Nancy Wheeler's skirt was lifted high, caught by a sudden gust of wind which blew it up past her shapely hips, exposing the tight bikini-style panties that hugged and molded her curvy buttocks. A deep flush of embarrassment came over her face as she noticed the leering eyes of the lounging men nearby. Her efforts to lower her skirt only made matters worse.
A second gust plastered the thin material against her bottom and long slim thighs, boldly outlining her charms to perfection. A long, low whistle of appreciation sounded, and her flush deepened. Inside her tall body she felt an unexpected reaction. It had been growing and bubbling within her the past few months. Nancy wasn't at all sure she liked it.
An involuntary twitch of her pussy caused a soft moan to escape her lips as she crawled into her car, tossing the packages into the rear seat. For a long moment she sat there, pressing the heel of her hand into her lap, her thighs tight together. Her vision became blurred as the deep pulsations in and around her hair-rimmed slit increased with the pressure, and it was some moments before she could focus her vision properly.
Getting the engine started, she threaded the car through the light afternoon traffic, and as she drove, she wondered again why she had been feeling so sexy lately. It had been over two years since her husband passed away, and in all that time she had not been bothered by her sexual urges. It was true that while he had been alive her sexuality had been overwhelming, almost to the point where it would devour her. It had always been that way with Nancy, however, even when she was in high school. Yet during the past two years she had been able, somehow, to go on with her daily living without gratification. Oh, there were times when she would caress between her sugary thighs or fondle her flawless breasts when the feeling became persistent and too intense to ignore, but she usually felt so ashamed and guilty of such a childish method of gratification, it required days to get over it.
Then there had been the matter of Tommy.
Her son had always been obedient, well-behaved, a very good student. But lately he was becoming almost impossible. He would listen to her, but always with that distant expression on his face, so she was never sure she was getting through to him at all. She didn't particularly care for the type of company he had been keeping lately, either, but what could a mother do about it?
Why ... why did you do this to me, Charles? she thought as she steered the car past the shopping center and onto the highway leading from the town. Why did you leave me this way? I need your help with Tommy so desperately. I'm afraid of ... oh, dear God!
She cursed her dead husband silently. Charles Wheeler had always been able to handle their son, and while he had been with them, Nancy had a small amount of control. Maybe Tommy could read her bewildered thoughts on her face, and if that were so, it would explain his insolent attitude of late. Nancy was a woman of strong sexual appetites, and she had been horrified when her erotic imaginings magnified her son as a potential partner. There were times when she would stare into the crotch of his pants, seeing the somewhat perceptible outline of his organ dangling down the left side of his pants. Once she had realized she was seeing a half formed hard-on, and she had gazed hotly, her tongue playing over her lips.
Nancy often enough had a difficult time controlling her sensual personality, but Charles had been around to help her before. Now, without him, without available food for her sexual needs, her eroticism was growing daily. Tommy was certainly old enough to see what she was going through. He might still be a growing boy, both physically and mentally, but he was also an aware young man with an inquiring mind, of good intelligence, and her steaming desires could not be misinterpreted.
Still, Tommy had become very insolent lately, as though he knew what Nancy was going through, knew that he had the means to satisfy her. It seemed as if he were deliberately tormenting her by wearing tight jeans, jeans that made his dong stand out in visible relief, taunting her, teasing her. And as Tommy unashamedly teased his mother sexually that way, Nancy's terror grew.
Nancy was falling into the dangerous situation of becoming involved with her son, sexually involved, and she was bothered by it. No, not bothered-puzzled and terrified. As well she should be. After all, she was his mother, his natural mother; she had every right to discipline him, to force him to be home at a reasonable hour of night, make him study in school, all the rights a mother should have. But she did not have the right to allow him into her bed, between her thighs, feeding that insane beast that roared for satiation. Yet because this sexual need, this obsession that had come over her, almost possessed her, she was losing those rights. What made it worse was that Nancy couldn't do one goddamn thing about her abnormal sexual desire, a desire that was becoming dependent upon her son. She lived from day to day in perpetual fear that she would make advances toward him, seduce her own son.
She realized her thinking was confused, possibly immature. She knew very well that she should take a hand to her son and apply.it on the appropriate portion of his anatomy, but she lacked the courage to exert this authority.
Driving past the thick trees as the small town fell behind her, Nancy thought of her sensual nature, and the cause of its rebirth.
Almost two years ago she had succeeded in suppressing her desires, not wanting to be with any other man. She had been deeply in love with her husband, and it had not bothered her-then-that the gratification came only from him. One man was all she needed at any given time. Yet she did not date, did not even know a man well enough to date. There was plenty of money for her and Tommy, and she had no need to seek employment. Maybe that was part of the problem. She was at home too much. But Nancy had always felt a mother's place was in the home with her children. Tommy was gone most of the time, but at least she was always there when he came home. Tommy was on the verge of becoming a sexual delinquent, and those young hoodlums he ran around with certainly encouraged him. She knew that he was handing out sums of money to those friends of his. He was* the only boy in his crowd that had any. And she knew he was especially giving money to those little whores he seemed to enjoy so much.
There was the answer to her reawakened sexuality.
Not the girls themselves, but what she had observed Tommy doing with them. He had become so bold that he was now bringing the little bitches right into their very home, screwing them right in the bedroom, and not giving a single damn that his mother could see him at any given time. And see them she did ... and became so sexually aroused by seeing her son's hard-on thrusting in and out of a moist, pink twat, she would rush into her own bedroom, rip her panties off, and stimulate herself furiously, thrusting her fingers between her thighs, rubbing and twisting, pulling and smashing the sensitive clitoris until she erupted into a shattering orgasm, again and again, until her body was drained, exhausted both physically and emotionally.
Nancy had seen her son between a young girl's thighs, watched his surprisingly huge organ slip in and out of her hair-lined orifice. She had watched as the girl lifted her legs into the air as she burbled in pleasure, then wrapped them around her son's naked buttocks, watched as the girl's hands clawed at his back while she yelped and squealed with ecstatic pleasure. It was the rippling of his buttocks, the flexing of the smooth muscles, the sight of his hairy testicles swinging about wildly, the view of his throbbing hard-on moving in and out of the girl's slippery, heated pussy that had caused her own passions to flare into a steaming heat, to burn so intensely. She had made her own genitals so sore she almost had to walk about straddle-legged for the rest of the day.
Twice more she had caught her son with a girl, and not the same one, either. Once he had looked up from the gyrating body beneath him and stared directly into his mother's face. Unlike any other son, a boy who might have shown displeasure or even embarrassment at being observed, he had flashed his mother a lewd grin and continued plunging his prick into the receptive pussy of the wiggling, bouncing girl.
Nancy had whirled around and fled from the scene, embarrassed by seeing what was happening right in her own home, but even more bewildered by her son's knowing grin. In fact she was so ashamed, she had been unable to prepare dinner that night-she just couldn't come out of her own bedroom and face Tommy.
And ever since that first wicked scene, she had discovered herself losing control-a very fragile control at best-not only over her son, but over her own passions too. She didn't want to give up that thin thread of control, especially over her sensual personality, but she was powerless to retain her weak grip. She was afraid it would cause her to break, afraid she would go out of her mind, seek out strange men in all sorts of unsavory places, men with beautiful, exquisitely hard organs ... all because she had seen her son's cock. If she capitulated, gave in to her nature, what would she do, where could she go? How would she ever be able to live with herself?
Pulling the car into the tree-shaded lane that led up to the front of the huge old house, she stopped and sat there for a moment. It was a lovely home, almost a hundred years old, but extremely well-kept. There were two floors with a total of five bedrooms-many more than they had ever required. But the white house had been in the Wheeler family for a long time, and her husband hated to give it up.
She didn't mind the small town atmosphere; she enjoyed it. She was well liked and still invited to socials and church gatherings as though her husband were still alive. Charles had been the town's only physician, as had his father before him, and his grandfather, so she had a certain social standing within the community, and she realized any deviation from that standing would" cause her to be ostracized. Small town gossip could actually-kill a person, whether there was any truth to the matter or not.
Shivering slightly, but not because it was cold, she finally stepped from the car. Retrieving her packages from the back seat,-she walked up the well-worn steps to the columned porch. The huge wide door was unlocked-doors were seldom locked in the town-and she stepped directly into the living room.
And stopped, frozen, her mouth hanging open.
There, right on the floor, was her son. There was her own son sitting with his back against the couch, legs spread out before him, totally naked. The girl with him was also naked, and she was hunched over Tommy's prick. Nancy saw first the gleaming white spread of the girl's buttocks, the tufts of hair sticking from between the smooth thighs, then the naked back, and the cascading dark hair as the girl's head moved up and down.
Her staring eyes then looked into her son's face Tommy was grinning almost idiotically back at his mother, his eyes somewhat glassy. He had his hands on the back of the young girl's head, and it was obvious to Nancy that this small, teenaged girl was sucking on her son's organ. And doing so with a great deal of delight and pleasure, judging from the moist, suctioning sounds she was making.
Frozen motionless, the packages still clutched tightly in her arms, Nancy stared, horrified. And as she stood watching, her son lifted one hand almost lazily, waving it at his mother.
"Hi," Tommy said in a thick voice, so unconcerned it was as though there were nothing unusual about his mother catching him with his cock stuffed into a girl's eager mouth.
"Tommy!" Nancy shouted, finding her voice, dropping her packages to the floor. "What has ... this has to..."
Tommy shoved the girl's face away from his lap, then slowly and nonchalantly got to his feet, his penis standing rigid, straining outward, still throbbing, a small thread of saliva and thick fluid dripping from the swollen, smooth head. The girl jumped to her feet, twisted about and faced the shocked Nancy. There was a dark flush on the girl's pretty face, and she made some attempt to conceal her nakedness, to cover her surprisingly large breasts and triangled, dark-haired genitals with her hands. She looked about like a trapped animal, found her discarded clothing in a heap near the corner of the couch, and began to dress hurriedly, flashing fearful eyes at the shaking Nancy..
"What are you trying to say, Mom?" Tommy asked, stroking his fist along his prick unashamedly and at the same time reaching for a pair of cut-off jeans with the other. Unlike the frightened girl, his movements were unhurried.
Nancy couldn't make her voice come. She watched his hand sliding up and down on his swollen organ. She wanted to rush to him, slap the shit out of his insolent sneer, wanted to beat his ass until he changed his nasty attitude toward her. Paradoxically, she also wanted to take his organ in her own hand and stuff it into her quivering snatch. But Nancy knew she didn't dare do any of those things.
The girl had finished dressing, and Nancy was surprised to see how young she looked. Naked, the girl appeared to be at least in her late teens, maybe even her early twenties; dressed, she didn't look much older than fifteen, possibly even fourteen.
"Gosh, Mrs. Wheeler. I didn't..." the girl started.
"Don't say anything, please," Nancy said as she found her voice. "Just leave ... you're dressed. Please, just get out of here!"
The frightened girl scurried past Nancy and ran down the steps of the porch, her slim thighs flashing goldenly in the sunlight as she fled" as if the very devil was poking her up the bottom with the fiery tips of his pitchfork.
Nancy stood facing her son, who now sprawled unconcernedly on the couch, his jeans still unzipped. "Tommy," she began, hardly knowing what to say, but pressing on anyway, "this has gone just about as far as I can stand it. I don't want-" He looked at her with a crooked grin on his handsome face. "Aw, come off it, Mom. Don't be a damned drag, huh? Christ, what's wrong with a guy getting sucked off now and then? You should have stayed in town longer, anyway. Hell, I was about to flood her mouth!"
A burning flush came over her face, heating her flesh. "Do you have to use that kind of language, Tommy? You know you shouldn't-" "Bullshit!" he snorted. "You're a big girl, Mom ... you know how it is. For Chrissakes, we've got freedom now, didn't you know?"
"But-" "Don't start with the goddamn lectures, goddamn it!" His voice rose. Then he stood up. His cock was no longer hard, but he was still open there. Nancy saw the curling hairs, and the pink flesh of his limber organ. "I get lectures every damned day in school. I don't need any more from my mother."
Nancy started to retort angrily, but the sudden stab of tingling sensation between her long thighs brought whatever she was going to say into a tight ball of air at her throat. She moaned softly as her breasts seemed to swell suddenly, and she fought back the almost irresistible urge to press her fist into her crotch then and there. "No ... no lectures, Tommy," she said in a low, hoarse voice.
She bent over, her knees trembling, and picked up the fallen packages, her short skirt rising high behind.
Nancy was not aware of her exposure, but her son was watching. His eyes became wide as the skirt went higher, up over his mother's creamy thighs, and his tongue licked over his hips when the sheer, pale-green bikini panties were briefly exposed to him. The panties were almost transparent, and did nothing to conceal the smooth-fleshed cheeks of Nancy's shapely buttocks, the warm, alluring split between them, the swelling surfaces.
After she had retrieved the packages, she turned and started up the wide stairs to the second floor, her hips swaying with a natural grace, a sensuous rhythm. She was embarrassed and confused, and she was frightened by the feeling between her legs. Tommy had never spoken to her so boldly before, and she realized the impact of his words on her sexual nature.
Halfway up the stairs, she turned her head and saw Tommy standing looking up at her. Again the blush warmed her cheeks. Hurrying now, she could feel his insolent eyes gazing up at her, and unconsciously she tried to control the movement of her hips, but only made them sway and undulate in a more pronounced manner. From below, Tommy could see his mother's slender thighs and the creaminess of her flesh as she climbed higher, and when she reached the top landing, he was" rewarded with another brief view of her delectable bottom beneath the short skirt. His response to such an exposure was renewed vigor, and his cock stood rigidly from the gaping fly of his unzipped jeans.
Nancy turned and glanced over the railing; she saw her son's throbbing organ, the head so swollen it was a dark purple color, and she felt another slicing stab of sexual desire flood through her veins as she jerked her eyes shamefully from him.
He's my son, for God's sake! her mind screamed. I cant possibly ... Oh, Good Lord no ... I wont, can't, even consider such a thing! It's too ... too insane! He's becoming worse, bolder. Doesn't he have any sense of decency ... any shame at all? Bringing that bitch right into our home, and her doing that to him with her ... her mouth! She was actually ... she really had her mouth on him, down there ... She was sucking, yes, sucking on his ... Oh, go on, Nancy Wheeler, say it! That girl was sucking his cock! Ohhhhh, God ... how could she do it? How can a girl do such a thing? What sort of girl would actually let a boy stick that hard thing into her mouth? What kind of girl is it tliat would suck a ... a cock?
Inside her bedroom, she dropped the packages and began to undress. She was acutely aware of the swelling sensations of her pussy now, of the warm moisture forming in the crotch of her panties, and of the tingling, searing heat that made her clitoris swell and twitch. I will not finger myself ... 7 will not rub myself there ... I will not masturbate ... I will not... she repeated over and over in her mind. Letting her skirt and blouse drop to the floor, she peeled her bra from her breasts, pleased to notice they were still firm and tight, riding high and wide on her rib cage, tilted upward and slightly to each side. Her nipples were an angry red now. Kicking her panties free, she stepped into the bathroom. Turning on the shower, she stared at the naked reflection in the full length mirror hanging on the back of the bathroom door.
Nancy Wheeler was a very beautiful woman, a desirable woman, the kind of woman that caused wet dreams. Her almost coal-black hair fell softly about her creamy smooth shoulders, brown eyes sparkling back at her, the fine, straight nose flaring ever so gently to give evidence of her Nordic ancestry. Her lips were quite full, sensuously moist, the bottom one somewhat petulant. They were ripe lips, wet lips, sensitive lips. Her slender neck flowed smoothly into soft shoulders. Her eyes fixed now on the twin thrust of her round breasts, and she gazed at them for a long time. Her breasts were just as full and firm as they had been when she was a teenager: rounded, without any hint of sag, the dark pink nipples fully erect, pointing almost to each side of her body. They were wide breasts, and would have been perfect for the advertisement of bras.
Her waist was narrow and her stomach flat. Her hips, round and firm and lusciously curvy, were wide, but not too wide. Her thighs were long and slim, tanned to perfection from her many days in the huge pool at the rear of the house. Two pale, almost translucent, bands over her breasts and pubic area contrasted erotically with the golden-brown texture of her skin. At the junction of her thighs was the problem; that thick mass of curly black hair, so fluffy soft, concealing a maddeningly sensitive cunt ... a pussy that demanded attention, and whose demands were becoming stronger with each passing day, almost with each passing minute, threatening to consume her, to drive her out of her mind.
Parting the dark strands of hair below, Nancy peered down at the throbbing projection of her inflamed clitoris, the pink point of it peeking provocatively from the forest and moist folds of flesh. A finger brushed over the tingling tip gently, very, very gently, and a tremor of delight rippled up and down Nancy's spine. No .. .God, help me, no! I will not play with myself! she told herself mentally, firmly. I will not finger myself! I will not ... must not... give in to this insane desire, this consuming hunger!. I've got to fight against U ... make it go away ... stop tormenting myself!
Jerking her hands from her pulsating crotch, as though she had touched liquid fire, Nancy stepped underneath the icy spray of the shower. Gasping from the unexpected shock of the cold water, she stood there and let it wash away some of that unbearable heat inside her body.
After she had toweled herself, she pulled a thin summer cotton robe over her nakedness and went back into the bedroom. Moving toward the window, she gazed with troubled eyes out over the sparkling pool below, the water warmed by the heat of the sun. The day was unusually humid, and at just past noon there was more heat to come. But the house had been air-conditioned, which afforded relief during the hot part of the summer days.
She noticed a blur of movement below and saw Tommy take a running dive into the pool. As he surfaced, blowing water, she noticed that he was still wearing the cut-off jeans, and a brief flash of his dick was quite evident. He had not bothered to zip his fly, and Nancy noticed that it was still extremely hard.
Sighing heavily, she turned and stretched out on her huge bed, her mind still reeling with the unashamed actions of her son and the first real view she had ever had of his genitals. Tommy had, at first, tried-or maybe only pretended-to conceal his sexual games from her, even if it had been only within the confines of his bedroom. Today was the first time she had actually caught him in the living room. It was also the first time he had openly defied her with his sexual playmates.
After what seemed hours, Nancy drifted into a restless doze.
A brush of something along her thighs caused her eyes to open, but for some odd, unknown reason she held herself perfectly still, making herself breathe slowly and evenly. Her back was turned toward the door of her bedroom, and she was aware that her robe had twisted up around her waist.
And, Nancy was horrified to realize, she was naked.
What she had not known was Tommy had come past her door, peeked in, and saw his mother's naked bottom fully exposed. She had been lying on her side, and from where he had stood, it was all there for him to gaze upon. And seeing his mother's creamy buttocks this way had created a fantastic hard-on for him, and he wondered why he had never really noticed what a pretty bottom his mother had before. To him, Nancy's buttocks and slender thighs were sheer perfection, flawlessly shaped, and he had been unable to resist the urge to creep silently into her room for a much closer look at such a luscious, sugary bottom.
Standing at the edge of her bed, overwhelmed by the sight of his mother's naked buttocks, Tommy could not swallow the desire to fondle her, to touch her creamy bottom and those long, exquisite thighs with his hands. Trying to control his own breathing, he had caressed the tips of his fingers along the back of his mother's right thigh, moved them up and over the sweet curve of her buttocks, then down over the other cheek. But even that light touch failed to satisfy him, and when the urge came over him to fondle his mother's bottom, to really fondle it, he did so, rubbing at his straining prick with his other hand.
It was that touch on her thighs, the first light touch of Tommy's fingers that had awakened Nancy.
She knew, in that startling moment, that it was him, that it was her son. What is he doing? her mind flared. Oh, dear God ... what is Tommy doing? He's ..-. he's touching me ... touching my bottom! Is he out of his mind? Is he crazy ... or am I? Ohhh, my God ... I'm his mother! Ohhh ... but ... but it does feel nice ...
it's been so long since anyone has touched me this way, so very long. To have a hand on my flesh again ... to have someone feel me up! Ohhhhh, God ... but this is wrong! Tommy is my son, for God's sake! Please ... please, stop! God, Tommy ... don't ... don't do this! Don't touch me this way... don't... please ...
But of course her son couldn't hear the wild thoughts racing through her mind, and even if he could, there was considerable doubt they would have made much of an impression on him. Still unaware that his mother was awake, he ran his hand along her smooth buttocks, his eyes wild with steaming passion. His cock was straining along the surface of one creamy cheek now, and his testicles had a dull ache deep inside them. He wasn't thinking of right or wrong, or that this was his mother he was fondling so boldly. He was concerned with just two things: The luscious velvet-firm feel of her buttocks and the need that boiled within his crotch.
Trailing his palm over one delightful cheek of her bottom, he moved the head of his swollen prick along the other, continued to move his fist up and down on it. His breathing had increased despite his efforts to control it, and Nancy could hear the harshness as he sucked greedily for air. She wanted to jump from the bed, to turn on him, to scream at him that what he was doing was wrong, evil. But she couldn't so much as move a muscle. She tried to deny the sensations that burned through her, the way her anus flexed tightly, the twitching of her moist pussy, the pleasure she was receiving by having him fondle her buttocks this way. But Nancy could not even do that. It was simply too good, felt too good to her, and she struggled with great difficulty to control her trembling, to try to pretend deep sleep.
How long will he keep this up? she asked herself.
Why doesn't he go away . .. have me alone? Why can't I make him stop it! Oh, dear God ... Oooooo! I've got to stop him somehow! But ... how? I can't ... I can't even move! I'm afraid to move!
Tommy caressed the tender flesh of her bottom, jerking his fist slowly along the throbbing length of his organ, brushing the smooth head along the sleekness of her buttocks. Nancy could feel a hot, moist trail of his juices on her flesh there, and her heart began to race dangerously.
She felt him bring his cock up along the warm crack of her buttocks, move it up and down, brushing her there, and she fought to hold the tremors of her bubbling passion in. Now Tommy was probing his hand down below the curve of her bottom, feeling through the silken mass of pubic hair. He found the moist, pouting lips of her twat, and Nancy almost jumped as his fingers traced the hot slit, from between her legs almost up to where her clitoris tingled and burned. She clenched her teeth hard in an effort to keep from gasping out with pleasure.
With her knees pulled up toward her breasts, her bottom and genitals were vulnerable, exposed to him. Tommy's fingers moved along the pulsating, sensitive lips of her snatch, then he was inserting one finger into her there. Nancy moaned inwardly as she felt her son's finger slip in between the steaming lips, then probe gently, finally to thrust and withdraw slowly. Nancy's hips almost moved, but she fought the urge down. Ohhhhh ... that's good ... nice! her mind screamed silently. He's doing it to me with his finger ... fingering me there! My son is fingerfucking me and ... and .. Oooooo, it's so good! So damned good! If he keeps doing it that way, I'll ... Oh, yes! I'll come! God ... will I ever come! I won't be able to stop it, stop myself! He will know I'm awake if I come ...
But the finger was abruptly pulled free of the clinging lips of her twat, and Nancy felt a sudden empty feeling there. She wasn't sure if she was glad or disappointed that he didn't continue to finger her. The battle between her mental faculties and her betraying body continued. She didn't seem to have any control over her body or mind now, although the frantic signals of her better judgment tried mightily to overthrow the wanton, physical side of her.
Tommy's finger was replaced by something else.
Nancy's breathing almost ceased then and there.
What ... what in the world? What is he doing .... ohhh, God, no! Please ... not that, Tommy! Don't do that! For God's sake, Tommy, don't! No .,. no ... no! Stop it, Tommy ... please, oh, please ... stop!
But her frantic words were only in her mind, and her son was now probing the swollen head of his cock between the hair-lined hps of her snatch. Nancy could feel the delicious stretch of her pussy, feel the smooth hardness of her son's penis as it slipped deeper and deeper into her velvet-lined interior. Then Tommy was fully inside her, filling, stretching, stuffing her pussy ever so sweetly.
Tommy is doing this to me! He's ... he's, oh, yes! He's fucking me! He's doing it to me ... to his own mother! Ooohhhh ... God ... God! Stop this madness ,.. stop it before it's too late!
Tommy moved his prick in and out of his mother's moist pussy slowly, very slowly, his eyes burning as he watched the way the. black-rimmed lips clung to the thick shaft of his penis. It was coated with her slippery, warm juices now, and the penetration was quite easy to accomplish. He was surprised at the tightness of his mother's snatch, at the slippery smoothness of her. But his testicles had been aching ever since she had stopped the girl from blowing him, and he badly wanted to squirt his semen. He moved a bit faster, and his testicles began to slap gently against his mother's curvy, warm buttocks. He leaned to peer over her shoulder to see her face, and there was the sight of one breast exposed by die open flap of her robe. The nipple was erect, swollen, but the expression on her face told him she was still asleep."
She's nice and tight, he told himself, watching his cock slip in and out of her clinging snatch again. Warm and slippery. Good Christ... I'm fucking her! Tm really fucking my mother! Man, this is some good, good pussy!
Nancy was still struggling hard to maintain her motionless position, although she wanted so badly to move her bottom in rhythm as his thick, long cock probed about inside her, wanted to move back against him even if it was her son doing this to her. It had been-so awfully long for her, and she wanted it. The entrance of his cock had fired her lust, and she was flowing copiously about his plunging organ. Her mind was burning with the exquisite sensations, and her genitals were responding to the stretching of his cock as never before. Tiny hidden muscles deep inside her twat came into motion now, and Tommy felt as though he were being sucked at die same time he screwed her. It was something he had never felt in another girl's snatch, and he liked the added thrill.
Will he come? Nancy asked herself, her mind soaring. Will he come in me? Will Tommy screw me until he squirts his semen into my body? Ooohhh ... what will I do if he does? Tm glad I stayed on the pill I couldn't allovJ him to make me pregnant! Will he make me do it, too? Willi come, too? Oh, I hope I don't do it ... but, yes ... Oh, God ... I want to come! I want to so very much! But I can't ... mustn't come! I always scream when I come...
Tommy was pumping -his hips faster now, and his penis was moving in and out of his mother's snatch smoothly, probing and drilling the very depths of her body. He could feel his discharge building now, and he was undecided; about ejaculating into her. But, before he could make the decision, he suddenly grunted, and a stream of. thick semen spewed into Nancy's throbbing pussy.
It Was too late for him to stop now.
Nancy felt the warm liquid spurt into her, and she, unable to stop it, responded. Her stomach clutched tightly, knotted up, and she felt the convulsions grip her. She clenched her teeth hard, but a soft, muffled sigh escaped anyway. How she held her half-naked body rigid, she would never know. Yet, as her son pressed his crotch tightly against her buttocks, spewing semen far into her body, she managed, even though her orgasm was one of the strongest she could ever remember experiencing.
Tommy grunted again, and Nancy's body trembled slightly. She could feel a second orgasm steaming up inside -her body even as the first began to recede. She bit hard into her bottom lip to keep from screaming out with ecstasy.
Tommy held his prick inside his mother's pussy until he finished, then withdrew slowly, his eyes watching for any awareness from her. He had not felt her enter the spasms, he was so involved with his own pleasure. There was a soft suctioning sound as his prick slipped free, and a string of silvery semen glinted in the sunlight that poured into the room from the open window.
Quickly now, he stuffed his limp, smeared prick into his jeans, zipping them this time as he hurried from her room.
Nancy heard her son leave, and after a while peeked over her shoulder. A heavy sigh bubbled up, and she rolled onto her back, staring up at the ceiling, her eyes misty, tormented.
What have I done? she questioned herself. I let him Screw me .-.. I didn't even make a move to stop him. I actually let my own son stick his thing in me and do it to me! He fucked me! Oh, God ...how nasty, evil! Wicked! What kind of woman am I, anyway? What kind of horrible mother am IP A monster ... I'm a wanton monster!
Despite her torment, Nancy understood with shocking clarity that she could not deny the pleasure she had received. While staring at the ceiling with dark, haunted eyes, her right hand moved of its own volition down her still trembling stomach, caressed the soft curls of her pubic hair, and then she felt the warm semen of her son seeping from her slit. She rubbed slowly at the quivering lips, wiggling her bottom against the sheets as the sensations of her ecstasy returned. Her other hand slipped one creamy breast free of her robe, and she cupped it, stroking lightly, tenderly, feeling the way her nipple burned the palm of her hand.
Horrible ... so horrible! I'm wicked ... evil! It was incest. . . the worst kind of incest! My son ... my very own son, screwed me!
Her clitoris seemed to burn still with what had happened, but it was now so sensitive and nervy she couldn't touch it for long. She cupped her hand between her thighs, squeezing hard, and a small bubbling squeal came from her compressed hps.
That's about enough, you wanton slut! she suddenly told herself, jerking her hands from her body. Then aloud, she whispered harshly: "You better get hold of yourself, you insane bitch!"
II Nancy lay on her stomach at the edge of the pool, letting the sun warm her naked back.
The tiny bikini she wore was hardly enough to conceal the swell of her luscious bottom. Her thighs were parted, and she had opened the halter so the sun wouldn't leave a white strap across her back.
The bikini was one of her purchases of the day before, and it had been an odd impulse that made her buy it. She had always worn bikinis, of course, but never one as revealing as this small piece of yellow cloth. Come to think about it, she had been doing many strange things lately, things she couldn't explain even- to herself, let alone to another person.
She was still tortured by the events of the day before, and had been unable to look her son directly in his face this morning. He, for some reason, had not been as sneeringly offensive as usual. Tommy had been almost polite with her, even when she asked him to finish his greens at dinner, something he hated with a passion. Without a word, he had eaten the salad completely, the first time she could remember such a thing happening.
Too, there was something else that was strange to her; Tommy had stayed home all during yesterday afternoon and evening. Usually he was out with those friends of his. He had seemed nervous, pacing the house like some caged beast, and Nancy thought he was experiencing a guilt reaction because of what he had done to her earlier. She had continued to pretend no knowledge of the wicked incident, mostly because her own shame was great. However, when she caught him peering at her thighs before bedtime, she had flushed deeply and quickly averted her eyes. Tommy had a small, knowing smile on his face, but he had not said anything.
Another odd thing was that Tommy had said goodnight to her, something he had failed to do for many long months. She thought she detected a tenderness, an affection maybe, in his words, but wasn't sure.
Today, lying in the warm sun with the water sparkling at her head, she again felt the shame of her involvement. Yet she knew there was nothing at all she could do about it. It had been done, over with. It certainly wasn't anything a mother could take to a confessional, even to a doctor, or even-maybe especially so-to a female confidante. She had been just as guilty as Tommy, maybe more, by not stopping him when it started. And, she knew, if it became known what they had done, both she and her son would be shunned as though they were the plague. Nancy didn't want that. So she had to bear the horrible secret within herself, carry the full tortuous load on her own slender shoulders.
This morning, when Tommy had come down for breakfast, he had on a pair of jeans and a sweat-shirt, both clean. Usually his method of dress was about as scroungy as could be. She had always hated the way teenagers dressed lately, and at first she had tried to make her son keep clean and presentable, finally giving in when he had belligerently told her to mind her own business. Nancy was not afraid physically of her son. She was, however, afraid of her own emotions. Tommy seemed to know her darkest thoughts, and she strove to conceal this side of her nature from him. She was afraid if he knew of her sensuality, it would create a tighter grip on her. She knew how easily she could be controlled by her own passion, and the knowledge in the hands of an unscrupulous person, or even Tommy's hands, would give them control of her.
He had been very pleasant with her during the meal that morning, and she had been startled by this sudden change in him, but pleasantly so. He had even gone so far as to explain his plans for the day. That in itself was enough to start her heart fluttering with pleasure and love for him. When he turned to face her at the door, telling her what time he expected to be home, Nancy came very close to fainting.
Alone after he left, she decided to try out her minute bikini near the pool, feeling deliciously wicked when she saw her reflection in the mirror. The front of the bikini was cut so low, strands of black pubic hair were invitingly exposed, and when she turned to view her bottom, she could see the cheeks, swelling out with creamy white against the tan of her thighs. Maybe, she thought with a smile, Til just tan my ass, too. Nancy giggled; she was using words she had seldom used before, and found them intoxicating. She skipped down the stairs and out onto the patio. Ignoring the wrought iron chairs and table, she spread a blanket on the decking of the pool, then untied her halter and lay down. When her thoughts turned to the afternoon of the day before, there was a quivery tingling in the pit of her stomach.
She pressed her pelvis against the hard tile of the pool deck, and moaned softly as a ripple of pleasure streamed through her body. She did not know the time, so involved in her thoughts.
Tommy, returning home at the exact time he had told his mother, found her on the deck near the pool. He stood in the open glass doorway and looked at her with undisguised pleasure. The way Nancy was sprawled, he could look right up between her deliciously long thighs, and he wasn't certain, but he thought he could see a few black strands of pubic hair that had escaped the tightness of the crotch. .
Walking quietly onto the patio, he took a chair about ten feet behind his mother. He gazed at her body with growing fascination. He liked the way her bottom swelled and curved, the white flesh of each cheek showing beautifully where the bikini bottom had pulled into the split there. He liked the smooth creaminess of her exquisite thighs and the soft undercurving of her genitals. Funny, he thought as his eyes moved over her body, I never really looked at Mom before. She's a doll, a real peach! A real living, walking, hot-blooded doll. Goddamn, her body is better than some of this young stuff I've been dipping into lately. Man ... that was good, fucking her yesterday that way! Mom's a better piece of ass lying still than some of these dogs I've been messing around with!
"Mom," he said softly, his voice somewhat thick. "I'm home, Mom."
Nancy whirled, startled by his voice. Before she realized it, she had turned over and lifted herself on one elbow, and the halter stayed on the deck. For a long moment, her breasts swung free, exposed fully to his wide-eyed gaze. He looked at her breasts unashamedly, a warm glow on his face.
"Tommy!" Nancy yelped, covering her naked breasts with her arms as she sat upright. "You ... frightened me.
She crossed her legs before her, holding her hands over each breast, cupping them. Tommy smiled at his mother, and there was a hint of his old sneer for just a moment. He let his eyes move up and down her body, then settled meaningfully at her crotch. He knew he had been right, now, because there were definitely dark pubic hairs sticking out from the tightness of her bikini bottom.
"I didn't mean to scare you," he said. "I'll remember to come out shouting next time."
She gave him a hesitant, nervous smile. She didn't want that sneer on his face, not after yesterday. 'Did you enjoy yourself, darling?" she asked. "I understand they've opened up four more lanes at the bowling alley."
"Yes, they did," he replied, the half-sneer leaving his face. "But it wasn't much fun. Too damned crowded . summer is a bad time for us kids, you know."
"I thought you always looked forward to summer vacation, dear," she said, relieved to see his sneer fade.
"No, school is better."
"I thought you hated school?"
"No, not really," he replied, shifting in his chair. His cock was growing and he didn't want her to see it, for some reason he couldn't explain to himself. "School's good enough. I might even go on to medical school ... like you and Dad wanted me to."
Nancy's smile brightened. "Oh, Tommy! Would you ,.. please!"
"Oh, I'll give some thought to. it," he replied, some of his insolence returning. "That depends on a number of things."
Her crestfallen expression made him laugh.
"Oh, Christ, Mom ... you think school is where it's at, don't you? Shit, there's other things in life besides school. Maybe I want to be a carpenter or even a garbage collector. I've got to do my own thing, don't I?"
"I wish you wouldn't use those words, darling," she said, almost shyly. Then, her voice lower: "I suppose I can't stop you from doing anything you want."
The double meaning of her words transmitted themselves to her son, although Nancy had not been aware of it.
"That's about it, Mom," he said, and the sneer curled his hips. "I've got my own thing to do. I'm almost eighteen, and that means I can do anything I want. Anything, understand?"
She shot a - worried look at him. "I wish you wouldn't-" "Wish I wouldn't what? Fuck around so much?"
"That's what I wish, Tommy, if you want me to be honest," she said, gazing with open hostility at him now. "It isn't right for a kid your age to run around late at night, doing who knows what. You don't indicate a sense of values."
."HI show you my sense of values if you don't stop fucking with my life, goddamn it!"
'Tommy!" she said angrily, lifting a hand to her mouth, forgetting she was naked. "Don't use words like that!"
He stared openly at her exposed breasts, a smile of appreciation on his face. "You forgot to put your top on, mother."
Nancy blushed furiously, her expression one* of anger and shame, as she covered her breasts again with her hands. She twisted about and reached for the halter, but before she could get it, Tommy suddenly jumped from his chair. He raced to. where she sat, scooped up the top and dived into the pool with it, fully dressed.
Nancy looked after him, furious anger glaring in her sparkling eyes.
Tommy surfaced at the other side of the pool, waving the halter above his head like a trophy. "Here it is, Mom!" he shouted. "Come on in and get it, if you don't want me looking at your tits!"
For a moment, Nancy thought of running into the house as tears stung her eyes. But her anger suddenly swelled up inside her, overshadowing her embarrassment. Jumping to her feet, she made a clean dive into the water and raced toward him. She surfaced in front of Tommy, blowing water and reaching for the waving halter. Tommy laughed and swam away. Nancy raced after him, so angry she almost choked on the water.
He was under the diving board when she came up again, her naked breasts bobbing buoyantly along the surface, her nipples erect. She saw where he was and went after him. She was under the water once more, and she saw his still clothed thighs shimmering before her. She reached out to climb up his body before he could get away again, and her hands closed about his genitals. For a moment she was startled to find herself clutching his prick and balls, then she quickly released him, and shot to the surface. Tommy had remained where he was, looking at her with hot, mocking eyes.
'That isn't any place to be grabbing your darling baby boy, Mom," he taunted. "If you want some of that meat, you don't have to screw around. Just ask for it."
Furious with him, stung by his taunting words, she lashed out, slapping him hard across his face. Tommy sank below the water, and for a moment she became frightened, afraid she had injured him, but as she reached under to grab him, he came up, spewing water over her naked breasts.
"Hey now, don't go getting physical," he said, looking at her warily, ready to dart away if she swung her hand again.
Nancy gave vent to her anger and frustrations now, not thinking at all of anything but her upset emotions. "You little son of a bitch!" she snarled harshly at him, using words he had never heard her utter- before. "Give me that top before I kick you in the fucking balls! I've had all I'm going to take of your goddamned attitude, you punk-assed brat! You've been spoiled long enough ... it's time I whipped your ass raw!"
For a moment, Tommy was shaken by her verbal assault. He was hearing and seeing a side of his mother he didn't know existed. He had never seen her this angry before, but it wasn't enough to stop his sneering manners.
"You won't whip anybody's ass, mother," he snapped. 'You lay a finger on me and Fll haul my tail down the fucking road fast. I'll haul ass!"
"I don't give a turd, you little bastard!" she screamed at him, jerking the halter from his hands. 'You'll be of age in a few months ... I won't have to put up with your shit any longer then. Take off now for all I care!"
She climbed from the pool and walked angrily toward the house, her buttocks twitching and jiggling very enticingly. Tommy watched his mother go, his anger quickly dissipating. Crawling from the water, he followed her retreating figure. She had not even bothered to put the halter on, and he saw her climbing the stairs as he entered the living room. He watched her naked breasts bobbing sensuously, her bottom twisting with fury.
Tommy didn't care that he was dripping water on the expensive carpet of the living room. He was sorry now for the way he had taunted her, and wanted to let her know, but he didn't know how to go about it. Her verbal attack had not only surprised him, it had actually shaken him up. While he stood at the bottom of the stairs, he heard drawers and doors banging in her bedroom.
"Mom?" he called. "Hey, Mom ... what are you doing?"
There was no answer.
Tommy, worried now, began to climb the stairs. Halfway up, his mother stepped from the bedroom, and he stopped in his tracks, eyes bulging.
Nancy stood there, totally naked, with her hands on her hips, legs spread slightly her breasts heaving up and down as she glared down at him.
"Take a good look, you little motherfucker!" she shouted at him. "Take yourself a good look at it! You wanted this pussy yesterday, didn't you? You wanted me so damned bad you fucked me, you rotten hunk of goose shit! Don't you have any decency left? Have you let those punks, those perverts you call friends, drag you so far down that you've stooped so low as to screw your own mother?"
Tommy couldn't say anything. Her exquisite loveliness was exciting, arousing, even in her anger, and he couldn't do anything but look.
"Oh, yes!" she continued in a loud, angry voice. "I knew you were sticking that nasty thing in me yesterday. You don't really think a woman can stay asleep with someone sticking something in her snatch, do you? Well, you can take that goddamn hunk of sausage and stuff it up your incestuous little asshole!"
"Jeez, Mom-" "Oh, shut the fuck up, you punk shit-head!" she snapped at him. She cupped her naked breasts in her hands, arching her back and holding the full globes out, the nipples exposed between her fingers. "You sucked on these when you were a baby ... I nourished you when you were an infant, and what do I get for it? Nothing! Nothing but an incestuous cock shoved up my cunt! And this ..She moved her hands down to frame the black curls of her genitals. "This gave birth to you, you turd! You came from this pussy ... and yesterday you got back in it!"
Tommy stared at his mother as she arched her hips forward lewdly, her fingers pulling the pink, hairy lips apart, exposing the moist clitoris and inner folds.
"That's right, you sneaky little prick!" she shouted down at him. "Take a good long look at the pussy you came from! How was it? Did you enjoy getting back in it after all these years? 'Was it a good fuck for you, Tommy Wheeler? Did you really have a ball fucking your own mother?" "Mom, I..."
"Oh, don't say one goddamn word!" she snapped. "Don't you say one fucking word to me! I suppose you had a good laugh, telling those punk-assed buddies you screwed your own mother, didn't you? I suppose they'll be lining up for a crack at me now, wanting to poke at me."
"I didn't... Mom, please!"
Nancy, childishly, suddenly stuck her tongue out at her son, whirled about, and bounced her naked bottom at him. "Kiss my asshole, you dirty little shit!"
And she disappeared back into her bedroom, buttocks dancing angrily.
For a while, Tommy held onto the railing of the stairs, trembling from the words of venom his mother had flung at him, spat on him. This wasn't what he wanted at all. Sure, he enjoyed teasing and taunting her, flexing his juvenile independence, but he didn't want his mother this way. He loved her, loved her very much.
Finally he managed to get up the last few steps of the stairs, moving to her open doorway. He looked in cautiously, Nancy was still naked, moving from dresser to closet to bed. She had~pulled suitcases out and was angrily stuffing them with her belongings.
"Mom,. I-" Nancy whirled to face him, blazing in anger. "What's the matter, Tommy?" she asked, her eyes glaring at him with fire. "Didn't you see enough of me before? Still want to look at your mother's nakedness? Well, I don't care ... have yourself another look!" She arched her hips at him in a sharp bumping motion, pulled the hairy lips of her pussy apart again, then made a grinding movement with her hips that would have been comical if not for the anger in her face. "Or do you think you can fuck me again? Is that it, Tommy? Well, if it's pussy you're after, the only way you can get it now is to rape me! Now, haul your scruffy ass out of here so I can finish packing."
Stunned, Tommy turned and left.
Nancy resumed her packing, her mind blazing with insane fury. She had never been so angry at anyone in her entire life. Now, thinking of her outburst against her son, she wondered why she had turned on him so furiously. He had always been such a good boy, a lovable child-until these past few months. There had never been so. much as a harsh word between them. Now she had said things, used words, that shocked even her. Mothers simply did not say such things to their children.
So what made her do it? It was a combination of her guilt and shame, coming to a head in the pool.
Tommy had changed from his wet clothing, but stayed in his room, thinking of what had happened. He knew he should not have thrown his own anger at her that way; it was childish. Son of a bitch, he thought, sitting on his bed. What's she doing ... where is she going? Is she actually leaving? What will I do if she does leave? I can't let Mom leave me. I don't want her to go. But how can I stop her now? She's so pissed off, she might beat my butt good if I try to say anymore. Christ, what a mess! And all my own fault, too.
He heard her leave her room, then the dialing of the hall phone.
"Yes," he heard her voice, strained, as she spoke. "This is Mrs. Nancy Wheeler. I would like a reservation on the next flight to New York, please ... what was that? I'm sorry, I didn't catch that ... Midnight? But isn't there something earlier?"
There was a long pause, then her voice came again: "All right ... if that's the only one. Yes ... just myself ... one-way, please."
He heard the telephone being replaced in the cradle, listened to the sounds from her room again, trying to think of some way to stop her from doing this. Finally, he heard her carrying the bags down the stairs. Leaving his room, he went down and saw she had stacked the suitcases-two of them-near the front door. Nancy had gone into the kitchen and prepared herself a sandwich, and that was where he found her.
For a moment they stared hotly at one another, then Tommy started to talk. "Mom, this is-" "No," she said, turning to face him, then away quickly. "Enough has been said, Tommy. You're almost eighteen years old now, almost a grown man. You don't need me anymore. You haven't needed me for a long time, it seems."
"Mom, you've got to-" "I don't care about it anymore, Tommy," she went on. "You can stay here in the house, if you want. It's a .Wheeler home-yours. You don't need me any longer. The law says you're an adult in a few months. Money will be there for you, however. I'll see to it" Tommy moved toward his mother. She was seated at the small kitchen breakfast nook, her sandwich half-eaten, now forgotten. He stood at her side, his hand lifted as though to touch her shoulder, but held in a frozen position. Nancy looked up at him. His eyes were brimming with tears, and despite her anger, her heart went out to her son. Oh, God, she thought. What is happening between my son and me? Are we both losing our minds? How can I fust up and leave my baby this way? That's what he is... my baby ...
"T-Tommy?" she murmured, her voice quivering.
"Mom!" he sobbed.
Tommy dropped to his knees at her side. Nancy twisted about on the bench seat and he placed his head in her lap. Nancy caressed his neck and head, running her fingers through his somewhat longish hair tenderly. Tommy could not hold back the sobs now, and he shook as he cried. His hands wrapped around his mother's waist as he held his face hard into her lap, squeezing her tightly.
Tears welled up in Nancy's eyes, too, and then they were both crying uncontrollably, loudly, clutching at each other. "Tommy ... oh, my baby!" she wailed, dropping from the bench to her knees. They stood there that way, both on their knees, hugging desperately at one another, both sobbing their hearts out. "Darling ... oh, my darling baby," Nancy crooned between deep sobs.
"Mom," he blubbered, Tin sorry ... so sorry." He held her tightly against his chest, his face buried into her soft neck. "I don't want you going away, Mom. Please, don't leave me, Mom! What would I do without you?"
Nancy's heart almost burst with love for this half-man, half-boy of hers. She hugged him against her breasts, caressing his back with one hand and his hair with the other as he cried against her.
"I should be the sorry one, babyshe whispered softly. "I should not have said those things to you, not that way. I don't know what made me do it, what came over me."
"Don't go, Mom,", he said as though unaware of her voice. "Please ... don't go and leave me alone! Stay with me ... promise you'll stay, Mom!"
"HI stay, baby," she murmured against his ear. "I won't leave my baby boy alone. You do need me ... and I need you. We've got to stick together, darling."
It was almost midnight and her plane was loading now. But Nancy Wheeler was not one of the passengers. She was not even at the air terminal. She was in her bed, lying atop the sheets in a short, transparent nightie.
In the next room, almost across the hall/from hers, Tommy was sleeping peacefully.
They both had enjoyed a good cry, and promises had been made that could not possibly be kept. They both knew this, but that didn't matter. What mattered was they were together again, closer than at any time in the past few months. Tommy had remained home with Nancy, even though two of his friends had come by on loud, popping motorcycles, wanting him to go with them. She had stayed in the house while he went outside to talk with the two boys, and she heard them say something that sounded like "pussy hunting," but Tommy had turned them down.
Nancy had been pleased that Tommy preferred to stay with her than go out looking for available, willing girls. The two boys almost begged him to go, but he flatly refused. Tommy and Nancy had discussed many things during the afternoon and evening, and there had been many affectionate caresses and maternal kisses. Nancy had been happier that evening than she had been in a long, long time, and it. had been enough just to hold her son in her arms as he snuggled to her like a little boy.
But then, just before retiring, things had gotten almost out of hand.
Nancy had found herself turning from motherly love Ill to that of a passionate female, her juices bubbling and steaming within her body with his very contact, his closeness. He had placed one of his hands on the half-exposed flesh of her right breast, and it created an immediate response to her sensual emotions. Nancy wasn't certain her son was even aware of his touch, or of her response, but she had begun to tremble at the simple, light touch, and the crotch of her panties had become so moist she was uncomfortable in them. The lips of her vaginal orifice had suddenly swelled, and the throb of her clitoris caused her to squirm about almost as though she were in pain.
Now, in her bed, she tried to analyse her erotic responses toward her son. She was very much aware of the wrongness of such a desire, yet she couldn't help the way she was feeling. Even now, stretched out in her bed, legs parted slightly, she felt the tingling pleasure of desire flowing along her slim body, filling her veins, making her breasts swell and ache, nipples so sensitive she could hardly stand the brush of her nightie against them. She was seeping between her thighs, too, the hairy hole pulsating gently. She twisted her bottom on the bed, watching the shadows of the room as the full moon cast them about through the opened window, shadows that danced and suggested, weaved and insinuated.
After a while, she heard a soft, whispery sound outside her open bedroom door. Glancing in that direction, she saw the outline of her son standing there, looking at her.
Tommy?" she said softly.
"Yes, Mom," he replied, his voice strangely thick, stepping into her room. "I can't seem to get to sleep. I'm still worried about our fight."
Nancy sat up, tucking the sheer gown down in befween her thighs as Tommy approached and sat on the edge of the bed. The light of the moon was enough to enable her to see his features, all the details, but she wasn't going to take a chance that he could see any more of her delicious body than was absolutely necessary.
TDon't talk about it, darling," she said, reaching out to place her hand on his Warm, not-so-hairy thigh. He was wearing a pair of boxer shorts, and there was a burning, almost searing sensation in her palm when she touched his naked flesh. "We've got to forget the things we said in anger, baby."
"I can't," he replied. "I do love you, Mom ... I really love you."
"Of course you do, Tommy. And I love you, too."
Nancy felt a tiny, almost imperceptible tremor jace up and down her spine, and she knew it was not maternal love she felt for this almost eighteen-year-old son of hers right now. Beneath her hand she could feel, too, the tremors of his thigh, and the flashing thought came to her that he felt as she did. Before she could stop herself or even consider what she was doing, Nancy impulsively leaned over and kissed her son on his cheek. But before she could place her lips there, Tommy had turned to face his mother, ready to say something, and her lips smashed into his.
A deep moan came from her as his lips pressed tightly onto hers, and there was a gurgle from Tommy. Immediately, his arms darted about her half-naked shoulders, and he was holding her close, tightly, almost frantically. Nancy whimpered as her passions burst into full, roaring flame, and her hand on his thigh moved of its own volition, moved slowly �.. tremblingly ... nervously. She made the hand stop somehow, just before it reached the open fly of his shorts.
Ooohhhh, this can't be happening! she screamed to herself as she felt the moist tip of Tommy's tongue brush at her luscious lips. I won't let it happen! I won't ... I won't... I...
But it was happening; she had no control over it, or herself.
Her mind, sending those frantic messages to the nerves of her body, was not being listened to. When she felt her son's tongue begin to probe between her moist, warm hps, Nancy again whimpered with a long, lost wailing sound. Her mouth suddenly opened without any signal from her mind, and her son's moist, hot, eager tongue was between them, then deep into her mouth, and Nancy was sucking on it ... sucking harder and hungrily, not gently at all, but wildly, her own tongue darting and teasing, giving him the answer he wanted. His arms tightened around her shoulders, her body trembhng against his chest, both groaning softly as the grip of passion removed all inhibitions.
As they kissed, Tommy moved one hand from his mother's shoulders, slipped it gently down her shaking side, feeling and caressing her. Then he moved his hand up again, his fingertips burning against her goose-pimply flesh. He felt the firm roundness of one breast, and slipped his hand about to cup the spongy globe. As his fingers squeezed, testing the resiliency of her breasts, Nancy groaned, but the groan was not the sound a woman would make in pain, but the sound a woman makes while suffering with intense passion. Nancy shifted her body, and Tommy held the full weight of her right breast in his palm.
As he squeezed and molded the luscious mound, he withdrew his tongue, but Nancy's followed as her own lips sucked, her hand clutching his thigh, her fingers digging into his hot flesh, and then Tommy was sucking avidly on Nancy's tongue, his hunger, almost frantic, with a lust that surprised both of them.
"Ooohhh, TommyI" Nancy whimpered as her tongue slipped from his clinging lips. "This is crazy ... sheer insanity 1 But ... oh, dear God ... I can't stop itl I just can't make myself..."
"Mom," he muttered in a thick voice, still fondling her flawless breast, his fingers squeezing harder. "Please, let me ... I'll bust something loose if I don't! I've got to ..."
Her hand then moved of its own will again, without a conscious thought directing it, moved higher on his thigh, and her fingertips brushed the concealed head of his terrifically swollen hard-on. Nancy could feel the dripping moisture from it as the juices soaked through the thin material. Her hand, as though guided by some unseen force, a force she was powerless to fight against, found the gaping fly, and darted inside. She curled her fingers around the throbbing rock-hardness of his organ and began stroking up and down, squeezing ... relaxing ... jerking him slowly but firmly, pumping her fist as her own lust flowed like lava through her bursting veins.
"I ... I know, darling," she said in a lust-thick voice. "Oh, God ... how I know! I can't help but feel it too. But baby .... oh, my baby, we can't! We mustn't! It's terribly wrong for a mother to do this with her son. We shouldn't... can't... must not..."
But her hand tightened around the jerking cock of her son even harder than before. She pumped her fist up and down faster, from the bulging, smooth, dripping head to the hairy base, where she could touch his testicles with the little finger of her hand. For just a brief moment, she cradled his swollen testicles in her palm gently, then returned her greedy fingers to his thick prick, jerking him swiftly and furiously.
"Do something, Mom!" Tommy groaned urgently, breathing harshly as she pumped up and down. "At least Jack me off! Ooohhhh, make me come with your fist! Oohh ... please, please! I'll come in my fucking shorts!"
"No!" Nancy said, her voice almost cracking with horror and mixed lust. Yet her hand continued its stroking, pumping, jerking. "No ... we can't!"
She felt his hand drop from her almost bursting breast, fall into her lap, where it lay like a heavy rock. Her legs were still crossed before hert and she felt his fingers fumbling at the short hem of her gown, pulling ... pulling it up and out of his way. She was not wearing the panties to the short gown-she was naked beneath it. When Nancy felt her son's fingers brush at the curling pubic hair between her thighs, she jerked spastically. She felt as though she were on the verge of a fantastic orgasm. Tommy's fingers played with the thick black pubic hair, then moved lower... lower ...
"Ooooo ..." Nancy crooned sofdy, tightening her fist around his throbbing cock and jerking furiously, her hand almost flying, dancing lewdly. "Ooohhhh, don't! Please, don't touch me there ... this way, darling. Oh, God ... don't do that, Tommy! Don't touch me there! Oohhhh... it feels ... feels so good!"
Tm touching you, Mom! I'm touching your pussy!" Tommy almost shouted with excitement as his fingers moved through the silken hair, shding along the warm squeezed shut. "Yes, you are ... Oooo, and I'm ... I'm playing with your cunt, Mom!"
"Yes," Nancy whimpered in a tight voice, her eyes squeezed shut. "Yes, you are ... Oooo, and I'm ... I'm jacking on your cock, darling!"
Both were breathing heavily and harshly by now, their gasping breath loud in the still darkness of the bedroom. Tommy worked his hand down farther, and slipped his middle finger into the heated opening of his mother's pulsating pussy. He began to finger in and out, Ms thumb rubbing almost brutally at her tender, distended clitoris. Nancy twisted her bottom on the bed as he delved deep with his finger, her own hand now jerky in its pumping motion. She felt so weak, so weak she had to lean against his naked shoulder for support.
Tommy removed his finger from the clinging moisture of her pussy, and began to draw her sheer gown upwards. For just a moment Nancy made an attempt to resist, then her will power seemed to evaporate. It had been so long since she had been with a man like this that she could not control the burning, insane lust any longer. Everything about her seemed to cry out for this, every nerve tingling with a sensation that threatened to engulf her in a dark whirlpool of mindless lust.
Then the gown was stripped up and over her head, and Nancy reluctantly turned his genitals loose so he could remove it completely. But her hand swiftly clutched his penis again as soon as the gown was discarded. Even as she jerked convulsively at his cock, Tommy managed to squirm free of his shorts. Nancy uttered no protest as he gently shoved her back onto the bed, making her lie sprawled out. She had to turn loose of him once again as he twisted about on the bed. He was now as naked as she, and the brightness of the moon was enough for her to see the full, thick, hard length of his manhood, the dangling, heavy, hairy testicles as he parted her long, slender thighs.
"Mmmmm," she murmured as he moved between her now widely spread legs, his organ arching and straining, a thread of pearl-white liquid dangling.
"I can't stop it, Mom!" he said in an urgent, thick voice. "I've got to... to fuck you!"
Nancy had no voice to reply.
Any words she might try to use would become stuck in her constricted throat. Her breasts seemed so swollen right now they would surely burst from the captured air she couldn't release from her lungs. Her nipples were painfully erect, almost blood-red with desire. Her head was on a pillow, raven-black hair framing her lovely, passion-contorted face. She waited, hardly breathing, making short gasping sounds. She still wanted to protest this wickedness, to stop her son from sticking that thing inside her, to stop him from doing it to her, but she couldn't get the words past her throat.
He's going to do it to me! Tommy is going to stick his cock inside my pussy and screw me and I can't stop him ... Ooohhhh, I want to make him stop before it's too late! But... I can't! Oh, God ... I want to stop him, but ... I don't want to stop at the same time! I want him to stick it in me ... fuck me! Ooohhhhh, what an evil person I am, so wicked ... to actually want my son to fuck me...
She could see, dimly, the way his organ pointed directly at her now widely exposed genitals, and the dark shadow of his testicles swinging there below. She felt and watched as he pressed the huge, smooth head against the tender split, brushing it up and down, testing the willingness of her pussy to open for him.
"Ohhhh ... Oooooo ..." she gurgled softly as his cock brushed at her hairy slit; she reached up to grab his naked shoulders, her fingers digging harshly into his flesh.
And Nancy lost whatever control she might have had in reserve.
Her crotch shot upwards powerfully, and the tip of her son's prick split the hair-rimmed hps, entering her.
"Ooooo," she murmured, her tongue fluttering on her full hips, her fingers clawing into his flesh. "Yes, yes!" she hissed, her mind blazing. "Do, it, Tommy! Go on ...
stick it in me! Do me ... do it to me! Ohhhh, fuck me, darling! Fuck me before I make you stop this insanity! Ooohhhh ... yes, yes, yes! Stick your cock up my cunt and fuck me! Ohhhh, I want it ... want it so badly! Fuck me good, baby... please, please, please!"
Tommy lunged, and he buried himself deeply in her body, his testicles slapping in a whispery sound against her squirming, upturned buttocks. For just a moment he braced himself with his hands on either side of her steaming, shaking body, his prick throbbing way up inside her velvet-soft pussy. Then Nancy began to move her naked hips, swinging her bottom in a small tight rotating motion.
Tve got it in you, Mom!" Tommy croaked. "I've got my cock up your cunt! I'm gonna fuck you, Mom! I'm gonna fuck your pussy!"
'Yes, yes, yes!" Nancy shouted, banging her pelvis up and down powerfully as he started to plunge in and out.
"Fuck me____fuck me! Ooohhhh, God-... God! Fuck me, Tommy! Aaahhhh, Tommy, Tommy! Ooohhhhh, darling ... your cock seems so big ... so enormous ... about to split me open! It's been so long ... so long since I've felt a cock in me ... since I've been fucked! You're so hard, darling ... so long ... so thick! Oooooo, yes, baby ... fuck me... fuck me... fuck ..."
Her hands slithered down his straining back as he dropped heavily onto her upthrusting breasts, smashing them almost flat with his weight. He could feel the rigid nipples searing his flesh as he moved his hands down her sides, sliding them along her writhing thighs, then clutching at her dancing bottom with both hands. Nancy was clawing at his tightly flexing buttocks, too, pulling at them with her fingers, squeezing them tightly together, whimpering and murmuring and twisting in mindless lust as he pounded harshly into her crotch.
Nancy lifted her thighs higher, drawing her knees almost to her shoulders, giving her son even more access to her burning genitals. She grunted and cooed, whimpered and moaned, her pleasure growing into a bubbling ecstasy.
"Ahhhh ... Ooooo!" she squealed into his ear. "More! Tommy ... more! Harder ... deeper ... Ahhhh, you sweet, sweet darling! That's good ... soooo good! Do it harder, baby! Fuck me fast ... fast and hard! Ooohhhh, you'll make me ... make me come ... this way! God ... I'll come and come and come! Can you feel it ... feel me down there, darling? Can you feel me getting ready? I feel it starting! Ooohhhh, baby ... baby, don't let me come by myself! Come with me, darling! Let me feel you spurt your semen in me ... let me feel your beautiful cock squirt when I come! Ahhhh ... Ooooo ..."
"Christ!" Tommy panted, lifting his mother's pelvis higher as he thrust brutally. "Fuck me back, Mom! Fuck me back! Wow ... what a cunt! Goddamn, it feels like your pussy is sucking me off! I mean really sucking on me.. . when I fuck you! I can't hold it back much longer! I'm gonna come ... I'm gonna come in your ... Ohhhh!"
"Yes, yes!" Nancy helped, throwing her hips hard against his driving pubic area. "Come in me! I want to feel you coming in me!"
They struggled together, mindlessly, hardly aware of their excited shouts, as though locked in mortal combat.
Then Nancy shouted: "Ahhheeiiiiii!"
"Ungh... Ungh..." Tommy responded.
He felt the clutching spasms of her gripping organ as he pumped up and down, then -his thick semen flowed, spurting and splashing on the walls of her steaming pussy. They clawed at one another like two enraged animals as they exploded.
For a long time, neither could move. They lay there, .ey's leg still wrapped tightly about his- hips, his de-feted organ buried in the slippery opening of her, both of them gasping for air. Finally, Tommy dropped to one aide of his mother's exhausted body, burying his face in the raven-colored hair, breathing harshly. Nancy's breasts rose and fell nakedly as one of his hands closed about the shaking mound.
They were not aware when they fell into deep sleep.
IV When Nancy awoke the following morning, sometime around seven o'clock, the heat of the day was already closing in, steamy and humid. Heavy moisture seemed to make breathing difficult. She lifted her arms, stretching them high above her tousled dark hair, yawning widely. She felt sticky, salty sweat on her skin. For a moment she felt like the proverbial contented kitten ... until the events of the previous night flooded through to her brain.
Immediately she was stricken with guilt She moaned in anguish as the realization of what she had done with her son filled her with humihating thoughts of her absolute wickedness. Shamefaced, she looked about. The pillow next to hers was mute evidence of where her son had placed his head, a vivid declaration that it had not been an evil dream.
Oh, my God! she groaned inwardly. What have 1 done? What in the world have I done? Poor Tommy ... what must he think of his mother now?
Swinging her feet over the edge of the bed, Nancy saw she was completely naked, and the thick patch of pubic hair was matted with drying perspiration and gray semen. Grimacing, she rushed into the shower, and scrubbed at her body furiously with sharp nails, attempting to scrape the depravity from her flesh, knowing it was useless. She soaped and rinsed herself three times and finally stepped from the stall, her flesh glowing pink-ly from the hot water and brutal scrubbing. Catching a glimpse of her naked body in the mirror on the bathroom door, Nancy felt almost alien to it It didn't seem to be her body at all, but that of some demented, lust-ridden goddess from the pages of mythology. It was still flawlessly beautiful, still extremely desirable-but it was an alien body. Stepping back into the bedroom, Nancy noticed her son's discarded shorts on the floor near her bed, where thev had been dropped in their frenzied passion. For a moment she stared at the garment, frightened by this farther damning testimonial to her lustful nature.
She dressed slowly, not wanting to go downstairs to face Tommy, yet knowing there was no way to get out of it short of jumping from the second-floor window. Wearing a sleeveless summer blouse and a pair of tight white shorts, a pair of dainty shoes on her feet, she made her way nervously down the stairs and on into the kitchen.
Her son was nowhere about.
He had eaten breakfast, and she noticed he had rinsed and stacked his soiled dishes in the sink. A soft smile came over her face; Tommy had never done such a thing before in bis entire life. And she was pleasantly surprised to see the coffee pot perking merrily away near the stove.
Pouring herself coffee, she settled in the breakfast nook. She could see into the dining room, and it came to her that it had not been used since the death of her husband. When he had been alive, it was the center of the family activities, and they had entertained with some very fine dinners there. Now, it was simply another useless extension of the sprawling old house.
Nancy didn't know where Tommy had gone off to, but that in itself was not at all unusual. He seldom bothered to explain his plans to her. After finishing her coffee, she walked into the living room, noticing first of all that her suitcases were no longer stacked near the door. She had not taken them back upstairs, she knew, and it perplexed her for a moment. She climbed the stairs again.
Her cases were inside her bedroom, and she wondered how she could have missed seeing it. She debated with herself whether to unpack them, or just leave them as they were. After what she had done the night before, Nancy was more than ever bewildered. Her status was no longer that of a mother, not in the true sense of the word, but that of a tormented woman who had suddenly and shamefully become the willing lover of her teenaged son.
Nancy wanted, suddenly, to talk with her son, and just as desperately she wanted to avoid him. Facing him, she knew her shame would be complete^ yet there were things that had to be discussed between them, faced up to. And, being an intelligent woman, Nancy knew the outcome of her conversation with Tommy would decide her future and his ... and their eventual fate.
The future did not look very promising, not at all bright. How can I stay now? she asked herself, wringing her hands in a nervous gesture. I can't live in the same house with my son any longer ... What in the world possessed me, controlled me, to allow him, to actually let Tommy do that to me? Or, oh dear God, was it me that did it to him? What could have made me do such an evil thing? It was ... perverted! Both of us should know better.
The slamming of a door downstairs broke up her guilty thoughts, and it was so unexpected she actually jumped at the sound. She stood, frozen to the floor of her bedroom, eyes darting about like some trapped, furry little creature seeking an avenue of escape. Hearing the footsteps outside her room, Nancy waited, hardly breathing, clutching her throat with fear and horror, her huge and terror-filled.
Then Tommy was standing in the doorway.
They gazed at one another for a long minute, then Tommy entered the room. "You sure look peachy this morning, Mom," he said, a broad affectionate smile on his handsome young face.
1 .,. Tommy ..." Nancy couldn't get her words out, couldn't make sense of them.
Tommy stepped close to her, and she stared into his . trying to read his thoughts. The smile became a mixture of his old sneering attitude and one of knowing pleasure. Confusion bubbled in Nancy's brain. She felt his hand reach out, burning against her upper arm. She shivered visibly at his touch. "You're pretty as all hell, Mom. You've always been the prettiest woman I've known."
She jerked her arm from him. "Please, Tommy. Don't ... touch me-not now-not after last night, not after whatl-" "Hey!" His eyes brightened, his grin growing. "That was wild, wasn't it, Mom? Shit, you're a damned good lay, Mom - - - one of the best I've ever had."
"Tommy, don't!" Nancy said in a harsh voice, cringing from his words.
"Aw, come on now," he said. "Don't start that bashful routine, not now, Mom. It's a little late for that crap." He moved his hand down the front of her blouse, fondling one of her jutting breasts. Nancy stood in humiliation as he cupped the breast, squeezing his fingers into the spongy flesh. "Well... how about that? No bra!"
Nancy wanted to scream at him, to tell him to stop this madness, to stop playing with her breast, but her voice was stuck in her suddenly dry throat. Then she became aware of something else-her legs were trembling and she could feel the swelling sensation between them, inside the tight crotch of her shorts, feel the pulsations start, the uncomfortable moisture as her clitoris tingled and twitched.
"Oooohhhh," she murmured softly, then to herself: No! Please, not again! No ... I wont! Please, Tommy, donlt... don't do this to me! Don't make me do it again! I don't want it to ... But Nancy was helplessly mesmerized by his hand, the way it moved about her rounded breast. She could feel her nipples responding, growing, burning into the palm of his hand as he caressed and fondled, and her senses seemed to whirl dizzily.
The tenderness of their sobbing episode the day before had suddenly vanished. Neither of them remembered it Tommy lifted his other hand, placing it on her other breast. Nancy felt the tremors race up and down her body as she stood frozen, unable to make him stop, unable to speak, unable to move away. Her misty eyes gazed directly into his bright ones.
Tve got one hell of a hard-on, Mom," he said, grinning lewdly at her. "Here ... have yourself a feel."
"No!" Nancy's voice was barely a tormented whisper, her eyes opening wide. "No! I-" Tommy dropped a hand from her breast and grabbed her wrist, the right one, and brought it in between their bodies. He placed his mother's palm directly on the straining bulge of his jeans, then wrapped her fingers about the swollen organ. "See... you hold it for me."
Nancy wanted to jerk her hand free, to twist and flee from the evil thing that had taken possession of them both, but she couldn't. Her mind was signalling frantically again, sending messages to her, telling her to turn and run, to hide, to do anything but stand there and submit so passively to this wickedness. But her body refused to listen to the flashing signals. Her body was betraying her mind again, and she was afraid it would suck her into the whirlpool of absolute depravity.
Dropping his hand to her rounded hip, Tommy slipped it around her narrow waist, then began to caress and feel of her tightly clad buttocks. Nancy's breathing increased noticeably, hotly, and her son laughed softly, huskily, knowingly. He cupped one cheek of her deliriously swelling bottom, squeezing it gently but firmly, and Nancy responded with unwanted, trembling pleasure she could not fight against. Her fingers, all on their own, tightened about his throbbing hardness, clutching warmly through his pants.
This is one fine ass, Mom," Tommy said, digging his fingers into her taut flesh. "Funny how I never really paid much attention to how beautiful you are until yesterday. You and I are going to be getting along just fine from now on, Mom ... have ourselves one hell of a lot of fun."
"No ... no," Nancy whimpered in a soft, lost voice, pleading with him to turn her loose, to leave her alone, wanting him to understand she could not allow this. "We can't Tommy! We can't do it again. It isn't ... isn't right" "Who cares if it's right or not?" he almost sneered at her. Lifting the sleeveless blouse, he bunched it up past her shapely breasts, exposing them in their sculptured beauty to his hot eyes. "Mmmmm," he smacked his hips. Those are what I caH sugar titties!"
With a sinking sensation in the pit of her stomach, Nancy stood and allowed him to cup her naked breasts. Then he leaned down, shoved his face forward. Nancy closed her eyes, clenching her free hand into a tight fist, her sharp nails cutting into her palm. She was unable to remove her other hand from his hardness, and she felt a moist kiss being planted on her rigid nipples, first one then the other, and tears of humiliation began to strean from her eyes. Oh, why ... why? she groaned silently Why can't I stop him? Why can't I move ... I seem frozen into immobility. Oh God, he's sucking my nipples!
She was unable to stop the burble of pleasure. "Qooooo..."
Tommy had pulled one tender nipple in between his lips and teeth, and was licking about it with a swirling, fluttering tongue, chewing gently..His hands were still around her trembling body, still holding her shivering buttocks. Nancy trembled violently as the exquisite pleasure rippled about inside her body like tickling feathers. She was agonizingly aware of the twitching, burning sensation between her thighs, of the itching intensity there. Too, there was that throbbing hardness beneath her hand, and involuntarily her fingers began to squeeze and relax, squeeze and relax, a reflexive movement she could not control.
Then she felt his hand tugging at the zipper of her tight shorts, and it seemed to bring her crashing back to sanity for a moment. Nancy began to resist him now. She twisted and writhed in his arms, trying desperately to pull free.
"Stop! Stop! Stop it, Tommy!" "she screamed at him, shoving at his body with both hands.
"Goddamn it," Tommy snorted, breathing heavily. "What the goddamn hell is wrong with you, Mom?"
"We... we can't!" she wailed. "That's moose poop! What the hell is stopping us? You let me have a piece last night, Mom; why not now?"
"You're my son, that's why!" she shouted at him, gasping from her efforts to free herself from his grip. She stood a few feet from him now, her breasts still exposed, leaving up and down, her shorts part-way down her gently flowing hips. "But last night-" Tommy started, his eyes gazing at the dark line of her pubic hair that had been exposed by his hands. "I cant explain last night, Tommy," she said, pulling Ejer blouse down. "I don't know what came over me last sight; but it will never happen again. I feel ... soiled, dirty."
Tommy suddenly went through a transformation. His face became ugly as he snarled angrily at her. "Fucking cent!"
Fear came into Nancy's eyes as he began to advance toward her, and she backed from him, her hands held up to ward him off. Her legs struck the edge of her bed, and she toppled over. Tommy sprawled on top of his mother, his hands working at the tight shorts. Nancy twisted and fought frantically, savagely, but she did not have his strength, and he managed to get her shorts down to her knees, exposing her pubic area. His fingers clawed in between her thighs cruelly, and Nancy lost what little strength she had. She went totally limp. All die fight went out of her, and she lay with his fingers thrusting and digging into her pussy.
For a few moments, Tommy fingered her swiftly, hoping to stir her passions. Then he became aware of her total stillness. Lifting his head, he peered into her face. Usually her eyes were bright, sparkling, but now they were dull, devoid of any expression. Slowly, he polled his fingers from between her thighs, standing up. He stared down at his mother, looking at the tanned, Render thighs that sprawled wide apart, at the ,raven-iaired triangle, the curve of her buttocks below.
Then he turned and left her.
Nancy lay still for a long time after he had gone. She was deeply troubled, not only because of bis unexpected; roughness, aggressiveness, but also because of her growing helplessness, her inability to control the raging fires inside her body. She had known for some time that her son had changed in a way she didn't understand but knew she didn't like, and now she had seen the proof. He was no longer her son, it seemed; he was something completely different, like a stranger. At the beginning, she had thought his bitter attitude was that of a teenage boy expressing his independence, his dissatisfaction with his life, his surroundings. But this ... this sexual aggressiveness of his was something different. It seemed as if he wanted to dominate her, bend her to his will.
Is it because of last night? she questioned herself. Is my son becoming a rapist because of my evilness? Oh, God! I cant allow such a thing to happen. I can't let him become ... turn into a ... No! I just can't! No matter what happens to me, what I become myself, I can't let my son turn into a sexual delinquent, a boy who forces a girl against her will. But how can I stop it? It's my fault, just as much as it is his. But I'm older ... his mother, and I should know better, have better control over my own emotions, over myself, my actions. The blame is mine-mine alone. It must be up to me to help him through this ... whatever it is ...
Somehow, Nancy had decided her son's attitude was her fault, that he would become a degenerate unless she allowed herself to be used by him as he wanted. Desperately hoping this was the answer, she tried to force down the bile of wickedness that came into her throat, determining to go through with it despite any adverse consequences.
Straightening her shorts and blouse, she went down to the living room. Tommy was there, curled up on the deep, long couch, brooding. He didn't look up. Nancy gazed at her son for a moment, not knowing what to say or do. Moving toward the bar in the far corner, she poured herself an unaccustomed stiff jolt of sour mash bourbon. Sipping the fiery liquid, she tried to gather her thoughts. She thought of the girls she had caught her son with, and especially just the other day when she had come home and found the young girl stuffing Tommy's hardness into her mouth so eagerly. All of it, combined with her own helpless situation the night before with Tommy in her bed, and now this ... this near-rape today, it was just too much. It was overwhelming evidence to Nancy that her son was quickly becoming a sexual demon. At least that was the way she had figured it out.
What about our reputations? she thought as she spped at her whiskey. What must our friends and neighbors think of my son? Those hoodlums he's been running with certainly aren't what could be called Choice boys. And those girls he brings here; I don't remember seeing any of them around town before.
Like small towns the world over, there were seldom any secrets among the townspeople. Nancy was aware of her social position in this particular town, and if her son had been involved in anything a person would frown on, she would certainly have heard about it. But would she? They lived almost three miles out of the town proper, on this huge old family acreage. Seldom did visitors come out now that her husband was no longer with them. His office had been on the second floor of the court house, and patients seldom came to the home. Nancy had never been one for social activities. She would serve on a committee if invited, and had done so many times in the past while her husband was alive. But since his death didn't bother. Another thing, Nancy was not a home-grown girl. She came from out of state, and was a relative stranger among the native population.
Small town folk seldom take to an outsider in their midst, and Nancy had been no exception, despite her husband. Tommy had been born and raised here, and therefore was a different matter, but it would be many more years before Nancy Wheeler would be accepted, considered a native of the area.
Nancy sipped at her bourbon, becoming more and more bewildered at the sudden turn of her life.
V Tommy had not looked up at his mother as she stood at the black leather bar, drinking her whiskey and trying to puzzle things out in her mind. But Nancy had been staring at him all the time her thoughts ran confusedly through her mind, yet not really seeing him. The alcohol warmed her blood, and she quickly swallowed the remainder of the bourbon, and just as quickly poured another, this time a double jolt. Not being used to such powerful stimulation, she could feel her toes and fingers tingling now, and a warm glow of pleasure seemed to seep into her body.
What can I do? she thought, shifting her weight from one foot to the other, feeling almost peaceful now. I cant stand by and simply watch Tommy go bad. I love him, despite what's happened between us. A mother can't turn her back on her own flesh and blood. Tommy is almost like his father, and that man was certainly a horny one, always hard and ready for me, never able to keep his hands off me. Can such a nature be inherited? I was kinda wild myself in high school. Nancy almost giggled as she thought of her own escapades. Even now, Tm hornier than most women-I think. That must be it ... Tommy has inherited his sexual personality from both his father and me. If that's- the case, Tommy certainly needs help, and badly.
'Tommy?" she called in a low voice, moving around the bar and sitting on one of the black-leather stools.
He glanced up at her. Nancy saw the change in his face again, in his eyes. A few minutes earlier, he had been like an enraged beast, determined to satisfy his sexual urge by rape, wanting only to stick that hardness into something warm and moist and to hell with anything else. Now he looked like the handsome young man he really was, with wide eyes shining with the glint of youthful excitement. His eyes went slowly over the arch of her hip, down the long, slender thigh, then back up to her lovely face, pausing momentarily on her straining, jutting breasts.
"I think I understand ... up, there," she said, her words almost slurring. "It's mostly my fault." He looked puzzled, but she went on: "I should not have been anywhere near the pool with my halter off, should not have worn that excuse for a bikini. I can't explain last night at all, but I know it wasn't your fault, Tommy, nor was it your fault up there in my bedroom a few minutes ago. You expected me to ... to ..." Her voice faltered, then caught again. "After what I let you do to me last night, I can't blame you for expecting it to continue."
Tommy remained silent, watching her.
"I've given a great deal of thought to this, Tommy," she said after taking a burning gulp of the whiskey. It seared her throat, and she coughed delicately, wiping her hps. It seemed to give her the courage she needed, the courage she required to say what she had to say. "You're apparently a hot-blooded young boy, probably inherited this urge for constant sex from your father and ... me. That is something you can't be held responsible for, blamed for in any way. What I'm trying to say is-" 'You don't have to say anything, Mom," he interrupted. "I know how it is."
"You... you do?"
"I'm not stupid, Mom. I've been a horny Md for as long as I can remember. Hell, I was probably born with a goddamn hard-on. I had my first piece of nookie when I was eight years old."
Nancy's eyes widened in surprise.
"It gets kinda bad sometimes," Tommy went on. "I can look at a girl, a real pretty girl, in a minidress or tight shorts like the ones you're wearing, and I get a hard that almost kills me. I want to stick it into a girl so bad, I can't seem to help myself." "You could get into serious difficulties, Tommy," she warned.
"You think I don't know that, Mom?" he said. "But when I get horny, I always find a girl that's willing to spread it out for me. There's a few up the highway, in Middleton. Don't worry, Mom, I don't screw around with the girls here at all."
"That girl, the one you were with the other day," Nancy said very slowly, carefully, "was she from Middleton?"
"You mean Peggy? Sure."
Is that her name? I don't think she's a very nice girL Tommy. I mean, she was ... was ..."
"Sucking me off? Christ, Mom ... all the girls will knob a guy off."
Nancy was surprised by this information. She had known, while in high school, of a girl who had the reputation of a, as the boys said, "cocksucker," but since Nancy could not' conceive of anyone taking it in the mouth, she had thought it was simply lies other girls had made up because of the girl's popularity with all the boys.
"Have you ... have you ever ..." Nancy blushed deeply, lowering her eyes and worried the glass in her hand.
Tommy grinned at her. "Kissed a girl between the thighs? Sure ... lots of times. Most girls go for that. They really get turned on when a guy goes down on them. It takes a tongue up there to really drive a girl out of her mind."
Nancy stared at her son for a long time, surprised at his lack of shame, lack of embarrassment while admitting such a nasty habit. Yet the idea suddenly became fascinating to Nancy. No one had ever done such a thing to her before.
"What do you ... I mean, do you enjoy doing that to a girl?"
"Man, do I?" Tommy said enthusiastically, eyes bright. "Shoving my tongue up a wet, hairy pussy is a blast, Mom. Tonguefucking is outasight!"
She wanted to tell him not to use those words, but they excited her. She crossed her legs and began to swing her foot back and forth. The gentle friction of her inner thighs gave a delicious, tingling sensation in her crotch. Nancy chose her own words carefully, but she couldn't keep from blushing as she spoke.
"Tommy, it would be best if you didn't bring any of those sort of girls here anymore."
' "What the hell do you mean, not bring them here anymore? Christ, Mom, I just told you I can't go very long without getting laid. I cant go to their homes ... they have their folks there-a baby sister, brother, who the hell knows. I'm not going to dick them out in the goddamn woods!"
"Just the same, I won't have them in my home again," Nancy said in sudden firmness.
Tommy gazed at her, his eyes suddenly becoming cruel. "I don't see how you're going to stop it."
Nancy had forgotten herself for a minute. She had formulated her plan in her mind quickly without realizing the tricks her emotions could play on her, or the desire she had for her son. "I thought, well .,." Her face be* came crimson. "I thought that I could ... would ...
provide you with ... well, I ..." She faltered, dropping her eyes from his, flushed with embarrassment.
Her son grinned crookedly at her. "You mean if I stop bringing my girl friends here, be careful not to let any of our prissy-assed friends know about this, you'd give me all the pussy I want? Is that what you're telling me, Mom?"
Nancy had difficulty breathing all of a sudden. "I ... yes," she said in a whispery voice, her redness very bright now.
Tommy stared at her with a wide grin on his face. "I'll be dipped in gooseshit! You sure you don't mean it because you're a hot one, because you got off last night?"
Nancy thought for a moment, then decided to herself he was absolutely correct. Last night had been wild passion, but today she was rational, her plan was deliberate. She nodded her head jerkily.
"I thought so!" Tommy yelped, almost childishly.
Nancy felt miserable. She cursed herself for her lack of strength. She cursed her emotions, her overwhelming sexuality, her growing desire to be Tommy's lover. Tommy knew about her now, just as she knew about herself. She was afraid, after last night, now that her passions had bubbled over, she would become an easy mark for the first man, any man, who waved a hard at her. Still, she tried to justify her actions by helping her son through his sex-hungry period of youth, hoping to enable herself to gain some control over him, but she knew that wasn't the reason at all. He knows, she thought with shame. Tommy knows we're the same ... made from the same mold. Oh, God, what's wrong with us? Why don't I have the courage to fight against this evilness in me? Tommy knows ... knows now that he has me ... anyway he wants me!
While Nancy sat and blushed furiously, Tommy moved his eyes over her slim thighs again, up to where her shorts cut into her crotch, exposing a thin strip of whiteness, then to her straining breasts. Nancy was an exceptionally beautiful woman, he saw, thinking: And the best goddamn lay I've ever had! She was absolutely wild last night ...will she do it? Will she go through, with this?
Tommy felt a strong sense of power over his mother, and it made him heady. He was not a basically sadistic boy, but most his age did enjoy power over another person, especially a pretty girl. A teenage boy-a hot-- blooded boy-sought that sexual power over a girl wanted to force her into things she would normally find disgusting. To Tommy, this was a dream come true. That it was his mother made no difference to him, but on the other hand, it was exciting to. know he could bend his mother any direction he wanted.
"Okay, Mom," he said, getting to his feet. "You want a bargain. Til give you one." He stepped close to her, then placed his hand on a warm, creamy thigh, up close to her hip. She looked down, saw his fingers at the very edge of her shorts. "Here's the bargain; you give me all the pussy I want and I'll stop bringing girls here. No one will ever know about us, and I'll make sure to keep our lily-white reputations clean."
Nancy sucked in a deep breath, giving a short nod of her head. She felt as if this arrangement made her no better than a common whore, worse in fact, because he was her son. She had agreed to become her son's mistress, and had not the courage to do anything else. She was too weak, and she knew it. Slowly, she nodded her head again.
"Great!" Tommy said, his voice filled with excitement. "Now, no more bullshit, right?"
"No, Tommy," she whispered, unable to look at him. "No more bullshit."
He wormed his fingertips under the tight edge of her shorts, searching beneath them. Uncrossing her thighs, Nancy let her knees open wide for him, still flushed with her shame, and felt his fingers move along the silken forest of her pubic hair.
'Take those shorts off, Mom," he said huskily. They're too tight for me to feel."
"Someone may ... may come," Nancy protested weakly.
"Who would? When was the last time we had a visitor, Mom?"
Tommy was right, of course. Slipping from the stool, Nancy unzipped the shorts with nervous, trembling fingers, then slipped them down past her hips and thighs, kicking them away as they dropped to her feet. Tommy lifted her thin blouse over her head, and Nancy stood nakedly before him. She was visibly shaking, and she didn't know if it was because of this sudden passion that warmed her or if it was the strange feeling of becoming her son's toy, his plaything.
At Tommy's instructions, Nancy climbed back onto the bar stool, sitting with her knees spread wide. He stepped back a pace or so and looked at her naked body, that glorious, sensuous body. Nancys pubic hair was gleaming alluringly, the pinkness of her pussy faintly seem There was just the hint of her distended clitoris peeking from the folds of the pulsating flesh.
"You're beautiful, Mom," Tommy said, his xoice filled with emotion. Tm kinda lucky, having such a pretty mother who just happens to be a hot-ass."
Nancy could not resist looking at the front of his pants. There was the expected bulge, larger than she had thought, and there was a sudden itching in the palm of her hand. She felt an overwhelming urge to reach out and stroke him there. She watched as Tommy undressed, her eyes glazed, almost unfocused. When he dropped his shorts and pants, his cock sprang upwards powerfully, banging against his muscular stomach. She stared at the swollen condition of the tip, the seeping juices clinging there, and seeing him this way made an urgent twitch between her thighs, a twitch that called him, screamed for him. His testicles, too, looked painfully swollen. They were quite hairy, she noticed. Despite the degraded feeling, Nancy was excited by what was soon to happen between them. There, was still horror within her, but it was quickly fading. As her passion grew, it shoved that horror aside, but Nancy knew it would return, once she had been satisfied, to torment her again.
Tommy stepped between his mother's spreading knees, reaching out to heft one of her deliciously creamy breasts, then bending down to kiss at the taut nipple, running his tongue around the pebbled surface. Nancy's blood boiled as her nipple was sucked into his mouth, and her right hand moved as though it had a mind of its own. She clutched at his throbbing hardness and began to pump it, holding tightly, feeling the power there in her hand, thrilled by the smoothness of the now sticky tip. Already she was oozing slippery liquids between her thighs, and as Tommy sucked and nibbled at her breasts, he darted a finger into her.
"Ooohhhh," Nancy moaned, a whimper really, as the quick pleasure bubbled inside her .body. She twisted and squirmed her naked bottom on the leather stool. "I like this ... what you're doing to me, darling!" she gurgled softly. "Ooooo ... do it some more! Finger me some more! Deeper ... deeper! Aaahhhhh ... that's it! That's the way, baby! Now you're making me feel sooooo good!"
Her fist stroked firmly up and down his straining hardness as she wiggled her buttocks about, arching to and fro to his plunging finger.
"You dig it? You get off on fingerdipping, huh?" he grunted with a thick voice.
"Yes ... Oh, my yes!" Nancy squealed as the pleasure grew and swirled within her mind and body. She lifted her free hand, brought it to the back of his head and forced his mouth back down onto her bursting breast. "Suck them, baby! Suck my nipples, Tommy! Ohhhh, sweet ... so sweet! Suck my breasts ... my tits! Aaahhhh, finger me ... finger my twat! Ooohhhhh ... Oooooo ... Mmmmmm!"
Nancy was not merely playing the role she had agreed to; she was quickly overpowered by her own lust. She was not acting, but living her part.
She became aware of his mouth leaving her breasts, and she wasn't sure what he was doing for a moment. His tongue was moving down her shivering body, and it was like moist fire, a flame that seemed to melt her very flesh. She mewled in despair as his hardness slipped from her fingers. She desperately attempted to hang on to it, but he was dropping down, down to his knees.
He was on his knees now, gazing up between Nancy's spreading thighs, staring at the pink, pouting hips of her pussy. She stared in open-eyed amazement while he knelt before her. When his hips began to kiss hody at the soft inner flesh of her thigh, Nancy burbled softly, leaning weakly against the bar, her eyes watching blurrily as he progressed further and further up her creamy thigh flesh.
Her voice, when it finally came, sounded hollow, distant, foreign. "You aren't going to ... you wouldn't do ... not reaHy..." she murmured.
Tommy lifted his face, grinning wickedly up at her as he ran his hands up and down her thighs, from her writhing hips to her knees. "I wouldn't what, Mom?"
Nancy sucked at her bottom lip, biting down on it, flushed with a mixture of horror and desire.
Tommy laughed. "You know what I'm going to do, Mom."
Running his hands from her knees, up the outer aspect of her thighs, gliding them around and clutching at her buttocks, Tommy pulled her hips forward. Nancy was hanging precariously on the stool. She had to hook her heels into the top rungs, bracing herself. She was sitting on the very edge now, her buttocks hanging, legs spread wide, leaning against the bar, and she trembled violently as she watched him dart his hot tongue out, licking at the sensitive flesh of her inner thigh, inching upward, licking and tasting, kissing and nipping, coming closer and closer to the steaming triangular thatch that was her raging passion.
Tommy's tongue fluttered along one hairlined lip, then down along the other side, licking at her crotch, but teasing her horribly by staying well away from the quivering clitoris. That tiny bit of flesh was sticking far from the wet folds, and she found she was wanting his tongue on it desperately. But Tommy was not to be hurried. Nancy gasped- and mewled, twisted and writhed, anticipating his tongue there, and at the same time, dreading it. No one had ever kissed anywhere near her crotch before, and Nancy had considered such a thing to be a bit dirty, if not downright nasty. But right now, she understood quite well why a girl would allow a man to kiss her there.
I want him to kiss me! her mind flared. I want Tommy to kiss me on my snatch! I want him to suek it ... eat it... yes, tonguefuck me! Oohh, how awful, how evil! But, my God, I can't help it ... not now! I fust can't help myself! 7 want him to lick it and suck it and tongue it and eat it and ... everything! I want him to make me come ... come with his tongue in me there! Ooohhhh, I want to come ... come ... come ...
Nancy was shaking like a leaf in a gale as Tommy's tongue worked around the sensitive crotch, his eyes wide and staring up between her swelling breasts at Nancy's contorted face.
"You like this?" he asked, withdrawing his face from her crotch an inch or so. 'You go for this kissing, Mom?"
Nancy, biting at her bottom lip, nodded her head.
"Want me to stick my tongue in there?"
Again she nodded.
'Well, goddamn ... tell me, then!"
'Yes!" she hissed. "God, yes! Do it ... do it to me! Ooohhhh, please, darling ... please!" Her voice was hardly recognizable, so thick with lust. "Eat me! Tongue me ... tongue my twat! Ooohhhh, I'm so- hot ... so damned hot! I'll come quickly! Do it, Tommy ... suck and lick and kdss and eat me!"
Tommy chuckled at her incoherent words, closed his fingers into her buttocks, then shot his tongue far into the slippery orifice. Again, Nancy squealed with senseless delight as his tongue burrowed deeply, his nose covered by the silken black triangle. Thrusting his tongue in and out, alternating the stabs by licking over her inflamed clitoris, biting it gently with his teeth, he was sending Nancy soaring. She was twisting her head back and forth, almost out of her mind with the sheer intensity of it, yelping and mewling and squealing. She was totally unaware of the lewd words that rolled from her hps as if she had been familiar with them all her life.
"Oohhhh, yes, yes!" she screamed, raven-black hair flying about her head, her thighs squeezing his face. "Ahhh, suck me that way! Ooooo, suck my clit ... lick my cunt, darling! Lick it ... suck it ... eat it! Ohhh, chew my pussy! Wonderful ... so fucking wonderful! God, why hasn't someone done this to me before! Ahhh ... Oooohhhh ..."
Tommy sucked and licked all around the steaming crotch, his tongue flying from inflamed clitoris to seeping pussy hole, then over the undersurfaces of-her creamy buttocks, only to stab deeply again and again into her snatch. He knew what his mother was feeling, and he was trying his best to make it good for her. Nancy didn't know if she could stand it if it became any better. She lifted her legs and draped them over his shoulders, her heels banging against his back, her creamy inner thighs pressed tightly about his face. Braced against the bar, she held herself with her legs on his shoujders, and began to claw and squeeze her bursting breasts with both hands. They felt so swollen, she was afraid they would explode. Her nipples had never been so stimulated before, and she could feel the rumblings of a most powerful orgasm threatening to detonate deep inside her body.
Mindlessly, not knowing what she was saying, she yelped: "111 come ... I'll come, Tommy! Ooohhh ... you're going to make me come with your tongue! Oh, God ... eat me ... suck my cunt ... lick my fucking pussy! I love it ... love it ... love it! I'm so hot ... so god-fucking-damn hot!"
Tommy thrust his tongue as deeply as he could, feeling the inner muscles there start to work around it. The pulsations of Nancy's genitals were like a raging river now, contracting and flexing about his tongue. She wailed loudly as she went into orgasm, shuddering violently as it shattered her completely.
She was barely cognizant of her son helping her slip from the stool to the floor. She was floating somewhere out in a cloudless space. Nancy could not remember experiencing such an overwhelming, mind-shattering orgasm in her life.
He stretched her half-conscious form out on the deep carpeting, then pulled her legs far apart, moving between them with his hardness jerking up and down. Taking hold of himself in one hand, he rubbed the dripping tip along Nancy's still pulsating pussy.
Nancys hips shot upwards in eagerness, almost as though they had a mind of their own. "Oohhh, yes!" she mewled. "Darling ... darling, shove it in me! Do it to me! Ohh, Tommy, Tommy, Tommy, do it to me!"
He lunged, his hardness slithering with ease into the constricting entrance of the hairy doorway. Before he could bend over and really begin to thrust, Nancy's hips went into a wild, lewd dance, bouncing up and down even as she revolved her bottom in a tight circle. For a moment, Tommy stared at the wanton hunger of his mother, fascinated by the way she wiggled and bounced on his hardness, the way her pussy seemed to be devouring his rigidness. The thick black hair that grew in a perfect triangle there mingled with his as she rammed her crotch all the way to the base of him, his testicles slapping gently at the curves of her buttocks, only to withdraw and slide down until just the head was held by those hot, boiling lips.
Bracing himself, his hands on each side of her shaking, lust-driven body, Tommy began to move, screwing her as he caught the wild rhythm of her mindless gyrations, matching the pattern she was setting.
"Tight ... tight pussy!" he grunted, driving deep and hard into her receptive split. "You're so goddamn tight, Mom!"
"Ooohhh, fuck me, baby," Nancy squealed, the words slurred with lust. "All the way up my twat! Aaahhh, fuck that big dong in my pussy! Screw me ... fuck me ... ball me!"
"I can't hold back much longer!" Tommy shouted. "I've got to ... to come!"
"Come ... come!" she squealed, reaching down and grabbing his buttocks with both hands, her fingers dig. ging into the warm crack as she plunged and bobbed. "Come insidenie, Tommy! Come in me ... please!"
"Ungh ..." Tommy grunted. Nancy felt his hardness deep inside her, felt it lurch, and there was the flooding spurt of his semen. "Ooooo," she mewled, and exploded into a second orgasm, her body shaking so hard Tommy was in danger of falling from her.
VI Three weeks had gone by since Nancy's fall into shameless incest with her son, that wicked depravity. 'There were times when she was in sheer ecstasy about her situation, but most of the time she was nervous and filled with guilt. When Tommy was with her, doing it to her, she was fine, but when alone, shame took over.
She would observe him when he was home with her, watch him almost warily, never knowing when he would make a pass at her. During those times, her agitation was even more pronounced, and her flesh would actually itch. Yet, once Tommy touched her, or even kissed her, her body betrayed her all over again, betrayed every rule of the societal structure, every common-sense law she had lived with all her life.
Whenever her son touched her, even on the bare arm, Nancy's body would betray her, ignore the screaming of her mind. She would immediately melt, become a quivering mass of flesh in his hands, ready for whatever he had in mind. She could then no more stop the subsequent happenings than she could have halted a runaway locomotive with her bare hands. All thoughts of right or wrong evaporated under his soft, caressing fingers, and her mind became inflamed with depraved lust as much-if not more-as her tall, sensuous body.
During the past three weeks, Tommy had taken his mother whenever the urge came upon him, and it came upon him frequently. As a teenaged boy reaching the peak of his virile sexuality, he seemed to have a perpetual hardness, always wanting to poke it someplace. Consequences of discovery were of no concern to him, but Nancy lived in deathly fear that someone would find out about their-as she considered it-depraved perversity. There were no deliveries made to the house; all shopping was done by her in the small town. But still there was always the chance some stranger would stop, asking directions or something, and she knew it would be when Tommy had her on the floor of the living room, door wide open, or else out there on the front porch in the old-fashioned swing, as he had done twice during the late afternoon. The house was far enough from the highway to conceal them, but anyone turning in would see what was happening after a few feet.
Nancy was thankful that he had held down his hoodlum friends from coming around so often. She had never cared for them, although Tommy tried to explain to her that they were really a likable group if she would just give them a chance to show her. Yet Nancy had always associated motorcycle riders with the hoodlum element, and felt all kids who rode such things were hardly more than miniature hoods.
During the passing days, Tommy had seemed to setde. down somewhat as far as his girl friends were concerned, but she had seen him with the little girl who had been fellating him that long-ago afternoon.
Tommy and the girl had been in the arbor at the side of the house, and Nancy, hearing the giggles, had crept1 up and spied on them. Why she had done so, she couldn't explain to herself. It had been late in the evening, with the sun barely gone over the horizon, when she heard the soft, excited giggles and decided to peek. She knew that her recent position with her son did not entide her to peek on him, or even to argue about his actions, but there was a pang of something that tore at her nerves when she heard the girl. Tommy had not, she realized later, promised to keep his girls away from the house. And she refused to consider the feeling of hurt to be one of jealousy.
She crept along the shadows of the house until she could peer past the grape leaves and directly into the arbor. Although the sun had gone down, it was light enough to see them, and it showed her what she suspected.
Tommy was sitting on the seat, his pants down around his ankles, and the girl was kneeling before him.
"You want that thing sucked off again, Tommy?" the girl's soft voice drifted to Nancy's burning ears.
Again? Nancy thought, finding herself trembling. Has she done it once already? Oh, what a dirty little girl! How can she possibly take that thing in her mouth, let him ejaculate in her mouth! Why, it would make me sick to my stomach! I'd... Td throw up!
"That's up to you, Peggy," Tommy's voice came to her.
"You know, I really go for your cock, Tommy," the girl said in a feathery voice. "It's so hard all the time, so warm. I really dig sucking on it."
Tommy snorted. "Hell, you dig any hard-on.' What caused you to be a cocksucker, anyway, Peggy?"
"You really want to know?"
"I asked you, didn't I?"
Nancy could see the girl's hand moving up and down Tommy's hardness but it was dim enough to fade out specific details.
"Well, there was this guy-a man, really-who wanted to stick it in me, but he was afraid he was too big. He didn't want to hurt me, but I was so hot by then, I begged him to try it anyway. Even then, he wouldn't screw me, but said he would lick me ... if I'd take his cock in my mouth and let him come there."
"So that turned you into a cocksucker, huh?"
"I guess it did," the girl answered softly. "I kinda enjoyed it. He started eating my snatch and I got so hot, I just had to taste him. I turned around on top of the guy and just started sucking."
'You really dug it, huh?"
"Oh, yes," Peggy said. "I sucked on him for, a long time, and my jaws sort of started aching, but I wouldn't give it up, and he finally came, and when it splashed into my mouth, it scared me for a minute. I actually thought the guy was peeing, but when I got a taste of . his come juice, it was fantastic!"
"And you've been sucking ever since, huh?"
"As often as I can," Peggy giggled softly. "You know how it is, a person gets turned on and it's like a drug, sort of."
'Yeah, a cock junkie," Tommy laughed.
Nancy felt her face flushing hotly as she listened. How can she tell him those things? she wondered. A girl should never say such things to a hoy. Doesn't she know it will only make her his slave? And how in the world could she have willingly, yes, eagerly, put her mouth on a boy that way?
Nancy saw the shadowy movement of the girl, then there was a moist, gurgling sound. It was obvious to Nancy that the girl was going down on Tommy's hardness, and she was surprised to feel the swelling of her moist pussy inside her panties.
She did not linger for the finish. She had crept silently away from the arbor and returned to the house. Nancy felt a mixture of emotions concerning what she had seen and heard. She didn't like the idea of her son being with that awful, dirty little girl, but she felt it would make Tommy leave her, Nancy, alone for the night. But did she want Tommy to leave her alone? Nancy was confused by her emotions. She wanted Tommy to leave her alone, yet she didn't want him to. I'm jealous! she thought, surprised and puzzled by the sudden thought. Oh, dear God, it's true! I'm jealous of that little slut! Jealous of my son! But... why? Why should I be?
Nancy didn't have the answers. The one answer that made any sense to her, she refused to consider.
Later that night, Tommy had come into her bedroom, slapping her playfully on the bottom and telling her he wanted a piece. Reluctantly, she complied, and as soon as he was in-her, Nancy once more became a raging, insatiable beast of lust. She had twisted about until Tommy was beneath her, and she squatted above his straining hardness, bouncing wantonly and unashamedly until they both became exhausted.
Yet, no matter how often Tommy screwed her, he didn't seem to lose interest in her body; he never seemed to lose his erection. Nancy was amazed and fascinated at the way his cock would arch up and swell within ten minutes after ejaculation. She was delighted by it, too. There wasn't a day or night that slipped by without Tommy sticking that hardness into her, and even now, three weeks after it all began, he was still hungry for her.
Today she was alone in the spacious living room, trying to read and keep her mind from sex, and finding it impossible. Ever since she became involved with her son, she dwelled on sex, almost obsessed with it. Her thoughts kept turning to her son. He was, she knew, in his room, taking a nap. Sitting the way she was, she again felt the aching soreness between her thighs. Tommy had entered her four times the night before, and he had been unusually rough about it too. She was raw and bruised between her thighs, but when she examined herself this morning, she saw no evidence of discoloration. Still, although he had been brutal, there was that pleasant tingle she seemed to feel constantly lately ... the tingle that would not leave her alone, just as Tommy would not.
Pulling her long legs up onto the couch, trying to position herself into a more comfortable spot, the short skirt she was wearing slipped high on her tanned thighs. She glanced down, wondering why her son enjoyed seeing her in miniskirts and dress. She knew men liked looking at women in revealing clothing, but Tommy was, after all, her son. Despite their incestuous relationship, she felt Tommy would not want to see her dressed like a wanton, exposed half of the time, if for no reason than she was his mother.
But Tommy had his own ideas, and she found herself going along with them, reluctantly, but with a growing willingness. And now, after three weeks, Nancy was not at all sure she was going along with him because of her weak sexual character, or because she was finding it extremely exciting. This was the confusing part to Nancy. She was starting to enjoy the things they did with each other, and she was beginning to look upon Tommy not as her son, but as a man with a beautiful, fantastic hardness that she thoroughly enjoyed.
There was still the flickering of guilt she had to live with, but she was pressing it further and further into the dark recesses of her mind. She could never completely take her thoughts from her sense of shame, no matter how much pleasure she was getting. She still felt as though she were wallowing in the pits of a degrading hell, but she also admitted, to herself at least, that she wanted it this way. Somehow, with the feeling of being forced into her incestuous situation, being dominated by her son, she could justify her behavior in some small way. She told herself she had no choice in the matter, that her son was the strong one. So, since she had no choice, she felt it was okay to enjoy herself.
Her thoughts turned to the scene in the grape arbor of a few days ago, and she was unconscious of the licking gestures her tongue made over her full, moist hps. She stared at the pages of her magazine, but she wasn't seeing it. In her mind's eye, she saw her son's hardness, swollen and dripping, and her lips formed an oval. In a few moments, she had dropped the magazine to the floor and stood up, hardly thinking of what she was doing.
Walking up the stairs silendy, she moved along the landing to her son's room, then she paused. The door was open, and Tommy was sprawled out on the bed, sound asleep. With his features relaxed, he looked so young and innocent, not at all the hypersexed boy he truly was. But although his face was young and innocent-looking, the bulge of his shorts gave mute evidence of his erotic dreams.
Nancy gazed at the tentlike formation of his white shorts, and saw the spot of moisture where the bulbous head of his hardness strained. Moving into Tommy's room, Nancy stood at the side of the bed, looking down at his hidden genitals. The fly of his shorts gaped, and she could see the mass of dark, tangled hair there, and the pink base of his hardness. His hairless chest rose and fell evenly in sleep.
A smile curved her moist lips as she reached her fingers out to caress the moist spot on his shorts. She remembered how he had crept into her room that day, that first time, and stuck that lovely hardness into her, thinking she was asleep.
"Now it's my turn, darling," she whispered softly, running her fingertips lightly over the moist spot. Then she brought the fingers to her face, thrusting her tongue out, licking at the warm patch of wetness. When she tasted it, there was a familiar sensation inside her panties, and a perverse rubbery feeling started in her legs. If that little girl can do it, so can I, Nancy told herself. If that's what Tommy enjoys, that hard thing in a girl's mouth, then I can do it for him. He has no need of any other girl...
Reaching down again as she rolled her tongue about in her mouth, Nancy pulled the fly of his shorts to one side, letting his hardness free. His erection seemed thicker, firmer, longer than she had realized, and for a moment she hesitated in what she planned on doing for him. But as she stared at his thick, long hardness, seeing the smooth head ghstening, dripping, with the dark hair curling at the base, his testicles lying gently on one thigh, Nancy's breathing increased significantly. Nasty or not, I'm going to do it for him! Tve got to do it! Tommy loves having a girl use her mouth on him ... and I've got to do it for him. Not only must I take it into my mouth, I've got to do it better than that young girl! I've got to show Tommy I can do anything for him she can do ... and better!
Moving carefully now, not wanting to wake him just yet, hoping against desperate hope that she would be able to suck on him without his knowledge, at least for this first time, she wrapped her fingers around his hot hardness and stroked it slowly and easily, thrilled at the powerful way it pulsated. Tommy was lying on the edge of his bed, and Nancy dropped to her knees there, her eyes wide, lips quivering. She licked her lips a few times in a moment of hesitation, then lowered her face. Very hghtly, ever so lightly, she pressed a feathery kiss to the smoothness of his erection. As her lips made contact, she felt the slippery moisture on them. A muffled whimper bubbled from her throat. She drew back, licking at her hps almost gingerly, tasting him, and a mewl dripped softly from her mouth, a mewl of surprised delight.
Holding his hardness at the hairy base with her fingers and thumb, Nancy lowered her face again, then ran her tongue slowly over the smooth head, fascinated by what she was doing, amazed to find the sensation of her tongue on him there quite pleasant. Running the tip of her tongue along the tip of his hardness as though it were a lollipop, she held her lips wide, her mouth open as far as she could make it go, and lowered her face a^ little more. Then, using the moist flat surface of her tongue, she traced a wet.pattern up and down the length of the pulsing stiffness, even into the crinkly hair at the base. Pressing her tongue outward, she fluttered it gently against his testicles, thrilling to the heat of him against her mouth. She licked delicately at his testicles for a moment longer, then again with the flat part of her tongue, she licked upward again. Almost daintily, she lapped up the seeping juices at the flaring, inflamed hole. Again she widened her hps, dropping downward, but not dosing them. She could feel the warmth in her mouth now, but for a moment longer she hesitated, then closed her lips over the huge head. As her mouth touched his hardness, her tongue pressed down onto the dripping hole, moving slowly.
Nancy sucked in a deep breath, then pulled more of his heated erection into her mouth, feeling the smooth head slide along her tongue until it was almost in her throat. She fought down the urge to gag, to choke on the alien instrument she had swallowed, and sucked even more of that pulsing thickness down, and to her somewhat horrified delight, found the hair at the base of his penis tickling her chin and nose. Nancy had, without much difficulty, deep-throated Tommy. She held still for a long moment, becoming used to the new sensation.
Then she "began to suck upwards, hex tongue scraping, lips pressed warmly about the thickness. As she,reached the head, she started her long glide down again, sucking up and down slowly, fluttering her tongue as best she could, learning as she moved. Each time her lips came about the head, she tapped her tongue to the dripping hole. Nancy began to suck by instinct, using her naturally erotic mind, guided by intuition. She was learning quite fast how to suck that delicious maleness.
Maybe Tommy will think he's having a wet dream, she told herself as she stuffed her mouth time and again with him, almost amused by the thought. If I can keep up my nerve and let him discharge into my mouth, then the next time he gets his face between my legs, I'll do it to him, too .. .at the same time...
Nancy had intended to fellate Tommy very slowly, very carefully, hoping to anticipate his ejaculation and prepare herself, but to her amazement, she found the taste of him in her mouth intensely pleasurable, and her excitement and emotions soared high. Before she knew it, her face was bobbing up and down swiftly, as though she had been starved for a cock in her mouth all her Me. Her tongue fluttered and flew in a frenzied attempt to bring his semen boiling up and out, the tip of her tongue paying most of its attention to that dripping, flaring hole. The taste of his juices sent her mind into a whirling vortex of passion, and Nancy could not slow down. She began sucking on that fascinating hardness furiously, gurgling with delight.
Then Nancy became aware that Tommy was no longer asleep.
Her first indication was when he slipped a hand down over the edge of the bed and up her thighs, going under her minidress, feeling the back of her thighs, his fingers burning between the creamy surfaces, cupping her crotch for a moment, then spreading over the swell of her buttocks. His fingers clutched at the crotch of her panties, tugging them down.
Nancy's eyes, wide already because of her wonderment at what she was so willingly doing, grew even wider when she realized she had been caught with her mouth stuffed to capacity by his hardness. Quickly, she jerked up and away, gazing shamefacedly at him, unable to stop the embarrassed blush that grew from her neck np.
"Hey, don't stop now," Tommy said, thrusting his hips upwards in an effort to insert his bulging erection back between her lips. "Christ, don't stop sucking me now! Come on, put it back in your mouth!"
He had, by this time, pulled her panties halfway down her thighs, and was now clutching at one swelling, creamy cheek of her buttocks, his fingers digging into the warm split, brushing at the pucker of her anus. "Come on, Mom, suck it!" he said harshly. "You're doing good ... come on, suck me off!"
Nancy squeezed the base of his erection with her fingers and thumb, feeling it jerk in response. Suddenly the heat of her cheeks fled, and she flashed him a lewd smile of pleasure. "Yes! Yes, I will!" she said in an excited, almost choked voice. "I'll do that, Tommy. How I'm going to suck you! I'm going to suck your beautiful hard-on until you can't stand it ..'. suck it so hard you won't be able to swell for a week ... suck you so hard you'll think you'll never stop coming!"
Her hips raced down on his hardness again, sucking deeply, feeling it probe at her throat. Tommy watched down his body, watched her lips stretch as she deep-throated him, his fingers far into the warm split of her bottom, squeezing the round cheek until Nancy whimpered in pleasure, writhing into his hand. "Ooohhhh, that's great, Mom! Ahhh, damn ... is that ever good! Suck it... suck my cock!"
'Glummmph ... Ahhhmmmm ..." Nancy gurgled, her voice muffled by the stuffed hardness, her tongue flying about as her lips squeezed, sliding up and down hungrily." She was making soft mewling sounds, gurgling sounds, deep in her throat, hardly believing the pleasure she was getting from this strange act.
It isn't nasty or filthy at all! she told herself, working her tongue along the sides and then over the seeping hole, licking away the juices that bubbled forth. It's ... good! Very, very good. Ooohhh, my ... he's so hard ... so hot... so thick ... so, so beautiful! Ahhhh ... I love the way it stretches'my lips ... the way it tastes ... the way it fills my mouth! God, I should have done this a long time ago! I can suck on it all day ...
"Tongue my prick ... lick my cock," Tommy moaned thickly, arching his hips high to meet her thrusting face, screwing up and down with her. "Qhhh, son of a fucking bitch! Oh, you're good, Mom! You suck real good! Ahhh, you're a fine cocksucker ... a good peter eater! Christ ... I'm gonna gush like a fucking fountain!"
"Mmmmmm," Nancy gurgled.
Then Tommy arched high into the air, plunging almost every inch of his throbbing hardness into her mouth, that slaving, hot mouth. Nancy, knowing he was on the brink of ejaculation, grabbed his testicles in her hand and pulled them, her other hand working up and down at the base of his erection, jerking him as he swelled to greater dimensions, pulsating madly between her tight lips.
The sudden hot spurt of his semen caught her by surprise, although she had been expecting it. For a moment she stopped sucking up and down. But as the thick, viscous liquid rolled and splashed over her tongue and down her throat, she gurgled in exquisite delight and started sucking furiously, her throat working to swallow as he discharged. She could feel his testicles draw tight into his groin, and she tugged on them with her fingers, milking his spurting hard-on with the fingers of her other hand, thrilled at the flooding of her mouth.
At last there was no more. Tommy sighed heavily and let his bottom drop to the bed, and his fingers relaxed on the cheek of her buttocks. Nancy continued to hold his penis between her hps, tonguing the head lightly as it began to go soft. Giving him one last, gentle suck, she hfted her face, grinning widely with happiness at her accomplishment.
"Was I good, baby?" she, asked, anxious.
"Oh, shit . . ." he mumbled, tiredly. "I thought chains were being dragged through my fucking asshole! Wowee ... that was a blow job and a half! You almost sucked my goddamn balls through my cock! Where in the hell did you learn to knob a guy like that?"
Nancy giggled like a young girl. "I've never done that before in my life," she said, crawling up and lying alongside him. "That was the first time I've ever done such a thing, darling."
"Moose poop!" Tommy snorted, wrapping his arm about her. "A girl needs a lot of practice to suck that way. You've been practicing, Mom."
"No, baby," she said softly, placing her hand on his limber genitals, petting him. "Honestly, that was the first time I've ever used my mouth on a guy."
'Yeah?" he said, still not beheving her. "Well, it won't be the last time, I can promise you that!"
Nancy giggled and cuddled close to him, kissing his cheek. She kicked her panties from her feet and pulled her miniskirt up around her waist, spreading her legs wide. "Do I get something for a reward, darling?" she teased, fondling the hairy mass of her pubic area unashamedly, rubbing lightly at her inflamed clitoris.
"Hell, I won't be able to get another hard for weeks," he said, sitting up to watch her as she slipped her middle finger into the moist folds. "You're going to have to use that finger for a while, looks like."
"You could always use ... use your mouth on me, baby," she smiled at him, pulling the hair-rimmed hips apart. "I loved it when you tongued me off."
Tommy gave her a strange, puzzled look. "You're changed, Mom," he said. "What happened? You don't act so ashamed anymore. HeH, you're downright eager!"
"I don't know what happened to me," she said honestly, her voice low. "All I know is that I can't seem to go without you too long. I want you doing it, doing anything, to me all the time. I don't suppose I should say this, but you probably know it anyway. You can do anything you want with me, Tommy. I don't care what it is-I'm all yours. I'm your mother, of course, but I seem to be your girl friend, too. I'm your mistress, and you have a constant supply of pussy with me. My body is yours, Tommy ... every inch of it. My breasts belong to you ... my cunt is yours ... my . .. my bot. . . uh, ass, is yours, too. You own all.of me."
He stared down at her, long and hard. "You mean that? I mean... you're not saying that because of..."
"I don't give a damn any longer about your girl friends, or whether or not we are evil, not any more," Nancy answered, working her finger in and out of her hairy spHt wantonly, her bottom writhing unashamedly. "All I know is that you can do anything you want with me." She flashed him a lewd smile, cupping her breast and squeezing it gently, then reaching to squeeze his soft penis and testicles.
"Anything?" Tommy asked.
"Isn't that what I said?" Nancy countered "You can do whatever you want with me. I'm yours ... all of me."
"No more shame... no more guilty feelings?"
"I don't think so," she said. "I'm not sure about it, though. I do know we can't be seen doing it with each other. I don't want people to look down on me as if I were a nasty, perverted woman. Oh, I don't give a damn about those hypocritical bastards in town. I've never Hked any of them from the start. But we have to be sensible, darling. I don't want them looking at me when I'm shopping, whispering behind their filthy hands about us."
"And I can do anything I want with you, huh?" He didn't seem to believe it yet. "Anything?"
She laughed throatily. "Anything ... anything you want, no matter how wild it is," she said, then stuck her tongue out at him, her nose wrinkling prettily. "So there, you horny Httle bastard."
"Well, now," Tommy grinned at his mother. "I guess I can start right off by eating some of that haiiy pie, huh?"
"Oohhh, that would be a wonderful beginning," Nancy crooned, spreading her legs wide, so wide the tendons of her crotch stood out in bold relief. "Eat me, baby... eat my hairy pie!"
Tommy slipped between her thighs, sliding his hands under her naked bottom, cupping a cheek in each hand and lifting her crotch to his face. He looked at the steaming, hair-rimmed pussy, then up to her face. 'You know, I'd rather eat this hot cunt of yours than any girl I know." 1 "Even more than that Httle slut that can't keep her mouth off your dick?"
"Mmmm, better than her," he said, kissing the sensitive clitoris that protruded upward. "She doesn't seem to mind whether I eat her or not, as long as she can wrap her hps around my dong."
Then he shoved his face into her crotch, thrusting his tongue as deeply as he could.
Nancy twisted and rolled her hips against his face.
VII The following days were almost peaceful for Nancy.
Tommy no longer left the house early in the day and returned late at night. He had told her frequently during the previous days that he much preferred being with her to others. He was always close while she did her housework, usually physically close enough to touch, to caress her breasts, or her sleek thighs, her bottom. At times Nancy would stop whatever she was doing at the moment and they would embrace like two young honey-mooners deeply in love, kissing and probing with inquisitive tongues, becoming excited, molding their bodies together, squirming hard as passion steamed in their veins.
Usually that was as far as they would go, loving the build-up, thrilling to the sensations of denial. Yet there were enough times when their steaming lusts would flare into a roaring inferno, and no matter where they happened to be, what she was doing at the time, they would fall to the floor and rip and tear at each other's clothing, and copulate furiously, or perform orally on one another, simultaneously, violently.
In one day alone, Nancy had fellated Tommy to ejaculations four times, and then as they went to bed that night, he was rigid and straining against her as though he had gone without for weeks. Nancy, of course, was delighted, and he had thrust into her and plunged and bobbed until they were both totally exhausted and could no longer deny recuperating sleep.
Nancy was surprised by her emotions. She found her happiness was limitless. She felt as if she were a teenage girl again, being with her one true love. She no longer felt a whore, no longer felt she was his mistress. She accepted, it seemed overnight, the nature of her new relationship. She did not try to argue with herself, or talk to Tommy about it. She also knew that her sexual appetites were becoming stronger each day, and Tommy's seemed to be, too. They couldn't get enough of each other.
He was no longer a sneering, insolent juvenile, and for this Nancy was grateful. He showed affection for her, touching her and fondling her, kissing her face, playfully goosing her at times, something that sent Nancy into peals of surprised laughter. She became vibrant and bubbly and her heart was ready to burst with love for him.
Tommy suddenly began buying her little presents, usually trinkets that had no value, but she loved them as if they were diamonds. Often he bought exotic-or rather, erotic-clothing for her, things such as panties and bras that were designed to arouse a man, or a woman. Nancy would gaily model those teasing garments for him, striving to create an erotic atmosphere, inventing various positions or postures as she moved about the house, or while sitting and watching television. The positions she put herself into were designed by her constantiy sensual mind to let him exercise his voyeuristic pleasures, teasing him with a glimpse of different parts of her body. His expressions told her he appreciated her efforts, and Nancy had to admit to herself that she was receiving a delicious thrill from her exhibitionism.
Often Nancy would wear miniskirts or dress without panties beneath them, and she would stand at the kitchen sink, doing up the dishes, the cheeks of her buttocks flexing gently, and Tommy would he on the floor, his head between her feet, peering up at her genitals. Nancy would spread her feet' far enough to give him an unobstructed view. There were a few such incidents when Tommy would haul out his hardness and masturbate while looking at her thighs that way, discharging his semen onto the floor.
Tommy loved one particular little game they had devised whereby Nancy would pretend to be his servant, and wait on his every wish. Most of those times, she would be topless, her flawless breasts jiggling sweetly. She would bring him a beer, her breasts bobbing and weaving, covered by an extremely short miniskirt she had made herself, one that she had shortened so as to expose the curling hair of her pubic area or the swelling sugary curves of her buttocks. They devised all manner of erotic games to play, and Nancy found those that caused her to be humiliated or degraded to be the most exciting and pleasurable to her. She knew but did not tell Tommy that it was because she still had her guilt, was still ashamed of her actions, still justifying what she did as okay as long as she was forced into it.
It was this desire of Nancy's that brought certain games into their sex-play. She had spoken at length to her son about how she felt when he degraded her, but emphasizing to him the tingling warmth and exquisite pleasure it gave her. She found that he, too, enjoyed those particular games, and Nancy knew without being told that it was because of the sense of power it gave him.
Her orgasms were ever so much stronger and more satisfying if she were being humiliated. And, knowing this, she sought ways to make him increase his degradation of her. Like the time he forced her to go naked into the pool one warm afternoon. Of course, there was no real force used, since Nancy was cooperative. Tommy had her swim about as he watched, and then forced her to sit on the decking with her long legs wide, feet dangling in the water, and masturbate herself to orgasm. Nancy felt truly ashamed, blushing furiously, but she could not deny the exquisite eroticism of pleasure she felt.
She was becoming her son's sexual slave, but also a slave to her own overwhelming lusts. There was nothing she refused him, no matter how wild. She was absolutely incapable of refusing him the slightest desire, as long as it led them into wanton, uninhibited sex.
Now she was sitting at one of the wrought iron tables near the pooL watching Tommy splash around. He had her wearing the tiny yellow bikini, but it had to be pulled up into the crack of her buttocks, very tight between her thighs so the curling hair on each side was exposed. To him, seeing his mother this way was an erotic, highly stimulating sight. As for Nancy, she tingled all over with excitement, with warm lewdness.
Tommy pulled himself up onto the deck, looked at her. "Hey, Mom, open your legs nice and wide, huh? Show me what you're hiding up there. Show me a little more hair."
Nancy did as he asked, slumping her bottom to the edge of the chair, smiling brightly at him. "This better, darling? You like it this way?"
"Beautiful! Christ, Mom ... that's the prettiest goddamn pussy in town."
"You know aU about pretty pussy, don't you, you little shit!"
'Yeah," he grinned. "And you're learning all about cock... my cock!"
They gazed at one another, affection shining in their eyes. Then Tommy said: "Why don't you slip those things off, Mom? They don't hide much anyway, and you can play with yourself better if you're naked."
I'd rather have something besides my finger," she replied.
Tommy climbed from the pool, dripping water. His trunks bulged out with the swelling of his genitals. Slipping his hands into his trunks, he shoved them to mid-thigh. Slowly, he began to masturbate, watching Nancy peel her bikini bottom off. Then he moved until he stood beside her, offering her the swollen, gleaming tip of his hardness. "Suck it, Mom," he said. "Wrap those hot hps around my dong ... finger yourself and suck me at the same time."
Nancy dropped her bikini bottom to the grass, spread her knees wide, and thrust her middle finger into the moist pit, rubbing at the shining clitoris with her thumb. Turning her face sideways, she opened her lips as Tommy pressed his hardness into her mouth. Her tongue flew around the smooth head, her lips squeezed tight as he hunched back and forth, screwing her mouth. Nancy lifted her other hand and slipped it between his thighs, pressed a finger between his buttocks and rubbed at the pucker there] She had developed an amazing technique and desire for fellatio, and it did not take long to bring his semen boiling forth, gushing almost like a torrent down her throat. Nancy had become an expert cock-sucker, and she was quite pleased with her accomplishment.
"You get better every time, Mom," he panted.
Nancy had not achieved climax, but she was close to it, writhing her naked bottom on the chair as she whipped her fingers around the steaming, hairy snatch, "Ohhh, lick me, darling," she begged, both her hands clawing into her burning crotch. "Please, baby ... suck me ... tongue my snatch! I want to ... I'm almost ready to... Ooohhh, Tommy, make me come!"
But now that he had finished his orgasm, Tommy was in one of his .sadistic moods. He grinned down at his lust-ridden mother. "Aw, I don't think so. I don't feel like eating hair pie right now, Mom. You just go ahead and finger that thing off. I think I'll go ride out and see my buddies. I haven't seen any of them for a while."
Nancy watched him enter the house, through the sliding patio doors, frustration building inside her. Never before had he refused to bring her off since they started this relationship, and she was confused and hurt. She wondered if she had done something to make him angry with her.
A few minutes later, he came out again, dressed in a pair of jeans and white t-shirt. "Ill take my bike," he announced.
"Tommy," Nancy asked in a subdued voice. "What's wrong? Have I .made you mad? I thought you were happy ... with me. Why do you want to go see those .. .those boys? Can't I give you more than they can?"
"Sure you can, Mom," he replied. "But, hell, a guy can't neglect his buddies forever, can he?"
"Stay with me, darling," she pleaded, unable to stop begging. "Stay here with me and we'll have fun. I'll do whatever you want, Tommy, you know I will. Listen, want me to go around naked for you today?" She stripped her top off, standing up, posturing lewdly with legs apart, hips arched out. "Look at me, baby ... you like to look at me naked, you enjoy seeing me stick my fingers in myself, don't you? I'll do "that, darling ... as long as you want me to." Nancy plunged a finger into herself. "Maybe you'd like me to suck you again? Want me to suck your balls, Tommy? You always like it when I do that, don't you? What do you want me to do, darling? Tell me ... I'll do it."
He watched her, amusement on his face. "Would you kiss my ass?"
Nancy's eyes widened, then she flushed, nodding. *Yes," she said in a low whisper. "If that's what you want, I'll do it."
'You'd do anything for me, wouldn't you, Mom?"
"You know I will," she said, still blushing.
A slow smile spread over his face now, a smile that was cruel. Then he lowered his pants. Turning his back fc her, he presented his naked bottom to Nancy. "Okay, kiss my ass!"
Nancy trembled. 'You really mean it, don't youF' "There it is... kiss it!"
She dropped to her knees, still flushed with shame, her face a few inches from his gleaming white buttocks. Tommy leaned over, bracing himself with his hands on iris knees. Nancy felt a shudder of revulsion stab through her, but she leaned forward and with her hps dosed, kissed him on the right cheek.
"Both sides!"
Nancy kissed. Then, at his demand, she ran her tongue over the warm flesh there. And, suddenly, while die probed the surface of her' moist tongue along his Jiesh, something flared in her brain. Her hands came up and gripped his hips, a whimper of despair coming from her. She shoved her face in between the warm buttocks, and her tongue darted forth, licking at the crinkled r acker of his asshole.
Tommy laughed. "That's the way to go, Mom! Lick that asshole!"
Nancy's mind was burning, her body shuddering as her tongue fluttered about there. She didn't know what iad happened to her, but she had lost control of her rngue and emotions. She was trying to force the tip of [her tongue into the tightness, her breath hot and searing irainst him. As her hand moved in front of him, grasping his half-swollen organ, pumping as she tongued him, Nancy thought: Oh, God ... J like this! Is there no end to what I would do with him? How far will I go?
She was striving to shove her tongue into him, bu: Tommy pulled away suddenly, and Nancy followed on her knees, whimpering like a demented animal, pleading with him to let her do it some more. "Tommy, let me!* she begged in a wild voice, her dark eyes blazing fiercely with lust.
"That's enough for now," he said, adjusting his jeans. "If you still want to lick on my ass when I get back okay. But I gotta run now."
Nancy fell onto the grass, sprawling and sobbing. She had been so happy, and now this. Oh, God! why .., why can't I make him happy? Why do I have to he thu way? What is happening to me? I'm not a nasty, perverted woman! I'm not! I'm not! Something is wrong with me ... something I can't control, cant stop. Is this what it's like, going insane? I'm shameful ... wicked ... eviV. And I can't help myself!
VIII Somehow, Nancy was able to bring her confusing emotions under control.
Getting to her feet, she ignored the scraps of yellow cloth on the lush lawn, and walked nakedly into the house. She wandered from room to room on the lower floor, her thoughts jumbled. Tommy had been so nice to her the past few days, and now ... now he had reverted to some of his old ways towards her. Nancy had not wanted to kiss his bottom, not at first, and she had been surprised and ashamed at the sudden overwhelming response that filled her veins and mind when she had done [so.
To Nancy, doing that-running her tongue over his buttocks, shoving it between them-was the very depths of human depravity she could think of. She knew by this time a girl could take a male organ into her mouth, swallow the semen. She had not thought of the Htde girl, Peggy, in a long time, nor did'she now think of the girl as perverted, as libertine. She well understood the enjoyment the girl received from sucking on a penis, because Nancy received that same pleasure now, herself. There were times when she had experienced an orgasm as her son spewed his thick juices down her throat, and they were surprisingly strong orgasms.
Eventually she went up the stairs to her room. She had decided to be as lovely and pleasing as possible for Tommy when he returned home. Already, she was deciding to be as much woman as he could ever want, and reaffirmed her intentions to perform in any way, any manner, that he wanted.
Rummaging about in her dressers and closets, she located a pair of extremely sheer panties. They were hardly more than two triangles of cloth with a string on each hip. They were smoky, cobwebby things, a garment that revealed every pore of her flesh when she slipped them on. Deciding not to wear a bra, she slipped into a see-through blouse that exposed the pinkness of her nipples', the soft yet firm curves of her breasts. It was almost like being topless. Next she chose a miniskirt that hung just an inch below the swell of her buttocks. Pulling on a pair of knee-length white boots, she appraised herself. Her raven-colored hair cascaded below her shoulders, and there was no doubt she was a vision of erotic beauty. She could stand up with the best of them, teenage girls and all, and she knew her son would appreciate her choice of dress.
To keep herself occupied, anything to stop her mind from dwelling on sex, Nancy went to the kitchen and did up their lunch plates. That was where she was when her son returned.
She was so preoccupied with her thoughts, planning the things she would do to make him happy, she failed to hear him return, and wasn't even aware that he was in the house until she felt him pressing up against her from behind. She gave a soft, startled yelp, and turned her face with a smile as he nuzzled into her neck, fondling her breasts, the lump of his pants tight against her bottom.
"Ohhh, darling," she murmured, offering her lips to him. Tm so glad you didn't stay away long. Kiss me, baby ... Mss me hard."
His tongue shot into her mouth as she twisted about in his arms, her eyes closed in happiness and rapture as she sucked on his tongue. She felt his hands slide down her back, over the curve of her buttocks. She felt him lifting her short skirt, and she squirmed against him as his hands cupped and squeezed at her cheeks. She sighed deeply and began to grind her pelvis against him.
Tommy withdrew his tongue, smiling into her bright eyes, his hands digging pleasantly into her bottom. She pressed against the swelling lump of his pants, rocking from side to side. "Mom, did you really mean it when you said you'd do anything for me, anything I wanted?" He slipped his hands underneath the elastic of her smoky panties, running them over the bare flesh. "I mean, anything at all?"
"Of course I meant it, darling." She squirmed her bottom into his warm palms. "All you have to do is ask, you know that. Why, didn't I kiss your ass not more than two hours ago?" She flashed a lewd grin at him.
His smile widened, then he glanced over her shoulder. "See? I told you she would, didn't I, Mike?"
Nancy's body jerked. She twisted about in her son's arms, and found herself staring at a boy who was looking back at her with the nastiest grin she had ever seen. She cringed against her son as he pulled his hands from her panties, only to cup her thrusting breasts. She shuddered inwardly, staring in horror at the boy as Tommy fondled her, unable to move or speak.
Then her voice came from her constricted, frightened throat. "Tommy! What are you ... have you gone mad! Who is this ... this boy? Why did you bring him here? Turn me loose! Stop it, Tommy!" She squirmed and fought to break from his grip on her breasts.
But the damage had been done, she knew with a sinking heart. The boy had seen her wantonly sucking at Tommy's tongue, saw the way she wickedly pressed her pelvis against his, even saw ... Oh, my God! He saw Tommy put his hands inside my panties! Saw me let him do it . ... Ohhh, dear God! He saw Tommy touch my breasts ... my buttocks! He knows ... he knows everything!
"Hold still, Mom," Tommy said graffly, squeezing her tender breasts until a stab of pain shot through them. "Stop wiggling, damn it! Hey, goddamn, be still!"
With a dying sensation in her heart, Nancy stopped trying to free herself. She attempted to hide his hands on her breasts by placing her own over them, but that was no protection. Still, she felt as if she had to do something. She continued to stare in fear at the nastily grinning boy who watched her humiliation.
"This is Mike, Mom," Tommy said, holding her tight "Now, you be a good girl and stop all this fighting with me. He only wanted to see what a nice, pretty Mom I've got, that's all."
"You ... you told him!" Nancy accused, a crimson flush on her face. "You told him about ... about us, didn't you?"
"Why not?" Tommy laughed easily. "He's a good guy. He knows how to keep his mouth shut, right, Mike?"
"Right, old buddy," the grinning boy said.
Fear knotted inside Nancy's stomach, the horror of what her son was attempting coming through to her. Tommy is going too far, she thought. He's going to get us all into bad trouble for sure. But ... how can I stop it? He certainly won't listen to me! Ohhh, God .. .this is sheer madness! Have we-Tommy and I-gone totally insane!
"Mike just wants to peek at my beautiful Mom," Tommy said, his voice a little thick, but the egotistical sound came through. He shoved her now unresisting hands away, but continued to cup and feel her breasts as Mike stood grinning evilly. "Mike said you wouldn't let me do this, Mom. I bet him five bucks I could. Looks like you lose, Mike."
"I haven't seen anything yet," the boy said, almost sneering. "Hell, old buddy, anybody can cop a pair of tittles. Let's have a look at her cunt, old buddy."
Nancy's heart thudded inside her chest. She felt as if she were sinking into oblivion, being degraded beyond all reason, and there was nothing she could do. Her world was crumbling and she saw no way to climb out of the cesspool into the sunlight. Tommy was not her son now, he was some monster, mired in the hell of absolute depraved lust, and he was dragging her down deeper and deeper with him.
She sensed rather than felt his hands slip down her shaking stomach, over her pubic area. For just a moment, Tommy pressed his hand into her pelvis, then began to lift the short skirt, the skirt she had wanted to please him with. It came up, slowly, then bunched about her waist, and Nancy leaned against him, weakly, eyes closed, tears burning down her cheeks. She trembled with horror, knowing that grinning young boy was now gazing at the smoky-mist of her panties, knowing he could see the black triangle of her shame, her sleek thighs, her gently rounded hips and dimpled belly button.
"Take yourself a good, long look, Mike," she heard Tommy say, his voice sounding distant and cruel. She felt him pull the crotch of her panties to one side, his fingers parting the silky hair, revealing the delicate pinkness of her womanhood to the boy. "There, man ... tell me if this isn't the prettiest pussy you've ever seen. If this cunt isn't prettier than Peggy's, then 111 eat your bike, man."
Nancy heard the boy suck in a deep breath. "Man ... that is what I call real eating pussy! I could tongue that hole all day long!"
Tommy laughed. "I practically do." Nancy felt his' finger sliding over her clitoris, and despite her shame, she shivered as the delicious tingle flooded her. "And not only do I do it, but she likes it, don't you, Mom?"
"Tommy '..." Nancy whispered, her voice shaking with terror at what he was forcing upon her. "Please ... don't! Don't do this! Don't make me do this! Don't make me any more ashamed than I already am! Please!"
"You know you like it, Mom," he teased, rubbing up and down her slit. 'You know how good it makes you feel when I do it to you. Don't pretend, Mom. You know it's better when you feel ashamed."
"But... but not this, darling!" she gasped as his finger entered her, "Ohhh, God... please, not this!"
Tommy ignored her pleas as he located the thin strings at her hips. He gave a slight tug, and the bows parted. Her misty panties fell to the floor. He held her skirt high, letting the boy see his absolute control over her, her nakedness, her shame. She could not stop the flush on her face, nor the trembling of her body. She could not stop this helpless feeling, no matter what he wanted of her. Having this strange boy she had never seen before gaze upon her as Tommy felt between her thighs suddenly created a wild abandonment within her mind, and her stomach quivered as the lips of her pussy swelled and became thoroughly moist. She didn't want this to happen, didn't want to react this way, but she was unable to deny the overpowering pleasure she felt at her shame.
It was making her excited, sexually excited, even though she stood and cried silently, eyes closed.
"Do I get to fuck her, too?" Nancy heard the boy's bold voice.
"Sure," she heard her son reply. "Mom likes a big dick. Maybe she'll like two cocks better than one." Nancy's mind screamed against this violation of her body and mind, but she held her voice. She wasn't sure she could make herself speak anyway, unsure of what she would say. She didn't want anything to do with this boy, this boy she had never seen before; she wanted nothing at all to do with what Tommy seemed bent on doing with her. Yet she knew that her body was again turning against her, as it always did. Her body wanted what they were talking about, but her brain rebelled. But, as before, her mind had no control over her body, not when she flared into mindless passion.
When Tommy took her hand, Nancy became passive. She was docile as he pulled her from the kitchen and into the living room. She stood in silence, tears still streaming down her smooth face as he peeled her blouse away. Nancy's eyes were open now, and she saw Mike's eyes widen at the flawless perfection of her breasts. As Tommy began to work at her miniskirt, Nancy was reminded of a book she had read a long time ago, a book about the people called Borgia. It was a story of incest, the type of incest she was involved in herself. The Borgia family were the most perverted bunch she had ever heard of. She remembered the Borgias were a ruling family of some country, but was unable to remember which.
As her skirt fell from her hips, she thought of another book she had read, and not so long ago. It was the story of a girl who was forced into being a sexual slave, made to wear a ring that told men of the inner circle she was available to them, available for whatever they wanted of her. She felt a kinship to that girl now, felt herself being manipulated against her will just as that girl had been, and just like the girl, Nancy was unable to resist.
Naked now, Nancy stood in the center of the floor, her hands folded demurely before her, eyes cast shyly down at the carpet. The two boys walked all around her, both of them touching and probing at her breasts, her buttocks, her thighs and even at the triangled shadow. She shivered with combined horror and anticipation of what was to come, and realized she wanted it. She knew she would accept, willingly, anything her son and this strange boy did with her, to her, and she knew she would participate energetically and, yes, eagerly.
"You gonna fuck her first?" Mike asked, his penis stretching along the side of his jeans.
Tommy laughed. "Why not?" Then he thought a moment. "Naw ... you go first, Mike. I get all-1 want anyway. I can wait."
From beneath her lowered lashes, Nancy watched the boy strip his clothing free quickly. As his pants dropped, she was unable to stop herself from comparing his genitals to those of her son. She felt proud that Mike's organ and testicles were no match for Tommy's. Mike's rod was long, but skinny. The largest part of it was the head, and that seemed bulbous. She had never seen a male organ quite like it before, and it fascinated her.
Mike stepped close and touched her breasts, the tip of his organ smearing warm, slippery juices along her upper thighs. When Tommy demanded that she wrap her fingers about Mike's hardness and jerk it, she did so silently. The touch of a different penis sent a delicious wave flowing through her body, and her buttocks contracted with a bubbling heat of lust. Her face was still burning with her shame, but her hand on the pulsating organ moved faster as the boy's hand tugged at the fluffy black hair between her thighs.
"Lie down and open your legs, Mom," Tommy said, stripping his own clothing from his muscular body. Like his friend, he had a hard-on.
Nancy dropped to the carpet, sprawled backwards, and opened her thighs wide, holding one hand over her face. Peering from between her fingers, she watched Mike move between her legs, pressing the unusual tip of his organ against the lips of her twat. She moaned softly, and her hips moved upwards of their own accord to meet him.
"Man, is she ever hot!" Mike growled through clenched teeth.
"Didn't I tell you she was?" Tommy boasted. 'You won't find a better piece of ass anywhere! She's a real fucking machine, my Mom is."
Nancy felt the swollen tip of the boy's hardness thrust deeply into her clutching snatch, and she covered her eyes shamefully with one arm. But even though she felt this shame, her hips began to rotate and bounce even as she felt the heat on her.cheeks. He's doing it to me, her mind raced hotly. This hoy is screwing me! He has his cock all the way inside me ... and Tommy is watching it! Ooohhhhh ... he's watching this boy do it to me ... watching his friend screw me! I can't help it ... can't help the way I feel! I love it! Ohhh, God, how I love it!
Keeping her arm over her face shyly, Nancy ran her other hand down the boy's back, feeling the straining muscles there as he placed his full weight atop her, smashing her upstanding breasts flat. She clutched at his buttocks as he plunged up and down, her fingers clawing at a cheek, her hips dancing lewdly below his driving pelvis.
Peeking from the crook of her arm, she saw her son sitting on his heels, eyes wide as he watched with open enjoyment. His hardness was standing almost straight toward the ceiling, and he was stroking his fist slowly up and down, his other hand holding his hairy testicles.
"Ooohhhh ... Ooohhhh," Nancy whimpered, throwing her hips hard against the pounding of her crotch. "Aahhhk, yes! Yes! Oooooo ..; God, it's good! It's so good! More . .. more! Faster .. . oh. God, please ... faster! Fuck me faster!"
The boy atop her snickered into her ear, but increased his driving speed.
* "Fuck me!" Nancy screamed insanely, her hips tossing up and down like a whirlwind of out-of-control passion. She knew what she was saying, yet it seemed to be another person who screamed the words. "Fuck*me ... fuck me ... fuck me! Ooohhhhh ... fuck that hot cunt of mine! Rip my pussy ... tear my twat! Ooooo, make me come! Goddamn you, make me come! Ooohhh, please .. .please, make me come!" "Christ!" Mike snorted.
"Fuck him, Mom!" Tommy shouted in excitement. "Screw the piss out of him! Wiggle your naked ass ... bounce that pretty ass!"
Nancy listened to the words of her son, knowing they caused her to do a frantic dance with her hips. The moist slapping sound of the boy's testicles against her upturned, gyrating buttocks simply added to the roaring blaze of her maddening passion.
"I'm coming!" she squealed suddenly, her hps tight. "I can't stop it now! I'm coming! Ohhhh ... come with me! Let me feel your cock spurt into my twat! Come in me ... come in me ..-. come in me!"
The spasms of ecstasy gripped Nancy's body, and she shouted loudly as her vagina clutched the bulbous head of the boy's deeply penetrating prick. She felt it jerk and begin its ejaculation within the steamy depths of her burning body. The orgasm was extremely strong, and she felt her mind whirl dizzily, afraid she would faint from the exquisite sensations. Somehow, she retained her weak thread of consciousness, clawing at the boy's heaving bottom with sharp nails, gouging red welts.
For just a moment, Nancy felt everything go black. She could hear, but she could not see very well. When she was finally able to focus her eyes, the boy was sitting back on his heels, panting harshly, his cock now shrunk, shrunk so small it was almost nothing, gleaming wetly. She was still pulsating between her thighs, the hips quivering, and her angry pink clitoris felt nervy and raw.
And Nancy realized she wanted more.
"Ohhh, Tommy, darling, darling! Fuck me, Tommy," she said in a thick voice, looking at her son who stiU sat where he was, toying with his hardness. "Please, dariing, stick your prick in me and fuck me!"
"Jeez!" Mike muttered, amazed by the intensity of passion Nancy showed without embarrassment now. "I've never seen a woman want- a fucking so much in my damn life!"
"I told you, didn't I?" Tommy laughed, almost triumphantly. "I've got the best piece of ass in the world- my mother's snatch!"
She was rolhng about on the carpet, both hands cupping and squeezing brutally at her swollen breasts. Tommy moved toward her, caught her hips as she rolled. He lifted her left thigh wide as she lay on her side. Behind her, he probed at her throbbing snatch with his hardness. Nancy reached down quickly and grasped his hard-on, puHing it in between her thighs. Tommy made a lunge and he entered her easily enough. Holding her left thigh high in the air, he began to thrust back and forth. Nancy squealed with pleasure and hunched back to meet him, knowing she was exposed lewdly in this position and not caring. She enjoyed it, thrilled to be placed in this aH-revealing position.
Mike moved over close and knelt before her, leaning down so he could watch as Tommys hard-on thrust back and forth into the black-haired split. He could see the manner in which Nancy wiggled her hips, see her straining clitoris when it was exposed by Tommy's cock as he split the opening wide. Nancy was aware of the boy there, aware of his intense gaze, and it created perverse pleasure in her already burning brain. She saw, too, his still-gleaming cock. It was once more in a half-hard condition,.and her hand reached for it. She wasn't fully cognizant of what she was doing, only that her passions were demanding that she hold that thing in her hand as her son probed and plunged from behind her.
"Suck it, Mom!" Tommy grunted hoarsely. "Put it in your mouth and suck on it!"
Nancy felt Tommy reach down and begin to twist and pull at her inflamed clitoris, and she glanced down her body at her widely exposed crotch. She couldn't see his penis working into her from behind, but she certainly felt it. Pulling the half-hard organ of Mike toward her face, she opened her mouth and snaked her tongue out, running it along the slippery shaft, tasting the unusual mixture of moisture clinging to it.
"Yes, yes!" she moaned in passion. "I will! I'll suck his cock! Ooohhh, I want to suck his prick! Fuck me, Tommy ... fuck me hard! I'll suck his cock! I'll suck every goddamn friend's cock you have, if you'll just keep on fucking me! I'll eat every cock you bring home! Ohhhhh ..." and Nancy's voice trailed off as her mouth became stuffed with hard, hot maleness.
Nancy, still working her naked bottom in a matching rhythm with Tommy's penis, sucked furiously at the boy's prick, tonguing it into full hardness with lips and tongue. Ohhhh, two of them! Two wonderful hard-ons in me at the same time! One in my pussy ... one in my . cocksucking mouth! Ohhh ... so wonderful! I love it ... two cocks working at me at the same time! Oh, God, Til die ... die with pleasure! When I come, I'll die!
She whimpered and moaned like a lost soul on a sea of rampant, deviant passion, her senses screaming for more and more. Every nerve of her body was alive, tingling so much she could hardly bear it. Her hips jerked in spastic motion as Tommy plunged furiously into her, her mouth and tongue attempting to devour the whole of the unusually shaped prick inside her mouth.
"Come off in her mouth!" Tommy grunted thickly. "She likes it that way, Mike! Come in her cocksucking mouth ... shoot off down her throat!"
"Man ... man! Will I ever!" Nancy heard the excited reply.
Her nerves suddenly shattered as the strongest climax she had ever felt in her entire life coursed from the tips of her curled toes to the top of her whirling head. Her breasts swelled until she thought they would burst, and she squeezed one of them tightly as she sucked in a frenzy on the large head of the boy's hardness. Suddenly she felt as if she had been shattered like a dehcate piece of rare china. Every fiber of her tingling body went into spastic shudders as she exploded into her powerful orgasm. "Uuunnggghhh!" she groaned around the head of Mike's cock. Her tongue tapped at the small dripping hole there, and a warm gush of semen washed over her tongue and filled her mouth. Nancy swallowed in swift gulps as the boy discharged into her eager mouth. She was so excited she hardly felt the stream of semen that was spewing into her from her son's jerking prick.
She gurgled noisily, gulped and swallowed, and it seemed to her half-mad mind that the cock of Mike would never cease that heavy but ever-so-dehghtful flowing. With semen gushing into her body at both ends, Nancy soared into mind-shattering ecstasy.
IX How long she had lain there on the floor, naked and lewd, half-unconscious, she didn't know.
When she opened her eyes, Tommy and his friend were sipping beer from frosty bottles. Slowly, she sat up, carefully closing her long legs and crossing her arms over her naked breasts. For just a fleeting moment, her eyes flashed with shame, but then a quick smile spread over her full, puffy lips.
"Welcome back to the living, Mom," Tommy said, grinning. "That must have been one hell of a come for you.
Nancy shivered with remembrance, and dropped her arms from her breasts, deciding the damage had been done and she no longer had anything to conceal from this boy Mike, or even from herself. It was all visible, including her sex-mad mind.
"That was a nasty trick to play on me, Tommy," , Nancy accused. "Not letting me know you had brought a boy home with your sneaking up on me that way and ... and feeling me up."
"Sure it was, but you liked it."
"I don't seem to have any decency, any dignity, left, do I?" She got to her feet, breasts jiggling prettily, and moved toward the couch across from them. "You've taken the last shred of pride away from me, Tommy."
"Aw, don't be bitter about it, Mom," Tommy said. "Look ... I'll go get you a beer. You'll feel better after this is over."
He pulled a beer from the small refrigerator behind the bar. Nancy watched his penis swing to and fro as he brought it to her. She accepted the cold bottle and sat down on the couch. Then she remembered his words. "Tommy, what do you mean, after this is over? How much farther down this shameful path are you taking me?"
"All the way, Mom," he replied. "We're going to have a trip like none you've ever dreamed of taking."
She looked at him as she sipped from the bottle. She wasn't at all sure she wanted to know what he intended doing with her, yet there was that familiar tingHng deep inside her body. As much as she had indulged in sexual relations all her life, she had never taken on two boys at the same time. Thinking of what she had just done, the perversity of it, the wickedness of it, Nancy was hardly surprised to find she liked it. But, she pondered, gazing at the two boys sitting close by, they're just kids ... teenagers. If they were men, grown men, and Tommy wasn't my son, would I enjoy it any more? Maybe because Tommy is my son that makes it so good for me ... this exquisite, wicked sort of pleasure. I don't know, but whatever it is, I like it! No, that's wrong-I love it!
As her thoughts ran through her mind, she shoved her bottom to the edge of the couch cushions, her knees parting wide, thrilling to her wanton exhibitionism. A thought occurred to her, and she looked at Mike.
"Mike," she said slowly, softly, "Have you ever ... I mean, have you ever wanted to ... well, would you like to ..." She faltered, not knowing how to ask such a delicate question.
Both boys looked at her, their eyes gazing unashamedly between her wide knees. Slowly, Nancy reached down with the bottle of beer and rubbed the cold neck along her hair-rimmed split, pressing it at her sensitive clitoris. The gesture was sheer eroticism.
"Have I what, Mrs. Wheeler?" Mike asked.
"Mrs. Wheeler?" She arched her eyebrows at him. "My, how polite ... and after I've just sucked that thing off, too. Don't you think we know each other well enough for you to call me Nancy, or at least something like bitch, whore, cunt, asshole ... whatever?"
"Aw, Mom," Tommy said, "Don't be that way. Come on, you know you liked that."
Nancy flashed her eyes at him, working the mouth of the bottle between the hips of her hairy split unashamedly. "But, Tommy ... I thought you wanted me to be nasty and vulgar and a hot-ass for you and your friends?"
Tommy looked at her, his expression sullen. "I ... oh, shit!"
"See," Nancy laughed tauntingly. "Well, shit on you, too! You started this shit, darling. I see no reason why I can't be the same as you. You're the one who brought this boy home with you. You're the one who told me to fuck him ... told me to suck his cock off. It wasn't my idea, Tommy."
"But, Mom, I-" "As you said it, shit!" she snapped, working the neck of the bottle up and down the spht of her pussy, from the warm crack of her creamy buttocks to her cHtoris. "You're the one who turned me into a filthy cunt who can't get enough hard cock! And I mean up my snatch and in my mouth! You're the one who made me suck a cock first, remember?"
"Aw, no!" he said, almost pleading. "That was your idea ... I was asleep when you did that."
"Just the same, you turned me on," she accused, but not bitterly. "I can't help the way I get, with you."
Tommy glanced almost sheepishly at Mike, who was sitting with a wide grin on his face. "I didn't know all that," Mike said. "Did she really give you a blow job when you were sleeping, buddy?"
Tommy nodded his head. "But she wanted to do it," he said quickly, "that part of it was her idea, not mine."
"Don't try to place the blame on me, darling," Nancy said. "You wanted me to become this way. It was all your idea. Look at me, Tommy!" she said sharply as his eyes dropped. "Look at what I'm doing ... I'm fucking myself with this bottle. You like to see me do things like this. Maybe your friend does, too. Or haven't you told him how you've forced me to be your little playmate, make me do things like kiss your asshole!"
Mike snickered as Tommy blushed deeply.
"Oh, that isn't all of it, Mike," Nancy went on, taking pleasure in being in control for the first time, wanting to show Tommy up for what he was, "Hasn't my son told you how he makes me wait on him almost naked? He loves to see my breasts bouncing around, my naked ass flashing under a short skirt. He even makes me go around naked at the pool. Oh, Tommy's a card-carrying degenerate, he is!"
"Aw, Mom," Tommy stammered.
"Don't you Aw, Mom, me!" she snapped. 'You didn't know I would learn to like it, did you? Well, how does it feel to have a mother who is just as hot-assed as you are, you little turd? How do you like it, huh? Me showing it off to your friends? Or are you jealous because I enjoyed what I did with him. Is that it, Tommy, are you jealous of your own mother? Well, that's nice ... I like it Maybe you're jealous of this bottle, too, this bottle that I'm rubbing my twat with, huh?"
"Come on, Mom... don't talk that way."
"Bullshit!" she snorted. "I can be just as nasty as you, darling. More so, probably. I've got a very vivid imagination, baby. I think about hard cocks all the time, and it used to be that thing of yours, but now it's going to be Mike's. How about that, darling Tommy?" "Mom-" "No, Tommy. No more of your crap. From now, I'm the one in charge of this little game you've introduced me to. I will no longer be your slave, waiting like a simpering virgin for your every whim. I don't feel the need of your nastiness anymore. I'm going to be me from now on, and you can watch how wanton a mother you've really got."
She saw the defeat in his eyes and for a moment she felt pity for him. Yet she could never hate her son. He was hers, of her flesh and blood, and she loved him dearly, despite the things he had forced upon her. She knew, too, that it didn't matter what he did, or would ever do, she would always love him, and more than any mother could ever love her own son.
Pulling the bottle from between her spread thighs, she stood up, setting the bottle pn the low table at the end of the couch. "I'm going to shower, Tommy, I've got come dripping from almost every hole I've got. I want to clean myself up, but I also want you to be here when I come back down those stairs. I want you and this ... this," she glanced haughtily at Mike, "friend of yours to be just the way you are now, naked, with those two things up and ready for me. You wanted me to become a wanton, and I shall. I will be the hottest cunt you'll ever get your hands on!"
She turned and started toward the stairs, but Mike's voice stopped her.
"Uh, Mrs. Wheeler ... uh, Nancy," he said, somewhat uneasy after hearing her outburst.
"Yes, what is it, Mike?" she turned to face him.
"Uh ... you started to ask me something before."
Nancy frowned, then remembered. "Oh, yes, I was, wasn't I? Now, don't be bashful with me, you dear boy," she admonished. "After all, what more do I have to conceal from your hot little eyes, huh? Be honest with me. Tell me, have you ever wanted to fuck your own mother?"
For a moment the boy looked as if he had been slapped, then he grinned. "Christ, no! You haven't seen my mother. She's got an ass a mile wide ... a real slob! I don't see how my old man can stick it in her, either."
"It doesn't matter," Nancy said. "I just thought that if Tommy screwed me, you might have the same desire to stick it up your mother. I understand a lot of boys would like to screw their mothers. Oedipus complex, I think they call it. Well, it looks as if my son has realized his dream, doesn't it?"
She started up the stairs, wagging her naked buttocks tauntingly at them.
Under the spray of the shower, Nancy fumed inwardly. She didn't know why she should be so angry at Tommy. After all, she had gone into this of her own free will, hadn't she? Of course, it was Tommy who started it all in the first place, and she had discovered the fun of it. Okay, she thought, he wants me to be this way, I'll be this way! I'll be the most wanton woman he'll ever meet in his entire life. I'll be so sexy, so ftick-happy, he'll go out of his mind. Til show Tommy what sex is ... I'll drive him through the wringer ... make him dance to my tune from now on. Both of us have gone too far now to turn back. It's too late for us, so I might as well ride it. out ...see where it takes us, no matter to what depths of depravity it takes us, how perverse I become. I'll show Tommy just what a good mother I can be .,. a good fucking mother, that is. But from now on, I'll press the buttons, pull the strings! By God... I will!
Stepping from the shower, she toweled her sleek flesh until it glowed with healthy pinkness. She then brushed her tangled hair, pleased by her reflected appearance. She knew she was a beautiful woman, but she didn't take any egotistical pleasure in it. She accepted her beauty, that was all, just as she was accepting her son's incestuous desires as her own.
Leaving her room, she paused at the top of the stairs and looked down at the two boys. They were sitting in the same position she had left them. The only difference was that Mike had an enormous hard-on once again, but her son, she noticed, had a cock that hung pitifully between his thighs, limber as a wet noodle.
"Are you two ready for me?" she called down.
Both boys looked up. Nancy stood at the top of the stairs, legs wide apart, pelvis arched forward lewdly. "Do I look familiar, Tommy?" she asked. "Remember when I started to leave, and you begged me to stay with you? Well, here I am, still here with you, still naked and ready for some hard cock!"
Then, on an impulse, she straddled the railing and began to slide slowly down, her buttocks spreading and giving the boys an enticing view of her bottom, the hair-lined vaginal lips, and even her crinkled anus. At the bottom, she lifted herself from the railing and smiled as wickedly as she could at them.
"See anything you like?"
Tommy's organ had risen partially as he watched her slide, and now jerked slightly. This was a different mother, and Tommy wasn't at all sure he liked it. He was confused by losing his control over her, confused by her sudden lust, and he realized she was this way because he had gone too far with her by bringing Mike home and forcing her into having sex with the two of them.
Tommy had enjoyed the past few weeks, thrilled by the way his mother had danced to his tune. Although not basically a boy who wanted power over another person, he was, after all, like most males; he wanted to be the dominant personality in his relations with girls, which included his mother. He had not felt the things he made her do as being degrading, although he was very much aware that incest was a forbidden thing. After all, he had not harmed in any way that he could see. Besides, his mother would not have gone along with him if she didn't want to and feel the need to. Of that much he was certain.
Watching her now, seeing her blatant, unashamed display of her body, he was the one who felt shame. A mother, to Tommy, was something to be protected, respected, loved. And he did love her, still respected her, and he wanted to protect her as much as he could. But what she was doing now, right in front of Mike, made him almost disgusted with her.
Nancy had waggled her body to the center of the floor, and was now gyrating in a wild, hip-jerking, leg-twisting dance. Although there was no music, she was going through all the exciting contortions of a bottomless-topless dancer in some scroungy bar.
Tommy watched her twist and shake, knowing his friend was seeing, too. Nancy was dancing with the intent of arousing their young passions, and it was doing the job. Her breasts bobbed and jounced, her hips jerked and revolved, her legs moving in such a manner that her hair-framed cunt was exposed periodically, her bottom swaying sensuously, jiggling ever so slightly. Her raven hair flew about her lovely face, and she would smile at them with the wickedness of the devil's own playmate. Occasionally her moist tongue would flash at them in a teasing, suggestive manner, and her hands ran up and down her luscious body, caressing the hills and hollows blatantly. She danced as though possessed by some sex-crazed spirit, and it was her intent to be as lewd as she could.
With her back toward them, her dark eyes glittering over her shoulder, she rubbed and squeezed at her rotating buttocks, pulling at the cheeks to flash an alluring view of her anus, only to squeeze them together once more.
The dance had the appropriate effect on the young boys; both cocks were fully erect now, with huge, smooth heads that dripped. Her body gleaming nakedly, Nancy stopped her wild-dance before them, breathing hard from the unaccustomed exertions, her wide-spaced breasts heaving up and down. Her eyes gazed moistly at the two rigid organs before her, and she slowly sank to her knees, licking her lips.
Taking an organ in each hand, she stroked them with her tight fists, mewling softly in her throat. They're both so hard now, she thought, holding the two boys tightly. Hard with full, hairy nuts! I guess I showed him! I showed Tommy I could be as sexy as he could want me. And he likes it, too . ... he likes me this way! If he didn't, he wouldn't have this lovely hard-on. And Mike, Ohhh he loved me, too! God, I feel so wicked ... so excitingly wicked!
"Beautiful," she murmured softly, stroking both hard-ons gently but firmly in her hot, eager hands. "Such beautiful cocks! So young ... so very hard ... so hot! Oh, I love young, hard cocks!"
Leaning forward, Nancy brushed the sensitive nipples of her breasts over Mike's knees, ran her tongue into his dangling, hairy testicles, then sucked one into her mouth. Next, she moved her lace to Tommy, repeating her wet caress. "I'm going to suck the both of them!" she whispered with a throaty excitement. "I'm going to suck both cocks ... and I'm going to make the two of you come in my mouth!"
Wrapping her hips about the tip of Mike's hardness, she sucked up and down, shoving her clinging lips down the shaft as far as she could, then up again, creating hot suction with her smooth inner cheeks. She moved to her son, doing the same on his hardness. Dropping her hands from the base of each, she cradled both pairs of testicles in her hands and massaged them, tugging and rolling them as she moved her hungry mouth from one to the other, sucking firmly and avidly.
"Man . . ." Mike mumbled, watching Nancy's hips slurp at Tommy's organ, anxious for her to return to his own. "Your mother' is a better cocksucker even than Peggy!"
"Shut up!" Tommy snarled. "Just shut the fuck up!"
"Hey, what's eating you, Tom?" Mike asked, perplexed.
Nancy lifted her mouth and smiled lewdly at Tommy. "I would say I was eating him.
"Yeah, that's it ... you're eating him," Mike laughed. "Hey, buddy ... I thought you Hked a knob job? What are you so pissed about?"
"Shut your fucking mouth!" Tommy snapped.
"Hey, don't be so mean, darting," Nancy said, taunting her son. "Or are you jealous of your mother? Don't you like for me to suck your friend? Come on, baby ... you brought him home for this, didn't you?"
Tommy glared down at his mother, wanting to say something, but he couldn't formulate the words into any coherent order. He was seething inside, but his anger didn't interfere with the passion that was now coursing through his body.
"I think my baby is jealous, Mike," Nancy said. "He's decided he doesn't want to share his mother's ass with you, after all. Isn't that right, darling?"
Tommy remained silent.
Nancy leaned down and resumed her alternate sucking. The expression on Tommy's face was exactiy what she had hoped to see; he was disgusted by her behavior, and she wanted him to see that she could be as wicked, as sexual, as any girl he knew.
. She had hoped to be able to bring both boys to a gushing finish, making them ejaculate one after the other into her mouth, but the staying power of a teenage boy was something she had not considered. She sucked them for almost twenty minutes, and still they had not discharged as she wanted. Finally, her jaws and mouth became tired, and she sat back on her heels and regarded them, her head cocked to one side.
"What's wrong, boys?" she asked with amusement. "Can't I suck a cock as good as this little cunt you're talking about? Why can't you two come?"
Neither boy had an answer for her.
After a pause, she took Mike's hand and puHed him to the floor with her. "Want to stick it in me, Mike? Let old sour-puss sit there on his naked ass and watch. Here ... get on your back, Mike. I'H climb aboard and do it to you. Watch, Tommy ... watch how your mother loves fucking your friends."
Mike lay back on the floor, his penis standing straight up with that unusual head dripping clear fluids down the sides. Nancy straddled his hips, squatting above him. Using the fingers of one hand, she reached in between them and parted the hairy lips of her pussy. Taking the boy's hardness in her other hand, she slowly inserted it into her body.
"Ahhhh," she crooned softly as she settled down onto his thighs, his penis fully buried inside her. "Good! Aahhh ... you're so hard, Mike! New, you just He still and let me do it ... let me do all the work. I'll fuck you like you've never been fucked before!"
Placing her knees on the soft carpet, she leaned over the boy, bracing her body with her hands near his shoulders, her breasts dangling there. She looked into his gleaming eyes, grinned down at him, then shoved her tongue deep into his mouth. Slowly she started to bounce her hips up and down, riding him.
Tommy, still on the couch, watched his mother's spreading buttocks. From where he was sitting, he could see the spread nicely, see the way Mike's cock split the hairy orifice, and even the delicate pucker of her pink anus. A shudder of revulsion whipped through him. What in the hell have I done to her? he asked himself. What have I turned my mother into? She's practically insane ... insane with sex? Goddamn, I didn't want it to happen this way! But ... what did I want? Why did I tell Mike about her, about us ... why did I bring him here at all?
Nancy moved her crotch up and down the hotly throbbing poker of the teenaged boy, rotating her hips occasionally for variety, knowing her son had the full view of their connection. The inner muscles of her vagina sucked and nipped at the bulbous head, the outer ones squeezing and relaxing. Taking one hand, she moved it over her thigh to grasp behind her bottom for his testicles. Holding her crotch down tightly into his groin, she pressed his testicles into the warm split of her buttocks.
"Tommy, darling," she murmured, twisting her head to look at him. "Don't sit there that way. Come on and join the fun, baby. I'll suck your cock while I bounce on Mike's, okay? You look as if that thing is boiling to burst wide open. Come on, Tommy ... let me suck it for you!"
For a moment, Tommy was hesitant, looking at his mother with pain-filled eyes. Then he slowly knelt at her head. Nancy opened her mouth wide and gulped his organ deeply into it, but she found she couldn't coordinate her hips and mouth at the same time.
"You'll have to screw me in my mouth, baby," she whispered huskily to him. "I can't seem to suck and fuck at the same time right now. Fuck me ... fuck me in my mouth, Tommy."
Tommy hunched forward, placing one hand on the back of her head, and Nancy began to bob and sway her naked bottom up and down the rigid shaft below her crotch, with Tommy thrusting slowly in and out of her clasping lips. Nancy rolled her tongue about the creamy hardness as she gyrated her hips, and she felt the twin lengths probing at her from both ends of her body, her mind whirling with the exquisite sensations produced. She felt Mike's hands ghde down her hips, over her straining thighs, then- up to cup her spreading bottom. A new sensation was added, and she felt one of Mike's fingers drumming against her constricted anus.
It was such a new pleasure, an exciting one that she had not thought of. Nancy had no idea she could receive such a burning pleasure from the mere touch against her there. She felt a slight pressure at the crinkle of her anus, and then she squealed with surprise around her son's penis as the finger penetrated her bottom. She shuddered, then trembled as the sensation increased rapidly. A finger up my ass! her mind burned, her hips still now as she tried to assimilate the newness of it. Ohhh, my God! A cock in my snatch ... a cock in my mouth ... and a finger up my asshole! Up my goddamn asshole, of all places! Oooooo ... it's fantastic! Fabulous! Ohhh, heaven ... fucked in every hole I've got! Fucked in the cunt... fucked in the mouth ... and fmgerfucked up my ass! Oooo ... I'll never stop coming ... not. if they keep doing all this to me! Ohhh, please . .. more! I want more .. .so much more!
An insane thought flared up in Nancy's brain. Pulling her mouth from Tommy's throbbing organ, she looked up at him with glassy, smoke-filled eyes. Her voice was barely audible when she whispered thickly: "Tommy ... ohhh, darling Tommy! Do me ... do me up my ass! Oohhh, stick it up my asshole, baby!"
Tommy stared in bewilderment-at his mother's passion-contorted face, then her words untangled in his brain, "Do what?"
"In my ass, darling," she groaned. "I want you to fuck me in my goddamn asshole! Hurry ... shove that thing in me there ... do me in back! Ohhhhh ... I want you to do me up the ass! Please, baby ... baby ... fuck me in my asshole!
"In the, . . ass?" Tommy wasn't sure he heard her correctly. "Are you sure you want that, Mom?"
"God, yes!" she wailed. "I want it up my asshole!"
Mike was pulling at Nancy's buttocks, stretching them apart, drivipg his finger deeply. He grinned up at the almost crazed woman. "Go on, Tom! She wants to be cornholed! So cornhole her, goddamn it! Go on, buddy ... poke her in the ass!"
Tommy felt a sudden urge to punish his mother for becoming this way, to punish her for being what he didn't want her to be. A feeling of tenderness rippled through him, but it was fleeting, and he leaned down and kissed her sugary bottom. He felt her tremble under his hps, and for a moment he held his lips against her left buttock. Then, as swiftly as the tender feeling came, it fled, retreated against the onslaught of his desire to punish her for her behavior.
"All right!" he said harshly. "You want it up the ass, you're going to get it up the ass! Take your goddamn finger out of her ass, Mike!"
Gripping his mother's buttocks, he pulled the creamy cheeks as far apart as he could, shoving the swollen tip of his hardness against the pink crinkle. He rammed cruelly against her, and Nancy whimpered as a sharp pain stabbed through her.
"You wanted this, Mom!" Tommy shouted. "Don't start screaming now! By God ... you want me to stick it up your ass, then that's what I'm gonna do!"
It's going to hurt me, Nancy screamed silently, clenching her teeth and anus at the same time. He's so big and thick, so hard. Tommy will split me all the way to my belly button! Ohhhh, God! Can I do it. . . will I be able to take it this way? Can I? Yes ... yes! I will take it! Til take it all the way ... all the way to his balls! Relax ... relax, that's the way. I've got to relax my asshole .. .or he'll never get it up there.
Striving to relax the muscles there, Nancy felt her son probe powerfully, and there was a searing pain unlike any she had ever felt before. She stifled a scream of agony as the swollen tip of his penis split her bottom, and then he was in ... he was up her ass ... all the way up her asshole!
"Uh ... uh ... uh!" she grunted as Tommy began to thrust back and forth. Captured as she was between the two boys, she was unable to move, unable to wiggle so much as her thighs. She was held tightly between them, with a cock in her snatch and one up her bottom. All she could do was he there atop Mike's heavily breathing chest, eyes closed, bottom hp caught between her white teeth, tears of agony, mixed with the most intense pleasure she had ever felt, streaming down her smooth cheeks.
It feels like a battering ram! Ohhhh . . .his cock is so big, so huge in there! But it's ... it's wonderful, too! It feels like I'm losing my cherry all over again!
"Ohlihh ... ahhh ... Ohhhh!" she yelped over and over as both boys began to thrust in and out of her body at the same time. "Ohhhh, dear God! Fuck me! Ohhh ... fuck me hard! Both of you ... fuck my cunt, Mike! Fuck my asshole, Tommy! Oooooo ... I'll never stop coming ... not this way! Ahhhh ... sweet ... sweet! Fuck! Sweet cocks! Fuck me... fuck me ... fuck me!"
Nancy was buffeted between the muscled, naked bodies of the boys, pressed into a fleshly sandwich that made her shiver as the feverish heat streamed and bubbled through her veins, her mind inflamed at the very wantonness of what was happening to her. Every nerve in her beautiful, slender body was aflame, tingling and being seared in the most exquisite pleasure she had ever felt, knew existed. She squealed and mewled as they thrust time and again into her twin holes, and her tongue licked over her swollen lips as she felt the rumble of an explosive orgasm building within her. Her breasts seemed to swell painfully, as did the lips of her pussy. Her tiny clitoris seemed as huge as a building, and her anus clutched at the hardness back there.
Tommy could feel the hairy testicles of his friend beneath his own, brushing together as they both plunged in and out of Nancy. His hands clawed at her bottom as he watched the way her anus sucked on his shaft with each backward move, the flesh sinking inward as he plunged forcefully.
"I'm going to come!" he shouted. "Fm going to come right up your ass, Mom! Ohhh, yes I am!"
"Yes, yes, yes!" Nancy mewled in a thick voice. "Come up my ass, Tommy! Come in my hot fucking asshole! Mike ... oh, Mike, come in my snatch! Oh, God ... both of you come in me! Please ... hurry! I'm about to come, too!" Her naked body shuddered as the words flew from her mouth, a violent spasm gripping her, the tremors running through her so powerfully she felt as if she were coming apart. But it was good ... so good she screamed loudly as everything seemed to rip and tear her flesh at the same time.
Nancy was still in a daze when her son pulled from her body, and she felt him lift her hips from the flaccid-, ness of Mike. She sprawled on the floor, legs and arms wide, heaving and trembling. Her eyes remained closed, and she felt as though every bone and muscle of her nakedness had suddenly become liquid.
Nancy didn't want to move ... ever again.
X The following morning, Nancy felt as though her whole body was one huge, mass of aches and bruises. Her flesh, when she inspected it, was unmarked, but every place she touched seemed sore. Her anus felt as if it had been rammed by a telephone pole, stretched to the utmost hmits of its elasticity, and would never again be the same.
She stretched in her bed, yawning widely, her jaws cracking. Even stretching was painful to her. Her jaws had never cracked before, and right now they seemed almost dislocated, and she grimaced as remembrance of what she had done the day before came to her. After the boys had pulled the double job-at her insistence, of course-on her, she had continued to go after them, using her hands, mouth, and body. Although she had satiated Tommy and Mike, she had been unable to gratify that prowling beastlike hunger that fired her blood. She was amazed at the recuperative powers of her son and his friend, and it had required little effort on her part to bring them to full hardness after only a brief rest.
She wasn't at all certain, but she thought those boys had ejaculated a minimum of four times each, and her own orgasm had seemed infinite. She remembered fellat-ing the two of them once more after the double penetration of her body, and it required some time before she was able to bring their semen spewing forth. She didn't seem to have much recollection, however, of that fourth time. In fact, she couldn't remember if they had stabbed into her someplace or if she had used her mouth. -When she had almost crawled up the stairs to her bed her mind was almost a total blank, but she vaguely remembered it had been dark. That meant she had spent all afternoon and far into the night doing awful, terrible things with them.
Sitting up, she noticed a raw area on her right thigh, up close to the Mangled fuzz of her pubic area. Bending to look closely, she saw the faint indentation, of teeth-marks, and wondered which of the boys had become a cannibal during the session.
Walking slowly and painfully into her shower, Nancy luxuriated under the healing spray. Her mouth held a foul taste, and her teeth seemed gummy. There was a sour alcoholic odor, and she remembered that she had started drinking sometime during the festivities. She wasn't sure how much she had consumed, but she must have drunk enough to become quite intoxicated.
Toweling her flesh until it glowed pinkly, she pulled a robe over her shoulders, and without belting it, she went into the hallway. Moving toward Tommy's room, she noticed it was empty. The bed was smooth and unused. Frowning, she walked down the stairs, the robe flapping about her hips. On the patio, she paused in the warm sun, glancing at*-her wristwatch. It was close to noon all ready, and Tommy wasn't in the pool, either.
Returning to the house and her bathroom, she scrubbed her teeth until the gums began to bleed, then gargled a long time. Her damp hair swirled about her shoulders, and she decided to let it dry unbrushed. Glancing at her body in the mirror, she noticed another pair of teeth marks on her left breast, a clear circle about her nipple. Must have been one wild party, she thought grimly. Those two must have tried to eat me up-literally!
After straightening her room and making the bed, Nancy dressed in a pleated white miniskirt and yellow summer blouse. Her breasts seemed too tender to accept a bra, and she wasn't sure she would be able to even stand the blouse. Finding a pair of lacy bikini panties, she slipped them up her thighs and over her hips, then shoved her feet into a pair of slip-on sandals. Her hair was almost dry now, falling in a shimmering black cascade of soft waves over her creamy shoulders.
Something tugged at the back of her mind, but she couldn't remember what it was, or could be. Feeling nervous and restless, she went put the front door and wandered about the lush lawn, hardly noticing the bright flowers and shrubbery. She walked down the gravel drive to the highway, and stood there frowning. She wasn't concerned that Tommy wasn't home, not all that much, even though it was the first time he had stayed away overnight. What bothered her was that blank spot of last night, and the nagging that wouldn't come to the forefront of her mind.
A car sped past her, horn blowing wildly. Without looking up, Nancy waved, then started back toward the house. Getting her car keys, she went to the garage and backed the car, then headed it down the highway. She was not going to the small town nearby, but the one Tommy seemed to prefer a few miles further up the road. She had no definite destination, had no idea why she was driving, nor to that particular town.
There were not many people moving about when she parked the car and locked it. A few men looked at her with speculative eyes, and she tried to remember if her husband had had patients here, but her mind was a mass of incoherent, jumbled thoughts. At least she wasn't known here.
For a while she strolled about, looking in shop windows, walking lazily as she tried to get her thoughts into some semblance of order. Visions of the night before kept floating vividly into her mind. Try as she did, that nagging suspicion continued to elude her efforts to remember. She suspected it was something she didn't want to remember, not really, but still it bothered her.
The sun grew hotter, and she was soon quite thirsty.
Nancy did something she had never done in her fife.
She entered'a bar.
The cool interior was refreshing as she climbed onto a stool at the bar, leaning her elbows on the surface. A man stood before her, his expression questioning.
"What will you have, ma'am?" he asked, his voice pleasant.
"What? Oh, I'm sorry," she said, startled. Her thoughts had been so deep she had not been fully aware of entering the bar, or of the man. "Oh ... Give me a ..." She* peered at the row of bottles behind the man. "Uh, a whiskey sour?" .
"Sure thing," the man said, going to work. "Hot day, isn't it?"
"Yes, itls," she replied, almost absently. The man placed the glass before her, and Nancy sipped it, wrinkling her nose delicately. "Too sweet?" the man asked.
"Uh, no ... just right." Actually, Nancy had never had a whiskey sour before. The name had simply popped from her subconscious. She was not at all used to alcohol, but drinking the liquid warmed her blood and seemed to help clear her mind.
Now, for the first time, she looked about the bar. There were other customers. She looked at the bartender, noticing he wasn't such a bad-looking man, even though his stomach did protrude somewhat over his belt. There was a day's stubble of beard on his jowls, but all in all he was presentable enough.
"I've never seen you in here before, Miss," the man said, leaning his elbows on the bar in front of Nancy. "Live in town?"
"Uh, no," she replied, draining the glass and holding it out to him for a refill. "That is a good drink."
"Yes, isn't it? I don't get many customers this time of day," the man said, mixing the drink. "Especially women."
He set it before her. "Name's Harry," he said, smiling. She gazed at him vacantly. "Is something wrong, Miss?" "Uh, no ... no."
Quickly, Nancy drained the glass in one single swallow. "Hey! That's some fast drinking, ma'am. Better go easy on that stuff. It can be dynamite."
"May I have another, please?"
"Okay by me," he said, refilling the glass. "As long as you can pay for it."
"Oh ..." she murmured, remembering she had come off without her purse. When the man sat the fresh drink before her, she stared at it, not touching it. Then, in a bewildered voice, she said: "I ... I've forgotten my money."
The man looked at her, his eyes narrowing. Nancy squirmed her bottom on the stool; feeling a dull ache between the cheeks. She became flustered as the man continued to gaze at her, and the more nervous she became, the more she twisted and writhed on the stool.
'You telling me you can't pay?" the man asked after a long, uncomfortable pause.
Biting into her bottom lip, Nancy nodded her head, looking down at the glass. "But ... if you'll let me bring it later, I will?"
The man pulled the glass away, and Nancy lifted her hand, starting to reach for it, then dropped it to the bar.
The bartender noticed the movement, saw the tremors of her fingers, and misunderstood their meaning. A sly grin spread over his face, his eyes no longer friendly, but gleaming now. .
"You've got it bad, huh? Okay, I'll make a deal with you, Miss."
"What..."
"You're one fine-looking woman," he said, eying the straining front of her thin blouse. "I'll trade you drinks for..." He let his voice trail off suggestively.
Nancy was insulted. "You bastard!" she snapped, brown eyes flashing with anger. "What do you think I am, a ... a whore?"
"No, I didn't say that," the man grinned at her. "You want a drink... I want a piece of ass. Simple, isn't it?"
'You'd let me-" "That's right, lady. I'll let you guzzle all the drinks you want... for a piece of your ass."
Shame flooded her face, the flush spreading from her breasts furiously. But she did want that drink, wanted plenty of drinks. She couldn't understand why, but she wanted to keep right on drinking. And why the hell not? she asked herself. Tommy has made me a whore as it is, hasn't he? Why not trade a piece of my butt for a few drinks? He's not all that bad looking .. . and it might be fun at that.
Nancy impulsively grinned back at the man. "You've got yourself a deal, Mister," she said. "I drink ... you fuck. Right?"
"Now you're talking, lady!"
She looked about. "Where can we do it?"
"Come on behind the bar." ; Slipping from the stool, Nancy noticed that her legs seemed almost like rubber, and just from two drinks.
Moving behind the bar, she stood facing the man, waiting. He motioned to her glass. "Drink that one first."
She picked it up and gulped it down, enjoying the burning sensation as it ran down her throat. As she swallowed, the man reached out and lifted her skirt, bunching it around her waist as his other hand slipped between her thighs. Nancy began to tremble, and she felt her passion suddenly flare up. His hands moved over her.hips and cupped her buttocks, testing the spongy firmness.
Nancy set the empty glass down. "Please, don't do it to me back there-I'm awfully sore right now."
"In your ass?" the man snorted. "Lady, there's men who would rather have blow jobs, and there are some who go in for the back door stuff, but me, I'm strictly a front door man. That other stuff is queer. Here ... lean over the bar."
She turned and pressed her breasts to the bar, leaning as far over it as she could. She felt the man running his hands over her bottom, shoving her skirt up. Then he was tugging at her panties, drawing them down her slender thighs, until they turned inside out at her knees. She could hear his increased breathing as he fondled the smooth, sugary flesh of her buttocks. Spreading her legs, Nancy arched her bottom outward, her back curved. She placed her head on the bar in the crook of an elbow, facing the tinted windows, thankfully noticing they were painted over almost to the top and no one could see inside. What she would do if a customer stepped through those doors, Nancy had not given any thought.
"I don't remember ever seeing a prettier ass, lady," the man grunted in a thick voice, - probing between her thighs with his throbbing hardness. "You just wiggle it in here anytime you want and we've got ourselves the same deal."
She felt his steel hardness slip almost effortlessly into her warm, velvety vagina, and a groan, slipped from her tight lips. The man was holding her hips with his hands, fingers digging harshly into her flesh, his pelvis banging against her bottom powerfully and brutally.
How much farther can I go? she thought as the man lunged to and fro. Is there no limit to my depravity? Letting this man do it to me, and for wJiat? Whiskey! Oh, dear God ... why? Tm not a drunk, and I don't believe Tm a nymphomaniac. At hast I don't want this man doing it to me. Why ...it doesn't even feel good ...do anything for me. It isn't like Tommy, or even Mike. There's hardly any feeling at all down there, just that stretching, stuffy fullness ... nothing more, nothing less..'.
The man was puffing and gasping behind her, thrusting into her like a bull. She was surprised at how detached she was from all this. She could feel his hardness inside her, feel each groove and ridge, the pulsating of him, but there was hardly any other sensation at all. It was as if her genitals had suddenly become anesthetized against any feeling whatsoever.
"Aren't you about finished?" she said in a soft voice.
"Almost," he grunted.
She felt him jerking inside her body, then she was aware of his spewing semen, and it reminded her of a hose, of all things, being turned off and quickly turned on again. As the man finished and pulled free of her, she stood upright, feeling the warm; stickiness of his discharge dripping down her inner thighs. "Where's the bathroom?" she asked, her voice dull.
He pointed a finger as he stuffed his wrinkled organ into his pants.
Nancy entered the bathroom, stripping her panties off and spreading her legs wide. She splashed cold water against her genitals, cleansing herself of his ejaculation. Then she pulled her panties back on,.and returned to the bar to find a fresh drink awaiting her.
"There you are, lady... just like I said."
She stood at the bar, gulping the fiery drink down. The man mixed a fourth, and watched with a grin as she sipped on this one. "You know, you're a sweet knockout, but you're about the deadest danvmfuck I've ever had."
"What?" she asked.
"You didn't move your butt once," he snorted. "I could just as easily have stuck it in some knothole and had as much fun."
Nancy grinned at him, very sweetly. 'Tour drinks are flat, too." But to herself, she said: You think I'm a dead piece, you bastard? You don't know a good one when it bites you. She felt the fog of a dizzy warmth fill her body. I'm a good piece, buddy boy, and I'm a good mouth-fucker, too. And a ... yes, I'm a good fuck up the ass, too! Just ask my son, .you sorry son of a bitch!
She slapped the empty glass on the bar, then whirled and almost ran from the place.
XI Driving home, she felt hot tears of humiliation stream from her eyes.
She didn't know why she had allowed that strange man to use her body in such a public place for drinks she didn't even want. She was fuzzy in her mind, and her eyes didn't want to focus properly. The car wouldn't stay straight on the highway, wanted to wander from side to side, and it seemed to require a terrific effort to keep it corrected. Once, she almost side-swiped an oncoming car, and she scooted to her lane fast, a muffled scream coming from her mouth. She heard the angry blast of the horn as the car whizzed by.
"Fuck you, too," she muttered thickly, gripping the wheel so tightiy her knuckles were white. "Fuck all you sons of bitchesl Fuck the goddamn world! Fuck 'em all but save six for ball bearers!" She giggled foolishly. Good God, Nancy Wheeler, she thought. Talking to yourself now! There isn't any doubt about it, you're crazy! Aloud, she muttered, "Queer, am I? What does that rotten, limp-dicked bastard know about being queer! So taking it up the ass or sucking on it makes me queer, does it? Well, for your big-gutted information, you .dull-witted illiterate, queer means ... unusual. And that's all it means!"
She giggled again, hiccupping slightly and somewhat daintily. Oh, shut up, you filthy bitch! she told herself. Stop talking to yourself like that or you'll really flip out of your damned gourd! If you want to screw yourself into the grave, whose business is it, anyway-besides mine and Tommy's?
She steered the car with drunken concentration onto die gravel drive of her home, pulling to a stop with a lurch near the front steps. It seemed like a long, tiresome climb up to the porch, but she made it. Seeing the porch swing through fuzzy vision, she'giggled again. "Fuck me on the swing, darling boy," she sang off-key softly. "Swing me and dick me and roll me over in the clover and do it again! Wheeeee! There was a young girl from Vail, who had some pussy for sale ... Whooops!" She staggered against the door.
"Tommy!" she called, entering the door, bouncing from one side of it to .the other. "Tommy, lover! I'm ~ home ... where are you, you horny little motherfucker? I'm home, goddamn it-.-.. all hot and ready for some of that sweet hard cock! Baby ... oh, loverboy! Mother's home with her hot hungry cunt!"
She staggered into the living room, peering about blurrily, seeing the emptiness greet her. "Goddamn little bastard," she snarled. "Never around when I want some hard prick! Tooommmeeeee! Mother's home, damn it! Come'and get it! Hot ass for sale! Mother's asshole is steeaaammmiinngggggg! Come and get it while it's hot, darling!"
She stumbled as she found the couch, falling down onto it, her miniskirt riding into her lap. Giggling drunk-enly, she looked down at her exposed panties. "Oh, you hot little box you! Can't get enough cock, can you? Tommy! You better come here and feed this pussy cat of mine. Come and get it, darling. Red hot cunt for sale! Get your hot pussy here! Come folks, step right up and the lady will do you right! The lady is hot and waiting for the next gang-bang! Line forms between my legs!"
Nancy slumped on the couch, her legs thrown wide, with her right hand cupping her crotch as she giggled softly. She heard a muffled sound that seemed to come from the kitchen, or at least in that direction. In her alcoholic fuzziness, she wasn't sure where it came from. She struggled up on her rubbery legs and walked, weav-ingly, to the doorway, then into the kitchen. Nancy became almost sober.
There, sitting on a stool, was Tommy. His pants were down around his knees and he was holding his shirt up around his chest. On her knees before him was the cute little girl Nancy had so angrily thrown out of her home that day. And, just as it had been that day, the girl's mouth was stuffed with well over half of Tommy's hardness. She was gobbling at his dick greedily, hungrily, moaning and whimpering with a soft, purring sound as if his cock was the most delicious thing in the world.
"So," Nancy said, her face twisted in anger. 'You couldn't wait for me, could you? You just had to poke that thing into something, didn't you?"
"Hi, Mom," Tommy said, waving his hand in greeting, not at all surprised. "Glad you're home ... we've been waiting for you."
The remark was lost on Nancy as she stared wide-eyed as the young girl devoured Tommy's thick hardness with her puffy hps. Although she had felt anger, Nancy also felt the sudden swell of her genitals inside her panties, felt the moisture start to seep, her breasts almost painfully swollen behind the thin blouse, nipples suddenly erect. She was startled to find herself becoming extremely aroused by the sight before her. Now why didn't I get hot with that bartender? she thought, moving closer to Tommy and the girl. Why does this affect me ... seeing this girl using her mouth on Tommy? Why does Tommy turn me on like this and not someone else?
She stopped at Tommy's side, peering down at the young girl as she sucked back and forth, her hps stretching and gliding smoothly. The girl peered up at Nancy with wide, smoldering eyes, but she didn't pull her mouth from Tommy's long, hard organ. Instead, as she held the swollen tip in her mouth, her eyes seemed to flash with a burning passion, and a soft mewl bubbled from her. Finally, the girl sucked her hps up and away from the dripping head.
"Hello, Mrs. Wheeler,"' the girl said, her voice quivering somewhat.
Nancy's anger had evaporated, and she felt a strange kinship with this sweet-faced girl. Why, she's sweet, Nancy thought, looking into the hot eyes. Such a sweet, innocent-looking face. Such a bright, friendly smile. She doesn't look at all like a girl who would take it in her mouth ... but then ... what should a girl look like who takes it in her mouth?
"Hello," Nancy said, and suddenly smiled down at the girl.
"I'm Peggy." The girl grinned wider when she saw Nancy's smile. She lifted her hand and wrapped her fingers about Tommy's bulging hardness, stroking up and down it unashamedly. "Remember me?"
"Yes, of course," Nancy replied.
"You ... you won't run me away again, will you, Mrs. Wheeler?"
Peggy looked pleadingly up at Nancy, her eyes misty, wistful. Peggy had a strange effect on Nancy, an effect that made her breasts swell even more as she gazed at the sweet face, seeing the straight back and the delicately, sweetly curved buttocks that arched from the short skirt. This is crazy, really weird! Nancy thought. We're acting as if nothing were going on except tea! God, am I dreaming? A mother just does not walk in and find a girl sucking on her son, then pretend it's nothing but a social visit, for Christ's sake! Are we all out of our minds? And ... why does this girl attract me so?
What is it about her that is so appealing? So sweet, lovely ... and alluring...
Nancy heard herself saying in a soft voice: "No ... I'm not going to run you away again, Peggy."
"Oh, goody!" Peggy squealed happily, her hand squeezing hard on Tommy's hardness,, /Tommy said you wouldn't, but I didn't believe him. You were so mad at me before and ..."
"Yes, I was," Nancy said, and placed her hand on the smooth young cheek of the girl, a gesture of tenderness she didn't, couldn't understand. "But not any more. How old are you, Peggy?"
"Fifteen," Peggy smiled, impishly. "Fifteen! And doing... that?" - "Oh, yes!" Peggy replied, her eyes glowing brightly, the sweet smile still on her face as her fingers glided up and down the smooth shaft, a thumb brushing at the oozing moisture on the tip. "I love doing it!"
"But," Nancy asked, sliding her hand over the silken hair of the girl, "what about your reputation, Peggy? Aren't you concerned about that?"
"Oh, I don't mind doing this, Mrs. Wheeler," Peggy grinned mischievously. "I don't care about any old reputation, anyway. All the guys call me Cocksucker Peggy." The girl said it as if she were proud of the name.
"But what about your folks, your parents?"
"She stays with her grandmother, Mom," Tommy interjected before Peggy could answer.
"Well, what would she say, if she knew?"
"Aw, she's too old," Peggy said. "Gramma don't care what I do as long as I don't cause her any trouble."
"I told you Peggy would come over, Mom," Tommy said.
"You told me that? When?" Nancy looked at her son, perplexed.
"Last night... don't you remember?"
Nancy shook her head, not remembering at all.
"I told you Peggy would come over and eat you," Tommy grinned. "Boy, you must have really put a load on if you don't remember that!"
Suddenly that nagging sensation in the back of her mind flared up, boiling over as she remembered parts of what Tommy had said the night before. A deep flush came over her face, and she shifted nervously from one foot to the other.
"You said you'd like to have her kiss you between your legs," Tommy went on, grinning lewdly at her. "You said you had so much fun with Mike and me, you wanted to see what it was like to have a girl Mss you on your cunt. And you said you'd even stick your tongue up Peggy's pussy!"
"I did ... not!"
Tommy's old sneer half-formed on his face. "You sure as hell did. You said you wanted to tongue-fuck Peggy in her twat. Those were your exact words, Mom, and you said, again in your own words, that you would eat her asshole out and suck my cock while I fucked her and then you'd suck my come from her snatch and swallow it!" Tommy sucked in a deep breath as he leered at Nancy. "Those are your very words, Mom. I didn't make them up. Ask Mike if you don't believe me."
Nancy groaned inwardly. She didn't want to ask Mike. It was quite possible she had said those exact words the night before; she would have said and done anything, she knew. It was all coming back to her now, and Nancy felt ashamed, disgusted with herself. She certainly did not have any desire to use her mouth on another girl, not there!
She spoke, her voice quivering. "That was just -.. whiskey talking, Tommy. I never intended to ..."
"Whiskey or not, you asked me to get her here ... so here she is."
"Please, Mrs. Wheeler," Peggy begged, bringing her hands to Nancy's hips and burying her face in her stomach. "Don't make me go away again. Tommy told me you liked me, that you really liked me. I'll do all those things for you. I promise 111 do them. I'll Mss you everywhere, every place you want, just let me stay, please! Oh, please, Mrs. Wheeler!"
"Stay?" Nancy said, confused by her son's words, even more so by the almost tearful pleas of Peggy. Her mind whirled madly at what she had heard, and by the way this lovely young girl begged.
"My Gramma won't care," Peggy pleaded. "She don't even want me, anyway. I can stay here as long as you like. And I'll take care of the house for you. I'm a good housekeeper, Mrs. Wheeler. I can clean and cook and do everything."
"But ... but it's impossible. I can't let you stay," Nancy said, petting Peggy's head as the girl held her face against her stomach. She felt Peggy's hands move about her hips, and they cupped Nancy's bottom, but gently, hesitantly, as if she were afraid of being shoved away roughly. There was a tingle between Nancy's thighs as the girl fondled her bottom, a tingle Nancy wasn't sure how to accept. "I can't let you just stay here, just move in and make yourself at home, Peggy. There are a great many other things to be considered," This is crazy, Nancy told herself as she stroked Peggy's head. Almost as if Tm dreaming. I come home, drunk, and find this sweet girl blowing my son, and act as if it were the most natural thing in the world. Then listening to her beg me ... beg to stay with us. And Tommy, sitting there and playing with himself and grinning that crap-eating grin of his, that all-knowing expression on his face. And this girl playing with my ass! Is the whole world coming apart, for Christ's sake?
"No there isn't, Mrs. Wheeler," Peggy said, almost tearful now. "There isn't anything to consider at all. I can stay right now. I don't even have to go and get clothes or anything. Please ... don't make me leave! M do anything you want, anything you say! Tommy wants me to stay, don't you, TommyF' She turned to him, darting her face down and licking her pink tongue up the shaft of his hardness, her hands still caressing Nancy's bottom. "See, Tommy likes what I do! You'll like me too, Mrs. Wheeler. I'll kiss between your legs, make you come all the time. Want me to tongue you off now? How about in your asshole? I can tongue an ass real good, Mrs. Wheeler! I love sticking my tongue inside an ass, and I can blow Tommy all the time and lick your pussy and breasts and everything! I'm good at using my mouth, and I try awfully hard to please. Please, Mrs. Wheeler, let me stay with you and Tommy!"
Nancy stared down at the girl, surprised at the long outburst" that left the little - girl almost gasping. The words Peggy used didn't seem to fit the sweetness of her face, not at all. There was something about Peggy that made Nancy want-to go along with the insane idea.-The girl was certainly pretty, sweet and fresh, and her sheer eroticism was a delightful contrast. Peggy certainly didn't seem to have any hang-ups concerning sex.
"You'd do all that," Nancy heard herself saying as if from a distance. "You'd really do those things, just to stay with Tommy and me?".
'Yes, oh, yes!" Peggy squealed childishly. "Let me show you!"
Quickly, before Nancy could react, Peggy shoved her hands beneath her skirt and pulled the crotch of Nancy's panties to one side, revealing the triangled thateh of dark hair. She shoved her face tightly into Nancy's thighs, and a moist, hot, eager tongue took a long swipe up and then down the pulsing slit. Startied/by the suddenness of it, Nancy stared down at the girl who was licking her twat, unable to move or do anything but just stand there, fascinated by the hot glowing eyes that peered up at her. The girl's nose burrowed into the curling pubic hair, tongue flapping at Nancy's clitoris.
Coming to her senses, Nancy gently removed the girl's face from between her thighs. "Stop it, Peggy!" she said sharply. "That's about enough!"
"Oh, please," Peggy whimpered, trying to get her face back inside Nancy's panties. "I'll do it ... anything you want! I don't like it with my Gramma ... she beats me .beats me all the time!"
"Beats you?"
'Yes, see!" Nancy watched the girl lift her skirt, lower her faded panties. She saw the raw, red' welts on the shapely bottom.
It was enough for Nancy to make up her mind. How anyone could beat such a sweet girl, she didn't.know. Peggy was lovable and cuddly, and her heart went out to the girl. "Well ..." she said, slowly. "I guess you can stay. But for a while only."
Peggy squealed with happiness, clapping her hands like a small child who had just received some unexpected treat. She hugged her arms about Nancy's hips, her small hands holding the firm bottom tightly as she smothered moist kisses about Nancy's slender thighs. "I'll be so good," Peggy said. "I'll be just what you and Tommy want me to be. I'll go naked all the time and he can fuck me in my mouth and I'll suck his balls all the time and tongue-fuck you in your cunt and suck your asshole and be the best girl you've ever known!"
Tommy grinned at his mother when she shot a glance at him. "What more could you want, Mom? Me and Peggy... both!"
Nancy pulled Peggy's face away from her thighs, trembling with a passion she didn't understand. "You're so young to know all about those things," she said.
"Maybe I am, but I learn fast, Mrs. Wheeler," Peggy said, eyes shining with happiness, reaching for Tommy's hardness again with one hand. "I'll be your slave, too. You and Tommy can make me do anything and everything you want and I'll just love it! You'll see! I'll do so much for you, you won't ever want me to leave-not ever! You can whip me and chew on me and stick things in me and I'll just suck the two of you off every morning and night! You can bring your friends to me and I'll do it for them, too, men and women and even ... I'm a real good cocksucker, Mrs. Wheeler, but I need a lot more practice doing it to a pussy, but I can tongue-fuck an asshole real good and it can't be much different because I made Tommy come that way and I didn't even touch his cock once and he came so much it was all over the bed and I licked it up and swallowed it and licked his balls clean and made him come again in my mouth and I love sucking him off and I know I'll just love eating your cunt, Mrs. Wheeler and I'll suck like..."
"Hey! Stop! Whoa, damn it! Slow down!" Tommy said, laughing.
Peggy halted her flow of words, looking sheepishly at Nancy, her face flushed a becoming pink. "I'm sorry ... sometimes I talk too much."
Peggy grinned mischievously, her eyes flashing. "Can I finish sucldng Tommy off now, Mrs. Wheeler? I want to pretty badly."
Nancy nodded her head, slowly.
XII Nancy stood and watched as Peggy leaned her face into Tommy's lap, the moist tongue that had so recently licked about her hairy slit sliding up and down his thickness with an eager caress, like a girl-child who was thrilled to lick a tasty popsicle. She wondered what had caused her to give in to this insanity.
She wasn't sure she was doing the right thing, agreeing to let this sweet thing spend some time with them. After all, a fifteen-year-old girl can't just up and walk out of her own home and move into the home of someone else, not for any length of time, not to be missed. Yet Peggy had said her grandmother didn't care about her, who she was' with, how long she stayed, what she did. And those angry red welts on that shapely bottom gave truth to the girl's words.
Watching Peggy suck up and down on Tommy's hardness, absolutely unabashed to be observed, she was again struck by Peggy's totally innocent appearance, of her sweet prettiness. Peggy certainly did not look like a girl who was sensual, like a girl who would do all those things she said she would. No, she didn't look like a girl who was-or seemed to be-obsessed by sex. But what does a sex-obsessed girl look like? Nancy asked herself. Does a girl who prefers fellatio have a certain look about her ... some small thing that a man can see? Is it true that a man can look at any girl and tell if she'll go down on him? What have looks got to do with anything, anyway? I enjoy doing just what she's doing, and I certainly don't think I look like some deviant.,. some pervert ...
Whether she considered appearances or a willingness to perform such offbeat sex acts necessary to enjoy sex to its fullest or not, Nancy could not deny the effect this was having on her emotions. She had never before seen a girl with a mouthful of hard cock, and she found the sight fascinating to say the least, extremely stimulating, arousing. She had not thought she possessed voyeuristic tendencies, but it appeared as if she did. Her breasts rose and fell as her breathing increased, her eyes wide and gazing fixedly at the stretching of Peggy's hps as she moved them up and down the pulsating thickness. The. soft purring sounds coming from Peggy's gurgling throat added to the arousing, sensual effect on Nancy, and her own lust began to soar.
Peggy, unable to stuff every thick inch of Tommy's hardness into her mouth, was holding it at the base with a small fist, her fingers not quite encircling it. She jerked her fist up and down on the few inches there, touching her hps as she went down on him. Her eyes, Nancy observed, were closed, and there was an almost angelic expression on the lovely face, as if Peggy were in some solitary world of blissful ecstasy.
She was very close to Tommy and Peggy, and she felt a warm little hand slip in between her thighs. Glancing down, Nancy saw that Tommy was caressing his palm along the inner surfaces of her thighs, feeling the creamy flesh and causing a tingling sensation in her groin. She stared with hot eyes as if it were the first time she had seen him feel of her, watched his hand move up under her short skirt, then it was cupping her there. Nancy writhed her hips as Tommy's Angers probed and explored, holding herself steady on shaking knees by placing her hands on his shoulders. She felt his fingers slip under the crotch of her panties, then he was twisting and pulling at her inflamed clitoris. Nancy groaned in passion as the pleasure between her thighs bubbled hody. She fondled Peggy's bobbing head with one hand, caressing the silken hair, sliding her hand down and feeling the way Tommy's hardness moved in and out of the moist lips.
Peggy, feeling Nancy's fingers on Tommy's penis and against her lips, mewled and slipped one of her hands up the back of Nancy's thighs, then they, too, were under her panties, cupping and feeling one firm, spongy cheek of Nancy's bottom.
As good as it felt, Nancy could not stand the excitement any longer. She twisted from the fondling hands and stood behind Peggy's kneeling body, unbuttoning the dress at the neck. Why she was doing this, she was afraid to consider. When the dress was unbuttoned, she lifted it, and Peggy had to reluctandy pull from Tommy as Nancy slipped it over her head. As soon as the dress was gone, she squealed and closed her hps again about the bulbous head quickly, her tongue fluttering swiftly.
Nancy saw that Peggy was not wearing a bra, but she did have on a pair of faded nylon pandes. Squatting, she slipped her hands into the elastic at the waist and scooted them down. Peggy lifted first one knee, then the other, letting Nancy pull them free. Gazing at the small, striped bottom, Nancy was again aware what a pretty thing Peggy was. She touched the red welts, and felt sorry for the girl. No one should beat such a sweet thing, no matter the provocation.
There was nothing boyish about Peggy's body, not that Nancy could see. Her hips were gently rounded and smooth, quite feminine, with slim, smooth, creamy thighs. There was, however, on the inner surfaces, a slight bulge often called baby-fat, but it only added to her overall desirability. The buttocks were sweedy rounded, sugary white, and almost a perfect heart shape.
"Lovely," Nancy murmured softly, tracing her finger about the exquisite shape of Peggy's buttocks, staying clear of the marks of a belt. She cupped both her hands under them, gave the smooth cheeks a gentle squeeze. "So very lovely ... soft... but firm ... so warm ..."
Peggy wiggled her bottom, moaning around Tommy's throbbing shaft. Nancy squeezed again, tenderly, not wanting to hurt those welts. She cupped them very gently in her palms, her fingers at the undercurves, slightly between the sweet thighs. She could feel the silken fuzz there, the heat and moisture of the delicious genitals.
Slipping her middle finger into the moist, slippery hips, Nancy entered and probed, feeling of another girl for the first time in her life. She probed again, and felt resistance, as though a barrier had been placed in her way. She's ... she's a virgin! Nancy thought, her breath catching in her throat. She's never had a cock in her ... not there! But why ... why all the promises? Why the outburst of promises?, Nancy puUed her finger from the virgin spht, shpped it forward and found the tiny chtoris. She stroked it Hghtly, feefing it quiver, the swell of it. She rubbed lightly on the sensitive bud with the tip of one finger, causing Peggy to writhe and waggle her naked bottom in a wild dance of delight, mewling around the thickness that filled her mouth. Fondling the bit of flesh, Nancy leaned forward and kissed at Peggy's naked, smooth back, bringing her other hand from the curvy buttocks to fondle a smaH breast, a breast that fit nicely into the palm of her hand, the nipple quite hard, making a burning sensation in her hand. Peggy purred throatily as Nancy squeezed and manipulated a nipple and swollen chtoris.
Then Nancy pulled her hands away and stood up on shaking legs. "Wait, Peggy ... we've got to get Tommy naked, too."
Reluctantly, Peggy pulled her hips from the moist knob, making a liquid suctioning sound as she did so. She flicked her tongue over the dripping tip, then got to her feet, and Nancy realized Peggy was short, although she had the body of a girl in her late teens. Hardly five feet taH. She was a miniature sex bomb in overall appearance, but that ever so innocent-looking face didn't go with the body. Only the eyes fit, the smoky eyes with the long lashes that fluttered enticingly, flirtingly.
Tommy was out of his clothing in a flash, and Nancy suggested her bedroom, saying they would be more comfortable on the huge bed there. As they climbed the stairs; Peggy held fast to Tommy's straining penis. Nancy was peeling her clothes off even as she chmbed, hurrying to become just as naked and free as the teenagers, her juices streaming throughout her body. She let the articles of clothing fall where she had ripped them off, and by the time they reached her bedroom door, Nancy was stripped of her dress and shoes, wearing just her panties.
At the door, Peggy stopped.
Turning to Nancy, she said in an excited voice: "Let me! Let me take your panties off, Mrs. Wheeler!"
Before Nancy could say anything, Peggy had tugged the bit of cloth down, then tossed them almost disdainfully to the hallway floor. Peggy, squatting, looked at the older woman with wide, admiring eyes. "You're awfully pretty, Mrs. Wheeler. I mean, you're really beautiful!"
"Thank you, dear," Nancy replied, her voice thick with steaming lust.
"I mean, for an old woman, you're beautiful!" Old woman! Nancy felt a slight feefing of being let down. Old woman! Good Lord ... still in my thirties but this child thinks I'm old! Maybe I am .. .to her.
Since she had come home, staggering in an alcoholic daze, but now almost sober, Tommy had not said very much. Ji it weren't for that bulging erection of his, Nancy felt he was almost uninterested. He had tried to haul up his insolent attitude, but it had failed miserably.
"Do you think I'm old?" Nancy said to Peggy, who was now gazing at the thick mass of hair that concealed her genitals.
"Oh, no! I didn't mean it that way, Mrs. Wheeler," Peggy said quickly. "I should have said older woman. I'm sorry ... don't be mad at me, please?"
Nancy couldn't help but laugh as she pulled Peggy up against her body, feeling the fine, perky breasts sear the flesh of her chest. "I'm not mad, Peggy. Who could be mad at such a sweet girl?"
Tommy stood watching his mother and the young girl embrace, a smile of understanding on his face. The smile was a combination of pleasure at seeing them hug one another and his frustrating desire to achieve the orgasm that Peggy had started.
Peggy squirmed in Nancy's arms, and Nancy felt a warm, wet mouth close over one of her arching nipples. The tongue was soft, and she shivered as the girl began to suck at the swollen thing. For a long moment, she let Peggy suck, thrilling to the new sensation of a girl doing this to her, then she gently moved her breast free.
"Come on, kids," she said in a hoarse voice. "Let's get on that bed."
The three of them ran to the bed, jumping onto it and giggling and grabbing at bodies. That is, Nancy and Peggy did, with Tommy still silent, but taking part in the sex play. Nancy and Peggy wrapped their arms about each other and began to kiss, their tongues prou-ing and their hps sucking.
Tommy, on his knees with his hardness half-masted now, felt as if he were being left out.
But the two females had lifted their legs, and he saw the warm, hair-fringed pinkness between them, close together. He sat down and began to feel each one simultaneously, watching them writhe their hips as he caressed the straining clitorises. Nancy pulled her tongue free of the sucking hips of Peggy, looked at Tommy. "Don't stick your finger into her, Tommy. Peggy is a virgin."
Tommy looked up, surprised. "She's a what?"
"Peggy has never been fucked before, darling," Nancy said.
Peggy blushed furiously, then buried her face in Nancy's breasts.
"But I thought..." Tommy said with surprise.
"I was surprised, too," Nancy said softly, caressing the smooth, young back. "I was sure that a girl who would ... do what Peggy does, had been poked before."
"Well, how about that!"
"Please, don't make me leave," Peggy sobbed against Nancy's warm breasts. "I wanted to tell you, but everything was happening so fast. Let me stay! Please ... I'll let Tommy do it to me; I don't care if it does hurt. Please, don't make me go away."
"But, why haven't you done it before, Peggy?" Nancy wanted to know.
"Someone ... someone told me it would hurt, hurt bad," Peggy blubbered.
"But, hell, you suck!" Tommy sounded almost disgusted.
"But that's different ... I like doing that," Peggy whimpered. "I do it before a boy can stick it in me. I make him come with my mouth and he's not hard after that and doesn't want to stick it in me because I make him come in my mouth and that keeps them happy and-" "Tommy isn't going to. do that to you, dear," Nancy broke in, holding the girl tightly. "But, Mom-" "I told you I would take control of our little sex games, Tommy," Nancy said almost sternly.
Tommy fell silent. He sprawled back across his mother's bed. He wasn't sure he liked this idea of her being in charge, but then again, he did like it. He was confused again. For the past year or so, he had seemed to have the upper hand, had things his way, did as he damned well wanted. Now, it seemed that Nancy was pulling the reins in on him.
Nancy looked at him, understanding some of what he was feeling. Her eyes sparkled with love when she saw his expression, but she misinterpreted it. "Tommy, Peggy is a sweet girl. Somewhere she developed, well, a fixation on oral sex, on fellatio. That's her business, but I can't let you start trying to stick that big thing in her while she has the fear of pain. You're old enough to understand that."
'Yeah, I guess so," he muttered.
"Oh, come on, baby," Nancy said, reaching for his straining organ, seeing that it was no longer in full hardness. "Don't act like a spoiled five-year-old. You still have me, you know."
She stroked his semi-erection, but it remained in the half-flaccid condition. Leaning over, Nancy got onto her hands and knees, sucked it into her mouth, her tongue rolling hotly about the smooth head, brushing the dripping center. After a moment or so, she felt him stiffen between her hps. "Ahhh, that's better, Tommy," she murmured, slipping her face down to lick about his hairy testicles. Ovaling her mouth, Nancy pulled one orb into her mouth and began to suck on it gently, caressing up and down his thighs with her warm hands.
Peggy watched for a short moment, then she, too, dropped to her hands and knees, moving behind Nancy. Nancy, with a hairy testicle inside her mouth, felt the young hands of the girl on her buttocks, then a moist, hot kiss on one cheek. She waggled her bottom lewdly for the girl, and an eager tongue slithered up and down the creamy buttock flesh, running over the backs of Nancy's thighs, over the buttocks again, then down and around until Nancy's whole bottom was moist, tingling. Then, to her surprise, Nancy felt the tip of Peggy's wet tongue probing directly against her constricted anus. For a moment, Nancy was startled, and she had ceased sucking and licking on Tommy's testicles. Then, with a muffled murmur of delight, she.returned to her oral caresses, arching her back and throwing her bottom into the hungry little face of Peggy. A finger stabbed into Nancy's tingling, seeping pussy, and the penetration added new and better sensations for her.
Nancy's excitement had become so intense, she wasn't sure what she wanted right now. She continued to suck on Tommy's testicles and penis until she tasted the warm, thick semen gush over her tongue, but she also wanted to have her snatch stuffed with something besides a small wiggly finger. She- wanted something long and thick and hard inside her bottom besides a wet tongue that failed to truly penetrate there. Nancy wanted everything and anything at the same time.
Jerking her semen-dripping hps from Tommy's hardness, she twisted about on the bed until she had her head on his chest, lying on her back, legs wide apart, turning her face to kiss her son passionately. Tommy's tongue leaped into her mouth, one of his hands on her uptilted breasts. As she sucked avidly on his tongue, Nancy whipped her own hand between her thighs and rubbed hard, her hips writhing in blazing lust.
Peggy, finding Tommy's organ standing half-hard before her face, quickly gulped it into her mouth, sucking on him in a frenzy. As she mouthed the boy, she fought the hand of Nancy away from between those slender thighs and began to plunge her own finger deeply into the older woman.
The moist murmurs of Nancy and Peggy resounded about the bedroom, and harsh breathing caused chests to rise and fall heatedly. Tommy was enjoying the best of two worlds, and when he felt himself on the brink of another ejaculation, he groaned against his mother's mouth. "I can't hold it back, Mom! I'm gonna come ... again!"
Nancy twisted her head about and looked at the stretched lips of Peggy, her hips still twirling about the stabbing finger of the young girl. "Shoot it in her mouth, darling!" Nancy yelped in a thick voice. "Ooohhhh ... shoot your come down her throat! Oooooo ... she certainly can finger a girl! God ... I believe ... believe I'm going to ... come, too!"
Tommy grunted as he unleashed a copious torrent of viscous liquid, and Peggy mewled while she swallowed, her smooth slim throat working furiously to contain everything he squirted into her gobbling mouth. Her finger had halted its movements inside Nancy's twat, but Nancy still danced her bottom about. Pearl-white globs of semen escaped the tight hips of Peggy, running in foamy riverlets down the side of his throbbing shaft. Nancy shoved her face down, dipped her tongue along her son's hardness and licked up the stuff, her nose brushing at Peggy's, their eyes wide and staring at each other. Peggy jerked her mouth up from the still spewing cock, and Nancy fastened her hps about it, drinking from the fountain that continued to erupt.
When Tommy could flow no more, Nancy groaned and grasped the head of the young girl, bringing the pretty face between her thighs. "Eat me ... eat me! Oh, God ... eat my cunt!" she screamed in lust. "Oooooo ... tongue my twat ... lick my hot pussy ... suck my snatch! Ohhhh... ahhhh!"
The girl shoved her hands beneath Nancy's thrusting, naked bottom, clutching the cheeks in her palms, squeezing as she lapped with mind-warped passion at the hairy hole.
"Ooohhhh!" Nancy whimpered with ecstasy. "Ooohhhoooo ... tongue me! Tongue me..,, tongue-fuck me ... eat me! Ram your finger up my goddamn asshole, Peggy! Ooooo, fuck me in the ass ... eat me with your tongue! Ohhhhh ... I'll do it ... come ... I'll come! Ohhh, I'm going to ... come!"
Tommy had sat up by now, watching as his mother writhed in mindless lust while Peggy whipped her tongue between her thighs, the smooth, sweet face almost buried in the dark thatch of pubic hair. He was thoroughly fascinated by what he was seeing. He had never seen one girl use her mouth on another before, but he found it not at all disgusting, but extremely stimulating to his erotic senses.
Nancy, with eyes slitted with passion, saw him watching. "Oh, baby, baby!" she urged. "Suck my titties!" She twisted her head, raven-colored hair flying, her hands squeezing brutally at her swollen breasts, pinching the erect nipples. "Ohhhh, please, Tommy, suck my tits! Suck them while Peggy sucks my cunt! Please, darling... Tommy, Tommy ... suck my goddamn tits!"
Tommy leaned forward and pulled a swollen nipple into his mouth, devouring the hot, rigid bud, his eyes turned to watch Peggy's face between his mother's thighs. - "Ahhhh, nice! Both of you, suck me!" Nancy was sobbing now as her lust burst into a roaring inferno. "God ... God! Two of you ... two mouths doing things to me! Two mouths sucking me ... my tits ... my pussy! Ahhh ... I'll die! I'll just shit and die ... I'll ... I'll ... Ahhheeeeee!"
Nancy's orgasm steamed over, every nerve in her slender, lovely body blowing into pieces with the ecstatic sensations of savage lust. Mindless and helpless in her overpowering passion, she writhed lewdly beneath the assault of the twin mouths and tongues, screaming and cursing and begging and pleading. The world whirled at a dizzying speed, and she felt as if she were on a.ride of the most exquisite pleasure mankind could possibly endure without going totally insane, and still remain alive.
She was not aware when Tommy and Peggy finally puUed their smeared faces from her body. She was only vaguely conscious of the whispering they v/ere doing, but the words made no sense to her. Her head was still roaring and the words seemed nothing more than a jumble of grunts and groans. She was sprawled on her back, legs and arms thrown wide, every fiber of her beautiful, naked body raw and tingling with the tiny thrills that continued to race up and down her flesh, legs shaking, breasts quivering. She was panting very hard, licking at suddenly dry lips.
After what seemed an eternity, she felt strong enough to look about. Peggy was sitting on the headboard of her bed, legs lifted high, her sweet, shapely bottom shoved to the very edge of the headboard, leaning against the wall. Tommy was kneeling there, sucking and licking noisily at the hair-rimmed split. Peggy was making purring sounds in her happiness, holding her thighs up with both hands. Nancy, from her position, could see the way her son's tongue hcked and lapped at the cute genitals, see it move down and tap delicately against Peggy's crinkled anus, then up again to the moist, pulsating hps, only to curl about the swollen chtoris. Peggy was mumbling incoherent words of encouragement to him, her eyes staring in a fixed gaze down at her widely spread crotch.
It was obvious to Nancy when Peggy climaxed, but she was surprised because Peggy didn't yelp and squeal and gurgle or flop about when she came off. In fact, it seemed as if Peggy went through her orgasm with hardly any feeling at all. Nancy wondered about that, but it didn't make any sense to her. Nancy had always thought girls went as wild as she during orgasm, but this sweet young thing seemed to care less whether she came or not.
Tommy pulled his smeared face out of the Mangled patch of pubic hair, grinning at his mother. "She's got one sweet pussy, Mom. You should have a taste of it. You told me you'd eat her, you know."
Nancy felt her cheeks warm at being reminded, and was puzzled by this renewal of shame. Since she and Tommy had gone deeper and deeper into their incestuous relations, she had suppressed that feeling, or so she thought.
"I... well..." she stammered, flushed. "I thought so!" Tommy exclaimed. "You won't do it, will you?"
The word queer floated into her Brain, the word the bartender had called her. I may be, well, unusual in that sense, she thought silently, but I'm not so depraved I'll eat a pussy! Not yet I'm not! My God ... I'm not a lesbian! tve done, just about everything else two people- now three people-can do with each others genitals, but I'm not going to turn into a cunt-lapping lesbian! I've got to draw the line somewhere Tommy looked at Nancy, seeing the deep frown, the flush on her smooth cheeks. I don't want her to do it, he said to himself. I don't want Mom to lick Peggy's snatch ... I don't want her to stick her tongue in there at all. It's different if Peggy does it to her, but not my Mom! Don't do it, Mom, he urged silently. Please, don't suck her twat!
"I ... I can't! I just can't do it, Tommy," Nancy said, her voice breaking somewhat. "I don't care what I told you before. I was drunk, I can't use my mouth on another girl."
Peggy slipped from the headboard. "You don't have to do that to me, Mrs. Wheeler," she said softly. "Not if you don't want to. It doesn't really matter to me. I'll do it to you all you want, but you don't have to do it at all."
Tommy's relief showed on his face, and he grinned quickly. The grin became a broad smile, a smile of love for his mother.
"It isn't necessary for me to come," Peggy said. "I get all the pleasure I want or need just by sucking on a cock."
A loud ringing of the doorbell caused the three naked people to jump.
XIII "Now, who in the world could that be at this time of evening?" Nancy said, scrambling about for a robe to cover her nakedness, "Are you expecting anyone, Tommy?"
"No, not me."
"You haven't mentioned all this to anyone else, have you? I mean, about us?" Nancy was becoming uneasy. She had warned her son time and again to keep his mouth shut, but her warnings had gone unheeded. He had still brought Mike home with him, then this young girl. "It's bad enough that you've already said something to two kids, as it is."
"But Mom," Tommy said, sincerity in his voice, his frown as concerned as her own. "I haven't said anything to anyone but Mike and Peggy, honest. And I only brought Peggy home because you asked me to."
"But I was drunk when I said that, Tommy! Do you have to do everything I tell you, even when I'm drunk?"
Peggy had gotten off the bed, and Nancy saw a white* flash of a saucy, sweet bottom, bouncing and jiggling enticingly as the girl raced out of the door of the bedroom. Nancy ran after her and saw the girl running down the stairs. At first she thought Peggy was going into the kitchen, where she had left her clothing, to dress. But when she saw the young girl hurry to the front door, she cried out. "No, Peggy! For God's sake ... don't open that door! You're naked!"
But Nancy was too late. " Peggy flung the door wide. Nancy saw Mike standing there, a huge grin on his face, staring at the naked Peggy. "Well, well! Guess I'm just in time for the party, huh?"
Nancy, standing at the railing of the upper floor, felt herself sag in partial relief. Oh, God . .. it's Mike! Aloud, she called, "Peggy? You get away from the door! Damn, girl, do you want to get us all into serious trouble?"
Peggy hung her head, shyly and walked slowly up the stairs, with Mike following closely behind her. His hand, Nancy noticed, was playing with Peggy's bottom quite familiarly. But then, why shouldn't he-Peggy had probably been with him as much as with Tommy. Tommy came from his mother's bedroom, dressed in a pair of cut-off jeans. "Oh," he said, seeing his friend. "Hi, Mike." . "Hi, buddy," Mike said, stopping Peggy at the head of the stairs, puffing her into his arms, kissing her while cupping her sweetly rounded buttocks. "What's happening, man?" he asked after kissing Peggy. "Got a fuck party in progress here? You should have called me."
Nancy didn't feel at all enthusiastic about Mike's unexpected appearance. She pulled her robe tighter around her naked body, but the boy had already seen her. Oh, what does it matter now? Nancy thought. After yesterday, and this afternoon, what does anything matter? He's seen me without my clothes ... he's screwed me I've even had his thing in my mouth. Nothing more can matter. Tommy and I are on a one-way trip as it is, riding a pile of slick shit straight into the mouth of hell anyway . . , and taking these two kids along for company ...
Mike came up to Nancy, lifting a hand and feeling her thrusting breasts like an old lover, leering at her. "Got some hot pussy under that robe for me, baby doll?" he asked, letting one hand move over the curve of her bottom. "I've got me a real hard-on that needs taking care of, honey."
Nancy recoiled beneath his touch, wondering why. She pulled free of his clutching hands, turned and started toward her bedroom.
"Hey, Mrs. Wheeler!" Mike called. "Don't act so bashful. We don't have any secrets from each other. Come on ... how about a nice fuck, or maybe a knob job, huh?"
Tommy's eyes turned hard as he looked at Mike, but he kept the angry words in. He turned and saw his mother shut the door of her bedroom as she entered. Then there was a soft click, and he knew she had locked it.
"Hey, buddy, what's eating your old lady, huh?"
"None of your fucking business!" Tommy snapped.
"Hey, buddy ... take it easy," Mike said, his voice somewhat nervous. "What's got your shit hot? Ain't we buddies?"
"Maybe. It depends."
"Oh? On what?"
"On your smart-ass mouth, buddy. Just leave my Mam alone, you hear me?"
Mike's expression became wary. "Yeah, yeab, sme if you say so, Tom."
He slipped his arm about the naked Peggy who stood beside him. "Come on, buddy," he said, patting Peggy on the naked buttocks. "We don't need your mother, anyway-we've got Cocksucker Peggy here, don't we, baby?"
Peggy giggled, snuggling up against Mike, pressing her hand down into his groin. "That's right, Mike ... you've got me."
Mike grinned at the girl, pinched one nipple brutally, then said: "Hey, let's all have a swim."
Some of Tommy's anger evaporated and the three went down the stairs and out onto the patio. , In her bedroom, Nancy stood at the large, open window, looking down at the lads. She was confused by the thoughts that ran through her mind, bewildered by her emotions. She could not deny she had enjoyed everything so far, even with Peggy, but she also realized that her sex partners were underage, and that one was her own son. She was very much aware of the problems involved by becoming entangled with the kids, not to mention incest. That in itself was bad enough, screwing her son, but now with the knowledge shared by Peggy and Mike, things could become somewhat sticky. She did not want anything to happen, and she didn't trust Mike that much. Peggy was a strange one, too. There was no telling what the girl would do, or say.
Down on the patio below her window, she watched as her son pulled his cut-off jeans free, feeling a fresh flow of love for him. She gazed at his exposed genitals, and her love burned brighter yet. He's so much like his father, she thought, a smile of tenderness on her lovely face. I wonder if he hates me now. I couldn't stand that, to have Tommy hate me. But how could he keep from it? Now, after the things I've done ... the things we've both done. It's just too much! Would I hate my father if he had done it to me? I can't answer it. But a mother and son should never know so much about each other ... and especially their passions, their lusts . . .
Her eyes turned to Mike as the boy peeled his clothes off, and she saw his oddly "shaped penis again. It was soft now, dangling between his thighs, but still longer than her son's. As she watched, Mike grabbed Peggy, pinching both her vulnerable nipples. A screech of pain came from Peggy, and Nancy saw her struggling to get away from Mike. She almost yelled down at them, but Tommy's voice came first.
"Leave Peggy alone, Mike. Don't hurt her."
Mike removed his hands from Peggy, made a running dive into the pool. Peggy stood, rubbing her bruised nipples and looking angrily toward the pool. Tommy examined one of her nipples gently, and smiled, saying something Nancy couldn't hear. She saw Peggy flash her son a shy smile, and they slipped into the sparkling water, hand in hand.
Nancy continued to watch the gleaming white, buttocks flash, catching a brief glimpse of a cock now and then. The kids were having fun, it seemed to her, and she wished, suddenly, that none of this had ever happened. She wished her son had never taken up with those rowdy friends of his, had not brought them into their home, including Peggy. Nancy could not explain why he had so brazenly exposed their incestuous relations to the girl, particularly.
Why can't people be without guilt, without f^ame? she asked herself, watching the splashing below. Why should people feel ashamed of their bodies, hide them from others? Why can't we all just go naked into the world, be innocent before one another without becoming sexually excited, clawing at bodies in insane lusts? What is it that makes people so suddenly turn into raging, lust-crazed beasts at the very sight of another persons genitals? Or is it just me ... me and my son? Are we alone in our crazy, topsy-turvy world, or are there others, just like us? Does any other mother get so turned on she can't keep her hands off her son's genitals? Are there other mothers who screw their sons, suck them off? There's a myth about Oedipus, a boy who loved his mother sexually ... is this where such love comes from? But does Tommy love me, really love me? Does he love me as his mother, and not as some shameful receptacle for his lusts? This sex thing between us? Oh, dear God, I don't know! I just don't know anything anymore! I'm so confused ... so bewildered by everything that has happened lately, this past month...
She stared at the kids below. She was idly fingering her belted robe as the thoughts tumbled about in her brain, picking nervously at the belt and folds. What do they call a woman-a mother-like me? Slut... bitch ... perverted cunt... little-boy-lover? Or do they call someone like me a rotten asshole cocksucker? Oh, yes, Nancy Wheeler ... you're all those things, and more! That's exactly what I am, a cocksucking asshole! I'm that, no doubt about it, regardless of what some fancy-assy shrink would say! When it gets right down to the basics, I'm a cocksucker, asshole*sucking son-fucking, incestuous slut with a hot-assed cunt that controls my mind, that wants cock all the time. Tm just a horny twat that cant keep my hot little hands off my own son's genitals, or any cock and halls, for that matter. I allow him to bring his friends home, let them do things to me, evil things. Oh, dear God ... I'm so depraved ... so shameless! Where will it end ... how much further do I sink into this sexual hell?
She saw Mike sitting on the pool deck, his organ stiff, straining upwards. As Peggy swam past, he reached out and grabbed her, pulling her to him. Peggy yelped and struggled to pull free, and it was obvious the girl wanted nothing to do with the boy now.
"You damn little cocksucker!" she heard Mike snarl. "Suck me off, you fucking cunt! Suck my cock or Til kick the piss out of you!"
Nancy saw Peggy's shoulders slump with defeat, and then the girl was gobbling on Mike's stiff penis.- Nancy felt compassion for the girl, but what could she do about it? Peggy could be forced into doing anything, she well knew. It seemed as if the girl did those things because she wanted to be accepted, to find a little love in her life, no matter how fleeting it was. She gave head to boys for quick hugs, quicker kisses, and so found a little pseudo-affection in her life. Is that why she lets herself, her mouth, be used that way? Nancy thought, watching the pretty head bob up and down. Does she use her mouth on their hardness so they will show at least some small measure of affection for her? Is it her way of getting attention, her way of reaching out for love, desperately?
Nancy knew, suddenly, that she had to halt the abuse | of this young, sweet girl, whether or not Peggy wanted her interference or not. Turning, she walked rapidly from the room and down the stairs. Stepping onto the patio, she called out to Mike: "What's the matter, big boy? Are you such a big man you- have to force some little girl to blow you?"
Mike looked over his shoulder. "Are you jealous, Mrs. Wheeler?" he sneered. "Maybe you'd rather I fucked you in that mouth of yours, huh? Is that it?"
Tommy had crawled from the water and was sitting at the end of the pool, watching.
"Are you big enough to make a grown woman bend to your demands, you juvenile bastard!" Nancy snapped. Tm not a child like Peggy ... try and make me!"
Mike shoved Peggy from his lap, getting to his feet, eyes flashing dangerously. "Sure, Mrs. Wheeler ... I'll make you! I'll make you by stuffing my cock up your goddamn asshole!"
Nancy had not formulated any specific plan when she had come rushing outside, only that she had to stop Mike from abusing Peggy anymore. Now, seeing the hugeness of the boy's genitals standing forth menacingly, she became frightened. He was a big boy, with rippling muscles, quite strong, and she knew he could do just what he said he would do to her.
Mike advanced, stroking his penis, an odd smile on his face. "You want this, don't you, Mrs. Wheeler? Oh, I forgot, you want me to call you Nancy, right? You said we were such good friends, real asshole buddies, that I should call you Nancy, Okay, Nancy, here it is!"
He rammed the bulbous tip of his organ against her trembling stomach. Nancy felt the moisture that seeped from him smear her flesh as the robe parted. Tremors of unexpected revulsions 'swept over her as the boy jerked her robe apart. Nancy stood with her hands at her sides, naked before him, his hands going everywhere on her body.
He brought his hands up and placed them on her creamy shoulders, pressing Nancy down to her knees before him. "Get down there on your goddamn knees, you cocksucking bitch, and blow me!", Nancy wanted to resist him, turning her face as the head of his organ brushed over her cheek. Mike caught her long black hair in one hand and twisted, painfully. Nancy screamed in pain, and as her mouth opened, Mike plunged his cock into it so hard she gagged and choked.
"Suck it, cunt!" he snarled. "Suck me off like the bitch asshole you are! Suck my cock and swallow my come!"
Nancy could hardly breathe, and she fought to use her tongue and lips on him, reahzing the danger she had placed herself in, knowing he could very well injure her if she refused. She closed her moist, full hps tighdy about the swollen ridge of his penis, her tongue burning against the seeping hole. She had to hold his hips in her fingers to maintain balance, and to ease the agonizing grip he had on her hair. Mike thrust powerfully, sliding his hardness in and out of her mouth.
"That's the way, you cunt!" he growled, his testicles swinging and hitting her chin. "Lick it good for me and I just might shove it up your asshole! Suck me ... . suck me all the way, you filthy mouth-fucker!"
Through the fear that rumbled inside her naked body, Nancy could feel her own passions boiling into a brilliant flame. She began to devour the boy's hardness, licking and sucking furiously as he plunged in and out of her clinging hps. Her vagina swelled, her clitoris jutting, and she shivered as her lusts boiled and steamed. Her previous revulsion fled before the onslaught of her lust, and she moaned hke some trapped animal.
Mike laughed derisively down at her. 'You're a good cocksucker, Mrs. Wheeler, ma'am! Suck me good."
Nancy knew he was being deliberately derogatory with her, and even that inflamed her. It seemed to prove to her the thoughts she had gone through in her bedroom, that she was indeed a depraved bitch. On her knees, taking the powerful thrusts of his hardness into her mouth, she was more confused than ever by her emotions, by the way her body was once more betraying her. She wanted him to gush hotly into her mouth, coat her tongue with his sticky, thick semen, and hating herself for wanting it. Yet she was totally helpless against her overwhelming lust.
Her tongue was just underneath the flaring, dripping hole when Mike grunted, and the warm, slippery juices spewed past her tongue and down her throat. Nancy gulped, choking almost delicately, then mouthed his ejaculating hardness in a frenzy of humiliated passion. She made wmmpering sounds, and she felt as though she, too, would go through a shattering orgasm, simply by drinking from his penis this way."
Mike slipped his organ from her clinging lips, and Nancy groaned as she tried to recover the dripping head, but he twisted from her, shoving her hard on. the shoulder. Nancy toppled to the lawn, her fingers clawing between her spreading thighs as she rolled about wildly.
Tommy and Peggy had come up from the pool, and Tommy was glaring angrily at Mike. "You didn't have to force her."
"Shit, buddy, your Mom loved it," Mike said. "Didnt you see how she gobbled it? Man, your old lady is a cocksucker!"
Tommy knelt beside his mother. "Are you okay, Mom?"
Nancy had some difficulty focusing her eyes, then she smiled, reaching for him. "I'm all right, darling," she said in a husky voice. "Oh, God ... I don't know what's happening to us, Tommy, but I can't stop it!" Her face contorted with anguish, yet there was passion there, too. "I've got to have it! Ohhhh, Tommy darling ... fuck me! Please ... fuck your mother!" Her voice had risen on the last word, and she threw her legs wide, exposing her genitals to the two boys and staring girl.
Mike snorted. "Hot, ain't she?"
Peggy looked wide-eyed at Nancy.
Nancy was running her fist up and down Tommy's penis frantically, trying to pull him between her thighs. But Tommy pulled away "from her gripping fist. "Mom, take it easy! Come on, now ... relax, Mom."
With some effort, Nancy slowly felt her muscles relax, but her eyes burned fiercely and she constantly hcked at her parched hps. Her body was trembling almost violently, and she continued to make small whimpering sounds. Her breasts were extremely swollen, as were her pink nipples. She felt as though a fire had been stoked into a raging, consuming blaze between her legs, but she fought to bring herself under control.
Finally, after a few long moments, she lay without gasping. Tommy stood, frowning. What's gotten into her? he asked himself, puzzled. She's wild when it comes to sex, but I've never seen her this wild before- Slowly, almost as if in a trance, Nancy got to her wobbly feet. She moved to a cushioned lounge chair and lay back, letting her legs drop wide open, her genitals unashamedly displayed. For a moment, she just lay still, her eyes glittering with lust. They settled on Tommy, and she held her arms out to him.
'Tommy," she said in a low, thick voice. "Please, baby ... help me! I need it ... I'm hot, hotter than I've ever been. I don't know what's happening to me, Tommy, but I can't seem to stop it. Fuck me, darling ... fuck me and put out this fire in my cunt before I go out of my mind!"
But Tommy wasn't up to doing anything for her, his penis hanging limply between his legs, soft and useless. "I can't, Mom ... I don't have-can't get hard."
"Then eat me, for God's sake!" she screamed. "If you can't fuck me, at least you can lick my cunt. Ohhhh, baby ... baby! Do it to me with your tongue, your mouth! Suck my pussy ... lick my snatch! Hurry ... for God's sake, hurry and do it!"
"Eat her out, man!" Mike snorted. "Never keep a lady hot and bothered. Go and muff it, Tom. Tongue your old lady's snatch!"
"Shut up!" Tommy snapped angrily. "Just shut the fuck up!"
He moved to his mother, dropping to his knees. He held her scissoring thighs, shoving his face into her hairy crotch and began to hck. Nancy crooned hke a demented female, holding the back of bis head, kicking her feet high into the air. Her head was slightly elevated on the lounge, "almost hanging over EndTommy watched her stroke the raw flesh tenderly, but he wasn't really seeing it, "You and I are becoming closer, Mom," he said. "Oh, I don't mean this sex stuff, either. We seem to be getting along the way we should."
Nancy's eyes narrowed as she listened to him. "I don't understand a lot of what has happened, or why it has, Tommy, and I probably never will, but I know one thing-this change in you is better."
Tm going to tell you something, Mom," Tommy said. "Before Dad died, we used to have long talks together. He told me many things, some he probably shouldn't have. He told me about his illness, of course, but he also told me how passionate you were, how you enjoyed sex. He was afraid with him gone, you would start hanging around bars, picking up men for a night, a week. He hoped you would meet someone and remarry, but that didn't happen, as you know. He didn't want you to become involved with some man who would treat you badly, and he made me promise to watch over you.
"I was much younger than now, of course, and I promised him. I didn't know just what he meant.at the time, and I tried to do my best. You remember how I would beg you not to socialize, go to parties. As it was, that wasn't necessary. I don't know if he intended me to watch over you the way I have been this past month, but that's how it turned out. Those girls I used to bring here were part of the plan, in a way. In my way of thinking, and what Dad had told me, you couldn't go long without being screwed, and I wanted to keep you home, not out in some bar with some strange man putting his hands all over you."
Nancy gazed fondly at her son. "I think I can almost understand why you came into my room that afternoon and did it to me, now, Tommy."
He blushed slightly, "Well, I was hoping you'd start something with me after seeing me with girls, but you didn't. I knew you were starting to get horny, and it would be a matter of time before you began looking fox it. I was scared to death when I did that to you."
She moved to stand at the edge of the bed, looking down at him. "I wish I had known what was going on in your mind, baby. I think now, after looking back, I could have made it a little easier for you to seduce me. Since we're being honest with each other, I'll say that I was horrified at first. But I knew I was hoping you would make a pass at me. You see, Tommy, I didn't want to look for strange men, either. The thing about all this I don't understand is Mike and Peggy."
Tommy frowned. "Well, when you and I started this, you seemed so damned eager, so hot, just like Dad had told me, and I thought I wouldn't be enough to satisfy you, that you wanted others. I know, now, that I was wrong, wrong about bringing Mike to you, but I thought that was how you wanted it, Mom. And you were the one who asked for Peggy, drunk or not. And another thing, the way I've been treating you, well, I thought that was the way you wanted- me, that you had this desire to be humiliated by me. I'm not very old, and I'm not very smart, but I understand some things."
"I never wanted either of them, Tommy," Nancy said in a soft voice. "I didn't want them here at all. And about my passions; I would never have gone out looking for a man. I've still got my fingers, you know." She waggled her fingers at him, giggling.
"Sure, and they're a poor substitute for a man, and you know it."
While they talked, Tommy had become erect. Nancy was so damned lovely, so desirable, and she was naked. He had no control over his genitals. With her eyes on his slowly swelling organ, she said: "Will we ever be able to stay away from each other now, darling?"
"I don't know, Mom, but I can't help the way I feel, and neither can you."
"We are going to have to be very careful ... no more outsiders in here. Promise me?"
"I promise," he said, watching the swell of her breasts, the pink nipples that had hardened. "I've never wanted to share you, not once."
"What about... Peggy?" Tommy grinned suddenly. "Peggy is different, Mom. I sort of like her. She's a little nuts, but I like it."
"I'll have to talk to her grandmother," Nancy said. "That is, if you want."
"She'll like staying with us."
"We'll have to show her we care, Tommy. It will take time, as you know. We'll have to help her with this thing she has about affection. How we can do that, I don't know, but we've got to try."
Tommy's eyes had dropped to the dark, gun-metal-colored triangle. "I wish you weren't so sore, Mom."
"Why?" She shot him a lewd grin. "You want a piece?"
"Morning, noon, and night."
Her tongue came out at him once more, playfully. "You sure are a horny little motherfucker, aren't you?"
"I'm homy, all right, and there's no doubt that I am a motherfucker."
"And you aren't the least ashamed of it, are you?" "No more than you are."
"Well, at least that's out of the way," Nancy said. "I was afraid you had a guilt reaction or something. I couldn't stand it if you did. I don't want you to hate me, either. Maybe you will, someday when you grow up, but right now, it's enough that you like me."
"Like you? Mom, I couldn't love you any more than I do."
Nancy's eyes brimmed with tears and love for him. Tommy had taken his hairy testicles in his hand and was gently massaging them. She reached out one hand and stroked along his hardness. "And I love you, darling. And if I wasn't so sore right now, I'd take that thing in me and ride you raw, make it nothing but a nubbin."
"Are you sore ... all over?" he questioned.
A slow smile of wickedness spread over her face. She released his throbbing hardness and turned her back to him. Her hands cupped her buttocks as she twisted her head to peer at him past her shoulder. She spread her buttocks wide, leaning forward slightly, arching her bottom at him. "You two missed this hole, Tommy. Was this what you were thinking about, maybe?"
Tommy stared at the pink pucker, licking his hps. "I think I owe you something, Mom."
"You do? What?" .
"This!" Tommy leaned his face into her bottom, running his tongue along the creamy inner smoothness of her buttocks, then over the crinkled anus. Nancy shivered as his moist tongue fluttered and licked and probed there. She arched her bottom harder into his face as his tongue flew about. "Ohhh, darling!" she crooned, "I love that! Ohhh, it makes me feel so good! Lick me there again, Tommy! Ahhhh, yes! Kiss it for me!"
She felt his tongue stab an inch into her anus, and a tremor rippled up and down her spine. Her passion steamed, and she suddenly jerked from his face, climbing onto the bed and falling to her hands and knees. She wagged her naked bottom lewdly, enticingly, at him.
"Do me there, Tommy!" she groaned thickly, waving her bottom at him. "Ohh, yes! Do me there ... in my ass! Ooooo, baby ... fuck me up my ass!"
Eagerly, Tommy knelt behind the creaminess of her bottom. For a moment he caressed the flawlessly shaped buttocks, exploring the heated flesh he knew so well now. While he caressed and felt, Nancy darted a hand between her thighs as she placed her head down on the pillow. She grasped his dripping hardness, pulling the swollen tip to her bottom and rubbing it up and down the warm split.
'Tut it in me there, Tommy!" she mewled in a lust-filled voice. "Stick your cock up my asshole and fuck me! Fuck me in my asshole!"
Tommy pressed forward, watching the pink pucker there give. With a bit more pressure, he was inside her. Nancy groaned as the exotic combination of pleasure-pain flared within her nakedness and mind. Before Tommy could begin pumping, she was tossing her bottom in a lewd dance of lust, jerking them back and forth, riding his hardness.
"Nice ... so nice!" she mewled, trying to turn her head about to look at him. "I like this, darhng ... I really love this! I'm so glad you're the one doing me this way. I love how it feels in my ass, Tommy! Oooohhhh '... Ahhh ... good ... good! Am I nice and tight for you back there? Am I tight and hot for you in my ass?"
"Oh, yes!" Tommy grunted, pounding his groin against her sugary bottom. "You're tight all over, Mom! Tight pussy ... tight asshole ... tight mouth!"
Nancy could feel the hard, throbbing length of his penis plowing into her bottom and she felt faint with the erotic pleasure. She knew, however, that it wasn't just the pleasure-pain alone that made her feel so good. It was the love she had for him, the love he had for her. She still didn't know what it was about her son that brought her bestial passions to the forefront of her life, and she probably would never know, and she didn't care. All that mattered was he loved her, she loved him. She was his mother^ but she was also his lover, and his penis felt so good inside her boiling body. She didn't care-would never care-where he put his wonderful, sweet hardness in her. Her body was his, every hole of it, every nerve, every fiber.
Someday, she thought just before she felt the hot gush of his semen flood her body, he will leave me. But until that day arrives, I'll have him, and maybe both of us are crazy, crazy with the evil that has trapped us, but until then ... I'll have him and I can't stop it nor do I want to stop it because I can't help it...
