"Well, now Tad's one of us," Marsha was saying. "We've fucked him, Jerry, your dad and my dad."
"But it's still not finished, is it?" Linda spoke. "There's more to it, isn't there?"
"I was getting to that," Marsha sighed. "We both know what the problem is."
"Our moms," Linda said.
"Exactly. They're still not with it," Marsha noted. "As long as they're not getting it on with the rest of us, all we've built is in trouble. We've got to get those two hot for incest, that's all there is to it."
"We could come on to them," Linda suggested.
"No, our moms need cock," Marsha answered with certainty. "Hard, young cock."
"From who?"
"Fortunately, our moms have the same thing going for them," Marsha chuckled. "They each have a son who's hung."
"You mean Tad and Jerry?"
"Who else?"
"Okay, I buy your logic," Linda said. "But how do we convince our brothers to hit on our mothers?"
"We'll work it out," Marsha assured her cousin.
"I hope so," Linda murmured with concern. "This is too important to let slide."
"Well, let's go downstairs while Tad flakes out. We can have a couple of sodas and put our heads together," Marsha suggested. "The sooner we got on top of this, the better off everyone in the family will be."
Linda agreed and the two girls got up from bed, dressed, then left the room.
Now Tad Cole was all alone and wide awake. He thought about what he had heard. True he had already made it with his sister and cousin. But the idea of fucking his own mother seemed incredible.
Then he looked down at his cock. It was red and stiff with excitement. When he closed his eyes again, Tad saw a vision of his mother. She was naked. Her legs were spread. The cunt that had given Tad birth was open for his hard prick.
And Tad Cole knew that Marsha and Linda would not have to waste too much time persuading him to take part in their plan. If he got the chance he was going to fuck his mother.
"Just hope Jerry's as horny for his mom as I am for mine," Tad thought aloud. "Then this will really be one helluva family. I might never go back to college."
CHAPTER TEN
"You gotta do it, man, that's all there is to it," Tad Cole forcefully told his cousin Jerry, holding the young boy at the collar. "The family is depending on you."
"I can't… just can't fuck my own mother," Jerry insisted. "Fucking Marsha and Linda that day at the pool was enough for me. No more family screwing for me. It's just too risky."
Tad had to laugh at that. "Risky?" he scoffed. "Shit, almost everybody in the family's doing it now. Marsha and Linda have fucked you, me, our dads. Now it's time for our moms to put out. Get with it, Jerry! You're way out of line on this thing. We'll make your life hell if you don't come across."
"I won't fuck my mother," Jerry continued to maintain.
"Okay," Tad snorted. "If you won't fuck your mom, I'll just have to jump the old girl myself. Fuck her right along with my own mother."
"You wouldn't," Jerry gulped.
"Just watch me," Tad vowed. "And that's exactly what you'll be doing, chump. Watching. Because this little get-together tonight is turning into a damned orgy whether you like it or not. Everyone will wind up sucking and fucking before it's over – except for you."
Now it was Jerry's turn to think. He stared right through Tad, looking, it might be said, directly at the handwriting on the wall.
"Looks like I don't have much choice," Jerry answered in a hush. "Okay, I'll do it. I'll fuck my mother if that's what she really wants."
"Don't worry, she will once she's hip to what this party's all about," Tad assured his nervous cousin. "Just like my mom. Now, c'mon, let's get to it!"
The two boys left the room where they had been talking in private and joined the rest of the family. Everyone else was in the living room. The occasion was a celebration of the birthday shared by Jerry and his cousin Marsha.
"There's the birthday boy!" Marsha greeted Jerry when he entered the room with her brother.
Jerry warily went to Marsha. She hugged him, kissing him on the lips. The rest of the family watched. Jerry was embarrassed.
Then when Marsha broke the kiss, she whispered in her cousin's ear, "It's settled, isn't it? About you and your mom?"
Jerry reluctantly nodded.
"Then go to it, stud," Marsha quietly urged.
She pushed her cousin in the direction of his mother. Rose Cole was sitting on the couch next to her husband. Roy immediately got up, though, making a place for his son.
Jerry sat down next to his mother. He looked at her as if he had never seen her before.
"What's wrong, darling?" Rose Cole asked her pale son.
Jerry started to say something. Nothing came out.
The room filled with tense expectation, with only Rose and her sister-in-law Sharon unaware of exactly what was in the air.
"Do it, Jerry," Linda Cole hissed at her flustered brother.
"Mom… I…" Jerry finally spoke, but that was as far as he got. However, he did drop his hand on his mother's lap. Then he was squeezing her thigh as if he were holding on for dear life.
"What's wrong, Jerry?" a concerned Rose Cole asked again.
Jerry was back to being totally speechless. He was ready to run away. But the demanding glares of his father, uncle, sister and cousins trapped him on the couch.
Now it was Marsha who hissed, "Do it, Jerry." Increasingly puzzled by the family's strange behavior, Rose Cole asked her son, "What do they want you to do, dear?"
Jerry turned away from his questioning mother. However, at the same time his hand tugged her skirt up to her crotch.
With her panties suddenly showing, an astonished Rose tried to cover herself. But Jerry wouldn't let her. And now he was not only looking her way again, but riveting her with smoldering eyes.
"I have to do this to you, Mom," he said in a faraway voice.
"D-do what?" Rose stammered.
"Don't ask, Mom. I'll just show you," Jerry muttered. "It'll be for both of us if we don't talk about it and just go ahead and do it."
By this point the boy was touching his mother's crotch, feeling a dampness through her panties. Rose squirmed to get away. Then, suddenly, her own husband was there, forcibly holding her in place while their son rubbed between her legs.
Now Jerry slipped his fingers inside his mother's panties. He pressed her clit with his thumb. Rose Cole squirmed again, but this time she wasn't trying to go anyplace.
"What is this?" Sharon Cole blurted out as she watched what was happening to her sister-in-law. "Don't worry, Rose, if nobody else will do anything, I'll put a stop to this."
"No… don't, Sharon… it's all right," Rose answered with a long sigh.
While her son fingered her cunt, Rose put her hand on Jerry's swollen fly. With everyone in the family except Sharon looking on in approval, Rose unzipped Jerry's pants.
"Take it out, Mom," Linda urged from across the room. "Take out Jerry's cock."
"Yes," Rose panted with helpless desire. She dug into her son's bulging shorts and emerged with a handful of stiff, teenaged cock. She immediately started stroking the foreskin back and forth over the red, throbbing cock-head.
"Oh, baby, your prick is so big," Rose breathlessly told her son.
"Suck it, Mom," Jerry answered, his confidence growing.
Rose didn't hesitate at all. Her face lowered and her mouth opened. She folded her lips over the waiting knob of her son's hard-on. The sounds of her hungry sucking followed as she gradually swallowed inch after inch of teenaged cock. Everyone else in the family watched with open approval. Everyone, that is, except Sharon Cole. She couldn't believe what she was seeing.
"Are you all insane?" she cried out. "Isn't anybody going to do anything to stop this madness?"