Mom always gives her all – Chapters 4-6

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CHAPTER FOUR

Cathy was in the hotel bed, completely naked. The blanket was at her stomach, and her big tits were exposed, her nipples still moist from Tom’s mouth. She watched him get dressed, wondering once again how she had been so lucky to marry such a handsome and successful man.

“Darling, I’m going to check out,” Tom said as he hiked up his pants. “Why don’t you get dressed, and well head back for home.”

“Darling, couldn’t we stay just one more night?” Cathy asked, her eyes pleading with her new husband. She wasn’t in any hurry to see Miles again. “Just one more day?”

“No, I’d better get back and see how the kids are doing. I know you’re scared to be living with them — it’s going to be a big change for everyone. But I’m absolutely certain that you’ll really learn to love Miles and Jayne. They’re really super kids.”

Cathy waited until her handsome husband had left the room before she slipped out of bed. She pulled her nylons up her legs, fastening the tops to a purple, lacy garter belt. It was her one concession to Tom’s requests.

After putting on her required clothing, she donned a conservative, tweed pantsuit. Once her glasses were in place, Cathy Sanders was once again the professional businesswoman who knew what the score of every game was.

She was, though she didn’t look it, scared to death to go to her new home. Miles would be there. Miles, the quiet young man with the big prick, who had blackmailed her into kneeling in homage to him. Miles, who had forced her to take his big prick into her mouth, to suck it until his cum splattered over her tongue.

Cathy shivered at the memory of what fuck cream tasted like. She remembered clearly the feel of hot cum hitting and sticking to her face and tits. The memory disgusted her, yet she couldn’t explain why her pussy was tingling.

Jayne looked every bit a model as she prepared for her father and new stepmother to return home. Her lean body was loosely draped with a long formal gown that was slitted up the side, allowing much of her thigh to be seen whenever she walked.

Sitting in front of her dressing mirror, Jayne applied gloss to her lips, making them brilliant red. After adding mascara to her eyelashes, brushing through her lustrous blonde hair, she was finally satisfied with herself.

She wanted to look perfect when she stabbed her stepmother, figuratively speaking, in the back.

Miles stepped into Jayne’s bedroom without knocking, as was his custom. Unlike his sister, he wasn’t in the forefront of fashion. He was dressed casually in tight jeans that showed off his immense cock-bulge, and a t-shirt that accented the raw muscular power in his chest and arms.

Jayne giggled when she looked at Miles’ reflection in the mirror. Although he hadn’t said a word, she knew what he had in mind. She could read his eyes, and in them she saw lust. Lust for her.

Jayne swiveled on the wooden bench, spreading her thighs wide. The sight of Miles’ big cock bulging at the front of his pants was enough to make her cunt creamy.

“Come here, stud,” she purred, her dark eyes flashing. “You want my mouth, and we both know it.” Jayne extended a hand toward Miles, her long red fingernails looking dangerously like the claws of a cat after a quick kill. “Come on, let me suck your cock. Daddy and Cathy are going to be home in a little while.”

Miles stood before Jayne, who sank with the grace of a dancer, to the plush carpeting of the bedroom floor. She unzipped his fly, then reached inside his pants to pull out his prick. If it hadn’t been soft, she’d never have been able to get it out.

“My God, you do have a beautiful prick,” Jayne purred, her red lips close to the tip of Miles’ cock. “So big and long and wonderfully straight. Some cocks aren’t like this, you know. But your cock is just right. Nothing less than a perfect cock on super stud Miles Sanders!”

“Shut up and suck.”

Jayne giggled. She liked it when Miles talked dirty to her. With all of her sophistication, she liked being told what to do by her brother.

With both hands, she stroked his fleshy, rubbery prick. Miles’ cock grew steadily under her caresses. His cock was so thick that it parted the fly of Miles’ jeans. The teeth of his zipper bit into the tender shank of his prick.

“Come on, suck!” Miles urged, unable to remain calm while Jayne’s moist, ruby lips hovered near the tip of his fuck shaft.

Jayne’s pink tongue flicked out, snakelike, dancing lightly over the head of Miles’ prick. Her tongue lashed his bulbous cock tip wantonly, rolling around the spongy crown. Once she had dampened his cock head, she began working her way down his prick shaft. Her mouth opened wide, and she nibbled on his long, thick fuck pole with her luscious lips. She left a red trail, where her lipstick had been rubbed off, on the veined underside of Miles’ prick.

“Mmmmmm! I love the taste of your cock,” Jayne purred, reaching the base of her brother’s prick. The rough fabric of his jeans was at her cheek, and she wished she had the time to lick his balls, but knew better. “I wonder how Dad’s cock is going to taste. Like yours? I hope so.”

Miles, no longer willing to listen to his sister’s prattle, grabbed a handful of her hair and snapped her head back. Her mouth opened involuntarily, and he reamed her lips with his cock head.

Jayne hungrily tightened her lips around Miles’ cock. She squeezed her brother’s wrist, and he loosened his grip on her hair. Her oversized brown eyes turned up to his face as she gulped more of his tasty prick into her mouth.

“That’s right! Now you’ve got it,” Miles hissed as Jayne’s cheeks alternately billowed out and sunk inward.

Her brilliantly painted lips crept over Miles’ long throbbing fuck pole. Her tongue went crazy along the spongy underside of his cock, rubbing and probing restlessly. His prick grew even larger and thicker.

“Mmmmmmm!” Jayne purred, rotating her face around the bulbous knob of his cock.

Grabbing her brother’s prick with both hands, the hot-blooded young girl pistoned her face over his cock tip. Her lips rolled wetly over the sensitive ridge of his cock head. The shaft of his prick was so large that she could hold it like a baseball bat, and still have plenty of cock to suck on.

“Mmmmmm!” Jayne moaned wantonly.

She ran her fists along her brother’s cock, rubbing it from cock head to the prick root. Her hands were a blur on his wet fuck meat, then she paused to stroke his cock head while tonguing the tiny piss hole at his cock tip. When an opaque drop of cream oozed out, the horny girl licked it off and whimpered joyously.

Reaching down, Miles slid his fingers through Jayne’s lustrous blonde hair. He had always found her erotic to look at, but even her extraordinary good-looks were enhanced by having a cock shoved deep into her mouth.

When she nibbled on his prick, letting her teeth lightly graze along his rigid fuck pole, Miles shivered. His huge hands balled into tight fists when his cum began simmering hotly in his balls.

“We’re going to do it to them,” Miles hissed, moving his hips slowly back and forth to fuck Jayne’s mouth. “You’re going to fuck Dad, and I’m going to fuck Cathy. And we’re going to fuck them and fuck them and fuck them, until Cathy leaves… ohhhhh! You’re going to make me cum, damn you!”

Jayne took her brother’s prick out of her mouth, and she rubbed his cockhead around her lips. She looked up at him with lust blurred eyes.

“Yesterday was wonderful,” she purred. “And this is great. But the future, my darling brother, is going to be even better. How would you like to be fucking Cathy while she licks my pussy?”

Miles groaned. He was too close to cumming to pay much thought to what his sister was saying. As Jayne rubbed the spongy, spitty tip of his prick over her face, he trembled all over.

“Come on, I don’t want to swallow your cum right now,” Jayne said, hardly thinking about Miles at all. She was fantasizing about fucking her father. “Why don’t you stick this big club in my pussy? You want to cum in my pussy, don’t you?”

Miles didn’t say anything. He grabbed his slender sister by the waist, and he picked her up as easily as if she were a feather. Throwing her onto her bed, he pushed her dress up, then dragged her panties down her long legs.

“Ram your prick in me, Miles!” Jayne shrieked, spreading her long legs wide for him. “Pound me with your big cock!”

Miles didn’t even bother to pull his pants down. With his cock standing out from his body more than ten inches, jutting through the fly of his jeans, he jumped on Jayne’s slender body. Miles guided his massive cock head between the dewy petals of her cunt, and he shoved down hard.

“Ug! God, you’re big!” Jayne groaned as she felt his steely fuck pole ream her stretching cunt lips and plow deep into her pussy.

When Jayne felt the coarse edge of Miles’ zipper dig into her tender pussylips, she pulled his face down to hers. Thrusting her tongue into his mouth, she locked her ankles together behind the small of his back. Her cunt was fully exposed to his onslaught of cockmeat.

“Mmmmmmm!” Jayne moaned, exploring her brother’s mouth as he impaled her with his awesome prick. She bounced on the bed as he thrashed his muscular, hulkish body against her.

When Miles bit her lower lip, she whimpered lustfully. In her mind, it wasn’t Miles she was fucking, but her father. It was Tom whom she had driven to throwing her onto the bed, ripping her panties down, and shoving his entire cock into her fiery pussy with one thrust.

“Fuck me, lover!” Jayne mewled, squirming on the huge bed.

Miles pumped his gigantic prick in and out of Jayne’s tight cunt. Slipping a hand between their bodies, he pressed his palm down on Jayne’s tingling tit. Her nipple was hard, digging into his hand through the sheer material of her dress.

“Uh! Uh! Uh!” Jayne gasped as her brother plowed into her.

She turned her face aside, and his hot lips nibbled on her earlobe. Her clit was getting rubbed by his long, wet prick shaft as he fucked her relentlessly.

Jayne pulled Miles’ body down on hers whenever he withdrew his prick from her pussy. She could already feel pussy juice welling up in her body.

The fantasy of fucking Tom was so intense that she was going to cum quickly.

“So tight!” Miles groaned in Jayne’s ear as he sliced his throbbing, red-hot fuckmeat into her clutching cunt. He rubbed his hands over Jayne’s tits. Her small, firm domes of tit flesh made his prick even harder.

The walls of Jayne’s cunt contracted around Miles’ rampaging cock, kneading it, massaging it, working the cum from his balls. He reamed her pussy again and again, slamming his hips down to impale her on his sizzling prick muscle.

The sucking sounds of his hard prick repeatedly ramming into her tight cunt filled the bedroom. The young lovers’ ragged breathing seemed to echo off the walls. The springs of Jayne’s bed squeaked noisily as she was pressed deeper and deeper into the mattress with’each downward plunge of Miles’ hips.

“Arrrggghhhhhh!” Miles groaned as cum suddenly exploded out of his big balls. The cum jetted through his long cocktube, spitting from his throbbing cockhead.

When Jayne felt her pussy getting deluged with cream, the warmth and wetness of his cum sent her pussy juice streaming out in slick waves.

“Fuck meeeee!” she howled as her cunt tightened around his driving rod of red, fiery prick meat.

Fuck-cream, burst from Miles’ balls, splattering against his sister’s cuntwalls. He crushed his lips down on hers, shoving his tongue down her throat, as his balls jerked out their thick, heavy wad.

“We’re home!” came a voice from the ground floor of the house. “Hey, where’s our homecoming welcome!”

“Oh, fuck! Dad’s home!” Jayne hissed, her big brown eyes wide with fear.

When Miles rolled off her lithe body, uncorking his prick from her cunt, Jayne grabbed her panties, and she slipped her shoe through the leg hole. She pulled the panties up her legs, tight against her pussy, and got off the bed. Looking at Miles’ prick, she found it was still too hard for him to shove into his pants.

“I’ll stall them as long as I can,” Jayne said quickly. She bent down to kiss the spermy tip of her brother’s cock. Flicking her tongue out, she tasted the delicious mixture of pussy juice and fuck-cream. “You’d better hurry though. I’m sure Dad is going to want to see you.”

Jayne grabbed a tube of lipstick from her dresser, and she quickly applied a fresh, glimmering coat to her lips. She had worn the first coating off on Miles’ cock when she took his huge prick into the moist, hungry, sucking recesses of her mouth.

Satisfied that, she didn’t look too much like a young girl who had just fucked, though her cheeks were still rosy from the spine-tingling climax she had enjoyed, she ran downstairs to greet her father. She was smiling. Tom was just her father now, but she was certain that soon he’d be her lover.

CHAPTER FIVE

Cathy greeted Miles, trying to be maternal, though she was only seven years his senior. They kissed lightly on the lips and smiled, but Cathy sensed that there was something dangerous going through his mind. She knew enough about the powerfully built young man to realize that although he was the silent type, that didn’t mean he was stupid. It meant that he was thinking, thinking constantly, and that his thoughts were private.

Until he decided to play out his plots. “It’s good to see you again,” Jayne said in a friendly manner, kissing Cathy warmly on the cheek. The teenager couldn’t help but notice her stepmother’s wholesomeness, and the vast expanse of her tits. Though Jayne had a perfect model’s body, she couldn’t help but be a little envious of Cathy’s curvaceous build. After all, there were a lot of guys around who liked big tits, and Jayne certainly wasn’t gifted in that department.

“Well, darling, I think it’s time we set up housekeeping,” Tom said, his broad smile warming and comforting Cathy right down to her toes.

“You don’t dress very sexy,” Miles said as he stepped into the library, closing the door behind him.

Cathy looked up from her book. Her heart leaped when she saw Miles. The look in his eyes told her what she needed to know, and that information frightened her to the bone.

“I don’t think it’s your position to criticize how I dress,” she said, mustering up some courage. “Why aren’t you in bed?”

“Because you’re not there with me.” Miles stepped closer, careful to keep himself between Cathy and the door.

Looking at the clock on the wall, Cathy saw that it was nearly midnight. On the drive home, she had slept while Tom drove. He was exhausted, and he had gone to bed early, she was still wide awake.

Closing her book, Cathy dropped it to the floor and stood up. She was still dressed in her tweed pantsuit. Miles’ comment bit deep into Cathy’s ego. She intentionally dressed to hide her body. She had been doing that for a long time. But now, now that she was regularly getting her pussy stuffed with Tom’s ten-inch prick, she did feel sexy. And, after all, she was wearing the slinky garter belt Tom had given her, wasn’t she?

“Miles, I’m warning you, don’t you come near me,” Cathy said, squaring her shoulders to seem formidable. She was unaware that squaring her shoulders also made her big tits thrust out even more, stretching her white blouse to a point where the buttons threatened to pop off. “You did something terrible to me in the office, and I wasn’t in much of a position to defend myself. But now I’m perfectly capable of causing such a ruckus that your father will be down here in a second.”

Miles stepped to within five feet of Cathy and stopped. His eyes raked up and down her body. He liked what he saw, and his cock began to throb hotly between his legs.

“Miles, don’t you dare try anything with me!”

Cathy’s tone was hushed and urgent. She was losing confidence in herself. There was something about Miles’ icy stare that unnerved her. All the years and hours she had spent reading books and getting her various college degrees weren’t helping her a bit right then.

Cathy watched her stepson moving closer. He moved slowly, like a large tiger stalking his prey. And somehow, though she damned herself and tried to scream, she couldn’t do anything to stop him. She couldn’t even back away from him. There was something terrible in his eyes that frightened her into immobility.

When Miles was within arm’s reach, he let his fingertips graze lightly over Cathy’s nipple. He was pleased when he heard her sudden deep inhalation. Her tits swelled out as she inhaled deeply. Then, still lightly rubbing her nipple, he felt her tit tip getting hard.

“Damn you, get your hand off me,” Cathy said. She admitted to herself that there was very little conviction in her words? “Miles, why are you torturing me like this? I’ve just married your father!”

Slowly, carefully, Miles took Cathy’s glasses off. He folded the bows neatly, then set the glasses on the coffee table. His face was totally void of expression. If not for the growing lump in his pants, Cathy would have thought him a dead man.

Cathy did nothing to stop Miles when he began fondling her tits. She tried to ignore the hot, itching sensations coming from her nipples. She wanted to claw him with her fingernails but, of course, she would not do that.

Cathy was stuck. Her husband thought Miles was the greatest son any father ever had. And if Cathy should try to convince him that Miles was anything but the paragon of young manhood that Tom believed, she’d surely be accused of trying to break the affection between father and son.

The realities of the situation hit Cathy then. They hit her with the force of a fist in the stomach. She could neither resist Miles, nor defend herself. She couldn’t complain to Tom, for Miles would certainly twist the story around. The son would convince his father that it actually was Cathy who had made the first advance toward Miles, instead of the other way around.

“Damn you!” Cathy whispered as Miles began unbuttoning her blouse. “Goddamn you, Miles!”

The words had no effect on the young man. He continued unfastening the buttons of Cathy’s blouse, down to her skirt. Miles calmly pulled the blouse out of the skirt to finish unbuttoning.

“Why are you doing this to me?” Cathy pleaded as Miles pushed the sheer blouse off her shoulders. It fell down her back, then stopped at her wrists. He had forgotten to undo the buttons of her cuffs. “You’re an evil man.”

Miles released the cuff buttons, then let Cathy’s blouse slip quietly to the floor. He inspected Cathy’s body calmly. His eyes still cold as ice, Miles unhooked the clasp of her bra, and he slowly peeled the cups away from Cathy’s rosy nippled tits.

“Do you like?” Cathy asked sarcastically. She was blushing, embarrassed at, once again, being partially naked in front of her cruel stepson. “Huh? Don’t you ever say anything?”

Cathy did nothing to stop Miles when he pushed the straps of her bra off her shoulders. She didn’t stop him, but she didn’t help him, either. She wasn’t going to do anything that could be thought of as acceptance.

When Miles unzipped her skirt, she shivered. Was he going to stick his awful prick into her cunt this time? Is that what he wanted?

Before long, Cathy’s skirt and panties were around her ankles. Upon Miles’ insistence, she kicked off her shoes and stepped out of them. She felt terrible, once again, decked out in just her purple garter belt and stockings.

Cathy felt totally helpless as Miles took a couple steps away from her, to get a better look at her body. When he opened his pants, and he pushed them down to his thighs, she caught sight of his massive prick. Her mouth watered, and she found herself hungry for the taste of his meaty cock. Cathy damned herself for wanting to suck Miles’ prick.

“What do you want, Miles? The same as last time?” Cathy was suddenly afraid that she sounded too eager to suck her stepson’s prick, so she added: “It was awful, what you made me do.”

His eyes burning little holes in her, Miles hooked his meaty hand behind Cathy’s neck, and he forced her to her knees. She resisted enough to make him think he had to force her. Then she was on her knees, stroking his prick as it throbbed in her hand.

Cathy voluntarily brought her succulent, pink lips to the head of Miles’ prick, and she kissed it. Her tongue snaked out, flicking lightly over his pisshole. The taste of his cock meat was salty and flavorful, just as she remembered it to be.

As she tongued his cockhead, Cathy brought her hand back and forth along his fuck shaft. She enjoyed the way Miles’ cock pulsed in her fist, stretching out, getting longer and broader in girth. Using just the tip of her tongue, she moistened all of his pricktip. Then she began swiping at his cockhead with the flat of her tongue.

As Cathy continued licking his big, quivering cock, Miles began taking off his shirt and shoes. He was going to give it to her good this time. No simple blowjob would satisfy his rampaging desires. He needed more than Cathy’s hot mouth to satisfy his lust.

Once she had wetted his cockhead and fuckshaft with her tongue’s slick caresses, Cathy swallowed his pricktip into her mouth. Her succulent lips tightened around his cockstem, squeezing it just behind his prick knob. Her tongue roved, hungrily, sliding around his cock’s crown, and toying with the clefted underside. When she felt Miles’ prick expand in her mouth, throbbing with wanton life, she shivered.

Slowly, Cathy pushed her face forward, taking more of his cock into the richness of her hot mouth. Her tongue moved restlessly, scraping over his cock. When his cockhead was at the back of Cathy’s mouth, she moaned hungrily. Her breathing quickened as her excitement grew, causing her mountainous tits to jiggle and sway. Her nipples were hard, itching for a hand or mouth to fondle them.

Moving her hand back and forth, Cathy began bobbing on his jaw-stretching prickmeat. She mouthed his rigid fuckpole slowly, trying to gauge her excitement. Cathy didn’t want to suck his cock with the wild abandon that would surely let him know she was enjoying the feeling of his prick in her mouth.

“Ohhhhh! You’re getting better at this all the time,” Miles groaned, pumping his hips slowly back and forth. He watched the way Cathy’s pink lips traveled back and forth over his prick, and thought briefly of Jayne’s lips.

Bringing her fist along his cockshaft, Cathy didn’t resist the chance to rub her hand against Miles’ cum-filled ball sac. She knew what kind of load he’d give her.

“Rub my cock against your face,” Miles said softly as he stepped out of his pants. “I want to see you rubbing my cockhead all over your face.”

Cathy complied without protest. She pressed the spongy tip of his fuckpole against her cheeks and nose, enjoying the spitty warmth of his flesh against her face. She crooned softly. Her pussyjuice was now making her lust-inflamed cuntlips moist.

“You want to get fucked by my big prick, don’t you?”

Cathy tried to ignore her stepson. She wrapped her lips around his cockhead again, and she bobbed her face faster, dragging her moist lips to and fro over the ridge of his prick knob. No, she told herself. No matter what, she wouldn’t let Miles ram his fuckpole into her cunt.

“Talk to me, damn you!” the young man demanded, teasing Cathy. “You want me to fuck you, and I know it, so admit it!”

“No I don’t! Only, you think I do. But I’m not going to let you, Miles. You’re not going to fuck me. You can abuse me, and force me to…” She stumbled on saying the crude words to describe her actions. “To suck your cock. I’ll do that, because I really haven’t any choice. But I won’t fuck you, Miles. I simply won’t do it.”

“Ha! Ha! Ha! You only think you won’t, cocksucker,” Miles replied. “I can make you do whatever I want. Now I can take it from you, or you can give it to me. And I’ll guarantee something. If I have to take it, you’re not going to be happy. That big prick of mine can do some terrible damage to a woman’s body.”

Cathy tried to ignore Miles’ threat as she sucked his gigantic prick. She thought that if she could keep sucking his delicious cockmeat until he came, then he’d surely be too tired to want to fuck her cunt.

“Mmmmm!” Cathy moaned as a pungent, salty drop of precum trickled onto her tongue. She tongued his slitted pricktip faster, hoping to get more of his flavorful fuck-cream.

“You trying to con me, woman? Huh? Is that what you’re trying to do?” Miles taunted, caressing Cathy’s silky brown hair. “You’re like a Goddamn nympho now, and a minute ago you’d hardly take it into your mouth. Oh, I get your plan now. You figure that by sucking me off I won’t fuck you. Is that it?”

Bobbing her face forward, Cathy felt his cockhead slam against the back of her mouth. Forcing herself to continue forward, she drove the tip of his meaty cock into her throat.

“Ohhhhh!” Miles groaned as he watched almost half of his huge, red-hot prick sink into Cathy’s hot mouth.

Cathy knew she had to do something amazing to get Miles’ mind away from fucking her. She had to do something that would make him forget about everything but her hot mouth and tight throat.

“Mmmmmf!” Cathy choked as her throat protested the sudden intrusion of his cockmeat.

She thought for a moment that she would gag on his awesome ten-inch cock, but then it slid deeper and deeper into her throat. She continued forward, taking each extra inch slowly deeper into her throat. Her lips worked in a chewing motion on his thick fuck shaft as his throbbing prick knob stretched the walls of her throat.

“Take it! Deep-throat me, bitch!” Miles gasped as Cathy’s moist, pink lips moved toward the root of his prick. He pumped his hips, jamming more of his cock into her throat.

And then she had it all. Cathy’s nose was buried in Miles’ curly bush of cock hair. Her kneading lips were wrapped tightly around the root of his fuckpole. Her throat was completely stuffed with hard prickmeat. She was deep throating all ten inches of Miles prick!

“Mmmgg!” Cathy gurgled triumphantly.

She pushed her face harder against his body, feeling his warm ball sac tickling her chin. Her big tits were pressed against Miles’ legs, her throbbing nipples sending sensual electric currents all through her responsive body.

“Fucking-A! Nobody’s ever done that!”

Cathy suddenly felt the need for air. She pulled away from her stepson. Cathy could feel the ridge of his cockhead sliding along the walls of her throat, and she crooned happily once more. When the drooling head of his prick was on her slithering tongue, Cathy inhaled deeply. Her billowing tits swelled out even more, doing a short dance of their own.

Miles put his hand on Cathy’s cheek, then shoved her to one side. Cathy fell onto her hip, twisting to get her hands beneath herself to break the fall. She spun, bringing her knees under her, and she was surprised at her stepson’s speed. Before she really knew what he was doing, Miles had one powerful arm around her waist, and he was hoisting her ass up. She felt his wet, rigid cock sliding between her thighs. His cockhead hit her cunt but did not go in, sliding, instead, over her inflamed cuntlips.

“No, damn you!” Cathy hissed, afraid that either Jayne or Tom would hear her. “I said you’re not going to fuck me!”

Her cheek was against the plush carpet, and her huge tits mashed against the floor. Cathy reached between her legs, and she put a hand over her cunt. She desperately wanted to keep Miles’ huge fuckpole out of her pussy. The new bride was determined to save her cunt for Tom.

“Have it your way, bitch!” Miles said angrily when he tried unsuccessfully a second time to get his prick in Cathy’s cunt.

With his free hand, Miles brought the head of his cock to her puckered, virgin asshole. Even as Cathy was thinking that she had stopped him, Miles put incredible force behind his lunge. At first, her tight ring of muscle prevented his cockhead from entering. His steely fuckshaft threatened to bend.

Cathy felt his cockhead pressing hard against her asshole. She tried desperately to keep his huge cock out of her ass. But then, searing pain ripped through her curvaceous body. Her asscheeks spread wide, and her asshole involuntarily opened. His cock was driving up her ass!

“Ug!” Miles grunted, impaling Cathy’s ass with his huge cock.

Looking down, he saw the way her asscheeks were pried apart. Five inches of his enormous fuckpole were already buried in her ass. With another thrust of his hips, he had all of his prick buried into her asshole.

Cathy’s moist mouth opened wide, but no sound came out. His huge cock, reaming her ass, had ripped the wind out of her lungs. She pulled her hand away from her cunt, no longer needing to protect that hole.

The blinding pain lasted only a couple seconds. Cathy felt an incredible sense of relief when Miles withdrew most of his massive fuckpole from her ass. When she felt his prick sliding into her ass again, Cathy waited for the agonizing pain to shatter her ragged nerves. But the blinding pain wasn’t there. It hurt to have his cock sliding into her ass, but not nearly as much as the first time he plowed his fuckshaft into her.

By the fifth time Miles’ prickmeat crammed up Cathy’s ass the big-tittied brunette felt nothing but pleasure. Her body felt more stuffed with cockmeat than ever before. Putting her head on her forearm, Cathy whimpered as hot tingles seeped slowly through her body. She could feel Miles’ balls slapping against her pussy whenever, he plowed into her asshole.

“Uh! Uh! Uh!” Miles groaned as he slammed his fiery prick into Cathy’s ass.

He was mauling, her spread asscheeks with his hands. Cum bubbled in his balls. Her ass was tighter than anything he had felt in a long time. He slid his hand over her naked back, enjoying the warmth of Cathy’s flesh under his palm.

Cathy twitched. With her tits mashed against the carpet, her nipples were tingling, sending hot waves of added excitement through her trembling body. She wished that Miles would finger her clit while he fucked her ass.

“Awwwww!” groaned Cathy as she gulped in air!

His cock seemed to be driving halfway through her body. What had, only moments before, been agonizing pain, was now a new and strange form of pleasure.

The feeling wasn’t the same as having a big cock reaming her juicy pussy. It wasn’t the same at all. But this new feeling was sending waves of ecstasy sizzling through Cathy’s ripe body, and making her squirm with desire.

“Goddamn, I love fucking virgins,” Miles said through gritted teeth.

Cathy was suddenly and happily aware that she was no longer a virgin, not in any sense of the word. Miles, her husband’s cruel son, had shoved his cock into her mouth until he shot thick, creamy jets of cum against her tongue and face. And he had reamed her asshole until she wiggled on the floor, pushing her ass back to meet his charging thrusts. She could take a cock anywhere in her body now, and receive as much pleasure as she gave.

“Ohhhhhhh!” Cathy sighed as Miles’ thrusts became faster, more urgent.

“Bitch! Cock sucking bitch!” Miles hissed, holding onto his stepmother’s hips as he pumped his throbbing fuckshaft into her ass.

A low-pitched growl came from deep in Miles’ broad chest. His fingers gouged into Cathy’s asscheeks as he stabbed his fuckpole into her ass. Cum spewed hotly out of his balls, shooting through his long cock, before spitting out of his red, throbbing pricktip.

“Cumminggggg!” he groaned, rocketing his prick in and out of Cathy’s hot, humid fuckhole.

Cathy shivered, pushing her ass back against her stepson to take his cock completely into her ass. She was surprised at how great it felt now, to have his awesome, thick fuckpole of blood and muscle reaming her asshole. With Miles’ heavy load of fuck-cream gushing in her ass, she shivered and rubbed her tingling nipples harder against the floor.

“Bitch! Awwwwwww!” Miles groaned, pistoning his hips to ram his mighty fuckpole with lightning speed into his stepmother’s ass.

Miles sighed as the last of his cream trickled out of his pricktip, into Cathy’s ass. She slid forward, going belly down on the floor. She was breathing heavily, her ass tingling from the violation of Miles’ huge cock.

“Damn you,” Cathy whispered, closing her eyes and cradling her head in her arms. “Get out of here now. Get out, before someone sees you.”

Cathy stifled a moan of displeasure when she felt Miles pull his limp prick out of her ass. She waited until he had dressed, and left the library, before putting her own clothes on. She had been in her new home less than twenty-four hours before her stepson had once again forced her to service his hard-on.

Buttoning her blouse, Cathy wondered how much succulent cock she would be getting in the coming months. Tom fucked her every day with his giant prick, and Miles would probably be doing the same. They both had huge cocks, and both were almost constantly horny.

“You’d better get used to it,” Cathy murmured to herself as she hiked her panties up her legs, pulling them tight against her moist pussy.

CHAPTER SIX

Jayne’s cunt was soapy as she stood in the bathtub. She had just finished shaving her legs and underarms and now, on a whim, she was going to shave her pussy bald. With razor in hand, she started on her sparsely haired cuntlips, working her way slowly to the thicker triangular patch of hair above her pussy.

It had been three days since her father had returned home with his bride. Jayne had been more than civil to her new stepmother all the time. Jayne also took great pleasure in listening to Miles’ account of how he ass fucked Cathy in the library. While Miles sat on the edge of Jayne’s bed and told her of the rape, Jayne brought her red-painted lips over his cock until she had swallowed all of his cum.

She had tried several times to seduce her father, but never quite found the courage to go through with her intentions. Now, as she stood in the bathtub thinking about her father, she was getting horny.

It didn’t take long for Jayne to shave away all the hair surrounding her cunt. She smiled as she washed off what remained of the shaving cream. Her cunt looked just like it did before she had gone through puberty.

“I wonder why I didn’t do this a long time ago?” Jayne murmured, caressing her clit with a fingertip. “I hear a lot of guys think a bald pussy is really a kinky turn-on.”

Without any hair on her cunt, Jayne looked even younger than she really was. With her tall, slender figure and small, tight domes of tit flesh, she looked, at least two or three years younger. Jayne was certain that Tom, well into his thirties and quickly approaching forty, would find her attractive. She had read where men, as they get older, desire younger and younger women.

Shaving her cunt, Jayne was certain, would be her trump card should Tom think she was too closely related to shove his cock into her.

She spent extra time combing her long blonde hair so that it looked just right. When she was finished, Jayne’s hair looked just a little bit carefree and very attractive.

“Here goes nothin’,” she giggled, wrapping a long, fluffy towel wound her body.

The towel covered her from armpits to the tops of her thighs. She knotted the towel between her tits, then inspected herself in the full-length mirror. All she’d need to do was loosen the knot and the towel would fall from her body.

It was a few minutes after five o’clock. Jayne knew that Cathy had to work late. And Miles was at the club, working out, to keep his excellent shape. That left her at home with Tom… alone.

Jayne found Tom in the kitchen, rummaging in the refrigerator for something to eat. He didn’t even look at his daughter when she greeted him. However, after taking a cold chicken leg from the refrigerator, Tom almost choked at the sight of his lovely daughter.

She looked more ravishing than he had ever seen her. Bright red lips contrasting with milky, smooth skin. Dark eyes surrounded by hair so blonde, it was almost white. And the towel, Tom suspected, hardly covered her cunt.

Smiling most becomingly, Jayne moved slowly to one of the wooden chairs neat the kitchen table. She pulled the chair away from the table and sat, crossing her knees rather demurely at the knee. The move was subtly sensual, and didn’t miss the attention of her father.

“Ah… are you sure you should be walking around like that?” Tom asked, struggling for a paternal quality in his voice. He failed and his eyes didn’t stray from Jayne’s long, milky thighs. “You’re not exactly dressed.”

“I just stepped out of the tub,” Jayne replied, sounding bored and slightly troubled. “Dad, I’ve got to talk to you about something.”

Tom sat at the table, moving his chair out so he faced Jayne. One part of him said to at least keep the table between them so he couldn’t look at her legs. But another part, the part that made his prick hard whenever he thought about women, said to stay as close to this scantily clad young girl as possible.

“What’s wrong?” Tom asked, looking into his daughter’s dark eyes. “You can talk to me. There’s nothing you can’t tell me.”

Jayne cleared her throat. This wasn’t going to be as easy as she had first thought. Plans, she realized, were easier to make than they were to act out.

“Well, you see, in the past few years I’ve gone through changes.”

“Yes, I know.”

How could he fail to notice his daughter changing to a young woman?

“There’s been the modeling jobs, and that sort of thing,” Jayne continued. “But there’s been more. There have been men.” She looked into Tom’s eyes, fighting for a sincerity that she didn’t feel. “All kinds of men. Big ones, shorts ones, fat and skinny. I’ve gotten addicted to cocks. I can’t help myself. I need them all the time.”

Tom’s mouth was dry. He tried to speak, but nothing more than hoarse, croaking sound came out. His daughter was telling him something that he had known for a long time, but had refused to admit. Why the hell did she have to tell him?

“It’s been terrible,” Jayne went on. “I go from one man to the next. Sometimes I make it with strangers. I can’t count the times I’ve walked up to some good-looking stranger, dropped to my knees, and sucked him off. It’s terrible, but I can’t seem to help myself. I need it. I need cocks all the time!”

Jayne was rising slowly to a fever pitch. She didn’t dare cast her glance down to Tom’s crotch, but she was intensely curious to know if he was getting an erection. If he was, then she was certain she had him in her seductive powers.

“I don’t exactly know what to say,” Tom said. He was surprised to find that he sounded frightened. Tom Sanders, the self-made man, stud, businessman, was now frightened?

“Don’t say anything,” Jayne added quickly. “It’s just that I think it’s time I stopped sucking every prick that catches my fancy. That’s what I need you for.”

“I’ll do anything you want.”

“Anything?”

“Anything at all!”

Jayne got slowly to her feet, and she looked down at her father. With a small shrug of her shoulders, her knotted towel loosened. It was almost ready to fall off her body. Tension hung in the air.

“If I’m going to do it… you know, suck cocks… then I might as well keep it in the family. It’s better here than out on the streets, where I might embarrass you.”

Tom rose, and he put his massive hands on Jayne’s slender, naked shoulders. She looked up into his eyes, and he tried to smite. He wanted to say that everything would be okay, and that she shouldn’t worry about having her urges ridiculed. Tom wanted to say that she shouldn’t be thinking she could have his cock, though. That was definitely out of the question.

He had all these things in mind when Jayne unzipped his fly and pulled out his big prick. They stood looking into each other’s eyes while Jayne twisted and turned her hand along his slumbering, warm column of cockmeat.

“Jayne, this is ridiculous,” Tom said, his hands still on her shoulders. “Don’t you realize I’m your father?”

“Pretend you’re not,” Jayne said quickly. She bent down near his prick, and she planted a smacking kiss on his cocktip.

“Ohhhhh!” Tom sighed.

Still bending at the waist, Jayne began licking the spongy tip of her father’s prick. She was pleased to find it was as big as her brother’s cock, a nice, big mouthful of fuckmeat to satisfy her lusty oral desires.

Stroking the cock, Jayne caught his prick head between her moist, brilliantly painted lips. Her tongue moved slowly, in a circular motion, grazing over the ridge of his cockhead. His prick throbbed and grew in her hot, moist mouth.

“This is wrong, Jayne. So terribly wrong.”

Ignoring her father’s weak protests, Jayne took more of his growing prick into the hot, wet confines of her mouth. She sank to her knees, and she began bobbing her face over his fuckpole, taking it deep into her mouth.

“Mmmmmmmm!” Jayne moaned.

She swallowed his cock until his fat, apple-sized pricktip was against the back of her mouth, almost entering her throat.

Tom watched as Jayne dragged her ruby lips along his mighty prick. Sighing, he was amazed at how good her mouth felt on his cock. Cathy, the woman he loved so desperately, had refused to give him a blowjob. And, since then, he had respected her by not asking a second time. Nevertheless, he couldn’t deny that Jayne’s mouth was driving him absolutely crazy with lust.

“Mmmmmmm! Ummmmmft!” Jayne slurped, rolling her tongue along the clefted underside of Tom’s pricktip.

She was lavishing his cock with her tongue’s wet, slick caresses, while her lips chewed and kneaded his hard cockmeat. Using her long fingernails, Jayne scratched the glistening head of Tom’s dick. She cooed lustfully, tonguing the slitted tip with quick, snakelike flicks.

“Wrong… wrong… wrong…” Tom lamented, but did nothing to stop his teasing, hotly sucking daughter.

He watched the way her cheeks hollowed to squeeze the sides of his prick, felt the way her tongue slithered hungrily over and around his cock. Her honey-blonde hair swirled in luxurious waves over her shoulders, swaying with her every move.

“Mmmmmmm!” Jayne moaned, taking his cock out of her mouth. She whipped his fat cockhead with her tongue, looking up into Tom’s eyes. “If I’ve got to be giving blowjobs, it might as well be with you. Right?”

Tom damned himself silently and said, “Right.”

Jayne rubbed the spitty tip of Tom’s prick over her lips and cheeks, showing her father how much she adored his delicious fuckpole. Then she parted her ruby lips wide and captured his pricktip in her mouth again.

The teenager sucked harder and faster, moving her hand in rhythm with her lips as she sucked. The urgent moves of her blowjob caused the towel to completely unknot, and the towel slipped down her body to her knees.

“Jayne, maybe we better stop,” Tom moaned, hoping she’d deny his weak request. When her response was nothing but even hotter, more sensual licks on his cock, he knew he was too far-gone to stop.

Bending over her bobbing head, Tom ran his hand over Jayne’s smooth, warm back. Slipping his hand under her arm, he pinched one taut nipple. Jayne’s body was completely different than his new bride’s, and Tom enjoyed the contrast.

“Mmmmmmmm! Goddamn it, I love your cock!” Jayne gasped, feverish now to drink down her father’s thick, slick load of fuckcream.

Tom grabbed the back of a chair for support. His knees were shaking. It had been a long time, too long, since his cock had been buried deep in a hot, sucking mouth. He watched his daughter’s lips moving over his prick, gliding effortlessly, taking in half of his cock’s full ten inches.

“Cum in my mouth,” she said urgently. “I want to taste your cum. I want to taste it splashing against my tongue and filling my mouth.”

Tom shivered and shoved his throbbing hot prick back into his young daughter’s mouth. His knuckles turned white as he squeezed the chair, holding onto it to keep from falling. Tom’s balls were itching, preparing to flood Jayne’s ripe mouth with jism.

She took his prick into her mouth as deep as she could. His huge, spongy cockhead was partially in her throat, but not very far. Jayne still had five solid inches of fuckmeat that she couldn’t fit into the richness of her hungry mouth. But she didn’t let the root of Tom’s cock go unattended. Her hand was busy working on it, twisting from side to side as it moved in a beating motion.

“Oh, God! Oh, God!” Tom gasped as the cum rose in his balls. “I’m going to cum! Goddamn it, Jayne, you’re going to suck me offfffff!”

Sucking hard on his prick, Jayne took as much of the cockmeat into her mouth as she thought possible. Then, with the throbbing, quivering tip of Tom’s prick against the back of her mouth, she felt the first hot rush of jism burst straight down her throat.

“Yeahhhhhhh!” Tom choked, his whole body shaking as the cum raced through his cock stem.

Jayne pulled back so that the tip of her father’s fuckpole was on the flat of her tongue. She curled her pink tongue around his fat cockhead as a second eruption, as powerful as the first, splattered over her tongue and against the roof of her mouth. The cum-thirsty teenager swallowed his jism quickly, and she continued sucking and licking his pricktip, urging out more salty cream from Tom’s balls.

Cum flooded her young mouth, gushing in slick waves against her tongue. When Tom suddenly thrust his prick at Jayne’s face, cramming her mouth full of cockmeat, a trickle of yellowish, creamy jism escaped her lips and slid down her chin from the corner of her mouth.

The gushes slowed, then stopped as Jayne sucked and stroked more slowly on Tom’s fuck meat. When she was certain that she had drained his balls of every drop of jism they held, she let her father’s cock slip from her mouth with an audible popping sound and looked up at him. She ran her tongue around her lips with obvious delight.

“Thank you,” Jayne purred, still kneeling with his cock in her hand.

Tom looked at the blob of cum that trickled from Jayne’s ruby lips. The jism dangled from her chin briefly, then dropped onto one slender thigh. When he stepped away from Jayne, taking his cock out of her hand, he noticed her shaved pussy. His mind reeled excitedly as he thought of the visual turn-on of shoving his huge prick into her naked cunt.

“I think we’d better part company for a while,” Tom said as he tucked his slick, satisfied cock back in his pants. “I need some time to think.”

Jayne said nothing as she got to her feet, the towel dangling from her hand. She smiled contentedly at her father, and she slowly replaced the towel.

“Next time, you can eat my pussy until I cum. Wouldn’t you like to eat me out? I shave my cunt, you know.” A girlish giggle escaped Jayne’s painted, moist lips. She was still unaware of the jism on her chin. “And after that, I’m going to fuck you until you can’t see straight. What do you think of that?”

When her father didn’t answer, Jayne calmly turned on her heel and walked out of the room, swishing her ass in an exaggerated motion for his benefit. The tangy aftertaste of his salty cum delighted her. Jayne was already planning on how she would tell the story to Miles when he returned home from his workout.

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