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"It's amazing, truly amazing. To think nearly every form of religion in the world has either condoned the act of sex or enforced strict laws involving the practice. You'd think one, just one, people or civilisation may have perhaps worshipped the natural, pleasurable act."

-Henry Brace Harvill, 1886

"Once a mother fucker, always a mother fucker."

-Edward Doniger, 1994


PART 1 - IT'S A JUNGLE OUT THERE

"Thank you for flying with South African Airways. We hope you enjoyed your flight and we wish you a pleasant stay in Harare."

The Watson family were zonked, and they had only just completed the first half of their flight. The trip across from Perth to Johannesburg had been bad enough, but this latest stretch had really wrecked the Australian family. Sure, they had been on long trips before to Europe and America, but no one ever grows immune to jet lag.

Roger Watson, the father of the family, was responsible for this latest adventure to Africa. He had spent much of his life in the continent working as an aid Doctor for countries suffering from disease and starvation. In fact, Roger had done such a good job as a humanitarian that the United Nations had awarded him with a certificate of excellence and nobility. The ceremony was being held in Lagos, Nigeria and Roger had thought of it as the perfect opportunity to show his family the beautiful land in which he had grown to love so much. So now here they were in Harare, the capital of Zimbabwe, getting ready to exit one plane and then board another to complete the last stretch of their journey.

"David, honey, could you please pass me my bag from the overhead compartment." Roger's beautiful 35 year old wife, Judy, had woken up from her sleep and was now standing up and doing some stretches much to the delight of the nearby men on the plane whom had been sneaking looks at her for much of the flight.

Her teenage son, David, willingly obliged to his mothers wish and stared down some of the knowing looks, forever protectful of his loving mother. He knew she was hot, and he especially enjoyed perving at good looking women himself, yet whenever he caught other men staring at his mother or sister with their tongues hanging out, he became deeply enraged.

Once they were sure they had everything, the Watson's began filing out of the plane and into the unbearable heat that can only be found in Southern Africa.


The little Fokker S-144 prop plane was pulled up alongside the giant 747 cargo jet, like a baby nursing at its mother's breast. Two cargo ramps were in constant motion as men transferred equipment from the larger plane to the smaller one. Returning from his chat with the Captain, Roger explained to the rest of the family that they would be taking the smaller one-engine plane, since the 747 was far too large for their needs now.

Judy eyed the plane worryingly and then turned to her husband, "Roger, Darling, I really don't like the look of this plane. It looks so unsafe."

Roger, being a Doctor, had a natural bedside manner and he quelled his anxious wife's fear, giving her a snuggle and squeezing her shapely ass cheeks. "Honey, Honey, stop worrying and enjoy the holiday. I can assure you this plane is safe, I've done it a hundred times before and there's never been a problem.

Several black men were loading equipment into the aeroplane, laughing and slapping each other on the back having a fine time. David and his older sister, Alice, were keen to know what they were joking about, but they gathered they didn't speak English and gave up. It was all for the best, however, as the men were ogling over the boy's mother and sister's luscious curves and how, if given the chance, they would bury their huge penis's into the hilt of their well-toned bodies. David knew nothing of it, however, and he boarded the plane completely ignorant.


Five hours out of Harare, the landscape changed. Once past Goma, near the Zaire border, they found themselves flying over the easternmost fingers of the Congo rain forest. The kids and Judy stared out the window fascinated.

Roger was extremely pleased. Finally his family could see the beautiful landscape which he had attempted to describe to them back at home so many times. He willingly answered all their questions, not growing tired of them one bit.


Meanwhile, the man flying the plane made his last radio call back to base before he would land and then settled in for the remaining three or so hours of the flight.

His heart had just given a little twitch at first, and he had worried a little, but when it had failed to persist he had thought he was fine. However, five minutes later the Captain suffered from a heart attack and collapsed back into his seat, a string of drool hanging from his mouth. Not a soul was even there to witness the pilot's freak death.


Judy was the first to notice the forest getting closer. Even though she had been taking great interest in the landscape, she had also, in the back of her mind, been worrying about the fact that they only had one engine and one pilot. She had therefore, practically been waiting for the plane to drop out of the sky, and when it did she threw a nervous fit at Roger, yelling and screaming.

They were the only ones on the plane, and so it was therefore Roger's job to go and see what the hell was going on.

When he discovered the body, he too, almost nearly had a nervous fit. David, who had been close behind his father when checking the cockpit, seemed to be the only one to remain calm. He found the parachutes and passed them around to the others, who still couldn't believe what was happening.

Luckily, Roger had performed a paradrop before when he was just a young man enlisted in the Army Reserve. He realised the parachutes provided were by far simpler than the ones he had used, and he attached them to each member of the family in the appropriate manner telling them that there was nothing to it, and that the parachute would open by itself.

Alice seemed to have gone into a decline, however, and she refused to do it. Roger strapped her to himself with some guy ropes before pulling the emergency exit open with the help of David.

"David, listen to me!" Roger was shouting across to his son, the wind nearly knocking them over, "I'm going to send you first. Remember the parafoil opens automatically, so don't play with your chute at all. You have lines in both hands, left and right. Pull left to go left, right to go right. You'll land automatically too. Stay loose and relax, take the shock in the legs. Equivalent of jumping off a ten foot ledge. You've done it a thousand times off the school diving board. Do you understand?"

"Sure Dad, nothing to it." The words sounded ridiculous.

"Good luck son." Roger gave his son a hug before throwing him off the ill-fated plane.


David fell, scared to death. His stomach jumped into his throat, and he tasted bile; the wind screamed around his ears and tugged at his hair; and the air was cold - he was instantly chilled and shivering. Below him the rain forest lay spread across rolling hills, however he felt no appreciation for the landscape now, and in fact he closed his eyes.

Too much time had passed. Obviously the parafoil (whatever the fuck it was) was not going to open. Nevertheless, he dared not touch his parachute, his fathers brave words of wisdom echoing through his head amongst the screaming wind. He felt the fierce wind tugging at his feet, whipping his trousers, flapping his shirt against his arms. Nothing was happening. It had been at least three minutes since he'd jumped from the plane. He dared not open his eyes, for fear of seeing the trees rushing up close as his body crashed downwards toward them in his final seconds of life... He felt like throwing up. Bile dribbled from his mouth and flew onto his chest adding to the horrific coldness. Oh how cold it wa...

He snapped upright with a bone-twisting jolt. The chute had opened. David opened his eyes to see that he was now slowly descending with thousands of feet to the ground to spare. Obviously he had only been in the sky for three seconds or so, and his imagination had got the better of him.

Nevertheless, the 'thousands of feet' were chewed up within minutes and David soon found himself steering into a clump of trees. He pulled his cords and twisted to the right, his whole body tilting. He closed his eyes and felt the branch scratching at his face and body as he crashed down and rolled onto the ground.


Not before long, David's mother came crashing down behind him. In fact, crashing was a bad way of describing it, elegant would be more appropriate and David was stunned when he realised his mother's landing had in fact been better then his. This didn't stop him from offering her a hand anyway, not that it seemed as though she needed one, but Judy gratefully accepted her son's hand and then gave him a big hug of relief followed by a fat, sloppy kiss. David just blushed, embarrassed at his mother's affection and love.

After rubbing themselves down and disconnecting themselves from their parachutes the two of them went out in search of Roger and Alice. Just as Judy was beginning to panic they heard some voices in the nearby bushes. They ran across worried that the others might be injured or perhaps worse, however what lay around the corner allowed everybody to laugh, despite the situation they were in.

Roger and Alice hung together from the tree bobbing up and down. Their parafoil had caught in the branches. Roger the man of the moment in the dying plane only a few moments ago had made the worst landing out of all of them. After they had finished laughing, Roger managed to disconnect himself and Alice from their harness, and they dropped to the earth with a thud.

Once they realised they were all safe and well, the family indulged in minutes of hugging and kissing, tears pouring down their cheeks. The happiness didn't last long, however, as Roger had already started to worry about food and shelter and protection. The African jungle was full of dangerous animals who would also be looking for food.


"What about the plane?"

It was starting to get dark, and the Watson's were now sitting down on logs discussing what to do. They had been doing so for at least two hours and they were finally beginning to realise that they were in a hopeless situation. They didn't have any food, apart from some berries on a nearby bush, but Judy didn't want anybody to eat them in case they were poisonous; they didn't have any water and they didn't have any shelter, apart from the trees. They all felt doomed.

"I think it crashed into a mountain ages that way and then exploded," answered Alice pointing East.

"Yeah, I heard the explosion too. Even if we found it, there wouldn't be anything worth retrieving from it, apart from the radio which was probably blown to smithereens."

"Look. Hopefully we didn't land all that far away from the plane so we'll at least be in the radius of the search party's se..." David stopped mid-sentence, a look of shock in his eyes.

"Yeah, go on so..." Roger also stopped, the kaban having stepped out of the bush and into full view of everyone.


He was a light-skinned man about four and a half feet tall, barrel-chested, wearing only a loincloth, with a spear in his hand. He looked around the family, apparently not all that familiar with white people.

The kaban started speaking non-stop, until Roger realised he could speak this dialect of Swahili, and stood up replying quickly in a language that seemed very odd to all the other members of the family.

A brief conversation followed. Roger doing lots of hand pictures, waving his arms around as though he was a plane, and then pointing in the direction where they thought the plane had crashed.

The kaban nodded vigorously and then pointed his finger off into a direction deep in the jungle. Roger suddenly looked relieved, he began nodding and saying a word over and over again, trying to express his overwhelming gratitude. The kaban made some sort of signal, and then three more tribesmen emerged from the bush looking friendly and relaxed.

Roger wasn't given much time to explain to the others what they had spoken about, but apparently now everything was O.K, and that the tribesmen were taking them to their village where they would give them food and water.


The kabans didn't walk through the forest: they ran at a brisk trot, slipping through the forest vines and branches, dodging rain puddles and gnarled tree roots with deceptive ease. Occasionally they glanced over their shoulder and giggled at the difficulties of the four white people who followed.

It wasn't a long trip, however, and after about twenty minutes all four members of the Watson family could smell distinct whiffs of smoke, their mouths beginning to drool at the thought of hot food and water. They were closer then they had expected and all of a sudden they found themselves in a clearing beside a stream where the village was located.

There were ten low rounded huts no more than four feet high, arranged in a semicircle. The villagers were all outside in the remnants of the afternoon light, the women clearing mushrooms and berries picked during the day, or cooking grubs and turtles on crackling fires; the men preparing a large fire in the middle of the village.

Their arrival provoked great interest; the children giggled and pointed; the women touched Judy and Alice's blonde hair, and argued about it; the men just stared. They were led to a newly constructed house at the far end of the village where they were told they could spend the night. They were then provided with food and water, before being told they didn't have to meet the village leader tonight as they were obviously tired, and that they could meet him in the morning and then participate in that day's 'dawn ritual'.

Roger didn't know what the hell they were talking about, and he was too tired to care. He settled himself down onto his 'bed' next to Judy, thinking about what he had seen when entering the village. A girl who looked about 15 years of age had been sitting on an older man's lap allowing him to suck on her breasts. Roger had thought of it as rather odd, but a lot of these African tribes practised strange sexual habits, and obviously sex with a minor to them was the norm. He dozed off, thinking nothing more of it, feeling safe and warm.


When the guide said 'dawn ritual', he really meant dawn. The sun had barely risen an inch above the horizon when the kaban whom they had grown accustomed to, and obviously been assigned in charge of them, came and woke the exhausted family up. They were only given a few minutes to get themselves together before being led out of the hut and down to the other side of the village by the young tribesmen. Roger noticed that the kaban seemed a lot more serious this morning than the previous night, perhaps this dawn ritual was a bigger thing then he had first thought.

Once they reached a substantially larger hut than that of any of the others, they were told to wait, while the guide went inside to check everything was O.K. The family had grown a little nervous together and they waited in anticipation outside the hut, staring in fascination at the two large warriors who stood perfectly still guarding the 'house'.

After about 5 minutes, the familiar kaban popped his head out the door waving his hand for them to come in. The Watsons started to file in, but there had been a misunderstanding which was quickly sorted out between Roger and the kaban. The chief only wanted to see the family's 'leader', and the tribesmen had assumed Roger was the man. Judy felt insulted, but at the same time she agreed it was better Roger went as he could speak the tribe's language almost fluently.


They were in there for some time, and Judy and the kids eventually found themselves sitting down outside the hut as their legs had grown tired from standing. Roger eventually emerged however, yet the expression on his face didn't look like a good sign.

Judy ran up to her husband, anxious to find out what had happened, but she was roughly knocked away by one of the warriors who had come out of the hut with Roger. Several more came out and then apprehended each member of the family, tying their wrists together with some sort of grassy string and then leading them towards the middle of the village where a large clearing of soft grass lay.

Judy managed to ask Roger what was going on, and receive a quick reply: "It's OK," before being told to hush by the same guide who had been so friendly the previous night.

Nothing happened at first, but Roger and the others were puzzled and confused. However, not before long the drums started to play and kaban families started to emerge from their huts, paint on their faces, and decorations hanging around their necks. For a second, Judy started to wonder if they were going to be eaten, and the tribe had fattened them up last night in a Hansel and Gretel manner, yet it seemed unlikely as no cannibal pots were visible, nor any weapons or fires.

Once the entire village had assembled around the clearing of short grass, the drums and singing stopped. Four huge looking black men walked into the middle of the clearing carrying the leader's throne with him sitting in it - their straining biceps making it obvious the load wasn't that of a light one.

The 'chieftain' (as that was what the family later came to call him) was placed down on a small hill slightly above the clearing. What looked like his wife, or wives, swarmed around him and placed themselves on various areas of his throne. The music then started again and four more big looking warriors strode into the middle of the clearing carrying some type of totem-pole. It was stood up, towering above the villagers, who now seemed to have arranged themselves in groups of four or five, obviously their respective immediate family.

Then a man of a notably lighter blackness then the rest of the tribe entered the circle which had been created. He started screaming and dancing around, gathering up momentum from the tribe. Many of them were staring into the sky, humming and singing in glass breaking decibels. All of a sudden the music stopped, and the tribal dancer man fell to his knees screeching some African word. The village repeated the word in unison and then began undressing, discarding the very few pieces of clothing which they had on in the first place. The Watson family stared on in awe, absolutely baffled at what was going on.

All but Roger, that is. Roger knew exactly what was about to happen. The chieftain had told him inside the hut and had, in fact, invited Roger and his family to join in. At first Roger, had thought there was some misinterpretation, that he was getting some words mixed up, but he had been right the first time - botsi was Swahilian for incest.

When Roger immediately refused, it turned out the chieftain's invitation hadn't really been an option, it had been a request. The chieftain had insisted, and Roger had remained stubborn, he wouldn't make his family take part in such a degenerate act. The village's leader was deeply offended by his guests' rejection of tribe tradition and he subsequently punished them. The family was to watch the mornings 'dawn ritual' and if they felt like it they could join in. If not, they would be led away by two warriors to an area far from the village without food or water. They would be left there for the night. The next morning some men would return for them to see if they had 'changed their mind', if not they would be left again and so on, and so on, until they either starved to death or complied to the tribe's wishes.

None of the Watson's but Roger knew this of course. They wouldn't learn the full story until later that day, out in the jungle, after they had been left to die by the merciless tribe. So when the naked tribesmen started 'making love' to what appeared to be either their mother or father, or son or daughter, or even brother or sister, Judy and the kids had to work out what was going on for themselves.

Judy made a couple of attempts to block David and Alice's eyes, but she was stopped each time by one of the unusually large warriors. It didn't seem as though either of them minded watching the 'show' anyway, David in particular. Alice was more subtle in her approach, but it was still obvious she was interested.

Judy even caught herself staring more than once. There was a mother and son couple only a few metres away from her, and she was somewhat fascinated with the looks of extreme pleasure on both of their faces. The woman also kept letting out little moans and groans of sheer bliss. 'Was it really that good?' Judy thought. An image of her and David in a similar position suddenly shot through her mind, but Judy quickly shook the picture from her head.

David and to some extent Roger as well, despite the drastic knowledge he held, were both having the most difficulty. To their embarrassment both had acquired rather large hard-ons and both were terrified of being discovered by one of the girls. Both tried to think of other things, but they failed dismally. Such a task was impossible with all the things that were happening directly in front of them, especially for David who was going through some of the most sexual years of his life.

After a while, the family gave up trying to look away. They all stared in fascination and amazement. Towards the end, David's tongue was practically hanging out. He had just watched a father inject a shit load of come into what appeared to be his daughter. The sight had nearly caused the boy to cream his pants. Sure they were African tribesmen with big noses, and saggy tits, but the concept of incest made the boy's perverted young mind want to explode.

The entire ritual lasted about half an hour; it had seemed like an eternity to the Watson's. Once the tribe had finished indulging in their 'religious' homage to their God, Roger was told once again the choice they had. They could join them; or they could starve to death. Roger didn't even reconsider his first choice.

The family was lead in single file far away from the village through thick jungle along a 'path'. They then left this 'path' and were directed into the very deep midst of the rainforest to where they would be left until the morning. The entire trip had taken more than hour. Roger had made an attempt of remembering the way, but it was useless - most of the jungle appeared to be identical and obvious landmarks were hard to find. The Watsons were doomed, and this is generally all they talked about once they had been left and Roger had explained everything.

A few attempts were made to forage for food, but it seemed the tribe had chosen a fruitless area on purpose. The family dared not go exploring further for fear of getting lost and not being able to find their way back to the clearing.


"Why do you think they practice incest? I mean sure, they might worship sex and all, but why not just stick to that instead of...y'know having family sex?"

It was now dark, and the Watson's were lying down on the cold ground, cuddled up together for warmth. They had all started to feel their stomachs rumbling a couple of hours ago, and Alice was trying to talk to keep her and everybody else's mind off it.

"They think it's purer than the normal stuff."

There was a short, stunned silence. It was the first thing Roger had said since finishing telling his story about his meeting with the chieftain. He went on, "Incest that is. They believe sexual intercourse between immediate family members will preserve their tribe in the best possible manner. Well, it's something like that. I'm not quite sure about what they said, I was too shocked after they told me the first bit to listen to anything else."

"At least they don't sacrifice people to their Gods or anything, that would be worse."

It was David.

"At least they're not cannibals," said Judy, shivering at the thought she had had earlier in the day.

"Well, I tell ya what. They're not far from it. Fancy, starving us to death, just because we won't practice their filthy habits. It makes me so angry!"

It was unusual for Roger to get angry, and the family weren't very used to it.

Not much was said after that, they had all been reminded of the life and death situation which they were in. They had survived a plane crash, but might some sex-crazed tribe get the better of them. It was the topic of much thought that night out in the rainforest of the Congo. The Watson's eventually fell asleep, their dreams fuelled with the devious images they had witnessed earlier in the day.


Roger woke at the very first sign of sunlight the next day, his stomach surprisingly in reasonable condition, despite his 18 hour or so fast. He had made sure that he was awake before everybody else, he wanted to see the warriors by himself. He didn't know exactly what time they would come, but he had a feeling it would be early.

While he waited for their arrival, the Doctor searched the nearby area for a heavy log. He found a perfect match - a club like branch which had fallen off a tree in the night. "Excellent," Roger thought, as the wood would still be alive and therefore a lot harder than that of any rotting stuff.

He placed himself strategically, near the area in which the kabans had dropped them off, hoping the warriors would enter from the same direction. There was a nice shrub of bushes to hide in too, and he waited patiently for the warriors to arrive.

They emerged from the jungle so quietly that Roger hardly noticed them. One minute he had been thinking about how hard he was going to beat them with the large stick he had in his hand, and the next minute one of them was standing right next to him. They hadn't seen him though, and Roger rugby tackled the first from his crouching position. It was a rather pointless manoeuvre however, as the Doctor found himself down on the ground struggling with a very big warrior, while the other one stood above them motioning a spear at his forehead shouting absurdities.

The next thing he knew, the rest of the family were up shouting at him to stop, and begging the other tribesmen not to kill him.

Roger stopped his struggling and let go, getting up and holding his hands up in the 'surrender' fashion.

The tackled tribesmen also got up, and brushed himself down. He turned to Roger, "Never! Never again." The other then asked him if they agreed to participate in tomorrow's ritual. Roger spat at him, but the warrior did not react like Roger had anticipated. Instead they brazenly turned their backs to the family, and disappeared back into the jungle where they had come from.

"Wait! Wait! Please don't go!" Judy cried in despair, "God Dammit! We need you! We need food!"

Nobody returned. Silence fell upon the small clearing. Everything had happened so fast. In a way, most had been looking forward to the meeting, it brought some meaning to their day. But now they had gone, and the family was back to where they had started.


It was much the same that night as it had been the previous. This time, however, they were a lot hungrier, a lot sicker, and a little more crazy. The highlight of the day had been managing to drink water out of a enormous tree leaf which had collected the rain during the previous night.

Less was said as well. Before falling asleep, Alice asked a question. "Daddy, you never asked us what we wanted to do."

There was no reply.

The family didn't fall asleep that night. They passed out.


The two kaban's found the bodies in a pile the next day. They looked dead, but they weren't.

One crouched down in front of Roger, 'the leader'.

"Do you agree?"

The Swahilian words echoed in Roger's head and he struggled to make the translation in his unhealthy state, he even answered in English accidentally.

"Yes. Yes," he whispered, "We'll do it."

The tribesmen responded in confused Swahili. 'What was he saying? What do you mean?'

Roger realised his mistake and replied in the African tongue.

The warriors stood up with big grins on their faces, and sprinted off into the forest. Roger panicked, terrified that they were leaving him and that they thought he had said no, but they had understood him.

They returned with 18 or so strong men, followed by women carrying huge dishes of food, and jugs of water.

The Watson's were treated like royal family after that. They were fed, re-hydrated, and carried back to the village where they were left to sleep and recuperate for the big ritual in the morning.

Not a word was spoken between the family. Roger couldn't look at any of them, let alone tell them the decision he had made on behalf of all of them. They knew though, they would have given their consent at the time if they had had the strength to do so.


The family were woken extra early the next morning. They needed to be 'prepared' for the ritual.

They were led down to the creek, where they were made to jump in and bathe. They weren't asked to remove their clothes, so none of them did. They needed the wash anyway, and the Watson's were still modest despite the fate which they all knew lay ahead of them.

After washing they were left on a sunny bank to dry while their breakfast was brought to them. They were all amazed at how well they were treated, now that they had conceded to the chieftain's wishes.

Judy brought the subject up. "Honey you made the right decision," she said taking a hand up from the ground to stroke her husbands cheek.

He didn't say anything, just looked away in the opposite direction. Alice noticed and tried to make her father feel better. "Daddy, it's alright. It isn't your fault, we all would have said yes, if we could have."

"She's right dad, you made the right decision."

Roger felt like crying. What a wonderful family he had. He turned to them, "Thanks kids. It means a lot." Then they all hugged like they had after the plane crash, glad to be alive and together.

Breakfast didn't last long however, and they were soon summoned to the same clearing where they had witnessed the 'ritual' a couple of days ago. The chieftain was carried out just like he had been before, and his several daughters perched themselves on either side of his throne or lap. He then shouted something in Swahili, and the two warriors looking after the Watson's came to attention, and led the family over in front of the leader.

A long conversation between Roger and the chieftain followed, the leader of the kabans even laughing at one stage. Unfortunately, Roger didn't look so happy. He turned around to Judy.

"Well? Hurry up, what is it?" Judy demanded, the anticipation killing her.

"We have to go first."

Judy's heart sunk.

"In front of everybody."

It sunk again.

"Why, damn it, why?" Judy complained.

"There's more..."

"What? What!?"

Roger had trouble saying it. "They want you and David to go first."


"Oh God, Why?"

Judy and David now stood in the middle of the clearing, the incestuous tribe gathered round them, including Roger and Alice. Both of them were held firmly by guards just in case they tried to stop anything and just prolong the inevitable. Both had to watch, however, that was all part of the tradition and besides, Roger had to act as the translator anyway.

"Romeddi. Romeddi." The chieftain was giving the orders.

It killed Roger to say it, but he knew he had to.

"Judy, David," Roger managed to mumble.

Mother and son both looked up, nervously awaiting the first of their commands.

"Take off your clothes."

It should have been the easiest order of the lot, getting down to business would be the hard stuff, yet Judy and David struggled just to disrobe despite the fate which they both knew lay ahead of them.

Judy slowly slid her now dirty skirt down her long legs, and then placed it neatly on the ground. The blue mini looked ridiculous sitting there on the jungle floor. The young mother then removed her t-shirt and placed it next to the skirt. She had removed her bra sometime after the plane crash as it had quickly grown uncomfortable in the bush.

David finished removing his khaki pants and then shyly flung off his boxers. He then stood up straight and looked across at his beautiful mother who was now only in a pair of skimpy white panties. The tribesmen barked another order and Judy, not having to be told, slowly slipped off her cotton underwear.

The chieftain then passed the next order through Roger who seemed to be having trouble working out what a word meant. They gave up trying and instead a guard entered the circle, grabbed Judy roughly by the wrist and dragged her across to David. She was then made to kneel at her son's knees. The chieftain repeated the command to Roger, and this time the father understood, repeating the order with a look of gloom on his face.

Judy had been expecting the order, so she was prepared in a way. Still what could prepare a mother for sucking on her own son's penis? A tear rolled down her cheek as she reached out and took a hold of David's cock and began pumping it, simultaneously playing with his balls. The boy's cock was limp, but he was a teenager, and despite the fact that it was his mother kneeling in front of him David's cock still responded to its treatment. When her son's penis had grown to its full 7 inches Judy opened her mouth and then engulfed the head of David's cock. The boy emitted a groan of lust, and despite himself thrust his pelvis forward jamming an extra inch into his mother's mouth. Judy had to grab his cock to control him, and was soon fisting the bottom of the teen's member while sucking on the top.

Meanwhile, Alice and Roger stood completely still, not daring to look away from the shocking image occurring directly in front of them, let alone at each other, both knowing that they would soon find themselves in a similar position.

Judy closed her eyes while she sucked on her son's rod trying to imagine that it was Roger's, but it was useless; both had such different tastes. She swallowed another inch, and David emitted yet another load groan, but this time it meant something. The boy was about to come.

The tribesmen realised David was close to orgasm and they quickly broke up the incestuous scene, giving the boy time to recover. David was then told to lie down on his back and Judy instructed to 'mount' him. The young mother did as she was told and squatted above her son's groin, her legs straining to keep her up. The order was repeated and when Judy did nothing a warrior slapped her in the face. He then yanked at her hair until she finally took hold of David's cock and positioned it below her vagina. Her cheek still stinging, Judy grabbed her son's erect penis and held it in place while she attempted to 'board' it. There was some trouble getting it in at first, but not before long Judy impaled herself on her very own son's penis. The effects on the boy were mind-blowing; not only was he experiencing his very first act of sexual intercourse, but he was also feeling the warm depths of the forbidden territory of his mother's pussy.

The couple remained silent and still for a minute as they lay there connected, inside one another. The mood of the tribe had changed and every member of the family could sense their excitement.

Judy did not have to be told to begin riding David's cock, she did it of her own will hoping to get the torture over and done with. The teenager could only respond to his mother's thrusts and he naturally began pumping just as he had seen on the adult movies at home. Not before long mother and son were in perfect time and their genitalia crushed together in exact unison.

The event didn't last long however, as it was David's first fuck and that meant he had been dying to blow his load from the very start. The boy stopped dead, terrified by the thought of injecting his jism into his mum's womb and impregnating her. Nevertheless, the kabans would have none of it and they mercilessly forced the family to go on. David did as he was told and despite Judy's struggles gave one final grunt and let his semen fly deep up inside his mother's belly. Wad after wad of hot incestuous sperm unloaded into Judy's pussy until David was fully drained.

The two then lay motionless, shocked and absolutely stunned at what they had just done. Roger and Alice didn't move a hair. They were pale.


The two of them stood there wide apart both naked and both afraid to look at one another in the eye. They were experiencing the awkwardness of a situation which a mother and son are never meant to experience.

Nobody had spoken a word since Judy and David had been ordered to get up and watch the completion of their family's 'initiation'. Silence fell upon the village again as a guard slowly dragged Alice along the ground by her shoulders and pushed her down to her knees in front of her father. Two other dark black burly looking warriors made sure Roger did not move as Alice with trembling hands began to unhook his belt and open the buttons of his pants.

Roger Watson could not help himself as the incestuous scene was being played out. An unstoppable stirring in his cock became an almost instant erection contained only by his trousers. As Alice opened the last button, his firm shaft sprang up with its dark red head almost hitting her in the face. Alice stared at her fathers shaft and knew what she was to do but couldn't. A warrior helped by pushing her head down until her lips were pressed against it. Slowly she opened her lips and felt the warm cock slide into her mouth. Some inbuilt sense that all women were born with began to control her as she sucked and pumped the length of his cock.

The kaban tribe enjoyed the scene for a while but the chieftain wanted the main event to proceed. He quickly shouted an order to one of his henchmen standing behind Alice who promptly cut the tube top she was wearing allowing her breasts to flop out into the open. Seeing that Roger was almost ready to come the warrior pulled her away and laid her down on the rug. Pulling her jeans and panties off he exposed another golden thatch of hair even more impressive than her mothers. Two warriors each grabbed one of Roger's arms and lifted him up and pressed him on top of his daughter. "Ibani uck dinto onto onto," said the warrior as he poked the spear into Roger's neck. The literal translation was "put your cock in your daughter now." The middle-aged man was too close to coming to resist. He looked down at the fantastic figure of his daughter and taking his cock in hand guided it into her virgin cunt.

There was no hymen to be broken as Alice had made a bloody discovery of it in her early days of masturbation. This was, however, like her brother, Alice's first time. It's said that the losing of one's virginity is 'bad' for a male and 'terrible' for a woman. In Alice's case, fucking her father didn't make it any easier.

Roger thrust in and out of Alice's young vagina despite her groans of pain, and cursed himself for actually feeling the pleasure from the experience. Sure, he hated what he was doing, but the sheer warmth and tightness of Alice's pussy was like something in a wet dream.

Like David, Roger stopped moving when he was about to ejaculate. He just couldn't, wouldn't impregnate his darling little girl. He paid the price and the tribesmen poured down on him with sticks and clubs, but Roger wouldn't give.

Finally, Alice spoke up to her belaboured father. "Daddy, it's O.K. You can 'go' my cycle's out of sync."

That and the continuous blows which were pounding down on Roger's back were enough to let him make his decision. He once again began pumping in and out of Alice's teenage pussy and did so until he climaxed, his jizz flying up into his little girl's womb.

"Kotsi."

It meant "Get up."


Roger Watson rolled over onto his side. The beds of leaves these tribesmen used were horribly uncomfortable. At least it wasn't cold as well, he thought, like it may well have been in a lot of other places. And at least he wasn't hungry.

After the family had done what they had done, the rest of the tribe had joined in with their own family members and then the whole village had celebrated with a massive feast. The food had been good, but none of the Watson's were really in the mood to eat. It was probably best they didn't as well, as they may well have thrown it up later when thinking about what had happened earlier in the day.

Everybody had eaten at dinner however. That was a good sign, yet nobody had spoken a word the entire day and Roger was starting to wonder if whether the family would have been better off dead. He still had hope though, as the chieftain had pulled him aside at the feast and told him not to worry. "They would soon learn to enjoy the wonders of sexual relations between immediate family." Well that was what Roger thought he said, these god damn Africans spoke so fucking quickly sometimes.

The village now lay deadly silent in the night. The Watson's had been designated a better hut now that they had 'complied' to tribal tradition, and Roger lay awake worrying about their future. He didn't lie next to Judy like he had previous nights, everybody lay alone in their separate little area afraid to look at or touch anybody else.

"Huh. 'Learn to enjoy the wonders of sexual relations between immediate family'," Roger thought, "What a load of fucking bullshit." He closed his eyes and went to sleep.


When her cunt was under his cock, he stopped drawing her toward him and pushed his cock-head through the spread outer cunt-lips. The cock-head was hot against her closed inner slit.

It was the fifth day after the Watson's 'initiation'. So far each day had been the same as the first. The family would be made to participate in the morning ritual and then left to do as they pleased. Today was therefore the fifth time David and Judy made love and the boy was now becoming quite good at it.

The young mother rocked her ass slightly, working her inner cunt-lips against David's cock-head, forcing the cunt-lips to part. The advancing head of her son's cock pushed her pussy open little by little, and the prick-head worked inside until pain stabbed through her cunt.

"Oh!" she cried out.

"Mum! I hurt you."

She put a hand on his shoulder. "That's all right, Davey. I'm O.K. Just keep going or they'll get mad."

While he pushed against her, she rocked her ass and her fuck-hole parted, letting his cock-head inside.

Now he slowly fucked into her, making the tingling warmth swell through her cunt as his cock-shaft slipped deeper.

She gripped his shoulders, drawing her ass up off the ground.

"You okay, Mum?"

"I'm fine, honey. Just keep going!" Judy's voice was almost hoarse and a little short of breath.

Roger Watson suddenly awoke from the trance he was in. He and Alice were standing nearby, once again being forced to watch. A bolt of anxiety shot down the middle-aged man's back. It appeared as though Judy was enjoying herself. "Don't be stupid," the father thought, "you're just being over sensitive." But the last of Roger's sense of self-assurance was shot to ribbons when another flash of pleasure flew across his wife's face. "God damn! The bitch was enjoying it!" Roger was suddenly overwhelmed with rage. But then he thought back to the last couple of days and he too had found his 'sessions' with Alice a lot more easier then before.

David drew his cock back, letting the swell of warmth decline, stopping when the bulge of the cock-head tugged at her cunt-slit. Then he fucked back in fully, bringing back the tingling warmth.

While his cock stroked in and back out, it made the waves of tingling heat rise and fall, rise and fall. Judy braced her feet on the ground and rocked her hips to her son's cock-strokes, tipping her cunt for him to fuck straight in, then rolling her ass back, making his prick-shaft rub back hard on her clit.

David's cock drove harder and she lunged her ass up harder, as well. Her whole upper body relaxed and she whined and writhed under him while the tingling waves of warmth built in her cunt, rising and falling, rising and falling. She made her hips undulate, swinging her ass up, letting it back, swinging it up, letting it back.

David's face was getting red and he grunted with each cock-stroke.

He lunged against his mother and lay quivering as his come spurted hotly in her cunt. His come pumped over and over, each time a little less than the time before. Finally, it stopped altogether.

Judy too had climaxed and she lay there sprawled on her back, her thighs convulsing and spasming as David lay in between her legs injecting load after load of hot come into her womb.


After noticing the looks of lust and pleasure on Judy's face Roger had been mad with his wife. He wasn't one to stay mad for a long time though and he very rarely got angry. He was an aid-worker for the UN for Christ sake! It wasn't in his nature to get mad.

However, now that Roger's anger had gone he had become rather upset. He was looking forward to getting back at Judy by emitting a few groans of his own when his turn with Alice came. Much to Roger's frustration however, this could not be. The kaban's had not requested that he and his daughter follow tribe tradition today as an act of goodwill. They knew how much their guests hated performing tribe rituals and because Roger had saved a child's life earlier in the morning using his knowledge of medicine, they felt obligated to pay him back in some way.

The tribe was so grateful in fact, that they had allowed Roger to spend the rest of the afternoon as he pleased. So the middle-aged father was now strolling down by the river cursing everything. Himself for actually wanting to fuck Alice, Judy for fucking David and liking it, and last but not least this fucking tribe for doing this to him and his family. He also began to wonder if they would ever escape from this strange world. Would a search party ever come?

It was these things which dominated Roger Watson's trail of thought when he came upon Alice sunbaking on a rock next to the river in the afternoon sun.

Roger immediately paused when he saw someone there, but when he realised it was Alice he began to walk over for a talk. Although he hesitated for a second or two. Things were so awkward among the family now after what had happened between them. Nevertheless, Roger pushed the thought out of his mind and sauntered over to Alice keen on knocking down the walls which had grown so high these last few days.

"Honey?"

Alice jumped a little, "Jesus daddy, you scared me."

"Oh, I'm sorry baby I didn't mean to frighten you."

"That's O.K daddy, you just surprised me that's all."

The awkwardness was so thick you could cut it with a knife, Roger thought. He cracked, not being able to bear it any longer.

"God damn it Alice, baby, what's happened to us? We can't let what these people have made us do come between us."

Roger was now sitting next to her and Alice let a tear roll down her cheek as she snuggled up to him and leant her head on his shoulder.

"Ooh daddy I'm sorry! I still love you, things are just a bit different now, but they'll go back to normal."

She wrapped her arms around Roger and he too embraced his little girl, happy to feel her snuggled up in his arms once again. They stayed that way for a while, enjoying the moment. Alice then wiggled herself into her father's lap and began joking and playing with him, just like they did when she was little.

Alice squirmed and jiggled around on Roger's lap, her firm well-shaped ass rubbing up and down on his scrotum. The erection which followed was therefore inevitable.

Roger prayed she wouldn't feel it, but she did. And when she did, Alice suddenly stopped and so did Roger. He looked guiltily into his daughter's eyes ashamed of the lust which now oozed out of him, and she in turn stared back. Roger studied her beautiful face right down from her long blonde hair to her dark eyebrows and green eyes, made even clearer by her shiny red lips and long dark eyelashes. There was silence. And then they kissed.


Her jeans slid down her legs and she chucked her panties after them, both landing on the grass next to her kookai shirt. Now Alice was stripped, and posed proudly for her father's eyes as they roamed over her body. She was glad her tits were high and that she had plenty of honeyblonde pubic hair.

Alice then approached her father and wrapped her arms around his neck. Holding him frantically close, Alice drew her lips across his, forced her tongue between them, then retreated before the rapid, hungry onslaught of his tongue. Roger shoved his long, thick tongue down her throat, and his big body moved upon hers, his hard cock raking across her heaving tummy.

Lifting her knees and spreading her legs, she hiked her pelvis up for him, making it easy for the searching head of his cock to find her humid slot. The spongy, but hard core, head probed into her vulva, and her cunt lips stretched to allow it inside them. Carefully, her father pushed the thick, heavy shaft into her writhing body, feeding the pulsing glans inside, forcing her lips to go elastic and make room.

"Oh daddy" she cried. "I love you! I love you! --oh! Daddy, daddy."

Roger's penis slowly slid in and in to his daughter's youthful pussy. The passion was high and both acted like animals as they released the sexual tension which they had been taught to love.

Bracing his knees against the soft grass, Roger rolled Alice back upon her shoulders. "You can take it better this way," he panted. "You're wide open to me now." Alice just smiled and nodded her head in approval.

He stroked her, backing out his cock until her cunt lips fought to keep a grip on the flanged head, then thrusting his pole so deep that she thought it was going to tear up into her belly. But she could take it all, and moaned deliriously when his balls swung into the uplifted crack of her ass.

Alice couldn't get her legs around him, so she worked her heels down and dug them into the hollows behind his knees, taking a strong hold there so she could pound her crotch up at him and meet his every surging, churning stroke. Her father seesawed his huge cock into her stretched pussy, hitting bottom with every grinding lurch and making her jerk.

She came suddenly, without warning, because there was no way she could keep him from massaging her clitoris. Great, rolling waves of her climax broke in her vagina, and she shook her ass violently in response, gritting her teeth and moaning through them.

"Hold on, baby," he said. "I'm not far behind you - here it comes!"

His discharge thundered hissing into her vagina, sending a deluge of wonderful semen splashing inside her. Her womb tightened, and her asshole snapped shut as the beautiful, greasy stuff rinsed her cunt walls. Her daddy was pumping her full of his come, releasing the physical proof of his love for her, flooding her with his man juice.

Alice worshipped him for it, and sank into a blissful state of drowsiness.


That night Roger told everyone that they would be sleeping together just like they had in the earlier days. Nobody argued. Roger felt the best he had in a long time as he drifted to sleep; Judy on his left, Alice on his right.


It was rather ironic when the plane came. They were all fucking at the time, and it was a fair assessment of how life had been for the past week and a half.

The thing that Roger remembered the most however, was how Judy didn't even notice it fly past. She was too wound up in her and David's morning fuck to even notice the loud engine roar by overhead.

It seemed she and David had been the only ones not to notice it as the kabans immediately stopped what they were doing and glared into the sun, amazed at the bird-like machine. Roger had watched Judy hump herself up and down on her son's cock, moaning and groaning while he grasped her breasts holding on for dear life. Such acts had only recently become part of Judy and David's repertoire, and when they had, not a word was spoken by anybody on the subject. As for Roger and Alice, their love making had also become noticeably more passionate, but a code of silence enveloped the Watson family on such matters.

They had not been rescued immediately, despite the plane's tilt of the wings signalling that they had been spotted. The rescue party didn't actually arrive until two days later. Paratroopers had been dropped off at a safer point, and they had then hiked down into the valley where the village had been identified on satellite. Getting out of the jungle had been the hardest. The soldiers had spent half a day looking for a clearing in which a helicopter could land safely. After that the Watson's had been flown to Cape Town where they were debriefed by authorities and interviewed by the media.

Dr. Watson did most of the talking, describing the kabans "as a very nice people who had been very caring and giving...without ever asking for anything in return..."

Back in Australia there was another brush with the media, but once again there was no mention of the tribes rituals or beliefs. The papers grew sick of the story after a day or so and the current affair programs shortly followed.


PART 2 - HOME SWEET HOME

David was up early on Wednesday morning, unable to sleep. The Watson's had been home for two days now and his back still killed whenever he lay down on a mattress. Sleeping on those hut floors must have really fucked him up, thought David with a smirk.

He spent a long time in the shower, enjoying the hot water, soaping himself thoroughly.

As he dried himself he released a sigh and thought about how good it felt to be nice and clean again.

Standing before the sink he thought about what he had done that first day after they got home. Just thinking about it made him get tingly all over. It hadn't been another order; he had really, actually, fucked his mother. Both of them had done it by their own free will, both reluctant to give up the pleasures which they had grown to love so much.

Alice and Roger had both been sleeping when it happened, in fact David and Judy had been doing so as well. The family had all crashed when arriving home from the airport exhausted by jetlag and a shit load of other things. Judy, and David as it turned out, both had trouble sleeping. When David awoke he had found himself the subject of a morning erection and he got up to go to the toilet when he heard a noise in the kitchen. He went to investigate only to discover his hot mother leaning over the kitchen table reading the paper in only a t-shirt and panties. David had quietly snuck up behind her and then wrapped his big arms around her waist grinding his pelvis against her shapely ass. Judy had responded by turning around and passionately kissing him. Mother and son had then proceeded to undress and then bonk each other's brains out right there on the kitchen table.

David now looked down and saw his shaft rising, the head spreading as if it could feel the magic caress of his mum's velvet cunt. Those sleek, long legs and the way she moved her crotch, the way she rolled her terrific ass--David got hard all over and his balls began to ache.

Damn, David thought; he wanted to fuck some more, it felt like it had been days since that last fuck. He kinda dreamed of just doing it even if Alice or his dad were there. As, he reasoned, they had watched them do it in the jungle, what difference did it matter if they continued to do it at home. But deep down he knew his argument was hopeless. What really frustrated him however, was how there had been no mention of the 'incest thing' at all. The family hadn't spoken about it together at all, they just went about life as though nothing had ever happened. That is, except his mother and himself who had decided together that falling out of that plane had been the best thing that had ever happened to them.

Trying to whistle, he went downstairs and headed for the kitchen, his stomach growling. He had already downed a glass of juice and had bread in the toaster when she came in. David looked up at her, thinking that his mother was fantastically beautiful in a red robe that clung to her hips and outlined the high mounds of her fine tits. The robe swung away from her molded legs when she walked, too, and the glimpse of them made his mouth dry up.

Her light blonde hair swung loosely down her back, and she wore red lipstick that made him somehow think of the lips of her cunt, those soft, soft lips he had never actually seen up close. He blushed when her eyes caught his, and felt like some kind of nut because his face turned red. But she smiled at him, her lashes half lowered over sultry dark eyes, and he perked up immediately.

"Good morning, dear," she murmured. "Did you sleep well?"

"Kind of," he said. "But I wanted to be in your bed."

She came to stand close and lift a scented hand to his cheek. "I know, honey; I wanted you there, too. Maybe there'll be a chance today. Would you like that?"

Damn! He wanted to grab her and rub his stiffening cock into her belly, to hold her by the cheeks of that alluring ass and to bury his face between her tits. "I have to screw you today, mum; I have to."

Her smile widened, and she dropped her hand to squeeze his prick. "So eager and ready. Just as soon as it's possible, darling; I promise."

As David avidly watched her make a pot of coffee, he thought about how much the way they talked to each other had changed. It was so erotic and exciting now. They would whisper dirty obscenities to each other when David and Alice weren't looking, and steal little squeezes from each other, similar to the one his mother had just done only a few seconds ago. David loved it, and he knew his mother did too.

When he heard somebody else coming, he hurried to the table and sat down to hide his erection. It was Alice, looking fresh and supremely happy, dressed in tight cutoffs and a floppy but thin bandanna shirt that showed the bouncy movement of her tits.

His sister was really a cute girl, he thought, one that any guy would be lucky to screw. He wondered why the tribesmen hadn't made him and Alice fuck, in a way now, he wish they had.

"Hi, everybody," Alice said, skipping over to the stove and putting her arms around her mother's waist to kiss the back of her neck. "Morning, mum."

"Good morning Honey. Happy to be home?"

"You bet," Alice said, "I slept like a log last night on my soft mattress."

Alice was bringing her toast across to the table when Roger came down to breakfast.

"Morning," Roger said brightly, "How is everyone?"

Nobody really answered they just grunted and smiled. Apart from Judy that is, she embraced her husband with a big hug and a good morning kiss. Things were starting to return to normal, thought Roger with a smile as he returned his wife's favour, moving a hand down to her curvaceous ass and giving it a little squeeze.

"Better hurry, dad," Alice said. "Remember you promised to take me into the city to buy some new clothes today."

Judy Watson turned from the stove, one eyebrow going up. "Oh honey, don't pressure you're daddy like that. It's his last day off before he has to go back to work, and besides I can take you shopping.

"Don't worry honey, it's fine," Roger said looking up from his cup of coffee. "I'm happy to spend my last day off with my darling daughter, and I've got a couple of things to do in the city myself."

David met his mother's eyes in mute, intent appeal, and she nodded slightly. "All right, then; if your happy to do so that's great."


Somehow, David had managed to hold himself together until they left. It had seemed to take an eternity for the station wagon to pull out of the driveway. Even after it had gone, he sat there for a few seconds just to make sure.

"Mum," he said, "can I help with the dishes?"

"I'm putting them in the washer," she answered quietly. "They can wait, but I'm not so sure I can."

She held his hand as they walked upstairs to the bedroom and closed the blinds. But David wanted some light, so he snapped on the bar lamp as she turned to him with her hands by her sides and her chin up.

Not a word was said as she reached to undo the belt of her robe.

He sat on the side of the bed, knowing a trembling in his legs, and watched her open the robe. The red of it made a bright frame for the long, willowy body exposed to his view, and he gazed enraptured at the creamy expanse of woman flesh she showed him. His mum's tits quivered at the least movement of her shoulders, and he stared at them fixedly as she dropped the robe.

They were rich and heavy, round and firm, with those long, brown nipples sticking out invitingly. She cupped them in both hands, offering them to him, and her voice was low in her throat when she said, "Hadn't you better get out of your jeans, dear?"

Fumbling at his zipper, he dropped his eyes over the smooth planes of her belly, down to that prized treasure between her full thighs. His mother's pubic hair was as golden as honey, curled tightly, thickly grown in an entrancing vee whose tips narrowed and spread themselves up into the delicate creases formed by her groin and the upper reaches of her incomparable thighs.

"You-you're so beautiful, it hurts my eyes," he mumbled.

Her smile was warm and bitchy, her tongue darting out pinkly to wet her red lips. "Do you really think so, David? I'm so glad; I want to be beautiful for you, hot for you."

Her hand left her breasts and slid insinuatingly over her hips, down across her belly, and her slim fingers toyed with her mound. "Here I am, honey. Here's what you want."

David kicked out of his jeans and whipped his t-shirt over his head, not knowing or caring where it landed. His stiff cock stood erect, the head of it glistening, and already a tiny droplet of fluid hung there.

But when he stepped down and went toward her, his mother drifted back. "Just a second, dear. Yesterday you said you wanted me to teach you something, and I will. Here, let me take a pillow."

Uncertainly, he stood with his prick thrust out while she stooped to place the pillow upon the bedroom floor. "There, David; there are two ways for a man to eat a woman, and I'll show you the first one. Lie down, darling, and put your head on this."

Obediently, for he would do anything for this woman, he stretched out on the carpet with his head braced. She moved over and put one shapely foot on each side of his rigid body, so that he looked up into the hairy nest he adored. David could see the lips of her cunt then, peeping shyly pink from the black furry thatch. It was like a mouth, he thought, but far more lovely, and beckoning him to know its richness.

Slowly, she crouched, bending her body bit by bit until she was kneeling over him. Her knees snugged his hips, and she rubbed them up and down tenderly, swinging her hips, making the round white globes of her breasts sway provocatively.

She then moved so that her cunt came down upon his belly, hot and softly wirey, crispy but somehow soft moss. Working it around, she made him wiggle, and he reached for her hips.

But when he touched them, his mother slid up to his chest and gave him a few moments to revel in the intimacy of her pussy on his breastbone. As he stared into the dark, shaggy forest of her pubic hair, she said, "Just do what comes naturally, Davey. Kiss it and love it, and run your tongue right on inside the lips. Up near the top, when you feel around, you'll find my clit; it's a little nubby thing like a pea. Work on that darling."

As she moved even closer, he caught the pungent aroma of her cunt, a perfume all her own, musky and sensuous, like some night blooming flower. Crisp and beguiling, her mat was at his nose, and with a sigh of happiness, David stroked her ass cheeks and nuzzled into the tempting fleece.

It was woolly against his face as he went into it, and right away he found the sweet honey of her labia. He pressed his own lips against them, panted into them, and as his mum rolled her ass in his hands, he pushed his tongue down through the softly spiked hairs into her body. Shuddering as he did so, David shoved his tongue between the hot and slippery lips, on into her vagina.

His teeth pressed to her pussy, he began to lap like a puppy dog, luxuriating in the taste of her, in the spicy flavours of his mother's steamy cunt, drawing her oily lubrication into his mouth and swallowing hurriedly. He wanted to chew her, and he did, gnawing the pussy lips tenderly while she moaned and rocked her crotch down against his head.

"That's right--oh baby! That's the way to eat me--oh yes, yes! I love it--I love you."

David sucked her cunt lips into his mouth, opening wide to bring them in. She was sugary and blazing, and he sucked hard, drinking down her juices avidly, rubbing his chin into her crotch. Letting her rubbery slot ease back into place, he tongued into it again, reaching as deeply as he could. Remembering what she had said about the pea-shaped thing, he felt along the wet silken lining until he found it.

His mother quivered sharply then, and hissed as he sucked on it, as he worked his teeth down to where he could chew it delicately. Her belly rolled over him as she dropped to her hands, and her ass swung in quickening arcs while her crotch stroked his cheeks, his chin. She was fucking his face, he thought dazedly; his sexy hot mother was screwing his mouth.

"Uhhh!" she grunted. "Uh-uh--oh, darling! You're terrific-it's so good, so wonderful--eat me, David. Eat your loving mother's cunt, son!"

He redoubled his efforts, snorting and chewing, licking and sucking, and her movements grew more frantic. She thrust hard against his mouth and ground her hairy wet snatch into it with almost brutal strokes. He clung to her ass, eating the cunt he loved more than anything else in the world.

"C-coming!" she cried out. "Ah, David--you marvelous little lover, your mummy is coming!"

He felt her vibrate, felt the sizzling tissues of her snatch tighten convulsively, and knew an added release of her love oils. Holding to her, continuing to lick her box, he rubbed his nose across her palpitating mound.

She sat up, shaky and weaving, balanced upon her knees. He wanted to keep kissing her pussy, but she slid it wetly away from his searching mouth, moved it down over his chest. "That was f-fine, lover. My head is still swimming."

Hiking her ass, she passed farther down his body, then lifted so that she was poised above his heavily throbbing shaft. "Now we'll fuck," she said.

David trembled when she wrapped her fingers around his rod, and went stiff, in both legs as she steered the head into the drippy bush of her treasured pussy. He held to her thighs when she started to lower her crotch, when the bulb of his cock started to slide into the greasy lips.

In it went, easy and fine, penetrating deep into the clinging cavity as it slipped deep. His mother dropped farther down, and yet more, until she was sitting on it. He could feel the springy pressure of her hair upon his balls, and the ecstasy of the cunt closed around his embedded prick. He was into his mum again; he had his hard pole shoved up her opulent pussy and she was fucking him.

"Such a young hard cock," she murmured, her palms flat against his chest and grinding her belly, hunching slowly to him. "Fuck me, darling--fuck your mother and tell her what a great piece of ass she is."

He stroked it up into that fabulous cunt, into the hot, wet velvet grippings, feeling his cockhead reach bottom. "You're the greatest, mum--the finest piece of ass anywhere. Being made to fuck each other by that crazy tribe was the best thing that's ever happened to us."

"Yes honey, I know, I know-I never thought-" she gyrated her ass and made his prick head touch every tingling spot within her vagina. "I never thought this was in me. I never thought I'd end up riding my big boy's dick, but thanks to those Africans I'm loving it! Oh, feed me that young meat, Davey!"

David shoved it to her, lifted his ass every time she dropped hers, and heard the suctioning noise his prick made going in and out of her oily cunt. Back and forth it squished, his balls getting soaked with the hot liquids.

"I'll screw you forever," he gasped. "I'll fuck your sweet cunt, and I'll fuck it day and night. I love your pussy so much--love your ass and your tits and the way you screw me. Oh, mum--mother darling--you hot-assed, beautiful mum."

She slammed it to him, making short, rapid strokes that circled briefly around his hard-driving prick. "Go ahead, dear--let it go! I'm going to come again with you--"

He moaned and clenched her ass, trying to spread her apart for the final, twisting thrust that nailed down her womb. Then his cock turned into a long, slim volcano spitting fiery lava throughout her scissoring pussy. A gush of semen spurted up into her, bathing her cervix, raining greasily down to flood his stilled prick.

His mother's breath gusted from her open mouth, and she threw back her head. Her thighs clamped violently against his hips, her torrid cunt nibbled down upon his glans. She was coming in undulating waves of rapture, rolling her ass and beating her small fists into his chest.

The fuck had been mindblowing.


He swallowed hard, and she could see the head of his cock leap. "Alice, baby--did you lock the door?"

"Yes," she smiled at him, "you worry too much daddy, nobody'll catch us."

"No your wrong Alice baby. There's nothing wrong with being too careful. See how I hired a room with two beds instead of one. If I hadn't people would start to get suspicious."

"Oh daddy, don't be stupid. It's a motel, where never going to see these people again in our lives. Now quit fighting and get over here where I can touch you."

Roger Watson would have had to have been crazy to resist, any man would. He quickly finished removing his trousers and then followed Alice over on to the bed.

Waiting, she reached over to him, lifted up her arms and drew her handsome father down. Their mouths met, and she thrust her tongue thirstily into his lips.

His hairy chest pressed down upon the hard nipples of her tits, and his throbbing shaft nestled along her belly. So groovy, she thought, so damned wonderful and crazy, and so beautiful. She ran her tongue around inside his mouth, feeling his teeth, his inner cheeks and the thick movement of his own tongue, all wet and hot. Their breaths mingled, and their teeth raked.

She tore away her mouth to gasp: "Love me, daddy--love me! Kiss my tits, feel my ass, my pussy."

Like Judy and David, Alice and Roger had also grown accustom to speaking dirty.

His mouth closed over a nipple, licked searingly there, sucked strongly there, before his teeth spread wide and she felt her entire mound being drawn in. Twisting, she got a hand under his balls and hefted them, ran her questing fingers over their sacked shapings and felt the weight of them. His hair was so thick and curly, she thought, but not wiry; it was only a shade or two darker than his head, a rich golden colour.

Her daddy's hands passed over her writhing body, caressing her hips, her belly, and one of them slid around to cup a cheek of her ass; the other dipped gently between her thighs and palmed the pulsing softness of her wet mound. Instinctively, her pelvis jerked, and Alice made little hungry strokes with her cunt.

Roger took his cock in hand and prepared to insert in his baby girl's little pussy until she quickly stopped him.

"Daddy wait," she whispered hotly. "First, let me have a second go at a little something we were made to try out in the jungle."

Wheeling around, she pressed her weight upon him and forced him to lie back. Alice had had a change of heart since she last did this to her father, and knew she could do a better job now, and her heart was fluttering at the prospect.

"Baby you don't have to do th..."

"Shh," she murmured. "Just lie back and let me love my beautiful father."

She straddled his body, wiggling when his flagpole cock slid between her cheeks and stood tall along her spine. She would have it later, all of it she wanted and needed so badly, but now she had other things to do to him. She would show him how good she was, turn him on in every way there was.

Alice pushed back, dragging his bent cock across her slippery snatch and feeling it sticky against her tummy. She kissed his corded throat and licked down it to his upper chest. Running her hands up and down his rib cage, playing with his nipples, she squirmed to his supine body. When she reached his little dark pink tit, she nipped it lightly, then sucked on it, delighted to feel his sudden lurch beneath her, knowing that she was thrilling him.

Moving down farther, she licked a hot trail down his chest to his belly, drawing her tongue through the patch of golden hairs, tickling him until he wiggled. Her hands were on his hips now, fondling and petting, digging fingernails tenderly into his flesh.

When Alice reached his navel, she bit the skin, then drove her tongue deeply into it, lapping the belly button as if it were some inverted kind of lollypop, tasting the mansweat of him there. The stiff rod of his cock stood beside her cheek, and she rubbed her face along it, her fingers busy probing his balls and feeling into the furry crack of his ass as her daddy flinched and writhed.

"B-baby," he panted, "no; you don't have to--oh sweet baby..."

Moaning softly to herself, she caressed his shaft, squeezed and stroked it, running her fingers over the monstrous head and sliding them in the leakage there. So big, she thought; so long and strong an powerful, and right now it was all hers, to do with just as she pleased.

Alice kissed the blunt reddened tip, and pondered about the flavour of his semen; it was musky and manly, the very essence of his body. She used her tongue to curl across the slit, to push into the slot and worry it, then withdrew to run it licking around the flanged outline of the glans itself.

Stretching her lips, she fitted them down over the head, took the entire knob inside her mouth. Her father quivered, and his hands came down to take her head gently between them. Eyes closed, breathing hard, Alice used her tongue and lips to create voluptuous caresses over the velvety head of his prick. Drawing in her cheeks, she rubbed it over the roof of her mouth, and ringed the shaft just below the head with her teeth.

When she started to suck, her daddy groaned and worked his fingers into her hair; his pelvis rocked back and forth, making his cock reach further into her mouth.

She wanted it all, wanted to take it down her throat and into her belly, but it was too big. Alice took all of it she possibly could, sucking and licking, moving her head up and down in the same manner her cunt was moving up and down on his thigh. She wrapped her legs around her daddy's strong thigh and made sliding, fucking motions, rubbing her snatch against him while she ate his prick.

"Baby--Alice--little girl--oh, darling; that's wonderful!"

Dimly, she heard her father's choked voice, and knew a warmth as he continued to tenderly screw her face. She got both hands down under his ass and pulled him tighter, tried to force even more of that delicious meat into her mouth. She felt the head of his lovely cock swell, felt him tremble against her tits and knew that he was about to reach orgasm.

Alice sucked harder, pulling on the head, her tongue going wild, her fingers digging savagely into his taut ass. Grinding his pelvis into her chin, rubbing his hairy belly into her forehead, her daddy let it go then. That tremendous head jerked, and a boiling spate of come erupted from it. She choked on it, gasped for air and swallowed while the floodtide of her father's semen fountained into her throat. Oyster-like, slimy, the stuff filled her mouth, thick and creamy, and she continued to gulp it down, continued to pull eagerly at the spigot for more.

"Oh!" he moaned. "Oh honey-thankyou--oh!"

Alice drained the last purling drops from the head of his prick and let them slip down her feverish throat. She had never felt so in command, for he was helpless with her.

Regretfully, she allowed the trembling bulb to slide from her mouth, licking her lips and smiling. Lifting her face, she stared up at him when his hands fell away from her head. "There, daddy. Now I have you in my stomach; you are forever a part of me now."

Her father's eyes were closed and he was breathing in ragged gasps. "That was t-too much, baby. I won't be able to move for a week."

"Sure you will," she promised, and crawled up his body to lie atop him.


And so the days passed by; mother and son, father and daughter ironically sneaking behind each others backs whenever the opportunity presented itself. Each member of the Watson family had grown to love the incestuous sex so much that none of them could bring themselves to give it up, despite societies condemnation of it.

It was a Friday when everything came out. David and Alice had been back at school for a couple of weeks now, and Roger was also back at work. Alice's girls school was on the way to Roger's office in the city, so he had taken to driving his little girl to and fro from school in the mornings and afternoons. David's school, on the other hand, was only a block away from home so he would walk the journey, this meaning he would usually get home from school much earlier then his sister. The pending result of such circumstances was discovery.


"How was school, honey?," asked Alice's father as the pretty blonde-haired teen got in the car.

"Good," she chirped back cheerfully. "But I couldn't think about anything, but you."

Roger smiled as he pulled away from the school, he loved it when Alice said things like that. He moved a hand over onto her left thigh and rubbed it, "Thanks hon, I'm flattered, but you really should be concentrating on your school work. It's important."

The feel of his young daughter's smooth skin was enough to make Roger hard. He looked down at Alice's legs and his cock jumped again. Her short little green tartan skirt was hitched up high due to the way she was sitting, and her tanned long legs shone sensuously in the sun that poured through the car window. Roger was tempted to move his hand further up her leg, and he knew she wouldn't mind, but he decided not to.

"Daddy," she suddenly smiled up at him. "I love you."

"And I love you, too." He grinned.

"I'm feeling restless," she giggled. "Have you ever made it in a car."

He looked at her.

"Honey, I know it's tempting, but we have to be careful and we can't do it while I'm driving."

"Oh come on Daddy. I'm feeling so horny," she whispered.

She had chosen the word on purpose, Alice knew that her Daddy got a kick out of it when his little girl said such a depraved word to him like that. She followed it up by placing her hand near his crotch.

"Now Alice!" he shouted removing her hand. "I told you we can't do it out in the open like this, people will see and besides I'm starting to feel guilty about the whole thing. Imagine if Judy found out, she'd be shattered."

"But, Daddy," she argued. "You even said yourself that it was obvious mum was enjoying it with David out in the jungle. And there's nothing wrong with a girl loving her father, even if it is a little bit physical!"

"I know," he admitted. "But two wrongs don't make a right. Even if your mother did like it before, she isn't still at it like we are."

"How can you be so sure?"

"Oh, Alice," he sighed. "Just drop it will you. I know it's hard, I'm horny as well, but I just want to think some things over."

"Oh come on Dad, don't kid yourself." shouted Alice. We kept on doing this when we got home for a reason. We're addicted, we've been taught to love taboo, and there's nothing we can do about it. You know you won't last 10 seconds, come on look at me."

Roger took a quick look at his daughter. She had pulled up her short skirt and holding the hem above her hips, she scooted her ass forward on the seat and opened her thighs as wide as possible.

"Look, Daddy," she whispered removing her white cotton panties.

The man nervously glanced down at his daughter's blatantly exposed pussy. He could vividly see her moist, coral-tinted pussylips gleaming wetly at him from the soft nest of blonde pubic hairs.

He stared straight ahead at the road. "Pull your damned skirt down!"

"No," she replied as she reached over and took his hand. "I want you to feel how hot and juicy I am."

Roger roughly pushed her hand away so he could concentrate on his driving. After several moments of silence, he stole another glance down at Alice's exposed pussy. Seeing her little warm moist slit gleaming through her blonde crotch hairs sent a tingle streaking through his cock. Roger was fully aware that she was trying to break him, but the sight of her juicy young pussy tucked so sweetly between her thighs was just so arousing. Still trying to concentrate on his driving, he kept sneaking glances at her wantonly exposed pussy.

Alice was very much aware that her dad was stealing peeks, and she dropped a hand down between her bare thighs, letting her finger trail long the edge of her pussy. From the corner of her eye, Alice could see the wild expression on her dad's face as he kept glancing at her teenage pussy.

Roger felt his cock beginning to swell in his pants when he saw the youngster slip the tip of her finger up into the slippery hotness of her pussy. He could hardly believe it when Alice began thrusting the full length of her finger in and out of her cunt. Despite their sexual relationship, Alice had never done this in front of him before. Arching her hips up, she threw her head against the back of her seat and began writhing her cunt up around her deeply embedded finger.

"My God, Alice." he gasped. "Stop it or you'll hurt yourself."

"Don't worry Daddy, I'm very good at this," panted the super-horny youngster.

"Stop it!" he shouted, feeling his cock explode into a full erection.

"Oh, Daddy," she moaned, once more grabbing his hand and thrusting it down between her legs. "Please finger-fuck me, Daddy. Please make me come."

A wild shudder raced through his loins when Alice slipped his finger up into the warm slick moistness of her scalding pussy. He made a feeble attempt to remove it, but she firmly held his hand in place.

"Oh, Daddy," Alice whispered as she slowly rotated her cunt around his finger. "That feels so neat."

Putting her free arm around her father's shoulder, she leaned over and began teasing her tongue all around his ear.

"I love you," she whispered.

The man was now frantically plunging his thick middle finger in and out of the youngster's juicy pussy, no longer giving a shit about what he said earlier.

"Oh, Daddy!" She giggled with delight when she reached over and grasped the big bulge in the front of his pants. "That feels so fuckin' hard."

Gently lowering his zipper, Alice reached in and withdrew his stiff prick. Sliding the thick rubbery foreskin up over his throbbing cockshaft, Alice decided a nice blowjob would completely finish her father's resistance.

"Oh, Daddy," she whispered, lowering her face down into his lap. "I love you so much."

Lightly flicking her tongue across the hard purple flesh of his swollen cock-knob, Alice was pleased by the rather strong taste and scent of his cock. There was something about the randy male taste that sent a shiver through her body.

"Oh honey, we shouldn't be doing this," her father panted.

"But Daddy, doesn't if feel good when I suck on your nice hard penis?" whispered the youngster.

"Oh, Alice," her father softly, moaned in ecstasy. "Why does it feel so good?"

"Because..." she slurped, sucking deeply on his hard prick. "Because it's me, your daughter, with my head in your lap, not some everyday woman. Your own flesh and blood."

Seeing a lane up ahead, Roger slowed the car down and turned off the main road. After driving for about a mile, he stopped in a grove of trees and turned off the ignition.

"Daddy," Alice whispered. "Take your pants off so I can lick your balls too."

Squirming around, he quickly removed all his clothes while Alice was taking off her blouse and skirt. Settling back on the seat, they were both completely naked.

Lowering her head again, the horny youngster once more sucked his throbbing cock into her mouth. The feel of his big hard prick sliding over her tongue was driving the girl wild.

Roger Watson was writhing all over the seat as his pretty teenaged daughter lewdly sucked on his bursting cock.

"Don't stop!" he gasped when she suddenly removed her mouth from his throbbing prick. "Please don't stop!"

"Don't worry," she giggled, jumping up and facing him as she straddled his loins.

"Ooh baby, I love you so much. I'm sorry that I'm letting you do this to me," he gasped as she rubbed her luscious tits against his face.

"Shhh. Just shut-up and fuck," she whispered.

Staring down at her juicy little cunt as she squatted over him, a shudder ran up his spine as he gazed at her open cuntlips glistening with the shimmering droplets of passion juice that were dripping from her feverishly aroused cunt.

Lowering her body, Alice was shivering with anticipation when the hardness of his cock-knob brushed against the hot moistness of her juicy young cunt. Lowering herself further down, she could feel her cuntlips stretching as they slipped down over her dad's cockhead.

Roger was almost out of his mind with joy as he felt his daughter's tight hot cunt sliding slowly down over his lurching prick. It was a heavenly sensation to feel his pleasure-crazed cockshaft sinking into the very depths of her scalding cunt.

With her dad's cock completely buried in her tight pussy, Alice began sliding her slippery pussy up and down over his stiff prick.

"You sweet fuckin' baby," he panted. "I love fucking you so much."

Looking at the child's pretty face with her long blonde hair flailing wildly around her soft bare shoulders, Roger still couldn't believe how casual fucking his daughter had become. She was so young and beautiful with her adorable titties jiggling to the rhythm of her cute bouncing body.

"Oh, Daddy!" she squealed, bouncing faster and faster. "This feels so fucking good!"

Thrilled by his daughter's obvious excitement, Roger began thrusting his cock up to meet every downward plunge of her hot little cunt.

It was a total joy beyond anything that Alice had ever experienced. When his hard prick slithered up her cunt, it seemed to draw her wet clinging pussylips in with it, and when he withdrew, they followed his prick out, sucking noisily against his hard cock-flesh. Every time she plunged down over his boner, big globs of slippery pussy juice oozed out from between her prick-filled cuntlips.

"Daddy! Daddy!" she squealed as her hot young cunt slid up and down over his cream-slickened prick. "It's so good, Daddy! It's so fucking good!"

The heavenly sensation of her sweet dad's cock plowing through her hot sensitive flesh was almost mind-boggling to the pretty teenager.

"Oh, yes, Daddy!" she shrieked, frantically rubbing her titties against his excited face. "That's it, Daddy! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"

Alice could feel herself rushing toward a wild orgasm as he father's hard fuck-machine continued ripping up through her hot sucking pussy. She could feel his cock driving against the very end of her cunt, his prick-shaft carrying her to new heights of sexual ecstasy.

"Fuck, Daddy, fuck!" she shrieked as their two naked bodies pounded erotically together. "I'm coming! Come with me, Daddy!"

Not wanting to hold back another second, he gave a wild thrust as his cockhead spewed a torrent of white-hot jizz up into his little daughter's climaxing fuckhole.

"That's it, Daddy!" she shrieked. "I'm coming... commmmiinngg!"

When the last drop of come dribbled out of his quivering prick, the exhausted couple collapsed in each other's arms, his limp prick still embedded in the juicy warmth of her jizz-drenched cunt.

"Oh, Daddy," she whispered to him. "I'm sorry I teased you into doing it, but we can't stop now."

"I know honey," Roger Watson replied with a sigh. "I know."

They both struggled in the back for a few minutes as they attempted to re-dress. It was 4.30. They were earlier than usual despite their little 'break'. Alice must have been let out of class early thought Roger as he started the ignition.


"Muuumm!... Mum, I'm home!"

David flung the front door shut behind him and dropped his school bag in the hallway. He hurried down the hall still panting from the sprint he had made here from school. The boy glanced at his watch and muttered an obscenity when he saw the time. It was twenty to five. Damn that Mr. Perkins for keeping him in.

"Hi, Honey. How come your so late?"

Judy had emerged from the living room to greet her son. She was only wearing a black mini; no top, her tits pushing out against the black bra cups; plus some gutters and high heels, just the way David liked it.

"I'm sorry mum," said David as he sensuously hugged his mother grinding his crotch against her. "My stupid chemistry teacher kept me in to prove some stupid theory and I couldn't leave without looking really rude."

"Oh that's okay my baby, Mummy doesn't mind," replied Judy nursing her son's head against her large breasts.

"Do you think we still have time?," said David looking up at his young mother's pretty face.

"Well it'll be risky," remarked Judy. "But I like risk don't you," she said grabbing the boy's crotch.

"Ooh yeah," he moaned, "where shall we do it?"

"Right up here!" Judy answered, patting the tabletop. Then she was hoisting herself up there, bunching her skirt around her waist in the process. She lifted her knees and spread her thighs for her son as her hands busily unbuttoned her bra to reveal her firm tits.

"Fuck me!" she cried.

David, having removed his pants and boxers, gripped his hard-on, drawing a bead on the yawning slice of her hairy cunt. Standing at the edge of the table, he brought his cockhead within a fraction of an inch of its juicy target.

"Fuck me!" Judy repeated.

David's loins bucked as if his hips were on hinges. Guided by his hand, his cock surged into his mother's cunt. Judy pushed back at him, her ass temporarily leaving the tabletop. By the time her ass sank back down onto the surface, David was locked between her clutching thighs, his cock hilted in her pussy.

"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," Judy chanted. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me..."


"Hey Daddy, do you think you could step on it a little, cause I've got a lot of homework tonight and I want to be in bed before midnight."

"O.K Honey, but if I had known you had so much homework I would have denied you that little break before," lied Roger.

The BMW accelerated and zoomed down Lonsdale St, the Watson's home only a few minutes away now.


"Oh, Christ, Mum!" he gasped, his mouth closing over hers as their hot tongues entwined in a hot kiss of passion.

Judy, feeling a need to be on top and in control for once, rolled onto her back, pulling David on top of her. His mother's fiery pussy seemed to open as if to gobble up even more of his throbbing dick.

Moaning softly, Judy explored the length of her son's body, trailing her fingers over his firm muscles, caressing his shoulders and then down over his tingling spine to the sinewy crack between his tight asscheeks. Judy was almost out of her mind with excitement.

She could feel his hard young cock throbbing between her soft warm thighs as the head of it pushed deeper between her open pussylips. As David began easing his swollen boner in and out of her, Judy too found a rhythm and arched her hips up, making it easier for the boy to pound in and out. She could feel him tremble as the hot juicy walls of her cunt slid wetly up and down his big shaft. She felt him tense, and then suddenly he drilled the entire length of his hard prick into the depths of her overheated fuckhole leaving it there for a second or two.

"Oh, you sweet fuckin' baby," she whispered, feeling his big hard prick buried to the hilt in her writhing belly. "Your cock feels so good. Now just fuck my brains out, Son."

She lightly trailed her nails across his back as his hands gripped her asscheeks, pulling her body up more tightly against his. David's lust-hardened cock continued fucking in and out of her hot slippery pussyhole with a maddening speed. Completely losing control of himself, David was aware of nothing but the elastic grip of her hot grasping cuntal sheath squeezing the length of his cockshaft as he fucked in and out of her clinging cunt. The slick juicy walls of her pussy were thickly coated with oily juices as he pounded into her with a maddening force, giving his mother more joy than she could ever remember.

Thoroughly enjoying his mother's fantastic cunt, David was slamming his hard cock into her with far more force than he'd ever done before. His sperm-laden balls were slapping wetly against the bouncing cheeks of her soft ass as he passionately fucked his massive cock into her.

"Ooooooooh, yes!" she cried out. "That's the way to do it! Oh, shit, how I love it... love it... love it!"

Wanting to please his horny mother even more, he began fucking into her with longer, harder strokes. He could feel her straining under him, using a strength that was raising both of them off the table. Judy was squealing and moaning beneath his violently pounding body, and her naked thighs were obscenely opening and closing. The beautiful woman was almost out of her mind with ecstasy, her mouth gaping wide open and her drooling tongue hanging out.


"I think I'll leave the car in the street. Your mother will probably want me to zip down to the store later to pick up a few things for dinner and getting it out of the garage again will be a nuisance."

With that Roger Watson cut the engine and then helped his little girl get her school bags out of the car.

As they approached the house Roger turned red, he always felt so guilty when he next saw Judy after having made passionate love to their child. He tried to shake the guilty look off his face as he took out his keys and opened the front door. A big 747 roared over their heads as they entered the house and closed the door.


"Jesus, Mum!" David cried out. "Fucking you is by far the best experience in my life!"

"Me too, baby!" she sobbed. "Just keep fucking, darling. Mother loves you so much!"

David slammed his rock hard cock deeper and harder into the depths of his mother's hot, sucking cunt, bringing squeals of delight from deep in her throat. Writhing madly beneath him, Judy was moaning and groaning, making his virile young cock swell even larger as it drilled into the fiery depths of her sucking, milking fuckhole.


Roger and Alice stood at the bottom of the hallway motionless. The living room was before them and in it, of course, were Judy and David. On the table. Roger's wife grasping at her son's chest while she bounced up and down on his cock, her tits swinging everywhere. Her long legs dangled on either side of the table; her skirt was bunched up around her waist; her black lacy bra lay on the floor next to the incestuous couple.

It was all too much for Roger, he turned and ran.

"Dad, wait!!" shouted Alice.

Judy and David simultaneously shot their heads up just in time to see Roger run out the door and hear his car screech away down the street.


Judy lay in bed awake all night for Roger to return home. It wasn't until 2 o'clock in the morning when she finally heard the sound of her husband's car pulling into the driveway. She didn't move an inch as she listened to Roger walk up the stairs and open their bedroom door. Judy lay there with her eyes closed feigning sleep, too scared to face her husband after what he had seen. She, of course, now knew about Roger and Alice, the latter having told them at dinner that night. Yet still, she for some reason, felt the guiltier of the two.

Desperately trying to maintain a regular breathing pattern, Judy listened to Roger undress and then... And then get into the bed! Judy couldn't believe it. After all that happened he wasn't even sleeping on the couc...

Roger grabbed her roughly, and Judy opened her mouth to scream, but instead it was hampered by her husband's big mouth. He passionately kissed her and then, with Judy's help, removed her nightie and underwear.

They made love three times that night, not a word spoken.


The Watson family retreated to bed early the next day. Roger and Judy were both exhausted from the night before, and David and Alice had also been awake all night worrying about what would happen to their family now.

Arriving in the corridor between the bedrooms they stopped. Roger looked down at Alice, whom had cheered up somewhat from the night before, and she looked back up smiling. Judy did the same with David and saw the look in his face which he always got before fucking her. Judy then looked openly at Roger's eyes. He looked back and also seemed to be thinking. There was silence for a minute or two and then Judy reached out and took David's hand and opened the to door to his room. Standing in the doorway she continued to stare into her husband's eyes.

Roger then took his Alice's hand and opened her bedroom door. Both parents stood looking at each other and both smiled. Roger was the first to speak, "Let's meet in our room in a couple of hours, OK?"

Judy smiled, reached down and pulled her son into the room by his now bulging crotch. Alice took her father's hand and then guided him into her bedroom.


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