Sarah Snell, formerly Sarah Wilkers, jolted up in bed. For a moment she did not know where she was. The alarm had awakened her from a frightening but exciting dream. She imagined somehow that the alarm was a signal in the dream to everyone that she doing something terribly wrong but irresistibly titillating.
Sarah leaned over and shut off the alarm. It was six in the morning. As always, her recurrent dream slipped away, Sarah remembered only one image. She was sitting in the bathroom adjoining her bedroom and sponging herself clean of the glistening perspiration coating her body. She looked through the partially opened door to the bed. A strong young boy lay there. His powerful legs and chest and loins were completely exposed to her admiring view. Just the sight of his sweat-slicked body made her quiver. Her gaze soon meandered to the adolescent's manhood.
Sara pictured herself smiling with pride and uncommon delight at the memory of the pleasure his penis had just given her. Reluctantly she began to wipe away the creamy drippings from around the mouth of her vagina. Sarah could not get over how large his cock was even in its present mood of deflation. There it lay-soft, floppy, glistening from being so deeply embedded within her just moments before. Sarah saw the long shaft of it lying up along his belly like a serpent and at the very tip end there was one last drop of his cum oozing out.
Sarah could remember his fine young Adonis-like figure from her dreams. She could see his manful penis and his huge testicles. But she never could see his face. The door was never opened far enough. He was a young boy, full of muscles and hot thick cum to hump into her, but Sarah could never see who he was. Indeed, she forced herself not to see who it really was.
By the time Sarah had quit trying to remember her dream and wake up, she realized how excited she was. When she drew one leg up, she felt that warm, swampy feeling between her legs and even this brief movement triggered her clitoris into excitation. Right now she would even have settled for her husband Owen, but as usual Owen was gone on one of his frequent weekend golf dates. Instead she lay back and spread her legs out luxuriously, shamelessly.
"I won't be late to the office," she rationalized.
Sarah had been making a habit of this after her dream. Owen never satisfied her anymore. In fact, he liked to hurt her instead. Owen was turning out to be a bastard, but Sarah didn't want her second marriage to break up, too. Her two teenagers, Lisa and Matthew, by her first husband were her prime concern and another divorce would wreak more havoc upon them. Sarah believed in the family as a unit. Even if it was strained and unsatisfactory, her marriage to Owen was better for the kids than no father at all. At least, Sarah thought so for now.
Sarah's hand slipped down to her pussy and deftly parted her cuntlips. After her dreams just the tip of her index finger nestling against her clit was enough to make her cum with cumlust.
It was a bright sunny morning and the sun lit up the white drapes. The room was cozy and Sarah's entire body came alive as her fingers flicked and reamed her clit.
Sarah knew Matthew and Lisa were up and around in the other parts of the house, but Sarah could not stop herself. It was not the first time either.
"Oooooooooohhhhhhhh," she moaned lowly.
Her head tossed back and forth and her legs just seemed to rise up and spread-eagle by themselves. Sarah wanted now more than ever before the long thick cock of a man. Most any man's would have done. The one she really wanted was the mammoth one protruding from the balls of her lover in her dream.
For a long time, Sarah's imagination had been her sweetest, most comely lover. She concentrated on his dick and made it grow. She felt his strong, masterful but faceless body weighing down between her legs and the tip of his penis, now unbelievably ready, sliding, sliding, sliding farther and farther into her.
"Aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh, oooooooohhhhh!!!!! Ohhhhh! Fuck me, lover! Fuck me good!!" she whispered to him.
Her cries were such that it was just luck the kids did not hear her and come to investigate even though they were both quite respectful of her bedroom privacy.
Suddenly one of her imagined lover's thrusts was so real and strong and his coming so liquid and hot within her that Sarah blinked open her eyes. She could not believe he was not really there. He had just begun pouring out his sperm deep within her. Or so she had imagined. Then the overwhelming thought of him even with her eyes opened made her swoon back into the pillow and spread her legs.
Sarah's heels dug into the mattress and her back arched. Her mouth gaped open and the passion screaming through her cunt came out in aching silence.
As the bridge of muscles began to sink back into the bed, Sarah left her three long delicate fingers inside her pussy. She liked to let them slip out naturally as her dream lover's cock would have done.
In five minutes Sarah would be up and bustling about in her usual morning routine. These morning orgasms always perked her up even though for a few minutes it felt like she would never be able to get out of the bed, much less get the kids breakfast and herself to work.
When she got to the kitchen, Sarah found sixteen-year-old Lisa preparing breakfast for all three of them while Matthew sat at the table reviewing his ninth grade civics book.
"Good morning, Mom," said Lisa. "I was just about to come get you up, sleepyhead."
"Hi, Mom," said Matt distractedly.
"Good morning, Matthew, Lisa. Thanks for fixing breakfast, Lisa. I really needed that extra forty winks this morning."
Sarah thought to herself it would be no surprise to her if Lisa knew exactly what she had been doing all these mornings recently. Lisa was physically and mentally quite precocious.
The three of them sat silently eating, reading, going over in their minds what they would be doing that day. Since Sarah's first divorce, this was their morning ritual. Owen was never there, never had been really, so this was their time for silent unity. They rarely even spoke to one another. They were simply together.
Sarah thought about her children. Lisa was a woman already and eager for life's adventures, which meant sex. She was already taller than her mother. Her breasts, thought Sarah, are as big and full as mine and they bounce about just like mine did when I was her age. Her hips were even wider and her legs and thighs longer than mine.
Lisa's long curly brown hair hung down to the middle of her back. Sarah was letting her wear her first bikini this summer when they all went together to the beach. Lisa caught every man's eyes and leers. It worried Sarah but she knew opposing nature would only cause more trouble. It would be better to encourage and guide her daughter into sex rather than make her think it was wrong.
Then there was her boy Matthew. Up until Sarah's divorce, Matthew had been much more outgoing. But now he was so quiet and serious it worried Sarah. He had turned inward. Matthew was still affectionate with his mother and sister all right and he was even polite to Owen, but Sarah knew that inside Matthew was in tumult. She did not really know what to do.
As Sarah sat thinking and sipping her coffee, she looked at Matthew who still poured over his civis text preparing for a test. The last time she'd seen him on the scale he weighed one hundred and seventy-five pounds. Her son's chest and arms were thoroughly muscled as were his thighs and calves. He had a tight narrow little ass. Matthew had the look of a real he-man.
Matthew had always been big and strong for his age, but now other changes were taking place. On their last beach outing together Sarah saw how thick Matthew's brownish-blonde body hair was becoming. It covered his legs and chest. What else it covered Sarah had only imagined for several months now.
Thinking about Matthew and his developing body naturally brought Sarah to thinking about Matthew's penis and balls. Sarah always wondered why mothers never mentioned these when they were bragging or exclaiming about how well their sons were growing. After all, mothers certainly did notice this about their sons. They just did not think it proper to mention such things, she supposed. Sarah knew Matthew was going to have a very large set of balls and a fine upstanding specimen of a prick. She had seen that long before she had quit showering with him a few years back. His boyish penis had seemed outsized and extremely large for his body. And these days all his pants bulged and cupped around his pubic area just as they did around his powerful thighs. Matthew was embarrassed about it, but even more embarrassed to mention it to his mother. Sarah couldn't do anything about it anyway. She could alter his pantlegs, but not the crotch on a new pair of pants.
Sarah smiled into her cup of coffee. It was amusing really. She had seen Lisa eyeing her brother's straining swimming trunks a few weeks ago at the beach and several times since. Lisa was probably wondering if that was what was in store for her from men. Sarah was staring at Matthew a lot lately, too, wishing she could be so lucky.
Sarah looked at the kitchen clock. It was late.
"All right, you two. Up, up and away in your beautiful balloons to school," she chirped.
Suddenly Sarah noticed that her cunt was wet all over again and that warm squishiness was beginning to smear down over the inside of her thighs. She glanced several times at her son's bulging crotch.
Quickly Sarah made the kids finish their breakfast. She got their books and lunch money to the door just as Lisa flew out. Sarah was barely able to exchange kisses on the cheek with her. Matthew always stopped and kissed her more fully on the lips. He stopped this time at the door and Sarah looked up at him earnestly.
"Matthew," she said with concern, "you worry too much about your studies. Don't worry. You'll get an A honey. You were studying all evening last night."
"Thanks, Mom," he said, smiling gratefully down to her as she slipped the lunch money into his front levi pocket and kept her hand there.
"I tell you what, Matthew," Sarah said to him in a low secretive voice as her other arm went around his trim waist hugging him playfully, "if you get a B or better on the exam, you and I will go out to the movies one evening by ourselves. Okay?"
"Really, Mom?! That would be super!"
"Sure. Why not? We owe it to ourselves," Sarah said, getting up on her tiptoes to kiss her son on the lips a little longer than she should have.
"Mom," said Matthew seriously, "I'm glad you worry about me. It's a good feeling to know somebody is concerned. And you always are about me. That's why I try to behave myself, which is a lot more than I can say for all my buddies at school. You wouldn't believe the hassles they give their parents all the time."
"Oh, yes, I would, Matthew," Sarah said, stepping even closer to him.
"You're great, Mom. I want the three of us to be together always. We're a family and we've got to stick together. That's truly how I feel, Mom. I feel like the man of the family for you and Lisa even though you are married again, Mom."
For a moment Sarah looked deeply into Matthew's eyes. He returned the gaze, almost tearfully.
"Mom, I love you."
"Matthew, I love you, too. So much!"
Sarah began to kiss her son Matthew as she never had before. First she kissed him on each cheek. Then her lips brushed over his face again and again and Sarah saw her son's eyes close blissfully.
Oh, how I want to kiss him like a real woman would a real man, not a mother kissing her son, Sarah thought.
Slowly Sarah's motherly but lush lips pressed softly against her son Matthew's. Sarah hugged him closer and Matthew put one arm around his mother's waist. Sarah's thin old robe and Matthew's white shirt and T-shirt could not eliminate the feel of Sarah's large, well-nippled breasts mashing into her son's suddenly tensed chest muscles.
Sarah told herself she did not want her pussy to wet the inside of her legs again, but it did anyway. As she stood on her tiptoes and the cloth belt of her old robe loosened from age and her own carelessness, her own pubic area was pressed just below her son's crotch. His height was just right-or just wrong. As Sarah kissed and brushed her son's lips with hers, she felt Matthew's prick growing into his pantleg and pressing deliciously between her thighs even through the tight denim material.
Such size and thickness! And his balls! she thought to herself, almost swooning with incestuous passion.
Sarah wanted to roll her hips ever so slightly to excite him, taunt him into an even bigger erection, but she stood still, fighting herself. Instead she brought her hands up around Matthew's neck and pressed her fine motherly bosom into her son's chest and kissed him more deeply, this time stopping just short of Frenching him.
Matthew responded by hugging her closer which drove his bulging erection deeper between her thighs and suddenly up against her swollen clit, for her robe had fallen open now.
Sarah shuddered. She had shocked herself with her sudden desire to fuck her virgin son. She broke off her kiss and stepped back. Sarah and Matthew just looked at one another in disbelief. At first Sarah did not even close up her robe even though Matthew could see her pussy hair, the tiny pink slit buried within it and all of one of her breasts where her robe had fallen open.
Quickly Sarah covered herself, saying, "Oh, Matthew, I'm sorry. This old thing just won't stay on me anymore."
Sarah then gave Matthew a quick kiss on the cheek as she usually did, hoping it would set things right. But deep inside herself Sarah knew it would never be the same again. She knew that few brief moments had brought them so close that they were now something more than mother and son. Sarah didn't know or wouldn't admit what more, but in time, less time than she could imagine, she would find out.
By rushing through breakfast, Sarah had been able to catch up to her normal morning routine. Now she would be able to take a leisurely bath. She considered going in a little early, however, because of Owen. Sarah and the kids never knew when Owen would be coming home. But Sarah knew that if his golf game was off he'd quit early and come home with one thing on his mind. When Owen had a good round he'd also come home with one thing on his mind. Either way, it was the same thing. Sarah figured this morning that the new clubs he'd spent most of her last paycheck on would improve his game enough to keep him out all morning. She could afford a good hot soak.
Once in the bath with the steam fogging up the windows and the bubble bath sudsing over her nudity, Sarah drifted into reveries of her dream cocksman again. Just thinking of him made Sarah's hand roam down to her cuntlips and separate them delicately. With one hand she held them open and with the other she began stroking her flushed clit. Her eyes closed and her knees drew up out of the water and spread out to the very sides of the tub. Sarah slipped two fingers into her quim.
In a few short moments Sarah came. Her dream stud made her pussy run and vibrate shamelessly. Sarah writhed about in the warm water so much it splashed over the sides. Sarah put another finger inside her cunt and shoved all three of them in and out fast and hard like his cock did.
Sarah's body stiffened her back arching. She imagined thick wads of thick cum drenching her twat.
Sarah slumped back into the cooling bath water, satisfied for the moment. She knew she would soon be yearning for the real thing.
The water was chilling now, so Sarah slid down toward the faucet on her fanny and started the water running hot again. The first rush of the falling water cascaded into the tub only inches from her pussy before she could move back. It instantly tickled her vagina lips and made Sarah giggle aloud. Sarah then slid a little closer in and rolled further back on her trim hips and spread her legs apart. She then adjusted the rubber stopper so that the water level would not change. Now Sarah leaned back on her elbows and closed her eyes. She let herself slide all the way down the gradual incline of the tub to the faucet end. First Sarah felt the outer sprays pattering her pussy and then the hot waterfall shocked her clit into ecstasy. The rushing water tore open her cuntlips and gushed against her clit and the pink pussy lining. Sarah's head rolled back and forth from the torture of her building come. Actually she was feeling countless comes exploding like tiny firecrackers in her womb.
Sarah was so come-crazy she didn't .heed the cool draft hardening the big brown nipples of her breasts pointing up out of the white foamy suds. But Sarah came again anyway, wetter than ever.
When she opened her eyes at last, Owen was standing beside the tub in his robe, leering down at her.
Sarah jerked backwards into a sitting position. She was so ashamed now she wanted to cover herself in front of her own husband.
"I didn't hear you come in, Owen. How come you're so early?"
"Never mind when I come and go around here, Sarah my sweet little bitch. That's my business."
"Did you want to use the tub, Owen?" Sarah said, trying to ignore his abuse.
"Looks to me like you were beating yourself off under the faucet. The little slut doesn't get enough, it seems.
"Don't talk like that to me, Owen. I'm your wife."
"But you're also a bitch, Sarah. Or else you wouldn't be doing what you were doing."
Sarah got up and reached for a towel. Owen grabbed her arm and yanked her out over the side of the tub.
"Come with me, bitch. Forget drying off."
"But I'll be late for work, Owen!"
"Stay late tonight, slut. Now if you're going to be a bitch you might as well satisfy me while you're at it."
"No! Owen, don't do this to me again. You can't make me go to bed with you. You can't!"
Owen slapped her. Then he led her into the adjoining bedroom where he shoved her onto the bed. Quickly Owen took off his robe and let it fall to the floor. He was naked. Sarah knew now he had been watching and listening to her all the while she was in the tub.
Owen reached down and grabbed a handful of Sarah's hair. He yanked up and made her sit on the side of the bed as he stood in front of her, penis hanging right in front of her face.
"Now, let's see you give me some head, you bitch!"
"Okay, Owen," Sarah pleaded, "but you don't have to be mean to me, honey."
"Shut up and start eating, whore!" Sarah knew her techniques well and soon her velvety tongue had Owen erect. Owen's cock was by now repulsive to Sarah, short, thick and blunt. Her dream lover's erections were beautiful and powerful. But not Owen's. It was just an ugly weapon for him to abuse her with.
"Get on your back, slut. I'm going to cram my cock up that tight little twat of yours and ream you out, you dirty whore!"
Owen put one hand behind each of Sarah's knees and doubled them over as he slid up to her open cunthole.
"Owwww!!" Sarah winced as Owen rammed his cock in up to the hilt.
At first Sarah felt only pain. Her cunt felt invaded and she tried to expel it. This only turned Owen on more and made him buck into her harder. All of his weight was held up by his hands behind her knees and it was crushing her. Sarah could hardly breathe.
Now Sarah felt the inside of her pussy being expanded by Owen's prick. She was becoming the bitch he wanted and it was making his prick thicker and longer inside her.
"Oh, yes, little Sarah! Feel how big you make me, you sweet cunt!" Owen spat out at her.
Owen was right, too. Sarah's love juices were exuding heavily now and making his thrusts reach farther into her wet pussy. Each time Owen rammed it in her, her clit was scraped deliciously and Sarah began to crave it.
"Owen, you treat me so bad! Damn you! Oh, yes, honey, I need a good, good, good sweet cock cramming! OHHHHHHH, YESSSSS...." she blurted as Owen obliged her once again, "....that's it, lover, fuck your little bitch!
FUCK ME! FUCK MMMMEEEEEE!!!"
Owen let loose of Sarah's legs and she instantly wrapped them around his back and began scraping his shoulder blades with her long fingernails. Sarah forgot that she hated Owen for making her into the slut he wanted and hoped just this once he wouldn't pull his favorite little trick on her.
Sarah arched her back and rolled her head helplessly from side to side and sawed away on his cock in unison to his deep thrusts.
"YES, BABY, SCREW THE HELL OF YOUR LITTLE BITCH!! FUCK ME!! DO ME!!, LOVERMAN!! FUCK ME, YOU BIG DICKED SON OF A BITCH!!"
Owen chuckled deep in his throat. Once again he had brought Sarah to his level where she belonged.
"You want all my cum inside that cunt, don't you?
"Oh, yes, sweet lover! YESSS!!" she said breathlessly.
"And you don't want your Daddy to do like he likes to do so much, do you, little Sarah?"
"Oh, no, honey! NO! NO! I'll make it good to you this way, lover! Here, let me show you, baby!" she said as she began rolling her hips lusciously, making his dick churn thrillingly through the creaminess of her quim.
"Oh, yes, that's very nice, my little bitch. You are my little bitch, aren't you, Sarah?"
"YES, OWEN!! YES! YES!!"
"Tell me then, you slut!"
"I'm your bitch, your whore, your slut, Owen! Anything you want! Now just let me make you come inside me, lover! PLEASE LET ME, LOVER DADDY!!" Sarah begged as her legs tightened around him.
Owen laughed at her and in one sudden movement broke her leg-lock.
"OH, PLEASE DON'T, OWEN!! OWEN!!" Sarah whined, trying to keep him in her clasp.
Owen was too strong for her and quickly had her by the ankles. Sarah reached up with her hands but Owen hit them away and then slapped her face viciously.
Sarah looked down to where Owen was giving her one last cunt-pleasing stroke. She saw his inflated, throbbing penis emerge from her cunt. Owen then clumsily straddled her cushiony bosom, his leg hairs rasping against her nipples. His lust-reddened cock pointed toward her face. Sarah tried pushing his away, but Owen grabbed her wrists and held them down to the mattress. Now right over her, Owen's peter was like a hose poised to erupt with hot, vile cum all over her face.
"OWEN!! NO, OWEN!!"
"BITCH!!"
"Owen, let me drink it down, baby. Here, I'll...." Sarah said quickly, straining up arid barely flicking his cockhead with her tongue tip.
"OH, YES, YOU TEASING LITTLE WHORE!! OOOOHHHH, YEEEESSSSSSSS!!! SWEET BITCH!! UUNNNHHH! UNNHH!!" Owen grunted as his eyes closed and he came.
His prick jerked once and the first shooting of cum burst out and splashed against Sarah's quivering chin. Another cum wad shot out and landed on her cheek and drooled.
Now Owen slid up farther and held his cock right over Sarah's lips and nose. Low sighs mingled with his grunts as he kept spurting out his cum.
Cumwad after cumwad shot out of Owen's prickhead. Thinner and thinner streaks of it dripped and drooled and dangled all over Sarah's chin and cheeks and lips and nose. Owen's eyes remained closed and a blissful smile spread across his face.
"NO, HONEY! AAHHHGGGG!!! AAAGGG!! DON'T! AHG! AHHGGM OWEN, PLEEASSSSSPPPPPGGG!!! SSSSSPPPPPTTTT!!!" Sarah sputtered as her nostrils clogged and began running.
Owen kept smiling as he came on Sarah's face.
CHAPTER TWO
Sarah's life had become a pressure cooker of problems. First there was Owen. Or rather there was not Owen. He was never home and when he was he relished degrading her. Sarah hated it but she had to have a man sometimes.
That was the next problem. Just plain fucking. Sarah could get no loving from Owen and would not from anyone else. All the guys at the office gave up on Sarah long ago. Never did she give any of them the slightest encouragement. After mornings like these she wanted to but didn't. She had wanted a cock to come inside her so bad all that day she could hardly keep her own hands from massaging her clit when she visited the ladies' room. Sarah thought of driving across town and picking up a total stranger just to get balled.
Beneath all this there was something else that troubled Sarah more than anything. It had welled up that morning when she had kissed Matthew. It was something she was fighting to keep down where she couldn't see it for what it was, where she could control it and not let it make her do something she shouldn't. Sarah wouldn't let herself see it but she knew it was there waiting to leap out and drive her insane with desire.
Then there was the eternal problem of money. But this was the only thing Sarah was tackling with any success. Owen was out spending her money so much of the time that he didn't really know how much she was making.
Each week Sarah cashed her paycheck and faithfully forked over forty hours worth of it. She complained often until Owen smacked her. This didn't stop Sarah from working overtime. She then kept the excess for herself and the kids. Matthew helped out by contributing all of his paper route money and Lisa her babysitting cash.
The kids. That was Sarah's biggest worry. It was bad enough they didn't have a father, but now they didn't have a mother several nights a week. They knew she loved them but that wasn't really enough. A mother should be there. Matthew's and Lisa's lives were now beginning in earnest. Sarah didn't want them to become bitter and unhappy before they started. It looked like the odds were against them and Sarah couldn't think of anything that would really help. Sarah couldn't face another divorce, not yet. That would still leave them fatherless anyway.
For now Sarah had to try to keep the lid on the cooker. But she couldn't keep her true desires from simmering beneath.
By that Saturday morning Sarah had a chance to deal with one of her problems, the kids and their growing up.
The night before Owen had confiscated her check money and left her enough to pay a few overdue bills. After all, Owen couldn't arrange his golf dates without a phone. But Sarah had put in fifty-three hours the week before and the extra was going toward a little shopping trip she and Lisa had planned for some time. Lisa had been helping her mother conceal the overtime from Owen by cleaning the house and cooking dinner for herself and Matt in the evening.
That morning they got up and made breakfast. Matt was making his monthly collections that morning. Sarah and Lisa were sipping coffee after doing the dishes and discussing the ads in the paper.
"Mom," Lisa blurted, "Matt wants to know the facts of life."
"He what!?"
"He asked me if I knew the facts of life yet. He and I talk over everything, Mom. His school library doesn't have books like that."
Sarah laughed a little out of surprise. "Well, what about the city library, Lisa?"
"It's a restricted file and somebody's always there watching you while you're looking through the books, some old lady usually."
"That would discourage a young boy as shy as Matt," her mother sympathized.
"He asked me because he thought Owen would laugh at him and because he thought it might embarrass you if he asked you. Would it, Mom?"
"A little, I guess, but I wouldn't be mad at him. He's growing up now, Lisa. It's right that he should be curious. By the way, what about you, Lisa? I told you about periods, but what about the rest?
How much do you know?"
"Mom," Lisa began in that tone kids reserve for square parents, "both of us know the basic facts of life. That much is in our science tests. A man and a woman have intercourse and the sperm fertilizes an egg in the female and she gets pregnant. Everybody knows that."
Sarah marveled at how little of this she had known at Lisa's age. "Goodness, daughter, what else is there?"
"Oh, Mom! Everything!"
"For instance, young lady."
"For one thing, VD. The kids hear a lot about it but all they know is that the school board won't allow the teachers to explain it or how to prevent it."
"And what else?"
"Well, gosh, Mom, there's a lot more to sex than just being able to make babies, isn't there?"
"Exactly what does that mean, Lisa?"
"You know, Mom," Lisa said, blushing a little.
Sarah thought perhaps she was being a little too arch and parent-like because of Lisa's surprising frankness. Sarah realized how repressive her parents had been and she decided to be understanding with Lisa.
"I really don't know what you mean, Lisa. Go ahead and tell me. It's all right."
"All right," said Lisa, taking a deep breath. "What Matthew really wants to know is how to fuck with a girl. And not just lay down and get between her legs. Really how to do it to her good, Mom. That's what I want to know, too. How to fuck my man so he'll love me like crazy."
Sarah was not ready for this, but she was committed.
"I can help you in two ways, Lisa. First, I can tell you two what I know from having lived longer and done more than you both. I can tell you, Lisa, what I've done to please the men I've known. 'Fucked,' as you say. What I've done to them to drive them a little crazy for me. And I could tell Matthew what some men have done to me and with me that made me get all quivery and excited inside and made me want to 'fuck them good,' as you say. But I'm...."
"Momma, you mean you've been to bed with men besides Owen and my real father?"
"Well, Lisa, there were stretches when your father was on the road for a long time. And I didn't remarry for several years. I could tell Matthew some of the things I learned in those days, but I am his mother and there are limits to the love and understanding between a mother and son."
"Why?" Lisa asked simply.
"Let's not be changing the subject," said Sarah, though her mind was suddenly asking itself the same question. "Now, where were we? Oh, yes. On a personal level Matt will have to find out these things from a girl friend."
"But he doesn't have any girl friends, Mom!"
"Well, not anything serious, but that will change."
"No, Mom. Matthew doesn't have any. I mean it. He doesn't even flirt. I've seen him at school."
"I knew Matthew was shy but not that shy."
"I know, Mom. He's really crazy about some of them, too."
"At any rate, Lisa, I won't be able to tell him about the techniques that turn me on as a woman because I'm family. That would be incestuous."
"So?" said Lisa.
"Lisa! Really, there are limits."
"I don't see why, Mom. I think Matt looks like a real good stud. I wish he weren't my brother. I'd let Matthew bust my cherry anytime."
Sarah was inwardly aghast at her daughter, not at what she was saying and desiring but the fact that Sarah herself was secretly yearning for the same thing.
"Lisa, dear daughter, back to reality, please. What I can do for Matthew and you is to use some of that extra money I've saved to further the sexual education of my kids."
"How's that, Mom?"
"Never mind. You'll see when we get downtown."
Sarah spent the day in bookstores. She started the kids' own personal sex library. First Sarah wanted to make sure they knew all the scientific facts about reproduction. She bought them a beautifully written book that explained the entire process from beginning to end in great detail. It also covered birth control, venereal disease, so-called deviant sexual behavior and some of the emotional aspects of sex. This book made sex beautiful, even to Sarah, who wondered. The book should have. It cost thirty dollars.
Downtown Sarah discovered that the paperback bookstores had the same books on sexual technique as the other stores and were less expensive. Sarah bought all the "Sensuous" books. She bought several editions from the freer-thinking Scandinavian countries. Sexual diversity and pure pleasure for its own sake were the themes in these books: positions, devices, perversions, anything but violence. There was even a real photo of two men fucking a petite, large bosomed girl, like herself, in one of the books. Their expressions were such that Sarah knew they could not be shamming.
It was fortunate that Sarah had had the foresight to send Lisa window shopping elsewhere because Sarah then began browsing through the pornographic novels. All of them left her cold-except one.
Sarah waited until her female presence cleared out all the starving men in the narrow aisle. Then she began reading the book in earnest. Just looking at the cover had convinced Sarah she would dig it.
On the cover in the background of the picture was a table with two settings and two candles burning that illuminated the scene in the foreground. A woman, about her own age, Sarah guessed, was leaning back against the kitchen sink where the dinner dishes awaited washing. The woman was wearing high-heeled slippers. Her long hair was falling casually out of a French twist. She was wearing a full-length, see-through robe that was opened and falling down over her shoulders. A boy, at least a head shorter than the woman, was standing close in front of her. Eagerly the boy was sucking one of the woman's lush full breasts. He was naked, his clothing laying scattered about the kitchen. He was leaning against the length of the woman's long legs and thighs and belly as he was sucking her big tittie and looking up into her eyes yearningly. The woman looked down at him seductively while her one hand held him behind the neck, urging him and holding him immobile at the same time, and while her other hand disappeared between their pressed bodies far beneath the boy's waist.
Sarah bought a copy and slipped it into the bottom of her purse. The title was The Sensuous Mother.
The kids really liked their new sex library. They learned a lot both scientific and sensuous. So did Sarah.
Of course, it was silently understood between the three of them that Owen was not to know about it. It would tip him off to Sarah's extra money. Besides that, Owen was a prude, despite being a bedroom hypocrite. To Owen sex was pornography.
Sarah's Sensuous Mother remained hidden. That same night after the kids had fallen asleep and before Owen got home, Sarah got the book out of its hiding place in the closet. She began reading it.
Sarah realized the people and plot were not very real, but she nevertheless felt a kinship to them. The pressures and unhappiness of the outside world made them turn to incest.
By the end of the first chapter Sarah had her short nightie pulled up over her large, erect nipples and was lazily stroking her clitoris with her forefinger. She was hardly aware of what she was doing, she was so engrossed in the sensuous mother's search for a boy lover. By the end of the book the mother had seduced her young son and they were happily fucking one another every night and sleeping together without the slightest regard for the taboos of the outside world.
Sarah experienced several small tingling orgasms during the three hours she spent reading the novel, but when the cock-craving mother finally seduced and stole the virginity of her thirteen-year-old son, Sarah came all over the three fingers she had inside her cunt. Sarah came so hard she spread her legs out into the air and placed the opened book down against her wet, matted pussy hair and rubbed the pages in between her cuntlips against her clit. Sarah soaked the pages with her jism.
During the next week Sarah bought several more porno novels. She didn't like any of them nearly as much as the ones about family members fucking each other incestuously. Particularly Sarah got the hottest reading, while stroking her clit, when the books were about young lewd mothers seducing little neighbor boys and eventually their own hesitant, virginal sonny boys. Sarah loved it when they lived happily ever after sleeping and fucking with each other whenever the mothers could make their little boys' dicks hard enough.
* * *
Sarah's only real friend was Marianne. She was the first black girl to work in the office and from the way the men acted, the best looking woman in any shade. But Marianne was a lot like Sarah. She was polite but kept her distance from the other women and especially the men. Sarah was a family person. Marianne had been a joiner but people couldn't seem to accept her sense of freedom and sensuality. Sarah and Marianne saw kindred spirits in one another. They started having their lunches together.
Sarah wanted to invite Marianne over for dinner but Owen was also a bigot besides a sadist. But Sarah was worried about her plunge into porno and thought she could talk with Marianne about it. She invited Marianne over for a Saturday evening dinner anyway. They went shopping together during the day.
Sarah bought for the kids. Marianne kept trying to make Sarah loosen up and spent just a little on herself, but Sarah felt better knowing the kids would be in a little better style.
By noon they were worn out. Deliberately they had made no plans until Sarah took Marianne to her house for dinner. They went back to Marianne's apartment, deciding to do whatever came into their heads as long as it did not involve any more exertion than loafing required.
Marianne insisted that they go one more place, though. Philipe's. Sarah had never heard of it but she never forgot it either. A few months later Sarah became a regular customer because of her son Matthew.
Philipe's was an erotic shop. It was small and cramped but somehow intimately tucked away in a basement under a beauty salon. There was one department for erotic clothing, one for various devices of delight, one for books and films, and several other areas Sarah never visited that first trip.
Sarah was aghast and barely able to keep her composure. Marianne got a kick out of Sarah's blushes. Sarah couldn't even look at the section with its immense latex penises with those springy ticklers on the ends. She managed to look more casual in the clothing section. Most of the panties were crotchless. Some of the nighties had the nipples uplifted and cut out. Some of the G-strings for men made Sarah's pussy just a little wet just to hold them up and look at them. One was made to stretch until the penis burst through a hole in the material. Sarah imagined the gigantic penis of her dream lover growing up through the hole while she straddled him and slipped it through the lace-trimmed slit in her panties.
Marianne could not persuade Sarah to buy, though. She only looked. Marianne bought a baby doll nightie that was very sheer, very short and very lavendar. It was probably the tamest nightie there. What really raised Sarah's eyebrows was that Marianne also purchased a pair of those elastic men's panties with the hole for his erection to pop through. To top it off, M. charged both items to her account. Marianne really was very shameless and naughty.
Finally they went to Marianne's apartment. Saturday afternoon with her best friend and no worries ahead for the rest of the day called for a little celebration. Marianne fixed Sarah a Pink Lady. After Sarah finished it, she said, "That tasted like another one, M."
After the second one, Sarah said, "Marianne, I think I'm getting just a little bit drunk."
"Well, good! It's about time you loosened up some. And I'm glad I'm a party to it, too."
As they drank and talked Sarah began looking around Marianne's apartment. She never really had before.
"You sure do have a lot of books, Marianne."
"Yeah, television just doesn't do it for me, so I read like crazy. Want to borrow some of them?"
Sarah stood up, swaying just a little.
Woooooo, I wasn't ready for that."
She went to the bookcases that lined one whole wall. Once there she saw that Marianne had all kinds of books including a huge library of pornographic books.
"You read these kinds of books, too, Marianne?!"
"Every word, honey!"
"Marianne!"
"Can't deny it, Sarah. They're a turn on for me."
"How long have you been reading porno books, M?"
"Oh, wow, longer than I can remember. You know, Sarah, I used to think something was wrong with me. I'd read where very few women enjoyed dirty books like men did. But pretty soon I discovered I was different period."
"Like how? I never noticed anything that . .
"That's why we get along so well, Sarah."
"But really, Marianne, different like how?"
"Being black for starters. Being black and working where we do for seconds. Do you realize, Sarah, I was only the third black woman ever hired by that company?"
"How do you know that?"
"I used to fuck the personnel director."
Sarah still wasn't used to all of Marianne's quirky jokes. The personnel director was Miss Mellowfellows. Marianne could say something like that without cracking a smile.
"Besides," Marianne went on, "I'm tall. Five-ten. Men don't like being looked down on by a woman, especially a black one who is polite and won't spread her legs apart for them."
"They don't have any right to expect that."
"Men do, Sarah, and don't ever believe they don't."
"Is that all that makes you so weird?"
"I'm thirty-one, Sarah, and never even wanted to get married. That is very bad, again especially for a black woman. I left my home back east because my folks, as much as I love them, wouldn't let me alone. Always trying to get me hitched up with some 'decent' local boy. They were pitch black and glued to the ghetto, Sarah. I'm me and nobody else. It took me a long time to appreciate myself as a good and unique person just as I was. I was always trying to change myself into what other people said was right and good and normal. It made my life miserable. That's why I came out here and began doing exactly what I pleased.
Sarah was surprised and moved by Marianne expressing her deeply felt emotions. It brought them closer together.
"Sarah, I'm proud of the fact that I have a nice big apartment in a lily-white section of town and I'm proud of the fact that I keep my private life private. That's one thing I've always liked about you, Sarah, You never asked about my love life or wanted to talk about husbands or boy friends."
"That doesn't mean I wasn't curious."
"There are men in my life, Sarah, more than you'd imagine, too."
"Marianne, we've talked about men at lunch a lot."
"Yes, but you weren't trying to wheedle anything out of me. You weren't wondering anything about me and trying to confirm or deny like all the rest of the girls in the. office."
"Confirm or deny what, Marianne?"
"Come on now, Sarah, you know what they say about me behind my back at work."
"Marianne, I swear I don't."
"Now, Sarah...."
"Really, I don't."
"Really?" asked Marianne uncertainly. "Well, now I would like to know what gossip I missed."
Marianne laughed and hugged Sarah right there on the large plush sofa. Sarah caught her laughter.
"Well, what, Marianne?" insisted Sarah.
Marianne sat back. The tears in her eyes were from more than laughing.
"Sarah, do you think I'm a Lesbian?"
Oddly, Sarah wasn't stunned by that question. The drinks had made her even more honest and forthright.
"Marianne, I think anybody could go for you. And I don't doubt they do, men or women."
"If I were, what would you do, Sarah?" asked Marianne expectantly.
"I'd be going to lunch with you, going shopping with you and having you over for dinner just like I am tonight, Marianne."
Marianne reached out and put her arm on Sarah's.
"Sarah, you're all right, girl."
"What turns you on is your business-and mine only if you want to share it with me. Fair enough?"
Marianne leaned over and kissed Sarah on the cheek.
"Fair enough, Sarah."
"Marianne, there is one thing I want to ask you. Can I borrow some of your books?"
"Sure. Which ones?"
Sarah got up and went back over to the shelves and picked out several she'd spotted that were right down her alley, pornographic and incestuous.
"Mommies do love their little boys," teased Marianne.
Sarah then told Marianne all about her growing porno library in her closet. She told her how it excited her and made her all wet at night in her own bed. Sarah said she'd bring some of them over because there were now too many to hide anymore.
"You know, Sarah, there is a way to make reading them even better than ever. That goes for being with a good man, too."
"The only man I've had for six years is Owen and you already know I'm not getting anything out of that."
"That's all the more reason."
"For what?"
Marianne got up and walked over to Sarah by the bookcase. She took a small jar off the top shelf. Sarah was pretty sure she knew what it contained.
"Marianne, I don't even smoke cigarettes, much less those. Owen would kill me. Really he would!"
"Who's going to tell him? I'm not."
"Nobody, but...."
"He could use some, too. But he probably wouldn't and I don't want you getting into any more trouble than you already are."
"What do you mean already?"
"You already told me he's no good to you and the kids."
"Yes, but these are bad enough," Sarah said, holding up her books. "Smoking grass would be too much."
"Well, it's up to you, girl. You can smoke here with me if you change your mind."
"But it's almost time to leave for my house, Marianne."
"Now, Sarah, we've got at least an hour, and besides, I thought we weren't on a schedule today."
"Even so, I wouldn't want the kids to suspect."
"Hell, Sarah, I'd bet they know more about weed now than you ever will."
"They are more up to date than I was at their age."
"They'll be able to tell you've been drinking, not that you've been smoking weed."
"Well, I am a little tipsy, Marianne. That's true."
"Just to prove my point, Sarah, I smoked a whole jaybird just before you got here this morning. I've been high all day. I'm just now coming down."
Marianne winked and smiled at Sarah, eager to share with Sarah her wicked sensuality.
"Come on, Sarah, The kids will never notice. It'll just seem like we're all having a good time, that's all."
"I'd better not, Marianne. I'm still not over how much I get turned on by reading about mothers seducing their own little boys yet."
Sarah realized she had let slip out a little more than she wanted, but she and Marianne were too close now for holding anything back, so she decided it was all right.
"Whatever turns you on, Sarah. Do you mind if I smoke one before we get ready to go then?"
"Whatever turns you on, Marianne," laughed Sarah.
They both sat down again and at least Sarah learned how to smoke one from her girl friend.
They were both silent for some time. Marianne was inhaling deeply and enjoying the results. She also was directing her exhalations as much as possible in Sarah's direction. Soon Sarah began to lose her sense of urgency about leaving for dinner. She just sat there and relished sipping her drink. After a time, Marianne got up and gestured to Sarah as if to say she'd be right back. She went into the hallway toward her bedroom.
Sarah sat there and looked at the smoldering joint in the ashtray. She realized she was getting high from being close to the smoke, but it didn't bother her as she thought it would. It felt extremely relaxing and quite different than just having drinks. Without really thinking about it Sarah picked up the jay and took a short puff on it. She inhaled slowly. It burned and stung her throat on the way down but she figured that meant it was working. Sarah then closed her eyes and held her nose and blew as she had seen Marianne do a few minutes ago.
"I changed my mind," Sarah yelled out to Marianne.
"I thought you might. Good, isn't it?" Marianne yelled back.
Then Marianne came back through the hallway door. Sarah watched her with sudden interest. Marianne was wearing the lavendar nightie she'd bought at Philipe's. It was held up by two thin straps that dipped very low before beginning to swing across Marianne's large lush breasts.
Marianne walked quite slowly across the living room and posed herself before Sarah. Marianne's long milk-chocolate legs led Sarah's eyes down to her slight ankles and the silver high-heeled slippers she wore. Then Marianne leaned over and reached for the still smoldering jay that Sarah still held lightly in her lips. Sarah could not help but gather in the firmly swaying breasts of her black friend. Marianne dragged in deeply and held her breath. Then Sarah noticed something.
"Marianne, those aren't the panties that came with the nightie. My goodness, where on earth did you get those?"
"Like them, love?" Marianne said, turning in a circle.
"They're so much smaller!" exclaimed Sarah.
Sarah stared at the yellow G-string which contrasted sweetly with the silky, brown skin tone of Marianne's hips and flaring bottom. A small triangle of yellow net covered Marianne's pussy mound inadequately. Her rich, thick, curly cunny hair overflowed every side of the sheer yellow triangle. As Marianne turned on the balls of her feet, Sarah could see the thin yellow strands disappear completely into her asscrack, leaving her wide brown expanse of ass open to Sarah's gaze.
"There isn't any rear to your lovely panties."
"I know, Sarah."
"No man could resist that, Marianne."
"No man does, Sarah. And no woman could-if I were that way."
"I couldn't ever wear anything like that, Marianne."
"You're wrong, Sarah. Come with me and I'll show you."
Sarah took another light but burning tug on the jay and followed Marianne's undulating display of black hips and thighs into her black-walled, mirror-lined bedroom. Inside, Marianne led her to the bed and sat her down, brushing against her slightly in doing so. Marianne went to the closet and opened the doors.
"Since we should both have something special like this and since you would not buy one for yourself, I'll just have to give you one of mine."
Marianne then reached in and pulled free a long pink nightgown that opened down the front like a robe. In a moment Sarah was out of her clothes and backing up to where Marianne held it open for her. Sarah let the gauzy chiffon material slide down over her naked body. Then Sarah turned to look up to the taller Marianne.
Marianne tilted her head approvingly. Marianne subtly thrust out her hips to Sarah. Sarah looked down and Saw Marianne's pussy hairs overflowing the yellow triangle of her own panties and brushing and entangling with the lighter but just as bushy down of her own pussy.
Sarah thought of how painful her life had been and how good she felt now in contrast. She looked up to Marianne. Sarah saw the jay she was holding. She reached over and guided Marianne's hand to her own lips. Then she let her hand down and leaned her head back. Marianne pressed the jay further in and held it while Sarah drew the smoke in deeply, basking in the searing cascade of smoke in her throat. Marianne held her softly behind the neck and ever so slightly drew Sarah into her so their bodies molded together. As Sarah hit long and hard on the jay for the first time, Marianne inhaled the smoke left over as it rose to her nostrils.
Marianne was thrilling inside at the feel of Sarah's heavy, darkly nippled breasts rising up into hers.
"Now, you've got one just as nice as mine, Sarah," Marianne said to her softly.
"Hmmmm, I love it already, M. Thank you so much."
"I've got lots of nice things like that, Sarah. My best girl would have one anyway."
Sarah sighed in thanks, still holding the smoke. Marianne twitched at the sharp movement of Sarah's nipples against her breasts. Then Sarah stood up on her tiptoes and kissed Marianne with her moist lips. Marianne sighed and let her arms slide down along the long filmy sleeves of Sarah's nightgown. Marianne kissed her back but had to control herself.
Marianne knew she could seduce Sarah then. But if she did, Sarah would later feel she had been drugged and tricked into it. It would shock her into a rejection of Marianne. Marianne knew this. It had happened to her before. Marianne would wait. It would be worth it. She looked down once more at the nakedness of Sarah's firm petite hips and ass and the lush motherliness of her big-nippled titties and she knew it would be worth it.
Sarah was lost in her high, aware Marianne was helping her dress to go to dinner, but dreaming of other things. For an instant Sarah saw what it all meant to her. Sarah wanted her son Matthew to fuck her. Sarah Wilkers wanted her fourteen-year-old son Matthew on top of her fucking her to a rich cream cum. Fucking her every single night, even the seven nights a month she would bleed sweetly, fluidly over his cock as it drilled in and out of her deep, tight cunt. Sarah wanted to be Matthew's incestuous momma cunny. Humping under and over him every night and in the morning, too, before he went to school and she went to work. Squealing under him and just as much squealing over him as she was holding out her arms to the sky and sitting up and down on his big thick cock and listening to the beautiful sounds of her cunt squishing through the flood of cum she would make him spurt into her, into his own mother's open, hotly craving pussy.
CHAPTER THREE
Matthew saw right away what Sarah had noticed about Marianne's casuals. Marianne wore low-cut hip huggers, lavendar again, that exposed her belly and the dimples on her lower back. Matt could see the panties she wore leaving a scanty silhouette all the way around her hips. The hip huggers were sheer enough for him to see that the panties were black. Marianne's blouse was a matching lavendar and tied loosely in a knot beneath her breasts. Matthew tried in vain to make out some outline of a brassiere beneath the sheer blouse but he couldn't really see one.
Dinner was served. They all ate heartily and talked vivaciously. Marianne seemed to fit right in.
It was now that Marianne began to put her plan to work. After dinner they all sat and talked a while and then decided to play some music. All this time Marianne was quite high on the weed and feeling no pain. She purposely paid more and more attention to Matthew and finally asked him to dance. To Marianne's surprise Matthew was a very good dancer. His body moved rhythmically to every beat and his moves were instinctively sexual.
Lisa had a date that night and left early. Sarah who was still high didn't dance but watched Matt and Marianne. She, too, was mellow and still feeling some of the same deep sexual urges that Marianne was feeling. Sarah fought herself, though, by going into the kitchen and washing the dishes.
Marianne and Matthew took a break and were looking at some of the books Sarah had bought for him. Marianne was learning from Matt's comments what turned him on.
Sarah came back into the living room with her sweater on.
"Marianne, I don't have a thing to drink in the whole house. I'll be right back."
"Oh, don't on my account, Sarah."
"Marianne, I want something to drink!" Marianne laughed along with Matthew.
"I'll be back in twenty minutes," said Sarah.
"Come on, Matt," Marianne said after Sarah left, "let's dance some more. It's been so long I forgot how much I enjoyed it."
"Okay, Marianne. What do you want to hear?"
"I'll pick something out, but whatever we do let's stop looking at all these books about sex and screwing. After a while it gets me a little horny."
Matthew laughed self-consciously.
"And I wouldn't want to gobble you right up the very first time I laid eyes on you," said Marianne as she giggled and leaned against Matt girlishly.
It was then that Marianne stole a quick glance at the young boy's crotch. His pants were nicely full but Marianne saw only a slight expansion from earlier. She put on some soul ballads. By the time the album clicked onto the turntable Marianne had Matt's eyes riveted to her body. No one was there to make him keep up appearances, so Matthew looked right at her nipples which poked into her blouse. He looked right at her belly and down to her hips and pussy. Marianne proudly let him gape at the way her pussy mound pooched out against the tight hip huggers. Marianne knew a young boy stud was in front of her but his candid gaze was that of a man, which even Matthew did not realize.
When the soul began, Marianne molded into Matt's body. Matthew led her expertly. When the next number started Marianne put Matthew's left arm around her waist along with his right. She then wrapped both her arms around his neck.
Then Marianne tortured Matthew wickedly. Sometimes she played her nipples against his chest delicately, for now her nipple buds were hard and springy. Sometimes she just let her firm massive breasts mash into him. Matt felt his chest being smothered by these two brown pillows. A few times Marianne let her pussy mound melt into his crotch. Slowly she worked into him, trying not to make her pressure seem like one movement but rather like an effect of the music.
Marianne soon felt Matthew's penis growing down his pantleg. All this time Marianne kept up a whisper-like flow of her hot moist breath against Matt's earlobe. Occasionally Matthew quivered right there in her arms, unashamed and helpless. Marianne felt Matthew unsuccessfully suppressing his sighs.
Matthew lost track of time. Marianne did not. She must put Matthew in the mood for his future seduction and worry about Sarah later. Marianne began to tease him. First she stood on her tiptoes as another ballad began. Matthew was held still. Marianne put her lips to his ear and began blowing and kissing and nipping him. She took his entire ear into her mouth and licked it over and over. Matt could only hold her more tightly and feel his body humming against her hot chocolate skin.
Marianne didn't let him go. Slowly she brushed her lips onto his cheek and around to his chin and then ever so slowly upward to his lips. Matt was motionless except for the quivering he could not help. Marianne brushed his lips with hers and then slithered her tongue between his yielding lips.
Marianne's hips were rolling almost unnoticeably but they were pressing into Matthew and squeezing his balls and cock. Marianne was high enough to be able to feel his cock growing further down his pants.
Matthew drowned in her kiss but could still feel her cunny mound rubbing against him and her breasts and nipples mashing and digging into him. As Marianne plunged her tongue deeper into his mouth, Matt began to respond like the man he really was. He felt his own tongue circling hers and molding into its wet contours. Matthew felt Marianne's first shivering, uncontrolled twitch.
Soon Marianne felt his fingertips tracing her hips and thighs and then cupping her wide firm asscheeks. She felt them venturing around to her bellybutton and then upward where his hands wrapped softly around her breasts.
Marianne stopped. She drew her lips away and let down off her tiptoes.
"Let's dance some more, Matthew, honey," she said breathlessly into his ear. "Oh, that was wonderful, big man. I just couldn't help kissing you, you naughty dude. I'll bet you keep all the girls and ladies in the neighborhood squealing underneath you all the time."
"Underneath me? Oh, yeah! I mean, not really, Marianne."
"Oh, come on, Matty. You can tell Marianne."
"Really, I don't, Marianne. Honest!"
"Honest!?" she feigned surprise.
"Honest!" Matt replied in genuine innocence. "I'm only fourteen, Marianne."
"But you're so big. Look at these muscles and-" she continued while she slipped her hand down to his pants, "-feeeeeel this big hard thick penis down here."
Matthew quaked in her knowing touch.
"Look how long and big around it is," said Marianne as she wrapped her hand around the bulge in the material.
Marianne could really feel it growing now.
"Matthew! My goodness! It's growing in my hand!"
"I can't help it, Marianne. Oh, please, stop!"
"But why, loverboy?"
"Marianne! Please!"
Marianne stroked him ever so slowly while he begged.
"PLEASE!!"
"It's all right, honeyman," she said, still stroking. "We don't have time to fuck now. Your momma is due back. But I don't want my loverman to be horny. So let Marianne just jack you off a little, okay, baby? I'll make it feeeeeel soooooooo gooooood!!"
Marianne concentrated now on Matt's bulging cockhead.
"Oh, Marianne!!"
"Just let yourself come, babydoll. Just let it all shooooot out, big man!" she whispered to him.
"OH!! OHH!! OOOHHH!! MARIANNE!!"
"Spurt it out, Matty! Shoot it out for me!!"
'OOOOOOHHH, IT'S CUUUMMIINNNGG I!"
"Squirt it, you sweet little loverboy!!"
Marianne felt his cock jolting in her grasp and his cum soaking through the material around his prickhead.
"Shooot it, lover! Shoot it up my pussy-someday. Or some night, honeyman!"
It was then that they both heard Sarah driving back. Matthew panicked but Marianne took charge.
"Matthew, go into the bathroom and clean yourself off. When you come back out keep your shirt tail out and you can take off your tie. Here, let me."
Marianne took off his tie. Not too quickly but in plenty of time for Matthew to get into the bathroom.
"I'll take off my shoes and change the records. Your mother will think we're just beginning to get relaxed."
Matthew was quaking in in Marianne's arms. "Matthew, calm down! Everything is all right, honey!"
Marianne rose up and kissed him again. Then she nudged him toward the bathroom.
The threesome stayed up quite late. Marianne and Sarah drank quite enough to keep themselves happy and they even let Matthew have some. They all danced and talked and laughed boisterously. Marianne left at two in the morning. First she had to help Sarah out of her clothes and into bed. She noticed how Matthew looked at his mother's lush body while he helped lift her into the bed. Sarah had gotten drunk for the first time ever. It was then that Marianne teased Matthew out to her car with a firm squeeze of his cock beneath his untucked shirt.
"Get in the other side so we can talk a while, lover."
Marianne then discussed her plans to paint her apartment. She told Matt he could earn a little extra money if he helped her.
"I might even let you fuck me, loverman."
Matthew gaped, his gaze wandering over her breasts.
Marianne stared back at him frankly. "Do you like them, Matthew?"
Matthew bit his lip and hoped she wouldn't tease him forever.
Marianne scooted in beside Matthew. She still restrained herself. First Marianne reached up and slowly pulled apart the ends of the lavendar bow that tied her blouse in under her tits. She let the ends hang there, not yet apart completely. The chocolate skin between her breasts was Matthew's to behold. She smiled at him.
"More?" she offered.
Matthew shook visibly there beside her.
With two delicate fingers on each lavendar end Marianne drew the material apart fully. Her big brown titties burst into view. Then she arched her back gracefully and her hardening nipple buds beckoned to the boy stud beside her. Marianne's nipple buds pointed out like thimbles. The large almost brown-black area surrounding the buds grew little lumps of excitation and the only things causing it were the cool breeze through the car window and the hot eyes of Matthew.
Marianne slipped her palm around Matt's neck and massaged him gently.
"Do you like them now?"
"Oh, yes, Marianne!"
Marianne nudged him with her hand. Matthew feared it was all too good to be true and held back momentarily. Marianne persuaded him by turning to face him and then cupping one of her breasts to breast feed him. She kneaded and tweaked the nipple into a longer, harder little peg of brown flesh and then held the whole breast up to him.
"Oh, Marianne!" he sighed as his head descended.
"Don't 'Oh, Marianne' me, Matthew. Suck me. Suck my big round titties good. That's right. Like that. Your lips are so wet and warm on my nipples, oooooooo, loverman! Suck meeeee!!!"
Matthew listened but did not answer. His penis grew hard and long once again. Once again, Marianne squeezed his cock.
"Already?! Why you big-dicked stud you!"
Matthew sucked and teethed on her nipple, feeling its hardness and length, while Marianne once more had the head of his stiff prick between her two knowing fingers.
"Now the other one, sweet lips," she teased.
Matthew kissed her in her deep cleavage before reaching the other nipple with his lips.
"Oh, my, yes, Matthew! Oh, suck it, baby!"
Matthew was so enthralled in her smothering breasts that he did not realize it when Marianne had worked his pants open and extracted his rigid cock.
Marianne said to him as she gently lifted his head away from her gratefully aching and teeth-marked bosom, "Now lean back against the seat, loverboy. There! That's the way. My, my, look at this big devil!"
Marianne stared at his darkly purpled manhood. It thrust out at least six inches from his pants which covered some more of it at the base. It was twitching, too.
Marianne slid one hand slowly up his leg while he watched. Her hand circled his prick and pressed against his balls. Then without touching him except for his pubic hair she ovaled her fingers around his cock and traveled up its length and then back down again. She repeated this several times-slowly-until Matthew, whose whole body was taut and quivering, felt her enclosing fingers and palm barely scraping his prepuce and underskin. At her first grazing touch he bolted electrically.
"OOOHHH!!! OH!! OH!!!" Matthew yelped.
Marianne offered him no solace. She merely smiled up at him wickedly, knowing his pleasure-plight and not about to help him out of it.
Matthew's arms were over the backs of the seats as if tied there. He was holding on for life, looking down at Marianne as she began to lean down over his cockhead.
Huskily she said, "And now let's show Marianne just how much jism you've really got for her in these big balls."
Nimbly her fingers held his prick still and pulled back the skin, stretching it to a supersensitive tautness. Marianne then with her other hand cupped one of her titties and leaned completely over Matt's prick. Matt watched wide-eyes as her nipple bud poked and prodded and tweaked, itself against his prickhead. She brushed it over his prepuce and his peehole-cumhole. Then she turned her head and looked up at him into his dancing eyes, never stopping her unerring manipulations over his raw, blood-gorged cockhead.
Suddenly Matthew's breath rushed in and held.
"Marianne, I can't hold it much longer!"
"Oh, what a shame!" she teased him bitchily.
Marianne then lowered her hand from his head to his balls. She pulled down on them and squeezed them. They ached with boiling spermy pleasure. She smiled up at him and slipped her tongue out of her full-lipped mouth. She wetted her lips so juicily it caused a drool of spittle to drip from her lower lip down onto her chin where it shined in the moonlight and then dropped onto his prick.
"What ... , what are you gg ... , going to do, Mari ... , Marianne?" Matthew choked out.
Marianne turned her head sideways and lowered her lips to his throbbing cockhead. Her lips ran up and down his length and settled on his blood-red prepuce. She sucked air like a vacuum. Matthew's most sensitive folds of cockhead flesh were sucked through her lips. Marianne flicked her tongue repeatedly against his imprisoned skin. Matthew sighed and his eyes closed on their own. He moaned out, "OOOOOOHHHHHHNNNNNN!!"
Matthew's hips bucked up and he forced his eyes open again. Marianne still eyed him lewdly, smolderingly. Matthew could see a huge drop of pre-cum giggling like clear Jell-O atop his cumhole and Marianne's lips almost sucked it in along with his prepuce. All of a sudden Marianne smiled at him even as she sucked and tongue-flicked him inside her mouth.
"Oh, you beautiful black bitch, I'm gonna cum now, Momma. OH, BABY, I'M GOONA CUM NOW!! OHHH, MARIANNE!!"
Matt's first cumshot oozed out of his prickhead and drooled down to Marianne's suctioning lips. The next one Marianne helped squeeze out. It shot up onto her cheek. Matthew's legs jolted and stiffened like oak logs. Just as Marianne felt him spurting again, she squeezed his throbbing balls and slipped her cum-smeared lips upward and over his whole cockhead.
"OH, MOMMA MARIANNE!!! OHHHNN, MARIANNE!! OH, NO, MARIANNE, NO!!!"
Matthew felt his next shot of cream splash into her wide mouth. As his cum shots squirted out, he watched her swallow his cock length deeper and deeper into her mouth. Matthew saw her swallowing and gulping as her lips descended. He saw a little of the excess cum dribbling out of the corners of her thick-lipped mouth. Matthew moaned out from the thrillings and throbbings of watching and feeling this sensual black bitch Marianne make him cum.
"OH, MARIANNE, STOP!! I CAN'T KEEP CUMMING LIKE THIS!"
Her sucking and tonguing continued."
"MARIANNE!!!! OOHH, AAAHHNNNGGKK!!"
Matthew came and came and came until he was dry. But still he pumped and bucked his powerful hips as if attached to an electric chair. Marianne swallowed every drop and then licked his whole big cock clean of all his slippery cummings. Then as Marianne rose up they could both see Matthew's turgid prick glistening in the pale light of the moon. There was still that one streak of his cum drying on her cheek and one tiny drop at each corner of her mouth.
"I'm not going to lick my lips either, loverman. I'm going to let you help me," she said as she leaned close to him.
Marianne then began a French kiss with Matthew that he thought would smother him forever. He had never kissed much and never like this, to be sure. Her hands still stroked his cock and the kissing kept him hard and ready even after his balls seemed empty. He could taste the tanginess of his own cum mixed with Marianne's sweet saliva and her glossy lipstick. It tasted heavenly and he wanted more as soon as she would let him have it.
Marianne finally sat back and gazed at Matthew with admiration. Her hands left his prick, but not her eyes.
"I can't believe it's still so hard, Matty love!"
"I can't help it, Marianne. It's what you do to
"Hhhhhmmmmm, nice, Matty," she said, giving it one last stroke which caused it to jump in her delicate hand. "Ooooooo, my!" she squealed.
Then with difficulty Marianne crammed his cock back into his pants and zipped them up. Still more cum oozed out and made her fingers sticky as she did this. Finally she coaxed him out of the door and tugged him down to the window for one last goodnight kiss.
"When do you want to help me paint, Matthew?"
"Whenever you want me to, Marianne," Matthew replied eagerly.
Marianne started up the engine.
"Hadn't you better tie your front back up, Marianne?"
"What for?" she said as she backed out the driveway. "Nightie, night, loverman," she called to him.
Matthew just stood there dumbly. He could only imagine those magnificent breasts freely jouncing and swaying up and down and side to side uncovered and darkly, stiffly nippled as she drove home, only wishing he were there with his head in her lap teasing them and sucking and tonguing and mouthing them until the buds were like pegs on a child's play board.
Matthew couldn't go back in the house now. He just wanted to take a walk. When he was a block away he turned to see his stepfather's car driving up to the house. He was glad he wasn't home then. He hoped he wasn't drunk because he knew then Owen would find some excuse to wake up his mother and give her a beating.
Matthew walked for an hour. He didn't want to go home but he did. Matthew could hear Owen carrying on as he approached the house. Once inside he listened.
"I don't ever want you to invite that black slut back here again! Do you hear me? I don't want any niggers in my house! Got it, you bitch!"
Matthew heard the slap of a hand against his mother's tender cheek. He stood there rigid. The only thing that kept him from rushing in and beating hell out of Owen was his mother's past requests not to interfere. Owen got out of hand sometimes, she'd said, but it wasn't anything she couldn't handle. Matthew was not convinced.
Sarah was crying. "She's a friend, Owen. I didn't have to tell you anything about it. At least I was honest. Please, Owen, please . ... NOOOOO!!!"
Matthew heard him hit her again.
"Don't ever start lying to me either, you fucking whore! Get your hands down!"
Matthew heard scuffling and then another solid slap. Right then Matthew almost turned and burst in to his mother's defense.
"Please, Owen! The children might hear you!"
Matthew held himself back once again.
"Okay, my little nigger lover, if you don't want them to get an earful, strip down and get yourself on all fours. I'm going to teach you once and for all!"
Matthew heard from his mother only her sobs of degradation. Then he heard the jingling of change in Owen's pants pocket and its abrupt halt as it hit the floor.
"Get your face down in that pillow, bitch. They won't hear anything then."
Matthew imagined the beauty of his mother's large breasts mashed into the bedding and her asscheeks protruding above. Then he heard Owen spanking her with his belt and her muffled cries. Matt could not stand listening any longer. He rushed into his room and stood by the door in darkness. He felt his prick throbbing again. It hadn't really ever stopped since Marianne sucked him off. Then Matthew heard something move close by. It was coming from his bed.
"Matthew, it's me, Lisa," she whispered.
"What are you doing in here, Lisa?"
"I'm scared, Matthew. Owen scares me. He shouted at me and raised his fist at me when I came home late. He swore at me and called me dirty names ... and ... then ... ," Lisa said, sobbing.
Matthew went over to the bed and touched Lisa.
"And now he's beating her, Matthew, beating our mother!"
"Calm down, Lisa, I'm here now. Don't worry. They've quieted down now, haven't they?"
"But Owen's doing something awful to Mommy. I just know he is, Matty!"
"Mom will be all right. You'll see. Right now let's you and I just go to bed together and early in the morning you can go back to your room so no one will know you slept here with me. Okay?"
"Oh, could I, Matty? You're the greatest little brother a girl could have. Wait for me. I'll be back."
Lisa got up and went through the door to her adjoining bedroom. Matt's eyes had adjusted enough to see she hadn't undressed yet. She'd been too frightened.
Matthew switched on his small night lamp and began changing into his pajamas, taking his time so as not to make any noise. Usually he only wore the tops but this time he wore a pair of boxer shorts with them. After all, he thought, Lisa isn't a little girl any more.
Just as he was putting them on, Lisa came back through the open door with her nightie on. Matt hurriedly turned away and fastened the snaps on his shorts. Lisa stopped as she saw him, catching her breath slightly at the quick glimpse she'd had of his extremely large penis.
Matthew got between the covers and looked at his sister. She was wearing a light yellow baby doll nightie. Her richly tanned skin was contrasted nicely by the material. Down to the ruffles at mid-thigh it was extremely sheer but the ruffles obscured the panties of the same color.
"I haven't seen you in that before, sis."
"Mom and Marianne got it for me this afternoon. Isn't it groovy, Matt?" she whispered.
"It sure is," he replied, staring at her in a way he never had before.
Matthew had seen his sister in bikinis and nighties and even nude through the shower curtain lots of times. He never thought about it until now. She was his sister and he was now lustfully perusing her ripe young body. Lisa's titties were big, really big. And she was only sixteen, too. Even her tan and the yellow nightie could not conceal how big and round and dark her nipples were. They were a lot like Marianne's. They were just like his mother Sarah's, too. Matthew remembered from the showers his mother used to take with him until only a few years ago. Matthew imagined that his mother's tits were probably only a little larger and heavier with maturity than Lisa's.
"Get into bed, Lisa," said Matthew, holding up the covers.
Lisa slid in next to him, her breasts swaying. It was then that Matt saw Lisa did not have any panties on at all. They both leaned against the pillows. Matt did not draw up the covers yet.
"Matthew, I'm frightened of Owen. Someday I know he's going to do something awful to me. I just know it," Lisa whimpered as she wrapped her arms around Matthew.
Matthew put his arm around Lisa and held her, feeling her sweet springy nipple buds poking into his chest.
"Lisa, don't worry about a thing. I'm going to protect you always. Remember that. Always!"
"Will you, Matthew? Will you really?"
"Yes, Lisa, always."
Lisa impulsively hugged her brother. Her legs stretched out so she could get close and her nightie rode up around her tummy. Matthew could see her richly haired pussy, all blonde and bushy and fresh. Matthew thought he srhelled a light tangy scent coming from down there between her legs as she innocently scissored them open. Matthew knew he was being tempted into something forbidden but Marianne had aroused newer, stronger instincts in him. Not a foot away Matthew saw his cock once again begin to grow and throb.
"Oh, Matthew, you make me feel so good, so safe. I love you, Matthew, I love you."
"I love you, too, Lisa. Let's cover up now, okay?"
"Oh, no, Matty! I want to stay here forever!"
As she whispered this to him she drew her upper leg over him as if she were afraid he would leave. The inside of her thigh came to rest on his pulsing cock. Matthew jolted at her touch. Lisa seemed not to realize her brother's condition until suddenly she pulled her head away and looked her brother in the eye bewildered.
"Oh, I'm sorry, Matty. I should stay in my own room, shouldn't I?"
"No!" Matt insisted. "You're staying here, Lisa. I'm the real man of this house now. Forget about Owen. So, if I tell you to stay, you stay, Lisa!"
Lisa smiled up at her brother. Her fear of Owen was replaced by worship for her domineering brother. Lisa then frankly turned her gaze downward to Matthew's growing prick. It had now arisen out between two of the metal snaps on his boxer shorts.
"Quit your staring, Lisa. It's embarrassing."
"Oh, Matty, I can't help it. Really I can't. Ever since Mom got us those books I've wanted to see a real one. A nice big long thick one like those lifesized photos in the books."
Lisa reached to hold it in her delicate hand.
"Lisa!" Matthew gasped.
"Matty, please let me. I won't tell if you won't. It's just between you and me anyway. I just want to look at it and feel it. I feel so safe with you, Matty, I could do anything. It's like we're not brother and sister at all but more like husband and wife. Matty, you're my big strong protective man and I'm your little girl."
"Now, listen here, Lisa!"
Lisa quickly sat up with her legs folded underneath her and leaned forward pleading like a spoiled child.
"Oh, pleeeeaaassseeee!! Pleeeaaaasssee, Matty!"
Matthew broke into a grin and said, "Okay, brat!"
Lisa smiled back sheepishly. Then she kissed him.
Then Matthew unsnapped his shorts. Lisa's eyes shined and she barely suppressed a squeal. Matthew paused to gather in Lisa's wide-eyed expression as his hairy balls and erect penis were freed. Matthew let her look at it a moment and then took hold of her right hand and guided it deftly around his thick cock.
"It's so hard, Matty. And it's so hot and purply!" Lisa whispered in amazement.
Matt chuckled to himself and said to her, "That's from all the blood inside it." Then Matt made it twitch in her hand and Lisa jumped back but did not let go.
"Just hold it lightly and stroke it up and down. Try to find the most sensitive spots."
Lisa looked up at Matthew and smiled naughtily, enjoying the mischievous sex games in her brother's bedroom. She stroked him very gently, like Marianne had, though from fear instead of experience. She flicked his prepuce by accident and his cock bolted in her hand.
"Oooooooo, Matty!!" she squealed.
Lisa bent down to look more closely at this spot and fingered it with the long fingernail of her index finger. Her brother's stiff prick had spasm after spasm.
"Don't be surprised if I have an orgasm and come all over your hand, Lisa."
"Oh, will you, Matty? Wow, this is groovy!"
Matthew leaned over and returned her torture by casually tweaking one of her hardening nipples. Soon Matthew could only fall back into the pillows and sigh. He reached out with one arm and firmly grasped his loving sister. Softly he said to her, "Lisa, lie down here beside me while you're playing with my cock. It'll make us more like husband and wife like you said. Besides, I want to feel those big titties and nipples while you're jerking me off."
"This way, Matty?"
"Right, big sister. Now can I play with your titties and nipples while you're stroking my big dick?"
"From now on, Matty, you can do anything you want with me."
As she gazed up at him, Matthew reached over again and fondled her nipple lightly. It was rock hard. He then suddenly felt his sperm begin boiling up from his balls.
"I'm going to come on you, Lisa."
Lisa sighed and cooed up to him subserviently.
"Lia, see that clear drop coming out of my cumhole?"
"Oh, wow, Matty, make some more come out for me."
Lisa silently, as if knowing exactly how to, laid her fingertip on his prepuce. The pressure of her finger blew Matt's mind and his balls.
Matt's jism spurted out. The cum was hot and thick. Lisa nearly screamed when the first spurt shot up from her brother's peehole-cumhole and landed on her wrist.
"Hold my balls, Lisa!" Matthew ordered her.
Lisa did so and the cum spurted out farther. Quickly Lisa's hand was drenched in her brother's hot cum. It felt good to her, oozing between her fingers and rivering over her hand. Matthew opened his eyes just in time to see his sister begin licking it up hungrily.
"OH, LISA, STOP, BABY, STOP, LOVER!!"
Lisa kept right on licking him. Matt could only close his eyes in bliss and come some more on her hand. Matt had come so much that night his balls were cracking.
Suddenly Matthew turned to his side and brought his mouth to Lisa's. He kissed her deeply, Frenching her just as Marianne had taught him to. Lisa responded lovingly as she sweetly entwined her tongue with her brother's.
"Oh, Matty!" she murmured into his lips.
"Lisa, you sweet little pussy. You sweet little bitch."
"I'm yours, Matty. Your very own bitch pussy."
Matthew let Lisa stroke the last of the cum out of his balls and prick. Most of it smeared over her thighs now and onto the bottom fringes of her yellow nightie. Matthew watched his sister rub her cum-smeared palm right into her pussy, matting the downy hair delightfully.
Soon they were both asleep. Matthew dreamed three dreams that night. Or was it just one? He did not let himself remember any of them in the morning.
First he dreamed he was fucking Marianne. Her legs were wrapped around his back and he was pumping a huge thick heavy load of cum into her willing cunt as she squirmed and sqealed and moaned and then came beneath him.
Second he dreamed he was fucking Lisa. She stepped into his bedroom from the adjoining bath. She was still wet from her shower and her shorty terry cloth robe was draped loosely over her shoulders. She climbed into the bed where Matt waited for her, his cock hard and thick for her. Lisa straddled him and sunk sighingly onto it. It ran clear up into her as she leaned forward and let the robe slide off. She pistoned her pussy up and down, up and down her brother's huge dick until she made his cum squirt out like cream from a hose and mix with her own sweetly dripping cunt cum. She moaned as he held her down.
Third, Matthew dreamed he was fucking his mother Sarah. She took a bath with him, teasing his cock with her hands and her wet lips. She toweled them off and made him sit on the toilet seat and suck on her pendulously swaying breasts as she cupped them for him. She took Matt into her bedroom. She lay down on the cum-stained sheets and beckoned to him, "Come to Momma, loverboy. Come to Momma."
Matthew straddled her, his nine-incher waving in her face as she smiled up at him. One droplet of cum hung from the hole in the tip. His mother flicked out her tongue and sucked the pre-cum into her mouth. Then her tongue stroked his prepuce wetly. Gradually she sucked in his whole cockhead like a lollipop. Matt was going to cum any second. Just then Sarah pulled off.
"Not yet, loverman. Momma wants to feel all that hot cum spurting out inside her pussy first. If I can get it all inside my tight little pussy that is."
His mother eased him down between her spread-eagled thighs. Then she guided his prickhead through her cuntlips. She gave him one squeeze with her cunt muscles and Matthew came. His momma threw her legs up over his shoulders. Matt pulled back and rammed his cock up inside her cunt.
"HHMMMMMM, LOVERBOY M FUCK MOMMY GOOOOOD, BABY!!"
Sarah's motherly legs and thighs were wrapped around her son's ears and held straight up in the air, waving shamelessly in rhythm to his exciting thrusts.
"FUCK YOUR MOMMA, LITTLE BOY! FUCK ME HARD! FUCK YOUR HOT BITCH MOMMA!! MOTHERFUCK, YOU BIG COCK!!"
Matthew's creamy spurts of cum came and came into his mother's soft, yearning cunt as she moaned and squealed and humped up to him from beneath.
Brazenly she came around his thick cock, murmuring to him, "OOOHHH, SWEET BABY!! MOTHERFUCK ME, YOU BIG BEAUTIFUL STUD BOY!! MOTHERFUCK ME, MATTY!
HMMMMM!!"
When the alarm went off several hours later, Matt felt fresh streams of cum covering his penis and the hand of his sleeping sister Lisa. She hadn't let go of his prick all night, it seemed. Matty woke her up and got her back into her own room before he got dressed to deliver his morning papers. Just before he tiptoed back through her door to leave he turned and saw Lisa dreamily separating her legs and smearing the new droolings. of his come in between her puckering labia. He thought he heard her sighing, "Matty! Oh, Matty!!"
CHAPTER FOUR
The next Saturday night they went to Marianne's for dinner. Afterwards they talked over the paint job she needed in her apartment. They decided the weekend after next Matthew could help her. Matthew could hardly wait.
During that week between exchanged dinners, Matthew and Lisa had a thing going. Three times they'd slept together. Each time Lisa begged Matt to let her play with him and make him come. Matt found that what Lisa loved doing was licking his cock clean of all the jism afterwards. Lisa would gently squeeze out the last drop and then slurp it up like a kitty at a milk bowl. Lisa would even lick off the really long shots of cum that would sometimes splash onto Matthew's belly or dribble into his pubic hair when the flow became too much even for Lisa to keep in her stroking palm.
The following Saturday night Matthew and Lisa waited in their separate beds for their mother's light to go out. Sarah was reading one of her porno books and giving her clit a real workout. At last, though, she fell asleep but forgot to hide the book. Matt and Lisa drifted off to sleep waiting, also. It was too bad because Lisa had very much wanted to try some new ideas of cock stroking on her brother to see if she could make him cum and spurt even more and farther than last night. Lisa couldn't seem to get enough cum to satiate her newly awakened taste buds. Cum, to Lisa, was like a thick hot fudge sundae with lots of whipped cream that she could smear all over her lips and face when it got real good. Lisa wanted to drink her brother's cum forever.
Matthew was awakened by a smashing of glass. He knew it was Owen. Through the two bathroom doors between his room and his mother's Matthew could hear Owen ranting and raving. Matthew was less afraid for his mother this time because it sounded as if Owen were really blotto.
Gradually Owen's slurred ravings fell into a mumble and then silence. He must have passed out mercifully. Matthew could hear his mother struggling to undress him and put Owen decently to bed. Matthew wanted to kill Owen as he slept. But he feared him even then. Matthew felt like a coward hiding behind his mother. Matthew told himself he should forget about what his mother kept saying. It was getting too out of hand now and Matt knew his mother couldn't really handle Owen anymore. It was certain now that some night Owen would really harm his mother. And maybe his sister Lisa, too. Matthew knew he would soon have to take the initiative to prevent this or else when it happened he would never be able to forgive himself. Never!
But for now Matt knew his mother was all right and that alone put him at ease. He flipped on the radio, keeping the volume down. Lately Matthew would listen to music and let the rhythms send him into dreaming about fucking Marianne and sometimes even his big sister Lisa. There were even flashes about dicking his big titted mother Sarah. Matthew's hand began stroking his cock this time, too.
The noise coming from his mother's room had awakened Lisa also. She waited for the sound of her mother putting Owen to bed to cease before she dared slip out of her nightie and into her shorty robe, pretending to be on her way to the kitchen. Then Lisa slipped out her door into the hallway and padded toward Matthew's room. Lisa was surprised to see the negligeed figure of her mother already standing at Matthew's slightly opened door. She was wearing the full length gown Marianne had given her.
"Mother?" whispere Lisa.
"Lisa!? What are you doing up?" Sarah said, startled.
"I was going to get a drink of water, Mom," Lisa said walking up to her mother. "Are you all right, Mom, I mean, about Owen."
Sarah put her arm around Lisa. "Yes, I'm all right, Lisa. Owen wasn't too hard to handle tonight."
"Yeah, he was out of it tonight, wasn't he?"
Lisa's frankness could only silence her mother on that topic. Then Sarah said awkwardly as they went out to the living room sofa together, "Lisa, do you mind if I sleep with you tonight? I can't move him another inch."
"Sure, Mom," said Lisa.
They both sat there on the sofa for several minutes holding hands silently, trying to secure one another from Owen and secretly trying to get back to Matthew, the real man of the house now. Both women, mother and daughter, wanted the same thing. They wanted to go into Matt's room and get into bed with him, to feel his big muscular male body pressed into theirs, making them feel safe and warm and excited.
"It's late, Mom. Let's get some sleep," said Lisa.
As they went through the hallway Sarah said, "Better check on Matt."
They padded toward his door. The crack in the door was at a bad angle for them to see Matthew, so Sarah nudged it open a little more without making any noise except for the door brushing over the carpet.
The glow of the moonlight through the open blinds soon helped Sarah and Lisa adjust their vision. Their breaths halted instantly at what they saw. Sarah quickly reached to pull the door shut again but Lisa put her hand on her mother's to stop her. Sarah stopped almost gratefully.
Wordlessly something of their mutual desire was communicated between them. Both of them looked at Matthew there on the bed stroking his huge hard prick, looked at him not as a son or a brother but as the man they wanted to fuck with, the man they both wanted fucking them between their willingly spread thighs to a beautifully wet, creamy, moaning cum.
Matthew's dick got bigger and harder and closer to coming right before their eyes. His hips were pumping up and down on the bed. Sarah and Lisa melted into one another. Their breasts molded into each other. Matthew began sighing deeply, though he was trying to stifle it. Matthew's voice finally cracked and his body heaved up ecstatically. His hand gripped his gigantically hard cock and jerked it upward. Sarah and Lisa then saw a huge spurt of thick whitish cum shoot from his cockhead. Then another cumshot spewed out into the air and splattered onto his hand. Three more rich, gooey wads spurted out and Matthew's hand and arm drooled with his own cum. Matthew was moaning the whole time, "O mother, mother!"
Sarah jerked her head away and into the crook of Lisa's neck. Lisa held her mother tightly and kissed her cheek, trying to comfort her. Then Lisa drew her off to the side out of line of the open doorway and helped her to bed. Neither wanted Matthew to know they had been watching him do to himself what they both wanted him to be doing every day and night to them deep inside their hot quivering squeezing cunts.
Soon after he came Matthew fell asleep. He even forgot to wipe off the thick mess of cum on the sheets which Sarah marveled at later that week when she did the wash. A few hours later Matthew's alarm went off and he left to deliver his papers. As soon as he got back he went back to sleep. But shortly thereafter he began to have a dream about their house crashing down around him and people screaming. He jolted up to find Lisa shaking him.
"Matthew, Matthew, come quick," she was crying. "It's Owen. He's gone crazy. He's beating Mom bad."
"Come back here, you little slut," Matthew heard Owen shouting through the door connecting Lisa and Matt's rooms. Matthew then heard a loud smack.
"Owen, please, please stop!!" Sarah cried.
Lisa ran back into her room and Matthew followed. Lisa went toward her mother but Owen swung at her with one of the new hardbound books their mother had bought them and knocked her back into Matthew and onto the floor. Then Owen dropped the book and turned menacingly toward his wife. Sarah was curled into a protective cocoon on the bed.
Matt couldn't decide whether to help Lisa or his mother. He quickly bent down to-Lisa and patted her cheeks.
"No, no, Matty," she mumbled, her eyes glassy, "help Mom. Quick! Help mother!"
Matthew looked up and saw Owen go for Sarah.
"Sarah, you bitch, I'm going to beat the hell out of you. You held money out on me and bought this trash with it. I told you never to lie to me, Sarah, you dirty cunt!!"
Owen reached down and grabbed Sarah's long hair. He yanked up.
"OOOOOWWWWWWW!!!!" Sarah wailed, scratching at his gripping hands.
Owen saw she was vulnerable and smacked her face again hard. He slapped her again. Sarah's nose started spurting blood.
"And those porno books, you filthy whore!" Owen spit out at her. "You never were any good, you fucking slut."
Suddenly Owen's free hand, which was now smeared with Sarah's blood, was yanked away from behind. Matthew jerked on Owen's arm and whirled him around. Like an animal protecting his own Matthew attacked. He balled his fists together and gave Owen one savage shot in the chest like a battering ram. Owen sailed over the end of the bed and onto the floor, hitting his jaw on the bed board as he went. His face seeped blood as he hit the floor. Owen struggled up and came toward Matt again. Matthew swiftly knead him in the groin and then in the head as he was doubled over in pain. Owen flew backwards and crashed into the double closet doors, splintering one of them right off its hinges. Finally Owen slumped lifelessly to the floor and rolled over onto his face.
Matthew stood there, fists clenched, on his toes leaning over Owen. If Owen had so much as twitched, Matthew would probably have killed him right then. If he hadn't already, that is.
That is what Sarah and Lisa feared as they crushed one another on the bed. Matthew finally turned to them and knelt on the bed with them. He put his arms around them both and the two women began sobbing. Matt cried, too, silently.
Matthew helped both their shaking forms up out of the bed and led them toward the door. Sarah held back, wanting to tend to Owen, to at least keep him from choking in his own blood.
"Mother!!" Matthew nearly shouted as he grabbed her arm harshly and moved her away, "I'll take care of this. You get into the living room with Lisa and sit down. AND DON'T MOVE!! Lisa, you fix mother and yourself something strong to drink. Whiskey!"
Lisa was looking up at her brother scared stiff. "Is he dead, Matthew?"
"No, he is not dead, Lisa! Now do as I tell you!"
Both women did exactly as Matthew told them.
Matthew went to the phone in the hallway and called the police. Matthew told them precisely what happened except for one thing. They said they would be right there. Matthew hung up and went back to Lisa's room. He then got rid of the paperback Owen had been waving around threateningly before Matthew had come into the room. The title was The Sensuous Mother. Matthew then helped his two women get cleaned up.
The police and the ambulance were prompt and efficient. Owen was gone in twenty minutes. The police interviewed all three Wilkers. None of them mentioned Sarah's porno book. When the police left, Matthew told them to give Mr. Snell a message. It was that he need not bother to come back ever and that his belongings would be in storage at his expense.
After the official ordeal was over, Matthew went back inside to find Lisa and his mother in Lisa's bedroom trying to make each other back into something feminine again. Lisa was brushing her mother's hair as she sat in front of the mirror on the vanity table. Surveying his new domain, Matthew liked what he saw.
"Lisa," Matthew said, "go fix Mom another drink."
Lisa handed the brush to her mother and went immediately to do Matthew's biding.
Matthew stood behind his mother with his hands on her shoulders. They looked at one another in the mirror, Sarah began to cry softly. Matthew felt strong and protective. Sarah stood up from the stool and stepped around to Matthew. She slipped her arms around his powerful neck and put her lips up to his, waiting for him Jo kiss her manfully. He did.
Matthew's arms went around very low across his Mom's hips and held that trim expanse of firm ass in his big hands. His mouth went in hard against hers and they were united at last. Sarah had forgotten herself finally. Their tongues met and entwined, wet and slippery. Sarah felt Matt's penis pressed into her womb and Matthew thrilled to the feel of his own Momma's ripe, heavy breasts mashing and nipple-poking into his broad chest.
They both heard Lisa coming back with the drink and with a wordless understanding of more to come parted before she entered. It was not that they were ashamed but rather than they should not hurry such a drastic change upon themselves especially after ejecting Owen.
Matthew had decided the Wilkers should celebrate their new freedom from Owen. He ordered preparations for a trip to the mountains for the day and evening.
CHAPTER FIVE
Thursday night of the following week Sarah and Marianne both worked late at the office. Marianne invited Sarah to her apartment after they finished. Sarah called Lisa and told her not to wait up and to take good care of Matthew.
"Fix him a nice dinner, Lisa. After all, he's the man of the house now."
"Can I take care of him after dinner, too, Mom?" giggled Lisa.
"All right, smarty. Don't do anything I wouldn't."
"We'll have a ball in that case, Mom."
Sarah couldn't help laughing and telling Marianne what her daughter was saying. Marianne was wondering.
"Just do whatever Matthew says, Lisa, and make it good to him, baby," her mother instructed.
Once at Marianne's after eating, Marianne offered Sarah a drag off the jay she had casually lit up. To her surprise and delight Sarah took the jay without hesitation. She put it to her lips and dragged delicately at first. Naturally she coughed wildly and Marianne had to slap her on the back. Sarah tried it again, this time succeeding. She sucked in deeply and held her breath as she watched Marianne doing the same. After nearly a minute of stillness and concentration she followed Marianne in letting it out. No smoke came out.
"That's when you know it's working, Sarah."
"I don't feel anything working, Marianne."
"You will, honey. You will." They smoked unhurriedly.
"Why don't you tell me about your weekend?" said Marianne after a while.
Sarah did tell her, slowly and with relish as she seemed to be reliving every erotic moment. As she talked and they both smoked, the jay soon disappeared. Marianne felt her pussy beginning to get wet from her high and from listening to Sarah tell her story.
Then seemingly off on a tangent Sarah said, "I wish you could have seen them both together in his bed last night, Marianne. In fact, I wish Matthew could have seen you there in your full length nightgown. You know, the one you wore for me the other night."
"I think you're high now, Sarah."
"I don't feel different, Marianne. I mean ... hey, yes, I do feel different. Not different so much, but just easier about myself, about the way I am. Things are really beginning to rush through my head. Really!"
"You're high, lady."
"Wow, Marianne!! This is great!!"
"Come with me, Sarah. Let's talk in my bedroom. I want to change."
Once in the bedroom Sarah asked, "Marianne, why do you think I've changed so much so fast?"
"You mean about Matthew."
"Yes. I never used to think that was right. No, wait! I never even used to think about it period. It seems so unlike me."
"You're wrong, Sarah," said Marianne, as she undressed slowly and unashamedly in front of Sarah. "What you were never like was living with Owen. What you're doing now is what you wanted to do all along. All along you wanted to fuck Matthew, your own son."
"But...." Sarah began in retort but then reconsidered. "You know, you're right. This is what I've wanted to do all along. I've wanted Matthew ever since I used to play with his penis when he was small. I loved watching it growing bigger and bigger each month. It was so huge for a little boy, Marianne. You should have seen it!"
Sarah held her hand abstractedly to her mouth, as if her mind was too molten and flowing over with the image of her son's strong, potent body to let it be bothered with a gesture of shock. At last Sarah saw the face of her dream lover to be her son's face.
"While you're letting that soak in, Sarah, darling, why don't you change into one of my nighties with me? Marianne is going to get you too high to let you go home any time tonight, honeybunch."
Sarah laughed, now over her initial shock.
They changed. Then Marianne began brushing Sarah's hair as she straddled the vanity bench behind Sarah. Marianne was wearing a simple pajama top of thin white cotton. It was small for her so she left it unbuttoned to free her breasts. Sarah was wearing the top to Marianne's black babydoll. She had impishly flipped the bottoms to one side while changing.
"So, Matthew still hasn't had a woman even after all that playing around?" Marianne asked in wonder.
"No, not yet. He could have fucked Lisa by now, I'm sure, but I think they still want me to approve first."
"Well, Sarah, don't you think your son deserves a good fuck? Why should he wait? He's your man, right?"
"Yours, too, if you want him, Marianne. I saw how he looked at you the night you ate dinner with us. I can't think of a nicer present to give Matthew for throwing out that bastard Owen than that groovy body of yours, Marianne."
"But he wants you, Sarah, even more than me or Lisa."
"Never mind about me, Marianne, would you seduce him for me?"
"I'd like that, Sarah," Marianne said, leaning in closer to Sarah. "He is quite a boy. But you can't ignore your true desires forever."
Sarah turned back and held her face in her hands. "Marianne, I want him, but not yet, not just now. It's only been a few days. I'm changing, but it's just too soon. Too soon," she whispered, as if to herself.
"Okay, Sarah, I'll 'seduce' him, though he'll learn too fast for it to ever happen a second time. I'll be getting seduced the rest of the time."
A few minutes later as they lay cuddled side by side on the bed, Sarah put her arms around Marianne and raised up her face to kiss her. Marianne's eyes gleamed love and yearning down to Sarah.
"I love you, Marianne. I don't deserve you."
Sarah closed her eyes and put her lips gently against Marianne's. Sarah's lips were wet and tense with uncertainty against her new lover's.
"Oh, Sarah, sweet baby, I want you! I want you and Matthew and Lisa, too. I want you all."
Marianne bit Sarah's poutful lips with her own. Then she melted them into Sarah's whole mouth. The hesitancy left Sarah and Marianne felt Sarah's arms straining and clasping around her as if for her life.
Sarah's belly flattened and jitterbugged against Marianne. Her tongue sought out Marianne's, found it and embraced it. One of her trim legs lifted up and hooked around Marianne's long full thigh and between her legs.
At last Marianne could make love to Sarah as she had wanted to from the day she met her. At last Marianne had found the sweet little Lesbian lover she needed.
Sarah, I love you," she purred into Sarah's ear.
"I want to feel and touch you in all your sweet forbidden little places, make you wet for me, make you cum like you haven't for a long, long time."
Sarah sighed so deeply, so hurtfully, it was like a burden falling from her shoulders at last.
"Oh, Marianne, yes, love me, Marianne! Love me!!" Sarah whispered, pulling down the covers and lying back yieldingly.
Marianne leaned over and kissed Sarah long and deep. Her hand slipped up between Sarah's willingly separated legs. Marianne teased Sarah's inner thighs lightly with the tips of her fingers and brushed over Sarah's surprisingly heavy bush of pussy hair. By the time Marianne was tracing fingernails over Sarah's flat belly and into her navel, Sarah was flinching and quaking as if electric wires were shooting currents into her.
Marianne then moved her head down to one of Sarah's big brown-nippled titties. She cupped it through the sheer black material, then squeezed it again and again and watched the nipple begin to expand and poke up toward her lips. Marianne bit into the nipple through the gauzy material. She tugged on it and sucked it hungrily. Sarah thrust up her bosom invitingly.
"OOOOO, MARIANNE!!!!" she moaned.
Marianne then drew the negligee up over Sarah's breasts. Sarah rose up and let Marianne help her out of the nightie completely. Then Marianne sat up and let Sarah pull her pajama top up and over her head. Sarah gazed at Marianne's big brown breasts as they jiggled slightly with her every movement. Impulsively Sarah leaned forward and sucked one of Marianne's huge nipples into her mouth. As she sucked and nibbled, Marianne said to her in a murmur, "Sarah, honey, you're going to be the best little piece of ass I've ever had. Here now, don't forget my other nipple, lover," Marianne said as she drew away the one extended nipple and teasingly offered the other.
In a few moments Sarah had Marianne's other nipple erect and hard and protruding. Marianne then pressed her back into the mattress and began doing the same to both of her breasts, which Sarah cupped for Marianne eagerly.
"Oh, Marianne, I've never wanted to do anything like this before," Sarah said breathlessly. "How can two women do it? I don't know anything about this, Marianne. Help me, help me!"
"I will, baby. Don't worry. I will," Marianne reassured.
Slowly like a powerful, self-assured male lover Marianne rose up and placed herself over Sarah's body, hovering there like a waiting animal, her belly and legs pressing into Sarah.
"Now, spread your legs nice and wide, Sarah love. That's it. Draw them up around me, baby, just like you do when you dream of fucking with Matthew, when he's finally between your legs and his dick is hard and long. Up around my back so your pussy will open wide for me."
Marianne's lush breasts lolled against Sarah's heavily. Her nipples poked and prodded Sarah's own nipples. Marianne felt her pussy bush entangling with Sarah's. She sought out Sarah's clit with her own. Marianne's clit was poking out through her lust swollen cuntlips and she could feel the warm air between their legs brushing over it like a feather. She began quivering in ecstasy.
"Oh, Sarah, how I've wanted to fuck you, baby!" moaned Marianne between kisses. "I can't wait to feel that hard little clit of yours rubbing over and over mine. I'm going to fuck you good, Sarah!"
Sarah's ankles rose up farther yet and locked behind Marianne's back. She was trying to find Marianne's clitoris and kiss it with her own. Sarah held onto the pillows behind her head. Marianne Frenched her unendingly. Suddenly Marianne found Sarah's clit with her own and both women jolted from the contact. At that instant Sarah was released from her fears and antiquated morals. She tore her lips away, heaving for breath.
"OH, FUCK ME, MARIANNE! DO IT TO ME, YOU SWEET BLACK MOTHERLOVER!! FUCK IT TO YOUR LITTLE SARAH!! FUCK ME!!"
"You sweet little bitch," Marianne whispered
' to her, smiling.
Marianne kept her clit pressing directly against Sarah's. Then she slowly began rolling her wide firm black hips. Marianne's clit circled Sarah's pussylips, making Sarah's clit scream out to be diddled and fucked. The greedy little cunt, thought Marianne.
Marianne was also gorged with tingling hot blood. It stood out from between her cunnylips. Marianne quickly flicked it over Sarah's clit once again. Sarah bolted under her and tried to pull Marianne into her. But Marianne stole away as her thighs and ass rolled from side to side. Deftly she reamed the fleshy perimeter of Sarah's cunt and that erotic area between her cunthole and asshole. Marianne was a fucking expert with her hard little clitty.
Suddenly Marianne crushed her clitty up against Sarah's and held it there, fucking her lady love hard with it, pounding it against the pelvic bone underneath her creamy skin. Sarah tore at the pillows.
"OOOOHHHHH!!! OOOOOOO!!!! OOOHH, MMMMMMM!!" she panted, her eyes open and flaming at Marianne.
"All mine tonight and every other night, little lesbian lover, sweet little white pussy mine. Sarah just loves her big black Momma Marianne all to pieces. Pieces of her tight little white ass," Marianne cooed and billowed down into Sarah's ear.
Marianne rode Sarah now. She rocked up and down over Sarah's clitoris and cuntlips. The mirror on the wall at their side showed Marianne rocking like a piston between Sarah's clamping legs which were locked high up on her brown back. Sarah's pussy was splayed apart and fucked by Marianne's clit, deep and hard. Marianne, too, began to cum.
"OH, SARAH, YES! NOW ME, TOO! I'M GOING, TOO, BABY!"
Sarah fucked back.
"OH, BABY, YESSS, THAT'S IT! FUCK ME BACK, SARAH!! HUMMMPPPP ME BACK, LITTLE BABY! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!" wailed Marianne.
Sarah gurgled out a fitful squeal of ecstasy saying, "OH, YES, MARIANNE, FUCK ME ALL NIGHT LONG, LOVER! OH, MAKE ME CUM ALL OVER! MAKE ME CUM! FUCK ME!! FUCK MEEEEEEE!!"
Marianne stopped her long pulls and started to drag her clitoris in short quick jerks over Sarah's clit. They were clitty to clitty, rubbing hard. Sarah yelped out.
The two lesbian lady lovers, one big and black, one petite and white, fucked each other hard, pussy to pussy, clit to clit. Marianne rode Sarah like a bull, mashing her cunt against Sarah's one last time, giving Sarah a deep French kiss with her cunt. Sarah came deliciously. Their cum drooled together.
At long last Marianne fell heavily upon Sarah and was comforted there by Sarah's soft, springy titties and her warm caressing hands, just as any woman would have done to her lover after being royally fucked from above. It took them several minutes to catch their wind. Then Marianne slid to Sarah's side and they both fell asleep. Sarah slept with her head in the crook of Marianne's arm. Marianne snuggled her titties and belly against Sarah's while her hand nestled in between Sarah's pouting cuntlips.
Sarah dreamed of Matthew fucking her while he stood in the shallow waters of the lake they'd visited. He held her up under her knees and crammed her to overflowing. Marianne dreamed of Matthew fucking her in the woods around that same lake, chasing her wantonly through the under blanket of leaves, tearing her flying blouse and tattered panties from her and pinning her beneath him, her legs doubled up and hooked over his shoulders, his penis long, thick and driving into her quim with each thrust.
Earlier that same night back at the Wilkers house Lisa had cooked some spaghetty for Matthew and herself. Afterwards Matthew and Lisa took a walk. Or started to.
As they were leaving, Matthew held the door open for Lisa and started to lock up behind them when he heard Lisa catch her breath in a short startled scream. Matthew turned to see Lisa pointing toward a parked car on the other side of the street. It was Owen's. A man behind the wheel looking in their direction. It was too dark to make him out, but they both knew who it was.
"Lisa!" commanded Matthew, "get back into the house. Phone the police." Matthew let her back in and pulled her stiffly toward the telephone. Lisa was immobile with fear. As she fumbled with the telephone, Matthew calmly went into his bedroom and got his baseball bat. He went again past Lisa and out the door, locking it once more.
Matthew held the bat behind his back as he approached a spot several yards in front of the car. He recognized Owen in the car. It was then that Owen reached for the ignition and revved up the car in panic. The boy frightened him now and Matthew could sense it. The car stalled. Owen tried again. Matthew was in the middle of the street now, coming ahead deliberately. The motor caught. Owen gunned the motor to the floorboard. Matthew saw him reach for the automatic gear and ram it into drive. Matthew was ten yards ahead of the car and walking toward it. The car lights blazed on and Owen screamed the tires. Matthew crouched, sidestepped just in time and whipped out the baseball bat. With one perfect swing the meat of the bat put what looked like a gunshot hole on the driver's side of the windshield. The car swerved wildly, nearly careening off the neighbor's station wagon. Matthew threw the bat at the rear of the escaping car and luckily smashed the left tail light. Matthew laughed in triumph. His fear of Owen was gone at last. Owen was weakness and smallness to Matthew now. Matthew knew Owen was impotent and he, Matthew Wilkers, was not. Matthew thought of Lisa and walked smiling to himself back into the house.
Lisa was on the phone with the police, babbling incoherently. Matthew took the receiver from her and put his arm around her. Lisa melted into his body, sobbing.
"Officer, my name is Matthew Wilkers."
Matthew calmly told him what had occurred the past Saturday night and what had just happened. He described exactly what he had done to Owen's car, knowing vaguely he might be charge able by Owen. Matthew took the offensive.
"Officer, I realize I did the wrong thing," Matthew declared, "but what I would like to know is why Owen Snell is a free man only three days after brutally assaulting his wife and stepdaughter."
The sergeant said he was sorry he didn't know why but that he would dispatch a patrol car to that area immediately. Matthew thanked him and hung up, though he knew Owen would not return that night. Matthew knew Owen might try something else in the future, but not tonight.
Matthew then turned on some music and flicked off all the lights except the one in the kitchen, which dimly filtered into the living room where he sat down with Lisa.
"Didn't they want to know where Momma was, Marty?"
"They didn't ask, Lisa. Don't worry. Everything is taken care of. When mother gets home I'll tell her what happened. There's no sense disturbing her and Marianne. Owen doesn't know where Marianne lives and he won't bother us again tonight. Besides, the police are looking for him now and with his car smashed it shouldn't be hard."
"Your arms feel so good around me like that, Matty."
"Thank you, Lisa. It's good to have you snuggling up next to me like this, too."
They kissed one another like teenagers in puppy love, very advanced puppy love.
After a while Matthew said, "Come on, Lisa, tomorrow is a school day. Mom would think I was taking advantage of her if I let you stay up too late."
They got up and strolled into the hallway. Matthew stopped by his door but Lisa suddenly hugged him fiercely.
"Sleep with me tonight, Matty! In my room! I want you to be with me in my own bed tonight. I'll make you feel so good," she promised.
"Hey, sis, you're a devil, you know that?"
Lisa wrinkled her nose up at him and said, "I know, you big hunk of brother. You big hunk period."
They went into Lisa's bedroom.
"It's just that I feel so good with you, Matty," Lisa explained as she started to sob again. "Oh, Matty, I love you so much. Let's go to bed, big brother! Now! Okay!? I want to eat you up so bad!!"
Matthew followed his sister to her bedroom.
Around midnight Sarah woke up to the sound of Marianne taking a bath. Sarah got up and walked naked through the open bathroom door. Suds from the bubble bath billowed invitingly up around Marianne in the tub. The two lovers smiled at one another. Wordlessly, Sarah stepped over the edge of the tub into the water. She bent over and cupped some of the suds in her hands, her breasts swaying shamelessly. She straightened back up and began stroking herself for Marianne to see. Slick trails of glistening suds were left on her thighs and pussy and tummy. Sarah had plenty left for her breasts. She cupped them in the suds and rolled them in her hands, pinching and tweaking the nipples to erection.
Marianne showed her appreciation by running her foot up and down the inside of Sarah's thighs. Sarah smiled at Marianne and knelt down in the water. She leaned forward to her reclining lover and they kissed, touching each other with only their lips and tongues. It was divine and both women felt their pussies oozing.
Sarah broke off the kiss hesitantly, frequently going back for wet pecks and nibbles. Then she slid up between Marianne's legs and turned around. Marianne raised up her legs to make more room and Sarah sat down with her back to Marianne. Sarah leaned back into Marianne's lush breasts. Marianne put her arms around Sarah and held her as Sarah crooned her neck around and kissed and murmured to her lover.
"Marianny, my lover. My sweet black darling lover."
In her own bedroom Lisa undressed herself in front of her brother like an instinctive coquette. Lisa still feigned modesty around Matthew.
Naked and sitting on her old fashioned vanity stool in front of her large mirror, Lisa dabbed her finger with scent and touched it to her wrists, her neck and throat, her cleavage and all along her inner thighs. Matthew reclined on her bed, still dressed and watching her. Whenever she lifted her arms a little, he could see her breasts and nipples peeping into view.
Lisa finished her ablutions and walked over to Matthew through the dim light from the hallway. She covered her breasts secretively, alluringly as she approached him. Matthew slid over to the side of the bed and sat there with Lisa standing right in front of him. Matthew reached around and cupped her full bottom and pressed her inward to him. Lisa knew his intent and uncovered her breasts willingly, ovaling her thumb and forefinger around each of her expanding nipples. Matthew held her and eagerly craned his neck up to one of her dark protruding nipples. He devoured it, stretching it and nipping it with his teeth. The nipple bud got so large Lisa had to pull it out once just to stare at it in amazement. The other nipple had grown equally in sympathy. Lisa gawked at it. The nipple had spread over at least a third of her tittie. Lisa was in love with her own body as much as she was with her brother's.
In a few moments, Lisa decided to repay her brother.
"Matty, you stand up now, okay?" Matthew stood up expectantly. Lisa sat down on the warm spot left by him. Matthew stood where she had, his crotch straining against his jeans.
"Oh, Matty, the covers feel so warm on my bare bottom! Hhhhhmmmm, nice! And, oh, my, what have we here!?" Lisa cooed and teased as she let one of her hands wander over the bulge in her brother's pants and the other undo his belt.
"My goodness, no undies, Matty! How sexy! My big sexy brother with his big sexy penis flopping around right here in front of my face, in front of my very own mouth...." Lisa teased, opening her mouth and tilting forward a little, " ... in front of my own...." as her tongue darted out of her mouth and toyed with the extreme tip of his cockhead.
Without letting her tongue leave its delicate contact with her brother's stiffening cockhead, Lisa helped her brother out of all his clothes. Then she began. She massaged his testicles with her left hand. Sometimes she squeezed them for several seconds which seemed to pump up Matthew's penis head between her lips where she was now gumming and wetting it while it grew into an upward prong. Sometimes she ran her left hand deep between his legs into his asscrack. She would search for his tightening asshole and ream it round and round with her forefinger or better yet her little pinky, which she slipped up into his asshole a couple of inches. .
With her right hand Lisa ringed his throbbing stem and began slowly stroking her brother's cock, from the base clear up to where her lips -rimmed his head. Then Lisa descended her lips down over his rod which jolted against the roof of her mouth. Her hand strokes became shorter but firmer and wetter since her saliva was now oozing through her lips into a warm stream along the blood vessel visibly bulging on the underside of his cock.
Lisa tried to ease all of her brother's penis into her throat but a whole handful remained. Matthew didn't mind because by now Lisa's wet, slurping tongue and lips had him burning to shoot out his hot load. Matthew's eyes were closed and his voice straining.
"LISA, SWEET BABY SISTER!! OOOOOOH, LISA, BABY!!"
Lisa smiled, even with her lips stuffed with his cock. Then she pulled off his prick slowly. She held it and massaged it with both hands while she looked up at Matthew. Matthew moaned his eyes and looked down.
"Matty, I just can't swallow all of it."
"That's okay, sis. Really. Just keep doing what you were. Please, don't stop, big sister!"
Lisa chuckled wickedly, knowing that making her brother wait would rev him up and make him shoot more.
"But I wanted to try something out, Matty. I r-ead it one of our new books. One of the books that told about how a girl could eat a man."
"Oh, Lise, please!! Suck me, baby!! Suck me!!"
"Okay, big brother! Okay!" she said in a mock pout. "All you men want with your big cocks is for a girl to make you go off. That's all you care about."
"OH, LISA!! PLEASE, LISA!!" Matthew begged.
"Oh, all right, Matty."
Keeping one hand wrapped around her brother's prick, Lisa moved back a little and turned to lie on her back in the bed. She doubled up one of the pillows and tucked it under her head at the edge of the bed.
"All right, baby brother, kneel down on the rug."
Matthew did so, moaning in anticipation. Lisa giggled like an amoral little whore learning to love her tricks.
Now Matthew's dick hung and swayed directly above Lisa's face at the edge of the bed. She let it go to watch it jump and quake on its own. Matthew's prepuce was two inches above her lips. Lisa blew her warm breath upon it. Matthew's cock bounded uncontrollably. Finally Lisa tucked the pillow under her neck so that her head fell arching backwards. Then she reached up and gently grasped her brother's huge stiff cock.
"Matty, it's so fucking big! Look at it! Look! It's at least eight inches. No wait!" she gasped. "Look at it when I pull the skin back like this. WOW!!"
"OH, DON'T TEASE ME LIKE THAT, LISA!
PLEASE!!"
"But look!" she tortured him. "Look! This way it must be nine inches long. Oh, shit, Matty, maybe it's even longer. Oh, wow, baby brother! WOW!!"
Lisa then deftly weighted down her brother's bounding cockhead with her hand until the tip entered her wet, puckering lips. Lisa bent and craned her neck backward even farther now as she reached over her head with both hands and cupped Matty's buttocks in her palms. She pulled him forward and let her brother's shaft slide down her throat as she did. Matthew looked down and watched the bulge growing downward along her gullet.
Sarah reclined in the king-sized bed waiting. Marianne came back from the kitchen where she had prepared a small cupful of tapioca.
"Tapioca?" asked Sarah.
"Just listen to me, lover," Marianne said as she leaned over and kissed Sarah deeply. In murmurs against her earlobe Marianne explained. "Sarah, I'm going to fuck you like Matthew would fuck you. Then you'll know what you've been missing all these lonely years, Sarah. Pretend I'm Matthew and I'll motherfuck you good and hard, you creamy little bitch."
Sarah was too frightened and titillated to do anything but quiver in Marianne's arms. Marianne sat up and opened the drawer on the night table. She withdrew a long latex dildo. It was shaped and colored just like a huge stiff cock. The veins were realistically bulging and deeply purpled. It looked angry and full of pent-up jism. Sarah's eyes widened at its size and Marianne laughed.
"What are those tubes on it?" asked Sarah.
Marianne did not answer. Rather she took the cup of tapioca and poured it into an uncapped, balloon-like pouch at the base of the menacing dildo. Then she took hold of the two rubber bulbs at the ends of the tubes and squeezed them repeatedly until a righteously thick stream of the tapioca began dribbling out of the slit in the sculptured tip of the dildo.
"Oh, Marianne!" whispered Sarah, a hot leering smile spreading her face.
Marianne, having primed the dildo, put it to her mouth and licked off the tapioca. Then she stood up beside the bed and strapped it around her wide hips. The dildo waved and swung about in front of her pussy as Sarah reached over and gingerly began stroking it as if it were Matthew's very own penis.
"Like it, lover?" asked Marianne.
"Hhhhmmmmmmm, yyyyeeeesssss, mmmm," moaned Sarah as she fingered the slit at the tip where some of the dessert cum was oozing out. Then Marianne stopped Sarah and moved her into the middle of the bed.
"Now, lover, raise your legs up and spread them out. That's it, my little lesbian love."
Sarah waited to be dildo fucked. Instead she felt Marianne's curly black hair brushing along the inside of her thighs. Just as she raised up her head to look down, Sarah felt Marianne slipping her tongue between her cuntlips.
"OOOOOOOHHHHHHOOOOO, MARIANNE!" Sarah moaned, "OOHHH, YEEESSS, EEEAAATTTT MEEEEEEEE!!!!!" Sarah squealed.
Marianne held Sarah behind her knees and opened her pussy wide with her lips and tongue. She looked up along Sarah's trim tummy and watched her heaving nipples enlarging and hardening. She reamed Sarah out good. Sarah came right then and didn't stop. Her head tossed. Her fingers gripped the sheets. Her strong legs escaped Marianne's hands and wrapped tight around her head, forcing her tongue deeper into her greedy, wet cunt. Sweat glistened over all of Sarah's body.
Marianne ate Sarah for fifteen minutes nonstop. Only when she stopped did Sarah's legs go limp. Her proud titties rose up and down with her panting breath. Marianne smiled to herself and ignored Sarah's need for rest.
"Spread them out again, lover. Do what I say, you hot little cunt. Do it now," commanded Marianne.
Sarah did not move. She said, "No, oh, no, Marianne!! I can't! I can't move!"
Marianne rose up menacingly over her splayed form.
"NO, MARIANNE! NOOOOOM MARIAAAANNNNNNNNNEEEEE!!!" she sighed.
Sarah felt the warm, sculpted head of the rubber penis rasping through her pussy lips. Marianne was not a woman now. not a lesbian fucking her lady love, but a full-cocked stud dicking his cunnylover forcefully raping her wide open, dribbling quim.
Sarah bit her lips. A trickle of blood ran back into her mouth as she winced and spread her legs as far as she could. Marianne pumped mercilessly, jacking the cum-slicked dildo deeper and deeper into Sarah. Each time it slid in more easily. Sarah was coming on it already.
Suddenly Sarah wailed out her pain and at the same instant threw her legs up around Marianne's rocking black hips. The "cock" of her baby Matthew rammed up into her cunt and jammed there painfully. Marianne impaled Sarah, crucified her, pumped her hard. Sarah was cumming unhinged for with each bolt of hot agony she also felt sheer sexual joy and unfettered cunt-creaming thrills. Her legs spread and splayed and waved in the air to relieve her pain but would then wrap around far up on Marianne's smooth back and hump away at Marianne in time to her every cunt-cramming thrust.
Sarah was getting motherfucked by her son at last.
Lisa's artful hands had slipped around to her brother's balls and she was rolling them like dice as she deep-throated him.
Matthew's eyes had never left his sister's throat. Gradually and with many fits and starts he had watched her swallow his cock whole. Her lips were now right up against his balls and her own playful hands. The bulge in Lisa's throat extended all the way down her neck. Only now did Lisa begin pulling him back out, only to swallow him again and again, each time scraping his cocktip.
Matthew's eyes closed in a swoon after only a few swallows. He pumped at his sister like a piston and held her head like a vise. Matthew began to cum into her gullet. He grunted and heaved spurt after spurt of jism into her belly.
Lisa swallowed and gorged helplessly, her throat stuffed. Thin dribbles of Matthew's cum squeezed out of the corners of her mouth. It drooled onto her flushed cheeks as Matthew shook and pounded her body with his savage pumpings.
"MATTY!! MATTY!!" Sarah kept moaning between gasps.
Marianne played the part well.
"I'M GOING TO CUM, MOMMA! OH, MOMMA! YES, MOMMA! MOTHERFUCK ME, MOMMA! HERE IT COMES, SWEET MOMMA!!"
Marianne shafted Sarah twice more with the whole length of her dildo, now slick with Sarah's jism. Then Marianne grabbed the two rubber bulbs and squeezed them at the top of her next thrust, and the next and the next. The warm tapioca-cum spurted out into Sarah's pussy.
Tapioca squeezed out of Sarah's cunt around the rim of the dildo. Marianne shot all the thick dessert into Sarah and finally subsided her dildo fucking.
"Oh, Matty, Matty!!" Sarah murmured exhaustedly.
"Mother," Marianne whispered into Sarah's ear.
Matthew and Lisa lay together sleeping. Matthew dreamed of spurting cum deep into his mother's asshole. Lisa dreamed of Matthew coming all over her titties while Marianne and her mother Sarah ate up her ass and cunt.
A while later when Marianne pulled the dildo out of Sarah's loose-lipped cunt, she held up the glistening pseudo-cock and showed Sarah a tiny smear of blood on it.
"Are you all right, Sarah?" asked Marianne.
"Yes, Marianne, I'm okay. You know, Marianne, it was just like being a virgin all over again. It hurt, Marianne, but I loved it, damn, how I loved it."
They nestled into each other's arms.
"Marianne, when I sucked off Matty out at the lake his penis was even larger than your dildo," she whispered.
"Oh, Jesus!" exclaimed Marianne.
CHAPTER SIX
The next day was Friday. Owen was lying on the hard mattress in his rundown hotel room brooding and plotting his revenge on his wife and her two children, especially Matthew.
"The little bastard," Owen was muttering aloud to himself all afternoon as he lay there boiling in the bitterness and defeats of his whole life, blaming them on the Wilkers family.
Tomorrow was Saturday, the day Matthew was going to start helping Marianne repaint her apartment. Surprisingly enough, her pad actually did need a paint job. The original was botched thoroughly and Marianne naturally wanted a darker color than white.
By Saturday morning when Matthew went over to Marianne's to start on the paint job with her, he thought she had forgotten all about him and what they had done together that night in the car. So much had happened in just one week that Matthew almost forgot it himself. Sarah dropped Matthew off at nine. Marianne winked at her as she was leaving. Once inside Marianne said, "Ready for a workout, Matthew?"
"Yes, mame," Matt said somewhat shakily. Marianne let Matthew roll the walls and ceiling while she did the woodwork and corners. They left all the doors and windows open. It was a hot, sweltering day and the paint dried quickly.
Marianne had a thing for yellow. She wanted everything deep yellow, light yellow, bright yellow, beige yellow, but yellow. Matthew didn't care one iota what color she wanted as long as he could look and imagine how that body of hers could do him. Marianne was almost undressed for the hot work. Her cut-off levi's were so short her asscheeks overflowed and squeezed out on both sides in the rear. Matthew got equal portions of paint on himself and the apartment from ogling her ass moving inside and outside those shorts. And if that didn't give him a stiff enough prick, Marianne's threadbare old cotton blouse certainly did. Matthew could see Marianne's nipples poking out against the aging material when he first saw her that morning. That was long before the humidity and her sweat made it cling lusciously to her proud knockers. Also, the top button was missing and the next one down wouldn't stay buttoned.
About one o'clock Marianne came up to Matthew and took away his roller. She rose up on her tiptoes and gave Matthew a big hug and a smooch on the cheek.
"We're doing great, Matty!" she exclaimed. "I never thought we would ever be this far along so soon. We're going to be great together, doll."
Matthew smiled dumbly, aware only of Marianne's teasing body movements.
"How about some lunch, love?"
Food, for Matthew, always ran a dead beat against fucking in his mind. "Yeah, I'm starving, Marianne!"
Marianne let her hair down out of the bandanna and went into the kitchen, letting Matthew follow and ogle the firm shakes and wiggles of her ample buttocks.
Marianne popped open a tall can of Colt .45 and handed it to Matthew. He took it reluctantly.
"Mom never lets me drink, Marianne. Not yet, anyway."
"C'mon, big boy, you're the monarch in that household now. Do as you damn well please. Besides, Sarah told me she knew you used to sneak some of Owen's Colts."
Matthew laughed self-consciously. "How did she know that?"
Marianne shrugged. "Momma's know most everything, lover. And their closest friends find out from them," Marianne replied pertly.
Marianne fixed a pile of sandwiches for Matthew and kept an ice cold malt liquor in front of him throughout lunch. Gorged, Matthew plunged onto the living room sofa, his third malt liquor in hand. Marianne went into her bedroom came out wearing an old paint-stained full skirt.
"You sure must paint a lot, Marianne."
Marianne laughed and sat down beside him. She was drinking a Pink Lady.
"Matthew," she said as she ran her hand up his thigh, "I think you're a little drunk." Mathew smiled and said, "It 'feels neat, too." Marianne then leaned on Matthew's shoulder and looked up at him. "Matty," she cooed, "remember that night in the car? I do, big man. I do. Hmmmmm!"
Marianne was now massaging his inner thigh just below his massive, youthful balls. Matthew's eyes flickered between the evocative scene of Marianne's bulging cleavage and the meanderings of merely her fingernails and fingertips over his balls and swelling cock.
Marianne chuckled softly over his boyish enhancement.
"I remember that night, baby. I told your momma all about it, too. She was very proud of what I told her. I told her how much of a man you were, how good you came, and how nice you made me feel. How nice you could make her feel, too, Matthew, darling," Marianne whispered to him.
Matthew looked into Marianne's eyes hopelessly. His cock immediately pulsed against her hand. Marianne let her hand collapse and mold around the bulging denim.
"Why do you think your momma and I wanted you to help me paint the apartment this weekend? Painting was just the excuse, big man. Oooo, I felt it throb again, Matty. Jesus, it's huge," Marianne murmured as her eyes could not help jerking down to look.
I've always wanted one of those long thick white cocks up my cunt-and my little asshole, she thought to herself.
"Excuse for what?" Matthew asked pleadingly.
"Excuse to fuck me, silly."
Matthew waited and then felt Marianne lean up over him and melt her lips and mouth into his. She whispered to him between Frenchies.
"Ohh, yes, lover, your momma Sarah wanted you to fuck me. She wants me to show you how to really fuck a cunt or ass good. Because your momma will let you sleep with her and fuck her every night."
Matthew sat back tensely, his mind spinning with lust. Marianne deftly unzipped his pants and released his prick. He wore no underwear. Marianne was again pleased and surprised. She scooted closer to Matthew and leaned over him with her head resting on his muscular belly. She began running her index finger lightly along the pulsing undervein of his cock.
"Would you like that, lover? Would you like motherfucking your momma love every night in her big cozy bed? Marianne teased as her pink tongue tip began moistening the rim of his cockhead.
"Oh, yes, I would like to, Marianne. Yes! Yes!" Matthew replied breathlessly. "I've wanted to ever since we went to the lake. The way Mom played with me and jerked me off while we were sunning on the beach just tore me up inside, Marianne. I've wanted to fuck her pussy deep and hard ever since then."
Matthew looked down and inhaled involuntarily at the sight.
"Matty, Matty, my big dicked lover, let me help you for now. You can fuck your momma love soon enough, in fact, both of us together if you've got enough jism in those big balls of yours," she said as she clasped his heavily hung set of love pumps. "But for now, loverman, just let me give you a little blow job. Okay?"
Matthew gulped and his cock throbbed upward again.
"I want to see it get big and long and stiff like it did that night in the car. It's pretty huge right now but I know it can get even longer and thicker," Marianne teased bitchily as she let Matthew get a good view of her thick moist brown lips sliding slowly down over the head and then the entire length of his growing penis. Matthew's cock was becoming a deep angry purplish red and the fiery red lipstick Marianne was wearing left glossy streaks of it smeared up and down the length of his adolescent engine. Matthew watched Marianne beginning to stroke his angry hard-on up and down with her lips. His cock grew with each stroke and Marianne felt it.
After one juicy upstroke Marianne stopped and said, "After you've fucked me all night tonight, Matty, you'll be able to fuck your momma especially good. I'll teach you good, baby."
"OH, YESSSSS, MARIANNE!! OH, OOHHH, YESSSSS!!!" Matthew said, his voice cracking with lust and his hips and legs beginning to lurch and quiver beneath Marianne.
Marianne was holding his cock straight up now. It was eight inches at least. Her eyes sparkled. She could hardly wait for tonight and the glorious fucking she was in for. Her lips descended its length.
When Marianne felt the telltale jolts deep within Matthew's testicles, she unsheathed her mouth from around his cock and began a rapid flicking of her tongue tip back and forth over Matthew's thick flabby prepuce. Matthew rocked and quaked beneath her.
"Oh, Marianne, Marianne!! Pleasssseeee, make it shoot! I can't wait any longerrrrr, oooooOOOOOOOHHHHHHHNNNN!"
Marianne smiled wickedly and casually wrapped her lips over just the top two inches of his raging cockhead and sucked on it as she had done on his mother's titties two nights before.
"OH, OH, OHHHHHHHH, I'M CUUUUUUMMMMMIIIIINNNNNG!"
Both of his balls jerked inside her squeezing palm and instantly his sperm was shooting into her mouth. Marianne gulped furiously. She could barely swallow all of it. She did not want to let even a drop escape Vier cum-greedy guWet. But there was just too much of his jism spurting out for her to swallow. Thicker and thicker rivulets of his cum began oozing out of the corners of her mouth.
Very simply Marianne had never seen a man, white or black, come as much as Matthew did. She fell in love with Matthew at that moment. He was going to be her teenage white studboy. Her black pussy and ass and throat were for him for the filling from now on.
Marianne had gulped down all she possibly could and they both rested momentarily. Then Marianne leaned over and kissed Matthew deeply, their saliva and his tangy cum mingling together warmly.
Marianne then cleaned her studboy like a good lover and mother. She licked his big floppy dick until it glistened with her saliva. She even licked his balls and hair clean of all her droolings. With difficulty she forced his bulging prick back into his jeans. They both laughed, relieved that they could both look upon one another as lovers now. They knew the final bond would be sealed tonight.
"Are you ready to finish the paint job, Matty?"
Matthew smiled sheepishly. "Sure, Marianne. Say, Marianne?"
"What, loverboy?"
"Thanks!"
Marianne laughed aloud at his innocent sincerity and grasped his hand as they went back into the kitchen to finish.
By now the heat outside was stifling and Marianne wordlessly stepped up to Matthew and helped him out of his shirt as he came in close to her. Then she stepped back and looked at him. Slowly Marianne unbuttoned the front of her blouse and shrugged it off over her shoulders. It slid to the floor and stayed there until Monday morning. As Matthew stared at her huge firm tits Marianne cupped them with her slim hands. She looked back up at Matthew and said coquettishly, "You don't mind if your little black lover wants a little freedom, do you, Marty?"
Matthew leered boyishly at Marianne and laughed before he quickly grabbed for her. Marianne jumped back, squealing, "Oh, no, you don't, loverman, not yet. Marianne is going to tease you shamelessly all day. And then tonight you can fuck and suck and nibble on me all you want. But not until then, you sweet little motherfucker."
Marianne winked up at Matthew devilishly before she bent over to stir the paint. Matthew could not help staring at her firmly hanging breasts swaying and waving with her arm movements. When she had finished stirring the paint and Matthew's unflagging imagination, Marianne stepped over to the kitchen table and poured some of the paint into the roller tray. When she poured it, it plopped into the tray and two thick yellow drops of paint splashed up onto her big left tittie and ran down onto her nipple. She de liberately ignored it and let Matthew's eyes drink in the erotic contrast.
"What if someone comes to the door, Marianne?"
"I'll put my blouse back on, silly. Now don't start worrying. Besides, we'll hear them comingup the stairs, that it."
"Can I lock the screen door?"
"Okay, worry-wort. Go ahead. I'll be back shortly."
When he came back into the kitchen, Matthew started on the ceiling again. Soon he heard Marianne walking back in over the crackling newspapers.
Matthew came down from the ladder and over to Marianne who was holding a small, odd pair of lavender panties. She reached for his zipper and undid his jeans again. She knelt down and pulled them completely off. With his hand on her shoulder he stepped into the scanty garment. Marianne purposely fumbled with them as she pulled them up over his still long, thickish penis. There was no bottom to them. Matthew felt the hot air seeping around the sweaty flesh all the way inward to his asshole. He felt suddenly shameless and free. The front of his panties was only a wispy, sheer promise of lavender mesh. It molded around his cock and balls like a sleeve.
"Lavender, Marianne?" Matthew wondered.
"Kind of kinky, isn't it, Matty? I like it on you, though, honeyman. It makes you that much prettier to a big hungry bitch like me. Besides, I'm not running a nudist colony here, you know,"! she said winking.
Marianne reached over and tugged playfully on his prick a few times. She then just held him there and pulled him gently to her, his massive sweaty chest mashing deliciously against her ripe boobies.
"Now just why do you think I'd have a pair of panties with no bottoms, honey?"
"Gosh, I don't know, Marianne."
"Because these panties are for a woman or a big stud like you. And when it's my turn to wear them, I want you to turn me over on my belly on that big bed in there and then shove every inch of that big stiff cock of yours right up my tight little black asshole."
Marianne was now breathing these sweet enticements into his ear while she gently massaged his prick through the gauzy material beneath. Abruptly she stopped and started painting again, leaving Matthew staring in fascination down at the big wet spot spreading over the lavendar mesh at the tip of his cock. He heard Marianne giggling and looked up to see her also staring at his hanging manhood.
"C'mon, momma's boy, Marianne's going to fuck you silly soon enough this evening. Let's finish painting now. It'll keep your mind off my titties and pussy and asshole and tongue and al that slippery stuff."
"I don't think it will, Marianne," Matthew said frankly.
Marianne laughed again, relishing his predicament and thrilling inside herself at the delight Matthew's pent up cum juice would give her that very night. Marianne had spread her legs for many men and women but never one so virile and so potent as young Matthew. Marianne felt herself falling in love with a boy young enough to be her own son and this thought alone made her pussy moisten and her pussylips swell and redden with anticipation.
At three-thirty the radio reported the temperature as 103 degrees. Matthew and Marianne felt every degree. But at last they were finished. They celebrated with two more malt liquors.
"Blow awhile, Matthew. Let me clean all this up while I'm sipping this and you can relax on the sofa with yours," Marianne instructed him, slapping him on his hard, slender ass as he passed her.
In a few minutes Marianne was finished. Matthew watched excitedly as Marianne walked through the door and across the living room to him. Her breasts were swaying rhythmically as she approached. Her skirt rode high up over her knees and thighs as she sat down.
Marianne sat back on the sofa facing Matthew who had been too hot and tired to make it even to the sofa. He was sitting on the edge of the coffee table in front of the sofa. They both sipped on their drinks and just breathed deeply. As she breathed, Matthew's gaze was riveted to the rising and falling lushness of Marianne's massive brown breasts.
Marianne in turn looked frankly down at Matthew's penis and testicles. His cock was growing instinctively. Marianne felt her cunny mouth dampening at the sight.
"Matty," she said softly, "go into my bedroom and get me my green jewelry box. Okay, hon?"
Obediently Matthew lofted up in front of her and padded over the thick carpet to the hallway. Marianne watched his cock and balls hanging pendulously. God, he's big, she thought to herself in awe.
Entering Marianne's bedroom for the first time made Matthew's prick stiffen even more than watching her breasts heaving before him as she sat on the sofa enticing him. The bed was enormous and it was covered with a silky jet black bedspread. Mirrors dominated the walls and there were even a few directly above the bed. Matthew's hard-on sprang upward at the sight of all the shapes and sizes of negligees strewn carelessly about the room.
Matthew retrieved the leather box but then set it back down. Impulsively he sat on the bed and picked up one of the negligees lying there. He pulled his sheer panties down under his balls. His cock pointed spear-like toward his mirror image on the dresser mirror. Matthew could not help grasping his hard young penis through the negligee he had draped around his arm and hand. Each stroke made his dick throb and threaten to spurt out his anxious cumload. Narcissistically, though proudly, Matthew gazed down at his own raging cunt-pleaser.
"Oh, loverboy," Marianne whispered across the room from the open doorway.
Matthew bolted upright, dropping the negligee and letting his cock sway before him magnificently. Marianne was impressed.
"You should let me do that, you big stud," she said, approaching. "My, my, how long is that big cock of yours?"
"I-, I-, I don't know, Marianne. I'm sorry I-."
"Oh, shut up, brat! I enjoyed watching you beat off. You were in a trance and didn't even hear me coming. Jesus, Matthew," Marianne exclaimed as she reached down and wrapped her hand lightly around the base of his prick, "just how much longer does it get?"
Matthew blushed painfully, feeling his cock jolting and jerking in Marianne's stroking, tightening grasp.
"C'mon now, big cock, get the box and let's go back in the living room," Marianne commanded him as she slipped her hand underneath Matthew's balls and then stretched the overburdened lavendar material back out over his ripe testicles and penis.
Back in the living room sitting on the sofa with her boyish lover Marianne opened the box and took out one of the dozen joints inside.
Shocked, Matthew said, "Is that pot, Marianne?"
Silently ignoring him, Marianne lit the joint and took a short, fiery hit. In that odd, non-exhaling tone she said, "Do you mind, Matthew?"
"Well, no, no, not really. In fact, not at all, Marianne. After all, it is your apartment," he said, trying to appear sophisticated about it.
Marianne kept her eyes on a nervous Matthew until she exhaled visibly. "I'll put it out if you want, lover," she offered, reaching for the ashtray.
"No, that's okay, Marianne. Really! I mean it," he insisted uncertainly.
Marianne took another hit, watching him in "Does Mom know you smoke pot, Marianne?"
"Yes," she said simply. "She tried some herself, Matthew."
"Really? Did she really!? Did she like it, Marianne?"
"Oh, my, yes, lover. She loved it and me. That's when she asked me if I'd teach you how to make love. Would you like to smoke a little?" she said offering the joint to him.
"I don't know if I should. I'd like to talk it over with Mom first."
"I understand completely, Matthew. Besides, it doesn't look like you need any to get high," she said as she reached down and cupped his balls with her delicate fingers. "So, I'll just relax and watch your prick grow for me. I'll finish this little number and then I'll be super-ready to take it. And from the look of it I'd better be ready! Wow, baby, look at it grow in my hand!"
Marianne was now stroking his stiffening cock lingeringly through the mesh material, easy long strokes that ended ticklingly on his prepuce making his penis twitch and pulse upward in her hand. Matthew could not help what was happening. Marianne made him want to fuck and fuck and fuck. By now the panties were stretched to where they barely covered his fat, throbbing cockhead.
Marianne's leering gaze did not help either. She was now holding his cockhead lightly between her thumb and forefinger and squeezing it gently. Each squeeze made him bolt in her grasp.
"Marianne!" he almost sobbed, "I can't help it. Honest, I can't. The way you look at me and touch me."
"Don't help it, lover! Just let me handle this big prick. Marianne knows how to make a man grow a super cockstand for her. Though I've never seen one like this. Can it get any bigger, lover?"
"Maybe a little."
"My warm pink cunt is just waiting to swallow it up."
Marianne then took charge and guided Matthew into a kneeling position on the carpet in front of her. Her heavy breasts still moved hypnotically before him. Her skirt was casually riding far up her thighs and Matthew could almost see the dark fringes of her pussy.
"My goodness, look at this big angry penis staring me in the face, Matthew. Is he angry at me, Matthew?"
"Oh, no, Marianne. Really!"
"Oh, but I think he is. I've teased him so much. Here, I think we should let him out."
Marianne slipped the material from around his prickhead and Matthew's cock bounded out and up like an attacking animal.
Marianne was hynotized now. She watched in awe and some fear as her boy lover's enormous penis waved before her. Delicately she cupped his balls and started a constant, pump-priming squeezing of them.
Now she scooted up closer to him, her nipples swaying close to his chest, her skirt sliding clear up to the top of her wide brown thighs. With her free hand she began fondling Matthew's cock. Lightly, always lightly for that enraged a cock for fucking much more than a heavy hand. She was stroking it, flicking his peehole at the tip, tickling his prepuce with her fingernails.
"Oh, Marianne, please, PLEASE stop teasing me!!"
Oh, poor baby boy lover! Poor baby," she mocked, bending over to oval his prickhead into her wet lips.
"AAAAAHHHHHHHNNNNNGGGGNNNN!" he moaned.
Deftly Marianne scooted farther up to the edge of the sofa, her breasts standing out and mashing against his chest. Her one short tongue-flicking of his cock set Matthew off more than ever. But now the tip end of his powerful young cock felt the smooth brown skin of Marianne's belly brushing it, making it jump for the thousandth time.
Marianne herself could wait no longer but she was totally in control of her boy lover for now and was leading him to where she would lose this control and be pounded beautifully beneath him. She began.
Acrobatically Marianne lifted her legs up and wrapped them around Matthew's back, her arms supporting her at her side. Her skirt fell away across her belly, unveiling to her lover her thick, curly-haired pussy. Then she reached up and framed Matthew's face in her hands and rose up to kiss him slowly, her tongue and lips trailing and wafting over his whole vulnerable, seducible mouth.
As she kissed him and felt him responding awkwardly but with strength and surging desire, Marianne ever so slowly, began leaning-falling back into the soft cushions, causing Matthew's torso to slide down along hers, causing his penis to rasp and throb against the limp material of her skirt. Marianne's kiss was drowning Matthew in her black, motherly passion. At last his tongue began to meet and embrace hers and melt into her mouth.
Matthew did not even feel his prickhead brushing against and entwining among the black bush surrounding Marianne's pink cunny, even though his prick jolted repeatedly from the touch.
Marianne arched up her hips expertly, her legs gripping around Matthew's back to do so. Matthew could feel his cockhead slicing through her wet vagina lips like they were butter. Marianne smiled up at him, her eyelids heavy with cocklust. She seemed suspended herself with her pussy poised above his rampant penis. She reached down and slipped one slim hand between them as Matthew held himself up stiff-armed on the sofa cushions. He felt her hand weighing gently down upon his penis head, guiding it to the entrance of fucking. He looked down to see her smiling up to him.
Marianne began sliding back down, pulling herself to Matthew, her hand aiming his love handle. This time his penis didn't slice through her lovelips. He pierced them. Never' had he imagined anything so soft, squeezing and fleshy-hot.
"MARIANNE! MARIANNE!" he moaned, wincing in ecstasy.
Simultaneously Matthew felt utter relief and agonizing tension before the final explosion. Marianne tugged at him with her strong legs, urging him to plunge in the sword and become her man.
She whispered to him: "Push it in a little, baby. That's ... hhmmm ... right. Just slide it in easy. OOHHH! OH! OH!! Matthewwww!"
The more cock that slipped through her cuntlips the thicker it got and the more stretched open was her quim. She could do only one thing. She unlocked her legs from behind his broad, strong back and spread them in the air. Her neck arched back. Her eyes glazed over with lust. Her fingernails dug into the sofa cushions. Her wide smooth belly convulsed with stabbing shots of delight. Marianne relinquished control.
"UHH UH!! UUHHH!! OH, BABY! BABY LOVWERRR! MATTHEW, BABY! OH, JESUS, THAT COCK!! WHAT A COCK! IT'S KILLING ME, LOVER BOY, AND I LOVE IT!"
"I can't help it, Marianne," he gasped, still cramming more prick into her as he now held her ass and lifted her to him. "Should I stop, Marianne?"
"Oh, no, lover! Never stop fucking me like you are now, you sweet white little motherfucker. Never, never!"
At last Marianne felt the deepest reaches of her cunt cock-stuffed and stretched to the tearing point. Her legs were petrified in an upward sign of victory. To move them would have made her faint from the pain. Marianne could hardly (!) believe that she had finally fucked a man that could fill her quim full. Cautiously she reached down under her hips and put her hand to her cunthole.
"Matthew, you're still not in! My god, lover, I can't take anymore. It's so fucking huge. Oh, but I want every last fucking, spurting inch of it, baby. GIVE IT ALL TO ME, MOTHERFUCKER! FUCK YOUR LITTLE BLACK MARIANNE!! FUCK, BIG COCK! FUCK ME!"
"Wrap yourself around me again, Marianne," Matthew said in a strangely calm voice.
Wincing and whimpering the while, Marianne drew her legs in again around his limber back.
Marianne called to him pleading.
"I want it now, Matty baby! Start fucking me now! I can take it, darling. I can, I know I can! Really!"
Marianne blew him kisses with her eyes closed. Matthew looked down at her, feeling his desire sharpen and poise for the filling-fucking-killing.
Marianne squeezed the wall muscles of her cunt, growing to crave the electric tingle of pain. Matthew instantly flinched face to toe and desperately flailed out to keep from drowning in his black motherly fuck.
Lost in her again, Matthew panted, "Marianne! Stop! Not now! What are you doing to my cock!?
DON'T! COOL IT!"
"Shut up and fuck, babylove!" she hissed. "Pun it out a little ... yes ... now run it back inside me ... oh, OOHHH, HHHHHhhhhmmm ... that's it ... now back out again ... ooooooohhhhh, god, YES! ... OH, OH, OH, YESSSSS, LOVER ... FUCK YOUR MOMMALOVE ... FUCK MMMMMEEEEE HARD ... UH ... UH ... UH ... OH, THAT'S GOOD
... DRIVE IT IN, MOTHERFUCKER ... FUCK, FUCK, FUCK MMMMEEEE!!!"
"I can't hold it much longer, Marianne. I'll go too soon. It's coming. I feel it running out my balls into my cock now. Oh, Marianne, lover, my sweet black momma!"
Marianne reached up to his shoulders and pulled his whole weight down on top of her. She wanted to be fucked to the hilt. She whispered into his ear, "Let it come, Matthew darling. Shoot it all inside your sweet Marianne. Shoot it in me NOW!!!"
Matthew came.
He kept coming.
Matthew literally pissed out his hot thick cum into her black cunt.
He stroked her again and again and again to her gorged, swimming depths.
Pounded, mailed and whining ecstatically, Marianne locked her snaking legs high up around the middle of his rippling back.
Accidentally Matthew pulled out of her on one backstroke. A thick shot of cum jerked out of his penis head at that instant and splashed against her exposed clit. Marianne screamed convulsively and pressed him into her again, stretching her pussy so wickedly. Helplessly Marianne came all around him now.
Matthew was a pile driver. He stroked her without mercy. Marianne whined pitifully beneath him, helplessly letting each of his thrusts sear and rasp juicily back and forth over her raw, swollen clitoris. Her orgasms were so many and intense her toes curled in painful spasms. Marianne just lay there swooning, being deliciously fucked and pounded. His cum just kept spilling out into her soaked, greedy cunt.
Time was lost. They both lay there with Matthew atop Marianne. His chest expanded heavily, satisfyingly into her pillowy brown breasts. Her legs had given out and were splayed out shamelessly. Lovingly Marianne had slipped her arms around Matthew and held him into her.
Matthew's prick deflated slowly, its length and girth causing Marianne to sigh endlessly as it did so. Oddly his muscular weight felt good crushing her into the cushions.
Marianne smiled a private little smile to herself as she lay there, her hands caressing Matthew's backbone. She smiled because between them she began feeling their mutual cummings oozing out of her pussy and running down into her asscrack. It was a deliciously obscene feeling.
CHAPTER SEVEN
On that same Saturday in the afternoon Owen put his last twenty-five dollars down as a deposit on a house to rent. He promised the landlady he would have the rest by Monday.
At eleven that night while Matthew and Marianne fucked and slept in each others arms, Owen rolled two skidrow drunks. His take was eighty-nine cents. The last one he kicked in the groin after rifling his lint-filled pockets.
Owen decided he had to take a chance. In another alley several blocks away he waited and watched. The liquor store across the street closed at two in the morning. At a quarter of two the last minute rush of drunks and partygoers began.
Owen went in quickly and went toward the beer cooler in the back of the store. He slipped through the curtained door into the stockroom. He hid in the very back, taking off his coat and stuffing it into a partially empty liquor box so the owner would not recognize him as easily. Then he put on a woolen stocking cap and a nylon over that. He pulled out the pocket knife he'd ripped off the first drunk.
The owner closed up and let his one assistant go out the back door. Owen heard a car revving up and leaving. The owner watched through the door to make sure nobody jumped his assistant. He locked the door. He turned around. Instantly Owen had the knife blade poked up under his chin.
"Cut off the lights, old man," Owen hissed.
The man's lip trembled as he stepped over to the breaker box and flipped the switches.
"Leave the power on for the register, old man."
"All right, all right," the voice quavered.
Owen pushed the man out to arm's length and stiff-armed him out to the cash register in the darkness. Only the dim street lamp provided any light. That's all Owen needed.
"OPEN IT!!"
The old man rung it open and Owen emptied it, stuffing bills into his pockets. He couldn't see the denominations. He only heard the crackling of bills, faintly like a fire giving him a reprieve from the coming cold.
"Now the other drawer, Mac!"
The old man rung it open, too. Inside was pistol.
"YOU SON OF A BITCH!"
Owen grabbed the nearest bottle on the counter and crashed it into the oldman's head. He crumpled, his mouth gaping in shock. On the floor the side of his head oozed his blood into the bourbon and shattered glass.
Owen grabbed the gun. Madness gripped him and he pointed the pistol down at the old man.
"You used up pile of shit," he growled in the darkness.
Suddenly he stopped his squeeze on the trigger. He smiled to himself, thinking about how he could scare the shit out of Sarah, or Matthew, or Lisa-or even that black bitch Marianne.
The next morning Owen left his room without paying his bill. He did pay his new landlady, however. He did not want any hassles from her. He wanted that house. Not because it was quaintly secluded on a curling road halfway up a tree-covered hill. Not because it was a steal. Not because he could have children or pets.
Owen wanted this house because from the kitchen window he could see clearly at the bottom of the hill the house he had lived in for the past six years.
* * *
That same Saturday night very late Marianne was lying naked on her stomach in her king-sized bed. Her legs were spread wide apart. Matthew was behind her, deep between her legs, his stiff penis fucking her wet, drooling pussy.
"Just be still, honey," she whispered. "Don't rush things. We've got all night to fuck, baby."
"But it's throbbing so much, Marianne. It'll go by itself. I can't stop it."
"You'd better, big boy. A real man can hold his mud, Matthew," she retorted. Then more gently she instructed, "You can hold on if you really want, lover. You're too tense. Just let your weight down onto me. There, that's it. Relax. Hmmm, you're heavy. But it's nice and hard and muscly."
They lay there breathing slowly, buried together in Marianne's depths.
The phone rang. It was Sarah.
"How's it going, Marianne?"
"You're six hours too late, Sarah."
"What happened? Where's Matthew? Did he leave?"
Marianne laughed. "No, no, stop with the panic! Nothing is wrong. Believe me, it's all right," she said as she gave Matthew a squeeze with her pussy muscles.
"Please tell me everything, Marianne," Sarah begged.
Matthew knew it was his mother. He kept quiet, not sure of his mother's true feelings yet, despite Marianne's revelations to him earlier. He tensed again but his mind left Marianne's pussy, though the tension made him throb inside her rhythmically. He got longer still in her cunt but he did not come. He wanted only to eavesdrop. Marianne was the one fighting her surge of cumlust.
Nevertheless, she detailed the day for Sarah, leaving out nothing. Her voice became more and more breathless. Her tale of seduction plus Matthew's cock throbbing and growing and jolting inside her at that very moment made her hot to moan for a good pounding from behind.
"Damn, Marianne," exclaimed Sarah, "you're making me get wet just listening."
"Well, do something about it, silly."
On the other end Sarah slid her panties off and propped herself against the head of her bed with her trim legs spread out wide. Her free hand and fingers began tweaking and massaging her reddening, expanding clitoris.
"Sarah, you'll never believe how good your son can eat pussy until...."
"Until I've tried it, right? Oh, Marianne, I'm dying to have him do it to me. Really! Oh, Marianne, he's such a man, isn't he?"
Marianne could only moan a little helplessly in answer, for Matthew's cock kept expanding her cunt. He grew inside Marianne because he had guessed his mother was there at home in his future bed stroking her naked, waiting quim, thinking of him. Marianne's love liquids flowed profusely now and her hot cunt had to move against his love rid.
Struggling to maintain, she spoke.
"Sarah," she sighed, "I showed him sixty-nine and he was beautiful. God, he was magnificent. He came loads. I couldn't swallow it all, lover. I know, I tried."
Sarah sighed back to Marianne empathetically. "Sarah, his cock is a fucking monster. I gagged on it, it was so big. But he didn't let me quit. He held my head down and pumped it into my throat. But I didn't mind. I had never felt a tongue wiggling so far down in my pussy before. It was heaven, Sarah, heaven!"
"Marianne, tell Matthew I love him and to listen to what I've got for him."
"Did you hear that, darling?" sighed Marianne. "Oh, yes, yes, yessss!!" Matthew moaned as he felt his prick squishing back and forth through Marianne's still tight cuntlips.
Marianne then held the receiver out a little for both of them to hear Sarah clearly.
"Listen to me, lovers. Listen," she murmured. In a second they both heard a soft sloppy squishing sound equalling Marianne's.
"Yes. And when you started playing with your clit he started getting even bigger still."
"Hhhmmmm, squeeze him once for me, Marianne."
"I can't, Sarah. Honest, his cock is too thick now. I'm so stretched now I ... AAAAAAAHHHHHHHGGGGGGGKKKKKaaaahhhh ... I ... can't," Marianne said, barely surviving the two electric thrusts Matthew gave her from behind.
"Matthew? My love, talk to me. Tell me how it feels fucking Marianne. Speak to me, loverboy mine."
"Momma, Momma," he called out, still fucking. "Are you fucking her good, lover?" his mother coaxed.
"Oh, yes, Momma! I love you. I want to fuck with you, Momma! You're so lovely and sexy. So is Marianne."
"Fuck her hard, baby! Make her squeal for
"Oh, yes, Momma, I will," he said as he kept on ramming into Marianne's cunt in back.
"Pretend it's me, lover," whispered his mother.
"Oh, Momma, yessss!! YYYEESSSSSSS!!!"
Matthew bit his lip and began pounding it to Marianne in earnest.
Marianne succumbed. The phone fell away from her hand. Her hands tore into and gripped the sheets. His each thumping, smacking hump made her wince in joyous hurt. On the other end Sarah began cumming, in harmony to Marianne's muffled screams of delight and Matthew's throaty, spurting grunts. He answered her silent question.
"OH, MOMMA, I'M CUMMING, CUMMING ... INSIDE HER ... DEEP ... GOOOOD ... FUCKING HER ... OOOOHHH, MOMMA, IT'S ... IT'S ... IT'S SHOOTING ... NOW!! ... AND NOW!! ... OH, MOMMA!!!!"
Marianne suddenly began throwing her hips up and back at her boy lover.
"OH, AND ME TOO, SARAH LOVE! OH, YESSS, ME TOO!! I CAN FEEELLL IT SHOOTING, SPURTING, HOT, DROOLING, BURNING MY CUNT, BABY, BURNING IT SOOOO GOOOOOOD!!"
Sarah came with them, three fingers buried deep inside her incestuous cunt. As she squealed and writhed and came, the love drool flowed down her crack onto the bedsheets. She wanted to mix it with her son's. She dreamed of him being her own sweet motherfucker. His loving cock would soon replace her own fingers and he would be her son and her lover at the same time.
That weekend Owen began his vigil. He became bleary-eyed. The cigarette butts littered the sink to his side. His belly growled to a standstill.
He could have eaten or gone and bought a cheap pair of binoculars. But he might have missed his chance at the bottom of the hill. He was lucky the street lights on the corner below were newly installed and bright.
He watched every coming and going. He waited. Sooner or later one of them would stay home alone.
Over and over again Owen kept saying aloud to the emptiness around him, "This time I've got a gun."
That Sunday Matthew stayed with Marianne all day. The paint job actually did get finished and Marianne gave Matthew forty dollars for helping her. But she made him fuck her one last time for it. Matthew had grabbed the two bills from her panties where she had put it to tease him. Then he ripped them off of her and threw her on top of the kitchen table. He fucked her hard right there. She drove him home that evening.
After waving good-bye to Marianne, Matthew and his mother went inside the house. Sarah kissed her son lingeringly on the lips.
Then she said, "I have to take a bath first, Matty."
By himself Matthew wondered if he was really going to get to fuck his own mother on this very night. In the future Matthew would be calling the shots but until Sarah had initiated him into their incestuous loving she could thusly tease and torment.
From her bedroom Sarah called Matthew a short time later. He went in timidly. She was covered only by a sheet. She was naked beneath. Matthew could see his mother's large dark nipples in relief against the white cotton.
"Matthew, sit down here beside your mother. Matthew, we are going to be lovers. Man and wife, sort of. It will be incest. It is forbidden by society but we will love one another as man and woman anyway because it's what we both want more than anything. That's why it took us so long to discover our true feelings. So, if I make you wait a little longer, you won't mind, will you?"
"No, Mom, really I won't."
"Are you sure, Matty? Absolutely sure?"
"Sure, Mom. Why?"
Sarah reached out to her son. The sheet fell away to her waist. Her breasts heaved gently into view only a few inches from Matthew. Matthew's loins stirred anew at his mother's frank, wanton exposure despite his all day bouts with Marianne. Sarah put her lips to Matthew's ear and guided one of his hands to her breast.
"Because for the next week I'm going to tease you to death, Matthew my lover. My big-cocked motherfucking loverboy. Tease you to death!" she whispered while her hand slid up to his growing erection.
"Oh, Momma, don't...."
"Because," she cut him off, "you and Marianne made me very jealous this weekend."
"But you and Marianne planned it yourselves!"
"Matthew, darling, you'll learn that women are changeable and very, very fickle. For that matter, I'm jealous of you and Lisa, too. But Marianne and Lisa are my girls and your girls, too. So, you have to pay dues for them, too."
Sarah now had Matthew's pants undone and his peter raging out into view, all purplish and thick-veined with motherlust.
"Oh, my, but you are going to have a terrible time this coming week, baby. Look at this monster," she teased him as she ran her thumbnail over and over the prepuce of his penis.
"Oh, Momma, don't. Please don't tease me like this. PLEASE!"
"For one whole week, loverboy," she said finally as she leaned back into a stack of pillows at the headboard. "Then I" let you motherfuck me. Until then we'll just have to substitute some things. Come here."
With one hand Sarah guided her son into a straddling position over her belly. His prick still waved like a flagpole.
"Scoot up some, loverman. Momma wants to take care of her baby's big old angry cock for him. That's right."
Matthew's raging penis swayed before his mother's face menacingly as he straddled her large cushiony tits. Sarah slid down more comfortably into the pillows. Now her lips pursed and brushed and moistened the peehole slit at the end of her son's tool. It twitched at her touch.
"My, my, it's so nervous and eager, Matthew," she purred as her slender hands came up to grasp him lightly.
Then as Matthew watched dumbfounded and shocked with mother cuntlust his mother Sarah slipped her lips down around the head of his cock until several thick throbbing inches of it disappeared into her silken mouth. Her mouth now imprisoned his cock, so she let go with her hands and wrapped them around his tightly tensed ass and cupped his cheeks firmly, urging him deeper into her throat.
Matthew genuinely could not help himself against the delight he was feeling. His hips and ass began fucking his mother's velvet, sucking throat, in and out, in and out, faster and faster.
Sarah's hands worked their way deeper into his crack until they discovered her son's pendulously hanging balls from the back way. Gently she spread them apart as much as possible, and held one in each deft hand.
"OH, MOMMA, YOU TEASING BITCH!! GODDAMN YOU!!"
Sarah replied by beginning to milk his full, aching testicles, looking up and smiling as best she could at his ecstatic reaction.
Sarah gripped his balls, sending spears of pain shooting into his loins but also putting thrust into her son's skull-jarring humpings. Sarah felt his cum spurting into her throat and dribbling down her gullet. She drank and gulped it up hungrily, wanting his every hot drop. But she couldn't. It was impossible.
Several minutes later Sarah was licking his big dangling prick with her cum-smeared tongue. She cleaned him off thoroughly. Then she began kissing him creamily all over his face, leaving thin streaks of their mixed cum-saliva on his cheeks and lips and throat.
"For one week," she murmured to him, "you'll be getting plenty of that from all three of us girls. Your girls, Matthew, to do with as you please. But only after this week. Until then we'll give you lots of sucking and titties and lips and tongues but no pussy. We agreed to keep you pleased until Saturday night. Then I'll let you motherfuck me any way you want, loverboy. You big fucking stud!"
Sarah melted her tongue deep into Matthew's mouth.
Day in and day out Owen waited and watched. His chance did not come. It would, though. This much he knew.
He waited, hoping for either Lisa or Sarah to be alone in the house, especially at night. That was his time of most terrible need, the need to seek out and punish the objects of his revenge.
Owen saw that black bitch coming over a lot, too. He wouldn't mind giving her a little of what she deserved, too.
Marianne went over several evenings, including Thursday. The day before the new king-sized bed had been delivered. Marianne helped her get a deal on it. She also helped Sarah and the kids arrange it in the paneled basement apartment.
Thursday night that's where Matthew was watching television while the girls were upstairs chatting and preparing he knew not what for him.
The three of them came down together. Matthew's prick began stiffening just from the triple thrill of seeing them enter.
Lisa was wearing her baby blue nightie. As usual she had not bothered to put on the panties and her fleecy bush pouted at him, begging him to break her ripe cherry.
Marianne was wearing another one of her creations. Imagine a pair of panties, very tiny and with no material, just lacy white elastic encircling the hips and diving in a triangle through her legs at her crotch. The triangle of lace framed Marianne's freshly combed and parted black bush. The eye, Matthew's eye, followed the part naturally to the exposed and swollen lips of Marianne's cunt. The girls had probably been playing a little by themselves upstairs.
Sarah came in with only a small dark green towel wrapped around her waist. Her breasts were jiggling as she walked and one leg came through the slit at the side. Fresh drops of shower water were still pooled on her shoulders. She snuggled in beside her son on the new bed. Her long hair had been pinned up casually to keep the water from it and many strands, wet and clinging, had fallen away onto her neck and shoulders. It was so abandoned and sensual that Matthew kissed her deeply, burying her into the pillows. Sarah's leg came up over his, hooking him and exposing her pussy as the towel flap fell away. Instinctively Matthew's fingers slid up to her wet cunt.
That made Sarah squirm loose with the eager, laughing help of Marianne and Lisa, who wanted to start with their own tantalizing, bitchy fun with Matthew. They too were getting their last bits and chances at teasing and luring and seducing their future husband. It was clear to them all now that after Saturday night Matthew's initiation into manful, incestuous dominion over them would be complete. From then on they would be his three concubine-wives to do and play with as he pleased.
Consequently, the three of them made sure Matthew would remember that Thursday night. His mother sucked both of his aching balls into her mouth. At the same time his sister and his Aunt Marianne licked and sucked his nine incher until it was ready to burst in jets of sperm.
Somehow they would always relent just in time.
They knew that the more times they brought Matthew to the brink the more and the farther he would shoot his cum when they finally did bring him to moaning ejaculation.
The denouement was brought on by quite a combo. Again Sarah lay between his legs looking up over his belly at him while she stuffed his massive testicles into her dainty mouth. Lisa and Marianne lightly jacked him to another huge cockstand. They were both wearing deep red lipstick and it smeared around his cockhead as they mouthed him and kissed him wetly, letting the saliva drool over and down his length. They tongued and flicked his prepuce and peehole where clearish droplets of pre-cum kept bubbling out. Whenever a droplet appeared, both the girls hungrily made their tongues leap out for it. Its taste was tangy and exciting.
The clincher was Marianne pushing the tip of her tongue into his cum-peehole while Lisa was sucking his fleshy prepuce in between her lips and rubbing it against her smooth hard teeth. And his mother sucked and massaged his balls in her mouth the while. Matt came.
His mother's squeezing his balls made him spurt dollops of whitish, fiery thick sperm. Auntie Marianne's flicking tongue and lips were instantly coated and smeared with his shooting cum. It drooled down Lisa's cheek and onto her willowy neck. In a few moments the plentiful overflow from Auntie Marianne and Lisa had cascaded down the length of his still jerking, spewing penis and was glistening wetly all around Sarah's bloated mouth. His mother smiled and hummed out her satisfaction against his convulsing sacs.
And then a few hours later that same evening they got him again.
Marianne and Lisa got down between his upraised legs while his mother Sarah straddled his face and watched her daughter and black lesbian lover make love to her son's fucker.
Lisa buried her head deep between his legs and began licking and tonguing her brother's asshole. Then gently she worked her index finger up his asshole. Shortly she had her middle finger shoved up his helpless, squeezing rectum also. They were both in to the last knuckle.
Marianne deep-throated Matthew. Again and again and again she stroked his pillar of a penis with her svelte throat. Her throat muscles rippled and rubbed his whole cock length every time she had his cock sucked in to the hilt.
His sweet mother Sarah soon had her lust-swollen pussylips lowered to her son's face. Feverishly she twitched them back and forth over his darting, achingly extended, penetrating tongue.
Matthew had sixty-nined Marianne. But incest was sweeter. He had never felt anything like this. The walls of his mother's pussy were hot and wet and tight around his tongue. He loved eating his momma so much his face was soon bathed and glistening with her cuntflow. It was hot against his face.
The sound of his lips and tongue smacking and slurping into her cunt grew louder and louder. Lisa and Marianne listened excitedly while they ate. They would soon be serving Matthew his meals in this naughty way, too.
Soon Sarah's hips were driving and whirling more rapidly the deeper Matthew plunged his tongue into her pussy and rasped against her bulging, bursting clit. Sarah could stand it no longer when Matthew reached up around her ass and pushed her cunt into his open mouth and began nipping her clit. She exploded."
Matthew felt Marianne and Lisa nipping his prickhead with their lips and teeth one last time. Now he came.
Abruptly Sarah tugged Marianne off of her son's cock and held her face an inch away from his spurting cockhead. Two thick cumshots squirted out and spattered against Marianne's straining tongue. Just before the next spurt Sarah lowered her mouth and pulled her head away.
"Oh, yes, shoot it, Matty baby! Shoot it to momma!"
The next ejaculations shot out against his mother's lips.
"Hmmmmmmmm, my sweet little baby boy fucker!" she sputtered through the thick film of cum she'd licked into her mouth.
Then Sarah dove onto her son's long fat cock and crammed it down her gullet, eating it whole. Matthew seemed to have a reserve tank of cum and he felt it boiling up into his mother's belly now. Brutally he grabbed her hair and yanked her head even farther down his cock. He felt his balls leaping past her lips into her mouth. Sarah felt herself cumming even more from the masterly force applied by her son. And she came even more when she felt Marianne angrily shoving two fingers up her rectum without any teasing or foreplay. Viciously she pushed them in and out until Sarah's asshole gave way and opened weakly to the ravaging of her lesbian love.
After it seemed as if she had been cumming and drinking her loverboy's shooting cum forever, Sarah swooned dead away onto the middle of their incestuous bed.
That Thursday night was also the first night Matthew sixty-nined his sister Lisa. It was apparent to them all that Lisa was already a sexy little bitch. She loved her brother's tongue to death, squealing and squirming and writhing around it without the least sign of restraint or shame. Lisa had only to be fucked now and Sarah had that planned for her quite soon-after she had been taken care of herself by their stud Matthew.
The girls had planned everything for Matthew and were together in saving certain delights for him. They agreed upon everything being in its proper order and bowed to Sarah's motherly judgments and desires for Matthew. After all, they were all going to be his lovers. Their lives were now happily arranged for them all-libertine, uninhibited, incestuous, totally free of society's puritan restraints. In other words, they were going to fuck and suck all they wanted.
Owen waited and watched. One week passed until Saturday evening when he thought his chance had finally arrived.
It was Saturday afternoon and Matthew could hardly wait. To make matters worse, his mother now wore her clothes only rarely and then not very much, maybe a pair of sheer panties or a towel. Marianne and Lisa were always strolling about the house equally naked, too.
Since Thursday night they all three had kept away from Matthew and not given the pleasures of any more orgasms. His strength, however, had required that the three of them help each other out of his constant lewd embraces and fondlings. They didn't mind really because from the look ol Matthew's constantly erect penis it was causing him more suffering than themselves. They also kept a watch on Matthew to make sure he didn't masturbate any. Reluctantly Matthew promised and kept his promise not to. Both Matthew and his mother Sarah wanted him full to the brim of his thick motherloving cum.
Sarah needed some time to herself to prepare for her incestuous deflowering. Early that evening she suggested to Aunt Marianne and Lisa that they take Matthew out to eat.
"Food this time," she giggled.
From atop the hill Owen could see Matthew Lisa and that bitch Marianne all climbing into the car. Sarah was leaning inside talking to them.
"Auntie Marianne, why don't you persuade my son here to try some of your weed?" Sarah said surprising them all.
"Really, can I, Mom?!" blurted Matthew.
"I don't see why not. I think Marianne can be depended upon to show the right way to smoke And how not to get caught, too."
"How about me, Mom?" begged Lisa hopefully.
"Lisa, I'm going to draw the line with you You're probably learning too much for your age anyway. When you're your brother's age, you can then smoke weed with all of us."
"Oh, darn! It's not fair, Mom!"
"You think on it, dear, and I think you'll see I'm right. But I'll tell you what you can do. You can help Aunt Marianne teach Matthew how to get high the right way, the safe way. Okay?"
"Well, okay. I know Marianne and I could teach my brother just about anything. He's so dumb. All he's got going for him is a huge cock," Lisa said brazenly, her hand meandering down to Matthew's crotch and cupping his balls through his slacks. He wasn't wearing any underwear anymore. Matthew pinched Lisa's tits in reply.
"So, you're beginning to like a little smoke now and then, eh, Sarah?" Marianne said.
"Oh, my, yes, Marianne. In fact, I'm going to take a nice long hot soak while you three are out and smoke some myself. Now, you'd better get this trio on the road."
Sarah gave her son one more deep kiss and squeezed his dick lovingly through his pants. Matthew could not help fondling her breasts in return.
Owen could still see the four of them talking in the dimming light of twilight. Then he heard the motor start up and saw Sarah pulling her head back out of the car. He noticed her shorts were very short and her blouse very tight. She had never worn anything like that for him.
"That two bit slut! I'll fix it so she never fucks anybody! BITCH!!"
* * *
Sarah turned and went toward the front door, her hips swaying and her titties flouncing in her nearly unbuttoned blouse. The darkness was hiding her enticing movements from the neighbours, but even so they were always very careful outside the house. They didn't want any questions asked about what went on inside. For inside incest, lesbianism, miscegenation, sodomy, cunnilingus, fellatio, tingling flagellation and just about every ecstatic, cum-creaming perversion was going to find expression.
Owen watched the car drive off, leaving Sarah alone in the house. He waited an hour impatiently. Then he started down the hill in the dark carrying his gun and a rope he'd found in one of the empty closets. He wore a wide black belt he planned to use.
When Owen got to the house he walked up to the door and simply battered his way in with one swift ramming of his shoulders. He'd made sure no one saw him approaching and once inside he quickly jammed the shattered door shut behind him.
"Who's there? Matthew?" he heard a voice from the bathroom saying in panic.
Owen darted inside the bedroom and stood against the wall just inside the door from the bathroom. The sunlight had gone now and only the grayness of the streetlamps remained.
The bathroom door opened and Sarah stuck her head out. Owen slammed his fist over her mouth and pointed the pistol at her temple. Sarah's big fluffy towel fell away, leaving her wet and naked.
Owen threw her onto the bed.
"Say one word, bitch, and I'll blow your tits off. One at a time."
Sarah shivered before him, speechless with fright.
Owen took a pair of her sheer panties from her dresser drawer and gagged her with them. When Sarah once tried holding his arm back, he slapped her mercilessly. Then Owen made her lie on her slim belly on the bed. He tied her two arms and two legs one to each corner of the bed. Sarah was totally helpless and knew it.
What Sarah could guess at was how long she had to live. But she could only guess with Owen. She hoped it would be longer than the time Matthew would stay out.
Sarah knew Owen long enough to know that once he let his lust and cruelty work itself up he lost what little control he had. At this moment she knew Owen only intended to beat her senseless as he had done before when they lived together. But this time Owen was plummeting into insanity and Sarah knew he would find his perverted justice only in killing her.
Sarah began to pray. She saw the glaring hypocrisy in praying now. She did it anyway, fervently. She prayed for her son, her man to rescue her. She knew Matthew might die trying but he was her last hope.
Out of the corner of her eye Sarah saw Owen pulling his belt out of the loops. He doubled it up and whipped her firm white ass.
"You bitch, you're going to pay for what you've done to me. You'll beg me to stop before you're through!"
He whipped her savagely, burning her reddening flesh with the black leather. Sarah cried and gurgled into the gag.
An eternity passed for Sarah. Now each of his blows sent exploding fragments of pain crashing through her naked, writhing body.
Suddenly Owen stopped. Sarah's breath caught in her aching throat.
Owen whispered-hissed between panting breaths, "You're bad, Sarah. You deserve punishment."
In the dim light Sarah could barely see him picking up the pistol off the dresser. She felt him sagging onto the bed beside her and running the barrel of the pistol roughly over the red flesh of her ass. She flinched in pain and heard Owen chuckling deeply, wickedly.
Now Sarah felt him trailing the cold barrel down into her asscrack which was obscenely splayed open. Sarah's muscles tensed despite the agony it caused her. Then Sarah felt the end of the gun barrel sliding between her dry, puckered cuntlips. Owen giggled like a madman.
Owen began to turn the gun barrel first one way and then the other as he pushed on it firmly. He was not really hurting her now, only frightening her near to death. At first the cold metal scraped and hung up against her clamping pussy walls but that ended. As when any long hard prick-like shaft entered a woman's cunt, Sarah's cunt began exuding her love fluids around the gun barrel. She hated herself for it but it had to happen. The metal even began to feel warmer now from her own body heat. It was beginning to feel good and hard.
"Maybe all he wants is to fuck me," she thought. "Maybe...."
Sarah heard the double click of the pistol being cocked.
"Oh, my god, NO!!!! NNNOOOO!!!" she gurgled.
Owen laughed aloud, relishing her terror. "I'm going to blow a big fucking hole up your cunt, slut!!"
Sarah felt the barrel sliding all the way up her cunt. It was huge. So long and spear-like. It reminded her deliciously of her son's own long and thick and hard young penis. It reminded Sarah of the pain she wanted from the cunt stretchings she was going to get from her son Matthew.
"I think I'll kill you now, you whore!" Owen said calmly, interrupting her perverted daydreams.
Sarah's eyes widened. Her body arched like a bow futilely. Owen pulled the trigger.
The hammer smashed down, metal on metal. Nothing.
Owen laughed uproariously. Sarah sank into a dazed shock, her body still taut, near to breaking.
"And then again maybe I'll kill your cunthole later, my little squirming whore."
Owen left the gun barrel buried inside Sarah up to the hilt. He stood up and turned on the bedroom light.
"Your tight little ass isn't nearly as red and welted as it should be for all you've done to me, Sarah. So...."
The belt tore across her asscheeks again. It was almost a relief to feel it hitting her now.
Owen turned the television on to keep his own joyous, vengeful grunts drowned out. He was totally mad now but not without some sense of survival. As it happened, it was instrumental in Sarah's and Matthew's survival. Possibly there was something in Owen working against his unleashed madness.
When they drove up Matthew knew something was wrong. He could see their door was cracked open and a long piece of molding had fallen onto the porch. Owen had slammed the door but was in too big a hurry to make sure it held.
Matthew jumped out of the car before it even stopped.
"Marianne, go next door and call the police. Keep Lisa there. You stay there, too."
"But Matthew...."
"Don't ask questions! Just do it!"
Matthew rushed quietly to his door. Inside he heard someone thrashing something hard against something soft. Instinct told Matthew what was happening. He eased his way through the battered front door.
Matthew inhaled once deeply.
Then he burst through the bedroom door. Owen dove for the gun still buried in his wife's cunt. Matthew kicked him in the gut before he got close. Owen stumbled to the floor. Matthew yanked up the heavy lamp off the dresser, tearing the cord out of the socket, and smashed it over Owen's head. Owen went down, his head bleeding. Matthew reached over and in a state of shock eased the pistol out of his mother. He then stood over Owen.
The gun seemed to raise itself up and aim at Owen's head even as Matthew told himself not to kill him.
Sirens sounded in the distance. They saved Owen's worthless life.
Matthew blinked, his killing trance shattered. He grabbed Owen by his legs and dragged him backwards out of the house, banging him against furniture and over porch steps and concrete, until he let him go in the middle of the street pavement.
As the first patrol car skidded around the corner, Matthew rolled Owen over. He was coming to. He saw Matthew wielding the gun over him, aiming it at him. When the cops screeched up to within a few feet of Matthew, Owen covered his face with his hands.
Matthew fired the pistol into the asphalt around Owen's quivering head. He emptied the magazine, digging craters into the pavement. Owen fainted.
"All right, son, drop the gun."
Matthew looked up to see two .38's leveled at him.
Matthew dropped the gun, his mind and body spent.
Lisa burst through the neighbour's screen door screaming for her brother. Marianne, thinking more clearly, headed for the Wilkers' house, her house, and her lover Sarah.
His head down, his voice faint, Matthew said to the officers, "He molested my mother. He was going to kill her."
One of the officers helped calm Lisa. The other one cuffed Matthew and put him inside the patrol car in the back seat.
Inside the house Marianne was crying as she helped Sarah. She untied her and put a robe around her abused body. Sarah held her tightly. She finally broke down and sobbed in relief.
The girls were all questioned there while Matthew was taken downtown. He was released within an hour and driven back home. He learned of Owen's other crimes and was assured by the detective in charge that Owen would soon be behind bars indefinitely.
Matthew was truly entering manhood now for he knew hate as well as love. He felt pleasure in knowing he had crippled Owen Snell. He had blown his eardrums to pieces. He could have done much more damage and gotten away with it. He did not want that, though. He did want his mother. He let himself imagine what it was going to be like motherfucking her from now on. When the officer let him out at his house, Matthew was smiling and feeling his loins stirring once again. Strangely the violence he'd committed enraged his lust to where he could barely hold it. And his own mother was willingly going to know and experience this pent up cunt craving. Very soon. Very soon.
CHAPTER EIGHT
The foursome had planned for Marianne and Lisa to leave the house to Sarah and Matthew and stay overnight at Marianne's. Before Marianne and Lisa left Sarah sent the children out to the kitchen to make them all some snacks. Their night of menace and excitement had made them all hungry. Sarah also wanted a chance to talk privately with Marianne.
"Now, Marianne, I don't you to worry about me."
"You sure you feel okay?"
"My fanny smarts a little. That's all. I just got a good old-fashioned spanking really."
"Which you probably deserved anyway," Marianne teased.
"After tonight I will for sure, won't I?" added Sarah with a mischievous tilt to her eyebrow.
"I wish J were getting all that big penis up my pussy," Marianne said as she leaned over to kiss Sarah.
"Marianne, after our little honeymoon tonight I'll be happy to share my big-dicked motherlover. He's got more than any of us can possibly soak up."
Sarah now kissed her lesbian love back. "Sarah, my love," moaned Marianne into her ear.
Sarah reached up and undid a few buttons on Marianne's blouse. She fondled and kissed the huge expanding brown nipples. She sucked on them firmly, bringing them into stiff erection. They poked out proudly.
"Marianne, be gentle with Lisa and teach her to love you as much as I do. Okay?"
"I will, Sarah. We'll all learn to love one another without any inhibitions."
"Hmmmmm, yes, Marianne!" Sarah mouthed at Marianne's springy nipple buds as she nipped them with her teeth.
Matthew and Lisa came back now with the sandwiches. Sarah did not stop but rather beckoned the children to watch how she excited Marianne. Sarah broke off sucking for a moment.
"I want each of you to hold one of Marianne's nice titties while I suck them. Okay?"
"Wow!" exclaimed Lisa as she grasped one of Marianne's nipple tips between thumb and forefinger. "Look how long and hard it is, Matty!"
After a few moments Lisa was crouching behind Marianne and reaching around cupping her breasts for Sarah and her son Matthew as they passionately suckled the black woman's round resilient breasts. Marianne could feel the orgasms building up in her sensuous body now that would be released so shortly in aching cumjoy.
An hour later after the foursome had eaten the snacks and done the dishes, Matthew and his mother were alone at last. Matthew was finishing up in the kitchen. Sarah was waiting in her bedroom. When Matthew returned his mother casually stood up from the bed and untied the terry cloth robe she'd put on when the police had arrived. She looked candidly at her son and then let the robe slip down off of her erotically nude form.
Even at his age Matthew was already five inches taller than his mother. It made her seem small and vulnerable. This in itself made her more erotic and desirable to him.
"Matty," Sarah said as she leaned her lush breasts against him, "why don't you go into the bathroom and get some of that salve we used for sunburns last summer? That will fix me up fine. Plus a little of this ... Hmmmmmmmm!" Both of his mother's hands were running up and down between his legs and brushing against his swelling penis inside his pants.
When Matthew returned his mother was sitting on the bed, her breasts exposed proudly, her legs crossed demurely. He watched her as she rolled over into the middle of the bed and turned to look at her red, tingling bottom.
"It sure is red, isn't it?"
"Does it hurt, Mom?"
"Well, yes," she said, feeling herself cautiously, "but I don't think Owen hurt me as much as it appeared."
"Mom, let's not ever mention his name in this house."
Sarah looked up at her son. Tears were forming in his eyes. She extended an arm, beckoning him. He knelt and leaned over to her. They kissed, tongues searching.
"Okay, baby, we won't. Not ever again," she said.
"Mom, can I rub in the salve?" Matthew rebounded eagerly.
"Sure! That ought to make your little Mommy feel better. Oooooo, my goodness, that feels so great, Matthew!" Sarah cooed back to him.
Sarah's asscheeks flexed involuntarily almost from the warm tingly feeling her son's kneading hands sent up her body. Suggestively she spread her legs apart and Matthew began rubbing more deeply between them.
"Hmmm, lover," she sighed as she felt his fingertips alternating between reaming her asshole and then her cunthole. "You know what Momma likes, don't you, lover?"
Matthew smiled, beginning to enjoy mastery of his bride of incest.
"OOOOOOOO, OOOooooohhh, Matthew!"
"This is even better, Momma."
Quickly two of Matthew's fingers slipped through his mother's cuntlips into her pussy. Sarah jerked and then suddenly squealed in surprised delight as she clutched the bedding convulsively. Her hips began rotations back into his massaging reaming fingers.
"Oh, Matty," his mother gasped, "take off your clothes for me. Take them off for me now!"
Matthew got up, leaving the cooling salve smeared over her ass and into her deep crack. Sarah rolled onto her side to watch her son undress.
Matthew unbuttoned first shirt, then Levi's. No underwear which she noticed he had altogether given up wearing. She smiled at his brazen presumption until she saw his thick dangling cock come into sight.
Her son just stood there naked before her, letting her peruse her son-stud. His cock grew on its own from her fearful, excited stare. It grew longer and thicker and rose up into a lance.
Sarah felt herself tensing with erotic anticipation. Her legs closed and immediately her son's serene visage became grim. He had been teased and tortured all week long and he would not be kept from fucking her anymore.
Awed, Sarah was edging away toward the headboard into the mountain of pillows, forgetting the stinging of her ass. Matthew knelt onto the bed and came toward her. He grabbed her ankles and spread her legs apart wide. He stood on his knees up between her legs with his peter waving like a gun barrel in her face. His mother's eyes widened and her nostrils flared with fear and lust.
Sarah decided to take the offensive. She reached up and wrapped her dainty hands around her son's massive prick. She bent forward awkwardly in his grasp and began licking wetly the circumcised rim round and round. Both of them felt it jump and snort and throb against her glistening tongue.
Quickly, however, Matthew took her hands away and held them firmly at the wrists. Sarah strained to get his cockhead into her mouth and entice her son into a good blowjob.
"No more stalling, Mother," he said sternly as he held her back from eating him.
"Matthew, I'll let you cum on my face. I know how much you like to, baby. Just before it starts to go in my mouth I'll pull it out and then squeeze your balls good and hard and let you hose out all your cum all over my lips and chin and nose and...."
"NO! Matthew blurted to avoid the temptation.
Matthew then pulled up his mother's arms and wrapped them around his neck. "Hold on tight, Mommalove," he ordered her gently.
He drew up her trim legs with one hand under each knee and began raising her into the air, suspended and helpless to his erotic whims. Sarah could only look down between them at his uptilted prick jerking and twitching uncontrollably.
Now Sarah felt herself being lowered toward it. She looked desperately into Matthew's eyes, her teeth clenched and her lips trembling.
"Oh, Matty, don't hurt me, baby! Fuck me but don't hurt me, lover!"
Sarah's eyes shut as she felt his cockhead pierce her labia. On and on and on it snaked its way into her womanhood. Sarah's breath jerked out of her and her legs tried to open farther for him. The walls of her pussy were being stretched as they never had been by her son's nearly virgin penis. The muscles in her cunt could not relax anymore. Sarah held her son Matthew tightly as he had commanded. She was his love slave of incest at last. She let her desire flood over him.
"Oh, yes, baby, fuck me!! Hurt me good, Matty, you big stud! Fuck me with that big hard prick! Punish your mommalover! I deserve it! I know I do!"
"You teasing bitch! Boy, am I going to fuck you tonight, Momma! Feel this!?"
Matthew pumped his momma again good. She screamed into his hard chest, her breasts mashed against it. Smiling, he pumped her again. She bit into his shoulder and held on with her teeth. His whole body flinched upward, carrying her up off his cock halfway. But inexorably he let her sink painfully, deliciously back onto it.
Now Matthew began lifting his mother up under the knees and letting her fall back onto his cock, each time thrusting up into her forcefully to greet her clinging cunt. Each time Sarah winced from the dazzling agony and each time she felt his dick throbbing more excitedly within her depths of motherly love.
Sarah's teeth were still buried in her son's flesh and now she bit even more tightly for her son was falling forward, pushing her deep into the pillows against the headboard. She held on with only her teeth and her arms.
"Oh, Momma," Matthew said pitifully, "I'm cumming already! Ssssooo sssooonnn!!!!!"
"FUCK IT TO ME, MATTY!! FUCK MMMMEEEEE!!!" Sarah moaned.
The headboard banged against the wall with each of her son's abandoned, overwhelming thrusts.
Sarah's asscheeks, still slippery from the salve, slid up and down over the pillows with each of her son's cunt-gorging thrusts.
And with each of her son's straining, grunting thrusts Sarah felt a warm, hot, thick wad of male incestuous cum spurt into her willing, thirsty mother's cunt.
Sarah threw her legs willingly up over Matthew's back now and gripped him tighter with her thighs at his sides and locked her ankles over the small of his rippling back muscles. With each of his jetting thrusts into her yawning cunt Sarah yanked him into her even farther with her lovelocked legs. She moaned out her mother's love to her son.
"OOOHHHHHHH!!! OHHHH!! OHH!! I'MM CCCUUUMMMMIIIIINNNNNGGGG, OH, MATTY, MATTY, MATTY, SHOOT IT IN ME, LOVER!! SHOOT IT!!!"
"MOMMA, YOU SWEET LITTLE CUNNY!! OH ... OH, YESSSSS!!!"
"UHHH ... UHHH ... UHHH ... UHHHHHNNNN!!!" Matt humped into his Mom for the last time and held himself there, taut and spurting and iron-like deep in the back of her lovetube.
Sarah melted around his blunt, stabbing cock. She writhed and came and squirmed and came and threw her head back and came and Matty smiled lewdly down at her and she came and he made his penis twitch inside her and she came squealing hysterically, losing her breath and heaving her lush titties up and down in his face which he had lowered to bite one hard, leaving teeth marks around the nipple which made her gasp in another creaming orgasm.
Wickedly Matthew pulled "out as if to stop and then suddenly pumped her cunt again. Sarah wailed out in surprise and came freshly for him and on him. Her pussy was drenched and the sheets beneath them were ruined by the spreading stains of her cum mixed with the oozing overflow of his cum she couldn't hold in her deep pussy.
Gradually even Matthew tired and he had to let his hard-muscled weight sink down onto his mother-lover. Sarah accepted it, wanted it. She stayed curled around him gratefully, lovingly. The two incestuous lovers went to sleep just like that. Her son's flagging, though still stiff cock stayed furrowed deeply inside Sarah's cunt while they slept. They napped about three hours.
When Sarah woke up, she whispered into her son's ear, "Matty ... Matty."
Matthew groaned sleepily.
"More, Matty, more," Sarah whispered, giggling.
The hot, wet, tight feel of his mother's cunt squeezing his cock coaxed Matthew out of his sleepiness.
"Matty, roll over, okay?" Your momma love wants to be on top this time, baby. You'll dig it, too, loverboy. I promise," she teased him.
Carefully Matthew held his mother around the back and rolled over. His cock never left her warm cunt.
Once on his back Matthew reached for her to pull her to him but Sarah pulled away, saying, "Oh, no, baby! Not that way. Let Momma do the loving this time. Okay?"
Sarah sat up over her son, letting his fat, but now shorter penis squeeze into her cunt. She cupped her breasts invitingly and played and tweaked her own large brown nipples. She began rolling her hips slowly and humping them backward and forward in a slow motion fuck that prodded his cock upward into her vagina.
In a few short minutes Matthew's cock had grown inside his mother to a huge cockstand. Sarah humped down harder and harder to swallow it up. Her clit was electrified and sparking with little tingly pre-orgasms. Her breath became shorter and harder. She knew in a few moments she would not be able to cream anymore of him into her cunt. Sarah had a crazily erotic solution.
"Matthew love, I asked Auntie Marianne to take one of your cherries but I've saved the last one for myself," Sarah said mysteriously.
Puzzled, Matthew watched her rise up off his thick nine-incher. Already it drooled and dripped with his mother's pre-cum.
Sarah reached down and grabbed it near the head, rubbing her thumb back and forth over his prepuce. She felt him throbbing to a cum immediately.
"What's the matter, babylove? Can't hold your mud?" Matty's mother taunted him.
"Mommy, please don't make it shoot now! Put it in! Please put it in before it goes, Momma, Please!!"
Watching him and smiling wickedly down at him, Sarah straddled her son all over again. She still held his cock and felt the first drop of urgent pre-cum peeping out of his cum hole. She smeared it around his cockhead.
When her son's face began showing the panic she wanted, Sarah lifted one leg up high and guided his blunt prickhead to her puckered asshole. Matthew's eyes went stark.
"MOMMA!! OH, SWEET MOMMA!!"
Sarah crammed his prickhead through the initially tight ring of her anus. She winced in pain but it passed quickly as it always had when she used to massage her clit while her batteryoperated vibrator was stuffed cozily up her yielding rectum.
Once the head of her son's penis was inside the ring Sarah suddenly let her weight fall upon him. Thick hard long incestuous cock raced up her asshole and Sarah nearly swooned with bliss. To the hilt. She had finally been able to run her son's beautiful stud of manhood inside to the hilt.
Sarah then went to work on her stud boy. She smiled down at Matthew and began wiggling and swirling her hips around his pole-like cocklength.
"Like it, lover?" she said to her son, wrinkling her nose at him like the teasing, shameless bitch she was.
"MOMMA! OH, MOMMA!!" Matthew sighed, his eyes closing and his hands holding onto her legs.
Sarah's domination over Matthew was shortlived. She felt his fat dick pulsing far up her rectum, preparing to explode in that delicious shower of creamy white cum. Each stroke brought her down against her son's balls, heavy and once again bursting with jism. She fell forward on top of him and began pumping back into his every forward thrust, craving the deepest squirting of his forbidden sperm.
"Roll me over, Matthew!" Sarah gasped. "Get on top of me, baby! Hurry!"
Matthew rolled her over and swung her legs up over his big shoulders, leaving her totally splayed open to his cornholing lust.
"FUCK ME GOOOOD, LOVERRRRM FUCK MY ASSHOLE HARD! MAKE MOMMA CUM FOR YOU IN HER TIGHT LITTLE AAASSSS!!" Sarah moaned breathlessly as Matthew humped her.
Suddenly Matthew lunged at her with unholy force. At the top of each thrust Sarah felt his viscous semen pouring-spurting-splashing up her rectum.
"OH, MATTHEW ... LOVER ... LOVER!! ... FUCK ME GOOOOOOD!!" Sarah sputtered, gulping for breath in wide-eyed orgasm.
Her son gave it to her up the ass until Sarah was hardly conscious. But she loved every creaming second of her royally taboo assfucking. Her clit and pussy and ass were on fire. They burned and squealed through her pummeled body in the sweetness of incestuous lust. Only fatigue kept them both from fucking until doomsday.
When they separated several minutes later, a thin streak of blood trailed over the length of Matthew's unholy cock. Sarah smiled up at him and said, "It's all right, loverman. It was worth it. Hhhhmmm, really!"
Sarah then let him lay down on his back while she cleaned him. She licked his cock clean of her blood and their mixture of her clearish cum and his thick beige sperm. Then she crawled atop him, letting her feathery weight ride his chest, and wrapped her arms snuggly around his neck. Then they both kissed ardently.
"Our cummings taste good, don't they, lover?" she whispered to him lewdly.
"Hmmmm, yes,, Momma! It really does, too!"
"Well, then, tell me, lover. Has all this motherfucking made my baby hungry?"
"You bet it has, Mom!"
"Then you can eat my cunt, honeyman. Every deep pink little inch of it. If you want, that is."
"Can I? Can I really, Mom? Wow!!"
Shortly Sarah had her son's head buried between her spread-eagled legs sucking and slurping through her tight cuntlips and into her juicing quim. For the next joyous hour Matthew ate his mother's pussy. Sarah was cumming and laughing and squealing with satanic delight all over again. Her loverboy son was inexhaustible.
Just before they both fell into a pitch black sleep, Sarah cooed into her son Matthew's ear, "Oooooooooo, loverman, loverman ... I love you."
That night Sarah and Matthew Wilkers, the incestuous mother and son lovers, never did manage to go downstairs to their newly refurbished basement playroom with its super king-sized bed.
It was, however, initiated early the next morning. They both started that Sunday off with a bang.
EPILOGUE
It was almost two months later when the Wilkers and Auntie Marianne planned a celebration. First, it was the one month anniversary of Aunt Marianne moving in with them. To the outside world Marianne was the basement tenant, a cool black bitch that went about her business and shunned all social contact. Even Sarah and Matthew and Lisa in their conversations with the neighbors pretended to know nothing about her save for the fact that she paid her rent promptly every month and had no bad habits. When the foursome went somewhere together it was far away and always secluded.
The second cause for celebration was Lisa's upcoming birthday. She was going to be seventeen years old. After discussing it between the four of them, it had been agreed that Lisa should wait until then before she should lose her cherry. She was allowed to choose whoever she wanted. She chose her brother Matthew without hesitation to do the honors.
At first Lisa could not understand why her younger brother should be allowed to fuck before her. Sarah was adamant that a girl's purity should be preserved at least until she was eighteen. In her own daughter's case she would make an exception of one year. Lisa protested the two month delay but was swayed by Auntie Marianne who told her she would need that much time to watch her Momma and Auntie and learn from them the perfection of her future impurity.
The birthday celebration and anniversary festivities took place on a Saturday evening in the basement playroom-bedroom. Naturally they all wore their birthday suits, except possibly for a few scanty negligees and wispy panties.
Matthew wanted to get right down to the cherry busting, of course. Lisa, however, was a terrible tease, like her bitchy mother Sarah, and wanted Matthew to chase her and manhandle her and play like he was a made rapist with two crazy lesbian assistants. Together the threesome humored her until about ten that night. The cake candles had been blown out and everyone knew Lisa had wished for her brother's big dick.
After one last scurrying chase through the basement apartment they caught her and threw her onto the bed, her bottom up and legs spread apart. Matthew sat in a chair at the side of the bed where his luscious sister could see him stroking his cock to a fine cockstand-stiff and hard and long and ready for blood.
Lisa smiled at her brother and licked her lips. Matthew knew it was time.
Her mother and Aunt Marianne held her legs apart while Matthew got down between them. His two nearly nude helpers both reached in between Lisa's thighs and held her pussylips wide open for their mutual stud Matthew.
Matthew eased the tip of his thick cockhead between those pink lips.
"Are you my sweetest little bitch of a sister, Lisa love?"
Matthew sank his cock into his sister's tight young cunt, all nine inches of its thickness.
"OOOOOHHHHOOOOOWWWWOOOOOOOWWWOOOOWAAAAHHHNNNNGG!"
All four of them heard her taut hymen pop juicily inside her cunt. The blood instantly lubed her brother's cock and her cunt. The excess began trickling out of her hole with each of his quick short backthrusts.
"MOMMA, AUNTIE MARIANNE, LET ME GOOOOOO, LET ME GO!!" Lisa begged.
Lisa spread her legs farther apart when freed.
"OOOHH, YEEEEESSSSS, LOVE ME, MATTY LOVE!!!! LOVE ME HARD, BIG BROTHER!!! FUCK MY CUNT ... FUCK IT!!!!"
And he did, riding her like a stallion until they both came quiveringly while Sarah and Marianne helped his cumspurts by squeezing his balls in rhythm to his humps.
The party lasted well into the night until they all fell out together on the king-sized play bed.
Matthew dreamed his mother was sucking his cock while she cupped her lusciously large firm . titties around the base of it causing his balls to be buried and smothered warmly beneath. When he woke up, he wasn't dreaming at all. Sarah was watching him while she flicked her pink-tipped tongue back and forth over his fleshy prepuce.
"Good morning, darling," she said.
"Where's Lisa and Marianne?" he replied, trying to remain calm.
"Can't you hear them taking a shower together?"
Matthew could indeed hear the giggling and lesbian horseplay erupting from the open bathroom door a few feet away.
"Matthew, love," Sarah said, still tongue-teasing him, "what would you like for breakfast?"
"Some of my momma's pussy," he answered frankly.
"All right. I'd like that. I'll even let you lie down and eat my cunt while I bend over your face and eat your cock for my breakfast. Okay?"
"Sounds fair to me, Mom."
Lisa and Marianne had finished up now and came hand in hand through the bathroom door, each of them wearing matching towels wrapped around their lush full hips. Their breasts jiggled and swayed enticingly as they got down on the bed one on each side of Matthew and his mother.
Sarah told them, "Matthew and I are going to eat each other for breakfast. And I can hardly wait."
Sarah sucked his prick into her silken mouth once and swirled her tongue around his cockhead for good measure. Then she left off that and simply rubbed his cock round and round between her motherly breasts while she spoke.
"But you know, girls, I would like to have a little cream for my coffee. The problem is we're all out. Isn't that a shame?"
"Oh, my, tes, it is, Sarah!" replied Marianne, catching on quickly.
"What are we going to do do, Momma?" worried Lisa, right behind them in sheer cocksucking bitchery.
"I think you two should give Matty a nice, 'good morning' headjob and that way he can give me some of his cream," Sarah said wickedly.
Marianne took charge and said to Lisa, "Hold her hands behind her back, Lisa. That's it. Okay, now let's hold his cock still for his momma while she licks it. Good, that's right. Now let's you and I help out, Lisa love. Yes, yes. Just ... like ... this...."
Matthew watched unbelievingly as Marianne and Lisa dove in to begin licking and tonguing his cock, all the way from his hairy, convulsing testicles to his blunt purple head. And his mother strained her neck and jaw and finally her velvet tongue to continue flicking his prepuce. Her two assistants deftly kept it just within her reach.
"OH, YOU SWEET LOVELY BITCHES!! OH, I'M GOING TO CUM FOR YOU!! ANY SECOND!! OH, GODDAMN YOU!! OH, SUCK ME, LICK ME, LOVE MY COCK!! LOVE IT TO DEATH!!"
When Marianne and Lisa together ran their tongues all the way up to mget his mother's and triple the erotic fire searing his cockus gigantus, Matthew began squirting his cumload then.
While the three of them kept flicking his cockhead, Marianne and Lisa firmly bent his oozing, spewing cock into his mother Sarah's lips.
"OH, YES!! ... LET HIM CREAM ME, LOVERS ... SQUEEZE HIM GOOD!!!! ... SPURT IT, MATTY BABY!!!!!!! ... OOOOOHHHHNNNNN!!! "
Marianne and Lisa's lips became smeared with thick boy cum. Gratefully they used his cock to spread it like melting butter all around their greedy, smiling mouths. But they dutifully kept his cumhose aimed at his mother's lapping tongue and face. The downward bent propelled his spurts hotly against her face. It dribbled in thick smears down her chin. One shot she sniffed breathily into her nostril, though some of it still ran out as if she had a cold. Then Sarah began circling her whole face over his prickhead while it still spurted his cream. Marianne and Lisa murmured their approval and kept squeezing it out. Her son's rich cum inundated her wide lips and cheeks. Soon her slender neck had several small rivulets of his cum drooling down it. Sarah could have drowned with pleasure in her son's hot cum if there had been enough.
A few minutes later Matthew was watching all three of his lovelies licking the cum from each other's faces.
"Boy," he said aloud, "growing up in this house is going to be one fucking blast right after another."
His three willing mistresses all looked up at him then and pounced on him. Matthew was smothered playfully in a barrage of wet kisses, full firm titties, long legs and wide thighs, jiggly asses and bushy cunts. He laughed uproariously as they tickled, tortured and teased him.
Shortly, though, Lisa grasped his cock again and and felt it miraculously stiffening in her hand. They all wanted it get long and hard again and then they paired off.
Marianne and Sarah lay on their sides in sweet sixty-nine first. Then after watching a few moments Matthew told his sister Lisa to spread her legs. Matthew got between them and ran his dick up her cunt to the hilt. Then he fucked his tight little sister good and hard the old-fashioned way.
