Mom’s First Gangbang - Tina Zandar - ebook
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DESCRIPTION: Youthful, sex-starved widow Jessica and her sister, on vacation, are subjected to an impromptu gangbang by four youths that not only exposes shame-inducing lust for her own son, but also fans the flames of romantic feelings toward her barely legal nephew. Eventually the women's sexual needs require trading sons. Observing the mothers' fulfillment, their daughters demand equal access to the boys to satisfy their own emerging sexuality. EXCERPT: "May I kiss it?" "What?" "Your pussy." "No biting," she warned. "I promise. No biting." With that, Julia opened her legs and watched, with some trepidation, as her brother crouched above her very available twat. "Oh! God!" the girl exclaimed at the touch of his lips. That was followed by increasingly fervent sighs, and soft moans of appreciation until, "Oh!" when his tongue slipped inter her crack. "Shit! she half, shrieked, the result of the tip of his tongue awakening her dormant clit. "What?" Brad asked, raising his head to meet her startled gaze. "Haven't any of your boyfriends licked your clit before?" "No! Never!" "Want me to stop?" "In a minute," she responded. But within minutes the air was filled with Julia's cries of sweet anguish. Then the three words Brand was waiting for. "Fuck me, Honey..." While eating his sister's virgin pussy he had managed to discard his swimming trunks, and now he was bringing his swollen tool into position. "Yes!" she gasped as the head touched the sodden entrance to her cunt. It wasn't going to be that simple, though. Julia raised her hips and tilted her pelvis, in order to receive his prod. "Do it, Brad! Put it to me!" The boy wrapped his fingers around the shaft and pressed harder. "Yes, yes, like that!" "I don't want to hurt you..." "I don't care. Push harder. I want it..." The hymen blocking admission to her virgin cunt resisted being broken. Breathing hard and clearly distressed, Julia begged, "Use your fingers, Brad. Break it!" Julia had obviously paid attention during Girls' Health Ed class and knew exactly what the problem was. Dutifully, Bread reached down to explore the folds of his young sister's womanhood. "There! There!" she commanded. Then: "Yes, there, break it!" For several minutes the boy's fingers poked and prodded until, at last, the girl uttered a sharp cry. Brad brought his hand into view, noting the bloodstained middle finger. "I think we solved that problem," he told his sister. "God, I hope so! she exclaimed. "Try again. Hurry!" (Later she would admit to a girlfriend how embarrassing it was to actually have to beg her brother for cock.) "Tell me if it hurts too much," he said. "Okay, I will. Am I wet enough?" "As far as I can tell..." Once again he attempted to drive his pecker into the readily available cunt.

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by Tina Zandar

Published by Lot’s Cave

Mom’s First Gangbang, © 2018, by Tina Zandar

Cover by Morgaine Wrightman

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All Characters In This Book Are Age 18 Or Older

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This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are either a product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual people living or dead, events or locales is entirely coincidental.

A Lot’s Cave Novel

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CONTENTS

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Epilogue

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Author’s Note

Family Exotica

Incest Erotica

Other Novels

Chapter 1

Nothing makes a forty-year-old woman (secretly) happier than having four testosterone-ravaged teenage boys forever ogling her ass and making every attempt to look down the front of her blouse. And, if the circumstances are propitious, look up her skirt.

That was my (and my sister's) situation as we spent two August weeks at one of the rustic rental properties I managed for people who were so busy making millions in the city that they rarely had time to vacation out in the beautiful foothills of the Rockies.

I'd somehow never noticed what my son was up to until Julia, my exasperated teenaged daughter, said, "Mom, get real! That's what guys do! They want to see real tits; they want to see if you are wearing underwear."

"Even Adam, my own son?"

"It doesn't matter if you're his mom. Tits are tits, regardless of who owns them. Same with my boobs. I like it when guys look at them and imagine what it would be like to suck on them."

I made a face. Julie smiled, as she continued: "But I got my brother to quit gawking…"

"Huh?"

"Last summer. He and I were alone, out by the pool. I got tired of him forever staring at my tits. I got him to promise he'd never look at them again if I bared them for a minute."

"You didn't," I gasped.

My daughter shrugged. "It was no big deal…"

Only much later did I learn the whole truth of what happened out by the pool that day.

His eyes riveted to his sister's uncovered jugs, Julie had asked Adam, "What do you think?"

"They -- They're beautiful!" the boy had blurted.

"Thank you. I try to take care of them."

"May I touch one?" he had asked.

"You only have a minute, you know…"

But a surprised Julia lost track of time as she looked down to see a nipple swelling as her brother's fingers gently teased the dark, speckled areola surrounding it.

When the girl failed to push his hand away, Adam asked, "May I kiss it?"

Julia nodded, absently, her senses short-circuited by the sensation of her brother's fingers bringing the bud to full attention.

"Oh…!" she breathed when Brad's lips devoured the bud.

But kissing wasn't enough.

"Oh, Adam…" the girl moaned when he began sucking. "Oh God…"

Her hand had settled on the back of his head.

"Oh! Yes!" When he switched to the other nip, also swollen.

There was a sharp intake of breath by the girl when his hand settled on a thigh.

The wet nip was abandoned when Adam decided it was time to kiss his sister on the lips.

Her eyes snapped open.

"Once more…?" he whispered.

"Just once." Her eyes remained open, her lips slightly parted when he again kissed her mouth.

The yielding, softness of her lips made him linger. Then his tongue had slowly ventured past her teeth.

"Ohhhhh" she sighed.

He didn't know whether she was reacting to his tongue beginning to spar with hers, or because his hand had begun to caress the inner side of a thigh.

Against his lips she whispered, "Are you going to fuck me, Bro?"

"Do you want me to fuck you?"

"Will it hurt?" she asked.

"Not much…"

"Have you fucked many girls?"

He nodded. "A few."

"Delores?"

"A guy isn't supposed to talk about girls he's had."

“You won’t boast about deflowering me?”

“Never! I promise.”

"Delores really likes you."

"You think she’d let me fuck her?"

"I'm pretty sure she would."

"You mind if I take off your bottom?"

Julia lifted her ass off the grass as the boy pulled the garment off.

"Jeez, Sis, you're shaved!"

"You like it?"

"Nice…" he said, running an index finger from her belly button down to the beginning of her bare slit.

"May I kiss it?"

"What?"

"Your pussy."

"No biting," she warned.

"I promise. No biting."

With that, Julia opened her legs and watched, with some trepidation, as her brother crouched above her very available twat.

"Oh! God!" the girl exclaimed at the touch of his lips. That was followed with increasingly fervent sighs, and then soft moans of appreciation until, "Oh!" when his tongue slipped into her crack.

"Shit!" she half shrieked, the result of the tip of his tongue awakening her dormant clit.

"What?" Brad asked, raising his head to meet her startled gaze. "Haven't any of your boyfriends licked your clit before?"

"No! Never!"

"Want me to stop?"

"In a minute," she responded.

But within minutes the air was filled with Julia's cries of sweet anguish.

Then the three words that Brad was waiting for. "Fuck me, Honey…"

While eating his sister's virgin pussy he had managed to discard his swimming trunks, and now he was bringing his swollen tool into position.

"Yes!" she gasped at the head touch the sodden entrance to her cunt.

It wasn't going to be that simple, though.

Julia raised her hips and tilted her pelvis, in order to receive his prod.

"Do it Brad! Put it to me!"

The boy wrapped his finger around the shaft and pressed harder.

"Yes, yes, like that!"

"I don't want to hurt you…"

"I don't care. Push harder. I want it…"

The hymen blocking admission to her virgin cunt resisted being broken.

Breathing hard and clearly distressed, Julia begged, "Use your fingers, Brad. Break it!"

Julia had obviously paid attention during Girls' Health Ed class and knew exactly what the problem was.

Dutifully, Brad reached down to explore the folds of his young sister's womanhood.

"There! There!" she commanded. Then: "Yes, there, break it!"

For several minutes the boy's fingers poked and prodded until, at last, the girl uttered a sharp cry.

Brad brought his hand into view, noting the bloodstained middle finger.

"I think we solved that problem," he told his sister.

"God, I hope so!" she exclaimed. "Try again. Hurry," (Later she would admit to a girlfriend how embarrassing it was to actually have to beg her brother for cock.)

"Tell me if it hurts too much."

"Okay, I will. Am I wet enough?"

"As far as I can tell…"

Once again he attempted to drive his pecker into the readily available cunt.

After several minutes of effort, punctuated by heavy, anxious breathing by both siblings, Julia whispered, "There! It's in!"

"It doesn't hurt?"

She smiled up at him. "Not a bit."

"That's just the head."

"Give me more…"

He slowly, gently pushed.

"Yes, more! Oh, Jesus!”

When, at last, all eight inches of young prick had disappeared into the recently virgin, shaved pussy, Julia's eyes opened wide.

"Jeez, Honey… Jeez, I'm coming…"

Surprised at how quickly she was blasting off, Adam paused to watch his partner thrash around under him, all the time verbally expressing her joy at being fucked into adulthood.

It wasn't until at least five or six minutes had passed, and she had control of her breathing that Julia whispered into her brother's ear, "Did you come, too?"

"Not yet."

An expression of alarm passed over her features. "Why not? Am I supposed to do something more?"

"No. You were special. I wanted you to come the first time…"

"So? What -- ?"

But her query was interrupted by Adam beginning to seriously stroke his meat back and force within her tube.

"Oh, shit!" the girl gasped.

"What?"

"That feels sooo good… Don't stop… Don't stop…"

Once again he felt her legs frantically scissor him; felt her arms try to draw him even closer; and bit back a cry of pain as her teeth sunk into the flesh of his shoulder.

Even amid the throes of an excruciating orgasm, Julia managed a small, gratifying smile when she heard a deep masculine grunt and felt his prick spasm deep within her body.

Julia was the first to speak, after their breathing had normalized. "God, Adam, what have I done?"

Her fingers busily began to try to erase the deep teeth marks near his neck.

"Am I bleeding?"

"Does it hurt?"

"Only when I smile."

She punched his arm. "It's not funny! What are you going to tell Mom?"

"The truth, I guess," he responded, a big grin on his face.

She squinted at him. "I'll tell her you raped me. Threw me down on the ground and ripped off my swimsuit before having your way with me."

He kissed her on the mouth. She responded.

"Seriously Adam…"

"I'll cover it with a Band Aid and say I was stung by a bee or something."

"It still feels so good…"

She clenched her cuntal muscles.

"Make it hard, Sis…"

"I'm trying…"

I no time his cock was stiff enough to once again satisfy his sister.

Relaxing after her second orgasm Julia thought about her own friends’ ‘First Time’: Pam Jones had to convince a cousin he wouldn’t go to prison for life if he shagged her, even if he was stealing her virginity. Amie Dawson and her brother – both their first time – did it in the back seat of the family car parked in the driveway of their home. (Amie later cursed her brother for letting some cum stain the upholstery. She’d had to take an hour to remove the stain.)

Janice Brown and her mother had been gang-raped by a group of Gypsy men while touring Italy. Mrs. Brown had agreed to fuck them all twice if they spared Janice, but the leader, Karlos, was determined to take Janice’s cherry when he learned she was a virgin. What really bothered mother and daughter was that a half-dozen Gypsy women stood around and dispassionately watched the multiple rapes. (Mrs. Brown was knocked up, but terminated the pregnancy when they returned to Denver.)

Chapter 2

But I didn't learn of my children's forbidden coupling until much later. That is, after my own somewhat unorthodox experience.

My sister Nan and I had arrived at the chalet overlooking Lake Webster on an warm August Sunday afternoon accompanied by our own sons and two friends they'd brought from an athletic camp they’d all attended, Clarence ‘Aussie’ from Australia, and Percy, a muscular black youth from Bermuda, his ancestors having been brought to the colony as slaves several hundred years ago.

The four youths had enjoyed swimming in the pool, although, heated only by the sun, it was too cold for Nan and me. Nevertheless the weather was warm enough that she and I were able to absorb a few rays lying beside the pool reading and dozing. I was soon reminded of youthful male interest in any female skin in the vicinity. Even my own son and my nephew seemed to spend an inordinate amount of time ogling us, dressed as we were in shorts and halter tops. Their friends were even bolder, finding reasons to enjoy the view of two scantily clad mature women.

Did the boys find me attractive? Five feet, ten inches tall; long black hair with only a few grey strands; pleasant, if not beautiful features; and a more than generous rack.

I think Nan appreciated the fact that her husband, Henry was busy, away in Chicago. I'd been a widow for five years, ever since Ben was killed in a stupid automobile crash.

Percy, with his delightful British accent, made sure that we women were frequently supplied with fresh beverages and snacks. I didn't mind that much that he always seemed to be out of the pool and nearby any time either Nan or I shifted our positions, and in doing so exposed previously hidden flesh.

Later, standing at the kitchen counter, preparing supper, Nan asked, sotto voce, "What do you think it would be like to ball Percy? You think he knows any special tricks or positions…? How well hung could he be…?"

I shook my head. "Jeez, Nan, remember, you're going to have to confess impure thoughts like that. What will Father O'Grady think?"

"He has a mistress, so he knows all about the birds and the bees."

"He does?"

"Sure. That McDonald woman; the chairwoman of the Altar Society."

"But she's so much younger than Father."

"So? Isn't he entitled to a young girlfriend? Isn't that one of the perks of being a priest? Young pussy?"

I rolled my eyes. I should never get into discussions involving sex with Nan. Over the years I've learned that my sister has a very liberal view of marital fidelity. I knew for a fact that when she married Henry she was also involved in a hot and heavy relationship with a young cousin, our mother's sister's son. It didn't help any that Bernard, Nan’s son, resembled the cousin a lot more than he looked like her husband, Henry.

Subsequently, every two or three years Beth acquired a new lover. Invariably, they were of an age that meant she was very close to going to prison for robbing the cradle. I was ambivalent or semi-disgusted or outright jealous and envious regarding her adventures. In recent years, probably envious, mostly. Since Ben's death I hadn't even dated, let alone fucked anyone. I was especially envious early in her affairs, when she could hardly suppress her happiness and sexual satisfaction. (And graphic descriptions of their frolicking.)

As the youths grabassed around the pool I tried to suppress my own shameful demons. As everyone knows, there are phases or stages of falling in love. I was in an early stage, dominated with fascination, fear of discovery, and emotional warmth when I admitted to the attraction.

The problem was that the object of my fantasies was my teenaged nephew, Bernard, a tall handsome youth with deep-set brown eyes, a wide sensuous mouth, a U.S. Marine Corps haircut, and an Olympic level swimmer’s physique.

I could barely take my eyes off of him. Could he sense my obsession?

Late that Sunday evening the boys let down the stairs that led to the trapdoor entrance to the attic and commenced hauling up their sleeping bags and sports gear. Nan and I also climbed into the unlighted space to make sure it wasn't overrun with rodents or otherwise uninhabitable for our sons and their friends.

On our hands and knees, Nan and I set about opening out the sleeping bags, for the boys had quickly determined that it was currently too warm in the attic to be actually inside a bag.

At some point I was in one of corners spreading out someone's bag when a gust of wind or somebody's errant foot caught the trapdoor, causing it to fall, instantly plunging the space into total darkness. As the house was out in the country there were no streetlights to provide even a glimmer of illumination through the louvers at each end of the house.

Concurrent with the darkness there was the unmistakable sound of Nan failing to suppress a giggle followed by several urgent scolds. And a quick intake of breath and another giggle.

What followed were events that would change my life forever.

Attention to my sister was rudely interrupted by two hands beginning to caress my ass.

"Oh!" I blurted.

My subsequent careful analysis of those moments led me to conclude that multiple sensations combined to prevent a rational reaction on my part. First, no hands had caressed my ass for five years; secondly, I was absurdly turned on by the almost certain knowledge that my sister was about to be fucked; third, and finally, I was impacted by a hugely strong sense of Deja