She had her knees up under her stomach, and Larry was gazing in lustful hunger at her hair-fringed vagina and spread buttocks. From his position, George saw his wife's anus constrict as her vaginal lips pulsed with a life of their own. He could see the beads of moisture forming on the copper-colored pubic hairs that rimmed the pink lips, then he turned his eyes back to his son. His tongue wiped across his lips as he observed the small fist move up and down the swollen rod. Immediately, his own organ jerked into a tremendous, throbbing hardness unlike any he had ever experienced. His homosexual desires burst into a full, roaring flame as he watched the lewd scene on his bed.
Then his wife's voice came to him through the open window.
"Tell me when you're ready, darling," she said with excitement, wagging her upraised buttocks toward her son. "Tell Mother when you're ready to come. I'll catch it again! We can't make a mess on the bed your father might see it and begin to wonder."
"Now, Mother!" Larry shouted, his fist jerking faster and faster. "Now… I'm coming now!"
Quickly, Peggy twisted around and cupped her hands at the end of his penis, her breath heaving with excitement as the hot liquid gushed out to collect in a thick pool. "Wonderful, darling…" she moaned, her eyes gleaming with insane lust as spurt after spurt flew into her hands. "Come… come off for Mother… shoot it out… jack your cock off, darling…"
George was not repulsed by what he had seen… just the opposite. Silently creeping from the window, he went to a bar and used the last remaining dollars in his pocket for beer. He sat at the end of the bar, away from the other men. He had much to think about and what he was going to do.
It was late evening when he returned home, pretending not to have found a job again. He tried to keep his eyes off his young son, but he found himself time and again looking down at the boy's crotch. Peggy had washing to do and was in another part of the house, otherwise George was certain he would have seen their little games again.
When Peggy went to bed, she immediately dropped off into an exhausted sleep. She had been neglecting her housework until evening since she had become sexually involved with her son. George stayed awake, waiting until he was certain his wife was sound asleep. Once her breasts were falling and rising in even rhythm, he tossed the sheet from his body. Wearing only his shorts, he crept into his son's bedroom and sat down on the edge of the bed. Moonlight streamed in the open window, and his son looked so very young as he slept. George reached out and brushed a lock of hair from the smooth forehead, causing Larry to stir in his sleep.
Being summer – and an extremely hot one – Larry was covered with only a thin sheet, and his small body was outlined in the pale light. As George looked down on his sleeping son, he felt the passion stirring in his groin. Reaching into the fly of his shorts, he pulled forth his semi-erect organ. Wrapping his fingers about the penis, he began to slowly masturbate. For a long time he looked at the boy, working his penis until it was now a hard, swollen instrument of hot desire.
Reaching out a hand, George slipped the sheet from his son's body, exposing the naked lad fully. His eyes found the limp organ laying across one smooth thigh, with the small testicles cupped between. Unable to control himself now that he was so close to his object, George reached out and cupped the flaccid penis. He lifted the wrinkled organ and wrapped his hand about it. He started to move his hand up and down in rhythm with his masturbating hand on his own organ. Larry sighed and moaned in his sleep, tossing about until his thighs were spread wide. The small organ began to stiffen up, growing in the warm palm of George.
Bending over the slumbering boy, George peered down at the now throbbing member. His passion had become so great, he was unconcerned about his son waking up and finding him there. He wanted him to wake up… to understand what he, his father, wanted to do with him. "Larry?" George whispered urgently, working his hand up and down the smooth, stretched flesh. "Larry, wake up! Wake up, boy!"
"Wha…" Larry mumbled sleepily, his eyes coming open and seeing his father bending over his lower body. "Daddy? What do you want?"
"This, Son," George whispered. "This is what I want! I want to play with your prick!"
Surprised, but not ashamed, Larry looked down at his father's hand that cupped his penis so hotly, then he turned and saw his father masturbating the thick, huge organ between his hairy thighs. "You like to to jack off, Daddy?" he asked in a low voice. "I like to make myself come…"
"Not often, Son," George said. "But I'd like to jack you off… you're not afraid?"
"No," Larry whispered back. "I like you doing this. Are you going to jack me off?"
"Maybe," George replied. "Maybe I'll do something else, instead."
"Like the pictures, huh, Dad?"
"What do you mean, Son?"
"I had some pictures," Larry whispered. "They showed naked men and women doing things to each other. Some of the women were using their mouths on the men."
George chucked. "Yes, something like that. Would you like it if I used my mouth on you? I mean would you enjoy having me suck your cock?"
"Oh, yes!" Larry said louder, then whispering again, "I'd like that very much, Dad. I've never had that done to me before."
"I bet you've been diddling that little girl next door, haven't you?" George laughed.
"No… not me," Larry confessed. "I wanted to but she said I was too little."
"I wouldn't say that, Son," George pulled on the hard penis of his son. "You have a mighty fine prick here. Why don't you show it to her… then she'll change her mind, I bet."
"Do it, Dad," Larry urged. "Do it to me… use your mouth on my cock!"
In answer, George dropped his head down and opened his lips. He sucked in the swollen, smooth head of his son's penis and began to suck it as if he had experience. His intense desires guided him, and he swirled his tongue around the shaft and head as his lips moved up and down in swift hunger. He tickled Larry's testicles with his fingers as he sucked, wanting to bring forth the young semen of his son into his devouring mouth and throat. Moist sucking sounds came from his tightly clasping lips as his head bobbed up and down, his hand continuing the rapid up and down movement on his own throbbing member. Then, to his happy surprise, he felt his son's hand shove between his thighs and cup his hairy testicles. George spread his legs apart, removing his hand when he felt the fingers of his son travel up to take over the masturbating motions.
Holding his father's penis tightly, Larry jerked up and down on it, and his mind boiled over with his second desire. Now, after having seen his mother totally naked and masturbated while watching her, he was realizing his last desire of manipulating his father's organ. His joy was complete with being fellated by George at the same time.
"I'm going to… come, Dad!" Larry squealed in a high pitched voice, unmindful of waking his mother. "You want me to… come in your… mouth? I can't hold it back any longer!"
For an answer, George began to twist his tongue around the jerking penis in a frenzy. He swallowed the head of his son's penis deeply into his throat and then sucked up the length of the shaft quickly. He was rewarded by a flood of thick, steaming semen that spewed forth into his mouth. Swallowing greedily and noisily, be gulped the fluids down, going back for more. Larry beat up and down his father's penis in a tight vise made by his eager fingers. He felt his father's organ jerk and knew from his own experience that it was going to erupt. "You too, Dad!" he squealed in delight. "You're coming… too!"
The thick, white liquid spurted out, falling back to coat Larry's pumping hand with sticky substance. Larry jerked furiously, wanted his father to have a nice orgasm, then maybe he would suck him again.