"Ohhhhh, honey, it's so good," she whimpered.
The doggy position was a first for Irene, since she and Glen had fucked in the same old missionary position for twenty years. She loved it, and she loved her son's tirelessly hammering cock. This was no guilty quicky in the dark, like she was used to. This was a nice long fuck, thoroughly satisfying.
Irene let the hot pleasure linger in her pussy till she couldn't contain it any longer. She felt the violent orgasm starting deep in her cunt and then radiating out to shake her whole body. Her cunt clamped hard around Todd's cock, and he yelped and began to shoot his load, filling his mother's womb with boiling jism.
"Ohhhh, cream me, honey, unnnhhhhh!" Irene wailed.
"Awwwwww, fuck, take my come, Mom!" Todd roared.
He'd hardly finished coming when Matt took his place. Todd pulled out, and his kid brother crammed his nearly exploding cock into their mother's fiery-hot pussy hole. Irene gurgled with delight as she took her second stiff boy cock. Matt fucked her even harder and faster than his brother had.
"Oooooo, yes, baby, fuck me good," Irene squealed.
Terry and Todd exchanged triumphant grins. Mom was on their side now, and they wouldn't have to worry about her telling on them. She wouldn't be spoiling their fun she'd be joining in on it. They watched delightedly as Matt fucked her hard and fast, swiftly bringing her to the brink of another body-wracking orgasm.
"Ohhh, Matt, baby, fuck me hard," Irene groaned, "fuck me as hard as you can, make me come."
Matt fucked into her with all his speed and force, making her ripe body shake and her big heavy tits swing back and forth. That did it for Irene. She screamed as a violent orgasm ripped through her body, and Matt was right behind her, yelping with bliss as he shot his load into her sucking cunt. Mother and son writhed and moaned together for almost a minute before they finally rolled apart.
"Mmmmmm, that was wonderful, kids," Irene sighed. "I guess you've changed my mind about sex. But we'll have to be very, very careful not to let your father find out what we're doing."
"Wouldn't it be easier just to let Dad in on the fun?" Terry asked.
"Honey, he'd never agree to that," Irene said. "You'd never get him to see things our way."
"Oh I don't know about that," Terry grinned. "I think I'll just give it a try."
CHAPTER EIGHT
Irene was sure that nobody could break through Glen's inhibitions about sex, but Terry insisted on trying, so they came up with a plan. If it backfired, only Terry would get into trouble, and Glen wouldn't know about the incestuous activities of the rest of his family.
The boys and Irene hid in the kitchen, where they could peek out and see what was happening in the living room. Terry waited there for Glen to come home. She'd dressed in skin-tight jeans and t-shirt, and she hadn't bothered with a bra or panties. At the usual time Glen arrived home from work, looking surprised to find only his daughter waiting for him.
"Hi, honey," he said, "where's your mother and the boys?"
"They decided to see a movie," Terry said, "so dinner's gonna be a little late. Can I get you a beer, Daddy?"
"Sure, honey, thanks," Glen said, sinking onto the couch. "Boy, I'm bushed. It's been a long hard day."
Terry got a cold bottle of beer from the fridge and winked at her mother and brothers. As she returned to the living room she walked with a bounce, making sure her braless tits would wobble under her tight t-shirt. Daddy noticed and frowned with disapproval, just as she'd anticipated. She tried to keep an innocent smile on her face as she handed him his beer.
"Here you go, Daddy," she said. "Is something wrong?"
"Yes, young lady," Glen growled, "it's the way you're dressed. Or rather, not dressed."
"Huh?" Terry said. Then she looked down at the erect nubs of her nipples. "Oh, silly me," she giggled, "I forgot to wear a bra."
Glen reddened and said, "Well, go put one on immediately."
"Oh, Daddy, bras are so uncomfortable," Terry said, plumping herself down beside him on the couch. "It feels so good to go without one. In fact it'd feel even better without a shirt."
She promptly tugged off her t-shirt and flung it on the rug. Glen's eyes almost popped. He stared at his daughter's naked tits. They were gorgeous, apple-size and shape, capped with erect little nipples. He felt a sudden hot swelling in his balls, and to his embarrassment his cock started to stiffen. He fought to regain his self-control.
"Terry, you should be ashamed of yourself," he snapped. "Put your shirt back on this moment."
"Oh, Daddy, it's such a hot day," Terry cooed, "too hot for a shirt. I'm sweltering. Just feel."
She took one of his big callused hands and placed it on her tits. Glen barely stifled a groan she touched the deliciously soft and silky flesh. But he couldn't stifle his cock, which had a mind of its own. It continued to stiffen and swell. The burly trucker got very red in the face.
The problem was, he'd secretly been thinking a lot about teenage girls lately. He loved his wife, but their love-making had gotten deadly boring, and he couldn't help thinking about more exciting forms of sex. His favorite fantasy was about fucking a tight-cunted teenage girl.
Now a gorgeous teenager was letting him feel her naked tits, and it was turning him on like crazy. But there was just one problem. The girl happened to be his daughter.
"Terry, stop that," he growled.
But she held his hand firmly against her tits and sank back against the couch gurgling, "Rub my tits, Daddy, it feels so nice."
Glen didn't know what came over him. He set aside his beer and placed both hands on his daughter's beautiful high-riding breasts. He began to squeeze and caress, and Terry gurgled with pleasure. His cock finished its swelling, going hard as a rock and crowding his pants. His balls went taut with an enormous load of jizz.
"Mmmmmm, yes, Daddy, I love that," Terry cooed.
Spying from the kitchen, Irene was amazed at how fast the girl had turned Glen on. Then she realized that he was just as ripe for seduction as she had been. He must be just as bored with their sex life, just as eager for a change.
She really couldn't blame him a bit for responding so fast to Terry's flirting.
She even hoped Terry succeeded in fucking him. Somebody had to light a fire under Glen and get him to change his style of love-making. Irene couldn't go back to the old dull bed routine they'd established. She had to have exciting sex. She was silently cheering Terry on as the girl worked to break down Glen's defenses.
Glen was starting to breathe loudly and harshly as he played with his daughter's hot throbbing tits. Her pointed nipples were poking into his palms, and she was giving little moans and gurgles of delight as he fondled her sensitive breasts. He realized he was getting his own kid sexually aroused, but he just couldn't stop himself. He was having too damned much fun.
"It's so hot," Terry murmured, "I think I'll take off my jeans, too."
Glen didn't protest, assuming she'd be wearing panties and would still be decently covered. So his eyes got huge as she skinned out of her jeans and went totally naked. He stared at her cute little dark bush, and his cock almost tore its way out of his jeans.
"Terry, honey," he said hoarsely, "you really oughta put some clothes on."
"But I'm so comfortable this way, Daddy," she purred. "You would be, too. Let me take your clothes off."
She was already tugging at his t-shirt as she spoke. She got it off, then ran her fingers through the thick hair mat of his broad chest. Then she slid down in front of him and removed his work boots and socks. Her fingers went for his fly, and Glen got red as a beet. He couldn't let her see that he'd gotten a stiff cock for her.