Date: Sat, 27 Feb 2016 21:09:56 +0000 (UTC)
From: eric sans <eric.sans@yahoo.com>
Subject: ERIC'S ORAL FAMILY chapter three

			    ERIC'S ORAL FAMILY

First off, I want to apologize for the formatting problems on chapter two.
I even posted a revision that I "fixed" but it also had it's problems. I am
hoping this chapter won't have those problems.

This one involves sex between Tina and her preteen daughter. As usual, this
is just a fiction story meant for fantasy enjoyment. The usual disclaimers
apply. If you are not old enough to be reading this legally then you
probably shouldn't.

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				 CHAPTER 3


Eric quickly scooped his jeans off the floor and started pulling them on. Cindy
pulled her panties up and straightened her dress.

"Wipe your face, there's cum on it." whispered Eric.

Cindy tore off a length of toilet paper and wiped quickly.

Tina stormed into the bathroom at that moment, still quite upset. She stopped in
her tracks, surprised at finding both children in the bathroom. Her eyes narrowed.

"What's going on in here?" she asked suspiciously.

"Nothing's going on." Eric shot back. He was upset with her as well. "You told me
to get dressed and wash my face, and that's what I'm doing. Cindy just had to
use the bathroom."

Tina thought a moment then let it go. What's the matter with me, she wondered. I
better get hold of myself or I'll start seeing illicit sex around every corner.

"Start packing your things. We're going on a trip."

Eric went slack-jawed.

"A trip?"

"All of us?" Cindy chimed in.

"No, just us. Daddy's not going."

Eric stomped his foot indignantly. "That's not fair! I don't want to go!" he shouted.

Cindy was also upset, almost crying. "If Daddy's not going then I don't want to go either!"

Tina was getting angry. She hadn't expected so much resistance from the
children and it was throwing her off balance. She yelled back at them.

"Be quiet and pack your things! I know what's best! Now hurry up, we're leaving
right away!"

Tina turned and stormed out of the bathroom and headed for the master
bedroom. Once there she reached up into closet and pulled a suitcase down
from the top shelf. She threw it on the bed in frustration, then began tossing her
things into it. As she packed the grip she became conscious of a gnawing feeling
at the pit of her stomach. Why was she acting like this? Why was she playing the
outraged parent, the oh-so conservative adult? Because, she quickly answered
herself, I have to. What Ernest was doing was wrong, everybody knows that. Deep
inside Tina knew that he wasn't really hurting Eric, in fact it was pretty obvious
that Eric was enjoying it. But a father isn't supposed to do those things with his
children, especially his own son. Yet if all this is true then why was she feeling
so bad about the way she was acting?

An image flashed quickly through her mind. Tina suddenly recalled herself
tucking Eric in at night. She saw herself stretching out over him in her sheer
scanty undies as she so often did, teasing her own little boy with her voluptuous
body. She saw herself changing her position constantly, allowing him to see her
from every possible angle. Then she recalled how she fantasized about Eric,
wondering just what her son would do if she suddenly decided to sit on his face.
She remembered how her nipples turned hard and erect from the excitement of
it, how her pussy would moisten at the thought of her son's tongue on her clit.
She always pretended to be oblivious to the effect she was having on her boy, as
well as to her own excitement. But she was definitely turned on by him. She
thought of the many times she ran her hands over Eric's boyish chest, enjoying
the feel of his body under her hands as she fantasized about sucking his little
cock. Maybe that's why she was so angry with Ernest. Maybe she was jealous....
No! Tina snapped herself out of that train of thought. That had nothing to do with
it. What her husband was doing was wrong, plain and simple. And even if she
had fantasized about her son, that doesn't mean that she was going to do
anything about it. A fantasy is just a fantasy. Actually doing it is something else
altogether.

Tina reached behind her neck and untied her bikini top. She flung the wet halter
into the bathroom and began sliding the bottoms over her hips and down her
thighs. They followed the halter onto the bathroom floor. She stood there naked
and looked at herself in the mirror as she ran her hands softly down her smooth
shapely body. Damn Ernest, anyway, she thought as she cupped her large firm
breasts. Shouldn't this be enough for him?

Once again her mind spoke up. Tina Andrews, it said, you are such a hypocrite.
Is Ernest enough for you? Don't you do your share of fucking around? And not all
with men, either. How about you and Margie Reynolds? How many times have
the two of you buried your head between each others legs? How many times
have you grabbed onto those firm creamy thighs of hers as she furiously humped
your face? Admit it, you love licking that woman's pussy as she rubs it up against
your nose, mouth, and chin. You hunger for it. Just as she hungers to lick yours.

"Mommy! Mommy!"

Tina's thoughts were shattered by Cindy's cry as she came noisily into her room.
Tina turned to attend her daughter, forgetting for the moment that she was naked.
Cindy also didn't seem to notice or care. She threw her arms tightly around her
mother's hips, burying her face in Tina's lower belly as she cried. The child's
hands clutched firmly onto Tina's ass as she cried.

"Please don't make us leave Daddy. Please. We don't wanna go."

Tina grabbed onto her daughter's shoulders nervously, all too conscious of where
her mouth was. Her first thought was to push Cindy away, but quickly decided not
to; not when she was so upset.

"I'm sorry, honey, but it's for the best right now."she said, trying to sound
comforting.

"But I don't wanna leave Daddy." Cindy balled even louder.

Tina held her daughter gently as she cried, feeling helpless. Even as she held
her she couldn't help noticing the thrill that ran up her spine from the feel of
Cindy's chin pressing against her pubic bone. Tina's nipples began to harden.
Even as she tried to soothe the distraught young girl an entirely different thought
began to sneak into her mind, taking firm hold almost before she even knew it
was there. If she were to shift herself just a little, she thought, she could
manoeuver her pussy right into her daughter's mouth....

No! What was wrong with her? How could she be thinking something like that at
a time like this? Still, the pressure from Cindy's face was definitely making her
excited.

"Honey, you have to stop holding Mommy so tightly," Tina tried to be firm with
herself, but something was happening to her resolve.

"But I don't want to leave Daddy, and neither does Eric! Please don't make us go
without him, Mommy. Please!"

Tina's cunt began to catch fire. Migod, she's talking right into it! Her brain began
to cloud, her reason and common sense began to disappear. She tried again,
even as her strength began to weaken.

"Cindy honey, please let go, you're making Mommy..."

"Please say Daddy can come with us, Mommy. Please!"

Tina rolled her eyes back in her head. Cindy's jaw movements were getting to
her. She felt her pussy twitch as her tiny clit began to grow stiff and hard, pushing
its way out from their protective folds.

"Honey, please...your mouth...."

"Yes, Mommie?" Cindy responded, not looking up.

Tina paused just a moment, her eyes half-closed.

"Mommie, what?"

"Keep doing that with your mouth." The words came out of her mouth before she
could stop them. It was too late to take them back.

Cindy was puzzled but sort of understood what was happening. Mommie was
talking with that same kind of voice Eric had when he told her to suck him off.
She continued to move her lips and jaw against her mother's pussy lips.

"You mean like this?" she ventured.

With an audible sigh Tina grabbed on to Cindy's head and held her to her as she
collapsed back onto the bed. To hell with morals, to hell with society, to hell with
all that crap. Even if every gossiping busybody in the neighborhood were to walk
in her bedroom right now she wouldn't give a damn. She had just found heaven
in her 10 year old daughter's mouth and there was no way anybody was going to
take this from her.

"Oh yes, Cindy honey, lick it for me...lick me right there with your tongue.
OOOhhhhyyyyess!"

Cindy flicked her tongue out tentatively at first,then gradually became bolder as
her mother responded with groans of pleasure. Still holding her daughter's head to
her groin with one hand, Tina began squeezing one of her gorgeous boobs with the
other. So what if everybody says that this is wrong, thought Tina. Hell, THEY'RE wrong!
I know it now. This has to be right, or else how could it feel so GOOD!

"Oohh yess, sweet baby, keep doing that! YES!" Tina knew she was close to
cumming now. She reached down and once again grabbed onto Cindy's head
with both hands, getting ready for the jolt.

All of a sudden she was cumming, hard! She yelped out loud as she held her
little girl's face tight against her splayed pussylips, her clit twitched and jumped
under Cindy's tiny tongue. Tina felt as if every nerve-ending had exploded with
the intense pleasure. For one long ecstatic moment the whole world vanished
from her senses. Nothing existed except Cindy and her, locked together in this
erotic incestuous union...Cindy's mouth to her pussy. It was shocking, it was
horrible, it was...it was the greatest feeling on Earth! Oh yes, Tina thought to
herself, forget all those all thoughts and prudish rules. This was life! This was joy!
How could she ever have thought any other way? And Cindy even seemed to just
flow with it! She instinctively knew that this was natural and good. Just as she
herself had known when she was a litle girl. Then a voice from the doorway.

"Are we interrupting something?"


                                  END OF CHAPTER THREE

One more chapter to follow. Let me know what you think. eric.sans@yahoo.com