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Family Orgy

... along the motorway, humming to himself. Susan lay back with her eyes closed, the window slightly open on this warm June evening and the wind blowing her hair sexily across her pretty face. In the back, I sat and listened to Jenny and Lisa excitedly tell me about this evening, about who would be there. Incidentally, my own family didn't know about this. Not yet anyway. My parents had figured I was sleeping with Jenny and didn't mind; my mum had even given me some condoms to ensure I didn't become a father before leaving school, although they were uneccessary as Jenny was on the pill. However, neither my mum, dad or my sisters knew about the incestuous secrets of Jenny's family. The incest bug was certainly contagious too; I had recently begun to have serious desires of fucking my own mother. She was very attractive and I fantasized a lot about screwing her. Once I went to Jenny's house but everyone was out except for her mother, Susan. She had invited me in and we had fucked for several hours. Knowing of my increasing lust for my own mother, Susan had let me pretend she was my mum. Although it was not as good as it would be to fuck my actual mother, I nonetheless really got off on referring to Susan as "mum" whilst I fucked, sucked and buggered her throughout the afternoon. My incestuous designs had spread to include my two sisters aswell. My elder sister was seventeen, a petite and sexy minx, very pretty and with short blonde hair. Last week I had burst in on her in the ...

... shower, pretending it was an accident. She had laughed it off, niavely believing it was just a mishap, and I had obtained a lovely mental picture of her delicious body. My younger sister was eleven, but I figured that was ripe enough for fucking. After all, Jenny said that she and her sister, and all their cousins, were traditionally deflowered when they were eight, and at that age they also began attending the orgies. It was fucking turning me on, the idea that tonight I would be able to fuck some children as well as teenagers my own age and women in their twenties, thirties, forties...there was just so much variety to look forward to! Eventually we arrived at Jenny's grandmother's house. It was a huge, six-bedroomed tudor cottage set back far from the road by a gravel drive. It had a large and very neat lawn, with plenty of flower beds and rose bushes. The vast garden was bordered by high bushes, and with dense woodland flanking the garden it appeared that the cottage was light-years from civilization, even though there was actually a town just a couple of miles down the road. Jenny's grandmother, Helen, was fifty-nine and lived alone here. Her wealthy husband, who had been twenty-years her senior, had passed away a few years ago, but Helen's widowhood was far from lonely. She saw her fuck-happy family regularly, not just at these monthly orgies. She also had a couple of strapping young gardeners who came three times a week, and in addition their horticultural duties they ...