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It was an unbearably hot Saturday afternoon and the sun was making life outside unbearable. But Joyce Klaven was utilizing the rays of the sun to reinforce the already impeccable tan that covered her body. These lucky rays were now lovingly caressing her lovely body as she was lying on her stomach letting the sun warm and tan her flawless backside. She was naked and there were no bikini lines to indicate that she ever wore anything while she was sunning herself. The sunlight sparkled and glistened off of the sheen of perspiration coating her curvaceous form.

Then Joyce leisurely rolled over onto her back. The giant mammaries on her chest rolled and jiggled delightfully as she tried to make herself more comfortable. The heaviness of the fleshy mountains mashed them down, flattening them out and spreading them out onto her arms. They were so large, she had to lift her arms and extend them out to the side to keep the billowing pillows from hiding the bronzed skin of her arms and marring her tan.

Then, wearing only a towel wrapped around his waist, Jon Klaven strolled across the room and stopped outside the sunroom. Peeking in through the door, Jon smiled and jerked the towel off. Reaching down to his half-hard cock, he gave it a couple of jerks to firm it up and threw open the door.

"YIKES," Joyce screeched, grabbing for a towel and trying unsuccessfully to cover herself as Jon burst into the room.

"Gotcha," he laughed, watching her jerk the towel up to her big breasts.

"Damn you, Jon," she gasped, "You scared ten years off my life. Don't ever do that again."

"Sorry," he grinned, standing by the door.

"Well now that you've scared me half to death," Joyce smiled at him, letting him know that she had quickly forgiven him, "What do you want?"

"I just brought this thing down to see if you had any ideas on where I could put it," he grinned, reaching down and wrapping his hand around his thick, heavy cock.

"I could think of a couple of places that it might fit," she grinned back at him, "but don't you think we need to find a place with a little more privacy?"

"Where are the kids anyway?" he asked.

"Joan is over at Karen's," she said, "and Jack's at the movie with Tommy. They should be gone for at least a couple of hours, but then again, you never know."

"Let's not waste any of it then," he told her, extending his hand down to her.

Reaching up, she took hold of his hand and pulled herself to a sitting position. As she did, her massive breasts sprang forward, sagging down heavily. Like two big, round, pink water balloons, they danced and wobbled solidly as she struggled to her feet.

"Damn, I love your big tits," Jon said adoringly as he took them in his hands and lovingly squeezed them. "They gotta be the best ones in the world."

"Yeah . . . sometimes I think they're the only reasons you married me," Joyce complained but relishing the feel of his cool hands on her heavy, toasted udders.

As he massaged the giant mountains, Joyce's hands stole down to his dangling prick. Grinning wickedly, she wrapped her hands around the big fleshy tube and roughly fondled it.

"We'd better stop. I don't want to end up on the floor." she giggled, letting go of hardening prick.

"Yeah," he smirked, gently easing the monstrous tits down onto her chest, "We wouldn't want to damage your lovely derriere."

Peeking out around the door, he tugged her out of the room and up the stairs.

At the top of the stairs, they turned and hurried down the hall to their bedroom. His mind on the treasure waiting between her luscious legs, Jon made a swipe at the door as they went by but only nudged it, leaving it cracked open at least six inches wide.

Laughing at his impatience, Joyce quickly scrambled up on the bed and rolled over on her back as her giant tits sloshed about like two mountains of pink Jell-O. Looking down, she was happy to see that Jon's cock was now fully charged and ready for use. Grinning up at him expectantly, she quickly spread her legs apart.

Leering down at her, he was her stud. Hard and ready to mount her, he scrambled up between her outstretched legs. Reaching down between her legs, she took hold of his one-eyed monster and drug it down to her waiting pussy that was hot, wet and ready for its visitor. Unable to see over her majestic peaks, she guided the great swollen head of his cock down to her dripping slit by feel. Quickly fitting the bulging roundness into her fleshy slot, she began to pull it down into her.

The instant Jon felt his cockhead being invited into Joyce's hot, slippery hole, he grunted and drove all eight inches of his big, ripe cock down into the sucking heat of her cunt.

"Gooooodddd--" she gushed as he impaled her on his giant cock.

"God, you're so fucking hot and wet, I could cum right now," he groaned, pulling his hips back and hammering his thick cock back into her with a vengeance.

"Make it last," she purred to him, raking his ass with her fingernails. "Make it last as long as you can."

His hips rocked back and forth forcefully as he fucked her with deep, hammering strokes.

The vulgar sound of flesh striking flesh filled the room as Jon sawed his heavy hardness in and out of her accommodating cunt.

Wallowing in the pleasure that was welling up out of her pussy, Joyce lazily bent her legs up and wrapped them around his waist. Clenching her thighs tightly around him, she dug her heels into his bouncing ass, urging him to fuck her harder.
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Oblivious to the sweat pouring off him, Jon jerked his hips back and forth incessantly as he drove his big cock in and out of her hungry cunt. Riding her man from below, she was like an upside down jockey urging him on with her hands, her feet, her thighs, her whole body as she coaxed the most out of her mount. And Jon, her stallion was wheezing and gasping for breath as he sawed his cock in and out of her mercilessly trying to please his rider and win the race. Faster and faster they rode, striding down the backstretch toward fulfillment with each baptism of his scepter into her holy chalice. . . .

Meanwhile, their son Jack returned from the movie and stopped in the kitchen. Unaware of what was happening in his parent's bedroom, he stopped and quickly downed a glass of milk. Walking over to the stairs, he stopped for a moment.

What was that, he asked himself? It sounded like someone was getting a spanking upstairs. That's weird, he thought as he sneaked up the stairs. What could be going on? He could hear what sounded like flesh striking flesh and someone moaning. As he crept down the hallway toward his parent's room, he recognized the moaner as his mother. God, had someone broken in the house? Were they beating her? It sounded like she was in pain. Unexplainably, he suddenly felt a pang of fear as he sneaked down the hall, listening even harder.

At last, standing outside the door to their bedroom, he could tell that it was definitely his mother making the weird moaning sound, but now he could also hear his father grunting and groaning.

The door was open a little so he cautiously peeked around the door. His eyes nearly popped out of his head. The first thing he saw was his father's big, hairy butt bobbing up and down in the air. Then, he saw his father's balls slashing back and forth. Then he saw his father's big cock. Then he saw it a pussy.

It suddenly all came crashing down on him like a mountain of bricks.

HIS MOTHER WAS GETTING FUCKED BY HIS FATHER!

His father was fucking her big, wet cunt with his big, ugly cock.

His own cock was instantly hard as a rock as he watched them fuck.

At first, he couldn't believe it. He had caught his mother and father fucking.

He didn't know what to do so he just stood there watching his parents fuck for a whole five minutes. His throat was dry, sweat was pouring off him, his penis was past the bursting point, and his legs wouldn't have worked if he wanted them to. Even if he could have moved, he was afraid that one of them would see him so he waited and watched, still not totally believing what he was witnessing.

Suddenly Jon barked out loudly and drove his cock into Joyce's pussy as hard as he could as it began to spurt his hot, thick cum into her clenching cunt.

"Oh, Yes, Baby, Give me all your cum," Joyce gurgled, on the very edge of being sucked into her own orgasm. "Give it to me, Baby...Ahhhhhhnnnn."

Just at the instant she was about to rocket off, her eyes swept across the door.

OH, GOD, JACK IS WATCHING US, she screamed to herself.

Where in the hell had he come from?

The shock of seeing him immediately doused her climatic fires. But oblivious to Jack's presence, Jon continued to hump his cock into her as it bucked and spurted out its load into her cunt.

Her mind swirled around like a tornado gone wild. What could she do? Thank you, God for letting this happen, she sarcastically muttered to herself.

Christ! How fucking embarrassing.

How long has he been out there?

Hurry up, Jon. Hurry up and stop coming, she silently screamed, wishing he finish so she could move.

What should she do, she wondered as Jon continued to hold his cock in her as it slowly emptied itself inside her cringing pussy?

Maybe if she looked away, Jack would leave. She didn't want him to know that she knew he was there. That would be too embarrassing.

Deliberately turning her head away from the door, she gently coaxed Jon to finish filling her wincing cunt with his cum.

Finally, she felt Jon's cock stop erupting inside of her.

As Jon slowly lowered himself down onto her, she cautiously sneaked a peek back at the door.

Jack was gone. Thank goodness, she told herself. The problem wasn't solved, but at least he was gone for now.

Momentarily relieved, she wondered what to do next.

She lay there thinking, watching Jon's breathing grow more and more regular until she heard him begin to snore quietly. The answer hadn't come to her as she had hoped it would. Maybe she would do better if she were on her feet.

Trying not to wake her husband, Joyce carefully eased herself away from him and sat up on the edge of the bed. Standing up, she turned to see if Jon was still asleep. He was.

Tip-toeing over to the closet, she pulled down a long flowing gown and slipped it on.

It wasn't one of her sexy see-through gowns, but she could still make out the outline of her body underneath the soft, billowy material. There was no way she could conceal the hugeness of her breasts anyway as they jutted out defiantly, bouncing and wiggling with every move she made.

Hurrying over to the door, she closed it. Pacing back and forth, she wondered what she could do. She couldn't change what had happened. She had a choice actually. She could have a talk with Jack and explain that it was a fact of life or pretend that she hadn't seen him.

First, she would have to find out if Jack knew she had seen him.

Feeling a little better now that she had, had time to sort things out, she quietly stole over to the door and slipped out into the hallway. Looking back, she made sure that Jon was still sleeping before she silently moved down the hall toward Jack's room. The house was like a tomb as she silently padded down the hallway. As she made her way, she glanced down and saw that she could see the faint silhouette of her huge tits under the flimsy material of her gown.

Stopping, she looked closer and could see the darkened outline of her big, dusky areolas and her taut nipples sticking out like a stack of pink nickels. Wondering if she should put on something a little less revealing, she suddenly realized that Jack had see a whole lot more than her tits.

Unable to hide the prominent swell of her gigantic breasts, she resumed her journey towards her son's room. She felt Jon's thick, sticky cum oozing out of her cunt, reminding her that not only had Jack seen them fucking, but he had also torpedoed her orgasm. And now her vagina was begging for gratification. Running her hand down to her pleading womanhood, she roughly rubbed herself through the thin material of her gown, but it only made the itch worse.

Her mind was in such a frenzy, that she walked right past Jack's door. Realizing it, she stopped and shook her head. Trying to shake the feeling of foreboding, she slowly retraced her steps back to his door. Putting her ear to the door, she listened for a few seconds.

What was that thumping sound, she wondered. It sounded like Jack's bed knocking against the wall. What? Then, like standing in a fog as the sun burned it off, it came to her. He was masturbating.

Her mouth dropped open in shock. Why was he doing that? Still listening, she wondered what must be going through his head. After all, hadn't he just witnessed his parents fucking? He had just seen his parents doing it right in front of him. What did she really expect?

Still in a state of sexual arousal, she felt the itch between her legs flare up. He was masturbating because he had seen her getting fucked. Was he fantasizing about doing it to her, too? Just like his father had? Suddenly, she tried to picture what Jack must look like masturbating. Lying there in his bed jerking his hand up and down his penis while he thought her being fucked by his father.
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I wonder what it looks like. Was Jack's penis big and thick like his father's or was it smaller and more delicate or maybe it was even bigger than Jon's.

My God, she thought to herself, you're nothing but a fucking slut. Thinking about Jack that way. You're the one who caused it all anyway. Why don't you just go away and leave him alone. Leave him alone to try to masturbate away the picture of his father fucking you.

But she couldn't leave. She didn't want to move. She had never felt like this before. Not about Jack. She couldn't believe it herself. She almost delirious with an insane obsession to see his cock.

Using every last iota of will power she had, she fought to keep from flinging Jack's door open and watching him masturbate. As she stood listening to him through the door, she felt her strength to resist begin to crumble and her hand slowly reached for the doorknob.

Then, just as her fingers were about to close around the door handle, she found one last reserve of will power.

Stepping away from the door, she jerked her hand back from the knob like it was on fire. Not trusting herself any longer, she turned and started toward their bedroom.

Then she saw Jon coming out of their bedroom.

"Where have you been?" he asked, yawning and scratching his big, dangling balls as she walked back toward him.

"Oh, I thought I heard Jack come in and I was just going to see if he had," she smiled at him.

"Dressed like that?" he leered, admiring the way her beautiful tits were silhouetted in the soft glow of the hall light.

"I was just going to listen at his door, you silly thing," she grinned, reaching out and grabbing dangling manhood, "Is there anything left in here for me?"

"I wish there was," he laughed, lifting her gigantic breasts and giving them a loving squeeze. "But the office just called and I have to fly over to Stockton and repair one of the rigs tonight so we can start drilling tomorrow."

"Ohhh, No," she complained, squeezing and pulling on his cock as it began to swell in her hand, "See, he's ready for some more. Maybe you had better stick around and do some drilling here."

"I wish I could," he laughed again, pushing her hand away from his thickening cock. "But they have the plane ready to go and if I can get it finished tonight, maybe I can get back in time for a rerun. Otherwise I'll be down there all night."

"Okay, but try to make it back," she pouted. "I'll be waiting."

Both of them went back into the bedroom. Jon disappeared into the shower while Joyce went to the chest-of-drawers and rummaged through a couple of drawers until she found a top and a pair of shorts that she tossed on the bed. Pacing about nervously, she waited until Jon came striding back into the room drying himself with a big fluffy towel.

"That felt good," he grinned, tossing the towel aside.

"I think I'll take one too," Joyce said longingly watching his big dick flop around as he walked over to the closet.

Slipping her gown off, she walked over and stood in the doorway to the closet.

"Just remember that this is waiting for you when you get home."

"How could I forget," he said, pulling her to him and hugging her tightly, "Keep it all hot and primed for me."

"If it was any hotter," she laughed, giving him a peck on the cheek, "it would be smoking."

"My, what a naughty girl," Jon laughed as he dressed, admiring her lovely backside as she sashayed to the shower swinging her hips from side to side indecently.

Stepping into the shower, Joyce turned the water on full force and let it beat down on her. Still, try as she might, she couldn't stop thinking about Jack masturbating. Doing penitence, she let the stinging needles of water turn her skin cherry red. Still no answer came. Finally she reached up and turned the water off. Gently lifting her huge tits, she began fondling the big hard nipples that had swollen so large they threatened to burst at any second as she listened to see if Jon was coming back into the bathroom. As she teased the turgid paps, they grew so taut and sensitive she had to stop teasing them.

Finally, she stepped out of the shower and grabbed a towel. Drying herself, she walked into the bedroom to find that Jon had already departed. A little disappointed and miffed that he had left without saying bye, she finished drying off and walked over to the bed.

Picking up the shorts she had tossed their earlier, she bent down and quickly pulled them up over her long, lovely legs. She really shouldn't be running around sans panties, she told herself. Especially in the condition she was in. Looking over to the mirror, she saw that the slit in the sides of her shorts ran all the way up to the waistband, leaving her sexy hips almost bare. Smiling to herself, she reached down and picked up the halter-top. Slipping it on, she pulled it down over her giant tits, tucking them inside the best she could.

Maybe I ought to let Jack see these, too, she wickedly thought, since he's seen everything else.

Poking and prodding on the gigantic mammaries she eventually got the situated where they were as comfortable as she could make them.
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With her mind doing crazy flip-flops and the newly emerged attitude toward Jack, Joyce was almost afraid to leave her room. She didn't know what was making her feel so out of control.

Maybe she had always had these feelings for Jack but had never admitted it. Whatever it was, she was extremely uncomfortable about it and wished it would go away.

"HI, Mom," came a voice from the door.

Almost jumping out of her skin, Joyce jerked around to see her daughter Joan standing in the doorway.

"Golly, Mom," Joan said, "You look like you've just seen a ghost. Is everything okay?"

"What, oh, Joan, boy am I glad to see you," Joyce exclaimed.

Rescued, she told herself. Saved from her wickedness by her daughter. Or at least postponed for the time being.



"What's wrong, Mom?" Joan asked with a puzzled look on her face.

"Oh, nothing," Joyce smiled, walking toward her. "Your dad just got called out on a job and I'm just glad to have someone in the house with me. Where's Jill?"

"Harold and Steve came by and picked up Karen and Jill. I was odd man, or woman as it was, out so here I am with nothing to do on a Saturday night. Isn't that the pits?"

"Well, how bout I order a pizza and we just hang out, then?" Joyce smiled.

"Great," Joan bubbled, glad that her ruined Saturday night had been somewhat saved. "Is Jack home?"

"I, uh, I, uh, don't really know," Joyce stuttered, trying to hide her embarrassment, "I didn't hear him come in."

"Is it okay if he joins us, if he's home or is this a gal thing?" Joan asked.

"I, uh, I don't, uh, I don't see why not," she finally stammered out, her face turning beet red as she turned away from her daughter to hide it.

"Are you okay, Mom," Joan asked again, still trying to figure out what was going on.

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"Okay, then, I'll meet you downstairs. I think I'm going to take a quick dip before the pizza gets here." Joan grinned, turning and heading down the hallway.

Stepping back into her bedroom and closing the door, Joyce knew she would have to face Jack sooner or later. She didn't know if she could look him in the eye and pretend that she hadn't seen him or not. Could she do it without breaking up? There was only one way to find out, she thought as she slipped into her bathing suit.

Standing in front of the mirror, she admired the way the suit hugged her curves and accentuated her assets. Not that they needed accentuation. The skimpy wisp of material was only an attempt to conceal her most private of private places. And looking down there in the mirror, she saw that several kinky brown hairs had spilled out around the edges of the skimpy suit.