ride----part-1 thru-4-of-4

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It Started With A Ride

Part-1-of-4

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Amy, his mother's younger sister, arrived at the house bright and early on Saturday morning. "Hi squirt," she sang out. Zack didn't resent the slam; it was a nickname that she’d given him when he was born. At the time, she was six and thought the name was cute. They had always been closer than most nephews and aunts, with a typical little girl thought process she felt it was her duty to help take care of him.

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"Hi Amy," his mother and he said in unison.

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"What's up?" his mother added.
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"Don't you two remember, you promised to help me take some furniture out to the storage shed at Mom and Dad's farm? Actually,” she added, “Didn't you have some too, Carla?"
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"Oh crap, I completely forgot. Oh well, I don’t guess that it really matters because it's all separated in the back bedroom." She turned to her son, she asked, "Can you help, Zack?"
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"Yeah," he said. "I've got nothing planned for the day. Royce’s out of town and Greg is sick in bed, so there's no one to hang out with."
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As husky as Zack was, it was still a lot of work to load the bed, chest and boxes from his aunt’s house and from his own into the pickup. Finally after two hours they were ready to go. Zack covered the load, because it looked like rain. He even had to move a couple of the boxes to the seat next to Amy.
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"You're going to have to sit on Zack's lap," Amy told Carla, "Otherwise there won't be enough room."
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"That’ll be alright, won't it Zack?" asked his mother.
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"Well as long as you don't weigh a ton and take up the whole side of the truck," he laughed.
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"I'll have you know I weigh 135 pounds, young man, and I'm only 5-foot 3, not 6-foot 3." She was grinning when she said it, but there was more than a little bit of pride in her voice. At 36, his mother had the body and looks of a high school senior. Although few high school girls had 36C breasts that were full, firm and had such prominent nipples, plus a number ten ass. Calling his attention to her body was not the best thing she could have done.
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He settled himself in the seat and then she climbed in, and placing her feet between his, she lowered herself into his lap. She was wearing a thin summer dress and he had seen only a bikini panty line and bra under it. As soon as she was in place he immediately felt the heat from her body flow into his crotch area. He turned his mind to the road ahead. Amy put it in gear and pulled away, and moments later they were on the country road heading to the farm, twenty miles away.
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The road was under construction for more than five miles so the truck bounced with a steady rhythm as it rolled along the ridges left by the road grader.
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As they traveled down the road Amy and his mother kept up a constant chatter about girl things, leaving Zack with his own thoughts. In time, he became aware of the rhythmic bouncing and the heat emanating from his mother's ass as it pressed against his crotch. Suddenly, to his horror, his cock began to respond to the movement. He felt the first stirrings of an erection. He tried to think of other things, but the more he tried thinking of other things, the more he thought of his cock. Gradually, his cock became firmer and began to rise, until it was wedged between the ass cheeks that were pressing down on it. This pressure only succeeded in causing it to become more rigid, until it was like a bar of steel. He could feel the crack between his mother's legs, and finally, her pussy, as the rigid shaft forced itself against the spread cheeks of her ass.
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There was no doubt that she could feel his hard cock against her pussy, but she gave no indication that she was aware of his predicament.
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Carla at first ignored the hard shaft pushing against her ass. Then without thinking, she adjusted herself slightly so that the pressure switched directly to her pussy. In the beginning, she was irritated that her own son would get an erection from her sitting on his lap, but the more she thought about it, the funnier it became. What a waste of a good erection she thought, getting rigid for your mother. Carla almost laughed out loud as the bouncing truck caused her son’s hard cock to slip up and down the lips of her pussy. Then a sudden bump drove his cock head against her enough force to drive her panties and thin dress up between her lips for just a split second.
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Thinking about it a couple of minutes later, Carla knew that technically, for that split second, her son's cock had been in her pussy even if it had only been the very tip. And true, her panties and dress had covered true the tip, but was that any different then it being covered by a condom? Though she’d certainly never considered her son a sexual being, or partner before, the thought was so erotic, that her pussy flooded with moisture. She was happily married, and although her husband had had a stroke three months earlier and the doctor had suggested no sex for a period of six months, she was far from sexually frustrated. Her husband's fingers and her vibrator had been providing all the sex that she needed.

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The bouncing cock rubbing against her pussy over the miles slowly demanded her full attention. She couldn't help but squeeze her ass cheeks together, to try to close her exposure, but it had the opposite affect. It reminded her that an 18-year old cock was thrusting itself against the lips of her wet pussy. Carla felt what she thought was an answering thrust from Zack's cock to her discrete movements. Why that little brat, she thought, he is coming on to me by flexing his cock against me. But instead of getting angry, she actually responded by again pushing back against his rising cock. Minutes later, they whipped into the drive at the farm, and Carla breathed a sigh of relief. She had been dangerously close to starting something that could have ruined both their lives.
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The road got a little rougher and the motion of the truck added a side-to-side sway to the jogging motion. Zack would have sworn the heat coming from her thighs and ass increased more and more. It couldn't have been more like fucking if they had been in a bed. Just when he was about to blow his load all over her ass, they turned into the farm driveway and the truck rolled to a stop.
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"There," said Amy, "that wasn't so bad, was it?"
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"I thought it worked out perfect," his mother said. Then she turned on his lap, grinding her ass even harder against his hard cock, and slowly slid out of the truck. As she dropped to the ground, her dress slid up until her panties were peeking from underneath. "I don't think Zack minded a bit. Did you honey?" she said as she turned towards him and winked.
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He couldn't believe what she had said. "Ah, no, I agree with you, it was just perfect,” he stammered. “The time just flew by.”

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"Great," Amy said. "Why don't we go in and see where Dad wants all this stuff put.
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"Zack," his mom said, "why don't you stay out here and, ah, maybe untie the covering.” Then as her eyes flicked down to his crotch and back up to his face, added, “You know get things settled down." He blushed, when he realized his erection was standing out tent like from the front of his shorts.
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"Okay, I'll . . . I'll get things ready to carry in," he stammered.

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She grinned and then walked around the truck to join Amy on her way to the house.
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Within twenty minutes, the truck was unloaded and the extra furniture was moved in the house, and they were ready to start home. But as usual when they visited grandma, she insisted that they take some home-canned fruit home with them, so they ended up with three large cardboard boxes of fruit. Just as they were loading them, it began to rain so Grandpa suggested we put the boxes in the truck to keep the cardboard from getting wet and falling apart. Again there were boxes taking up the middle of the truck seat so Carla had to ride on Zack's lap again.
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Like before, within a short distance, Zack's cock was stiff again and rubbing her pussy. There was little doubt that he knew it was exciting her. If her panties hadn't slipped into her crack, and began rubbing her clit each time the truck bounced his cock against her, she would have been able to keep herself under control. Actually, Carla accidentally made the first thrust. Although later she was to wonder if it had been all that much of an accident. Her leg was falling asleep because of the odd angle she was holding it so she raised her foot slightly to move it. The resulting loss of support for her ass allowed it to rest heavier on her son's cock. When he pushed back in response, she was unable to keep her wet pussy from answering the hard cock tapping at its portal.

The trip home was slower due to the rain, but just as rough, and within the first mile his hard-on was back in full force. His mom adjusted her ass so his rigid cock fit exactly between her legs and his cock was thrust tightly against her pussy. It was hard to tell, but after a few rough jolts, Zack felt what appeared to be a soft downward push from his mom's ass. He waited for a moment then was sure he felt another push. He was afraid to return the push, for fear he was imagining things, doing a lot of wishful thinking. Then it happened again and there was little doubt his mom was pushing her pussy against his throbbing erection. In answer he flexed his cock.
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He knew the movement would be so minor she would barely feel it, but if she had pushed, it would be enough. If she hadn't it wasn't so strong that it would feel like he was trying to fuck her if he had guessed wrong. Instantly he felt an answering push. He answered with a strong thrust toward her pussy. Her response was immediate, and within seconds they were dry fucking. The boxes stacked between his aunt and his mother him prevented her from seeing anything but their heads and shoulders, so they were keeping their thrusting below their waists. Zack first placed his hands on his mom's hips, and then he got a little bolder and reached around her and laid them on her thighs. Carla inhaled sharply, but she continued to thrust her ass against his cock and flex her ass muscles so they squeezed Zack's cock like a hand.
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Hoping to get his fingers under her panties …

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It Started With A Ride

Part-2-of-4

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Hoping to get his fingers under her panties for a quick feel, Zack began to slowly pull her skirt up her legs. Just when Zack was about to blow his white cum into his shorts, they arrived back in their driveway. Carla again twisted on his cock as she slipped out onto the ground, exposing her crotch-wet panties to him in the process. As Zack followed her out, she reached for one of the boxes on the seat and handed it to him.

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"Here, honey, you can take this in the kitchen for me.” Her smile told him she was again giving him a way to keep his erection out of sight.
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"Thanks for all your help, you guys, I'll see you both get a reward for the effort," laughed Amy.
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"Hey, we enjoyed it. It was fun," Carla said. "I think that Zack especially enjoyed the drive."
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"Yeah, aunt Amy, I really enjoyed going out to the farm. It's fun to ride in a truck for a change instead of a car. It bounced around like a ride at Disney Land."
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"If they had rides like that at Disney Land," his mom said, "I'd have been going there a long time ago."
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"Ah, you know what I mean, like a once in a life time thrill," he said.
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"That I agree with," said Carla, sure that it indeed was in fact a once in a lifetime thrill. It certainly couldn't go any further.
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Zack carried the box inside and set it on the counter, and then he went into the den and grabbed the remote. Two flicks of the switch and MTV was blasting from the screen. He chose a straight chair, because he knew his mother would say something if he sat on the sofa with his dirty shorts. Following him into the den, Carla, his mom stopped next to him.
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"You didn't mind my sitting on your lap, did you?"
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"No, Mom. Like I told aunt Amy, the trip was a once in a life time thrill."
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"And my weight didn't bother you?"
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"Mom, you don't weigh anything, I could hold you on my lap all afternoon, and it wouldn't bother me."
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"Oh really? Maybe I'll take you up on that and sit on your lap now."
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Zack quickly looked up at her. "I . . . I wouldn't mind that at all,” he stammered nervously.

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Carla stared at him for a minute. My god, she thought, what am I doing. This is my son. If I sit on his lap, things are going to get out of hand. But her inner self, convinced her that she was old enough to keep the situation from going past the point of mother son ‘horsing’ around. Her eyes locked on his for a moment then she stepped in front of him, and sat down on his lap. But this time her legs were outside Zack's and she was more open and exposed.
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Zack couldn't believe that his mother had just spread herself open and sat on his lap. It was an instant erection. His cock rose quickly to lodge itself firmly against her pussy, covered only by her thin dress and panties. A moment later, she pushed down against his rigid erection just as she’d been doing in the truck. Eagerly Zack thrust back, making little pretense of doing anything but pushing his cock against her pussy. She returned his thrust with one of her own. The thrusting continued and there was no sham between them; they were dry fucking.
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Zack reached his arms around Carla and laid his hands on her thighs. She looked down at them, but said nothing. She was panting hard as she worked her ass against his hard member. Zack began clutching bunches of her skirt in his fingers and slowly her skirt crept up her legs. Even though Carla was watching her tanned legs being slowly exposed, it felt like it was happening to someone else. Her mind was concentrating on the hard cock pressing against her inflamed pussy lips not on her bare thighs.
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Finally her panties came into view as the dress continued up her body until Zack had bunched it at her waist. Then he lowered his hands back down to her thighs and laid them with fingers pointing in on her legs just below her pussy. Carla stared, but said nothing. Slowly his hands moved up until she gasped when they touched her panty clad mound. Zack gently rubbed his mother's pussy and smeared the wet juice he found there around until her whole crotch was soaked in her flowing liquid. Next his fingers trailed between her now spreading lips, tracing a line from the bottom of her puffy lips up to her clit, which was prominently outlined against her wet panties.
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Carla groaned aloud when his fingers flicked against the nubbin. Boldly Zack lifted his hands and pulled out the waistband of his Mom’s panties with one hand and slipped his other hand against her trembling belly and slid it down to her pussy. Stopping there he turned his palm upward and with his other hand slid her panties down over her hips. Trance like, Carla rose slightly as the panties slipped under her ass and crept down her thighs to her knees. Zack didn't bother to remover them entirely. He liked to see the panties there to remind him that she was naked below the waist. Gently he pulled his hands back up her legs and then Carla watched in awe as her son buried his fingers in between the puffy lips of her pussy, spreading them and slowly inserting two of his fingers into throbbing pussy.

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Carla's orgasm roared through her like a freight train through a tunnel, the shear force scattering debris on both sides. Roaring like an animal, huffing and puffing she hunched her ass forward onto his thrusting fingers.
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"Oh my god, I'm cumming on your fingers, mommy's cumming. Oh god, what have we done?"
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Zack didn't wait for an answer; instead he lifted her up, forcing her to her feet while she was still out of control. Tearing the buttons from his shorts, he released his massive cock. With much effort, he managed to pull the throbbing monster from his underwear, and suddenly there under Carla, was his eight-inch pillar of raw flesh, red- headed and throbbing. Still foaming from the intensity of the orgasm, Carla was totally unaware of Zack's actions. Because she was barely able to stand in the position he was holding her Zack slowly lowered her ass down into his lap. As she sat down he positioned his cock directly below her dropping pussy. Carla thought it was his fingers spreading the still burning lips of her hot pussy. But they kept spreading, and spreading and suddenly reality ate through her fogged brain. "Oh god, Zack, no. No you can't fuck me,” she screamed. Zack released his support of her ass. With nothing holding her up and with her legs too weak to support her, Carla slipped down the massive shaft taking the eight inch cock into her saturated depths.
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"Ohhh, Ohhh my god. Zack, ohhh god you're so big. Ohhh you shouldn't be putting your cock in me, I'm you mother,” she moaned as Zack’s legs stopped her from falling. She was too firmly impaled by his hard cock to fall, even if she tried. "Uggh," she grunted.
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Zack immediately lifted her a little and dropped her again on his shaft. Burying it to her womb. Then he lifted her and dropped her again, and again, and again. Moments later, Carla was assisting him by rising and lowering herself on the raging cock herself. A couple of strokes later, Carla's fingers strayed to her clit and she began rubbing the stiffened little knob.
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"God, Zack you're a stud, a fucking horse."
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"Mom, I'm going to cum. I'm going to shoot. I'm going to shoot."
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Carla threw her head back against Zack's shoulder, and moaned, "Me too, baby. Mommy too. Your cock is making me cum again. Cum in my pussy, honey. Cum in mommy's cunt."
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"Ohhh, Mommmmmm," Zack screeched as his cock spewed hot white threads of cum into her.
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"Shoot it in me, honey; shoot your juice into mommy. Bury it in me. Uhhhhhhh."
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"Oh my god, you've fucking," Amy screamed out. "Zack, you're really fucking your mother."
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Carla slumped back against Zack as her orgasm drifted off its peak.
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She turned her head toward the voice coming from the kitchen door. "Not really, Sis," she said. "We're really fucking each other, and if you think I'm going to let him take that massive cock out of me just because you've caught us, you're wrong. You can either watch and play with yourself, or turn your head."
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Carla turned as far around as Zack's cock would let her and planted a kiss full on her son's lips, her tongue slipping inside. "Honey your cock still feels hard. Why don't you fuck mommy again, we'll sort this all out later, after we fuck. Unless you don't want to fuck me again, that is.”

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For an answer Zack lifted his mother's ass up about five inches, then dropped her. Again he slid his cock on into her and she was impaled on his massive cock. Carla moaned "Ohhh Yea,” as Zack gently started pumping his cock into her. Then bit by bit it slid in farther and further until with one last push, it went all the was in again. "Oh, honey. Mommy loves the way you answer," she cooed as her son grabbed her hips tried to fuck her brains out.

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Zack tried to concentrate on fucking his mother, but he was concerned about his Aunt Amy who was watching from the kitchen door. On the one hand it made him hotter to know that his mother's sister was watching his cock driving into his mother, but the look on her face was one of shock. He wasn't sure what she was liable to do next.

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"What if she tells someone,” he whispered to his mother.
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Carla was too busy bouncing up and down on her son's stiff rod …

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It Started With a Ride

Part-3-of-4

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Carla was too busy bouncing up and down on her son’s stiff rod to want to talk, but she could tell Zack's heart wasn't in the fucking because of his concern. "Don’t worry, she doesn't dare tell anyone," she grunted loud enough for Amy to hear. "If she does, I have a tape her husband will get that will get her the quickest divorce you've ever seen. Then after she had about three orgasms. Zack sat up and started licking her pussy and sucking on her clit. It drove his mom wild. She fell back with her knees in the air and her pussy in her son’s face. Zack still hadn't cum yet and was still horney so he sucked on her clit and brought her another orgasm. She repaid him by cumming all over his face.

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Zack needed to fuck her again so he knelt between her legs as she lay back and recovered from her last orgasm. Zack slid his cock into her again. Then he’d only fuck her a few seconds before she wrapped her legs around him and started bouncing up and down to meet his down ward thrusts. In his excitement Zack couldn't stand it, he needed to pound her. When she arched her back over, he grabbed her hips, and started shoving his cock into her as hard as he could. Zack tensed up just as he was about to cum and then just as his balls erupted, he shot his load into her pussy she cummed with a loud scream.

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As they sat back enjoying the after glow, Amy screeched, "You told me you destroyed that tape,"
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"I lied. Gregory, my dear husband, is a little bit of a voyeur; he likes to match our doggie style with your actions on the tape. Truthfully, I think he'd like to hump you if there would be no consequences,” explained as she moved back into Zack’s lap.
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"You’re sick," Amy said, "first you fuck your son, and now you claim my brother-in-law wants to fuck me."
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"What's on the tape," Zack asked.
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"Your saintly Aunt is fucking her brother-in-law,” panted Carla as she brought her son to another erection.
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"He wasn't my brother-in-law then," Amy retorted, "besides I was drunk."
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"I don't think your husband would accept that as a reason for you to fuck his brother the night before your wedding.” She laughed as she reached between her legs and inserted his cock back into her pussy.
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"Who would have thought my sister and her voyeur husband would be photographing the parking lot the night of a big party."
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But Carla wasn't listening, her pussy was clutching her son's cock as she rode up and down the engorged flesh, her finger was tweaking her clit and deep in her belly she felt the fluid rising.

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Zack's cock was thrusting against her womb and the feeling was such a new experience, that she could think of nothing else. She had never been so full of a man's cock before. She loved her husband, but this rigid tower of cock was every woman's dream. He was her son, her own flesh, at her beck and call, and grateful for the pussy he was thrusting into. She could fuck him or not, if and when she chose. The fact that her sister was watching such a forbidden act merely added fuel to the already white hot blaze within her.
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"Oh god, Zack honey, do it. Push it in me. Give mommy all your cock. Ohhh, baby, Mommy's going to cum again, mommy's going to cum."
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"Uhhhhhhh Zackkkkkk" With a mournful cry, she raised her feet and let all her weight fall on Zack's lap, driving his cock as far into her squirming pussy as was humanly possible to go. Her fluid flooded her pussy washing over Zack's massive head and cascading over his balls. For a few moments her breathing stopped, then her head snapped back against his shoulder and her mouth opened wide to gasp in the great gulps of air needed to sustain the fantastic orgasm rushing through her. She continued to wiggle her beautiful ass like a hula dancer for minute after minute. Suddenly she became deathly still. Her head fell forward and hung like a beaten dog's. Finally she spoke from her dry raspy throat.
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"Zack honey that was the best fuck that I’ve ever had. And I mean ever!"
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Carla twisted on his lap, cupping the back of his neck with her hand as she kissed him. This time not quite as lightly or as casual as before. Her tongue darted between his lips and entwined with his. When his cock twitched in her pussy, she whispered, "I felt that, you haven't cummed yet, this time, have you?"
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When Zack shook his head no, Carla put her mouth against his ear and whispered, "Why don't you fuck, Amy. I wouldn't mind, and once you fuck her, she wouldn’t be able to tell anyone."
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"How?"
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"Order her to do anything that you want her to do. She has an authority problem. She’s always been afraid of disobeying authority. It's a quirk she’s had since we were kids. Just act like you're the boss. Try it you'll see."
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Reluctantly, Carla put her feet back on the floor and slowly lifted herself off of Zack’s massive shaft. For a moment she considered changing her mind and fucking her son again, but changed her mind because she wanted to get Amy firmly under their control first.
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Zack's red headed cock stood throbbing in the air as Carla moved toward the nearby couch, and with her legs splayed wide before her son, she slumped against the back cushions. For the first time, Zack got a full frontal view of his mother's pussy. He was so excited that his shaft grew even harder, and made him want to go to her and bury his cock into that tight pussy again. He looked at Amy, who still stood in the doorway staring at the super sized cock her nephew was showing.
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"Come over here, Amy," Zack said sternly.
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Surprise registered on her face, "What?"
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"I said, come here," Zack repeated.
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Nervously, Amy slowly crossed the room and stopped to his right. Like a deer caught in headlights, her eyes flicked back and forth between his face and to his weaving cock standing out from his crotch like a flagpole.
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Amy's well-formed breasts heaved slightly as the speed of her breathing increased. Although 2-years younger, she looked much like his Mom, 5-foot 4, 130 pounds, and like Carla 36c breasts with a narrow waist and wide hips, with nice shaped legs. She wore a white t-shirt and a short denim skirt.
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"Come closer," ordered Zack. Again he had to say it a second time before she moved. Reluctantly
Amy stopped within a foot of him.
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"Lift up your skirt."
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"Zack." Amy shook her head.
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"Aunt Amy, I don't want to have to be telling you everything twice. I said lift up your skirt, now damn it, lift it."
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Never taking her eyes from his, her hands shook as she grasped the hem of her skirt and slowly lifted it until he could see the white panties covering her crotch.
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"Higher,” he ordered.
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Amy wrinkled her brow, but inched the skirt …

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It Started With a Ride

Part-4-of-4

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Amy wrinkled her brow, but inched the skirt up a little farther. The whole panty clad mound of her pussy was now exposed. A telltale damp spot was visible where the material disappeared between her legs.
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Reaching down and stroking his rigid cock, Zack smiled when he ordered her to, "Push your panties down.”
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"Zack, nooo please," begged Amy with eyes fixed on his cock head. Nervously her tongue flicked out and moistened her lips.
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"Are you having trouble hearing me, Aunt Amy?" asked condescendingly.
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"Oh, Zack,” Amy moaned as she hooked her thumbs in the waistband and slid her panties down her legs. Her skirt descended as she lowered her hands. Once her panties were below her knees, she let them fall down around her ankles. Stepping out of them, she pushed them aside with her toe.
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"Okay now pull your skirt back up."
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Amy made no effort to resist this time. As her long legs slowly came into view, Zack finally had his first glimpses of the swollen lips of her lightly hair-covered mound. When Zack wordlessly pointed toward the ceiling, she raised her skirt until she was exposed almost to her waist.
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Reaching out, Zack ran his finger, from bottom to top, along the damp slit.
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"Oh, god," Amy sighed.
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"Come closer."
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Obediently Amy moved forward until she was almost touching his hip.
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Zack unbuttoned the two buttons on her T-shirt and grabbing the bottom hem, raised it over her head. Amy's breath quickened, but she didn't speak. Her breasts were like two melons, with her hard nipples standing out against the thin bra that she was wearing.
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"Take off your bra," Zack said. He would have rather taken it off himself, but he needed to keep her obeying his commands. She closed her eyes and reached around behind her back and unhooked the straps. As she brought her arms forward, the bra slid down her arms to her wrists. As she let it fall to the floor, she opened her eyes and stared directly into his.
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Zack still couldn't believe all that was happening. He had just fucked his mother, and now his very beautiful Aunt Amy was standing in front of him naked as the day she was born. Despite her age, her breasts were perfect; he’d never seen breasts shaped like that except in magazines. He almost shot his pent-up load. If possible, his cock grew harder. Ridges were visible up and down its length and the head was a raging red-purple and swelled to a size he had never before seen. Amy shifted her gaze to his massive erection and gasped at its size.
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"Sit down on my lap, Amy, just the way mom was sitting."

"But, I can't, she was sitting on . . . your . . .you were doing it to her."

"She was sitting on my cock and I was fucking her, Aunt Amy, just the way I'm going to fuck you."
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"N-N-Nooooo. You're not going to ahhh fuck me. I'm your Aunt, it's not right to fuck a close relative, there's a law against it."
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"But that's only because it isn't good to have children, to inbreed, which may bring out bad traits. I remember you telling mom that you were on a new birth control pill, so you can't get pregnant. So there is no reason we can't fuck, right?"
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"Ahhh," Amy stammered as she stared into his eyes, then her gaze swept across his twitching cock standing up from his hairy crotch. She licked her dry lips again. She felt her pussy spasm. She suddenly knew for sure that no matter what she said, he was going to stick that monster cock in her. Her juices were flowing down her channel and in a minute she would be dripping.
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Reaching out with his right hand, Zack cupped her left cheek of her well-curved ass. He pulled her tighter against him and with the other hand he lifted her right leg drawing it across his legs. Amy suddenly found herself positioned above his erect cock. Zack moved his right hand to the back of her head, and forced it down to his. He kissed her full on the mouth as he lowered her right leg. When she felt the head of his massive cock touch the saturated lips of her opening pussy, she groaned against his mouth. Moving his hands back to her ass, Zack cupped her butt cheek lifted her up and centered her across his lap. Slowly he lowered her as her thighs clamped against the outsides of his legs.
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As Zack allowed her weight to settle on his cock, he felt the massive head force its way up his Aunt's tight channel. She was so tight he though the skin would be stripped from his cock, but her hot, oily fluid kept the passage slippery and he continued to slide until he felt his throbbing head bottom against her womb.

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"Oh god, Zack. Oh god, what are you doing to me?" Amy wailed as she felt the super size head spread her lips and enter her flooded pussy. "Zack, Zack. Ohhh." She shuddered and her screams echoed through the house as the orgasm boiled through her. An orgasm that would be the first in a long string and one she would remember her whole life.
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"Ohhh Zack I'm cumming, I'm cumming!"
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Zack was surprised by the voice and it took him a moment to realize that it was coming from his mother. He looked around Amy's head and was thrilled to see his mother standing only a couple of feet away thrusting her fingers in and out of her pussy as she stared at his cock buried in Amy's hot cunt.
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"Watch me, Mom while I fuck your sister Amy with the same wet cock that I just fucked you with."
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"Yes, honey, fuck her, fuck her as hard as you can, but save me a little juice for later."
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"Oh, Zack, quit talking and fuck me, fuck me," Amy whispered in his ear as she wrapped her arms around his neck. "You're going to have to do all the work, because my feet aren't touching the floor."
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"We can handle that," Zack said. Slowly he stood and with Amy impaled on his stiff member, her legs wrapped around his hips, he shuffled to the pool table in the middle of the room and eased her down on the cloth covered surface.
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"Now your pussy's at the right position," he said. Thrusting forward he again and bottomed out in her pussy. Drawing back, he thrust again and again into his Aunt's fluid coated pussy.
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Amy spread her legs and arched her back in an attempt to get more of his cock into her.
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"Oh god, fuck me, Zack, fuck me hard and deep. Fuck me nephew, fuck your Aunt. Ohhh, Zack, I'm cumming again...again Zackkkkkk."
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Her cry set off Zack's cock and he felt the fluid finally begin to rise up his tube. "Me too, Aunt Amy. I'm cumming in your pussy. Ohhh. Ohhh now, now." The juice spewed from the massive head to bathe her pussy walls. Zack felt like it would never stop as wad after wad shot into her. Amy could feel the large amount of juice as he filled her to overflowing, some of it sloshing out of her tight hole and running down her ass. The thought of all that cum in her pussy from a man other than her husband and from her nephew was too much and Amy cried out as another orgasm jellied her insides.
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A moment later Zack pulled his dripping cock out his Aunt’s cum filled pussy and backed across the room to drop back into his chair. His mother immediately dropped to her knees and engulfed his half hard cock in her mouth. Amy lay spent on the table, her legs hanging lewdly.
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"I guess I can't call you squirt anymore," moaned his Aunt Amy. "Gusher would be a better name. Your cum is pouring out of me like a waterfall. I'm sure glad I'm on the pill.
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His mother raised her head from his cock that her mouth was bringing back to life. "We may be calling him father, because I went off the pill three months ago. I didn't know I'd be fucking anyone, let alone my own son. But hell, it's too late to worry now."
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I don't care what you call me, as long as you both call me any time you want to fuck," Zack said laughing.
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"Count on it stud," they said in unison.
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"What would you do if we both got pregnant," Amy asked.
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"Well, you've got two more sisters,” Zack grinned.
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"Jesus, listen to him," Amy laughed, "what a stud." She finally got the strength to sit up on the table and look toward Zack. His head was thrown back and he was thrusting his hips forward as his mother's mouth bobbed up and down his rigid shaft. "Damn, I think you’re serious, Zack," she said. "You really want to fuck Jillian and Rosy."
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Zack just grinned and nodded.
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"God, wouldn't that be a trip, all of us fucking and sucking in the same bed." She was quiet for a minute. "I'm all for trying to make it work, maybe we could even try a girl-girl thing, because I'm pretty sure Rosy swings both ways," she mused.
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That thought was the trigger. Zack's cock swelled to an even larger size. "Ohhh Mommmmmm I'm cumming, I'm cumming," Zack wailed, as his Mom dove down on his rigid cock, burying her face in his pubic hair and gulped as her mouth and throat filled.

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The end…

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