"That," Antonia said to her father, "was really fantastic!"
CHAPTER FIVE
Since everyone had had a come, they decided to wait a bit before moving into the next round of fun and games. They sat on the living room chairs and sipped champagne and chatted.
"One thing I can't figure," Antonia said as she stroked her long, glossy hair. "Why aren't we all convulsed with guilt? I mean, isn't incest the worldwide taboo, the unspeakable act? But we all seem to be having a good time."
"That's because you're so, hot, Sis, that as long as that little pussy of yours is getting banged, you don't worry about anything!"
"You prick!" she said with a laugh.
"Well," Ursula said, "when Clif walked in on Jack and me, I must admit that I didn't feel so great. I mean, I'd been worrying a bit about the incest angle before that, but seeing him standing there in the doorway all white with rage sort of got to me."
"God, I could have wrung your neck, I was so angry," Clif said with a laugh. It was now quite apparent that he was very glad that his wife and son had opened up the possibility of incestuous fun for the family. He gave a glance in the direction of his beautiful, naked daughter. Now there was something which he certainly wouldn't want to have to do without.
"But you don't feel bad about it now, do you, Mom?" Antonia asked.
"Oh, no. I mean, the only reason I felt bad before was that I'd hurt Clif. But now that we're all having fun together, I think it really makes very interesting change for all of us."
"Of course," Antonia said, "it's funny how something kind of dramatic is necessary to make you understand how you really feel. I'd really felt kind of hot for Dad for quite some time. And I didn't try and repress my feelings or anything. But they mostly came out as admiration, and things like that. When I was near him my pussy would sort of tingle, but it never really occurred to me that what I wanted more than anything was his meat in my box. Then, when I heard how he was going to send Jack away to some horrible boarding school, the idea occurred to me that maybe the best way to get him to change his mind would be to give him a bit of incestuous fun. And it was then that I first realised what it was that I wanted from him."
"Speaking of what people want," Ursula said to Jack, "what would you like now? I feel pretty horny, particularly after watching your sister and father go at it hammer and tongs like they did."
"How about a sixty-nine?"
"Maybe later. Not that it doesn't sound nice, but don't forget that I haven't had any of that meat of yours in my cunt yet today, and my pussy might start having withdrawal symptoms if I make it wait much longer for some that cream of yours."
"Well, how about a regular missionary then?"
"Yeah, that's the ticket. I don't know about the rest of you, but sometimes I think that the missionary is about the most satisfying position of all. You aren't all worried about getting everything right like you are with some of the more tricky stuff. You just fuck and have a good time."
Antonia nodded her head in agreement. Ursula then turned to her son and said, "okay, lover boy, let's get with it." She lay back on the floor.
It hadn't been too long since he had come in her ass, but that didn't keep his prick from feeling plenty stiff. After all, the sight of his mother's delicate pink labia and hard little clit were enough to put starch in any guy's cock.
He lay down on top of her, jockeying his prick into position. She gave a little sigh of delight.
"It's so nice to feel your body resting on breasts," she said.
He pulled his hips up so-that the knob of his prick was resting against her cuntlips. Then, with a quick little movement, he sent the tool sliding in.
He felt his mother's hands clutch at his back as his meat slid into her, filling up her feminine organ. Then, she lifted her legs and crossed them over his back. He knew from talking to her that she'd never really been able to decide what she liked better: the plain missionary or the modified missionary. The modified missionary was the one that involved the legs being locked over his back. It made her cunt feel a lot tighter, which was nice for both of them, but it was also a bit more tiring for her. Sometimes she went for one, sometimes the other.
He pressed his dick in as far as it would possibly go. When he really rammed in, the tip of his prick was just touching her cervix. That always made both of them feel excited, because by showing how deeply he'd gone, and what a big prick he had, it made him feel more masculine, while the sensation of total penetration which it gave to his mother made her feel more feminine.
Jack kept his prick resting there for a second, and then he started to pump.
Long, easy strokes. Taking his time. Just sliding gently back and forth, while her body rocked slightly from side to side. It was very, very nice for both of them.
It was also nice for the two spectators, who found the sight very interesting indeed. They couldn't see Jack's prick, of course, since it was hidden by Ursula's legs, but just the movement back and forth of his body enabled them to visualize perfectly well what was going on.
There wasn't much way for Jack to get his mother's breasts, since those were pressed under him. About all he could manage in that department was slipping his hands between the breasts and her chest – no fantastic treat for either of them. But to try and make up for that he concentrated on Frenching his mother. His tongue seemed to be darting everywhere, as it pressed first against her tongue, then against the roof of her mouth, then all sorts of other places, too.
He was picking up speed, now, really laying his tool into her cunt, and she was responding with little movements of her hips that increased the pleasure for both of them. Her cunt really seemed to clutch at his penis with every thrust that he made, as he heaved his ass back and forth.
She could hardly breathe, she felt so excited by the pressure of her son's organ inside her, by the delicious feeling caused in her clit every time her labia were rubbed against it.
"Come!" she moaned at a moment when he no longer happened to be kissing her. "Come! I've got to come! Make me come! Can't stand waiting any… more…"
He couldn't stand waiting much longer either, and his response was to really start buck away inside her.
Coming! Coming! Coming! Cock in cunt, shooting, spurting! Heaving cunt, trembling, melting! Wham! Wham!
"That… was quite… a fuck!" Ursula gasped as the spasms finally stopped tearing through her body.
"You're not kidding."
They unlocked their bodies and got up. They both seemed a bit unsteady on their feet for a moment, and it was obvious that the reason for that was that they had both had such a completely wild come.
"See what I meant about the missionary," Ursula said.
"Ah, but do you like that version of it better than the other?" her son asked.
"Who knows? They're both great."
"There are very few ways of fucking that aren't great," Clif interjected. "And I was just wondering what little thing my daughter and I might manage."
At this point, there was a sudden knock on the door. The four of them whirled around in surprise. The curtains were indeed drawn, so no one could have seen them…
"Who is it?" Ursula asked nervously.
"TV repairman."
Clif started to giggle, while Ursula called out, "Oh, that's right, you were supposed to come today. I suppose you couldn't make it another time?"
"Nope," the voice called out from behind the door. "I'd have to charge you for coming over this time. Can I come in."
Everyone but Ursula left the living room, and she hastily pulled her clothes on. When she opened the door, she noticed that the little man obviously hadn't gotten in a very good mood waiting on the doorstep. She hoped that he wouldn't notice the strong smell of sperm and pussy fluid. His nose gave a little twitch, and he glanced at the mysteriously closed living room curtains. But he didn't say anything. Apparently, in his years as a TV repairman he'd learned that there are some pretty strange people in the world, and he didn't worry about the fact much. Ursula blushed when she saw his nose twitch, though, but she also felt a little tingle of excitement in her clit. Somehow, the idea of this stranger suspecting that she'd just been fucked gave her an exhibitionistic thrill. She couldn't resist saying to the man, as if by way of a joke, "Sorry to have kept you waiting like that. You see, we were having an orgy."