Incest/Taboo Mom's Big Bed

I woke up early that morning between Mom and Grandma. The difference between this wake-up and previous ones that week was that it was not the alarm doing the job, it was my big-sister, Linda. She was down between my legs with the edge of the bed-sheet over her forehead and she was deep-throating my early morning wood with gusto!

I ran my hand down and wriggled my fingers through Linda's short head of dirty blonde hair as she sucked and sucked while looking up at me with bedroom eyes. This went on for several minutes until presently, I noticed to my left and right in the early morning light that my mother and grandmother were both awake and merely enjoying the show; their fingers now stroking at their own clits appreciatively. Finally, Linda shot me a quick wink and stopped sucking. She left my knob and slithered up me until she was lying atop me. I began to part her legs but I was met by a shake of her head and a kiss before she whispered in my ear,

"I want you to put it in my ass little-brother!"

We swapped out positions, with Linda facing the headboard; head low and ass high with my mom and grandma looking on. A second later and grandma retrieved a jar of Vaseline from the nightstand next to her and she smeared a generous glob around on Linda's pink poop-pucker, (my grandma as always is so helpful). Mom's hand then scooped out a glob of grease from the jar and smeared it up and down the shaft of my boner. She and grandma then re-positioned to either side of us and began masturbating; waiting for the show to continue.

I ignored my audience and set myself to the task at hand. I now was crouched behind my big-sister Linda with a greasy dong, pointing its warhead at her slicked up sphincter. I pushed the mushroom head against her pink stinky-crinkle, Linda blew out the air from her lungs, and her delightful little bunghole opened up and let me in!

I slid in several inches; far deeper than I expected she could take, (but then again my sister had a reputation already for knowing her way around a bed with a boy and I simply should have known she could take it). She looked back over her shoulder at me, giving me a look as if to ask me what I was waiting for, (almost like I was a little kid too scared to hop into the deep end of the pool). I grabbed a better grip on both her hips and pushed into her greasy rectum, sinking in all the way to my balls.

HAAAAHHHRRRR! Linda cried but then her exclamation was followed by happy contented murmurs of,"Oh yessss Ian," and "this is what I've been waiting for brother!" I took it as a sign I had the green light. I began to sodomize my older sister as my mother and grandmother stood on their knees to either side of us, frigging their clits and egging us on!

Over the next several minutes I rowed and rowed at the pink stinky backdoor of my "Big-Sis" as she howled and cursed but begged me not to stop. She wasn't the only one making noise however; I was grunting and huffing as her anus gripped me in a delicious sibling squeeze that could have rivaled ANY massage parlor happy ending, (and she had been well greased by Grandma's fingers before I started). Even my most intense masturbatory sessions could not match the pull and tug of her rectum on my dong as she slowly milked me into "the zone."

Meanwhile my hippy ma and grandma were frigging themselves frantically as they watched the two of us ass-rut inbetween them. They both seemed transfixed on our activity as the bit their lips and whined through their noses; unable to pull their eyes from me and Linda while they fiddled at their clits. Finally Mom had enough, (she simply HAD to break in)!

She moved into "our space" as if she were cutting in for a dance and pushed me back away from my sister's hiney-hole; my dong pulling out and my sister's ass showing a noticeable gape like a rectal railroad tunnel. Without skipping a beat, Mom seized up my dick and gave it a few slurping sucks as her hand continued to jill-off her clit, (she was beside herself with horniness now). After deepthoating me for a few seconds she popped my cock back up my sister's dung-hole and I resumed ass-fucking my older sibling; only now with Mom pulling me in for a deep French kiss while she reached underneath to wank Linda's clit and finger her pussy-hole.

Linda reacted by groaning as if she'd gotten a belly-ache at an all you can eat Chinese buffet. Mom responded by pushing one, two, then three fingers up inside her daughter's quim. Soon my mother was fisting my sis from one side, as I penis-pounded her piles from the other. Linda erupted in a squalling screaming torrent of profanity and OH YEAH OH YEAH OH YEAH's that I thought would bring the plaster off the ceiling from all the noise! She thrashed her head from side to side and blubbered how good it felt. That was when Grandma saw a chance to make her move and silence Linda's wailing and blubbering.

The old gal moved up by the pillows at the headboard and raised up her legs, (spreading them wide). She grabbed Linda by the back of her head and pushed her crotch into the face of her granddaughter. My Sis immediately wrapped her mouth around Grandma's puss-flaps and began to suck... not lick BUT SUCK! In fact she commenced to suck, chew and gobble at my hippy granny's clamcake like she was absolutely famished. Now it was Granny's turn to make noise and she screwed her eyes shut while her mouth dropped open and the sound just came pouring out...

WWWAAAHHHH!!! OHH SHIT YEAAAHHH LINDA! my grandmother howled, UNNNGGHH SHIT FUCK GIRL! ...where did you learn to eat pussy like that?... AAAGGHH!"

"From you Grandma," came my sister's smirky reply before she dropped her head back down to Grandma's puss-pie, (all while Mom and I fisted and fucked away at Linda's dirty back-forty).

After a few minutes of this I was becoming frantically close. I could sense that Linda, Mom and Grandma were getting there but not quite. I remembered my cum-surfing technique and I edged... riding the tightrope line between mere-excitement and nut blasting orgasm (which was exceedingly tough because I was clearly aware of my hippy mama's fist slamming in and out of my sisters pussy). I mean I could feel every Sapphic stroke of my mother and her wicked fisting and it was everything I could do not to bust a nut in the squeezing shitter of my big-sister.

Fucked up didn't come close... or CUM close to describing it as I fucked and edged and fucked and edged in Linda's anus while kissing my mom. It just seemed to go on and on forever. I could feel my nuts straining against their very fabric... desperately wanting to burst, but I held firm and didn't splat. Nope.. not one drop!

Finally, Mom pulled her mouth from mine and looked into my eyes. She'd long since pulled my free hand down to her own snatch and given up fingering her own quim in favor of me doing the act with a couple fingers as her own hand busied itself on Linda. Ma's nostrils were flaring and her pupils were dilating... she was in "the zone" herself now and she made no bones about it!

"Ya gonna do it, Ian?" she snarled through clenched teeth as my fingers hooked up and stroked her g-spot and her clit ground the heel of my hand, "Ya gonna make Momma cum and blow yer load up your sister's dirty no-no hole like a bad boy? ... Are you? Well ARE YOU?"

With that Mom landed a spank on my ass and then one on my sister's rump that made us both howl. My fingers were a blur in Mom's sopping pussy and my cock pistoned like the drive shaft on a locomotive in and out of Linda's turd tunnel. Grandma was all sobs; throwing her head back and forth at the head of the bed and Mom's fisting was now making sloppy slushing sounds in Linda's pussy down below. Mom reached back and landed another smack on Linda's ass and then grabbed the back of my hair. That was all she wrote.

I blasted a huge fountain of hot salty cum; spouting deep in my sister's rectum. My sister moaned into my grandma's pussy and then shuddered; releasing a cascade of girly-gasm droplets down onto Mom's hand and the bedsheet below. Grandma let out a loud AAWWWGGGHH! and then came hard against my sister's mouth; splattering my sis in hot puss-juice as Linda gobbled and slurped away. Mom now threw back her head and open-mouthed let loose a bawl of HHAAAHHHHGGGHH! as she humped against my hand, cumming and dripping freely a river of her hot bitch broth! We collapsed in a heap upon Grandma at the head of the bed. Awesome didn't come close to describing it!

For several minutes the air was still in the room, save only the sound of slurping as first my sister, then my mother, then my grandma sucked me clean. They were a horny sight down there... sucking away at my flagging cock, and the smell of the air in the room (filled with the scent of sweat and pussy and sex) was intoxicating. I was enjoying myself immensely and wallowing in bliss when Mom finally spoke.

"Ok kids, Grandma is going to see to a pot of coffee and the rest of us are going to get dressed. Time for running and exercising. Just because this is the first day of Spring Break doesn't mean we can let ourselves go!"

Even on vacation, Mom loves exercising. It's something she taught us. Take care of the body and everything else clicks into place; mind, spirit, sense of place, and yes sex. She got that from Grandma (who can still out-yoga even the fittest gurus ...even at her age)!

Anyhow, after a short hop into the bathroom to use the facilities, me, my mom, and my sis were out the door for a three mile run up into the canyon and back. Grandma brewed coffee back at the house. We could smell it wafting about our home when we returned from our run, all sweaty and panting as Grandma did her yoga routine by the pool in the nude.

Mom looked at Grandma and smiled, then she ushered us into the kitchen for a quick "cuppa Joe" before we grabbed waters and emerged back out by the pool; only like our grandma we had no clothes on either. It was time for a bit of Mom's gladiator workout for me and my sis. We hit the weights for several minutes and then slugged down water before seizing up yoga mats and joining grandma for more stretches.

We stretched and pretzeled for a half hour until Mom and Grandma finally called it quits. Mom suggested a shower and a breakfast and told us to hurry as she had a surprise for us. Grandma merely smiled and held her tongue, but she poked me and my sis in the ribs and told us it would be something special.

Linda and I hit the showers. It was supposed to be a quick in and out. The thing was it took longer than we anticipated but there most definitely was "in and out" as I remember!

It seemed Linda stepped into the shower first but not before swatting me on my ass with a towel when I bent over looking for shampoo under the sink. Now, no girl gets away with a towel snap... not even my big sister. She didn't care however; thumbing her nose at me and stepping into the shower, (it was SO on)! I waited a moment deciding what I wanted to do, then I decided the element of surprise might be called for.

I stepped into the shower. She was already wetting her hair in the water facing away; steam building all around her. What a tease, she knew what I was going to do... who am I trying to kid! I wasn't going to surprise her (as experienced as she was), but she didn't let on. I stepped up to her in the hot rain and fog; seizing her from behind in a standing full nelson; my dong poking the wet top of her ass crack.

"Yes?" she said with closed eyes and a smile growing across her face, but with the tone of a schoolteacher who'd been disturbed after class.

"Nobody smacks my ass with a towel Sis!" I snarled through clenched teeth before biting her on the neck.

"Maybe," she giggled, "you should teach me some manners, little brother?"

"Maybe I should," I said, before chewing down her neck; then to her shoulders while bringing my hands down to her tits for a grope and pinch session; making my big sister "all sighs and chuckles" in the heat and steam of the shower.

Like I said, it was so fucking ON! I bent her over in the shower; slipping my cock down her soapy ass-crack until I found the slippery notch to my sister's pussy. I slipped in as easy as if I'd been putting on a slipper coated in baby oil; straight in up to the balls.

Linda let out a gasp of HAAHHH and made some sort of comment about this being just what she needed after a hard workout. She craned and turned her head back and turned her lips to me. Wordlessly I knew what she wanted and we kissed hungrily for several seconds before she spun her head around to face the tile and telling me to "get to it!" We then fucked and fucked in the heat and mist as the sound of soapy rain hitting the tiles mingled with our huffs and groans.

We got to our "tipping point" pretty quickly. Linda shuddered and whimpered her way through her "girlie-gasm," while I snorted and blew a big ropey load of cum deep inside her puss-pie. We then rinsed and cleaned up; remembering Mom's instructions for us to "hurry."

We stepped out of the shower and slipped on bathrobes before heading back down to Mom and Grandma in the kitchen. Those two old birds (who were now also cleaned up after using the pool shower and sporting white robes as they sucked down a second cup of coffee) were laughing about something entertaining but they clammed up as soon as we entered the room. Both had an air of conspiracy and secrecy about them like something big was up.

"What's the surprise Ma?" I asked.

"Oh, something special, Ian," she said; taking a swig of her coffee and returning her attentions to some eggs in a frying pan on the stove.

At about that time the phone rang. It was my crazy aunt Sharon. Mom spoke into the phone while turning her eyes to me and my sister.

"Yep... we are here. No they don't know. Well, at least not Ian.. well, perhaps he suspects, but he does not have all the details... alright. Yep.. you round up the rest of the tribe... ok.. yep... yep.. ok! Love you Sis... m-kay... BYE!"

She hung up the phone and took another sip of coffee eyeing me and my sister with a smile. We both sat down at the breakfast bar. Mom had a smirk on her face now.

"So," she said looking at her watch with feigned interest, "you two nice and relaxed after your soak... and shower fuck?"

She and Grandma tittered their way through a snicker at our expense while we stared at our feet for a second sheepishly. Both those two women knew exactly what we were going to do when we went for a shower; even before we did! Mom put some eggs on plates in front of us while Grandma freshened up her coffee cup. I couldn't stand it any longer.

"So Mom," I asked, "what is the surprise?"

"We are heading out today to Lake Havasu for Spring Break," she said.

"Yeah Ma," I came back, "I kinda figured; what with the way everybody keeps dropping the name in front of me."

"Ok," she answered, "your grandma, aunts, and cousins are coming."

"Again," I shot back between mouthfuls of eggs, "no big surprise."

"Well," she said, "what if I was to tell you that the boss of your aunt's at the real estate office is coming and she is bringing her daughter Tanya, the one you have been wanting to fuck since day one?"

"HOLLY and TANYA?"

"Yep," said my mom matter of factly, "and Holly is driving her R.V. It's gonna be like a four wheeled fuck-fest palace for you and the rest of us!"

Mom's words were quite prophetic as it turns out. A short time later, Auntie Maria's car pulled into the drive with her honking and her girls hollering. She was followed close behind by Becky's car with her mini tribe of girls in it, all rowdy and noisy as hell.

Last came my Auntie Sharon's minivan, "Fifty Shades of Gray," barreling around the corner into our drive; just barely missing all the other parked vehicles and coming to a screeching rocking halt behind Grandma's VW bus. Auntie Sharon and her girls spilled out, laughing and screeching; along with enough pot smoke to make it appear as though had set the seats inside on fire. The coven of sex crazed hippy harpies was assembled... or so it seemed. We were not complete for this adventure- not yet, but it wasn't like we had to wait long.

We were all standing around in the driveway, exchanging hippy hugs and listening to Aunt Sharon's dirty joke of the day when a large brown RV came down the road and stopped at the mouth of our drive. The woman at the wheel honked her horn at us and the girl sitting beside her in the front passenger seat waived happily up in the passenger side of the windshield. It was clear to everyone present; Hottie MILF Holly and her equally hot daughter Tanya had arrived, (and in a tricked out luxury RV no less)!

The two hotties inside, mother and daughter; popped out through the luxury camper's side door. They were met by a chorus of "Hello's" from my female relatives (along with a forest of waves). Holly and Tanya then trudged up the walk to greet us in t-shirts, cutoffs, and flip-flops; a stark contrast to the normal business-wear I was accustomed to seeing Holly in. Mom ran down the drive, reaching Holly and Tanya first; scooping them both up in a big friendly hippy-hug.

"So I take it Ian now knows of the surprise?" Holly asked happily looking over my mom's shoulder at me.

"Oh yes," Mom replied, "he knew long before your wheels hit the curb."

"Well anyhow," Holly shot back, "hope he had a good breakfast cuz' we are going to be a regular protein drain train all the way up to Havasu!"

The three women cackled and shot looks my way. They whispered something amongst the three and then broke themselves up laughing. One thing was for sure, I was in for one helluva trip!

I shot a sideways glance back at the three; there was definitely more than a happy hug going on. Hands were roaming up and down on bellies, backs, boobs and butts as they talked. These three had definitely done this dance before... they were also most certainly part of this "thing of ours," (although we shared no blood relation).

Another thing that struck me was Holly's demeanor was completely different from what I had known when I saw her at the real estate office. All her defenses were down; her business suit was definitely at the office. Here with this crowd of hippy harlots; she was in a completely different element but one she was just as comfortable with. It was as though she had two lives; one formal and professional, and then this one that was far more wild and sensual (and unfamiliar to me). I picked up on that vibe right away.

It didn't hurt things that she was tall, skinny, statuesque blonde, (a lot like my aunt Maria with her dancer body and big motor-boatable boobs although her blonde hair had a little bit of sandy brown thrown in). She kept her mane cut short and business-like, coming down to her neck and past her ears on the sides but she had this long blond forelock in front for bangs that hung down in front of her nose. She'd purposely let it dangle in the middle of her face with a pair of beautiful blue eyes peeking out from behind it; only to blown or flip it out of the way while she was talking to people. The effect was quite distracting and hypnotic for people and my Auntie Maria told me that Holly purposely used it as a trick in negotiations and meetings (as well as flirting), to get inside people's heads and steer conversations around. It was like you were being manipulated and mind fucked by a tall sandy-haired version of one of those 1980's super-model actresses with high cheekbones and knock 'em dead eyes; like Susan Anton or Heather Locklear only in sophisticated short dress and long jacket.

The business attire was gone today however; replaced by ladies cargo pants, a tie-dye t-shirt with no bra holding back her lovely tits, and high heel thong sandals. Still, despite the casual appearance she seemed both sophisticated and assertive; with a big brassy personality that demanded to be noticed and heard, (in a friendly life of the party kind of way). It was all wrapped up in a super sexy MILF package and my brain and right hand had rubbed one out in the shower on many occasions thinking about her for damn good reason!

Then there was Tanya. Little Tanya. Little Tanya who was a year older than me but was a short little pixie-firecracker of a girl. I had been absolutely possessed and consumed by mad jackoff fantasies for her since I'd been a freshman in high school and a certain level, I am pretty sure she knew it full well.

Tanya and my big sister Linda had been friends in High School. They did gymnastics together and fall football cheerleading. They were both spritely little things and they loved mischief. They were also running buddies on the rave scene in Phoenix and were always on the lookout for free booze, weed, and dick from any dude who could provide. Did I also tell you Tanya was a horrible tease? Let me explain.

Tanya used to come over and visit Linda at our house. She and my sister even used to do sleepovers; I had seen her over at my place plenty of times for either this occasion or that. Sometimes she was over just for pizza or movies in my sister's room, or to just hang out by the pool. She picked up on the fact that I liked her and she loved to make eye contact with me and then would giggle when I would look away. She got a wild hairy nut off I think just seeing how far she could get in my head.

One day I am going out in the back of the house to get something from the pool for Mom and Tanya is lying on a deck chair while Linda was inside using the bathroom. Tanya had on this funny blue crocheted yarn bikini deal; it was blue and white; (I remember that much). It looked a bit like she was wearing a hippy knit hat on both her tits and her thong bottom; well I had seen more gauze fabric in a band aid!

Anyhow... as I walk past her she says something cute (like I was ogling her while she was busy doing her "stretching exercises" or some such bullshit). She drew one foot up behind her head for emphasis and demanded to know what I was doing bothering her. I was all Hey this is my house I live here... and I just wanna get my Mom's bottle of tanning oil.

She comes back at me with, "Its right over there," and she points with the toes of the foot behind her head to a table next to the deck chairs, then she smiles and makes this sullen pouty expression. I said something back to the effect of I bet she couldn't get the other foot up behind her head. She could and did.

I now had this beautiful oiled up hot eighteen-year-old chick teasing the crap out of me with her feet crossed behind her head, pouting at me and looking at me with puppy eyes. She knew damned well what she was doing. About that time my sister Linda returned from peeing in the pool restroom and she exploded in laughter at the scene before her. I stomped over to my mother's suntan oil and seized it up before storming back into the house; both my sister and Tanya exploding in howls of laughter at my expense (and the painful boner that was now pushing out through my sweatpants like a tent pole as I attempted to walk and hide it with the bottle). Yeah... Tanya loved to get in my head and fuck with it hard.

Now that I was eighteen nothing had changed. She could still fuck with my head like I had a great big fucking vagina on the side of my melon. What's more, despite the fact that I had been getting laid regularly these past seven days; before that I had been a fucking virgin and spent many hours on my bed at night in the dark with just me, my lotioned-up hand, and thoughts of Tanya dancing through that same well fucked-with head of mine. I must have spouted in a Kleenex a dozen times alone because of her.

So here she was now, standing with her Mom in front of me. She was also looking at me... differently. She also was shooting odd looks to my sister. She obviously knew something about me and obviously had heard rumors that I had been getting "some;" just how much she knew was the question. I got my answer a second later.

"So Ian," Tanya said with a voice just dripping with mockery and head-fuckery, "I heard you finally got your cherry busted big time, word is all over the place about it."

"Uh huh," I answered sheepishly, (with such a way with words at eighteen."

There were several possibilities of what she'd heard. It could be that she heard I had a date last night with Michelle and had fucked her. It could also have been that maybe Linda had told her already about her and me. Perhaps she'd heard from Sheri that I'd fucked her and her mother and sisters?

"So are you all spent and worn down to nothing," she asked, "now that your cock has been in Michelle, your mom, aunts, sister, grandma, cousins, ... Sheri and her relatives, plus the everyone at the swinger club... oh and let's not forget my mother HOLLY who put those hickeys on your neck?"

I got my answer alright. Apparently she and my sis, Linda had been talking already about the WHOLE THING! She even knew of my mother's plan to toss the name Holly out to my classmates to throw them off the track and create a "fictitious older girlfriend." The thing was that; although I should have been embarrassed, I simply wasn't. I'd been fucking women left and right all week and had even starred in my first adult film; just days after losing my freaking virginity to my batshit crazy hippy mother!

No I couldn't feel more like a man and what's more... I could tell that Tanya was not all derision and scorn. She looked at me now like a guy who'd made the short list of dudes who were eligible to be, "let into things." I was just hoping to be let into a few things on her, (like her mouth, pussy, and her heart shaped ass for starters)! My fantasies and desires at the moment were interrupted as Mom moved us all up to the house to talk in the kitchen. This was going to be a big deal of a trip and she had some things to discuss with Grandma and the other senior matriarchs assembled in this little hippy harpy convention that I was going along with as the only dick in the crowd.

Once back in the kitchen, Mom went down through a list of things off the top of her head with the other women. We were going as she'd stated to me earlier to Lake Havasu for Spring Break. What she didn't tell me was we'd be going up in Holly's RV. She also revealed to me and to several other stunned younger members of the group that Holly had gotten her houseboat in the water. We had a floating party pad sitting up at the lake just waiting for us to take advantage.

Mom then went down through a quick list off the top of her head of things she needed me and Linda to pack and she also rattled off a list to the other moms to make sure they and their children had packed adequately. When she was met with nods and smiles of assurance, she and the other mom's discussed who would be riding with whom for the trip up. As she was finishing up the discussions and coordination's, my phone vibrated on the counter next to her. I started to reach for it but when she saw who the call was from, it she snatched it up with an evil grin on her face before I could.

"Hello," she said holding up one finger to me as if to tell me to hold what I had and shut up while she was on my phone, "yes Michelle this is Ian's mommy Petra."

My heart sunk down into my stomach at her word "mommy." It was so humiliating and she was doing it deliberately. I tried to grab my phone but she batted my hand away and turned in the opposite direction while all my female relatives (plus Holly and Tanya snickered).

"What is all that laughing Michelle?" she said into the phone, "why its just me I had the TV on. What? Is Ian here? No, didn't he tell you? He went off on Spring Break... yeah he had a friend named Holly, nice older girl. She picked him up and took him off in the direction of California. ...Hello, Michelle are you still there? Yes, California, they left this morning at about half past six."

I could not believe my ears; my mom was completely derailing my relationship with a girl into whose pants I'd been trying to get into ALL WEEK! I was frantic; trying to get the phone now and chasing my mother around the kitchen. She had the phone cupped in her hands as I shouted and screamed in protest.

"What's that? Sorry Michelle I can barely here you, the TV is too loud, now I have to run along and go to an appointment... ok, talk to you soon, bub- BYE!" and she hung up.

I was staring at her in disbelief. I was shaking with rage. I had never ever dreamed of hitting my Mother but now, I wanted to punch her square in the face. I could not get the words out; I was in so much shock and anger. Finally, I got my voice back and over the giggles and catcalls of the other women in the room I screamed,

"MOTHER YOU HAVE RUINED MY LIFE!"

"Relax silly," Mom said quite amused by my anger and outrage as she motioned for the other hens in the barnyard to stop cackling so she could speak, " you are going to thank me!"

"Thank you? WHY THE HELL WOULD I THANK YOU AFTER YOU WRECKED THINGS WITH MICHELE?"

"Because you big dumb stupid male..." she said getting calm and eyeing me like I needed to pipe down and lower my voice, "when this sinks in, she is going to wanna fuck you more than ever."

"Why?"

"Did you fuck her last night?"

"Well yeah," I answered.

"Did she cum?"

"Yeah, but..."

"AND DID SHE WANT TO SEE YOU AGAIN?" she said taking a dominant role in the conversation.

"Yes,"

"Well then," she explained, "she now has competition. Nothing will stick in her craw and make her blubber into her pillow in between glances at your photo on her screen saver like a little competition; especially in the form of an older mystery woman. All the kids at school know you got hickey's on their neck, all of them know Spring Break starts today, and all of them have heard the story of the mystery woman named Holly who gave them to you right?" I nodded dumbly as she continued.

"Well, your Mom just confirmed Holly's existence, didn't she. I didn't lie exactly, Holly is picking you up and we ARE heading in the direction of California. We are just stopping before we get there... at Lake Havasu on our side of the State Line and we are going to enjoy ourselves for the whole of Spring Break. Then again, I guess the part about you having left at half past six was a lie."

"Ian," Linda interrupted, "you realize what Mom just did for you? Michelle will go batshit crazy over the next two weeks... especially if you don't return her calls. When you finally make it back... she'll wanna do everything in the whole Kama Sutra manual just to win you back from this mystery girl that does not exist. What's even better, I have fucked her older sister Amy and I can tell you this; you make those girls jealous or mad - the makeup sex is simply fucking VOLCANIC! Amy and I had a fight over some stupid shit my senior year and when we finally made up in the back some dude who we both forgot's car in a threesome... it was two weeks before I stopped walking funny and could get all her bite marks on my ass to heal!"

Howls of laughter from all the women ended the discussion, signaling it was set. Linda and I were to go upstairs and pack quickly, Mom was to get luggage into Holly's motor lounge and Michelle... well her job was to sit at home; cry, punch her pillow and miss me before calling all her girlfriends and do more to confirm the story that Holly existed. My reputation would now be set in concrete at my school. I would need boxing gloves to shield my hands from fist bumps and high fives! Such was the price of fame.

After a flurry of activity in the house and out in the driveway; with people running up and down stairs and into the bathroom for a last minute whatever, and female voices yicketty yacking about who was riding in what vehicle... the gypsy caravan finally rolled from the driveway. A short gas-up later and we were on our way up the highway; with me Mom, Grandma, and Linda riding in Holly's four wheeled motor home sex palace as it shot down the road with Tanya at the wheel and Holly riding shotgun. Oh, what a palace it was!

The real estate market may have slumped for some folks but Holly had done well, (damn well even). The inside of this rolling cathouse was tricked out with purple velvet on everything; complimenting the purple and green exterior and making it look as if Holly had bought the thing from the Joker from the Batman comic series. There were beds in the rear that folded into lounge seats and beds up in the front up high above the driver's section. There was a functioning kitchen and a shitter with a shower, (big enough for three). Most impressive of all was the flat screen TV that folded down from the ceiling. Yep, there had been a real estate crash back then with a slump in the market, but Holly (shrewd businesswoman that she was), had scooped up plenty of abandoned luxury homes and flipped them all like cheese omelets again and again until... well we were riding in one of the fruits of her labors with her daughter at the wheel.

Holly wanted her Tanya to get a hang of "handling something really big" on this trip and she figured there was no time like the present to give her a baptism under fire. That left Holly with time on her hands and apparently her thoughts turned to handling "something big of her own." After she'd set up the GPS for Tanya and was confident we and the other vehicles following were all heading safely down the 17 enroute to the 10, she turned in her front passenger seat and shouted to me,

"Hey Ian, how you doing back there?"

I was sitting back at the breakfast nook opposite the kitchenette with Linda, Mom and Grandma. We'd been looking out the window as the highway and the city flew by us. We'd been lost in conversation when she called back to me. Mom kicked me in the shin and pointed her way.

"What Miss Holly?"

"I said, how are you doing back there?"

"Good I guess?"

"Bullshit young man; you'd do oh so much better, up here!"

I didn't understand. The three broads with me began snorting and giggling. Holly smiled and raised herself up in her seat; sliding her tan cargo pants off and then tossing them along with her panties to the carpet. She then lifted her sunglasses; looking straight at me while explaining her rules,

"GAS, GRASS, or ASS, boy! Nobody rides for free -now get down here!"

I was up and stepping down the carpeted walkway to the front passenger seat as the motor home swayed and bumped down the 17. I stepped over Holly's bottoms in the isle and peered into her seat. Holly, the tall towering blonde bombshell sex goddess that she was; now stared up at me with a broad smile on her face and mischief in the eyes behind dark sunglasses perched atop perfectly sculpted high cheek bones. Down below, her long lanky parted legs revealed a hand busily strumming away at a beautifully bald beaver that looked quite lonely and in need of company.

Her other hand swung up from the armrest with a deftness and quickness I hadn't anticipated. Before I knew it, she had my belt undone and my khaki shorts unsnapped. She made short work of my zipper and with a tug of her free hand, she brought my bottoms to the floor for me to step out of.

"Get down there boy," she said pointing to the little legroom-nook beneath the dash as she slid her seat back as far as it would go, "I'm going to keep you nice and safe down there for this first part of the trip!"

I complied and stepped over the armrest, getting down in a crouch beneath the dash. With her seat slid back and her body slumped in the captain's chair; she was in the perfect position for what was to cum ... (errrmm I mean), come next. She smiled into my gaze, batting her eyelashes beneath her raised sunglasses and purring,

"I know growing boys like yourself can get terribly hungry on long road trips like this; like the looks of your refreshments?"

Oh SHIT did I ever! She had the prettiest waxed pussy you could ask for; airbrushed glossy porno mag quality with a singular ring running through the hood of her jutting clit! Hanging down below the piercing and sex bean was a lovely set of magenta and purple "meat curtain" labial lips; giving the whole setup the look of a band of gold set atop some exotic iris or rare tropical flower. All I'd have needed was a straw and it would have looked like a ladies froo froo drink out of some tiki-bar!

She dropped her sunglasses down over her eyes. Pulling her t-shirt top off, she set loose a lovely pair of 36DD boobs unencumbered by a bra; allowing her puppies to fall out and get comfortable. I could see she was rocking a set beautifully erect gumdrop nipples, (with barbell piercings at the ends); indicating she was more than a little excited by now. Both her hands came down and ran through my hair for a few seconds (as if she were stroking a friendly pet or something), then they cupped around the back of my skull and pulled me close; providing slight downward pressure. I took the hint and began to snack.

Holly's hands now ran up and down through my hair and scalp in a tickling little shiatsu massage sort of thing; urging me on as I went to work on her pink and purple puss blossom with my lips and tongue. I was tugging and her clit ring and sucking on her big lima bean clit through its hood like I was nursing on a nipple and she rose her ass-cheeks off the seat to show her appreciation as her fingers clenched and unclenched in playful little pulls of my hair. I then decided to add something else into the mix, figuring she'd appreciate more than just me messing with her love button as I licked and sucked between her parted thighs.

I put a finger of mine to work; opening up her cunt petals, pushing it through those gorgeous meat curtains until I found her pink squishy fuck-hole. Damn she was wet! I guessed she was a squirter, (she had that weird freaky aura about her), so I followed my instincts and wiggled my finger in ...up... and around; until my digit was hooked backwards and pointing at my nose. I began to stroke in a "come here you nasty bitch" sorta way, (nice and hard against her g-spot); making Holly suck-in her breath almost instantly. She threw her head back; those bangs of hers flying up in the air and coming down to cover her nose and sunglasses like dirty blond drapes as her open mouth and chin quivered beneath them. Yep, I'd hit the spot; now all I have to do was work it!

I love to go to work on a pussy; snack, snuffle, gobble and feast upon it. To me, a woman's twat-taco is the most intoxicating dish known to man and I'm never happier than when I'm boring around in a puss blossom like termite; chewing and munching away at pink folds, juicing holes, or throbbing clits. The whole arrangement and presentation of a woman's crotch; be it clit, cunt-hole, taint, or anus, is an absolutely startling work of art to me, (more captivating than any painting I've ever seen hanging in a gallery). Of course, nasty little termite that I am; by the time I am finished and that lady is sighing in post orgasmic bliss, that lovely Monet canvas looks like Jackson Pollack and LeRoy Neiman challenged each other to a paint fight and all they had in the arsenal were glistening pinks, purples, and whites. Hey stop judging me, I know what I like and you are still reading this!

Anyhow, as we are all hurtling down the 17 and Tanya is trying to find the 10, with me parked between her mother's thighs munching away; Holly and her daughter start talking. At first it is just about the road and for Tanya to not follow so close behind a tractor trailer rig that was driving all over the place. The conversation then changed to the houseboat and the vacation, and finally to what was going on down between Holly's legs as she steered my head around with both hands and humped my face and hand like I was a stripper pole.

"So Mom," Tanya asked, "is he as good as his older sister Linda at eating you out?"​