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The Sisters 
by IM Luck (address withheld)

***

D H Lawrence wanted to write a big novel by the title 
‘The Sisters’. He changed his idea due to harsh censors 
and wrote two separate novels, ‘Rainbow’ (1915) and 
‘Women in Love’ (1920). Here you are given a chance to 
see what he might have written if given a chance to 
write another sequel. (FFb, ped, inc, oral, anal)

***

CHAPTER ONE
===========

The sisters were meeting after a break of six years. 
One of them was recently widowed.

"Jessica darling."

"Jacky!"

The sisters squealed and flung their arms around each 
other and turned a circle just inside the doorway. Then 
they straight-armed each other and beamed and looked 
each other up and down happily.

"Six years, Jacky!"

"I know. Too long, Jessica, too long! Christ, I thought 
I'd never get back home. All the red tape! God, you 
wouldn't believe it!"

Jessica looked at her sister closely. It was like 
looking into a mirror still. Except for the hair. 
Jacky's was long. She still had a deep tan, too, 
although Jessica had been working on hers.

"Are you all right, Jacky?" she asked.

Jacky shrugged. "Me? Sure. I'm a hard nut. You know 
that. You were the softie between us." She detached 
herself and nosed her way toward the kitchen. "I need a 
drink. It's a long way from Venezuela to here."

"Sure, Jacky," Jessica said, hurrying ahead. She was 
dimly aware of hopping for Jacky already. Just like old 
times.

Jacky lounged in a chair and sipped her drink and 
sighed. "It's good to be back home," she said finally, 
her voice soft. "I don't know how I ever let Stan talk 
me into going to Venezuela."

"It's where the oil is, I guess. Gil was just wondering 
this morning why he spent a month at a time out on the 
rig."

"Yeah. A couple of crazy bastards! Our husbands Stan 
and Gil! And we suffer for it."

"I wish we could have been there when Stan... died." 

Jacky looked at her sister. She smiled wanly. "You can 
say it, honey. He's been dead eight weeks now. It was 
hard at first. But he's gone and I'm alive, and you 
keep on."

"We just couldn't afford to go."

"I know. It doesn't matter." She took another sip and 
straightened up slightly. "Well, how are you and Gil 
doing? Really doing, I mean, Jessica."

"Oh -- you know."

Jacky laughed. "Still don't know how to handle that big 
fucker, do you! When are you going to learn, twin 
sister?"

Jessica laughed with her. "Maybe I need some help," she 
said.

The smile slid from her face. She didn't know what had 
made her say a thing like that. Jacky looked at her 
curiously, sipping at her drink, watching Jessica over 
the rim of the glass.

She was never certain how she should feel about Gil's 
being gone a month at a time, stuck all that way out 
into the Gulf on an oil rig. She got lonely for him. 
But her sore cunt got a rest while he was gone, too. 

"And how's your son Shaun these days? He must have 
grown some since the last time I saw him, huh?"

"And how," Jessica said. She couldn't help a little 
shiver.

"Oh?" Jacky grinned. "Like that, is it? Got his papa's 
prick? Jessica, you little devil, I didn't think you'd 
ever have it in you!"

Jessica flushed all over. "Now, just what do you mean 
by that?"

"You know what I mean, honey," Jacky said, thrusting up 
with her hips in a vulgar bump. "I mean, what the hell? 
With Gil gone a month at a time... no muss, no fuss, no 
sticky entanglements of the kind I had too many of... 
makes me wish I'd had Stan punch a boy kid into me a 
long time ago."

"Jacky!"

Jacky tipped her head back and laughed with a rich, 
throaty sound. Her eyes sparkled, just the way they 
always had. She sat in the chair and began to ooze that 
sultry come-fuck-me manner she always had.

"Tell me, Jessica," she said intimately. "You can tell 
your twin sister. Has he got Gil's big fat prick?"

"What do you know about Gil's big prick?" Jessica cried 
defensively, the old doubts coursing through her again.

"Why, honey -- you've told me about it often enough, 
don't you remember?"

"You tell me, Jacky," Jessica said cleverly. "Have you 
ever let Gil fuck that big prick into you?"

Jacky sat forward. They looked into each other's eyes. 
It was like the game from years ago.

"You tell me, and I'll tell you," Jacky said.

"You have fucked Shaun!" Jacky cried with delight.

Jessica flushed wildly. "I mean no, I hadn't!"

"Well, I haven't let your husband jab his big fat prick 
into my pussy, either."

Jessica looked at the smile toying at the corners of 
her sister's mouth. This was always a game of honesty 
between them, no matter how much it had hurt to tell 
the truth.

But six years had gone by. They were both grown women 
now, not children playing a game. The rules could have 
changed. Jessica wasn't quite sure. Knowing how Gil and 
Jacky both were, she would never be quite sure.

"Tell me, then," Jacky said, sitting back again. "How 
do you know Shaun has a big prick? Have you been 
peeking at him? Watch him jack off? See him fuck his 
girl there on the couch one night? How? Oooo, you've 
got to tell me!"

She shivered all over with a sexual tingle, and Gil's 
words passed through Jessica's mind -- how horny Jacky 
must be after eight weeks without Stan to fuck her.

"I..." Jessica shrugged, looking away, letting out a 
little shiver of her own. She looked directly back. 
"Jacky, damn you, you haven't changed one little bit! 
All you ever talked or thought about was sex, and 
you're still doing it!"

"What else is there, honey?" Jacky laughed. "You just 
wait until you have to go without it and see how wide-
ranging your thoughts become."

"You've never gone without a cock up your pussy for 
more than a week in your life, and you know it."

Jacky finished her drink. She sighed. She put the glass 
carefully on the little table beside the chair, and she 
looked at a spot somewhere near the floor and spoke 
softly.

"You're not going to believe this, Jessica. But, since 
Stan... I don't know. Something's different. I can't 
put my finger on it yet, but something's different."

Jessica looked at her sister and didn't know what to 
say. She was telling the truth. Yet, it was nearly too 
much to believe.

"You mean -- you've gone for eight weeks without..." 
Jacky grinned wryly and looked up. "No. Not for eight 
weeks. Hell, I'm not that kind of masochist. But it's 
different. I don't feel right with just a prick fucking 
up into my cunt. Oh, I get hot and I come and squeal 
and carry on the way I always did. But afterwards, it 
just... I keep remembering Stan..."

She put her hand to her face. Jessica really didn't 
know what to do or say now. This was totally unlike 
Jacky. She tried to imagine what it would be like if 
Gil were killed out on the job the way Stan had been, 
and a shiver of loneliness swept over her.

She got up and went to her sister. She cradled Jacky's 
head against her lap and smoothed her hand over the 
brown hair, seeing the sun-bleached highlights in it.

Jacky tossed her head up and smiled wryly. "Mother 
Jessica," she said. "You haven't changed either, honey. 
I'm glad. I'd thought maybe things would be different 
between us after six years. I was frightened by the 
thought. I'm glad they aren't."

"Me too, Jacky," Jessica said.

She looked down at her sister's face. God, it was like 
looking into a mirror! Only it was a hot mirror. An 
oozing, sultry, come-fuck-me mirror.

"Jacky..." Jessica whispered.

Jacky licked her lips. She opened her mouth. She 
started to say it, and then her 16-years old son Shaun 
came into the house from school, letting the screen 
door bang shut, startling the sisters. He appeared 
around the corner and stopped dead still, looking at 
them.

"Aunt Jacky!" he cried happily, his face lighting up.

Jessica didn't look at him. For some reason, she 
watched her sister's face as Jacky turned her head to 
greet her nephew.

"Shaun! My God -- look at you! A man! Jessica, you 
devil, you didn't tell me! You didn't really prepare 
me!"

Jacky sprang from the chair and ran into Shaun's arms. 
Jessica watched them with a funny feeling. It was like 
watching herself hug her son, only with the difference 
that Jacky could put into the act.

Her firm tits mashed against Shaun's chest. Her lips 
parted as she tipped her face up and drew Shaun's head 
down. The kiss was long and hot and far too passionate. 
It made Jessica squirm. 

"Mmmmm, what a man!" Jacky cried, tearing her mouth 
away from his finally. She continued hugging up against 
him, rolling her tits over his chest, cupping his 
thighs with hers, probably trying to get a feel of the 
size of his prick the way she was so skilled at doing.

"Gosh, I can't believe it, Mom!" Shaun choked, trying 
to act normally in spite of the wealth of womanly flesh 
pressing and rolling sensually against his virginal 
body. "You look exactly alike!"

"How am I going to tell you apart?"

Jacky gave Jessica a funny look, a teasing look. "Why 
would you need to tell us apart, darling?" site said.

"Jacky..." Jessica began.

"Your mother and I used to fool people all the time, 
hasn't she ever told you? We used to make a game of it, 
and it was a riot."

"Jacky..."

"All I'd have to do is lose a little more of my tan and 
cut my hair shorter, and -- and you wouldn't know your 
mother from your Aunt Jacky! What would you think of 
that, Shaun?" she smiled broadly, turning back to him, 
making her tit press obviously into his arm.

"I-I..." Shaun stammered, licking his lips. He looked 
from his aunt to his mother. Jessica couldn't help 
looking at his crotch.

The checked jeans were pulled tightly over his prick 
and balls. She nearly stared. God -- oh, God! Was he 
getting a hard-on?

Her mouth fell open. She looked from her son to her 
twin sister and felt tingles shoot all through her body 
and make her cunt twitch.

It was already happening. It was already getting out of 
control, just the way she'd been afraid it would. Only 
it wasn't Gil she was going to have to worry about.

It was her son.


CHAPTER TWO
===========

Jacky opened the bathroom door, and steam from the 
shower billowed into the bedroom behind her. She had a 
fluffy yellow towel wrapped around her succulent body. 
Her skin was scrubbed and healthy-looking, and Jessica 
was pleased with how beautiful she looked. It meant 
that she looked just as beautiful herself.

"Mmmmm, that felt delicious," Jacky said, rubbing her 
body with the towel.

She cupped her tits with it, drying the undersides of 
the firm cones. Her nipples were distended and full. 
She patted the towel around her waist and the sides of 
her hips and wiped the glistening droplets from her 
full, tight ass-cheeks.

Jessica lay in the big bed and watched her sister. She 
squeezed her thighs together under the sheet and tried 
to still the tingling in her cunt.

Memory flooded through her. She felt oddly in the past 
right now, watching Jacky getting ready to come to bed 
with her. And then her time sense would jump to the 
present again, and she would realize they weren't 
children any more, sleeping in the double bed upstairs 
in the old house.

This was Gil's bed. Hers and Gil's, not hers and 
Jacky's. She wondered if Gil got as much pleasure from 
watching her dry herself after a shower.

"You still sleep in a nightie, huh?" Jacky smiled.

"And you still sleep naked?"

"It's the only way, honey."

She flipped the towel to the side and stood before 
Jessica in all her scrubbed, preserved beauty. Jessica 
stared at her sister's pussy. She couldn't help it. The 
brown triangle of pubic hair was missing, and there 
were only puffy, soft, sweet-looking cunt-lips.

"Like it?" Jacky smiled, parting her thighs, canting 
her pelvis forward, putting her hands saucily on her 
hips.

"Jacky, I..." Jessica stammered. She squeezed her 
thighs together tightly under the sheet, but the 
tingling in her cunt only became worse.

"You should shave your cunt too, honey. You'd be amazed 
what it does to men. They want to eat it and eat it and 
lick their tongues all over the hairless lips."

"They-they do?" Jessica gasped.

Jacky laughed throatily. "Honey, any time you get tired 
of getting Gil's big cock fucked up your hole, just 
shave. You'll see what I mean."

Jacky moved one hand from her hip. She smoothed it over 
her flat tummy and stroked slowly down her abdomen, 
fingers extended, toward the top of her puffy cunt 
mound.

"Look, Jessica," she said huskily. "Watch. Tell me if 
it doesn't make you want to lick and suck my pussy 
yourself."

Jessica stared. She couldn't help it. The sight was 
terribly erotic. The tips of Jacky's fingers traced 
over the swollen cunt-lips, indenting the puffy flesh.

They separated the bloated flaps slightly, and there 
was a moist suck as pink tissues appeared inside the 
satiny cleft. Jacky squatted slightly, parting her 
thighs more, making her pussy-lips spread wider and her 
silken hole come into view between the bald petals.

The tip of her finger traced up the oiled, glistening 
gap and reached her clit. With no hair to hide it, 
Jessica could see the tented fold and the straining 
little nub peeping from under it as her sister's finger 
gave it a twirl. She gasped and let out a soft moan and 
half closed her eyes.

"Jacky..." Jessica breathed.

The memories were stronger now. It was just as if 
they'd never been separated, never gotten married and 
gone apart to lead their own lives.

"Mmmm, Jessica," Jacky sighed, rolling her finger 
around the tip of her clit again and again.

The circle widened. Her pussy hole began to leak 
slippery, warm, glistening juice. Jessica stared 
breathlessly and watched the puffy cunt-lips bloat and 
separate even more.

"Jacky, don't do that," she whispered.

"I want to, honey. It feels good. Do it to yourself and 
see if it doesn't feel good."

"Jacky, stop. We're not kids any more."

"Oh, you remember," Jacky sighed, tipping her head back 
slightly, her eyes hooding even more. There was a soft 
smile on her lips, an expression of growing bliss. "I 
was hoping you hadn't forgotten, honey. That would be 
an insult to forget. They were good times we had, 
weren't they?"

Jessica gasped. She tore her eyes from the sight of her 
sister's masturbating finger, her bald pussy, the red, 
swollen, wet, slippery tissues of her cunt mouth.

She remembered. She would never forget the way Jacky 
had been, starting at thirteen, when she had first 
discovered the tingles and joys of sex.

As in everything between them, Jacky had been the boss, 
the leader, the one who said what happened. And Jessica 
had been the hesitant one, the frightened one, trying 
to stop her sister from wild acts.

It had been like a drug back then -- the sights, the 
soft moans, the excited tingles that demanded even 
more. She'd watched Jacky masturbate to orgasm night 
after night, until her own body was screaming for the 
chance to experience the convulsions and the bloated 
flesh and the slippery, musky oils seeping from her 
virginal cunt hole.

"Remember the first time, Jessica?" Jacky moaned 
softly, her finger swirling and circling over her 
stiff, throbbing clit.

She moaned and shivered and cupped her crotch firmly, 
shaking it. She tossed the covers back on her side of 
the bed and spun onto her back next to Jessica.

Her legs parted widely, one of them lifting and coming 
over Jessica's. Even through the sheet, the touch of it 
was burning hot.

Jessica gasped and stared again. She could see the 
sharp tilt of her sister's firm tits, thrusting up from 
her chest. She could see the heave and pulse of her 
flat stomach, the soft rounding of her hairless cunt 
mound down into the cupping palm of her hand.

"Ohhhh, God, do you remember, Jessica?" she moaned 
again.

Her hips lifted and circled. Her pelvis canted up, and 
she fitted her wet, silky cunt more tightly into her 
hand. Then she began shaking her hand up and down over 
her pussy in earnest, and there was no doubt in 
Jessica's mind that her sister was going to masturbate 
all the way, right there beside her.

"I remember, Jacky," she whispered heatedly.

She wished her body wouldn't tingle so. It shouldn't 
tingle. She shouldn't be getting hot. She'd come and 
come, last night with Gil and this morning with 
thoughts of Shaun. Now she was getting hot over the 
sight of her sister's heaving, sucking cunt.

"You didn't have the nerve to fuck it yourself, 
remember? You were afraid. You thought it was dirty. I 
had to do it for you. Remember, Jessica? Remember how 
it felt when you came for me for the first time?"

"Y-Yes, Jacky," she gulped.

It was happening. She was going right back to that 
psychological state. She was growing weaker and weaker. 
She knew she should assert herself and tell Jacky to 
stop or get out and sleep in the empty bedroom.

She opened her mouth to do it. Nothing came out. Her 
pulse raced, and her heart pounded violently. She 
crossed her thighs high up and squeezed them together 
until her cunt-lips were flattened against each other 
and juice spurted from between them and smeared over 
her satiny flesh.

"Ohhhh, Jacky -- stop! Stop!" she gasped.

The sound was weak and unconvincing. Jacky didn't stop. 
She groaned heatedly and fucked two fingers up her cunt 
hole and rolled her clit with her thumb.

The sounds coming from her cunt mouth were 
unbelievable. It sounded as if she were sloshing her 
laundry around in her wet cunt.

Her arms squeezed in at the sides of her tits and made 
the mounds thrust upward and jiggle. The nipples 
stretched far from the tips of the white cones and 
throbbed like ruby beacons, begging to be sucked.

Jessica stared at them and shivered all over with a 
flood of memory. She had sucked those nipples before. 
She had drawn on them avidly, flipping the rubbery nubs 
with the tip of her tongue, feeling the pulse of them 
between her soft, hot ups.

She, parted her lips now. She licked them with her 
tongue. Hot breath came from her mouth. She moaned as 
she stared at Jacky's hot nipples, and she remembered 
clearly.

"Oh-h-h, don't..." she moaned pleadingly, one more 
time.

"Oh, Jessica -- I'm so hot! Don't make me stop! You 
don't know what it's like to lose your husband. I 
need... God, I need it so bad! Help me, Jessica! Finger 
my pussy! Fuck me! Suck my pussy! Ohhhh, make me come! 
You used to! We used to do it together, don't you 
remember?"

"Yes! Yes! God, I remember! But it's over, Jacky! We're 
not kids any more! And it isn't right! It was never 
right! We're two women!"

"You mean you've never done it with any girl but me?"

"No! God, no!"

Jacky turned her head. She thrust her fingers deeply 
into her pussy and left them there, making small 
circles with her hips to maintain the sliding friction 
in her cunt.

"What if I were your brother instead of your sister, 
Jessica? Would it be right then?"

Jessica gasped. "Oh, God..."

"Or your son!"

"Jacky!"

Jessica gasped until she thought she wouldn't ever get 
enough air in her lungs. Everything was going in 
circles in her mind. Even the room seemed to be 
spinning.

"Imagine I'm Shaun lying here next to you. Think of my 
big, fat, hard prick, smooth and white and virginal. 
Think of the way it would be throbbing and aching to 
fuck all the way up your wet little cunt right now! 
Think of it, Jessica!"

"Jacky, stop! God -- stop!" Jessica wailed.

"You, have thought of it," Jacky chuckled huskily. 
"Ohhhh, Jessica, you should see your face right now, 
darling! Ohhhh, God -- if I had that big cock jutting 
out of my pussy hole right now, you'd get it all, clear 
to the back of your sweet, shaking cunt!"

"Ohhhh, Jesus -- stop talking like that!"

"Let me see it," Jacky said breathily. She reached out 
and flipped the covers from Jessica's body. "Ohhhh, let 
me see how wet your cunt is right now!"

She lifted the hem of her sister's nightie and gazed 
down between her thighs. She hissed softly with in 
drawn breath and shook her fingers inside her sopping 
cunt again and again.

"God, honey -- I remember it. Ohhh, it's still a pretty 
pussy after all these years, after all the fat prick 
Gil's fucked up it again and again."

"Jacky, don't -- please, please don't..." Jessica 
whimpered, feeling all resistance seep away from her 
with each drop of cunt juice seeping from her 
sweltering hole and coating her pussy lips and pubic 
curls.

Jacky reached out slowly. Jessica watched the hand 
come. She knew what it was going to do. She remembered. 
Her breath sucked in, and her heart pounded. Her cunt 
throbbed and squirmed and sucked with involuntary 
spasms of anticipation.

Jacky's fingers brushed through the damp curls. They 
circled. They slid up and down the hollows of thigh and 
torso, teasing. Jessica's hips lifted involuntarily.

"That's the way, darling," Jacky whispered softly. 
"That's the way you used to do it. You didn't want me 
to touch, but you just couldn't resist. I'm glad it's 
still that way, Jessica. I'm glad."

Jessica groaned loudly. She tried to make words of 
protest out of the sound, but it was just a groan. She 
could feel her cunt-lips bloating to impossible 
puffiness, separating, parting, two protective petals 
swelling aside to end their protection and bare the 
juicy, red, silky hole of her pussy mouth.

Jacky watched her sister. There was a smile of 
happiness and satisfaction on her soft lips. There was 
a hooded, lustful quality to her eyes. Her own long 
hair fell silkily over her shoulder and trailed 
erotically over Jessica's thighs.

Her fingertips still teased and taunted, moving and 
caressing all about Jessica's puffed cunt mouth.

"Are you ready, darling?" she asked softly. "I'm going 
to touch your pussy now. I'm going to slide the tip of 
my finger right up into that silken, wet groove. I'm 
going to twirl the tip of your hot, straining clit. The 
magic is still in the tips of my fingers, Jessica. I'm 
going to make you come hard with them, just the way you 
used to do."

"Ohhhh..." Jessica groaned, unable to do anything but 
lie there and watch her sister watch her.

If she had felt vulnerable and shameless the first 
time, many years ago, when Jacky had done the same 
thing to her and had said the same things to make her 
unbearably hot, it was nothing to what she felt right 
now. There might have been some excuse for what they'd 
done as children. Virgins, experimenting, learning the 
sensations and discovering the exciting mysteries of 
sex.

But there wasn't any excuse like that now. She didn't 
even have the excuse of being horny. It was just Jacky 
-- just the relationship between them that was still 
there and now seemed likely to always be there.

"Here they go, Jessica," Jacky whispered, her voice hot 
and filled with urgent undertones.

Jessica gasped. A loud wailing moan escaped her lips. 
She hissed breath and snorted through her nose. Her 
whole body jumped and burst into flame.

The tip of Jacky's finger circled around Jessica's clit 
and drew closer and closer. When it touched the 
throbbing, straining nub of sizzling flesh, Jessica's 
cunt-lips flapped and spasmed wildly, and slippery, hot 
juice poured from her muscular hole.

"Oh, darling -- you still like it! Oh wonderful, 
Jessica!"

"Ahhhh!" Jessica cried. "You're going to make me come! 
Jacky, don't! Stop! We're girls! Don't make me come!"

"I'm not a girl, darling," Jacky whispered. "I'm Shaun. 
I'm your son. And here comes my big fat prick up your 
wet pussy!"

Jacky slid her fingers down the satiny, oiled slit 
between her sister's pussy-lips. She fucked all four of 
them into the hot, flapping, sucking cunt hole, pushing 
them deep.

Jessica's hips shot upward. Her pussy tipped and opened 
wide. She squeezed her eyes tightly shut, and the image 
of Shaun's big cock filled her mind.

"YAAAAGH!" she bellowed.

Her pussy sucked and spasmed wildly around the fucking 
bunch of fingers. Her muscular cunt mouth squeezed and 
shuddered around them as if they were the fattest prick 
she'd ever had up her dainty little pussy.

Shaun's prick!

"Fuck me, darling -- fuck me!" she screamed. "Fuck Mom 
hard, Shaun!"


CHAPTER THREE
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Jacky gasped as she watched her sister's body shudder 
and pulse and thrash. She wriggled her fingers inside 
the squeezing, oiled silk of Jessica's cunt hole.

Her other hand shook and jiggled over her own pussy, 
and she gasped again and yanked her hand free just in 
time. She quivered on the brink of coming with Jessica 
and used all her will to keep from having the waves of 
orgasm pulse through her hot body and ripple over her 
bald, shining twat.

"Jacky! Jacky!" Jessica cried, her eyes shocking open. 
"Oh, God -- did you hear what I said? God! I didn't 
mean it! You made me say it! Oh, damn you, you always 
made me say crazy things like that!"

"It wasn't crazy, Jessica," Jacky said quickly, 
wriggling her fingers in her cunt again. "It's what you 
want. I know it. God, I saw it within an hour after I 
came here. You know you've never been able to hide 
anything from me, Jessica."

"No-no, it's terrible! It's wrong! I don't want my son 
to fuck me! Jacky, I don't!"

Jacky looked at her sister. She smiled, sweetly and 
heatedly at the same time, in the way only she could do 
it.

"Then there's something wrong with you, Jessica, 
because I'd sure want it if he were my son and my 
husband was to be gone for a whole month at a time."

Jessica looked at her sister. Her mind fought with the 
idea. There was something just not right about wanting 
your son to fuck you. But Jacky, somehow, as always, 
made the wildest things sound right.

"Y-You would?"

"Ohhh, you bet," she moaned softly. "Look at my cunt 
right now. Look how wet and quivery it is, honey, and 
that's just from thinking about Shaun's big prick."

She stopped leaning over Jessica and went onto her back 
again, spreading her legs wide, lifting her knees, 
moving her hand from her bald twat so that Jessica 
could get a good look at it.

"You know what's the first thing I'd do, honey?"

"What?" Jessica whispered, lifting up so she could gaze 
down on the shining, slippery-looking, hairless cunt.

"I'd shave my pussy, just like this. Doesn't it look 
exciting without all that hair covering it up? Doesn't 
it look all puffy and tender and so open?"

"Yes!" Jessica gasped.

"Doesn't it look like something you'd want to put your 
face against and wallow in? Honey, look at the puffy 
lips. Think how soft they'd feel against your ups, 
against your nose and cheeks."

"Y-Yes," Jessica gasped. Her heart pounded. She was 
going to do something wild and shameless again. She 
just knew she was.

"Then do it, Jessica," Jacky said softly yet clearly.

Jessica's breath sucked in. Her eyes flicked to her 
sister's. That was a mistake. That indefinable 
something was oozing from Jacky's gaze, filling her 
with terrible, heart-pounding heat.

"Jacky..."

"Pretend you're Shaun, honey. Make believe this is your 
sweet, bald cunt down here. It is, you know. It's just 
exactly like yours, in every way. We're identical, 
Jessica. My cunt is your cunt. Come, darling -- come 
closer and put your lips against the puffy, sweet 
petals."

"Jacky, I-I've never..."

"Is that the truth, Jessica?"

"Yes! Have you?"

They looked at each other. It was another strange 
moment of absolute truth.

"Some," Jacky said. "Enough to know how. Do you want me 
to suck your pussy for you? Oh, that's a wonderful 
idea, Jessica. You be Shaun, and I'll be you. You'll 
see how much he'll want to suck your shaved cunt when 
you suck mine, and I'll show you what it will feel like 
when he does it!"

"Ohhhh, Jacky! Jacky!" Jessica gasped.

She trembled all over. She felt as if she didn't have 
any control over her emotions any more. The imagery 
Jacky made swell in her mind was unbearably shameful. 
Yet, she couldn't deny the intense excitement of it.

"Come, darling," Jacky said, reaching up gently, 
cupping the back of her sister's head. She drew Jessica 
down.

She lifted her hips and settled round ass-cheeks on the 
bed. She opened her thighs more. She shifted her hips 
again and made her red, wet cunt mouth suck open.

Jessica stared down at the silky opening. She ran her 
eyes up and down the pink, wet gap. She saw the 
thrusting, pulsing stretch of her sister's clit.

She imagined she was Shaun. She imagined what he would 
be feeling right now as he gazed into the oiled 
recesses of his mother's bald, shining cunt.

His cock had become hard just looking at her exposed 
tit. What would happen to his big, virginal prick when 
he looked at her shaved pussy like this? Her heart 
pounded. His would pound. His big prick would pound. It 
would become huge. It would pulse and throb. It would 
get bigger than Gil's. He'd want to fuck her and fuck 
her with it, and she.

"Oh-h-h, God!" she moaned quaveringly.

Her head seemed to swoop downward. Jacky didn't have to 
pull any more. Her hand left the back of Jessica's 
head. She moved her hands to her crotch and used the 
tips of her fingers to pull the puffy, wet cuntlips 
aside.

Jessica cried out and thrust her face into the watering 
maw of her sister's cunt.

She was Shaun. It was Shaun's face there. His lips on 
her wet cunt mouth. His tongue licking up and down the 
slippery gap, thrusting and fucking into the satiny, 
quivering hole.

He was doing it to her cunt, and he was loving it!

"Ahhhh, God..." Jacky groaned, shifting her hips again, 
opening her pussy wide to her sister's kissing lips and 
slithering tongue.

She released her cunt-lips. The bloated petals puffed 
back into place and wrapped around Jessica's pumping, 
slurping tongue. She lifted her hands to Jessica's head 
and moaned again.

"That's the way, Brucie!" she gasped. "Ohhhh, Mom just 
loves that, darling! Ohhh, you have a wonderful tongue! 
God, fuck me with it, darling -- fuck Mom with your 
strong, wet tongue!"

The words shot through Jessica and made her mewl with 
squeaky sounds of passion. Flavor burst through her 
senses, a strange flavor, with hints of the way Gil's 
lips tasted after he'd sucked her cunt to get it wet 
enough for his big fat prick.

Present and past and fantasy mixed into one swirling, 
glowing ball in her mind and made sensation shoot and 
throb through her body. Her cunt tunnel churned and 
pulsed, and her sweet, hot honey flowed from the walls 
and seeped past her silken cuntal ring to coat her 
fluttering twat lips.

"Ohhhh, my God!" she gasped, lifting her head for a 
draft of air.

She looked at the slick, shining, bald tenderness of 
her sister's beautiful cunt and gasped again. The meat 
was soft and silky. It glistened with the fluids from 
her mouth and from inside the hot, squirming cunt 
tunnel.

The pinkness was as erotic as anything she'd 
experienced. The sweet slit between the bloated lips 
was like a teasing curtain, begging to be parted so 
that what was inside could be viewed and licked and 
sniffed and touched.

She moaned again and dropped her face into the soft, 
warm, wet vee of thighs and pussy and curving surfaces, 
and her tongue drilled deeply into the oiled haven and 
slithered around and around.

"Ahhhh! Ohhhh, darling! Eat my cunt! God!" Jacky cried, 
bucking and thrashing under Jessica's face.

Jessica was spurred by the words. There was a moment of 
realization that she wasn't Shaun, that Jacky wasn't 
herself, that she was licking and slurping at another 
girl's cunt.

But it didn't matter any more. She was aflame again. 
Besides, Jacky wasn't just any girl. Jacky was her twin 
sister. Jacky was nearly Jessica, and sucking your own 
cunt was no worse than rubbing it with your fingers. It 
was just another form of masturbation, and Jessica had 
masturbated thousands of times.

Jacky's hands slid down her back. They reached for the 
up-thrust, round mounds of her ass-cheeks. Jacky palmed 
them and massaged them and pulled gently.

Jessica shifted around on her knees, unwilling to stop 
sucking and licking, but yielding to the pressure. She 
felt the hands make her thighs part. Fingers darted 
toward her split cunt and dabbled in the wet, hairy 
flesh.

"Ohhhh, yes! Yes!" she cried.

"Lift your leg over my face, honey!" Jacky gasped. 
"Ohhh, hurry! I'm going to suck your pussy for you!"

"Jacky! Ohhh, Jacky..."

"Not Jacky, darling -- I'm Shaun now. I'll be Shaun, 
and you be yourself, and I'll show you what it will 
feel like when you shave your sweet cunt and let him 
lick it and suck it!"

"Yes... ohhh, anything! Anything!" Jessica moaned.

God, it was like old times again. Jacky always thought 
up exciting things. She'd always had such a wild 
imagination.

Jessica lifted her leg over her sister's head. She felt 
her cunt-lips split apart eagerly. Her tunnel squirmed 
and leaked, and she knew her pussy hair was drenched 
with slippery juice.

She pretended the hair wasn't there any more, that 
she'd shaved just the way Jacky had. She lifted her 
head slightly and looked down at the exciting, slick, 
bald cunt before her again, and pretending her own was 
just as sweet, just as glistening and hairless wasn't 
difficult at all.

Jacky's fingers parted the wet bush over her face, 
exposing the red, quivering cunt meat between the lips. 
She slid her hands up around the sides of Jessica's 
hips and wrapped them around the tight globes of her 
ass.

She pulled down. She opened her mouth wide. She took 
the whole meat of her sister's cunt into her mouth and 
thrust her tongue into the wet, silky cavern of 
squirming pussy flesh.

"Eeeee!" Jessica screamed tightly. "Ahhh, Jacky!"

"Shaun!" Jacky corrected quickly, thrusting her tongue 
back into the swimming hole. She pulled on the taut 
ass-cheeks and nearly smothered herself with succulent 
flesh and dripping hair.

"Eeee, Shaun!" Jessica cried, her ass shaking wildly.

She dropped her face into the wetness of Jacky's cunt 
and ground her own down over the sucking, fucking mouth 
driving her into an absolute frenzy, not caring whose 
mouth it was.

Her tit ends rubbed against the soft satin of Jacky's 
stomach, and her nipples seemed ready to plow into it. 
The way her ass-cheeks were pulled apart made her 
asshole pulse and throb, and she remembered the way Gil 
had fucked his big cock into it last night.

She wished she had a cock in it now. She imagined Gil's 
there. Her asshole throbbed. She imagined Shaun's cock 
fucking up her ass, and her asshole churned and 
vibrated shuddering orgasm through her whole body 
again.

"Yaaaagh!" she yelled, bearing down against the fucking 
mouth surrounding her whole flapping cunt.

"Yes! Ohhh, yes, honey!" Jacky cried.

Jacky lifted her hips high. Her cunt tipped up and open 
even more, and her bald little mouth squeezed and 
sucked around Jessica's tongue, drawing the wet organ 
deeper into her body.

Her clit thrust from the naked satin of her cleft and 
was sucked by soft lips and flipping tongue, and she 
exploded violently.

Slobbering, slurping sounds filled the room. Jessica 
was dimly conscious of them. The sounds were terribly 
exciting. They were the sounds of bald, wet cunt and 
sucking mouth and spurting honey.

The orgasms went on and on. Jacky came twice, one right 
after the other. Jessica could feel her doing it. There 
was a subtle change in the way her sweet cunt mouth 
squeezed and quavered silkily mound her embedded 
tongue.

That was the way she was going to come around Shaun's 
tongue -- with her own shaven, slick, bald cunt.

"Ohhhh, Jacky -- Jacky!" she gasped finally, her 
emotions spinning away. "I'm glad you came to visit. 
I'm glad we're together again. Sisters should be 
together -- especially twin sisters. Shouldn't they, 
Jacky? Shouldn't they?"

"Yes, honey -- yes. It's good. I'm glad I came too," 
Jacky sighed, her cunt still tipping up and down with 
the last tingles of her wild orgasm. "Ohhh, that was 
good, Jessica. Very good. Did it remind you of the way 
it used to be, before we each went off and got 
married?"

"Yes," Jessica said softly. She smiled and nested 
against her sister -- like old times. "It's just as if 
nothing at all had changed between us. You still have 
that imagination of yours. You still like to play those 
sexy games."

"And you still like to play them with me when I think 
them up, don't you, honey?"

Jessica looked at her sister. There was that mirror 
again, looking back. She gazed into her own eyes and 
saw the lust oozing from them. She shivered inside and 
knew that time had changed nothing.

"Yes," she whispered finally. "I like to play them."

Jacky smiled slowly and softly. She reached out and 
cupped her hand to the side of Jessica's face. She let 
the fingers explore the line of jaw, the high arch of 
cheekbone, the soft fullness of red lips.

"I'm glad, Jessica," she said, an edge of excitement to 
her soft whisper. "I've got lots of games to play. And 
it's so good to have someone to play them with again."

Jessica looked at her. "What about the men -- all the 
men you've always..."

Jacky looked away and sighed, a long, hollow sound. 
"Men... women... it doesn't matter. It's not enough, 
Jessica. I tried to tell you. Since Stan... it's just 
not enough to fuck. There has to be caring. Stan cared. 
You care. Oh, God -- I don't know how to explain it."

Jessica looked away too. She didn't withdraw from her 
sister's embrace. She shivered slightly, because a 
thought was running through her mind, and she didn't 
know what to do with it.

Shaun cared. Even Gil would care...


CHAPTER FOUR
============

Jessica reached down between her legs and scratched 
again. She felt as if she were scratching her cunt raw. 
It itched terribly now. Just the way it had shortly 
after Shaun had been born, when the hair started 
growing back again.

She lifted the mini-dress she was wearing and pushed 
down the front of her yellow bikini panties and looked 
at her cunt. The mound was red and splotchy.

She ran her hand under her crotch, moving the 
fingertips gently over her sore cunt-lips and could 
feel the cactus-like prickle of stubble there.

Hell! Only four days, and she needed to shave again! 
She must have been out of her mind to let Jacky talk 
her into shaving off her pretty teak-gold pussy patch!

One thing was sure. Nobody was going to want to put his 
tender tongue and lips up against that prickly pair of 
cunt flaps. Gil wouldn't even want to run his big dick 
through that bramble patch.

She didn't know what to do. Walking around the house, 
even, was a form of mild torture. She didn't want to go 
through the bother of keeping herself shaved. Yet, 
Jacky would be displeased if she let it grow back 
again.

She let her panties gingerly back into place and 
glanced at herself in the mirror and sighed. Maybe 
after Gil got back and Jacky left, then God, it was 
just like old times. Jacky was running her again. Jacky 
had shaved her. This wasn't even her own mini she was 
wearing, but Jacky's.

Jacky had wanted to switch clothes with her Jessica 
didn't know who they were going to fool today with the 
old game of look-alike, so it had seemed a harmless 
thing to agree to.

Except that giving in to Jacky was never really 
harmless.

Jessica heard the kitchen doorbell ring. She looked up 
and listened again, thinking she was imagining it. She 
hadn't heard it ring in ages. Not even Shaun's friends 
came to the kitchen door any more.

She made a move to answer it, remembered that Jacky had 
gone out and probably wasn't back yet.

She went through the house. It didn't ring again, arid 
that made her curious. She looked at the old swinging 
door between the kitchen and the dining room and saw 
that it was closed, and she became even more curious.

The old door never came to rest in a closed position. 
It angled into the kitchen an inch or two and got in 
the way. It had a catching point that made it an 
annoyance to use, and Jessica had left it cocked open 
and out of the way for years.

But now somebody had swung it shut. And if Jacky wasn't 
home yet, then -- who?

Her pulse quickened suddenly, and she stopped and 
stared at the mysteriously closed door. She could see 
through the crack into the kitchen. A shadowy movement 
crossed the crack and frightened her even more. With 
Gil gone... anybody could watch the house and know that 
Gil was gone and that Shaun was still in school.

She turned her head and looked at the telephone, and 
thoughts of calling the police jumped through her mind. 
And then she heard a laugh.

A tinkling sound, oddly sensuous at the same time! 
Jacky's laugh. She was home!

Jessica started toward the door again and stopped once 
more when she heard a male voice, husky and urgent.

More puzzled than ever, she went silently to the crack 
and peered through it. She gasped with shock and lust 
at the same time.

Jacky was in the kitchen, all right. And so was a 
delivery boy from the grocery store. There was a box of 
groceries on the counter. They were right next to the 
delivery boy, who was sitting on the counter with his 
legs apart and Jacky between them and his stiff, 
throbbing prick jutting up into her sliding hand.

Jessica gasped again and felt her cunt squirm and 
twitch. She watched Jacky masturbate the boy, who was 
about nineteen. He licked his lips and leaned his head 
back against the cupboard door and stared with eyes 
that were wide and full of wonder at this stroke of 
luck.

"God, Mrs. Evans," he breathed huskily, letting out a 
moan.

"What, Jim? Do you want me to stop playing with your 
prick? Are you going to tell me that you've got to 
hurry along and make other deliveries?"

"God, no!" he gasped, staring at her braless tits. 
"It's just that -- well, it was a surprise and all to 
get your new account at the store and then... and 
now..."

"And now to find me being much more friendly than you 
thought I would be?"

"Yes!" he gasped.

"This isn't all just for your pleasure, you know, Jim."

He grinned crookedly. "What do you mean, Mrs. Evans?"

"Please, Jim -- I think you can call me Jessica, don't 
you? Considering all the deliveries you're going to be 
bringing me while my husband's gone."

"He's gone?" he gasped, lifting his hips, sliding his 
prick up into her hand again. He made a tentative reach 
for her tit and cupped it when she didn't seem to 
object.

"Gone," Jacky whispered. "For a whole month at a time. 
I'm a young woman, Jim. I need to be fucked. I can't go 
a month at a time without being fucked. You do know how 
to fuck a woman's cunt with this big strong youthful 
prick of yours, don't you?"

"You'd better believe it, Mrs. -- Jessica," he gasped.

"What else can you do with it?"

"You just name it, baby."

Jacky gave him a dark, quick look. She reached into his 
pants and cupped his balls and squeezed until he 
started gasping -- not with pleasure this time.

"Hey! Hey!" he squeaked softly, trying to back away. 
There wasn't anywhere for him to go.

"Don't call me baby," Jacky said. "Don't call me 
anything but what I tell you to. And don't try doing 
anything to me but what I tell you to, either, or we 
aren't going to get along together very well at all, 
Jim."

"Sure-sure, Jessica," he gasped tightly.

She released the pressure on his balls. His face was 
sweaty. He shook his head and let out a puff of breath 
and sagged back into a normal position again.

Jacky smiled sweetly at him and began stroking his cock 
to its former hardness. "That's much better, Jim," she 
said. She licked her soft lips and bent slowly over his 
lap, flicking her tongue from her mouth toward his 
prick.

Jessica watched it all and listened to it all. Her ears 
burned. Her heart pounded. She couldn't believe it. 
Jacky was passing herself off as Jessica Evans to him! 
And she'd even -- God, now it was clear where she'd 
gone today!

For a haircut!

Jessica stared at her sister. The mirror image was 
complete now. Anybody looking into the kitchen right 
now would believe fully that the woman opened her mouth 
for the delivery boy's prick was Jessica. It looked 
like her. She was wearing her dress. She was using her 
name.

Emotions tumbled through Jessica. Damn Jacky and her 
games! Now, every time the delivery boy came, he would 
try to fuck her!

Jessica had the urge to burst into the kitchen and put 
it all right and stop Jacky at once. But then she 
thought of what a frustrated delivery boy might say to 
anyone who would listen, as opposed to a satisfied one 
who would keep silent and not mess up a good thing.

She heard him gasp again. His fingers curled around the 
edge of the counter, and his head tipped back with 
passion.

Jessica watched her sister's full, red lips slide down 
over his thrusting prick and suck back up again, and 
her cunt throbbed with lust, despite the itching of her 
stubble of pussy hairs.

When Jacky's fingers reached into the gap of his pants 
and cupped his balls and drew them out and toyed with 
them, gently this time, Jessica reached under the short 
hem of the mini and cupped her squirming cunt.

She glued her eye to the cracked-open door and watched 
breathlessly, because it was like watching herself do 
it -- like watching a movie of herself sucking on that 
big, stiff, throbbing prick.

Jacky moaned with pleasure and sucked her mouth down 
over the hard shaft again. She twisted her head around 
the cock, made wet sounds, then screwed her compressed 
lips back up it.

"Ah! Ah!" Jim croaked. "God, what a cocksucker!"

"Mmm," Jacky moaned.

Her tongue slurped out and licked around the crimson 
head, and then she sucked the velvety, slippery glans 
back into her mouth like a big grape.

Jim twisted his hips and moved his ass on the counter. 
His knees squeezed against Jacky's sides more strongly. 
He put one hand on the back of her head until she 
brushed it away, and then he fondled both her full, 
firm tits, reaching inside the top of the blouse to get 
at them.

Jacky slipped her mouth from his cock a moment. 
"Unbutton my blouse!" she gasped. "Take my tits out, 
and I'll let you fuck them!"

"Ohhhh, you'd better hurry, Jessica! You'd better stop 
sucking my prick like that if you want me to fuck them 
and then your cunt too!"

"You mean you can't hold it?" Jacky questioned. 
"Christ! What's the matter with kids these days! When 
will they be men enough to hold their jism in their 
balls!"

"I-I can hold it, Jessica," Jim gasped, his face red 
and filled with lust. "Anyway, if I don't... well, I'm 
good for more than one! My cock won't go soft on you, I 
promise!"

Jacky pushed her chest toward him. He fumbled with her 
buttons. She finally had to undo them herself. Her tits 
spilled free, jutting forward, the nipples big and full 
and stiff.

She licked at his prick again, her tongue lapping up 
the bottom side of the shaft and twirling around the 
swollen tip. Jim bucked and groaned and pulled her 
tits, thumbing the nipples stiff and rubbery.

"Suck my tits!" Jacky moaned, standing erect.

Jim was eager. He seemed to be over the shock of the 
unexpected fuck. He cupped her tit and dipped his head 
and drew the end of it deeply between his lips, 
flicking the nipple with his darting tongue.

"Ohhhh, that's good," Jacky moaned. "That's good for a 
kid. I hope you can suck my cunt as well as you're 
sucking my tits!"

"Yes, yes!" Jim groaned.

His cock throbbed heatedly, standing stiffly between 
them. Jacky wrapped her arm around his hips. She held 
his flaming shaft with her other hand and jacked it off 
some more and pushed her tit deeper into his mouth, 
swinging her hips and ass with growing passion as she 
did.

Jessica felt the dampness soaking through her panties 
into her pussy-cupping palm. She sucked in her breath 
and thrust her hand inside her panties and hardly felt 
the itchiness any more. She slid the tip of her finger 
up and down her sensitive gap and rolled her clit to 
straining stiffness and watched for all she was worth.

Jacky turned slightly when she pushed Jim's head from 
her tits. The whole area between the thrusting cones 
was wet and shiny from his licking and mouthing.

She cupped her tits in her hands. She aimed them at 
him. She shivered slightly and lowered her chest.

"Fuck my tits with that big prick!" she gasped.

Jim angled his cock. Jacky wrapped her fleshy tits 
around the solid meat and pushed inward with her hands. 
Then she made her cones work up and down the hard cock 
while she dipped and rose slightly.

"Ahhhh!" Jim moaned. "God, that's great!"

"Haven't you ever fucked tits before?"

"No! Man, wait'll Mavis hears about this! She's got big 
soft bags, and she loves to have me suck on them and 
play with them. This'll blow her mind!"

"Look," Jacky said heatedly, glancing down.

"Watch your cock nose out between them!"

"Yeah! Man! Ohhh, Christ..." he gasped suddenly.

His face went slack. His hips bucked. His prick 
throbbed wildly between the firm cones wrapped so 
silkily around his shaft.

Jacky looked at him. "Hold it!" she cried. "Don't come 
between my tits! Jim, you hold it!"

"I -- ohhhh, I can't!"

"Don't waste it!"

"I'm coming! Christ, I'm coming! God, am I coming! 
Right between your tits! All over your chest! Yaaagh!"

His balls pumped. Jism hosed up out of the crack 
between her compressed tits. It flowed over her chest 
and neck and ran back down the slopes of her breasts. 
It clung to the rubbery, red nipples before sliding off 
them and falling into his lap in sticky wads.

"Ohhh, Christ!" he gasped again. He looked sheepish and 
a little frightened of what she would say. "I'm sorry, 
Jessica. I couldn't hold it!"

Jacky took her tits away. She looked down at the mess 
on her chest. Jessica looked at it too, glistening 
there, shiny and white and lewd. Her hand swirled over 
her cunt and made quick heat shoot through her body in 
pulses of fire.

"What a mess," Jacky said.

Her voice was strange. It was a remark of irritation, 
but she didn't look or sound irritated at all. She put 
her hands over her tits and rubbed them around.

They slid over the slippery, cum-coated surfaces. She 
massaged her tits and chest as if rubbing rich cream 
into her skin. She tipped her head back slightly and 
moaned, and Jim stared with awe, his prick as good as 
his word. It throbbed stiffly, without the slightest 
sign of wilt.

"Get down from there, Jim," she said heatedly.

He slid to the floor quickly, eager to do whatever she 
ordered him to. His prick jutted toward her. Jacky 
looked down at it. She went against him, shoving her 
wet tits against his shirt front. She lifted the hem of 
her skirt, and Jessica saw her bald cunt open.

"Fuck that hard prick up my cunt, Jim!" Jacky gasped.

She stood on her tiptoes. She wrapped her arms around 
his neck. She lifted one foot from the floor and made 
her cunt suck wide open. Jim reached around her and 
held her ass in his palms. He probed forward with his 
prick, and the wet head slid all over her naked twat 
until it snaked between her tight, puffy cuntlips and 
sank into her gaping, sucking hole.

"Oh, Christ!" he cried weakly, quivering.

"Don't you fade out on me now, damn it," Jacky warned.

"I won't! I won't!"

"Then fuck me! Fuck that big prick right up my hot cunt 
and make me come!"

"Yes! Yes!"

He jabbed forward. He pulled with his hands. His prick 
shot up her wet, slippery cunt hole, and they both 
moaned with bliss.

Jessica's finger fucked up into her own drooling pussy. 
Her thumb rolled over her clit. Jim couldn't see 
Jacky's cunt because of the way the skirt was draped 
over their fucking organs, but Jessica could see it 
clearly.

Better than that, she could nearly feel that hard prick 
up her own pussy. Watching Jacky being fucked was 
nearly like being fucked herself. She twirled her 
finger in her cunt to make the sensation even more 
real.

"Ahhhgh!" Jim cried breathily. "What a hot cunt! So 
wet! So -- God, it's alive! It's sucking my prick all 
the way up it!"

"Mmmm, nice prick-stiff and throbbing," Jacky moaned, 
rolling her hips and ass.

She pumped slowly back and forth against his middle. 
She closed her eyes and tipped her head back. She 
pushed the points of her wet, cum-slippery tits against 
his chest.

She shook her ass quickly and then made slow, grinding 
fucking motions with her hips, sucking her cunt up and 
down his stretching, thudding prick.

"Jessica, I..." Jim gasped.

Her eyes popped open. "Not again, damn it!"

"It'll stay stiff! I swear it will! God, you're the 
best, hottest fuck I've ever had, Jessica! I can't help 
it!"

"Damn kid -- be a man! Hold it!"

"Then stop sucking your pussy up and down my prick that 
way!" he whimpered. "Christ, I've never been fucked 
like that in my life! Mavis' pussy -- it's just there, 
you know? Soft and wet and hot. You pump your prick in 
and out of it. It feels good, and you come up her. But 
yours..."

"Yes? What about my pussy? Tell me what my pussy's like 
to fuck, Jim. Tell me!"

She panted shallowly. She moved her thigh up and down, 
the side of his, looking as if he were a pole she was 
trying to shinny up. Her cunt mouth sucked in and 
pushed out around his throbbing shaft, and it made 
sharp wet sounds in the glossy-walled kitchen.

"It-it's like a sucking mouth!" he gasped. "It moves! 
It squeezes and sucks in, and the whole length of it 
milks my prick like a glove of oiled silk!"

The words and images burned through Jessica's mind as 
she listened. That was something she'd never wondered 
about before -- the difference in women's cunts.

She made her own cunt do what it normally did around 
Gil's big prick. She felt it all along her finger. It 
sucked and pulled and squeezed, and it was like a 
milking hand.

Even to that detail, she and Jacky were identical!

"Here, hold still," Jacky said. "Stop pumping."

Jim gasped and stopped, puffing hard, trying his best 
to hold his boiling balls in check.

"What... ohhh, what..." he gasped.

His face went through a play of emotions. His knees 
went rubbery, and he had to lean back against the 
counter for support, before he fell over.

"There. Do you feel that? What does that feel like, 
Jim?" Jacky asked breathlessly.

She was smiling. The lust and sultriness oozed from her 
features in that way she had.

"It feels... ahhhgh, I can't stand it! I'm gonna come! 
Shit! I can't hold it when you do that to my prick!" he 
wailed.

"If you come in my cunt, you're going to have to lick 
it, Jim!" she warned. "Because that's what I want you 
to do next -- suck my pussy out, just the way you did 
my tits!" He gagged. His eyeballs rolled in his head. 
"Crap, I don't care!" he blurted. "I'm coming! God, 
you're drawing it right up outa my balls! Ah! YAAAGH!"

His pelvis tipped forward. He shoved his boiling prick 
all the way up into her cunt. He carried half her 
weight on his hips. He opened his mouth and yelled with 
a thin sound and blasted his load of cum up her cunt.

He shuddered violently, making Jacky's ass bounce in 
his pulling, kneading hands. He thrust up and forward 
so hard he skewered her body right up her middle on the 
thrusting lance of his prick.

"YAAAAGH!" he bellowed, full throated this time.

He weaved in the middle of it. He looked ready to 
collapse into a spastic heap, dragging her down with 
him. Only the propping counter saved him from crumpling 
to the floor.

Jacky wasn't making it any easier for him to retain 
control and balance. She shook and sucked at his prick 
with her trembling cunt, giving him everything.

Jessica's cunt seethed as she watched. It pulsed and 
sucked around the finger embedded in it. She shoved a 
second finger in with the first. She wriggled the two 
of them and rolled her clit again and again with her 
thumb.

Pussy juice ran from her cunt walls and flooded down 
her fingers and out and puddled in her upturned palm. 
She whimpered and braced herself against the doorway 
and kept her eye glued to the crack even as she felt 
herself coming with Jim.

There was a difference between her and Jacky. If Jim's 
prick had really been blasting into her cunt like that, 
she wouldn't have been able to hold back her own 
orgasm.

There was no way.

She squealed thinly in the back of her throat and kept 
her lips tightly compressed so that the sound wouldn't 
come out, and she shuddered violently, coming hard.

Jim gasped and sagged. His head rolled on his neck a 
moment. Then he lifted it and opened hooded eyes.

"It-it's still stiff," he gasped weakly. "I can still 
fuck, Jessica."

She looked at him. "Stiff, hell," she said.

She pulled back. Her cunt slipped from his cock. They 
both looked down at it. It bowed from the fly of his 
pants. The wet head nosed against the front of her 
skirt.

"It... it's gone limp," he said with dismay. "It's 
never done that before. I swear it hasn't, Jessica! I 
can fuck Mavis all night long, and it never goes limp 
like that. My prick! What'd you do to my prick?"

"Never mind your damn prick," Jacky said. "What about 
my cunt? It's hot. It's wet. You've had yours, now -- 
twice. It's my turn now, sonny, or you can tell your 
boss to send a man over with the groceries the next 
time."

"Yeah, yeah," he gasped. "Just wait. I'll have it hard 
again in a minute. Oh, boy, will I ever."

He gripped his slippery, wilted prick and jacked it 
quickly, his face full of determination. It made 
squishy sounds in his fingers, and juice foamed all 
over his knuckles.

Jacky watched him. The harder he tried, the limper his 
prick got.

"Forget your damn cock," she said. "I don't want to 
fuck it any more anyway. I want you to suck my cunt -- 
eat it out. Fuck it with your tongue slithering around 
up inside there and make me come!"

She slapped his hand away from his prick. He looked at 
her. He choked.

"Aw, Jessica..."

"You heard me, didn't you?"

"But it's -- your cunt's full of cum now! You want me 
to stick my tongue in that?"

"Hard and fast, sonny," Jacky said.

She hopped up onto the counter. She pulled the skirt 
back over her tight, round ass and bunched it at her 
waist. Her tits thrust from her chest, the nipples dark 
red and hard.

She spread her thighs, open, twining her legs around 
his body and pulling him in against her.

"Look at that pretty cunt and eat it out, Jim," she 
said.

He didn't have to be told to look. His eyes were 
bulging from his head. Despite himself, he licked his 
lips with mounting lust. He reached out with the tip of 
his finger and touched the side of her juice-coated 
cuntlip, feeling the silky texture of her skin.

"It-it's bald!" he gasped.

Jacky smiled softly. He was trapped. She leaned back 
against the cupboard. She took her legs from around 
him. She hooked her heels onto the edge of the counter.

Her knees fell wide. Her cunt mouth sucked open with a 
loud, sticky smack. The pink tissues inside gleamed and 
shone. White droplets of jism coated them and oozed out 
from her cunt mouth as he stared.

Pussy juice came too, puddling at the little pocket at 
the bottom of her twat. Her clit stood out stiffly from 
the top of her cleft and throbbed.

"There," she breathed. "Eat my cunt!"

"God," he moaned shakily, licking his lips again. "Oh, 
God..."

He put his hands on her inner thighs. The thumbs 
reached for the split lips of her cunt. He moaned again 
and then bent over, nearing the wet mass of red, 
pulsing flesh.

"Ohhh, God..." he moaned again.


CHAPTER FIVE
============

She watched Jim stuff his prick back into his pants, 
the rod shape of it very clear. She was ready to run 
around the back of the house and capture him and pull 
him into the garage and tell him she'd changed her 
mind.

He wouldn't notice, maybe, that her slick, bald cunt 
had scratchy stubble on it now. Maybe he wouldn't 
notice she'd changed her clothes. He wouldn't be able 
to believe that she wasn't the same woman he'd fucked 
and sucked in the kitchen just moments ago. They almost 
never had guessed a switch had been pulled on them.

But when Jacky mentioned that Shaun would be home from 
school at any moment, she gasped and whirled around at 
the sound from the front door that she would have 
missed if Jim had started fucking the big cucumber up 
her sister's cunt.

"Shaun!" she gasped softly.

She yanked her hand from her panties and flipped the 
hem of the mini down quickly. She stood in front of the 
kitchen door and stammered watching him come into the 
house.

Shaun blinked and squinted at the abrupt change of 
light from the brightness outside. He peered at his 
mother. "Aunt Jacky?" he asked, not quite sure.

Jessica stepped away from the door toward him, keeping 
her wet palm behind her.

"Shaun! It's your mother!"

"Oh, yeah," he grinned. "Hi, Mom. Gosh, you two look so 
much alike, I didn't know for sure. Isn't that one of 
Aunt Jacky's dresses?"

He was looking her up and down. The gaze made tingles 
run through Jessica. As she looked at him, she saw that 
he wasn't much younger than the boy Jacky had just been 
fucking. He was taller, and he knew already that his 
prick was twice as big.

Her cunt tingled and squirmed from her frustration. The 
orgasm was still there, right at the surface. She felt 
dizzy for a quick moment as she visualized herself 
walking up to Shaun and lifting her mini and taking his 
big cock into her flaming cunt.

"Mom? What's the matter, Mom?"

"Matter?"

"You look -- funny. Is something wrong?"

"No-no, nothing's wrong. Wait! Where are you going?"

He'd dropped his books onto a small table. "Just into 
the kitchen for a drink," he said, turning to look at 
her. His forehead wrinkled with puzzlement. "How come 
the door's closed? Jeez, I haven't seen that thing 
closed in years."

"Don't go in there, Shaun," she said quickly, totally 
unable to think of a good reason why he shouldn't.

Shaun was just going to ask why he shouldn't when Jacky 
swung through the door and saved Jessica the need to 
lie. The lying would have been better.

Jacky had the hem of her skirt lifted to her abdomen. 
She was wiping her naked cunt of all the wetness on a 
tissue as she pushed through the door.

When she saw Shaun, she was very nonchalant, simply 
letting her skirt fall back into place.

"Why, hello, Shaun. Back so soon?"

"H-Hello, Aunt Jacky," Shaun choked, his eyes bugging.

Jessica flushed all over with embarrassment for him. 
Not that he'd really seen Jacky's cunt under the folds 
of material. It was the suggestiveness that counted.

Jacky laughed easily. "Don't mind me, darling. I seem 
to be a little syrupy, is all. Or didn't you know such 
things happened to women?"

"I... I..." Shaun stammered, swallowing hard.

She went up to him and touched the side of his face 
with her damp fingers. Jessica watched his nose wrinkle 
as he smelled the aroma of fucking cunt.

"Don't you have a girl, Brucie? A big handsome guy like 
you? I thought you did."

"N-Nancy," he stammered.

"Well, I'll bet Nancy gets all syrupy over you, doesn't 
she?" Jacky grinned, that special look coming from her 
eyes and flustering Shaun more than Jessica had ever 
seen.

"I... gosh, Aunt Jacky!" he gasped with confusion. He 
looked at Jessica as if for help. He didn't know what 
to make of her attitude or her intimacy.

"Jacky!" Jessica cried softly.

Jacky turned and looked at her. "Oh, don't be so 
stuffy, honey," she said. "Shaun is a big boy now, 
isn't he? He ought to know about women by now. If he 
doesn't, then he should be taught."

Jacky looked back at Shaun, giving him a full blast of 
that look of hers, moving in close, making her pointed 
tits thrust toward him and brush their tips over his 
chest.

"Wouldn't you like your Aunt Jacky to teach you about 
women, Brucie?" she asked intimately.

"Jacky, stop!" Jessica gasped.

The minor effect was driving her mad. Watching Jacky 
fuck the delivery boy had been like watching a movie of 
herself doing it. It was just the same right now -- 
with her own son this time. Her cunt throbbed and 
pulsed shamelessly.

"Why stop?" Jacky asked. "He has to learn, doesn't he? 
You didn't mind learning when you were his age. 
Besides, darling, I care about him. He's my nephew, 
isn't he?"

"That's why you should stop!" Jessica gasped. "Aunt and 
nephew -- it just isn't..."

Jacky laughed lightly, tipping her head back. She 
wadded the ball of damp tissue in her hand and tossed 
it toward the wastebasket.

"It just isn't the same as mother and son, Jessica? Is 
that what you were going to say? Well, we can pretend, 
Brucie and I can. He can pretend that I'm his mother 
without much trouble at all. Isn't that right, Shaun?"

Shaun looked from one to the other of them several 
times, not at all certain what they were even talking 
about. But he knew the effect it was having on his 
erecting prick. He half turned away, trying to hide it.

"Don't your mother and I look just alike now, Shaun?" 
Jacky asked gaily, moving over toward Jessica. "I'll 
bet if the lights were low you wouldn't be able to tell 
us apart."

Shaun grinned. "Yeah," he said with a small laugh. "I 
already thought Mom was you, and the lights weren't 
even on."

Jacky smiled at him steadily. Jessica felt her heart 
pound. The poor kid was just too innocent. He didn't 
understand anything yet. She knew exactly what Jacky 
had in mind, and the knowledge sent chills and thrills 
through her at the same time, racing up her spine and 
making her lightheaded.

Shaun seemed to hurry into the kitchen, leaving the 
twin sisters alone. Jessica turned her head and made 
her voice level and quiet as deadly as she could.

"You leave my son alone, Jacky," she said.

"Mmmm, don't we sound vicious, darling," Jacky grinned 
lightly. "Or is that overtone one of jealousy?"

"Don't you dare fuck him."

Jacky pointed at herself and looked surprised. "Me? Do 
a thing like that? Jessica, darling, I'm astonished! 
I'm not going to fuck him, sweetie. You are."

"I..." Jessica blurted with a loud gasp. "Oh! Oh, damn 
you, Jacky! I won't have it! Don't you dare!"

Jacky laughed lightly and leaned against her sister, 
making their tits rub. She took Jessica's hand and 
began leading her back to the bedroom.

"Come on, darling -- let's finish you off before you 
completely lose track of what you're saying."

"Finish me..." Jessica started.

"Of course. You've got a big bubble in your cunt just 
aching to be popped. I saw you watching us. I heard 
you, too. Mmmm, you sounded like you were having a fine 
time playing with your pretty pussy. But I know you 
didn't get to finish," she said, pulling Jessica into 
the bedroom and closing the door.

She moved in close. She reached around her sister for 
the zipper at the back of the dress. She ran it down 
and slid the garment from Jessica's shoulders, watching 
the fine, firm tits come free. "Jacky, stop it," she 
said softly.

"I can't leave you hanging like this, darling," Jacky 
said, reaching forward to cup her sister's tits in her 
soft, damp palms.

"I'm fine," Jessica said. She closed her eyes a moment 
and sucked in her breath with the sensation Jacky's 
fingers caused at her nipples.

"You're not fine at all. You'll be a wreck by dinner 
time. I know you too well, honey. Much too well. Come 
on, off with the dress. Let Jacky make you feel good 
all over."

"No!" Jessica gasped, trying to pull away. She didn't 
try too hard.

"Oh? You don't want me to finish you off? Then how 
about Shaun? I can call in Shaun, and we can give him 
his first lesson on how to keep Nancy happy."

"Oh-h-h, God..." Jessica breathed quaveringly.

"Mmm, you like that idea. All right. I'll call him."

"No! No, don't you dare!" Jessica gasped.

Jacky laughed throatily. She reached lower and slid the 
mini over Jessica's hips, pushing it down her firm 
thighs to the floor. She passed her hand up between the 
firm thighs and cupped her hand around the leaking, 
quivering meat of her cunt.

"Honey, you need another shave," Jacky said. "You're 
getting all stubbly. Brucie won't want to suck your 
pussy madly the way Jim sucked mine, if you don't keep 
it slick and shaved."

"Ohhh, Jacky..." Jessica groaned.

"Did you see what happened to our cocky delivery boy 
when he got a look at my bald pussy? Of course, you saw 
it. Wasn't it thrilling? Didn't I tell you that's what 
happened to them?"

"Ohhhh, God!" Jessica gasped again, feeling her knees 
go rubbery and weak.

"There, darling -- that's it. Lie down on the bed 
before you fall down. Open your legs. Wider. Ohhhh, 
that's it, Jessica. My, what a pretty, hot wet cunt! If 
you didn't have all those whiskers on it, I'd suck you 
off and let you know what it felt like for me just now 
-- what it's going to feel like when Shaun sucks you 
off with that youthful eagerness Jim displayed."

"Jacky, don't -- please, don't."

Jacky was sliding the tip of her finger up and down her 
sister's pink, quivering gap, circling her straining 
clit with it, sliding it back down to pluck at the 
running mouth of her cunt hole.

"Mmm, that's so wet in there it's going to flood the 
bed, darling. What we need is a big fat plug to stuff 
in there. A big prick. A hot, hard prick. And I know 
just where there happens to be one right now. Stay like 
that, darling, and I'll go get it."

"No -- don't, Jacky, don't..." Jessica gasped.

Jacky slid from the bed. She moved toward the door, 
smiling with excitement.

"I'll call him," she said.

"Don't call him!"

"You can't be left in this condition, darling."

"I won't -- I won't!" Jessica gasped.

She reached quickly between her thighs with both hands. 
She spread her sodden cunt-lips apart with the tips of 
her fingers and then fucked two stiff fingers deeply 
into her cunt hole. She jiggled the top of her cleft at 
the same time, masturbating her clit.

She lifted her knees high and apart. She switched her 
ass on the bed and strained upward, lifting her cunt 
high.

"Don't do that, Jessica -- don't waste it!" Jacky 
cried.

"Yes! Ohhh, I'm going to come! Then you won't be able 
to make me fuck my son! Ohhhh, I'm going to come, 
Jacky!"

Jacky snatched the door open. "Shaun! Brucie!"

"Huh?" he answered, his voice muffled and distant.

"Come here a minute, Shaun!"

"Ohhh, I'm going to come! Jacky, damn you! Ahhhhh, I'm 
coming!"

"What's the matter, Aunt Jacky? What do you want?"

Jacky stood in the doorway, leaving it open just a 
crack. She looked back at the bed and watched her 
sister toss and heave with orgasm, her legs shaking, 
her tits jiggling on her chest.

Jessica gave a final shudder of release, her cunt mouth 
spasming and drooling hot honey, and then she collapsed 
back on the bed with her hand over her pussy and let 
out a long groan.

"Never mind, Brucie," Jacky said quietly.

He tried to peer around her into the room. "What's the 
matter with Mom? Is she all right? She sounds awful."

Jacky smiled softly at him. "She is now, honey. Just a 
little cramping. You can help her next time, sweetie. 
I'm sure shell let you help her in a day or two."

Shaun was going to ask help her with what, but Jacky 
only smiled and closed the door. She turned her back to 
it and looked at her spread-legged sister and put her 
hand to her chin in thought.


CHAPTER SIX
===========

"He's in trouble, Jessica," Jacky said earnestly.

"He is not!"

"Honey, he's got a problem, and you know it. You saw 
him with Nancy last night after their date. They sat 
there listening to records, and the poor girl was dying 
for that big prick up her pussy, or a good finger job 
at least, and Shaun couldn't manage any more than 
holding her hand on the sly. Holding her hand! For 
God's sake, Jessica!"

Jessica flushed and looked away, remembering how the 
two of them had pretended to go out for a little while 
and then had peeked through the window at Shaun and 
Nancy.

Jacky was right, of course. Jessica knew it. She'd 
known it before Jacky had even come. Gil knew it too, 
and that was why he rode Shaun all the time and called 
him a pansy.

She didn't know how he'd gotten that way. Was it her 
fault? Had she kept him sweet and innocent and 
effeminate to compensate for Gil's bull-like, he-man 
manner?

"Come on, honey -- admit it. If not to me, then to 
yourself, at least. The kid's scared shitless of 
girls."

"Yes, yes, all right!" Jessica cried. She looked up. 
"But I don't know what to do about it."

Jacky smiled, and that look oozed from her eyes in 
waves of heat. "I do," she said.

"Jacky."

"All right. You do it then."

Jessica gasped and clamped her hand over her newly 
shaved, slick cunt. "Fuck my own son! Jacky, you're 
sick!"

Jacky considered that a moment, then shook her head. 
"You want to keep him a pansy. I want to make him a 
man. Who's sick?"

Jessica looked away again. "I can't do it."

Jacky laughed. "You want to, honey. Oh, don't try to 
kid me. Hey, this is Jacky, your twin sister. You can't 
kid me. You're aching to feel that big fat prick all 
the way up your squeezing cunt, and you know it."

Jessica looked at her sister quickly, her expression a 
little wild, her mouth open to shout vehement denial. 
But she closed her mouth and looked away. She couldn't 
lie.

Thought of Shaun's big prick, of the glimpses she had 
of its full girth and youthful stretch, made her cunt 
squirm and let her know how terribly horny she was 
getting.

It had been a week since Jacky had fucked the delivery 
boy the first time. It had been that long since Jacky 
had tried to help her come.

Since then, there'd been no more games. Jacky hadn't 
masturbated in bed beside her and drawn her into the 
sexual swirl. And Jessica didn't have the nerve to ask 
Jacky to suck her cunt off or finger-fuck her or 
anything else.

She never had. All of it had been at Jacky's 
instigation, from the time they were children.

But now, Jacky was getting all the fucking she needed 
from the delivery boy. Jessica had watched again. She'd 
fucked herself into a wild frenzy of orgasm again. But 
it wasn't enough any more.

She'd found herself staring furtively at her son, 
watching his crotch, seeing the bulge there and 
imagining the stiff eagerness of his young, hard prick.

She felt like a dirty old woman doing it. She watched 
the way Jacky paraded around the house in front of 
Shaun in thin panties and half-naked tits, and she 
envied her sister's freedom.

And she was jealous of the growing attention Shaun was 
paying his aunt. He found excuses to be with her. He 
helped her with little chores around the house, hoping 
to get another glimpse of her ass or tits.

Jacky was winning him away from her, and Jessica felt 
herself becoming all twisted up inside.

Right now, she was ready to admit that Jacky was right, 
right, right. She was the sick one, not Jacky.

She felt sick inside, anyway.

"He's got to learn, Jessica," Jacky persisted. "He's 
got to have a girl make his prick hard and fondle it 
and lick it and slip it up her wet cunt. He's got to 
get over his fright."

"Yes," Jessica said, her voice distant and hollow. She 
shivered, the image of herself doing all that coming 
suddenly to her mind.

"You should do it, Jessica, you're his mother. You 
should teach him. A parent should teach her children 
everything."

"I can't!" Jessica wailed.

"Then I will."

"Yes, Jessica," Jacky said firmly. "You can watch. You 
can pretend that I'm you, and then you won't feel so 
strange about it the next time."

"Oh, God..." Jessica shivered.

Her cunt was squirming and oozing inside. Her honey 
flowed from the slippery, silky walls and drained to 
her bald cunt-lips and soaked into the crotch-band of 
her panties.

She moaned heatedly and thrust her hand between her 
thighs, jiggling her cunt furiously, overcome with heat 
and the need to blast herself into a tremendous orgasm.

Jacky pulled her arm away. "No," she said, her voice 
firm again. "You're not going to get away with that a 
second time."

"Ohhhh, I want to come! It's been a whole week!"

"That's good," Jacky smiled. "Just keep your cunt 
simmering that way. You'll come. Oh, will you come 
tonight!"

Jessica looked at her sister with wide eyes. "What are 
you going to do? Oh, Jacky -- what nasty, dirty game 
have you thought up to play now?"

Jacky laughed. "Dirty to you, honey. Fun to me. Now, 
here's what we'll do."

Jessica still couldn't believe it was happening or that 
she'd agreed to do it. She sat on the hamper in the 
dark bathroom and looked through the cracked-open door 
into the bedroom.

She heard them talking on the way down the hall. And 
then they came into the bedroom, Jacky and Shaun. Shaun 
watched her go to the closet. He seemed a little 
uneasy.

"Where'd you say Mom was, Aunt Jacky?"

"Seeing a friend, honey. What's her name? Helen 
something?"

"Oh, yeah, I know her."

"It seems her husband is out of town, and she had 
somebody try to break into the house this afternoon. 
Your mother's going to stay there all night to keep her 
company."

"Boy, it's getting to be a problem any more, Aunt 
Jacky," he said seriously.

"Well, I'm glad I have a big strong man like you here 
to look after me."

"Yeah, I'll sure do that," he smiled.

"Speaking of looking after me, honey, I wanted you to 
tell me if this dress I altered today looks all right. 
Will you?"

He swallowed. "Sure, Aunt Jacky."

Jessica watched her sister reach into the closet and 
select a dress at random. It hadn't been altered. Jacky 
had never threaded a needle in her life.

She took it out. It was a low-cut mini, a siren-red, 
slinky garment. She put it on the bed. She unzipped the 
dress she was wearing. Shaun watched her and swallowed 
again.

She pulled the top off her shoulders and uncovered her 
braless tits for just a flash before holding her hands 
to them again.

"Oh, my," she said. "I shouldn't be undressing like 
this in front of you. Honey, turn your head and don't 
look."

Shaun choked out a response and turned his head. 
Jessica drew back from the crack in the bathroom door, 
because he seemed to be looking right at her. And then 
she remembered the mirror over the dresser right next 
to the door.

Jacky had planned that, too. She planned everything. 
Shaun wasn't looking at her, but he was sure looking at 
her reflection in the mirror.

Jessica saw his eyes go wide and moist. She saw his 
quick intake of breath. She saw the way his prick 
started to fill and lift almost immediately, stretching 
out the front of his pants.

He made a quick motion with his hand to hide it. That 
didn't work. He scooted the thick shaft around in his 
pants until it was pointed up toward his belly.

Jessica felt her cunt squirm and writhe. She sucked in 
her breath silently and held it. She stared at the line 
of his solid cock as hard as he stared at the naked 
image of Jacky in the mirror.

Jacky's tits jigged and swung freely as she slipped out 
of the dress she was wearing. She wore transparent 
panties. They were flesh colored. They cupped the 
round, tight balls of her ass-cheeks like a second skin 
and didn't hide the shadow of her deep cleft.

Per naked, bald cunt showed clearly through them, lips 
and slit and all, puffy and soft.

Shaun's cock pounded in his pants. It swelled to that 
huge dimension and throbbed, the rigid line of it 
clear, right before Jessica's hungry eyes.

She didn't have to worry about being spotted behind the 
door. Shaun wasn't looking at the door. She could have 
stuck her hand through the crack and waved at him, and 
he wouldn't have seen her. He stared fixedly at Jacky, 
watching her move and posture with calculated 
casualness as she made ready to slip into the red, 
slinky mini.

"Okay, honey," she said after a moment. "You can turn 
around now."

Shaun turned, just as if he hadn't already seen that 
Jacky's tits were still uncovered. He stared at them 
and licked his lips and didn't even try to hide his 
monstrous hard-on any more.

"Oh, dear -- I spoke too soon," Jacky laughed lightly, 
pretending she had to struggle with the dress. She 
looked at him. Her tits hung out. She fumbled with the 
material and finally brought it up over her pointed 
tits, snugging it around them, making the nipples poke 
through the red satin.

"I... I'm sorry, Aunt Jacky," Shaun stammered.

She zipped it up the back, making her tits thrust as 
she bent her arms behind her.

"Sorry for what, honey?"

"For-for turning around too soon like that."

"Well, it's not your fault, Brucie. I didn't know this 
tight thing was going to give me trouble like that. 
Besides, I'll bet a big boy like you doesn't really 
mind getting a good look at his Aunt Jacky's tits. Do 
you? Huh?" she teased, smiling at him. "Do you, Shaun? 
Come on, tell me the truth."

He broke into a wide, nervous grin. "Heck no," he said.

"Anyway, my tits look exactly like your mother's, and 
I'll bet you've seen her tits lots of times, haven't 
you?"

"N-No," he said.

"Hey, honey, you don't have to kid me. This is Aunt 
Jacky. I know better than that. Come on, tell me -- 
you've snuck a look now and then, haven't you?"

"Well... yeah," he choked, grinning again, his face 
flushed.

"And not just her tits, either, I'll bet. Have you seen 
her cute little ass?"

"N-Not really, Aunt Jacky," he stammered.

"Well, we'll take care of that right now, honey. You 
look at mine all you want. It's just like your 
mother's."

She lifted the hem of the dress in back and turned her 
ass toward him, flipping the satin material up. She 
gave him a good moon, thrusting her ass-cheeks out, 
making everything plainly visible through the 
transparent panties.

"Aunt Jacky!" he gasped.

She laughed lightly and dropped her skirt. "Oh, don't 
Aunt Jacky me, honey. I know about guys your age. You 
aren't shocked. If you're so shocked, how come you've 
got such a big hard-on in there?" she said, pointing at 
his crotch.

Shaun looked down. He went red all over. He stood there 
and didn't know what to do.

"I-I'd better go do my homework now, Aunt Jacky," he 
stammered finally. He made a move toward the door, and 
Jacky stepped in front of him, stopping him.

That sultry, sexual fever sizzled from her eyes and 
reduced him to a rooted, flustered, awkward boy. 
Jessica watched him. She had the sudden urge to fling 
open the bathroom door and charge into the room and put 
an end to this.

It was her son -- her Shaun and her twin sister was 
ready to move in for the kill. She didn't want to 
watch. And yet she felt as helpless as he did.

She clamped her hand over her cunt and squeezed hard, 
trying to still the tingling in it. She only made it 
worse. And she knew she was going to sit right there 
and watch it happen.

"No you don't, honey," Jacky said, lifting her arms to 
him. "You can't walk out on me like that, Brucie. 
You'll give me a complex."

"What -- I don't know what you mean, Aunt Jacky," he 
stammered, swallowing hard again.

"Why, you're going to make me think you're afraid of 
me. Are you afraid of me, honey?"

"No -- of course not," he choked.

She looked at him teasingly. "Oh, I see. Just of girls 
in general, is that it?"

"No," he said more firmly. "Heck, I'm not afraid of 
girls."

"How about Nancy?"

"Gosh, no, Aunt Jacky!" he laughed shakily.

"Have you kissed her yet?"

"Sure. Lots of times," he added, not too convincingly.

"What else have you done with her? Have you seen her 
tits?"

"She's not that kind of girl!"

"Have you felt them? Did you ever put your hand on her 
big soft tit and give it a good squeeze? Huh?"

"S-Sure," he said. She looked at him with twinkling 
eyes, holding his gaze for a long moment. He glanced 
away finally. "Well, no. I brushed against it once, 
though."

"Now we're getting somewhere. Now we're getting the 
truth. You don't have to be afraid of the truth with 
me, sweetie. I'm not like your father. There's nothing 
to be ashamed of if you aren't a big fucker like he is 
yet. He had to start sometime too, you know."

Shaun choked over the word, but he came up grinning. 
"You really mean that, Aunt Jacky? I mean, that it 
doesn't make me a pansy because -- because I haven't 
ever... you know."

"Fucked?" Jacky said, mouthing the word with her full, 
sensuous lips.

"Yeah!" Shaun gasped, growing bolder. "Fucked!"

"Of course not, darling," Jacky said, putting her soft, 
warm palm to the side of his face.

"Gosh, Aunt Jacky -- I sure like talking to you. You 
don't know how good that makes me feel. Dad rides me 
about it until I can't stand it. And then I end up 
looking at Nancy in a way I know I shouldn't be looking 
at her, wanting to do things and all, and then I feel 
dirty and guilty."

He went on. Jessica listened. She felt sorry for him. 
He was almost pitiful. He had more hang-ups than she 
would ever have believed. They were all there for her 
to see before, but Jacky was bringing them all out in 
the open, where Jessica could see them.

She suddenly didn't mind any more that Jacky was going 
to cherry him tonight. He needed it. He needed it 
badly.

Jacky stood right in front of him after he'd talked 
himself out. She looked up at him and slowly twined her 
arms around his neck and pressed herself against him.

"Shaun, you've been honest with me just now. I'm glad. 
But now I have to be honest with you. I didn't ask you 
to come in here to look at my dress."

He pulled back slightly and swallowed again. "Oh?"

"Can't you guess why, honey?"

"N-No," he stammered.

She pushed her pointed tits against his chest. He 
looked down at them. She moved her chest and rubbed her 
tits back and forth, making him feel the stiff, rubbery 
nipples.

"Can you guess now?"

"I... Aunt Jacky, I..."

"There's just the two of us in the house, Shaun. All 
night long. Doesn't that give you any ideas?"

He looked up at the ceiling, in imitation of thinking 
hard. Jacky moved in closer, until her cunt was cupping 
the stiff, throbbing line of his prick. She swayed her 
ass back and forth, making her cunt mound rub against 
his hard cock.

"How about that?" she breathed. "Are you getting ideas 
yet?"

"Aunt Jacky..." he gasped.

"Don't be afraid, Shaun. Put your arms around me. I 
won't bite. Come on. Around my waist," she urged, 
moving his arms for him.

His teeth nearly chattered. He gasped and puffed. His 
face was red and quivery. His arms went around her 
waist slowly.

"Mmm, that's nice," Jacky sighed, leaning against him, 
rubbing her tits and cunt all over his front. "You can 
hold my ass in your hands, honey. Go ahead. I gave you 
a look at it. Now hold it and feel how tight and firm 
and round my ass is. I know you want to."

"Ohhhh..." he moaned.

Jessica watched. Jacky didn't help him this time. His 
hands slid along her back slowly and hesitantly. They 
moved toward her round asscheeks. Then he was palming 
them. He slid his hands up and down her ass, and then 
he squeezed gently.

"Ohhh, that's nice, Shaun. You have nice hands. You 
have a gentle, thrilling touch. You don't know what 
you're making poor Nancy miss out on, honey. Believe 
me, I know what a woman likes. I know what she'd like. 
She'd like this. She'd like more than this. It's not so 
hard to do, is it? Feeling a girl's ass?"

"N-No," he gasped.

"Lift the back of my skirt, Shaun. Go ahead. I want you 
to. Don't be afraid."

"Aunt Jacky...!" he gasped quaveringly.

He puffed and wheezed. Then his fingers caught in the 
satin material and began bunching it. The skirt rose up 
over her round ass-cheeks. The transparent panties came 
into view. He looked over her shoulder at the pert 
globes and sucked in his breath.

"Slide them into my panties, Shaun. Feel my ass when 
it's naked! Touch my bare ass and knead the cheeks the 
way you're dying to! Ohhh, I can feel your big prick 
throbbing hard against my cunt, darling!"

"Oh, God -- God!" he gasped.

He didn't hesitate any more. He thrust his hands under 
the flimsy panties and cupped her tight cheeks 
strongly, kneading them, feeling them, running his 
hands all over her ass.

Jacky moaned and pressed against him and moved her hips 
back and forth, rubbing against his throbbing, pounding 
prick all the while.

Jessica's cunt began tingling terribly again. Deep 
throbs thudded through her abdomen, and she cupped her 
cunt and squeezed hard, letting her thumb slide over 
the top of her cleft where her clit was, pretending the 
sensation came from Shaun's hard cock rubbing against 
it.

"Ohhhh, baby, that feels good!" Jacky moaned. "God, 
your hands sliding and kneading all over my ass, and 
your big hard prick up against my cunt! My hot, 
watering cunt! Ohhh, Brucie, you shouldn't deny Nancy 
this wonderful sensation any longer!"

"Ohhhh, Aunt Jacky..." Shaun gasped.

"That's it! Ohhh, it's all right, darling, go ahead and 
do it! Slip your fingers into my crack again! Ahhh, all 
the way in it, Shaun! Yes! Oh, yes!"

"God! Oh, God! It's so deep! So soft and warm and deep 
between your ass-cheeks!"

"Ohhhh, God... no, don't take your finger away, honey! 
It's all right! Touch my asshole again! Mmm, I love 
having my asshole fingered, don't you? Don't you, 
darling?"

"I -- yes!" he gasped. "It feels good when I do it to 
myself!"

"Is that what you do when you jack off, Shaun? Do you 
touch your asshole? Do you fuck your finger up your 
sweet, warm asshole?"

"Oh-h-h..." he moaned quaveringly. "Yes! Yes!"

"No, wait, honey -- not yet! It isn't slippery yet. 
Your finger needs to be slippery, darling. Do you know 
how to get it slippery and warm and all wet?"

"I-I use... Mom's cold cream..." he gasped.

"You don't need that with me, darling. I'm a woman. 
There's another place to get your finger all slippery 
on a woman."

"Yes!"

"Do it, Shaun!"

"Ohhh, Aunt Jacky!"

"Do it! Reach! Ahhh, that's it -- now up! Here, let me 
spread my legs a little more for you. Ah! Yes, darling! 
Up! Slide it up my hot cunt and get it all wet!"

"Ohhh, Aunt Jacky!" he cried, gasping loudly. "Your 
pussy! It feels so slippery and soft and hot! God! God, 
I love it! My first pussy! Ohhh, Aunt Jacky!"

She ground her hips against him, making his cock ride 
in the groove of her thighs and cunt, dry-fucking him. 
He began to shiver. His finger traced from her asshole 
under her crotch to the mouth of her steaming cunt.

He shoved it deep, the tip writhing and wriggling, 
exploring the warmth and silkiness of this new, 
delightful cavern of female cunt. His knees went 
rubbery, and he gasped again and again.

"Aunt Jacky! Aunt -- Jacky..." he choked suddenly.

"It's all right, darling! Ohhhh, yes! Fuck my cunt with 
your finger and let it all go, Brucie! Come! It's all 
right darling -- come hard!"

"Ahhhh! Aunt Jacky!" he gurgled. "Yaaaagh!"

He pulled her ass toward him. His finger shot all the 
way up her cunt. His prick throbbed and bucked inside 
his pants. It pounded in the cupping hollow her hips 
and watering twat made. He shuddered mightily, and his 
prick exploded, flooding his pants with hot, young cum.

"Ahhhhh!" he cried again, nearly weeping with the joy 
and shame combined.

Jessica watched and listened. Her hand swirled over her 
wet, drooling cunt. She closed her eyes for just a 
moment and imagined she was Jacky and that Shaun was 
coming against her, making his pants wet over the feel 
of her pussy.

She shivered and twirled her clit and reached a small 
orgasm with her son, and it was a thrilling, dizzying 
sensation for her that left her gasping.

"Aunt Jacky!" Shaun wailed, looking ashamed. "I came! 
Oh, damn! I did it in my pants! Oh, damn! Now you're 
going to think I'm just a dumb kid who can't hold it 
and do things right!"

"Ohhh, baby -- it's all right! Honest, it is! I'm glad! 
Ohh, I'm glad you came for me!"

"You are?"

She backed away from him just enough to get her hand 
between them. She rubbed his erect cock through his 
pants with the palm of her hand, feeling the dampness 
already soaking through.

"Mmmm, that was a big load, honey. Mmmm, I love it!"

"Ohhh, it's a mess, Aunt Jacky," he groaned.

"Let's see if it's a mess," she said.

She slid his zipper down. He groaned again, trying to 
stop her from doing that and showing both of them what, 
a mess he'd made, what a shameful failure he was as a 
fucker -- just the way his father always said he was.

But Jacky wouldn't be dissuaded. When his zipper was 
down, she undid his belt buckle and the snap and 
dropped his pants. She pulled down his shorts. They 
wadded over his thighs, soaked with jism. His prick 
stood out rigidly, throbbing with youthful eagerness 
still.

"Ohhhh, Shaun!" she gasped.

She hadn't meant to put so much feeling in her voice. 
He took it wrong. He thought she was berating him for 
the mess. She was actually gasping over the size of his 
big fat cock.

He started to pull his pants back up, and she stopped 
him. "Shaun! What a cock!" she cried. "God, I love it!"

Jessica didn't know if it was by accident or calculated 
design that Jacky turned him slightly so that his prick 
faced the bathroom door for her to see it, but she was 
suddenly staring through the crack at the full, rigid, 
throbbing girth of her son's enormous prick!

Cum ran down the side of it. More bubbled out the tip 
as Jacky jacked her hand up and down the heavy length 
of his cock. It flowed down the shaft and ran over her 
knuckles.

"Ohhhh, Aunt Jacky!" Shaun moaned. "You... you mean you 
don't mind all that mess?"

"Mind? I'll show you how much I mind it," Jacky said 
huskily.

There was a new quality to Jacky's voice. Some of the 
coolness was gone, replaced by heat and lust. Her 
tongue came out and swept over her soft lips, wetting 
them.

"Aunt Jacky! What are you doing! Ohhhhhh, God -- God!" 
Shaun cried, nearly beside himself with passion.

Jacky was moving her fingers up and down his prick, 
through the drooling cum. Then she was wiping the hot 
jism on her face and lips, bathing herself with it. 
Then she opened her mouth and sucked it down over the 
head of the big cock and moaned.


CHAPTER SEVEN
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Jessica watched. She shuddered with lust. Flavor burst 
through her senses when there wasn't any reason for it 
to. She watched the image of herself suck down over the 
big prick and lick the bubbling cum from the eye with 
the tip of her tongue.

She shook her hand over her cunt and remembered how it 
had been when she'd sucked Gil's cock all the way the 
other morning. She swallowed and swallowed as she 
watched her sister lick and lap all over the wet prick.

"Ahhhhh!" Shaun grunted tightly, tipping his head back 
with bliss and shock combined.

"Mmmm, I love it!" Jacky cried. She licked her lips and 
swallowed again and again, running her fingers all over 
his cock at the same time, petting it and fondling it.

"Oh, Aunt Jacky!" Shaun choked.

"You can see how much I love it, darling -- can't you? 
Oh, Shaun -- don't you dare deny Nancy a drink of your 
sweet young cum! She'd love it too! I know, Shaun -- 
I'm a woman, and I know!"

"Nancy, Nancy!" he cried with an odd sound.

Jacky wrapped her arms around his hips and ass and 
guided him toward the bed, making him back into it. He 
sat. His prick jutted and strained from his lap.

"Aunt Jacky -- what are you -- going to do?" he gasped.

He looked down at her, watching her get to her knees in 
front of him. He looked down the front of her dress and 
ogled the pointed, firm tits there, and his prick 
throbbed again.

"I'm going to take off these messy pants, Shaun," Jacky 
said. She pulled at them and got them to his knees. She 
laid her cheek along his thigh and sighed, her fingers 
cupping his balls and fondling his prick.

"Aunt Jacky!" he gasped, wanting to touch the back of 
her head and hold her against his crotch, and yet 
afraid to.

She lifted her head and smiled sweetly and hotly. She 
pushed at his chest gently. "Lie back, darling. Let 
Aunt Jacky slip your pants off."

"Ohhh," he moaned, leaning backward. He kept looking, 
though. His prick strained with unbelievable rigidity. 
It pulsed with every beat of his heart. Jacky slipped 
his pants off his legs.

She stood up then. She looked down at him, lying back 
on his elbows, his legs partly spread, his hot balls 
bunched into a tight knot under the base of his big 
cock soaring upward like a waving flagpole.

"What...?" he gasped, the sound more a grunt than a 
question. He watched her. His cock throbbed and beat. 
His eyes stared at her hungrily as she reached behind 
her back to run the zipper down.

"I'm going to take my dress off, sweetie," she said. 
"It's no fair for you to be lying there with your prick 
thrusting so beautifully into the air while I'm fully 
dressed, is it?"

"Ahhhh..." he whimpered. His cock jerked and bucked.

Jacky slipped the red, clinging satin from her 
shoulders and let it slip silkily from the points of 
her tits. Shaun stared at her tits and licked his lips. 
She smiled again.

"There, darling. Now you can look at them all you want 
to. Look closely, Shaun, and you'll see exactly what 
your mother's tits look like."

"Ohhhh, God -- they're beautiful, Aunt Jacky!" She 
hooked her thumbs into the material at her waist and 
pushed. The red satin slid over her hips and fell with 
a whisper down her thighs to the floor. She stepped out 
of the puddle it made, and she braced her thighs 
slightly apart and put her hands on her hips and let 
him stare at the outline of her puffy-lipped cunt 
through the transparent panties.

"There's my cunt, darling," she whispered.

"Look at it. Feast your eyes on it. Drink the sight in 
and remember it. It's just like your mother's cunt."

His eyes bulged from his head. His mouth opened, and he 
panted through it.

"Aunt Jacky -- your cunt... it's... it doesn't have 
any... any hair on it!"

"Just like your mother's sweet cunt, honey. We shaved 
it off. Don't you think that's exciting?"

"I can -- see it!" he croaked. "I can see everything! 
Your cunt-lips -- the crack between them... ohhh, Aunt 
Jacky, it's not at all like the pusses in the girlie 
magazines. They've got so much hair that even when they 
face the camera with their legs open you can't see 
their cunts, because of all the hair."

Jacky tipped her head back and laughed softly. "Well, 
you can see all of mine, honey. And your mother's. 
Here, I'll slip off my panties, and you can see it even 
better."

She hooked her thumbs in the waist of the panties and 
pushed. The garment wadded and rolled into a frothy web 
at her hips. Then it swept over them and slipped down 
her thighs, and Jacky stood before him in all her 
shaved, silky beauty, letting him gorge himself on the 
sight of her curving, youthful body.

Jessica could see it all. She couldn't help looking at 
her sister's gorgeous body herself, knowing that hers 
was identical to it in every respect.

She looked at her son's face and his reaction to the 
sight, and the expression was thrilling to behold. It 
made her wish she hadn't been so prudish. It made her 
wish she were standing there in front of him now 
instead of Jacky.

There was lust in his expression -- youthful and 
innocent and eager. There was awe. There was a sense of 
wonder and amazement and a dizzying something she 
couldn't quite define.

His prick was like a bar of iron, reaching, stretching, 
throbbing, pulsing. Jessica looked at her son's cock 
and moaned quietly behind the bathroom door and swirled 
her hand over her cunt again and again until the sounds 
of wetness were so loud they would surely give her 
away.

"Ohhhh, Aunt Jacky..." Shaun whimpered finally.

He couldn't restrain himself any longer. Even if she 
were watching him, he simply had to grab his prick and 
start jacking it, before it burst apart and covered 
them both with the boiling contents of his balls.

"Ohhh, I can't help it!" he moaned. "Aunt Jacky..."

His hand swept up and down his cock. Jacky moved 
quickly, going between his legs and holding his arm, 
making him stop.

"Is-is that bad to do, Aunt Jacky? Is that why you want 
me to stop? Oh, shit -- did I do something wrong 
again?"

"Of course not, Shaun," Jacky said sweetly. "It's 
exciting to watch you jack your cock like that. But I 
don't want you to waste all that luscious cum again."

"Waste it, Aunt Jacky?"

"Honey, don't call me Aunt Jacky. Pretend I'm your 
mother. You can't really tell us apart, you know."

"Sure, I can! She'd never do anything like this with 
me!" he gasped.

"I think she would. I think maybe she's been a little 
afraid to, that's all. Just the way you were afraid a 
few minutes ago. But you don't look afraid any more," 
she laughed, holding his prick and waggling it, making 
him laugh nervously.

"You mean you think Mom...?" he started.

Jacky nodded solemnly. "I don't just think, Shaun -- I 
know. She's been peeking at your prick just as hard as 
you've been peeking at her tits and ass and trying to 
see her cunt."

Shaun stared at her with disbelief. "But she's got 
Dad," he said. "That morning he left -- I heard them in 
here fucking! I know that's what they were doing, Aunt 
Jacky. And then she came out and -- and..."

"Honey, that was a long time ago. Weeks. She hasn't had 
any fucking since then. When Gil goes off for a month 
at a time like this, she gets very hot, very horny. She 
looks at you, believe me. And she'd just love to have 
this big cock far up inside her hot cunt -- just as 
much as you want to put it there."

"Ohhh, Aunt Jacky..." he gasped.

She squeezed her hand around his heavy shaft. She felt 
the rumbling and stretching going on inside it. She 
looked down at the top of it and saw the big eye pulse 
open and closed.

"Shaun?"

"I can't help it!" he cried.

"It's all right, darling -- come again!"

She jacked her hand up and down his prick and then 
opened her mouth wide and sucked down over the head of 
it. She twisted her head as she sucked. Her lips kept 
expanding and going down.

Down and down -- clear to the root of his big cock.

Jessica watched. Then she stared. Then she gaped with 
bulging eyes. Her throat spasmed as she watched the 
mirror image of herself take that big prick halfway to 
her belly.

"YAAAGH!" Shaun shouted.

There was nothing restrained about it this time. He 
opened his mouth and throat and let the sound rumble 
out full blast. His hips lifted high from the bed as 
his prick disappeared into the warm, wet cavity of 
Jacky's sucking throat.

His jism boiled and spewed from the end of his youthful 
cock. It hosed into her throat and shot in strings into 
her belly. His cum backed up and filled her mouth and 
drooled from her compressed, sucking, sliding lips.

It was too much for Jessica. Her son twisted and 
thrashed on the bed, his prick completely inside 
Jacky's mouth. She shoved three fingers up her sucking, 
swimming cunt and came violently with him, permitting 
herself to groan and mewl, knowing that the sounds 
would be covered by his own bellowing.

She rocked back and forth on the top of the hamper and 
nearly spun off it. Her legs shot out in front of her, 
stiff and apart. Her fingers wriggled and shook in her 
spasming cunt and milked the slippery honey from it.

"Ah! Ah! Aunt Jacky! My God! You ate my cock! God! Oh-
h-h, it was wonderful!"

Jacky sucked her mouth back off his prick, doing it 
slowly, using her tongue along the bottom to milk the 
last drops of jism out of it.

She lifted back and licked her lips and smiled. She 
fondled his prick with her fingers, hefting his balls, 
planting kisses on the insides of his thighs. She 
looked at him and laughed lightly when he was finished 
tossing and rolling and groaning.

"There, now -- that wasn't so bad, was it? Were you 
frightened that time, darling?"

"Ohhh, no!" he groaned.

"Your prick is still hard," she said. "Look at the way 
it stands up and throbs and demands even more."

"It-it's that way, Aunt Jacky."

"Shall we give it some more, Brucie?"

He sucked in his breath and shivered and looked at her. 
He licked his lips. He couldn't believe all this was 
really happening to him.

"Well?"

"Y-Yes!" he gasped.

Jacky straightened up and thrust out her chest. Her 
tits jiggled and pointed at him.

"All right," she said.

"You mean it?" he gasped. "You really mean it?"

"Of course, darling. But that's the last I'm going to 
give away. If you want more from me, you're going to 
have to come after it yourself."

He grinned shakily. He licked his lips. His hot gaze 
wavered.

"Are you still afraid of me, honey? Don't be. You can 
have whatever you want, I promise. I just want you to 
get out of the habit of waiting for it to come to you. 
I want you to be bold, Shaun. Take the initiative. Come 
after me the way you're going to go after Nancy. And... 
and after your mother!"

"Ohhh, Aunt Jacky!" he gasped.

"That's the other condition, honey," she said. "You'll 
stop calling me Aunt Jacky. Pretend I'm your mother. 
Call me Mom, darling, and come fuck that big wonderful 
prick into Mom's hot, sweet cunt!"

"God! God!" Shaun cried, shaking his head back and 
forth, as if to clear the wonderful dream from it and 
bring himself back to the real world.

But she was still there. She was thrusting her tits at 
him. She was standing with her legs parted and her 
bald, slick, sweet cunt half-open.

He could see the pink meat of her cunt inside the 
parted, puffy lips. He could see the sweet honey 
glistening there. He remembered the feel of that 
slippery pussy around his embedded finger, and he 
transferred the feeling mentally to his prick, and his 
cock shuddered and jerked wildly.

"Ohhhh, Aunt -- Mom!" he gasped.

"That's it, honey. Reach for them. Feel my tits. 
Squeeze them and suck on them. Play with them all you 
want to. Make them feel good."

He reached up. He didn't have to urge her down much. 
She came willingly, easing him a step at a time toward 
the goal she was after -- that of making him reach more 
aggressively.

Not like Gil. Not like a half-raping stallion. But 
somewhere in the middle, somewhere normal, between 
where he was and where Gil was.

Jessica saw the plan clearly then. Thrills chased 
through her. There was gladness and relief and still 
some waves of shame, but she was happy.

She watched her son reach out timidly and then with 
growing boldness for her sister's tits. He squeezed the 
cones. He ran the tips of his fingers over them. He 
tested the rubbery substance of her nipples. He put his 
face to her tits and rubbed his cheek along the soft, 
firm, silky skin.

"Ohhhh, I love them, Aunt -- Mom," he groaned. "They're 
beautiful tits!"

"Have you really peeked at my tits before, Shaun? 
Answer me, you naughty boy. Have you tried to look at 
your mother's tits?"

"Yes, Mom," he grinned into her flesh, shivering with 
excitement at the game they were playing.

"Did you want to feel them then? Did you want to suck 
them?"

"Yes!"

"Then suck them now!"

"Ohhh, M-Mom!" he stammered.

Jacky pushed her chest toward him. She smiled. She felt 
his lips and tongue suck around the end of her tit. She 
cupped the back of his head and held him to her tit as 
if she were nursing him.

She turned her head slowly and looked toward the crack 
in the bathroom door. She winked very slowly and 
broadly, knowing that Jessica could see her, that she 
had witnessed all of it so far.

"Mmm, that's good, Shaun," Jacky moaned. "Suck Mom's 
tit. Oooo, don't bite so hard, honey. Don't cause pain. 
Mom doesn't like pain, and neither will Nancy when you 
suck her tits."

"Ahhh, God!" he groaned, beside himself with heat.

He sucked and sucked. The wet sounds were lewd. After 
quite some time of it, Jacky looked down at him.

"Is that all you're going to do, honey? Just suck Mom's 
tits?"

"I -- no, Mom..." he gasped. "I want..."

"Yes? You want to do something else?" Jacky prompted. 
She shifted her torso slightly. She made her thighs 
part suggestively. She didn't put his hand on her cunt. 
He was going to have to do that all by himself.

"Can I... Mom, can I -- touch it?"

"Touch what, darling?"

"Your cunt! Your shaved, bald cunt!"

"Just touch it, Brucie?"

"Finger it! Fuck my finger up it again! Feel all that 
hot, wet cunt flesh!"

"Just your finger?"

"No -- my prick! Mom, my prick!" he cried.

He gasped and shuddered. He cupped his hand over the 
whole of her naked crotch. There was nothing hesitant 
about him this time. In fact, he was too aggressive.

"Shaun, take it easy!" Jacky commanded. "Not so hard! A 
girl doesn't like to be grabbed and raped, for God's 
sake!"

Shaun looked at her as if she'd whipped him. He 
whimpered and collapsed against her in confusion. Jacky 
sighed and stroked the back of his head.

"I'm sorry, honey," she said gently. "I didn't mean to 
snap at you that way, but there's a limit. Nancy 
wouldn't like having you grab at her cunt like that. 
And Mom doesn't like it either. Now let's start over, 
nice and easy."

She coaxed him. She urged him. She played with his 
stiff prick and kept him boiling hot. Then she lay back 
at his gentle insistence and let him part her thighs.

"Ohhh, God," Jacky moaned, suddenly catching fire. 
"That's it, darling, that's the way. Ohhhh, yes -- like 
that!"

"Oh, Mom -- I can't get enough of your sweet pussy!" he 
gasped, stroking her cunt-lips over and over with 
gentle fingers. He slipped one up and down her gap, 
fondling the hairless twat, gazing into it as he opened 
her cunt-lips wide and exposed the shimmering, slippery 
pinkness inside.

He put his face very near. Jacky moaned and bucked her 
hips up and couldn't resist cupping the back of his 
head and pulling his mouth against her steaming cunt.

"God, Shaun -- lick my pussy! Eat it! Make me come, 
honey!"

"Oh-h-h," he groaned shudderingly.

He resisted. A cunt was a strange thing, wet and steamy 
and funny-smelling. But the pressure of her hand was 
strong, and he didn't want to screw up any more than he 
had already.

His mouth opened. His lips came against hers. He tasted 
the musky sweetness of her slippery juices flowing from 
inside her sweet hole, and he whimpered shudderingly.

"Ahhh, it's good!" he cried. "Mom -- I'm going to eat 
your cunt!"

He plastered his mouth over her whole pussy and shook 
from head to toe. Jacky cried out with passion and 
arched up, her tits jiggling on her chest, her cunt 
flaps being sucked into the depths of his warm mouth.

"Yaaah!" she cried. "Eat my cunt! Suck it! Lick it! 
Fuck your tongue into it! Ahhhhgh! That's the way! 
Ohhh, what a cunt-licking lover!"

Jessica watched. It was happening again. Just the same 
as with the delivery boy. Only this was her son. He was 
going absolutely wild over the shaved cunt.

She could see his lips flare out over her sister's 
juicy hole. She could see the way his tongue worked 
back and forth and fucked into the slippery meat of her 
cunt.

She shivered and raped her own drooling, spasming pussy 
with her fingers again and again, feeling the thrust of 
his tongue into her own cunt every time it shot into 
Jacky's.

She was hot. She was more than hot. She was ready to 
explode from the bathroom and fling herself onto the 
bed and join them. She should be getting all that 
loving from her son, not Jacky.

But she stayed where she was. She couldn't risk undoing 
all that Jacky had done so far. Shaun was a changed 
boy. Things would be different from now on.

"Ahhh, honey!" Jacky cried. "You're going to make Mom 
come! Ohhh, just like Daddy, Shaun! You're going to 
suck Mom into a big, wet orgasm!"

"Yes! Ohhh, yes!" he cried.

He shook all over. He thrust his head back into her 
steaming crotch. He fucked her with his tongue and his 
lips, and there was no hesitancy or fear about the way 
he did it at all.

Jacky heaved and tossed under him. She wasn't in 
control any more. Not right at that instant, anyway. 
Her cunt ran a stream, and his lapping tongue was there 
to lick it up and swallow down the new, exciting juice.

"Yes! Oh, yes!" she cried, splitting her thighs open, 
wrapping them about his head. "I'm coming! Darling -- 
you're making Mom come! Here... ohhhh, here it comes 
Shaun! YAHHHH!"

She gave a sharp twist. Her ass-cheeks bumped up and 
down on the bed. Her hand mashed against the back of 
his head and glued his mouth to her blasting cunt.

He stayed with her all the way, as if he were the most 
experienced cunt-sucker around. He lapped and lapped. 
He sucked the nub of her clit. He rimmed her cunt mouth 
and dipped into the brown pucker of her asshole and 
then shoved his tongue all the way up her sweltering, 
spasming pussy hole.

"Ahhh, that was wonderful, Shaun!" Jacky cried finally.

She lifted up slightly and clung to him and smiled 
warmly. She let her cunt stay hanging open, right under 
his face. It sucked and pulsed and dribbled with the 
last little shivers of orgasm.

"Did I do it right, Aunt Jacky?" he asked, smiling 
happily, knowing damn well he had.

"Not Aunt Jacky, darling," she said. "We're not 
finished yet. Are we?"

"I hope not, Mom," he ginned shakily. "Oh? Is there 
something else you want to do?"

"You know there is!"

"Now, I wonder what that would be," Jacky grinned, 
reaching forward, wrapping her fingers around his 
reaching, straining, pulsing, iron-hard cock.

"I want to fuck you," he said boldly. "Tell me more, 
darling."

"I want to slip my big hard prick into your hot cunt 
and slide it back and forth and fuck you until we both 
blast off!"

"Ohhh, that's sweet music to my ears!"

"Then get ready, Mom! I'm going to fuck you!" He 
covered her. She went down under him, flinging her legs 
wide, cupping his body with her steaming, jumping 
crotch.


CHAPTER NINE
============

Jessica sucked in her breath. She watched the lift of 
her son's round ass. She saw the crack between his 
cheeks, the balls dangling between his thighs, the 
thrust of his giant prick.

She watched the way her sister spread out under him, 
and she was churning with envy. She swirled her hand 
over her cunt again and again, but fingers just weren't 
enough any more.

She searched quickly for the item she knew was in the 
bathroom, making a clatter and banging they should have 
heard. She didn't care if they heard her any more. She 
was ready to go out and snatch her son from her sister 
and take his cherry prick into her own cunt.

Her fingers squeezed around the new, slick tube of 
toothpaste. She hurried back to the hamper. She lifted 
one leg and looked through the crack in the door and 
spread her cunt-lips with the fingers of one hand and 
held the tube with the other.

It was a huge tube -- the family size. She timed it 
just right. She watched her son's ass lower. She 
watched his prick throb and shake as it neared Jacky's 
bald little cunt mouth.

"Ah! Ah!" he gasped suddenly. "Aunt Jacky! Mom! God! 
Ohhh, I can't hold... YAAAAGH!"

"Oh, God! You're coming! It's all right, darling! Ohhh, 
don't waste it all! Fuck it into me! Fuck -- ah! 
Ahhhh!"

His prick trembled wildly as the tip hovered over her 
spread-open cunt mouth. Then it exploded, blasting the 
hole and the puffy lips and her whole crotch with 
scalding cum.

His prick spurted and spewed, showered her crotch, 
bathing every inch of her pink flesh. Jacky reached 
between their bodies quickly and gripped his cock and 
pulled.

Her pussy mouth sucked up and down, wet from her own 
juices, wetter still from his flood of cum.

She drew the head of his spewing prick into her hole. 
Cum spewed and splashed everywhere as jets blasted off 
her tissues from point-blank range.

And then he was shooting into her as his cock slid and 
tumbled and thrust into her sodden, slippery cunt hole.

She pulled tightly at his ass, yanking him into her, 
drinking up the blasting fountain with her sucking 
cunt.

He plowed against her, their bodies sliding and 
slipping together through the lubricating juices. He 
plunged all the way up her cunt and made her hips tip 
up and toss and her mouth fall open widely.

"OH, GOD!" she cried throatily.

His prick was huge. It filled her tiny cunt completely. 
The blasting stream from it hosed as hard in her pussy 
as it had over her crotch.

It stretched into her body with each pump of jism, with 
each spasm of his climax, and it was one of the 
biggest, hardest, most exciting pricks she'd ever 
fucked her cunt around.

Jessica watched her sister lunge and thrash. She saw 
the way Jacky's arms flew around Shaun's neck and 
hugged him to her. She heard the moaning and whimpering 
of their incredibly wet union, and she fucked the big 
slick tube of toothpaste up her cunt as far as it would 
go.

She pumped it back and forth. The tube made sloshing 
sounds in her wet cunt. It was hard, but it yielded 
just enough to the squeezing of her cunt muscles to 
feel good.

"Mom! God! Ohhh, your pussy! I've never felt anything 
so wonderful! God! Ohhh, I'm going to come again!"

"Yes! Yes, darling! Me too! Ohhh, fuck it into me, 
Shaun! God, give it to me again!"

Jacky was shocked. He'd just sucked her off to a big 
orgasm, and she was ready again. Just like a teenager 
with steamy panties. God, it was great to fuck kids!

"Ahhhhh!" she groaned loudly. "I'm coming, Shaun! Fuck 
me! Fuck Mom and Aunt Jacky and Nancy and everybody! 
Fuck them all with your big, blasting prick!"

"I am!" he cried. "Here it comes! Ohhh, God!"

He whimpered and moaned. He ground his hips against her 
split-open crotch. He rammed his big prick all the way 
up her body and let the spasms sweep through him again.

His cum blasted and hosed. He filled her cunt full. It 
ran and spurted from between her naked pussy-lips and 
his plunging shaft and coated their thighs and crotches 
with still another load.

Jessica whistled through her nose as she watched them. 
The tube flew in and out of her dripping cunt. She 
pumped her hips against it and rolled her clit with her 
thumb and she exploded with them, her yearning pussy 
squeezing spasmodically around the big tube until she 
weaved dizzily and had to sit down.

She panted and watched them through the crack. Jacky 
had done it. It was over. He was cherried now. He was a 
stud.

And she was ready and eager to fuck her son.

"Go ahead, Jessica," Jacky said with a taunting smile. 
"What are you waiting for?"

"I'm still afraid."

"I thought you were ready now. That's what you told me 
last night after he went to bed."

"Did you have to fuck him so much, Jacky?" she asked 
snappishly.

Jacky laughed softly. "No, I didn't have to. I wanted 
to. He learned very fast. I liked it, darling. And you 
liked watching, too. I heard you in there, coming and 
coming. Your cunt must be rubbed raw by now."

"It is," Jessica said. "But did you have to do 
everything? You could have left me something to give 
him so that it would be new for him."

"Darling, I did," Jacky smiled. She leaned closer to 
her sister and put her hand out. She cupped Jessica's 
pointed tit through the filmy nightie and gave it a 
gentle squeeze.

"What?" Jessica said. "I didn't see anything you left 
out. You jacked him off, you sucked him clear down your 
throat, you fucked him, and you made him eat your pussy 
and tits. What else is left, Jacky, for God's sake!"

Jacky smiled again. "The best of all, sweetie." She 
moved her hand and kneaded gently. "Your ass."

Jessica whipped her head around and gasped. "Oh, God!"

"That big prick right up your ass, darling -- hosing 
and squirting, giving you a hot, white enema!"

"Ohhhh..." Jessica groaned, shivering wildly.

Her ass-cheeks clamped together. The squeezing of 
Jacky's hand was like an electric current through her 
body. She remembered the huge, stuffing feel of Gil's 
prick fucking up her ass the night before he left, and 
she didn't know if she could take that again.

But it wouldn't be Gil's pick this time. It would be 
Shaun's young cock. Her son's!

"Go on, now," Jacky urged. "Quit stalling. Keep the 
lights out so there's no chance he'll know. Then go in 
there and pretend you're me and let him fuck you 
silly."

Jessica shivered again, a small sound escaping her 
lips. It was so deceitful, so shameless, so perverted. 
But her cunt was so hot she couldn't stand it any more. 
And she knew that Shaun would freeze up if he suspected 
he was really fucking his mother.

Jacky pushed. Jessica got off the bed wordlessly. She 
felt lightheaded. With each step toward the door, there 
was growing realization that she was on her way into 
her son's room to fuck his prick into her body.

There was something ancient about it, something with 
the flavor of a ritual. She felt the film nightie 
whisper against her bare legs and flow around her 
naked, round ass-cheeks and slip against her bald cunt 
and pouting nipples, and she sucked in her breath with 
terrible heat flashing through her.

"Go on," Jacky urged. "Don't stop, Jessica. Don't stop, 
or you'll never go."

"I shouldn't."

"You want it. It'll be good for him. It'll be good for 
both of you. It might even be good for Gil. Maybe he 
won't feel so superior any more. Like such a stud."

"Gil?" Jessica asked, her voice hollow and strange. 
"Good for Gil?"

"Sure. If he finds out, you'll have a reason. Shaun is 
tender and gentle. That's why. Maybe it'll make him 
more tender, less of a raping bull."

"Gil would kill him if he found out." Her voice shook.

"I don't think so. I think he'll have mixed emotions. 
He'll want to kill, and he'll be proud at the same 
time. It'll make him think. You're not just a box for 
Shaun to bang. You're his mother. How much more skill 
is there in seducing your mother than a hot young cunt? 
It'll make Gil think."

"But Shaun hasn't seduced me. I'm doing it to him. You 
did it."

"Gil doesn't need to know that. Besides, maybe he'll 
quit that damn oil job now -- get himself off that rig 
before he ends up dead the way Stan did. He won't want 
to leave you home along with Shaun any more. Or maybe 
he will, I don't know. Better Shaun than catting around 
behind his back. Maybe he'll look at it that way and be 
relieved."

"Yes. He might."

Jessica stood in front of the door. Her voice sounded 
very funny to her. While she was talking about Gil, 
there was a cool remoteness to her thoughts, as if 
something were about to be resolved between them, as 
though she were asserting herself for the first time. 
Enough to make him listen finally.

It would be good. All around, it would be good.

She opened the door and stepped into the dark hall. She 
walked quickly down it. She didn't knock on Shaun's 
door. She opened it and went into his room.

There was a gasp. She heard the quick rustle of sheets. 
In stray light from outside, she saw that he was naked 
on the bed and that his cock was standing stiffly in 
the air. He pulled the sheet over it quickly and sat up 
and looked embarrassed.

"Aunt Jacky?" he whispered.

"Yes," Jessica said. Her heart pounded. She shut the 
door. "But don't forget our little game, honey," she 
said, trying to use Jacky's words, Jacky's inflections.

"How could I forget?" he whispered.

"Then what are you supposed to call me?"

"Mom!"

She went to the bed and stood beside it. The light came 
through her nightie. He saw the outline of her body 
through it, and she shivered with the knowledge that 
she was nearly nude for him and would soon be fucking 
him.

"What were you doing when I came in, darling?" She saw 
the hump in the sheet. She reached forward brazenly, 
trying to still the trembling in her fingers. Jacky's 
fingers wouldn't be trembling right now.

"Aw, Aunt -- Mom!" he gasped.

She caught hold of his stiff cock. Thrills chased 
through her body and made her moan.

"Ohhhh, Brucie -- you were jacking off, weren't you?"

"Yes! I couldn't help it! I laid here and thought about 
what we did last night, and I was hoping you'd come in 
just the way you did! Ohhhh, Mom!" he gasped.

She sat on the bed with him. "You know what to do by 
now, don't you, honey?" she said.

She shivered again. She was glad he knew. She didn't 
have the nerve to initiate it beyond what she'd already 
done.

"You bet I do," he said. "Come here, Mom. I've got a 
big hard prick. It's right here, and you've got your 
hand around it, and it wants to fuck into your hot, wet 
cunt again."

"Do you think you can have a little more control over 
yourself tonight, Brucie?" she asked.

"I-I can try, Mom."

"Then I'll -- ohhh, God, I'll let you fuck me, Shaun!" 
she gasped.

There! It was out! She'd said it!

"Ohhh, Mom!" he whimpered, reaching for her.

He reached for the tie on her nightie and undid it. 
Jessica helped him. It slipped from her shoulders and 
bared her pointed, thrusting tits.

He cupped them in his hands and felt them. She gasped 
and drew in a shaking breath and leaned against him, 
swimming with heat, her bald cunt running already.

"Ohhh, they're extra hard and big tonight, Mom," Shaun 
whispered. "The nipples."

"Oh, suck them, darling! Suck them! Suck Mom's tits!"

Jessica was nearly beside herself. Jacky's words came 
easily to her lips. They should. She'd wanted to say 
them many times in the past.

Shaun gasped and held her tit in his hand and sucked 
his mouth down over the end of it. Jessica moaned and 
lay back, feeling the wet warmth start at her tit end 
and spread through her whole body until she was aflame.

"God, darling! It's good! Ohhh, Shaun!"

"Mom! Ohhh, I love you Mom! I love sucking your tits!"

"Is that all you love doing to your mom, honey?"

"Not by far, Mom!"

"Then do it! God, hurry up and do it!"

"Jesus, Mom!" he gasped. "You're so different tonight!"

Jessica stiffened. "Different?"

"Hot! Ready! Is this the way Nancy's going to be, Mom?"

"Yes, darling -- yes," Jessica sighed.

She was glad he'd said that. It made it more right 
somehow. Not as perverted. He wasn't going to fall in 
love with his mother. He was still thinking of Nancy. 
Fucking his mother was merely training, the way 
learning to eat with good manners was training.

"Ohhhh, Shaun -- take this nightie off me! Hurry, 
darling! Oh, gently, Shaun -- gently."

"Okay, Mom!" he gasped, keeping a check on himself.

His prick throbbed and bucked under her fingers. She 
lifted the sheet from it at the same time he was 
slipping the filmy garment off her body. They stared 
through the dimness at each other's bodies at the same 
time.

"Ohhh, I love your bald curt, Mom! I love it! I want to 
suck it again!"

"Shaun! Oh, Shaun..." Jessica gasped.

He didn't pause. His fingers stroked up her thighs. 
Gently, tenderly. The way she'd always dreamed Gil 
would learn how to do it.

She felt his breath against her skin. Her legs parted 
of their own volition, spreading wide, making her 
slick, shameless cunt open with them and run slippery 
honey from its depths.

His breath puffed against her slit. His cheek touched 
her thigh. She arched up and put her hand to the back 
of his head and closed her eyes and nearly swooned when 
his mouth opened and his soft lips covered the whole of 
her cunt at once.

"Ahhhh, darling!" she cried tightly, arching up again.

His lips were all over her cunt. His tongue washed up 
and down her slit. It rolled the straining, flaming 
knob of her clitoral button and swept down again, 
massaging her flesh, steaming it up to unbelievable 
wetness and heat.

When his tongue thrust into her slippery, pulsing, 
sucking cunt hole, she let out a thin scream and came.

"Ahhh, darling!" she cried.

He attacked her then. His tongue thrust and stabbed. 
His lips compressed around her cunt and sucked the 
puffy flesh of her pussy-lips into his mouth. His 
fingers trailed all over her thighs and ass crack and 
teased her asshole and made it pulse wildly.

"God! God!" she gasped finally.

Shaun lifted his head and grinned at her through the 
dimness. "Gosh, Mom -- that was quick!"

"That's because -- because you're so good, Shaun," she 
said, cupping the back of his head. She was pleased 
with herself for thinking so fast. It was better 
telling him that than telling him how hot she was.

"Am I really that good, Aunt Jacky?"

"Shaun," she said. "I'm not Aunt Jacky. I'm your 
mother."

Her heart pounded. She didn't know why she felt she had 
to tell him. Maybe it was a last effort to back out 
before his prick entered the hole from which he had 
been born.

"Yeah, okay. I forgot."

"You didn't forget, darling. I'm your mother."

"All right, Mom. I don't know why you want me to say 
that. She wouldn't ever come in here like this. She'd 
be too afraid."

Jessica looked at him. He didn't really know. He 
thought she was Jacky.

"You were too afraid too, Shaun," she said.

"I know. Not that I didn't want to. But."

"Do you think you could fuck her now, darling?"

"Yes!"

"Then do it, Shaun! God, slip that big prick into my 
cunt and fuck me!"

He hesitated. He snorted through his nose with heat. He 
looked at her and shook his head.

"Boy, you're sure different tonight."

"And you talk too much. Nancy won't like that."

Shaun shut up then. He clamped his lips around her tit 
and sucked it deeply into his mouth. He kicked all the 
sheets and garments from the bed and held his thrusting 
prick in his hand. He came over her, gazing down.

"Look -- I'm not coming yet!"

"Wait until that big cock is in my cunt. I'll make it 
come!"

"I can hold it, Mom."

"We'll see."

He touched the head to her cunt mouth. It was warm and 
velvety and open. Jessica moaned and felt her pussy 
flesh spasm and drool lewdly.

Her thighs spread as widely as they could, and she 
lifted up with her hips, sucking his cock into her cunt 
with flexing, pulsing muscles and silky, oiled flesh.

"Ahhhhh, God!" she moaned.

"I'm not coming, Mom!" he grunted.

"You will! Ohhh, I'm going to fuck that big cock until 
it blows my cunt full of jism! Ohhh, I'm fucking it and 
fucking it! Can you feel me fuck it, darling! Ohhhh!"

Jessica went wild. She couldn't believe the sensations 
chasing through her. The prick was giant. It had the 
hardness of youthful vigor.

Her cunt sucked and pulsed all around it. Her tissues 
sucked and squeezed and drooled. She shook her ass up 
and down and made big circles with her hips.

She fucked his cock as if it were the most wonderful 
prick on earth, and she held nothing back.

"Ohhhh, I'm not coming!" Shaun gasped, gritting his 
teeth, holding on for all he was worth.

"Well, I am!" Jessica cried.

What a joy! What a blessed, blissful fuck! She could do 
anything to his prick, and he didn't end it with a big 
blast into her cunt and a heavy thud against her chest.

That was the way Gil did it. That was the way she was 
so tired of doing. And then she knew what Gil's problem 
was. For all the women he'd fucked and bragged over, 
he'd learned only to fuck at them, not with them, the 
way Shaun was doing.

She reached high. It came to her. The huge waves of 
orgasm spilled and washed over her. She swirled her 
flooded cunt around his skewering cock and loved the 
most wonderful fucking she'd ever had.

Her cunt sucked and spasmed. Her heart pounded. Her 
arms flew about her son's neck and hugged him tightly, 
and she felt a quivering scream come up from the depths 
of her body and pass between her lips and fill the room 
with sound.

"YAAAAGH! Darling! Shaun! Ohhh, fuck me, fuck me! Fuck 
your mother again and again!"

Shaun grunted and gasped. He held his prick fully into 
her cunt and let her twist and shudder around the stiff 
shaft.

"I'm -- not... coming..." he gasped tightly.

Jessica fell back. She was dizzy. She felt ready to 
black out. She gasped and panted. Her whole body 
tingled as it never had before. Her tits were swollen 
to twice their normal size, it seemed, and they were 
rock hard.

The nipples stood out from the ends of them, red and 
rubbery and long. Her whole ass quivered and shook. She 
felt his monstrously hard cock throb and jerk in the 
depths of her cunt, and she saw the way he gritted his 
teeth and kept himself from coming.

"Ohhhh, Shaun! You did it! You made me come, and you 
didn't come yourself! Oh, you darling! You deserve a 
reward!"

"Ohhhh, Mom!" he gasped, his prick shuddering 
threateningly with her promise.

Jessica slipped her cunt back from his cock quickly. 
She held the slippery pole. She gasped. She felt her 
ass-cheeks tighten and quake.

"Shaun -- don't come yet."

"I-I won't, Mom!" he gasped.

"I want you to do something. There's one thing we 
haven't done yet. But you're going to have to be 
gentle."

"I will, Mom!" he gasped again.

"Ohhhh, Nancy's going to love this, Shaun. And it's 
safe. You won't get her pregnant when you fuck her this 
way."

"Fuck her what... way?" he gasped again. He looked at 
her. What was she talking about? There was only one way 
to fuck. And he'd just fucked her into a hot wild 
orgasm that way.

Jessica saw his puzzlement. She said nothing. She made 
room for herself. She rolled over under him onto her 
belly. She looked at him over her shoulder. She thrust 
her ass up and back and spread her legs wide.

"Shaun! Fuck Mom's ass!" she cried.

"Ass!" he choked.

He gripped his cock. It trembled wildly.

"Don't come!" she cried.

He yanked his hand away. He stared down at the tight, 
round balls of her ass-cheeks and ran his hands over 
them. He palmed them apart.

"Ohhhh, Mom! You don't mean it!" he gasped.

"Put your big cock in my asshole and see if I don't 
mean it, darling," she moaned.

She weaved her ass back and forth, like a flag, urging 
him on. He got to his knees between her legs and 
approached her. He held his cock again.

"Is it wet?" she asked.

"Sort of," he said.

"Stick it in my cunt again, then, and get it wet and 
slippery, honey. Don't come! If you come in my cunt, 
you can't fuck my ass!"

"Ohhh, God..." he groaned.

He pressed up behind her. He fed his stiff, iron-hard 
cock into her cunt hole again. It was twice as slippery 
and juicy in there as it had been before, and he 
wondered where it had all come from.

He pumped her cunt twice. He didn't dare fuck her there 
any more. He let his prick soak. Then he pulled it out 
and saw the light gleam from the juicy shaft of his 
cock.

"Gently, darling -- tenderly..." Jessica moaned.

"I will, Mom!" he gasped.

He came up behind her again. He pushed at her ass-
cheeks. Jessica moaned and couldn't keep her ass still. 
The head of his cock slipped over her asshole and sent 
it into spasms.

"Ohhh, God -- try again, darling! I want your prick up 
my ass! All the way up your mother's ass!"

"God -- oh, God!" he moaned, shaking his head with 
sexual delirium. His prick was so loaded it was ready 
to rupture.

He aimed again. He tipped the wet, slippery head of his 
cock against her puckered asshole. He pushed, gently 
but firmly.

"Yes! Ohhh, that's it! Press! Wait! Ohhh, let me loosen 
up! Here, let me play with my cunt a minute! Ohhh, that 
feels so gooood!"

The bed jiggled. Shaun gasped. He looked down and saw 
her fingers wriggle out from between her thighs. They 
slid back and forth, and he knew she was finger-fucking 
her cunt. The top of his head felt as if it were about 
to come off.

He pressed the head of his dick against her tight 
asshole. Amazingly, her anal ring began to loosen and 
soften. His cockhead was surrounded more and more by 
warm, clinging, tight ass flesh.

He pressed again. Jessica moaned and felt fire blaze 
all through her body. Not pain. Good fire.

Her asshole opened wide. The big mushroom head of his 
cock slipped past her anal ring. The shaft slid and 
slid. It plowed into her shit chute. It reamed up her 
ass. It fucked into her very depths and thrilled her 
beyond belief.

"Ahhhhh!" she cried tightly. "Shaun!"

"Am I hurting you, Mom?" he cried.

"No! Fuck me! Fuck me all the way! Come in my ass, 
darling! Blast my ass full of cum! Ohhh, give me a big 
white enema! FUCK MOM'S ASS, DARLING!"

"YAAAAH!" he cried.

He pressed all the way up her ass. Her anal ring 
spasmed around the root of his prick. His balls drew up 
and quavered. He could feel the big bolts of jism 
rumbling threateningly.

He heard the door open and saw the light come on and 
stared at his Aunt Jacky.

"MOM!" he cried.

His cock exploded, sending torrents of scalding cum up 
his mother's ass. There was no question of it this 
time. It was his mother's ass. And he had fucked her 
silky, shaking, horny cunt. He had made her come 
wildly, harder than his father, her husband, ever had.

Pride swelled through him. His prick stretched another 
inch into his mother's ass. He watched his aunt toss 
off the filmy robe she was wearing and stand there with 
her bald cunt gleaming in the light.

He watched her reach between her legs and masturbates 
her cunt to flaming heat before she got into the bed 
with them and offered her silky pussy to his mother's 
open, gasping mouth.

"Ahhhhh, Jacky!" Jessica cried. "Ohhh, he blasted my 
asshole full! He made my cunt shake and come the way it 
never has! Ahhhhh, give me your cunt -- your wonderful 
cunt to suck! Ohhhh, I want to kiss your sweet pussy 
until you come and come, you wonderful sister!"

Jacky lifted her hips. She spread her legs wide. She 
pulled her naked cunt-lips wide with the tips of her 
fingers and offered her swimming hole to her sister's 
mouth.

She looked up at Shaun. She winked before she moaned 
with the thrust of Jessica's tongue into her steaming 
cunt.

"You learned, honey," she said to him.

"Ahhhh, I'm going to come again!" he cried, sliding his 
prick back and forth in the clinging hole between his 
mother's ass-cheeks.

Jessica bubbled into the wet flesh of her sister's 
cunt. "Ohhhh, teach Gil next, Jacky!" she cried. "Teach 
Gil too!"

Jacky cupped the back of her head. She lifted her cunt 
high from the bed.

"I will, darling -- I will!"

"He'll love learning from you. He always had the hots 
for you."

"I know."

"Jacky, don't leave us! Stay with us! Fuck us!"

Jacky laughed softly and then moaned as Jessica's 
tongue slithered far up her wet cunt.

"Ohhhh, honey -- you're learning too! That was a good 
one, Jessica -- do it again! Ahhh, again!"

"Aunt Jacky? Teach Nancy? Make her want my prick?"

"You first, Shaun. That's your job, not mine. I'll tell 
you what she'll like -- your mom and I will. But you're 
on your own now. It's time for you to be a man."

He groaned and shoved his cock all the way into his 
mother's ass and came again, his mind already thinking 
of how it was going to be with Nancy next Friday night.

End (temporarily)

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a 
fellow convict in their local prison.
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