I was, but didn't want her thinking I was being nosey. What her and Mom had been talking about did have my curiosity up though. And what about this fancy camera Grandma was talking about? The only camera I remember Mom ever owning was an old instamatic that I'm sure has seen better days.
"What's this about a camera," I asked.
"I bought her one of those ones that records on a DVD for her birthday last year. But I don't think she has even taken it out of the box yet," she answered.
"Cool," was all I could come up.
Grandma made us a nice breakfast and then I helped clean the dishes, making sure to rub up against her soft ass whenever I stood behind her at the sink.
"We don't have time for any Tom-Foolery boy. We need to get ready and hit the road," she said, swatting my hands from her ripe tits.
With our bags packed, and some of Grandma's new purchases in my extra suitcase, we hit the road. My car, a 1969 Buick Wildcat complete with a big bench seat in front and lousy gas mileage, was an absolute joy to drive. It cruised down the road with ease, and being so big, most other drivers steered clear of it. Dressed in loose jeans and faded pocket t-shirt, Grandma wearing the white blouse and maroon long skirt she had arrived in, we settled in for a comfortable trip. Just over three hours later, and one of Grandma's hummers that nearly got us killed at 70 miles an hour, we turned into the quarter-mile dirt road to my parent's house.
As we got closer to the house my heart sank. A large wonderful part of my childhood was no longer there shading the left side of my old home. Probably nothing left of the old oak but firewood I mused as we parked near the large maintenance shed on the right. Mom's car and Dad's beat up truck were parked there, so I knew they were home. Being a gentleman I went and opened Grandma's door for her. Reaching in to help her out I saw she had hiked the long skirt up to her waist. When she spread her legs to get out I was pleasantly surprised to see she was wearing the crotchless panties from last night.
"I like a cool breeze down there when I travel," she remarked smiling.
"You're such a tease old lady," I shot back with a big grin on my face.
"Get my bags boy," she said, then slapped my ass before saying, "I'll show you who's old later."
It took two trips to place our bags on the wide front porch before swinging the front door open.
"Mom? Dad?" I called out, but no one answered.
My parent's house had two huge bedrooms upstairs, a large living room, with the kitchen and laundry room off toward the back. Two armchairs sat across from the big leather couch with a hefty coffee table in front of it. I remember it taking two people to move that table because it had been built so sturdy. A large flat panel TV sat where every seat in the room could view what was playing on it. There were also two full bathrooms, one downstairs in the master bedroom and the other one separating the bedrooms upstairs. Each upstairs bedroom had a door leading into the bathroom, so if you wanted any privacy you had to lock both doors. I took our bags and placed them in the bedrooms before hunting for my parents.
Grandma went to the kitchen to make us some coffee while I searched the house and back yard for Mom and Dad. Not finding them I headed to the maintenance shed. The big overhead door was closed so I let myself in through the side entrance. Once my eyes adjusted to the dimness I could make out all the equipment Dad used to keep things running on the farm. A quick search revealed no one there so I stepped outside and was headed back to the house when I spotted them. Coming out of the walnut orchard holding hands, their faces a little flushed, they didn't see me right away. When Mom did spot me she let out a squeal and ran the thirty yards to where I stood. It was a delight to watch her small boobs bouncing under her flapping housedress as she approached. Giving me a tight motherly hug and a peck on the cheek we waited for Dad to catch up. He shook my hand, clapped me on the back, and told me he was happy to see me.
"How did you and my Mother get along," Mom asked.
"Splendidly," I answered with a sly smile in her direction.
"She did come with you, didn't she?"
"Yeah. She was making some coffee when I left to find you two," I told her.
"Coffee sounds good," they said in unison.
We found Grandma sitting at the big dining table in the kitchen waiting patiently sipping on a cup of coffee. We joined her after fixing our own cup. Dad kissed her on the cheek before sitting down. They have always gotten along, so it was no surprise to see this kind of affection from my father.
"I put our stuff in the bedrooms upstairs," I informed no one in particular. Dad shot Mom a funny look, so I asked, "Something wrong?"
"Well honey, it's just that your Aunt Marcy is coming later today and there's only two bedrooms up there," Mom said apologetically.
"No problem. I can sleep down here on the couch," I assured her.
"Nonsense," Grandma chimed in. "If the boy doesn't mind bunking with an old woman, he can stay with me in my room."
"Wouldn't that be a little weird for you, Elsie," Dad asked.
"Of coarse not. He's my grandson for Pete sakes. Besides, those beds are big enough for three people to sleep comfortably so I don't see a problem," she answered with an air of finality to the matter.
"Well son? It's up to you," Dad looked at me.
"I don't mind, as long as Grandma promises not to hog all the blankets," I laughed.
"Then it's settled. You two can share, and Marcy can have the other one," Dad finally said.
"Is Bill coming with Aunt Marcy this time," I asked.
"No. He's off on one of those hunting trips with his buddies again," Dad answered sarcastically.
Aunt Marcy and Bill Rodgers have been married only eleven years but it seemed like forever. Dad was not fond of Bill at all. Since they had gotten hitched Bill took every spare moment he had running off with his pals, doing God knows what, always telling Marcy that it was a guy thing and she couldn't come. Why she hadn't dumped the bastard yet I couldn't figure out. After two failed marriages, maybe she just didn't want to be alone.
While Mom and Grandma set up the bedrooms, I helped Dad sort out and move a few things around in the shed. With harvest time behind him he had more time to relax and enjoy himself. The down time seemed to agree with him, he actually looked better than the last time I saw him. Finished in the shed Dad suggested we have a cold one on the porch, for which I readily agreed. Dad liked his beer and had an old fridge in the shed that was stocked at all times. We took our beers and settled into two of the four wicker chairs on the porch overlooking the main road and driveway.
"Your health doing okay Dad," I asked after a spell of sipping my beer.
"I'm good. Better than good actually," he replied.
"How so?"
"Doctor has me on some new medications. I'm back to my old self, if you know what I mean," he said with a wink in my direction.
'That's awesome news," I told him.
"You're Mother thinks so. Want another brew?"
"Sure," I said, fighting back a ping of jealously.
I sat there and watched him stroll over to the shed for refills. I was struck by how much alike him and I were. He was just as tall as me but had a slimmer frame, and his short brown hair was a tad thinner than mine. Working hard all his life had kept him in reasonably good condition for a man of forty-nine years old. He returned with two more beers just as a bright red pick-up turned into the drive.
"Your Aunt's here," he told me.
The truck rolled to a stop next to my Wildcat with the cab in a direct line from us. The driver's side door swung open and a long bare leg stretched out toward the ground. This position allowed Dad and I a quick look up the loose leg opening of a pair of white short shorts. A glimpse of pink cotton panties flashed us before the other long leg reached the ground and Aunt Marcy stepped from the truck. Smiling at us, she lifted her arms above her head and stretched the kinks from her nearly six-foot tall slender frame. I found it hard to believe that she was two years older than my Dad. Her sparkling baby-blue eyes radiated a certain vitality, and her flaming red hair didn't have a single gray strand to be seen. She took after Dad's Mom in the red hair aspect. Probably dyed it I thought. I could just make out the low-cut white bra encasing her apple-sized breasts through the white tank top she had on. I was at a loss why she would wear all white with her pale complexion, but I wasn't going to complain as she stepped onto the porch.
Hey little brother," she said to Dad, giving him a hug and an affectionate kiss on the cheek.
"And look who we have here!" she exclaimed turning to face me. "Come give your Aunt a hug."
Standing, I moved into her outstretched arms and received a warm bear hug. Her perfume smelled like honeysuckle, one of my all-time favorite scents. Dad grabbed her suitcase from the truck and we went inside. Mom and Grandma were huddled on the couch looking like the cat that ate the canary. When all the hugs and kisses and hellos were finished, Dad said he would take Marcy's bag upstairs.
"I'll go with you Tom. I need to freshen up a bit," Marcy said, then followed Dad up to the bedrooms.
Both Mom and Grandma had smirks on their faces as they watched Marcy's tight ass climb the stairs. I sat on the couch next to Mom and asked what was going on with the two of them. Snickering, they told me not to worry about it. Knowing they weren't going to tell me what they were up to, I opted to broach the subject of Dad and Marcy.
"So you've known about Dad and Aunt Marcy all along Mom," I asked her in a hushed tone.
"Yes. I've known since right after your Father and I were married," she quietly answered.
"But..." I tried to get my thoughts together.
"Listen Tommy. I love your Dad and I know he loves me. So if something makes him happy, I can look the other way," she said, as if that was all the explanation I needed.
"But Mom! He's been cheating on you all this time. And with his own sister no less," I persisted.
"Yeah. And now I've done the same. With my own son no less," she countered.
When I said I was confused, she told me that in the twenty-five years they have been married Dad has always been a loving and supporting husband to her. A claim not too many women could make nowadays she stated. Just look at Marcy she reminded me. A smile appeared on Mom's face when I changed the subject to what Dad had said about being back to his old self. With the new medications Dad was able to perform just as good as before she informed me. It wasn't something I wanted to hear, but her happiness was all that mattered to me. Besides, she could always come visit I told myself. As though she could read my mind, she reached over and gently rubbed my crotch.
"Don't worry baby, I can take care of my men," she said.
"If she can't, I know someone who can," Grandma said with a chuckle.
"Oh Mom, you're incorrigible," Mom laughed.
"Got that right sweetie," Grandma shot back.
Dad's footsteps let us know he was coming down; having been up there longer than I thought would have been necessary. Grandma excused herself, saying she forgot something in Marcy's room and headed up the stairs. Mom said she would finish dinner and went into the kitchen. With the women busy Dad and I decided to have a couple more beers out front. A couple turned into a few and I was getting a nice buzz going.
"Dad?"
"Son?"
"I was just wondering why Aunt Marcy's marriages didn't last," I said, and then added, "She is a sweet and beautiful woman after all."
"Yeah, she is that," he stated in a far off voice.
"Her first two husbands wanted kids, but Marcy got sick when she was very young and can't have children. The dick she's married to now hates kids," he explained bitterly.
"Oh. Okay," I said.
Late afternoon swiftly turned into evening when Mom called us into dinner. Going inside, we found all three women at the dinning table waiting for us. After washing up, we had a nice meal of pot roast with all the trimmings. Talk around the table was genial, everyone wanting to catch up with everyone else. When we were done we all pitched in and cleaned up. The women said they were going to change into something comfortable and left Dad and I in the front room watching TV, him on the couch and me in one of the armchairs. Mom returned first, dressed in her white lace-topped slip and sat next to Dad on the couch. The creaking of the stairs made us look as Grandma and Marcy came down them. Grandma had on a dark blue slip that covered her modestly, while Marcy wore a mid-thigh length black one. Nothing tantalizing was visible on any of them, but it didn't stop me from imagining. Dad just smiled, as if this was an everyday occurrence around here.
"When in Rome, do as the Romans do," Marcy offered as an explanation for dressing like Mom and Grandma.
Since they had gotten comfortable I decided to do the same. Rushing upstairs I pulled my pajama bottoms out of my suitcase. With just them and my t-shirt on I went back downstairs. When I returned all four of them were on the couch. Marcy was on the end closest to the TV with Dad sandwiched between her and Mom. Taking my seat in the armchair I became aware that I had a good view up all three slips. Mom noticed too, and without hesitation she opened her legs and flashed me a look at her pussy, before quickly closing them again. When Grandma smiled broadly and did the same, I knew they had planned this. My cock twitched and began to slowly swell.
As usual Dad was completely engrossed in his favorite comedy, oblivious to what was going on right next to him. Marcy was a different story however. Each time Mom or Grandma flashed me; Marcy would look over at them with a puzzled look on her face. It didn't take long for her to figure out what was going on. I saw the flash of understanding cross her face as she glanced from them toward me. When her eyes landed on the tent in my pajama bottoms she blushed deeply, then glued her eyes to the TV without another glance in my direction. I continued to receive pussy flashes for another forty-five minutes, until Grandma said she was tired and headed up the stairs after saying good night to everyone. I did the same; only I gave Dad a pat on the shoulder and Mom a kiss on the cheek. Dad didn't even turn in my direction, but Marcy took one long last look at my tent before I left.
When you open the door to the bedroom I was sharing, the first thing you see is the big bed. Grandma was on it with the blankets pulled up to her chin, her slip a crumpled heap on the floor. There was a soft yellow glow from the lamp on the nightstand casting enough light to see clearly, without being too bright. Closing the door behind me I walked to the side of the bed but was uncertain if I should get undressed or leave my pajamas on. Grandma answered that question by pushing the blankets down her naked body to her hips and turning her back to me.
"Spoon me boy," she said, patting the bed near her back.
Naked I crawled in and scooted up against her back, putting my arm over her after pulling the blankets up. She lifted her top thigh enough for mister stiffy to snuggle into the warm cleft of her hairy pussy, before relaxing her leg and trapping him in her warmth.
"Like the way you did last night," she whispered, and then pushed the blankets to one side of us. I guess she hadn't been asleep last night after all.
Sliding down I held the shaft of my cock and began rubbing the head into what was already a very wet slit. Apparently all that teasing downstairs hadn't just got me aroused. Pushing upwards my dick slid past the hairy outer lips and into Grandma's snug tunnel. I continued to push until the whole seven inches of hard cock was buried, then slowly began to move in and out in short strokes. Wanting to use both hands on her I held her waist and rolled onto my back. She rolled with me until she was lying on top of me with her legs spread to the outside of mine, my cock still embedded in her cunt. It was not a position for deep penetration, so I settled into a short rocking of my hips, moving my rod in and out mere inches. Pinching her nipples with one hand I used the other to roll her big clit between my thumb and forefinger, alternating the tightness of my grip until it became fully erect.
Somehow we had not heard the door open but a soft moan drew our attention in that direction. Mom was leaning against the door jam. She had one hand rubbing her chest; the other one was under the hem of her slip as she watched our coupling with lust filled eyes. Stepping into the room she silently shut and locked the door, her eyes never wavering from where my dick pushed into her Mother. Moving Grandma's legs wider apart Mom climbed on the foot of the bed over my legs and leaned forward. I let out a little gasp when I felt her tongue run up the underside of my cock. She went lower and licked my balls briefly before her hot tongue traveled up my shaft before she latched onto Grandma's clit with her lips. Grandma's hips started bucking wildly, her cunt spasmed around my cock forcefully as Mom continued her relentless attack on her engorged clit. I could feel my seed bubbling toward the tip of my dick when Grandma's orgasm erupted. She thrashed about so violently my cock popped from her juicy hole and I had to cover her mouth with my hand so no one would hear her screams. Mom immediately covered the head of my cock with her mouth and rapidly stroking my shaft with her hand. She gagged a little as I shot a mass amount of spunk down her throat, but she did manage to swallow all of it.
I lay panting with Grandma's trembling body still on top of me, the head of my shrinking cock nudged between her slick meaty cunt lips as Mom climb off the bed. She walked to the side of the bed, bent down and gave us both a kiss on the forehead.
"You kids try and get some sleep. Tomorrow might be an interesting day," she said, then unlocked the door and disappeared.
As usual, I awoke to an empty bed. Half asleep I stumbled to the bathroom and opened the door, the major piss hard-on I was sporting screaming for me to relieve myself. Sitting on the toilet, the sound of her urine trickling into the bowl was Aunt Marcy, her wide eyes staring at my bobbing penis. All she had on was a pair of white cotton panties that were pulled down around her knees. The light brown areolas and pointy nipples sitting proudly on her remarkably firm breasts were crinkled and hard from the morning chill. Futilely I tried to cover myself, as I backed out of the room apologizing profusely. Her jaw hanging open as she sat there in stunned silence was the last sight I had of her before I shut the door. Forgetting about underwear I threw on some jeans and a t-shirt, bolted downstairs and straight out the front door. I still had to piss like a racehorse. When I was a couple yards deep in the orchard I yanked what could no longer be called a piss hard-on out and watered at least three trees for the week.
Not wanting to return to the house but desperately needing my morning coffee, not to mention a pair of shoes, I reluctantly went back. Everyone was at the dinner table except Marcy, who I imagined was still sitting on the toilet too shocked to move yet. Fixing myself a cup I joined the group and half-heartedly tried to listen to their banter. My mind was definitely somewhere else. Twenty or so minutes later Marcy came down and joined our little gathering. She was wearing blue silk-like jogging shorts and an oversized blue tank top with large armholes that showed a good portion of the sides of her braless pale boobs.
"I'm so sorry Aunt Marcy. I should've knocked," I apologized again.
"It' okay. It was my fault really for not locking the door," she said as she sat next to me.
When everyone gave us a quizzical look I explained what had happened without going into any details. Both Mom and Grandma found it funny and Dad just gave me a shit-eating grin. Even Aunt Marcy said it was kinda funny so I figured she wasn't mad at me. After I finished a couple cups I went up and took a shower, changed back into what I had taken off and joined the group at the dinner table again. I was awake enough now to notice that Mom and Grandma had on drab looking brown housedresses that buttoned all the way down the front. Dad was wearing his usual work attire, jeans and snap-buttoned shirt with boots on his feet.
No one wanted breakfast so we just traded gossip for another hour, then Marcy said she wanted to walk around the place. Dad, all too eagerly I might add, volunteered to go with her. As soon as they were out the door Grandma went upstairs and came back down with a bulky cloth purse. Without asking if I wanted to go the two women shared a glance and went out the door too. With nothing to do I went and parked my ass on the porch, sipped more coffee and watched what little traffic zoomed by on the main road.
I had been sitting here for about thirty minutes when out of the corner of my eye I saw Dad and Marcy emerge from around the side of the maintenance shed. When they reached the house both gave me a cursory hello before going inside. A few minutes later Mom and Grandma came around the shed in the same place as the other two had, but instead of going inside they sat on the porch with me. Grandma reached into her bulky purse and pulled out a nice looking DVD camcorder, handed it to me and asked if I knew how to hook it to the TV. She told me that there were some cables and a remote control unit that had come with it, so I said sure I could hook it up. When she heard that Grandma went inside saying she would get the cables. Looking over at Mom I noticed she had a gleam in her eyes.
"What are you two up to," I asked.
"Nothing sweetie, just thought we could watch a home movie is all," she answered.
"Home movies huh?"
"Sure. I also thought it would be nice to have a barbecue today," she continued.
"That actually sounds great Mom. Does Dad have any propane for the grill?"
"Come with me," she instructed, taking my hand and leading me around the side of the house toward the backyard.
I use the term backyard loosely. Mainly the yard consisted of more bare dirt just like the rest of the farm. When we got there I was surprised to see a new rock walled barbecue pit and large wooden picnic table, complete with sturdy benches on both sides of it.
"Your Dad built the table and benches with wood from the old oak tree," she said.
I told her he had done a fantastic job. The table had been sanded down to a very smooth finish and looked as if it had several layers of varnish covering it. Walking over to it I sat down; it felt like being with an old friend once more. Mom came up behind me and hugged me to her breast.
"I thought you would like it," she whispered in my ear.
We sat out back for a while then went inside and told Aunt Marcy and Dad about the barbecue. Both loved the idea and I could tell Dad was especially happy about it since it gave him an excuse to suck down brews all afternoon. I helped him set up the pit and got it fired while the women prepared more food to go along with the chicken we would have. We also filled a couple coolers with ice and beer so we wouldn't have to make trips back and forth to the shed.
With Dad working his magic at the pit I popped the top on some beers, handed him one then sat at the table. The women soon joined me, each grabbing a beer before sitting down with me between Mom and Grandma. Aunt Marcy sat sideways on the bench across from us with her elbow resting on the table, giving us a good view of the side of her pale tit. When she leaned just right we would get a flash of her perky nipple too. We stayed outside long after we ate, drinking and chatting as if we hadn't seen each other for a long time. Dad and Marcy out drank the rest of us by quite a bit, their speech becoming more animated with the passing of time. I became a little worried when Mom and Grandma's free hands began to rub my thighs up and down, sometimes all the way to my crotch. I was pretty sure with Dad sitting next to Aunt Marcy he couldn't see anything, but that didn't lessen my anxiety any. About four o'clock Mom asked if we wanted to watch a movie.
"What kind of movie," Dad asked.
"A home movie. I'm sure you'll like it," Mom answered.
Dad and Marcy said that sounded like fun. With fresh beers all around, we piled back inside the house. While I set up the camera so it would play on the TV, Mom and Grandma closed all the curtains casting the front room into a slightly darker light. Grandma had Dad sit in the middle of the couch with Mom and Marcy at his sides; her and I sat in the armchairs across from them. After making sure everyone was ready Mom tuned the TV on then hit play on the camcorder's remote. A menu appeared on the screen and Mom scrolled down to where it said play disc and pressed the button.
It was a few seconds before the image on the screen showed Dad and Aunt Marcy entering the bedroom upstairs. I could tell it was recorded at the time that Marcy had arrived because she was dressed in her white tank top and short shorts. Not knowing what was on the disc I stared wide-eyed as they reached the center of the room. Marcy turned around and Dad scooped her into his arms planting small kisses up and down her neck before locking his lips on hers. His hands cupped her firm ass and he ground his pelvis into hers, as their passionate kiss grew more intense.
"OH MY GOD!" Marcy shouted.
"What the FUCK is this," Dad hollered, starting to stand before Mom placed a hand on him and told him to stay seated.
"I think I'm gonna be sick," Marcy whimpered.
"You two just be still and enjoy the movie," Grandma told them.
For some reason that seemed to take the wind out of their sails and they leaned back on the couch with horrified expressions on their faces as the scene played on. It showed Marcy reach down and stuffed her hand into Dad's pants as we watched his fingers dig deeper into the cheeks of her butt. This went on for several minutes before they broke their embrace and started talking. Unfortunately there was no audio so we were left in the dark as to what they were saying.
"Shit. I forgot to turn on the mic," Grandma uttered to herself.
Mom hit the pause button, then turned to look at the two mortified people next to her and bluntly asked, "So Marcy, how long have you and your brother been fucking each other?"
I was sure Aunt Marcy was going to faint. Her already pale complexion became a few shades paler as she sat there just stammering incoherent words. Dad didn't move. He kept his gaze pointed at the floor and in a low voice spewed out apology after apology. Reaching over and pulling Dad to her, Mom told him she had known about it for a long time. Both Marcy and Dad looked at her dumfounded.
"I don't know how you two got started, but I do know how some things can happen when you least expect it," she said looking directly into my eyes.
"I'm sorry Doris. It started when we were young, just messing around and somehow it escalated into what we found to be a highly enjoyable pass time," Dad tried to explain.
"We tried to stop but it just felt so right, even though it was incest. We've only done it a few times in the last couple of years," Marcy pleaded.
"Calm down, I'm not mad at you two. If anything your love for each other has made my marriage stronger," Mom told them.
"How is that possible," Marcy whined.
"Tom could have cheated on me with anyone, but he didn't. With you Marcy, it's like I'm sharing my husband with a sister. One I also love," Mom replied.
With tears streaming down her face Marcy said, "I don't know what to say."
"Don't say anything. Let's just watch the rest of the movie," Mom told her.
"There's more," Dad groaned.
"The best is yet to come," Grandma piped in as Mom hit the play button again.
The picture resumed with Marcy and Dad still talking for a short time before they both left the room. A minute later it showed Grandma enter and reach for the camera before the screen went blank. So that was what Grandma had left in the room I thought. Her and Mom must have set this whole thing up. I had to give them credit for being so devious. The screen came back to life showing Dad and Marcy as they headed deep into the orchard. Now I understood the drab brown housedresses Mom and Grandma still had on, they would have blended into the orchard quite nicely in those colors. My admiration for their sneakiness grew.In the orchard Dad and Marcy stopped walking and turned to face each other. He stroked her hair while her hands went down and undid his pants. Slowly she sank to her knees and pulled his jeans down as she went. His hard manhood swung free and she wasted no time capturing the head of it in her mouth while she fondled his hefty ball sack with one of her hands. I was starting to feel like a pervert spying on my father while his sister slurped up his dong, at least until Marcy inhale the whole thing into her mouth. As hard as it was to take my eyes off the TV, I wanted even harder to see Marcy's reaction to what we were watching.
"Is it getting hot in here," Mom asked, hitting the pause button once more.
Stunned, we watched as both her and Grandma stood up and started unbuttoning their dresses slowly. When the last button was freed, they casually pushed the dresses from their shoulders letting them flutter to the floor. All three of us gasped in unison. Mom and Grandma stood in front of us in sheer white negligees that left absolutely nothing to the imagination. Mom sat back down next to Dad, picked up his hand and placed it on her bare thigh, while Grandma slid in next to a startled Aunt Marcy. I just watched the whole thing in slack-jawed wonder, my cock making his presence known. The screen flickered again.
What I saw on the couch made me forget about the TV. Grandma had put one arm around Marcy's shoulder and she had put her other hand through the arm opening of the oversized tank top. I could see her fingers pinching and pulling on Marcy's nipple through the fabric. Unmoving, her hands in her lap, she watched herself suck Dad's cock down her throat. Glancing over I saw that Mom had gotten Dad's dick out and was gently tugging it up and down, while his middle finger massaged her clit between her spread legs. They too had their eyes fixated on the TV. The sound of breathing getting heavier was all I could hear in the room.
Grandma nodded her head at me like she wanted me to come over there. When I got there she told me to kneel in front of Marcy. As I did she pushed the tank top over Marcy's tit, bent over enough to suck the nipple into her mouth and used her free hand to gently spread Marcy's legs. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Mom slide off the couch and kneel in front of Dad. Her mouth closed around his cock while she struggled and finally pulled his pants down to his ankles.
"Oh God Doris, that feels good," he said, leaning his head against the back of the couch and closing his eyes.
Marcy shifted her focus from the TV to watch Mom suck on Dad's tool. With a strange look on her face she placed a hand on Mom's head and gently stroked her hair. Her other hand found Grandma's naked thigh and began working its way up to her huge clit. Grandma increased the amount of tit she tried to suck into her mouth the closer Marcy's hand got to her excited pussy. Everyone had forgotten the show on TV. I stood up and removed my clothes then grabbed the camera. I began recording the group action in front of me. First I filmed some close-ups of Mom swallowing Dad, then switched to Grandma arousing Aunt Marcy's hard little nipple with her tongue. I was pretty sure I would be jacking off to this video for years to come.
When Marcy noticed me standing there she stretched her hand out and snared my rod in her fist. A dreamy look came into her eyes as she worked her hand up and down my throbbing shaft. Grandma slid off the couch, wiggled in-between Marcy's legs and pulled one side of the jogging shorts over before plunging her tongue into her wet pink slit.
"UUUUGGGGHHHHHH..." Marcy moaned loudly when Grandma's tongue landed on her wet folds.
I couldn't take any more. Throwing caution to the wind, I dropped to my knees behind Mom's sweet ass and gently worked my dick into her slippery cunt. She met my forward thrust with backward pushes of her own. The rocking of our movements caused Dad to lift his head and look down at us. Puzzlement filled his face when he saw me behind Mom. I had one hand on her bare hip, the other holding the camera as my steel hard pole burrowed deep into her juicy cunt. Mom pulled her lips from Dad's dick and looked up at him.
"Remember Tom. What's good for you is good for me," she said, before resuming the blowjob she was giving him.
The pleasure she was giving him made it impossible for him to argue. He closed his eyes and leaned his head back on the couch. Between watching Mom sucking Dad's cock, and the wet slurping sounds Grandma's tongue was making on Marcy's pussy I didn't last long. My spunk shot out of me forcefully, splashing deep into Mom's clinging cunt.
"OOOOHHHHH FUUUCCCCKKKK!!!" I cried loudly.
Spent, I pulled out and filmed my seed slowly drip from my Mother's gapping hole. Mom ripped Dad's shirt snaps open and practically dragged him off the couch and onto the floor. Moving toward Grandma so they had more room, I filmed Mom stand over Dad before quickly lowering herself onto his burgeoning pole. Her cum filled cunt sank down and easily engulfed all of his stiffness until her small round ass was sitting on his balls. The fact that my Father was getting sloppy seconds from his own son perversely excited the hell out of me for some unknown reason. Whatever the reason was didn't matter; my cock lurched back to a full-blown woody as I watched my spooge leak out of Mom onto Dad's hairy sack.
"Trade places with me boy," I heard Grandma call out.
Gladly, I thought, as I replaced her between my Aunt's trembling legs. Grandma took the camera from me and placed it near the TV at an angle that would capture all of us at the same time. She then went and stood over Dad's face. His eyes grew large as he saw what was right above him.
"Ever see a clit this big Tom," Grandma asked as she sat on his face.
"That's beautiful Elsie," came his muffled reply.
The sounds of wet squishy sex had Marcy and I staring with rapt attention as Mom bounced up and down on Dad's dick, while Grandma assaulted his mouth with youthful vigor. Without taking her eyes off the action, Marcy lifted her legs together in the air and slipped the jogging shorts off. Turning I was greeted with the sight of a neatly trimmed firecrotch. When her top joined the shorts on the floor my hands automatically went to her firm round tits and began tweaking the already stiff nipples. She sank lower on the couch bringing her ass near the edge, with her long slender legs spread out on either side of my kneeling body.
"Fuck me Tommy. Fuck me right now," Marcy implored me.
Her eyes were locked onto the threesome as I moved close enough to slide my mushroom head into her slick wet cleft. The red-haired covered puffy outer folds expanded around me as I slowly pushed my way into her scorching hot cunt. Her pussy tunnel massaged my hardness like a tight pair of gloves before opening up enough for my cock to fill her completely. Aunt Marcy was by far the tightest of the three women in this room. I found the grip she had on my cock was making it difficult for me to establish a rhythm of any kind. When she wrapped her legs high up on my back her pussy opened a little more, allowing me to start pumping in long deep strokes. My strokes stopped and I turned to watch as Grandma reached her peak.
"Yes...YES...YEEESSSSS!!" she screeched, furiously mashing her box on Dad's red face.
As Marcy and I stared captivated by the sight, Mom increased her tempo and began to violently slam her pussy up and down on Dad's rigid shaft. His balls tightened and soon semen spewed down his shaft and mingled with what was left of mine. Mom tensed briefly, then went into a frenzy of forward and backward movements until she shuddered and let out an ear-piercing scream.
"OOOOHHHHH TOMMMMMMM!!!"
Dad's cries were muffled by Grandma's quivering cunt as the last of her orgasm rocked her twitching body.
"My God. I've never seen anything so erotic in all my life," Marcy said right before thrust her cunt harder on my raging prick.
Before I turned my attention back to my Aunt, I saw the three of them untangle and stare in my direction. Each had a look of satisfaction and amazement plastered on their faces.
"Fuck your Aunt son," Dad encouraged me.
"Do it baby," Mom added.
"Yeah Tommy, fuck me till I can't walk," Marcy joined in.
Grandma didn't say anything. Instead she put her head in Dad's lap and swiftly sucked his limp cock into her mouth while inserting two fingers deep into Mom's cum drenched pussy. Spurred on by that I started slamming into my Aunt's tight pink slit, bouncing my balls off her firm round ass with each stroke. Faster and faster I pistoned into her smoldering pussy, pushing her deeper and deeper into the cushions of the couch. Sweat began to drop off me as Marcy fought to keep up with the ruthless pounding I was inflicting on her. Her cunt milked my rod with an increasing tightness around my shaft and fluids flowed out in a wave as she bucked against me. The slickness eased the effort of penetrating into her steaming canal and I was moving in and out faster than I've ever done before.
"Don't stop! Don't stop! Please don't stop!" she whimpered.
My balls were coated with her juices and made splashing noises as they slapped against the supple flesh of her butt. I could feel myself reaching the threshold of my own orgasm when her eyes rolled back into her head and she shuddered violently.
"I'M CUUUUUMMMMMMMIIIIIIINNNNNNGGGGGGGG!!!" she screamed, just as my balls emptied and saturated the inside of her pussy.
"FUUUCCCCCKKKKKK!!!" I groaned loudly, then fell onto Aunt Marcy's heaving chest.
My groans of pleasure were followed by Dad's softer ones as Grandma's hummer worked it's magic on his exploding dick. Mom's moans of delight swiftly echoed Dad's as she clamped her thighs tightly on Grandma's hand, stopping the plunging fingers in their tracks.
"OH MY GOD," they both uttered at the same time. Grandma was all smiles.
Reluctantly I backed my softening penis out of Marcy's still tight pussy. A loud sucking sound filled the still air when the head freed itself from the tight confines of Aunt Marcy's well-fucked cunt. Her fire-red pubic hair was matted and covered in the slime from our combined fluids, which was slowly dripping onto the floor in a small puddle.
"What do we do now," Dad asked no one in particular, after we had rested for several long minutes.
"What do you mean," Mom asked him.
"What I mean is, we've all crossed a line. A very taboo line. So my question is, where do we go from here?"
"I can't speak for everyone. But as for myself, I like this new freedom to express my love with my family," Aunt Marcy said.
"I do to Tom. And yes, we crossed a line. But if everyone agrees, I don't see why we shouldn't embrace our love for each other. Lord knows I'm tired of having to sneak around about it," Mom said softly.
"You're saying it wouldn't get you mad if Marcy and I, or even Elsie if she wants, decided to have sex here in the house," Dad asked uncertainly.
As an answer Mom crawled over to me and stuck her tongue down my throat while one hand fondled my worn out cock. Dad looked at each of us until we all agreed that we wanted to continue with what we started. Satisfied, he gazed at Grandma and told her he was in.
"And if you don't mind Elsie, I'd sure like to eat that meaty pussy of yours again," he added.
That brought the rest of us to tears from laughing so hard. Naked we headed out back and drank some more beer. After an hour or so of relaxing at the picnic table, talking candidly and drinking, Mom came up behind me and wrapped her arms around me. She whispered in my ear that I had been a bad boy for making Dad take messy seconds. When I asked how I could make up for it, she whispered that I should take sloppy thirds. With everyone watching she lay on top of the table length-ways, spread her legs wide and beckoned me to get between them. For the next thirty or so minutes I gently and lovingly made love to my Mother on my old friend. Everyone else lovingly touched and kissed us everywhere until we peaked and came together.
We spent the rest of that weekend having sex without any hang-ups. Sometimes it was one on one while the others watched with loving eyes, and sometimes in a group. Dad couldn't get enough of sucking on Grandma's huge clit, and Mom seemed to like helping Aunt Marcy and I fuck while she sat on my face. We all knew that life was never going to be the same anymore. We had one last group session before Dad drove Grandma to the airport for her plane ride home. Aunt Marcy said she was dumping Bill, and with Mom's blessings, she was going to move to the farm. As for me, I packed my shit into my Buick Wildcat and headed back to my empty home. When the farm was a distant speck in the rearview mirror a question popped into my head. I wonder if Mom, Dad and Aunt Marcy would like to meet Mandy?
My eyes blinked several times before adjusting to the brightness of a new day streaming in through the bedroom window. Craning my head on a stiff neck, I glanced toward the window and saw the blinds had been opened enough for the morning sunlight to enter. My whole body felt sore, as if I'd been rode hard and put away wet. I was puzzled as to why, until I remembered last night's activities. Oh yeah. I had been ridden hard, and yes, I was wet when I went to sleep. I remember being sandwiched between Mom and Grandma on the big bed when we finally decided to get some sleep. Both women had snuggled into my arms and quickly fell into a contented sleep with their heads resting on my shoulders. I remember the warmth of their breast pressed into the sides of my chest each with one of their legs thrown over one of mine. I must have fallen asleep in that position which explained at least some of my stiffness.
Sitting up I looked around the room. The dining chair was gone but I noticed my pajama bottoms were lying neatly at the foot of the bed. Mom must have brought them from the office I thought, as I slipped into them and headed to the kitchen without bothering with a shirt. Strong coffee and maybe a handful of aspirin was what I needed right now.
Both women were at the dining table sipping coffee and looked in my direction as I approached them. Grandma was wearing a plain white slip that showed an abundance of cleavage and Mom was in the clothes she had arrived in yesterday. Neither of them said anything to me until I had a cup of coffee in my hands and was leaning against the counter near the sink.
"You sleep okay," Mom asked.
"Yeah, but I'm a little stiff," I answered, before asking, "Why are you all dressed Mom?"
"I'm sorry sweetie, but your Dad called and I'm needed at home."
"When are you leaving," I hated asking.
"Now. I was just waiting for you to get up so I could give you a goodbye kiss." With that she rose, walked over and put her tongue down my throat before I knew what was happening.
"If it's alright with you, Grandma wants to stay a while longer," she told me when her lips finally left mine.
"Sure, no problem," I managed to say, still reeling from her passionate kiss.
"Great. I'm off then," she said, then turned toward the front door were I saw her bag was waiting.
"Is everything at home okay," I asked.
"Oh sure. Your Dad just needs my help with something is all. I'll call you," she said smiling before going out the door and shutting it behind her.
Slightly stunned I ambled over and sat opposite of Grandma Elsie who hadn't uttered a single word since I got up. Looking across the table my eyes were drawn to her chest. She was holding her cup in both hands with her elbows propped on the table; her upper arms were squeezing her large breast together and up, enough that a hint of dark-brown areolas peeked out the top of her slip. She just gazed over the rim of her cup at me with a soft smile on her face.
"Do you know what's going on Grandma?"
"Well boy, apparently you're not the only one who likes that your Mother shaved her bush," she snickered.
"Huh?"
"Your Mom said your father has taken a healthy interest in oral sex since she shaved," she said amused.
A tinge of jealousy raised its ugly head but I shook it off immediately. I know that Mom really does love Dad, and if he wants to please her then I was all for it. Good for them I thought, as I blatantly stared at the tops of Grandma's snow-white tits silently hoping that one, or both of her pointy nipples would slip out and say hi.
"Are you sure it's okay that I didn't go with Doris," Grandma asked breaking my concentration.
"Positive. Stay as long as you want Grandma," I answered, then reached over and gently ran my fingertips up and down one of her forearms. Her nipples started to harden when I touched her.
"Good. And boy..."
"Yeah Grandma?"
"Considering that you fucked me half silly last night, maybe you should call me Elsie from now on."
"Okay. Elsie it is, but you can call me anything you want," I said with a wink.
Her laughter was like music and I couldn't help but join in. She told me that Mom had explained the cooking oil incident and how things got started between us. What she was more curious about was why I had slipped her the tongue while she was on the couch in the first place. She seemed to understand after I let her know that I had thought it was Mom sleeping there. Maybe it was her thinking about my tongue on her pussy, or something else I don't know, but her nipples pushed the fabric of her slip out even further. The old tingle was back in full force. I didn't try to hide the tent in my pajamas as I took our cups and refilled them, and judging by the big smile on her face when I brought them back she liked what she saw.
"Grandma...I mean Elsie. I understand you're fine with what you caught Mom and I doing. But I really would like to know why you let me make love to you," I said a little hesitantly.
"The reason I'm okay with you and Doris is that her happiness means the world to me. If having you please her makes her happy, then it's better than her going to a stranger," she replied.
"As for why I let you do me, its because after you gave me that wonderful tonguing and I saw your Mother gobbling that lovely cock of yours, well, I just got caught up in the heat of it all," she continued, then added, "Besides I know what I like, and that's to fuck, so sue me."
"Wow Elsie, you're a fantastic woman," I said sincerely.
"Bet you didn't know your granny was such a nasty old slut did you," she laughed.
"You're no slut. But you are definitely one nasty granny," I also laughed.
She leaned back in her chair smiling, her large braless breast jiggled provocatively as her rock hard nipples stared me down. The longer I stared at her tits the more I could feel Mister Woody trying to make a new hole in my pajama bottoms. It wasn't until Grandma stood up that I saw how short her slip was. Aside from the ample amount of boob it showed, the hem only came down low enough to barely cover the cheeks of her ass. She had my undivided attention when she walked over to the step stool still against the counter. I started to worry as she climbed up the first two rungs.
"Careful Elsie, I don't know how steady that thing is," I warned.
"Then be a dear and come hold me so I don't fall," she replied without looking at me.
Mister Woody pointed the way as I walked up behind her and placed both hands on her hips. The silkiness of the slip made me think twice about holding on to the outside of it so I moved them inside and up on her ripe flesh. With my hands under the slip it rode up and over her ass and had me staring directly at her crack. She appeared to be reaching for something on one of the shelves and leaned forward, slightly pushing her round buns back toward my face. I could smell the scented aroma of her bath soap as her ass got closer to my nose. With a groan, and absolutely no self-control on my part, I buried my face into her crack and started licking. She let out a little squeal when my tongue danced over her anus and a loader moan as it found the beginning of her furry crevice. I was amazed by her agility as she turned on the stool, slid to the side and sat on the countertop. She scooted back and lifting her feet onto the countertop spread her legs as far as she could. Her meaty inner lips coated in her secretions parted and I could see the opening into her hot tunnel.
"Oh my. I forgot you haven't had breakfast yet. Well by all means dig in boy," she purred.
Instantly my tongue burrowed into her slick cleft, starting at the bottom and working its way up toward her enormous clit. By the time my tongue reached it her clit had expanded and grew until it was almost an inch in length. I have only seen one this big on some porn stars and often wondered what it would be like to nibble on one this size. My lips closed around it and I swirled my tongue in circles around the tip. My saliva coated the entire length and width of her clit before running down into her already wet slit. Her hands came up and gently grabbed the back of my head and pushed my face down harder onto her hot soaked cunt.
"That's it boy! Eat granny's pussy," she encouraged.
Spurred on by her words I sucked that clit into my mouth and batted it back and forth with my tongue, before lowering my mouth and capturing her fleshy pussy lips and sucking them outward. Her ass lifted off the countertop and she smashed her fur-lined slit against my hungry mouth. Faster and faster she moved her ass up and down on my mouth, her breathing ragged, and I could feel her body start to tense up.
"You're gonna make me cum boy," she whimpered.
"OH GOD! I'M CUUUUUMMMMMMIIIIIINNNNNGGGGGGG!" she screamed as soon as my tongue snaked its way deep into her smoldering hole.
Fluids gushed past my tongue and coated my face and chin with her slickness. Pulling my face from her cunt I stood and mashed my lips to hers. My tongue darted into her mouth to play with hers as I smeared her juice from my face to hers. She raised her arms above her head as I pulled the slip up and off her body, freeing those wonderful white tits to my grasping hands. Lowering my head and pushing her breast together I was able to suck both nipples into my mouth at the same time.
"Ahhhh shit boy! I need you to fuck me now," she panted.
She threw her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist as I lifted her off the counter. With my hands under her full round ass I carried her to the dining table and laid her on her back. Dropping my pajamas I pushed her spread legs gently towards her chest and guided the head of my cock to her dripping center. Not wanting to rush, I watched as her puffy outer lips circled my bulbous head, before it disappeared into her scorching hot tunnel. Fascinated, I stared as more and more of my stiff cock was swallowed inside her velvet smoothness until our pubic hairs were touching. I stayed unmoving for fear I would blow my load if I didn't calm down first.
"Oh my God Elsie, your pussy feels like it's on fire around my cock," I said.
"That dick of yours feels great too, Tom. Why don't you go slow and see if we can cum together," she replied. I was stunned that she had used my name.
"Thanks for calling me Tom," I told her, locking my eyes to hers.
"I sure can't call you "boy" while that cock of yours is stuffing me so full, now can I," she said her eyes staring into mine.
With my hands on the backs of her thighs, our eyes locked, as I slowly pushed and pulled my cock in and out of her. I wanted her to feel each stroke so I pulled almost out, then gently pushed all the way back in. The position of her thighs pressing down and flattening her luscious white globes caused her ass to rise slightly off the table, allowing my heavy balls to slap against her pucker hole with each inward stroke. Her wetness and muscle contractions increased on my rock hard cock with each plunge I made into her. We were two lovers gazing at each other as the gradual increase of my stroking soon turned into a frenzy of pure pounding. My cock began to ram into her molten heat while my balls bounced off her soft ass. Her wide brown eyes held mine in a steady gaze as her lips formed a small circle and fought for air. Groans from the table had me worried that it would collapse as sweat broke out on my straining body.
"Tom! Tom! TOMMMM!!" she repeated my name as our fucking reached a fever pitch.
"FUCK ME GRANDMA!!" I couldn't help shouting.
She pushed my hands from her thighs and spread her legs wider. Then using stomach muscles I didn't know she had, began slamming her cunt up against my thrusting rod.
The wet sloshing sounds coming from our joined union increased. Then I felt a flood of her juices wash over the sensitive head of my cock and run out into the crack of her ass, where my swinging balls splashed the sticky liquid all over her rippling butt cheeks. Load after load of my own spunk shot into her steaming cunt, then joined the fluids already oozing into her ass crack.
"AAAAHHHHHH SHHIIITTTTT!!" she hollered in ecstasy, as her convulsing pussy clamped around my squirting cock.
"ELLLLSSSSIIIIEEE!" I shouted as her pussy sucked me dry.
I stayed buried to the root in the sloppy wet mess of her saturated cunt as I tried to catch my breath. Sweat poured from my face and dripped onto her as I held her twitching legs in my hands and smiled down at her. Her chest heaved as she smiled back and placed one hand on my chest and gently rubbed. Occasionally her pussy would contract around my softening shaft and send a jolt of pleasure coursing into me. With a sucking sound I pulled from her pussy and watched as a flood of white sticky goo ran out between the hairy folds of her cleft. After I helped her off the table we could hear globs of spunk plop onto the floor before she placed a hand over her pussy and headed for the bathroom. I just sank down in one of the dining chairs and tried to regain my composure.
Grandma finished her shower then came into the kitchen wrapped in just a towel. She walked over to me and kissed my sweaty forehead.
"Thank you young Tom. That was the best fuck I've had in a long time," she said.
"You're welcome Elsie...Anytime," I told her.
"Mmmm... salty," she said while licking her lips. "Why don't you clean up while I make you some breakfast. Food that is."
Breakfast consisted of eggs, toast and sausage. I was famished and barely tasted the food as I wolfed it down. Grandma ate hers daintily, still wearing only the towel. Sipping my coffee I gazed over at her and felt strong emotions for a woman I hardly ever saw.
"I have to tell you Grandma. I mean Elsie. You are hotter than all the girls I've been with," I said.
"Hotter?"
"It's just that you have more fire and passion than I'm used to," I told her.
"You haven't been with an older woman before, have you," she asked.
"Just you and Mom," I sheepishly answered.
She fixed her eyes on me and seemed to ponder something for a short time before asking, "How did you feel when you fucked your Mom for the first time?"
Her question caught me off guard. I told her that I felt disgusted with myself at even getting aroused by Mom at first. But when the accident happened and Mom's heat wrapped around me I felt such an animal lust that I lost all control. After that all I wanted to do was make love to her. She sat there and listened without criticizing or judging me as I told her my newfound feelings about having sex with family. When I was done she informed me that Mom and her had discussed the situation. She told me that Mom was actually glad that we had become lovers. Mom was becoming desperate enough to contemplate screwing one of the neighbors. This information actually made some of my own guilt fade. We talked for what seemed like hours before going into the bedroom to get dressed. I watched with rapt attention as Grandma changed into her beige swimsuit, her pendulous breast swinging as she bent to put on the bottoms. I slid out of the pajamas I had put back on after my shower and threw on a tank top and baggy swim trunks. I didn't bother with underwear.
With supplies tucked securely into the canvas tote, towels, suntan lotion, two bottles of wine and paper cups, Elsie and I headed to the beach. I felt bogged down carrying the tote and the comforter but didn't let that sour my mood. It was my last day off from work, and spending the day with Grandma sunning on the beach, seemed like an excellent way to cap the weekend. Our spot was open and after spreading out the comforter we made ourselves comfortable and watched the mass of people wandering about while sipping on our first glass of wine.
"Stretch out on your tummy and I'll put some lotion on your back," Grandma told me.
Doing as she asked I soon felt her strong hands working the lotion into my skin. After finishing my back she moved down and forced my legs apart and started rubbing the lotion onto them. Each time her hands rubbed the insides of my thighs she let her fingers sneak into the leg openings and tickled my ball sack teasingly.
"You're evil Elsie," I told her with a big smile on my face.
"You have no idea," she retorted.
It was while one of her hands was up my pants leg and she was fondling my sack that a shadow blocked the sun from my face. Glancing up my eyes followed the path of two slender legs, past the prominent mound covered by a patch of green material and up over a set of scantily clad enormous boobs. When I reached her face, shoulder length dirty blonde hair swirling around it, I realized that it was the same girl I had seen before. Her blue eyes sparkled as she smiled warmly at us.
"I don't mean to intrude, but I just had to come and tell you how much I love your hair," she said looking at Grandma.
"Why thank you dear. Would you care to join us for a little wine," Grandma shocked me by asking her.
Saying she would, she sat down near my head and crossed her long legs before accepting the cup of wine offered.
"I'm afraid we don't have an extra cup, but you wouldn't mind sharing mine would you," Grandma told the girl.
She told us her name was Amanda, but everyone called her Mandy, and that she lived only three doors down from my place. Imagine that I thought. I've been here two years and never knew she existed until now. I really must get out of the house more often I told myself. We also learned that she went to the local university, was twenty-one years old and her parents owned the house she lived in. Grandma and her bantered back and forth and seemed to have forgotten that I was even there. Trying not to be obvious I turned onto my side, propped my head on my hand, and studied this Vixen that Grandma appeared to be enchanted with.
It was plain to see by her dark eyebrows that she wasn't a true blonde. She did have a wonderfully even tan covering her flawless skin and when she leaned over to take the cup, I found out I had been wrong. Those enormous tits, easily 38DD, jiggled and bounced enough to let me know they were the real deal. How she packed them around on what I guessed to be a slim, five-foot seven-inch frame, without having major back problems was beyond me. It was all I could do to not start drooling. The green bikini just barely covered her nipples. When my eyes wandered down to her crotch I saw that one of her outer lips had slipped from the material and was as smooth as a baby's butt. I could swear, but I'm not positive, that a string of drool did fall from my mouth.
"We're going to go play in the water," Grandma said as both of them sprang up and ran toward the waves.
Rolling back on my stomach I watched the two splash and jump around at the waters edge. It was like watching two kids play except for the lovely bouncing their boobs were doing. If I were keeping score on whose bounced better I would have to give the win to Mandy, based on sheer size alone. When she started running in spurts along the shore I worried that they would fly up and knock her blonde ass out. Fortunately that didn't happen. I sat up and watched in lecherous splendor as twenty minutes later they walked slowly back to where I was.
"Tom, you don't mind if I leave do you? Mandy has something she wants to show me," Grandma said as soon as they reached me.
"That's fine with me Elsie. Why don't you take that unopened bottle with you," I told her trying to keep the disappointment from my voice.
Wrapping the wine in her towel, they took off arm in arm giggling like little schoolgirls. As for me, I rolled back onto my stomach trying to hide the hard-on their jiggling buttocks created as they walked away. I stayed there for about an hour, drank some more wine and waded in the surf a bit before heading home. As I passed what I now knew was Mandy's place I wondered what the two were doing. What I'd learned of my Grandmother lately, there was no telling, I reminded myself with a chuckle.
Placing the tote on the couch I removed what was left of the wine then went in the kitchen and poured a tall glass for myself. Thinking I was alone I was a little startled when I heard moans coming from the bedroom area. I walked cautiously to the open bedroom door and looked inside. Mandy's ass hung over the side of the bed and her ankles rested on Grandma's shoulders. Her eyes were shut with her arms above her head, fists tightly clutching the blankets, as I watched Grandma shove what clearly had to be eight inches of rubber cock deep into her pink pussy. The fake dick was attached to a strap-on harness that had a wide belt for the waist and straps that circled around Grandma's upper thighs, leaving her crotch open and exposed. I stood there sipping my wine enjoying the show for a few seconds before stepping further into the room.
They were too caught up in what they were doing to notice me at first. Mandy's huge breast rolled like waves toward her face then back down her ribcage with each ruthless thrust Grandma hammered into her. Something must have told them they weren't alone. Mandy's eyes fluttered open and stared at me standing almost behind Grandma. Too far gone, she just smiled and began to pant harder. Grandma was bent over between Mandy's wide spread legs with her hands on the bed, and she continued to slam the rubber dick into Mandy's snatch without saying anything to me.
"Well, this is interesting," I said, thinking turn about was fair play.
"I told you I liked to fuck. I didn't say it had to be with a man," Grandma said.
With my own cock threatening to rip a hole in my swim trunks, I placed my drink on the nightstand and peeled my clothes off in record time. Moving in behind Grandma's bent over body I ran the tip of my rod through her damp slit. She stopped moving just long enough for me to sink into her before fucking Mandy with renewed gusto. With my spread knees resting against the side of the bed, my feet planted firmly, I just stood there and let Grandma's bucking hips fuck both Mandy and myself. Reaching under her I took both of Grandma's swinging tits in my hands and started tweaking the nipples. Mandy's half-inch hard pink nipples rode the waves of her huge globes as Grandma first slammed into her, before ramming her own pussy backwards on my stiff prick.
"Lets switch," Grandma said, then pulled out of Mandy's swollen gaping cunt.
I stepped back and my cock slipped out of Grandma's clasping hole. Turning she guided me between Mandy's spread legs and held my cock until it sank into her stretched pinkness. At first I thought Grandma planned to put the fake dick up my ass, something I'm here to say was definitely not going to happen. Instead she tore the strap-on off, climbed on the bed and straddled Mandy's face. I could hear muffled moans as Grandma rode Mandy's tongue while I pile drove my seven inches of rock hardness deep into her wet bald pussy. My hands were nowhere near big enough to hold Mandy's bouncing tits but I managed to capture her nipples in my fingers and pinched and pulled on them. This got her motor roaring and she wrapped her legs around me with her feet pushing against my butt to make me go faster.
"OHHHH YEEESSSSS!" I heard Grandma shout as her ass twitched violently on Mandy's face.
"Uhhhhh...get it...Mmmmm...Elsie," Mandy could be heard between licks.
Suddenly Grandma shook all over and then became stiff as a board.
"AAAAAAAGGGGGGHHHHH," she screamed, and then fell off Mandy's face in slow motion.
I was so enthralled by the sight that I stopped pumping and just stared at Grandma's heaving white breast.
"God Grandma, that must have been a doozy," I said without thinking.
"You guys are related? That is soooo kinky!" Mandy said looking back and forth between us.
"He's my Grandson," Elsie managed to spit out.
Looking down at Mandy's juice smeared mouth and chin I figured she would put a stop to our fun, now that she knew the truth. She didn't. Instead I felt her press the heels of her feet firmly into my ass indicating I should start pumping again. Needing no more encouragement I began to smoothly work my cock in and out of her increasingly tight pussy in long steady strokes.
"Don't stop! Don't stop! Harder... FUCK ME HARDER!" she shouted.
Faster and faster I stroked until I was like a jackhammer pounding her as hard as I could. The heat and friction along my shaft built. I could feel her cunt sucking me deeper and deeper into her white-hot cavern, milking my cock tighter with each new stroke. I felt fluid bubbling near the head of my dick and looked down just in time to see her juices squirt out around my shaft in a flood of milky-clear wetness. She's a squirter I thought as my own climax boiled over.
"FUCK!! FUCK!! FUUUCCCCKKKKK!!" she screamed as my own spunk shot into her sopping wet cunt.
Collapsing on top of her with my head between those enormous soft tits I reached over and gently stroked Grandma's warm ass. She scooted over and hugged us both. I moved to the opposite side of Mandy and she held Grandma and I in her arms tenderly. Shortly Grandma leaned over Mandy and took my cock into her mouth, cleaning and licking all the sticky cream from me. Next she slid down between Mandy's legs and did the same to her before crawling back and nuzzling up against her.
"God you guys. That was the fantastic," Mandy rasped.
Grandma and I just lay there gently rubbing Mandy's giant tits until her nipples filled with blood and stuck straight up in the air.
"Oh my God. If you guys don't stop touching my tits you better be ready to go again," Mandy whispered.
Grandma and I just smiled at each other and tweaked the nipples harder.
"Well okay then. But it's my turn to wear Captain Funtastic," Mandy stated getting off the bed and picking up the strap-on.
It is amazing how many times you can get hard when you have two hot women willing to suck life back into your flaccid penis. Grandma and I shared Mandy's exquisite young body for a few more hours before she said she had to go. Putting the strap-on in a plastic bag she said she would see us later then left, leaving me holding my thoroughly fucked Grandmother in my arms.
"Want a hummer, boy," Grandma asked, as she slid down and slurped my limp noodle into her mouth.
So it was back to "boy" was it, I chuckled inwardly. How she thought she was going to resurrect my dead cock was a mystery to me. I was more than surprised when after only a few minutes of gently licking her tongue in circles around the spongy head, and lightly fingering my balls, life returned. Each time my head entered her throat she would hum, sending vibrations of immense pleasure to the sensitive underside. She continued her manipulations of my cock, coating it with a river of spit and drool until she felt my balls tighten. Pulling her lips up my shaft leaving just the head in her mouth she jammed a finger in my ass. I exploded like a volcano and she swallowed the whole load without any of it leaking past her tightly clamped lips.
I knew I was going to be more than useless for at least the rest of the night. Probably most of tomorrow too I thought as I realized my crotch area was numb. Grandma seemed a little distracted when she slid back up and we embraced. She rubbed little circle patterns on my chest with her fingertips for a few minutes before looking deep into my eyes.
"You know Tom... there's a secret that I found out about a long time ago," she whispered.
"What kind of secret," I asked.
There was some hesitation before she answered, "Your father use to have sex with his sister."
"What!! No way...how do you know that," I stammered.
"Because I saw them fucking," she replied.
"But...but...that can't be true. When did you see them?"
"It was about five years ago, right before his heart attack," she stated.
"You mean he's been banging Aunt Marcy since he and Mom have been married?"
"Yep."
"Does Mom know," I asked.
"She hasn't said anything, but I think she does," she replied.
"Oh Elsie, you're just shitting me aren't you," I said, hoping I was right.
Grandma sat quietly for a minute then told me her story. She had been taking a stroll when she saw Dad and Marcy together way back in the orchard. Marcy had been on her knees sucking Dad's cock when Grandma first saw them. She said she had hidden behind a tree and watched, as Dad stood there while Marcy sucked his cock before standing her up, pulling down her jeans and bending her over. Grandma said she was too stunned to say anything when Dad got behind Marcy and shoved his dick all the way up her pussy.
"Your Dad's cock is almost as big as yours," she said with a dreamy look on her face.
So many questions raged in my head. If Mom knew, then why hadn't she said anything? Why hadn't she just filed for divorce? How could she stay with him knowing he'd fucked his sister? Well... she'd fucked her son so I guess they were even popped into my brain. My guilt trip faded completely. If Dad could be a Sister fucker, then certainly I could be a Motherfucker. Just because it was his wife I was fucking shouldn't matter. Should it? And now that I was a Grandmother fucker too, then what the hell was a boy to do. Then another thought popped into my head. I wonder if Grandma would like to go on a road trip to Mom's?