ask, will you?'
'Well…' Jim glanced toward the telephone. Then he made up his mind and he called his mother.
Thelma Garrison listened to her son through a fog of alcohol. She had been extremely troubled all morning – bits and pieces of the sexual experience of the night before plaguing her mind. She had taken her first drink just after noon and one had led to another.
As Jim finished, she sighed deeply. 'Sure why not? We haven't had any company for some time.'
Jim hung up the phone. 'She's drinking again, maybe we'd better call it off…'
'Man… she'll be okay. You'll see,' Mike replied. 'I'll tell Trish and Trina I'm spending the night with you.'
It was dark by the time Jim and Mike reached Jim's home. Mike's body was tense with anticipation. Jim opened the front door and he followed him in. The house was dark. As they entered, Thelma called out to them from the family room.
'S'at you, honey?'
Jim winced at his mother's, slurred tone. He hated it when she drank so heavily, but it was only a periodic thing and he had learned to live with it since his father's death.
'Yeah, it's us, Mom.'
They paused by the double doors of the den.
Mike looked in. In the dim light he could see Thelma lying on the recliner; she was dressed in a short housecoat and her legs were crossed. 'Hi, Mrs. Garrison… hope you don't mind my coming over tonight?'
Thelma waved her hand limply. 'Course not… Hogan's always welcome here,' she said, giggling. Sitting up then, she gestured toward the kitchen. 'I didn't know if you'd be hungry, Jim… there's things for hamburgers if you want.'
Jim nodded and turned his face in shame as his mother spilled part of her drink into her lap.
'Oh, damn!' she swore, lifting the hem of her housecoat.
Mike gasped as the woman exposed her thighs. He could see the dark triangle of her pubic bush as she sat up, and his prick twitched in his pants.
'Come on…' Jim said, pulling Mike towards the kitchen, 'I'll fix you a hamburger.'
After they had eaten, Mike looked toward the kitchen door as Thelma entered. She wobbled toward the refrigerator, opened it and took out ice for a fresh drink. She cast a sidelong glance at her son who dropped his eyes sheepishly. The recall of the night before lay heavily on her mind and she was determined to learn if she had dreamed it – or if she had actually had sex with her own son.
Turning, Thelma smiled at the boys. 'Why don't you two join me in the den… s'lonesome in there…'
Jim's face burned brightly as he noticed his mother's housecoat opened nearly to her waist. He could see the swell of her full tits as she closed the door of the refrigerator and he felt the same rush of excitement that he had felt the night before.
Mike swallowed thickly as the woman smiled at him. Fucking his sisters had been one thing, but a grownup
