wall, Jack could use his powerful back, stomach and thigh muscles to piston his prick in and out of Jeanette's cunt with a force beyond both their imaginings. His cock was almost as much a blur, delving in and out of Colleen's pussy. Joined together more intimately than they had been since the young man's birth, mother and son fucked each other with a rising and unholy passion.
Jeanette felt lust and pleasure well up inside her body until if seemed the delicious rushing sensation would swamp her brain. She rubbed her cheek mindlessly against her son's head, muttering wordless sounds of love and lust. Her bare feet were flat on the grassy pound, to give her legs leverage to return her son's incestuous fucking stroke for stroke. Her pussy corkscrewed around the boy's thrusting cock, squeezing and sucking and teasing and tempting the stabbing shaft of prick until sweat poured down his face.
'Oh, Momma!' he gasped. 'Can't… hold it… much… longer!' With a convulsive sidewise heave of his hips, he fucked his cock to the hilt in the quagmire of his mother's cunt.
Jeanette yelped as Jack's side-motion twisted his cock fantastically inside her pussy. 'It's all right!' she gasped. 'Come in me, Jack. Fill my pussy with your jism!'
Jack's cock slid from her cunt, then fucked violently back in again. It had withdrawn halfway when Jack cried out hoarsely. She felt his cock swell and suddenly clench like a fist.
'Ohhhhhh!' she gasped as hot come flooded her pussy.
Her son fucked his fountaining cock back into her pussy, and then she gave herself up to her own overpowering orgasm.
CHAPTER SEVEN
'Ah… oh, God, yessss!' Jeanette rolled her hips to get the full benefit of the spewing cock imbedded in her cunt.
Her son's body rocked from side to side as her pussy milked a rapid-fire stream of come from the hole in the tip of his cock. The woman's body seemed charged with erotic electricity. Pleasure danced in brilliant flashes behind Jack's eyes, and his body shook with the intensity of his incestuous orgasm.
Jeanette's pussy kept sucking hungrily at his cock. It was as if the woman's cunt could taste the jism her son's prick was pouring into it. Jeanette moaned in unrelenting ecstasy as she fucked her brimming cunt on Jack's prick.
She felt the last remnants of the come stored in his balls explode into her cunt. Jack's prick kept pulsating with climax. Orgasm after orgasm ran through his mother's pussy, but the waves of ecstasy rippling through the cuntwalls surrounding his cock wouldn't stop.
Finally their shared passion began to ease. Jack let the breath flow out of his body with the last sweet tension of climax. Jeanette nuzzled the side of his head.
'That was beautiful, darling,' she said.
For a moment Jack lay still except for his labored breathing. Then he shook his head. 'I'm sorry,' he said.
'Why be sorry?' Jeanette asked. 'I told you… I loved it.'
His shrinking cock was pulled from her cunt. Her pussy-lips still adhered to the shaft of his cock, letting it go with reluctance, until at last his blunted prickhead came free and uncorked a stream of come and cuntjuice. He sat up. His mother looked at him, but he still wouldn't meet her eyes.
'That was nice,' Jake commented, standing to one side with his arms crossed. He still held the whip. 'But what can you do for an encore?'
On his knees on the grass before his mother's gaping, jism-drooling pussy, Jack stared at him, not understanding.
'I hope you can get it up again real soon, because I feel horny right about now, and I want to stick this long old cock of mine in your twin sister's snatch. But I want something to watch while I fuck the little lady. So what's going to happen is: Bob's going to tie Blondie to that old-fashioned style porch swing, and then you're going to fuck her cross-eyed.'
Jack said nothing. He dropped his eyes to his cock, and that said it all. His mighty prick slimed with shiny cunt-oil and of jism, hung between his legs like a length of sun warmed hose. His cock had just spent itself in a cataclysmic orgasm in his own mother's cunt. Even a virile young super stud like Jack could scarcely be expected to get it up again so soon after a mind-blowing fuck like that.
Jake shrugged. He uncrossed his arms. The whip rustled evilly in the grass. 'I've told you what you're supposed to do. You don't do like I told you, I guess your hot-boxed little twin is going to have to pay. I bet if I worked at it real hard I could strip the skin right off that tasty ass of hers with this here whip. What do you say, boy?'
Slowly, Jack got to his feet. His eyes flicked to Betsy. The young blonde had recovered her composure and was sitting upright, watching with bright blue eyes. The marks of her recent whipping still glowed on her tits. There was a pink welt on her belly, angling upwards from her cunt-thatch, showing where the lash had landed when Jake had struck at her vulnerable pussy with his whip. The tip of his tongue peeked from, one corner of her mouth. Her eyes flicked down to the limp snake of her brother's cock, then back up to meet his eyes. Her expression was unreadable.
Bob walked over and hauled Betsy to her feet by one arm. Her cornflower-blue eyes never left her brother's face.
'What am I supposed to tie her to the chair with?' Bob asked. 'I don't think there's enough rope to do the job right.'
'Use the hose.' Jake stood near Coe, idly flicking the whip at dandelions on the ground by the near the girl. The auburn-haired young beauty was sitting up now, too. There was a haunted look in her eyes.
Bob unfastened the red hose from the outlet, coiled it around his arm, then marched Betsy up to the front porch of the ranch house. The swing was a white-painted bench, hung by chains from the porch ceiling. Bob stood a moment, studying the situation. His stubby cock stuck up at a forty-five degree angle from his hairy crotch.
At last he untied the blonde girl's wrists. He held lightly to one arm while she massaged her wrists, trying to restore circulation. Then he set her on the swing. He put her arms down behind the seat-back and bound them in place with the hose. Then he pulled up her slim shapely right leg, looped the hose around the ankle, ran the hose back and wound it around the swing bottom. Next he crossed it under the bottom of the swing, brought in up and tied it around the girl's other ankle. He drew the free end back and tied it tight.
The naked young blonde was bound securely to the gently rocking swing, her feet on the seat to either side of her bare ass, exposing the dainty pink blossom of her pussy to the mountain air. She gnawed uneasily at her lower lip.
Jake brought the whip slithering around. It coiled around Coe's ass, flattened on the ground. She jumped and yipped in surprise, but the touch of the leather had been soft. She knew that that could change the next time the whip touched her.
'Okay, boy,' Jake said, 'get to it.'
Jack scowled at him. Inside he seethed with hatred – for Jake, the grinning, bearded sadist who'd turned Jack's life and the lives of his mother and sisters into a carnival of horrors and pain; for Bob, not cruel himself but too weak to standup to his partner, and willing enough to enjoy the perverse amusements Jake thought up; but most of all for himself.
I'm the man of the house, he told himself. And what good have I done?
He'd waited too long. The whip jerked back and swung through the air to snap at the tip of Colleen's left tit.
'Aiiiiiiii!' she shrieked as excruciating pain blazed in her tit. She fell to her side and rolled onto her belly to shield her tits from the lash, kicking her luscious legs at the pain in her boob.
'You bastard!' Jack said.
Jake raised the whip, his face clouding with rage. Hurriedly Jack turned and walked onto the porch. His cock swung lifelessly between his thighs.
Betsy looked up at him as he came to stand before her. Tears shone in her eyes. 'Jack,' she said, and had to
