Finally, just like his mother and step-father, he, too, began to slow his movements, biting his lower lip to keep from yelling mindlessly in his utter bliss. It was incredible. It was an all-consuming failing that washed through his body in pumping, surging waves, blazing through his loins and making his thighs quiver and tremble, but even as he stroked his cock with an additional fervor, he could sense that it was over, that he had spent his sexual passion and it would not come back for some time.
Pressing his ear to the door again, he could hear nothing except the low, muffled conversation his parents were having. He hated Larry even more, now, hated him like nothing else on the earth. He knew he had fucked his mother crazy, and what was worse, his mother had loved it. She actually wanted Larry to do it to her? The answer was obvious. His mother still thought of him as a little boy. She didn't know that his cock could get as hard as it was now. Well, he thought as he picked up his pants and crept down the stairs, making sure that he was neither seen or heard, he'd show her. He had a cock that was better than Larry's, and he was going to see to it that his mother got nothing but the best.
CHAPTER TWO
Seventeen year old Karen Martin laid back in her bed, thinking about what had happened during the day. She would never forget the expression on her newly wed Uncle Larry's face when she told him she was going to the college in Courtland, and wanted to know if she could stay with him until school started in three weeks. Larry hadn't seen his niece in almost four years, and they were hardly what people would call close. But she was family, and as they say, blood is thicker than water.