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movements of her hips that increased the pleasure for both of them. Her cunt seemed to clutch at his
dick with every thrust 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 bone inside her, by the delicious feeling in her clit every time her
cunt-lips tugged at it.
"Make me come!" she yelled. "Make me come! I've got to come! Make me come!"
He couldn't stand waiting much longer himself, and he started to buck away inside her. Cock in cunt, he
banged away. Suddenly he felt his mother's spasms as she came in great heaves. It excited him so, that
he felt his cock shoot off in the hot, wet cave of her cunt. He was shooting, spurting, in the heaving cunt,
then trembling to a slowing pace. Finally they lay still in each other's arms. "That was quite a fuck!" Babs
gasped, as the spasms finally stopped tearing through her body.
"You're not kidding, Mom," he said. "A hell of a fuck!" They unlocked their bodies and got up. They
both seemed unsteady on their feet. They had both had such wild comes. "See what I meant about a
missionary fuck," Babs said. "A straight fuck is a great fuck." "But do you like it better than the others?"
her son asked, as a big gob of come dripped off the end of his cock.
"Who knows? They're all great."
"There are very few ways of fucking that aren't great," Dan interjected. "I was just wondering how my
daughter and I might fuck next."
No one had a chance to reply. There was a knock at the door. The four of them whirled in surprise. The
curtains were drawn, so no one could have seen them fucking each other.
"Who is it?" Babs asked nervously.
"Uncle Joe," sang out a rugged voice.
Dan started to giggle, while Babs 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, Babs. Can I come in?"
Everyone but Babs left the living room, and she hastily pulled her clothes on. When she opened the
door, she noticed her brother had gotten a little irritated waiting on the doorstep. She hoped he wouldn't
notice the strong smell of spunk and pussy fluid. His nose gave a little twitch, he glanced at the
mysteriously closed living room curtains, but he didn't say anything. In his years as a plumber he'd
learned there are strange people in the world, and he didn't worry about his own family. Babs blushed
when she saw her brother's nose twitch, but she also felt a tingle of excitement in her clit. Somehow, the
idea of her brother suspecting she'd just been fucked gave her a thrill. She couldn't resist saying to him,
as if by way of a joke, "Sorry to have kept you waiting, Joe. You see, we were having an orgy." He
looked at her through half-closed eyes and said, "I figured as much, Sis." She couldn't tell if he was
joking or serious. Her clit gave another twinge.
"H-how ... how are Cecilia and Farley?" she asked. Joe's daughter was the kissing cousin who'd chased
Ned into her arms, and his son was Ned's best friend.
"Whole family's fine," he shrugged. His wife had died years before. Upstairs, Nell and Dan lay on the
bed. "Why did you start giggling just then, Dad?" she asked.
"Babs wants him to fuck her."
"What a sense of humor," Nell said, frigging his cock a bit.
"Doesn't make you laugh, eh? Well, we'll see if this makes you laugh." He started to tickle the beautiful,
naked girl, while she squirmed on the bed and tried to get away from him. She was giggling wildly, and
of course the giggles were completely audible downstairs. Joe gave a glance in the direction of the
staircase, then shrugged his shoulders as if to say to himself: Why should I give a fuck what they do? He
and Babs went to the kitchen, where he announced the repair was a minor one that wouldn't take long.
She brought him a can of cold beer and he sipped it while working under the sink. Babs watched him,
and as she did so an impish idea came to her. She was curious to see just how far her brother's
imperturbability went.
She sat on top of the sink and chatted with the plumber. She also started to work the hem of her skirt up
her thigh, which was only inches from his face. He couldn't help seeing the creamy skin, and Babs knew
what magnificent thighs she had. He didn't seem to be paying much attention, just wrenched away at the
pipe.
This is getting to be a challenge, Babs thought. Almost all her thigh was exposed. There couldn't be
much doubt about her intentions, but Joe kept working away on the pipe. Maybe he has a Stillson
wrench instead of a prick, she said to herself, a bit peeved. "Joe," she said, "is that beer nice and cold?"
"Yup."
"Would you do me a favor?"
"What?"
"Use that cold can to cool my twat off a bit." She pulled her skirt the rest of the way up, exposing her
crotch. She had gotten dressed in such a hurry when he had appeared at the door she hadn't put her
panties on. She had just shoved them under the sofa. The result was that one of the pinkest, cutest cunts
that a guy could hope to see was staring uncle Joe in the face. That face remained completely
imperturbable. He reached his hand out and pressed the cold beer can against Babs's cunt. She gave a
little shudder of pleasure. That cold metal felt neat on her warm cunt-lips. "That feels so nice," she said,
"but I bet your tongue would feel even nicer. Would you like to lick my twat?" "Just wait till I get this
washer in," he said, continuing to work on the sink. First he finished the job, then he moved his head up
to her cunt. He began unzipping his pants too.
Babs spread her thighs farther apart, and said, "Would you like me to suck your prick while you lick my
twat?"
"Yup." She'd never done anything like this before with her brother - except for some "playing doctor" as
kids, and yet he swung right with it.
She got off the sink and lay on the floor. Joe got into the appropriate position, and started to lick her
lovely pussy. Flick! His tongue darted quickly across her cunt-lips and clit. Flick! Flick! Flick! Joe was
pretty good ... for a plumber. Babs wondered vaguely how many other women had offered to let him eat
them out in the course of his career of house calls. Had he fixed more sinks or cunts? Well, it was only
fair for her to repay in kind the nice attentions which he was giving her cunt. She started to kiss his prick,
beginning at the base and gradually working up the length of the shaft. Then, she slipped her mouth over
the knob and began to tease the piss-hole with her tongue. He had a big fat cock, like her husband's.
The more she saw, felt and licked it, the more it was like doing her old man. Babs figured that big
shlongs ran in the family.
She had given plenty of tongue jobs in her day, and as she well knew, a man is appreciative ... usually.
He may react by stroking her hair or breast, or if his hands are busy he might just moan softly to indicate
his approval. Joe was different, imperturbable as ever. Not that he wasn't doing a good job on her cunt.
It was obvious from the way he maneuvered that tongue of his in her feminine nooks and crannies that he
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