She felt like an artist who had labored over the work of a lifetime, banking everything on its success. And now it was completed. The result?
"A masterpiece!" Marsha gasped, accurately describing what she saw.
She flashed back to the beginning when her craving for incest had caused her to put the make on her cousin Jerry. Then Linda had arrived on the scene. That had been the real turning point, Marsha realized, because with Linda as an ally, the ball had really started rolling.
Marsha fondly recalled how she and Linda had fucked their uncles and then had gone even further – after their own dads. When Tad had come home from college he was a piece of cake.
"And now our moms," Marsha sighed as she viewed the scene before her. "Look at them take those cocks. Getting it on like a couple of bitches in heat. Things couldn't be better. What a family!"
Marsha was so proud of herself for setting things into motion, and of the others for seeing the light and getting into the groove of incest so solidly.
Then something incredible happened. Just standing there watching the rest of the family suck and fuck, Marsha came without even being touched. And, as far as she was concerned, it was the best climax she had ever had. It drove her to her knees while she moaned with pleasure.
As she came, Marsha gratefully thanked her God for giving her family the unique give of heaven on earth.
A few moments later and Marsha had crawled forward to join the orgy. As an active participant she would come many more times before this wild evening had run its course. But none of her orgasms would match the one she'd had when she was all by herself, getting off on the vision of her creation. Its glory would never fade.