Kyle tried to keep the conversation going, telling her that he'd viewed those masterpieces firsthand when he'd traveled Europe with his folks, but when Iris leaned forward he found himself looking straight down her cleavage and couldn't get a word out. Her tits rolled against each other with every little movement of her shoulders. Damn, she was bigger than Mom!
"How long do you have to go?" Iris batted her eyes and leaned away, breaking the tension. "How many sets?"
"O-one more."
"I'll spot you."
"You?"
" I do it for Greg." Iris got up and stood at the head of the bench. "He always says he doesn't need me to lift a ton, he just needs a little assist to finish his last rep."
"I guess that's so." Kyle lay back and reached up to grip the chrome barbell, still uncertain. "But you be careful. And I'm not gonna go to failure."
"Go for it, Tiger." Iris took an open, underhanded grip outside Kyle's, her slender fingers brushing lightly against his callused fists. He clenched his eyes shut and concentrated. He suddenly recognized the scent that had turned him on.
His aunt smelled of his mother's perfume.
"Honey, you can't do this right now," Iris giggled. "All your blood's rushing to your dick."
Kyle opened his eyes and stared in horror at the tower of his cock surging toward the ceiling like a leaping dolphin.
"Not to worry, I can fix that!" Faster than Kyle's eye could follow, Iris was on her knees at the foot of the bench hooking her fingers in his waistband. She yanked his shorts down his thighs.
"Wait! Aunt Iris--"
"We'll just let the air out of this big fellow and--Oh, Kyle! Baby!" Wide-eyed, Iris clapped her hands gleefully. "I knew it! You're big as your daddy!"
"Wait, how do you know--"
"You're even as big as Greg!"
"Greg?"
"Sure. Don't look so shocked." Iris flipped her hand dismissively. " I help him like this all the time."
"Y-you do?" This was insane. It couldn't be real. He must have dozed off between sets. He only hoped he wouldn't wake up before his imaginary aunt got him off.
"Uh-huh." Dream-Iris ran warm, very real fingers along the side of his cock, leaving him no doubt that he was wide awake and having the best day of his young life.
"Greg needs his training time," she explained. Never taking her eyes from Kyle's cock, she folded both hands prayerfully around his fuck-shaft and moved them slowly up and down the length of it. "He's going to the pros himself, I'm sure of it. Between practice and training and studying to keep his grades up, I can't have him wearing himself out chasing pussy. Well, I can't, can I? Even if they lined up outside his bedroom door--and they would--it's much too much of a distraction."
As she spoke, Iris stripped off her top and bra to display the biggest, roundest pair of natural tits that Kyle had ever seen. She shimmied out of her shorts and high-kicked them onto a pull-up station a dozen feet away. She'd worn no panties. His mouth watered at the sight of her smooth-shaven peach of a pussy mound.
"I'm just a mother looking after my son, right?" Iris knelt before her nephew again, puckering her full lips and breathing warm air across the taut purple head of his cock. "I'm convinced that providing my Greg with all the filthy pleasures a young stud needs, right at home, gives him one more competitive edge. Draining his balls when the pressure builds up, throwing a wild celebratory fuck when he does well on the field, these things add up. I do want him to succeed."
Kyle could barely believe what his hot blonde aunt was telling him, but it added to his excitement as she expertly stroked and manipulated his throbbing prick. Unlike her sister, Iris was clearly a degenerate slut who happily serviced her own son's sexual urges. She made it sound like they were getting it on every day! It was obvious now why Uncle George was divorcing her. But he could also understand better why Greg didn't appear too cut up about the separation. Everyday access to pussy like Iris would make up for just about anything.
So, maybe Mom was too hung up and guilt-ridden to give Kyle what he secretly longed for, the forbidden joy of an incestuous fuck. Let her be that way, as long as Aunt Iris was here and so much more understanding.
Licking her lips, Iris stretched her jaw wide and engulfed the head of Kyle's cock in the warm moist cavern of her mouth.
"Oh, fuck!" He tipped his head back and raised his hips off of the bench cushion. She bobbed up and down, her tongue curling around his prick, tickling the sensitive spot on the underside behind his knob. Closing her lips, she gently sucked more of him into her mouth. He gasped and bucked, fucking up at her mouth, following her as she rose and descended. He wanted her to take him all, to discover how it felt to have a woman deep-throat his dick.
Because no woman ever had done that for Kyle. The one downside to having a big dick was that most chicks got either got scared off or physically couldn't handle it.
Aunt Iris was not most chicks.
The happy gurgling noises she made as she gobbled his prick to the root and the lustful glow in her eyes proved how much she loved cock-sucking. It was the same hungry look his mom had flashed him when she'd jacked him off.
Kyle pulled his cock from her mouth. A slick trail of pre-cum and saliva dripped down her chin and into the lush valley between her tits. She reached between her legs, swiping her fingers across her pussy and probing up inside to collect still more juices to lubricate her cleavage.
"Let's change places," she told him. Pulling him to his feet, she reclined on the bench. Her hands looked tiny sinking into the sides of her spectacular breasts as she lifted the soft orbs, offering them up for his enjoyment. "I made a nice slippery path for you. Climb aboard and fuck my titties."
A disbelieving Kyle straddled her chest, bracing himself against the steel uprights of the bench to avoid putting his full weight down on her. He slid his rigid prick into the hot, slippery flesh of her cleavage. Iris pushed her tits together, forming a snug tunnel for him to fuck.
"That's the way," she cooed. "Goddamn, it feels so good to have a big hard dick between my boobs again. You're hot as a branding iron!"
Tit-fucking was another new experience for Kyle. He flexed his hips instinctively, gliding smoothly up and down between the warm, luxurious pillows of his aunt's tits. After a few quick experimental thrusts, he slowed down and started pacing himself. She'd already brought him to a fever pitch of excitement with her mouth, and he was not about to let himself go over the edge yet--not for a blowjob or a tit-fuck, no matter how fantastic it felt.
No, he was gonna fuck Aunt Iris's pussy. He hadn't properly fucked many women and he was determined to make up for lost time. Who knew when he'd get another chance? Although, if he had his way Aunt Iris and Greg could move in here and settle down for as long as they wanted.
Iris tilted her head up, licking and kissing his cock-knob whenever it poked out from between her tits. The woman had a sixth sense about cock-sucking; her talented tongue found the most sensitive spot on his prick every time without fail.
It was like she knew he was holding back and was testing his endurance, challenging him not to cum. Maybe he should just let fly and shoot a load all over her face and tits. What would she look like, face painted with his jism? Man, Aunt Iris was such a complete slut that she'd probably lick up and eat all that she could get.
Hell, he'd recover in no time. He was sure of it. Then he'd fuck her as long as they both wanted.
No, better not to take any chances. Kyle rolled off of Iris. "On your feet," he barked. When Iris stood up he grabbed her shoulders and spun her away from him. "Spread your legs apart. Yeah, just like that. Grab your knees."
"Yes sir!" Iris laughed, delighted at the way her formerly shy nephew was taking charge of her. "You mean, like this?" She bent forward from the waist and rested her hands on her knees, her round ass cheeks thrust high. She contracted her inner muscles and her pussy flowered open in welcome. Her pink slit glistened with her juices.
"Don't make me wait," she teased. Kyle pushed the swollen head of his rock-hard cock between her moist, swollen sex lips.
"Yeesss..." she hissed. "Give it to me hard and fast, honey. I can take it all. Gimme all of that big cock..."
Holding his aunt steady with his hands on her slender waist Kyle plunged abruptly forward, hammering balls-deep into her hot creamy fuck-hole.
"Aaaiiiiiee!" Iris howled.
She was incredibly tight, but her supple fuck-tunnel yielded easily to his girthy prick. It was like stabbing into thick, churning oil. He easily slammed his cock home, his hard belly smacking her jiggling ass with every stroke.
"Jesus! Oh fuck, that's a big dick! Play with my titties, Kyle. Milk me, grab my fat nipples and pull as hard as you can!"
Kyle reached around under Iris and grasped her dangling tits while continuing to pump his cock in and out of her pussy. He was afraid at first that digging his fingers so deeply into the resilient pillows of her tits might hurt her. But the more that he pinched and tugged at her hard nipples, the more intensely her cunt spasmed around his pounding prick. Soon he was stretching her elastic flesh out at least two inches as she wailed in ecstasy.
"Unnnngg...I'm cumming!" Iris cried. "Yes, oh, yes I'm there already! Ahhh...don't stop, yank my goddamn boobs off, pound that horse dick up my whore cunt!"
She shook like a tree in a hurricane. Her pussy tightened around her nephew's cock and her fuck-muscles rippled in waves along that magic sheath, sucking desperately at him as he brutally mauled her tits.
Iris loved a rough fuck and Kyle gave it to her, following her instructions to slap her ass and pull her hair like the reins on a pony, pistoning his cock up her squeezing cunt like a rutting bull. Her rapturous moans and cries reverberated off the padded walls and high ceiling of the gym as she climaxed multiple times.
"Unnggh! I'm making it!" Kyle cried. His aunt's only response was to twist her hips and hump harder against him as his scalding white jism jetted into her sopping cunt.
Kyle's prick slipped out of Iris with a wet plop. She straightened up and turned to face him with a satisfied smile.
"That's what I call getting to know each other," she drawled. "Now, what should we do next?"
"Don't ever leave, Aunt Iris," Kyle murmured later as they relaxed together on a workout mat, her head resting on his shoulder. "Please. Stay with us forever."
Iris stretched and yawned. "Not strictly up to me, stud."
"Because you and Mom don't get along? She doesn't even know what you're fighting about. She told me."
"No, it's not me and Vicky. We've, uh, buried the hatchet. But your dad will be home soon. He and I got what you might call unresolved issues." She sat up. "You don't need me, anyway. Not with your mom right here. Why aren't you two fucking?"
"Uh..." Kyle was stunned. He had no idea how to answer such a question.
"You should see yourself! Funny, when I asked your mother the same question, she blushed exactly the same way." Iris kissed him on the mouth, playing with his cock. "And you're getting hard just at the thought of sticking this thing in your dear sweet mother, aren't you? You want each other like crazy. A woman can tell. So, what's keeping you apart? Aside from silly old superstitions, that is?"
"Don't take this wrong, Aunt Iris, but you and Mom are different."
"As in, she's not enough of a whore to fuck her own flesh and blood, like me?"
"Aw, I didn't mean it like that."
"Oh, I take no offense. I'm an unapologetic cock whore and a happy one. No matter what it's cost me," Iris said dryly. "I've known Vicky a lot longer than you have, kiddo. I've seen her in action, and you'd never believe what she'll do when she's in heat.
"She wants to fuck you, Kyle. That's not a guess. So the only question is, do you want to put this big honking prick in your Mama the way you did me?" Iris's hot talk and her stroking of Kyle's cock had him hard as iron again.
"I promise you, she won't disappoint."
A week before, Kyle wouldn't have dared to believe that what Aunt Iris suggested was possible. But that was before his mother's passionate hand job, and before Iris's revelations about her and Greg.
"Yeah." He grinned from ear to ear. "Hell, yeah!""I can't believe you fucked my son!" Victoria hissed.
"Why shouldn't I? You fucked mine." Iris sounded insufferably pleased with herself. "We fucked him together, didn't we?"
"You tricked me into that."
Iris laughed out loud, snuggling closer to Victoria and gently squeezing her tit. The sisters were lying naked together in the big bed that Victoria and Barry shared, on those occasions when he was at home. It was just after daybreak, on the day after Victoria had given in to her carnal need and fucked her nephew. Just as in the old days, Iris had snuck into Victoria's bed in the wee hours, awakened her, and started to play. They'd been kissing and fingering, cuddling, and sucking each other's pussies since then.
True to her nature, Iris had waited until Victoria was at the peak of a powerful orgasm to disclose her seduction of Kyle. Victoria was ashamed that the shocking announcement had intensified her climax even more.
"Don't blame me for what you chose to do, Vicky. I only provided an opportunity for you to act on your desires. And you can stop blaming yourself for wanting what comes naturally."
"This isn't natural! None of it is."
"It is to gals like you and me. Greg and Kyle are grown-ass men, Vicky. They're studs, we're still young and willing and damned good-looking if I say so myself. They can't help but get turned on around us. I sure don't regret fucking my son, not for a minute. And whether you want to admit it or not, you want Kyle. Hell, you got to third base with him before I even got here."
"I never said that."
"Not in so many words, no. But Kyle did. He told me all about it."
"While you were fucking him?"
"Duh." Iris kissed Victoria's nipples, making them hard again. "Kyle wants to fuck you, Sweetie. He's just waiting for the chance. Admit to yourself that you feel the same way."
As always, Iris's soothing words and love play acted like a narcotic on Victoria. And, as always, Victoria fought to resist her siren's call to depravity. "How can you not regret having sex with Greg? It cost you everything. Your husband threw you out. You lost your friends and your home."
"If you put it that way, I have nothing," Iris said with a shrug. "But I have Greg and I'm true to who I am, so I'm happy. On the other hand, you have everything the world values--fame, if you still want it, wealth, and a gorgeous husband. And you are miserable."
"I don't want to lose Barry."
"It's headed that direction anyway, though, isn't it? Have some faith, Vicky. Don't forget that I know Barry, too. He's not like George, not by any stretch of the imagination. Shake things up, and who knows what may happen? Take a shot."
Everything that Iris said was reckless and insane. Yet they made a weird kind of sense to Victoria and, as her sister avidly sucked her nipples and rubbed her clit, the redhead soon found herself willing to risk everything.
Hours later, the sisters stood by the glass doors in the cool shadows of the manor house game room watching Kyle swim laps in the pool outside. Bright midday sun gleamed on his shoulders and back with every long, sure stroke of his muscular arms, highlighting the chiseled muscle of his lanky frame.
"Look at him, out there," Iris prompted Victoria with a smile. "He's everything a woman could want."
"I know," Victoria sighed. "I'm not sure that I can do this. What if he freaks out?"
Iris chuckled. "That's not going to happen. He didn't panic when you jacked him off, did he? You did." At hearing Victoria's old doubts rearing up again, Iris hugged her sister close.
"Barry's three thousand miles away. But your big stud of a son is right here, right now."
Victoria had dressed for the occasion in the same tiny white bikini she'd worn that fateful morning in the Jacuzzi. The little triangles of the top barely covered her areolae and the bottom was nothing more than a G-string. Iris played with her naked ass, continuing to egg her on.
"Vicky, you know damn well that gals like you and me can't go without cock for too long. It makes us loco, which is right where you're headed about now." Iris's fondling sent electric sparks of pleasure flowing through Victoria's body.
"Just let me go on fucking Greg, instead," Victoria pleaded. "We can fuck him together, again. And you can fuck Kyle, and we'll just keep it that way."
"It's hardly fair to Kyle, is it, for him to know that you're fucking his cousin and leaving him out of all the fun?" There was a mischievous note in Iris's voice. "What kind of mother would you be, to deny your own son the pleasure of your pussy?"
She slipped a finger under the little strip of fabric that hid Victoria's mound, just grazing her slit. "Ohhhh..." Wobbly on her knees, Victoria sagged against the door frame. She grasped the door handle and slid it open.
"Go get 'im," Iris said. "Get out there and claim that cock."
The afternoon sun was hot, but Victoria still had goosebumps as she stepped onto the pool deck and headed off to fuck her son. It would be the most shameless, perverted, and exciting thing she'd ever done.
She'd trained since her teenage years to show herself off. Even in her flat beach sandals, she fell into the habitual, confident stride of a model on the runway. Her small round hips swayed with every step toward the pool, her long graceful legs scissoring to display the moist gap between the tops of her thighs.
Kyle stopped swimming and floated silently in the middle of the pool, appreciatively watching his mother approach. He obviously was expecting her. It dawned on her then how carefully Iris had maneuvered them into this moment.
"Think there's room in this wading pool for both of us?" She sat down on the pool rim, dipping her toes into the water.
Kyle held out his arms invitingly to her. She stayed seated, wavering one last time. She could still back out of this.
"Your dad will be home in a few days," she stalled. "I thought you and I should talk before then. About what happened the other day. Remember?"
Kyle grinned. "Don't think I'm gonna forget."
She splashed her feet around nervously. "I've been kind of avoiding you since then, and it's not fair. You didn't do anything wrong. I came on to you, didn't I? So I just wanted to make sure that you're okay with it. I thought you might have some questions."
"About?"
"About why I would do something so perverse. "
"You're young, and you're lonely out here," Kyle said simply. "So am I, a lot of the time."
Poised at the edge of the pool a few feet from him, virtually naked, she could see down through the clear water to the rising bulge in the front of her son's Speedo.
"It's so much more than just loneliness, Kyle. It's you. I want you." She lowered herself into the warm water and paddled to him. They embraced. She wrapped her legs around him, hooking her heels behind his powerful thighs and pulling their crotches tightly together. They were separated only by two thin layers of wet fabric, and the sizzling heat of his hard cock made her pussy spasm with need.
When they kissed, Kyle took the lead. His tongue probed into her mouth and his big hands flew over her back and hips, untying the bows of her suit and stripping her naked. He yanked his trunks off and let them float away on the water with the white scraps of her bikini.
He moved so quickly and aggressively that it took Victoria's breath away. He took the huge sculpted globes of her tits in his hands and kneaded them. She gasped and desperately humped her shaven pussy against his shaft, pawing at his ass with both hands.
"Wow, your nipples are so big," he growled. "I love them."
"Suck them, baby! Suck Mommy's tits." The words came surprisingly easily. Incestuous lust overwhelmed her last inhibitions. She could say what she wanted, do what she wanted, and to hell with the consequences.
Kyle closed his mouth on her swollen nipple and sucked hard. Hot thrills radiated from her tit, spreading through her from head to toe.
"Oh God! Oh, Kyle, that's so good..."
With a few strong back-kicks, Kyle maneuvered them to the end of the pool where he could stand on the bottom. Victoria kept her legs clamped around his hips, still luxuriating in the wicked flesh-to-flesh contact of her pussy mound and his fuck-rod, until he pried her free and lifted her to sit on the marble rim of the pool again. He kissed her from her cleavage, down her belly, working his way toward her wet pink slit.
"Your pussy is beautiful, Mom. Can I kiss it? I want to suck your cunt."
Victoria nodded, too choked by anticipation to speak. Kyle spread his hands on her thighs and pressed gently. She instinctively parted her legs for him. Her pulse roared in her ears as she felt his hot breath tease her clit. She arched her hips, offering herself, putting her hand to the wet curls at the nape of his neck and guiding him home.
When her son's soft lips brushed her swollen pussy lips, Victoria nearly fainted from excitement. He opened his mouth wide to cover her whole mound. His tongue lapped up her slit from back to front, parting her labia and finally circling her stiff pink fun button.
"Ohhhh, Kyle, darling!" she cried. He repeated his oral circuit of her cunt several times, kissing and lingering on every fraction of an inch of her puffy sex lips, taking his time working his way back to her clit.
The uncertainty and awkwardness that Kyle had displayed in the Jacuzzi on that fateful day were long gone now. Victoria felt a fleeting stab of jealousy when she realized that Iris must have given him a crash course in pleasuring pussy. But that anger vanished in a flash when his tongue lanced into her wet, open fuck-hole. She let out a high, thin scream and climaxed.
Her son had just begun. He thrust and darted his tongue up her sex tunnel again and again, keeping his lips sealed to her cunt and sucking while he searched out her G-spot. She convulsed when he found his target. From that point forward Victoria was helpless before him. All she could do was lie on her back on the cold marble, legs draped over his shoulders while he made her cum, and cum, and cum.
"S-stop," she sobbed at long last, gathering what strength she had left to push herself away from him. She rolled weakly onto her side and struggled to her hands and knees. "I've got to have you inside me, baby. Mommy needs to fuck you, right now!"
Kyle swung himself up onto the deck and eagerly swept his mother up in his muscular arms. He carried her to a lounger and laid her on her back, but she held out her hand to stop him before he could climb between her legs.
"You lie down here," she insisted, getting to her feet. "I want to ride you."
Kyle flopped onto his back with a look on his face like it was Christmas morning. Victoria threw a leg across his hips, grabbing the arms of the chair for balance as she lowered herself onto him. The warm velvet dome of his glans touched her pussy mouth. Shudders of delight rippled up her inner walls.
As she began easing her dripping sex hole down over the tip of his cock, he jerked upward and his shaft throbbed ominously.
"Don't!" Reaching between her legs, Victoria gripped his prick right behind the knob and squeezed gently. "Please, baby, please don't cum yet." Kyle closed his eyes tightly and took several long deep breaths, pulling himself back from the brink.
"That's it, that's good," Victoria whispered as she felt his cock's contractions fade. A different sort of guilt than she'd known before welled up in her. "I'm sorry, baby. I just couldn't help myself. If you do need to cum quick, I'll help."
"Nah, I'm good now," Kyle said proudly. "I can control it, honest." He grinned. "When I cum it's gonna be shooting your cunt full of jism."
"That's what a mother wants to hear." Victoria spread her thighs as wide as she could and slid down onto his cock. It had been a while since she'd taken her husband's giant fuck-rod, and she was sure now that her son was even bigger. But her cunt muscles flexed and dilated and she managed to take his full length all at one time.
"Awwwwh, God!" she moaned. She'd never experienced anything like the unbelievable sensations coursing through her. Not with Barry, nor even with the prolific assortment of studs that Iris had matched her up with in school. She went wild, her pulsing cunt gripping Kyle's cock as she bounced her ass up and down his prick, gyrating her hips in big circles.
Victoria fucked her son as if he were her first and only partner. She shrieked, tears of joy rolling down her cheeks as she rode him, holding nothing back. What bliss! She moved her hands from the chair arms and braced them against his shoulders, shimmying and swirling her creaming pussy up and down his skewering pleasure pole with abandon.
"Not...cumming...yet..." Kyle gasped through gritted teeth.
"I am!' Victoria cried, her heart pounding so hard she feared it would burst out of her chest. Waves of ecstasy flooded her senses. She came as she'd never cum in her life.
Just inside the doorway to the game room, Iris was glued to the spectacle of Victoria fucking Kyle. The wanton blonde's short nightgown and underwear were discarded on the carpet and her legs were spread wide, knees bent and feet planted flat on the carpet while she steadied herself against the window frame. One hand was between her legs playing with her swollen clit. Pussy juice leaked from her slit and down her leg.
She heard a sharp, harsh intake of breath behind her. Blunt fingers glided down her ass-crack and reached under her to cup her pussy mound.
"What'd I miss?" Greg asked. His stiff cock brushed the back of her leg.
"You're in time for the main event."
Greg watched his aunt and cousin from over his mother's shoulder. "Fuck, yeah!" he cheered. "Ride that fat cock, Vicky! Look at her going crazy. Man, I can't wait to get me some more of that pussy, myself."
"You needn't worry," Iris said wisely. "A woman who'll fuck her own son is an irredeemable slut for life. My dear sister may not realize it yet, but nothing will be off-limits for her from now on. No experience too depraved."
"You'd know all about that, huh?"
Iris twisted her head around and kissed him, gazing deep into his eyes. "You and I were in the cards from the first day I saw that monster swinging between your legs. No way I was going to let some clueless young slut get to you first."
Greg pushed two fingers into his mother's sopping cunt. She groped behind her, wrapped one hand around his prick, and pumped it as he withdrew his fingers from her sex hole. She rolled his drooling cock-head across her slippery cunt lips.
"Fuck me," she rasped. "Fuck your slutty mother while we watch your aunt take son-dick for the first time."
Greg drove his cock into his mother's cunt, back where they both knew it belonged.
As her tremors subsided, Victoria noticed that Kyle still hadn't climaxed. That was when a wonderfully wicked idea seized her. She lifted herself off of his cock and got to her feet.
"Mom, what's wrong?"
"Nothing, Honey. Not a thing. There's just something else I want to do with you. Get up and let me show you."
Kyle stood up, looking puzzled. Victoria climbed back onto the lounger, kneeling on her hands and knees, and shoved her butt upward. She put her palms on her ass cheeks and pulled them apart gently.
"Would you like to fuck Mommy's ass?" she whispered.
"Would I--you're kidding, right?"
"Uh-uh. I want you to put your great big cock in my asshole and fuck me until you cum inside." She rolled her hips from side to side, beckoning him. Without another word, Kyle got down on his knees behind her. He held his prick in one hand and paused.
"Don't we need some lube or something?" he said doubtfully. "I don't wanna hurt you."
"That's thoughtful, baby," she cooed. "But I think my pussy's got you pretty well slicked up. I've never been as wet as I am right now. And I'm not a virgin back there. I'm pretty sure of what I can take. Tell you what, if you're worried go ahead and give me a couple more quick strokes up my cunt before you take my ass."
Kyle dutifully did as his mother suggested, feeding his still iron-hard prick into her pussy again. He pumped it a couple of times and when he withdrew it a fresh sheen of cunt cream mixed with his pre-cum gleamed along its length in the sunlight.
He aimed and nestled his cock between her ass cleavage. She felt the tip of his cock-head pressing against the tight little ring of muscle that was her gateway to a special kind of carnal pleasure. Concentrating, she relaxed and opened up as best she could. It had been more than a little while since she'd done this. But she wanted her son up her ass more than she remembered ever having wanted any man this way.
Her asshole opened up. "Go on, baby." Kyle eased the blunt head of his cock past her sphincter. Fire raced along her nerves. Little by little his fuck-pole drilled into her rectum, filling her to her very core. She let out a keening, high-pitched wail.
"You okay, Mom? Does that hurt?
"It soooo doesn't," Victoria moaned. "It feels incredible! Fuck me, Kyle! Fuck Mommy's ass and blast me full of jism!"
Even as she gloried in what she thought to be her ultimate act of debauchery, Victoria knew that Kyle couldn't last long. Not this first time. She'd asked too much already of such a virile, horny young guy. It was time to reward him in kind for the exquisite experience he'd given her. After only half a dozen long, slow strokes she started snapping her sphincter around his hard girth, pushing him past the point of no return.
"Agggh!' he shouted. "Oh, Mom!' His cock erupted, shooting a fountain of hot, thick jism into Victoria. To her delight, even as he climaxed he thought of her pleasure, reaching under her belly to find and tenderly roll her clit between his fingers so that mother and son came simultaneously.
"Congratulations, Sis!"
Iris strolled along the deck toward them, hand in hand with Greg. They were both naked. Victoria had been so caught up in the rapture of fucking Kyle that she'd long forgotten that her sister would be watching them.
"So, how's it feel to consign yourself to eternal damnation?" Iris winked at her sister.
"So far? Luscious." Victoria eyed the hard-on swaying between Greg's legs. "But since I'm the last one in this family to fall, I've got some catching up to do on my sinning. Starting now."
"That's the spirit!" Iris put her arms around Kyle while Victoria kissed Greg.
"But you're not the last to succumb, Vicky. Not quite."
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Coming home from an assignment was a time of emotional conflict for Barry Stone. As much as he loved his wife and son, hollow guilt weighed him down at each reunion. Guilt at having become an absentee father to his son, and at his many acts of unfaithfulness to Victoria.
Monogamy wasn't in Barry's nature. Frequent broadcast assignments provided ample opportunity for his many casual adulteries. His fame and the circles in which he moved guaranteed he could fuck as many women as often as he desired. He desired a lot.
On the long flight across the Pacific, Barry had vowed to turn over a new leaf. This time would be different, he promised himself, as he had so many times before.
But as he drove through the main gates of the estate a new problem troubled him. Victoria's email saying that Iris and Greg would be staying with them "for a little while" filled him with dread.
He parked in front of the house and retrieved his bags from the Veyron's stingy trunk. The estate was oddly quiet. There were usually at least a couple of groundskeepers in sight on the drive up from the street, but this afternoon there was no one. When he let himself into the house the place seemed deserted.
"Hello?"
"Vicky gave the staff the week off, dearest."
"Iris."
"You look surprised." She stood poised on the landing halfway down the curved main stair. Her hair was disheveled and she wore a pink dressing gown that belonged to Victoria. It was too long for her and trailed on the stair runner as she descended toward him.
"I hoped you'd be gone by the time I got back," Barry muttered.
She put her hand on his chest. "Hmm. Heart's a little fast. Is a little fear peeking through that great big All-American façade?" she asked with a wry smile. "Or are you just glad to see me?"
He took hold of her wrist. "Knock it off. Where's Vicky? Is everything all right?"
"You mean, have I been running off at the mouth? Relax. I haven't told her a thing. That'll be your job. Come on."
Alarms rang in Barry's head as he followed Iris up the stairs and down the wide hall toward the master bedroom.
"My sister was always terribly bashful for somebody who made her living strutting around in front of crowds wearing scraps of clothing, don't you think?" Iris continued. "Wasn't she the one who wanted this hideaway to begin with? Her escape from the world. But it cramped your style. You've always been more of a player. No one knows that better than I do."
The bedroom door was a few inches ajar. Iris paused with a hand on the doorknob, turning to face her brother-in-law. "Be very quiet. And think hard before you do anything you'll regret." Silently, she eased the door a foot or so further open.
Victoria was naked on her knees in the middle of the bed, riding one guy's cock while she sucked off a second. Barry couldn't see the face of the man his wife was fucking, but the stud whose cock was in her mouth was Greg Maguire.
Barry, with a lifetime of conditioning to respond instantly and move fast, was frozen to the spot. This couldn't be happening; what he saw was impossible.
"What the fuck?" The words came out in a croaking whisper. The threesome could not have heard him over their feral moans and grunts or the noise of the squeaking bedframe. Iris clapped her hand over his mouth.
"Shh! I warned you. Just watch for a minute."
Victoria bounced enthusiastically up and down on that mystery prick, revolving her hips as she rose upward until the head was visible for an instant between her cunt lips before dropping down hard to take him to the balls. The guy squeezed her pert ass cheeks as she rode him. Whoever he was, he had a gigantic cock. It stretched her pink pussy out in a taut, elastic "O." The whole tree-like shaft dripped with her pussy juice.
Greg had a big hand tangled in his aunt's long red curls. He stood next to her shoulder, and her head was turned enough so that Barry could barely see Victoria's perfect profile, her lush lips distended by her nephew's thick cock. Her eyes were half-closed and her long eyelashes fluttered in an expression of lustful bliss.
"Beautiful, isn't it?" Iris whispered into Barry's ear. "It's like a dance. These three have been fucking a lot the last few days. They're really in sync with each other."
Barry shook his head violently to clear it. He took a step forward. Iris blocked his path.
"Out of my way. I'm gonna kill all of them."
"You'll do no such thing. Look at how your meek little wifey loves taking on two guys at once. Why would you want to deny her such a simple pleasure? Especially since you'd never pass up a chance for a good group scene, yourself."
"That's different."
"How?"
"It just is. Move."
"I swear, you and Vicky are a pair. It's always 'my kink's not as bad as yours, Iris. I'm different from you.' I'll tell you something: none of us is all that different in the ways that matter. But okay...have it your way."
With a show of resignation, Iris stepped to one side and slipped behind Barry. She put her hands on his hips. "One thing, though...if you're so hell-bent on punishing them, why are we still whispering?"
The question stopped him cold. Iris moved her hands around to his crotch. Taking advantage of his indecision, she unzipped the fly of his trousers, reached inside, and grabbed his rapidly hardening cock.
"That's what I figured," she snickered under her breath. "Watching always did turn you on." Loosening Barry's belt and lowering his trousers, she ran the fingers of both hands along his prick from one end to the other. "Just keep on watching, and consider the possibilities. For both of you.
"You two belong together. Even I could see that, all those years ago. That's one reason I backed off," Iris explained as she jacked his prick.
"Not the main one."
"No. There was Greg. Or there was going to be, anyway. I didn't see how that would work, you being married to my sister while you and I had a son together. So I ran. Should have known that you'd put two-and-two together eventually."
On the bed, Greg was directing Victoria's blowjob now, holding her head in his hands and moving it up and down his cock while thrusting his hips to and fro. It was astonishing how effortlessly she could throat such an oversized fuck-rod while sliding up and down the big prick in her cunt.
Despite himself, Barry's heart swelled with unexpected pride, both to see his usually reluctant wife embracing her inner sluttishness and at Greg's confidence and physical gifts. As much as it hurt, he understood why Iris had fled so far away. No one with eyes could have mistaken Greg for George Maguire's son or failed to recognize his resemblance to his real father.
"I would have realized the truth sooner, if I weren't so damned selfish. It was just easier not to know," Barry confessed. "And by the time I reached out, you refused to talk."
"Yeah, you're a big old selfish dumbass for sure. But you're as honest as you know how to be. I guess." Iris walked on her knees around in front of him. He winced at the intense pleasure when she sucked his cock-head into her mouth. Youthful memories and yearnings consumed him. Barry had been sucked off by hundreds of women. None compared to Iris--not even her sister, though he felt disloyal for thinking it.
"You could have...called when you got into t-trouble with George," he gasped. "I'd have helped."
Iris stopped sucking his cock and looked earnestly up at him. "I didn't want your help. I wanted us to be together. All of us, as a family. So I had to win Vicky over, the best way I know how."
"You're a wonderfully manipulative bitch," Barry said, smiling down at her.
"But my heart's in the right place." Iris glanced back over her shoulder at the action on the bed. "Mm-hmm. Look at them go. Our son's an unbelievable fuck, Barry. Endless stamina. Like you."
"You're fucking Greg?" Barry asked in disbelief.
"What, you think I wouldn't? You know me better than that, I hope. As soon as I saw how he took after you in the dick department I started laying my plans. And then, I laid him. There hasn't been a day since his eighteenth birthday that Greg hasn't been inside all my horny holes."
Barry's physical reaction to Iris confiding her incestuous indulgence with their son shocked him. His cock got as hard as if he hadn't fucked in a week, despite having spent several hours nailing a flight attendant on a company jet just that morning. Far too pleased with herself, Iris took his prick into her mouth again, happily humming to vibrate her throat around his shaft.
He was so excited by the whole turn of events that she had him on the verge of cumming within seconds. As his balls tightened and he was about to explode in her mouth, he kept watching the bedroom action.
Victoria was making it too, bucking faster and faster atop the guy she was fucking, until suddenly her frame shook so violently that she almost toppled over. Greg's cock slipped from her mouth. "Oh God," she squealed "Cumming! Oh, oh, oh Greg! Oh Kyle, baby! Fuck Mommy! Fuck!"
"What!"
Barry pulled free of Iris, threw the door open, and barreled into the bedroom. Unfortunately, his pants tangled around his ankles and he pitched forward head-first, just managing to tackle a bedpost to avoid crashing onto the floor.
Victoria jerked as if she'd been tasered. She jumped up and rolled off of Kyle. He sat up and stared at his father, aghast.
"Dad!"
"Darling!" Victoria squeaked.
"Heya, Uncle Barry!" Only Greg seemed unconcerned by the turn of events. That made a strange sort of sense; this wasn't his first rodeo, after all. Not long ago the man he'd thought was his father had caught him boning his mother. He leaned back against the headboard, stroking his dick, content to see how the confrontation would play out.
"Are you hurt?" Victoria's instinctive care for her husband overrode her momentary panic at being discovered fucking their son and his cousin. She bolted from the bed to help Barry to his feet.
"Oh, never better," he snapped, shaking her off. Victoria's blood ran cold at the anger in his voice.
"Don't let the big goof scare you, Sis." Iris pushed past her brother-in-law to hug Victoria protectively around her shoulders. "He was about to nut out there just now, spying while you got it on with the guys."
"You're fucking our son!" Barry sputtered. He turned on Kyle. "And you--what the hell were you thinking, kid?"
Rather than withering before his father's fury, Kyle glared defiantly back at him. "What are you thinking when you're off fucking around on Mom?" he said evenly.
"Like father, like son," Iris joked, trying to break the tension. "Your damn dicks do all your thinking for you." Looking Barry up and down, she added, "You look ridiculous. Get out of those trousers before you trip over yourself again and break something. And come to bed."
Victoria was amazed to see her husband follow her sister's directions without protest. He undressed in sullen silence and sat down on the edge of the bed.
"Our Barry didn't get where he is by fumbling his opportunities, did he?" Iris purred. "Hot-headed as he can be, I imagine he's seeing the advantages to exploring, shall we say, more open and honest familial relationships." She chucked Barry under the chin encouragingly, as a mother might a son. "Aren't you, big guy?"
Barry frowned and looked at Victoria, confused. "I never thought you would be up for anything this, um, extreme. I knew you liked fucking, but in a more conventional way."
"A more boring way, is what you mean," Iris corrected.
"Iris and I have never been all that different from each other," Victoria confessed. "I didn't want to admit that to myself. The same way I wouldn't admit that you weren't capable of being celibate for more than about an hour when you were jetting around out there on your own."
"An hour? " Barry looked hurt.
"Hush!" Victoria held up her hand for silence. "That Vicky is gone forever, Darling. I can't go on like this any longer, playing maiden in the tower while you gallivant around the world. I need fucking. I need a man. Hell, I'm a slut like my sister, I need men, as many as I can get. But most of all, I want fucking by someone who loves me."
"Our son."
"You and Kyle both." Victoria saw her husband's cock rise a little at the words. She fought the urge to touch it right away. "That is, if...?"
Barry must have read her mind because before she could act he took her hand and placed it on his surging cock. After all of these years, the mammoth size and shape of her husband's prick still thrilled her as no other man's did--except for one. Even with the love that she felt for Barry as she stroked his shaft, her eyes strayed to Kyle's similarly enormous fuck-rod. It jutted up from the close-clipped hair of his crotch, wet with her pussy juice and still ready for his mother.
"You guys should take her together," Iris suggested, catching the glint of whorish hunger in her sister's face. "Make this a real family reunion."
"Jeez, Mom, can you just for once stop trying to control everybody?" Greg snagged his mother's arm and pulled her onto the bed, stripping off her dressing gown. "It's time you used your fucking mouth for what it's really good for."
Still holding Barry's cock in one hand, Victoria gripped Kyle's in the other. "What do you say, darling?"
"I say it's only fair to Kyle that you finish what you started. How about you get up on your knees and suck the spunk out of him while I doggie-fuck you?"
Before she knew it, Victoria was taking cock at both ends. It was the hottest thing she'd ever done, not only because of her newly-discovered passion for double-fucking but because of who was fucking her. Her beloved husband knelt behind her, clutching her hips and fucking his big prick into her cunt, while her mouth was utterly stuffed with their son's giant cock.
She shivered with lust as Barry smacked her butt and yanked at her hair. He'd have dragged her right off of their son's cock except that Kyle determinedly arched his hips to follow every time her head was pulled away from him. All the time that he relentlessly fucked his mother's face, his father drilled into her overheated cunt, impaling her on his meaty fuck-pole.
The voluptuous, long-legged redhead shrieked and thrashed, a delirious captive of her wanton lust and of the two men she adored.
Meanwhile, Iris was occupied with sucking her son's prick. She curled her tongue around it, sucked his smooth shaft into her mouth, and swirled her tongue over the hot knob. Getting ready to swallow another tasty load of jism from her favorite cock, she reflected on how well her maneuvering had worked out, in the end.
Iris's schemes might fail as often as they succeeded, but she recovered well.
"There's no reason you two should be in a hurry to move on," Barry told Iris as the five of them relaxed naked in the Jacuzzi under the golden rays of a perfect sunset. "I've decided that I'm going to negotiate my next contract to work fewer events, but it sure would be nice if you and Victoria had each other when I'm away in the meantime. This is a big place."
"A very big, too-empty space," Victoria agreed. "And you're family. You two are welcome to live with us for as long as you like."
"That's what I told Aunt Iris yesterday," Kyle said. "Stay forever. Please?"
"Works for me," Greg said. His tone was casual, but Iris could tell that, behind his perpetually laid-back mask, the outcome of the discussion mattered very much to him.
"We'd love to," Iris said. "But Barry, we still have to have that talk." She looked at Victoria. "Barry and I need to tell you something."
"Is it something that can wait for an hour?" Victoria asked. She stretched like a preening cat, bent forward, and planted a kiss on her husband's cock. "I'm more in a fucking than a talking mood right now."
"An hour," Iris said, opening her legs for her son to mount her. "Or maybe two."
"Or three." Barry agreed hastily, relief evident in his voice. "Kyle, make yourself useful and give your mom a good fucking while she sucks my cock."
THE END