My story starts about four days before Mardi Gras, in Portland, Oregon, when I got a wild-hair up my ass to hop in my car, and go to New Orleans. I had always wanted to go, and never had -hell, I never even been east of the Mississippi River! I wasted no time packing, and loaded up my little toaster-car for my long journey. Within an hour, I was on I-84, and heading east.
By the time I reached Arkansas, I realized that I did not plan my trip all that well. The freeway came to an end, in a city called Pine Bluff, and I ended up on state highways and county roads, as I passed through the rural farmlands. Although lost, I knew I was making progress.
It was on a county road, somewhere south of another no-name town, that I blew a radiator hose, and I was suddenly stuck out in the middle of bum-fuck, Arkansas. As I sat along the roadside, with no cell-signal and a bottle of pop, that song from Deliverance suddenly started playing in my head. It wasn't long, however, that an old pick-up rounded the bend, and saw me -stranded. The old, beat-up jalopy pulled in behind me, and I started to worry about what kind of hillbilly hell I was going to wind up in. But instead of some coverall-clad, toothless redneck with a shotgun, the driver was a gorgeous young woman! She had dishwater-blonde hair, and wearing a short, floral summer-dress that showed off her long, shapely legs. My eyes widened, as they drank in her stunning beauty, and graceful walk.
"Looks like y'all 'er in a peck o' trouble." she stated, with her delightful southern drawl.
I paused to remember my manners, as I knew how southerners don't like familiarity from strangers, then answered, "I think I blew a radiator hose, miss. Is there a garage somewhere near?"
"We got everything you need to fix that little, ol' car back on the farm." she said, with a flirty twinkle in her eye. "Daddy's outa' town, but my brothers 'll fix 'er right up for ya." she concluded with a smile.
"Oh, thank you, miss," I blurted out, "I would be happy to pay them, of course!" then I remembered my manners, again. "Uh," I stumbled, "my name's Tad -Tad Webster."
"Of course, where are my manners?" she exclaimed, as she rolled her eyes. "I'm Roberta McKenna -but folks just call me Bobby-George, on account 'a my middle name's Georgina."
The next thing I knew, I was in her truck, and headed down a dirt road. The house, at the end of the the road, was rustic, bet very large. It was a two-story farmhouse, that looked like it hadn't been painted in fifty years. There were several other building on the property, what I guessed to be a small workshop, a huge barn, and a ramshackle garage. And just like out of a "...you might be a redneck" joke, there were quite a few cars and trucks, in various states of disrepair, littered about the numerous fruit and nut trees in the front yard. I immediately felt a little guilty for entertaining these stereotypes. After all, the pretty, young lady was offering her help out of the kindness of her heart -or, so, I thought.
We walked in the house, and were spotted by a tall boy (who looked to be in his late-teens, or early twenties), that promptly heralded our arrival, "Ma, Bobby-George brought comp'ny!" he bellowed, at his unseen mother. This was followed by the thunder, of several pairs of feet, scurrying to the living room. The whole fam-damnly -sans the father, of course- piled in to see who "comp'ny" was, but the mother remained in the kitchen.
The was another tall boy that looked a little younger than the other, and twin girls -that were also teenagers.. The boys were similar, in appearance, as the both were a little over six-feet in height, lean, and muscular, with light-brown hair. The twin girls were petite in frame, with big, green eyes, and wavy locks of golden-blond tresses that fell down below their shoulders. They were the cutest little book-ends, and both had a very bubbly demeanor, as they just stood their with coquettish smiles -swaying nervously, to-and-fro.
"Well, who in tar-nartion is it?" an irritated, matronly voice asked.
"Stranger, ma, looks like a city-boy!" the young man called back.
"Well, hell, Junior, offer the man some ice tea!"
We all sat at the dinner-table: Me, Bobby-George, Mrs. McKenna (her name was Roberta May, but I was all about minding my manners around this southern family), Jimmy-Junior (the older boy), Tommy (the younger one), and the twins (Sammie and Sarah).
"Ma," Junior began, "took a look at that-there radiator-hose, an' he's gonna need a new one."
"Well, son," his mother replied, "yer' jus' gonna hafta go inta town tommorah' mornin', an' pick another up." Roberta-May finished, and then turned to me, "An', you, are jus' gonna hafta stay the night here."
"I'll make up a room for him, mama!" Sammie volunteered, eagerly.
"Me, too!" Sarah chimed in.
"That's fine girls," she confirmed, "jus' you finish yer supper first."
"Thank you, Mrs. McKenna," I graciously said, "I hate to impose, and you all have been far too hospitable, already, but I don't see how I got much of a choice."
"Oh, now, son," the matronly woman responded, in a playfully admonishing tone, "you jus' stop with all that 'Mrs. Mckenna' nonsense. While yer a guest in my home, you call me mama -ya here?"
I smiled, slightly embarrassed by her offer, but just replied:
"Well, thank you, mama."
She was in her forties, but much like her daughter, she was quite stunning. Roberta-May had long, chestnut hair she kept in a neat bun at the back her head, and steel-blue eyes that seemed to sparkle with life, and vigor. And I was surprised, after having five children, that she had such a trim frame, yet she had all the proper curves. Her breasts were large, and she showed them off with her low-cut sun-dress, and her hips were round, and full. To be honest, even though she had to have -at least- fifteen years on me, I would have no problem with hopping into bed with her! However, at the moment, my interests were focused on her eldest daughter.
Bobby-George was tall (and judging from the height of her mother, compared to her and her brothers, the tall stature must have come from the father), and was a bit more petite, in build, than her mom. She was smaller in the chest, and a bit trimmer in the hips. For dinner, she had pulled her dark-blond hair back into a ponytail, and this only served to draw attention to her luminous, green eyes -they were captivating! She had a delicate, and refined, aire about her, yet one could tell that she was a hearty, young woman that could get down-and-dirty with the best of 'em.
After dinner, which was a delectable fare of fried-foods, we all 'retired to the parlor', as mama would say.
We all sat around, laughing and joking, over iced-tea, and short-bread cookies. It was, really, quite relaxed, family environment, and it kind of gave me a 'down-home' feeling. I was, very much, enjoying myself in this atmosphere. It was quite different from the stale, cold family I was used to. That was until Mrs. McKenna put me on the spot.
"I've seen the way y'all been lookin' at my Bobby-George," she said to me, skeptically, with an uncomfortable interrogative close at hand, "an' I was wond'rin': have y'all been thinkin' about what my little-girl looks like nekkid?"
My heart, suddenly, lodged in my throat, and I just sat there -speechless. I felt a cold sweat begin to bead on my forehead, as I -greatly- feared that I had offended this nice family with my wandering eye.
It was then, that the entire room erupted into a boisterous laughter. Although the sudden mirth let me know that I had not upset these kind people, it did little to alleviate the tension I felt.
"Ah, hell, son," she said, when her cackling had died-down enough for her to form words, "don't you worry 'bout one little thing. Mama's gonna make sure you are taken care of, tonight!"
2
"Bobby-George," Mrs. McKenna said to her daughter, after she realized that I could not seem to respond to her, "take off all yer' clothes, and show our guest from out west all about 'southern-hospitality'."
Without a word, the beautiful, southern girl -that I had been lusting after- rose from the love-seat next to me, and pulled the light, cotton summer-dress from over her head.
Her body was taut, and tan, and I could see the tan-line -from a teeny, immodest bikini- wrapped around her waist -as she wore no panties. Her milky-white mound was clean-shaven, and I could also see the first signs of her sweet nectar glistening in lamp light.
My God, how I wanted her! Yet, I was so scared, and uncomfortable, with what was going on around me. After all, her mother just told her to strip -right in from of me! And worse yet, she did it without hesitation, or question.
What was going on, here?
My question was answered when she knelt down in front of me, and reached for my belt.
I admit, I jumped. I was no unnerved, but mama's soothing voice calmed me:
"It's okay, sugar," she purred at me, "let Bobby-George show you how friendly we can be."
I took her advice, and relaxed, as her daughter unbuckled my belt, and zipped-down my fly.
Nervous, or not, I was rock-hard, and as soon as I lifted my hips, so she could pull down my pants, my rigid cock popped out -throbbing, and willing.
"Mmm..." Bobby-George purred, as she took my pulsating shaft in her hand, "you see this mama? Looks like this city-boy likes me!"
"Sure as hell-fire, he does, baby-girl," Mrs. McKenna replied, as her right-hand lifted the hem of her dress, and made its way to her loins, "so why don't y'all jus' treat his dinger to yer sweet mouth?"
Bobby-George responded with her actions.
The warm, wet feeling of her hungry maw engulfed my swollen prick, as she began to suck, and flick her tongue along the under-side of my manhood. Her dark-blonde hair brushed my hips as the young, southern vixen expertly worked my tool.
"Ah, mama," a dulcet little voice chimed, and interrupted my my reverie, "are we just gonna watch, or do we getta play, too?"
"Of course, my sweet," momma answered, "you jus' play with yer sister."
Mrs. McKenna's words sent me reeling. This whole scene was twisted, taboo, yet it was really turning me on! It was so wrong, on so many different levels, yet I wanted to revel in these perverse acts.
I looked over to see what was happening, and sure enough, the sweet, little book-ends were helping each other undress. Bobby-George sucked and slurped, as I watched the two young gilrs peel their modest clothing from each other. Their bodies were supple, creamy, and taut. They touched each other ever-so gently, as soft cotton fell to the floor, and exposed almost-womanly frames. Each had a downy thatch of golden hair growing in sparse wisps from their little mounds. I couldn't keep myself from staring, as the two began to grope each others nubile, young bodies, and couldn't help but wonder if I would get a chance with them!
Lech!
Pervert!
I never even entertained the idea of doing such things, but now it consumed my mind!
Not wanting to seem like too much of a freak, my eyes scanned the room. By this time, mamma's panties were on the floor, and the hem of her dress was up to her waist. She had splayed her long, slender legs over the arms of the chair, while her fingers explored her moistening snatch.
Her sons must have had the same idea, as their pants were down at their ankles, and stiff pricks in their relative hands. They stroked as the watch their elder sister work my burgeoning pole, and then their eyes would shift to the younger sisters.
My eyes returned to the twins:
Sammie and Sarah were really getting into it. They had since stopped watching Bobby-George and me, and were focusing on each other. One of them -I could not tell which- was licking and nibbling the her sister's neck, as one hand pinched her nipple, and the other rubbed at her creamy slit. The other twin's back arched, as she moaned and writhed under the lustful actions of her sister. In this moment, I did not care if the others caught me gaping at their salacious scene.
"Now, Bobby-George," mamma interjected, in mock admonishment, "don't think y'all can have our guest all to yourself. Share with your sisters."
Mama must have seen my prurient stare.
But, alas, here I was: about to take part in such debauchery that it would make a Roman Emperor blush like a school-girl!
School-girl?
I had to get that image out of my head as those sweet, little book-ends moved on me with with a predatory grace.
Yes, I said, predatory...
The look in their eyes was most definite. They meant to have their way with me, and I felt as if there was nothing I could do to stop them. Their little gashes glistened with their pussy-juice, as they sauntered over to me, in a sexy, seductive manner. And, honestly, I could not wait for them to descend upon me.
No, no, no...
This was just wrong!
How can I be doing this? I felt like a total perv!
"Boys?" Mrs. Mckenna called to her sons, "Y'all come over here, and keep yer mama comp'ny, ya hear?"
Mama had interrupted my self-scolding inner-monologue, but she now had my attention, as Bobby-George moved off of me, and the twins knelt in front of the couch where I sat.
The boys stood, and removed the remainder of their clothing, while their mother did the same in preparation for their "comp'ny". Their cocks were rock-hard, and jutting out from their crotches. The older of the brothers was pretty good-sized, but the younger one was packing a monster! He was hung like a porn-star! That damn thing had to be, at least, nine inches in length, and was almost as thick as his younger sisters' wrist! I could not help but stare.
Mama sat back down in the chair as her boys made it to her. She immediately took her boys' throbbing members in her hands, and began to stroke them gently, as if savoring the moment.
"Mmmm, yeah mama," the older one purred, "now, stop yer teasin', and suck on it, would ya?"
"Patience boy," she shot back, in admonishment, "Mama will get to that!"
She fulfilled her oath, as she started to flick her tongue over the pair of rigid dicks, which twitched with each pass of her oral appendage. Soon, she had taken the larger of the two in her mouth. She had to open-up pretty wide to get her son's colossal fuck-knob in her maw. She quickly moved to her other son's anxious rod, where she sucked and stroked it with a craven hunger. The boys moaned loudly as she went back-and-forth between to pair of young pricks.
3
I could feel Sammie and Sarah begin to kiss my inner thighs, and felt their little tongues tease my ball-sack. My cock jumped with every touch. As the little book-ends started to stroke my pulsating meat, Bobby-George settled in beside me on the loveseat, opened her legs, and began to run a slender finger up-and-down her wet snatch.
She moaned as she watched her sisters work my burgeoning pole, and swap it from one maw to the next. Their oral explorations were wet, warm, and their little mouths felt smooth as silk. I was pure bliss! Then one of them (I think it was Sammie) handed my cock over to her twin, and made he way up to my face -where she began to kiss me, deeply.
The tongue that was just on my swollen member clashed with mine, as we groped each other. Her skin felt more luxurious than satin, and was flushed with lustful heat. She moved down my neck, nibbling and suckling my inflamed skin, and then she whispered in my ear:
"Please mister," she begged in my ear in a soft, breathy tone, "will you please lick my thingy?"
I responded by grabbing her by the waist, and lifting her sopping, little honey-pot toward my face. I could not wait to taste her, as the musky-sweetness of her sex moved closer to my awaiting mouth. Little Sammie cooperated quite readily with me, as she stood, and put her long, slender legs over my shoulders. Her dripping pussy was less than in inch from my mouth, as I gripped her firmly by her ass-cheeks, and started to lap at her pink petals.
It tasted better than I could have ever imagined, as she let out tiny yelps, at my vigorous and ravenous tongue. Her fingers laced into my hair, and I felt the young girl grab handfuls of it, as she gyrated against my face. It was then that I noticed that her sister had stopped sucking me off, and I could feel her reposition herself to take my throbbing tool into her eager, wet hole.
I could feel Sarah straddle my pelvis, and felt her hand take hold of my pulsating manhood, as the sodden lips of her tiny gash brushed the tip. I shuddered at this, and wanted to grab her by the hips and push her down on my cock But, I was supporting Sammie's by the fleshy globes of her ass, and could not -besides, if this girl was going to be as tight as I thought, I did not want to hurt her.
Sarah's lips parted to my tumescent crown, and felt it begin to slip into her slick fuck-tunnel.
Jesus! I was tight! Yet, it was so slick from her sweet cream that my cock began to inch in to her more-than-taut passage. I heard her gasp with each gentle thrust downward, as it went deeper, and deeper inside her ayoung cunt. And as she took the entirety of my length inside her, her twin sister started to convulse, and buck her hips against my head.
Sarah began to grind against me, as Sammie's little cunny gushed in my face.
"Oh, mister, yes," she cried, "y'er makin' me cum so good!"
She continued to bellow and bray her lust, as her climax wracked her body. She leaned away from me, still holding my hair, and arched her back.
"Oooooo!" she called, "Aw, fuck, yes! I'm cuuuummmminnnngggg!"
I could feel her musky juices dribbling down my chin, and on to my chest, as her body shuddered against me. But, this did not slow me down. I was a man on fire, as I continued to suck on her quivering snatch, and not let her climax abate.
Alas, it did abate, as she let go of my hair, and collapsed on to her older sister -panting, and giggling at her own ecstasy.
"Umph!" Bobby-George exclaimed, as she felt the dead-weight of her younger sister land atop her. "What the hell, Sammie! I was git'in close!"
"Sorry, sissy," the young twin replied, in between labored breathes, "maybe I could help y'all out?"
The elder sister only purred at the offer, and removed her hand to give her sister access to her wet loins.
Bobby-George threw her head back, and moaned softly, as Sammie went down between her legs, and started to lick. She squirmed as the young girl went to work on her, and she watched the other twin ride my throbbing prick.
My hands now free, I explored Sarah's tight, youthful body. Her pussy gripped my cock like a vice, as she slid up and down on it, and rubbed her swollen love-button against my groin. Both her, and her older sister's, moans became louder, and were quickly turning into unabashed cries as they neared climax. And, it seemed as if the came in unison -one bookend riding me, and Bobby-George having her pussy lick by the other bookend.
could feel the young girl's pussy spasm, as she got louder. It practically strangled my dick when she did. There was one after the other clamping down on me, as she called out her lust:
"Uh-huh, uh-huh, UH-HUH!" she said as her head nodded in acceptance of her orgasm. "That's it, mister, fuck my dirty, little pussy! AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!"
The older sister had a firm hold of the younger's hair with both hands as she called out, "Oh, fuck, yes! Eat it, you nasty little tramp; eat your big-sissy's pussy! Ah, fuck! I'm gonna cum so hard!"
She began to yelp like the call of a raptor honing in on its prey. The sharp screeches, accentuate the rapid, pleasureful waves the seized her womanly frame.
After watching Bobby-George cum wildly, my eyes scanned the room to see what Junior, Tommy, and mama were up to...
Mrs. Mckenna was down on all fours, sucking voraciously at Junior's cock, while his brother slammed his huge fuck-rod into his mother's battered pussy. Her moans were muffled by her older son's tumescent shaft, as she bucked back against his ardent thrusts.
I could not fathom what I was seeing! The two boys were running a choke-and-poke on their own mother, as if she was a trashy, slutty, barfly! This was so wrong, so perverted, but once again, I did not care. My junk was still hard, and in desperate need of more fucking. All I could do was think of ramming my throbbing prick deep inside Booby-George's sweet, tight snatch.
I noticed that it was dripping with her nectar, and her young sister's spit when Sammie raised her head up from Bobby's crotch. The little twin's face glistened with the same, as an electric smile lit up her face, and she stared directly in to my eyes. This unsettled me somewhat, as I knew that she wanted a turn on my dick, but not so much that I wouldn't give it to her. I was past that point, and judging by her twin sister's performance I really wanted to fuck her, too!
"I'm gonna make you cum, mister," little Sammie announced, as she moved along my side seductively, "and I wanna taste y'er sperm! I want it in my mouth!"
"Well, okay." I managed to stumble out, although it seemed more of a question than a confirmation.
"But, I wanna feel that dinger inside me, first!" she concluded, excitedly, as she turned and made her way onto the floor.
She got down on her hands and knees, and began to wave her taut, tiny ass at me.
"Please, mister," she pouted, enticingly, as she looked back toward me, "stick yer dinger in me. I want it SO bad!"
I could not help but indulge her!
4
Sammie's ass was lean, and as hard as a rock, yet with a feminine shape.
I sidled-up behind her, took my "dinger" -as she put it- in my hand, and aimed it at her sopping slit.
It was soaking wet, and her pussy-lips were engorged and splayed-open to my burgeoning pole, and ready for violation!
As I ran the tip over her sodden gash (moistening it) she moaned impatiently, as if she could not get it inside her fast enough. The little twin pushed back against it, trying to force me to slide it in, and I could tell that she was going to be just as tight as her sister. Her efforts were not in vain, as my cock-head began to open her young hole. And as I gingerly pushed farther into her, the only resistence I felt was the vice-like grip of her slick love-hole.
"Mmmm... yes... deeper!" she purred, as the length of my throbbing shaft explore the depths of her sex. "That's it, Mister Webster," she continued to coax me, "don't be a'scared, don't be gentle, I's can take it. Just fuck me!"
I took her at her word, and brutally shove the entirety of shaft as deep as it would go. She yelped in response, and I stoppped. I was afraid that I hurt her; I was afraid that she had over estimated her sexual-constitution. But, I was wrong!
"Ah, fuck-yeah, mister!" Sammie cried out, at my abrupt assault, "fuck it hard! I likes it that a'way!"
Being the polite guest, I complied with her wishes.
Gripping her small ass-cheeks, I started ramming my prick into her constricting pussy. My hips, I thought, might become bruised from her hard, little butt slamming against me. She bellowed her ecstasy, as my cock assailed her slippery tunnel, and my balls impacted her engorged clitty.
"Ah, fuck, yes!" I called out. "That's a tight, fucking pussy!"
I suddenly heard voices behind me -grunting and chirping in lust.
I looked over my shoulder, and saw Bobby and Sarah locked together. They were coupled, legs scissored, hands clasped, with their perfect, little mounds grinding. Their hips gyrated, as they ferociously rubbed their twats against one another. They moaned and cooed their wanton desire, and pushed the edges of carnal bliss.
As they rubbed gash-against-gash, they watched me hammered at their yound sister's taut, wet honey-hole. The intensity of their gaze both unnerved and excited me, as I endeavored to put on a show for them.I hammered Sammie's pussy, for all it was worth, and heard her prurient cries ring in my ears! I was merciless!
Then, I felt it!
I felt the spasmodic contractions of her twat-muscles grasp my thick cock, and it was pleasurefully painfull! I knew she was cumming -hard! Likewise, I could tell that I was not far from the same!
"Ah, shit, ah, fuck," she bellowed, "you make me cum so good, mister! Do it harder! HARDER! AH, FUCK, I'M A-CUUUUMMMMINNNN'!"
The little girl's body convulsed, and slammed ever harder into my groin, as a blinding orgasm overtook her. It was all I had to hold back, as I felt her constrictive fuck-muscles clamp down on me, and try to milk the jism from my balls. But, I had made a promise... She would taste my seed!
Her climax seemed to go on forever, but I could take no more. My nuts were twitching; my entire body ached from holding back release.
"Ah, shit, I'm gonna fuckin' cum!" I moaned as I pulled out of Sammie.
With the alacrity of a wild-cat, she spun around just as the first jet of hot jism launched from my pulsating member. I coated the side of her face and shoulder before she could wrap her mouth around it. She sucked with lustful abandon as the second jet of sticky cum filled her ravonous maw. She swallowed hard, but could not keep up. I just kept cumming, and saw my seed gush from around her lips. I ran down her chin, and spattered on the floor. I fell back on the face of the love-seat, gasping for breath, with my cock still rock-hard, thobbing, and dripping with our juices.
I, then, felt Bobby's free arm come down over my chest, and her hand begin to play with my slowly, deflating cock. The beautiful southern-girl stopped her action with Sarah, and focused her attention on me:
"Y'all should see if mama needs yer help," she suggested, "and send Junior over here. I need some cock!"
"But-" I began to protest, thinking that I was not gonna get to fuck her, but was cut short by her reassurance.
"Ah, don't worry sugar," she purred into my ear, "I'm just savin' you fer last!"
God! This was so fucking hot! I was so immensely turned on, and I felt my prick begin to spring back to life. It was gonna take much coaxing from mama to get me ready for another round.
When my legs stopped shaking from my orgasm, I got to my feet, and went over to the boys and Mrs. McKenna.
"Junior," I announced, as he pummeled his mother's face with his swollen fuck-pole, "your Bobby-George needs your help with something."
He wasted no time in thanking me, pulling his cock from his mother's mouth, and trotting across the room.
I knelt in front of mama, my half-erect prick hovering in her face.
"Now, y'all jus' let mama take care of you, ya hear?" she managed to say between moans.
I had no problem complying with her, as she took my semi-flacid manhood in her mouth, and began to expertly suck me off. The Mckenna family matriarch was so good at it! Her tongue flicked and teased as she moved to-and-fro over its length. And when it was hard and throbbing, she stopped, and gave Tommy, and I, new instructions:
"Git on yer back, Tommy," she ordered, and then told me, "once he's in me, git behind me, and fuck my ass!"
I watched, as I stroked my cock, while young Tommy laid on the floor, and his mother straddled his huge pole. Her large, womanly tits hung over him, as she took hold of his thick rod, and slid it deep inside her dripping hole.
"Ugh... Mmmm..." she purred, as she let her son's gigantic tool explore the depths of her sex, and when she took as much as she could, she turned to me, "Now, put it in my asshole, young man!"
Jesus! I had never done this before, but I was very eager to try. So, I settled in behind her, and aimed my purple fuck-knob ar her little, pink pucker-hole. I spit into her ass-crack, and slid my burgeoning cock over it, and then press against her sphincter.
She opened up quite easily for me, and I felt the tight grip of her back-door passage, as my prick slipped deeper and deeper inside. I have fucked chicks in the ass before, but not while her pussy was being fucked, so the feel of Tommy's colossal shaft pumping her twat was a bit weird to me.
5
While I was fucking mama's ass, and she moaned and called-out like a wonton whore, I glance over to see Junior fucking Bobby-George.
Her brother loomed over her, had hold of the back of her knees, and held them down up near her shoulders. Bobby's legs were, also, spead wide, as he pummeled her with the entire leng of his cock, and she moaned and wailed with abandon.
Not far away from them were the book-ends. Sammie had taken over for her older sister. Their legs scissorer, one hands clasped in the center, they gyrated their soft, wet mounds together, as they whimpered and cooed their forbidden ecstasy..
Mama began to cry-out, loudly, as she began to cum. And when the first wave hit, her asshole clamped on my throbbing shaft like a vice -as I am sure it, likewise, did on her son's giant meat-pole. She bucked and twitched with every salacious rush of pleasure.
"Ah, shit," Tommy exclaimed, as his mother's orgasmic screams fill our ears, "I love fuckin' you, mama!"
"Such a good-boy, Tommy!" she managed to answer, "Mama likes the way you fuck her, too!"
"I'm gonna cum, mama!" the younger of the brothers announced, as Mrs. Mckenna's orgasm continued with no end in sight.
"That's okay, sugar," she confirmed, "you jus' fill up mama's pussy!"
Her body locked, released, and convulsed, as she rode the apex of her lust, and her son began to call out his climax. I felt him pump his gargantuan tool into his mother with ramdom, fitful thrusts, as he he filled her abused fuck-slot with his sticky cum. And even though their relative orgasms seemed to last an eternity, it was only scant seconds before they both went limp before me.
I pulled my rigid cock from Mrs. McKenna's asshole, and stood up, just as Tommy's huge rod popped out of mamma's quivering snatch. His milky seed poured out of her in such vast amounts that I thought that he could impregnate the entire state of Arkansas in one, sudden spurt.
But none-the-less, I stared in lecherous fascination as his jism fountained down her slit, and began to cover his groin. And at this, I should have felt disgusted with myself, as I willingly participated in their incestuous perversions -but, I did not!
I felt alive, and so fucking horning that I knew I could fuck the good Mckenna family all night!
I wanted this!
I needed this!
When I turned to focus my attentions else-where in this melee of incest, I saw Junior pull his twitching member from Bobby-George, and launch his anxious load of jism all over his sister. It arced into the air, in jet afer jet, and his older sister did not even attempt to shield herself from the pruruient assault. The salty liquid spewing from her brother's manhood splashed on her tummy, tits, and face -yet she did not seem to care. But the truth was quite the contrary, she seemed to revel in it!
But, now, I figured it was my turn!
From the moment I first laid eyes on Miss Roberta Georgina McKenna, I was undressing her in my mind, longing to taste her nectar, and plunge my swollen prick deep inside her! I did not care that she was coated in her brother's cum. I had to have her now!
I strolled over to her, as Junior left her to visit his sisters, and stood over her -my prick rock-hard, and wanting her attentions.
"Are you ready for me?" I playfully asked.
"You bet, mister," she replied, seductively, "I been waitin' fer this all night!"
Upon saying this, she turned over, resting her upper-body on the seat of the small couch, and her knees on the floor. She looked so sexy and inviting. He ass was the perfect apple, and I could see her fleshy mound peeking out from between her legs -bald, swolen, dripping, and wanting!
"C'mon, now, sugar," she purred at me, "don' be shy! Little-Bobby wants me some of yer cock!"
I needed no more encouragement -if any, at all!
Kneeling be hind her, I grabber her beautifully-tone rump, and slid easily inside her sodden snatch. Not that it was loose, as it gripped my throbbing tool quite firmly. She seemed perfect to me with her smooth, silken skin, the gentle curves of her back, and even the way she softly moaned as I worked the length of my rod in her taut and lubricious hole.
"Ah, yes, that's it!" she purred, as I quickened my pace. "Yes, fuck me harder!"
In this moment, the rest of the word was completely shut out -even as mama, the boys, and the twins continued to play. I did not pay attention to what they were doing. I did not care. All that I was, was focused on Bobby-George, her lucious, supple body, and her maddening libido.
"Oh, yes, fuck," she cried out, as my tempo, and the power of my thrusts, inreased, "fuck me hard! I'm gonna cum!"
I was getting very close, as well.
She called out loudly, as I felt her pussy spasm, and I knew that I could not hold back much longer.
"Ah, shit, I'm cumming, baby!" I cried.
She wailed and screamed at her release, and at the last moment, I pulled my twitching cock from her quivering fuck-tunnel. My sticky seed sprayed up her back in several powerful jets. The hot jism splashed down on her, as my mind went blank, my body shuddered, and I thought I might pass-out.
Aftermath
Needless to say, I did not make use of the room the twins had prepared for me. I slept with Bobby-George that night. While the others went to sleep, the southern girl and I stayed up talking, laughing, as well as fucking, until the dawn had nearly arrived.
"Why don't you stay here instead of headin' down to New Orleans?" she asked, at one point in the night.
Somehow, I did not think that I would have more fun there than spending my days with the McKenna's. So, I thought, fuck it! Why not?
"Good," she announced, when I told her that I would, "I'll make sure with mama, tomorrow. But somehow, I don't think she's gonna object." she finished with a sly grin.
The one thought that bugged me, though, was what her daddy going to think when he got home?