room talking about ol times and about some of the things that had happened to them since they'd separated.
Mona closed the door quietly behind her. The room was dark except for a sliver of light under the bathroom door. She could see a shape in her bed. The shape moved. She tried to think of something appropriate to say but nothing seemed quite right. So instead of talking, she moved to the foot of the bed where Robby could see her. Then slowly, she undressed.
If it hadn't been for the wine, she would've been shy to say anything. As it happened, she was somewhat amused by how everything had turned out. Still, there was something in the back of her mind that told her she was heading into unexplored territory. How was she supposed to behave? How was she supposed to divide herself between two men?
Robby broke the silence. 'Mona?'
'Yes, Robby?'
'I'm kinda scared.'
'Me too. But I'm excited too.' She was naked now and she got in bed with Robby and began to kiss his chest and touch his hard, slender cock with both hands. He lay on his back, legs spread slightly, letting her do what she wanted. She smiled at him. 'It's like everything we used to do as kids had finally come to this…'
'This reminds me of old times,' he said. 'You were always the one who started the ball rolling.'
'Like this?' Mona breathed, kissing his belly and then letting her wet tongue drag down the length of his hard cock. Robby moaned and worked his hips.
'God… Yeah!'
Mona heard Roger coming down the hall. But instead of getting embarrassed or letting her emotions become too mixed, she went on with what she was doing. She straddled her younger brother and held his cock up at the right angle to hr pussy. She could feel the heat of the head touching her outer lips.
Roger stepped into the room. She heard him stripping off his clothes. He was watching her, she knew it. And while he watched, she guided Robby's cock into her dark, slippery hollow. Her petals closed around the shaft as the bulging knob slid into her with a soft, sucky sound. Without a word, Roger had climbed onto the bed. He was touching Mona's back and thighs. She felt his lips on the nape of her neck. Hot thrills burned up and down her belly. Her big breasts felt swollen at the nipples. She pressed their softness down against her brother's chest as Roger kept kissing and touching her.
The next thing she knew Roger was straddling her breasts, his big balls dragging over the nipples. She sighed, knowing what he meant to do. He was going to push his cock in her mouth again, even though it had lost its hardness. The sloppy sound for her pussy being eaten started taking its effect on her mood.
She pushed her hands between Robby's legs and fondled his balls. Both his cock was still only half hard. Again she sucked it between her teeth and drove her tongue back and forth along its underside. The meat grew firmer, warmer. The head expanded as trapped blood filled it out.
'Ohhh my God! I've never felt anything like this in my life! Oh Jesus Christ… it's wonderful! It's fantastic. Oh Roger… Ohhh Robby! Ohhh fuck, fuck!'
The two men moved their bodies, pressing her tightly between their muscled heat. She was being speared with steady, rhythmic thrusts. Speared through both holes.
'Ghaaaa!' she moaned as Roger moved the three of them so she was over Robby again.
Fucking wildly now, Robby got his face down to one of her tits. As he sucked the rigid nipple between his teeth and began to tongue it. Mona parted her legs and held them out stiffly, her toes pointed. Roger rammed all the way into her guts. She could feel his abdomen warm against her ass cheeks as he lunged to get the last inch into her. And Robby was fucking to the hilt. The butter seeped from her pussy as they wiggled and jerked on the bed.
Mona had never climaxed so quickly in her life. It hit her like a leather whip. She threw her head up and screamed, every muscle shuddering with the jolting thrills. Her asshole tightened down around the base of Roger's big cock and he grunted with pleasure as he delved into the feverish secrets of her guts.
She bucked as the spasms became intense. The itchy heaven between her thighs exploded as the steady friction of Roger's prick in her ass made it get better and better and better.
Mona realized that a cock was a wonderful thing for a woman to have in her mouth. And Roger's tongue was lovely inside her pussy too! Could they – all three – go on living in the same house without jealousy? She remembered her daughter Sheri for a brief moment.
'Ohhh suck me harder, darling,' she whimpered. Then Robby pushed his slender cock into her mouth again and she couldn't talk. She was in a kind of daze when the two men positioned themselves on their knees before her.
'Both of you?' she gasped, looking at the two pricks. One long and slender, the other long, too, but thicker, heavier. She began to suck one and then the other, sliding her mouth back and forth, trying to satisfy the lusts of both her lovers. After a while, she found that the best technique was to jack both cocks as she sucked. That way when she was giving her attention to one, the other didn't feel left out.
Listening closely to their gasps and groans, she timed her sucking and jacking until she had both of them trembling on the edge of ecstasy. Then she pulled them together so that the head of each cock was touching. Somehow she got her mouth part way around the throbbing, taut cock tips as the sap frothed from both.
'Ohhh yesss!' she sighed, lapping the cummy blend up as fast as it spurted out. Both Robby and Roger had their hands in her hair, moving her, urging her to drain them dry.
By now she had come to love the taste of male sap. And she wasn't happy until she'd cleaned up every last speck of white, licked her lips like a happy cat and curled between their bodies again.
CHAPTER TEN
That was how Sheri found them. She knew Mona thought she'd gone to spend the night with Annie Faber. But Sheri hadn't been able to stay away. She was mad, of course, about the sudden union between Roger and Mona. After she'd gotten over the shock of finding out he was her father, Sheri only wanted him that much more. Somehow she thought that their kinship gave her even more right than Mona had. It was all pretty kinky thinking, she knew. But she couldn't disregard the impulse inside her. She'd been hoping to find Roger by himself. She'd wanted to talk to him. But when she discovered them – all three of them – cuddled in Mona's bed, Sheri went red with rage.
At first she only wanted revenge. Mona had Robby and Roger both. What a glutton. What a wonderful person to have as a mother. She didn't have a single moral left. But Sheri had to forget that line of thought. She was no one to talk about morals. She'd gladly fucked her uncle and seduced her father. Even though she hadn't known that Roger was kin to her, she felt responsible. Especially since she still wanted to make it with him.
But now she was on her way, where? Away from that dumb house and those dumb people. She was mad at every one of them. Mad at herself. Mad. She tried crying a little but quickly decided that her mood didn't call for tears. And the further away she got from the scene she'd accidentally stumbled upon, the more she mellowed. Until at last she found herself growing excited thinking about the things Roger and Robby must have done to Mona before she peeked into the room.
'Lucky Mona,' she said to herself. For the first time she became conscious of where her angry walk had taken her. She was on the University campus. Since Robby was obviously attending to other matters, she couldn't guess why she'd wandered here. Until she remembered the look she'd gotten from the young man at the check- out desk at the library.
Her cunt tingled with anticipation. She hurried down the walk, sandals slapping in the darkness.
'We're going to close in fifteen minutes,' the man said. It was the same guy all right. He had shoulder-length hair, light brown in color. And that twinkle in his eyes told her he remembered.
'I'll hurry,' she said, pushing through the turnstile. There was hardly anyone around. She could almost hear her heart pounding as she clapped down the steps to the deepest, darkest level. She passed an older man with books under his arms as he headed for the exit. When she was sure she was alone, she slipped the fat joint from her jeans and lit it. She'd rolled it up at Annie's house and tucked it in her pants for later. She figured that later had finally come. She felt like getting crazy. She wanted to get all that tangled mess out of her skull. Whenever
