"Oh, Ralph," Mildred sighed. Her face covered with his cum, she licked a droplet from her lips and looked up at him lovingly. "That was beautiful… you came so much for your mother… I love your cock so much!"
Ralph smiled back down at her, satisfied. But only for a little while. That night mother and son would fuck constantly and feverishly, reveling in the depraved pleasures of each others' bodies, until Ralph's big dick ached and Mildred's cunt and asshole hurt from fucking so much. At no point would either of them realize that they were grunting and groaning quite loudly, and if sister Trisha had stirred from her sleep in the bedroom next door there would have been no way she could have avoided hearing the wild sounds of their incestuous fucking.
CHAPTER EIGHT
"Precisely three-fifteen p.m. on the dot, a little summer music coming up on this sunny Tuesday afternoon, and hey, kids, can you believe how hot it is today? Ninety-seven degrees at the station and the humidity's rising! I mean, blegh! Natch! Yuch!"
Trisha swore girlishly and leaned across the bed to turn off the clock radio. She was in no mood today to listen to some stupid dee-jay to tell her how hot it was, especially when she was suffering with it herself. Today Trisha was in a very bad mood.
Ralph wasn't fucking her anymore. Lying naked on her mattress, the sweat clinging to her creamy body as the heat wave overwhelmed suburbia, Trisha fingered her hair fringed pussy as she daydreamed of her brother's throbbing, spurting cock.
No, he hadn't fucked her once in a whole week! All year long she'd waited for his prick to give her cunt the pleasure it needed, and now he was too busy humping their mother to bother with little sister at all.
Trisha knew they were doing it. She heard them in there every night. The bed squeaking like crazy, all that grunting and groaning – who did they think they were fooling anyhow? Trisha didn't object to the incestuous relationship between mother and son. She just wished Ralph could have saved a few of his wonderful hard-ons for her.
Well, there was only one thing left to do… As Trisha thought of her father, her clit stiffened against her wriggling finger, and the juice from her pussy seeped down to moisten the soft flesh of her inner thighs.
Deep down she had always wanted to fuck her daddy most of all. Ever since spying him through the hole in the closet wall she had fantasized constantly about his enormous dick, imagining what it would feel like pulsing inside her cunt, how good it would taste to have that monster cock in her mouth and suck it hard.
Now was the perfect time to seduce him. Ralph and Mildred were gone for the day, probably fucking their brains out in some motel, Trisha suspected, and her father was working in the study downstairs. They were alone in the house, and there was no chance of their being disturbed for several hours.
Trisha felt ready to fuck her father now. Her body had grown so mouth-watering desirable by any man's standards, and she'd become much more confident. She was still a little frightened of her father, but that was more than compensated for by her wanton lust for his cock.
The only problem was how should she go about seducing him?
Then Trisha had an idea. Giggling mischievously, the stacked teenager rose naked. It was the perfect scheme – she'd dress in the sexiest clothes she had and ask her dad if he thought her outfit was proper for a date. As soon as he got a good look at her body, Trisha was pretty sure Frank would have a hard time resisting the charms of his daughter.
After a minute's deliberation Trisha selected a t-shirt and a pair of faded blue-jean cut-offs. The t-shirt was three sizes too small. It rode up to reveal her saucy belly bulge and clung wantonly to her big, firm tits. Her nipples were clearly visible through the sheer white fabric. The cut-offs, if possible, were even smaller, revealing her cunt slit, exposing several inches of her perfectly formed ass cheeks.
Trisha took her time getting dressed. The heat was so bad that it was difficult to move, but that didn't stop her horny pussy from aching and throbbing with the slightest movement of her body. Trisha almost felt embarrassed by the extreme wetness of her cunt. She wanted to fuck her daddy so badly, and she wondered if he would be able to smell her fuck juices as soon as she walked into his den.
Finally she was ready. She paused to study herself in the mirror, giggling as she imagined her father's probable reaction to the sight of so much of her body. Then she padded silently out of the room and tiptoed down the stairs, conscious of the way her D-cup breasts jiggled with every step, her fat, rosy nipples stiff through the t-shirt.
In the dark, handsomely furnished den, Trisha was delighted to find that the heat had gotten to her father as well. Frank was sitting behind his desk in only his boxer shorts. The sweat shone on his hairy, tan, muscular body as he worked on some papers.
"Hi, Daddy," Trisha said innocently, prancing into the den and kicking the door shut behind her. "Mind if I talk to you for a minute?"
"All right, Trisha, as long as it doesn't take too long. I'm working on some very important…"
Then Frank saw his daughter's body.
Instantly the ruddily handsome face of the thirty-nine year-old executive froze in an expression of horror and amazement. It was obvious that Frank had never dreamed his daughter had grown such a stacked and desirable body.
"Jesus, Trisha!" he gasped openly. "What the hell do you think you're wearing!"
"That's what I wanted to talk to you about, Daddy!" Trisha replied brightly. She sat on the edge of his desk and crossed her legs, forcing the skin-tight hem of her cut-offs to ride up further over her succulent ass cheeks. "See, I've got this really hot date tonight and I want to look good for it, and it's so hot and all, and I was wondering – do you think this is an okay outfit to wear for a guy?"
Frank was unable to say anything. All he could do was sit and stare at the lush voluptuousness of his teenage daughter's body. His eyes focused on the ample shelf of her firm tits, running down to her ass and taking in the expanse of her slender shapely legs. A bulge began to form in the crotch of his boxer shorts. Just as Trisha had suspected, her body was giving him an uncontrollable hard-on.
"What's the matter, Daddy?" she asked innocently. "Is something wrong?"
"I don't… ah, that is, uh, I don't think I'm really qualified to comment on these matters, Trisha," Frank stammered. As his huge cock swelled, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment. He knew how obvious his stiff dick was getting. "I mean… this is a woman's department… you'd better have a talk with Mildred, ah…"
"Aw come on, Daddy, you can talk to me about it!"
Before Frank could stop her, Trisha jumped off the edge of the desk and into his lap. She wrapped her arms teasingly around his neck and kissed him playfully on the cheek. She felt his hugely stiff prick throbbing against her cut-offs. Deliberately she wriggled her ass all over his hard dick.
"Oh my God, Trisha," Frank muttered. "I don't know… oh God!"
"C'mon, Daddy, can I wear it or not?" Trisha asked. She pressed closer to him as she wriggled on his lap, her spongy tits flattening against his naked chest. "I really respect your advice! You can tell me what you think! You know how much I love you!"
Frank was no longer able to say anything. Instead he just sat there and blushed. Completely hard now, throbbing and pulsing, the fat knob of his cock pushed through the opening of his boxer shorts and pressed against the creamy whiteness of Trisha's thigh.
"Oh, Daddy!" Trisha exclaimed girlishly. "What have you got in your shorts?"