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MATRIARCHY started with a book on Mr Double, www.mrdouble.bz/htm/enovel/pages/08/enovel_8680.htm, and some scenes from the book are retained.
The cast of characters is as follows.
Helen Frederic, age 27, was 12 when fucked and impregnated by an Indian guide, Tony, age 45. Helen's husband, Art Frederic, is age 30. Helen's half-breed son Danny now is 14. Helen's friend, Vanessa, age 28, is married to Barry, age 31, a friend of Art since childhood.
Helen's parents are Abe O'Farrell and his wife Ruth Mitchell O'Farrell, both 44. Ruth is daughter of Bill Mitchell, age 60 and Ramona Mitchell, age 58, and Bill and Ramona are brother and sister. Bill and Romona started a sex-dog business when he was 27 and she was 25.
Chapter 1 WOODLAND VACATION
At a camp on a lake. Tony - he'd had an Indian name none of them could pronounce, so they'd nicknamed him Tony - had gone to scout the trail for the next day's hike. Helen went for a walk alone, but turned back fearing snakes.
Approaching the camp, she heard her mother squeal and her father laugh.
"Abe! Behave yourself!"
"Behave myself! When I can have nooky in this glorious setting?"
"You want to fuck?"
"Of course, you wench!"
Helen heard snapping twigs and rustling underbrush, and Helen's redheaded mother burst into the middle of a clearing in front of Helen's hidden place. Ruth stumbled. She saw Helen crouching between bushes.
Ruth grinned at her daughter, pursed her lips in a shush formation, then mouthed silently, "Watch us."
Helen's father burst into the clearing, pulled his wife to her feet and hugged her, his hand kneading her ass.
They fell to the dark earth, Ruth guiding them so their feet faced Helen. Her mother's halter came off, and Abe pinned Ruth beneath him, his mouth at her bare breast, his hand in her shorts. His wife groped at his fly, fumbling at the zipper and finally pulling out his cock.
Helen pressed her pussy on one heel, and she clutched her half-grown breasts in her hands, squeezing and massaging.
Her father pulled off her mother's shorts. Ruth lifted her ass off the ground to help him. Abe dropped one hand between his wife's legs. Ruth squealed, twisted, and sat up to mouth the moist cockhead that peeked out of her hand.
Helen's hands slipped under her tee-shirt, up to her training bra and under it to cup the cones of her girlish breasts.
Abe straightened, tugging at his clothes while his wife mouthed his prick. Her hair flamed in a ray of sunlight, a gleaming ginger halo against the background of her husband's white belly and his thick, black body hair.
Ruth sat with her knees up and feet widely parted, her pussy visible to Helen - wet pink labia pouting out of carrot-colored pubic hair. Helen stared with envy. Her own cunt had barely protruding cuntlips and only a small tuft of red hair above it.
Helen wished she were out there with her parents, sucking her mother's sweet pussy as she often did at home, and sucking her father's engorged cock - something she'd never done but craved.
Grandmother O'Farrell's acid tone sounded in the back of Helen's mind. "Dirty-minded little girl! Shameless as your mother! The Devil's own child!" Helen blocked it out - the old woman was a thousand miles away, and Helen's father was getting ready to fuck Helen's mother, right in front of their daughter!
Helen's mother scrambled to her knees when Abe stood up to kick off his pants. She regained his cockhead in her mouth and cradled his balls in her hand.
He laughed. "God, woman! You're hungry today!"
Ruth tilted her head back and said. "I go wild, wanting you so much!"
He sank to his knees, his cock between their bellies, her breasts spreading and flattening against his chest. He seized her ass cheeks, parting them and inadvertently exposing the pink pucker of Ruth's asshole to their daughter.
Abe touched her asshole and asked, "Do you want it up your ass?"
"Some other time. I want you in my cunt now!"
Ruth twisted, positioning her twat above his dick, grabbed his cock, and lowered her cunt over his cockhead. She sat on his thigh with one of her thighs and her asscheek, her other knee hanging toward the ground, and rocked her hips. Abe held one palm at the small of his wife's back and massaged her ass with his other hand. She groaned and flung her arms around him and began nuzzling his neck, biting and releasing and biting again.
"She likes that!" Helen whispered, gazing wide-eyed at her father's fingers caressing her mother's asshole. Helen knew that from her own experience of rubbing her Moma's asshole while sucking Moma's clit. She inched forward on her heel, bearing down with her own anus on her rounded, bony heel.
Ruth leaned back, clinging to Abe's shoulders, staring into his face, her eyes looking strangely sleepy. Her mouth was wet and red, and her nostrils flared. She tossed her head and her hair tumbled red about her shoulders.
"Darling!" Her voice was husky. "Oh, God, We're two animals! Rut me! Roll me in the dirt! Please, baby!"
Abe's mouth was open, and he twisted and fell backward, keeping his wife impaled on his cock and rolling with her as they hit the soft, moist earth. Ruth's legs parted widely and she gouged into the leafmold with her toes. Together they rolled across the clearing, bits of sweet-smelling black debris clinging to their bodies. Their legs and arms tangled and they bit at each other.
Helen writhed with desire. She twisted her fist among the throbing tissues of her pussy and bit the back of her other hand to smother the whimper that welled in her throat. Oh, yes! she thought. Oh, yes! That is how I want to be! Naked and rolling free! Maybe it's sinful like Grandma says, but nothing could be more wonderful! I'm like Mama!
Abe's fingers dug into the white flesh of his wife's ass, parting her cheeks and dabbing at her anus, his teeth tugging at her nipples while she thrashed beneath him. She ground the back of her head against the earth, her eyes bulging and her teeth clenched.
Helen felt a churning in her belly while she watched her father press his cock into her mother's wet cunt.
"Oh...!" Ruth gasped. "Hard, Abe! HARD!"
Abe jammed his hips forward.
Animals! thought Helen with a happy thrill. They're like animals that belong here in the woods! Rutting animals! Her own young pussy pulsed with every thrust of her father's cock into her mother's cunt. She ground her thighs together, glorying in the sticky wetness that spread over them.
"Abe! Abe!" Ruth cried out. "Unh," Abe answered. His buttocks snapped down and he stopped thrusting. His back straightened, and his orgasm showed in the jerks of his shoulders as Ruth's hips rotated on the base of his deep-thrust cock.
"Mmm!" she groaned. "Mmm, fuck-fuck-fuck!"
Helen flattened herself on her belly, her fist in her pussy, and groveled in the loose earth, grinding her clit on her hard knuckles. She squirmed backward through the low-hanging brush, until she was at last alone. She sprang to her feet and bounded away between the trees
She emerged in another clearing that Tony had shown her, where one could lie quietly and watch a family of squirrels jump and play. A surrounding thicket of low firs trailed their boughs to the ground, shutting out the world.
She went to the center of the clearing. She unbuttoned and shrugged off her blouse and removed her training bra. She fingered her conical boobs and plucked at the hard little nipples. She thrust her shorts and her panties off her hips and sat to work them over her boots. The boots had to stay on. The boots were her essence, a saucy tomboy. Standing naked from her knees up she looked down at her little red patch of pubic hair.
She flung her shoulders and head back letting her hair fall free. She placed her hands on her pussy and explored her slit with her fingertips. To her delight she found her wet labia were swollen bigger than ever before - not meaty coxcombs like her mother's but no longer thin girlish cords. Her fingers slid to the little lump that generated such incredible sensations of delight. Writhing and gasping, she played with her clitoris, whipping her excitement back to the peak she'd felt during her parent's orgasm.
She dropped to all fours, knees stiff and palms resting on the cool earth, spreading her feet as widely as she could and imagining her father mounting her the way a dog would. She thrust one hand into her crotch to massage her gaping twat. She teased herself, sliding her fingertips in the wetness on her pussy and tracing rings around the rim of her cunt. Then she yielded to her feverish hunger and rubbed her clitoris.
Her hips jerked and her boobs wiggled under her as her excitement rocketed.
This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
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Changes last made on: Sunday, September 02, 2018