"Don't try running off, boy," Abe chuckled. "You might leave something behind!"
He shoved Tim again and pulled back on the leash hard enough to make the boy grimace. "That's just to show you it works! That I'm not fooling around!"
"Oh, my God!" Beth moaned painfully.
"On the bed, boy!" Abe ordered. "Fast!"
Before he could jerk the string again Tim crawled onto the bed and sat. "Lay down! On your back right next to your loving mother and friend!" Abe snapped like a ringleader in a circus.
"For chrissake, Abe!" Jerry yelled. "Why the hell… "
"Shut up!" Abe bellowed. "You can leave any time you want! I don't need you here to enjoy myself! Go! Run off to your fucking city!"
Jane's hand clamped tight to Jerry's arm to plead with him to stay, Jerry took a deep breath, closed his eyes, shut his mouth, Abe seemed satisfied and turned back to the mother and son lying next to each other on the bed, They weren't looking at each other, just lying, stiff, unmoving.
"Okay, mom, since you have the lead part in our little play I want you to take a bow. Not the usual bow… no, you won't face the audience… "
Beth's sobbing heaves for breath wouldn't stop, her mouth was shaking with anger and fear, she didn't understand what he wanted until Abe screamed, "Roll over! On your belly! But not on the bed! On your little boy!"
"Noooooo!" she moaned.
Abe grabbed her legs and twisted, Beth groaned and unwillingly rolled herself on top of Tim's still body. Her legs rested on the outside of his, her firm breasts pressed into his chest, she laid her tear-streaked, red face over his trembling shoulder.
"That's it, mom," Abe said. "Now we see all your talents, that's what I call a real nice bow."
He stared at her cold-cream dripping pussy, at the pink hole of her ass sitting between round, powder-covered asscheeks. Her light-skinned thighs were stretched across Tim's, the flesh covered with goose bumps, her crotch resting directly over his limp hanging cock and balls.
Beth sensed the strength in her son she felt the hard muscles of his well-formed body below her, the tension, the fury. She drew her emotions together, this was not a time for hysteria, no, it was a time for control and understanding… Her head turned and she placed a soft kiss on his cheek. "I'm sorry, Tim," she whispered.
His eyes flooded with tears of regret. "I'm sorry too, mom. Sorry I wasn't there when you needed me" he moaned. His athletic body shivered uncontrollably under her.
"Relax, Tim, there's nothing we can do…" she said.
"I want to kill him…" he hissed.
"Relax, son… just try and relax… "
Abe stared at Tim's uncooperative cock and shook his head. It was limp, the balls hung behind it in their cinched-up bag, red hair surrounded everything.
"What's a matter with your brother?" he asked Jane. "Can't he get it up? Did you screw it all out of him?"
Jane's hold on Jerry's arm tightened and she kept silent. Abe nodded slowly and said "I got ways of making him stiff. I can use my hand on him and pound his little cock up… " He smiled. "That is… unless you want to save him from the dirty old man… "
"What?" she managed to ask.
His face darkened. "Reach in there and jack him off!. Get his prick hard! Do it or I'll pull this string until it's up or ripped onto the floor!"
"Do as he says," Jerry said. He saw a desperation in Abe's rage, the animal was trying to impress Jerry for some strange reason, trying to prove himself as mean and tough… not just a burglar, but a man capable of much more… brutality, violence, even to the point of murder.
Jane moved from the chair with unsteady legs. Being forced to fuck Tim was one thing, but being forced to participate in having her brother and mother fuck was another. She unhappily reached between the openness of her mother's thighs and wrapped gentle fingers around Tim's un-aroused penis.
"That's the girl… now beat him off. Get it up big and hard like you had it," Abe instructed.
Jane's hand moved slowly at first, meading the fleshy worm, rolling it tenderly, in her fingers. Tim's body remained unmoving as she stroked up and down, pulling the cool prick up, working warmth and blood into its length. It started responding – the first indication was the color. It grew from a pale, washed-out hue to a pink, then red.
She gripped tighter and beat her hand faster as the glans became larger, as the edge flared out and the wrinkled flesh of the shaft started to grow taut. But it still flopped like loose rubber against her palm as Jane furiously tried to beat life into it.
Abe gave the string a pull and she saw Tim's testicles stretch against the string. He was warning her, showing he was serious about his threat. Jane inhaled, then plunged her head down into the vee between her mother's thighs, the full cheeks of Beth's ass rubbed against Jane's forehead as she took the cock in her moist, thirsty lips.
"Now that's what I call cooperation," Abe cracked. "A real stick-together family."
Jane trickled her tongue across Tim's sponge-like glans and felt it increase in size and heat. Her lips hugged under the head and slowly, with great suction, slid down. He was getting hard, very hard and long. Saliva filled her mouth as it gushed down with more speed to suck at the tasty, wonderful shaft to try and pull it into her throat. Beth's rump was in the way, Jane couldn't engulf Tim's prick totally. The aromas of her mother's vagina and Tim's heated rod were thick in Jane's nostrils, and suddenly she felt very glad to be a part of their ultimate act… forced or not. She licked down to soothe the tied scrotum.
"All right! It's up!" Abe gleefully called out. "Get your hot mouth off his prick before it blows apart!"
Jane didn't pull away. Her head bobbed deep into the vee of four legs, the pecker stabbed far into her mouth. She sucked and prayed for a mouthful of jism, she wanted to steal the show, climax Tim and ruin the obscene plans of Abe. She didn't feel his hand wrap in her hair until he jerked. Jane's mouth left Tim's prick with a pop of suction and a spray of saliva.
It was up. Tremendously up. Long, hard, wet, and red. Tim's prick was like a full-grown tree sitting in his meadow of curly red hair. The head was so high that it cleared the hump of Beth's white ass… then it tilted toward his upper body to stiffly lodge into the soft crease of his mother's waiting ass.
"Now, ain't that beautiful," Abe chided. He pulled Jane from the bed and sat her in the chair. "You don't want to miss anything, now do you? From here you'll be able to see how well the cock you just sucked up does inside a cunt. Your mommy's cunt."
"You creep… you stinking beast… " Jane moaned.
Ignoring her he turned and clapped his hands. "Okay, mom, screw down on that beautiful prick kissing your ass! I want to see it in your cunt! Get it? Fuck that cock or your boy will feel pain… lots of pain… "
Beth breathed softly on Tim's cheek as her hips began to lift and she felt his burning cockhead slipping down the crease of her soft rump. She had been surprised by his size when she saw Tim and Jane in the kitchen, but now it seemed even larger, hard, pronging down toward the cold-cream-packed slit of her cunt.
Tim's erection was numb, he knew it could feel nothing. Even the frantic lips of Jane had failed to do anything but make it hard and hot. He felt no emotion, no nearness to a climax… just a dull, unwanted stiffness. Now, as his mother's backside lifted and his prick lowered into position he still felt nothing, nothing but the tenderness of her flesh, the warmth of her body, the gentle caress of the loose, slick tissues at the door to her gash.
They met his cockhead with an eager, yawning spread of pink and red. The melted cold cream had mostly been absorbed into Beth's cunt lining, but enough remained to grease his glans and make her twat lips slide easily apart. Tim's beautiful shaft kissed the mouth of his mother's cunt.