Chapter 8

Linda paced impatiently. Although the air was frosty, her burning cunt had her sweating with horny frustration. But a plan was a plan.

Every time she finished pacing in one direction, Linda would look at her watch.

"Time!" she finally said at the end of her wait.

She forged a path toward the lodge. On the way, despite the Arctic weather, she shed her clothes. By the time she reached the door she was stark naked. And, between her feet, the snow seemed to sizzle from her dripping pussy juice.

"Ready or not in there," she panted, "here I come!"

She tripped the latch, pushed with her shoulder, and made her entrance.

"Ahhhh," she sighed. "It's perfect!" Linda stood between the male and female halves of the family. On one side, Patty and Sally were locked into a mother-daughter cunt fuck. On the other side, the boys had beautiful, young hard-ons.

"Expecting somebody?" she asked her son and nephew.

Marty and Ron nodded.

"Me, I hope?" Linda anxiously asked. They nodded again, more eagerly now. "Goooood," purred Linda. "Well, let's not keep you or me waiting anymore. Here I am." She dropped down onto all fours, proudly displaying herself in her best light--as a bitch in heat.

The hung boys moved toward her, their rigid pricks in hand. "How do you want it?" they asked her together.

"In my cunt. A cock in my cunt," Linda hornily rasped.

"Which one of us?" Ron asked.

"Both!" Linda told them without hesitation.

"Huh?"

"You heard me right."

Linda stretched her pussylips as far apart as they would go. Her cunt yawned, obviously ready for anything--especially a pair of stiff, teenage pricks at the same time.

"Wow, look at that big, juicy pussy," Ron gasped. "Sure looks like it could take a couple of cocks. Know one thing at least, though it's gonna be taking mine just as quick as I can get it in there fucking your mom, Marty."

Marty let his cousin go for it. Ron went to line up behind the target, dog-fucking on his mind. Wasting no time, Ron drove his prick into the welcoming cunt, making it squish out loud as he hilted his prick to the balls.

And now Linda spoke up again, calling to her watching son: "Well, what about you, Marty, honey? There's room for one more in my pussy. Just crawl underneath me and stick it in. But that's up to you. It's my pussy, but it's your cock. You make up your own mind."

"Cut the bullshit, Mom!" Marty snapped. "How bad do you want it? Enough to beg me for it?"

"Yes," Linda pleaded, "please, Marty, please! You've just got to fuck me along with your cousin. One cock's not enough for my pussy. Pleeeease!"

That satisfied Marty. "Well, since you put it that way, maybe I can fix you up. Listening to a grown woman beg is enough to make any guy generous with his cock."

Marty dropped to the floor and slid feet first between his mother's arms and legs. He held his prick upright, with its blunt tip nudging her dangling pussylips.

Linda eased down, giving Marty's cockhead the available space in her pussy gash. From behind, Ron cooperated by pulling back enough with his hard-on to make additional room. Linda made the push for her son's cock and was rewarded with at least half his prick in her cunt to join the same amount of her nephew's.

"Ooooh, what a beautiful feeling!" She swooned now that both pricks plugged her drastically stretched pussy. "Never felt so full of anything in my life. Now start moving those cocks in my cunt, boys. Really start fucking me together."

"Like this, Mom?" Marty asked.

He bucked his crotch from below, spiking his mother with his surging prick. His cousin's cock gave ground. But Ron was already setting his hips to make that surrender only temporary, as he prepared to reverse the order of thrusting and retreat.

"Mmmm, more, more!" urged Linda.

"Like this, Aunt Linda?" panted Ron. His prick barged in from behind, forcing Marty's to partially yield.

"More, more!" Linda repeated.

Predictably, Marty made a lurching come back from below. Then it was Ron's turn again. The pattern now was set. The boys traded cock-thrusts back and forth as they fucked the same cunt.

Linda was soon gloriously coming. And, as usual, once she'd started, she wasn't about to stop. Taking on two pricks at once probably would have been enough to keep her climaxing nonstop, but she decided to get some insurance.

"My titties, Marty. Do something to my titties while you're fucking me."

Marty didn't have to be asked twice. Seizing his mother's big tits, he squeezed them so hard that their spongy flesh oozed between his digging fingertips.

"Owwww, that hurts so good!" Linda yelped with painful pleasure.

"Hey, what about me?" Ron asked from the rear when he realized she was giving her son something extra.

"My ass, Ronnie, my ass," Linda answered. "My asshole's just waiting for you to go to work on it."

"Right on, Aunt Linda."

Ron rubbed the hairy spilt between the asscheeks of his cousin's mother. Then his middle finger slipped into her shitpit, with a female fart welcoming the probe. Ron added a second finger, curled the knuckles, and pumped away.

"Oh, my boys, my boys. My beautiful, young boys!" Linda sang. "Whatever I ask for, they give me. Their cocks in my cunt. My titties squeezed black and blue. My asshole fingerfucked. Makes me feel like I'll die coming. And, God, what a lovely way to go! Patty and Sally should be so lucky."

Patty and Sally, however, had been making their own luck. Left on their own while Linda entertained the boys, they had gone beyond just rubbing pussy against pussy. A quick trip to their dildo collection had produced a two-way monster with which they could simultaneously fuck into each other's depths.

Eventually, though, Patty and Sally needed to take a rest, unlinking their aching cunts. It was only a natural at this point that they would turn from their own bodies to check out the action still in progress across the room.

"My, my. Looks like your auntie's doing just fine for herself," Patty noted. "Has those boys giving her all she can handle."

"Gee, Mom, until now we were so busy fucking ourselves," Sally said, "I didn't really notice the details about the number Aunt Linda's doing with Ron and Marty. What a trip! Both their cocks at once in her pussy. Now, why haven't I ever tried that?"

"Hmmm, do I detect a little bit of jealousy?" Patty teased. "Well, I don't blame you. I'm wondering the same thing--why I never tried it, either."

"Good thing we're gonna be snowed in for a while," Sally wistfully chuckled. "That gives us enough time to get the same as Aunt Linda is now."

"Hope so," Patty sighed. "I'll never forgive your father if he rescues us too soon."

"Gosh," Sally gulped, at the mention of her missing parent. "I'd actually forgotten about him. What do you suppose he's doing down there in that hick town, anyway?"

"Screwing the pants off some hot little waitress, I hope," Patty said. "Anything to keep him busy so he takes his time about coming back up this mountain. God knows, back in the city I can always count on him to chase his share of pussy."

"Oh, you mean those matchbooks from that motel I found?" Sally asked. "Is that why you think Daddy fools around? I didn't know you took them that seriously, Mom. I thought the only reason you brought them up yesterday was to break the ice with Aunt Linda, just to get the talk around to sex."

"Didn't need those matchbooks to tell me about your father's cheating," Patty stated. "Believe me, a wife just always knows. I've been looking the other way for years, letting your father think that what I supposedly don't know won't hurt me. And it's worked out just fine. He's so busy covering his tracks that he's never suspected me of anything."

"See what you mean, Mom," Sally replied. "While Daddy's been sneaking around behind your back, you've been sucking and fucking with us kids the whole time. Better believe that if I ever get married, that's the kinda wife I'm gonna be. Only one thing about it, though. Like, Mom, don't you ever get curious about who Dad's fucking on the side? Know I would if I had a husband."

"Yes, it sort of bugs me," Patty admitted. "Unless I miss my guess, there's somebody he's been seeing for years. Never been able to figure out who she is, though."

"Yeah, it might be fun to talk to her sometime," Sally suggested.

"But it's probably better not knowing in the long run, all things considered," Patty said. "After all, your father's got a right to his secret--just so long as I can keep mine."

"Ours, Mom. Our secrets," Sally reminded her. "Yours and mine and Ron's, and now Marty's and Aunt Linda's, too."

"Right you are," agreed Patty, looking over at the three-way action across the room. "And you know what? I'm just horny enough again to plug right back into our secret. How about you, darling?"