Date: Tue, 26 Jul 2011 11:06:05 -0700 (PDT) From: Julian Otero Subject: Kid With the Balls - part 2 Kid With The Balls Part 2 "Well! Look at you!" she said gently. Blam! I was wide-awake in a second. What the hell was going on? It was Cindy, Jim's adorable wife, Connor's mother! "Don't cover it up. I was watching and admiring--it's beautiful, Steve." Cindy came close, wedged herself on the edge of the couch and placed a warm hand on my thigh. "I often thought about this thing, Steve." The "thing" lay arched over in semi-soft repose an inch from her fingers. "Sometimes, Steve, I masturbate thinking of you, sucking you, having your cock in me...You and Jim both on me...Lot's of things like that." Her eyes were bright with approval and I didn't doubt her. She bent over and kissed my dick. "Where's Jim? The boy... Connor?" I asked, a little panicky. "They're washing up. Looks like the three of you had a very nice session" I got that tight feeling in my gut again. "Don't look so worried! Everything's out in the open in this family. Did you enjoy my two guys?" She smiled and continued in a smoky voice: "Connor likes this Steve, he says it tastes pretty good." "Ah?" I squeaked. I didn't know how to react to that. "Surprised? He's been sucking his dad since he was nine. We're into a beautiful family scene here. My son has fucked me. I've sucked his cock many times!" She paused to let that sink in. "You know what really get's me hot? Watching the two of them...watching my husband fuck his son! What a hot turn on that is!!" Yes, just the idea, let alone the deed. "You think Carol would like my boys, Steve? They really know how to please. ...and Jessica...she's what? fifteen,...she's got all the moves and curves, daddy..." Cindy's voice had dropped to a lower register. "I know Jim and I would love to take her to bed...teach her...you know, how to do...everything." While she fondled my dick our eyes remained locked together. In them I sensed a meaning I had recognized first with my wife and later with my daughter as she reached puberty. It was a matching of souls, an unspoken erotic bonding that I knew was true because I'd felt it from my own daughter and wife before. In Cindy's eyes I discovered a sexual simpatico, a sexual soul partner who was just as transgressive as my wife and daughter. Her son and husband emerged, scrubbed and dressed. "Stevie, we have to go, but think about it...it would be soooo beautiful." She rose and wet her lips. "Let yourself out when you're ready...remember to set the alarm." Wink. Part 2 Cindy's proposal was more than I could have hoped for! That night in bed with my wife I disclosed everything. Carol was eager. "It's not like something all new for us, Steve. We made the incest decision a long time ago before we even had Jess. And I'll tell you this, I've had a few, quite a few, private jerk-offs thinking about Jim and Cindy...and the boy too--that little kid gets me hot, so it's fine with me if you sucked his cock. I want to be next. Can you imagine him with Jessica? She could teach him things I bet!" After that it was just a matter of making arrangements. We adults met a few days later and decided to rent a private beach house in the islands and quietly party among ourselves. We didn't tell the kids the full nature of the trip, figuring it would be more fun that way. The night before departure we had a grand dinner at our house, preceded by mellow tokes of weed. Connor was wearing old grey cotton gym shorts that looked like he'd been growing into them since he was 11 and did little to disguise his boyness. My daughter attired herself in her favorite black spandex exercise leggings, the pair that molded itself to her pussy and hugged the cheeks of her round ass like skin. Everything was cooked to perfection: the shrimp, the steak, duck, and all the trimmings, served with the best wine. The kids had always gotten along well and I could easily imagine their bodies intertwined. By the time we reached desert we were all rather high, even the young ones. I had no doubt it was going to be a fabulous trip. Jessica and Connor drifted off down to the media room while we parents talked about the coming events. "We've got some smoking dvd's that I think I should bring along," said Jim. "We've got some too," said Carol. "No, what I mean is dvd's of us--the three of us--from when Connor was little." "We got those too," I said. "Sweet! Will you bring them?" I nodded that I would. More bonding. But I made a mental reservation about the one with the dog. On the talk went about the beach, about the house, about the island, what we would do with the kids, the anticipation getting us all hot and aroused. Carol came around the table and untied her gauzy top and brought my hands to her naked magnificent tits. "Do them honey, show Jimmy and Cindy... were gonna have a hot time...so friggen perverted, with the kids...Oh, baby...I want you all to fuck me!" Cindy and Jim watched as I licked and sucked... "Connor's a good fuck, Carol...I taught him how to use that dick of his...taught him how to eat my pussy...shit!" Cindy's voice began to get odd and aroused. "I'll give you my son for Jessica, honey... Jessica's body...what tits!..what a fine ass...I want to lick her cunt!" Now we were letting it all hang out, almost. "I like lesbian action,"Jim groaned and grabbed his cock. "Where are they?" I asked, bleary, and after twenty or so minutes of this conversation. "The kids?" I grabbed my wine and ambled down to the media room, soon followed by the others. On the plush carpet my daughter had her cute face between Connor's open legs, kissing and licking what she found there and with two of her fingers jammed between the cheeks of his ass. "Oh, Jess...that feels so nice" the boy sighed, "...I like feeling that... doing that too." Joined that way they seemed not too aware we were there. Without speaking a word we began to discard the few clothes we wore. Carol placed herself behind Jim and let the tips of her breasts jiggle against his bare back. He was straight out rock hard, as was I. She let her skirt drop from her hips so my buddy could reach for her snatch. Cindy moved toward me and we kissed open mouthed. Her hot hands went to my dick and assessed its shape and heft. I gathered the two globes of her ass in my hands and was more than pleased by their smooth firmness. So many times I had admired the movement of those pear shaped beauties under tight jeans or slinky dress. I heard Carol let a small sharp cry escape her and looked to see Jim had reached behind his back, his middle finger deep in her hot wet pussy. And a few feet away from us our kids were having sex. When Jessica and Connor became aware we were watching it seemed only to make them willing to showoff. They whispered between themselves. My daughter stretched herself flat on her stomach on the plush blue carpet with her thighs slightly open. From our vantage we could see the bare slit of her fifteen-year-old cunt and above that two magnificent mounds of ass flesh which, in that position, became even more rounded. Connor rose to his knees and retrieved something from under the couch. "Watch," he mumbled to no one in particular How could we not watch these two beautiful teenage bodies? The boy made quick work of lathering his cock with gel. The two women groaned: they could feel in their pussy what their libido desired. "I'm proud of you son," we heard Jim whisper. I was about to watch my daughter take a cock other than mine; perhaps this wasn't the first time for a non-family member, but I wasn't going to stop it. Where that cock went was surprising. As Connor approached her she rose up a bit and spread her cheeks. He put it against her asshole and told her to squeeze. "I know," she said. Really, in the ass. Guess how she knew? I was proud. Connor was just a little too eager this first time; she told him in no uncertain terms to wait, not push too hard. Yes, little bronco, let her take you in, don't make a forced assault. I'd have to coach him how to use his bat properly in this situation. As I saw my daughter being penetrated thus I said to the others how in a few years these two beautiful brats may make a gorgeous child together--boy or girl, it didn't matter, their child was bound to be beautiful. And think of it. How many grandfathers get to be present at the conception of a grandchild? Oh, how incest unlocks so many new possibilities! I heard murmurs of agreement. Quietly we gathered around them on the carpet, close but still keeping a respectful distance. In no time Connor had his dick all the way in her. All of us, the kids and their parents, joined in a chorus of lustful groans and grunts, sighs and whispers that came, I was sure, from deep and far away--a chorus of ritual mating sounds and tribal rutting. Naked as we all were it wasn't hard to imagine the primitive scene: swollen nipples, wet pussies, erect cocks, boys and girls, men and women. Mating all ways. All we lacked was feathers and body paint. Orgy to the sex god! The boy was alternately slow and fast in his deep thrusts into my child's ass. I knew from experience Jessica could last a long time like this. Gradually we came closer to them, close enough to touch, which we did as gently as possible. The smell of sexual arousal enveloped us all. Crude words began to explode from out throats: "Fuck her ass." "Cum in the little bitch." "I want her pussy." "I want his ass." "Screw him." "Hard." Who said what didn't matter; I can't remember anyway. Our words egged them on, made them loose the last thread of self-consciousness. We watched them reach a final frenzy. Connor was now thrusting so fast into Jessica's open asshole we marveled at her endurance in this type of fucking. She was the open, submissive receptacle for his uncontrollable adolescent need to cum, to cum in her, to cum in anyone, anything... In one last hard plunge he did cum, the cheeks of his ass pressed tight together, the shudder of his skinny shoulders marking the unmistakable end. She too knew it was the end and squealed and cursed and called him a dirty asslicking faggot. end part 2 I'll be glad to know what you think of this part. I'm working on part three, the final part. Feel free to make suggestions. Julian ba9ba9goodman