It is not an unnatural state for sex to become an obsession for an individual. It happens all the time. Most of the people in this state, however, are usually adolescents.
When sex becomes too inclusive at other times in an individual's life, it is usually conceded to be a kind of disease. And infatuation with the sex act, indiscriminate sex past the point of reason is an indication of an abnormality in the individual's well being.
This book, in its purest aspects, attempts to show how a relatively normal mother, nearing middle age, can suddenly be driven into a complete reevaluation of her life and sexual values.
It happens all the time. One reason is that, though sex is normal, sexual attitudes in America aren't. Kathy obviously has a background common to many women her age. She was raised to deny sex-to hold it off. and even through the routine of marriage and birth she manages to conceal great aspects of this part of her life from herself.
Women throughout America are caught in the same trap.
We cannot say that Kathy's release is typical of all American women. Most never discover the truth about their own sexuality. Many hire detectives and even find themselves unhappily and painfully in divorce court in their middle years but few rescue themselves as Kathy does without professional help.
Reading this story, the reader can only be impressed with the pitfalls that await the unwary woman raised in this self-perpetuating trap. Perhaps the only real studies of their dilemma are those by Morton M. Hunt. Mr. Hunt chronicles in great detail the plight of the woman who escapes her marriage, but doesn't escape herself.
It is not uncommon for the recent divorcee to blossom sexually-as it were. She seeks the security and fulfillment she has not found in marriage and usually enters into numerous promiscuous relationships as an attempt to find herself.
The high number of repeat divorces in the United States is evidence that they don't do too well.
This book drags in other odious realities not coped with by society today, but present in overwhelming force. Incest and the love of adults for the unflagging sexual vitality of children. But it does not condemn. It indicates there is hope.
The great American tragedy is the lack of help available to these people. And there are so many of them that if the problem weren't a sexual one, it would be called an epidemic. Men and women like Kathy and Al must find there way through the grotesque problems facing them. And, usually, they fail. We hope this book helps just one person understand himself better.
-THE PUBLISHER
CHAPTER ONE
"Oooooooh, what a pretty peter."
"That's it; baby. Kiss it. That's what I like."
"Like this?"
There was silence and the tape recorder whirred quietly. The seconds seemed to stretch out like elastic hands.
"Christ; you little cunt ... Get your hole over here where I can ream it out I want to shove my tongue so far up that cute little snatch of yours that it comes out your ass-hole"
The bed squeaked and the air was filled with the most disgusting sounds Kathy had ever heard. Slurping and smacking mouth noises. Wet. wicked sounds that set her teeth on edge. Harden edge.
"That's it, darling." The girl's voice on the tape recorder was excited. "Stick that big old tongue up my twat. Swirl it around. Move it inside there honey. Ooohhh. That's heavenly Lick it. Lick it faster. That's it. Suck my clit; darling Oooooh, honey tongue fuck me some more. More. Oh, God Keep it up; darling Stick it in me harder. Oh, oh. oh."
Over the sound of her husband's lips sucking and slurping on the girl's twitching cunt, Kathy could hear her heavy gasps for breath as she neared her climax. "Oh, honey Suck the juice out of me. Now, now, now. NOWWWWWW!
Desperately, Kathy lashed out with her hand and turned off the tape recorder.
"There you are, Mrs. King." The detective's eyes were bright. His sharply pointed ferret like face conveyed a hint of obscene eagerness that gave Kathy a half naked feeling. He kept looking at her as if he could eat her and his fleshy, red tongue was always flashing out lo lick his dry, narrow lips.
Kathy moved her hips uneasily and felt the soft, squishiness of her cunt on the couch. She wondered if he somehow guessed how turned on she was despite her rage at her husband for cheating on her. Her cunt was so watery she was afraid that her juice would stain the couch and her dress. All she wanted, now, was to get the detective out of the house while she thought.
"That should be enough for a divorce," he said. "The woman is Glenda Pearsons, wife of Andrew Pearsons, a plumbing supply contractor your husband does business with. A very unsavory man, I should add. The tapes include four other meetings with Glenda and meetings with three other women one of them a teenager. I didn't identify the others yet. It shouldn't be necessary.
"Thank you, Mr. Barnett," Kathy said coldly. She took tile check out of her purse and handed it to the detective.
"I charge fifty dollars a day for court appearances," Barnett said. He stared at Kathy King and his mind wasn't on money. For a thirty three year old woman she had a lot of what made the world go around left. She was curled up on the couch in front of the table and recorder.
She leaned slightly forward and her soft, pink dress billowed around her pneumatic breasts. She wasn't wearing a bra and he could see the hard pegs of her nipples pushing out against the material. Her cleavage showed, and Barnett licked his lips again, enticed by the firm, creamy flesh that was showing.
He was dying to suck her tits and tongue those nipples into rigid hardness and slip his prick into her hot box. He knew she had to be hot after listening to the tape. He guessed her twat was gushy wet, slick and slippery, ready for a stiff penis to slip into it in retribution for her husband's tomcatting. His eyes slipped down from her breasts to her narrow waist and broad hips and legs. On one side her skirt pulled up and showed a sweetly rounded thigh.
Barnett stared at the smooth flesh of her thigh and wondered if that was the come on. She could want him to fall to his knees and start kissing the inside of that hot thigh and work closer and closer to the musky scent of her crotch. Once there he knew he could suck her clit right through her panties until she couldn't say no.
No to that, or no to him when he slid her panties down her legs and stuck his tongue in her eager snatch: Barnett could almost taste the flavor of her cunt in his mind...
"There'll be no court case, Mr. Barnett."
Barnett started. Then he stared unbelievingly at her. "It's a cinch," he said. "One of your husband's lovers couldn't have been over sixteen. You couldn't lose in court. In fact if it ever got far enough to play the tapes and identify the women, he could find himself in jail under a statutory rape charge."
"Which one was the girl?" Kathy wanted him to leave, but she couldn't help but wonder about the girl her husband had been fucking. He wasn't only a cheat, but he was a cradle snatcher, too.
"The third voice on the tapes," Barnett said. "I don't have her name yet. Just a photograph and that's still being worked on at the lab. "Look," he walked over to the recorder and turned it on. "I'll tell you about her when we get there..."
Kathy wanted to stop him. The reel started turning and the sound came out of the speaker...
"Suck my cock, you little bitch That's it, suck it." Al King's voice was heavy. His breathing was stentorian and a backdrop to noisy sucking sounds. Kathy wanted to turn it off. She didn't want to imagine Glenda's heart shaped red lips running eagerly up and down her husband's glistening rod. She didn't want to admit that it turned her on. She wanted to deny the hot flutter between her legs, the twitching of her eager cunt lips, the hot throbbing that went up and up her vagina imagining her husband's juicy, red tongue plunging up Glenda's vagina. But she couldn't. She could only listen.
"Suck, suck, suck," her husband's voice repeated. "Lick it, suck it. Get the juice out of it you fucking little cocksucker. That's the way. Kiss the end. Kiss it good. Suck it all over. Ooooh, baaaaaabbbbyyy."
Barnett stared at the betrayed housewife as the tape rolled and he knew he was going to get what he wanted again. She wasn't going to turn the tape recorder off she was going to listen until she heard with her own ears her husband drive his penis stake up some other cunt's slippery snatch. And then she was going to think of ways to get even. It almost always worked that way.
"Stop baby, stop I'm going to cum if you don't stop sucking my cock. That's it You don't want me to cum now in your mouth, do you?"
"No honey. God no! I want it up my pussy I want you to stuff my cunt full of meat and slip and slide it up and down my twat until I can't stand it. Be a good daddy and fuck me until I'm bowlegged. Pleeeease, AL"
"You'll have it, baby. I'll shove it up your twat and your ass-hole and in your mouth until you'll beg for it anywhere you get it. That's what you want, isn't it?"
"Oh yes honey. Yes, yes, YES!"
Kathy was stunned by the perversity of what she heard. Glenda, sweet, charming little Glenda was begging her husband to ram his cock in her ass-hole and her mouth as well as her tight little twat. Glenda who went to church with Kathy. Pure little Glenda.
Kathy trembled as she thought about it. Rage seeped through her body. Rage and something else. Jealousy, perhaps.
It was hard almost impossible for Kathy to face the fact that the thing she wanted most at that very minute was to have Al's hard cock stabbing into her cunt, stretching the slippery walls of her vagina until she couldn't stand it another moment.
At the same moment, Barnett imagined the pert blonde's face twisted with pleasure, her lips slick and wet from sucking Al King's cock, as he mounted her and thrust that saliva slippery prick into Glenda. Barnett wished he had more than just the tape. Film would be even better. He glanced at Kathy and noted her slightly parted lips, the feverish glaze to her eyes, her pink flushed skin and the deep breaths she was taking. He licked his lips again as he thought about her mouth watering box.
Some of the things Cliff Barnett could honestly say he liked about being a divorce detective were the fringe benefits that went with the job.
CHAPTER TWO
Kathy was trembling as she listened to the rest of that filthy tape. She wanted to stop it, to get the obnoxious detective out of her front room while she listened with her own ears to Al's cheating. Not only his cheating, but his adultery with a teenaged girl. She'd suspected all along he was playing around. That's why she'd hired Barnett. And then she'd hoped and prayed that Barnett would prove that he really had been too tired to plunge his penis up her slippery hole.
Sex to Kathy was not too nice. It was wicked and sinful, but she had had to admit to herself that she needed it often. She tried not to be per. verse. She'd never licked her husband's cock or let him tongue her vagina. But she still needed his penis rooting around in her sexy furrow and when his ardor had waned, her need had grown.
Kathy didn't even notice the detective sit down beside her nor his hand when it seemed to rest comfortingly on her knee. She was too engrossed in her own self pity.
She wanted to cry, to let the tears wash her soul clean. But the licking and the slurping on the tape stopped and she was instantly alert. Al had finally gotten his tongue out of that two timing Glenda's snatch. She imagined in the silence that followed, that Al was sucking Glenda's little clitoris. Kathy was listening so hard, imagining so much, that she didn't even feel Barnett's hand as it moved from her knee to the smooth, warm naked flesh of her thigh.
"Ready, baby?" There was the squeaking of the bed and Kathy could visualize her husband getting on his hands and knees between Glenda's outspread thighs.
"Ready, darling." Glenda's words were followed by a sigh and Kathy almost came in her panties. The sex charged voice sent goose bumps crashing through her body. It was easy for her to imagine Al climbing on top of Glenda and settling his huge, gnarled cock in her blonde fringed sex slit. Then, Kathy knew, her husband would push it in with the weight of his body. The sigh was Glenda's signal that his prick was pressing into her cunt.
"Ooooooh, ahhhh, uh, uh, uh!" Glenda's voice pitched and wavered and Kathy knew Glenda was feeling Al's huge cock pressing into her tight slit, forcing its way up her hot squeezing sex tunnel.
In her mind's eye, Kathy could picture the two of them together. Glenda sprawled on her back, her blonde hair tousled around her head on the pillow while Al knelt between her golden, smooth thighs. His balls would be hanging down around his thick penis and the purplish head would be rutting around in Glenda's blonde, hair fringed slit. Kathy knew how the younger woman's face could shift and twist when she was emotionally excited. And Kathy was sure she was excited about having Al's huge prick rammed up her pussy.
"Ooooohhhooooo."
Almost jumping off the couch, Kathy knew what that sound meant. Al had hit bottom. He had fed his meat into Glenda's hungry maw of a cunt and rammed against her throbbing uterus. She'd made that sound herself when he shoved his massive, bulbous prick into her slit and spread her grossly open. It hurt, but felt good too. It was almost always painful anymore because Al fucked her so seldom she was always too tight for him and he had to batter his way into her pussy whenever he wanted a piece of ass.
"Fuck me fuck me fuck me hard," Glenda moaned. The bed was groaning with the punishment their two bodies meted out as they flailed up and down on the old mattress and box springs.
Kathy shivered. She was burning with a perverse lust. There was a heavy weight on the top of her thigh. It was hot through the thin material of her dress. She tried to pull her leg away as she realized that it was only Barnett's hand. But his fingers persisted and wrapped themselves around the soft roundness of her leg.
"Aaaaaah," she suddenly moaned. Barnett's fingers were sliding under her dress up her thigh toward her crotch and Kathy felt powerless to resist him. Each of his fingers was a tongue of flame and when his hand finally pressed firmly against her snatch, Kathy's butt arched off the couch as if he had touched a hidden spring that activated her body.
The tape recorder droned on, but Kathy wasn't listening anymore. She concerned herself solely with the probing finger that pressed through that sheer nylon of her panties into the juice lubricated lips guarding her sex hole. She spread her legs and didn't object when Barnett pulled her skirt up around her waist and exposed her crotch. She looked down and was mortified by the sight of her pink panties clutching her narrow waist and then molding over her soft lower belly. The nylon pulled taut as if conformed to the puffy swell of her sex mound. The dark pubic hairs showed through as a black shadow guarding the entrance to her sex hole.
Her mind was enveloped in a feverish heat. She stared at Barnett and realized his eyes were glued on the soft spread of her crotch. His tongue flicked out and touched his lips and he looked into her eyes. She imagined there was a hint of amusement in his gaze, but then dismissed it from her head. His hands were still caressing her body, moving from her knees to the juncture of her thighs, his fingers rubbing over the nylon until they were centered over her throbbing clitoris. Her quivering nubbin of flesh seemed ready to leap through her panties because she was so turned on.
Barnett slipped off the couch in front of her and bent his head. His lips lingered on her kneecap and Kathy quivered all over. He's going to kiss my cunt, she thought. She tried to squeeze her knees together but Barnett wouldn't let her. His lips touched the velvety inside of her thigh and Kathy almost peed in her panties. She went rigid and put her hands out, locking her fingers in his hair.
Barnett didn't seem to mind. His wet, chilling lips slid up the inside of Kathy's thigh and hesitated at the soft, pale juncture of her crotch.
"Nooooo," Kathy groaned. "We can't do this. It's evil. Perverse." In the background, her husband's voice droned on as he instructed Glenda in new things to do, new ways to please them both. Kathy tried to shut that perverse noise out of her head. But she couldn't.
"Your husband did it is doing it," Barnett said softly.
"It's not the same thing. It's ... It's..." Kathy stumbled and seemed to lose her train of thought. Barnett's lips had slid onto the nylon of her panties and it was as if an electric shock ran through her body and she couldn't talk any more. His tongue had found the hot fingerlet of her clitoris. and stroked it. A fluttering feeling of pleasure engulfed Kathy's body. Her vagina was pouring off juice that was wetting her panties. She was ashamed of her lack of control. Yet she was so happy from the sparks of sexual feeling racing through her whole system that she couldn't say it.
"Do you want me to take your panties off?" Barnett asked.
Kathy was powerless to answer. She wanted to say no. But that was impossible.
Barnett smiled. Gently he slid his fingers under Kathy's buttocks and then pulled her panties off. It was so slick, she didn't realize what he was doing until they were gone and she felt the cool air fanning her overheated cunt. Kneeling between her legs, Barnett's eyes were level with her swollen cunt lips, his eyes probed her pink labia and the tiny hole where her sex was hottest. Kathy was so embarrassed that she couldn't speak. It was shameful that he would look at such a thing.
His face floated toward her crotch. His lips brushed like butterfly wings along the inside of her thigh. His cheek rubbed like wet satin against her skin, and then her cunt burst open in a spasm of joy. Barnett's hot lips had connected with her throbbing cunt and her essence seemed to run out between her legs.
"God, you're silky and soft," Barnett said. His tongue lashed out and ran up the length of Kathy's sex slit collecting the moisture that was seeping uncontrollably out of her.
"Ooooooo, pleeease stop," she moaned. His tongue was a flame pushing against her sensitive sex hole. It drilled relentlessly into her crotch, rubbing the silky smooth skin until it trembled with anticipation. And then his tongue lapped over the hard knob of her clitoris. "Eeeeeyowwweeee." Kathy clamped her legs shut on Barnett's head. Her hot thighs held his face poised directly over her burning twat and her fingers curled in his dark hair. She pulled his face down, down into the swampy wetness of her excited vagina. Her hips bucked up and down as his tongue lanced deep inside her.
Faster and faster Barnett drove his tongue up her quivering slot. Each time it forced its way deeper into her crevice gathering the tasty moisture that was running out of her cunt. Barnett was wild for her sex juice. His cock was hard in his pants as he tongue fucked her. His tongue pushing through the tight gate of her vagina started electricity flashing through her crotch.
"Give it to me. Oh, tongue fuck the shit out of me," Kathy moaned. She was out of control. She had never experienced sensations to equal what Barnett was doing to her quivering cunt and the words spilled unbidden from her ruby lips. "Fuck it, dear," she groaned. "Oh, God, that feels so good. Your tongue is like satin. It's so hot in my cunt I can't stand it. Shove it further. Further. FURTHER!"
As he mouthed Kathy's burning slot, Barnett fumbled with his belt and the fly on his pants. Awkwardly he stripped while keeping his mouth fastened on Kathy's cunt. His tongue flicked forcibly in and out of her hole until he had kicked his shoes and pants off. Finally, he was wearing only his shirt and socks. His bulbous cock stuck straight out from his groin and he had put one hand between his spread thighs to hold it. Slowly he began pumping it as he drove his tongue in her satiny pink sex hole. His teeth nibbled lightly around her cunt and his tongue filled her cunt to the tip. His lips bumped against her sensitive clitoris as she writhed and twisted impaled on his probing tongue.
"I'm going to cum," she groaned. "I'm going to cum..."
Suddenly Barnett pulled his face away from her crotch. He stood and Kathy was entranced by the sight of his thick, corded prick filling his hand completely. "Don't stop," she whimpered.
"You want it to go on?"
Kathy nodded. Her eyes were glued to the movements of his hand on his penis as it stroked the skin back and forth. She licked her lips as she saw how swollen it was.
"We'll do a sixty nine, then, baby." Barnett smiled coolly at her. "You give me some and I'll give you some. Okay?"
"I ... I couldn't." Kathy shook her head and stared at that awful prick. She knew what he wanted. He wanted her to take it in her mouth and suck on it and kiss it and probably even play with his sweaty balls. She knew she couldn't do that.
He leaned forward and pressed her down on the rose colored couch. She wanted to resist, but she couldn't She just lay on the couch and let him lift one of her legs up on the back of the couch and put the other on the floor. He had spread her naked crotch wide open and it felt obscene to Kathy and she knew she had to do something about it. And then he touched her twat .with his hand and ran his finger up and down it and she felt her juices pouring over his finger. The excitement was so intense she couldn't speak. She wanted him to stick his finger in her so deep it wouldn't go any further. She wanted something rammed up her swollen cunny. She needed it. Dammit, she needed it.
When he knelt on the couch with his knees straddling her head she didn't complain. She needed it. She shrank back only a little bit as his cock descended toward her mouth. But only a little bit. Timidly she opened her lips and stuck her tongue out.
"That's the way, baby." Barnett knelt over her, his hand still wrapped securely around his knotted prick as he steered it toward her reluctant lips. It touched her tongue and a spark of electricity jumped into her mouth and her lips opened wider. The purplish head of his penis slid into her mouth and Kathy was only dimly aware of how it tasted because at the same moment, Barnett had leaned forward and fastened his mouth over her turgid sex hole.
"Mmmmmmph," she said. Her lips tightened around his fat prick and her tongue lashed and swirled around it. But she couldn't keep her mouth still. She sucked and caressed his throbbing cock while her hips bucked and fought.
He was tearing her apart with his tongue. It searched and pushed all over her cunt, like a blind man's finger. He traced the tender curtain of flesh that guarded her sex hole. His tongue wiped her labia clean and then scrubbed the outside of her cunt. His tongue jabbed in and out of her twat and slid down on her bouncing crotch and stroked lightly across her hot ass-hole.
Kathy's spread legs arched her hips up so Barnett had a better access to the tender rounded flesh of her buttocks and the pink rosy bull's-eye of her ass-hole. Her hands feverishly clutched at his waist, pulling his cock down into her mouth. One of her small hands found his swollen balls and began squeezing and playing with them. She bobbed her head desperately up and down on Barnett's prick feeling his cock banging against the hot insides of her mouth. But she couldn't stop.
Barnett's tongue had found the tender target in her rear. It shoved and drilled into her ass and the more Kathy felt her ass-hole being spread the less she could resist. She battered her swollen clitoris against his chin. She rubbed her feverish cunt against his face as his tongue hotly filled her trembling, twisting ass-hole.
"More," she moaned around the succulent mouthful of cock. Her quivering lips tightened around his prick. Her tongue swirled around it in her hot mouth, lashing it, battering it, exciting it beyond belief. Her hands milked his heavy balls. Her head rode up and down and his cock plunged into her burning mouth only to come out again shiny wet with her saliva. She plunged her hips up and down and his tongue snaked from her drooling vagina to her pulsating ass-hole, diving into each and stroking the insides until she couldn't stand another moment of it.
"Oh, God," she cried. "Stick your tongue in me. Push it up my twat. Harder. HARDER. Tongue fuck meeee. Fuck, fuck. fuck. I'm going to cum. I'm glad to cummmmmm.
In her frenzy, Kathy fastened her lips again around Barnett's heaving, bucking cock. She thrilled to the feel of it sliding in and out of her mouth. His prick skin was slinky on her lips. It was like rubbing silk and velvet together and when the bulbous head threatened to pop from her lips she sucked it back in her mouth.
Her crotch was in flames. She couldn't contain the heated feelings that engulfed her ass and her crotch. Liquid fire seemed to ooze from her cunt and the cooling touch of Barnett's tongue licking her juices off the tender, swollen mounds of her pubes only added sparks of electricity to her unbearable excitement.
She felt her sex tunnel caving in. It was squeezing his tongue, embracing it while hot and cold chills lanced through her body. She sucked harder on his prick. She could taste the hot, heavy flavor of his sperm and even as she was revolted by it, she was turned on more.
"Mmmmmmmph." She couldn't help herself. She sucked as if she wanted to turn him inside out. Her hands stroked his hot balls and slid up and down the slippery wet shaft that wasn't in her mouth. His cock seemed to swell bigger, get harder, and the very end jiggled and quivered between her lips.
She felt her vagina exploding, tearing apart and lacing her body with stingers of pleasure. She was flying on a cloud of sensual sparks and she wanted to cry out and tell the world about it. But Kathy couldn't.
Barnett's hose like cock had stiffened in her mouth and she was being inundated by a solid flow of searing hot cum juice. It was hot and musky and she swallowed blissfully as her body 'throbbed and pulsed in the mellow aftermath of the first completely satisfying orgasm she had ever experienced.
CHAPTER THREE
"That's the way. That's the way, baby"
"Ooooooo. Ohhhhhh. Fuck me. Fuck me harder. Shove it up my twat. Make me feel it, darling."
Kathy came out of her half daze hearing the tape recorder still churning out the awful, perverted words of her husband and Glenda Pearsons. They sounded like they were still fucking and she wondered how they could continue going like that so long. They were nothing but animals. she told herself.
Barnett had gotten off the couch and was watching her, his hand playing with his half soft cock, trying to get it harder.
Kathy stared at his hand for a few minutes. She was fascinated by the way he moved the loose skin up and down the shaft until she realized what he was trying to do. He was working up another hard on. And this time, she knew, he'd want to ram it up her tender twat. Momentarily Kathy experienced a pang of desire. Reaching out with her hand as she sat up, Kathy turned the tape recorder off. "Get out of here," she said harshly.
"Aw, come on, baby..." Barnett moved toward her and Kathy hastily got up from the couch. She snatched her panties from the floor and backed away from him.
"You'd better put your pants on and get out of here," she said again. "My son and daughter are due home from school at any minute."
"Don't be that way, baby. I know you want to fuck." Barnett stroked his fully erect cock and pointed it at her. "You really want my prick in your cunt."
Kathy shook her head. It was impossible, but he was right. She did want his penis jammed up her hot twat. She needed it But she wasn't lying. David and Lisa were both due home from high school and junior high school at practically the same time. "Please get dressed," she begged. "What will my son and daughter say if they see you like this?"
Barnett looked at Kathy's feverish face and the lush curves of her body under her dress and he couldn't be sure she wasn't putting him on. But she did have a fourteen year old son and a fifteen year old daughter. Besides, he'd gotten his cock sucked good, and it didn't pay to be too greedy for now. There was always later.
He stepped into his pants and put his shoes back on. Then he straightened his shirt and tie. "Call me when you want to continue our conversation," he said with a leer.
Kathy stooped and hastily stepped into her panties. She pulled them up her long, graceful legs until she felt them snugly embrace her sex mound. It was a comforting, protected feeling until she looked and saw the detective still leering at her, his eyes fastened on the full crotch of her pink nylon panties as they covered her pubic mound.
Quickly, Kathy stepped past him and unlocked the door. "Good bye," she said.
"You're sure you don't want me to investigate further?"
"You've done what you've been paid for, Mr. Barnett," Kathy said stiffly. "You won't get paid for anything else."
Barnett thought about plunging his steaming, aching prick into her hot pussy and he knew she'd be a wild fuck. Just the way she'd come apart when he was sucking her snatch convinced him she was worth a little extra effort. However, he just nodded.
"I gotcha, Mrs. King. I read you like a book." He smiled and turned and walked away from the average suburban house thinking that not all of these tract houses were alike at least not inside where the important stuff went on.
He practically brushed by David King and the boy only registered on his mind as confirmation about Kathy King's excuse to get him out of the house. At the bottom of the sidewalk that wound up across the sloping green lawn, Barnett stared up at the house with its clean white paint and the crisp green shrubs that bordered it and began planning his next visit there.
It was funny, he thought, that she wanted the tapes and then didn't want the divorce. Maybe she was some kind of religious freak. Barnett smiled to himself. It didn't really matter. He liked married women as much as he liked divorcees. Particularly ones as attractive and interesting as Kathy King. There wasn't a woman he knew who had a hotter cunt. And Cliff Barnett was going to' make sure she didn't get a chance to cool it off.
"Hi, Mom." David came through the front door into the living room. His mother didn't return his greeting. He supposed she was out. Looking around the room he saw the tape equipment sitting in front of the couch. Curious, he walked over to it and punched the play button to hear what was on the tape.
"Oh. Oh. Oh. Ooooooooooa Fuck me good, Al. Run that hot prick up my twat, darling. Yes. Yes. YES. That's the way to do it. Shove it in there. Honey, cram that meat into me..."
There was heavy breathing and the teenaged boy stood staring at the tape recorder. He couldn't think of anything to do. Obviously his mother had been listening to it. And that man.
"Hunch your ass up baby Hold it open. Wide open. Give me something to shoot at. Spread your legs and I'll shove this up to your tonsils"
David shook his head. The man's voice was strangely familiar. But ... what was happening was totally perverted. His mother had obviously been listening to dirty tape recordings.
"NO!" Kathy rushed out of the bathroom and into the living room to hastily snap the off switch on the tape recorder.
"Mom, what was that?" David stared at his mother, seeing her in a new light. She had obviously been taking a shower. Her skin was wet and the robe she'd thrown on to rush out of the bathroom in was light and gauzy and plastered to her skin like thin paint. The boy gulped. As his mother bent over the low table her full breasts hung down, pouting out so they filled the material of her robe to capacity. The undersides seemed so soft and quivery and exciting. They bulged into spheres that were topped by blunt nipples that showed their form even through the material of her dress.
Just the snatches of conversation on the tape had aroused David, bringing his large cock to partial fullness. But seeing his mother like this excited him all the way and his penis blossomed into its full rigidity.
His mother didn't notice. Kathy, in her haste to shut the tape recorder up, had moved between David and a window streaming in bright, afternoon sunlight.
David thought he was going to cum in his pants. The light shone brilliantly through the robe and although his mother couldn't guess, he could clearly see the neat fluff of hair that wiggled between her legs as she moved. He even imagined that he could see the faint outline of her vaginal lips and, for some reason, it excited him tremendously.
"M m m mom," he stuttered.
Kathy looked at her son and she was so ashamed of what he had to be thinking that she almost couldn't think straight. "David," she said, "it isn't what you think..."
"Those tapes..."
Impulsively. Kathy threw her arms around her son's neck and pulled him against her. He was shorter than she was and his face was pillowed against the heated softness of her billowing breasts. She knew it was a mistake. Instantly her body was flooded with unstoppable sensations Barnett had her in such a state that she couldn't control her emotions. Besides, it was just then that she felt her son's stiff prick pressing through his trousers and against her softly rounded leg.
"They're ... they're tapes a detective made. Of your father," Kathy said.
"Mother. They're filthy, disgusting." David moved against her and it seemed as if by accident that his hand brushed against her taut breast. But to Kathy it was an electric bolt shooting through the most sensitive part of her body.
"Yes, David," she said. She clutched him to her and smelled that peculiar odor of masculinity and nearly forgot that it was her son in her arms. Barnett had aroused her so much, had had her so hot that she had to find relief. "Darling," she moaned. She bent her head and began kissing her son's face. Her body was wracked by torment and she held him close for reassurance.
His cock slid silkily up and down her thigh and his hands seemed to brush her full breasts with more and more frequency. Kathy couldn't help it. She was being turned on by her .own son. She could feel the juice squeezing out between the tight clenched lips of her pussy and she responded to his non stop stroking.
"Mom." David nestled closer to her and his hand slid down from her tit to the soft, undulating wave of her hip. His hand was hot. And then even hotter as he slid his fingers down the front of her body over the smooth hint of a belly and then under his mother's robe in one fluid motion.
Kathy was on fire. His fingers tracked lightly over her bare skin. It touched her in secret places that jangled her nerves until she practically couldn't talk. "Noooooo," she moaned.
"Yes. Yes. Yes." David's voice was thick with lust. Her fourteen year old son was intent on taking her even by rape, if necessary, and Kathy couldn't resist him.
She screamed softly when his fingers found the soft, swampy flesh between her thighs. She was hot and quivery. Her flesh trembled like Jello under his fingers and she jumped the first time his finger riffled the thick pubic hair guarding her vaginal lips.
His finger was hot in her cunt. He was inexperienced and he just forced his finger between her slightly moistened lips, jabbing into her tunnel without really warming her up for it.
It hurt slightly. But Kathy was shivering with the reaction because the hurt was wonderfully pleasurable. She sighed and spread her legs a little and let him back her up against the couch and push her down.
"David," she murmured. "David."
But her young, handsome son was dazed by his own emotions. His eyes had a glaze to them as he followed her down on the couch and placed his hot lips on hers while his fingers twirled and turned in her tight hole. Kathy arched her back and pressed her tits up against his chest. She spread her legs wider, letting his finger slide more firmly into her aching twat. filling the void that was there.
It took time, long moments as she battled with her conscience, but finally her fingers touched his leg and followed his thigh to where she had seen the magnificent bulge of his youthful prick. She thrilled when she felt its throbbing heat through the material of his trousers. It was stiff, iron bar hard. And big. It filled her hand and she knew that he was going to stuff it in her and she couldn't even resist.
"Ooooooooooouuuummmm," she moaned. She twitched her hips and felt his fingers twitching in her cunt in response. His hand brushed against her clitoris by accident and she screamed softly. It was like a match head in her twat. Searing pleasure shot in all directions with the same force as if she had burned herself.
But these feelings she wanted to go on and on forever.
David was inexperienced. He hardly did more than flash his finger in and out of her cunt. But she was unbelievably turned on. She knew it was probably because he was her son. The perversity of preparing to fuck her own boy started molten fires in her twat.
"Oh, Mother," he gasped. His hands ran up and down the length of her body, brushing over her soft sex mound and her jiggly tits like gentle feathers.
Kathy stared at her son, seeing him for the first time. He was young, but well built. His shoulders were broad for his body and his maturing muscles were just beginning to show through his silky skin. "Come closer," she whispered. Her fingers fluttered across the front of his shirt undoing the buttons and she was thrilled by the sight of his smooth chest, still almost hairless, but solidly muscled. It had been so long since she'd seen even that much of him.
As David's shirt came off she lifted her lips slightly and kissed his flat, tiny nipples. It was a strange and wonderful feeling to be doing that.
"Oh, oh, Mother," the boy moaned. He responded to her strange caress with the full sensual force of his body. "I like that. Yes, Mother, yes. Do it again. Please."
His hands trapped her head, holding her close. But Kathy trailed her lips down his smooth, warm belly and he let her. She didn't want to think about where she was going or what she was doing, but she had no choice. Outlined sharply under his pants' leg was his penis. And Kathy knew that was her goal.
After what she had done with Barnett, she told herself, what she was going to do wasn't bad. And she visualized her son's pretty peter. It had to be soft and wrinkled and unsullied. Pure. Innocent. A flush of heated pleasure welled up inside her tits and seemed to force her nipples to pop out. She wanted to rub them across his penis. She wanted to feel his cock all over her steaming body, touching her, jabbing into her, filling her up.
Her hands trembled as they undid his belt buckle. And then her fingers pulled the tab of his zipper down, right over the hefty bulge of his penis.
David's pants dropped down around the boy's ankles. Kathy couldn't resist the intense sensations generated in her cunt any longer. She threw her arms around his hips and hugged his crotch to her face. His masculine aroma was strong even through the soft knit cotton of his shorts. The heated skin of his cock was like a hot pipe under the material and she pressed her cheek against it. Eagerly her fingers hooked in the waistband of his shorts and tugged downward. The material seemed to catch for an instant and then whisk away entirely.
"David, darling," Kathy whimpered. The material had flashed away in a fraction of a second and Kathy's cheek was pressed firmly against his hot, naked flesh.
Slowly Kathy nestled her face in her son's crotch. His penis touched her across the nose, the lips and her chin. His burning balls coated her face with an invisible blanket of sweat, heavy with his masculine odor.
Kathy couldn't restrain herself. Her tongue flicked out and slid between her son's legs and licked the ever present sweat that hovered between his thighs.
"Oh, my God, Mommmm," David cried softly. Her tongue had stroked the underside of his balls as she finished touching his testicles with her tongue. His cock was hard, rigid. It stood at attention, pressing against her face while her lips sucked at his balls. Instantly it was throbbing, tapping at her cheeks, the hot glans leaving the barest traces of sticky moisture on her skin.
Kathy's crotch was all quivery. She moved her face and felt rather than saw her son's beautiful prick slide against her lips to be sucked in with a soft slurping noise.
She trembled all over as she realized what she had done. Her lips tightened convulsively over the swollen head of his cock and slide behind the mushroom shaped head where she easily held on by sucking lightly. Her tongue explored his dick, rubbing gently over the enlarged tip, stroking the sensitive, textured surface and sliding around on the slick skin on the neck of his shaft. And each touch brought its own reward. David's throbbing dick spurted almost invisible droplets of pre-seminal fluid into her mouth.
The flavor was pungent. Mixed with her hot saliva it permeated her whole being.
To Kathy there was a forbidden thrill, an excitement from the flavor of her own son's penis. that she couldn't describe for anything. She had sucked Barnett's cock and swallowed his cum, but this was different. Each burning droplet of cam he released in her mouth triggered an urgent, frantic craving in her vagina. She wanted this cock to spill its hot essence in her mouth. And then ... and then she prayed for it to find its way into her spasming cunt and stretch her open and fuck her into heaven.
"Mom, suck me," David demanded. His hands burrowed into her hair and held her face pressed tightly against his body while his cock was enveloped in the warm, moist shelter of her mouth. It felt to David as if he had plunged his prick into warm, clinging butter. Every move he made was magnified a thousand times and his mother's lips were a firm band masturbating his pulsating penis.
"That's the way, Mom. That's the way." His hips swayed back and forth as he fucked his cock in and out of her mouth. It was like fucking the softest cunt in the world only a hundred times better. His penis slapped the back of her throat. Her tongue rubbed his quivering cock until it was even harder, and her hips pursed and sucked at him like no pussy could possibly be capable of doing. His mother's soft lips.
Thinking about it was too much for the boy. His fingers tightened in her hair and he pulled her down hard on his cock. His balls tightened and pulsed and even as her cool fingers stroked them the head of his cock exploded with unrestrained fury.
"Mom, I'm cummmnimmming," he howled. "I'm cumming."
Kathy knew he was cumming all right. She felt his balls literally boiling and there was no mistaking the hard grasp of his fingers in her hair.
For a moment, Kathy was frightened. The perverseness of what she was doing overwhelmed her. She couldn't imagine anything more lascivious than hanging onto the end of her son's pecker with her lips, threatening to pull it off, feeling his hot cream pumping up from his balls into his cock tube.
And then the deluge started. The hot, musty semen spurted into her mouth and Kathy was forced to swallow and swallow as it coated her tongue and cheeks almost as fast as she gulped it down. But she didn't let go. Her lips arduously dampen down like a rubber hand seal around the end of his peter and not a drop of his fluid escaped her.
When it started, Kathy couldn't help putting her hand between her own thighs and rubbing her finger in the puffy crack that split her between her thighs. And as David poured his juice into her mouth, she rubbed harder and harder and faster and faster until she couldn't stop her finger from slipping inside her crack and stroking the inside walls of her vagina.
It was almost like having a cock inside her. She would have screamed, if she could have.
CHAPTER FOUR
"Mom," David said in wonder, "how could we do that?"
It was a good question. it's ... it's because of your father," she said. "He did it by lying to us. By cheating."
But that wasn't really the answer, and Kathy knew it. She was confused inside in turmoil. But the one thing that was becoming absolutely clear to her was the fact that she wanted her son. She desired him sexually and she couldn't deny that hunger.
Slowly Kathy sat up on the couch and stared into her son's eyes. His shirt was open and the open fly made a wide vee around the bulging softness of his balls. His cock hung out of his pants and arched out over his balls too. Her own robe was still loosely belted around her waist. Gingerly she undid it and then shrugged her shoulders from the sleeves.
The canary yellow material crumpled around her back and buttocks and David drew in his breath in a sharp gasp. His mother was beautiful. Her long, black hair cascaded down her back like a river of deep, running water. Her heart shaped face and naked shoulders stood out in bold relief. David could barely tear his gaze away from her sensual full red lips. It seemed hard to believe that his mother had just had those juicy lips sucking and pulling on his cock, milking the semen right out of him. But it was true. His penis stiffened at the memory. In a second, it was standing practically straight up.
His eyes moved downward and he couldn't help breathing loudly, passionately. His mother's breasts were radiant. Each mound was large and firm soft looking. A brownish red nipple clung to the slightly up tilted side and the underside, while not girlishly taut, was delicious looking. David imagined his cock nestling between those two hot mounds, massaged by those warm bulging under sides and he could feel the sperm roiling in .his balls to get out.
He moved closer to the couch and touched his mother's breasts with his fingers, drawing them down over the tips and thrilling to the diamond hardness of her nipple.
Kathy's own hands were busy. She gently drew his trousers and shorts down over his lean, athletic hips as she rubbed her cheek against his now dry prick. Her hands caressed his thighs and she pressed her forehead against his belly button. The aroma coming up from his cock almost overwhelmed her. She was tempted to suck it again, but didn't.
"David, oh, David, fuck me, baby, fuck me." Her hand curled hotly around his rampant prick and she squeezed it lovingly as she said that. She knew what she wanted. She wanted her son's prick slammed up the portal between her feverish thighs and sunk to the balls in her wet, slippery cunt. She was wicked and didn't care anymore.
She lay back on the couch and spread her legs so he could see her. She wanted him to see every naked inch of her body. Her twat seemed to squirm as she stretched her legs wide for his eyes to see. The moist, juicy lips came apart with a sibilant sucking noise and her vagina went all fluttery as she realized he could see into the dark red sex tunnel between her legs.
Writhing on the couch, Kathy couldn't control herself. Just knowing he was looking started her pubes swelling as her heated blood was squeezed into her cunt area. Knowing, knowing that in just a second her son would slip his bloated cock into her crack was enough to start her naked clitoris throbbing. Her nipples firmed up and came to a hard point. Even the skin of her breasts seemed to tighten, pointing her nipples yearningly up at David.
"Fuck me, Son," she demanded huskily. "Pleaaase, fuck me."
"Oh, Mom." The boy practically fell to his knees between her spread thighs, staring down at all the beautiful, creamy flesh she was exposing to him. His hands reached out to stroke her delightful, rounded breasts.
Kathy caught his head with her hand. She was hot from the movement of his fingers on her breasts and she wanted more. She drew his face down until he was nuzzling her soft, tender tits. And then he was taking over. His cheek scraped against her sensitive nipple and she realized he had just the merest hint of a beard. And then his lips had located their' target and clamped shut, pulling her rubbery nipple into his fiery mouth and sucking fiercely on it, as she'd sucked his prick.
Sliding her hand between their bodies, she caught his prick in her hand and felt the loose skin smoothly up and down his shaft. Her fingers rubbed his balls and Kathy could sense the moment arriving when he would actually fuck her cunt.
Writhing her hips, Kathy urged her son forward. As his mouth slurped eagerly around her reddish nipple, sucking half of her soft tit between his lips at a time, she could visualize his penis prodding between her spread thighs and jabbing at her waiting sex slot. His cock was so beautiful. It was long and thick and blunt, the head swollen like an oversized plum. Just getting it inside the tight entrance to her vagina, she knew, would make her practically swoon with delight. His skin was so smooth and silky. Kathy knew it would not only be different but better when he was plunging his throbbing penis in her wet hole.
And then her son made up his mind and Kathy cried out.
David slid his hot lips up her neck and finally to her mouth and the air was sucked away from her as her son's lips clasped tight shut on hers. She forced her tongue between his lips, mildly pleased that he was so virginal that he resisted, and almost came when her tongue languished in his pressure heated mouth. In moments his whole being centered around her tongue and the way it seemed to be fucking his mouth.
Finally, unable to take any more, David tore his mouth away from hers and cried, "Mom. Oooooh, Mom. Fuck me, Mom."
And then the boy dropped his weight on her breasts and thrust his strong, rigid cock into the boiling cauldron of her snatch.
"Yaaaaghhhh." Kathy squealed at the sudden, unannounced penetration of her vagina. Her squinty cunt had parted instantaneously in front of the driving stroke from his iron hard cock. Her cunt lips had been torn open and the numbing force of the penetration started at the soft pussy flesh and jolted clear through her body.
She was so full around his straining prick, she could hardly believe it. Her cunt muscles were stretched with unbearable pleasure that went on and on and on.
And then the tension ended and her son was flailing his hips, smashing his cock into the depths of her body like a spear.
"Fuck me. Oh, Son, fuck, fuck, fuck."
Kathy groaned and raised her legs, stretching them toward the ceiling and exposing her defenseless crotch to the furious assault by her son's unyielding prick. Her cunt lips felt huge and swollen and each time David's hips smashed down they flattened her genitals and sent strange prickles of pleasure pain flashing into her already excited sex organs. She was watering like a fountain. Her son's dick slipped in and out of her hairy pussy as if she were greased.
"Faster," she moaned. "Fuck me faster." She lifted her ass to receive the massive blow of his cock into her steaming twat.
The huge head of his prick hesitated at the mouth of her cunt. It was big and pushed her wide open before heaving down her vaginal channel. It was big and fast. The flaring hood of his glans scraped the insides of her vaginal passage with raw determination and each inch into her tight passage the penis penetrated was a slice of heaven.
"Mommy" David whimpered. He was caught in a frenzy. His naked ass rose and fell with increasing speed as he drove his pecker into her tight hole. Each time he did he thought would be his last. The tight constriction of her twat threatened to milk him dry at any moment. His mouth was dry. He couldn't even spit. But he could fuck. He sank his shaft to the balls in her juicy hole. Again and again he drove his spike into her and each time it became unbearable.
Kathy moaned and whimpered. David's cock was molten in her pussy. The liquid that dripped like honey from her cunt as her son exercised it was scalding.
"Fuck me, Mommy," he cried.
David's face was twisted in total comprehension as he rolled and twisted and turned his cock inside his mother's gaping cunt.
"I'm cumming, Mom," he choked out.
Kathy was ready for him. Her cunt muscles had noticed the hard throbbing in his dick and they bore down now, readying her for the deluge of hot liquid that was suddenly pouring into her vagina.
"Oh, God, Son," she cried. "God, me tooooooo."
Kathy's hips flailed up, ramming his cock full length into her hot sex pocket. Her son's prick hit bottom, filling her so full she could hardly breath. "More," she croaked. "More."
David's face twisted as it seemed like his mother was going to twist his cock off with her firm, sucking vaginal lips. His cock was spewing semen like molten lava, uncontrollably spattering it over the inside of her pussy. "Momma. Mommmmmmma." His prick felt around inside her hole, thrilling to the convulsing, grasping motions of her cunt walls as her orgasm finally hit her.
"Aaaagghhh," she wailed. Her eyes glazed and her crotch dissolved into a heated swamp that enveloped her son's pecker. "I'm cumming. I'm cummmminnnng." Kathy kicked her legs up in the air and wrapped them around David's waist and ground her upturned crotch hard against his pelvis.
The boy whimpered as he felt their orgasmic juices mingling. It was wrong, he told himself, to be stirring their fluids together in his mother's cunt using his penis as a stirrer. He told himself over and over that it was wrong.
But it didn't change things. He also thought about those soft, clasping cunt lips that sucked on his cock until it erupted and David knew he wasn't going to give up sticking his peter in his mother's fervid pussy. No matter what, he knew he couldn't.
As his cock softened and slid easily out of her cunt, Kathy was ashamed. But she was elated, too. Every nerve tingled and even the soft movement of her son's bloated stickly penis between her sex lips made her whole body from her ass-hole to her toes quiver with suppressed enjoyment.
"David," she said. "We can't do this any more."
"I know, Mother." Tears glistened at the edges of the boy's eyes.
"Darling..." His tears hurt Kathy. He was her son and the last thing she wanted to do was to harm him. She shook her head and caught his loose penis in her hand and massaged it. Then she bent her head and long and lovingly kissed it, laying the mixed evidence of their passion off with her tongue. Tasting the cum juices started a warm fire in her heart and she murmured, "Never."
And the worst part, she knew, was that she was lying.
CHAPTER FIVE
Kathy had the strangest feeling that someone had been watching. It was absurd, she told herself. Yet it was a nagging feeling and she moved hastily, urging David up from the couch. The boy moved languidly. "Hurry," Kathy said. "Before your sister gets home."
David nodded his head and, bundling his clothes up, hurried off to his room.
Kathy fussed like an old hen, making sure that no traces remained of their activities, and then hurried to her own room where she stepped into the adjacent shower and stood under the driving water, reality slowly seeping back into her brain.
She held her tits up to the water, feeling the spray drive against her nipples. Her hands on the soft undersides of her tits massaged them and added to the stimulus and she watched the tips enlarge and grow longer and thicker and actually darken.
Her hands stroked down her sides. As she took that soap and lathered the pouting sex mound between her legs, Kathy began to grow excited again. The hard, slippery bar of soap zipped the length of her slot, leaving a strange burning sensation in her twat that was annoyingly pleasurable. She moved her hand faster and thought again of her son as she had seen him, his hard, erect cock sticking up in front of him with so much pride.
Moaning, Kathy twisted her fingers in her pussy and remembered how nice this prick had felt inside of her. Better than the bar of soap which soothed the swollen lining of her throbbing twat.
"Ooooooo." Her voice was a moan and she twisted her hips, pivoting her sex hole outward as she desperately worked the soap in and out of her hole. She was going to come off again. Thinking about her son and the way her husband had cheated her she felt her body reach a new crest of sexual response. She wished she could pinch and maul her own breasts as she bucked her crack against her hand, feeling the entire bar of soap being driven up her twat and then forced out by her responding sex muscles.
"Yiiiiiii," she screamed. She was cumming again. Her twat was itchy, vibrating like two adjacent leaves as she closed her slippery flesh around the wet, unclaspable bar of soap. It stretched her open. Her cunt was like a void being, split by the soap and Kathy knew she couldn't stop until she was cuming and cuming in her hand in the hard drumming water of the shower.
Spitefully, Kathy seemed to say to herself, There you son of a bitch that's what you get for cheating on me.
Suddenly Kathy remembered the tape recorder. Hastily she toweled off, barely luxuriating in the rough soft feel of the towel between her legs and she stepped back into her room where she put on black lace panties that snugly clasped her quim and fitted a bra around her torso that seemed to be as soft as a man's hands as it held her breasts up. Over this she pulled a minidress and Kathy was dressed.
Fortunately no one come in and David was still in his room, discreetly quiet. The tape recorder slipped easily into its shelf in the closet and Kathy took the added precaution of removing the tape it held. This, with the other three tapes,. she stashed behind the liquid soap under the sink. It was a place she knew the men in the house would scarcely think of looking.
Kathy thought about what she would like to do to her husband to get even. She knew she should listen to the rest of the tapes, but she couldn't bear the thought of sitting through them, hearing with her own ears as he screwed other women. She wanted the bastard to pay and pay. All along for the past few years their marriage had been rocky. Al hadn't been sleeping with her much. And when he did, it was like he was putting on a pair of old shoes for some dirty work.
The outrage Kathy felt colored all of her thoughts. Part of it was the many sleepless nights she'd had, clutching her pillow on strained silence while what she really wanted was a hot cock rammed up her twitching pussy. Al's cock had once been adequate. But apparently, after he started running around with younger girls, like Glenda, Kathy's pussy wasn't glamorous enough for him. Or exciting enough.
Kathy began putting dinner together. And while she did she rehearsed what she was going to say to Al. And just how she was going to say it. Divorce was out of the question. Both of them knew that. It had been that way for years, ever since Al began keeping two sets of books. But while Kathy had never actually had anything to do with the money end of his business, she knew where the bodies were buried.
Grimacing, she threw too much pepper into the beef stew and then laughed. She didn't think she'd tell Al the stew was peppery. She'd let him find it out for himself. It wasn't going to be the only shock he got at dinner. Not by a long shot.
Al King had just put a spoonful of stew in his mouth when Kathy said casually, "How's Glenda?"
He sucked some of the stew down his windpipe and got red in the face and coughed and hacked for an uncomfortable minute. "Damn stew," he groused. "It's too peppery."
"Forget that, Al." Kathy daintily licked her lips, like a cat making talk with a canary. "I hear Glenda's been pretty good lately..."
Al looked unhappily at his stew. "How the hell am I supposed to know. She's your girlfriend."
"I hear she's pretty good in bed."
"Ask her husband," Al growled. He stared at his wife and his eyes narrowed. "Don't start giving me a lot of cheap bullshit about being jealous of Glenda."
"Is she a better fuck in the ass-hole or the cunt, Al?"
Kathy had her husband's full attention now. His eyes were slits and the wrinkles in his face looked mean. "I think you're trying to tell me something.
"How did you ever guess?" Kathy smiled. She raised her hand and said, "I hear you've been giving her a lot of this." Her middle finger stuck stiffly up from her balled fist. Looking at her husband's contorted expression, Kathy was glad she'd made David and his sister go out for dinner at a friend's house.
"She's a better fuck than you," he said slowly, contemptuously. "How did you find out?"
"Tapes," Kathy said. "I've got it all on tape down at that sleazy love nest you're keeping hot night and day. Her and the others."
She hadn't expected to see it happen, but her husband turned ghost white. Kathy looked at him curiously. She hadn't expected her knowledge with proof that he was playing around would hit him so hard.
"Give them to me," he said. When he stepped away from the chair Al King wasn't as tall as he was broad. His shoulders scratched the doorway on both sides when he went through and were physical evidence of having been a construction laborer before he worked up to his own small contracting company. "Give them to me," he repeated again.
Kathy laughed uneasily and she realized that she had gotten an unexpected reaction for her husband. He stepped around the table coming at her and Kathy felt the first surges of fear and excitement shoot through her. he was so big. She shook herself. "Fuck you, Al."
"Cunt," he said. He lifted her from her chair and practically threw her back against the wall. "Give me those tapes."
A thrill started down in Kathy's vagina. It penetrated her cunt lips and spread up into her throbbing body. Even her tits felt alive, jiggling frantically against the confines of her uplift bra. All her married life, Kathy had been a little contemptuous of Al for being a big, crude son of a bitch. He'd always had his way. When he wanted to fuck he threw her down on the bed and stuck his prick between her legs and drilled it into her for as long as he wanted and as hard and fast as he wanted. He'd never seemed to feel more of her under him than her clasping pussy lips.
But now Al was paying attention to her. Really paying attention. "Why' Al, I didn't think you cared that much. Are you afraid I'll sell them to some of your buddies for after dinner music?" Kathy smiled smugly.
"Bitch!"
Suddenly Kathy wasn't so confident. Her husband grabbed her minidress and pulled it off, practically tearing it in half with one pull. She felt the frayed edges slide over her skin and the cool rush of air against her body. She backed away from him, wishing that the kitchen dinette wasn't so small, that there was someplace to hide.
Al came after her, looking bigger and meaner than he ever did before. His hand flashed toward her and his fingers curled in the strap between her bra cups. She stared at him, frightened, for a brief moment before he tugged. The clasps held for an instant and Kathy felt the hard pull of the material against her back and then her breasts were free and jiggling wildly in front of her.
She backed away. But Al lunged and hooked a finger in the wisp of lace between her thighs. When it ripped it sounded louder than she would have thought possible from such a fragile piece of cloth. All she had left on were nylons and a pair of medium high heels. "No, Al," she said. "Get away from me."
"You wanted to fuck around, you lousy cunt," he gritted through clenched teeth. "Now you're going to find out what it's really all about. Now you're going to get fucked. Good."
Al moved fluidly toward her and Kathy was conscious of her nakedness. She couldn't avoid thinking about the thick piece of cock meat that hung between his thighs. It was hose thick and started to get hard. The head was like a small, purplish apple. The shaft was twined with veins that gave it a knotted, lumpy appearance.
Just looking at the bulge in his pants started Kathy's cunt weeping. She wanted to stop, but she was getting all slippery down there, just from thinking about how that massive, brutal cock felt when he shoved it up her slimy pussy.
"When I get done with you, you're going to be begging me to take those tapes, bitch." Al's hand shot out and wrapped around Kathy's bobbing tit.
"Oooooo." Kathy was transfixed. She couldn't move. Al's fingers were hard around her nipple and strange sensations ran through her body from the place where he had clamped his fingers on her breast. "Please, Al," she begged.
But he only grinned and began pulling her toward him by her nipple. Her tit stretched at first and the sensations grew and grew until she was floating on them, her mind reeling under the dual impact of his touch and her own fear. She was afraid of Al. For the first time, she understood how other people could be threatened by him. He gave off an aura of physical power and brute reasoning.
Struggling did no good. A strange kind of pain lanced up from the nipple he was squeezing. It had gotten hard, like a little diamond, and didn't hurt much the way he had it pinched. But when he tugged it stretched the soft flesh of her tit and that did hurt a little. Prickles of pain and a weird sort of pleasure seemed to pool in Kathy's breasts.
When she was up close, Al hooked a finger in her gaping pussy. His finger was hard and thick and long. It slid inside her with remarkable ease considering the fact that her cunt wasn't prepared. And Kathy was shocked again by the perverse thrill this treatment of her body seemed to generate in her.
Dragging her along behind him,. Al led her to the master bedroom in the back of the house. Kathy had to go along; She was hooked on his curled finger in her cunt. She couldn't have gotten off it even if she had wanted to.
The vengeful woman who had wanted to get even with her husband was gone. In her place was only a scared and excited Kathy.
She followed along behind her husband, walking bowlegged around the thick knot of his hand. His finger was sunk clear to his knuckle in the hot, oozey depths of her cunt and each step rubbed his finger strangely in her sex hole. Kathy couldn't help it. She was being turned on and she didn't want to be.
"In here." Al shoved her into the bedroom and let loose of her cunt.
"No." Kathy glared defiantly at her husband and tried to go around him. He snarled and his big hand just wrapped itself completely around her crotch, each finger burning its identity into her naked flesh, and he literally threw her onto the bed.
"Now, cunt," he said, "you're going to get what you've got coming to you.
Kathy started in fascinated horror as her husband started undressing. First he pulled his belt out of his pants. Then he ripped his shirt off and kicked his shoes under the bed. Then, staring meanly at her, he undid the front of his pants and slowly stepped out of them.
It was no surprise to Kathy the way his penis bobbed straight up as his pants slid down his legs. It was iron hard over his tightly knotted balls. And, if anything, was bigger and hotter looking than she'd ever seen it before.
She squeezed her thighs together and moaned, "No. Al, please don't. We'll ... we'll work something out."
"Too late." Her husband chuckled evilly. "Now, little Miss Fancy Pure Cunt, I'm going to give you what you've deserved for years." His hand went to his prick and he stroked it and a drop of crystal cum surfaced on the tip and glimmered in the afternoon sunlight coming through the drapes.
For a moment, staring at it, it looked to Kathy like a miniature crystal ball. Deep inside it, if she looked hard enough and long enough, she knew she would discover her past and her future if she still had one...
CHAPTER SIX
"Yaaaggghhhh." Kathy screamed shrilly as her husband grabbed her legs and pulled them apart only to shove them high over her head. The sudden rush of air and the feeling of exposure as her cunt was spread for his inspection scared her more than she liked to admit and it was released in a terrorized scream.
She had no more breath when his body rubbed against the backs of her legs and pressed against her nylons while his hot, hard prick plunged into her gaping pussy.
It hurt. The penetration into her cunt hurt and burned at the same time. It felt like he had sand papered the skin off the inside of her pussy when he rammed his prick into her and her cunt lips were literally gasping as they tightened and relaxed in uncontrolled frenzy.
As soon as his cock was buried to his balls in his wife's turgid twat, Al's hands closed around her full, vibrant tits and began squeezing and massaging the succulent handfuls of soft flesh. When he finally moved his hips, there was a lewd sucking sound, as if Kathy's pussy didn't want to let go of his probing sex root.
Kathy wiggled her hips. It was the movement that she couldn't bear. She was so tense and ... and excited. Her cunt lips were swollen as big as cucumbers and a little prick would have turned her on if it was stuffed between them. They were so sensitive. And Al's cock wasn't little by any means. It was a hard, heavy roll of flesh that in normal moments of passion stretched her as wide as she thought she could go without tearing.
This time it wasn't a normal moment of passion. Al was raping her. And, she was ashamed to admit, she was responding twice as hard as she would to his usual sexual overture.
"Bastard," she snarled through gritted teeth. She couldn't respond in any other way. The plunging motion of his cock between her trembling pussy lips sapped all her emotional energy.
Kathy was fighting to keep from giving in and begging him to fuck her to insanity.
"Screw you, bitch." Al spread her legs wider and slammed his cock into her open vagina.
One of her shoes fell off her foot and dropped by her head.
"Fuck, you Goddamn cold bitch." Al twisted his hips, giving his pecker a rotary motion that drilled into her hole. His fingers groped across her breasts and twisted her nipples making her scream in unrepressed passion. Faster and faster he rocked his penis in and out of her throbbing, burning sex hole. She was torn open so wide she could feel the air of the room pumping in and out of her cunt with each plunge of Al's prick.
"God Al," she moaned between clenched teeth. "More. More. More."
He heard her and he drove harder against her exposed pussy. He slipped his hand down between the wide vee of her thighs and his fingers searched over her wet sex slot until he found the pink nubbin of clitoris almost touching his pistoning prick as it shot in and out of her seeping slot.
"Ohhh, Al. Do it some more. Yes. Yes. YESSSSSSS." She arched her back and pushed her pelvis up to envelop his stabbing peter and rub her hard little clitoris against his exploring finger tips."
Kathy was in a frenzy of feeling. She could barely think as she frigged her hole up and down on her husband's fat. penetrating sex pole. She was getting fucked like she had never been fucked before and that was all that mattered to her.
Suddenly Al's hips heaved further than usual and Kathy felt her husband's cock slip out of the warm, wet shelter of her cunt. Her fingers clawed at his back, her fingernails raked at his skin as she tried to guide his penis back into her hole.
She was desperate to have that hard, round peg plunging between her thighs into the fevered crevice of her pussy. She wanted it. She needed it. Her nerves clung to the ceiling as she hovered an angel's hair away from the frantic orgasm that would propel her into a kind of heaven. All it would take was one more plunge. All his cock had to do was piston into her slit and spread her twat open one more time and make her squeal with pain and ecstasy for a final moment. That's all that stood between Kathy and fulfillment.
She tried. Her hips heaved desperately. Her cunt waved around, its hairy lips seeming to have eyes of its own as she tried to ring his hard penis with her vaginal lips.
Al heaved harder against her legs and rolled more of her ass into the air.
"Please, Al. Pleaaase," Kathy sobbed. Her desire to be fucked burned loudly through her words. She felt him exposing her bottom to his eyes and hands and she didn't complain. All she wanted was for him to explode his hot juices against her ovaries.
For a long, agonizing moment, Kathy waited. He held her too securely for her to impale her sex tunnel on her husband's sex stick. She had to wait for him to choose the moment. Strangely, she didn't cool off as she hesitated on the verge of orgasm. The excitement boiled inside her hotter and hotter until her cunt was a seething swamp of female liquids. A touch was all she needed to set it off.
Al's body slowly descended on her and Kathy knew the moment was coming. She was going to erupt into orgasm just like a volcano. His hot, silky balls rubbed across the swollen, protruding lips of her twat dragging some of her seeping moisture against the dark fringe of hair that surrounded her crack.
"Ooooooooooo." Her hips flexed and she rubbed herself against his luscious balls. "Stick it in me, darling. Slide that beautiful cock up my hole. Ream me, darling. Do it. Do it now..."
"Bitch," Al breathed in her ear. His hand slid down between their bodies and she knew he was getting a firm grip on his quivering prick and lining it up. Her cunt fluttered at the knowledge of what was to come. She strained the muscles in bar thighs trying to open her legs enough to be sure that he stroked into her gaping hole with full force.
His muscles tensed. Kathy could feel them. Now, she breathed to herself. Do it now. Fuck me.
Fuck, fuck, fuck me now. NOW.
She felt his cock driving toward her, steered by his hand. She tensed herself to impale herself on his probing flesh, to feel it force its way between her engorged cunt lips. Her legs tightened on his shoulders, lifting her crotch higher so he had a better target. She wanted him to nail her to the bed with his prick. That would be her fulfillment.
"Yyaaaagggghhh." Kathy screamed in rage and despair as his cock sank into her. It was so terrible she was numb with shock. Her whole pelvis was paralyzed, feeling nothing. And then the hurt shot through her body and she could feel ... and wish she didn't.
"There you are, bitch," Al grunted. He shoved his cock a little deeper into her turgid ass-hole until his balls dragged softly against the outside rim. Kathy could barely move. And what there was of her movement was mostly directed at getting her impaled ass-hole off the burning stake of his cock. It was jammed so far up her rectum that Kathy cried from the feel of overpowering fullness that flooded her.
Tears came to her eyes as she struggled, but Al wouldn't let her get loose. Her ass-hole gripped his cock too tightly for it to fall out. And it burned. Every inch of prick stuffed up her butt was an inch of unbearable sensation in her body.
"Fuck it, baby." Al said. "Fuck it off."
He pressed tight against her and Kathy was surrounded by his body, by his odor and by his feel. There was no way to escape him.
There was only one way to make him leave her alone. Get him to cum. Get him to empty his pulsating balls in her rectum so that his soft, tender cock would fall out of her.
Gritting her teeth, Kathy began to saw her butt up and down. At first it was sheer pain. His cock rasped stiffly in and out of her virgin ass-hole. But she knew she was doing the right thing. His breath labored in her ear as he forced his penis to plow her behind. His prick drove relentlessly into the small bud mouth of her ass and she could feel its length pressing into her behind the swollen head.
Faster. Faster. She twisted her hips around his twitching penis. Al was moving his hips too. He pulled his cock almost all the way out of her ass-hole and shoved it in again. Pain lanced through her rectum, but with it was a certain excitement.
She was getting it up her ass hard and heavy. The throbbing in her vagina had lessened slightly, but her cunt was still on fire, even though it was empty. The pounding her ass-hole was taking was being transmitted in some mysterious way to her snatch.
The faster and harder she went, the more Kathy wondered what it was like having hot cum exploding in her shitter, filling the wrong hole with liquid heat.
"I'm going to cum in your ass," Al panted. "I'm going to fuck your ass-hole raw, you rotten cunt. I'm going to shove my prick up your crap hole and come out your mouth and make you wish you hadn't ever crossed me. Ever."
Kathy cried as the pain pleasure became purer and purer pleasure. That hot dick crashed into her butt. Her husband's balls slapped against her flesh as he dug his twisting penis into her pulsating behind as far as it would go.
"OHHHHHHH, shit," Al yelled. "I'm cumming, cunt." His arms tightened convulsively and held her body trapped under his weight as he crammed his cock into her gulping ass-hole.
It was like lightning had struck Kathy's rear end. An electric shock surged through her and caused her tits to tense and explode in a riot of sensation from the rubbing of his body against her nipples. Her gaping cunt was suddenly filled with St. Elmo's fire. Her cunt lips prickled and deep down in her cunt hole, deeper than any prick had ever shoved into her, something seemed to touch her and her vagina became a twisting, writhing, hollow snake as she shot higher and higher for a mind shattering climax.
Al held his breath and arched his back and ground his cock into her hot, clasping rectum. He pumped his cock juice into her throbbing, soaring ass-hole, The slippery fluid poured from the end of his jerking, throbbing prick and ran around the length of his shaft and literally spurted back out of her jammed full hole to dribble onto his balls where they flattened against her ass-cheeks.
For an eternity, Kathy seemed to float on the cloud of sensation that originated in her butt. Then she felt her husband's penis softening and pulling out of her ass and she wiggled her hips and helped force it out.
His pecker traced a hot path on her ass-cheeks before Al stood up and looked down at her from beside the bed. "Give me the tapes," he said. His face was red from the exertion.
Kathy wondered if she could have kept it going long enough to give the two timing bastard a heart attack. She didn't think she could have. Her ass was so tender now that she wondered how she had gone on so long, how she could have experienced such great pleasure from feeling his prick in her rear without fainting from the pain.
"Fuck you," she said. Her voice seemed distant to her and some undistorted sense warned her not to arouse him further. She didn't need the tapes of Al wallowing like an animal over Glenda's hot cunt to get what she wanted. She told herself she was just being perverse. That he wouldn't do anything more to her. He couldn't. She looked at his deflated pecker and was surprised to realize there was longing in her cunt for it.
"All right, baby," Al said softly. "Have it your fucking way."
He moved to the head of the bed and wound his fingers in Kathy's long raven black hair and pulled her to the edge of the bed.
Her scalp hurt where he was pulling her hair and she was powerless to resist him anyway. Even when he pulled her head so her nose banged into his cock.
"Suck it," he said.
The strong aroma of his semen mixed with the slightly musty odor of her own ass-hole filled Kathy's nostrils. She couldn't. She looked at his soft, throbbing joint and told herself there was no way she could do it.
A long stringer of white cum was hanging from the end of his cock. That's where she started, by putting her tongue out and lifting it until she touched his slimy cockhead and wiped it off.
Kathy felt perverted. She tried to tell herself to stop. But her tongue went on anyway. Eagerly, it seemed, she stroked her tongue around and over and up and down her husband's pulsating, bulbous prick.
When it was clean and shiny with her saliva, Kathy pursed her lips and sucked the thick, rubber piece of meat into her mouth and thrilled to the sensation between her lips.
I'm being raped, she told herself. It isn't my fault. It's AL He's forcing me into being a slut. She tightened her lips on his cock and yanked at it, as if to tear it off her husband's body before he could get it back inside her.
"Oh, baby, baby, baby," Al moaned. "Suck it, suck it. Suck my Goddamn cock right off. Suck my balls, baby. Suck them, suck them too."
Kathy slurped at his cock, feeling it respond by getting harder and longer and straighter. She forced her mouth down on it until it was stabbing its soft tip against her throat. The excitement she felt at having her husband's pecker in her mouth, feeling and tasting the first pearl like drops of cum seeping from the head of his cock onto her tongue was indescribable.
Her hands cupped the soft sacs of his balls, She squeezed them as she sucked longingly on his cock. His penis was hot in her mouth. She made it hotter by swirling her saliva slick tongue all over its surface. She pressed her tongue tip into the depression at the end and slid her mouth almost all the way off until she only held his bulbous cockhead in her lips.
His prick shaft stuck out of her mouth and ran like a railroad track to where it rooted above his balls. Kathy deliberately circled his thick penis with her fingers and began to pump slowly back and forth on the slippery skin while her mouth pursed and sucked at his cockhead.
"Oh, God. GOD." Al wanted to move. He waited to stroke his cock in his wife's ass-hole some more. Or possible rape her cunt. But he felt like he was being raped and there wasn't a damn thing he could do about it. He couldn't deny her hot mouth twisting around the shiny head of his cock or the smooth heat of her fingers pumping up and down on the shaft.
He wanted to resist, but he couldn't. The same fierce heat that had gripped Kathy had him. He was a victim of his own lust.
Kathy felt his cockhead with her tongue, tracing down the crack in the end to the hard glans, her tongue feeling it and describing it to her as if she had a third eye. Her hand running up and down his hot meat collided with her lips.
"Mmmmmmmm." Her eyes were glazed with excitement. She'd never been so intimate with anyone before. And it didn't matter that this time it was with her husband whom she hated for dipping this same cock into Glenda's swampy cunt hole. She was beginning to understand that total sexual involvement was just that total.
"Ooooooo." A sudden sensation lanced out from her breasts. Her husband had pinched one of her rock hard titties and it started her cunt vibrating. Her legs writhed and she knew what she wanted, what she needed was a man between them plunging his hard pecker into her vagina.
She was thinking about that when Al groaned and she felt his cock jerk in her mouth. She sucked and sucked and tasted his hot, milky fluid pouring into her mouth as she swallowed and her legs worked frantically, trying to trap a body between them to drive a missing prick up her twat.
"I'm cummming." Al practically roared it, as if surprised.
Kathy swallowed his cum as fast as he pumped it into her mouth and she couldn't help but feel cheated as her hot thighs tightly clasped her own hand which she had cleverly inserted between them as she delved into her steamy cunt with a single, hard finger.
CHAPTER SEVEN
"Ohhhh."
The sudden sound made both Kathy and Al look around. Al was getting ready to force his wife into some other sexual act. But they forgot their mutual animosity at that moment.
Al hadn't closed the bedroom door when he'd forced Kathy inside and now their fifteen year old daughter Lisa was standing in the hallway, looking in. She had a stunned expression on her face and her cheeks were apple red. But Kathy also thought there was a strange expression in her daughter's eyes.
Before either one of them could say anything, however, Lisa had bolted down the hall to her own room.
Kathy could imagine what Lisa had seen. It must have been a shock to her daughter to have seen her mother sucking on her father's fat prick that way. Particularly the brutal way Al had forced her to run her lips up and down his thick, slippery cock shaft. She wondered how long Lisa had watched.
Kathy was embarrassed If her daughter had seen her jacking Al's cock off while she was sucking the end in her mouth, Kathy didn't know how she could ever face Lisa again.
"Goddamn you, this is your fault." Al glared at Kathy and then got a robe from the closet. "Don't move your cunt an inch," he ordered as he went after Lisa.
Kathy wasn't about to pay attention to anything Al had to say, however. As soon as he was out the door she sponged herself off and got dressed. As she walked down the hallway she could hear his voice murmuring as he talked to Lisa in her bedroom.
You bastard; she said to herself. And then she went out and slammed the door at the front of the house loud enough to let him know she was going.
When Kathy came home, it was after midnight, but Al was sitting up waiting for her. He was on the living room couch wearing his robe watching some late, late show on television. He'd been drinking. Kathy could smell it.
The minute she walked through the door, he slurred, "I want to talk to you." Either by accident or design, he brushed the robe open and showed her his naked pecker.
Despite her resolve, the sight of his warm, throbbing piece of meat started a slight shiver in Kathy's body and she remembered how it had felt as he raped her in cunt and ass and mouth earlier in the evening. She tried to deny to herself that she wanted it to happen again, but some bit of sense told her that she didn't have to come home. At least, not yet.
"The kids..." she began coldly.
" ... are asleep." Al glared at her and sucked on his drink. "Give me the tapes, Goddamnit. You can have your fucking divorce."
"That's big of you." Kathy was surprised. She hadn't believed that her husband would give in that easily and she was properly suspicious of her unasked for victory.
"I'll give you a fair settlement and I'll keep the kids."
Kathy's mouth dropped open. "You'll keep the kids!"
"That's what I said." Al smiled up at her and put his hand on his stiff prick and rubbed it so that he was sure Kathy could see what he was doing.
Kathy wondered if he guessed how much his actions disturbed her. She imagined his fingers rubbing her cunt, digging into her vagina. Her knees felt weak and she thought about prostrating herself in front of him and sucking his blushing red pecker. At least for a moment. Then she remembered Glenda and those other women and her attitude hardened. "No," she said. "You're not going to get David and Lisa and pervert them, I won't let you, Al. If you want to fuck all those women, that's your lookout. But you don't have to drag the kids into it."
Al stood and moved toward her and Kathy drew back.
"Come on, baby. Don't be that way." He smiled at her and waggled his prick with his hand. "We can still make it together."
Kathy couldn't help but be tempted. She had never felt anything like the fuck he had given her earlier and her cunt tingled just at the memory. She shook her head and backed off.
"All right," Al suddenly screamed. "I gave you your chance. You'll never get a dime if you drag me into divorce court. Not a dime." His voice was suddenly a drunken bowl ringing throughout the room.
"I didn't expect a dime or a divorce," Kathy said, smiling at him. "I know you've been keeping a double set of books ever since you started contracting, dear. And we're broke at least on paper. If I tell, you go to jail and I get nothing. If I don't tell, you'll just thumb your nose at me. And I still get nothing. I think the best thing is for us to just keep on going as we have been."
Al had his mouth open, as if flabbergasted by what Kathy said. "Then ... then what did you start all this for?" he asked. He stared at her with a puzzled frown on his face. "If it's all going to be the same as before, what did you make all the fuss for?"
Kathy smiled. "There's one change, darling. You can start sleeping out with one of your whores. I can't stand to have that stinking body of yours next to me anymore. No more sharing my bed or using my cunt as your personal exerciser. No more."
Flushing beet red, Al stared at his wife as if be wanted to kill her. He strangled on his voice as he asked, "You don't need the tapes, then. Give them to me, all right?"
"Fuck you," Kathy said. She turned and wiggled her pert ass for him, reminding him of what he was losing as she went into the bedroom.
Al followed but as he opened the door she threw his pants and shirt and shoes in his face as a big, unwieldy bundle. He staggered when the shoes hit him in the forehead. And then Kathy slammed the door and locked it. Al rattled the handle once or twice and then, after a few minutes of silence, Kathy heard the front door bang closed and she knew he was gone for the night.
Silently, Kathy undressed and slid into bed.
With the lights off she was lonely incredibly lonely and her hand cupped her slippery vagina and she massaged life back into it. She hadn't slept alone a single whole night through since she'd married Al. And now she was going to be spending the rest of her life sleeping alone.
Hesitantly her finger stroked up through the furry cover to her cunt, stirring the hair out of the way as she traced the line of her bulging cunt lips. She dreamed of a man's tongue following the same path. Of it slipping hot and thick between the two swollen pubes as her finger did, starting the flow of cunt juice that excited her like hot champagne in her vagina. Kathy began her first restless, lonely night by dreaming of pricks and tongues touching and stroking and penetrating her. Of her mouth full of semen and her cunt dripping cum as she luxuriated in her new sexual freedom.
She squeezed her thighs together and wondered, jealously, whose bed Al was in.
When she got up, Kathy popped her head out of the bedroom door and said good morning to Lisa just before the girl went out. Her daughter was rushing and her eyes seemed confused, but Kathy didn't know what she could say to the girl.
She supposed that David had already gone to school. Class started a half hour earlier for him than for Lisa. For that reason, she thought nothing of walking down the hallway dressed only in a filmy negligee. In the hall mirror, in fact, Kathy was able to see the dark patch of pubic hair over her cunt and the hard points of her nipples through the sheer material. She was justifiably proud of the trim body that showed through. Her tits were firm and high and bounced enticingly as she walked. Her buttocks were full but not fat with a curve that begged a man to cup them in his hand. Her thighs were smooth and round and flared out to wide, flat hips that were perfect to receive a man's penis.
And, though it didn't show, Kathy knew she had a beautiful, pink lipped tight pussy that could feel like heated iron around a man's sex pole while he was shoving it hard into her twat. As she walked, she thought about the feel of a man's balls pressed against her flesh as his pecker drilled into her slot filled her cunt to overflowing.
David's door was slightly ajar and she happened to glance inside as she walked by in the hall. Kathy stopped in sudden shock. Her son wasn't at school. He was in his room masturbating.
Kathy's eyes were hot as she watched the boy's hand slide up and down his throbbing penis and the way his cockhead seemed to swell and grow purple as his hand stroked upward. He was lying naked on the top of the covers and his prick was shiny wet with sweat. His face was furrowed and he seemed to be concentrating as his fingers squeezed around his penis and his hand jacked up and down. And then he moaned under his breath.
Unable to just watch, Kathy pressed the door open and stepped into her son's room. She walked closer and he opened his eyes and stared at her.
"Mom!" he said. His hand froze on his rigid, up thrust penis and his cheeks blushed.
"David." Kathy slumped to her knees on the foot of the bed and leaned forward until her face was almost touching his heated genitals. His hand still clutched the rigid length of his cock so hard it left marks on his skin. His balls were knotted tight under his peter as if he was getting ready to shoot at the moment she came into the room.
She wanted to tell him that he shouldn't, he mustn't do things like masturbating. That it was dirty. Nasty. Just like ... just like it had been when she had fucked him.
But Kathy couldn't say anything. All she was able to do was lean forward between his naked legs and stare at his beautiful teenager's cock. It was so much smoother than his father's, so much nicer looking that Kathy couldn't help wanting it rammed up her twat and jammed balls deep in her snatch. Gently she put her hand over his and replaced his grip with her cool fingers. His penis throbbed and she felt it getting harder as her fingers squeezed his sex rod like a soft tit.
Deliberately, Kathy moved her face closer and then with her small, pink tongue licked from his buttocks up to his balls.
"Yeoooow," David gasped. A small drop of crystal cum surfaced on his cock.
Kathy carefully licked it off and then ran her tongue down his penis to his balls where she started sucking and licking them with gusto. His balls had a marvelous soft feel to them and she brushed her cheek against them as she licked. Her lips were hot on his pecker and occasionally Kathy wound her lips warmly around his quivering cock head.
"Suck me," David moaned. The boy lay back flat on the bed and his penis stood straight up from his thighs begging for her mouth to slide over it and rub it to full ejaculation. "Suck it, please, Momma."
Kathy was unable to resist his plea. Her hands cupped under his buttocks and helped hold him up and her tongue snaked between his ass-cheeks and licked the round rubbery hole in his behind. It tasted musty, but Kathy continued to probe it with her tongue. David was so turned on it seemed to Kathy that her hand was holding a live eel instead of a rigid pecker. It seemed to jazz itself up and down in her hand without any help and as he jerked upwards against her grip, he let himself open for her tongue to pry into that tight ass-hole between his soft buttocks.
As his hips lowered, her hand pulled excruciatingly at his tingling penis and his ass-hole seemed to give way all at once and let her tongue lance deep into his gaping shit hole. David moaned once, loudly. His buttocks ground and the rim of his ass-hole ground heavily against the tip of her tongue which still probed his rear.
Kathy felt her pussy weeping moisture. She was tongue fucking her son's ass-hole. And as her tongue lanced inside that rubbery opening, she knew what she was going to do to get even with the foul, degenerate beast who was her husband. She resolved to let her own son do everything to her that she never permitted him to do. She was going to make a gift of herself her sexual self to her son. To make a better man out of him than her husband, his father, ever thought of being.
Deciding that, the burden fell off of Kathy's shoulders and she sighed with relief. Her tongue stabbed deep into his jiggling ass-hole. So deep that the taper of her tongue forced him open and David couldn't hold back any longer.
"Aaaaggghhhh," he wailed.
Between Kathy's fingers his cock jabbed and pulsed upward and she felt the hot throbbing of his semen in the tube only seconds before he was spurting his sticky fluid all over the room.
Kathy looked up and licked her lips, tasting the first drops of semen that splashed heatedly on her face. And then it was a deluge of hot, sticky liquid and she couldn't lick fast enough. It made her heart pound in her breast when she realized that despite the force of his ejaculation, David's eyes were still focused hungrily on the opening at the neck of her robe and that he was mentally stroking her soft, smooth breasts.
She was glad she had a lusty son. It just meant that the sacrifice that she was going to make would be worthwhile. It would be appreciated.
She licked the sweet cum off his cock and fondled it, relieved that even after the outpouring of semen was over, he was still as stiff and hard ... and long ... as ever.
All that was going to stand him in good stead.
CHAPTER EIGHT
"David. honey. How would you like to play a ... a sort of game with me?"
"Sure, Mom. Whatever you want."
The boy was still recovering from the orgasm he had experienced and he couldn't take his eyes off the smooth beauty of his mother's tits where they showed through her robe. His cock was still hot and throbbing, and he experienced a sort of embarrassment that his mother could look at his naked pecker so closely, although he realized that' he shouldn't be embarrassed. Not after his mother had licked and sucked and fucked him and then tongue fucked his ass-hole. He shuddered, remembering the wonderful feel of her tongue in his butt while her hand stroked his upright peter.
Kathy got off the bed and went to his closet. She took the soft belt off his bathrobe and then stood next to the bed while she removed the nylon sash from her own robe and handed them both to David.
The boy couldn't help but stare as his beautiful mother's negligee fell open revealing her high, firm tits and the creamy smoothness of her skin as it flowed over her wide hips and down to the hairy mound between her legs. David licked his lips, wondering what her snatch would taste like. He was seized by an almost overpowering urge to kiss his mother's cunt lips. He looked at the dark mat of hair between her thighs and could just make out the slot of her cunt. His cock throbbed fiercely as he fantasized.
Kathy chose that moment to drop her robe.
"Mother..." the boy said. He stared at her and the head of his prick jerked and stabbed the air. "Mom ... you're beautiful." David couldn't look at his mother and not lust after her titillating body. Her breasts jiggled enticingly and he stared at her bobbing pink brown nipples and licked his lips.
"Take the belts," Kathy said, "and tie me up."
"Tie you up?" David stared stupidly at his mother.
Nodding, Kathy sat on the edge of the bed. "Yes, darling. I want you to do everything you ever thought you'd like to do and I want you to do it to me. So if you tie me up I can't stop you. Even if I protests I want you to do it. I'm ... I'm prudish."
Kathy smiled shyly to herself. It sounded strange, but she was prudish and Al would have been the first to agree. As it was, she felt strange tingles all over her body as she told David what she proposed doing. She was ready to bolt to run from the room and she had to force herself to stay perched tensely on the edge of the bed.
Doing what she was planning made Kathy's whole body tremble with fear and sexual excitement. Her toes, her knees, her vagina particularly her vagina quivered with fearful anticipation. For the first time, Kathy wondered just what kind of fantasies a fourteen year old boy had about sex...
"You really mean it, Mom?"
Glancing at her son from the corners of her half lidded eyes, Kathy nodded.
"Boy," David said. His eyes were big and round and he hopped eagerly out of bed and stood in front of his mother. And then he seemed unsure of himself.
Kathy stared at him, at his smooth body with the faint hint of mature muscles starting on his chest, at the flat nipples and the almost hairless balls and cock. His penis wasn't immature. It was fully developed and thick and long. And Kathy knew already how hard it could get when it was nuzzling at her swollen, lust filled vagina.
"What is it?" she asked. "What's wrong?"
"How should I tie you up, Mom?" David held the robe belts uncertainly in his hand and he looked from her naked body to the belts and back again helplessly.
When David looked at her, Kathy understood what was wrong. He looked at her cunt. Not at her arms or legs, but always at that soft, squishy place between her legs that he wanted to fill with his ever hard cock. That's why he couldn't decide on how to tie her up. He wasn't really thinking about it.
Kathy smiled. It was cute. She should have thought of the boy's eagerness. It was natural and it made Kathy even more sure that she was doing the right thing.
"Look, Son," she said. She pulled her knees up to her breasts so they were squashing her tits and then held her wrists next to her ankles.
David smiled and wrapped one of the soft belts around each ankle and wrist.
It didn't hurt. Kathy wasn't even uncomfortable. Her arms were stretched and her knees pressed comfortingly against her breasts and her knees had a tendency to move apart under the tension and expose her cunt, but it was comfortable. Experimentally she tugged at the bonds. They didn't cut into her flesh, but they held solidly.
"Is that okay, Mom?"
Kathy tugged at the bonds and nodded. "Now," she said, staring up into his blue eyes, "everything is up to you.
David stared at her for what seemed like the longest time. He stood over her and the only movement was the soft, gentle quiver of his prick as it projected straight out in front of his groin and seemed to cast a shadow over his mother's trussed up body.
"Can I eat your cunt, Mom?" His voice was high, a little uncertain.
"If that's what you want, David." Kathy lay back on the bed and her arms straightened pulling her ankles out and away from each other. The natural effect was to open her legs exposing the soft inner thighs to her son's gaze. Kathy experienced a trembling feel throughout her body. There was nothing she could do, now. She could move a little, but not enough to control things. She closed her eyes and held her breath. The blue ceiling disappeared and the room flooded with morning light became blackness and Kathy was alone with her imagination impatiently waiting.
"Yes. YES." Kathy breathed deeply and felt his knees on the foot of the bed. And then there was the warn' trace of his breath from the end of her up thrust knee down the length of her dewy thigh.
Closer. Closer the breath moved, descending at a snail's pace. Kathy could feel her cunt quivering as it anticipated what was going to happen. She was ashamed at the wet feeling between her legs. Her crotch felt to her like a swamp and her son's mouth hadn't gotten that far yet.
"Please," she moaned. "Please, hurry."
Although David heard her, he didn't hurry at all. He stopped and stared at his mother's rich, ripe twat. He'd never seen a 'grown woman's pussy before and never one so intimately as at this moment. He smelled her odor, musty like a good cheese, and the liquid seeping from her crevice made her vaginal lips shimmer in. the bright light.
Cautiously, he extended his tongue and touched the fine mat of black hair guarding her snatch. And then, with even more deliberation, he lowered his head and sank his tongue into her twat in the same manner as if it had been a fleshy red lance instead of an iron hard, lust ridden bar of flesh.
"Eyoueowwwww..."
Kathy screamed and her eyes popped open at the exact moment David's boring relentless tongue pressed between her swollen pubes. It hadn't hurt and she'd expected it, yet the sensation was so great she couldn't keep still It was as if somebody was pouring molten lava down her sex tube and as it bubbled and hissed into the center of her being she could only beg for more. To Kathy it was the ultimate sensation of pleasure.
Encouraged by her yell, David began stroking his tongue rapidly in and out of her convulsing cunt lips. His lips pursed and sucked at her juicing sex hole as he shoved the hot, wet shaft of his tongue into his mother's slot.
"David. Oh, David." Kathy squirmed her hips and wanted to clasp his head in her hands. She wanted to press his mouth tighter against her twat and force his tongue deeper into her straining hole. "Give me more," she begged. "Tongue fuck me hard, darling. Harder. Shove it into me. All of it. Stab my cunt with your tongue.
Kathy fought with her bonds. She twisted and pulled and clamped her thighs tight around her son's head, holding his mouth in position for his flickering tongue to do its work in her sex pit.
David was excited too. His tongue had never been anywhere so juicy before. Not even when he French kissed that girl at school. The insides of his mother's twat were warm and satiny. His tongue slid deliciously up and down her throbbing tunnel and his lips found her clitoris and nudged it back and forth.
"That's the way, David," Kathy cried. "That's it, Son. Do it. That's the way I like it, darling. Stick your tongue all the way in..."
Kathy couldn't keep still. Each stroke incited her more. Jerking at the cloth that bound her wrists to her ankles only served to spread her legs wider and David eagerly burrowed in after the open, moist cunt. slurping and licking at her crotch with gusto.
His tongue pulled out of her cunt completely and Kathy felt deserted. She wanted it in her. She needed it. Frantically she rolled her hips and lifted her crotch and David slid his tongue completely around her gaping vagina. He lashed the flat of his tongue up her heated slot without letting more than the tip curl in to stroke the center of her being.
"Give it to me, David," she cried. "Suck, suck, suck me. Tongue fuck me."
"Yes, Mother." The boy's eyes glinted as he licked his lips, savoring the smooth pussy taste on his tongue. "Tell me when you cum," he said.
Immediately he lowered his head and began attacking her crotch again. He was fascinated by the soft, pink folds of skin that seemed to drape the slot against intrusion. Gently his tongue stroked the soft, swollen tissues of his mother's pussy, prying between her hot cunt lips and working dexterously over the membrane inside.
Kathy wiggled and groaned at the intrusion. She felt as if a huge, tremendously soft prick had gotten into her slit and was prying her open. She was being fucked by the most tremendous dick in the world. And every time David's tongue curled inside her and stroked the insides of her vaginal walls her whole body convulsed.
Faster and faster his tongue flicked at her sensitive cunt. It hurt, it was so good feeling. She tried to catch his tongue with her thighs. It was an unbearable sensation and she wanted to stop it before it burned her out. But she couldn't. His tongue plunged into her cunt and twisted around. Her cunt lips eagerly and excitedly squeezed back and he pumped his tongue in and out of her twat again and again.
She was building to a climax. She knew that much. She was so excited her butt vibrated up and down and sometimes David's tongue lashed out of her cunt and he couldn't get it back in on the first stroke and his tongue would slap wildly around her spasming twat. And that would turn her on, too.
Kathy lifted and heaved her whole crotch. Staring down her body. She could see the mounds of her own tits jiggling wildly as she thrashed about. Her knees stuck naked and lasciviously up in the air and when she thrust out with her cunt her mound with its little cap of black hair was a warm, tempting target.
As her son's eager lips moved toward that mound. Kathy could have fainted. She was wild to get his tongue back in her. She twisted so frantically that the lips of her cunt opened and closed in a little sucking sound that lighted her on sexual fire. Her hips bounced wildly and she felt his hot tongue sliding away from the long slit in her crotch underneath to her buttocks. Just fleetingly his tongue grazed over the electrified mouth of her ass. And then Kathy was exploding.
"Suck my ass," she screamed. "Tongue it. Stick your beautiful tongue up my sweet rectum and eat it out."
Her orgasm was building itself up in her loins. Kathy's entire pelvis was on fire. She couldn't be sure if his tongue was in her ass or her cunt, it felt so generally good. It burned a little and she wanted more of that kind of burning.
David lashed her butt hole with his tongue and then slid it into Kathy's cunt. She kept crying for more and he slid his hands under her gently curved buttocks and raised her crotch until she was wide open for his tongue front and back.
His tongue dove into her spasming cunt and licked out the honey that was filling the space between her sex lips. Then he slipped his tongue over the little piece of skin that separated her front from her back. In almost the identical motion, he buried his tongue to his lips up her ass-hole and felt his tongue fill her with surprising ease. She screamed and lunged at him and he shoved it in even deeper.
Although he'd never done it before, David knew his mother was cuming from just his tongue working back and forth between the tender half globes of her butt cheeks. He couldn't resist pinching them with his fingers and her flesh jerked wildly around his fingers but she just screamed for more.
With his tongue in her butt, David's nose was rubbing frantically in her twat. As she jerked and
twisted, he moved his mouth up and licked her cunt and then sucked hard on her erect clitoris.
"Oh, God, tongue fuck me," Kathy moaned. She was juicing from every pore. Her world was lost in a haze as she focused just on what her son was doing to her pussy. She wished she could suck on his cock.
"Dave," she said, "why don't you let me suck on you too."
The boy stopped slopping his tongue through her sex groove. "That's a good idea, Mom." Instantly he reversed his position, stationing his long, hard prick over her mouth as he lowered his head back down between her spread thighs.
Kathy groaned. When his mouth had come off her throbbing pussy she felt sick. It was a terrible moment to her when the wonderful sensations stopped in her pussy. She was so close to her climax, so near ... And then when he turned around and dangled his beautiful, smooth young prick only inches from her face she couldn't do anything except try to catch it, try to hang on to it.
Kathy couldn't use her hands. She used the only thing available for her to use her mouth. Eagerly she fastened her lips around his ripe, soft sex flesh and swirled her tongue over the turgid head of his prick. It was like letting a bolt of electricity loose. Her son's tongue in her sweet, warm pussy and his cock in her mouth generated a feeling in her that could only result in a sexual explosion.
David had been hot, too. His cock was throbbing unmercifully when his mother began to suckle it, stroking it with her lips and bathing it with her hot saliva.
Losing control, the boy began to pound his youthful hips up and down and Kathy could only hang on to his peter with her lips. The harder he thrust his cock into her mouth, the harder she held him sucking fucking him with positive action.
"Mmmmmmmmmm." Kathy moaned around the mouthful of cock she had. Her twat was twisting and writhing. David's tongue probed her slit frantically and filled her fuller and fuller. She thought she was going to explode. The sensations in her pussy grew more compelling with each stab of his tongue. He was sliding his tongue up her greasy hole so far she thought he was licking her uterus. His lips brushed her clitoris, filling her crotch with a series of abrupt sexual shocks. She was beyond feeling anything other than sexual pleasure. When David slid his tongue over her ass-hole and probed it with his tongue tip, she squealed and sucked his cock more lustfully.
I sound like a pig she thought, sucking and grunting around his cock skin.
Kathy was filled with embarrassment. But her shame at her lascivious conduct was lessened by the huge pleasure she was experiencing.
Suddenly David plunged his tongue all the way into her sweltering hole. His tongue tip lashed violently about. stretching and pounding her cunt walls. His hips heaved and her plunged his cock fufl bore into her mouth, rubbing his cock tip against the back of her throat.
"Mmmmmmphcummmmg." he moaned into her turgid slot.
Kathy didn't need a translation. She was exploding herself into a white heat. She felt the first trickle of cock juice squeezed from the end of his throbbing penis into her mouth and then she was sucking the exploding, cum spewing tip driving her son wild as he pumped load after load of his sperm into her gulping mouth.
At the same time, Kathy threw her legs wide and surrendered her steamy pussy to his incredible tongue.
Even as she was cuming, pouring her juice into her son's eager mouth, feeling her insides collapsing into piles of molten flesh, Kathy knew there was still more that she could do. More.
As the tide of their orgasms subsided, Kathy thought about Al and knew she was just starting getting even with him. 'There were other things she could do.
Carefully she washed David's penis as well as she could with her tongue, knowing a special sort of spiritual love for his sex organ even as his tongue drew away from her tired pussy. She was happy in a strange way sexually fulfilled.
Kathy shuddered and thought about the comforting ache between her thighs. She didn't feel empty anymore. She seemed satiated. Filled.
Sex was like eating, she thought. Too little and she was ravenous. Enough filled her and she knew that she could eat again and experience the same pleasure.
David got off her. He sat on the edge of the bed and looked down at her for a long time and finally leaned over and planted a long, soulful kiss on her lips. "That was great, Mom," he said. "Thanks."
His gratitude made Kathy happy. She smiled up at him and said, Thanks," too. When he didn't do anything else for a few moments, she said, "We can do this again some time, if you want to."
"Okay, Mom. Whatever you say.
David still stared down at her and Kathy wondered why he didn't get the message. He should have turned her loose. Instead his eyes were wandering over her smooth, naked thighs and becoming curious again about the mushy pussy his tongue had so thoroughly explored.
"David;" she said. "You can untie me, now."
"In a while, Mom." He smiled. When he smiled he looked like a sweet boy. "I'm not ready yet."
"But I want to be loose, David."
"But, Mom, you told me to do what I wanted, didn't you? Even if you said no?" Her son's eyes were particularly hot as he slid his finger into her twat and began to masturbate her cunt with soft, even movements.
CHAPTER NINE
Kathy could only moan and wriggle as her son's finger burrowed into her flesh. "That's good, son," she moaned. "Do it ... do it some more.
David's finger had become more active between her spread legs. It was wet and sloppy sounding. Kathy's legs quivered as she realized her son's tongue hadn't wrenched the last bit of sensation out of her yet. There was more. Lots more.
"Do you like this, Mom?" David smiled and he twisted his finger in her greasy tunnel, striking the spark that was going to ignite her sex into an unrelieved inferno.
"Yes. Yes, Son." Kathy groaned and heaved her hips. His finger sliding between her wet lower lips was heavenly. Almost better than if he did it the right way by plunging his cock between her hairy lips and fucking her until she couldn't stand any more.
"Aaaaagh." His finger had lanced particularly deep. She had to respond and, when it was obvious to Kathy that she couldn't disguise her enjoyment any more she let herself go. That's it, David. Faster. Faster. FASTER. I love it. I love the touch of your finger between my lips. Keep it up, Son. More, give me more finger. Finger fuck me good, darling..."
David was eager. His finger zoomed in and out of her like a sewing machine needle. Each hot stroke had its effect. She wanted to piss, to be fucked, to be filled. That was what it was all about. She heaved her hips inviting more action between her legs.
Thrill after thrill shot through Kathy's crotch. Her swollen vaginal lips were on fire from what he was doing to her and when her son took his finger away they still seemed to tingle from the contact. It was perverted, she thought. But that didn't stop Kathy from responding to the sensations that lanced through her sex organs.
When David took his finger out of her swampy hole, Kathy didn't want him to quit. She realized that as she stared up at him. He was leaning over her looking down between her spread thighs at the neat, furry patch of her sex. The place he had just been playing with, with his eager finger.
"Turn over," David ordered in a croaking voice.
Kathy tried. But the movement was too much for her. "I can't," she said.
David grinned suddenly, shyly. "Gee," he said, "I forgot. I suppose you can't."
Kathy jerked at the bathrobe belts that lashed her wrists to her ankles. It only resulted in spreading her legs a little, giving her son a better view of her pussy.
David seemed to enjoy the view. He licked his lips and the sight of his tongue started a lascivious feeling deep in Kathy's body. She could feel her pussy starting to juice at the reminder of what his tongue could do to her. She loved it. She loved having his tongue probing around in her pussy. It was so smooth and strong twisting and turning around in her vagina and probing into her ass-hole...
"Kiss me," she said softly.
"Where?" Her son's eyes met heers and challenged her to tell him.
"You ... you know where, David."
"Sure, Mom," the boy said. He leaned forward and bent over and placed his lips on hers.
It wasn't what Kathy had meant. But there was no way she could avoid him. Her hands were held stiffly at her sides and while his hot lips nipped at hers, his fingers slid over one of her turgid tits and began squeezing her projecting nipple.
"Oh, God..." she moaned. Her breast tingled all over. Not just where he was touching and squeezing her. "Harder, David, harder," she ordered her son.
As the boy's fingers did as she told him, her body arched and bucked under his weight. His tongue slipped hotly between her lips. It was like a slippery prick in her mouth, poking against her cheeks and tongue and gums. Her mouth was awash with saliva and Kathy sucked his tongue in automatic response, just as she would have sucked his cock if he had jammed it into her mouth too.
Kathy struggled to touch him, to feel his hot penis in her hand. Her fingers stroked his thigh and David half turned himself over until his pecker had shoved itself into her grasping palm. It was wet with pre-orgasmic fluid dripping from the end. She closed her fingers and squeezed it to the same rhythm that was tearing her apart. Kathy was quivering in time to the plunging of his tongue in and out of her mouth and the sure, even squeezing he was giving her tits.
"Oooooo," she groaned around his hot tongue as it stroked in her mouth.
David pulled back. "Was that what you wanted, Mom?"
"Nooooo," she moaned. Spreading her knees as wide as they'd go she made sure he'd look down between her thighs. "Kiss my cunt," she groaned. "That's what I want you to do, David. Kiss my cunt and lick my ass-hole, darling. Pleeeease. Don't make me beg for it, sweetheart. Please. Please do it."
Kathy hadn't meant to tell him to lick her ass-hole. It had just popped out. But it was the truth. The thing she wanted above all else just then was to have his hard, hot tongue jabbing between her buttocks and shoving up her humid rectum.
"Okay, Mom. But you're going to have to turn over.
Gently but eagerly David rolled his mother on her side and then all the way over so that she was on her knees. He even arranged the pillows so she could balance the top of her head against the bed.
Kathy had never felt so helpless before in her life. Nor so exposed. Her naked ass projected into the air. Her knees were spread and she could feel the cool breezes fanning her hot rosebud of an anus. Besides that, she had to help support herself with the top of her head and that meant she was looking back up between her own hanging breasts and spread legs.
Her soppy wet cunt was defenseless from that angle. Her swollen pubes were obviously strained with her own lust and wet with her own juices. Framed between her legs was her son, looking at that wide open view with lustful eyes. He licked his lips and though Kathy should have felt shame, what she really experienced was wild excitement.
He's going to lick me she thought wildly. He's going to stick his tongue up my pussy and ... and maybe tick my ass-hole and I can watch.
The thrill that that knowledge gave her transmitted itself to David by the way her pert butt, with her cute ass-cheeks, seemed to tremble in front of the boy. Deliberately and slowly he lowered his face down toward her crotch.
Kathy quivered all over as she watched her son's mouth dropping lower and lower. She couldn't see the rest of his face. She almost cried out, in fact, when his nose bumped against her ass as his lips engulfed her throbbing cunt lips.
She was frozen in position. David's mouth stretched open and wrapped around her slot and she could see every movement as well as feel it.
The first thing was the heat, the warmth of his mouth around her fevered pussy. His lips enclosed everything: The swollen lump of her clitoris, the hairy fringe around her vaginal lips, the deep tapering slit of her sex itself.
And then there was his tongue. Insidiously she felt it stirring against her flesh. It ran over her cunt and probed between the lips and finally stroked her rampant clitoris.
"Aaaaghhh." Kathy bucked and his mouth came away from her cunt. His red tongue flashed out and buried itself to the hilt in her hot meat and she cried out a second time. It didn't stop the boy. As if addicted to the taste of his mother's cunt, he attacked with his mouth and lips and tongue again and again as he alternately licked and sucked her peehole. Kathy thought she would lose her mind when he sucked hard and seemed to pull her inside out through her vagina. She was hot and gushy inside and she was amazed that he seemed capable of licking her cunt juices as fast as they poured out of her.
His tongue flashed at her crack again and again until Kathy lost count. She was one, continuous, surging wave of sexual fulfillment as her son sucked her twat. She closed her eyes and floated on the tide of sexual feeling, barely noticing when his mouth moved away from her cunt and up her backside.
"Eyooooow," she screeched. His tongue had slid up the wide open crack of her ass and planted itself in her rectum in one movement. She was barely prepared when he rammed the sharp tip of his tongue into her ass-hole and didn't stop until it was driven all the way in.
Kathy's ass ached but with pleasure. His thick tongue was splitting her open in the rear and she loved it. She grabbed the blanket with her teeth to muffle her cries of pleasure. She whimpered and cried and fought against screaming out. And all because he was drilling his hot tongue in and out of her ass-hole like it was a prick.
"Tongue fuck my ass-hole," she pleaded: "Tongue fuck it good."
David didn't need to be told. The musty taste at first was strange, as had been her pussy flavor. But it soon disappeared and he found it really turned him on to eat her ass out. And he wanted to do it good because his prick was throbbing and twitching and he knew what he was going to do next even as his mother climaxed around his hot, juicy tongue as it buried itself for the hundredth time in her quivering, clasping ass-hole.
"Oh, Son," Kathy moaned as he took his tongue out of her rear. There wasn't anything else to say. Her crotch was one dull ache of pleasure and if she hadn't been tied the way she was, she would have collapsed on the bed in exhaustion.
She saw her son move up behind her, and she didn't even say anything when his long, hard prick stuck between her legs, rubbing against the furry pussy hair of her crotch. His hand coming around her waist and fumbling with the swollen pink cockhead seemed disembodied even as it aimed his prick at the loose slit of her cunt.
The feel of his fingers on her hole revived her somewhat. She thought it was cute that her son was still going to fuck her even if she could barely hold herself up. But, after all, he deserved it. Besides, she couldn't do anything to stop him if she had wanted to.
The first jab against her swollen cunt lips was successful. His huge cock head slipped through her usually tight portal and into the heated, slippery depths of her vagina. Kathy felt it like a hammer blow pounding a spike into her cunt. Her cunt lips spread and flattened like an ocean wave around his stiff pole as it drove into her.
Slowly the feeling that had receded only moments before returned to engulf her. Her cunt lips gripped his cock and slid excitingly along his shaft as he plunged into her, stirring her vaginal walls into a froth of sexual sensation.
She couldn't resist. Kathy heaved back with her hips, impaling herself completely on his stiff, hard rod. She felt it slide into her until it rammed against the end of her sex channel with full force. A shudder of ecstasy ran through her body. Her twat clutched his cock skin tightly as he slid out, generating unbearable sensations in her boiling body.
"More," Kathy moaned. "MORE." Her hips flailed back and forth so fast that if she hadn't been drippy wet she would have hurt his penis. She loved the full, stuffed feelings she had. She was stretched around his cock and her pussy was sucking on it with untenable force. "Ooooooo," she whimpered. "Oh, uh, oh."
In and out. In and out. Her son's prick lighted her on fire with sexual friction. His meat slipped eagerly in and out of her tight, sucking hole and caused her to soar on the fantastic feeling it left behind.
"Give it to me, baby," she cried. "Give it to me. Shove your cock into my hole. Stuff me, baby."
Kathy was delirious with sexual sensation. Inside was molten flame. Her sex organs were tongues of fire. She was being consumed by sex and she couldn't stop.
"Okay, Mom." David's voice was distant. It almost didn't register on her fevered brain. All Kathy knew was that she was helpless to move. She could only take the sexual impact her son was pounding in her. Her eyes focused on the beautiful sight of his prick ramming between her swollen, pink lined cunt lips while her body absorbed the bolts of lightning pleasure that shot through her.
And then one thrust and his swollen, slippery wet prick popped free from her warm, sucking sheath.
"Put it in, darling," she begged. She wiggled her ass against his belly. "Put it in, please."
David's hand fumbled with his hard flesh stick and then he was drawing away.
"No, baby," she sobbed. "Fuck me, darling." Her sexual frustration welled up inside of her and her eyes were hot with team, so much so that it blinded her. Why is he teasing me like this? she cried to herself. Why is he being so cruel?
And then Kathy felt the hot stirrings between her buttocks and she knew what her son was going to do. He was going to fuck her in the ass.
His hard, pointed cock tip had shoved between Kathy's buttocks and pressed against the rosy opening of her ass-hole. It felt strange there. It was slimy slick and hard and throbbing and all Kathy could think of was how if would hurt sliding into her rectum. She was too tight back there, still. It had hurt so much before...
Kathy choked on the rest of her thoughts. Her son had ignored her plea and clumsily but forcefully he rammed his pecker into her rear.
"Aiiieeeeeee," she wailed. His hot cock seemed to tear her open as it entered her butt. She had a spike in her ass-hole and she couldn't move her hips a fraction of an inch.
"Are you all right, Mom?" His voice was gentle, troubled, and he seemed concerned about her welfare. He really cared about her. She knew it.
"Yes, darling. course. But, fuck me fast, back there. Please. Fast."
And then David was rocking his hips back and forth, pounding his cock into her distended ass-hole. It hurt at first. And then the hurt turned into a burning and the burning into a strange kind of pleasure.
Kathy knew she was going to come this time. Her rear clenched tightly around his penetrating prick and she flailed her hips back. Hard, Harder. She wanted his cock all the way in her, filling her until she couldn't move any longer.
It was exciting looking between her legs, seeing the long, hard prick pulling out of her all slippery and greasy, and then sliding forward and mysteriously disappearing into her ass like a train going into a tunnel. Except when he thudded to a stop, his belly against her butt, his snake quivering in her brown nest, his balls hung out. They were soft and warm and pressed tight against her. Sometimes they swayed forward and caressed her cunt with a soft pat.
"God," Kathy moaned. She couldn't control herself. Her lips heaved and wiggled and her ass-hole yawned wide as she forced it over his hard prick.
She was quivering inside. Faster and faster his sex stick skidded in and out of her turgid cunt. She tried to grasp it with her ass-hole, hold on. It felt better when she did. Better and better.
Kathy was dizzy with need. With desire. She sank her butt hard against him and felt his prick crammed up into her rear. It was hot, throbbing. It was swelling bigger and bigger. He was going to come.
"Aaarrrgghhhh," David sort of groaned as he heaved against her, his cock reaching for the farthest corner of her rectum.
She was tearing, she was splitting. For one glorious moment Kathy thought she was being split in half, but it was only David's energetic thrust putting her over the hump.
His hot sperm hosed out the insides of her ass. She cried out as she felt it spraying her insides and then her crotch and her ass squeezed tight. She was collapsing inside. Her hot tubes were squeezing into burning hot handfuls of putty-like flesh. She was seeping her own juice and his sperm in frenzied streams down her thighs, and she was almost satisfied.
CHAPTER TEN
"Gee, honey, I love sucking your cock. it's so big and hot I really love it when you pour all the creamy stuff into my mouth"
"Yeah, baby You're a great little cock sucker. Great"
The tape was interrupted by loud sucking and slurping noises and despite herself Kathy couldn't control the nervous, automatic reaction she had. Her crotch was getting wet and slippery. Sitting on the couch, she could practically feel her vaginal lips swelling bigger and bigger until they were rubbing against each other.
It was the day after she had decided to fuck her own son and Kathy was still in a daze. She didn't understand how she could have been so crude.
How she could have actually allowed herself to be tied up and used in that incestuous little drama. It was wrong. Wrong. And there was really no way she could justify it. She remembered how her son had tied her wrists to her ankles and then, while she was helpless, sucked her cunt until she was practically creaming in her mouth.
And now she was listening to the tapes of her two timing husband. It still made her mad. She wanted to do something to him, to hit him in his puffy male egotism. But she didn't know how. Perhaps she thought to herself, I could send him a tape of me and David. Let him know even his young son is a better fuck.
For some reason there was a wild throbbing in her cunt at the idea of cramming the insult back down her husband's throat. But she knew she couldn't do that. She was so ashamed of how much she enjoyed being fucked and sucked, if being her own son's love slave, that she could never let anyone particularly Al know about it.
In fact, giving it serious thought, Kathy knew she mustn't ever again let herself get sexually intimate with her son. It was too dangerous...
The slurping stopped on the tape machine and she could hear Al's heavy breathing. "I'm going to cum," he moaned heavily. "Keep it up, keep sucking like that and I'm going to pour it down your throat baby. More, baby, more."
Kathy could practically see the strange woman laying in bed with her husband. She thought it was Mae Hunniset from the voice, but she wasn't sure. But Kathy imagined it was Mae and she could see the woman's full cheeks sucked in until they were hollow and her lips ringed around Al's grotesque cock and streaking it with lipstick. She could imagine big, buxom Mae gulping and sucking desperately in his prick until it was red and slimy from her saliva, her tongue stroking it while her hands played with his balls. It wasn't hard to visualize her husband's thick prick surging slowly in and out of Mae's lush red lips. Surging just as it would in and out of a hot cunt. The image of his penis driving first in and out of Mae's lips and then plunging into the hair nest of her own pussy really turned Kathy on. Her hips began to slide back and forth on the couch as she strained her ears to hear what was next on the tape...
The doorbell rang.
Instantly Kathy switched the machine off and sat paralyzed, wondering who it was.
The doorbell rang again.
Quickly Kathy got up and closed the machine. She shoved it back in the closet and put the tape in a drawer in the buffet. Then, smoothing her dress self consciously down her thighs, she answered the door.
"Hi," Cliff Barnett said when she answered the door.
"Hello. What do you want?" Kathy frowned at the detective.
"May I?" Barnett sort of oozed into the house. Kathy hadn't intended to let him in. He just seemed to slide around her in a devious way which, she supposed, was part of his stock in trade. As he went by, the front of his pants brushed against her thigh and she could distinctly feel his hard, swollen pecker against her leg. She had to turn around to face him. It was close in the narrow hallway and it seemed to Kathy that she had to back up to keep any space between them. She only stopped when her buttocks were pressed against the little fern table next to the door.
"I just thought I'd check and see if you had a change of heart," Barnett said. "It's part of the service." He moved forward and one of his hands brushed lightly across Kathy's projecting tit.
"Uh ... about what?" Kathy asked. She was distracted. His touch had flashed an electric bolt of sexuality through her body. Her thighs clenched tight, trying to combat the feeling, but she wasn't succeeding too well. She remembered too well how this man had battered down her defenses before. In a way, the tremendous sexual frustration she was feeling was partly his fault.
"You know. Your divorce ... and other things." Barnett was up close to her now, too close for her to resist as his hand lifted the hem of her skirt and slid cautiously between her legs and began to feel her slippery cunt.
"Noooooo," Kathy protested. She squirmed and tried to resist, to push him away.
"Come on, baby," Barnett said. His fingers wiggled persuasively in her crack.
Kathy shoved and fought, but the detective was stronger than she was. Besides, his fingers between her legs were draining all the strength out of her.
"I know what you want," he said harshly. "We'll take up where we left off."
"Nooooo," Kathy moaned again as she felt his fingers explore her buttocks.
"Yes," Barnett said. "Yes. Yes. Yes. And you'll tell me how much you love it."
The lock clicked in the door as Barnett thumbed it. Then he began to steer Kathy backward toward the couch. His hand was feverish in her crotch. His thumb jammed up her twat, spreading her open. while his fingers played around with her ass-hole. His lips pressed down on hers and Barnett began French kissing her, hard.
She fell back on the sofa and his hands undid her dress and she slithered out of it. She was wearing only her bra and panties under it and he immediately hooked his fingers in the waistband and tugged them off.
Kathy stopped struggling then. She felt so open and vulnerable that she was defenseless. The best thing, she thought, was to let him do it. To help him get it over with. She couldn't fight him off, anyway, and all there was for her to do was to lay back and enjoy it. She already knew it wasn't going to be any worse than Al treated her in bed most of the time. Thinking about being fucked caused her cunt to start drooling.
"All right, fuck me," she said. "You and I both know I'm going to love it when you get that cock of yours to work between my legs. So get started, baby. And if you aren't any good or can't deliver. I'm going to tell you about it, you bastard."
Barnett stopped like he'd run into a stone wall. His mouth fell open. Finally he smiled and peeled her bra off.
"You're going to love this, baby," he promised.
Gently he bent over her boobs and began kissing her erect nipples. Her tits were hot and her nipples like granite, but the softness of his heated lips was just enough to send shocks of steamy pleasure through her body.
"Oooooo," Kathy whimpered. She told herself that she was just giving in because she had no other choice. But she knew that wasn't true. She was doing it because she loved being fucked, being taken by a man's throbbing, pounding dick.
Barnett spread her legs with his hands and then undid his belt buckle and dropped his pants. Then he slipped to his knees between her thighs and roughly played with her opening. His fingers brushed across her pubic hair and ran lightly over the tender vaginal lips that were already moist. His finger slipped into her tight hole and wormed back and forth, starting her cunt wiggling and sucking back.
"Ready?" He smiled at her while his finger plunged in and out.
"R r ready," she stuttered. Her face twisted into a grimace of pleasure as her hips writhed and twisted to exact the full pleasure of his vibrating hand and the in and out sensation of his finger in her twat.
Then Barnett leaned forward. His crisp, laundry fresh shirt crushed her breasts. Kathy could feel the sort of scraping sensation of her nipples against the starched material. But that wasn't what she noticed most.
Barnett's prick jabbed heavily at the entrance to her sex. It poked and pried at her pussy lips all around first, and then closer and closer as if sniffing out the entrance to her cunt. The closer the blunt snout of his cock became, the more excited Kathy was.
Suddenly he stabbed into her while he hugged her body against him with his arms. Kathy cried out. His penis had found the opening. It stuck in the mouth of her vagina for an uncertain moment and then it plunged fully into her like a jack hammer going through paper. She felt it descending in her cunt. It was a solid, full feeling. Her vagina was seized by a series of convulsions, minor orgasms that ran through her body like shudders and not feelings. But she couldn't separate things too well. Her cunt seemed like the center of her body. Everything from there. She wasn't a woman with a cunt, she was a cunt with a body.
Barnett's plunging prick only reinforced that feeling: Kathy didn't like Barnett. Yet she was letting him fuck her. In fact, she was enjoying it.
As he ground his pelvis against her the sensations had become so great that Kathy raised her legs and wrapped them about Barnett's waist. The position opened her up completely. She knew that anyone standing at the end of the couch could have seen every detail of Barnett's fat, hard cock as it slipped in and out of her juicy hole.
"Faster," she breathed in his ear.
Kathy's hips began to gallop. Barnett was locked secure in the saddle, his cock drilling her cunt and the faster she flailed her hips back and forth the greater the sensation was for the both of them. His prick was burning in her hot hole and Kathy's vagina was aflame.
"I'm cuming," he shouted in her ear. "I'm cuming."
Kathy could feel his penis swelling and swelling inside of her snatch. She knew he was going to explode and she went faster and harder.
"Fuck me hard," she moaned, "When you come. Fill my cup full. Screw the shit out of me."
Eagerly she banged her crotch against his pelvis, enjoying the feel of his balls bouncing against her ass. He was going to come and she was straining. Harder. Harder. She wasn't going to let it get away from her. She threw her hips up one last time and felt his response coming down at the same moment. His pecker plunged deeper in her than ever before and she felt numb for a brief instant.
Barnett held her tight. She couldn't even fight free to bang her hips against his when she experienced the instantaneous flow of hot seed inside her cunt. She cried out and hugged back. It was the key to her sexuality. As his semen poured inside her vagina Kathy erupted herself into a series of orgasmic shocks, each one bigger than the previous one while her convulsing vagina squeezed and milked his pecker.
"Oh, my God, I'm cuming too," she squealed. At the same time, Kathy stared over Barnett's shoulder and thought she saw her son's white face as he stared at her and Barnett. Then, in a flash, it was gone and Kathy was fighting to get out from under the detective's hot, sweaty body.
"Come on, baby," Barnett mumbled. He tried to keep her down, but she broke free and stood up. Sperm dripped down the inside of her naked thigh and Kathy was ashamed of herself for doing what she'd done with Barnett.
"Let's do it again," Barnett urged.
"Get out," Kathy cried. "Get out." She shoved his pants into his hands and pushed him toward the door.
"What the hell?? ? "
Barnett seemed dazed by her sudden about face. He stood in the middle of the living room, his pants in his hand, and he glared uncomprehendingly at Kathy.
"Get out," Kathy sobbed. "Now."
"Knock it off," he said. "We're just getting started I..."
"We're all through," Kathy screamed. "You're not even ... not even half a prick."
Barnett was staggered. If she'd wanted to hit him harder, Kathy would have had to use a bat. His pride in his sexual prowess was the real core of Cliff Barnett's existence as an individual, and Kathy had just undermined that in the cruelest way possible.
Stumbling into his pants, Barnett retreated before her almost hysterical onslaught. He tried to reason with her, make her see reason. But it wasn't working.
"Get out," Kathy screamed. Tears of hysteria were running from the corners of her eyes.
Barnett retreated. He zipped his fly up without catching his prick. He felt the wet stain in the front of his pants from the last drips of seminal fluid from his penis. But Kathy's attack was so sudden, so unannounced it seemed unreal.
Finally, frustrated and enraged, Barnett turned away from her and jerked the door open. "All right, bitch," he screamed. "All right. I'm leaving."
When he did go outside he slammed the door so hard it sounded like part of the house was falling in.
To Kathy, it was.
As soon as her ears stopped ringing, she whirled and started looking for David. She knew he was somewhere in the house and she had to find him.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
When Cliff Barnett strode out of the house and down the concrete sidewalk, his face was red from embarrassment and his ego was shrunken from cruel words.
I'll fix that bitch, he promised himself. I'll make her get down on her knees and beg to suck my cock. She'll pay for this with her Goddamn ass-hole...
By the time he was at his car, Barnett was smiling. He knew the first place he was going to go. Al King's contractor's office downtown. And then he'd see which side of her face that bitch liked talking out of...
Kathy whirled through the house looking for her son. She didn't stop until she looked in Lisa's room. The boy was sitting stiffly on the chair in front of his sister's vanity mirror staring at himself.
"David," Kathy cried. "What are you doing in here?"
The boy sniffed audibly. "Nothing." He shrugged, thought it over in the pregnant silence that seemed to fill the room, and then repeated himself: "Nothing."
"Darling..." Kathy moved next to him and put her arms around her son's head. He was the most important living thing in her life and it hurt her terrible to see him rejecting her like this, trying to pretend she didn't exist.
David's neck was stiff. He automatically pulled back when she pressed his head against her boobs.
"What's wrong, honey? Why are you acting this way to Momma?"
David shook his head and Kathy felt it against her breasts. His cheek was hot pressing on her hard nipples. She knew what was wrong, all right. She'd seen his face when he'd seen her screwing Barnett and it didn't take a house falling on her to make her aware of what her favorite son was feeling.
"It was ... it was that man, wasn't it? You're mad about that, aren't you?"
"What did you fuck him for, Mom?" David suddenly blurted out.
"Because..." Kathy searched for the words that would make her complex feelings clear to her son and finally despaired of ever finding them. "I had to," she said at last. "He ... he forced me to do it to him. I couldn't tell him no."
"I saw you, Mom. You enjoyed it. You wanted him to stick his stinking prick up your cunt. I could tell by the way you screamed and urged him on. You wanted it."
Kathy pressed her son's face tighter to her tits. "I can't help liking it. Everybody-likes to fuck," she said desperately. "But he made me do it in the first place."
"You liked him more than me!"
David suddenly voiced the words that had tormented him and Kathy understood instantly. He was jealous. He couldn't stand the thought of sharing his mother's body with a stranger. That was it, Kathy told herself and felt almost relieved that the answer was so simple.
"I don't, baby. Really. And I'll prove it to you."
Grabbing his hand, Kathy tugged her son out of his sister's bedroom and down the hall to her room. He didn't try to run away, and while he stood docilely waiting for her directions, he didn't seem too interested in what she was doing either. Kathy knew she could change that, though. At least, she hoped she was able to. Gone and forget ten was her resolve to have nothing sexual to do with her son in the future or in the present.
She started the water running in the bathtub. Hot water that filled the bathroom with steam. Hastily she stepped out of her clothes, dropping them on the floor. Then, as tender as she was swift with her own clothes, she stripped David's shirt and pants off him. When she was down to his cotton briefs, she hesitated for a moment.
David's eye had a sparkle in it. He seemed to be watching her closely and she knelt in front of him as if in supplication. Her hands cupped the warm bulge his testicles and penis made in the front of his shorts. She drew her elbows in to her sides, squeezing her breasts closer together so they bulged enticingly and he wasn't able to take his eyes away from the cleavage between them.
Deliberately Kathy stripped his briefs down his legs. She inhaled sharply as she pulled the waistband down and his stiff cock flew out, bouncing eagerly up and down when set free. Kathy couldn't take her eyes off his penis. It was so neat and soft and smooth nothing like the cock of a mature man. That was one of the nice things about it. She wanted that velvety intruder stretching her open, slithering around inside her pulsing cunt.
Gingerly she stuck out her tongue and stroked his prick. With great deliberation she drew her tongue from his balls all the way up to the crown. And then she kissed it.
She felt it jerk in response. His eyes were blank, but David couldn't hide the pleasure he was feeling in response to her ministrations. The passionate licking of his mother's tongue from the base of his cock to the tip, the way she lovingly sucked the head all conspired to turn him on.
"Come, David," Kathy said. She drew him with her towards the bathtub. The water was hot and foamy with bubble bath. Steam formed above the surface.
Smiling at him, Kathy stepped into the tub. The water closed like a fist around her long, beautifully curved legs. It was so hot, it almost hurt. But that was the kind of hurt Kathy wanted, It penetrated into her bones and after a few moments the pleasurable pain became warm pleasure entirely. Hesitantly, she squatted down in the steaming water.
The heat caught her buttocks like a spanking. Gently and slowly Kathy lowered herself into the
water.
The surface of the water crept up around her ass-hole. She moaned as it seemed she was being fucked in the butt by hot fingers. Further and further she slid into the water and it crept higher and higher until it was touching her battered and abused cunt.
"Wowwww," Kathy gasped. The water was a hot hand literally grabbing her crotch. Not an inch of her twat seemed untouched by the heat that seemed to seep into every tiny crevice. She spread her thighs in the water and luxuriated in the almost sexual feeling of the water against her naked flesh.
David had watched, fascinated by his mother's gingerly descent into the hot water. When she beckoned to him, he did as she indicated, sliding into the tub behind her.
"Here," Kathy said. She handed him a bar of soap. "Do my back, will you?"
Carefully David began washing his mother's back. He worked the soap into a lather on her smooth back, running his hands so far down they were in the water cupping her full, rounded buttocks. His mother's ass really turned the boy on. Feeling her ass-cheeks in his hands finally broke down the reserve that David had erected between them.
"Why did you do it, Mom?" He almost cried the words.
"I couldn't help myself, David. You must believe me, Son."
Kathy squirmed back against him and felt his pecker stabbing hard against her.
It had been soft when he first lowered himself into the tub, particularly when his balls first hit the steaming surface of the water. But it was solid now, bone hard.
David's youthful legs went around Kathy's body. His thighs enclosed her hips and his calves were squeezed between the outsides of her thighs and the tub. When she wiggled back against him she could feel his balls squish up against her buttocks while his cock jabbed eagerly against her rear. She thought about that prick back there a lot. She knew that giving her ass-hole to him was the ultimate expression of her love for him.
Leaning back against his sturdy chest, Kathy admonished him to do her front, too. She took his hand and drew it around her to show him what she meant.
David was electrified by her action. His soapy hand slipped up the front of her body and came to rest clutching a full, rounded breast that was topped by a distended, hard nipple. David had the sudden urge to suckle it, to coax it out further with his lips. But that was impossible from the position he was in, and he had to let his fingers do the walking for him.
His fingertips clutched her nipple and promptly began rolling it between them. Her breast was slippery with soap and the sensation of that hard, rubbery flesh escaping again and again from his hard working fingers was a turn on to David. His cock seemed to grow longer and harder in direct proportion to how hard he savaged that elusive nipple.
Kathy writhed under his fingers. It had hurt. "Too hard," she had gasped to David, but as his fingers twisted and turned around her breast button it had started feeling much better. Much. The soap inflamed her sensitive flesh and made it pop out even more and the twisting and rolling between his fingers was sheer heaven.
"Uh, uh, uh, uh, uhoooooo," Kathy moaned out loud.
David was quick to interpret the sounds she made. His other hand groped around her body for her other breast. And then he was doing both sides at once, twisting and pinching her projecting boob tips.
Kathy's tits were a sensual no man's land, engulfed by a mindless pleasure that kept her begging for more. Her lips squirmed on the slick white porcelain that coated the bottom the bathtub. It was unsatisfactory. She couldn't seem to rub her twat against it no matter how hard she tried.
David, however, apparently understood the frantic twisting of her bottom against his cock and balls. One of his hands released her pulsating breast and roamed down to her submerged crotch. He picked up the bar of soap and began scrubbing it hard against her eager clitoris and the top of her sex slit.
Kathy responded by arching her back and opening her cunt to his fingers and the soap. She was insane with lust. Pressing her feet down against the bottom of the tub and pushing she was able to twist her crotch up so that David had full access to her cute cunt. She shoved her thighs as wide apart as she could in the cramped bathtub.
Looking over her shoulder, David was enthralled by what he saw. His fingers on one hand were clutching and pinching at the luscious half melon breast with the brownish red nipple sticking out like a miniature cock. Past that he could see her cunt, gaping open, yawning in the water. It was frothy with soap and he could see it opening and closing in lustful invitation.
David's hand played with her snatch. His fingers clutched the swollen nub of her clitoris and pulled it up and down until Kathy was grunting and moaning in cadence with his movements. Then, when he thought she'd had enough of that, his fingers had switched to her crack. It was easy to penetrate. He just rammed his fingers in and though she screamed, Kathy also arched her hips up and gave him a better target. She wanted him to finger fuck her brutally and non stop. He was sure of it.
Eagerly he picked up the soap. It was longer than it was wide and it was curved at both ends. It gave him an idea, and David resolutely pressed an end against her gaping slot. His eyes bugged out when he saw the white soap slip easily into his mother's grasping, greedy vagina.
Kathy also was surprised when the soap spread her cunt wide. At first. But it took only a moment of having the slick, burning bar of cleanser jammed up her snatch before she was enjoying it. It did feel groovy. It was an added pleasure to the already impossible feeling caused by his hands on her trembling boobs.
Her hips went wild. She thrashed up and down so frantically waves of water cascaded out on the bathroom floor. The bar of soap sliding in and out of her cunt, in and out was the cause. She wanted more harder and faster, faster and harder. Kathy was sobbing from the forceful way she socked her cunt down on the phallic shaped bar.
Her ass bounced up and down against his cock and balls. Suddenly David had an inspiration. He withdrew the soap from his mother's flailing cunt as she surged up from it and he slipped it around behind her. Holding his hand steady, he allowed her falling weight to drive it up her flexing ass-hole.
"Aaaaggghhhh..."
The unexpected insertion of the bar of soap in Kathy's rectum made her practically leap into the air. She'd been split open and her ass was a searing, tearing mass of pain.
When she relaxed again, David repeated the experience by pressing the soap against her clenched rectum and forcing it between the tight muscles.
Kathy gritted her teeth. It hurt something fierce. But if that was what David wanted to do, she wasn't going to stop him. She had to prove she loved him. She had to.
Desperately she squeezed her eyes shut and let the tears leak out of the corners as she settled lower and lower, each inch adding an inch of the soap in her ass-hole. She was stuffed full. Her rectum ached from stretching around the soap. She was stretched as wide as she could go. Fortunately the soap wasn't very long and it only went up her ass a short distance.
David began working it in and out of her ass-hole. At the same time, his other hand left her tit and started playing with her cunt. Within minutes, Kathy's attention was diverted back to her gash and the pleasurable sensations she was feeling there.
She moaned and opened her legs again. The bar of soap in her ass was just an uncomfortable hotness and the real feeling was in her slot. David fingers drove and twisted and turned in there and Kathy was growing ecstatic again as the sensation of being fucked filled her crotch. Even her ass-hole was feeling good.
Automatically, her hips began to move, to plunge against his teasing fingers. Her ass-hole, too, joined in, running up and down on his steady bar of soap.
"Oooooooo," Kathy sighed. "Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh!" Each time she brought her crotch down on the dual insertion the breath was driven out of her in a joyous cry.
Faster' and faster he drove into her and then suddenly he pulled the soap out of her ass-hole and Kathy didn't know whether to be happy or sad. When it was gone, what she thought was pain also disappeared and she realized it had been pleasure. She wanted it back. She needed it. Without that jabbing intruder in her rectum, Kathy knew she couldn't crest without it. She needed it to climax, to orgasm.
"Put it back in," she half sobbed to David, arching her ass at him.
Roughly he grabbed her buttocks and pulled her back and down.
Kathy moaned. He was sticking it back in. She felt its smooth, slick head pressing at her rosebud ass-hole and eagerly she lurched back to impale herself on it.
The scream burbled in her throat and died there. David's cock had rammed up her rear with jack hammer force and nailed her down like nothing else could. It was so long and hard and thick that Kathy could only quiver and shake as she felt it penetrate all the way up her soapy rear end. She was really fucked.
And then David's hand circled her waist and deliberately wormed the soap into her relaxed, sexually responding can't. It slid in easily until it all but disappeared.
Kathy didn't move for a long moment. She couldn't. She was speechless from the shock and so stuffed she wasn't sure she could even if she'd wanted to get up.
Feeling and sensations surged back and forth in her body. The slightest twitch seemed to set her off sexually. She was completely sensitized now.
"Fuck," David whispered in her ear. "Fuck my cock with your ass-hole. Now. Do it now, Mother."
Kathy groaned and then exploded into a circus of motion. Her hips shot up and down, her cunt sucked and squeezed the soap in and out. David's hands were on her breasts again, squeezing and pinching. Every bit of her skin was sexual, caressed by his hands or the water or the cool side of the tub.
"In and out, Mom." David's voice was frantic. His hands grappled with her waist raising and lowering her, jerking her up and slamming her down.
Kathy was amazed by his sudden strength. She tried to help. She sobbed and moaned and rode up and down on his probing cock but mostly it was her son himself raising and lowering her, jacking off into her pleasure aching ass-hole.
Faster and faster.
"Give it to me," Kathy whimpered at him.
Her hips flailed from side to side, giving David a ride in her butt that she knew he'd never get again. It was an incredible dream of erotic fantasy for both of them.
David cried out. His cock was being skinned raw and he couldn't stop flicking her hot, sucking ass-hole. His own cock was hot and burning, loaded with his boiling sperm.
"Fuck meeeeeeee," Kathy screamed, feeling him reaming her ass.
David was silent. He felt like an extension of his cock. It was wallowing in his mother's rectum and he pumped harder and faster. He could feel each stroke as her hot muscles skinned the foreskin back from the head and then slid raspingly down around the sides, enveloping his pecker like it was in a sweet glove.
He drove his fingers at her pouting clitoris and worked the soap around in her spread open cunt. Instead of just pushing it in and out, he twisted it around and around inside her cramped slot and watched the lather pouring out of her in a steady stream of soap bubbles.
Kathy's cunt was spastic with excitement. The rotating soap in her cunt turned her cunt on completely. She couldn't tell the front from the back. She just knew she was being penetrated completely in both places. She flailed her hips forward and back. In and out. When the soap drove into her cunt she felt the sudden void as her son's cock pulled out of her ass-hole. Back! And then the soap slipped out leaving an aching void that was filled by the steam engine force of a cock drilling the length of her ass-hole.
"Harder," she screamed, feeling her crest.
"HARDER."
David responded. He pumped faster. His fingers caught her nipples and twisted and squeezed. He bit at the tops of her shoulders and she imagined him biting her breasts.
A shudder went through Kathy and she clamped her hands on his hand that held the bar of soap. Eagerly she rammed it into her pulsating snatch at the same time that she threw herself back on his probing cock impaling herself completely this time.
"Yaaaaaaaaaa," she screamed. She was full. Stuffed to the edge of her cunt.
"Aaaagggh." David's voice joined his mother's. His cum had started to flow. It throbbed hard and hot in his squeezed cock tube. He wiggled his butt and inched his pecker deeper into his mother's soft ass-hole. He had a moment to admire her cute, warm, soft buttocks as she squeezed against him, then he was cuming. Cuming.
The jism shot out of his prick and David whimpered with joy.
Kathy cried, too. The hot juice sprayed the inside of her cunt, bounced against it like machine gun bullets. Each drop was a shock, and a measure of feeling. Her can't gripped him, milked him, and finally collapsed itself in an unstoppable orgasm.
CHAPTER TWELVE
"I love you, David," Kathy finally managed to say to her son.
His cock stirred in her ass-hole. It was soft and limber and pulled out with a soft sucking sound. As it came out, the bathtub water rushed in to fill the void.
David's fingers worked at her bulging pussy and suddenly it split open like a magic Easter egg and spit out the foaming bar of bath soap that floated to the top of the water.
Stiffly, David pulled loose and stood up. He splashed out of the tub and Kathy followed him. She grabbed the big bath towel and began to dry him off. She was especially careful to rub the rough, woolly material around his relaxed balls and sagging peter. She wanted to kiss it. To fondle it. But somehow she knew that now wasn't the time. The post coital glow they both experienced was dampened by what had gone on before.
"Do you really love me. Mother?" David stared at her accusingly.
"Of course, darling." Kathy's eyes brimmed with tears and she wanted to hug him.
"How much?" His voice was flat, unbelieving and she knew that she had to convince her son, make him see she really did care and want to make him happy.
"I'll do anything for you, David," she promised. She toweled his body and then dropped to her knees and dried his legs. At the same time she leaned her cheek against his drooping cock, nuzzling it as if in complete obedience to his masculinity.
"Anything?"
"Of course, darling." Kathy's voice gained energy. He was going to let her prove her love, she knew that. He was going to forgive her for her sin her guilt.
Mentally Kathy hugged herself. There was nothing she wouldn't do for her son. Absolutely nothing, and now he was going to find out for himself. Who needed Al? The wretched bastard. She had David and that was all she'd ever need or want.
At least Kathy told herself that. If she'd have thought about it for a while, she'd have realized that she was half in shock. The events of the past few days had been too much for her. Too many shocks had come at her too fast. Her sexual revolution was still unabsorbed into her inner being. It was a sexual happening a physical manifestation of her confusion. She needed time to think. But she wasn't going to get it.
"I'll do anything you say to prove it, honey," she told him.
David stared thoughtfully at his mother. "You mean that?"
"I was your slave, once," Kathy said eagerly. "We can do that again, dear. And you can do anything you want to. Anything."
Kathy felt her son's penis twitch and she knew she was reaching him. He was getting turned on remembering. He had to know from the way she'd let him treat her that she was telling the truth. Nothing else could conceivably matter.
Finally David shook himself, as if surprised to find that he was dried off. "All right, Mother," he said. "I'll think about it and let you know later." He walked off, leaving her in the bathroom holding the towel and staring after him, wondering.
After a while, Kathy used the towel on herself. She was almost dry, but the musty odor of David's body was on the towel and she used it to dry her face and tousle her hair. When she rubbed her breasts with it and wiped between her legs she pretended it was David's rough hand on her sex organs. She got a thrill out of that.
Still naked, she threw the towel in the dirty clothes and then went into her bedroom and lay down to think. Sleep crept up on her slowly, and Kathy had time to feel scared before she fell all the way into slumber. What she thought, if she was wrong about everything? What then? What was David really thinking about her?
"Hello," she said when she finally picked the receiver up.
"Kathy?" The voice was Al's and Kathy was tempted at first to hang up and go back to sleep. "What do you want, Al?" she finally asked after debating doing just that.
"I want to see you and the kids."
"We don't want to see you, Al." Kathy sighed wearily into the mouthpiece. "Enough is enough. You've caused us all the grief we'll ever need."
"I want to make a deal," Al replied. "That's why I want to see you."
"Well..." Kathy stretched on the bed. She ached all over. Her thighs, her tits, her butt ... She felt as if she'd been really put through the wringer. She was sexually worn out and maybe it wouldn't hurt to hear what Al had to say.
Hearing the note of surrender in his wife's voice, Al eagerly said, "I'm sure we can work something out that will make you happy. Kathy looked at the clock next to the bed. It was almost dinnertime. "How about dinner at diGorgio's?"
"Fine," Al boomed over the phone. "In about twenty minutes?"
"I meet you there."
"Great! Wear something sexy, will you?" Al's voice was almost eager.
"I didn't know you cared," Kathy said sarcastically.
"Love it," Al responded. "See you in twenty minutes or so, okay?"
"Okay," Kathy said. When she put the phone down, she didn't know whether she had done the right thing or not. Looking in the wall mirror she could see her naked body sprawled on the bed and wondered if that was the lure. Was Al finally wakening to the soft loveliness of her body, the full breasts with their brownish strawberry tips? Did he think he was missing out by neglecting her firm, juicy pussy?
Kathy stood and admired herself, It was possible. She cupped her breasts with her hands and was pleased that they sagged so little. Her stomach was flat and firm, even though she'd had both David and Lisa and bore the almost invisible stretch marks.
Perhaps her cunt wasn't as pretty as it had been when they'd first married. The lips were longer and fuller threatening to become pendulous, But they sealed together nicely. Her cunt muscles were taut. and the pussy fur that hid them was thick and furry.
Thoughtfully, although she knew Al would never get to know, she sprayed a whiff of perfume on the luxurious triangle of hair in her crotch. Another dab went between her breasts before she put on the uplift bra that seemed to expose more of her tits than it hid. It was funny, but always she'd been ashamed to wear it, it was so lascivious. But now that she was going to have dinner with the husband she was cutting off, it seemed appropriate. As she finished dressing in a slinky low front, backless black dress she reflected on why she was doing it. Perhaps the most valid reason was to show him just what he was missing out on him and his running around looking for better.
"The prick," Kathy muttered to herself. She didn't want to admit it, but one of the things that she was hurt most by was her husband's need for other women. It was a direct condemnation of her as a woman and in bed and it rankled.
Finally she was dressed. She checked the house to see if either of the kids had come in. It was unlikely. Lisa was staying the week with a neighbor girl, which was fortunate because Kathy hadn't been drawn into any soul searching conversations with the girl about the rift with Al, and David had indicated he'd be gone till late. He had to think about what had happened between him and his mother.
Somehow the place seemed gloomy to Kathy as she listened to her footsteps in. all that emptiness.
"It's nice you could make it." Al stood up and pulled her chair out for her when she went into diGorgio's. It made Kathy feel like a girl again. He hadn't done that since before they were married and she didn't expect him to start that again.
It was dark in the restaurant. Kathy had forgotten how dark and their table in the back was secluded. She didn't object when Al slid closer to her after they ordered and put his hand on her thigh under the table.
"That isn't on the menu." Her voice was prim but she didn't move his hand with hers. Surprisingly it felt good where it was at, halfway between her knee and her crotch.
"I thought it was an appetizer," Al said in a contrite sounding voice.
"Hardly." Kathy was nonchalant, but it warmed her to know she still turned him on. Of course, it didn't mean she was going to give up a foot of ground. She had the bastard cold and had no intention of letting go of anything even if he had a dick that was a yard long. At least, she told herself she wouldn't. She hadn't seen a cock that big yet.
During dinner Al's hand left her leg, but after the waiter cleared the dishes and left them with a bottle of wine, it was back. Higher and warmer and Kathy couldn't resist completely the lure of his warm palm on her flesh. "What do you want, Al?" she asked nervously.
"A divorce," he said bluntly. "Something that will make it clear where I stand."
"You know where you stand this way." Kathy frowned at him.
"Sure, baby." His hand zipped up her leg to her crotch and unexpectedly his fingers were pressing against her pouting mound, separated from penetrating her hot box only by a sheer piece of lace panty material. "Sure," he said. "Just like you're my wife."
"And what are all those other bitches you suck and fuck? Kathy threw it back in his face. He had it coming, as far as she was concerned. "You don't need a wife. You need a harem." Kathy tried to conceal it. But she was trembling from his hand on her snatch. Her knees were dangerously weak and she could feel the moisture draining from out of her qui very cunt.
"That's what I'm saying, baby." Al stroked her box again and she unconsciously opened her thighs to give his fingers more room to play with her.
"I don't understand what you're saying. Make it clearer or forget it."
"I mean I'll settle with you. You get the kids half the time. I'll give you say five hundred a month and the house and we can still be good friends. Right?"
Kathy would have laughed if it wasn't for the disturbing way his fingers played with her sex organs. Her clitoris was wild and she could barely contain her hips. Al's fingers had grown more facile as he talked and she knew at any moment he was going to do what she wanted he was going to plunge them in her hot box.
"You can do better, Al. Fifteen hundred a month sounds better."
"For Christ's sake, I don't have it. I can't come up with that kind of money, Kathy."
Kathy shrugged. "Maybe the judge can't prove you can, Al. But I can. That's why we settle this out of court. I know about your other books and the skimming you're doing."
"You're crazy. If you think you've got something on me, go to the cops." Al appeared undisturbed. But his fingers manipulated her twat feverishly.
"Sure," Kathy said scornfully. "I tell the cops and the IRS gets the house, the cars and the business and you go to jail and I get nothing. Or I threaten to tell and you laugh in my face. Thanks for nothing, Al. I want a wrapped and tied contract the sort of thing that's binding enough to tie everything up without threats. Or cops."
In the darkness Kathy couldn't tell what was on Al's face. The shadows changed his appearance on a minute by minute basis.
"A thousand," he said finally.
"Fifteen hundred, and the house payments."
"You won't compromise?"
"No."
Al sighed heavily. "All right," he said. "I'll get the lawyer to work on it and have it ready in a week or so. That suit you?"
Kathy was stunned. It was so easy, too easy. She'd never expected Al to bend for that much. She'd been willing to settle for half of what she was getting. She hadn't wanted to fight him and she'd planned on going back to work as soon as things were straightened around. "That's ... that's generous of you, Al," she managed to gasp.
"That's me," Al said.
Kathy couldn't tell if she actually saw a smirk on her husband's face. But even if she had, she was too overwhelmed to call her husband a liar to his face.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Al told her he thought their agreement was worth a drink or two to settle the bargain. Kathy couldn't argue. After he paid the tab at the restaurant they went to his apartment downtown.
The minute they walked in the door, Kathy realized that it had to be the place that Cliff Barnett had planted his microphones to get the tapes he gave her. She walked across the room and sat down on the bed and she was sure her suspicions were accurate. The springs squealed as if they were being tortured.
Al licked his lips and smiled at her. "Now," he said, opening a well stocked liquor cabinet, "we can still be friends even if we're going to be ex's, right?"
"I ... I don't see why not," Kathy replied hesitantly, not sure at all.
"We used to have a pretty good thing before we were married. And even after we were hitched. For a while, anyway." Al. handed her a glass that tinkled from the ice cubes that floated on the surface.
Kathy flushed. His eyes were hot and seemed to concentrate on the front of her dress where it billowed out and showed her cleavage. What's wrong with me? she asked herself. We've spent seventeen years going to bed together and I'm getting all excited just because he's sneaking a look at my boobs.
"Well, Al," she said. "A toast. To remaining close fiends."
"You bet, baby. Close friends." Al hoisted his glass and leaned over and kissed her on the lips. It was a hot, sultry kiss that filled her body with passionate stirrings.
"Don't," Kathy said. She tried to push him away, discourage him.
"Why not, baby? It's a truce, isn't it? You're equal with the other chicks."
"It isn't right. Al. We're getting divorced. Don't you understand?"
"Knock it off." Al set his drink down and shoved her back on the bed. He took her drink and put it on the floor. "Now that I'm paying you for it, we can really fuck, baby."
"No, Al. NO" She yelled, but it didn't do any good. Al draped himself over her like a blanket. His hand slithered under her skirt and up her legs. His fingers found her hot slit and Kathy struggled to get free. She didn't want it to happen. She was so tender already. First Barnett was at her. Then David. And now ... now Al.
"No, don't Al. NooooOOO." She writhed her hips, but she couldn't stop her body from responding. His fingers were on the moist crotch of her black, lacy panties and he knew. He knew. She was excited and waiting for him and there was nothing to hold him back. Kathy wanted to stop him, but she couldn't. There just wasn't any way.
His hand slipped up her thighs, bunching her skirt around her waist and exposing her crotch and hips to his lustful gaze.
Kathy looked down and couldn't repress a slight moan. Her sex mound stuck up so prominently that it looked obscene even to her. Her cunt was completely enclosed in the black lace panties and no one, not even Al, could see through them. But her curly pubic hair stuck out from the hem in the leg holes and an occasional piece of fluff stuck right through the panties. And the odor from her crotch was unmistakable. She was begging to. be fucked. Her cunt was pouring out its scented juice and filling the room with the smell. She was filling, she was sure, Al's nostrils with the smell.
Al leaned over her and grinned. "I always thought your pussy was the best part about you," he said. "Now I'm sure." He looked down and his eyes reflected his greed as he started to peel her panties down around her hips.
Kathy arched her back and helped him. She didn't really want to. She wanted to go home. What she was doing was wrong. She knew it and couldn't stop it.
Al peeled her panties down her legs. The cool air of the room struck her moist cunt lips and sent a shiver coursing through her body. The excitement was building in her body and there was nothing Kathy could do to control it. She was lost to the excited throbbing of her organs in a way that she could never be lost to her thought process. It was all automatic reactions.
When his fingers slid between her naked thighs and began to play with her can't, Kathy moaned and shoved back, willing his fingers to slide into her slot. She wanted to be finger fucked. Anything. Just so he didn't tease her any more.
Al hovered over her. He'd ripped his pants and shirt off. Roughly he spread her legs and getting between her knees aimed his bone hard prick at her hole.
Kathy felt him lining it up. She'd had it in her box thousands of times, yet this time it was like a stranger's prick.
He lunged. Hard. And Kathy shuddered through her whole body.
"Fuck back, baby," he groaned. He twisted his prick in her love hole.
Kathy had to shove back, had to feel his cock pounding the end of her tunnel. She moaned as it slid greasily in and out of her throbbing hole and scraped against her can't lips. She wanted it and there was no denying that. She shoved back.
Then Al was plunging in and out of her cunt like a savage animal. His cock tore at her, stretching her cunt mouth with insatiable fury. She was being stretched and pulled and filled and emptied in what seemed to be a non stop continuous cycle.
"Fuck me, you bitch," Al snarled. He lanced his cock into her.
She started out sore. But as he pounded his cock into her it felt better and better until it was wonderful. She howled and fucked her can't up against him, feeling his rod plow full into her. His balls slapped solidly between her thighs and they settled into a rhythmic pattern.
Al grunted as he heaved his body down on her, trying to hammer her into place with his penis. He slammed his body down like he was driving nails.
Kathy twisted and turned under him. She loved it. She loved it.
"Pour it to me, you fucker," she howled. "Cram your cock up my cunt and I'll fuck it off for you. Faster, darling. FASTER."
Al responded with energy. He could feel her vagina walls grasping at his slithery prick. He flailed his hips up and down faster and harder.
With the hard penis ramming into her, Kathy got so excited she could barely control herself. Her hips kept bucking his cock out of her hole and then positioning desperately to get it back in without losing a beat.
His fingers fumbled with her breasts. Kathy had a bra on, but it didn't interfere with Al. His fingers pinched her nipples and squeezed the full, lushness of her tits.
Responding to his fingers on her breasts; Kathy lunged her cunt up hard against her husband's cock. She forced it to fill her. She was boiling inside. She was steaming and his plunging, pistoning rod was all that could put the flames out.
She soared and plunged. So sex battered that she didn't know up from down, Kathy rose to instant crests and plunged into instant troughs. One minute she was sore and the next minute she was soaring. Her sex juice poured from her cunt in a non stop flood and her pussy lips clung tightly to Al's invading cock.
When she felt his pecker enlarging, swelling inside her hot box, Kathy was by turns happy and depressed. He was going to come. He was going to erupt inside of her and fill her tubes with his hot sperm.
Her fingers raked his back, forcing him to drive his cock full into her battered pussy. His pubic hair mingled with her cunt hair and even scraped gently at her skin.
Kathy groaned under her breath. Each stroke of his cock tore at her, disrupted the smooth flow of her feeling. It was like being on an ocean, flowing along on surging waves of feeling that dominated her body. Only when Al flung himself against her and pounded against her pouting pussy lips the waves were gigantic. She thought she was going to capsize.
"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," she cried, tears streaming from her eyes.
Al's fingers played with her breasts, twisting them until she was crying for him to stop and not to stop. Her nipples were hard and projected against the insides of her bra cups. They gritted on the material, hardening them even more.
The harsher Al treated them, the greater the feeling that flowed out of her body to her cunt. And there his pecker was slapping in and out of her non stop.
The pleasure was overwhelming. Kathy was getting his rod slammed into her deeper than she ever had before. As it thrust into her, her vagina muscles tightened instinctively and the pleasure she was obtaining was surpassing anything that had ever, happened.
Part of the reason was that she'd been fucked so much already that day. Each stroke of his cock into her cunt was a reminder of another cock that had entered her. She was twisting reality with her memories and, unable to tell one from the other, soared on her sexual adventure.
"AaaaAHHHHHaaaaa," she screamed as she finally climaxed.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
When Al took her back to her car, Kathy was one massive throb of flesh. It spread out from her cunt to her breasts to her thighs and even to her toes.
"Nice night," he'd said, as if it was some kind of joke when he let her off.
"Nice," she'd agreed. Kathy would have agreed to anything at that moment and she didn't even notice the almost triumphant grin that spread across his face.
Driving home, she gave some thought to what had happened. But all she was concerned with was the final outcome. She was sore and tired and tired. She was dead sleepy and she wanted to go to bed to sleep. Kathy was sure of one thing she was all fucked out.
When she got home, she left the car in the driveway instead of putting it in the garage and went into the house. As soon as her head was on the pillow, she was snoring.
Kathy woke up with a start. She wasn't alone and somehow she'd sensed it as she lay sleeping.
The bedroom was bright with morning light and when she opened her eyes she was looking at David.
The boy was standing just inside the door staring into the room. Automatically Kathy tried to cover up. She wrapped her arms around her breasts and then slowly released them. She didn't have anything her son hadn't already seen.
"Good morning, David," she said.
"Hi, Mom." He stared at her curiously. "Out late last night?"
She nodded. "I went to have a talk with your father. We had dinner at diGorgio's"
She was smiling when she said it, but slowly the smile slipped from her face.
Another boy came into the bedroom. And then another. Kathy was quick to try to cover herself with her arms and her hands as she sat up in bed. But as the three boys watched her she gave it up and lowered her arms. Her breasts were proud and firm, high on her torso, her soft nipples hardening under the gaze of the boys.
"What is this? Get out," she said suddenly, panicked by their presence.
"Mother!" David frowned at her. The two other boys seemed uncertain. Scared. They looked as if they might have run if she yelled at them loud enough.
"What is this?" she demanded to know of her son.
"You said you'd do anything, didn't you, Mom? You'd do anything to prove you loved me. You said it, didn't you?" David's voice challenged her.
Kathy nodded. She'd said it. Her skin tingled with shame and embarrassment but she dropped her hands. She did not try to conceal her breasts from their eyes anymore. There seemed to be little need for it. Somehow she could see what David was leading up to. Somehow he was taking her up on her promise to do anything.
"Well, you're going to fuck my friends and show me that you meant what you said." He smiled at her and Kathy felt her cheeks flood with reddish color as her humiliation reached a climax of anguish and shame. She couldn't refuse. And yet, if she didn't she was making herself out as the worst kind of whore and child fucker.
She licked her lips and looked at her son's friends. They were both about fourteen or fifteen, too. One was blonde with big hands and she automatically looked at his crotch. It was bulging. Obviously he was steamed up and his cock was poking at his fly.
The other boy was slender and light. His hair was brown and longer. He didn't look as athletic, but he, too, had a massive bulge in his pants. It looked to Kathy as if her son picked his friends from the size of their penises.
"Well, Mom?" David looked at her and his eyes challenged hers.
Trembling, Kathy looked at the boys again. She told herself she shouldn't do it. That it was wrong, even if her son demanded it. But deep down she couldn't repress the thought that it might be really enjoyable to fuck the two boys.
"All right," she said. "I'll do it for you, David. Only for you."
"Good, Mom," the boy said. "Remember, you're my slave. You'll do whatever I say, right?" His voice prodded her and demanded that she answer.
"I'm your slave," she said. Her voice was properly submissive.
"Good. Then get out of bed and bend over that chair." David nodded at the large armchair in the bedroom that had been Al's favorite place to sit when he watched her undress for the night.
"Bend over the chair," David repeated, his voice sharper.
Hurriedly. Kathy scrambled out of bed and rushed to the chair. The blush of shame rose in her cheeks. She leaned over the arm and rested her hands on the other arm. Her breasts were dangling over the side and brushed lightly against the overstuffed cushion. She stared back at David, questioningly. Mutely she appealed to him.
Her son wasn't looking at her expression, However. His eyes were on the voluptuous swell of her lushly formed tits. "Let's get a good look at your box. Bend all the way over, Morn. Don't do it halfway. All the way over."
Kathy leaned all the way over the chair arm. She felt indescribably vulnerable and humiliated, her naked buttocks stuck out for everyone to see. She felt the flush of chilling air between her thighs as the morning breeze that swept through the house tickled the pink pouting lips of her pussy ... until her son touched her there and the coolness was replaced with the heat of his eager fingers.
"Ooooohhhh," she murmured as his fingers probed hotly between the lips of her vagina. There was a murmur from the other two boys as they watched.
"Nice and tight," David said loudly as his fingers slipped stiffly into the clasping warmth of his mother's vaginal tunnel.
Kathy was already moist down there and she was ashamed for him to know it. But it was too late for that kind of worry, anyhow. She should have stopped before she ever started. She knew she shouldn't have fucked her own son. She knew it.
"Billy, you want to be first?" David was generously giving her body away and Kathy could only clench the chair arm in her hands and cry inwardly.
She heard someone's zipper open and she wondered if the two kids were virgins. At that age it was-likely. And then there was the rustling sound of trousers being pulled off. She darted a glance over her shoulder and the blonde boy stood behind her, his fist tightly wrapped around his dick which was sticking out from under his shirt tails.
"Please, not like this, please," she whimpered. Shame enveloped her as she fully realized what her son was planning. Shame because of what he was planning and shame because she knew she might enjoy it too much.
"Do you want me to hold her open?" David asked.
Billy nodded. Kathy could see his head bob up and down in answer.
Kathy cringed as David pulled apart the soft, pliant cheeks of her bottom in lewd invitation to the other boy. A rush of cool air surged between her buttocks, followed by the incessant prodding of the boy's cock against her cunt. She looked down and saw his bulbous, purplish head pounding at her slit. For a moment she was amazed at the, size, at how well developed the boy was, and then he entered her with a lunging thrust that took the breath from her lungs.
"Unnnnggghh. Take it easy," she pleaded. "You're hurting me.
She felt his hands grip her hips eagerly, like a lust crazed young boy he began to fuck her deep, punishing strokes that seared her cuntal flesh like a red hot poker. He pounded into her with deep, hard thrusts that speared all the way into her belly. He made no attempt to hold back his onrushing orgasm. He was an eager, inexperienced boy and the closer he came to orgasm, the more frenzied was the pounding of his cock in her hot twat.
He shot into her. Her butt twisted and quivered and he rode his cock hard into her box. The liquid heat flooded her insides and Kathy could practically have melted around it as it splattered inside her.
When he was done, he pulled out and she wanted to say something to him. Anything because she knew for sure that she had been his first fuck. But the other boy was ready, his pants off, his cock in his hands.
Kathy looked and her eyes grew round. She had thought the blonde boy was well developed for his age. But the slender brown-haired boy by that definition was overdeveloped. His body was smooth and without muscles, but the cock he gripped in both hands looked like the boom of a small sailing dinghy.
Kathy cowered helplessly and her naked behind cringed as she felt the huge, mushroom shaped knob at the head of his immense erection push its way between the fleshy cheeks of her buttocks. Then the boy stopped. He looked apologetically at Kathy and seemed incapable of completing the stroke that would have planted his huge stalk in her cunt.
"Help him," David said excitedly. "Help him, Mom."
Wordlessly, like a robot, she heard and obeyed her son's command.
She reached for it and gasped in astonishment as she discovered her fingers wouldn't close around its hugely thick circumference. It seemed to be as big around as her wrist and as long as her arm. And it was nudging her sex slot.
Gingerly she moved the head, opening her slit and positioning it to enter. She was glad that she was still slimy with the semen that Billy had ejaculated into her hot receptacle. She knew she couldn't even attempt to take his cock if she was dry.
"Go on," David said. "Shove it in."
The boy's entry could not have hurt her more had he shoved his whole arm up her cunt. She gasped and a scream lodged in her throat and finally escaped her lips as a gurgling moan of unbelievable anguish
Kathy told herself she would just endure what was happing. If she didn't think about it, she wouldn't feel it so much. She closed her eyes and held her burning crotch in position and tried not to cry out as he drove his cock into her vagina.
He seemed to fuck her forever, though. Again and again and again until the room swam around her and the voice of her son and the other boy blurred in her ears. She fought the urge that the boy's virile erection spawned in her loins at first. But soon there was no way of suppressing them. She was being overwhelmed by wanton lust.
"Aaaawww, yes, yes ... Goddamn, yes. Fuck me, fuck me hard," she blurted out finally. Her eyes were clenched shut and her face masked with shame and revulsion. Her body had betrayed her again and she was now nothing more than a slave to her naked, ravenous passions.
She ground her back against the boy, her teeth biting painfully into her lower lip even though she didn't really feel it. Someone lifted her head. It was David. He crawled up on the arm of the chair she was gripping with her hands. She hadn't noticed, but she was screaming and crying as she fucked the boy with the big prick. Now her son lifted her head and sat on the arm of the chair facing her and lowered her head until she was touching his naked penis with her mouth. He pushed down with his hand and her face was crushed against the thick, blue veined hardness of his prick.
"I like it this way, Mom," he said. "Show them how you can suck cock, too. They've never had anybody suck their cocks, either. Show them how a good tongue job works. Lick it, Mom. Come on, get those lips working, Mom. Suck me dry."
Blindly obedient, she opened her lips and her face sank to his almost hairless pelvis, cramming her son's cock against the back of her throat with such incredible force that she gagged and couldn't breath until she lifted her head again.
"Suck it, Mom. Suck it real nice and you can suck theirs, too. Do it, Mom. Suck my peter off, Mom. Suck, suck, suck."
Kathy ovaled her lips around the vile, turgid thickness of his cock and began to lick frantically as she had learned how to do in her few, brief days of sexual abandon. She heard him moan in pleasure and she licked and sucked harder, swirling her tongue around his rigidity and teasing the tiny gland with her tongue tip as the boy thrust hotly into her pussy from behind in punishing strokes that speared into her groin.
She knew that she had to impress him. That she had to do her best. Her son was counting on her and she couldn't disappoint him. She caressed David's bloated balls with her fingertips, lightly trailing her nails over them and milking them lovingly as she ground her naked buttocks lasciviously back into the big cocked boy's skewering, wrist thick prick.
She saw Billy, out of the corner of her eye. He was standing close, his mouth gaping open as he watched in stunned silence as her pussylips began to ravenously nibble at the thick, blood swollen shaft of the boy's cock as it slipped in and out of her vagina. He could see the pink, moist flesh of her twat being pulled from her cunt, clinging hotly to the thick pole of his erection, then being stuffed punishingly back into the love sheath of her pussy.
Suddenly she began to moan around the gagging thick knob of her son's cock, a low whining moan that started almost as a whisper and swelled into a screaming gasp of rousing ecstasy as her body bucked and writhed in fervent passion.
She ground her ass back frantically, wriggling it around in circles about the cudgel thickness of the boy's erection. He felt her pussy flower hotly around his cock and her love juices flooded over his penis and dribbled down her quivering thighs in lurid streams of girl cum.
"Unngh. Yes ... Y ... yeses, harder. I'm cumming. I'M CUMMING." She howled the words around her son's cock, then buried her face in his pubic hair and sucked like her life depended on it, gulping and milking his prick with the muscles of her ravished throat.
They came almost as one. The boy behind her first, His huge cock was like an unleashed fire hose shooting up her twat, spurt after spurt of rich, viscous cum that sloshed hotly into her belly and warmed her like a fresh cooked meal.
David was right behind him, his passion triggered by the sight of his friend emptying his load into his mother's naked cunt.
"Aaaahhhh," he sighed as his prick shot its white hot sperm down her throat in wave after wave of lust quenching jism. She swallowed it all, gagging and choking, but not a drop spilled from her lips. She licked his prick lovingly, cradling it in her hands.
He waited until she looked up at him, her tear stained eyes reddened, but a thin smile on her lips.
"You did fine. Mom. You did real fine," David said soothingly.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
After the boy pulled his cock out of her throbbing cunt, Kathy felt as if something had been amputated. It had been so big that it was the central focus of her being.
"Now, I want to fuck you, Mom." David was stroking his cock, making it hard.
"All right, Son," she said. "Whenever you're ready."
She stood up with difficulty and stared at her son. Then looked at the bed. She felt so battered from her fucking she had to lay down again. Just for a minute.
As if sensing her thoughts, David said, "On the bed this time."
"Thank you. Son." Her voice was full of gratitude as she moved.
Kathy lay on her back and looked up, lasciviously spreading her legs and arms in open invitation. David was naked and it only took him a moment to get on the bed, too. He knelt between her spread thighs and leaned over her hot body and gently began to lick and suck at her jiggly breasts.
"That's the way, David," she said, encouraging him. His lips on her tits were nice, but she was still numb from the fucking she had just had.
His hand was playing with her spread cunt, and Kathy wondered if it would ever shrink down to size again. The boy had practically split her open and the usual good feeling she would have expected from his fingers just wasn't up to par. His hand just 'wasn't adequate anymore. His fingers were lost in the oozy vastness of her slot.
David was getting excited. He moved up and covered her body with his. His lips sealed over hers as he kissed her. His tongue poked into her mouth, Frenching her.
How nice. Kathy thought. And it was nice. His tongue probed her oral cavity while his cock slipped into her sex hole and he started to fuck her.
Kathy moaned and rubbed against him. Her breasts pushed against his smooth chest and she ground her hips against his. Eagerly she sucked his tongue. But his penis still seemed lost in the furry covered entrance to her vagina, and nothing changed that in the slightest.
She looked past his shoulder and thought it was cute, the way his ass humped up and down as he threaded the needle. She even felt responsive stirrings in her cunt.
But it wasn't nearly enough. His penis seemed to be plowing up the desert, not her usually tight cunt. She groaned and moved her ass and heaved up at him, but the result remained the same. She could feel it. In fact, she wanted it. She wanted to be fucked. But by that big rod that had just come out of her sex hole.
Suddenly she rolled and pulled David onto his side, his cock still slipping back and forth in her well oiled twat. When they were both on their sides, she said, "Billy, get behind me and start fucking me too."
"Pardon?" the boy said. He looked as if he couldn't believe his ears.
David was pounding frenziedly against her and he seemed interested by what she was proposing. "Do it, Billy," he told the boy. He slowed his hips slightly. "Do it!"
Shrugging, the blonde boy slid up behind Kathy and she felt his cock drag across her ass-hole. It started pleasant tinglings in her body, but that wasn't what she wanted right then. Maybe later she'd take his cock in her ass-hole. That might be nice. But at the moment she wanted something else.
Deliberately she reached back with her hand and located Billy's pecker. Then she lined it up with her sex slit and plunged it against her soft, spongy opening just as David's prick was driving into her.
"Yeoooooowww," she screamed softly.
Billy's cock had been dragged into her hole by her son's prick as he lunged into her. Her crotch was seething with liquid flame again and she felt the two separate peckers driving into her hole almost as one. Almost.
Kathy writhed and groaned around the dual penetration. It was stretching her cunt, tearing it apart as the two boys lunged into it from different directions. She couldn't move her hips. But she didn't have to. The boys were doing all the work.
The other boy watched forlornly as she twisted on the bed and somehow Kathy managed to smile at him and beckoned him closer. "Come here," she said, "and I'll suck you off at the same time." She stuck her little pink tongue out at him.
Eagerly the boy slid onto the bed. "Really?" he asked. He edged up until his cock was just in front of her face.
"Really," Kathy responded. Gently she licked the very end of his cock.
The boy writhed and fed her more prick and she stretched her mouth to suck on the very end. At the same time, David and Billy had gotten the rhythm. As they felt the powerful grip of her practiced cunt muscles, pulling and squeezing their cocks together, they groaned and cried out with delight between their panting.
Kathy was in complete bliss. With one boy in front and another behind, she was at long last getting the ultimate experience in fucking. Even her mouth was stretched to envelop the lusty rod of the other boy.-
Billy and her son held her in a warm, sweaty grip that transmitted itself to her whole being. She was getting a wild double fucking and she knew she should be filled with shame. But just thinking about those two peckers working together in her box started her dizzying flight to a super climax to the ultimate orgasm.
Harder and harder the boys rammed into her. Their stiff, eager cocks were splitting her with fantastic force. They churned into her without rest.
"God," she groaned. She released the boy's cock that was in her mouth. "Let me make it all wet and slippery," she whispered to the boy.
Her lips sucked tight around the shaft of his dick and then she swirled her tongue over the entire length of it that she had in her mouth. She coated his pecker with her hot saliva, making it wet and ready for his hand to help. She just couldn't do it justice by herself. His pecker was too big for her cunt or even her mouth.
"Jack it off, while I'm sucking it," she told him. She looked up.
The boy was puzzled for a moment. Then he reached down and caught the loose skin around his shaft and slowly and deliberately began to pump on it.
"That's the way," Kathy murmured. She settled her hot lips back around the very end of his pecker, sucking the crown into her mouth so she could stroke it with her tongue and embrace it with her cheeks.
"I'm going to cum." the boy whispered urgently. "I'm going to cum."
Kathy was alive with the feel of the two peckers sliding in and out of her cunt in unison. They were swelling and throbbing hotly in her tight sheath and she knew they, too, were about ready to explode.
Eagerly she sucked on the boy's cock head. Her eyes were fascinated by the speedy action of his hand up and down his long shaft. It glinted light as he masturbated.
"YES. YES," Kathy screamed. "FUCK ME, DARLINGS. CUM IN ME. DO IT, DO IT NOW. I NEED YOUR CREAM. I'M GOING TO CUM TOO. SHOOT YOUR CUM ALL OVER ME."
Her words were all the trigger the boys needed.
Almost immediately she felt the two boys thrust into her one last savage time. They drilled their cocks into the heart of her body and seemed to be trying to tear her apart from the front and back at the same time.
Her lips sucked desperately on the head of the boy's enormous penis as she felt the non stop throb of his cum swelling his pecker.
Then the two in her cunt were erupting. Cum shot into her thick and greasy, mingling into a hot, sticky froth that filled her cunt to bursting and squeezed out around their peckers and oozed down her thighs.
"Oh, God. GOD." The boy with his cock in Kathy's mouth was suddenly yelling and thrashing.
She hung onto the tip of his penis with all of her might, sucking his juice as fast as he let it pour from his meat. He was wild, lunging back and forth while she gulped his semen.
Kathy was dazed by it all. She was floating on a sea of semen. Her body was in flames and when the boy's pecker pulled from between her lips it took the boy by surprise. Suddenly her face was coated by a thick, gooey layer of white cream.
"Oh, oh, oh, my God!" Kathy screamed. Her voice was piercing as it rang through the house. She was cumming as she'd never cum before. She was being consumed by frantic desire. Her cunt and her mouth were ecstatic and she had no doubts that when she was ready again, she could make her ass-hole feel the same way.
It was with regret that she felt the boys pulling away from her. As if from a long distance away she heard David telling the boys they'd better take off.
In a way, Kathy was thankful he was gone, too. Laying alone in the big bed, steeped in semen and orgasms inside and out, she didn't want to confront him or anybody. She had learned a terrible truth about herself. She was a totally sexual animal and there wasn't any more to it than that.
Laboriously she got out of bed and took a hot shower. The, aimlessly, she walked naked through the house, looking for something to hold her down to earth. She felt as if she would float away if she didn't get her feet onto solid ground.
In the front room she stopped and remembered she had thrown the tapes under the couch when she came back from meeting with Al.
Listlessly she dragged them out and set up the tape recorder. There was only one tape left to play. She put it on the machine.
The usual sounds of sucking and fucking that seemed to accompany every move her husband made drifted out of the machine, It didn't turn Kathy on.
"Fuck me, Daddy Shove your big old pecker in my love hole and fuck me"
Kathy turned the machine off and then turned it on again. And let it run.
Now she knew why he wanted the tapes. He was fucking his own daughter on them. He was wallowing with his cock in his daughter's cunt and her mouth and eating her cunt out with his fat, sloppy tongue...
Kathy threw back her head and laughed.
She went into the bedroom and dressed. Sexy. As sexy as she knew how. And she was still laughing as she called Al up and arranged to meet him at his apartment later.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Kathy spent most of the day shopping. She even went to the beauty parlor. And all she bought was lacy, sexy underwear and enticing dresses.
When she got to Al's apartment, he was already there, waiting for her. When he let her in the door, she looked around and saw the tape recorder on the center table and smiled.
"Hi, baby," Al said. "You look peculiarly sexy today."
"So do you. Al."
He looked at her as if she was putting him on. "I've got a surprise for you." He walked to the table and patted the tape recorder. "We're going to have entertainment. Something different today."
He leered at her as he switched the machine on.
"I've brought you your tapes, Al." Kathy opened her purse and dropped them on the table one at a time.
He looked at her, stunned, as if not believing it.
"Play those if you don't believe me. They're all there."
The tape recorder had warmed up and run through its leader. "... Good. Then get out of bed and bend over that chair ... Bend over the chair ... Let's get a good look at your box. Bend all the way over, Mom. Don't do it half way. All the way over ... Ooooohhhh ... Nice and tight Billy, you want to be first?..."
Kathy stared at the machine. Then dryly chuckled and reached over and turned it off. "That's why you wanted to entertain me last night. So Barnett could get into the house and bug it."
"Why not, you lousy cunt. That's what you did to me . . " Al stared self consciously at the tapes
that Kathy had dropped on the table.
"So...? "
"You're a bitch. Your own son and those other boys." Al tried to sound indignant, to make her evil. But Kathy just looked at him and after a while he ran down.
"So what does that make you, Al?" Kathy stared at him and made him squirm. "You've been fucking your own daughter. I suppose that while she was supposed to have been staying at a neighbor's all along, she 'been right here with you.
Al looked shamefaced. He didn't deny it.
Kathy sat down on the couch and stripped her panties off. They were lacy and frilly and she tossed them down on the floor. "Kiss my cunt, stud," she said. She opened her thighs wide, challenging him. Her skirt was pulled up to her waist.
"What are you thinking about?" Al shouted. "I catch you sucking and fucking your own son in a gang bang and you ask me to kiss your cunt. You're crazy."
Kathy smiled and made as if to pick the panties up. We're two of a kind, Al. I just found you out. You're never going to do any better. But I'm telling you now, I don't need you. I know that. It's up to you."
Al stared at her, hard, for a long time.
"How about the kids?" he asked. "What are we going to do about them?"
"That's up to them. isn't it?" Kathy smiled as Al got to his knees and pushed her dress back. "They'll have to decide how they want to relate to their mother and father."
Al didn't answer. His bristly cheeks slid down her smooth, soft thighs and he was overwhelmed by the odor of her pussy.
Kathy only sighed when the soft, hot probe of his tongue shot into her steaming hot cunt.
