Tucker's Summer: Unchecked Impulses

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Part 5 of Tucker's preposterous proportions and shenanigans.
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Part 9 of the 10 part series

Updated 08/30/2017
Created 04/03/2014
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For some strange reason I woke the next morning horny as a motherfucker. I would've thought that the huge wad of cream I had fed to Julie would have left me drained for a while. Hormones. No telling what they would make a person do I guess. Right now however my bladder was saying "get your ass to the toilet and drain me." Throwing on my pajama bottoms I stumbled to the bathroom and did just that. After what felt like an hour, but was actually a few minutes, the steady stream off piss dried up leaving my morning wood a whole lot more flexible. Leaving the bathroom I almost ran over Maggie as she rushed to the john. Averting her eyes from mine, she mumbled "morning" and quickly shut the door. What a ditzy broad I thought turning toward the staircase. Julie stepped out of her room at the same time.

"Hey Tucker," she cooed at me.

"What's up with Mags," I asked, ignoring her lascivious grin.

"I think she's embarrassed that she let you fuck her. She really doesn't like you very much you know."

"No shit Sherlock," I quipped.

"So Tucker," she said, lifting the hem of her nightshirt above her mound. "I'm getting stubbly, wanna help shave my twat?"

Her snickers stayed with me all the way to the kitchen. I was just finishing my bowl of coco-puffs when the girls trotted down the stairs chatting endlessly. Their banter stopped abruptly as soon as Maggie saw me at the table. She turned to Julie, gave her a peck on the cheek, and then rushed out the front door.

"That's one serious wack-a-doodle," I remarked as Julie sat down with her cereal.

"Shut up asshole, she's my friend."

"Yeah, yeah, but she is..." I left it there.

"I didn't hear you complaining when you had that horse cock in her," she shot back.

"What the fuck Julie, you want Mom and Dad to hear you," I hissed, frantically checking around to see if they were in earshot.

"News flash butt-wad. It's after ten o'clock, they're at work," came her snide answer.

I was a little stunned that I had slept so late. Fucking two pussies in a row must make you extra tired I thought. I had plans for today so I hurried and took a shower. When I stepped out of the shower Julie was on the pot, legs opened wide, running a razor over her mound. She stopped and watched me dry off, a shit-eating smile on her lips. Just for the hell of it I stepped in front of her and wagged my dick in her face. The mirthful look on my face vanished when she leaned forward and sucked my dick into her mouth like a noodle. She spit me out just as my cock started to show awareness of what was happening.

"Since you didn't want to help me shave, I'm gonna leave you hanging," she smirked.

Crap, that sure backfired. Now I was even hornier than before.

"What're you gonna do today," she asked, returning to the job of shaving her muff.

"Got to go over and get Johnny to help me with something," I answered, watching the skill she showed as the razor glided over her skin.

"Your little geek friend? What do you need his help with?"

"I'll let you know later. I have to find out if something will work before I can tell you," I said, cringing slightly as the razor neared her clit.

"Okay. I think I'm going to hang around the house, maybe catch a nap later. I was up pretty late last night," her innuendo wasn't lost on me.

Reluctantly I left and put on some shorts, a black tee shirt and running shoes. Making sure I had my wallet I jumped on my bike and peddled over to the Macintyre's house. Carla answered the door dressed in a short, sleeveless floral-print summer dress. After pinching my butt she told me Johnny was in his room and led me down the hall. She knocked softly but entered before he could say come in.

"Tucker's here John," she announced stepping aside to let me in.

"What's up dude," he said, stretched out on his bed in just his tighty-whities.

"Need some techno advice," I told him.

"Sounds like you two are going to talk about shit I know nothing about, so I'll say bye for now," Carla said and started to leave.

"I'm headed to the store, need anything," she had turned back and asked Johnny.

"Just some of that sweet poon-tang of yours Mom," Johnny didn't hesitate to say.

With a chuckle Carla raised the bottom of her dress and showed us she wasn't wearing any panties, before smiling and quickly leaving. My brain registered the fact that her pubic hair had been trimmed enough to make out her protruding clit and her inner labia nestled in her slit. Johnny and I both groaned at the same time. When I turned back to look at him I saw he had a little chubby going on in his briefs.

"She trimmed it up," I stated the obvious.

"Yeah. She likes to be licked, so I had to tell her I was tired of picking hair out of my mouth for a week afterwards," Johnny remarked.

"It was kinda bushy," I agreed.

"Kinda? Shit dude, it was like putting my face into a big ball of fur," our laughter echoed throughout his room for several minutes.

"Anyway, what did you need to know," he asked all laughed out.

"Is it possible to set up a camera in a hallway and watch it on a laptop," I asked.

"Sure. Why?"

"I think Julie has been going in my room when I'm not home, and I want to catch her in the act," I lied.

"Hell, all you need is a remote web cam and wi-fi and your all set," he said, as if he thought I had a clue to what he was saying.

"How much would it cost to set that up," I asked, not wanting to blow the money I was saving to buy a car with.

"How long ya gonna leave it up for?"

"One, maybe two days. No more than three tops," I said.

Getting off his bed and rummaging through his closet he told me he had everything I needed if I wanted to borrow it. The only problem was, I would be using his personal laptop and he needed it back in a few days max. After getting my assurance to return it as quickly as possible he pulled out a small box from the closet and set it on his bed. When he opened it I saw a tiny black box wrapped in clear plastic inside.

"This is a battery operated web cam already set up to my computer. All you do is stick it where you want with tape and you're good to go."

Taking it out of the box he showed me the back of it. There was a plastic strip that would sit flush against a wall, with enough of a lip to tape it to a flat surface. The whole thing was about half the size of a Zippo lighter and would be hard to spot if you weren't looking for it. If I placed it at the end of the hall pointing toward the stairs I didn't think anyone would notice it, especially if I only used it for two nights and took it down during the day.

"Wow, this is perfect. Where did you get it," I asked.

"Bought it online through a place that sells spy stuff. I've had it for a couple years now. Wanna know something," he asked in a low voice.

"Sure," I loved secrets.

"I had this in Mom's room before we...you know. Used to beat off as I watched her masturbate," he snickered.

"And I thought I was a horndog," I laughed.

"I'm home boys," Carla called down the hall.

Johnny put his laptop and the camera in a carry case and handed it to me with instructions to be very careful with them. He also told me to check out some of the pics he had in a folder labeled 'fun times' on the laptop. Not putting anything else on he led me back to the front room in his underwear. Carla was sitting in the overstuffed chair, naked, her legs out in front of her drinking a bottle of beer.

"You boys want a cold one," she asked, eyeing us from head to toe.

"Hell yeah," we both said.

Johnny got two out of the fridge, gave me one and went over and sat on the floor between Carla's spread legs. I took the couch. Our beers lasted long enough for us to guzzle them down, about half a minute I would say. Carla left her legs spread, her beaver winking at me, when Johnny got up and grabbed two more beers. I sipped mine, boldly eyeballing his Mother's cunt before he blocked my view by regaining his seat in front of her. Johnny leaned his head back, closed his eyes and idly stroked Carla's calf muscle with his free hand. Carla had a sultry look on her face as she gazed directly into my eyes and lazily sipped her beer.

"Is Momma's boy hungry," she purred rubbing the top of Johnny's head, her eyes still fixed to mine.

Without a word Johnny sat his beer off to the side, swung around onto his knees and lowered his mouth towards her pussy. Slouching down some on the chair, she opened her legs wider and her eyes closed briefly when Johnny's tongue made contact with her clit. A soft moan escaped her lips as her eyes opened halfway and once again drank all of me in. They opened completely when I reached down and undid my pants. I put my beer down long enough to pull my shorts around my ankles and free my growing stiffy. Her hips began to rise and fall in the chair as she matched the speed of my slowly pumping hand on my shaft, pushing her cunt forcefully against Johnny's mouth.

Johnny's tongue dug deeper and deeper into his Mom's slit, generously coating her cunt with his spit as he slowly lapped up her flowing juices. The impulse to be next to her overwhelmed me; after freeing my shorts from my shoes and tugging off my shirt, beer in hand, I walked over and stood at the side of the chair staring at her pointy nipples.

"Let me do that for you sweetie," she said, pushing my hand off my dick and replacing it with hers.

Her and I casually sipped our beers as her hand yanked my crank in a slow up and down motion. Johnny's eagerness took over shortly and he began to eat her pussy faster. The quicker his tongue plowed through her love canal the faster her hand pulled on my dick.

"OOOHH Baby, you sure know how to eat Mommy's pussy," she purred.

Her hand became a blur on my shaft as Johnny kicked it into overdrive, assaulting her steamy wet slit with his entire face. Pre-cum dripped from my dick in big drops, landing on her chest as I stepped as close to her as I could. My eyes were slits now, my balls tightening in knots as my cum boiled deep in my sack. Carla knew what was coming; she aimed my rod toward her chest and pumped even faster. My knees buckled a little from the force of my orgasm.

"HOLY CRAP!!" I hollered, as spurt after spurt of sticky white spunk splashed her chest, coating one small tit completely.

Like a deranged maniac she dropped her beer, pushed Johnny away from her cunt and lay down on the floor in front of him.

"FUCK ME JOHNNY! FUCK ME NOW!!" she screeched.

I collapsed into her vacant chair and watched Johnny rip his briefs down enough to pull out his raging manhood. With no care about hurting her, or getting my jizz on himself, he crawled between her widely splayed legs and jammed all his meat into her sopping pussy in one mighty thrust. Like a gerbil on steroids he slammed his Mother's pussy with so much force her tiny breasts rocked wildly on her chest. Her eyes rolled back in her head, and her legs twitched spasmodically as her son pile drove into her squishy sounding cunt. I could hear the sound of Johnny's balls battering her buttocks right before he squealed like a pig and flooded her cunt with an ungodly amount of dick cream. My cock was at half-mast just from the sounds of their fucking.

Exhausted from his efforts, Johnny rolled off and lay beside her on the floor breathing like an asthmatic. The thought that he might die from lack of oxygen vanished from my brain as soon as I saw Carla's soaked pussy staring up at me. Spunk was everywhere, matting what hair she hadn't trimmed, and oozing in a river down the crack of her ass.

"MORE!" she cried, apparently not satisfied from the beating her pussy had just taken.

The word "Impulse" flashed through my brain as I said "what the hell," and slid between Carla's opened legs. My cock was fully hard when I thrust past the outer folds of her leaking cunt and up into her well-lubricated tunnel. Immediately her legs went up around my ass and pulled ten inches of rock hard rod deep into her wetness. She managed to force the rest of me inside her when her hips started wildly bucking up and down off the floor. Lust took over, and if she wanted to get fucked hard, then who was I to deny her. Squish, squish, squish came the sound from her pussy as I hammered my whole cock into her quivering hole. Splat, splat, splat could be heard as my balls bounced off her small, soft, cum coated butt. The knowledge that I was taking sloppies didn't even slow me down; release was all I was after.

"YES! YES! NOOOWWWWW!!" Carla screamed as we came together in a mind searing, cunt-flooding explosion of animalistic lust.

Using the last of my energy I rolled off her onto the floor, desperately trying to catch my breath. One of my legs was flopped over one of hers; I could feel her trembles still running through it. All three of us smelled like we'd been fucked hard and put away wet. The smell of bodily fluids permeated the air we sucked in.

"Oh man, I think I'll be walking bow-legged for a week after that," Carla giggled between breaths.

"We stink," Johnny added.

"Let's take a shower together," Carla suggested.

It was almost twenty minutes before we were finally able to get off the floor and head to the bathroom. Keeping Carla between us, Johnny and I relaxed while she took turns scrubbing us down, giving each of our pricks a quick kiss when she was done. She stood still while we lathered her body in jasmine scented soap, spreading the lather everywhere except on her cunt. She wouldn't let us touch her there because she said it was too sore. We did get to palm her tits and ass though. Once we were done, and dried, I went into the front room to get dressed. Carla wrapped a large towel around herself and followed me; Johnny stumbled to his room saying he was going to take a nap.

"Thanks again for a great fuck Tucker," Carla whispered in my ear as her hand fondled my limp dick, making it hard to pull my pants on.

"Anytime Mrs. Macintyre, uh, I mean Carla," I said tugging my pants the rest of the way up.

"I'm going to hold you to that. Right now I think I need a nap too," she left me standing there and disappeared down the hall.

The carry case slung over my shoulder bumped against my thigh as I made my way home. Not wanting to damage the laptop I was forced to go slower than I wanted, the thoughts of what Johnny had said about the pictures on it urging me to go faster. After I put my bike away, I trotted up to my room not registering how quit the house seemed to be.

The first thing on my agenda was to plug in the laptop and check out that picture folder. After that I figured I'd set the camera up and do a dry run to check things out. Johnny had high-end gear and it took no time for the computer to completely boot up. On the screen were icons for various programs, including one for the camera and another showed the image of a folder. We all know which one I clicked on first.

The screen filled with a list of files, about thirty in all. Most were designated as jpegs, but near the bottom of the page was one mpeg file. I ran the mouse cursor to the navigation bar and clicked view, then thumbnails. Bingo! Pictures of Carla in different poses filled the screen. Most were shots of her playing with herself and a few showed her stuffing a large dildo into her twat. In every one of the pictures she was smiling from ear to ear. I smiled back at her while rubbing my dick through my pants. After several long, long minutes of salivatating over the photos I clicked on the mpeg file. The timer on the media player showed the clip would run for six minutes. I hit play.

The clip showed Carla lying on the same bed as the photos. She had her knees pushed up to her chest and held in place by her arms over her thighs. One hand was savagely ramming the large dildo into her box as the other hand worked her clit. I watched in total fascination as she roughly fucked herself, the fake cock getting shinier and shinier from her juices. Faster and faster she plunged the dildo in and out of her cunt until she started to tremble. There was no sound, but I saw her mouth open in an O as her feet dropped to the mattress. Her hips began to bounce wildly for a couple minutes before she raised her ass completely off the bed and locked herself in this position, the unmoving dildo shoved all the way into her furry snatch. I felt pre-cum wetting my thigh as she shook for a while then collapsed down. If Johnny thought he had taped this on the sly, then he was sadly mistaken. Carla's eyes had never looked away from the camera's lens the entire time.

I had to sit there for a short time to let the swelling in my cock go down before I could move. The quality of the clip was pretty good, not high-def good, but good nonetheless. I took the camera out and activated it with the laptops program. Holding it up at arms length I watched myself in real-time as I pointed the lens in my direction. The fact that it didn't have sound began to bother me. I didn't think Johnny would get one that had no sound, so I called him and asked about it. He told me to look on the side. There was a tiny switch that read, mic on, mic off. Great I thought as I used my thumbnail to move the switch to the on position. I was now ready to put it in the hall and check how good it would work.

Passing Julie's open door I stopped in my tracks. She was lying on her stomach with her legs over the side from the knees down. What really captured my attention was the way her pink nightshirt had ridden up over her sweet round ass, leaving her cheeks completely exposed. The fact that she wasn't wearing panties made my palms itch to touch her bare skin. Slipping into her room I went and stood near her feet. Her legs were parted just enough for me to see all the way up to her freshly shaved twat. The inner lips of her cunt looked damp and inviting nestled between the smooth puffy outer folds; too inviting.

Everyone thinks that I sleep like a log, but in reality, it's Julie who could sleep through a hurricane. Knowing that I didn't hesitate to put the camera down and spread her legs wider by her ankles. With the camera back in hand I started scanning it over her legs, then further up until it was pointed right at her pussy. Kneeling by the side of the bed between her legs I snaked my free hand up past her thighs and let my fingers touch her hot flesh. She was damp. The impulse to poke my finger into her grew until I couldn't control it. Extending my forefinger out, I lightly ran the tip of it through the softness of her slit, going deeper and deeper each time. I held the camera at what I hoped was the right distance, so it wouldn't come out blurry as my finger sank steadily into her wet hole. Her muscles rippled around my digits as my finger pushed in until it was buried up to my knuckles. Watching her cunt lips cling to my moist finger each time I pulled it back out had me hard as a rock. Small moans began to trickle out of her mouth the faster I fingered her slick tunnel.

"That feels so good Daddy," she whimpered softly when I twirled my finger inside her increasingly wet cunt.

I froze, my finger not moving in or out. Daddy? What the fuck! Did she just call out for Dad? I'll be a son-of-a-bitch I thought. My sister has Daddy issues. For some strange and perverted reason, the thought that Julie might want to fuck Dad really turned me on. I began to move my finger faster than before, a picture of Dad banging the shit out of her swirling around my head.

"Oh God, I'm cumming Daddy," Julie moaned in her sleep as her ass pushed back on my knuckles.

I kept my finger lodged in her quivering cunt until she settled down and a small snore let me know she was still asleep. Standing up I sniffed my finger, then stuck it in my mouth and sucked her juices from it. Damn, my sister has one tasty pussy I thought to myself as I retreated back to my room. I shot my second load into some tissue as I watched the new clip for the third time. The rest of the day was a blur. I did get the camera put up in the hallway before I went down for supper.

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