And he was pretty well there, too. Just a couple of strokes more would do it.
One more stroke would be enough!
He slid his prick slowly, slowly, slowly out of her rectum while she moaned in excitement. Then, back in he went, really hard, really ready…
He felt his prick give a special little quiver, and he knew what was about to happen. He pressed his fingers against his mother's clit, squeezing it tenderly while he drove his shaft the rest of the way home.
A shock hit him at the same moment one hit her, and then they were both coming together, and really coming hard, too, with her crotch trembling against his hand and his prick shooting its load up into his mother's asshole, which clutched at his tool in excitement.
Antonia was coming too, her little cunt exploding in hot come-joy. She had fingered herself to orgasm while watching the fascinating spectacle of her brother fucking her mother up the ass. As for Clif, he really had to exert a lot of self-control to keep his cock from spewing, since if anything, the little show that Jack and Ursula were putting on had excited him even more than it had excited his daughter.
Jack withdrew his tool from his mother's ass, giving her a gentle pat on the rump as he did so. "So, how did you like it?" he asked.
"It was really nice," she said, "but I think by and large I prefer to get it in the pussy."
Jack went off and cleaned up his prick, and then the four of them had some more champagne. As it was, Clif was just about bursting with his need for a come, but he wanted to show himself as the kind of guy who has self-control to spare.
The topic of conversation was, of course, fucking. Jack and his mother compared notes on the sensations that the little anal interlude afforded them. Antonia was in a bit of a quandary. The butt-fuck that her mother had gotten sounded pretty nice, and she was eager to receive the same thing from her father. At the same time she didn't want to seem unoriginal in her choice of the show she was putting on for her mother and her brother.
"Dad," she said, "I'll bet you've fucked twice as many women as you can remember. Tell me, can you think of any offbeat positions we might be able to try?"
"Ever been fucked sitting in a chair?"
"No, but I'd sure like to find out what it's like!"
"Okay, a chair it is!" The four of them swallowed the last of their champagne, and Clif went off into the dining room. He returned carrying one of the dining room chairs.
"For this position," he explained, "you need a chair that doesn't have any arms."
He placed the chair in the middle of the living room, while Jack and Ursula looked on eagerly. They were really curious to see just what this position was going to involve. As for Antonia, she could feel little drops of pussy-fluid oozing down her thighs.
"You're getting wet, Sis," Jack said, noticing the droplets.
"You're not kidding!"
Her father sat down in the chair, holding his prick up in the air with his right hand. Antonia was a bright girl, and she immediately caught on to what it was that the position required. She placed a leg on either side of his legs, and then sat down in his lap, aiming her pussy at his penis.
She felt his prick prod against her labia, then slip into her body. There was something really nice about being impaled like this. It made her feel very, very feminine.
Down she went, until she was resting in his lap, her buttocks pressing down slightly on his balls. The nice thing about this position, she realized, compared to the more conventional "top-riding" one, was that the partners's faces are so close together. She opened her lips slightly, and her father responded by kissing them tenderly.
That was so nice that the two of them prolonged the kissing for a minute or two more, with Antonia stroking her father's head, too, and his hands cupping and caressing her breasts.
As she watched this loving scene, Ursula felt her clit stiffen and her cunt get even wetter. She was getting the same kind of voyeuristic thrill which her husband had gotten only a few minutes earlier. Not just the fact that her husband had his prick in his daughter's cunt, but also the loving way in which he was kissing and fondling her, the obviously strong affection which he felt for her, were very exciting to Ursula.
Antonia really felt horny now, and much as the liked the kisses she was getting, she really needed something a bit more substantial. She'd pretty much figured out what the position involved, so without more ado, she raised herself slowly, pressing her feet against the floor and straightening her legs slightly to do so. Then, when almost all of her father's prick was exposed, she slid on back down again, swallowing his hard-on up once more in her femininity.
"Wow, you really know how to fuck!" Clif said as he felt the delicious pressure of his daughter's cunt-walls on his whanger. She really did have natural aptitude, too. Everything about the way she moved her body, about the way in which her pussy clutched at his meat, was really fantastic.
And the way she was facing him, he could have all the fun he wanted with her tits. He started out by squeezing and caressing them, and gently pinching the hard nipples. Then, bending his neck down, he started to lick them, shifting his attention from first one little rosebud to the other, while his daughter's slender body continued to ride up and down on his meat. The nipples were really glowing with excitement now and so swollen and sensitive that he could feel her tremble every time his tongue touched them.
Licking was nice, but sucking was even better, as he well knew. Although it was a bit hard to manage with her moving up and down like that, he pulled her right nipple into his mouth and began to suck on it. He used his hand to stimulate the other nipple, for he remembered having been told years ago by a sexual partner that one thing which women dislike is to have one nipple stimulated while the other one is ignored. "It makes you feel unbalanced," she had said.
Each movement of Antonia's body sent her father's prick sliding deep into her. Her cunt walls felt like they were going to melt, her clit was ringing like a fire alarm, and as for those breasts of hers which her father just wouldn't leave alone – well, she couldn't remember when they had ever felt so excited.
Her cunt felt like a watch that was being wound tighter and tighter. She knew that something had to go, and had to go soon.
Her clit seemed to shudder. This was it, whether her father was ready or not. She hoped that he was, but she knew that there was just no possible way she could hold herself back any longer.
In fact, Clif was more than ready. For the last minute or so he had been taking deep breaths and doing all sorts of other things to try and delay his come, for he knew that he was right on the brink of it.
Up she went, and then d-o-w-n-n… She had hardly slid more than halfway down the length of his rod when suddenly her cunt began really to erupt, and his prick erupted right in the middle of it. All the tension that had been built up during the fuck, during the foreplay, during the voyeuristic bit that had gone before, suddenly released itself in a series of convulsive heaves as his tool fired its load deep, deep up into the pretty pink cunt of his daughter.
Ursula hadn't really been beating herself off while, watching this – she thought that not doing so would get her so worked up that her next fuck would really be fantastic – but she nearly went off anyway as she saw how her daughter was trembling and shaking as she sat there impaled on her father's cock. And the sight really had Jack turned on too. He really found his sister very attractive, and could easily imagine how much fun his father was having firing his spunk into her pussy.
Finally, the last come-waves finished washing over Antonia and Clif, and she lifted herself off of him. Ursula, who was standing behind her daughter, could see between her legs, could see the prick disengage bit by bit before flopping down onto his belly. As it came out of Antonia's cunt, quite a bit of cunt juice and sperm flowed out of her pussy-hole and down her thigh.