If you haven’t read the first six parts of this saga, read those first in order to put this offering in context. All characters are at least 18 years of age at all times. They never had a sexual thought or ever noticed anyone of the opposite sex until they were 18. Their bodies did not develop until their 18th birthday.
*****
Winter – in early December the cold temperatures hit. No snow yet, but it was cold. The twins had to either scrape the frost from their windshields, or let their cars run a while before leaving for college. Finals were upon them and they couldn’t afford to miss. They were finding out that college teachers were not nearly as flexible as high school teachers had been. Excuses weren’t readily accepted. They couldn’t be late and had been told that exams would occur no matter what the weather was.
Jackson had met a girl and had started dating. She was in one of his classes at school and had flirted with him so much that he finally asked her if he could buy her a coffee at the campus grill. She had readily accepted and Josh quickly discovered that Renee was a very interesting, smart, and nice girl. They had gone out several times, to movies and football games. Jackson was relieved that she seemed to just want to have a good time and, beyond a few sessions of kissing, she had shown no signs that she wanted sex. Jackson was unsure what he would do if the opportunity came to have sex with her. She was a very attractive, green-eyed, slender redhead, but he was unsure that he wanted to have sex with anyone but his sister. He “wanted” to, but he felt that he would be cheating on Jennifer, whom he loved more than he could possibly love anyone else.
The twins had talked much more about dating. They both had agreed (although Jackson was reluctant to do so) that they would approach dating as if they were not engaged in an incestuous relationship. This meant, they agreed, that even sex with others was not off the table. The most important thing, they both agreed, was that they be honest with each other. If one of them had sex with someone else, they would inform the other, no matter how much it hurt.
Jennifer was still dating Josh and was liking him more and more. They had still not done anything remotely sexual, but had gone “parking” several times and enjoyed kissing each other, even tongue kissing, very much. Jennifer had returned home several times with wet panties and found release with her brother. This bothered Jackson the first couple of times, but he then found that it was a turn on that his sister would get sexually excited with another boy, but come to him to satisfy her needs.
He knew deep down, however, that it was just a matter of time before his sister would spread her long, shapely legs and allow some other boy to enjoy the treasures that, at present, belonged only to her brother. His sister was hot-blooded and loved sex. She had never made it a secret that she was turned on by many other boys and men, although she felt that she loved Jackson more than she would ever love another man.
One night Jennifer and Jackson had made love and were lying in bed together, talking about random things. Jackson had remarked that no girl on Jennifer’s basketball team had been built as well as her and that those girls were probably jealous of her. Jennifer said that was ridiculous but wanted to know if any of the boys on Jackson’s sports teams were as hung as he was. Jackson told her, honestly, that he didn’t think any of them were as big as him.
Jennifer smiled. “I love that,” she said. “I like knowing that I’ve had the most hung man around.” She paused, then smiled again. “Except Dad, of course.”
Jackson’s expression made her laugh out loud. “What? How? Have you seen it?” he asked, incredulously.
“Not hard, no. But I’ve seen him pee. It is BIG!” she exclaimed. “And I’ve sat in his lap and it feels like fence post!”
Jackson was flabbergasted. “He was hard when you were in his lap?” he gasped.
Jennifer was enjoying this immensely. “You’ve told me, many times, that I could make any man hard. Dad is a man,” she deadpanned.
“But…Jen…well…did you like that? And how did you see him peeing?”
“Well of course I liked it. It’s flattering to know you can turn someone on, right?” she teased. “I used to hide in the barn and peek on him peeing. I was just curious. I’m not perverted…” she laughed. “Well, strike that… I am perverted. So are you, so don’t judge. Don’t even tell me you’ve never looked at Mom’s boobs. She looks like a college girl and is built better than anyone!”
“I saw her naked once,” he admitted. He told her about the time that he had seen her undress and get into the shower, and then how he had watched her exit the shower and dry herself off. “It was almost like she was showing off for me. You’re right, she is built like a brick shithouse.”
“We really ARE perverted, Jackson,” she giggled as she noticed his cock had hardened. “Siblings that fuck each other – pretty perverted. But it’s not going to EVER stop me,” she said as she moved on top of her brother and took his newly stiffened cock into her recently fucked pussy. “Mmmmmm, oh this is so good! Why is it so good the second time?” she moaned.
Jackson held her huge, perfectly round, orbs in his hands as she rode up and down his thick cock. “Poor old Josh,” he panted. “You know he’s at home masturbating about doing this with you right now!”
“Do you ever think about Mom when you fuck me?” she asked, grinning.
“No, I don’t, but I used to think about her when I masturbated. I assure you that nobody would ever think about anyone else when they’re fucking YOU! Do you even have any fucking idea how hot you are?”
“I love when you tell me stuff like that. I don’t even care if it’s true,” she said as she rode up and down his engorged shaft. The fact that he had cum not 15 minutes previously meant that she could fuck him as aggressively as she wanted. “I love you looking at my body, too. This body is yours – forever… I am cummingggggg!!”
She lay on him, kissing his mouth, mashing her breasts into his chest. His cock was still inside her, hard as a rock. “You think about Dad when I do you?” he asked.
She sat up and smiled, then playfully hit him in the chest. “No! He’s sexy though. And I wasn’t kidding about his cock. It is MONSTROUS!”
“You slutty little pervert,” he said as he expertly flipped her over on her back and started fucking his cock in and out of her sex-slickened pussy. He reached and grasped her ankles and spread her long legs wide as he began to fuck her fast and hard.
“Fuck me, Daddy!” she laughed. “Oh fuck me hard and deep, Jackson. Fuck you’re so good. I can’t EVER get enough of you! Make me cum again, please,” she begged.
Jackson paused and leaned forward to bite her nipple. She yipped with pain as he moved to the other one and bit it, as well. He then returned to the first one and licked where he had bitten. He gave the second one the same treatment. He knew his sister loved it.
“You’re going to make your own sister cum!” she announced, panting. “You should be ashamed of yourself!” She tossed her ponytail and fucked her hips toward him. “Oh yes,” she groaned. “I’m cummmmmmmming! Ohhhhh fuckkkk, Jackson, fuckkkkkkkkkkk!” she moaned as she twisted her body upward on his deliciously impaling cock.
Jackson was nearing his own release and decided to do something a bit different. He suddenly withdrew and quickly kneeled over his sister’s body and blew his load on her face, neck and breasts. He had already cum, but there was still a great amount of spewing, warm cum that covered his sister’s face.
“Mmmmm,” she moaned. “Oh I love that stuff. I wish I could bathe in it! Mmmmm, more please?”
*****
The last day of semester exams, it snowed. The weatherman was calling for 8 -10 inches. Jennifer rode with Jackson, in his Jeep, to classes. They agreed to meet at the campus grill at noon. Classes would be over and they would have nearly a month to enjoy the holidays. The both expected 4.0 GPA’s, but were ready to relax from studying for a while.
By the time they had finished their exams, snow had covered the ground and the temperature had dropped. The streets were icy and slick. Jackson had some experience driving in snow and his Jeep was a 4 wheel drive, so he was confident that they could make it home if he drove slowly.
As they drove toward home, Shana called to tell them that Bill, their grandfather, had been thrown by a horse that morning and had a broken leg. He needed Shana to come and take care of him for a few days and she wanted Jackson to take her to the hospital to get Bill and then on to the ranch, when the twins arrived home. Tom had far too much to tend to on the farm to take her. They also were afraid that they might get stranded and couldn’t get back home.
When the twins arrived, Shana was almost in a panic and was ready to go. She had packed Jackson and herself an overnight bag, just in case. Jackson threw their stuff in the back of the Jeep and they slowly crept down the country road toward the hospital where Bill was, some 40 miles away.
Upon arriving at the hospital, they were relieved to find that the break was minor and that Bill was about to be dismissed from the hospital. He would have to be on crutches for a few weeks, but he was okay. They managed to get him in the front seat of the Jeep and, with the snow continuing to come down, headed for his ranch.
By the time the trio arrived at the ranch, the roads were almost impassable. Jackson had never seen snow like this. He didn’t let them know it, but he was very nervous as they drove. It was not difficult to persuade him that he would need to spend the night. Shana had already determined that she would spend a few days, regardless, but did not want Jackson to attempt driving all the way home in the storm.
*****
“Well, Jenny, looks like we’re on our own tonight. Jackson is not going to try to come home tonight, and your mother is probably going to be staying with Grampa a few days. The way it’s snowed, I’ll be surprised if Jackson can get back here tomorrow,” Tom informed Jennifer.
“I’m glad he isn’t going to try to drive home. I was worried,” she admitted. “We can have pizza and watch a movie, if you want! We never get to have a daddy-daughter night,” she said, giggling to herself. She found a frozen pizza and popped it in the oven.
They ate their pizza and Tom found Seinfeld on TV. They both enjoyed watching it and the program guide said that it would be on all evening. They were both laughing at Kramer’s antics and George’s selfishness. Jennifer was so happy that she had her dad to herself. She enjoyed having him to herself so much, but that rarely happened.
After they finished eating she rinsed the dishes, told Tom she would be right back, and went upstairs. Ever since the night that she had sat in Tom’s lap, dressed in her short nightie, she had looked forward to an opportunity to tease him again. She knew it was naughty, but she knew that her father enjoyed it and that there were unspoken boundaries that neither of them would cross. Her body tingled just thinking about her handsome father gawking at her body and, perhaps, just perhaps sitting in his lap. She knew that his cock would get hard. She knew that would turn her on and that, afterward, she would masturbate imagining her well-hung Dad.
She put on her short nightie, the same one that she had worn on the previous occasion. It was translucent and as she glanced down she could see the hint of her nipples through the material. It was also low cut, showing the tops of her gorgeous breasts. It was fastened by a cord underneath her breasts. She cinched it together, the nightie overlapping, pulled it tight, and tied it in a bow. Untying the bow would allow the nightie to open for easy removal (although removing it was certainly not in her plans). She put on white, bikini panties and white, thigh-high leggings. She was so tall that the nightie only came to her crotch. Her legs were long and, even though it was winter, they still were tanned from summer. She pulled the nightie up to display her tiny panties and looked at herself in the mirror and knew that she looked sexy. She knew that if Jackson was there that he couldn’t resist her and that he would insist that she leave the thigh-high leggings on as he fucked her. She tingled all over, as she always did when she thought of how she loved sex with her twin brother.
The Lancasters rarely used their fireplace, but Tom had decided that he would build a fire. The temperature was going to dip to single digits; Tom reasoned that the central heat could use all the assistance he could provide. It might save a few bucks, plus fire was always nice on a cold, winter night. He knew that Jenny liked to have a fire in the fireplace. Unless he missed his guess, his daughter would be in teasing mode tonight. He didn’t know what she got out of displaying her young body to him, but he loved it. It was innocent fun, after all. Besides, Shana knew about it and had given her permission for him to look – she would take care of the rest. Tom thought that Jenny was probably still a virgin – he doubted that the new boyfriend had managed to get past first base with her.
He got the fire blazing then changed into some loose fitting cotton pajamas. They were very soft and, if he were fortunate enough that Jenny sat in his lap, he would feel her body through the pajamas much better than if he were wearing shorts or jeans.
When Jennifer bounded down the stairs, her magnificent young breasts bouncing noticeably, her long legs clad in sexy knee-high leggings and her tiny white panties visible with every step, Tom’s cock began to harden immediately. It was so obvious that she had chosen this outfit just for him.
“Wow, honey, I love that outfit,” he gushed. Why not just tell her? After all, she wanted him to notice her. “Those leggings are a nice touch on a cold night!”
“Thank you, Daddy!” she giggled. She was a little taken aback that he had called attention to her outfit, but she had certainly asked for it. “Hey, you built a fire! Let’s turn out the lights and light some candles!”
“To watch TV?” he laughed.
“Sure, why not?” She found some scented candles, lit them, and turned out all of the lights except for the television. Tom had chosen to lay on the couch to watch, so Jennifer lay down in front of him so that he could spoon her. They had not done that since she was a little girl, but it seemed like fun to her.
When she scooted back from the edge of the couch she could feel that Tom was already hard. His cock felt massive. She already knew that he was bigger than Jackson, even though Jackson was hung like a horse. Her dad was even bigger and that made her pussy drool with lust. She knew she could not have sex with him, for all kinds of reasons, but that didn’t keep her from wanting it. She often fantasized about making love with her father. She could almost cum from just thinking about how it would feel to have him stretch her hot teen pussy with his massive column of man-meat. The intimacy that they would share because of their deep familial love for each other would be mind-blowing!
Tom almost gasped with pleasure when her firm teen ass pushed against his swollen cock. He reached around her and, discovering that her short nightie had ridden up past her tummy, lay his hand on her bare stomach. Her flesh was so warm and sexy. He knew that it would be so easy to just move his hand upward and touch her mouth-watering breasts. What he wouldn’t give to be able to suck and lick them like he did her mother’s!
He stroked her stomach, amazed at how smooth and tight it was. He could easily feel her sexy, well-defined, abdominal muscles. All that farm work and playing basketball in high school had kept her in perfect shape, he reflected. He ran his fingertips across her navel and inserted the tip of one finger inside, rubbing it around the circumference.
She giggled. “Daddy, that tickles just TOO much!” she said as she rolled over to face him.
When she turned he caught a glimpse of one of her nipples. Her huge, firm breasts were almost totally exposed to his lecherous eyes. Even her mother’s breasts had never looked this sexy and delicious, he thought. He wondered what she would do if he suddenly touched one or even kissed the top of one of them. It would be so easy to do in this position. Her breasts seemed to be beckoning him to give them attention and he was dying to do so. He was afraid that his common sense and self-control were abandoning him. He had known that his luscious young daughter would tease him tonight, but he hadn’t counted on THIS. His cock was so swollen with need that the cock head was underneath the elastic of the pajamas. Another inch and the tip would be visible. And he was sure that pre-cum was leaking out.
Jennifer put her hands at the back of Tom’s neck and looked in his eyes. She knew he was staring at her boobs and that he probably could see her nipples. This nightie was really too revealing. She probably should have been just a tad more conservative, even if she was going to tease him. She didn’t want to look like a slut, but she did long for her dad to see everything she had – to enjoy what he was responsible for creating. Even if they didn’t touch, even if nothing happened at all, she loved her daddy to gaze at her ripe teen body. She knew she looked good to him and she wanted him to enjoy it. She wished that she could think of an excuse to show him her full nakedness. She was once so reticent about showing her body, but since her sexuality had been awakened, she was extremely turned on by the thought of revealing it. She now loved for men to look at her, and the more forbidden, the more taboo, the better. She fantasized about stripping, but she knew she would never do that. Still, what was wrong with fantasizing? She knew it would totally turn her own to slowly remove her clothing in front of a room full of lecherous, yet appreciative, men. After all, there would be no touching!
Her father was so very handsome, she thought. He was strong from working on the farm all his life. His body was muscular, much more muscular than Jackson, even though Jackson had a very nice body. She quickly glanced down at her bosom and saw that her nipples were covered, but just barely. Her breasts were bunched together as if she were offering them to her father. She didn’t know how she would react if he actually touched them, but she was dying for him to do just that! Wouldn’t it be heaven to just lay back and let him feast on her young tits? Oh, she wanted that so badly!
Tom was unsure what to do, so he tickled her tummy, barely sliding his fingers across her flesh, knowing that she was extremely ticklish. Involuntarily, her knee came up into his crotch. Not hard, not enough to hurt, but enough for Jennifer to feel just how desperately hard her father’s cock was. She stopped just in time for her knee to rest against his incredibly engorged cock. She stayed in that position and looked into his face to see if there would be a reaction.
“Whoa, careful there!” he groaned, although she had stopped just short of kneeing him in the balls.
“I’m sorry!” she laughed. “I am so ticklish! No fair!” she said in an adorable, pouty voice.
Tom put an arm around her to hold her still, then ran his finger across the bare flesh of her tummy again, eliciting more laughter. She wriggled, trying to get free from his grasp and, in doing so, her incredible breasts were pushed upward, within inches of his face. One nipple was now uncovered. It was stiff; Tom knew that she was just as turned on as he was. It was, however, his responsibility to make sure this didn’t get out of hand. He gazed at her breasts. He couldn’t help it. He couldn’t make himself even pretend that he wasn’t staring. One tit was almost totally exposed and the other one was covered just enough to be infinitely enticing. Tom was at his breaking point.
“Watch the show,” he croaked, motioning for her to turn back over. She did so and pushed her ass onto his swollen cock. She didn’t care that he knew she was doing it on purpose. If she couldn’t have him inside her – and she certainly could not! – She intended to at least feel of him as best she could with her ass. She wriggled her butt, as if to remove all doubt that she knew what she was doing. But two could play that game. He pushed himself forward so that his pajama-clad cock was lodged between her ass-cheeks.
Jennifer’s body was aching for sex – or at least something sexual, even if it weren’t intercourse. She hadn’t counted on getting this turned on by her father. She had surreptitiously touched between her legs and discovered that her panties were soaked nearly to the waist-band. Her nipples were swollen and raging with need. She needed – FUCKING WANTED – him to do something! Couldn’t he at least touch her breasts? What would be so wrong with that? What would be wrong with him tweaking her nipples or even kissing her breasts? That WAS wrong, she knew, but there were things that were a lot worse. She longed for him to touch them, squeeze them – just to gaze at them like he had been doing a few moments before. Yes, more of that would make her even hotter. She needed him to look at her, feast his eyes on her, tell her, even without words, that she was sexy and desirable. If only she knew for sure that he desired her! Maybe that would take the edge off of this incredible need that she felt at that moment.
Suddenly she sat up on the edge of the couch. “It is too hot in here, Daddy. That fire is making me so hot!” She realized her double entendre, and stifled a giggle.
“Well, you could take those leggings off… but I’m not sure that you can go further than that,” he muttered. “You could go outside for a minute. That would do it,” he teased.
“You like my leggings?” she asked. “This is the first time I’ve worn them.” She saw no need to tell him that she had worn them for Jackson and that he had loved her long legs, clad in the warm, soft, leggings, wrapped around him as he fucked her wanton pussy, as she eagerly gave herself to their incestuous mating.
Tom did indeed like her leggings. He couldn’t explain why thigh high leggings had always been such a turn on to him, but they were. Shana had several pairs of them, but he was unaware that she had helped Jennifer pick these out. “I love them, baby. You look really good in them, too,” he said, imagining her long legs clad in those leggings wrapping around his body.
“Aren’t you hot?” she asked as she unbuttoned the top button of his pajama top.
“I kinda am. The fire will die down before long and it won’t be so hot,” he assured her as she unbuttoned another button of his pajamas. Her nightie was so low cut that he could clearly see her entire breasts, almost to the nipple, as she leaned over him. They hung there like young, fresh fruits. Tom was almost sure that his daughter knew that he was looking and would not object if he touched them. He was dying to at least grasp them, heft them, and hold them.
Jennifer had his pajama top totally unbuttoned. “Your chest is so muscular, Daddy,” she gushed. “I always like it when you go without a shirt. I bet Mom does, too!” she laughed.
“My parents didn’t think it was proper for men to go without a shirt,” he told her. “Of course they didn’t think women should wear shorts, especially in public. Anyway, I guess that’s why I hardly ever go without a shirt.”
Jennifer played with his chest, wondering if his lack of chest hair was because of his Native American heritage. She had read that some tribes had very little body hair. “Does Mom like your body?” she asked, unashamed to broach such a personal topic. After all, she was practically displaying her entire body to him and they both knew he had a raging erection. Why not ask intimate questions?
“Well, I suppose she does,” he replied, knowing full-well that Shana was still very much turned on by his body and always had been. “But probably not as much as I like hers!”
“Yeah, Mom is built, isn’t she? And she never seems to age. I hope I look half that good when I get her age,” she commented.
Tom gazed at her breasts as she continued to run her hands over his chest and tummy. “I don’t think you have to worry, honey,” he whispered. He raised up enough to take his pajama top off and threw it in the floor. If his daughter wanted to see him shirtless, let her. She was certainly showing herself off. He felt he owed her.
Jennifer smiled as he lay back on the couch. “I’m a great mind to do that, too…” she whispered, “But I don’t guess that would be proper.” She looked in his face, knowing that this was a crucial moment. Was he strong enough to deny her? She knew she had no willpower. She would give him anything he wanted. She was sure that her father would not ‘go all the way with her’, but even that was not off the table at this time. It was up to him. She had always trusted him and she was putting this situation totally in his control. Her body desired him – she had always desired him since she even knew what a sexual urge was. It was totally different from her lust for her brother, she reasoned. She was so close to her twin brother that having sex with him was almost like masturbating – they were like one entity – but she wondered how she was going to tell, or if she would tell Jackson about this.
Jackson. How could she tell him about this? She had promised him. It would be different if it were anyone else. She could tell Jackson. But this was their Dad! Jennifer didn’t want Jackson to think less of their father. She could admit her own slutty behavior, she reasoned, but she didn’t want Jackson to realize their father’s weakness for her. She knew, in her heart, that her father could not turn her down. She could seduce him; of that she had no doubt. She wanted him, too. She really did want him. She wanted to fuck him and do everything that she did with Jackson, even though she knew she loved only Jackson in that special, romantic way. She was in love with Jackson. Could she fuck their father and then face him? Could she lie to him?
Tom knew what he should do, but his natural instincts as a man were overriding his paternal instincts. “You said you were too hot, Jenny. If it will make you comfortable, go ahead,” he croaked, hating his own weakness.
Jennifer fingered the knot that held the nightie together. Untying the knot, by the mere pull of a string, would open the entire front of the garment. Jennifer leaned toward her father and took his hand. He thought at first that she was going to place his hand on her breast, but she brought it to the cord, instead. She put the cord into Tom’s hand. He knew that a simple tug would reveal his daughter’s body to his lecherous gaze. She was letting him – or forcing him to – make the decision.
He grasped the tie in his fingers and looked in her face. She smiled sexily. She wanted this. He pulled the cord and her nightie fell open. She subtly shifted position so that the sheer material fell off of her breasts, revealing her unfettered, bare breasts to her father’s hungry gaze. Her nipples were as hard as they had ever been.
“Jenny,” he whispered… He could find no words to say. The sight of his ripe, 18 year old daughter, was mesmerizing. There was only one reason that she had done what she had just done – because that’s what she wanted to do. His will-power was gone. He would not think about consequences right now. All that mattered was what was happening right this minute. His incredibly gorgeous daughter was nearly naked, and she was showing herself to him. He was going to enjoy it. He would never forget it. He had never in his entire life seen such a gorgeous, sexy woman – and that included her mother, who had always been his standard for the perfect woman – until now. Surely there had never been a woman in the history of earth that was as purely sexy as this creature – his own daughter. She was perfect. Her breasts were perfectly round and had no sag, whatsoever. Her nipples reached toward the ceiling, eagerly begging for the attention that he longed to lavish on them.
Tom could think of no way to extricate himself from this situation and was unsure that he wanted a way out. He knew that fucking his daughter, or doing anything sexual with her, would lead to regret. He knew that his wife would forgive him. She might even like it, but he had always been a man of honor – a man of God. No, he was not perfect, but this was just beyond the pale. Yet, he felt powerless to control his over-whelming lust for this young goddess – his own flesh and blood – his beloved little girl.
Jennifer allowed the nightie to fall to her waist, then removed it completely. She was now clad only in sopping wet panties and the sexy thigh-high leggings. Her breasts ached to be held and caressed. She hefted them, looking full in Tom’s face, showing them to him. She felt that she could almost orgasm from the way he was gazing at them. She knew that look – pure lust.
Jackson looked at her exactly the same way, she reflected. And she was in love with him. How could she do this? More than anything, at this moment, she longed to reveal her body to her father – and then allow him to do anything he wanted to her. She was confident that she could take his massive cock and that it would be deeply satisfying to do so. She was not likely to ever have sex with a man that was as well-endowed as her father. How could she pass up the chance to do so – plus the fact that she loved her father deeply and had been attracted to him all her life?
“Do you like them, Daddy” she whispered. “I know that men like boobs. Are mine okay?”
Tom swallowed. He wasn’t sure he could even speak. He wondered if he could admit to Shana – ever – what was happening right now, even if it went no further. And how could it NOT go further? “They’re perfect, Jen. You should not be showing them to me or… anyone. Nobody should ever see your body but your husband,” he managed to say.
“I know that, Daddy, but ever since I started developing I’ve been wondering if you noticed – because I trust you and… I don’t know. I just always wanted to know what you thought of them and I never could figure out how to ask! I know it sounds crazy…”
“I understand. I think that’s normal. It’s still not right, but it’s normal to wonder… and rest assured, I am very proud of how you turned out! What would your mother say about this, though?”
“Can this be our secret, Daddy? Can this night be just our secret?”
Tom hated the thought of keeping secrets from Shana, but he couldn’t imagine how he could tell her about this. This had crossed the line – already. He could, perhaps, tell her some half-truths, he supposed. After all, Shana had surely known from past experience that Jennifer would tease him. Shana was okay with that, and seemed to totally understand it – but it didn’t give him license to do anything illicit with Jennifer.
“Okay, this will be our secret. I don’t want to embarrass you to your mother.”
Jennifer smiled. “I’m so glad. Do you want to see the rest?” she said as she stood.
Her long legs in the thigh-high leggings looked even longer. Tom could see that her tiny panties were wet. He knew that his daughter was very turned on, as he was, and that allowing her to remove her panties was not a good idea at all. He couldn’t be responsible for what he might do if he were to see her naked pussy.
Tom sighed. “Leave the leggings on,” he said, hating himself even as he said it.
To his surprise, Jennifer turned her back and began to sway. Then she started very slowly rolling the elastic waistband of the panties down. She swayed back and forth as she lowered the panties below her perfect, heart-shaped, ass. Then she lowered them to her knees and dropped them to the floor. She then stepped out of them and turned around slowly, her hand covering her pussy. She stepped closer to his face until she was only a foot or so away from him.
“You want to see?” she teased. She couldn’t believe that she had mustered the courage to tease him in this way, but it was such a turn-on to slowly display her young body to him. “Spoiler alert – I’m shaved.”
She uncovered her pussy, allowing Tom’s eyes to feast on her bald pussy. He could see that she was wet and that her clit was very swollen. He was dying to taste her, to suck his little girl’s swollen clit. He had felt lust before – overwhelming lust for his delectable young wife – but that was different. The overwhelming, all-powerful lust that he felt now was forbidden. Taboo. Yes, he had lusted for her before, but that was manageable. Even Shana had helped him manage it – and she had benefitted from it!
But the lust he felt now was uncontrollable. Jennifer had asked for this. He had hoped that something would happen to stop this from going this far, but now he knew what was about to happen. He would start by eating her ripe young cunt, then he would show her what sex was all about. She was probably a virgin, so he would go slowly. She needed to be fucked, and he was going to show her how it was done. He would make sure that it was a pleasant experience for her. He had not intended to do this, but it was too late now. She had made it clear what she wanted and he couldn’t help himself.
Jennifer suddenly stepped back, just as Tom was contemplating reaching for her. She stood naked, except for the leggings. “Does Mom ever do a strip-tease for you, Daddy?”
Tom was visualizing what he and his daughter were about to do. Incest. Since they were going to actually do it, he intended to do it all. Oral sex. He might even teach her how to suck his cock. He would take her to the shower and wash her ripe young body so he could lick every delicious inch of her incomparable body. He would teach her how to fuck. If it took all night, he would impale her with his massive phallus. He would teach her everything he knew. He might even lick her asshole, something that he rarely even did with his wife. He wasn’t going to deny himself – or her – anything. They would do it all – and once they started, why stop? They would fuck every time they were alone and, if the opportunity didn’t present itself, he would take her to a hotel for a day of incestuous fucking and sucking – and they would continue to do this until he was too old to function sexually. He would even fuck her when her husband was away.
As he thought of these things, he didn’t realize than Jennifer was talking to him at first. Then he had to replay what she had just said to him in order to think of how to answer. “Um… well… yes, she used to. She enjoyed it and, of course, so did I.”
“I will do that for you anytime you want, Daddy, as long as it’s our little secret!” she smiled. She turned her back and bent over to retrieve her panties, giving him a full view of her succulent, wet, young pussy from behind. She lingered and wiggled her bottom back and forth, making sure he got a good look. Then she picked up her nightie and walked to the stairs. She looked at her father, who was gazing at her like a starved animal. She paused, turning to once again reveal her lush teen body to his gaze. “Anytime you want, Daddy! Good night, sleep tight,” she whispered sexily. She blew him a kiss and went up the stairs to her room.
Tom sighed and felt relief wash over him, as if he had awakened from a nightmare.
*****
The old farmhouse was cold. Jackson managed to get his grandfather to the bed. He had carried him from the truck into the house. Bill was in a great deal of pain. Shana had given him his pain medications and was making sure that he was comfortable. Jackson was making a fire in the woodstove. He wasn’t very experienced with it, but soon had the fire blazing.
Shana went to make sure that there was enough cover on her bed. It was the same bed that she had slept in as a girl. Bill was diligent to change it and wash the bedclothes every few months. One or both of the twins sometimes visited and, of course, Shana sometimes came and stayed a day or two. Unfortunately, her old bedroom was much farther from the woodstove that was Bill’s, whose room was immediately adjacent to the den, where the stove was located. It was going to be cold in her bed tonight.
Bill was asleep within a few minutes. Shana had placed a bell next to his bed in case he needed her. She had also set an alarm to get up and check on him in a few hours. The events of the day had exhausted her. Even though Jackson was a good driver, the roads had been hazardous and she felt that adrenaline had been pumping through her veins all day, both from the travel and from worry about Bill. She was ready to hit the hay.
“Mom, I need some blankets or something to sleep in the floor,” Jackson informed her. “This couch is way too short and that old chair has springs poking through the seat.”
Shana had not even thought about sleeping arrangements. There were but two beds in the house. Jackson was right – the couch was too short to sleep on. “You are not sleeping on the floor. You will sleep with me,” she announced, already thinking how awkward this could get and admitting to herself that it could be interesting, too.
Jackson was okay with that. He figured that being in close proximity to his sexy mother would give him an erection, but he could turn his back on her. He was tired. He knew he could sleep.
Jackson used the bathroom and got in bed wearing what he always wore to bed – his boxer briefs. They were tight around his equipment and he knew that, if he should become excited, it would be apparent. His mother had seen him in his boxer briefs many times, so that didn’t bother him. He didn’t realize how much she enjoyed it when she had the opportunity to do so. He got in bed and was almost asleep when his mother came into the room after, once again, checking on her father.
There was a lamp on the stand next to the bed on one side, so Jackson took the other side of the bed, knowing that his mother would be getting up during the night to tend to her dad. He left it on and, when his mother came in, he kept his eyes half-closed, but watched her. He wasn’t going to miss out on any opportunity to see his sexy mother half-dressed or undressed, or removing any clothing. All of it turned him on. Shana removed her blouse and jeans, unaware that her son was watching her. She was wearing black bikini panties and a matching black push-up bra. Her breasts looked gigantic, luscious, and mouth-watering. Jackson’s cock was immediately hard and raging. His mother, other than Jennifer, was the sexiest woman he had ever seen in his life. Her body was incredible! He could detect nothing that showed that she had ever given birth. Her stomach was flat and hard. Her breasts were big and firm and had very little sag. Her butt was firm. Her legs were long, slender, and her muscles were well defined. And, best of all, was her gorgeous face and hair. Long blonde hair, blue eyes, perfect facial features.
She turned and went into the bathroom to prepare for bed. He could hear the shower running and thought back to the day that he had spied on her as she undressed, got into the shower, and then reemerged in all her glorious nakedness.
Jackson wished that he could, like his father, marry, adore, and cherish the woman that he loved. He wished with all his being that he could marry his sister, Jennifer. He wished that it was ‘okay’- that it was accepted, that dating and marrying her would be just like doing so with just any girl. But, he admitted to himself, the taboo was one reason he was so incredibly attracted to both his sister and his mother. Incest was a topic that, for whatever reason, had always interested him. The fact that both his sister and his mother were walking wet-dreams only enhanced it. The fact that his eager sister was just as into it as he was enhanced it even more. Jackson marveled at how much his sister loved sex – she wanted it at every opportunity. And she would do anything – they hadn’t done anal – but she liked anal play, and that was fine with him. She loved having her well-hung brother deep inside her cunt, she loved sucking him off, and she loved his cum. She loved drinking his cum and she loved having it sprayed on her face and tits.
Shana emerged from the bathroom, dressed in a long flannel nightgown. It was still tight enough that it showed off her incredible body. Jackson thought that it would feel wonderful to cuddle up with her. She looked so soft and warm and sexy.
Shana took a quick glance under the cover before turning the light out. She loved seeing her son’s body, especially when he wore those tight, well-fitting boxer briefs. She idly wondered if Jennifer ever noticed what a hunk her brother was. Both of her children were so well-developed and attractive. How could they not notice each other? And they certainly had every opportunity since they shared a bathroom! Shana supposed, because they were twins, that they just took each other’s characteristics, good or bad, in stride. They were, she reflected, almost the same person. She rolled over, her back to Jackson, thinking about these things, and was soon asleep.
Shana’s alarm went off shortly after 1 AM. Of course it awakened Jackson, too. She whispered, “go back to sleep, honey. I’m going to check on your grandfather.”
“I’m freezing!” he replied. “I better put some wood in the stove and stir it up some,” he said as he jumped out of bed and walked down the hall toward the den. The fire was almost out and the house was frigid, though not as cold in here as it was in their bedroom. He could hear his mother trying to get Bill to take some meds while he stoked the fire. He soon had it blazing again and quickly went to the bathroom, then to bed. His feet were freezing!
In a few moments, his mother turned out the bedside lamp and slipped under the covers. “Brrrrr!” she said. “My feet are two blocks of ice!” she giggled as she placed them on Jackson.
“Mom, shit! I mean…did you walk to the South Pole?” He heard his mother giggle at his unintended use of profanity – the Lancasters just didn’t use profanity at all. He flipped over toward her, trying to escape her cold feet.
She was turned away from him, as before, but she pushed her body toward him. “Warm me up, Baby,” she begged as Jackson’s put his arm around her waist. “Oh, yes, that’s so much better,” she said as she felt his body against her back.
Jackson had never felt anything as soft and sensuous, besides his sister, in his life. His mother’s body felt so good to him through the flannel nightgown. He knew that his cock was already reacting to it, but he had no control over it.
Jackson had chosen to sleep only in underwear since he was small. He felt like pajamas or a shirt restricted him to the point that he couldn’t relax and go to sleep. It was frigid in his grandfather’s house, however, and he was very happy to be able to snuggle up with his mother. As sexy as she was, his first concern was getting warm. Her nightgown was incredibly soft and the warmth of her body was very comforting. In no time, much to his surprise, he was growing drowsy. He couldn’t remember anything being as warm and comfortable as his mother’s body against his own bare skin.
Shana loved the feel of Jackson’s arm draped around her waist and his young body pressed up against her back. She could feel his cock against her bottom, but could tell that he was not fully aroused. Still, it felt quite large. She longed to see it, to handle it, maybe even more. Her nipples were swollen with excitement because of the nearness of her sexy young son. How would it feel for him to play with them? How would it feel for him to suck them like he, along with his twin sister, had some 18 years previously? The thought of revealing her body to him and allowing him access to her mature, yet still firm and sexy, breasts made her pussy tingle and she realized that she was getting wet.
She was accustomed to having sex any time she wanted it, and she wanted it now. Her husband always fulfilled her needs and she knew that she was indeed fortunate to have married such a perfect specimen of virile manhood, but her son was cut from the same mold and, she realized, was probably even more virile than Tom. She imagined that Jackson could fuck her all day, giving her as many orgasms as she wanted. Of course that could not happen, but she saw absolutely no reason to abstain from fantasizing. She allowed, and encouraged, her husband to fantasize – and of course his chief fantasy was their daughter – and she had fantasized about her father from the time she was a girl, and now fantasized about Jackson often. She had, of course, brought her fantasy with her dad to fruition, but knew that she certainly could not do the same with her son.
Unable to sleep, her mind drifted to what Tom and Jennifer might be doing. She, like Tom, assumed that Jennifer was a virgin. She saw nothing to indicate otherwise. She knew that her daughter loved to tease her father, showing off her ripe young body – much as she had done with her own father years before. Shana understood that. If Jennifer was anything like her, teasing her father was a way to get herself worked up – fodder for a delicious masturbation session later. It had worked for Shana and she assumed it was working for Jennifer. She saw no harm in it as long as lines were not crossed. She didn’t care how much Tom looked at and lusted for Jennifer, as long as he gave her, Shana, the benefit of his lust, later. She knew that Jennifer was so sexy that it would be impossible for Tom to ignore. If she had not given Tom permission, he would have just lied to her, she thought. She wanted him to be able to share his thoughts with her. He had, thus far. It was a huge turn on for both of them when they roleplayed “dad-daughter” in bed. Tom didn’t realize that when she called him “Daddy” that she was thinking of her own father.
Jackson’s breathing changed as he fell into a light snore. His hand moved upward and grasped one of his mother’s breasts. Shana thought at first that he might be faking sleep, but she didn’t move his hand and in a couple of minutes was assured that he was, indeed, asleep. He wasn’t groping her, but his hand was squarely on one of her breasts. Shana saw no harm and, besides, she liked the feel of her son’s hand on her tit. Then she realized that his cock seemed harder than it had earlier. Maybe not fully erect, but certainly not flaccid. She pushed her bottom back toward him to better gauge the status of his erection.
Shana felt that she just had to change positions. She had lain the same way too long and her arm felt like it was going to sleep. They were both laying on their left sides. She managed to roll back toward Jackson a bit, now halfway on her back. It wasn’t very comfortable, but she was no longer laying on her left arm. As she moved, his hand grasped the breast on which it had been laying. Her nipple and a large part of her breast was enveloped in his hand. It felt wonderful even though he wasn’t moving his hand at all. She could better feel, now, that he seemed to be even more erect. It really felt big and hard, but she assumed that he just needed to pee. She hoped he wouldn’t wake up any time soon because she was loving being in this close proximity with his hot young body, even if it was physically somewhat uncomfortable.
Jackson suddenly rolled over away from her, laying now on his right side. Shana, unwilling to give up the delicious intimacy of being pressed against her son, rolled over on her right side as well, and draped her arm around him. This was much more comfortable. She wondered if his cock was still swollen since he was no longer pressed against her bottom. He seemed to be sound asleep so she moved her hand downward toward his crotch. She placed her hand on his stomach, right above his underwear, testing to see if he would awaken. Satisfied that he was still very much asleep, she reached downward and rested her hand on his crotch. ‘Oh my word!’ she thought. ‘He’s nearly as big as his dad!’ She could feel her pussy secrete lubrication as a bolt of pure lust coursed through her body. She wanted him and she needed him. She knew that she couldn’t have him, but she couldn’t stop thinking about how good it would be.
Jackson shifted again and she quickly pulled her hand back. He was now laying on his back with Shana on her right side, their bodies touching. Her right breast was now mashed against his chest. He continued to lightly snore. She had very easy access to his crotch now and she moved her left hand to lay it lightly on his erection. It was fully erect – that was for sure. It was, as she had heard her father say many times, ‘as hard as a hoe handle’. She imagined how good it would be to lay back and let him fuck her any way he wanted it. Gentle and loving or hard and violent. It was all good to her.
In her reverie she didn’t realize that he had stopped snoring. She had her hand laying lightly on his cock and was having every kind of fantasy of what she would like to do with it. She would love to suck it! Or just play with it! And, of course, she was dying to fill her hot cunt with his thick, teen meat.
Jackson, as he awakened, thought he was dreaming. His mother’s hand was on his cock! Obviously she was asleep and thought she was in bed with Dad. What to do? He really needed to pee, but should he just gingerly move her hand and go to the bathroom, or what? He reached down to do just that.
As he grasped her hand, Shana gasped. She was shocked that he was awake. How embarrassing! “Sorry,” she whispered, not knowing what else to say.
“Mom, what are you doing?” he asked, incredulously. He hadn’t moved her hand, but now she moved it of her own accord.
“I… I just woke up and…I’m so sorry!” She was completely flustered and didn’t know what to say. She sat up.
“It’s okay,” he said as he put his arms around his mother and pulled her down to rest her head on the pillow beside him. He kissed her forehead. “I really need to pee. Keep my place warm,” he whispered.
Shana was completely embarrassed but she was very turned on and was extremely disappointed that her brief feel of her son’s impressive organ was at an end. She just hoped that he couldn’t detect how turned on she was. He could probably smell her, she thought. She assumed he wouldn’t be familiar with the smell of an extremely sexually aroused woman, however.
Jackson was soon back, shivering with cold. He immediately put his cold feet on his mother. Laughing, he said, “your turn!” She pushed his feet away from her with her own feet. Jackson grabbed both of her arms and held them, pushing his cold feet against her legs.
“Stop, please,” she whispered, giggling. “Don’t wake your grandfather!” She got an arm free and pushed herself up and on top of him so that he couldn’t put his cold feet on her. She straddled him and pinned his arms to the bed, though she knew that he was way stronger than she. Still, he allowed himself to be pinned. She could feel his muscular body underneath her. She lay prone on him, her breasts mashing into his chest, her cheek against his cheek. “I win!” she exulted as her body memorized the feel of his hard, young body underneath her.
Jackson spread his legs, allowing his mother to lay between his legs, her chest on his chest, her body pressed against his. He could feel his mother’s huge breasts pressed into him. She felt so soft and warm and wonderful. He hoped that she wouldn’t be in a hurry to move, even though he could feel his cock hardening again. In this position there would be no possible way for her not to know that he was getting an erection. But what would she expect? Her warm, sexy body was pressed against him. He was a teenager. His cock got hard if the wind blew. Surely she knew that.
Shana couldn’t think of an excuse to lay in this position any longer. She wished that he would put his arms around her or, better yet, put his hands on her bottom and press her against his obviously growing young cock. She reflected that only her flannel nightgown and his briefs separated them. If those garments magically disappeared, his cock could slide right into her saturated and needy pussy. She placed her hands on the bed and pushed herself up, looking into his face, though it was too dark to seem him very well.
She moved as if to get off of him when he put a hand on her shoulder. “This is comfortable. Don’t go yet,” he whispered, not knowing what to say, but willing to say almost anything to keep his sexy mother in this position.
She lay back down, snuggling her nose into his neck. “Jackson, what are we doing?” she said, almost inaudibly.
Jackson knew that his cock was almost fully erect again. His mother was laying with her legs straight down. His erection was between her thighs, but he knew that the head must be almost perfectly against her pussy. He felt pre-cum leak out and, without thinking, placed his hand on his mother’s ass. He knew this was crossing the line and that his mother would put an end to this, but he also knew that he would remember how this felt for years.
Shana started giggling. She tried to stifle it, but couldn’t.
“What, Mom? What is funny?”
She snorted. “Shhh! We will wake your grandfather… I thought all the firewood was in the den,” she whispered and giggled again.
“What are you talking about?” he asked, trying to stay as quiet as he could.
“I think you brought a stick of firewood in here and I’m lying on it,” she said, as she reached between them and grasped his cock. “Does this thing stay hard all the time?” She giggled again. Making a joke of it was a good way to extricate them from an embarrassing situation.
“I can’t help it! But it’s not gonna go down if you keep fondling it!” he gasped.
Shana reached for the bedside lamp. “I’ve got to go check on Bill. I’ll be right back,” she said, smiling brightly at him. Jackson noticed that she had a wet spot on the back of her gown. He was pretty sure he knew what that meant. Jennifer sometimes had a wet spot on her clothing at the exact spot when they had been playing with each other.
Shana was back within a couple of minutes and, to Jackson’s surprise, she closed the door to the room. “I think I can still hear his bell if he rings it, but maybe our talking won’t wake him,” she explained.
To his utter shock, his mother reached under the covers and grasped his cock again. “Still?” she gasped, mockingly. She threw the covers back and tugged at his boxers. Jackson was aghast, but eagerly moved his hips so that she could slide them off of him. “Oh honey,” she said. “It is beautiful. Please don’t hate your Mommy for this…” she bent over and kissed his cock, then grasped it and began to lick the head. She had crossed the line and there was no going back. She had to at least suck on this monstrous young cock. She would think about consequences tomorrow.
“Oh, Mom, oh Mom… you’re going to make me cum!”
Shana stopped. She knew she was totally in control of this situation. If she decided to fuck him, they would fuck. He couldn’t resist. If she only gave him a blow job, he wasn’t going to complain about that either. But she wanted him to enjoy the experience. She remembered when Jackson had spied on her and knew that he loved her body. She kneeled on the bed, grasped the hem of her nightgown, and slowly lifted it up her body and over her head. She tucked it under the covers so it wouldn’t be so cold when she put it back on, and watched his face as his eyes roamed over her almost naked body. She wore nothing but a pair of black bikini panties. Her breasts were on full display.
“You’re so beautiful,” he croaked. Then, as she bent to continue sucking his massively swollen, wet cock, he sat up, grasped her shoulder and flipped her on her back. He lay on his side and began to kiss her tummy as his hands grasped both of her massive breasts. She moaned in abject pleasure. He reluctantly released one of her magnificent orbs and pulled at the elastic waistband of her panties.
“Baby, don’t take my panties off!” she groaned as he pulled them down her thighs, then her calves, then dropped them in the floor. His mother lay completely naked before his worshipful eyes. “Jackie, we can’t. We have to stop,” she groaned as he kissed the inside of her thighs. “No, stop! This is a mistake. We have to stop,” she gasped, wantonly spreading her legs wide when he kissed near her pussy.
Jackson, his colossal cock throbbing between his legs, placed his shoulders behind his mother’s thighs, pushing her knees toward her magnificent breasts. This was the position in which he loved to eat his sister. She certainly had never complained and he didn’t think his sexy mother would either. He licked her pussy from the very bottom all the way to her swollen clit. Shana put the sheet in her mouth and bit down to keep from yelling with ecstasy. After expertly licking her clit, he took it in his mouth and suckled it, just the way his sister had taught him was the most pleasurable. His mother first bucked her pubis toward his face, then grabbed his hair and pushed his head deeper into her wetly flowing pussy, and as his sister was wont to do, closed her strong thighs on his head as she continued to fuck at his face. He could hear her muffled cries of pleasure even though he could hardly get a breath. He sensed her impending orgasm and then was doused with her feminine juices when her climax overwhelmed her. He breathed deeply, loving the feminine aroma of his mother. It reminded him of his sexy sister’s aroma when she was hot and ready for sex – which was quite often.
Jackson continued to tongue fuck her cunt until she pushed him away. She then, as his sister often did, turned her back and got in a fetal position. He knew that he had done a good job, but he certainly wasn’t through with her. He cuddled up to her back and pulled the covers over them, his tumescent cock pressed against her bottom. She reached behind and rubbed his prodigious juices all over his cock, then began to shuck it. He stopped her, not wanting to cum from just a hand job.
In a short while, she flipped over on her back. “Oh, baby, that was good!” she moaned. Her breasts were perfectly round, like his sister’s and maybe a cup size larger. They hardly had any sag, despite her age and their size. He grasped them both and began to lick at one nipple, then the other, eliciting groans of pleasure from his mother. “Oh, baby, Jackson, my baby… oh suck your mother’s breasts!”
Jackson manipulated her gorgeous, mouth-watering breasts as he sucked and bit and licked them. His many times with his sister had taught him exactly how to give his mother the maximum pleasure. From her groans and movements he knew that he was doing it right. He was very glad that he could give his sexy mother so much pleasure.
Shana eventually stopped him. She wanted to fuck him so badly. Her pussy was hungry for him. She was torn between the desire to take his teen cum-load in her mouth or, the ultimate, fucking her well-hung son. She knew that he wouldn’t last ten seconds in her voracious pussy, though. She could prolong his pleasure more if she did it with her mouth.
She got on all fours and pulled him down, so that he was lying flat on his back. She grasped his incredibly hard, throbbing phallus and gazed at it. It was, indeed, a work of art. It wasn’t as big as his father’s, but it was larger than her own father’s and, she knew, it was far larger than average. The shaft was thick, with red-purple veins crisscrossing. The head was as big as a large strawberry. Even though his shaft was thick and had an impressive circumference, the head was ever so much bigger. She remembered that, when she and Tom married and first had sex, the head stretching her was very painful for quite a while, but once she got acclimated to it, she loved the feeling of how it would stretch her small cuntal mouth and, once it popped in, his delicious, long, thick shaft would follow. Her son’s cock was so similar and she longed to experience that same thing with him.
She hefted his nuts. They were massive. She knew that they held a huge load of her son’s sperm and she also knew that she would be tasting that load in a very short while. She had always been very turned on by the sight of balls. She had often marveled at the size of the stallions’ nuts – and their cocks, of course – when she was growing up on this very ranch. They were so masculine! So virile! She kissed them lightly, then ran her wet tongue all over his massive ball sack. She sucked between his nuts and massaged behind them as she did so. Jackson was groaning and moving his crotch toward her face.
It was time to show him what Mommy could do for him. She wasn’t sure if he had ever had sex, but she was very confident that he had never encountered anyone who had approached the science of blowjobs in the way she had. She had researched techniques. She had tried any number of things for her husband and had trained herself to take him into her throat – though she couldn’t take all of it, and thought it a near impossibility. She intended to demonstrate her considerable skills to her son. This might be the only time they ever did this – it should be – but he would never, ever forget this experience and, she predicted, no woman would ever be able to do for him what she was about to do.
Shana positioned herself on her knees between his legs and encircled his cock at the base with her thumb and forefinger. She held him perpendicular to his body and leaned forward, opening her mouth wide. She looked into his eyes as she began to feed his thick fuck meat into her mouth. She saw his chest heave as he moaned as she took him deeper. She went down on him until the head was at the very top of her throat. She paused to swirl her wet tongue around his cock and lightly suck at it.
She pulled her head back, continuing to hold him in the same position. His entire cock was now wet with his mother’s saliva. “Are you about to cum, honey?”
Jackson nodded, unable to even say a word. She took her hand away from his cock, not touching it. “Tell me when you’re under control again, honey,” she said soothingly.
Jackson closed his eyes for a minute or so, then opened them and, looking at his mother, said, “I’m okay.”
She grasped him in the same way again and, seeing a bubble of clear fluid rolling down his angry, purple, cock-head, she licked it off and held it in her mouth, savoring the flavor of her own son’s pre-seminal emission. He was delicious! She moved her mouth over the head and, once again began to take him in her mouth. She went down, down, down, down… now into her throat, her gag reflex totally muted, as it usually was when she was extremely turned on… deep, deep, deep, oh so fucking deep… until she reached her limit. She gauged that he still had over an inch that she could not swallow. She couldn’t breathe and felt faint from lack of oxygen, but it made her feel euphoric. She loved this. She loved the feeling of having a cock (of course it had always been Tom’s until now) in her throat. She had orgasmed many times from this feeling. She felt her cunt muscles clasping as her body shook with her climax. She thought it was even better when she was deprived of oxygen because of her well-hung son’s cock imbedded in her throat.
Jackson’s cock throbbed and Shana knew that signaled that he was about to cum. She quickly pulled back so that his load would go in her mouth, not wishing to become strangled on what she knew would be a massive load.
“Cumming!” he gasped, trying not to cry out. Massive gobs of his delicious boy-cream began to gush into her mouth. She began to stroke his wet cock, urging him to give her every precious drop. She knew that he would have a much bigger load than her husband, but really hadn’t imagined how much of the scrumptious, warm cream that he could produce. She took as much as she could in her mouth, then pulled her head back and allowed great gobs to jet onto her face and breasts. She quickly swallowed her mouthful of boy-jizz and began to take more in her mouth and then to lick at the overflow as his orgasm, at long last, abated. She lifted her breasts and licked as much as she could from them, then wiped her face with her fingers and sucked the delicious sperm into her cum-thirsty mouth.
“Oh baby, that’s the biggest load I’ve ever seen!” she said. Jackson was laid back on the bed, his eyes closed. “Um, I hate to ask this, but was it good?”
Jackson opened his eyes. “Oh Mom…whew! Dad is the luckiest man on earth!”
Shana laughed and began pulling her clothes back on. She hadn’t noticed the cold while she was engaged in their incestuous act, but now she was freezing. “I’m pretty lucky, too, Jackson,” she said as she crawled under the covers with her naked son.
Jackson didn’t bother to get up and find his underwear. He cuddled his mother and was on the verge of falling asleep when they heard Bill ringing his bell. Shana jumped up to see what he needed. Jackson fell asleep.
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