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"Damn!" he gasped. "I'll make it yet!"
The farm lands gradually changed to a patchwork quilt of meadows, cornfields, and low thickets. He passed small herds of grazing cattle and then came to a wide, unpaved road.
I'm going to make it! Holmes thought, swearing at those pursuing him. He stumbled over some baked, reddish-brown ruts in the cracked road and cursed again. He flailed half-heartedly at the flies swarming around him. He tripped again and fell heavily, groaning for a moment on the hot earth, his ears ringing and his eyes burning with dust. He felt his palm blister where it rested on a stone.
He stood and glared at the land, then staggered onward, looking for a place to rest for the night.
Jane Lasky was still, even in her late thirties, embarrassed by her mammoth tits. Even her nipples were larger than average, and she remembered how, as a teenager, she loved to have them sucked. It made her so horny she'd go to the nearest restroom and jerk off. She'd sit on the toilet, spread her plump white thighs, and wriggle a fingertip up her tight pussyhole. Usually, she flushed the toilet to muffle the sounds of her orgasm.
Later, when Jane discovered the kinky fun to be had watching a boy masturbate, she made her dates pull out their pricks and jerk off beside her while they were in the car. When they did, she slid her hands up her skirt and rubbed her pussy through her soaked panties. Most of her boyfriends were hesitant about showing her their peckers, and they were embarrassed about fucking their fists, but they did it because she was so pretty and because she had the largest tits in town.
Most of the time, her dates shot off in some Kleenex or their handkerchiefs, but her last boyfriend, a senior in high school, always let his jism squirt high in the air. Sometimes Jane came just from watching his thick, pearly cum-globs splash on his bare belly. Once, some of his jism landed on her leg, and she'd been surprised by how hot and sticky it was. When he wasn't looking, she fingered it, delighting in its thick slipperiness.
On their very next date Jane suggested how much more he might enjoy it if she fisted his prick, and he was quick to agree. Jane tried to aim his squirting pecker so that most of his cum landed on her bared, wobbling tits. She pretended to be shocked and disgusted, but it was a treat she never forgot.
Even later, in college, Jane never went all the way. Of course, she'd graduated into allowing her dates to play with her pussy and even, after some coaxing, to suck her cunt, but she never allowed them to fuck her. The closest she came to getting her cherry busted was when she got drunk at a New Year's Eve party. Some guy she'd never met before talked her into trying something new--sliding his prick through the crack of her ass.
All Jane remembered of that night was how hot his cock felt as it rested between her trembling ass cheeks. She flexed her muscles involuntarily as he pushed back and forth, and accidentally discovered the cheek-squeeze. And it was lucky for her that she did. Her new boyfriend had been about to ram his cock in her tight cunt-hole when her tightening buns brought him off. His cum was so fantastic that most of his jism landed just below Jane's shoulders. It was hot and gooey as it ran down her back, and she loved it.
She was more careful about the men she dated after that, and continued to limit both them and herself to mutual masturbation. Usually the man went down on her first, but she never returned the favor. There were three reasons for this. First, Jane saw no reason to suspect that placing a cock in her mouth would excite her in any way; second, she had no wish to be known, as some of her friends were, as a cock-sucker. And, lastly, she thought that it might be nice to honestly tell her future husband that his was the first prick she'd ever sucked.
Snapping out of her reverie, Jane opened her eyes and pushed her covers down. Morning again! How many did that make in nine years? she wondered. She stood up and stretched, then pulled off her nightie and began her exercises.
"Ummmmm," she said approvingly, watching her naked body in the mirror over her dresser.
She rotated her dusky belly and wide hips and thrust her shoulders forward. Her huge, pear-shaped tits with their large, reddish-brown nipples hung and swung wildly. Jane began to breathe heavily, her sexy, full-lipped mouth open as she danced and turned. She watched over her shoulder as her halved, plump-cheeked buttocks quivered firmly, and she smiled.
"Oh, yes," she whispered, turning again and sucking in her gently rounded belly to emphasize the thrust of her heavily haired snatch. Her plump thighs, now slick with sweat and some spilled pussy juice, trembled as she moved.
Jane couldn't take any more. Watching her reflection, she began to fondle herself, her palms cupping and lifting her extremely large, heavy tits as she bent to kiss them.
Then she dropped one tit and watched it jiggle before sliding her fingers down past her belly to press and wiggle through her thick brown pubic curls. Jane's fingers spread the silky hairs and rubbed her fat, pink cuntlips. Her legs trembled and grew rubbery as she started to cum.
"Huhh-h-h-h-h," she panted, clenching her teeth to hold the noise down. She didn't want Danny or Mary to hear her and grow curious.
A few minutes later she was wiping her fingers with a tissue and gathering her clothes. She put on her robe and checked the hall. She knew Danny sometimes tried to catch her when she was dressing, but she blamed that on their living so far from other kids his age. There were no girls nearby for him to date or even play doctor in the bushes with, she thought, remembering her own youth.
Still, it made Jane uncomfortable to think of Danny getting a hard-on from peeking at his own mother. She'd often seen her teenaged son's cock bulging the crotch of his tight jeans, and she was sure his prick was larger than average. The thought of him fisting that fat cock while dreaming of her body made her feel tense and guilty, and she hurried to the bathroom for her morning shower.
Unknown to Jane, Danny was lurking out of sight in the spare room. The door was open just a crack, so he could see when his mother passed by on the way to the bathroom. When she'd closed the door, he tiptoed out and knelt and pressed his eye to the keyhole while holding his breath.
Wow! The boy's eyes opened wide as he watched his sexy mother disrobe. Her back was to him, and his horny gaze burned her ass into his memory. He stared at her deep, tight ass crack as if he were wishing for X-ray vision, and felt his throat go dry.
Jane's full, quivering cheeks dimpled sexily as she took a few steps near the tub and turned on the shower. She adjusted the taps until the temperature was just right, then stepped under the spray.
Danny's eyes bulged. This was the most he'd ever seen! She was turning under the shower, showing him her mammoth, swinging tits with streams of water cascading off them. He watched her cup and lift one, then use the other hand to thoroughly soap and massage it. Danny gripped his prick in his hand.
Then the boy's gaze dropped to his mother's heavy patch of pubic hair. It was matted, now, pressed flat by the water, and some of it hung limply between her thighs. He watched as she bent over, one foot on the edge of the tub, and washed from her foot to her calf, and then from her thigh to her crotch.
"Jeez," Danny breathed as his mother's fingers busied themselves in her cunt. Even with all her brown curls, and the white suds, he could see flashes of pink, and those glimpses were blowing his mind.
Then Jane reversed her legs and washed the other. Again, she soaped her lathered beaver, and again Danny watched as her fingers scrubbed and delved. It seemed to him that she was washing her pussy oftener and longer than any other part of her body. But he couldn't blame her. If it was his to wash, he'd take all day doing it!
After a while, Danny noticed that his mother was spreading her legs wider as she scrubbed her crotch. And her ass was beginning to move in little circling, hunching movements. And she was squatting just a bit, too! Then he saw two stiff fingers push into the hair and lather. He heard his mother groan, and he knew that her fingers were inside her cunt hole!
The fingers reappeared, then stabbed back in, faster and faster, and Jane's plump buns jiggled. They were milk white, like her tits, but the rest of her body was tanned a dusky brown. The sight reminded Danny of the time he and his Aunt Judy were at the beach. She'd worn a bikini, and her dazzling white tits looked ready to pop from her top. As she walked around and played tag, her tight bottoms pulled up, exposing quite a bit of the lower curves of her beautiful ass. Danny must have jerked off a thousand times dreaming of his aunt's jiggling, oil-coated ass cheeks.
Jane moaned loudly, and he saw her plump buns clench a few times as she kept her fingers inside her cunt. He'd never thought about his own mother having the same kind of urges he had, and it made him look at her in a new light. The sound of her cumming was like nothing he'd ever heard, and it made him grip his cock so hard it hurt. But he didn't want to take the chance of jerking off in the hall. He hadn't brought any tissues, and he knew he wouldn't be able to catch all of his cum in the palm of his hand. There would be just too much. Besides, Mary might catch him.
Jane shuddered through the last pleasant tremors of her second cum that morning and rinsed under the shower. Then she stepped from the tub and toweled herself dry. Danny watched as his mother's enormous tits wobbled and swung with her vigorous drying, then he caught his breath as she ran the edge of the towel through the deep crack of her ass. Her plump, shaking ass cheeks seemed to clench at the towel, and he wondered if the rough nap was tickling her bung.
It was the first time Danny had even thought about his mother's asshole, and he felt a bit guilty since that part of the body was supposed to be dirty, not exciting. But he couldn't help feeling excitement at the thought of her damp, naked asshole. Would it be small and wrinkled, or pouting and smooth? And would she have any hair around it?
Then Jane began to dress, and Danny lingered until her tits and ass disappeared. When all of his mother's goodies were out of sight, he went back to his room. She'd be fixing breakfast soon, so he took off his pajamas and started to dress. His balls ached and he wanted to get outside and jerk off in the bushes as soon as possible. He grinned as he thought of how many times he'd watered his mother's flowerbed with his jism. But he usually did that at night, after everyone was in bed. He'd open his window, stick out his cock, and let his cum fly into the darkness. Sometimes he imagined some lost hiker--a girl--wandering by as his jism flew through the air, and opening her mouth to yawn just in time to catch a big, sticky glob.
But that was only one of his daydreams. He had hundreds, and most involved his mother and his aunt. The smell of bacon and eggs filtered through to his mind, and he slapped his cock down and trotted to the kitchen. His younger sister Mary was already at the table, hungrily wolfing down the food, and Danny patted the top of her head as he passed.
"Cut it out," she said, then went back to eating.
Danny let his eyes wander up and down his mother's body while her back was turned. He could see the fullness of her asscheeks through her skirt, and his face turned red as he remembered how her ass had looked naked. He forced himself to eat. His eyes kept returning to her huge, thrusting tits as she sat across from him.
Mary finished first and was excused. She took some scraps with her to give to Blackie, their German shepherd. He watched his sister leave. She was a year younger than he was, and she faintly resembled their mother. But Danny considered her a pain in the ass. Oh, she was all right as sisters go, but she was always in the way, and he could never be sure when she might be sneaking around, catching him jerking off or spying on their mother.
A few minutes later Danny left and Jane gathered up the dishes and began washing them. Her thoughts returned to the morning's shower, when she had masturbated for the second time in less than eighteen minutes. It worried her. Was she getting hornier? She began to think about finding some man and getting married again, but after nine years of being on her own, she wasn't sure she could adjust to it.
Jane knew she was the object of lust of what few men lived in a twenty-mile radius. Including Danny, she thought wryly. But how could she blame them or him? Her extremely large tits, jutting proudly from her chest, hung only slightly, and Jane knew she'd be just as popular if there were a hundred women living nearby. She pressed her taut stomach against the sink as her fat-lipped cunt began to swell and throb.
Damn! she thought, damp again! She knew she was a very sexual woman. Just looking at herself in the mirror, standing sideways and seeing how her pubic hair protruded, made her horny. More and more her thoughts seemed to dwell on having a hard cock stirring her cunt into orgasm again.
She craved love and affection, yes, but most of all she craved a good screwing. Mary and Danny were her outlet for love, but was tired of fingers in her lonely bed. She decided to phone Judy later and have a serious discussion about her future.
Outside the Lasky house, Mary squealed, and Danny hurried to his sister's side.
"What's the matter?" he asked, pushing Blackie aside. The dog was sniffing Mary's legs and yipping playfully.
"Oh, just his old cold nose," Mary complained. "He got behind me and pushed it against my leg and it felt like an ice cube!"
She turned to leave when the dog shoved his big head under her skirt and prodded the bottom of her ass with his wet nose.
"Eeek," Mary squealed again, then giggled and rubbed herself through her skirt. The sudden contact had startled her, but she knew it was her own fault for not wearing panties. As she jumped away, Blackie thought she was playing and he tried to worm his snout under her skirt.
Danny watched, then pulled the dog away. "You must smell like dog food," he teased.
Mary turned angrily and just then Blackie lunged and broke from Danny's grip.
"Yow," Mary cried, rubbing herself again. "He nipped me!"
She backed away a few yards and Danny followed. "Gee, he didn't leave a mark, did he?" she asked, lifting her skirt to her waist and sticking out her cute ass. She looked at it over her shoulder, then looked sideways at Danny.
"Wow, what an ass, Sis!" Danny breathed, admiring her tight, quivering, snow-white cheeks. "Are you askin' for what I think?"
Mary didn't answer, but she kept her skirt up and breathed harder. She knew what she was doing was dangerous, but she was feeling awfully horny these days, and she was curious, like all young girls, about what boys are like. And Danny was the nearest boy.
Danny walked around his sister until he could see her pussy.
Mary's face burned as she let her older brother look at her bare snatch. She saw him open his pants and pull out his prick. It was the first she'd seen, and it fascinated her. She licked her lips as his apple-headed cock swelled and darkened in his gripping fist. His fingertips just missed touching the tip of his thumb as he held the long shaft, and Mary couldn't believe that something that size was supposed to fit inside a girl's pussyhole.
"What's the matter?" Danny teased when he saw his little sister's eyes grow wide. "Haven't you seen a cock, before?"
"N-no," she admitted. "Haven't you seen a ... a pussy before?"
"Yeah, once," Danny said, going on his knees and staring closely at his sister's cunt.
"Whose?" Mary demanded. "C'mon, tell me who! I won't tell, honest!"
"I saw Mom's, when she was taking a shower."
"You didn't!" Mary said, shocked at the thought.
"I sure did, and she's got a lot more hair than you on her pussy." He grinned. "She's got a lot of bigger things."
"Yeah," Mary giggled. "I know."
Danny was only six inches from the brown fuzz of her beginning pubic hair, now, and he could smell the sexy, musky smell of his sister's hot pussy. Her mound was plump and high, and her pudgy, protruding pink lips were tightly closed.
"Can I touch it?" he asked, his hand already lifting.
"Ohhhhh, I don't think you'd better," Mary whispered, parting her legs slightly as Danny's palms cupped her hot crotch and rubbed in slow circles.
"Oh, stop, don't!" Mary groaned, trembling. Her ass tightened as she pushed her pussy toward his hand.
"It feels great," Danny said, lifting his other hand. His cock bobbed in the air, stiff and wet-tipped.
"Aghh, no-o-o!" Mary wailed as her brother's fingers parted her itching, burning folds. He pulled them wide apart, making her clitty poke out boldly. Her little hole stretched open, too, and warm juice trickled from it. Her whole pussy looked watery and smelled wonderful.
"Jeez!" Danny breathed, "Look at that..." Then he squished her pudgy, slippery pink folds back and forth and around her twitching clitty.