Their horny new mom



Outwardly, suburbia maintains the straitlaced, middle-class look that belies the social ferment behind closed doors.

There is secret use of drugs, fed by the marijuana syndrome. There is the river of alcohol flooding from door to door under the euphemism of social drinking. Then, of course, inevitably there is the advent of mate swapping. All in the spirit of good, clean fun... but where does the fun stop and the degradation begin? When one excess leads to another and another, to what? When the children set as the pattern of their own life style what already is the norm at home?

This is the story of what outwardly appears a normal average American family. It is starting as a mirror of a way of life behind closed doors. No facade. No regrets. Indeed, for this family, pleasures of the flesh are the norm.

THEIR HORNY NEW MOM -- a novel of fiction for entertainment. A page of our restless society seen as food for serious thought.



CHAPTER ONE

Marilyn Green snuggled closer to her husband and stroked his thigh. He snored and mumbled in his sleep, and Marilyn decided to awaken him. She felt terribly horny and needed sex if she was ever going to fall asleep tonight.

Like a good and grateful wife, she had waited for Paul to make the first move. During the six months they had been married, she had always waited for him to make the first move.

He seldom did.

She moved her hand to his chest and felt his hard muscles and tiny nipples. She knew that Paul's interest in sex was minimal. She knew it before they got married. But she loved him and hoped he would change. She sighed softly. So far there had been little change. If anything he was less interested than ever.

When she'd met Paul Green she'd been so happy. A women in her later twenties had problems if she wasn't married. Even if she looked like Marilyn.

Marilyn knew she was pretty and she knew her figure was as good as a teen's. But, still, a man Paul's age could have his pick while a woman's options demised every year she stayed single.

Now Marilyn snuggled closer to Paul and rubbed her tits against his back. She was so hot she could feel the moisture between her legs. Even when she was single and taking care of her elderly parents, she'd masturbated regularly. Even if her sex life was uneventful, she didn't walk around with a horny cunt.

She reached down and found his cock and balls. She held them in her hand and he thrashed his arms and mumbled. She continued stroking his balls, hoping he would awaken.

When she met Paul, all the sacrifices she had made for her parents paid off. Her mother had just passed away and she was all alone. And meeting Paul had been like a dream come true.

He was handsome and divorced with two teenage sons. His ex-wife lived in England and was no problem and besides Paul had custody of the boys.

Mark and Steve were sweet and bright and they liked Marilyn. She had no problem being a step-mother. She loved it. She wasn't enthused about the fact that Paul's older sister, Denise, lived with them. But nothing in life was perfect and even Denise was nicer to her lately.

She stroked Paul's inner thighs and kissed his shoulder. She could get up and go into the bathroom and masturbate. But why should she have to bring herself off when she had a husband to do it? Why should she have to use her own fingers when she had a perfectly good prick right here in bed with her?

It's not like I didn't know Paul had a low sex-drive, she thought. That had been the one thing about him that turned her off. But again, life wasn't perfect. And she had hopes that he would change. Even after six months, she still hoped he'd change.

It wasn't as if she'd had much experience. She had one boyfriend for years and they fucked regularly, but they never did anything unusual.

She giggled softly when she thought about Harold. They had fucked once a week after her folks were in bed and when she was sure they were fast asleep. She and Harold never did anything fancy. They never even undressed. He fucked her in the missionary position on the living room sofa. He always had a towel nearby to clean himself off. He never asked her to go down on him and he never went down on her. Two weeks before she met Paul, Harold ran off with a stripper. He left a note for her, telling her he felt stifled by his life and by her. He felt stifled! she thought.

She lifted her nightgown and thrust her bare cunt against Paul's ass. She felt so safe and secure with her new husband. When she met him, she had hoped that he would introduce her to all kinds of wild sex she'd only read about. But he wasn't very different from Harold. He, too, preferred the missionary position. Once a week. And so far he'd never touched his lips to her cunt, or let her suck his cock.

She squeezed his cock and he finally awakened. "What's going on, hon?" he yawned.

"I'm horny," she said. "I want my marital rights."

He snickered. One of the things he loved about her was her sense of humor. "I've got a rough day tomorrow, sweetheart. Do you mind if we skip the gymnastics tonight?"

Marilyn said nothing, but she pumped his prick and stroked his thigh. Despite his words, she felt his cock harden in her hand. After a few moments, he turned around and faced her.

"I didn't know I married a hot-blooded broad," he said, his voice husky with sleep.

"But, darling," she whispered, using both hands to caress him. "All evening I thought about nothing but your prick and how good it feels when you fuck me." She thought maybe he would respond to flattery and in truth she had thought about getting laid all evening.

Her fingers played over his dick-tip. She teased the flared rim under his knob and tangled her fingernails in his cock-bush. Her pussy tingled with excitement as his prick throbbed inter hand.

"Darling?" she said.

"What?" he said.

"Is it getting to you?"

"Yeah, I know." He yawned loudly.

"Don't go back to sleep!"

"Jesus, who can sleep?"

"Now that you're all hot and bothered, what are you going to do with this thing?"

"Who's hot and bothered?"

"You are and you know it. Your cock couldn't be stiffer."

"Jesus, hon, I'm bushed. Go to sleep and we'll fuck Saturday night."

"Honey, this is Tuesday. I can't wait until Saturday."

"That's what a guy gets for marrying a spinster."

"Who's a spinster?" She pinched his cockhead until he groaned.

"Only kidding, baby, only kidding."

"Oh, honey, I just love your cock," she sighed. "Why won't you let me suck it?"

"Oh, shit, if you want to so badly, go ahead and suck it."

Well, that's progress, she thought. Shivering slightly, she slipped down on the bed and moved her head under the blanket. In a moment she found Paul's prick and fastened her lips, to the swollen tip.

"Jesus, don't bite if off," he muttered.

She worked her lips over his prickshaft. She used her tongue and her teeth and lips to devour him. She'd sucked off a few men years ago, but it had been a long time. Now she worked Paul over like a starving rat.

She fluttered her tongue up and down his pole and licked around the root. She even licked his balls, something she'd never done before, and thrilled at the taste of the life giving appendages.

She knew she was exciting Paul by the way he reached down and tongued his fingers in her long, thick, dark hair. He shifted his hips around and pumped his prick in and out of the succulence of her lips. There was no doubt about it. He was relishing the feel of her mouth sucking his dick.

"Take it all the way into your mouth, honey," he said. "Can you take it all?"

"I'll try," she said plunging her lips down and taking half his prong into her mouth.

She almost choked and spit it out, but she was surprised at how much she'd been able to take in. Paul's cock was big. Bigger than most, she guessed. And it wasn't easy to fit that big thing into her mouth.

Now Marilyn pushed the blanket aside and crouched on her hands and knees between his legs. Her nightgown bunched up around her hips and her bare ass stuck out.

Her ass was one of her best features. It was round and full, and her hips were slim. She had a lovely curve and men always whistled when she walked down the street.

Now she bent over provocatively and deliberately draped her tits over Paul's legs. He reached down and grabbed one boob in his hand and she trembled with arousal.

She plunged her lips down his prick and moaned as he squeezed her tit. Her boobs were very sensitive. She was able to come once in a while just from playing with them.

The horny young wife was totally turned-on now. Despite Paul's reluctance, he was thoroughly aroused. His prick was stiff as steel and seemed as eager as she for fucking. Her cunt was awash with juice and throbbing with heat and hungry for the feel of her husband's dick.

Now that she was getting what she wanted, she didn't mind waiting. She wanted him at the peak of excitement so maybe he would let her get on top. But even the missionary position appealed to her at this point.

She tirelessly bobbed her head up and down over his fuckpole. Her hair flew over her face, clinging to the perspiration dripping down her temples. Her tongue probed Paul's jizz-slit and lapped over his nuts.

She grunted when she sucked his entire fuckknob into her mouth. How she loved the taste and feel of his bloated knob! How she loved the taste of his cock-cream as it leaked out of the tip!

She thought about bow it would feel when his prick was finally inside her. She pressed her tits against him and suctioned half his shaft into her mouth. When he fucked her, he directed his shaft over her cunt. That part was always good. But he didn't do it long enough and she was never able to come.

The truth was she never came when he fucked her. Not once in the six months of their marriage or during their engagement. The only time she climaxed was when she brought herself off. She was determined to change all that now. Now that they were married, she could demand more of him.

Her pussy ached with the need to be filled. And soon it would be filled with a nice, stiff cock. Paul was groaning, lying back against the pillow and clutching her head.

She felt the blood thumping through his body and she longed to get on top of him and sink down onto his dick. But she knew he would be angry if she was that aggressive, so she restrained herself.

Paul muttered and thrust himself forward against her face. His cock surged into her throat and she gagged slightly, but managed to hold it there for a moment.

"Get it in there!" he said, thrusting his dick into her throat.

She held her breath and controlled her gag-reflex. And she held him there against her windpipe and relished the pleasure she was giving them both.

Still, as much as she loved sucking his cock, she was worried that he might come in her mouth and leave her frustrated. She didn't want to wind up in the bathroom using her fingers on her pussy. No! she thought as she released his prick from her throat. Not tonight!

He grabbed her hair roughly and tried to push it back into her mouth. "Why'd you stop?"

She crawled over next to him and lay on her side. "I didn't want you to come."

"What the hell," he muttered. "What were you sucking it for if you didn't want me to come?"

"I wanted to get you excited so we could fuck?"

"Jesus, Marilyn, when a guy gets sucked, he wants to come. Didn't you know that?"

"Oh, Paul, that's not true." She tried to tease him by kissing his navel, but he pushed her away.

"No, seriously, if a women sucks a guy, she's got to expect him to come. That's the way it is and that's why I don't dig it. I warned you I didn't like it, didn't I?"

"Yes, but you seemed to like it just now."

"Jesus, Marilyn, it feels good. It's just that I knew we'd have this argument. Now, will you go to sleep?"

"But, I'm horny," she pouted, draping one leg over his hip.

"And I'm tired."

"Let me get on top and I'll do the work. You won't have to do a thing, but lay there."

"Jesus, you're too much. Where's the timid girl I met and married."

Marilyn giggled as she pulled her nightgown over her head and climbed on top of him. She flung one leg over and straddled his crotch. She positioned her snatch over his up thrust prick. "What timid girl?"

He groaned, but chuckled despite himself. "Who says women don't change once they're married?"

Marilyn giggled as she hovered over him and rubbed her cunt against his cock and balls. She ground herself against him and slipped his cockhead inside her hairy cuntlips.

This was the first time she'd gotten, on top, and she was overwhelmed with excitement. Maybe it was the start of a new era for them. Maybe now they would do all the wild things she'd read about for years.

Without thinking, she sat down on his prick. It soared into her cunt-channel and she gripped it with her strong interior muscles. "Honey, you're in!" she said.

"Yeah, I know."

"It feels so good!" She threw her head back and closed her eyes. Her entire body felt incredibly alive. This was what life was all about. Two bodies becoming one.

Every nerve-ending in her cunt blazed. She held him inside her without moving and relished the feeling of being penetrated. She thought about the last time she and Harold had fucked and how boring it had been. Harold always made sure she came though. He used his finger on her cunt after they fucked and even though it wasn't the most exciting climax in the world he made sure she wasn't left totally frustrated.

Which was more than Paul did and he was her husband. But that was in the past. Tonight was a watershed. She knew that instinctively. It was the beginning of their marriage and from now on things would be wonderful.

She began to bounce and jiggle her ass, raising and lowering herself. A dim light filled the room, the light from the streetlights outside. She glanced down and saw Paul's dick as she raised herself and kept only his cockhead in her twat. It glistened with her juice. It shone with it.

Paul closed his eyes and his face was expressionless. A monotonous groan escaped his throat. But his cock responded to her cunt. It pulsated body inside her.

"Does it feel good, darling?" she said.

"Yeah, fine."

She bent over and kissed him on the lips. He didn't respond. She tried to force her tongue inside his mouth, but he pushed her away.

"Don't do that."

"Suck my tits, honey?" she said, flopping forward and feeding him one of her long pink nipples.

"Jesus, Marilyn, I've got a big day tomorrow!"

"It won't take much longer, honey," she said, trying to push her tit into his mouth. "Just suck a little."

He opened his mouth and she managed to get a good portion of her tit in. But he sucked without enthusiasm and she finally pulled it out and sat up straight again.

She knew she had a tight cunt. Even Harold had told her that. He told her that her cunt felt like a tight leather glove on his cock. Paul never complimented her on her cunt.

"I'm coming," he muttered now, his face contorted.

Marilyn stopped moving. "Not yet, hon," she said, on the verge of tears. They'd been fucking about a minute. She needed more time. It wasn't fair!

She felt conflicted and torn. On the one hand she wanted to be a good wife. On the other, she had needs too. If she told Paul how frustrated she was, he might be angry. If she didn't tell him, she would remain horny.

His cock imbedded inside her tight snatch, Paul came and after a few jerky thrusts he pulled out of her cunt and rolled onto his belly.

Within two minutes he was asleep. Marilyn watched the minute-hand on the clock next to the bed. Exactly two minutes. She climbed off the bed and padded toward the bathroom.

Paul stirred. "Where you going, hon?"

"To pee."

"You always pee after we fuck."

"Yeah, I do, don't I?"

"Night, babe."

"Goodnight, honey."

Once she was in the bathroom she sat down on the toilet and fingered her hot cunt. Well, I'm married, she thought. And who promised me a rose garden?

CHAPTER TWO

Denise Green felt like she was coming unglued. She pushed a pillow over her head, trying to drown out the sound she heard coming from her brother's room.

It was the sound of fucking. And the blonde was jealous. She couldn't stand the fact that a strange woman had thrust herself into their lives and into her home. A strange woman who had no right to be there was in bed with her brother. Taking Denise's rightful place.

Not that Paul had ever touched her improperly. But in her dreams Denise and her darling younger brother had enjoyed many sexual engagements.

The older women knew that incest was abnormal and frowned on by society. But she only fantasized about it. She'd never think of actually doing it. Or would she?

She turned onto her belly and tried not to hear her sister-in-law moaning next door. She hated Marilyn. She hated her big tits and her long dark hair. She hated her round ass and her long shapely legs. But most of all she hated the way Paul looked at her and the way the boys looked at her when they thought no one was looking. All three looked at her like they wanted to devour her.

Before Paul met Marilyn, Denise had been the most important woman in his life. And in the boys' life too. Paul's wife had taken off shortly after Steve was born and Denise moved in and took over their upbringing. Now Marilyn was here and her place was usurped. It wasn't fair.

She pushed the pillow off her face. At least the moaning stopped. She listened, but there were no more sounds. Then she heard a toilet flush down the hall. She knew it was Marilyn. She was probably wiping away the traces of Paul's ism. Wiping it with toilet tissue and flushin it down the toilet. Denise sobbed deep in her throat. If she had the chance, she'd drink Paul's jism. She'd savor it on her tongue and lick it off his cock.

Denise had been married briefly when she was young. Her husband had deserted her after a few months. She'd never forgiven him or any man. Except for Paul. And of course the boys. She'd forgive the boys anything.

She thought about her older nephew, Mark. God, how she loved the boy! There was something so sweet and boyish about him. So adorably tender.

He was especially nice to her since Paul's marriage. It was almost as if he realized she felt discarded. For a young boy he was remarkably sensitive.

Her pussy throbbed and she couldn't resist putting her hand between her legs. She rubbed herself. Thinking about Mark made her excited. There was no doubt about that.

The next morning she stayed in bed late. She wanted everyone to be gone by the time she arose. She waited, until the house was quiet and then she slipped into a robe and slippers and went downstairs.

She found Mark in the kitchen. "Why aren't you in school?" she said as she poured herself some coffee.

"I didn't get my homework done." He grinned mischievously.

Denise hadn't slept well and now her fingers shook and she felt dizzy. She put the saucer down and hugged her robe closer to her. "I don't feel very well," she said. "I think I better go back to bed."

She returned to her bedroom. She broke out in a cold sweat and climbed into bed. She telephoned her office and said she wouldn't be in. Then she pulled the blanket over her and closed her eyes.

Mark knocked on the door and when she told him to come in he placed her coffee on the table next to her. "I thought you might want this," he said.

"Thanks, darling." Her voice sounded weak, but she felt better.

She sat up and reached for the coffee. The boy began to leave the room, but she patted the bed next to her. "Don't go. Sit down and keep me company awhile."

"Do you want some breakfast?" he said. "No, just the coffee is fine." He sat down next to her and she took his hand. "I'm kind of glad you're here," she said.

"You're not mad?" He still looked to her for parenting. He didn't consider Marilyn his mother.

"I couldn't be mad at you," she said. She was naked under her robe and the blanket slipped down to reveal some of her cleavage. She had nice tits. Big tits. Not as big as Marilyn's, but nothing to be ashamed of.

She noticed the teenage boy staring at her cleavage. Her heart pounded. She clutched the neckline close and kissed his cheek. "I love you boys so much," she said.

"We love you too, Aunt Denise."

"I really shouldn't stay here." She sighed loudly.

"Why?"

"Because your father's married now, and I'm not needed anymore."

"You ought to get married yourself, Auntie," the boy said.

Denise felt depressed. Mark didn't tell her rightful place was here. He told her in essence to get out.

"Why should I get married," she said in a sharp voice. "I was married and it didn't work out. I don't want to get married again. If you want me out of here, just say so. All of you say so."

She burst out into wracking sobs and pulled the blanket over her head. She cried, long and loud, and the teenage boy tried to comfort her.

"I didn't mean it that way," he said, patting her arm through the blanket. "I don't want you to leave. I like having you here. Don't cry, Aunt Denise. I didn't mean it. Honest. You're like a mother to me."

She stopped crying as instantly as she started. She reached for a tissue and blew her nose. She wiped her eyes and took Mark's hand. "I feel better now," she said. "Sometimes a woman just needs a good cry."

The blanket fell back and her cleavage was exposed. Mark gazed at her tits and grinned. "You're just as pretty as Marilyn," he said. "You're real pretty, Auntie. Steve thinks so too."

"Yeah, and Dad thinks you're pretty too. He says you still have one of the best pairs around."

"Did your father say that to you?"

"Yeah, he sure did."

She tousled his hair. "I'm an old lady," she said. "I'll be forty in a few years."

"You don't look it."

"Oh, darling, you know just what to say." She kissed his hand and when he put it down it landed on her tits. He flinched and pulled it away. "I'm sorry, Aunt Denise," he said.

His fingers felt like a hot iron on her flesh. The horny woman leaned against the pillows and breathed deeply. She closed her eyes and fluttered her lashes. She had to control her emotions. She just had to!

Mark began to rise up, but she held on to his hand. "Don't go," she said. A rush of pleasure raged through her, starting with her tits and winding up in her groin. She felt her little pleasure-button pulsate and she giggled nervously. "Don't leave me alone, Mark," she said. "Not today."

Without thinking about it, she took his hand and deliberately placed it over her boobs. "See how fast my heart is beating?" she said. "You've excited me, darling. Did you know that?"

He cleared his throat, but his eyes widened. "No, I didn't know it, Auntie."

The blanket fell to the side and she was totally exposed now. As if in a dream, she untied the belt of her robe and let a tiny bit more of her bare boobs show.

"I'm so lonely, Mark," she said. "Hold me, darling. Please, hold me."

The boy moved closer and awkwardly put his arms around her. She clung to him and grabbed his hand, forcing it between her legs. She sighed when he touched her wet hairy slit.

After that she didn't have to instruct him. The boy did things with her fingers that took her breath away. His hand on her snatch, he leaned over and ran the tip of his tongue aver her tits.

Denise held her breath when he worked his lips down from her boobs to her belly. Her robe was open now and her entire naked body was revealed. When his mouth reached her cunt, she grabbed his hair and pushed his mouth against it.

He picked his head up and gazed at her. She breathed deeply and then she watched as his lips moved closer to her overheated swamp. It had been so long since a man had sucked her pussy. She needed it so badly. She needed a hot young tongue sucking the horny folds of her cunt.

"Lick it, darling," she whispered. "Lick my pussy, darling."

The sob in her voice didn't escape the boy. He gently pushed her thighs apart and climbed onto the bed. Kneeling between her legs, he stared at her snatch.

She clutched her tits and let her legs fall open. She knew she made a wanton sight. She knew what she and her nephew were doing was wrong. But she couldn't stop and didn't want to stop.

Her cunt-bush glistened with juice and a steady oozing of pussy-cream gushed out of her hole. Mark stared at the gaping wound and hesitated.

"Go ahead, darling," Denise moaned. "Eat my pussy."

The teenager licked his dry lips and moved his face into the hairy thatch between her thighs. She gasped, when his tongue poked around her muff and struck the steamy folds hidden beneath.

She pumped her hips when he touched her cunt with his tongue-tip. "Oh, my Lord!" she cried, jerking her ass and pushing herself firmly against the boy's mouth.

She draped her legs over the teenager's shoulders and beat her feet on his back. She tossed her head from side to side and clutched and squeezed her tits.

The boy responded to her passion by lapping his tongue rapidly over her cunt and licking up the juice oozing out of her cunthole. He dipped the tip of his tongue into her hole and returned to attack her sensitive little passionbutton.

"Oh, darling, you know just how to do it, don't you?" Denise moaned. "You know just how to make Auntie happy. Oh, Lord, your tongue feels so good there! Right there, darling? Oh, Lord, eat me! Eat me!"

She thrashed her legs and pulled on her rubbery nipples. She wiggled around in a frenzy and Mark had difficulty holding onto her. She knew he was aroused when he grunted into her furry mound.

"You taste real good, Aunt Denise," he said.

He buried his face in her gaping slit and he raised it again his cheeks and chin were wet with her juices. Then with a groan, he leaned over and lapped his tongue furiously over her snatch.

He swirled it over her asshole and back to her cunt. He pushed it into her steaming hole. Her cunt-muscles sucked at it and the sexcrazed women gripped his head between her legs.

She pulled her knees back and exposed her snatch to his lips and tongue. She was wide open now and very vulnerable. She was close to orgasm. So close.

And then she came, her head spinning and her mind floating in space as the wondrous sensations engulfed her. The boy continued licking and sucking and she continued squirming her pussy in his face.

She held out her arms imploringly. "Fuck!" she cried breathlessly. "Now fuck, darling!"

The boy sat up and unzipped his jeans. He took his prick out and Denise wept when she saw it. She urged him on. The boy climbed on top of her and in a moment his teenage cock was working its way inside her hot and still horny pussy.

"Oh, my baby!" she shrieked. "Oh, my darling, Mark, fuck me!"

She felt herself coming again after a few strokes of his dick. His prick wasn't very long, but it was thick and with every thrust it rasped against her engorged clit.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and he kissed her tits. He left his cock imbedded inside her and seemed to be waiting for instructions.

"You're a wonderful lover," she said, stroking his hair.

"You've got a tight cunt, Aunt Denise."

"Oh, darling, what a sweet thing to say." She wiped his sweaty forehead. "You don't have a fever, do you?"

"Naw, I'm just hot."

"You won't come yet, will you, darling?"

"I'll try," he croaked.

She kissed his lips and continued stroking his hair. "Oh, darling, do try. I need more cunt fucking badly. It feels so good I hate for it to end. Do try and control yourself. I know it's not easy. Oh, Lord, I know how men are." She stared into space, a faraway look in her eyes. "I know all about men and I hate them. Except for you and your brother and your her, of course. Men are beasts. They make a woman fall in love with them and then they leave. But you won't ever leave me, will you, Mark? You won't ever leave me. Promise you won't leave me."

She grew so agitated the boy assured her he would never leave. In any event, he didn't want to run the risk that she would make him stop. He was dying to come inside her cunt. Hell, this was the first time he'd ever made it in a bed. And the girls he'd fucked were all kids. Scared and silly and when he stuck his cock into them, they usually cried. But his aunt was different. She was a woman. And she seemed to be having such a good time. God, her cunt felt tight on his cock! Jesus, he'd promise her anything, just so she'd let him fuck her.

Meanwhile Denise began squirming her ass again. Her movements drove the teenage boy wild with excitement. He began ploughing his prick in and out of her sucking cunt and she moved with him.

When she came again, the boy could no longer control himself. He came, groaning softly and filling her cunt with his thick spunk. "I can't help it, Auntie," he said. "I can't help coming."

"There, there, darling," she said soothingly. "You just go right ahead and come. Aunt Denise will take care of everything."

After a few more strokes, the boy collapsed on top of her. His cock slowly slipped from her pussy and she held his head in her hands and kissed him.

She slid out from under body and removed her robe. She was wet with perspiration and, pushing her hair off her face, she knelt between Mark's legs and gazed at his cock.

"Such a lovely prick," she said, bending aver and touching her tongue to his shaft.

The boy groaned when she took his cockhead into her mouth. She sucked it clean of her juices and fluttered her tongue up and down his shaft from his knob to his root.

She sucked the tiny hole in the tip and licked his balls. She took his entire prick into her mouth. It was soft, but it stirred when she bathed it in her saliva.

After a few more minutes, she lifted her head and stared down at the teenager. "I'm going to make you hard again, darling," she said. "And then I want you to come in my mouth. Will you do that for me? Will you come in my mouth?"

Mark tried to conceal his excitement. "Sure, Auntie. If you want me to."

Pushing his thighs apart, she bent down and sucked his cockhead into her mouth. She slid her lips down his shaft and then to his cockroot. His cock-hair tickled her nose and she inhaled his male aroma. The boy raised his head and gazed at her. The sight of his prick disappearing into her mouth fascinated him.

She bobbed her head up and down and used her mouth like a tight pussy. The boy tried to control his orgasm, but his aunt's vigorous sucking was too much for him.

Denise knew he was close to orgasm and she moved her lips more quickly up and down his thickening shaft. Up and down, she mouthfucked him, and all the while she squeezed his balls.

"I'm gonna come, Auntie!" he groaned. "I can't hold it! I'm coming!"

When the first spurt of jism hit the back of her throat, the horny blonde came again, and this climax was the most intense yet.

CHAPTER THREE

Marilyn became more frustrated as time went by. She loved being married and she loved Paul. He was a good sweet husband and he worked hard to give her and the boys everything they wanted. He insisted she bank her own salary. She didn't even mind Denise being there. She still didn't like the woman, but if her sister-in-law didn't bother her, she was tolerable.

What wasn't tolerable was being horny.

And that never subsided. By nature she wasn't a cheat. It never occurred to her to go out and find a lover. But she found herself strangely attracted to her step-sons and it bothered her.

One day it came to a head when she found herself home alone with Steve. After lunch in the kitchen, she teased him about his love-life.

"I'll bet all the girls at school are crazy about you," she smiled.

The boy wiggled around in his chair. "Aw, Marilyn, they are not."

She leaned across the table. "I thought you were going to call me mother."

He dimpled and her heart melted. "Mother."

She took his hand in hers. It was clumsy and limp. "You get embarrassed when I talk about sex, don't you?"

He snorted. "Sure."

"Why is that?"

"Aw, you know."

"I guess it's natural for you to be embarrassed." She pressed his hand in hers. "Boys your age are always thinking about sex, aren't you?"

Steve snickered. "Sure. You bet." He rolled his eyes.

Suddenly Marilyn found herself being carried away with the game. She shifted her chair closer to his. "Sometimes older women have affairs with young boys," she said.

His eyes widened. "Yeah?" His voice was husky and the smile disappeared from his face.

Marilyn's eyes blazed. Her heart beat in her chest. "Yes, Steve. Sometimes older women get frustrated even when they're married. Sometimes men aren't as interested in sex as women. That's bad in a marriage. A woman has nowhere to go."

"Jesus, Marilyn. I mean, Mom. I guess women have a rough time."

"Don't get the impression your father and I are not happy," she said quickly. "I love your father very much. And he loves me. But... well, nothing's perfect."

"Yeah, I know." He bit his lip, and averted his eyes. The adult world was so confusing.

"Sometimes women have affairs," Marilyn continued. "But some women don't want to sneak around so they make the best of things in their own home." Her eyes narrowed. "DO you know what I'm talking about, Steve?"

"I'm not sure."

"There's no wrong or right when it comes to sex," she said. "You should know that when you grow up. When it comes to sex-needs, there are no rules."

"Yeah, I see what you mean." He had no idea what she was talking about, but he didn't know what else to say.

"We're not really related, so it's not a sin," she said.

"Huh?"

"If we have sex, it's not a mortal sin because you're not really my son."

He worked his lips, but no words came out. He was totally confused and his cock felt funny. In that moment he realized he was becoming aroused by the conversation.

Marilyn placed the boy's hand on her cheek. She tried to picture his cock and balls. His face was flushed and she knew instinctively that his cock was turning hard.

"At the same time, I can help you. Boys your age don't get much experience. I can teach you so much. So much."

"Jesus, Marilyn!" Steve muttered. "Jesus Christ!"

Marilyn rose up. "Let's get into bed, honey," she said. "I'll teach you anything you want to learn and at the same time you'll help me. Come. Get up. Don't be nervous." She giggled. "No one else need know."

The teenager hesitated and with a ragged groan, Marilyn fell to her knees in front of him. "Here, I'll show you how good I can make you feel. Spread your legs."

The boy gazed into his stepmother's eyes. She looked prettier than ever and her eyes looked wild. He couldn't believe she was crouching between his legs and talking to him about sex. When she touched his thigh, he flinched. She wanted to get into bed with him!

Marilyn felt her step-son's legs tense up. She moved her fingers up his thigh until the tips were only an inch away from his crotch. The nervous expression on the boy's face made her tremble. But there was no turning back.

She seethed with excitement as she stroked his inner thighs through his jeans. She wanted to yank his zipper down and reach inside his shorts and jeans for his prick. But she forced herself not to go too fast. As much as she wanted to throw herself against him, she restrained herself. It wouldn't do to frighten him off. She wanted him to fuck her, to plow his cock into her horny cunt and make her come again and again and again. And frightening him would be counterproductive.

"May I unzip your fly?" she said in a soft voice. Her heart pounded in her chest and her tits heaved. What if he objected? "Do your girlfriends suck your cock?" she said quickly.

"Once in a while," he said, his voice husky and deep.

"And do you like it?" she said. She giggled. "What a silly question. Of course you like it. All boys like it. But tell me. Do they let you come in their mouth?"

"Aw, Jesus!" he muttered.

"You don't have to tell me if you don't want to." She rubbed her cheek against, his thigh. "I'm sorry. Don't answer that unless you want to."

Okay.

She kneaded his flesh. The bulge between his legs throbbed. She smiled. "We could both use it, couldn't we?"

"I guess so," he mumbled.

The horny step-mother moved one hand to his crotch. She touched his prick and with her other hand she rubbed his thighs. She watched his face. He closed his eyes and groaned with pleasure when she fondled his cockhead through the denim of his jeans.

She felt the teenager's dick jerk as her fingers probed his boy-flesh. Her pussy throbbed when she stroked him. She bent closer and leaned her check on his leg.

She felt the length of his prick. It was big. She felt around for his balls. They were big too. Her mouth actually watered. His nuts were filling with sweet-cream. How she wanted to drink it down!

The boy's body stiffened. His back barely touched the chair. He leaned forward, his lips quivering and beads of perspiration erupting on his forehead.

He sucked in his breath when she tuned at his zipper. When it was open, she gazed inside his fly, breathless with excitement. Her fingers shook when she reached inside. The wickedness and depravity of the act no longer entered her mind. All that mattered was the fire between her legs that ached to be distinguished.

"Does this feel good?" she said. At that moment she touched his naked prick.

"Oh, shit, yeah!"

"I'll bet you never thought when your dad and I got married that I'd ever have my hands on your cock." She sighed. "Life is so strange. Do your balls ache, Steve? My pussy does. Shall I take your cock out? I'd like to do that."

He said nothing, but he grunted and nodded and she unbuckled his belt and reached inside his fly with both hands. She grabbed his prick in one hand and his balls in the other. She brought them out into the air and gazed at them lovingly.

Gently squeezing his jism-filled nuts, she held his shaft in her fist. Steve's breathing was ragged and he stared at her with frightened eyes when she tugged his shorts and jeans off his ass.

"Don't be frightened," she whispered. He lifted his ass and she pulled his clothes down to his thighs.

She devoured him with her eyes and he sat very still, almost afraid to breathe. He stared at her solemnly, grinning when she told him what a lovely cock he had.

"It's really very big," she said. "Honest, Steve. If I close my eyes, I'd never know it belonged to a boy your age. It's very mature looking."

"Jesus, Marilyn, honest?"

She ignored the fact that he called her Marilyn instead of mother. Under the circumstances, it didn't really matter. In fact calling her mother would have been perverted.

"Steve, dear, you are going to be one cocksman when you grow up," she said. Her eyes glittered and she blew him a kiss. "With your equipment, you can't miss."

She squeezed his prick-shaft and caressed his balls. "When's the last time you jerked off?" she said.

He blushed. "Last night."

"I thought so," she mused. "Boys your age jerk off at least once a day, don't they?"

"Yeah," he nodded. "Sometimes twice." Marilyn's pussy tingled with excitement.

The teenager's prick pulsated in her hand. He groaned.

"It hurts," he said.

"Does it, now," Marilyn giggled. "Are you trying to tell me something?"

"Jeez, it aches!"

She squeezed his cockhead. "Have you ever dreamed about this happening?" she said.

"When did you first dream about it?"

"When Dad first brought you home."

"You mean the night I came to dinner?"

"Yes that time."

"You fantasized about my touching you like this that early?"

He snickered. "Sure. Mark too."

"Did Mark tell you that?"

"Sure. We talked about it a lot."

"You never said anything to your father, did you?"

"Hell, no."

"Or your aunt?"

"I'd never tell Aunt Denise something like that. She'd kill me."

"Thank God," she murmured. "Stand up now. I can't reach you like this."

The boy got to his feet. His knees shook and his arms hung limply at his sides. He gazed down at her, breathing through his mouth while his stepmother pulled his shorts and jeans down to his feet.

"Step out of these," she said and the boy picked his feet up and let her tug his clothes off.

"I wonder if it tastes as good as it looks?" she teased, pursing her lips and bring them close to his cock-tip.

He grinned. "Why don't you find out?"

"You're getting pretty bold, young man," she smiled, licking her lips and gazing up at him through heavily lidded eyes.

She held his cockroot in her hand and beat the tip of his cock back so she could fit it into her mouth. She pressed her hungry lips around the flared rim of his knob and the boy groaned and tangled his fingers in her hair.

"It's delicious," she mumbled, rubbing her moist lips up and down his blue-veined shaft.

"I can't believe this is happening," he said. She flicked her tongue over his cock-tip and licked up the juice oozing out. "It's no dream, if that's what you mean," she said. "It's really happening, honey, and if you don't believe it I'll pinch you."

She pinched his cockhead and the boy moaned. She wrapped her fingers around his cockshaft and began pumping it. She sucked his cockhead into her mouth while she frigged him. Her fingers streaked up and down, from the flared rim under his knob to his balls.

The boy held onto her ears. Marilyn released his dick and it snapped up against his belly. She smiled up at him, showing him the drops of spunk nestled inside her tongue.

She held his balls and returned her lips to his cockhead. She suctioned the tip and coaxed a few more drops of jizz out of his knob. She lifted his nuts in her hand and dragged her fingernails over the delicate eggs.

"Will you suck me off?" he said. "Do you want me to?"

"Shit, yeah, I sure do."

"Can you get hard again?"

"Yeah, I do it all the time."

He looked so eager, Marilyn melted. His eyes pleaded and he loosened his grip on her ears. "I was planning on going to bed together," she said. "You haven't even seen me naked yet."

"You mean you're gonna let me see you?" She giggled. "How did you think we were going to get into bed? Fully dressed?"

"I guess I never really thought about it. Oh, Jesus, you're jerking me off! Oh, Jesus Christ!"

He clenched his teeth when she pumped his prick. He swayed back and forth and she took his cockhead back into her mouth. If it was true that he could get hard again, she had no compunction about sucking him off. She loved the taste of jism and was curious to know if a boy Steve's age tasted different from a grown man.

Not that she'd had that much experience sucking off grown men. Paul didn't let hero it often. When he agreed to let her suck him, most of the time he made her get a towel and he shot off in the towel.

Now her pussy lubricated as she sucked Steve's dick halfway down her throat. She wanted the boy's cock in her gash, but it was a turn-on just thinking about how it would feel. She wondered if he was experienced enough to give her a good reaming. Boys his age usually didn't know much. But she could teach him. That was the nice thing about being the authority figure. He would listen to her.

She took his cock all the way into her throat, until his cockhead tickled her windpipe. She held onto his balls and worked her tongue over his stiff, excited pole.

At intervals she took him into first one cheek and then the other and then back into her throat. She knew he'd never had a blowjob this good. Girls his age were usually reluctant to do more than lick a boy's cock. Briefly.

Somewhere in the back of her mind was the memory of when she first sucked a boy's dick. She'd been just a little girl and she and the boy had climbed into the back seat of his car. Her father had found them that way and she'd gotten the spanking of her life.

She sucked gluttonously on Steve's prick turned on by the memory of the spanking. Her father had taken her over his lap and pulled her panties down. He had used his hand on her bare butt and had left the imprint of his fingers.

For years she repressed the rest. But after a dozen blows, she had climaxed. Her father fondled her pussy for a long time and gave her another orgasm. After that he told her to go to her room and they never discussed it again.

The memory so excited her that she bit down hard on Steve's cock-root.

"I'm coming!" he gasped.

His balls exploded and a howl of passion escaped his throat. Marilyn sucked hungrily on his prick and thought about how good her father's fingers had felt on her cunt so many years ago.

CHAPTER FOUR

Denise lay in bed one morning, unable to bring herself to get up. She felt guilty about seducing her nephew, but hornier than ever. The time she spent with Mark only made her more aware of how frustrated she was.

The boy had avoided her afterward and they never discussed it. She found herself gazing at Steve with longing, but forced herself to forget the possibility of taking the boy to bed. Mark was older. Steve was still a baby in her mind. It wasn't right.

She tossed and turned in the bed and picked up the receiver to dial her office. For the second time in two weeks she lied, telling the girl who answered that she was ill.

If they fired her, she didn't care. Maybe I'll quit, she thought. Maybe I'll never get out of this bed. I can stay here and let that bitch Marilyn bring me my meals in bed. No, she can cook and Paul can bring my food here.

She giggled nastily out loud at the thought of her hated sister-in-law slaving way in an office all day and then coming home and cooking her meals.

Serves her right, she thought. She married Paul, thinking she was going to get a free ride. Thank God he doesn't believe in coddling his wives. Well, I got rid of one; I'll get rid of another.

At that moment she admitted to herself that she had driven Paul's first wife away. Paul never suspected, but she'd criticized the woman and constantly told her she was a terrible mother. The young wife finally ran off and Denise had Paul and the boys to herself.

Until Marilyn arrived. She pulled the blanket over her head.

Denise was sure it wasn't Paul's idea.

Paul was a sensible man. No, it had to be Marilyn with her big breasts and vulgar shape. A good woman wasn't built the way Marilyn was built. A good woman didn't have such round hips and such curvy ass cheeks. She beat her fists against the pillow and sat up on the bed. She was faced with an entire day and nothing to do. She'd go mad if she continued like this. The itch between her legs was driving her crazy.

"No, I won't do it!" she hissed to herself. "I won't masturbate today! I can't go on like this!"

Bursting into tears, she lay down again and drew the coven over her head. She couldn't resist stroking the furry folds of her cunt. Her nightgown was bunched up around her waist and her thighs were hot with desire. She rubbed the palm of her hand over her pubic mound and thrashed her legs.

Her heart began pounding and her pussy gushed juice. She climbed out of bed and without putting on a robe went down the hall to the bathroom.

She closed the door, but didn't lock it.

No one was home anyway. She sat down on the toilet and touched herself while she peed. The flaps of her overheated gash quivered at the touch of her fingers.

She peed a long, early morning flow while she toyed with her erected cunt. She was flooded with emotion. Guilt and anger and frustration. She desperately wanted a man to fuck her and suck her pussy, and not just any man. She wanted her brother.

After she admitted, it, she felt better. She wanted Paul to fuck her. Was it so wrong to be attracted to her own brother? Wasn't it natural? Throughout history people had been attracted to their siblings. Roman emperors had fucked their sisters. Why couldn't Paul?

Paul! His face flashed through her mind, but more than his face, his body. When they were younger, before Paul had married and when she was still a virgin, they had petted and necked. She remembered that she'd wanted to go all the way, but Paul wouldn't do it.

She shuddered now at the touch of her fingers on her clit. She stroked her slippery cuntlips and dipped a finger into her cunthole. Oh, Paul, why wouldn't you do it? she thought. No one loves you like I do. Why won't you give me what you give that slut, Marilyn?

She rubbed her pussy in a frenzy, desperate for the release of an orgasm. It eluded her. Even that, a poor substitute for a good fuck, eluded her.

She plunged two fingers into her twat, fucking them in and out like a cock. She fingered herself like that for several minutes, but she was soon sore and remained frustrated.

She remembered how wonderful it had felt when Mark had buried his face in her snatch. She smiled to herself at the memory. When he picked his head up, his cheeks were wet with her love-dew and he looked adorable.

My little man, she thought. Oh, if he were here now, I'd do it again!

She sobbed as she rammed her fingers into her gash. She remembered how Mark's cock had felt in there. It was wonderful! Dear Lord, it was wonderful!

Her cunt sucked on her fingers and she fingered herself until she had a minor orgasm. She sighed softly and pulled her fingers out of her cunt.

She looked at them, covered with her frothy jerks. She sniffed them and with a ragged sob, she sucked the fingers into her mouth.

What a slut I've become! she thought. I'm no better than Marilyn!

Returning to her bedroom, she pulled on a robe and began going down to the kitchen for coffee. When she passed Paul and Marilyn's room, she stopped. Paul was sitting on the bed, naked except for shorts.

"Paul!"

"What are you doing here?"

He noticed her startled expression. "Don't get in a sweat. I've got the essentials covered." He chuckled and patted the bed. "Come on in."

She walked into the room, feeling dazed and weak. She sat down on a chair and gazed at him. "What are you doing home?" she repeated.

"I had some paper work I wanted to finish here. I'm leaving soon."

He reached for his shoes and began putting his socks on. Denise rose up and as if in a trance she sat down on the bed next to him. She wrapped her arms around his neck and hugged him.

"What the... Sis... what are you doing?"

She grabbed the sock from his hand and tossed it onto the floor. She threw her robe off and stood in front of him wearing only a sheer nightgown.

Straightening her shoulders, she pushed her tits out and dropped to her knees in front of him. She shoved her hand inside his shorts and brought his cock out.

"Jesus, Sis, this is crazy!" he muttered.

"I don't care!" she hissed, pulling his prick into her mouth and sucking it loudly.

Paul groaned. "You'll be sorry later," he said, but didn't try and pull away.

"I won't be sorry," she breathed. "I need you!"

She nursed frantically on his cockhead and in a few moments his limp organ sprang to life. She tongued his bloated knob and polished it with saliva.

"Jesus, Sis, this is crazy, but if you insist, let me take my shorts off."

She released him as he rose up and pushed his shorts off. Then he sat down again and she fell over him, devouring his half-stiff prick.

"I've wanted to do this for so long," she said, darting her tongue up and down his shaft. "Tell me you wanted it too. Tell me!"

"Jesus, Sis, I don't know."

"Tell me!" she sobbed, her mouth stuffed with his meat.

"Yeah, I guess so," he mumbled.

He bucked his hips, thrusting himself forward into her sucking mouth. He caressed her blonde hair and reached down to grip her upper arms.

"Come on, Sis," he said softly. "Get into bed and let's both be comfortable."

She was reluctant to release his prick. She nodded her head, but continued nibbling and licking his fuckpole. She bit lovingly on the sensitive underside of his shaft and swirled her tongue over his balls. Soon his cock was ramrod stiff and throbbing against her lips and tongue.

He groaned when she poked the tip of her tongue into his piss-slit. She held his balls in her hands and felt them lurch around their sack. She gathered saliva in the well of her tongue and bathed his cockhead in its warmth.

"Sis, this is terrific, but I think you ought to get on the bed," he said.

"In a minute," she said. "Just a little more. Please."

Paul was amazed at how enthusiastic his sister was. He enjoyed when Marilyn blew him, but Denise did it with even more gusto. Her lips and tongue were demanding as they worked him over. When she flicked her tongue over his asshole, he felt his jism boil.

"Don't make me came, Sis," he said. "I want to make you happy, too."

"Oh, Paul!" she sighed round the thick plug filling her mouth.

Paul prayed no one would come home unexpectedly. He realized that all his life he'd wanted his sister to offer herself to him. Mid now that she was, he had no intention of refusing her.

"Take your nightgown off," he said. "Come on, Sis. I want to see you without it."

"In a minute!"

She darted her tongue up and down his cockshaft and over his balls and asshole. She couldn't get enough of him and her pussy churned with desire.

He finally pulled her onto the bed and he stretched out on his back. Still wearing her nightgown, she crouched between his legs and continued blowing him.

She made lewd sucking sounds with her lips and tongue. Her cheeks hollowed in when she took his prick all the way into her throat. Paul grunted, almost afraid that she would castrate him with her overeager mouth.

"Sis, if you turn around and let me eat you too, we'll both enjoy ourselves."

"I'm enjoying myself!"

"Please, Sis, let me make you feel good too," he said. "Climb around and let me suck your sweet pussy."

She spit his prick out and sat back on her haunches. "But I haven't showered yet today."

Paul chuckled. "I like the taste of a cunt that's filthy and unclean."

"Paul!"

"No, I mean it, Sis. It's tasty."

"Oh, you're terrible," she giggled, taking his prick all the way into her throat. "Does Marilyn let you eat her?"

"We're married, Sis," he said. "Husbands and wives just do it. We don't do anything fancy."

Not because she doesn't want to, I'll bet, Denise thought. She probably wants Paul to do all sorts of awful things to her.

With a wild flourish of her arms, the horny blonde pulled her nightgown over her head and turned around. Her tits wobbled when she moved and brother and sister lay on their sides facing each other.

Paul reached over and clutched her tits. She sighed with excitement. The touch of his fingers on her boobs made her tingle all over. And then he pushed her legs apart and buried his face in her furry triangle.

"Paul!" she cried.

"Mmmmmm, good!" he said.

"Oh, Paul! Do you really mean that or are you just trying to make me feel good?"

He flared his nostrils and dragged the tip of his tongue up and down her gaping slit. "I mean it. You've got a tasty pussy."

Denise's entire body trembled in response to his touch. He sucked and licked her leaking snatch and she took his prick back into her mouth.

He continued kneading her tits. He worked his tongue from her asshole to her clit and when he found her passion-button, he concentrated on it.

Her tiny sex-organ was swollen and hard and he stroked it again and again with his tongue. She momentarily released his cock and cried out.

"Paul, darling! You're sucking me so good!"

"It's no more than you deserve, Sis," Paul said. "I love making you happy."

"Oh, Paul!" She laved her tongue over his balls and bathed in the glow of his lovemaking.

Her cunt quivered under the touch of his tongue. He bit down on her hairy cuntflaps and wet down her muff. He flicked her cunt back and forth until she thought she'd lose her mind.

Gasping loudly, she suctioned his fuckpole all the way into her throat and massaged the tip with her throat-muscles. He continued licking her cunt, growling deep in his throat.

They rolled around on the bed. Soon she lay on top of him. She spread her legs on either side of his head and pressed her pussy firmly against his face.

She moved back and forth, rubbing herself against his nose and lips and cheeks. At the same time she bobbed her head and took his prick in and out of the ring of her lips.

He held her cunt between his teeth and bit down gently. She shrieked and sucked his entire ball-bag into her mouth. He bucked his ass off the bed and she thought for a moment he would blast off in her mouth.

All the while his tongue fluttered crazily over her snatch. She thought he would suck her entire pussy into his mouth, so frenzied was his sucking and licking.

And then she came and her body stiffened as the incredible sensations engulfed her. She clamped her lips down on his cock-root and racked back and forth over his mouth. He worked his tongue over her clit while she came down from her climax. She began climbing toward another orgasm as soon as the first tapered off.

She'd read about multiple orgasms, but had never really experienced it. Not like this. She'd never had an orgasm so intense in her life. Not even with Mark.

She came a third time, blasting off like a firecracker on the Fourth of July. She shivered uncontrollably and let herself go as she never had before.

"More! Tongue me! Suck me!" she yelled wantonly.

He moved his hands from her tits to her butt and squeezed and kneaded her flesh while he tongued her cunt. He tried to force his tongue into her pussy-hole without success, but the sensation was wonderful anyway.

The velvety walls of her pussy sucked on his finger when he pushed it inside. He finger fucked her while he tongued her clit and thrust his prick into her mouth.

"Do you want me to come in your mouth?" he said.

"Yes, come in my mouth!"

She could hardly breathe, her excitement was so intense. Maybe now that he knew she could give him whatever he needed, he would get rid of Marilyn. Maybe now she would have him to herself again, along with the boys. She was entitled to it. Paul was her brother. Hers!

He pried open her asscheeks and stabbed his tongue back, and forth over her bung. Never in her life had the inhibited blonde had her asshole licked. She shivered violently and came again when he pushed the tip of his tongue into her brownie.

She bucked her ass frantically and moved her lips rapidly as she mouth-cunt fucked him. Her juices flowed copiously and Paul licked them up.

When he rammed his thumb into her asshole and tongued her cunt, she came again and this time she blacked out from the sensation. Gasping for breath, she held out her arms to him when he suddenly mounted her.

"Come in my mouth, darling," she said. "I want to you, Sis."

"Oh, yes, darling! Yes!"

She came again when he fucked her and the heat of his jism filled her insides to overflowing. And she knew her life would never be the same.

CHAPTER FIVE

Denise was determined to break up Paul's marriage. She hated her sister-in-law more than ever. She thought about it by the hour and then made a decision.

She waited for a day she and Marilyn would be home alone. She pretended to have a problem and asked Marilyn to listen for a while. Marilyn seemed pleased by the approach. "Have some coffee, Sis," she said to the blonde in the kitchen.

Denise bristled at the term, but smiled. "Let's go into the living room," she said. "It's more comfortable in there. I always did love that room."

Marilyn smiled to herself. It was obvious what Denise meant. Denise had picked out this house and every piece of furniture in it. The living room sofa had been her choice and Marilyn hated it. She decided long ago that the moment Denise moved out she would buy a new one.

Denise padded into the living room, wearing only a sheer, pink, short nightgown. Marilyn followed her, thinking it was strange that the blonde was almost naked. She didn't even have slippers on.

Denise sat down in the middle of the sofa, placing her coffee cup on the table in front of her. "It's nice of you to take the time to talk to me," she said, her eyes down on the floor and her checks flushing. "But I just know you'll know what to do. Paul says you're very wise."

Marilyn stared at Denise. The blonde tucked her legs up under her. Why is she flattering me like that? Marilyn thought. Something's up. I'll just stay cool and find out.

"I don't know how wise I am," she said out loud, "but I'll do my best."

"That's all anyone can do," Denise said, a strange glint in her eyes.

Marilyn sat down at the end of the sofa and pulled the belt of her robe tighter. There was something eerie about Denise. She didn't know what it was, but something was wrong.

Suddenly Denise giggled. "Don't be afraid to sit closer to me," she said, patting the cushion. "We're sisters, aren't we? Come here and let's get nice and cozy."

Marilyn stared at her. Denise's eyes darkened and Marilyn's heart pounded. There was something strange going, on and she was almost afraid to find out what.

She shifted around on the seat and moved closer to the blonde. "What did you want to talk to me about?" she said.

"Talk to you about?" Denise had a blank expression on her face.

"Yes, you said you had a problem," Marilyn said.

"A problem?" Denise stared across the room, her eyes unblinking.

Marilyn wondered if the older woman was having a fit of some kind. Paul had never mentioned that his sister had a neurological problem. Still, anything was possible.

A few minutes passed. Denise stared into space and Marilyn said nothing. She decided to wait for the blonde to start talking. If she was haying a fit of some kind, Marilyn didn't want to get involved in it.

Another five minutes passed. "Are you okay?" Marilyn said. She was beginning to feel nervous.

Denise finally blinked. She smiled. "I'm fine. Just fine."

She sat back on the sofa and hummed while Marilyn fidgeted. "Well, I guess I'll go upstairs and dress," she said, rising up.

Denise sprang up too. "I'll go with you." She ran in front of her sister-in-law. "Don't you just love this living room?" Denise said, her voice shrill and hysterical.

"Yes, it's nice," Marilyn said. She couldn't be totally hypocritical, but what could she say? She couldn't tell Denise it was the ugliest room she'd ever seen.

"Paul just loves my taste," Denise said as they walked upstairs. "Oh, but he's just used it." Her eyes narrowed. "Same day he'll like your taste too."

Marilyn went into the bathroom and ran the water in the tub. Denise came into the room after a moment and rummaged around the vanity. "I used to keep some lotion in here," she said.

Now Marilyn knew her sister-in-law was just killing time. She had something planned, and it wasn't something that would reflect well on Marilyn.

But the younger woman knew how to take care of herself. All the years she'd spent taking care of her parents had taught her something. She sat down on the toilet seat and waited for Denise to leave before she dropped her robe to get into the tub.

"Well, I'll leave you alone now," Denise finally said. Her eyes flickered over Marilyn's body. "Don't tell me you're modest?" she sneered.

"Not really," Marilyn said, pulling her belt tighter around her waist.

"Well, I'll leave you alone now," Denise repeated.

As soon as Denise was gone, Marilyn slipped her robe off and stepped into the tub. She poured some bath oil into the water and turned the hot water on all the way.

She lay back and let the hot oily water slosh aver her. Denise was acting very peculiar. More peculiar than usual. And Marilyn couldn't figure out why.

She soaped up her tits and the swamp between her legs and thought about her sister-in-law. She knew Denise hated her. The woman was plotting something. What could it be?

She used a washcloth to rub her crotch. It felt good and with a tiny sigh she began masturbating. She fingered her pussy and stopped thinking about Denise. Then suddenly the door opened and the blonde walked in.

"Sorry to bother you, dear," Denise said, plopping down on the toilet seat.

"Oh, that's okay," Marilyn said, taking her hand away from her cunt. She wondered if Denise had seen what she was doing. "I'm spending too much time in here anyway."

"So I see," Denise said. "But then you were having such a good time, weren't you?"

They stared into each other's eyes. Denise glared wickedly and Marilyn smiled. "I wasn't even aware of what I was doing," she said.

"Fat chance," Denise smirked. Her eyes bore into Marilyn's tits. "You certainly have big breasts, don't you?"

"Yes, I do," Marilyn said.

"Paul never liked big breasts," Denise said, her voice suddenly warm and sweet. She glanced down at her own chest. She was still wearing the sheer pink nightgown and her tits jutted out.

"The Green women all have nice firm boobies," she said. "Paul was raised on them. I can't imagine what he saw in yours. They're so big. They'll be down to your knees by the time you're forty."

"Yours are almost as big as mine," Marilyn said. She was beginning to get angry.

"But they don't hang," Denise said triumphantly.

Marilyn didn't answer. She knew Denise was jealous. "I think I'd better finish up in here," she said.

Denise leaned forward and her hands almost touched the tub. "I guess you want me to get out of here."

Marilyn stared at her sister-in-law's tits. She could see through the sheerness of her night gown that her nipples were taut and big. She felt a rush in her cunt and picked up the soap.

"I don't care!" Marilyn said. What were those strange sensations in her crotch?

Now Denise sank dawn to the floor next to the tub. She let one hand drop into the hot water and she closely scrutinized Marilyn's body. "You're quite curvy, aren't you?"

Marilyn giggled. "Yes, I'm guilty of that too."

"What do you mean by that?" Her hand touched Marilyn's thigh.

"I mean I'm guilty of that too."

Denise moved her hand up and splashed some water over Marilyn's tits. "It's not a matter of being guilty," she said. She cupped Marilyn's right tit under the water. "Do you have a lot of feeling in your boobs?"

Marilyn held her breath and leaned her head back against the tub. "Yes. Do you?"

"What a question!" Denise said shrilly.

Denise's gown slipped up and Marilyn sighed when the alder women reached over and massaged the back of her neck. It felt good and the brunette closed her eyes and let her head fall forward.

"I'll give you a body massage, if you want," Denise hissed. She caressed the small of Marilyn's back and her shoulder blades. "Get out of there. I'm very good at giving massages."

Without a word, and in a trance-like state, Marilyn rose up and stepped out of the tub.

She let the older woman wrap her in a towel.

Denise dried her off, murmuring about what a lovely massage she would give her.

The naked woman blushed. She suddenly realized what was happening. She took the towel from Denise and covered her nakedness. "I think you better go," she said.

Denise took Marilyn into her arms and hugged her. "Let's be friends," she trilled. "For Paul's sake." Suddenly Denise crouched down and slid her hand between Marilyn's legs. "You were playing with yourself before, weren't you? I know you were. I saw you."

"I think you better leave, Denise," Marilyn said weakly.

Marilyn found herself leaning against the wall while Denise rubbed the flat of her hand up and down her wide-open slit. A tingle of hot pleasure raged through her.

"Let's be friends for Paul's sake," Denise chanted. Her eyes sparkled wildly.

Marilyn felt weak with desire. Jolts of sensation shot through her hairy cunt. Denise's fingers toyed with the curly tendrils of hair and teased her cunt-folds.

"What are you doing?" Marilyn murmured. She held her breath and let the lovely sensations engulf her.

"I'm doing it for you," she said.

The blanket fell to the floor and Marilyn's tits heaved as her sister-in-law frigged her. "Why are you doing this to me?" Marilyn sighed. She humped her ass and thrust herself at Denise's fingers.

"I just want you to feel good," Denise snickered nastily.

A shudder of erotic pleasure coursed through Marilyn's body. "You won't tell Paul, will you?"

"Of course not!" Denise said. "What do you think I am?"

"Oh, God, you're going to make me come!" Marilyn gasped.

"You slut! Let's go into the bedroom," Denise snapped. She stopped fingering Marilyn's cunt and the two women walked down the hall to Denise's bedroom.

Marilyn climbed onto the bed and Denise whipped her nightgown off and joined her.

"Lay down and spread your legs," the blonde hissed. Her eyes were wild and lust filled. Her lips glistened wetly. "Get in your usual position, slut!" she snarled.

"Promise, you won't tell Paul," Marilyn whispered. She had last control of herself and although she knew Denise wasn't her friend, she felt compelled to lay still and let her touch her all over.

Denise lowered her face to Marilyn's cunt. Marilyn tossed her head back and forth on the pillow as the blonde tongued her gash. "I'll bet you never had another woman lick your cunt before," Denise said. "Or have you tried everything?"

"No! No! Never!" Marilyn said.

The younger woman's thighs trembled uncontrollably and Denise pushed them farther apart and ran the tip of her tongue up and down her slit from her cunt to her asshole.

"I'm told that once a woman experiences another woman's tongue on her privates, she's never happy with a man again," Denise said.

"It certainly feels good," Marilyn said in a tiny voice.

"You are a slut, aren't you?" Denise said. She thrust a finger into her sister-in-law's cunthole and licked her cunt.

"Don't say that!" Marilyn sighed.

"Why shouldn't I speak the truth?" Denise said. "Someone around here has to be realistic."

It occurred to Marilyn then what Denise was doing. She was going to blackmail her with Paul. She would tell Paul Marilyn was a lesbian. The young wife was determined not to let her get away with it.

Denise pushed her onto her belly and Marilyn shoved her ass back at the blonde. She rested her cheek on her arms and felt Denise's hands knead and squeeze her ass. A low moan escaped her throat as the older woman's fingers stroked her throbbing flesh.

Denise pushed her onto her side and began stroking her quivering tits. She pinched her nipples until they were taut and then she climbed over her and sucked one of them into her mouth.

Marilyn wasted no time in thrusting her own hand between Denise's thighs. "No! Don't touch me!" Denise rasped.

"I must," Marilyn whispered. "I want to touch you too."

She knew the only way to foil Denise's plan was to touch her and lick her too. And strangely enough, it felt right. Denise stopped arguing when Marilyn found her clit and began rubbing it back and forth. The blonde sighed deeply and thrust her cunt against Marilyn's hand.

"Stick your finger in me!" she hissed.

"Like this?" Marilyn said.

"Yes! Stick it in and out!"

"How's this?" Marilyn snaked two more fingers into Denise's twat and used them like a cock.

"More! More!" Denise cried.

"I can't fit another one in," Marilyn said. "Shall I lick it for you."

Denise flopped over onto her back and lewdly spread her legs. "Yes! Lick it!"

Marilyn took a deep breath and crouched between Denise's wide-spread thighs. She sniffed delicately and then held her breath while she flicked her tongue over the older woman's gash.

"Aaaaaahhhhhh!" Denise cried.

Marilyn tongued vigorously and then she slid up Denise's body and planted her lips on the blonde's. The two women clung together, tit against tit and tongues dueling.

They rubbed their cunts together. Marilyn held onto Denise's ass and dipped her fingertips into her asscrack.

"Stick a finger into my asshole!" Denise breathed, and Marilyn moistened a fingertip with Denise's joy-juice and thrust it into her bung.

"Beautiful!" Denise shrieked. "Deeper!"

Marilyn stroked her finger more deeply into her sister-in-law's shitter. Denise clamped her lips over one of Marilyn's big tits and nursed it.

The two women bounced around the bed in orgiastic frenzy. Hot flames of desire raged through Marilyn and when she saw Denise's face she knew the blonde was thoroughly aroused too.

"Let me suck you again!" Denise said, and Marilyn lay back and let the older women flick her tongue back and forth from one cuntflap to the other.

Denise went down Marilyn's pussy thicket and tongued her inner thighs. "I'm going to give you a climax," Denise giggled.

"Yes! I'm ready!" Marilyn said.

Denise thrust her thumb into Marilyn's cunthole and licked her cunt. "You know, I used to hate you," she said.

"Don't stop!" Marilyn cried.

"I used to hate you, but I don't anymore," Denise said.

"Oh, God, so good!" Marilyn moaned helplessly.

"Come, you slut!" Denise snarled. "Come, you filthy, cock-hungry slut!"

"So good!" Marilyn sighed as her orgasm tapered off. "So damn good!"

"Oh, my God, what have I done?" Denise cried. "Dear God in heaven, what have I done?"

Marilyn sat up and giggled. Denise lay down on her back and Marilyn hovered over her. She extended a finger and run it from the blonde's cleavage to her cunt-mound.

"Ssshhh, Denise," she whispered. "I won't tell if you won't."

CHAPTER SIX

Denise didn't bother Marilyn anymore. The wild lesbian session hadn't resulted in the two women becoming friends. But Denise couldn't blackmail Marilyn either. She'd been an enthusiastic participant in the afternoon of wanton lust.

Marilyn no longer tried to interest Paul in sex. He just didn't like it and she was happy with other aspects of her marriage so she gave up.

She loved her step-sons. She was fascinated by their youthfulness and their obvious admiration. Mark was protective of his younger brother and she had a feeling neither of them were really fond of their aunt.

They spent time together and the young step-mother wondered if Steve had told his older brother that she'd let him fuck her.

One Saturday she was home alone with the boys. Denise had an appointment at the hairdresser's and Paul was playing golf. She and the boys sat around the kitchen table eating peanut butter and jelly sandwiches and drinking milk.

"I must really like you boys," she giggled.

"Huh?"

"I hate milk," she said.

The boys chuckled and wolfed down their food.

"How about a movie this afternoon?" she said.

"I don't feel like it," Mark said quickly. "What do you feel like doing?" she said, realizing with a jolt that she was opening flirting with the boy.

"How about playing cards," he said. "What's your game?" she said.

"Poker," Steve said.

"Shut up, shrimp," Mark said. "How about poker?"

"If the stakes aren't too high," she said, trying to keep from smiling.

"We can play strip," Mark said. "Yeah, we can play strip," Steve said. "Shut up, I said," Mark said. "Don't talk to your brother like that," Marilyn said. "And what's this about strip poker?" Mark glared at Steve and the younger boy looked down at the floor.

"I didn't tell him nothing," he mumbled. "Tell me what?" Mark said, suddenly alert. "Nothing, young man," Marilyn said, rising up and clearing the table.

"What about it Marilyn?" Mark said rising up and following her around the kitchen.

"What's going on?" she said when they bumped into each other.

"I'm sorry," the boy muttered. "Listen, boys," she said, wiping her hands on her apron. "If you really want to play poker, we can play with toothpicks."

"Aw, that's for kids," Steve said. "Yeah, let's play one two and three," Mark said.

"Well, aren't we sophisticated," she giggled. "Are we talking dollars or cents?"

"Aw, Marilyn, you know," Mark chuckled. She put her arms around the boys and held them against her. "My boys," she beamed. "I can't tell you how happy I am to have a readymade family."

"So are we," Steve said.

"Yeah, that's what I was gonna say," Mark said.

Marilyn sighed. She gazed at Steve. "It's only fair, isn't it?"

The boy seemed to know what she meant. "Yep," he snickered.

"Boys," she said with a deep breath. "Let's play on a bed."

They went upstairs to Mark's bedroom and climbed onto the bed. Steve got a deck of cards and they slipped out of their shoes and began playing.

After a half-hour of seven-card-stud, Marilyn and Steve stared into each other's eyes. Giggling, they began stripping their clothes off.

"What's going on here?" Mark said.

"Join us," Marilyn said. "My two boys! Let's have a party!"

She wriggled out of her jeans and tee-shirt and tossed them onto the floor. She wasted no time is slithering out of her panties and when she unhooked her bra, she laughed at the expression on Mark's face.

"Jesus H. Christ!" he said.

Steve removed his jeans, but then sat back and watched his stepmother, his eyes wide and his mouth open. "I didn't tell him, Mom. Honest."

"Did you two make it together?" Mark said.

"Don't be jealous, darling," Marilyn said. "I'll make it up to you."

"You sure will," Mark said, quickly climbing over his step-mother and planting his hand over her snatch.

"Oh, darling, that's nice," she said. The boy was naked and she stared at his prick and balls.

He blushed. His cock stood out, already stiff with arousal. Steve snickered. "He's already hard," he said.

"Well, aren't you?" his brother said.

"I won't have you boys fighting," Marilyn said. Climbing around on the bed, she settled down next to Steve. She put her arms around the younger boy and hugged him to her huge tits. "Don't you want to get naked, honey?" she said.

She eyed the bulge in his crotch. The boy glanced down and blushed. "Yeah, in a minute."

"I'll help you," Marilyn said and reaching down she pulled his jockey shorts off his ass.

The boy swallowed hard when she closed her fist around his prick. His eyes met his brother's and he gulped.

"Yours is almost hard too," she cooed and his cockshaft jerked in her hand.

His cockhead throbbed and oozed cockjuice onto her skin. She bent over and touched her moist lips to the tip of his prick.

The teenager groaned when his stepmother crouched between his legs and flicked her tongue up and down his stalk and over his balls. She sucked at his hairy sack and fluttered her tongue around his cock-root.

She licked up the cream in his pisser and nibbled on he flared rim of his knob. She glanced at Mark. The older boy was jerking off, his teeth chattering and his eyes on his stepmother's mouth.

Steve's cock was fully erect and Marilyn climbed on top of him and lowered her cunt to his dick. She rubbed his cockhead around her gulch and then stretched out on her belly and took his juice-soaked cockhead into her mouth.

"Get over here and suck my cunt while I blow your brother," she said to Mark.

Mark scrambled around behind her and clutched her hips. She spread her legs further apart and sucked half of Steve's dick into her mouth when she felt the older boy's lips on her twat.

She slid the hot ring of her lips up and down Steve's shaft while Mark darted his tongue up and down the slickness of her gash. She shivered at the exquisite sensations. She had a teenage cock in her mouth and a teenage mouth on her cunt.

"Does it feel good?" Mark said, lapping wetly on her snatch.

"Of course!" she said, juices pouring from her aroused pussy.

He burrowed in, shoving his face against her twat and pulling her asscheeks apart. "Can I fuck you, Mom?" the teenager said.

"Yes!"

"Can I fuck your asshole?"

"Why, Mark!"

"Jesus, Mom, your cunt is getting wetter and wetter!"

"Stick your tongue inside."

He thrust his tongue into her cunthole. "Jesus, your cunt is sucking on my tongue!"

"That's because you're doing such a good job," she said.

She sucked and slurped feverishly on Steve's pulsating prick. She swirled her tongue hungrily around his throbbing head and licked at the slit in the tip. She squeezed his shaft and watched his prick-knob swell up and then she fluttered her tongue on the underside.

"Oh, shit, Mom, I'm gonna blow if you keep that up! Jesus Christ, the way you're sucking my dick!"

"What's she doing?" Mark said, lifting his head.

"Keep sucking my pussy," Marilyn said.

She tightened the ring of her lips around Steve's cock and jerked him off as she mouth fucked him. Her fingers flew up and down, exerting slight pressure as they pumped.

The teenager's prick throbbed beneath her fingers and he moaned helplessly. Marilyn didn't care if he came. She had another teenage dick on the bed, ready to give her a good fucking.

Now Mark ran his tongue up and down her silt and made wet smacking sounds with his lips. He raised his head again and fingered her snatch.

"Mom, can I fuck you now?"

"I kind of hate to stop sucking your brother," she said.

"He can sit on your face while I fuck you, can't he?"

"What do you say, Steve?" Marilyn said.

"How'll you breathe?" the younger boy said.

Marilyn giggled. "I'll manage."

"You mean you'll do it?" Mark said.

"Jesus Christ, she's gonna do it!" Steve hissed.

"Now, boys, don't make so much noise," she said, releasing Steve's cock.

None of them noticed that the door had opened slightly and Denise was outside in the hall watching. The jealous blonde held her breath as she watched her sister-in-law stretch out on her back and coax her young step-son to straddle her face.

She fumed inside as Steve scrambled around on all fours and directed his swollen cock over Marilyn's face. God, how she hated the slut!

"I've never had such a good blow-job, Mom," Steve said.

Denise gasped softly. The boy had told her that last week when she blew him. Why the lousy little hypocrite! she thought.

"Can I come in you mouth, Mom?" Steve said.

Denise working her lips, her heart pounding in her chest as she waited for Marilyn to reply. "No, me!" she whispered softly. "Me!"

"You bet you can," Marilyn said, rubbing his cockhead over her moist lips.

In the hall, Denise hugged her arms to her tits and rubbed her thighs together. Despite her anger and jealousy, she found herself becoming turned on.

She watched with beating heart as her sister-in-law licked Steve's cockhead. The boy grunted and jerked his adorable ass back and forth as he pushed more and more of his prick into Marilyn's mouth.

Denise watched Marilyn's stretched lips and take his cock balls-deep into her mouth. Then the older woman felt faint as she watched her older nephew climb between his step-mother's legs.

Mark's hair fell over his forehead and he grinned boyishly as he grabbed Marilyn's asscheeks in his hands. Denise remembered how nice Marilyn's ass had felt and she blushed at the recollection. Mark raised Marilyn's hips and her dark, hairy cunt gaped open. It looked like a ripe piece of fruit or a wet, hungry little animal waiting to gobble up Mark's prick. Denise licked her lips as she watched Marilyn's juices flow out of her gash and trickle into her asscrack.

She worked her tongue and could almost taste and smell Marilyn's sex-cream. She clamped her hand over her mouth to keep from crying out when Mark shoved his hips forward and pushed his prick inside Marilyn's quivering cuntlips.

"Fuck me, darling!" Marilyn cried. "Oh, Mark, darling, your cock feels so good in my pussy!"

Denise automatically moved her hand to her pussy and rubbed it through her skirt. She listened to Marilyn moaning and she watched her nephew's prick plunge into the brunette's cunt. It was too much for the horny blonde. She pulled her skirt up and slid her hand inside her panties.

She groped around her cunt while she watched Mark piston his prick in and out of his step-mother's cunt. Marilyn raised her ass up off the bed and pumped back in a frenzy. She ground the plump, hairy mound of her pussy into the base of the teenager's cock and pumped her hips like a well-oiled machine.

Denise finger-fucked herself while she watched Marilyn's cunt suck hungrily on Mark's dick. Each time Mark thrust his prick into Marilyn's pussy, Denise thrust her finger into her twat.

"Jesus, Marilyn, you're sucking the come right out of my balls!" Mark said.

Denise drilled a second finger into her cunt and watched Mark dig his fingers into Marilyn's firm assflesh. She pretended for a moment that he was fucking her instead of Marilyn. How wonderful it would be to be an a bed with her two nephews! How much she craved it!

"Slow down a little," Marilyn said. "Let's make it last."

Mark stopped whipping his hips up and down. Marilyn held onto Steve's balls and took his prick back into her mouth. Denise had almost forgotten about the younger boy. She'd been so excited by the sight of Mark's cock plunging in and out of Marilyn's gash. But now she turned her attention to Steve.

She could almost feel his cock jerking in her mouth and she worked her lips as she watched him fuck Marilyn's mouth. His balls jumped around in their little sack and tickled Marilyn's nose.

"Take it into your throat, Mom!" Steve said. "Keep using your tongue like that! Oh, Jesus, Mom, you're sucking the come out! You're sucking the come out!"

Denise flinched when the boy called Marilyn Mom. Mark was fucking her harder now and Denise was filled with jealousy. She trembled all over as she watched Marilyn thrash her legs wantonly in the air.

Mark grunted as he stroked faster and deeper into her gash. His cock completely disappeared into Marilyn's slit and Denise held her breath as she crashed through an orgasm.

When she opened her eyes, she saw Marilyn sucking feverishly on Steve's cock. She was squeezing his cockshaft in an obvious effort to bring him off.

Marilyn bucked her hips and ass wildly. Her thighs strained and jerked as she thrust herself at Mark's cock. She sucked Steve hungrily. Denise almost wept when the boy gasped and thick, hot, boy-cream spurted from the tip of his cock into Marilyn's mouth.

He directed the stream over Marilyn's face and the sex-crazed brunette held her jaws open to accept it. It flowed over her tongue and chin and cheek and she gulped it down and rubbed the excess into her skin.

She grabbed his prick out of his hand and milked it dry. She sucked every last drop and then the boy rolled to the side of the bed and closed his eyes.

Denise had to restrain herself. She desperately wanted to rush into the room and take the boy's limp cock into her mouth and nurse on it. But of course that was impossible.

She moved her hand away from her cunt and dropped her skirt. She knew Mark would come soon and she would have to get away before she was discovered.

Mark leaned over and ran his tongue over Marilyn's tits. Marilyn hugged him to her, digging her long, crimson fingernails into his back.

"Fuck me, baby!" Marilyn gasped, pumping her hips frantically. "Fuck me all the way to hell and back!"

The bedsprings creaked and Steve sat up and watched the frenzied activities. His brother's face was flushed. Marilyn's legs were wrapped tightly around the small of Mark's back.

"Stick your finger in my asshole!" Marilyn cried.

Mark moved one hand under her butt and found her asshole. Marilyn went crazy. "I'm there!" she cried. "I'm there, oh, God, I'm there!"

Mark growled and slammed his prick into Marilyn's slippery cunt with all his might. He buried it to the hilt and then his face contorted and he came too.

Denise's eyes filled with tears. Mark thrust forward again and again and then with a tiny whimper he collapsed on top of Marilyn. Steve leaned over and kissed Marilyn on the mouth and Denise took that opportunity to slip away.

CHAPTER SEVEN

Marilyn's old boyfriend returned to town and telephoned her. He told her he'd heard she was married, but he wanted to see her anyway. He'd split with the stripper and still loved Marilyn. She told him she was happily married, but he insisted. She let him come over one day when the rest of the family was out.

"Nice place you've got here," Harold said. "Got a beer?"

"Here." Marilyn handed him a beer and gazed at him. "I never thought I'd see you again."

"A bad penny always turns up," he said. He seemed nervous.

"I have a new life now and I'm very happy."

"I see that. You married a guy with kids, didn't you?"

"Yes, I have two lovely stepsons."

Harold chuckled. "I can't see you as the motherly type."

"You never really knew me."

"You do look different," he said. "Don't tell me you've discovered the world of real sex."

"You never showed it to me," she said.

"You never wanted to learn it."

"Is that why you ran off with that slut?"

"She was no slut. She was a terrific broad."

"Then why aren't you still with her?"

"She didn't want to get married."

Marilyn snickered. "And since when do you want to get married?"

"I always wanted to settle down some day."

"Well, don't look at me. I'm a very happy woman."

He took her hand, but she pulled it away.

"Remember the times on the sofa?"

"Sure and they weren't so great."

"Well, shit, your folks were always a few feet away."

"I know," she said softly.

He glanced around the room and whistled. "Who else lives here?"

"I've got a sister-in-law."

Harold's eyes widened. "Oh, yeah? She married?"

"No, she's a divorcee."

"You like having her here?"

"Not really."

"Introduce her to me," he chuckled. "Does she have any money?"

"You're really something, you know it? You haven't even met the woman and you're asking if she's got any money." She shook her head.

"Hey, like I said, I'm interested in settling down. And since I'm temporarily out of work, I figured, why not find a lady with a little nest egg."

Marilyn thought about it for a moment. It would get Denise out of her hair. And maybe she and Harold would even get along together. Why not try it?

She glanced at the clock. "I think she's coming home soon."

"What's her name?"

"Denise."

"What's she look like?"

"Blonde."

"Big tits?"

"Big enough."

"Pretty?"

"Sort of."

"Big ass?"

Marilyn grimaced. "You ask too many questions."

He leaned across the table and took her hand again. This time she didn't pull it away. Harold leered at her. "Don't we have time for a quickie?"

"No!"

"Not even a little one?"

She giggled despite herself. "Harold, you've really changed."

"I told you," he murmured. "How about a fast but hot fuck. We can talk over old times and wait for the blonde to come home."

Marilyn thought about it. Harold wasn't the most exciting lover in the world, but she was horny. Why not? She had nothing to lose. And Denise wouldn't be home for at least an hour. She rose up. "Come on into the living room. We can do it there." She stared at him and smiled. "And you better be good," she said. "You weren't exactly the cocksman of the world in the old days."

Harold rose up and followed her into the living room. "Who owns this place?" he said.

"My husband."

"Too bad."

"Did you think Denise might own it?"

He nodded. Marilyn giggled. "You really have changed," she said. "No, Harold, my husband owns the house. Denise has a small nest egg, but she's not exactly loaded."

They settled down on the sofa and embraced. They frenched hotly and Harold moved his hands under her tee-shirt.

"Do you realize we always kept our clothes on?" Marilyn said.

"Yeah, what a dope I was," he said, unhooking her bra.

"Harold, do you remember that we never went down on each other? Can you believe it?"

"Shit, and I used to keep a towel nearby to clean it up. God, how that girl loved the taste of jizz." Marilyn raised her arms and let him pull her tee-shirt off. He pushed her bra off and stared at her naked tits.

"I like the taste of jut too, Harold," she said.

"Jesus, what a pair!" he hissed.

"Oh, Harold, suck them!" She pulled his head against her and he sucked hungrily on her tits. She caressed his hair and sighed. "Do I still stifle you?" she said.

"Shit, no."

"Harold, you're making me very hot."

"Take the rest of your clothes off!" They undressed quickly and Marilyn stretched out on the sofa. Harold pushed her onto her belly and pulled her ass up in the air. He crouched behind her between her legs and pressed his mouth into her asscrack.

He held her asscheeks open and licked her sensitive bang. Marilyn sighed. "Harold, that's wonderful!"

"You ain't seen nothing yet," he said, moving his tongue up and down her sasscrease.

Marilyn became more and more aroused when he pushed the tip of his tongue against her butt-hole. "Harold, it'll never fit!" she said.

But it did. His tongue-tip broke through the tight ring of muscle and slid into the hot buttery softness of her shitter. He reamed her out for a few moments and Marilyn panted with contentment. After a while he made her roll over onto her back.

"Now the next course," Harold said with an exaggerated leer on his face.

"What are you going to do now?" Marilyn said.

"Eat a little pussy."

Marilyn draped one leg on the back of the sofa and spread her other leg out until her cunt was totally exposed. Harold licked, the insides of her creamy thighs and planted a series of tiny kisses up and down her calves.

He worked his way back to her slit and fluttered his tongue over her hairy cuntflaps. "Delicious!" he said. "To think of all the time we wasted in the old days."

"Harold, we can't take too long," Marilyn panted. "Denise will be home soon."

"She can join us," he said, sinking his face all the way into her cunt.

"Harold, do you realize this is the first time you've ever eaten me?"

He pushed her legs wider apart and stretched her cuntlips open. He licked her glistening gash with long, slow swipes of his tongue while she writhed with ecstasy.

"Bless Mitzie!" Marilyn said.

"Why?"

"If she taught you how to suck a pussy, she deserves a medal."

"She taught me a lot more than that," Harold said. "Mmmmm, what a juicy cunt."

His tongue fluttered over her slippery pussyfolds and over her hairy flaps. He cupped her asscheeks and held her snatch against his slavering mouth.

"What else did she teach you?" Marilyn could barely form the words. Her mind was a blur of arousal and anticipation.

He ran his tongue over her twitching clit and nibbled on a tendril of pussy-hair. He closed his lips around her cunt and sucked hard, bringing her to the brink of orgasm.

And then he released it and crawled over her until his mouth hovered over her tits. "I think they're even bigger than they used to be," he said, capturing one of her lust-swollen pink nipples into his mouth. "They must be getting a work-out."

"Yeah, I guess you could say so," she said. "The guy you married is a good cocksman, huh?"

Marilyn turned her head and sighed. "Not really." For some reason she felt as if she could confide in Harold.

"You turned out to be such a hot-cunted woman," he said, lustily sucking her nipples.

"Keep sucking, Harold," Marilyn said, thrashing her head from side to side. "It's so damn good! So good!"

But he stopped sucking and moved up on her body until his legs were planted on either side of her waist. His prick thrust up from his swollen sack and he smiled at her.

Without a word, she reached for his cock. Grasping the stiff shaft in her hand, she began pumping it. She moved only the cockskin up and down and Harold closed his eyes and grimaced.

"You've learned a lot too," he said. "Shit, that's good. Keep skinning it like that. Jesus, keep skinning it!"

Whitish fluid oozed out of his cockhead. Marilyn could smell the aroma of his sex and wondered if he could smell hers. As usual the anticipation of taking a man's cock in her mouth made her salivate.

"If your husband's not a cocksman, who's giving it to you?" he said.

Delicious tremors raged through her. "Let's not talk now," she said, eagerly pulling his prick toward her moist lips.

"We can talk," he said, shifting forward and watching her tilt his dick into her mouth. "It turns me on to talk. Tell me who's taking care of you. Would it be the two step-kids?"

Marilyn's eyes sparkled and she flushed as she ran her lips over his cockhead. "Now whatever gave you that idea?" she giggled. "That would be terribly perverted, wouldn't it?"

Harold placed a pillow under head. Now she was able to take his tool into her mouth. "So you're fucking the kids," he said as she eagerly licked his throbbing prick-knob. He fondled her hair affectionately. "And to think you were such a square kid."

"We've both changed," she said, licking up the droplets of spunk oozing out of his pisser.

"Do you know what I'm gonna do to you?" She raised her head and closed her soft wet lips over his bloated cockhead. When his prick was buried in her mouth, she gazed up at him. "Mmmmmmmm," she giggled, sucking more of his shaft into her mouth.

"I'm going to fuck you in the ass," he snickered.

With a ragged groan, she sucked harder on his dick, swirling her tongue on the sensitive underside of his knob and clutching his balls. Saliva drooled out of the corners of her lips. God, how she loved giving head! How she loved cocksucking!

She moaned with excitement. She loved taking it in the ass. She didn't get it very often, but the few times one of the boys had cornholed her, it had been wonderful.

Now she nodded to let Harold know she wanted it. She sucked ravenously on his steel hard dong and passed his cockhead from one cheek to the other. His cock seemed bigger than in the old days. Or maybe it was just that she knew how to excite him now.

He began pumping his hips and fucking her mouth. He gazed down at her as her soft lips slid up and down his shaft. He didn't give her too much. He obviously didn't want to come in her mouth. And then he pulled out and rose up.

"Turn over," he said.

"I'll take over now," a shrill voice said.

It was Denise. Harold and Marilyn exchanged glances. Marilyn motioned to him and turned to her sister-in-law.

"It's not nice to spy, Denise, dear," she said.

Denise strode into the room and removed the leather belt from around her waist. "I assume you know this man," she said, nodding toward Harold.

"Yes, I know him," Marilyn said with a tight smile.

"I'm joining you," Denise said, whipping her dress off. "I've been watching you long enough to know what's going on." She giggled crazily and stripped the rest of her clothes off. "Get up," she said to Marilyn. "He's going to fuck me in the ass!"

"It's my pleasure," Harold said, winking at Marilyn.

Marilyn moved off the sofa and sat down in a nearby armchair. She watched as Denise climbed onto her hands and knees on the sofa and opened her asscheeks wide.

"Stick it in!" she hissed at Harold. "Why should she have all the fun around here?"

Harold moved in behind her and gently stroked her butt. "Marilyn told me all about you," he said. "But she didn't say how lovely you were."

Denise blushed. "Well, that's the way women are with their husband's sisters, don't you know?" Harold bent down and kissed the back of her neck. "Oh, my, that feels good," she said. "I don't need a lot of foreplay. I'm as hot as a firecracker now."

"You've been watching us a long time, haven't you?" Harold said, rubbing his cockhead inside Denise's asscrack.

Marilyn noticed the glint in his eyes. He was enjoying himself. He liked Denise. Maybe [missing text].

"I was watching long enough," Denise said. "Stick it in fast. I love it. Oh, Lord, how I love a big prick in my butt!"

Marilyn watched him lurch forward and send his entire prick-knob into her sister-in-law's shitter. The tiny puckered hole opened up like a flower to accommodate him.

Denise turned her head and gazed at Harold, her face contorted with lust. When his cockhead was all the way inside her, he pushed the rest of his shaft in and began fucking her.

Denise fucked back. Marilyn was amazed at how animalistic she looked as she thrust her lush ass back to meet Harold's strokes. This was a whole new Denise. Lusty and feminine and no longer angry.

Harold clutched her hips and ground his fuckpole deeper into her bowels. Denise writhed her ass as he lunged in and out and Marilyn masturbated while she watched.

"Faster!" Denise gasped. "Faster! Oh, God, faster!"

Clutching her hips more firmly, he slammed in and out of her bung with brutal strokes. His prick completely disappeared inside her and his balls slapped her thighs.

Marilyn whipped two fingers in and out of her cunt. "Don't stop!" she heard herself chant. "Don't stop fucking! Fuck hard! Fuck deep! Don't stop fucking!"

Harold grunted and pistoned his prick in and out of Denise's stretched brownie. The couple slipped onto the floor and fucked like two animals in heat. Marilyn frigged herself, watching Denise's tits bounce around wildly.

At one point Denise rubbed her clit and Marilyn squealed with delight and jumped tip off the chair to join them on the floor. She sprawled out in front of Denise and pushed her cunt into the blonde's face.

"Oh, yes!" she yelled. "Suck my cunt, Denise!"

Denise hungrily licked her gash while Harold ravaged her asshole.

"You sweet sluts!" Harold said. "You sweet, hot whores! Jesus, I'm gonna come!"

Denise's entire body trembled when she came and Marilyn watched Harold's face when his thick spunk gushed into her sister-in-law's bowels.

"Sweet Jesus!" Denise yelled. "Oh, my sweet Jesus!"

Marilyn knew then that Denise would never bother her again.

CHAPTER EIGHT

Denise and Harold announced their engagement a month later. Marilyn and Paul were overjoyed. Even when the engaged couple asked if they could live with them, the Greens were happy. At least Denise would stop being so dependent on them.

The wedding was set for a Sunday. Paul and Denise's widower father came a week early to enjoy the prenuptial festivities. Denise and Harold couldn't keep their hands off each other and Marilyn's father-in-law, Sam, seemed amused by them.

"I never thought my daughter would wind up with a good man like Harold," he said.

Marilyn shrugged. She and Sam were having breakfast in the kitchen. Paul had taken the boys to a baseball game and Denise and Harold were out somewhere making wedding arrangements.

The wedding would take place in the house and the reception would spill outdoors if the weather was good. Marilyn promised to make sure the house was clean and Denise was arranging everything else.

Marilyn was amused when Denise announced she was dressing as a bride. The blonde was more attractive every day, but she was too old to dress in white. And too experienced, Marilyn thought. Still, if it would make her happy, so be it.

Marilyn was glad that she had brought Harold and Denise together. Even though they were going to live here for a while, it would mean that Denise wouldn't be so involved in their lives.

"You're a million miles away, daughter," Sam said.

Denise blinked. She'd been dreaming. "Na, I'm right here, Dad," she said.

She rose up and filled the sink with suds. Rather than use the dishwasher, she washed the breakfast dishes and gazed out the window.

"I'll help," Sam said, picking up a dish towel and taking a platter from her hands.

"Thanks, Dad," she said.

"You and Paul must be glad to get Denise off your hands."

Denise smiled. Her father-in-law was so different from both his children. He was in his late fifties, but he kept himself trim and didn't look a day over forty-five.

"She's a different person since she met Harold," she said.

"Happiness changes a woman," Sam said.

Marilyn reached into the sink and pulled the plug. She watched the water disappear down the drain. The clock on the wall ticked loudly.

"How come you never remarried?" she said.

She was suddenly aware of his eyes on her tits. She glanced down. She had dressed as usual in a tight tee-shirt and her nipples were clearly visible through the thin material. She pulled on the fabric.

"I should have worn something less revealing," she said.

Sam chuckled in his gravelly voice. "I'm glad you didn't. I never remarried because I like my life just the way it is," he said.

"And how is it, Dad?" She turned off the faucet and wiped her hands on a towel.

They moved to the den. The blinds were still drawn and the room was dim. The sofa-bed Sam was sleeping on was open.

"I've got a good life, daughter," he said. He gazed at her quizzically.

"Dad?" she murmured, her arms slack at her sides.

"Daughter?" he said, reaching out and taking the bottom of her tee-shirt in his hands.

He lifted up the garment. She raised her arms and he peeled it off her head, leaving her braless tits exposed. He sucked in his breath and Marilyn swayed her hips slightly. Her breathing quickened and her tit flesh quivered.

Sam took her hands and turned them palms up. He kissed them in turn and dabbed his tongue over her palms. Then he released her and she automatically pulled his tee-shirt off his head.

When they were both naked from the waist up, he took her tits in his big hands and squeezed. She closed her eyes and relished the feel of his strong fingers on her boobs. He tested and hefted her jugs and breathed more rapidly.

"You've got a gorgeous pair of knockers, daughter," he said.

"Oh, Dad!" Her nipples were stiffening with excitement. As he stroked them, they blossomed into two berries and darkened with lust.

"Touch me, daughter," he said, and she moved her hands to his crotch and felt his cock and balls.

Sam's mouth fell open as she stroked his dick with one hand and used her other hand to caress his hair-matted chest. His belly was flat and his upper arms were muscular. It was hard to believe he had children the age of Paul and Denise.

He moved one hand to his crotch and guided her fingers to the zipper. She tugged at his zipper and soon his pants were open and her hand was inside.

They tumbled onto the sofa-bed and he climbed out of his pants. They embraced, kissing wetly for a moment. And then Sam slipped his shorts off and lay on his back, naked.

"Not bad for an old man, huh?" he chuckled.

"Not bad for any man," she said, trailing her fingers over his belly.

"My boy isn't taking good care of you, is he?"

"He does his best."

"But his best isn't too good."

"Let's not talk about Paul," she said.

He pulled her down to him and they kissed again. This time he frenched her, sucking her tongue root-deep into his mouth. He explored her teeth and cheeks and tongue with his roving tongue and then he nibbled gently on her earlobe.

He pulled her on top of him and her tits pushed into his bare chest. Her nipples were like two daggers sticking him and she wrapped her arms around his neck.

"If Paul were more like you I wouldn't have to do this," she said.

"I thought you didn't want to talk about him."

"Well, I sort of feel guilty."

"You've no need to feel guilty," Sam said.

"You're just making an old man happy."

Soon Marilyn was completely stripped. They rolled round and Sam's prick rested on her thigh. It felt very, very hard and very, very, big. The brunette was alarmed for a moment. It had grown to enormous proportions. Could that huge thing actually fit into her cunt?

She was about to ask him not to hurt her when he was all over her, kissing and licking and nibbling her neck and ears and shoulders. She twisted and turned, delightfully aware of his erotic caresses and encouraging him to work his way clown between the twin mountains on her chest.

"Daughter, you're a delicious woman," he said, sucking wetly on her tits.

His cock stabbed her thigh, but she could only groan with arousal. She was no longer afraid he would hurt her. She was afraid he might get up and walk out of the house, leaving her horny and alone.

He hovered over her, cupping her ass and kneading her flesh as he sucked her boobs. He went from one massive tit to the other, tracing his lips around the giant slopes and fluttering his tongue over her blood-engorged nipples.

He held one tit in his hand and fastened his lips to the tip. He sucked enthusiastically and it grew even stiffer and bigger. She felt a throbbing in her pussy and shivered. If he continued sucking her tits like this, she would come without being fucked.

His lips remained glued to her tit for a long time. He played with her nipple lovingly while he stroked her tit with his free hand.

Marilyn breathed deeply, her chest heaving under his hands and lips. Her flat, but round belly rippled, contracting rhythmically as her father-in-law worked her over.

Her round hips rolled sensuously from side to side and her long shapely legs opened and closed as she rubbed her thighs together. She jerked when Sam moved a hand over her belly.

He laid the palm of his hand over her navel. Her cunt cried out to be touched, but he took his time, deliberately stroking the expanse of her abdomen.

Marilyn trembled and tangled her fingers in his hair. She held his mouth more firmly against her tits and her legs fell open when his hand wedged between her thighs.

She arched her back and grunted. She squeezed her legs around his hand. The heat of his hand engulfed her cunt and he moved his fingers back and forth on the turgid button.

He ran one finger up and down her slit and tangled the tip in her muff. She tried to force it into her pussy-hole, but he held back. He seemed intent on dominating her.

She loved it. He was so unlike his son. Maybe it skips a generation, Marilyn thought. Sam's grandsons were better cocksmen than their father. That must be it. Good traits like knowing how to please a woman skip a generation.

She became completely engrossed in her lust. Sam stroked her beaver and she sighed when he touched her clit. He teased her unmercifully, but she loved it. It made her even hornier.

He finally rubbed two thick fingers around the wet folds of her pussy. He stroked the sensitive area leading to her asshole. Then he did something that blew her mind. He brought the fingers up to his mouth and licked them clean of her juice.

"Oh, Sam!" she sighed.

"It's delicious," he chuckled. "Want me?"

He rubbed his fingers around her gulch and moved them to her lips. She opened her mouth and accepted them, licking them clean and aware for the first time of her own taste and aroma.

He stroked her cunt gently, bringing her to the peak of arousal and then letting her down again. She gasped and squirmed around the bed, almost desperate for the longed-for release of an orgasm.

"Oh, Sam!" she gasped.

"What, daughter?"

"Fuck me!"

"What's your hurry?"

"I need it so badly!"

"Sssshhhh," he whispered.

She jerked upward, trying to force his finger into her gash. He pulled back, continuing to toy with her clit as she writhed around in a frenzy.

Then he was climbing over her and kissing and licking his way down between the twin peaks of her tits through the deep valley of her cleavage.

He worked his fingers over her snatch while he tongued her belly and her bristly muff. Slipping his hands under her ass, he pried the asscheeks apart and rubbed his thumb over her asshole.

She let her legs fall open to give him total access to her cunt and ass. She offered herself to him, to his fingers and mouth and prick. As he climbed around, his prick stabbed her belly and she moaned softly at the feel of his massive fuck-stick.

Holding her legs apart, he lowered his face to her snatch and licked her cunt-bush with a slow steady fluttering of his tongue.

She rested her legs on his shoulders and reached for his cock. She raised her head and wrapped her fingers around his dick. She sucked in her breath. She could hardly get her fingers around the thickness of his fuck-stalk.

"Fuck me, Sam," she begged. She wanted that piece of meat inside her more than she'd ever wanted anything in her life.

"What's the hurry, daughter?" he said.

She jerked her hips and squeezed his ramrod-stiff rod. He turned his body and licked her inner thighs as he directed his prick over her mouth.

"Yes, let me lick you, Sam," she said. She gasped when his lips covered her cunt. "Oh, Jesus, Sam, suck me!"

He sucked her pussy-flaps into his mouth and ran his tongue up and down the edges. She flicked her tongue over his cockhead and inhaled his manly fragrance.

Shivers of excitement ran down her spine. She forced her lips over his cockhead and held his balls in one hand. His nuts were huge. She nursed on the tip of his cock and wondered how much jism his balls held. Whatever was in there, she wanted it all. She wanted it in her mouth and her cunt and she wanted it in her hair and on her face. She wanted to bathe in it.

She wanted to drown in it.

Then his prick was inside the valley of her tits. She moved her hands to her boobs and pressed them against his cock. His long thick cock nestled in the softness of her boobs and slid back to her mouth.

They were in the sixty-nine position now and she gazed up and saw his huge hairy balls. He gobbled her cunt while he lowered his prick to her mouth.

He thrust his tongue forcefully between her cuntlips and explored her juicy hole. She flicked her tongue up and down his blue-veined cockshaft while he forced the tip of his tongue into her twat.

She tilted his prick backward and opened her mouth wide. Lifting her head up, she pressed her lips to the massive tip of his cock. She sucked the oversized slit in the middle of his cockhead. Sam shuddered and twitched and sighed deeply into her beaver.

She polished the knob of his cock with saliva. Opening her jaws wide, she closed her lips around his cockhead and pressed them around the flanged rim.

He grunted and sucked harder on her twat while she licked feverishly on his cock. He raised and lowered his ass and his balls nudged her face. His nuts jumped inside his ball-sack and she licked them while she pumped his shaft.

Sam fastened his lips to her cunt and bit down on the erected little bud. He whipped it with his tongue and the sex-crazed woman beneath him whimpered weakly.

She licked and sucked his cockhead, suctioning an inch or two of his shaft into her mouth. Her tongue fluttered over the satiny flesh of his knob and she used her fingers to masturbate him. There was no way she could get his entire prick into her mouth. He was just too big.

Suddenly he stopped sucking her cunt. He straddled her tits and held her arms while he forced his entire prick into her throat. She felt a moment of panic when his prick pressed into the back of her throat. She thought she would choke to death, but she swallowed and clutched his cockhead with her throat-muscles.

He pulled back just in time. Then he fed her his prick slowly, shoving an inch in and then pulling back. He reached back and worked his finger into her cunthole. She felt his finger rotating inside her.

Lifting her head, she slid the ring of her lips halfway down his dick. Her lips were stretched wide and she no longer thought about how big he was. All that mattered was having his cock inside her. In one of her holes. She didn't care which. Even her asshole, if he wanted it.

Oh, God, he'll kill me if he tries to get it in my ass! she thought.

And then he was mounting her. He raised her ass up off the bed and draped her legs over his shoulders. His prick nudged her cunt and he rubbed his head around her gulch to wet it down.

He pushed in, spreading her cuntlips open. "I'm gonna fuck you, daughter," he said in a husky voice.

"Yes, Dad, fuck me!" she gasped.

The head of his cock lodged against her cunthole. Then he was inside her, his oversized cockhead stretching her cunthole deliciously. She tightened her ankles around his neck and gazed up at him.

Suddenly she saw Paul's face in his father's. Sam looked younger than ever as he drove his prick slowly all the way into her cunt. She took him easily. She was so wet, his cock slipped in easily. Her pussy opened up to accommodate him and her cunt-muscles gripped him like a leather glove.

With a final grunt, her father-in-law drove the last inch of his prick into her pussy-hole. Marilyn sighed deeply and came at once. She'd been primed and all she needed was one stroke of his prick.

When she came, her cunt squeezed his rod and be used event ounce of control to keep from climaxing. He continued stroking her and she came again and this time he grimaced and split her in two with his dick as he came.

CHAPTER NINE

Denise was happy about getting married, and delighted she didn't have to move out of her brother's home. She tried to convince Paul to add some rooms on to the house so she and Harold could settle in, but he refused. He told her there was enough room and he didn't want the added expense.

The night before the wedding Harold was attending a bachelor party with Paul and Sam. Marilyn was out somewhere with some girlfriends and Denise was home alone with her nephews.

She stayed in her room and packed a suitcase for her honeymoon. Harold couldn't afford to do much, but they were going away for the weekend. She thought about Mark and Steve. She could hear them arguing through the thin walls of her bedroom. Tomorrow night she and Harold would consummate their marriage in her bed. And Marilyn and Paul would hear them groaning and moaning through the walls. The blonde shivered with satisfaction. It was time they reversed roles. For too long she had been the one on the outside looking in.

She listened to Mark and Steve and held a velvet robe against her breast. How she longed to have one more fuck with them before her marriage! She was determined to be faithful to Harold, but she wasn't married yet. If she approached them now, she wouldn't be technically unfaithful to Harold.

A shiver of lust raged through her. She went to the door and opened it. "Mark," she called out. "Come here, dear. I want to talk to you."

"What, Aunt Denise?" he said.

Denise's heart stopped when he walked into the room. "Why are you arguing with your brother?" she said in a whisper.

"Aw, were not arguing," he said. His eyes flicked over her tits and he smirked. "What else is on your mind?"

He gazed at her insolently. Denise cringed. She felt like a little girl for a moment. She cleared her throat and put her robe down on the bed.

"Come here and kiss me goodbye," she said, taking the boy into her arms.

"Aw, Aunt Denise, you're not going anywhere," he snickered.

She held him tightly against her breast. "But I'm going to be married," she said, stroking his hair. "It won't be the same."

"You mean you won't let me fuck you anymore?"

"Sssshhhhhh!" she said. "Never mention that!"

"But, Auntie."

"Don't talk about it!" she said. "That's in the past." She ran her hands over his shoulders and chest. She kissed him on the lips and dabbed her tongue over his mouth. "Let's both forget it," she said, the words tumbling out as she covered his face with kisses. "It's in the past and the past doesn't exist. Only the present exists. Oh, darling, only the present!"

She plunged her tongue into his mouth and sucked on his. They stood eyeball to eyeball and he hugged her to him. "I won't talk about it, Auntie," he said. "I'll never talk about it."

She reached down and felt for his hard-on. "You're all excited," she said. "You've got a hard-on for your aunt!"

He flushed crimson. "Yeah, I guess I do."

"Maybe we'll have one more little tiny fuck and suck," she said, sinking to her knees and pressing her hot cheek against his fly.

He stood with his arms hanging limply at his sides. "That's okay with me," he said.

She tugged his zipper down and reached inside his fly. She felt his cock and balls and then rose up again. "Kiss me," she said and their lips met again in a hot french kiss.

They sat down on the bed and in a moment the boy's hand was up her skirt. "Are we gonna fuck?" the teenager said.

"Touch me!" she said.

"Where?"

"My cunt! Touch my cunt!"

She was wild with desire. She had remained celibate for two weeks. She hadn't let Harold fuck her. She wanted to be pure and virginal for her wedding night. She knew she couldn't replace her cherry, but she wanted to pretend she was getting laid for the first time. Harold didn't mind. He was a thoughtful and inventive lover. Always full of surprises.

She took Mark's hand and directed it to her gash. She moved it inside her panties and he stroked her wet succulent slit. "That's nice, darling," she said. "Keep touching Auntie there. It feels so good."

The boy glanced around the room as he caressed her. He seemed almost bored. Denise began pumping his prick. His eyes glittered when she pumped him.

"Will you take it in your mouth?" he said.

She decided to tease him. "I don't know. Do you think you deserve it?"

He grinned boyishly. "Sure."

"I'm not so sure," she said. "You were arguing with your brother."

"He's a turd."

"Now, now, that's not the way to talk about your brother."

"Well, he is." His face tightened as she rubbed the juice oozing out of his piss-slit over his cockhead.

"Oh, dear, I'm going to miss our little sessions," she said.

"Why can't we fuck anymore?"

"Because I'm going to be married," she said.

"So what," Mark said. "Mom's married and she fucks me all the time."

"You love your mother, don't you?" she said.

"Yeah, she's neat."

"Does your father know about your relationship?"

"Huh?"

"Your relationship with your mother?"

"I don't know what you're talking about."

Denise became impatient as her fingers flew up and down his dick. "Does your father know you're fucking your step-mother?"

"Shit, no!"

"That's deception," she said.

"Aw, Auntie."

"Who gives better head? Your mother or me?"

The boy sat and thought. Denise squeezed his dick-root. "You're both good," he said.

She grabbed his balls and squeezed them brutally. "Who's better?"

"Hey, Auntie, you're hurting me!" She released her grip on his nuts. "Then tell me. Who sucks your sweet little cock better?" Her eyes were wild and Mark thought she might be freaking out.

"You do," he muttered.

"You're lying!"

"Well, you made me say something."

"I want the truth!"

"I said the truth. You're both good." She squeezed his prick and pumped it rapidly. "One of us is better!" she hissed. "Which one?"

"Are you gonna stop what you're doing if I tell you?"

"No, of course not," she said in a sweet voice. She bent over and swiped the tip of her tongue over his pisser. "I wouldn't think of being punitive."

"Huh?"

"Whatever. Now, tell me."

"Well, Marilyn takes it in real deep."

"Deeper than me?" Denise stopped pumping him. Her eyes were wide with and filled with tears.

Mark saw the expression on his aunt's face and thought quickly. "I don't like when she does that. It's no good when it goes in too deep."

Denise threw her head back and giggled deep in her throat. "Wonderful!" she said. "Wonderful!" She rubbed her moist lower lip over his cockshaft and then stopped abruptly.

"What're you gonna do now?" the bewildered teenager said.

Denise stood up on the bed and lewdly spread her legs. She finished undressing and swayed back and forth, holding her tits and pushing her ass in the boy's face.

"Not bad for a woman my age?" she said. She bent over and wiggled her tits.

Mark's cock was painful. He was so turned on he thought he might shoot off and humiliate himself. He stared at his aunt's naked body and wondered if she was crazy. He and Steve talked about Denise a lot and the younger boy was convinced their aunt was bankers. Still, they loved her and she did have terrific tits.

"You're beautiful, Aunt Denise," he said in a hushed voice.

"You like when we fuck, don't you, darling?" she said.

"I love it."

She crouched down in front of him and lifted one tit to his face. He started to head down and take it in his mouth, but she pulled it away.

"Not so fast, young man," she said. Her legs were spread and her raunchy-looking pussy was totally exposed.

Mark's eyes kept moving to the gash between her legs. His prick ached. He wanted to run out of the room and jerk off, but he didn't know how to do it. If he left, Denise might be angry.

She flopped onto her belly and closed her fingers around his throbbing prick. She pulled it toward her lips and licked it slowly. She licked up and down his shaft and over his cockhead. She lingered on the sensitive spot under his knob. Finally she opened her jaws wide, smiled at the boy and fastened her lips around the scarlet head of his dick.

He closed his eyes and groaned when she tightened her lips around the crown. She moved his prick from one cheek to the other, letting it bathe in her saliva.

Mark's face was flushed and he was smiling. His lips were parted and he licked them again and again. She moved one finger into his asscrease and the smile disappeared from his face when she stabbed it into his asshole. "Oh, shit!" he groaned.

"No good?" Denise crooned. "Yeah, it's good," he said in a tight voice. She opened her jaws wider and inhaled his entire fuckpole. She took him all the way into her throat and swallowed. She held his cockroot and his balls nudged her face. And she became aware of someone else in the room.

"Me too, Auntie," Steve said suddenly and Denise spit Mark's cock out and turned to the younger boy.

"When did you walk in?" she said. "And far God's sake, close the door!"

"I heard you yelling before," the boy said, slamming the door shut.

"You fuck-face!" Mark said. "Get the fuck out!"

"He can stay," Denise said. "Sit there and keep still for a moment while I finish with your brother."

The boy did as he was told and Denise concentrated on her older nephew. She was happy Steve had joined them. Now she could have one final fling with both teenagers.

She turned her attention back to Mark. Fastening her lips to his cock, she suctioned it into her mouth and felt it lurch around. The boy grunted as the first spray of jizz splashed into her throat.

The taste of his hot bittersweet spunk made her pussy throb. Jet after jet of the delicious cream spurted into her mouth and Denise gulped it down and sucked out the last drops.

When his dick was soft, she let it drop from her mouth and wiped the excess cream dribbling out of the corners of her lips. Mark collapsed on the bed and the blonde turned to her younger nephew.

"Come over here, you," she smiled, holding her arms out.

Steve had stripped while watching his aunt blowing his brother. He wore only his tee-shirt as he climbed around on the bed. His cock was semi-erect and Denise crouched down and licked it briefly.

"What a bad boy you are," she said.

"I'm sorry, Auntie, but I thought you were in pain."

"Did you think you were rescuing me?"

"Yeah."

"Little devil," she giggled, squeezing his dick.

"Ouch!"

"This is what you wanted, isn't it?" she said. "Isn't that why you were spying on us?"

"Yeah. Hey, that hurts!"

Her hand squeezing his cock, she pursed her lips and directed them toward his mouth. The boy kissed her, plunging his tongue into her mouth and shoving it around.

"Suck my cunt!" she cried. "Suck my cunt!"

She chomped on his tongue, pulling him down on top of her. She used every ounce of strength to push him down and force his face against her twat.

"Suck pussy!" she shrieked.

Mark sat up and watched, mesmerized by the sight of his younger brother about to dip his tongue into Denise's snatch. The younger boy grinned and gazed at his brother as he licked lightly on Denise's cunt.

"Come here and suck my tits!" Denise commanded, tugging at the teenager's hair.

He climbed up on her body and licked her nipples. Denise held his head against her chest and the boy sucked with relish. She finally had to force him to release her boobs.

"My cunt again! Suck my cunt!"

Steve hunched down between her legs and began swirling his tongue over her seething pussy. His hands remained on her tits, squeezing and kneading her doughy tit flesh.

"Eat me! Eat me!" she hissed. "I'm eating you, Auntie," Steve croaked. Denise spread her legs wide apart and raised her ass up off the mattress. Steve buried his face in her gulch and she tangled her fingers in his hair and shrieked as she came.

He rammed his tongue into her pussy. She went wild. She sat up and climbed on top of the boy. He lay on his back and she straddled him, covering his face with her twat.

"Hey, he can't breathe!" Mark said. "He can breathe," Denise said. "See?" She moved slightly and both aunt and nephew could see Steve's tongue darting around her gulch.

"Jesus Christ!" Mark said. He knelt on his knees and his cock was stiff again.

"Let me suck your cock," Denise said and the boy moved closer.

Denise bounced around on Steve's face and bent over to take Mark's cock into her mouth. She clawed at her tits and gulped Mark's entire fuckstick into her throat.

Steve licked wildly on her cunt and she raised her ass in order to better reach Mark. Her ass was directly over Steve's face and he pried her asscheeks apart and lapped his tongue up and down her shit-crease.

He used his fingers on her gash and his tongue on her bung and she slobbered over Mark's prick. Her cunt was aroused and vibrating and she thrashed around from one teenager to the other.

Suddenly she wanted one of them to fuck her. She chose Steve. She pushed both boys aside and stretched out on her back in the middle of the bed.

"Steve, darling, come here and fuck your aunt," she said.

The boy was on top of her in a moment and his cock was inside her hot wet hole. He rammed in forcefully, taking her breath away with his aggressiveness.

Her eyes rolled back in her head and she wrapped her legs around his back. He corkscrewed his dick in and out of her body and she deliberately squeezed her cunt-muscles around it.

She thought she was going blind when Mark sat down on her face and shoved his cock into her mouth. When she realized he wanted her to bring him off, she opened her lips and accepted his cock into her throat.

My boys! She thought as her cunt erupted. My darling boys! I'll never leave you! Never!

CHAPTER TEN

Harold and Denise went on their honeymoon. Sam returned home and the boys went off to camp. Marilyn and Paul had the house to themselves for the first time in their marriage.

It was strange, but fun. They ate when and where they wanted. One day they had dinner in bed and once they had breakfast naked in the kitchen. Paul was a new man without his sister and sons around. Marilyn finally realized that he felt inhibited when the rest of the family were there.

She stopped nagging him about sex and things got better. They experimented and Paul admitted he'd been selfish. She vowed to herself never to foal around with her step-sons again. She'd done no cheating outside of the family, so it would be easy to remain faithful to Paul. Certainly now that Harold and Denise were married, Harold wouldn't come on to her anymore. He was so crazy about Denise, he couldn't keep his hands off her.

The day before the newlyweds were due to return home, Marilyn and Paul had a wonderful fuck. Paul admitted he wouldn't mind a little swinging and Marilyn happily agreed. Swinging! The very thought sent shivers down her spine.

When Denise and Harold arrived Marilyn had a lovely dinner all ready and Paul opened a bottle of wine. The newly married couple held hands during the meal and hardly touched the food. Denise's eyes blazed when she gazed at her husband and Marilyn felt a pang of something like envy. Paul's fucking had improved, but he'd never be the cocksman Harold was.

"It's nice to be home," Denise beamed at her brother and sister-in-law.

Harold put his hand on her thigh and the blonde giggled. Marilyn's heart lurched. Watching Harold stroke Denise's flesh made her pussy lubricate.

The next few hours were a blur. One minute Marilyn was serving desert and the next minute Paul was announcing he wanted an orgy.

Marilyn spilled her coffee in her lap and Denise helped her strip it off and went upstairs and brought her a robe.

The two couples went up to the master bedroom and Marilyn allowed them to position her at the head of the bed. She wore a silk robe and bra and panties. When Harold pulled her arms behind her back and tied her wrists together with his tie, she protested.

"What are you guys up to?" she said.

They all three snickered. "You'll find out," Paul said.

"Are you in on this?" she said, and he smiled mysteriously.

Harold climbed onto the bed and began squeezing her tits. "Take this thing off," he said, pushing her robe off her shoulders.

"Are you boys going to rape me?" she said.

"Rape? Rape?" Denise giggled. "Did anyone say rape?"

Harold's fingers felt lovely caressing her boobs. Marilyn glanced at Paul to see his reaction. He seemed to be turned on by her plight. Incredibly, he was rubbing his cock through his pants.

She sighed and closed her eyes as Harold fondled her boobs. He yanked her bra off and toyed with her nipples. Having her eyes closed made it all the more erotic. Especially because at one point Denise took over and began licking her tits.

They took turns. And then they all three played with her. She had six hands stroking and massaging and caressing her jugs. She had a mouth on one rubbery nipple and another on her thighs.

Paul crouched between her legs and pulled her panties off. He ran a series of kisses on her inner thighs and blew his warm breath over her snatch.

"Am I going to be the star all evening?" she said.

"Hell, no, we're all gonna take turns," Harold said.

"You don't think you're the only one who's going to get all this lovely attention, do you?" Denise snorted.

The blonde lay on her side next to Marilyn and nibbled on her right tit. Marilyn tousled her hair. "You'll never change," Marilyn said.

"But why should I, darling?" Denise said. "Keep sucking," Marilyn said, pushing Denise's mouth back down on her boob.

Suddenly the blonde sat back on her haunches and pulled her sweater over her head. "Look at me," she said to the others.

Marilyn gazed at her. Denise shook her shoulders, causing her tits to bounce around. "They've grown, haven't they?" she giggled.

"I'm sure I don't know," Paul said, his face reddening.

"Oh, sure!" Harold chuckled.

Paul and Denise exchanged glances and in that moment Marilyn knew that Paul was fucking his sister. What a family! She thought with a giggle. Not that I have any right to talk. But, really!

Denise toyed with her tits while she watched her husband and brother play with Marilyn. Marilyn had to admit Denise's boobs looked bigger. Could they have grown in just a few days of intensive fucking?

When Denise had fully erected her nipples, she stretched out on her back and peeled her panties off. She held her legs wide open and exposed the lush forest between her thighs.

Harold watched his wife as he licked Marilyn's tits. "Aren't you glad I dropped in that day?" he said.

"Sure am," she said as he tongued her nipple.

"You really are happy, aren't you?" Harold said.

"Paul is the best thing that ever happened to me," she said.

Harold bit her nipples and Marilyn noticed Paul watching. He had a tiny smile on his face and he was naked. His cock thrust up from his ball-bag and he masturbated while he watched Harold suck Marilyn's boobs.

Marilyn whimpered with excitement. Denise finger-fucked herself, but she moved back to Marilyn's side and licked her tits while she frigged forcefully.

When Harold stripped his clothes off, he knelt in front of Marilyn made her lick the drop of jizz on the tip of his cockhead. Having her wrists tied behind her, back made everything very exciting. She felt helpless, but the feeling was an incredible turn-on. She still couldn't believe that Paul was taking part in this orgy.

Harold moved closer to her. His balls tickled her chin. He pulled back, and his hairy nuts swayed as he wiggled his hips. He rolled his eyes and clutched his cock.

"Big Daddy," he chuckled.

Denise giggled and thrust two fingers into her gash. "Yeah, Big Daddy!"

"Big Daddy make you happy," he said to Marilyn, smacking his lips as he pumped his cock.

He pointed his cock at Marilyn and made a lewd motion with his lips. "Here's to my two women," he said. "Here's to Paul. The man who made it all possible."

"Way to go," Paul grinned. "Mama wants a suck," Denise pouted. Marilyn's wrists ached. "Is someone going to untie me?" she said.

Paul rolled over and untied her wrists. "I'll bet you can't believe I consented to this?" he said.

"Actually, I'm amazed," she said. "When Harold approached me with the idea, my first reaction was to tell him to get the hell out of my house. But when I thought about it and decided it could be the answer to things."

"Oh, darling," Marilyn said. "I think we're going to be okay."

They embraced and Paul stroked her slit. "How does it feel to be on display?" he said.

"I think I'm going to love it," she said.

"Things are going to heat up around here," he said.

Marilyn lowered her eyes. "Whatever you say, honey."

Paul licked her boobs while they watched Denise suck Harold's cock.

"Did you like being tied up?" Paul said.

"Yes."

"Will you tie me up sometime?" Paul said.

"Sure, if you want me to."

"You know what I'd like to do?"

"What, darling?"

"I'd like to give it to you in the back door," he said with a shy smile.

"Why, darling, that's absolutely perverse!" she giggled.

"Does that mean you're interested?"

"You bet."

Denise sucked Harold's prick all the way in to her mouth. Paul slid a finger into Marilyn's cunt and nibbled on her tits while they watched the blonde blow her husband.

Harold and Denise broke apart and joined the other couple. Harold frigged Denise while he watched Paul finger Marilyn.

"Isn't this wonderful?" Denise said.

"Sis," Paul said. "You're the greatest."

Denise blew him a kiss and lay down on her back with her legs widespread. She played with her pussy and motioned to Paul. "Get over here and suck my cunt," she said.

Paul shrugged his shoulders. "What can I do?" he said to Marilyn. "She's my sister."

He bent over and rubbed his face back and forth over her beaver. Denise moaned loudly and grabbed his head. "Spit on me and lick it off," she said and Marilyn watched with fascination as Paul spit an her muff and then licked it up with long swipes of his tongue.

"Dick me!" Denise cried.

"Mmmmmm," her brother mumbled. "I'm licking you."

"Stick your cock inside me and dick me!"

"Sis, shut up," Paul said calmly, tonguing her raw gash.

Marilyn giggled and clapped her hands.

Paul was finally growing up. He wasn't taking orders from his sister anymore. She turned to Harold. "Did you hear that?"

"Yeah, I tamed her, okay."

"Bless you," Marilyn said.

"My pleasure."

"Let's fuck," she said.

"Again, my pleasure."

He fingered her cunt and hefted her right tit in his fist. He stroked two fingers into her cunthole and caressed her cunt. She held his hand firmly against her.

"Keep that up and I'll explode."

"Want to?"

"I'd rather come when you're inside me."

Denise and Paul were fucking now. Denise was on top and she was bouncing up and down on Paul's dick. Her tits flew in the air and her blonde curls cascaded down her back. Marilyn thought she'd never seen her sister-in-law look prettier.

Paul rolled over and Denise landed on her back. Now Paul pistoned his cock in and out of his sister's cunt. The sight of her husband fucking his sister was the most exciting thing Marilyn ever witnessed.

Denise's pussy clutched Paul's dick. Paul stroked a few more times and then shot a load of whitish come into her gash. Marilyn pumped her cunt at Harold's finger as she watched the wanton scene.

He licked her tits while he fingered her. Denise rolled over and began kissing Marilyn. Harold crouched between Marilyn's legs and licked her pussy while Denise french-kissed her.

"Isn't this wonderful?" Denise said.

"Yes!"

"I'm never going to fuck the boys again."

"Ssshhh!" Marilyn hissed.

"What was that?" Harold said.

"Nothing!" Marilyn said.

Marilyn trembled when Denise ran the tip of her tongue over her boobs. Harold plunged his tongue into her gash. For a moment Paul left the room and Marilyn wondered what he was doing.

"He's taking a leak," Harold said.

"Oh, well, I miss him," Marilyn said.

"You like when he watches, huh?"

"Sure. Denise. Don't mention the boys again," Marilyn said.

Harold licked her clit and held her cuntflaps open with his thumbs. "Now this is what I call cunt," he said.

"I'm coming!" Marilyn cried.

When she opened her eyes, Paul was back on the bed. Denise bit down hard on her nipple. She sadistically pinched the stiffened bud and winked.

"You know damn well you won't be able to resist fucking the boys," the blonde said.

"How about you?" Marilyn said.

"I'll do whatever I damn well please," Denise said in a nasty voice. "It's not incest if I go to bed with them. I'm only their aunt."

"And I'm only their step-mother," Marilyn said.

Denise lay down next to Marilyn and kissed her earlobe. "Watch it honey, or I'll tell Paul."

Marilyn knew then that Denise was still crazy. Nothing changed that fact. "You just do that," Marilyn cooed in the blonde's ear. "If it turns you on, be my guest."

Denise shoved one of her long nipples into Marilyn's mouth. "Suck," she snapped. Suddenly she pulled away. "Where's a man." Her long blonde hair framed her face wildly. "I want a man!"

"Quiet, Denise," Harold said. "You just got fucked. Don't be so damn selfish."

He continued licking Marilyn's cunt and Denise looked frantically at Paul. "Paul, honey, play with me."

"I'm bushed," Paul said.

Denise piled her hair on top of her head and rolled her eyes. "I'll scream if someone doesn't fuck me!" she said.

"Oh, shit, lay down," Paul said.

Denise lay flat on her back and Paul crouched between her legs. He lashed his tongue over her cunt and the blonde went crazy. "Are you hard yet?" she said.

"Hard enough," Paul said, straddling her and forcing his half-hard cock into her cunt.

Denise pulled her knees back to her tits and sighed. "Fuckie, fuckie!" she sang.

Paul stroked slowly, his eyes on Harold and Marilyn all the while. "Fuck her in the asshole," he said to Harold.

"Oh, yeah!" Harold said. He slapped Marilyn's butt and the brunette rolled onto her hand and knees.

Harold wet his prick with her cuntjuice and wedged his cockhead in her bung. It hurt at the moment of penetration, but once his shaft was inside her the pain disappeared.

"Honey, are you watching?" she said to Paul.

"You bet. What a fucking sight."

He stopped fucking Denise and lay on his side and watched. Harold plowed in and out of Marilyn's bowels. After a half dozen thrusts, he pulled out and motioned to Marilyn to turn over.

"Lick it clean little girl," he said and Marilyn opened her mouth and accepted his shit-streaked cock in her mouth.

"Perverts!" Denise cried. "Disgusting perverts!"

Harold clapped his hands and once again Marilyn rolled onto her hands and knees. Now he gored her asshole with his fuckpole and Paul stroked her tits.

"Here's to the best little wife and mother in the world," Paul said.

"She's a slut!" Denise yelled.

"Shut up," Paul said.

Denise wrapped her arms around her brother's neck and rubbed her tits against his back. "I love you!" she said.

"What about Harold?" Paul said.

"I love him too," Denise giggled.

Marilyn smiled. She squeezed Paul's hand as her orgasm overwhelmed her. Her sister-in-law was a little strange, but she had a good heart. And at least her marriage was secure. There was a lot to be grateful for.

THE END

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