Ellen Blackton lay warm and snug in her bed. She had just been roundly and soundly fucked by her husband. What she didn't know was that it would be the last time her husband would ever fuck her. It would be the last time she would ever see the man, for when Joel Blackton would walk out the front door that morning, he would disappear, and so would four hundred thousand dollars that he'd had in his care at the bank where he had been working.
But the stunning redheaded mother was totally unaware of what her husband had planned, because Joel Blackton hadn't included his wife in his plans. Rather, he had decided to use the money to win the affections of a number of different Argentinean women, which had seemed like a good idea if only because until now, Joel had been a faithful husband. He had been married to the beautiful redhead for twenty years. Since he had married Ellen when she was seventeen, she was now thirty-seven, and no less beautiful now than when he had initially married her. But Joel, hard worker that he was, had always been hard-pressed for the long green, like almost everyone else in the United States. Aside from the fact that Ellen liked to spend relatively freely, Joel liked the ponies, and so the family had never been able to accumulate any money. Oh, the bills were all paid-for now, and except for a small balance owing to VISA, they had no debts outstanding. But Joel had always wanted to live like a playboy and fuck as many cunts as possible. With a wife and a son to care for, he would never be able to do this.
In one respect, he thought as he showered, he would be sorry to see the last of Ellen. She was still stunning, still with natural red hair, still with shining green eyes, still with milk-white, flawless skin, and still with that marvelous 37-23-36 shape that he had always loved to fondle. So before going to the bathroom, he had given his wife what he had euphemistically thought of as a farewell fuck.
Ellen reveled in it. After all, it had been a long time since her husband had pumped her in the morning. Still, she had to admit, it merely served to make things that much better this last time.
Ellen pulled a pillow over her head as she continued listening to the vague sounds made by her husband in the bathroom, which was right next door to the master bedroom. He was preparing to go to the bank again. Lord! How she would have loved to have had some of that money in the bank for herself.
She slowly drifted into that nebulous twilight zone between sleep and wakefulness, totally relaxed and content, feeling secure in what she believed to be the love of her husband. After all, he had wanted her so much, he had really given it to her this morning. His semen was still sticky between her thighs, and she rubbed them together in her half-awake, half-asleep state, dreaming as she did so. It had felt nice screwing so slowly, tantalizingly, enjoyably, as they had when they had been going together and sex had seemed like something important rather than something that had become boring and done on occasion, simply out of necessity. God! It had been years since he had put it to her so wonderfully, and perhaps the only thing she would have wanted would have been one more solid fucking. When they had been younger, before Keith's birth, they had gone more than once. Since then, Joel had been content to give her the old Wham-Bam-Thank-You-Ma'am treatment. Ah, one more solid fuck would be just right.
Her eyes closed, she continued in her state of semi-torpor while lying in the darkness of their bedroom, shades pulled all the way down and curtains tightly drawn so that no light penetrated. Keith claimed he wished he was able to make the downstairs bathroom so light-tight when he used it for a darkroom. Though only seventeen, he was a clever and ambitious youth. Like most sons, he had shown a marked preference for his mother over his father, and she assumed that if she'd had any daughters, they would have fallen in love with their father and would probably have resented her, the mother.
Ellen dreamed of Joel caressing her body, of his lying behind her, pressing his solid masculine hardness against the rounded cheeks of her ass. She dreamed of the way his cock pressed lightly, sensuously against her gluteous maximi, separating them, rubbing against her pucker of an asshole. Though she would never allow him to fuck her back there, he still loved teasing her by rubbing the head of his cock against her anus.
Ummmmm! She was certain she was dreamingfor sure. His penis was as rigid as a bone, and the heat emanating from it was so comforting that when she shifted her buttocks and separated her thighs automatically, she felt the throbbing, pulsating head slide between her parted asscheeks and push forward so that the helmet-like dome rubbed between her sodden cuntlips and nestled against the crisp red curls on her pelvis.
Without thinking, she reached down, pressed against the underside, only semi-conscious of what she was doing since she had done this so many times before, and the length of the cock rubbed back and forth against her sodden labia. She squirmed against him, hunching her ass against the pelvis of her dream-lover.
Ummmmm! It was so wonderful, so delightful, and the beautiful woman was all soft and yielding in the depths of her dreaming state, tender, totally limp, shuddering with the desire for more as the head pulled back and began prodding, gently seeking the opening of her vagina. She had to help it a little, pressing it toward the narrow enclave.
"Ummmmmm!" she murmured, this time aloud, sighing as she held her face pressed between the two pillows while tender, loving hands continued fondling the cheeks of her ass, cruising up to her waist, one of them sliding beneath while the other hand continued higher until her right breast was nestling in its palm. The fingers tantalized her already erect nipple rolling it between them. This only made her murmur her approval again as she squirmed all the more.
The head of the thick rod pushed at the taut lips of her previously well-fucked vagina, and Ellen, her fingers still pressing against the underside, inwardly felt the spongy thrill of the organ as she wiggled to help fit it inside her that much better. Ah, yes, there it was, in perfect position, stiff and thick, sliding, as usual, with resistance into her vagina, sinking deeper and deeper. It was stiffer than ever, thicker than ever, longer than ever. She was vaguely aware of one hand pressing on her breast and the other pressing on her belly as her lover pulled her buttocks closer to him, grinding his phallus all the way into her, shoving it all the way home. Ellen sighed as she felt the round, hairless testicles pressing against her clitoris, the silken hairs of his pelvis rubbing between the cheeks of her behind.
Somehow it all seemed different than at any other time she had ever made it with Joel. There was a strange feel to the thickness of his cock. Yes, it was unquestionably thicker than it had ever been before-a hunger in it she hadn't known since before Keith's birth. It definitely felt as if it was reaching farther into her feminine scabbard than it had ever probed before. Her inner membranes were being stretched far more than ever. God! Joel had never been this good, before. Time definitely did have a way of improving some things.
The thick cock worked its full length circularly once it was inside her, then eased back and out, almost to the flanged corona. She waited, and as she expected, it thrust itself strongly back inside her, pushing into the clinging softness of her sucking cunt. Back, then forth, back, then forth, it stroked, stroked as the head of it bounced off the back wall of her cunt, trying to shove itself deeper than it had ever gone before. Ellen moaned into the pillow beneath her, while pulling the one on top of her head down more tightly. She didn't want to disturb her son who was fast asleep in the next room. He would have to wake up soon enough.
Odd! It was amazing how different all this felt. Ellen knew it was all a dream, but since she had only been fucked by one cock in her entire life, shouldn't her dream-cock be the size and shape of the one she had always known? After all, how was it possible to imagine a longer, thicker penis than the one her husband had put to her for so many years. Joel's had always been pretty big, from what she had been led to understand by him. There was no reason for her dream lover to be longer or thicker, much less both. She knew what her husband's cock felt like. She had felt the length, the heft, the very weight of the penis for all these years now, twenty of them, so why should this imaginary cock feel any different?
Her eyes suddenly snapped open while she lay with her head between the pillows, but the seesawing movements of the thick prick in the depths of her churning vagina didn't stop. She was aware of her clitoris throbbing, stimulated again by the satin-coated length of hardness that continued reaching in and out of her quivering pussy, while at the same time causing thrills to mount in her body as they had never enlarged in any way previous.
Ellen was definitely not asleep, now. She was wide awake, and the stiff cock was doing a fantastic job in the seething depths of her shuddering cunt, the fevered organ lunging and plunging, cramming and jamming. Hot breath was sprayed all over the back of her neck and her spine, where her short haircut revealed her nape. She had a boyish bob in summer because it helped keep her hair in place without lots of tangles when she brushed. Hands gripped her body more tightly than ever, desperately clinging to her curvaceous feminine form; one against her belly, the other pressing her full breast. The strong masculine pelvis surged against her buttocks as she felt her lover frantically burying the full length and thickness of his surging cock impossibly deeper in the steamy cleft between her thighs.
"Joel?" she whispered. "Joel, darling, it's been so long since you've done something like this with me. I love it, I love it, but hurry, or you'll be late for work."
But then the fantastic rhythm of the wild fucking took total control of her shuddering body. Her inner vagina throbbed insanely because of the massage it was receiving-the like of which she had never before remembered-causing that sweet, hot feeling of lust to swell in the depths of her sucking cunt. Ellen knew the both of them had to come quickly so Joel wouldn't be late for the bank, so she reached between her thighs and grabbed for her husband's weighty, hairy balls, intent on caressing them as he continued nailing his long hammer of cock into her.
Her fingers touched the scrotum, and suddenly her hand leaped away as if her fingers had been singed. She wasn't touching her husband's testicles. But the penis continuing to pound so strongly into her seething pussy was lifting her to orgasm, and there was no way for her to stop this, now.
"EEEEE YYYYYYAAAA MMMMMPHHHH WWWWWWAAAAA UUUUUUWWWW AAAAA-GGGGG HHHHHUUUUUU MMMMPHHHH WWWWWWAAAAAP HHHHAAAAA MMMMM-PHHH WWWWWWUUUUU MMMMPHHHH!" she cried out, muffling the sound between the pillows as thrills blasted through her belly and cervix as never before, causing blistering delight to sweep into every nook and cranny in her feminine form. Rapture overcame her, and she realized she was being fucked far better than she had ever been fucked in her entire life. God! It was unbelievable! The intensity of emotion she felt far overpowered anything else she felt, far stronger than anything she had ever felt with her husband.
As the initial blast of hot sperm sent itself blasting into the heated wetness of her tightly spasming vagina, Ellen Blackton realized she knew that voice, that whispering gasp. She knew it as well as she knew her own or that of her husband. But realizing to whom it belonged, her head reeled, because this was the one time in her life she didn't want to recognize it. Even as she thought about it, her vagina thirstily drank the male spewing continuing to blast into her. Her mind continued to reject it all, but her body and especially her vagina, accepted it all.
She lifted a hand and caught the wrist of the hand gripping her full breast, and then Ellen reached down and caught the other hand-the hand that had slid from her belly and was fondling the sodden lips of her seething cunt where the full length of rigid rod was still solidly buried.
She had to accept it. What had happened was fact, and not to accept it would be unreal.
Turning her head, she snapped over her shoulder, "Keith, what the devil do you think you're doing? How in heavens' name could you ever have done anything like this? I'm your mother! Keith. . .."
"Shhhh!" the boy evilly whispered. "Just enjoy, Mom!"
CHAPTER TWO
This was impossible! Her own son had just fucked her and she had enjoyed it more than anything her husband had ever done to her.
"Keith!" she gasped. "How in the name of heaven...."
"Shhhhhh!" he murmured, his hot breath caressing her ear. "Pop is in the bathroom. You can hear the shower running."
Heart racing out of control, pulse pounding in her temples and in her throat, Ellen realized she was able to hear the pelting water falling into the bathtub. Her husband was still in the bathroom, under the shower.
"Keith!"
"Quiet!" the boy snapped. "If the old man were to hear you, d'you think for a minute I'm the one he'd blame? He'd accuse you! You know how possessive he is about you? Thinks his is the only cock in the world worthy of fucking any cunt. Well, I've been waiting to lose my virginity," the boy went on. "Today is my seventeenth birthday, and this is the way I wanted to lose it. I wanted to fuck the one cunt in the world that meant more to me than any other."
"Oh, Keith, this is wrong," she insisted. "Surely by now you know that things like this aren't done."
"Who says?" the boy asked. "Didn't Nero, the emperor of Rome, screw his own mother?"
"Keith!" she gasped, suddenly realizing, for the first time, much as she loved her son, he was a little mad.
"I'm better'n Nero," he smiled. "The only thing is, with me you don't got worries about becoming pregnant. The doctor told me I had Scarlet Fever when I was a kid, and it made me sterile. But it didn't do anything to my potency."
"My God!" she gasped, hearing the shower suddenly shut off. "It's too late for you to move. Your father likes to dry off with the bathroom door open, to let the steam out. He'd see you if you left here."
The boy rolled off the bed, pulling the limp remains of his erection from her cunt. As he hit the floor, pulling the cover with him so that it draped itself over him, the bedroom door opened and Joel Blackton walked in. Under normal circumstances Joel would never have noticed anything wrong. Because he was so wrought up, thinking about the day ahead, the short, brown-haired man noticed even less. He was rubbing himself with a towel, letting it move over his hairy body rapidly, and then he dropped it on the nearby chair as he always did, and slipped into fresh underwear and socks. Using a shoe horn, he slipped on his shoes, then put on a white shirt, blue tie, and his most expensive blue suit. He returned to the bathroom to comb his hair, then came into the bedroom and paused, looking at Ellen, who lay there guiltily, staring up at him. He was so filled with what he intended doing, he didn't notice the look on her face, other than to think to himself that she was indeed a beautiful woman, and that, having been saddled with one woman for so long, he was glad she had been the one. But the time had come to unburden himself. He had left about ten thousand dollars in a special account in Ellen's name, so the bank wouldn't be able to use it against what he intended embezzling. Ellen would be able to live on it long enough to get herself some kind of job. Hell! She had always crabbed to him about wanting to work and bring in a second income. Here was her opportunity. Also, the kid, Keith, he was finished with high school. He had a part-time job with a photographer, and the man would be willing to take the boy on full-time.
True, Keith would only be earning four dollars an hour, but he would be learning the business, and one day would be able to start a business of his own. Besides, four bucks an hour, forty hours a week was a hundred-and-sixty bucks a week. After taxes figure the kid would be bringing home a hundred-and-twenty a week, which, added to whatever Ellen might earn, ought to bring in "enough money to keep the house going. Hell! Considering that he might have walked out taking everything, Joel Blackton thought of himself as being extremely generous.
It was Saturday morning, but it would be the end of the month Monday. Yesterday, Friday, a huge sum of cash had been brought to the bank because people would be cashing their end-of-month paychecks, while other people would be cashing unemployment checks. Joel knew, from experience, there would be more than a million dollars on hand. He had figured out a way to take half of it without his theft being discovered until Monday, when he didn't show up at work. In fact, it might not even be discovered until late in the day, because Ellen was certain to report him missing to the police, so his absence might be construed as something else, until the bank started trying to meet certain payrolls.
"I'll wake up Keith and remind him about his job," Joel said.
"No!" Ellen almost shouted. "You're late! You know how Keith hates to be jolted awake. You go ahead, and I'll wake him up."
"Sure thing," Joel nodded, and approaching the bed, bent down and kissed his wife for the last time. Smiling, he stood, turned, and walked out, never to be seen by her again.
CHAPTER THREE
"Smart!" Keith said, congratulating his mother, standing when he heard the front door close. "The old guy never suspected a thing."
"He's not old," Ellen reminded her son.
"Sure, anything you say, Ma," the boy winked. "Now, suppose we get back to you and me."
"There's nothing to get back to," she insisted. "I want you to take yourself out of here and we can forget the whole thing happened."
She stared at the tan-fleshed youth, a bit on the scrawny side, with heavy eyebrows like his father, a short nose, thin, cruel lips, and a rugged jawline. He had muscles under those skinny limbs, and one exceptionally impressive muscle which, at present, looked like a tiny pushbutton doorbell between his legs as his cock, when not in use, completely retracted as to create the impression it was miniscule. His testicles, smooth and pink, were totally unlike the hairy balls that hung between his father's legs.
"Forget the whole thing?" the boy laughed. "You have to be kidding, Ma. You and me, we're just getting started. Hell! The old man has been jazzing you for twenty years now, and he doesn't like you half as much as I do. Shit! I love you, and what's more, you love me. Sure, I sneaked in here after he had finished with you, waiting, hoping you'd think my cock was his, at first. But I knew, the moment you came, that I gave you a real thrill, and I'm wondering if the old man ever did anything that good for you."
"Keith, this is disgusting!" she insisted.
"Shuddup!" he yelled. "I don't like hearing things like that. You dug being fucked by me, and you know it, and what's more I'm gonna be fucking you on a regular basis from now on. Because you want it just as much as I do."
Ellen lay on her back, staring at the boy, shocked beyond any movement and belief. He was terrifying when he was angry, but more, he was also arousing. She was ashamed to admit as much.
He grabbed some tissues from a box on the nearby night table, and forcing his mother's thighs wide apart, he began swabbing out her cunt, pulling out his own sperm, as well as that of his father.
"You'll never get it up that fast," she said. "I don't care how young and virile you are."
"Hell! I don't intend gettin' up again," he smiled. "In fact, I have to go to work soon. But I'm gonna give you a little something to remember me by, so when I come back from work this evening, you remember me and don't do any of this crap about trying to stop me."
"But your father...." she gasped, as he took one last tissue and moved it around in her cunt with his finger to make sure there was no residue.
"I-'ll be careful," the boy insisted. "You just do like I say, because let's be honest, Mom, you like being fucked by me almost as much as I liked fucking you."
Tossing the last tissue aside, he pressed his palms on the insides of her thighs and pushed his face down as her hairy pout seemingly lifted itself of its own volition.
"N-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o...." she shouted at him. "Keith
... don't ... please . .. don't shame me this way ... you're my son .. . I'm your mother. . . don't do this to your own mother ... for God's sake. ..."
He clamped his lips firmly against her labia, groaning, his tongue flicking her wet pinkness, his face pressing solidly into the soft richness of her already over-stimulated mound. She was aware of the delightful pain of his digging teeth, teeth that had never before pressed themselves into a delicate cunt, and then his hot, darting tongue, acting more out of instinct than anything else, sank into her sodden center.
Good God! Her son, her only son, her only child, was going down on her, his own mother. His tongue was probing into her sensitive vagina, and there was no way for her to possibly stop him, save by screaming, and even then, even if a neighbor should overhear, then what? Assuming the police were called, what would she say? Would she tell them of her son's incestuous attack? There would be newspaper stories, and her husband would lose his job at the bank. People would point to her when she went shopping, and she would be the target of thousands of sniggering remarks.
His tongue pushed deeper between the lips of her hot pussy, and his mouth opened wide, his own lips wide apart, slowly coming together as they pursed, intent on sucking the juices from her sizzling cavity. Keith pulled her cuntlips into his oral lips, and he used his slender, boyish tongue as if it were his thick cock, moving it in and out of her seething tunnel. Then he stretched his mouth as wide as possible and sucked in all of her vulva. With a groan, he let the pink flesh literally "pop" out of his mouth with a loud sucking sound, then burrowed his mouth that much more deeply into her once-again-spasming vagina, drinking the heavy flow as it issued forth.
His tongue found the button of her clitoris, and . pressed flatly against it. He rubbed the clitoral organ back and forth before pulling his tongue into his mouth and compressing his lips tightly around the little nubbin. The edges of his teeth brushed against it without actually biting it.
For Ellen, the sensation was indescribable. Lights flashed behind her eyes, and her mouth hung slackly open as she gasped for air. Somehow, without her realizing it, her hands had strayed down and had entangled themselves in his hair, twining the strands around her fingers.
Ellen was unable to restrain herself any longer. This was something her husband had never done to her. The sensations were unbelievable, and to think, it had taken her son to open her up to this new vista of utter delight. Biting her lower lip hard, she shoved her hands against the back of his head so that her clitoris rubbed against the fronts of his teeth while still being sucked on between his lips. Ellen began rolling her buttocks from side to side, aware her son had slipped his hands under her, his fingers digging into the roundness of her buttocks as he fed lustily from her womanly trough.
"Yesssssss...." she finally hissed, unable to contain her enthusiasm as to what the boy was doing to her. "Unh! Do it to me! Do it to me! Eat me! Oh, Goddddd! Darlinnnnng! Eat my vagina . . . I've . . . uuunnnhhh ... never had anything like this in my life
... ooo ooohhhh ... wwow wwwwww . . . yes sssssss ... do it . .. do it... do it.. .."
The boy sucked his mother's cunt with more and more verve. Air escaped with hissing, bubbling noises from between his lips as he continued sucking her pussy, drawing so violently on the pink flesh the beautiful mother thought her son was sucking her inside-out. He gripped her vaginal flesh with his teeth, biting with just enough pressure to build rapture in her, then he sucked the coral flesh into his mouth, chewing on the throbbing stem of her tantalizing clitoris, making her tremble vibrantly.
"MY GOD! MY GOD! MY GOD!" She shrieked. "I'M .... UUUU NNNNGGGG HHHH ... COM MMMMII IIINNNN GGG GGGUUU UUNNNN GGGGGG HHHH ... AAAA GGGGG AAA AAIII IIINNNN!"
Her body twisted and turned, bucking insanely, throbbingly jerking from side to side, moving uncontrollably, bouncing wildly, her asscheeks slamming into the mattress, then hurling themselves as high as possible, and the boy's mouth was there with every movement.
Then it was over. She was pure liquid; soft and surrendering, and the atomic core in her body had achieved melt-down so that her interior was a seething, bubbling vat of uncontrollable surrender.
Ellen began chastising herself. She was yielding herself to her son's perverse desires, and this was maddening. She wondered if God would ever be able to forgive her. She had fucked her own son, and then had allowed him to sink his face into the mired depths of her cunt and lap her until she had climaxed again.
"You liked it, didn't you," Keith said.
He wasn't asking her, but rather he was telling her, and she knew he was right. She did like it, liked it too much, in fact.
"Yes," she shamefacedly admitted.
"We'll do more," he promised her. "We'll do much more. You'll see. You'll love it all, every last bit of it. I'm going to live with you forever, Mother. Whenever Dad leaves you alone, I'll find some time for us, and I'll always make you happy."
"Yes," Ellen murmured quietly.
This was precisely what she feared; that he would indeed make her happier than her own husband. Then she would be trapped, because of her wants and needs rather than by her son's madness, for his insanity had become hers.
CHAPTER FOUR
Ellen thought about what had happened for the entire day. She would have to talk to Joel and discuss with him the reasons why she wanted Keith seeing a psychiatrist. It went without saying that she wouldn't be able to give Joel her real reasons for having their son psychoanalyzed. So she tried finding some excuses in her own mind that might make her husband understand the need for their son to visit a "shrink."
Since Saturday was half-a-day, Joel usually returned from the bank by three. But at four, he still hadn't returned, nor had he phoned. This was unusual to say the least, but Ellen assumed her husband had been caught up in some minor bank squabble, and it would take some figuring on his part to set everything straight.
By five-thirty, her husband still hadn't come home. She phoned the bank, but there was no answer. The place was definitely closed. In all the years she had been married to Joel, this had never previously happened. She was convinced something was wrong.
When Keith came home from work, at six, she told him his father hadn't come home yet, and this bothered the boy.
"Did you phone him and tell him what went on between us?" he asked, thinking his mother, in her naivet�, might have felt it incumbent on her to tell her husband what had transpired between himself and her. If so, his father might be off in some bar, on a drunk.
But Ellen insisted she had neither spoken to, nor seen Joel, his father, since the man had walked out of the house earlier in the day. Now Keith was somewhat worried.
He knew his father was the main source of income for the house. Without his father, they would be in trouble, and he didn't know why, but he had a feeling his father had no intention of showing up.
He sat up with his mother, waiting the whole night, and the following morning, they phoned the police. An investigating patrolman came; they gave him all the information concerning her husband, including a photo, and he went away.
Ellen felt queasy. She was afraid something had happened to her husband. But it wasn't until the following day that she had her answer. The bank had reasoned precisely the opposite from the way Joel Blackton had thought. The moment they were told, by the police, that one of their employees was missing, they ran an immediate check on their books and cash reserves, and they discovered more than four hundred-and-fifty thousand dollars was missing. They informed the police and an A.P.B. was put out for Joel Blackton, but the police were fairly certain that unless the man was a fool, he would no longer be in the vicinity.
Ellen was informed in the afternoon, and when she was told, she fainted. When Keith came home, a police matron was with his mother, and she told the youth what had happened. The boy knew he would have to go to work full-time from then on. He also knew he would never go to college, which didn't really bother him since he would have felt wasted there, anyway. Keith assured the matron he would take care of things, and the matron left.
He felt frustrated for a moment, deserted by his father, but the frustration suddenly yielded to elation. There was no way in the world his mother would ever be able to tell his father what had happened. More, his mother was his now, all his, to do with as he pleased, and when she was over the shock of his father being gone, it would please him to do all kinds of things with her, things she had never done with his father. His old man had always been somewhat straitlaced when it came to sex. Unlike his dad, Keith had read lots of books, and though he'd had the opportunity to practice on some female classmates when he had been in high school, he had resisted temptation because his mother was the woman whom he loved. Oh, yes, he loved her, though admittedly in a perverted way. Perverted not only in that he had desires to fuck her, but in that he wanted to watch others fuck her and do all kinds of things to her.
He had bided his time, waited, and on his seventeenth birthday he had lost his virginity by slipping it to his mother when she had been half asleep. But his father, by going away, had unwittingly given the boy the best birthday present ever, because he had given Keith his mother, Ellen Blackton, to do with as he wished.
In fact, in order to celebrate, Keith decided he would throw a party. First, he and his mother had to straighten things out about household support. He had already started working full-time, and his mother, who really wasn't too skilled at anything, had finally gotten a job as a receptionist at one of the local offices on the main drag in Baldport, on Long Island, which was where they lived. She was able to hop the bus to work every day, which meant he had the car. Having passed Driver's Ed in high school, Keith, at seventeen, already had his driver's license, and so drove to Valley Trickle, the next village to Baldport, where he continued to work at the photo studio. Between his mother and himself, they managed to bring home three hundred dollars a week, which, while a long way from being a worthwhile salary, was at least something on which they were able to live without having to dip into the small savings account his father had left in his mother's name.
"We don't need him," he told his mother on the following Friday night. "We'll never need him again. I'm gonna take care of you the rest of my life."
"Stop it!" she snapped. "Someday I'll get old and ugly, and you won't care about me. Besides, I don't want more of what you've already done to me."
"Who the heck d'you think you're kidding?" he laughed. "You want it, you want it more than ever."
"But not from you," she snapped. "It's wrong."
"I see," he nodded. "From someone else, anyone else, it would be all right, huh?"
"Yes," she nodded. "Anyone else isn't my son."
"Shit! I'll bet you'd fuck for the whole neighborhood before you'd put out willingly for me again."
"What's wrong is wrong," she insisted.
"How d'you know what's really wrong?" the boy asked. "When we fucked, you loved it. What the hell is wrong with loving to fuck?"
"Please, Keith!"
"All right," he told her. "All right, tell you what. I'll throw a little party here tomorrow night, and you can have your pick of a whole bunch of single guys I know your age."
"What?"
"Where I work, in the Valley Trickle Mall, there're a lot of single guys," he told her. "We'll have a party here, you'll meet some of them, and who knows, maybe you'll find a guy you like."
"But why?" she asked.
But Keith didn't answer. Ellen was going to learn things the hard way.
CHAPTER FIVE
Keith had kept his word. There were eight men at her house that Saturday night; eight men, plus Keith. They were all about her age, give or take a few years, and she decided his father's leaving must have been a sobering experience for the seventeen-year-old boy. He was playing the perfect host, and she, dressed in a simple orange-and-gold sheath, smiled brightly at everyone, trying to hide the heartache she still felt because her husband was gone.
Ellen was fortunate to have a cousin who was an attorney, and as a result, he was handling a no-contest divorce action for her. It would take a year because she didn't have the time to pretend to set up residence in some other state where a quickie divorce was easily attainable. So going to bed every night by herself, in that huge double bed, was depressing. She hated to admit it, but there were times when she did wish Keith would force himself on her, because she was a woman with strong animal desires, and not having Joel around any longer seemed to intensify those desires. It had been a week since her son had seduced her, a whole week. She hadn't gone that long without a good penis in her entire married life. Joel had made a point of fucking her at least twice weekly when she was in good condition, and when she had her menses, he was always there when it ended, so that no more than five days, at most, elapsed between one fuck session and another. True, lots of them were quickies, but Ellen was always quick to come, and even a quickie was better than nothing at all.
Of the eight men at the party, Ellen found herself attracted to a tall, dark, good-looking widower by the name of Gordon Cole. Gordon, like all the other men there, was wearing a dark-blue suit, had shining black hair, a deep tan complexion, with one of those bodies that looked like it took Jack LaLanne three years or more to develop. He was handsome in every way, with glittering brown eyes, a short, straight nose, and a rugged chin. He had an almost-craggy face, very masculine, and it made Ellen wonder why this man had not been snapped up by some eligible woman.
Ellen circulated throughout the house, smiling at the men, who were paired off in her living room, dining room, kitchen, and hallway. Her son was mixing the drinks for everyone, smiling at them, and they all smiled back at him, as if they all shared some secret Ellen did not yet know.
At one point she went upstairs to the ladies' room, and when she emerged, Gordon Cole was standing by himself, in the dark hallway.
"There are so many men here," he told her, "I haven't had an opportunity to be alone with you, not even for a minute."
"Oh?" she asked, teasingly as she walked toward the master bedroom. He followed her in, and as she turned on a small lamp, he suddenly shut the door. There was the distinct sound of him locking it. "Why would you want to be alone with me?"
Her heart was racing, because this man was undeniably overpowering and attractive. She wanted him, really wanted him, and this was odd because in all the years she had been married, she had never felt the urge for another man. It was as if this enforced deprivation had sharpened her desires, and as a result, she felt the need for a cock more strongly than ever.
"We're not children, Ellen," he told her. "If we were younger, I would sit and talk with you for a long while, and then we would arrange a date for next week. At the end of the date, we would spend time in your living room or kitchen, and before I left, we would kiss, perhaps once, perhaps a few times. After a whole series of dates, we would progress to petting, then to the inevitable. But as I said, we're not kids anymore, and even if we never see one another again, any time we have together should be time spent doing that which both of us wants to do."
"Just what might that be?" she asked as he approached her, straining to calm her electrically aroused nerves.
He kissed her, holding her close, his hands surrounding her face, his mouth planted solidly on hers, pressing himself firmly against her straining self until she was almost breathless. Finally he peeled his lips from hers, and said, "Let's make love!"
His hands ran over the roundness of her lovely, exquisite body, and then over her willing face. He kissed her mouth a multitude of times, slowly, softly, tenderly, while his hands moved to the full, firm mounds of her breasts, closing over the soft hills as she shuddered. One hand continued caressing her breasts while the other hand reached down and rubbed her lovely buttocks. He pulled her hips toward him and bent her backwards as he continued kissing her.
Ellen felt a burning, yearning sensation growing between her thighs, and she realized she ached to have her feminine void filled with a penile plunger. What was worse, her mind didn't think about all the times her husband had made love to her. Her aching cunt was calling out for something as long and as thick as her son's. In fact, her mind recollected the heft of her son's cock, and she wished for something as long and as thick as that jnside her, right now.
She kissed the man, slipping her tongue between his teeth, rubbing her pelvis against his erect penis, ascertaining for herself that it was of sufficient size and breadth to satisfy her.
"We ought to wait until the others leave," she muttered. 'That way we can make love without worrying about being interrupted."
But the man's passion was not only intense, but obvious. He wasn't going to let go of her now that he had her.
T want you now, honey. You want me, too, and I'm going to fuck you if I have to tear your clothes off and pump you here, on the floor."
She was more aware than ever of the pressure of his cock. It was aching to be freed of the constraint of his trousers.
He pushed her back on the bed, kissing her neck and shoulders the entire time as his hands continued to fill themselves with the swells of her breasts.
"My dress," she whispered. "It'll get wrinkled and everyone will know. Please!"
"Take it off!" the man commanded, and Ellen knew it wasn't a suggestion or a plea, but an order. It didn't matter because she was so much in need of satisfaction, she had no intention of waiting any longer, herself.
Slowly she got up, and for the first time in her life did a provocative striptease. She unzipped the back of her dress, letting it fall sensually down in front, exposing the tops of her breasts in their uplifting brassiere. She really didn't need an uplifting harness, because her breasts were no less firm now than when she had been seventeen. Somehow, in some way, she had managed to keep the pectoral muscles strengthened. As it was, the brassiere did little to cover the ampleness of her breasts, the nipples teasing his eyes as they poked against the fabric.
She wriggled a little, letting the dress slide down her hips to the floor. As she bent over to pick it up, her breasts fell loose from the brassiere, hanging down, full, soft, and inviting. It was all the man was able to do to restrain himself from reaching out and once more filling his hands with the swaying mounds. But Ellen, aware of the desire in him, knew her slowness was exacting its toll on the man, and he was panting.
Finally she stood tall and unfastened her brassiere, but the man was impatient and reached out, grabbing the cloth covering from her tantalizing body. Tossing it aside, he flipped her onto the bed. She was clad only in her sheer stockings, garter belt, and shoes. She had removed her panties in the bathroom because they had been soaked with her vaginal secretions, and though she had taken the time to wash her vagina, she hadn't had an opportunity to put on a new pair of panties.
Ellen felt a thrilling desire to be totally naked with this completely arousing man. The silk of the bedspread beneath her had her totally aroused, rubbing against her bare back, shoulders, and thighs. She wanted to reach down to remove her stockings, but
Gordon had her pinned to the bed, panting over her, as if hardly able to wait to get inside her.
Abruptly he released her and leaped to his feet. As she watched, in the dimness of the room, he hurriedly began removing his own clothing. She took this chance to take off her stockings, peeling them down and pulling them off along with her shoes. Then she lay back voluptuously on the silk bedspread, feeling like an Angora cat with sex radiating from her every pore. Her own hands felt her breasts, aware for the first time how sensuous it was to touch herself. She caressed her belly and her thighs, as well.
"This is nice," she purred.
Gordon came to her then, his breath panting rapidly as he neared her. The instant his warm flesh pressed itself against hers, she began quivering with sensuous delight as he gritted between clenched teeth, "It's been a long time since I've seen a woman I've really wanted, Ellen, a long time. I'm going to fuck you as I've never fucked another woman before, and I hope you get as much from this as I."
"Yes," Ellen sighed. "Oh, yes! Fuck me! Fuck me the best way you can, I'm aching for it."
Her passion was unquenchable at this point, though she ached to have him try putting out the flaming desire that flared higher and higher between her pillar-like thighs. It had spread to her belly, and this made her churn that much more.
Their mouths were locked firmly together and she rubbed herself against him, stroking the full length of his throbbingly hard cock with her slim fingers, feeling how thick and wonderful it was. If it wasn't quite the length and thickness of her son's, at least it was better, in every way, shape, and form, than her husband's. She drew the edges of her nails lightly over the wrinkled flesh of his testicles, making the man gasp more than once as his hard cock continued jerking and twitching, as if out of control.
His mouth continued moving voraciously over her neck and shoulders, all the way down to the solidity of her erectly nippled breasts. He sucked gently at the firmly hardened, rubbery buds, bringing gasps of pleasure and mixed delight from her with his little bites. Then his mouth moved away as he slid down her body. His teeth nibbled at her, biting her gently, passionately, stirringly, snapping at her ribs below her breasts, then onto her flat belly, and his exploring tongue delved into the cup of her navel. After this brief exploration he moved lower, following a direct line down to her pelvis. As her son had done, so now did this man slide his hands under her buttocks and lift her a little. She was aware of the wetness of his tongue on her thighs and the tightness in her belly became almost unbearable.
Her loins were a whirlpool of passion and she parted her legs, moaning as she did so. This was the first time she was willingly cheating on her husband with another man, but then, she was, in essence, no longer bound to her marital vows since her husband had been the deserter.
Between her tantalizing legs the man discovered the oozing lips of her vagina as they flowered open. His tongue licked against them, and though he was good, she was mentally comparing him to her son, and to her surprise she discovered, her son, who had done it to her for the first time in his life last week, had been better at it than this practiced man. Nevertheless, he was good. As a result, she felt tingly all over as she trembled. Slowly he pushed his oral organ into the seething cauldron of her cunt, its salivary moisture mingling with her oily essences, making her moan as she clamped her hands on his head and held his face tightly against her pussy.
The man continued licking with frenzied desire, his seeking tongue discovering her clitoris, massaging it, bringing it to full erection. His lips fastened on it, and Ellen began writhing, squirming, rotating her hips in small, contracting movements as if she were straining to somehow or other control her passion. She pulled his hair gently, her eyes clamped shut as rapture filled her wanton self. Ellen ached to have him inside her now. She didn't want to wait any longer. She was at peak, just right.
"My husband was never this good," she admitted, though she refused to admit her son was better.
Her words seemed to ease the strain in the man. He relaxed a little, as if the desire to abruptly rape her until she was unable to move anymore had settled within him. He slowly moved onto her panting body, feeling it warm, soft, and wonderful beneath him, feeling her quake with unabashed desire.
"Do it!" she gasped. "Don't waste anymore time! Put it in me and fuck me! Fuck me until I can't feel any longer!"
She had enjoyed a couple of drinks earlier, something she didn't normally do, and as a result, felt a little dizzy. The effect, added t the illusion that she had become a personified core of pure desire, made her ache with longing for that final intromission. At this moment, nothing seemed to matter in time to the beautiful red-haired woman. All that counted was this lovely, swirling, exultantly dizzying nucleus of rapture between her thighs as it continually throbbed and pulsated under the man's sexual attack.
Reaching down between her spread loins, drawing her knees up for better balance, her anxious hand reached out and filled itself with the man's throbbing cock. The touch of her hand on his heated pole of pleasure was a shock to his rigid prick, and his throbbing organ stiffened even more as she gently guided the head toward her vaginal entry way. He gasped when he felt her wet slickness, warm and waiting, anxious for his entry.
"Yes, yes, yes, do it, wonderful man, do it!" she insisted, losing most of the words in a groan which broadened and deepened as he finally impaled her.
Her wet heat totally enveloped him as her membranes tightly clutched him within. He gasped as he began quickly thrusting into her; short, choppy strokes, filling her vagina with his cock again and again, using thrusts which slowly lengthened as he continued filling her yielding passage more and more deeply.
Beneath him, Ellen's shuddering body quivered and trembled, her pointed nipples, attached to her swollen breasts, pushing into the hardness of his almost hairless chest, intensifying the pleasure for both of them. Her warm belly was brushing against his, and her thighs clamped and relaxed, holding and releasing him in waves of flesh warmth mingled with the coolness of the circulating, air-conditioned air in the entire house.
"Ooo oooooo hhhhhh! Hhh hhhhuu uuunnn nggggg hhhhh!" the man groaned as he became totally aware of the tightness of her vaginal walls contracting along the full length of his penis as it seemingly expanded even more, until, at one point, she thought it would burst.
"Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes!" she whispered over and over again to the man as she bucked and writhed against him.
Her face whipped from side to side, deep white marks appearing as if out of nowhere on her lower lip where she nibbled at it in the depth of her passion. Every so often her mouth pressed against that of the man's, and her teeth bit into his lower lip as she sucked his tongue between her lips while forcing it to duel with her own, panting hot breath into his throat.
Having her pinioned beneath him with his pulsing rod of flesh, he grunted as he slammed his cock all the more deeply into her. Ellen realized this was only the third male to enter her in her entire life, the second to do so with her consent, and she had to admit there was something to this business of variety being somewhat enjoyable when compared to the pleasure of a single cock. She gasped out her lust, feeling stronger, more intense desire than she had felt with her husband in the more recent years as the cock dug into her most intimate center. She listened to the groaning and grunting of his masculine passion as he continued powering into the slimness of her delicate body.
Gordon felt a chill course down his own spine, remembering the agreement he had made with Keith. One fuck, one fuck only, and then he was to hurriedly dress and leave. He didn't know what it was Keith had in mind, but he was going along with it because, as Keith had put it, aside from his mother being so desirable, he knew for a fact that she was clean. At first he had thought the boy was being cruel to his mother, but now, seeing how sensuous Ellen was, he believed the boy was doing his mother a favor. He drove into the red-haired woman with harder, driving thrusts, bringing forth throat-rasping groans.
"Uuu uuunnn nnhhhh! Yes sssss! Pie eeeeaa aaa-sssse! Morrre!"
It was exciting to know that of all the men here, he was the one whom the boy had asked to do this. Ellen, the mother, was an extremely exciting woman, begging aloud to be continuously impaled by the full length of his pulsating staff, and he intended giving her every last little bit of it. He stabbed forward again, lunging into her with a hammering thrust which sank to the limit in her tight cunt and she groaned aloud, "Oh God! Oh God! Oh God!"
His hands, which had been wandering all over her delightful form, slid down the sides of her body, beneath her moving buttocks. He gripped one tightly in each hand, thinking how much of a thrill he was getting from clutching her asscheeks as well as from fucking her.
Her asscheeks were tensing and relaxing, firm, yet hollowed, soft, yet hard, relaxed, yet tightened, flaccid, then solid around his digging fingers. He sank his fingertips into her rounded asscheeks applying fierce pressure. Then he tugged her lovely hips against him as he powered into her again, feeling her tug back her thighs a bit more as if to ease the strain on her widespread muscles.
His fingers slipped over the tautly stretched flesh of her bloated buttocks, moving across the crack between the cheeks, finally finding the tiny hole concealed between them. With the tip of his finger he began massaging her anal opening. She tensed for a moment. No one had ever touched her there, except when her husband's cock slid across the opening. But normally she didn't like penetration back there.
Abruptly, he dug into the crease with his probing finger, pressing all the more firmly against the tight little elastic opening and its protective sphincter muscle.
"Hhh hhhaaa aaaaaa unnnnn gggggh h!" she gasped out loud. "You're . . . uuu uunnnn nggggg hhhhh .. . hur rrtttt tiiiii nnnnnn gggg... aaa aannnn hhhhh... mee eeee!" But by now she was too aroused and caught up in what was happening to really put up any kind of resistance to his finger.
He probed all the more deeply with his finger, pushing it deeper and deeper into the tenderly soft, warm depths of her rectum, and as a result brought new gasps and exclamations from her silently working lips. He then proceeded to poke at her asshole with yet another finger, feeling the tight, rubber-like resistance slowly surrender as she screwed her buttocks around and around on his probing finger. Soon both of them were moving against one another as his two fingers sank ever deeper into her rectum, making her aware of the thrill of being impaled in two orifices at once. She writhed feeling wildly ecstatic sensations.
Her long, strong legs, on either side of his driving, impaling body, were madly jerking and wriggling in the air, moving with complete and uncontrolled abandon. She suddenly found herself ecstatic at the second intrusion since it seemingly complemented the first.
Gordon felt the warm, fleshy pressure as her thighs clung tightly to him for a moment, and then they would move off. She would tug them up to her shoulders almost at right angles to her tips, moaning and gasping out her desire again and again.
Her eyes were tightly closed the entire time as her mouth worked and strained and trembled. Her neck was strained as she continued to thrust her head back in delicious intensity of feeling.
Gordon Cole was aware of no part of his body other than his bloated cock. At the moment it felt like a lead-weight as it moved in and out of her shuddering body, feeling the tightly loving way her cunt clasped it. God! Not even his own wife-may she rest in peace-had such clinging ways to her fucking.
He removed his fingers from the taut interior of her tantalizing rectum, sliding them down through the stretched crease of her tantalizing buttocks. Then he reversed direction and moved the fingers into the soft, tender flesh of her thighs, reaching for, finally finding, the soft pink folds of her cunt, aware of the way her inner lips were tightly sucking around the probing penis, yielding only because of the hardness of his cock. Nevertheless, it did feel like her cunt had a death grip on his throbbing prick.
She was whining and gasping with heat, and the flames from her inner body surrounded him and caressed him like some lambent flame incapable of doing more than give off warmth.
"Unh! Yes! Anh! Yes! I can feel it... don't stop ... don't stop ... keep driving ... keep fucking ... don't stop now... please... oh, please ... please don't stop now...." she begged, groaning and choking under the full unleashing of her passion. "I'm ... AAA AAN-NNN NNHHHH HH ... OHHHH HHH ... COM-MMM MIIIII NNNNNG GGGAAA AANNNN GGG-GHH HHHHAA AAARRR RRRGGG GHHHHH HUUUGG GHHH!" she bellowed.
He was aware of her hot, wet cavern widening even more, the pressure around his thrusting penis relaxing, and then felt the hot liquid passion in her belly bubble up around his thrusting phallus.
Hot and pulsing, he speeded up the rate of his driving thrusts as she continued moaning and groaning. The man was aware of his own passion intensifying now, and then he was the one who was there, firing an uncontrolled quantity of semen into the depths of her cavern, bellowing out his own release.
Trembling, he filled her with his semen, and then slowly allowed himself to relax. She wrapped her arms around him, lying there for several minutes, neither of them saying a word.
CHAPTER SIX
From the sound of things, the party was still going full-tilt downstairs. There was music, and there seemed to be sounds of glasses clinking.
Ellen and Gordon got to their feet, and the two of them quickly dressed. Gordon was finished first, and he left, opening the door and turning on the light so Ellen had an opportunity to fix her hair. Afterward, she checked her stockings to make sure there were no runs. She was just about to leave the room, when the closet door opened, and one by one men filed out, men who were supposed to be downstairs, men who had obviously come into her room when she had first gone to the bathroom, and who had hidden in the closet, waiting, as if knowing she would bring Gordon in here.
The first man, a tall blond whom she knew as Roy, who had a pretty face rather than a handsome one, walked over to her, and suddenly he was tearing her dress from her body as he said, "That was a fabulous performance, Mrs. Blackton."
She gasped as he began tearing off the rest of her clothing, and suddenly she was totally naked in front of all of them. The only two males not in the room were Gordon Cole and her son, Keith. She tried hiding her nudity by grabbing her torn dress and pulling it up in front of her, but what she was doing was futile. She wanted to run out into the hallway into the bathroom, but there was a man already standing in the doorway, Bill, as she recalled. Bill Burner. Backing away, she found herself starting to tremble.
"Keith!" she called out, glancing around the room, wondering why all these men were here, and where was her son? But the boy was nowhere to be seen, as if ashamed, all of a sudden, to look at his mother's nakedness. How hypocritical of him!
"I don't think your son is gonna help you much, Mrs. Blackton," the blond man called Roy told her. "All this was his idea. Just why he wants his mom gang-banged is something we haven't been able to figure out, but we do know he was right about how hot you are. You really took everything Gordon had to give, didn't you?"
Ellen stood frozen to the spot, her torn dress still in front of her for the moment. Staring at them, she wondered just what it was these men had in mind. She found it impossible to believe all of them intended using her. If she screamed loud enough, she knew she might attract the attention of some neighbor and the police would be called.
At that moment a somewhat short, balding, black-haired man whom her son had introduced as Nat began moving toward her.
"Why be selfish, Mrs. Blackton," he said, smiling. "You seemed to enjoy being so roundly fucked, so why not give all of us a turn. In fact, if no one objects, I'd like to be next."
"Fine," the others chimed in, followed by sounds of "I'm next."
"Then me."
"I go after you," 'Then me!"
She was unable to count how many of them asked for a turn with her. Asked? Demanded would have been a better word. Nor did she have time to think about it. Suddenly the balding Nat grabbed her shoulders and dumped her onto the bed.
Standing at the edge of the bed, he dropped his pants, and revealed that for a tiny man, he had one helluva long, thick penis. It swung rigidly into view. Under other circumstances, Ellen might have taken time to examine it and realize it wasn't nearly as imposing as Gordon's had been, but at the moment she was terrified.
He stood directly over her supine body, looking down at the soft, tender texture of her flesh, flexing his hairy thighs so that his throbbing penis seemed to swell and enlarge even more, a tight-filled lance of blood and gristle displaying its desire for her. Her white, porcelain flesh lay totally revealed in all its glory, and her full breasts swung from side to side with her panting.
Her eyes swept dazedly over the dangling genital directly over her, and she realized that this wasn't a nightmare. This was all real, and it was all going to happen, and there was nothing she would be able to do to prevent it. Her son had set it up.
Somehow she managed to work her way off the bed. She rose to her full height and stared defiantly at Nat.
"All of you get the hell out of here," she gasped.
Nat caught her roughly and swallowed her mouth with his. She began struggling, fighting, but her previous orgasm had sapped her of any vitality she might have had. As a result, she was weak, very weak, unable to struggle. Her hands pushed vainly at the bald man's hairy body-for he had totally undressed by now-but he was somehow managing to press himself all the more firmly against her.
Nat's large, rough, calloused hands roamed over the full mounds of her breasts, crushing the fullness of them in unmerciful grips as his fingers pinched her reddened nipples, making them sore. His hands swept in ever-increasing urgency over her sloping shoulders, moved down her back to the rounded bowls of her tantalizing buttocks. She knew now there was no hope whatsoever for escape.
She uttered little cries which were no more than lost whimpers as the man crushed his mouth against hers. Ellen felt helpless to prevent the terrifying humiliation that was to come.
The crowd of men surrounded the bed, panting heavily as they watched what was taking place. All of them felt tension building in their loins, because each man knew soon it would be his turn at the stunningly lovely red-haired woman.
With a violently brutal thrust, the man called Nat forced her to lie back on the bed. Her back hit the mattress with a thud. She lay there, totally vulnerable, her legs slightly parted, weeping the littlest bit from fear. Then Nat hurled himself onto the woman, his body pressing firmly into her curvaceously soft flesh.
Ellen uttered a low groan, but she lay there, unable to fend off the man. His hands trembled as they wandered over the supple softness of her tantalizing thighs, kneading the tender flesh, grasping it in ripples between his anxious fingers.
Nat's mouth hungrily devoured her breasts, making them quiver as his teeth viciously bit into them. When his mouth pulled away, there were deep grooves, showing how deeply he had bitten into her. Her nipples stood up like helpless pink pegs as he sucked on them.
He moved up on her, bringing his mouth down over hers again, devouring her. He hoisted her thighs as she struggled to keep them flat on the bed. The soft, wet lips leading to her channel of a thousand-and-one-delights which was to give him brutal delight, were there, totally unguarded for everyone in the room to see.
His hand went down between their bodies, moving to his penis, and she felt the head jerkily throb from one thigh to the other, brushing not-so-gently against the skin of her vagina in the hope of finding the little hole through which it was to enter. The throbbing organ with its massively bared head was almost mauve with blood as it rubbed tauntingly against her vulnerable opening.
She lay there, arms totally outstretched, as if she were pleading with him not to do this horrible thing. Her lovely head was pressing firmly against the mattress, her mouth open and tilted up. She was totally helpless, unable to do a thing. There was a quick, hip-thrusting stab as Nat plunged the full length of his cock into her unprepared body. It seemed to enter her with a tearing movement. Her hips began jerking frantically because of the pain of the abrupt impalement, and a weirdly chilling wail came from her lips, but hardly loud enough to go beyond the room, much less to the outside.
Nat began pounding mercilessly into her taut cunt while her body continued squirming helplessly from side to side. She moaned, letting him know the agony she was feeling.
Ellen did her best to weakly push the balding man from her body. Eventually she gave it up, realizing the effort was futile. She simply lay there, her body a helpless mass of flesh beneath the continual pounding of the throbbing penis that moved into her again and again. Her body was undergoing a blaze of agony the like of which she had never known before.
The other men in the room were all restless. It was obvious from the bulges inside their trousers they were anxious to get in on this.
Under the suffocating pressure of the crude man fucking away into her, Ellen's breasts rose sharply in suffocated heaving, her ass slithering from side to side in an effort to relieve the constant pain she was continually feeling. His thrusts and withdrawals were relentless and unyielding. Her face was soaking wet with tears of humiliation and pain. How was it possible for her son, who claimed to have loved her so much, to have done something like this to her? Her thoughts were constantly interrupted by new pains each time Nat thrust his steel-solid poker of cock into her. She had never had a man inside her when she was this dry, even with Gordon's sperm in there, and as a result her cunt was constricted. This even though Nat's penis wasn't the largest she had ever contained, yet it felt like the largest and certainly hurt the most.
The powerful, throbbing organ continued pounding in and out of her helpless interior, moving with more and more ease, until she was convinced that on each in-stroke the head was buried in the searing depths of her shuddering belly. Each forward drive seemed to split her thighs wider apart, and she feared soon her muscles would tear.
His hand moved over her body again and again, caressing her, fondling her, clutching her in a grip of passion. He was gripping her shoulders now, then her neck, then clasping her face between his palms. Suddenly his hands slid beneath her and rubbed the rounded swells of her buttocks as he cupped them repeatedly. Then his fingers were moving forward so he was able to feel the base of his own cock each time he pulled back.
His mouth opened wide, and he covered her tear-stained face with a bounty of hot, wet kisses. Grunts came rising from the depths of his throat as he tensed and relaxed his buttocks again and again, keeping perfect time with the way he was pushing his cock in and out of her sucking pussy. He slithered to his knees against her upturned buttocks, as if trying to push his cock even more deeply into her sucking cunt. He shoved her thighs wider apart, pushing them further past her head so she looked unreal in her twisted, contorted position. Her body was bent almost double with her toes pressing into the mattress behind her head.
He slowed his driving thrusts into her upturned buttocks, grinding slowly now, small gasps coming from his lips, and then a long, aching flood of breath hurtled from the depths of Nat's throat, the sound filling the room as his fast-running river of semen swept from the tip of his cock into her battered passageway, flooding her belly.
"YYYYYA AAAARR RRRRGG GGGHHH HAA-AAN NNNGGG GHH HHHUUU UUUNNN NGG-GGH HHH!" he bellowed, his gasps accompanied by similar gasps and frenzied pants from around the room as he sank exhaustedly onto the woman, allowing her legs to flop back down almost lifelessly on either side of him.
Ellen lay there, realizing that in spite of the agony, in spite of the pain, and in spite of the horrible embarrassment, she had attained some kind of orgasm. It was ridiculous, but true. Her having learned how to achieve a quick orgasm when she had been with her husband had stood her in good stead at this moment, if anything she underwent might be construed as having stood her in good stead.
The other men were still standing around, watching. All of them were heatedly flushed, each one waiting for his turn on her helpless form. She was some gorgeous beauty, and each man was glad for the opportunity to fuck her without the hassle of having to go into a bar, pay for drinks, and pick up some floozy who had probably fucked for a million other men. Here, even if she was being ga'ng-banged, was a woman who, for the most part, was hardly used at all.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Slowly, Nat, the first of the ravishers climbed off Ellen's sobbing body, leaving her sprawled with her arms and legs flung hither and thither. She was completely immobile on the bed. Her thighs lay spread obscenely apart. All the strength had been drained from her and she was unable to clamp her legs together.
But the indignities being heaped on her were a long way away from being finished. Roy, the next man, the tall, pretty blond man, was ready to use her. He was excited, aroused beyond the point where the other men had been able to keep themselves under control. But before he was able to do anything, he shot off in his pants, and as a result had to wait. In the meantime, the other men began raping her in succession until she was only half-conscious as she lay on the bed. Her mind was a blur, and her body felt a combination of pain and pleasure, thrills and horror, because each time she had been used, she had climaxed in spite of the total indignity of it all.
She had been flipped onto her belly and forced to her knees, her round buttocks tugged wide apart. Her smooth, supple skin developed goose pimples as she felt air hitting the tightly exposed pucker of her brown, crinkled rectum. Then one after the other, the men forced their cocks, fortunately all of which were shorter and thinner than even Nat's, into that one orifice she had always forbidden to her husband. Yet she had climaxed each time a cock had penetrated her rectum, her body stiffly jerking and twitching.
The woman was almost totally insane with total humiliation, the pain tearing through her since she had never been so stretched back there before. Why had her son allowed this to happen to her? Why had the boy invited these people in the first place? Surely he had no idea what was really happening to her, otherwise he would have stopped this massacre of her flesh.
She was lying flat on her belly now, almost all the men filed out of the room. Only the blond man, Roy, remained. Ellen was trying to force her body to relax when the blond man walked over to the side of the bed. He stared down at her, perspiring heavily, and then he began undressing. He shucked only his trousers and his undershorts, and his groin was covered with the stickiness of his premature orgasm.
"No more...." Ellen pleaded. "Oh, please, God, no more, I don't think I can stand anymore," she moaned.
But Roy ignored her pleas. Rather a lascivious grin of delight was scrawled across his face.
"Sorry I was a little over-anxious before," he told her. "But I think I have myself under control. I saw the way they used your cunt and your ass, and I figure the one thing they didn't use was your mouth. So I've decided, since that's virgin territory, so to speak, the time has come to de-hymenize it."
She looked at him with horror in her eyes. What would this terrible blond man do? Her mouth? Just as her husband had refused to go down on her, so had he refused to let her go down on him. She had never had a penis in her mouth, and at the age of thirty-seven, Ellen found the mere idea nauseating. She had been violated in every other way possible, and the idea that this man wanted to do something else equally wretched made her head spin even more.
Roy smiled as he slowly slid onto the bed, his weight depressing the mattress. It shook as he lay beside her, but not with his face near hers. Rather she found herself staring at his groin as he turned her onto her side. Then his hands were gripping her jaw and her nose, and his fingers fumbled with her lips, trying to pry them apart. Ellen was aghast at his intentions, and as a result, she bit his fingers.
"You little bitch!" Roy snapped, and he pinched her nostrils, preventing her from breathing. His other hand dug into the hinges of her jaw, a thumb on one side, his fingers on the other, and then he was forcing her to lie on her back as he rose to his knees and straddled her chest, his flat ass pressing on the fullness of her breasts, making it difficult for her to breathe at all.
She slowly opened her eyes and stared up. He was kneeling over her face, his fingers still pinching her nostrils, but beyond the fingers she saw his massive erection, larger than any save that of her son. Ellen was horrified, watching Roy jerk on the penis, bringing it slowly to full erection. It was almost as thick as Keith's. He was panting heavily as he continued jerking on the organ, making it swell.
"Now, dear lady," he told her, "don't give me a hard time. I want you to start out by kissing and licking it."
The thought of this horrible blond man's penis being pushed into her mouth made Ellen feel nausea. His pinching her nostrils forced her to open her mouth to take a breath. She pulled air into her lungs, but before she was able to exhale, the fingers pressing on her jaw hinges pressed firmly, causing her mouth to involuntarily open even wider, and looking like some Nazi, he shoved his stiff, throbbing phallic spear against her unwilling lips.
Releasing her nostrils, he used that hand to lift her head and force her face up and forward so that the tip of his penis began burrowing between her lips. The beautiful mother tried hard to snap her teeth together, but the man was not to be denied, this time. His cock-head was already depressing her tongue, and with an extra thrust, he forced half the length of his phallic stem into the hot, wet cavern of her gasping mouth. She gurgled, feeling the hugeness of his pulsing penis as it slithered deeper into her mouth before pulling back a little. It began running up and back the length of her depressed tongue, and little by little he pushed it deeper until he had filled her mouth with its fleshily swollen stiffness.
The blond man became more aroused than ever at the sight of this redheaded woman being totally humbled and forced to suck his cock as his hands held her head immobile, in a vise-like grip. Fingers continued digging into her jaw hinges, preventing her from shutting her mouth and using her teeth on the cock.
Ellen struggled against the wickedly cruel, obscene rape of her wide-open mouth, but she quickly discovered her struggles were futile as Roy quickened his thrusts in and out of her oral orifice. He never quite pulled it all back, leaving the corona behind her lips, letting the head always soak in the warm juices of saliva that she refused to swallow. Even now, it was dribbling from the corners of her mouth. Each time he plunged the head back in, blocking her throat, she thought if he left it there long enough, she would suffocate. But he didn't leave it there. He kept moving it in and out, heedless of her helpless moans, enjoying the gagging sounds she was making.
Ellen shut her eyes again, not being able to stand looking at this object causing her so much humiliation. She was being subjected to pure horror. She felt numb, totally devoid of feeling, unable to sense anything around her. In a trance at the moment, she heard the blond man commanding her, "Suck! Come on, you lovely redheaded bitch! Suck it real nice!"
She obeyed without thinking, at this point more afraid of further physical pain than of any humiliation she might have to endure for not obeying his command. Without thinking, her lips slowly compressed themselves around the thrusting organ, nibbling at the powerful instrument. She choked, gagged, sputtered each time he tried shoving his cock a little deeper, until, little by little, she found herself naturally doing it, accustoming herself to the natural rape of her helpless mouth. She tried hard to shut her mind to what was happening, but every time he pushed forward into her throat, sinking his cock a little deeper, she felt his testicles bouncing against her chin as a kind of cruel, depraved reminder of what it was he was doing to her.
The saliva in her mouth continued increasing, dribbling out the corners, running down the sides of her neck. The fluid was becoming sticky as his penile oil was being emitted from the tip, mixing with the heavy salivary drool in the flaming depths of her sucking mouth.
Ellen felt Roy's hips straining and wriggling below her head as he gripped her hair and tugged her face back and forth, making it bob in time to the way he pounded his cock in and out of her mouth. Pulsations against her tongue told her there was activity in his urethra, and she knew he was going to come in her mouth.
Oh, God! she thought. If he does it, I'll throw up all over myself.
His hand had a firm grip on her hair, his fingers all but digging into her scalp as he forced her to continue bobbing her head, up and down, back and forth, stroking the full length of his cock into her mouth, pushing the tip from the front of her tongue all the way to the back of her throat, then into the gullet, itself. He was pounding his cock into her oral cavern as if it were a vagina, and she knew he was going to spew out his hot sperm at any moment. His animal lust would vent itself on her, and she was disgusted. His eyes bore down on her face, watching the flesh of her lips, pulling out on the backstroke, folding in on the forward stroke.
Ellen was more aware than ever of the stretching and expanding of his bloated cock as it rammed in and out of her mouth until she thought she would not be able to take any more of this massive pike. She moaned pitifully, never having felt so utterly and completely helpless in her entire life.
She knew this had to be a plot of her son's, though just why, wasn't clear. She would never forgive Keith for this. But more, she would curse Joel even louder, for had he not left home to begin with, this would have never happened.
She began sucking more strongly on the pulsing instrument between her lips, trying to bring to an end this terrible and obscene rape of her mouth as quickly as possible. There was no other way to end all this. She knew the man wasn't going to show her any mercy, and her fervent hope was that his would be the last penis to violate her body. She was aching all over.
Abruptly the man began jerking his hips, sinking the full length of his probing cock into her gullet. She struggled to breathe, but it was hopeless, just as fighting the feeling of orgasm building in her was impossible. Her orgasm hit her hard, just as the man squirted blobs of semen down her gullet, preventing her from making a sound. In the middle of it all, she lost consciousness.
CHAPTER EIGHT
When she awoke, her mouth was filled with seminal fluid, and she spat it into a tissue from a box on her night table. Then she hawked up more of it and spat that out, as well. She'd be damned if she would willingly swallow some strange man's semen.
Bright light told her the sun was shining into her bedroom window, and when she looked at the nearby clock, she saw it was almost ten. She had been asleep all this time.
Her bones hurt, as did every muscle in her body. Her vagina felt sore, but her anus felt even more sore, yet the soreness served to remind her that in spite of all the horror, she had matched the men, orgasm for orgasm. Even that disgusting one in her mouth had been matched with a climax of her own. Crusted sperm covered her, front and rear.
Staggering out of the bedroom, she went to the bathroom and slid under a hot shower. She needed the wet heat to ease the soreness in her aching body. Moments later, she began to feel relaxed.
The shower over, she stepped out and dried herself off with a towel. Then she ran her fingers through her short hair, deciding a quick brushing would make it fall into place.
With a wet towel wrapped around her, she stepped from the bathroom into her bedroom, and there was Keith, sitting on the stool in front of her dressing table. He was in his underwear.
"How d'you feel?" he asked.
"Terrible," she replied. "You had no right to do that to me."
"You had no right cutting me off," he snapped back. "From now on, I'm the man of the house."
"We share responsibilities equally," she reminded him. "I'm working, too. We have to work together."
"Exactly," he nodded. "You and me together. No one else. If anyone tries coming between us, I'll. . .."
"You'll what?" his mother asked. "If anyone's bound to come between us, it'll probably be a girl who's interested in you, one whom you'll be unable to refuse, and one whom you'll one day marry."
"Yeah, but that doesn't mean I have to let go of you," the boy insisted. "I mean, any girl I become engaged to will have to accept the fact that when she marries me, she shares my bed with my mother."
"I see," Ellen nodded, feeling defeated. "And if I still don't want to do this terrible thing with you?"
"Terrible? You mean wonderful, don't you, Mother? If you still don't want to do this wonderful thing with me, we can always have some more parties like last night. Those men are my friends for life, now. They really dug fucking you."
"And you?"
"Me? I dug watching you being fucked by all of them. Oh, yeah, I watched every fuck, but I didn't participate. I stayed hidden in the other closet the whole time. Now I know you can take a cock in just about any hole in your body, and I intend making use of all those holes, Mother, unless you object."
She looked at him, saw the fevered stare in his mad eyes, and Ellen knew the only way to maintain some kind of restraint on him would be to give in to him. Horrible as she knew it to be, she also knew her body craved it, because though she had tried to shut her mind to it, the best fucking she had ever received had been from her son. Yes, she would do as he said.
"I don't object," she shrugged.
"Good," he smiled. "Take a day to heal. Tomorrow, I move in here."
CHAPTER NINE
There were a multitude of choices Ellen knew she had to consider. The initial alternative of calling the police was totally ruled out. Even with her husband gone, Ellen didn't want it spread all over the neighborhood that her son and she were involved in an incestuous relationship. The second alternative of getting him to see a psychiatrist would have to wait, at least for a little while. Aside from their having little-enough money, it wasn't quite little-enough so that the boy would be entitled to free medical help. Besides, anything free was usually worth what one paid for it. The final alternative consisted of temporary acceptance, but knowing the boy as she did, he wouldn't be content with her "letting" him fuck her. Not that she would be able to remain quiescent during those times anyway. But he would want to be certain of his masculinity, and masculinity to him meant making her, his mother, respond to what he wanted. Simple common sense told her, if she were to retrain her sanity and not continually mentally chastise herself for what she was doing, then she had to go into this with a totally open mind. Not only that, she had to make up her mind that no matter how heinous it was, since no one was actually being hurt by it, she was to enjoy it, yes, enjoy it.
So the following evening, when she and her son returned from work and had dinner, they went to separate bathrooms and showered, and then, not bothering to put on clothing, met in her bedroom. The boy had the good sense to leave his clothing in his own bedroom, but he would be sleeping on his father's side of the bed from now on.
Ellen knew he was waiting to see her reaction to all this. If she began showing reticence, if she tried talking him out of this, if she felt it necessary to withhold herself in any way, she knew he would take it as a personal insult. She had to make him believe she was in whole-hearted agreement with what he wanted.
Accepting this made Ellen feel a lessening of the pain she had been experiencing at the thought of continual incest. It was something she would do for her own good and the good of her son-for a little while, anyway. Besides, they had both undergone the horrible ordeal of losing Joel. So in that respect her heart went out to her son, and in so doing, she began feeling the kind of love he was hoping she would feel.
Ellen, for the first time in her life, felt a rich, meaningful kind of love coursing through her entire body. She felt a sensuous awakening as she lay on her back, totally naked on the bed, looking up at her son, seeing him through entirely different eyes. He was no longer merely her son. He was her lover. Yes, he was her lover and she had to accept it. The ghost of a smile touched her full, sensuous mouth, and she whispered to him, "Keith, darling, wonderful Keith. .. ."
"Ellen," he gasped, his voice filled with a sob of emotion.
There was no son or mother here. There was Keith and Ellen, two people about to fuck and enjoy the greatest of all life's wonderful thrills. Male and female-man and woman.
He lowered himself to the bed, his face pressing against her ample bosom, and he began sobbing, crying because she was accepting him. His tears washed against her heatedly sensitive flesh. The woman's arms convulsively cradled him to her, holding his lean youthful body tight as he clutched her trembling form with amazing strength.
"My darling, my wonderful lover," she whispered, and she realized she meant what she was saying. Deep down, some part of her had wanted this all along as much as her son, and as a result, having forced her conscious to accept it, she was home free in letting all her feelings run rampant.
"I love the feel of your body against mine," she told the youth, and realized she was telling the truth. "You feel so warm, so muscular, so strong, so dependable." Dependable! That was what he wanted to hear most of all. His mother was not only accepting him as a lover, but was coming to depend on him.
Instinctively she turned onto her side still clinging to him, pressing his face into her breasts. Now she was able to feel all of his lean, hard nakedness pressing against her, and rather than feeling repelled as she had two nights earlier, with all those men, she felt more strongly attracted than she had ever felt in her entire life. She pulled him up to her, kissing his face, her knees against his, her thighs against his, her belly against his, the long, swollen cock already erect and between the two flat stomachs.
Gradually, little by little, Ellen's body, without her realizing it, began to slowly undulate. She was making the initial move now that she had accepted the incest as natural and normal. It was a slow, rotating movement of abdomen against abdomen as she clung to her handsome son. Her heart began pounding, and her breathing was becoming ragged as once again she felt fires of overpowering lust for the youth, only this time they hadn't been inspired by any attack of his. This time she had been the aggressor, and with every passing second she was that much more aware of how much she wanted him. Desires for his teenage flesh totally overwhelmed her, flaring like a forest fire through her seething loins.
Ellen was more aware of her need for the boy than ever before. She had started this with the intent of merely satisfying the boy and pretending to him that she was whole-heartedly in agreement with him. But the truth was, she needed it as much as he. God! This was insane! She wanted to be fucked by her own son. She was as sick as he. If this be sickness, then she intended making the most of it.
Her wetly pulsating vagina was already secreting droplets of oil from within, revealing to her the extent of her forbidden passion for her boy. Her nipples, without being massaged, simply from pressing against the boy's chest, were enlarging to hardness that hurt. There was a moment of utter and supreme delight and ecstasy. She reveled in this feeling, and then her conscience, in one last effort, tried struggling to the foreground one last time. This was forbidden sin. This was horrible! This was incest!
Ellen thought she had to release her son, to stop this, to certainly stop thinking in this shameless way before she once again "went all the way," allowing his cock to penetrate her body. She had to close her mind to the fact that he was a desirable male. The boy would rant and rave. He would threaten her with another "party." But somehow she had to make him listen to reason, to stop this depravity before it went so far, neither of them would ever be able to extricate themselves from it. Dear God! No matter what he felt for her, her own desire for him was even stronger. For the first time she was sorry she was his mother, because if there was anything she really wanted it was to live the rest of her life being fucked by him, knowing how much he really cared for her. She ached to think of taking his penis in her hand, tugging on it, even taking it into her mouth. Yes, her son's was one penis she would gladly take into her mouth. She would suck on it, drink the white flow from it, clog her cheeks with the essences of it, and glut her throat with it.
But in spite of the thoughts running rampant through her head, and in spite of the nagging of a dying conscience, she found her arms would not release her son's body. She refused to turn her back on him and pull away from the vibrant warmth of his firm, muscular body. She clung to him even more tightly, and her desire-ridden self began writhing all the more hungrily as they squirmed against one another on the bed. Her long, firm thighs slowly began separating, opening and closing rhythmically, and then, as she slung one of her legs over her son's naked hips, her mind began filling itself with the remembrance of the blond man pumping his cock in and out of her mouth. She remembered quite clearly seeing the thickness as well as feeling it-that searing image of the horrible Roy's throbbing cock consuming every cell in her mind's eye with wave after wave of suddenly hot, implacable desire. Where she had been ready to regurgitate two nights earlier, the thought made her lick her lips, causing sensations to build in her desire-tightened belly, her heatedly pulsating vagina throbbing all the more rapidly, causing her to almost moan aloud with continually building delight. She wanted to suck her son's cock!
Do it! her mind screamed at her, shouting wildly. Then her conscience's last gasp, Ellen Blackton, don't allow this to happen, don't let your son know you've become as perverted as he. If both of you fall victim to this, there'll be no cure for either of you. Stop! Stop now, before you destroy yourself and the boy along with you. If you have no feeling for yourself, do it for the boy's sake!
But even as these pleading thoughts exploded like firebombs in the searing depths of her mind, other words were beginning to build in her throat, words from her subconscious; from her very id. Before she was able to stop them, the bubbling words boiled past her violently trembling lips.
"Keith. .. my love... my darling... I adore you.. . I want you more than I've ever wanted any man in the world.. . you're everything to me... you, only you.. . I've never felt for any man that which I feel for you. .. You're wonderful ... and you're the most fabulous lover I've ever known ... I need you...."
Holding tightly to his beautiful, redheaded naked mother, panting hotly against the softness of her warm flesh, the handsome seventeen-year-old heard the words, but more, he felt them, knowing, instinctively, that what she was saying came from her heart. Her body twisted voluptuously against his, arousing him all the more. He was becoming more and more aware of her tantalizing nakedness, the hairs on her vagina scraping against his own pelvis, causing static to tingle through him. Her legs tightly locked themselves around his buttocks, and desire for her continued flaring, uncontrolled, in his shuddering body. His heart was burning with love for her. It was no longer mere sexual desire, but the true love he had professed the first time he had spoken with her. He more than desired her, he actually loved her as much as a seventeen-year-old was capable of loving. It was a love totally different from anything else he had ever felt, and this time the love needed the ultimate form of expression. It needed . .. release!
In that one moment of undeniable truth, Keith finally became aware that while all he had really felt for his mother before was the love of a son for a mother mingled with the passionate carnal desire of a male for a female, now he began feeling true love in the fullest sense. He wanted to make love to her in every way possible, but it was more than physical now. It was emotional, and in order to surrender to these emotions, he had to do all the things he had wanted to do when he had merely felt physical desire for her.
He had sucked her cunt once and he had loved it. Now the thought occurred to him that he would love to do it again. But this time he wanted to do it not because of a desire to merely make his mother want him. He ached to suck her pussy because he actually felt the need to do so-to taste her, to thrill to the touch of her cunt against his pressing mouth.
The youth jerked his head up and looked along the length of their bodies, staring at the way she pressed her curvaceous form against him. A tremulous sob of want burst from the depths of his throat as he chastised himself for what he had done to her, having all those men fuck her so cruelly. If true love was what was motivating him, there was no need for him to use cruelty on his mother.
In that moment, the madness of pure lust that had controlled the boy's brain lifted, and in its place was actual love and wanton desire. His eyes wandered with a will of their own over the lovely marble-white form of his mother, taking in all of her delectable loveliness as she twisted on the bed against him. He stared for the first time at the perfection of her breasts, not merely hugging and squeezing and pinching them, but looking at them and appreciating them. So lush, so ripe, so like full melons, and her breasts had points that were rich, pink berries, berries surrounded by circles of their own juices. Looking down, he saw the auburn hair, a shade darker than the hair on her head, sparsely covering her rich, pink vagina. The glistening vaginal furrow seemed to beckon to him. She was unquestionably beautiful, far more beautiful than any of those cunts he had seen in the movies at his friends' homes. All his friends had self-threading eight millimeter projectors and they bought these tiny ten minute films of men fucking and sucking women in every conceivable way. Some of the women were stunners, too. But not one began to compare to his mom. She was the most fantastically lovely woman in the whole world, and his desire for her was not merely an animal craving, but a deeply spiritual want, as well.
Perspiration broke out on the handsome youth's tan forehead as his devouring eyes continued taking in the absolutely delightful beauty of his mother's total nakedness. She was trembling, tingling with anticipation, and the boy felt it all. He felt a strange vibrancy in his shuddering loins as he continued staring at her delightful voluptuousness, unable to look away. He felt an aching of acute pleasure in his restlessly hard, thick phallus. After having seen what those other men had sported, he knew for a fact that his cock was one of the longest, thickest around. Sure there were probably quite a few that were longer and thicker, but not in this neck of the woods.
His eyes finally came to rest on the rising and falling swells of her rounded hips as she continued grinding her hot furrow of cunt against the swollen thickness of his cock. Jesus! She really did want him! What in all the world was there more wonderful than the knowledge that his mother wanted him to fuck her as much as he wanted her? She was tormenting him with her need, and his erection was getting harder and harder.
He tore his eyes away from her because he knew to continue staring would only lead to his having a premature ejaculation, and he wanted to save his climax for her body. He wouldn't be doing her justice any other way.
Reaching down, he pulled up the folded-over blanket, covering the two of them for the moment, creating an even stronger intimacy between them as they cuddled together beneath the covers. His hands filled themselves with the fullness of her naked breasts, and he let go of the covers only to see his mother kick them off to the side, preventing him from concealing their naked bodies in any way.
The beautiful woman stared at the handsome youth, her hands running along his arms, caressing his wrists, her features contorted with lust and desire as she made it obvious to the boy the anxiety filling her wanton mind. She had to have him.
Keith responded automatically, breaking her grip, but only to tease her. He had no desire to cool the overpowering passion in them, but rather felt the desire intensify all the more. Churning fires leaped and swirled through both their bellies, and she made it more than obvious her desires completely paralleled his. Her hips were still grinding circularly, her cunt rubbing against his cock, her hotly hungry vagina seeping with flooded liquids as her seething passion continued mounting.
Dimly, Ellen knew she had lost total control of herself. She no longer allowed her conscience to dictate to her, because her conscience was in direct conflict with overpowering wants and needs inside her. She wanted her son's cock. She wanted it in her body .. . anywhere . . . everywhere. She wanted his sperm to glut her cunt, fill her throat, flood her ass, and what was left she wanted to rub into her skin as a soothing balm.
"Keith, darling, forgive me for having opposed you before," she murmured to the boy. "I want you! I want you more than you ever wanted me! I want you to fuck me until I can't walk straight."
She heard the obscene words coming from between her own lips, lips that had been wetted with a tongue anxious to taste the boy, and yet she knew what she was saying was truth. There was nothing wrong in uttering truth, no matter how obscene some might think it to be.
"I love you, Ellen," he told her again.
"Almost as much as I love you," she said to him. "I need you, from this day forward, as my lover, my protector, my guardian ... I need you to fuck me!"
The boy's mind reeled with overpoweringly wanton joy. He wanted her more than anything else in the world, and now knew for sure her desire for him was just as strong. He had hoped to make her feel this way over a period of time, but hadn't expected it to happen so quickly. A low moan filled his throat, letting her know he intended doing just about everything possible to her that a man was capable of doing to a woman.
But now that the madness that had possessed him for so long was gone, he suddenly felt the need to fully understand this strange, forbidden desire that had taken control of the both of them. There was a love building between them that would not end when consummation was completed. He realized now that with each fucking, his desire for her would become even stronger.
By now, the teenage boy was no longer capable of thinking straight, clinging tightly to his mother, feeling her surround him with her arms. He listened to his mother's words, thick with passion, as he lay back on the bed, feeling her hot fingers moving seductively on his arms and back, watching her sensuously naked torso writhe and squirm with building desire as his own arousal continued to mount and intensify to greater heights, swelling within him until it was like a towering breaker all set to crash on the beach of his emotions, threatening to crush him with unimaginable force-a force more powerful than his seventeen years gave him the power to comprehend.
He was aware of his thickly swollen phallus becoming even longer and weightier, stretching to a painful stiffness the like of which he had never known before. It jutted straight up between their bellies, oils from the head seeping against the flesh of both of them. Oh, Christ! He was filled with fire, now! His entire physical being was lost in a swirling whirlpool of the age-old hunger all male bodies at one time or another have known since time immemorial. The only difference was, his excitement was derived from the knowledge that not only would he be fucking his own mother, but that she wanted it as much as he. She was urging him to shove the full length of his pulsating penis into the sodden depths of that cunt he had fucked once already, and this time she would know it was his and welcome it. That pulsating oily warm interior of hers would grab his penis, knowing it belonged to him, and would nurse on it.
Moaning out her own inner arousal, letting the love she felt for her son make itself known, her fevered eyes fastened firmly on the virile penis standing erect between their bellies, and she realized it was longer and harder now than it had been the first time it had fucked her. God! It was immense! Lust made wild joy spring uncontrollably inside her as a rising spiral of wanton desire continued swirling through her shuddering form.
He was harder than ever, betraying the fact that it was more than lust. It was love on his part as much as hers. Her son loved her, adored her, wanted her spiritually as well as physically. She had known she was, to some degree, an exciting woman, because even at his dullest her husband had always been completely aroused when the time came for him to bury his penis into her.
Worked up to a fevered pitch of complete sensuousness merely from looking at her teenage son and seeing the love in him as well as the desire, Ellen lifted herself on one elbow and threw her arms around the handsome youth's neck, pulling his face to hers, letting their lips blend together in the first kiss brought on by pure love. She kissed his face all over, his cheeks, his eyes, his forehead, his nose, his chin, his jawline, but most of all, his lips. Her hot, hard tongue darted between his lips, probing there, seeking his own tongue. She deliberately pressed her thick nipples against his small, mannish ones, all but flattening the fullness of her pillowy breasts against his chest as her hips continued pumping uncontrollably against him, grinding her cunt against his balls. The wetly pulsating vaginal core of her continued heavily secreting the hidden liquids of her intense passion, so much so that now a small, silvery trail of heated ooze ran across her naked inner thighs and fell down onto the sheets, below.
The boy clung ferociously to his mother, responding to her kisses, and she clung tightly to him, her mouth all but enveloping his entire face as she kissed him again and again. Her washing tongue, leaping here and there, dotting his face, caused fire to leap through his loins in white-hot surges, and the impatient heat burned its way directly into his cock, making it even thicker and longer than before. The seventeen-year-old youth continued moaning, completely lost now, as much a slave to his mother's body as she was to his, both willing parties to all that would happen from now on, for both of them knew something in the very center of their souls that few people knew concerning their relationships with other people. Ellen's relationship with her son was based on true love, undeniable love, the love of one sex for the other, and it was an honest relationship. How many people marry simply for expediency, because it's easier for them than to face some other consequence, and then afterward go through life not really loving one another?
This intense, honest, open relationship between them had started building from the moment the boy had initially fucked his mother, though neither of them had been aware of it until now. Now that it had surfaced, each realized the feeling was as inevitable as the rising and setting of the sun.
The boy's mouth opened under the demanding kisses of the older woman. She had more experience than he, and though he had initiated all this, the simple fact was, she still knew more than he, and so he let her take the lead. He was responding, kiss for kiss, lick for lick, sucking as much on the wet probe of her tongue as she was on his tongue. He moaned in the low depths of his chest as his hands slowly wandered over his mother's shoulders, down to the smooth swells of her broad hips, then upward to locate the fullness of her breasts. Using instinctive knowledge, knowledge partially gained from his previous time with his mother, and knowledge that was purely natural, the boy began rolling his thumbs over his mother's erect little nipples, making them even longer, thicker, and harder, bringing quivers and gasps of utter rapture from her passion-tensed body.
Ellen reveled in the taste of her son's lips and tongue as she kissed back with a vengeance, and she thrilled to the wanton touch of his young, hot hands on her nakedly sensitive breasts. For the first time since he had fucked her a week earlier, she began feeling a deep inner sense of peace, as if her body did indeed belong to the boy now that his father had chosen to run away. The horrible weight on her mind was slowly lifting, for she knew she had someone who, for now at least, loved her as much as she loved him, and he loved her the same way she loved him. It definitely wasn't wrong. This wasn't the mere sating of flesh. Her soul didn't feel sick, but rather enthralled. She had suddenly discovered an entirely new life with her son, and if the rest of the world disapproved, well then the rest of the world need not know about it. This new life with her male offspring would transcend all else in its wonder and magnitude. Her son was so young, so virile, not yet at the peak of his manhood which was still two years away, and he was all hers for now. No one else had him, and she would do her utmost to keep him interested in her for as long a time as was humanly possible. He was hers.
The shamelessly aroused red-haired woman clung firmly to the handsome youth who had sprung from her body, kissing and moaning in hunger while he continued to fondle and tease her firmly upthrust breasts, tweaking the nipples gently until they seemed ready to burst, they were so hard.
A moment later her eyes snapped open and she gasped, shuddering as she felt his wonderful hands slowly, gently, carefully moving across her belly again, exploring. Then the youth's hesitant fingertips were touching the red, silken strands of her pussy hair.
"Ummmmm ... yessssss...." she hissed. "Do that, darling. Oh, God! Yes! Yes! Yes! Keep on doing that and don't stop!" she panted, hurling her hips firmly against his caressing hand.
The boy was unable to believe the wild effect he was having on his aroused mother. He knew she was a hot woman from the last time he had been with her, but this time, knowing it was he, she was urging him on, letting him know how much she adored his touch. One thing was certain, and that was, her excitement was contagious. He felt his own hungry need burgeoning with an abruptness that was almost terrifying, for it was far stronger and deeper than anything he had previously felt.
He was a bit more certain of himself this time than that first time, and he settled himself a little closer to the full, voluptuous nakedness of the madly writhing woman, sliding his outstretched middle finger through her velvety pubic hair to the wetly hot flesh, and into the seething trench of her cunt. His finger slid across the erect button of her upstanding clitoris, and this made Ellen groan with sheer delight, opening her legs that much wider, as if her son had touched some automatic button. Slowly, wonderingly, Keith moved his searching finger through the entire sodden length of her soaking pussy, his movements eliciting a soft moan each time the ball of his finger caressed the throbbing nub of her clitoris.
Ellen bucked and bounced, her body out of control, undulating insanely under her son's constant fingering ministrations. She screwed her tantalizing pelvis upward, massaging that most sensitive button against the full length of the boy's finger. There was no way for her to help herself. The passionate woman had to show her loving son how much she thought of him as a man and how much she needed him. She needed him to help her in every way, but at the moment she needed him most of all to do what a man does with a woman. She needed his hose inside her to put out the intolerable flames of inner anguish mixed with her uncontrollable primeval hunger.
Slowly she reached down between their naked bodies and her fingers closed over the thick length of his burningly pulsating staff. Hearing the youth moan in pleasure, she began gently stroking his virile stiffness, feeling his spongy penile head scraping against the ring formed by her thumb and forefinger. A rapturous tingle filled every fiber of her inner being at the feel of heatedly pulsating flesh sliding through her palm. She stroked lovingly as she used her other fingertips to continue caressing the wrinkled smoothness of his hairless scrotum.
"Unnnnnh!" the young boy moaned, gasping softly as she nakedly sat up and then crouched over her son's legs, sliding between them, never once taking her hand from the rock-solid tower of Keith's cock. He stared down in disbelief, for he didn't think his mother would have willingly done this after seeing the way she had distastefully undergone what Roy had done to her. But her pink tongue was flicking out and washing against the boy's penile head. It was the first time a tongue had ever touched his cock, and he was ablaze with desire as never before.
"Ohh hhh ... hhh hhuuuu uuuhhh hh ... Godddd uhhhhh . . . Ellen...." he gasped, for at this point he no longer thought of her as his mother in any way, but as Ellen, his wife, mistress, and lover. "Your mouth ... ooooohhhh ... it feels so good ... so good. ..."
The kneeling, redheaded mother began swirling her saliva-coated tongue around and around the ultra-sensitive, thick tip of his penis and finally wiggled the very tip of her tongue into the little penile opening from which the oil was continually seeping all over the head of his throbbing cock.
Ellen felt an uncontrollable thrill sear through her tantalized loins as she tasted, for the first time in her life, the oils coming from the penis of her handsome young son, further proof of his masculinity. She dipped her head down to lick the full length of his warmly throbbing phallus, tracing a scorching path of wetness with her extended tongue all the way down to the base and then back up to the minaret-shaped tip again. At last she parted her full, pink lips and surrounded the mushroom-shape of the crown, and little by little she began sucking the full length of the pulsating organ into her mouth. Her head sank lower, lower, lower, and soon the glans was pressing against her throat. Even now she didn't stop, but continued lower, forcing the thickly bloated knob into her gullet, widening her throat as she gagged and choked and sucked the penis inside.
"Oh, Jesus Christ!" the boy gasped. "Oh, yes sssss
... oh wow wwwww. .. ."
Keith was whimpering as chills continued charging up and down his shuddering spine while he felt the painfully hardened staff of gristle and flesh sinking deep into the burning recesses of his mother's anxiously sucking mouth. Instinctively, as he had done when grinding his cock into his mother's cunt, the youth began a slow, rhythmic undulation of his hips, lifting his loins higher in order to push even more of his protruding penis into her gullet. He was unable to believe it when he saw her tantalizing, glistening lips slowly tighten and suck, the slurping noises of her own saliva and his oils sliding down her throat. Her lips were an elastic band now below his corona, the tongue pressuring against the underside of the glans as it swelled and receded again and again. Then she pushed her face down and sucked in the entire length of his cock as if it were a stalk of sugar cane. The head slammed into her gullet, and though she coughed and choked, she forced her face even lower, taking more and more of it in, and then her mouth rose until her lips were once again surrounding his penile head, and nothing more.
He gasped as he stared at her lust-contorted face, her lips stretched with the thick flesh of his powerfully pulsing penis buried in the depths of her saliva-filled mouth. In the meantime, she continued massaging the soft, resilient skin of his testicles with one hand while stroking the base of his phallus with the other each time her lips moved high enough.
Ellen began moving her lips faster and faster along the throbbing length of her son's hard cock, the hardened spear of flesh slipping wetly between her lips as they tightly compressed around it. The pressure filled the boy's loins with a strange, wild inner yearning, and he jerked his hips up and down in a staccato rhythm as if trying to cram more than the full length of the organ all the way into her clamping gullet.
Not for one moment did Ellen slow down her sucking. She sucked hungrily, greedily, anxiously as the handsome Keith continued brutally fucking his thighs up and down, slamming his cock into the tight hole in her face. The redheaded woman felt ready to go out of her mind with thrilled pleasure. This was exciting and delightful as having Roy's cock in her mouth had been disgusting and awful. The hammering of his cock-head was like feeling his heartbeat in her mouth.
When the boy began shuddering, and she felt little jerking twitches in his urethra, the naked, white-skinned mother realized her son was on the verge of orgasming into her mouth. She paused for a moment, wondering if she should let him go all the way this way. No, she decided. There had to be more than just this. She didn't want him coming, yet.
Pulling her mouth away from the pulsating stiffness of the boy's cock, she raised her head and smiled at him, her lips all shiny from the continuous seepage of oils that came from the tip of his cock.
"Good?" was all she asked.
"God, yes!" Keith gasped. "I almost came. Why did you stop?"
"I had my reasons," she smirked. "Do you like my mouth as much as you do my vagina?"
"Oh, geez, that's one heck of a choice," Keith muttered. "They're both great, both, you know that."
He was moaning with desire, a new surge of lasciviousness blasting through him as he realized all this pleasure was coming because of the love he felt for his mother and the love she felt for him. God! He was certain she was far better than any schoolgirl he might have picked on. "Again?" he pleaded.
"Fine," she nodded. "But don't come. I want to save your climax for something we can both enjoy."
Ellen lowered her lovely face again until her lips were once again surrounding the onion-shaped, angry purple tip of the young boy's throbbing cock. Slowly she slid the tube of her mouth down, encompassing the rigid length of his masculine cock, digging her teeth gently into the hard, throbbing flesh. The Boy's hips jerked impatiently upward against her face as she used her tongue to swath around and around the thickening glans. Then he slammed his cock in deeper, the head hitting the back of her mouth before pushing into her gullet.
Ellen felt her vaginal slit pulsating as it flooded with oils built up within her. The throbbing in her love-starved fleshy cunt threatened to unhinge her mind. God! She had to have her young son's powerful penis embedded firmly inside her frenetically pulsating vagina. She would go out of her mind if she didn't get some relief.
"Uuu uunnnn nnhhhh . .. ohhhhhh .. . shit. . . aaa aannnn nnhhhhh . . . ooo oonnnh hh .. . suck it . . . suck it. . . suck it.. .." he gasped, his muffled cry coming to her popping ears as she felt the youth's churning buttocks lift completely off the mattress and begin rotating in the air.
Ellen sucked as if she were an insatiable succubus, her lips pulling firmly at his virile rod of flesh, the delicious piquancy of Keith's young genitalia alone almost enough to drive her to the very brink of orgasm. She tenderly cupped his sperm-filled testicles in her hand, and then the redheaded mother began washing the full length of the boy's cock with her working tongue. She felt its stiffness and its frightening power within her sucking cheeks. The organ was heatedly pulsing-a throbbing that was echoed in the drawstring-tightness of her vagina, now. God! She felt as if her cunt was all ablaze with need.
Keith stared at his mother's delightfully obscene, bobbing head as it worked demoniacally around the stiff extension of his penis. The head shot into her gullet again and again, moving more easily now, but still feeling the tight fit each time it plundered its way inside. The youth felt an intolerable pressure building up to the point of explosiveness in the depths of his testicles, and he knew it wouldn't be long now. At the last moment, just as he was nearing that point of no-return, certain his frantically thrusting cock was about to blow and shoot gushes of hot semen down her guzzling throat, he felt his mother once again withdraw her tantalizing mouth. Damn!
Then she was climbing nakedly on top of him. Her breath was ragged against his face as she whispered to him, "Honey .. . Keith, darling, I need your loving, right now. I want you to put your penis inside me. I want you to fill me with its flesh. Fuck me, darling son ... I want to feel every last little bit of your wonderful cock thrusting its way into me... please... please:.. don't stop ... do it ... do it for me right nowwwwww...." she gasped, then lowered her wetly open mouth to his and kissed him, her tongue thrusting deep as she filled his mouth with some of his own penile oil.
She kissed the youth with an overpowering hunger as she guided her damply pulsing vagina directly over the youth's upright stalk. He seemed unable to move, so it might be to her advantage to take the initiative.
This way he would be certain, once and for all, that what she was doing with him she was doing out of love and nothing else.
But with a deep moan the handsome youth forced his mouth away from his mother's, then flung her onto her back while he climbed onto her nakedly trembling body. Impatient moans leaped from Keith's throat as he reached down and plunged his outstretched middle finger into the soft, warmly quivering slit of her tantalizing vagina, moving it around and around, thrilling to the way her cunt had adjusted to the finger, clamping as tightly around it as it had clamped around his thrusting cock when he had fucked her last week.
Keith's eyes gorged themselves with the sight of his mother's naked loveliness, then they traveled over her nude form, finally coming to rest on her wantonly writhing vaginal mound. Then he remembered how much she had enjoyed his going down on her that first time. She had been so aroused and ecstatic, she had pushed his face as far into her cunt as was humanly possible. Without thinking about anything else, the handsome young boy slowly slid down his mother's nakedly wriggling form until his face was poised directly above the softly curling tendrils of her vaginal fuzz. He then proceeded to trail his tongue downward, licking the full length of her wetly splayed vaginal furrow, very much aware of the pussy hairs tickling his nose and cheeks. The smell of her warmly perfumed cunt thrilled him as he heard his darling mother gasp out her passion.
"Aaa a?annn nngggg hhhhhh . . . ooooon nnnggg ggghhh hh . .. yes sssssss ... do that... do that. . . don't stop... it feels so good I can't stand it... I can't stand it .. . aaa aannnn nhhhhh . . . ohhhhhh .. . yes ssss . .. keep it up . .. hhh hhaaaa annnnn hhhhh . . . ooo ohhhhh h . . . wow wwwwww aaaaag gggghh hhh. . . ." she groaned, her head whipping uncontrollably from side to side. "Darling, put it in me ... ohhhhhh . .. fuck meee ... I need a good cock now... right now ... fuck meeeeeee... ."
The handsome young Keith opened his mouth even wider at this point, moving his tongue downward along the smooth, succulently wet, sodden pinkness that looked so much like the interior of an oyster shell. He stared at the heavy droplets of vaginal dew that sprinkled themselves all over her cuntlips, then he drove his tongue into her, moving it faster and faster, sliding the organ into her wetly dilated channel as far as it would go, just as he had done the other day. The handsome young boy was reveling in what he was doing, making all kinds of mewling, unintelligible sounds as he swirled his oral digit around and around the velvety interior of her softly pulsating vaginal tunnel. God! There was no doubt about it! His mother really loved what he was doing to her. At the moment she was totally helpless, unable to do a thing to stop him if she so wished, and he knew for a fact that she didn't wish. He was the master, the boss, the dominant one. The knowledge of this domination sent wild surges of power through his shuddering brain.
"Aaa aannnn hhhhh ... ohh hhhnnn nnhhhhh ... ggg gghhhh huuuun nnnnng gggghhh.. . ." she continued gasping, her mind a swirling haze of rapture.
Keith drew his moistly probing tongue from the seething depths of his mother's cunt, remembering something else he had read. He stabbed downward, letting it slide between her asscheeks into the tight little fistula of her anus. Ellen, who had never experienced anything like that in her entire life, sucked her breath in with a single gasping swallow, then moaned with uncontrolled rapture, flinging her loins at the boy's face as hard as she was able, causing his tongue to dig deep into her forbidden anal opening. Her wantonly naked and aroused body shuddered beneath the youth's consistent oral assault and she almost went totally out of her mind as jolt after jolt of thrilling pleasure rippled through her quaking loins. God! She wasn't able to take it any longer. Her son had to fuck her now or the top of her head would come off.
"Keeeeeithhhhhhhhh . . . ohhhhh . . . pleeeee-aaaase . .. fuck me . .. fuck me nowwwww ... I can't stand it anymore ... I need you ... I need your cock ... I need it in my cunt... I'm dying to feel it inside.. . fuck me!" she begged and pleaded, pulling on his short, brown hair with all her strength. But then she felt his wetly lapping tongue once again return to the cavern of her pussy and she gasped, "No more... no more. . . come up here ... fuck me.. .."
Unable to control his own lusting need any longer, the young Keith took his mouth away from the open pit that was his mother's quivering vagina. Slowly he moved his tongue up the length of her body, washing her flesh, teasing her breasts, stopping only when he reached her mouth, and then he let his tongue, still coated with some of her own oily secretions, sink between her teeth, making her taste her own internal oils as she had made him do moments before.
"Jesus!" he gasped. "I'm on the edge, now. I'm almost ready to shoot my load," he moaned, his mouth hungrily seeking hers.
The boy kissed his mother deeply, his spearing tongue washing the sharp taste of her vaginal juices through her mouth. Then, miraculously, he was once again aware of the way she was parting her long, slender beautiful legs. . . splitting them wider, wider, wider apart. Little by little he pressed the length of his hotly burning cock against the tantalizing slit of his mother's cunt.
Ellen reached down and took a firm grip on her handsome son's long, swollen mass of solid cock. She guided the waiting head toward her bubbling femininity, and her vaginal mouth slowly opened. When she felt she wasn't open enough, she used the thick head to part her sponge-like interior that much more, and the labia separated just enough. The beautiful red haired mother gasped aloud at the sudden contact of her seventeen-year-old son's hardened organ probing against her soft vaginal flesh.
"Unnnnhhhh! God! Yes! Do it! Do it! Do it! N-o-o-o-o-o-wwwww! Fuck it into me! Don't waste any more time! Do it now!" she gasped in wild, uncontrollable rapture.
Keith gasped with thrilled delight and slowly shoved his hips forward, wanting to do this just right, this time, not in any hurry, because this time his mother knew exactly who was fucking her. He wanted to be gentle, but he also wanted to be felt.
"Mom ...aaaa nnnnnhhhhhh...ohhhhh...hhhh-uuuuunnnnnnhhhh.. .Mom. . .." he gasped out like a little boy, forgetting to call her by her given name. His throat sounded as if he was paralyzed as he felt the warm, soft inner lips of her pussy separate and then close around his ultra-sensitive penile head.
The youth was afraid to move. The pleasurable sensations he was feeling were far stronger than those he had felt the first time he had buried his cock in his mother's cunt. The sensual feeling of her heatedly pulsating flesh surrounding his long, throbbing thickness was enough to make him want to come almost instantly. Oh, God! She had been good the last time, but now, wide awake, knowing who he was, accepting him for himself and loving him even more than she had loved his father, she was exhibiting a far greater range of emotions. He felt that if he moved now, he would explode. His sperm would come shooting into the depths of his mother's cunt before she was ready. The sensual feeling of her heatedly throbbing inner flesh surrounding the full length of his cunt-stoker overpowered him. Hell! It had been unbelievably fantastic the first time, and this time it was better. His father had to be the biggest prick of all time to walk out on a cunt like this.
"Come on...." she urged, "Come on ... do it... do it... fuck me.. . ." she whispered urgently to the boy as she began jerking her naked hips up and down, wanting nothing more than to have her darling son fuck her to a wildly unbelievable climax, a climax that was already very close. "In and out, in and out," she gasped. "Come on ... slide it... do it... do it... do it...." she begged.
Oh, God! She was so close-so close! Her handsome son was going to give her the biggest thrill of her life.
"Aaaaaa nnnnnhhhh... Mom. . . you feel so good in there, so terrific," the boy told her.
He struggled, fighting the overpowering sensations threatening to make him come prematurely. The boy slowly pulled his wildly pulsating penis back until only the swollen penile head was embedded in the clasping tightness of his mother's sucking cunt. Then he pushed forward again, feeling her hips move smoothly up to meet his downward plunge, burying the full length of his erect, thick phallus in the drowning pool of his mother's pink dehiscence.
He was aware of his heavily swaying testicles smacking against the upturned cheeks of her tantalizing buttocks, and this served as a stimulus to his already shocking need. Jesus! He was not only fucking his mother, but she was fucking back, knowing it was him, glad to do it. The knowledge that he was once again inside his mother's body added excitement to everything. He began an instinctive rotating movement with his pelvis, grinding his throbbing cock into the depths of her wetly writhing pussy while she continued squirming and revolving her naked buttocks circularly, lifting them off the bed, straining to get every last little bit of his virile young phallus inside her love-starved quim. She moaned, wanting more, aching for even harder thrusts from the driving power of her son's pistoning cock, and Keith rocked above her, using long, violent strokes that continually jolted her body and made the unusually squeaky bedsprings protest as never before. Chills of exciting rapture spiraled through the full length of her spine as she felt the increasing tempo of his youthfully stiffened shaft fucking in and out of her ecstatically throbbing vaginal center.
"Unh ... God .., oh ... fuck me ... fuck me ... keep fucking ... meeeeee . . . uuu nnnhhh . .. yesss-sss . . . don't stop . . . don't stop . . . keep fucking meeeeee ... uuunnn hhhh ... yesssssss ... ohhhh-hhhhh ... hhhhh uuuuuu nnnn hhhhh .. . harderrrr ... harderrrrrr...." Ellen loudly wailed as she began a corkscrewing motion against her young son's revolving hips, thrilling to the way he was nailing his cock into her. She had never believed sex, which she had always managed to somehow enjoy, would be this fantastic. It was the most utterly wonderful, beautiful thing to happen between a male and a female, and it took her son, the product of her own body, to make her realize as much. Perhaps because he was so much like herself he was able to anticipate her wants and needs and make everything that much more enjoyable for her. Certainly her husband had never been able to bring her this kind of rapture. The eight men who had used her, one willingly, the other seven against her will, had never been able to bring her to these heights of ecstasy.
"Beautifulllll...." she panted. "Ohhhhhh ... yessssss... I love it... I love it. .. fuck me harder. . . fuck me harder ... harder...."
Quickly now, her loving son began increasing the pace with which he was pounding into the tightness of her sucking, squeezing, slurping vagina in spite of the fact that he was at the very edge himself and had no hope of holding back. There was a never-before-known kiln of molten steel brimming inside him as his come-filled balls and prostate prepared themselves for the eruption of a lifetime.
Ellen pumped her cock-swallowing cunt all the higher, her walls clinging that much more tightly and closely to her son's organ as she maintained a simultaneous rhythm with his every thrust, both back and forth. Her entire naked form continued writhing and twisting with unbridled wantonness as she sought out her ultimate satisfaction. Now the handsome young boy was slamming into his wildly moaning mother with overpowering and intensifying force, pulling his lust-bloated penis nearly all the way out of her tightly clinging vaginal sheath, then viciously plunging into her again until his sperm-bloated balls slapped solidly against the tiny pucker of her anal opening. The pressure was continuing to mount, sensation billowing up from his balls, and the boy's head swam with the awareness that he was going to come and fill his mother's cunt with the white fluid manufactured by his own body, letting her have the full extent of his love.
Ellen whipped her head in frenzied movement, rejoicing in the depth of her impalement, thrilling to this wonderfully hardened, swollen organ moving in and out of her without any sense of control. Ecstatic little moans came from her lips, moans that seemingly grew louder with every passing moment and then became a continuous wail of pleading. She was all set to hit the top, to climax ... oh, God! She had to come!
Ellen lifted her legs even higher to receive Keith's most powerful driving strokes, and this movement caused her tight vaginal muscles to tug even more on his driving, pistoning cock as it lanced into her over and over. She felt the thickness of the long, skewering organ as it thickened even more, growing, enlarging, swelling, pulsing, a little more, a little more, more-more-more-more ... and even more.
It blasted out of him, threatening to tear the head off his cock if he tried in any way to restrain himself.
IT'S GOOOOD . . . GGG GHHHHH UUUUUU NNNNGG GGGHHH HH.. . ." she told him. She cried out in rapturous love as she felt the heat of his exploding semen suddenly pour into the bubbling depths of her tautly spasming vaginal center.
"Onnnnhhhhh .. . hhhhh aaaaa nnnnn hhhhh...." the boy silently whispered, letting the last of his orgasmic feeling escape through the safety valve of his throbbing cock as he kept the full length of it buried to the limit in his mother's seething pussy, touching depths inside which no penis had ever been able to previously reach.
Keith stared down at his mother's passion-contorted face, looking at the fullness of her nakedly heaving breasts as she continued to convulse beneath him, her mouth wide open, gasps of pure delight oozing from within her.
"Ahhhhhhhh . . . yesssss . . . s-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o . .. goooooooood.. . mmmmm ... I love it... I love it... I love it... my darling. . . my lover.. .my real man. . . my protector ... my sweetheart . . . so ... uuu uun-nnn nhhhhh . .. goo oooooddd . . ." she softly moaned while her never-ending flow of womanly juices mixed and blended with her son's blank semen, filling her hot cunt to overflowing, puddling out around his shrinking cock, the fluids catching in both their pelvic thatches, matting the curls together into painful little knots, as if by entwining their pubic hairs it would seal the vow of love they had made for one another. They were man and woman in a more complete sense than any other man and woman on earth at that moment, coming together, loving together, re-born, not as mother and son, but as lover and lover.
After a seeming eternity, Ellen's body began to relax as she felt her son slowly easing. Both their bodies were, for the moment, sated. So powerful was each orgasm, neither had the desire, at the moment for another; something that would change in the time to come.
Ellen's legs slipped from around Keith's body and fell to the mattress as she lay as if dead. Keith pulled his limp whang from her cunt in time for it to finish shriveling up and withdraw almost into his body. He rolled off his mother, and the two lay side by side, both aware there was no turning back from what they had begun, both aware they didn't want to turn back.
CHAPTER TEN
Ellen was in love all over again. She was in love with the fruit of her own loins. Her son was so much more of a man than his father would ever be.
Keith began expanding his knowledge of photography, and in less than a month after he had gone to work full-time, he had gotten his first raise. It wasn't much, but it brought home another ten dollars a week after taxes, and every little bit helped.
Ellen had the chance to meet lots of men where she was working as a receptionist, but none of them appealed to her. She measured them all against Keith and found them all wanting.
Neither mother nor son seemed to be able to get enough of the other. They had intended physically restraining themselves in the hope of prolonging their desire for one another, but the more they fucked, the more they wanted to fuck, and instead of losing any kind of desire or having the edge of sexual need blunted, both felt the overpowering urges more and more intensely with every passing day.
If Ellen took a shower, Keith was right there with her, and with the water cascading down on both of them, they would fuck wildly. If Ellen took a bath, so much the better, because Keith was able to climb into the tub on top of her and start pumping away into her cunt. Though there was a lot of oral/genital love, they concentrated mostly on different positions of fucking. Ellen bought books like the Karma Sutra and The Perfumed Garden, both of which went into lengthy detail when it came to describing the multitudes of positions, But the one thing Ellen wasn't willing to try again was ass-fucking. After the horror she had gone through with six different men plugging her rear-end, she was certain she would never be able to stand another connection back there. But Keith continued pressuring her, telling her they had to try it.
"Someday, when you get me in a really amorous mood, maybe," she kept telling him.
That day came toward the end of the year. It was a cold Sunday, and as usual, on Sundays, mother and son loafed in bed all day. They had dallied quite a bit, and he had given her a good, solid fucking after giving her a tongue-bath. More than an hour had gone by, and his cock was once again rising.
He turned his head and lowered it, and sucked her left nipple into his mouth as they nakedly sprawled on the big bed. Keith had installed a mirror on the ceiling so they would be able to Watch themselves in action. Feeling hunger for his mother rapidly returning, he continued nursing at her nipple, sucking, sucking, sucking.
"Ummmmmm!" he mumbled. "You always did taste good. When I was a baby, did you nurse me."
"Naturally," she nodded.
"No wonder I have this urge to keep sucking those luscious tits of yours. God, they're fantastic."
"Ummmmmm . .. honey.. . you really know how to make Mother happy, don't you," she sighed. "But then, being a part of me, I guess you feel what I feel, and what makes one of us happy makes both of us happy," she told him, the flames of desire continuing to build. "Oh, yes, that feels so wonderful, so good, so delightful."
"Yeah, well, Mom, there is one thing I'd like to try," he told her. "I know you felt hurt that one time the guys did it with you, but I noticed you also managed to come each time."
"You mean you'd like to put it in my rear?" she asked.
"Yeah."
His eagerly throbbing phallus pressed against his mother's upper thigh, twitching, communicating its eagerness at the mere thought of doing such a thing.
"Dear God!" Ellen gasped. "I remember how much it hurt at the time, and not one of those men was built as long or as thick as you."
"Well, they didn't take their time or use any lubricant," the boy adamantly insisted. "Besides, they didn't love you. I do."
His thoughts were still on the breathtaking image of his mother's large round asscheeks taking one cock after another between them. Jesus! He was able to see his own cock sliding into that tight nook, his hands spreading her asscheeks wide. He swallowed, feeling his heart and his cock hammering in time.
Wordlessly, the handsome skinny boy dropped his hungering mouth to his mother's soft, resilient mammary mounds, tasting the tender flesh, slowly circling one erect nipple, then the other. He sucked her left nipple into the wetness of his mouth, using his hungry teeth to gnaw at the tiny rubbery nubbin until a thrilled sigh of delight escaped from his mother's throat.
"Unnnnn hhhhh ... Keith, darling, I can't help it, I love you so much...." she told him, her body wrapped up in a turmoil of lust because her son's mouth felt as if it belonged on her breast.
His long, thick, hard cock was jerking against her upper thigh, making her aware of its lewd desire.
"Ummmm!" Keith mumbled as he pulled his mouth from her trembling breast, licking his lips. "Want more?"
"Yes, darling," she nodded. "It feels good, really good. It always feels good when you do it-much better than when your father ever made love to me," she said in lewdly incestuous invitation.
Her hands began wandering over her son's broad back as he spread her long, trembling thighs in anticipation. Forcing them wider, she smiled lasciviously at the boy.
Keith was also smiling as he continued kissing his mother's nipples, teasing each one with the pointed tip of his tongue. She moaned as he slid first one, then the other nipple between the sharp edges of his teeth. Then he lowered his face and pressed it into the sparseness of her pubic mound, feeling the leakage from her cunt as she anticipated what was to come. He began gently kissing her quivering cuntlips.
"Aaaa hhhh uuuu nnnn hhhh!" she gurgled. "That feels so good, so good! Keep doing that!" Her voice was all but inaudible, because anything her son did to her brought her to her peak in almost no time. She had begun having more than one orgasm at a time with him, and each one was a soul-stirring, strength-sapping blast of cosmic force that seemed to emanate from within and explode outward. He used his tongue on her clitoris for less than a minute, bringing her to the edge of satisfaction, and then he stopped.
"Ohhhhhh . .. n-o-o-o-o-o-o-o. . . you can't stop now ... not now. ..." she begged. "Please!"
"Your ass," he murmured insistently. "I have to fuck you in the ass. I have to fuck you everywhere in order to totally possess you."
Ellen was afraid, yet she was aware of the way her vagina was pulsing, flowing with heated liquid desire, a desire that seemingly fed on itself in spite of the idea that he wished to sodomize her. Her hand felt down, touching his cock, and she realized it was so solid, it was like brittle porcelain, and if relief wasn't forthcoming shortly, the organ might simply shatter.
She lifted her hands to his face, surrounded it, stared into his eyes, studied the hungry expression in them, then finally exhaled, and nodded, saying, "All right!"
Releasing Keith, Ellen rolled over onto her belly without being told. She remembered well-enough the position she had been forced to assume when six separate cocks had worked their way in and out of her narrow rectal tunnel. She lifted her pelvis from the mattress, balancing herself on her knees. Her naked asscheeks gleamed, their smooth roundness offering him a silent invitation, telling Keith he would be able to do anything he wished.
The boy pushed her thighs wider apart, crawling between them, using his knees to lever them even wider. Then panting rapidly, he spat on his middle finger and pressed it against the puckered ring of her anus. He began excitingly probing into her rectum, but her sphincter tightened, not wanting to let him in.
"Wow! Easy!" she gasped. "That hurts!"
"Sorry, I'll be more careful," Keith assured his mother, taking his finger away, not certain what to do next.
T have an idea," Ellen told the boy, and opening her night table drawer, she took out a jar of cold cream. "This should make things a lot easier for both of us."
The boy took the jar from her, a smile on his face. He understood without being told what he had to do. He poked his finger into the cream, about to cover his cock with it, but his mother stopped him.
"That's my job," she told him.
He gasped with lascivious delight when she took a gob of the stuff and smeared it all over his penis, spreading it with soft-stroking fingers. He lay back, spreading his thighs as he felt pleasurable sensations ripple through him.
Then she once again "assumed the angle" before him, kneeling on the bed, and he took the cold cream still on his finger and plopped it against her asshole, pushing it inside a little at a time. Then he moved his finger in and out, realizing the cream made entry into her ass almost too easy. He added a second finger and found her inner constriction a little tighter, and then he added a third finger.
"Unnnnh!" the kneeling mother moaned as she involuntarily clenched her naked buttocks together, trapping her son's fingers inside her rectum.
"Hurt?" Keith asked.
"A little uncomfortable being stretched," she admitted, "but no pain. I can handle it."
He continued thrusting his three fingers in and out, sinking them a bit more deeply each time. Soon she was moaning, enjoying the sensation of having her rectum reamed, and she realized how much she wanted release. He was touching nerve-endings in there, the same nerve-endings touched by all those penises the night of the party, but this time there was no dryness, and her membranes didn't feel as if they were being torn. Her nakedly kneeling body was drenched with perspiration as the wanton excitement continued building in her seething depths.
"I have to put it in," the boy insisted. "I can't hold back any longer, I just can't."
His cock felt as if it would smash at any moment. He had to get it into his mother's ass. He tugged his fingers out, and Ellen, for a moment, felt as if her rectum had been abandoned. It was suddenly a void in need of filling-at least until she attained her ultimate peak. God! She needed it!
On his knees behind his mother, Keith took a deep breath and aimed the lust-bloated point of his throbbing penis-covered as it was with the same cold cream inside his mother's ass-at the tiny pucker. Pressing it against the crinkle, the boy shoved. The heavy lubrication in her anus as well as on his cock was so thick his penis slid up through her asscrack rather than into her rectum. The boy realized there was too much lubricity, and he was going to have trouble fitting the organ into her.
"Damn it!" Ellen cursed. "Stop playing around and put it in!"
The boy behind her almost went berserk with need. He pulled back then thrust the head of his organ savagely against the starred little circle, his fist holding it in place. The strain was too much for the tight anal ring. Suddenly his virile young penis rammed its way inside, a single smooth stroke that carried it to its full length inside her rectum so that the head actually pushed into her colon.
"Oh, my God!" Ellen gasped, suddenly aware of the monstrous thickness of the phallus. "It hurts! Oh, Grid! Keith! Unh! You're . .. annnhhh . . . hurtinnnng meeeeee... too big... too big... take it out... take it out... ."
The boy's eyes rolled back in his head for a moment as he felt his mother's powerful rectal muscles squeeze his cock in a determined effort to "evacuate" it. But his hands clenched her hips and pulled her buttocks firmly against his body, and with an instinctive determination he thrust even deeper into the heated sponginess of her rear flesh. His tongue hung out like that of a panting dog as intensely forbidden pleasurable sensations washed over him.
Ellen twisted and writhed beneath her son like a gaffed fish, but all efforts to dislodge his cock were futile. Each movement only seemed to sink the phallic pylon a little more deeply into her rear tunnel. The boy was pulling on her hips, slamming his thighs all the more solidly against her rounded asscheeks until she finally felt his hairless testicles smacking against the lips of her cunt.
"Ggg ggaaaa nnnngg gghhhh!" she gasped out, making him aware of the fact that she was protesting his entry. "Please ... uuuu nnnn hhh ... it hurts, Keith ... it hurts. .. you're so much thicker and longer than any of those other men. I can't hold you!"
But her pitiful pleas were falling on deaf ears. Not that Keith had reverted to his old madness, but the aroused youth was so intense in what he felt, he wouldn't have been able to stop if life and death were dependent on his doing so. Finally his mother's sphincter relaxed, easing its powerful grip on his thickness, and he was able to start sliding his throbbing cock in and out of the tightness of her rectum.
"Jesus!" the boy gasped. "So tight! So tight! So much tighter than your tight cunt. .. yesssss... ohhhhh... so good...."
He was punctuating each word with a forward thrust of his hips, jolting his red-haired mother's white and shining body.
The helpless mother remained kneeling beneath her son, bent forward as if paying homage to the cock plundering her depths, almost paralyzed for the moment by the pain she was feeling. God! What a lascivious sight this must be. But she was unable to look up at the mirror on the ceiling.
She wondered if it would ever stop hurting. But even as she continued pitying herself, she felt a sudden shiver of delight course through her as she had all those other times when she had been raped back there. Little by little the pain was starting to fade. This time, the cold cream kept the way smooth, and as her membranes stretched and adjusted to what was no longer uncomfortable, thrills built higher and higher in her.
The boy began fucking all the harder into his mother's upthrust ass while his balls beat a continuous rhythm against her oil-seeping vagina. The virile, throbbing penis rammed in and out, in and out, his pubic hair mashing against the white asscheeks with each inward stroke, pulling the clinging pink flesh of her anus out with each backward stroke.
"Unh . .. anh .. . oooonnnhhh .. . hhhunh!" the boy gasped. "This has to be the greatest... oh, yeah...."
The submissively kneeling mother felt more and more thrills invade her quivering interior as sexual stimulation within built to heights she had never known, rippling outward from her cock-filled rectum, igniting smoldering fires in the seething depths of her pussy. Equally stimulating was the pressure of his testicles slapping her clitoral bud.
Writhing now in lascivious and unexplainable desire, the beautiful mother commenced to feel fiendish delight in her degrading position. She obscenely ground her white buttocks back against her son's thrusting hardness, deliberately experimenting and trying to find how she might attain the most pleasure as she slowly rotated her hips to increase the friction of his slenderly impaling penis against her clutching anal interior. She groaned, but this time it was with delight. Now she wanted nothing more than to go on enjoying this forbidden delight, because she knew a few more strokes would carry her to orgasm.
As if he had done this many times before, Keith reached beneath his mother's wriggling body with both hands, digging his fingers into her vaginal slit. One hand concentrated on probing fingers into her feminine foramen, while the other concentrated on massaging her clitoral bud. The feel of her quiveringly wet flesh under his fingers sent shivers of overpowering lust and rapture coursing through his already out-of-control body.
Ellen sucked in her breath, thrilling to the added enjoyment of his digital manipulations. There was no pain, no anger, no frustration. This was her loving son, the boy who cared about her more than did any other male on earth, and there was no shame in his fucking her any which way that pleased both of them since both found pleasure in one another they were apparently unable to find elsewhere.
"Good ... good ... so good. . .." the boy grunted.
A smile of delight and rapture covered the loving mother's face as she heard young Keith groaning with lascivious delight. But the smile rapidly faded as she found herself equally caught up in the turbulence of incestuous desire, desire caused by the youth's heatedly pistoning penis constantly rocketing in and out of her ravaged rectum. Then, like the far-off rumble of an approaching electrical storm, Ellen sensed she was about to be encompassed by a dual rapture.
"Hhhhhh uuuunn nngggg hhhh! Aaa aaannn ngg-ggh hhh! Gggggh hhhooo onnnng ggghhhh!" she gasped, her eyes tightly shut, a stupor building in her as she slammed wildly against the hardness of the man's rampaging penis. The naked young mother spread her thighs a little wider, lowering herself a bit more, giving her son even better access to her back door. She slammed her buttocks solidly back against the forward plunge of his virile shaft, feeling a wicked delight each time the youth's bloated testicles slapped against the sensitive edges of her vaginal lips, keeping time with the way his fingers dug into her cunt and massaged her extended clitoris.
"Gonna come ... gonna come ... gonna come...." the boy groaned, his voice hoarse, wild, somewhat inarticulate. But it was Ellen who came, first.
"AAA AAIIIIIEEEEE YYYYYA AAAAGG GGGHHH HUUUUU UNNNNN GGGGGH HHHHAA AGGGHHH!" she shrieked, feeling the dual orgasm overwhelm here.
The squeezing pressure of her ass was all the boy needed, and then he exploded, bellowing, "YYY YYA-AAA ARRRRR GGGGGH HHHAAA AANNNN NGGGGG GHHHHH AAAAAW WWWWWA AAA-RRR RGGGGG GHHHHH UUUUUN NNNGGG GGHHHH HAAAAG GGHHH!"
Cataclysmic flashes of intense thrills blasted through both of them as he fired jet after jet of scalding semen into her rectum. When it was finally over, both of them knew they would fuck this way again.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Because he was accepting his new responsibilities so easily, Keith was growing up faster than most youths his age. It was therefore inevitable that, young as he was, he eventually made Ellen's prediction come to pass. Not that he didn't love his mother, but as the days went by, she realized, even though he was no less amorous during their, bedroom forays, said forays seemed to be taking place with somewhat less frequency. The boy had gotten used to fucking his mother just about every night that she didn't have her period, and even then she had to blow him to keep him happy, or better yet, let him use her ass so that both of them were able to come. But now, almost a year later, toward the end of July, Keith had suddenly slowed down to three times a week. Ellen knew it had nothing to do with a lack of amorousness on the boy's part, because he was just as loving and attentive as ever when they did fuck.
It had to be another female. Her son was seeing some other female and giving that female some of what he had been giving her.
Ellen considered confronting Keith with it, but she remembered he was, after all, only a boy. Though he was shouldering many responsibilities-two more raises having brought his take-home pay to two hundred a week-he still had the mind of an eighteen-year-old, and now and again the boy did throw tantrums and go off on tangents. So she waited, thinking whatever was going on outside the house might possibly blow over. Then the roof almost fell in.
It was a Saturday evening, and when Keith came home, he had her with him. Ellen knew the moment she looked at the eighteen-year-old girl that she was the cause of everything. She was taller than Ellen, with short, ebony upswept hair. Her skin was tan, and she had features like a young Elizabeth Taylor. Her eyebrows were perfectly plucked, her brown eyes large and luminous, her nose short and slightly upturned, and a full, ripe, sensuous mouth. She was everything stunning, with full breasts like Ellen's, a small waist, and a somewhat narrower hip area. Her legs were long and lithe, and from the way she applied her makeup, it was obvious she was a model. No doubt Keith had met her while at work.
Her son introduced Ellen to Cookie Martin. It was obvious from the look in Cookie's eyes that she had something going with Keith, but it was equally obvious Keith had been discreet and not mentioned his relationship with his mother-yet. Still, it was only a matter of time-if Cookie was the one about whom Keith intended getting serious. The boy had made it perfectly clear a long time ago that he had no intention of letting his mother go, even if he did find another woman as his mother had predicted he would.
When Cookie spoke, her voice was clear, crisp, and somewhat authoritative. It was obvious the girl all but had Keith under her control, just as Keith had her, Ellen, under his control.
"Cookie's father is a widower," Keith explained to his mother. "He's going to be away for part of the weekend on business, and Cookie asked if she might stay with us."
Ellen knew there was no gracious way she would be able to refuse, but it made her angrier than hell. The weekends had still belonged to her, and now this woman was coming here with the intent of taking that away from her too.
"Sure," Ellen finally nodded. "You're welcome here, Cookie."
"Thank you, Mrs. Blackton," Cookie smiled.
CHAPTER TWELVE
That night, Keith took both, his mother, and Cookie to a nearby movie. Ellen wore a simple pink dress, while Cookie, stylish even when relaxed, had on her expensive Gloria Vanderbilt jeans and a Ship and Shore blouse.
After the movie, they returned to the house, had a snack, and Ellen, knowing she had to be discreet, excused herself, saying she was tired. She went to her bedroom, changed into a nightie, something she hadn't worn in almost a year, slipped under the covers, and waited in the darkness.
Less than a half hour later, Cookie and Keith came upstairs, Keith going to his old bedroom, and Cookie going to the guest bedroom at the end of the hall. Ellen heard them kissing good-night. Hell! She had no desire to be done out of her Friday night fuck. She would wait until the girl was asleep, and if Keith didn't come to her bed, she would go to his.
She waited almost an hour. From the steady breathing sounds coming from Keith's room, she realized her son had fallen asleep. Well he wasn't going to get off that easily.
Getting out of bed, she silently left her bedroom and began moving down the hall toward her son's room when she heard unmistakable sounds of movement coming from the opposite direction. She froze! Then she waited, and sure enough, she saw Cookie in a white nightgown, quietly approaching Keith's bedroom. Cookie didn't see Ellen because Ellen's nightie was black, a sexy item she had selected to try and arouse her husband's desires some years earlier. Ellen watched as Cookie moved to the doorway of her son's bedroom, and Cookie was momentarily bathed in the light of a street lamp across the street from Keith's window, the light shining into the room. Then Cookie stepped into the room, and Ellen, holding her breath, moved to the doorway and watched, angry, yet envious. Still, she decided she would keep silent. No matter how jealous she felt, this was something she would have to thrash out with Keith when Cookie wasn't around.
Cookie saw the sleeping form of Keith lying on the bed, and she licked her lips. Reaching out, she drew the sheet back that covered the boy's torso, revealing his body. He had filled out a little in the past year, looking more muscular, less wolfish. Yes, he was one beautiful hunk of male, and, as far as Cookie was concerned, he was going to be hers, all hers. He was her own age, yet behaved with more intelligence and maturity than many men ten years older.
Cookie sucked in her breath, feeling thrills traverse her slender body as her eyes focused on the thick, dormant penis, that same penis which had recently begun to give her pleasure-as much pleasure as .. . she smiled. That was another story, one she would share with Keith when the right time came, but not now.
Intently, her eyes locked on the penis, and without taking her gaze away, she hurriedly removed her nightgown. She looked so slender and delightfully fragile in the light of the mercury street lamp. It made her tan body look almost albino-silver. Ellen had to admit the girl was spectacularly proportioned. At least Keith wasn't allowing himself to be seduced by some shriveled-up, skinny nothing. When Cookie turned so that her profile was to Ellen while she tossed her nightgown on Keith's dresser, the street lamp hit her pelvis, and Ellen realized the girl had a hairless pussy. Ellen moved a little, stubbing her toe, and she was afraid the noise might attract Cookie's attention. But Cookie was so rapt in her desire for Keith, she heard nothing. She had forgotten about the existence of anyone other than the youth lying on the bed.
Ellen saw the sensuous curve of Cookie's flaring buttocks as the brunette moved toward the bed. The model stood poised for a moment, and it was a sight Ellen would remember for a long time-the first time her son was being fucked by another woman with herself being there. She watched Cookie lift her arms behind her head, running her fingers through her short, upswept, black hair, posing for Keith as if he were awake. Her soft, tan nippled breasts quivered. She had almost no areolae, but her nipples were thick and swelled immensely.
Languidly, she climbed onto the bed and straddled Keith as if she had done something like this all her life. Then slowly, ever so slowly, she began lowering herself down. Her legs were widespread, her knees digging into the mattress on either side of the sleeping youth's body. Her slender model's body formed an unforgettable tableau seen by the envious mother whose own cunt was watering heavily to where Ellen dug fingers into it, massaging the nubbin of her own clitoris. Oh God!
Cookie slid her thighs wider and wider apart, slowly lowering herself that much more. At the same time, the pulsing lips of her bare pussy spread wide open, the little bud of her clitoris already extending itself in anticipation.
Cookie had promised Keith she would behave while in his home, but his nearness was so exciting, she simply had to be with him. As long as his mother was asleep, everything was fine, or so Cookie thought. Now she was determined to bury his cock in her cunt and make them both come. The important thing was, once his cock was in her cunt, even if he woke up, and she expected he would, he would say nothing in order to keep from attracting his mother. Cookie had purposely left the bedroom door open in order to detect any sounds coming from the master bedroom, though she was so wrapped up in what she was doing, it would have taken the sound of something smashing to catch her attention.
Keith felt himself dreaming. His dreams were always about his mother, because he still adored her more than any other woman in the world. Granted, Cookie, coming into his life a month earlier, had disrupted his sex life with his mother to some extent, and Cookie was becoming a stronger and stronger influence in his life, but right now, she was still only second to his mother. He dreamed his mother was squatting on him, leaning over him. He reached up and put his arms around her nakedness, thinking how much slimmer she was. This didn't keep his cock from stirring, and little by little it became stiff and hard. It was soon a rigid pole of throbbing flesh that would rise high into the center of his mother's cunt. God! She would really love it! But then, she always did.
His cock was moving up, up against the tightness of the cunt above, and suddenly the youth awoke. It was no longer a dream; it was a reality, and that reality was Cookie.
"Are you insane?" he whispered. "What if my mother wakes up and finds us like this? I told you, not here."
But Cookie merely smiled, her eyes half closed with wanton desire and her face mirroring the turmoil taking place inside her. She rubbed her cunt back and forth against the fully rigid rod. It lay pressed against her wetly heated membranes, feeling it pulse against that secret entrance into her body. She leaned down, bringing her face closer to Keith's, her full breasts flattening themselves against his hairless chest, her tiny outer labia beginning a determined sliding up and down against the length of his completely stimulated organ.
Under the pressure of her moistening slit, and the soft feel of her cheek against his face as she breathed into his ear, he felt himself becoming more and more enthusiastic. God! Yes! He had to admit he loved fucking Cookie. She had strong muscles inside, and each time he pushed into her, it was like fucking a virgin. Not that he had ever fucked a virgin.
Ellen stared, watching Cookie move faster and faster, and her own finger massaged her clitoris that much faster. Cookie was building up maddening friction in the slit of her bare pussy, feeling her lovers bloated thickness swell to an alarming size as she sensuously rode it. She was unable to stop, and she felt the stiff head of his cock probe at her orifice each time her cunt slid across the tip.
"Christ!" the boy whispered, his head slamming back against his pillow as he felt wild tormented sensations rampantly running through his shuddering body. He jerked his body upward, matching the rhythm of the younger female, while she wiggled sensuously against the snugly fitting length of his cock pressing against the entire pink slash of her cunt. It would hurt when it first went into her. It always did, as did... that other cock. Once more, she pushed "that other cock" from her mind. Right now she was in love. Maybe it was only puppy love because it was the first time she was actually in love with someone her own age. She smiled to herself as she panted while riding the handsome youth, letting her slurping lips rub back and forth over the cock that was forced against his body. The length of his eager phallus jerked upward beneath her, and together they groaned with desire.
In spite of his earlier intentions, the boy was not completely responsive to the beautiful brunette model. He thrilled to the soft moisture of her velvet-lipped cunt moving tenderly back and forth along the length of his penis. The petite young body was jerking wildly above him, letting him know how impatient she was. Her hand moved behind her and sank between his thighs to rub his balls. The addition of her nimble fingers tracing maddening lines of lust along his scrotum was enough to drive the youth to the edge of sanity. He saw her face, bright and clear in the silvery street light, and then that face was moving toward his, filling his mouth and nostrils with the sweetness of the perfume she was wearing.
Sensuously, the brunette model's tiny, compact, but rounded buttocks settled backward against the solidity of the youth's firm thighs, and his ears picked up the sound of her staccato breathing. Her breasts, like balloons, were spread against her chest as she pushed herself into him, her nipples all but cutting into his flesh.
The boy realized the girl was all but raping him, and he loved it. Though he adored his mother, the simple fact was, he had always been the aggressor with Ellen. He liked having a woman come on to him.
Cookie moaned, it all felt so wonderful. She was spreading her slender tan thighs wide apart, moving her hairless pussy upward, and allowing the gentle, sensitive entrance of her teenage cunt to rest against the very tip of her young lover's thick penis, a penis as long and as thick as "that other penis." Reaching down, her fingers separated her sensitive inner vaginal labia, spreading them as much as possible. Then she tried pushing the smooth-domed cock inside the tiny circumference of the circle formed by her vulva. Cookie gasped a little, always afraid she was too tight, always thinking it was going to be impossible.
The frustrated model grunted out her disappointment, and tears streamed down her lovely face as she labored over the stiffness of her boyfriend's throbbing cock, trying to push it into her narrow little opening.
"Do it!" she gasped into his ear. "Do it, damn you!"
He reached forward, gripped her asscheeks, pressed the head of his cock against her narrow interstice, and pushed, jamming his knees into the mattress, shoving her down at the same time.
"Aaaaaaannnnnggggghhhhh!" Cookie gasped into his ear, whimpering with the initial pain she always felt when being entered. Falling forward, she all but collapsed on top of the man, feeling the thick fullness of his lustfully bloated cock pushed halfway into the vent of her vagina.
Then the tight little opening stretched, as it always did, and there was that burning, thrilling sensation spiraling around inside her as the cock rushed in and seemingly filled her entire body. It would only take her a few moments to recover from the acute shock of his entry as it did all the other times. But Keith was insistent on fitting every last little bit of his penis into her. The palpitations of her cunt were driving him insane.
Slowly now, conscious of his hold over her as well as of the fact that his desire for her was growing to where she would soon be on a par with his mother, he pushed upward again, yanking down on her buttocks at the same time, driving his lust-maddened cock inward, spreading her walls wide, pushing the entire length and breadth of himself into her.
"Nnnnnggggghhhhh!" she gasped, feeling herself being stretched again. She didn't know why, but her inner elasticity was such, that she would always return to the way she had been when a virgin. The only thing missing was her hymen. Fortunately, the elasticity worked both ways, allowing her to stretch so that she was able to contain unbelievable thickness. To date, she had known only two cocks. This one, and....
"You asked for it, honey," he whispered in her ear. "Now you're gonna get it, but good."
His teeth gripped her earlobe to keep her from moving her head away. Chewing on the lobe, he thrust his cock into her.
But through her delighted anguish, the beautiful brunette was only too well aware of the mounting passion that would bring her to orgasm quickly enough. She winced a little at Keith's roughness, but this was to be expected with so young a boy who, himself lacked patience. God! He felt good in there, even if stretching her had once again caused her some pain.
"Fuck me!" she gasped into his cheek. "Fuck me, hard!"
The boy dug his feet flatly into the bed and began a steady upward-thrusting rhythm, his urgently stabbing phallus pushing, shoving, filling, actually charging in and out, the entire length of it swallowed on every in-stroke. God! It was something unbelievable.
The first time, when he had been photographing her for a small magazine unable to employ its own photographer, she had asked him to her house, afterward, ostensibly to see her safely home. Besides, she didn't have a car, and he had the family station wagon. He had driven her to her house, which, oddly enough, was only a few blocks away from his own house, and she had invited him in. Before he knew it, she had undressed him and had given him the blowjob of his life. Afterward, he took to seeing her regularly, fucking her, usually in her own home, occasionally taking her to a motel. Her mother had died a few years earlier, and her father often went away on business trips.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah!" the boy whispered, "I'm gonna come real soon, now, real soon."
He knew telling her would get her that much more aroused, and his loins strained upward, feeling the elastic-rimmed tightness of her sleeve-like cunt slide down around his thick cock again and again. The bed bounced beneath the two of them as he flicked his hips upward with increasing hardness, feeling her cunt tighten and relax in perfect rhythm to the way he was fucking her.
He saw her, looking pale and shivering in the light of the street lamp as her body danced above his, pleasure filling both of them, a pleasure so intense Cookie was speechless for the moment, her low hum of joy the only verbal indication of excitement. The beautiful model began bouncing more wildly now, stabbing herself downward with all her might, aided by the boy's hands on her waist. She felt the tightly pressuring cock, hot and hard inside her, filling her everywhere, making her want to burst apart with the unbearable pleasure it was bringing her.
"Ummmmmahuuuuummmmm!" she moaned, thinking how much she was learning to love the boy. His cock felt beautiful inside her, but it was more than the cock. It was the entire boy. She loved him, really loved him, and wanted to make him love her. Except for... well, that other cock, she had never fucked anyone else, never seduced anyone else-yes, the other cock had been seduced in almost the same way she had seduced Keith tonight-and she was fast learning what it was to fall completely in love with someone. She still adored the other man, always would, always wanted him in part of her life, but she wanted Keith, as well. She had to have Keith. God! Give her Keith and.. . the other one... and she wouldn't ask for anyone else, ever.
The wet pink opening of the beautiful brunette's trembling vagina spread wider to admit every last centimeter of the penis that continued to steamroll its full length into her, and she began groaning incessantly, leaning forward, probing with her tongue as she tried reaching the back of his throat with it, total delight throbbing in every last little bit of her shuddering body. Low hums of ecstatic bliss rose in torrents from Cookie's throat as her lips twisted with passion, pressed as they were against his mouth. She felt a thin film of perspiration continually sheeting her as her naked body continued its maddening gyrations. This was ultimate lovemaking.
Ellen stared, realizing what she was witnessing was not raw sex alone. The girl sitting on top of her son was filled with passion, and such passion was indicative of love. She was jealous, but the funny thing was, her jealousy was not only for her son. For the first time she understood what her son had meant when he said he wanted her to share a bed with him and any wife of his. He wanted his wife and his mother to love one another with the same verve with which they would love him.
Cookie's lithe, somewhat experienced body was bursting to discover and learn more and more, aching to fill itself with desire and knowledge, knowledge she would never get from ... that other cock. Nebulous, rainbow-colored clouds seemed to fill her young mind, and she felt herself arching toward her long-awaited orgasm. Nothing mattered right now save that she achieve that climax. She was being fucked by the one youth in the world with whom she was in love, and she hoped and prayed he loved her, too. She didn't think she was capable of taking it if she discovered she was only another lay to him.
The hot, sodden flash of her thoroughly aroused vagina quivered and then began spasmodically jerking and shuddering around her lover's lust-driven pole of steel as the final tide of the oncoming climax made its penetrating stabs of thrilling delight felt. This was it!
Cookie began gurgling deep in her throat, and then she began crooning out her delight as the mounting lasciviousness overtook her nubile form. She felt every ridge and twist of the thrusting cock, and aware of it enlarging within her, she wondered if it would become brittle and snap somewhere. Excited beyond thought, the brunette trembled and surrendered her entire self to the miracle of orgasm as it washed through her cunt, and from her cunt to the rest of her body.
"HHH HHMMMM MPHHHH WWWWWW RRR-
RPH HHMMMM MPH-HHH HWWWWW AAA-AUU UUUUPH HHHHAA AAA WWW WWRRRR RRPHHH HMMMMP HHHHHH AAAAAW WWW-WAA AAAHHH HHHAAA AAMMMM HHH!" she tried screaming, but he had jammed his mouth to hers, and her kissing cries went down his throat, instead.
Beneath her, the passionately aroused young man, using perfect timing, felt his own loins release burning heat as his racing sperm blasted upward into the tightly clenching center of her womanly core. Great gushes of geysering fluid shot from him into her as the boy continued relentlessly stabbing his thrusting cock into her vaginal depths, climaxing, climaxing, feeling her own colorless fluids wash all around his upthrust cock. The spurting youth's semen washed the walls of her cunt, and mingled with her oils, eased down and out of her vagina, covering the base of his penis, flooding his pubis, then dripping to the covers below. Her hands grabbed wildly at his shoulders to keep herself in place.
The beautiful woman continued squirming and wriggling, moaning above him, her cunt clenching again and again, and the boy knew she was climaxing not once, but a multitude of times, and in rapid succession. The brunette wiggled from side to side on his slowly deflating cock, moving up and down, milking every drop of the cascading semen from his anxiously spurting cock.
She lay on top of him, now, unable to move. Cookie panted heavily, still clinging to Keith, and the boy held her tightly. Neither was aware that Ellen, who had watched the entire scene, had also come, empathizing with them.
Ellen was about to leave, when she heard Cookie say, "I love you, Keith. I've never said that to any man outside my family."
"I love you, too," Keith replied.
"What are we going to do?" Cookie asked.
"Eventually, tell our folks, but not just yet," he insisted. "There are still things that need ironing out."
Ellen turned and headed back to her room, once again filled with agony. "Things that needed ironing out," referred to her.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Ellen slept badly that night, but she finally did manage to sleep. The following morning, wearing a simple blue dress and white sandals, she was up, preparing breakfast when Keith, fully dressed, came down. He came to her, gathered her in his arms, kissed her tenderly, and said, "I'll be back later today, and you and I can really to town, Mother. But in the meantime, would you do me a favor?"
"Certainly," she nodded.
"Al, the guy I work with, is going to drop by shortly and pick me up. We have a morning wedding to cover. D'you think you can drop Cookie home? She only lives about a half mile from here, but I'd feel safer knowing she didn't have to walk."
"Of course," Ellen nodded, stiffening a little at the mention of Cookie's name.
"I like her, Mother," he said to her. "I like her a lot."
"I know," Ellen nodded. "I overheard the two of you, last night."
"But she's not going to take your place," the boy insisted. "If the two of you don't hit it off, she's the one who'll go, not you. I want my wife, whoever she's going to be, to love my mother, and I do mean love in every sense of the word."
"I'll take her home," Ellen told him, feeling a little mollified, but still unsure. If she were to lose Keith now, there would be no one for her to turn to, and she would be all alone. She didn't think she'd be able to bear that.
"You're not just a mother," the boy said, "You're a goddess, and I worship you."
"Just love me," she murmured.
"That goes without saying," he told her, kissing her.
Cookie came down about ten minutes after Keith had gone, and she graciously declined breakfast, telling Ellen that in order to keep her perfect figure, she had to skip one meal a day, and that meal was breakfast. She was wearing her Vanderbilt jeans and white blouse.
"Keith asked me to drive you home," Ellen said.
"Please don't bother," Cookie insisted.
"Oh, but I want to," Ellen replied, because she had to know where Cookie lived in case she had to go looking for Keith in a hurry. After all, he might be at Cookie's house.
"Well, then, thank you," Cookie smiled.
They left the house and got into the station wagon, and Ellen followed Cookie's directions. In no time, she had Cookie home.
"Oh, look!" Cookie exclaimed, pointing to the Ford EXP in the driveway. "My father is home. Please do come in and meet him."
Ellen felt she looked a mess, though the truth was she always kept her hair neatly combed and her makeup perfect, even when working in the garden. However, she succumbed to Cookie's plea, noting it hadn't really been a plea, but rather almost bordered on being a command. Cookie was a very dominant female.
Ellen went to the door of the attached home where Cookie lived with her father. They lived upstairs and rented out the downstairs.
Cookie opened the door and stood aside for Ellen to enter in front of her, then called out, "Daddy, I want you to meet someone."
A tall, handsome, black-haired man came from the kitchen through the living room. He was still wearing the gray pants to his suit, though his jacket was draped over the overstuffed chair in the living room. He had a glass of soda in his hand.
"Father, this is Keith's mother. Mrs. Blackton, this is my father, Arthur Martin."
"Art to my friends," the man smiled, extending his right hand.
"I'm Ellen," she replied, taking his hand.
"It's a pleasure, Ellen. Would you like to stay for brunch?"
"I just ate," Ellen replied. "Your daughter spent the night with us, and I brought her home." She put her purse on the coffee table.
"That was gracious of you," he smiled, his brown eyes two burning centers that had Ellen's head whirling. He had a somewhat long nose, thin lips, and a firm chin. The man, though a little on the portly side, was definitely good-looking, and definitely the stable kind. Ellen felt a longing in her, because this was the kind of man she ought to have married many years ago. If she had, she wouldn't be caught up in this incestuous craziness, now; a craziness she admittedly loved.
They made small talk for a while, and then Ellen excused herself, saying she had to return home. She left, went down the stairs after closing the screen door behind her but leaving the front door open. When she got to the station wagon, she realized she had left her purse behind, and turning hurried up the stairs again. Peering into the living room, she saw no one there and looked for a doorbell to ring. When she found it and pushed it, she discovered it didn't work. She was about to knock, when she heard the voices coming from the bedroom in the rear of the house.
"So he's really the one," Art was saying to his daughter.
"I think so," Cookie replied.
"Well, when are you going to tell him about us."
Suddenly, Ellen was intrigued, and quietly opening the screen door, let herself into the house and silently walked down the hall.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
There were only two bedrooms in the Martin home. The smaller one, to the left, was empty, and clearly was Cookie's room. The larger bedroom, to the right, was the master bedroom, and Art and his daughter were in there, talking. Ellen stood back, barely able to see, listening.
"I'll tell him," she assured her father. "I mean, I do love him, and I have to make certain he loves me enough to accept you."
"Just remember," her father said, "what's between us was initiated by you. You were the one who came into my bedroom, took off my pajamas while I was asleep, and had me so hot and bothered that when I woke up, I had no choice but to take your virginity."
"And fuck me regularly ever since," Cookie said, and Ellen's breath caught in her throat.
"I don't deny it," he nodded. "But I'm alone, Cookie. Your mother has been dead a good many years, and I don't relish the idea of picking up strange women. What's between us has been your choice, and I admit I don't want to see it end."
"It won't end, Father," Cookie told him. "I think Keith loves me enough so that he's willing to share me with you."
There was silence, and Ellen risked looking inside, seeing father and daughter hungrily kissing. She realized they had a relationship exactly like the one she shared with Keith.
Art felt his erection rising to a bulge under his pants as he pressed his daughter's limber form to him. One hand found the roundness of her buttocks, and his other hand went to her blouse and unbuttoned it. He pulled it off, then unhooked her brassiere and removed that, as well. Urgently, his hand found her full, tan naked breast with its tan nipple and closed around it as if gripping it for salvation.
Her breast was something carved from amber in the sunlight, tan and hot to the touch, filled with blood that coursed through it. With a low groan, the man lowered his head and took the pointed, dark-tipped nipple into his mouth. Immediately her hand came up to press gently on the back of her father's head.
"Wait!" Cookie gasped, and Ellen thought she might have been spotted. She held her breath, but saw Cookie stepping back and undoing her jeans, peeling them down. Now she was totally naked, looking like a brunette version of Botticelli's Venus Rising From The Sea. Her breasts rose and fell softly on her ribcage, moving with her breathing. To her father, the high-hung, heavy breasts were like ripe fruit hanging on the slender trunk of her torso. As he watched, she lifted her arms and extended them to him, inviting him to return to her, and he wasted no time doing so. First, he removed his own clothing, then grabbed his daughter almost viciously and crushed her lovely nakedness to his own, but not before Ellen had seen his hard, masculine body, hairy, muscular and wide, deep-chested, with the littlest bit of pot belly. But it was his penis which caught Ellen's attention most rivetingly. It stood out from his loins as long and as thick as Keith's, a murderous tool which, if improperly employed, would tear a woman inside-out.
The man lifted his daughter in his arms as if she weighed nothing and carried her to the bed where he lay her down. He straightened up and stared at her, hands on hips, penis jerking out in front of him. Cookie looked up, smiled again, and once more held her arms out to her father.
"Lovely bitch!" the man muttered, and hurled himself between the spread-apart portals of her wide-open thighs. Cookie lay back and cushioned the man, her arms closing firmly around his back. His mouth found the hollow between her neck and shoulder while his hands continued clenching and unclenching the cheeks of her buttocks.
Art moved off slightly to the side and lay looking at the perfection of his daughter's naked body. Cookie's head was turned a bit away from him, and Ellen was able to see her face in the mirror. It was as passionate as it had looked when the girl had been with Keith.
The man's hand came up to enclose one thrusting breast as his mouth hungrily engulfed the other. He licked up one great peak to the summit of her nipple, feeling it vibrate under his tongue like a tuning fork. There was that wonderful natural taste of her as he licked the entire breast, making it wet with gleaming juices until the full mound quivered in the sunlight.
Shifting a bit more, Art lay across his daughter and grabbed both breasts in his hands, holding them in his greedy mouth. Like twin ice cream cones he sucked them in turn, tasting them again and again, making the nipples continually quiver though they were harder than gold nuggets. Leaning down, the man actually bit into the tender bud of one nipple until his daughter gasped, "Onh."
"Like it, baby?" he asked.
A low, guttural moan was her only reply, but her hands moved to her father's head and held it there as his mouth returned to her breasts. Her fingers traced his eyebrows, eyelids, nose, lips, and jawline. She shook, unable to keep herself under control.
With his hands still on her heaving breasts, he slid down a little and stabbed his tongue into the indentation of Cookie's navel. She gasped, arching her lovely body, her hips lifting, straining up to him as her hands caught his strong forearms and held onto him. Finally the man's mouth arrived at the bare space where her pelvic hair used to be. That secret place of entry was no secret to him. He tickled the top of her slit with a fingertip, then with both hands spread her tantalizing labia wide until he was able to see inside. The folds looked like security locks, fold upon fold, with yet another fold inside. But to him, this hollow was the pathway to paradise. He slowly leaned forward and let his tongue lick along the inside of one of her thighs. Then he slurped his tongue across the outer flesh of her labia minora, lapping at the clitoris at their apex. Her body once again arched, and as it did so, the man lifted his face, moved forward, and said, "Here it is my love, all of it!"
With a single lunge, he slowly forced his way into her narrow tightness, pushing, pushing, pushing, as her contracted walls squeezed around the throbbing cock and she felt pain, pain, and more pain. Cookie was so tight, the man felt' it in his eyeballs.
The beautiful brunette thought her father had divided her equally in two. The pressure was incredible, and she thought she would surely faint with the pain. It was as if she had once again been skewered straight through the length of her body, the gigantic spike cutting through her heart and digging into her throat.
Her hips sank into the mattress as if trying to pull away from the painful weapon, but there was no way to pry herself loose from it. She was stuck on the huge, pulsing organ, pinned on it like a helpless butterfly.
Easing back a little, the man flexed his buttocks and sent his throbbing organ jerking into his daughter's depths like a two-edged knife. At the same time his tongue stabbed into her mouth, making her gurgle with pain. Her hands pushed at his shoulders and she strained and squirmed trying to ease herself from under him; but there was no escaping the stabbing cock.
Slowly, little by little, she felt the knife ease out of her, and breath filled her lungs, exiting through distended nostrils. Now only the head of his cock beat inside her cunt, then the full length was stabbing in again. God! It was so huge, so hot, so hard. Cookie had been really lucky in her choice of Keith, not only as someone to love, but because his cock was very close to her father's in proportions, and as a result she always felt the same no matter which man fucked her. At the moment, her father was driving his penis in at blurred speed, making her feel hotter than ever.
Rising on his toes, Art slowly continued screwing his pulsing, hammering blood-engorged cock into her, screwing it spirally into her cunt, and in almost no time her howls and gasps of pain turned to mewls of delighted pleasure.
"Yesssss ... yesssss ... do it, Daddy, do it, do it, do it!" the beautiful brunette panted, pussy filled with the wonderful bruising length of the masculine organ to the point where her head was spinning.
Twinges fluttered through her loins, twinges she knew well each time she received him, rotating her lovely hips in a squirming motion so that he felt everything from the tip of his cock right down to the base.
"This ... the ... way . .. you ... like ... it ... baby?" he asked, as he once again stabbed his pulsing cock forward, his hips thrusting heavily as he drove into the tightness of his daughter's widespread pussy, feeling the burning rubbery walls of her elastic tunnel close tightly around him each time he sank in, absorbing his vicious tool as if intent on turning his flesh to liquid and then sponging him up. His full length was inside her now, the vaginal tunnel hot and flooded and tight as he felt his blood-bloated head slam against her cuntal back wall while his sperm-bloated balls smacked against the firmness of her tan asscheeks, below. Flexing his penis, he heard her moan as her walls were once again widened.
"Oh, God! Yes, yes, yes, Daddy!" she gasped, rotating on his throbbing penis, trying to pull it ever deeper into her tunnel. She strained to meet his pounding pound of flesh, her loins lifting to each one of his driving jerks until her ass came off the mattress completely. He was aware of her thighs wrapping themselves around his hips as she struggled to climb his pole, laboring frantically, incessant mewls coming from her whining lips.
"Hangh! Hangh!" Hangh!" the man grunted as he continued thrusting his cock into his daughter's narrow well.
Cookie felt thrill after thrill make her body reverberate as her father continued plunging ever harder into her seething cunt. He was surging into her like a maniac, and the feel of his testicles smacking against her white buttocks made her strain to pull even more of him into her, as if such a thing were possible. She opened and closed her thighs rapidly, clenching the man feverishly as she strove to meet his driving tempo, a tempo that accelerated every second, now. Oh, the wild sweet feel of a hard cock in her cunt and a hard man in her arms; especially when that man was her daddy.
With powerfully long, driving strokes, Art rammed into his daughter brutally, but now all her cries were those of total rapture, tears of happiness coursing down her cheeks in wanton abandon. The pressure in his testicles was intoxicating to the point of being painful. God! He knew he wouldn't be able to hold out much longer. Soon now, very soon. He was straining to reach that final plateau, sweating bullets as he felt her reaching with him, knowing she would be there when he got there.
"Anh! Anh! Anh!" Cookie gasped, moaning out loud under her father's driving body, opening and closing her legs around his hips as she worked a pagan rhythm up and down the full length of his skewering pole, climbing him feverishly. Cookie heard her dad's fevered grunts above her own, and distantly, she heard the sound of roaring surf in her ears as her orgasm came closer.
Art was pounding into the homestretch now, hitting into his daughter with flesh-splitting crashes, driving his rock-solid cock into the clasping mouth of her anxious vagina. Her hands, soaked with perspiration, found it difficult to hold, to cling, to him. His hands somehow managed to grip the orbs of her ass, his fingers coming into contact with the puckered brownie that was her anus. A small stream of hot wetness was streaming down over the crinkle from the clenching hole his cock was solidly fucking. He ran a finger around the tiny puckered opening, feeling how wet it was with his daughter's secretions, and he began probing experimentally, knowing her asshole was no less tight in its own way than her cunt. He jabbed forward solidly with one finger, and the rubbery opening yielded a little bit. Then his finger was in to the first knuckle, the tight elasticity closing around the digital probe.
"Ghhann ggghhh! Gggaaannn ggghhh!" she gasped, her body suddenly arching even more at the lancing pressure of the finger being thrust into her rectum. God! It would hurt at first, then it would turn good, like everything else.
Cookie threw herself forward and back, forward and back. She was imprisoned, firmly impaled on a multitude of driving probes-a huge phallus in her pussy, a finger in her asshole, and a tongue in her mouth. Passion was madly filling her to the point where she was unable to decide where the pain was ending and the delight beginning.
With his finger pressing against the thin, membranous wall that separated her asshole from her cunt, Art was unable to feel his own cock moving in and out of his daughter's bouncing tunnel. He began timing his digital and penile thrusts to match, filling both tunnels at the same time.
Cookie groaned wildly under her father. She began thrashing about insanely, moving forward and back, locked onto two immovable objects. As always, her father managed to make it all so good for her, just as Keith always made things good for her. She didn't have to try any other males to know none of them would have been as good. She simply knew. At the moment her entire inner being was reaching, reaching, reaching for the end of all being. Everything had fallen away from her but her exquisite inner sensations, and she was open to anything and everything her father wanted her to feel. She was completely thrilled by the thrust of his finger in her rectum, backing into it with as much verve as she lifted her cunt to the piling that filled her tantalized cunt.
"That's it, baby, that's it, fuck harder, harder, harder," the father panted in an ecstatic agony of wanton delight. His balls were all aflame and so totally loaded he thought the outer casing of skin would split like that of a frankfurter.
Ellen stared, amazed at what she was seeing, realizing this man represented what her son would be like in thirty years. He not only had the equipment, but he knew how to use it. He would be such an easy man to love if he was as gentle and as good as he had initially appeared. A plan was already beginning to form in the back of Ellen's mind, and she knew if she was able to make things come to pass, then the future for all four of them would be a lot brighter. Still, it was possible a man who fucked his own daughter might think that acceptable while looking down on a woman who would permit her son to fuck her. It was a matter of opinion. She only hoped he would be as open-minded with her and Keith as he wanted Keith to be with him and Cookie.
At that moment Cookie's legs jackknifed, and the entire expanse of her upturned crotch was presented to her father's ferocious driving cock. Her eyes were rolling up in her head as she was caught up in the maddening throes of wanton passion, her dark hair wild, her lovely face madly contorted with excruciating ecstasy as she strove harder and harder for her ultimate release.
"DAA AAAADD DDDYYY YYYYYY ... YYY YYAAAA ANNNNN GGGGGH HHHHH ... IIIIIM MMM .. . HHHHHU UUUUUU NNNNGG GGGHHH HH... COMMMMIIIIIN NNGGGG GAAAAA GGGGHH HH ... OHH HHH ... MORRRRE ... MORRRRRE ... GIVE ME MORE ... MORE ... MORE ... FUCK!"
Her banshee wail bounced off the bedroom walls and went out into the hallway where Ellen was standing. Fortunately it was an old house with thick walls, and before the wail reached the front door, it had expended itself.
Art felt the hairs stand up on the back of his neck and his bloated balls felt ready to burst. The heat was unbearable, and he gasped like a dying fish in its death throes as he continued brutally battering his body against that of his daughter. She spasmed convulsively against him, and then he felt the dam beginning to break.
Cookie's legs locked tightly around her father, and her hips writhed in a wild dance of joy as bliss poured out of her wide-open mouth and filled the room. Art's huge load rocketed into the seething depths of her pussy as her interior strained to take more. The flow rushed into the narrow channel as he pulled his finger from her rectum. One frenzied gush after another poured into her in never-ending bursts as he panted out, "HHH HHAAAA AAUUUU WWWWWA AAA-AAN NNNNGG GGGHHH HHAAAA AGGGGH HHHHHA AAAARR RRRRGG GGGHHH HHU-UUU NNN NGGGGG GHHHHH AAAAAW WWW-WAA AAGGGG HHHH!"
Art felt as if every drop of fluid in his body had turned to semen and was pouring into the center of his daughter's cunt where it would remain until washed out. Sticky tides of cream gushed heavily into her, flooding her every crevice and pooling in the depths of her recesses. With every spurt, the man felt some of his strength ebb into the receptive cupola of his daughter's cunt.
Convulsions shook both of them as they spasmed again, again, and then again. Their bodies pressed against one another as if by straining hard enough, each one might be able to get inside the other.
At last Art fell off his daughter and lay beside her, a totally exhausted man. "Is he this good?" he asked.
"Yes, Daddy," Cookie panted.
"Now all that remains to be found out is, will he understand?"
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
The time had come for Ellen to make her move. She had the upper hand at the moment and she knew it. She knew the secret of the Martin family while they had yet to learn the secret of the Blackton family. She had to use her advantage or lose it. If she lost it, she might lose her son, as well.
Walking into the bedroom, she said, "I'm sorry for intruding, but I left my purse here."
"Oh, my God!" Art Martin gasped.
"Mrs. Blackton!" Cookie shrieked.
"I think the time has come for us to do some serious talking," Ellen said to them.
"Otherwise you'll tell about us?" Art asked.
"Don't be ridiculous," she chastised. "How would it benefit anyone if I told what went on here just now."
"Are you saying you'll keep quiet no matter what?" Art asked.
"That's right," Ellen nodded.
"No blackmailing me to keep my daughter away from your son?"
"No."
"If you overheard everything, then you just know that my daughter intends telling your son everything, and the only way she'd be willing to set up permanent house with him would be if he was willing to share Cookie with me."
"Under certain conditions I'm certain my son would be most agreeable," Ellen told him.
"What conditions?" Art asked.
"The ones we're going to discuss, right now," she replied.
"Would you mind if we put on robes, first?" Art asked. "I mean, you have us at a definite disadvantage."
"Which is where I intend keeping you until we've finished talking," Ellen told him. "Oh?" he asked.
"Yes, besides, I like looking at a well-hung man like yourself. You don't have anything to be ashamed of, so why hide it from me."
"Why do I have the very definite feeling you're trying to come on to me?" he asked.
"Right now you're in no shape for anything like that," Ellen laughed. "Right now, what we're going to do is talk."
"Hey, I hope you two haven't forgotten I'm part of this," Cookie insisted, sliding to the edge of the bed.
"A very important part," Ellen nodded. "At the moment, the two of you have a deep, dark secret, one that you must feel some shame about or else you wouldn't worry about it being revealed."
"It has nothing to do with shame," Art insisted. "Other people in the community have very definite ideas about incest. Both Cookie and I would lose lucrative careers if this became known. Also, we might well be arrested since it's against the law."
"Then you agree that in spite of certain laws, what the two of you have been doing is not really wrong."
"Most certainly," Art nodded.
"Ah, but what if someone else was doing it?" Ellen asked. "Suppose you were to discover another family involved incestuously. Would you think the less of them because of it?"
"If a father was forcing a daughter into something like this, yes, I would definitely be against him," Art replied. "But if it was something mutual on both parts, and if they did it out of love as Cookie and I do it, then I'd be the last person to chastise them."
"Suppose it was a mother and son instead of a father and daughter, and suppose they did it out of love, what then?"
"I would feel no different," Art insisted.
"Hey, wait a minute," Cookie broke in. "I get the definite feeling you're trying to tell us something, Mrs. Blackton."
"Do you, Cookie?" Ellen asked. "Tell me, suppose Keith came to you with the same proposition you were going to offer him? Suppose he said to you, I'll marry you if you're willing to share me with my mother? What would you do then?"
"Well, gee, I don't know, I mean...."
"You're hedging," Ellen said to her.
"No!" Cookie snapped. 'That's not so. If Keith was in love with you the way I'm in love with my dad, and he wanted you to join us in our marriage bed because it would enhance our marriage, I would definitely agree to it."
"And how would you feel about it?" Ellen asked Art. "I'd love it," he laughed. "I mean, it would open some really interesting possibilities, wouldn't it."
"Very interesting possibilities," Ellen said, smiling.
"I mean, if the kids did marry, and Keith and I shared Cookie, and, just for the sake of argument they also shared you, why what would prevent you and me from becoming friendly, too?"
"Not a damn thing," Ellen told him, smiling even more broadly. "Not a damn thing in the whole world."
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
The time had come to break the news to Keith.
Ellen and Art had come to an agreement. If the kids wanted, they would marry. Since Ellen's house was the larger home, Art would move in with Cookie on a trial basis. He would retain ownership of his own home and sublet the upstairs. Then the four of them would see whether or not they would be able to form a happy menage-a-quatre.
But before saying anything to Keith, Ellen wanted to make certain she and Art were compatible. Hell! What would be the fun of letting her son marry a kinky girl who slept with her father, if the father turned out to be a lousy lay where she, Ellen, was concerned.
"I'm going to cheat on my son," Ellen had told him that day. "And you," she said to Cookie, "will never, but never tell him, under any circumstances, at any time."
"Well, sure, if it'll be the thing that'll get me closer together with Keith. You see, I do love him, Mrs. Blackton."
"If you marry Keith, you'll be Mrs. Blackton," Ellen told the younger girl, "while if your father and I are compatible, I'll become Mrs. Martin. So instead of trying to figure out last names, it might make sense for you to call me Ellen, just as I'll call you Cookie."
"You're an okay lady," Cookie agreed.
So the three of them had spent the rest of the day talking. Ellen had whipped up an early dinner for them, showing them what a terrific cook she was, and after, when Art had regained his strength, she said to him, "Well, d'you think you can make me feel good all over?"
"Over, under, and inside-out," he smiled. "If I don't, I don't deserve to sport this," he said, waggling his dangling cock.
"Just a minute," Cookie broke in. "I have no intention of being left out of this. Tell me, Mrs. Bl... I mean, Ellen, have you ever done anything with a woman, before?"
"No," Ellen replied, knowing she ought to feel aghast at the suggestion, yet her body tingling at the thought, since she had felt the urge to love both, her son, and his new-found girl-friend when she had witnessed their fucking the previous night.
"Well suppose you and I warm ourselves up a bit with Dad watching. I'm curious to see if we can bring each other off before we go ahead and use a cock. I don't know about you, but I do know about me, and it's always possible for me to come with either Dad's cock or Keith's. How about it?"
"Well I know I always come with Keith's, and I always came with my ex-husband," Ellen admitted. "All right, I'll give it a try."
"Dad," Cookie said, "you just stand there and watch."
Ellen noted once again that the girl was the dominant personality. She was controlling her father at this point. Without being told, Ellen lay down on the bed in the bedroom, her entire body throbbing with anticipation. Cookie caressed Ellen's ribcage as she knelt on the bed beside the red-haired woman. Then she caressed Ellen's hips, her smooth belly, and then placed both hands between Ellen's thighs to cup the quivering softness of her vaginal pout. Then the lovely brunette lay down on top of Ellen's pulsing body, mounting her as a male might do. Cookie's mouth reached out and sought Ellen's, and her lips were sweet, her tongue a flickering blister that searched over Ellen's tongue, asking to be loved in return.
Breast to breast, belly to belly, the two women lay gasping together, Ellen becoming more and more aroused with every passing second. It was all so new to her, so deliciously depraved, so good.
"I've never done anything like this before," Cookie whispered. "So forgive me if I seem awkward, Ellen. But let me tell you right now, I can feel the desire emanating from you, and I think, in time, I'd be able to love you as much as Keith does."
"I've ... uhhhh ... never done anything like this before, either," Ellen admitted. "But God! It feels good!"
She arched her back, lifting her knees high so she would be able to wrap her slender legs tightly around the brunette's slim waist. The two of them were rocking and heaving together, the lips of their vaginas rubbing wetly, one hairy crotch against one shaven one, pressing, kissing, and meeting with primeval hunger to devour.
Ellen realized that save for the missing length of cock inside her cunt, this was almost exactly like fucking a man. Granted, she missed the penetration, still, the kiss of pussy to pussy was definitely enjoyable, and her own outstanding clitoris was rubbing against that of the younger girl, and each time contact was made, it was as if two match heads were being rubbed. Ellen had to admit, Cookie definitely had a full-lipped, rich, pouting vagina, and her flesh was unquestionably as smooth as satin. The brunette's mouth was a damply demanding oven that drew Ellen's tongue all the way in.
Joyously the red-headed mother abandoned any residual clinging to outmoded tradition, pressing her feet firmly into the mattress and surging her cunt upward against the hot caress of Cookie's cunt. Each time their clitorises rubbed, a violent thrill shot through both their bodies, and the perspiring pressure of their meeting bellies, the slippery humping back and forth of their womanly pouts made every erotic sensation that much more electric.
Twisting, pulling her future daughter-in-law's crotch violently against her own, Ellen fucked savagely upward as if a cock were being thrust into her. Slippery and skidding, wet and greasy, their labia rubbed against each other repeatedly. The two pounded solidly against one another, wiggling, squirming, rotating, vibrating, and Cookie was the first one to cry out.
Desperately the red-headed woman clamped the lovely young brunette in her arms, her teeth raking across those of the younger girl, her legs squeezing tightly around Cookie's waist. Their vaginas rubbed and vibrated, moving with a sloshing rhythm together, glued, yet unglued because of the slipperiness of the sticky lubrications.
Ellen's head whirled, and she found it difficult to catch her breath. She was out of breath and fell back, unable to move. Cookie's mouth fastened itself on one of her nipples. That was when the wave of bloated orgasm rose from within Ellen's cunt and blasted through the rest of her body, tremors tearing this way and that, making her shudder and quake with wanton desire and release.
"YYY YYAAAA AIIIIY YYYYYE EEEEAA AAG-GGG GGHHHH HAAAAA GGGGGH HHHHHU UUUUUH HHH!" she shrieked as soft, hot, wet crazy colors intermingled before her eyes, a crazy quilt of shades making every nerve in her body tingle erotical-ly with a diffusion of love spreading from her pores that Ellen felt would spray-paint the room.
She had, in a way, fucked, and been fucked by, her son's girl-friend, and the sensation was unbelievably wonderful, changing her sensual outlook once and for all. There was nothing wrong with sex as long as it was between two people-or more than two people-who really felt love for one another. If the other person she loved happened to be female, well so be it. This was something new for Ellen, and like everything else, it was beautiful.
Ellen lay there as Cookie rolled off her and she remembered all of a sudden that Cookie's father had been watching the entire thing. He was standing against the dresser with his arms folded, enjoying it, aroused by it, transfixed at this point because he had never seen two women making it.
Cookie walked over to her father, reached out, and let her forefinger touch his definitely rigid cock. Ellen saw colorless ointment come oozing from the tip. No question about it, he was definitely aroused.
At Cookie's instruction, the man lay down beside Ellen, his throbbing cock standing up, looking very much like the Washington Monument. It was a fabulous erection.
"Just a minute," Ellen said. "One thing I want understood about our relationship is, there are no bosses. We're all equal. So if it's all right with you, Cookie, I'd like to take charge for a while."
"Be my guest," Cookie nodded.
"Fine. You go and stand by your father's head. Excellent. Knee your way onto the bed and spread your thighs around his face. Let him stare up into your juicy pussy."
Cookie positioned herself as Ellen had instructed, and then Ellen knelt on the bed with her own thighs surrounding the massive pale of his pulsing cock. The man lay quietly, passive, his arms at his sides, but his eyes open and staring into his daughter's dripping pandiculation. His cock betrayed his excitement, twitching, emitting more and more oils, letting them soak his penile head and make it gleam brightly.
Ellen said, "We're going to use your father between us, Cookie. He's going to suck your vagina while I take the swelling out of that huge, eager cock of his."
"I've never had two women before," Art gasped.
"Then it's time you did," Ellen smiled, then looking at Cookie, she moved her pussy a little lower, so that her cuntlips were rubbing against the top of his penile head.
Cookie lowered her own crotch a little, a film of perspiration breaking out all over her in anticipation of what was to take place. Her kneecaps were touching her father's arms as she thought how she had been fucked earlier by this man, then clit-fucked by the woman, and now her father was going to eat her cunt.
"Now," Ellen instructed, and she lowered her cunt a bit more as she reached down, grabbed the base of the man's throbbing penis, and poked the spongy head of the phallus into her vaginal depths. With the cock-head inside her, she reached out to Cookie, rested her hands on the brunette's shoulders, and slowly pushed her lower.
A hot, wet shock jolted through Cookie's body as her cuntlips came into contact with her father's mouth. For just a moment Art hesitated, then uttering a soft moan, the man opened his mouth and his tongue probed up and through the wet, oily folds of his daughter's steamy cunt, probing into the wet vaginal cave.
"I'll say he is," Ellen nodded, clenching her hand around the thick cock as she eased more of it into her tight tunnel. Keep your eyes on the way his cock is easing into me, honey. It's my first time riding this beauty, and I have a good feeling it's not going to be my last. Unnnnh! It's all the way in, now."
Staring, Cookie noted the way her father's ultra-thick penis worked its way through the rich pink folds of Ellen's cunt, sinking to the limit in her vagina. It was a stunningly wonderful sight, a thrilling sight, in fact, and she began grinding sensuously against her daddy's wide-open mouth as she saw the distended length of cock move in and out of the sucking center gobbling it up.
He was mumbling something into the blazing center of her feminine grotto, and his tongue lapped into her like that of a kitten slurping at a bowl of milk. She automatically began sliding back and forth, back and forth, feeling his tongue rub against her clitoris, grinding it against his teeth, his chin, and then slamming it backward until it touched the tip of his nose.
The two females leaned toward one another, their breasts slowly coming into contact again, and then their mouths were kissing as if it was the most natural thing in the world. Ellen continued riding up and down on the thick phallus, rotating her center at the same time so that his thick cock stretched every wall in her narrow cunt, and her mouth was filled with the tongue of the other girl, her own tongue dueling with it, giving as good as it got.
Cookie hadn't really been certain how she would take to watching another woman being fucked by her father, but by now she felt a close kinship with Ellen, and as a result, felt elated knowing her daddy was plowing into this woman as he so often pumped into her. The only difference was, Ellen's cunt was not quite as tight as hers, and though Ellen was able to squeeze solidly around the phallic spire, Cookie knew her father would miss the almost-virgin-tightness of her own cunt. But another bright side to all this was that if she did marry Keith and her father did marry Ellen, then both men would always have at least one cunt to fuck since it was unlikely that both women would be having their periods at the same time.
"Unh! Daddy... Daddy... Daddy...." the beautiful brunette gasped, humping that much faster on her father's face, thrilling to the natural way he used his tongue and lips, letting both work on her clitoris and the lining of her vagina. He sucked, siphoning her juices, as well as some juices she had picked up from Ellen's cunt, before. Hot oils of rapture poured down his throat.
"F-fuck me . . . fuck me . . . fuck me ... fuck me...." Ellen gasped, and slammed her full breasts that much harder into the equally large breasts of the black-haired girl. "Oh, God! Art, you big-cocked son-of-a-bitch, shove it all the way inside my cunt-fill my pussy-fuck me!"
Cookie shook and trembled, her breasts bouncing wildly as she continued wildly riding her father's mouth. She felt her orgasm beginning to approach, and she knew there would be no stopping it. Reaching forward, she clamped her mouth against that of the red-headed woman, urging her nipples to all but cut into Ellen's flesh. Cookie's ass was swinging and sliding as her cunt sloshed all over her father's face while she forced her tongue deep into Ellen's mouth.
Keith's mother reached out and all but clawed her nails into the lovely brunette's back as she raked her teeth across those of the desirable model. Both sucked at one another's tongue, each moaning in explosive rapture, and then they came, each screaming into the other's mouth as they kept on kissing.
"EEEEE YYYYYIIIIIIEEEE AAAAIIIIIEEEEE AAAAA GGGGGG HHHH IIIII GGGGG HHH!" Ellen shrieked, feeling the thick length of cock bring her to a rapid peak as good as anything her son had ever made her feel.
"AAAAAA YYYY AAAAA GGGGG HHH UUUUUU NNNNN GGGGGG HHHH AAAAA -GGGGG HHHHH UUUUU NNNNNN RRR GGGGG HHHH AAAAAA UUUU WWWWW AAAAA GGGGG HHH UUUUUU GGGG HHH!" Cookie gasped, clinging even more tightly to Ellen.
Art felt his own simmering inner furnace bubbling up, and he gripped his daughter's asscheeks and began sucking her cunt all the more furiously in spite of her having drenched his face with her oils when she came. He sucked, sucked, and kept on sucking, drinking as he felt the lava bubble up in his cock, and then it was spewing into Ellen's pussy, washing her entire interior, flooding it as if he had never fucked his daughter, earlier. God! It was amazing, but the mere fact that he had been fucking a different, albeit equally delightful cunt, had built feelings in the man that he hadn't known since that first night he had fucked his daughter.
His bellow was trapped in the depths of Cookie's cunt, and it made the stunning brunette shudder as never before. It also made her realize this was going to be the beginning of a wonderful new relationship. Now all that was left was to convince Keith. He was, after all, an extremely possessive youth.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Keith was boiling mad when his mother finally returned home. He had been waiting all afternoon and evening.
"Where've you been?" he snapped.
"With us," Cookie replied, coming in the front door behind Ellen with her father. "Your mom and I had a long talk, a really long talk."
"Hey, are you crazy?" Keith snapped at Cookie. "I told you, this was something that had to be handled delicately."
"It's all right," Ellen said, as they sat on facing sofas in the living room. "You see, Keith, their family has a skeleton similar to ours. In fact, it's exactly like ours."
"You mean. . .." the boy gasped, pointing at Art Martin. "You and Cookie ... like Mom and me?"
"Precisely," Art replied.
Now here was where a little diplomacy was needed, and it was Art who supplied it. "You see, Keith, your mother caught Cookie and myself, and for a while we thought she would forbid Cookie to see you again. But then she admitted her relationship with you. I think it's because she likes Cookie. What's more, I like her. But I wouldn't want to do anything without your okay."
"You're saying you'd like to fuck my mother?" the boy asked, not knowing whether to be pleased or angry.
"Well, you're fucking your mother, and you're also fucking my daughter. I'm fucking my daughter, so don't you think it would only be right if I had a chance to fuck your mother?"
"Hey, well I don't know...."
"What if the two of us were to fuck each female in turn, together?"
The idea had never occurred to Keith, but suddenly his face broke into a smile. Yeah! Why not? Fuck each woman, but the two of them doing it at once, so this way it'd be sort of an even way to get started, and he'd have Cookie and his mom. The idea of sharing them with Art Martin was a good one, if only because Keith was smart enough to know one woman was capable of tiring out a half dozen men with ease. It would have been unfair to try and keep both women satisfied by himself all the time. Unfair? It would have been exhausting. With Art around to share the burden-if such a thing might be construed as a burden everyone would be happy.
"Sounds like it might work," Keith nodded, being cautious. "How can we find out?"
"By going into the bedroom and trying it," Art insisted.
"Fine by me," the boy nodded.
The four of them went to the master bedroom, and Art, seeing the mirrored ceiling, whistled. The four of them undressed, then Keith said, "Now what?" "Lie down on your back," Art said, and Ellen noted the man was taking control over this, now. Good! This meant there definitely would not be dominance by any one person.
Keith did as he was told, not knowing what was coming next. He had been waiting for his mother all day, anticipating fucking her, so his cock was rock-hard.
"Hold your cock straight up in the air," Art insisted.
Again Keith obeyed, and Art turned to Ellen and smiling, said, "You first, lovely lady, please sit on his cock...." and in a low voice Keith was unable to hear, whispered, "... the way you sat on mine."
Ellen hadn't the least little idea what it was the man had in mind. Still, she obeyed.
Looking at her son's rigidly upstanding erection, she shuddered with anticipation, knowing it would feel every bit as good as Art's had felt. The prospect began to excite her.
She was helped onto the bed by the father and daughter, actually standing on the mattress for a moment, straddling her son, letting her ballooning breasts stick out and hide her face from the boy. Then she slowly began squatting until her coral cuntlips were directly above her son's stiff staff. Falling forward onto her knees, she lowered herself some more, until she felt his bulbous head prodding at her full-lipped vaginal opening. Reaching under her, she gripped the staff and guided the head exactly until it pushed its way into her frothing, waiting, oily interior. Then she relaxed and glided all the way down the upright barber pole of cock, surrounding it completely with her fire box.
"Uuuuuunnnnnhhhhh!" she gasped, her breathless sigh filling the bedroom and echoing off the walls as an itchy tickling feeling invaded her vagina where her son's cock was probing.
"That's just fine," Art nodded, encouraging the redheaded mother.
He gripped her by the ankles then, and pulled her knees out from under her so that she fell flat on top of her son with his cock buried to its full length in her seething volcano. Ungh! The cock was deeper than she had ever remembered it.
Art moved closer to the coupled pair and began stroking Ellen's white buttocks, enjoying the total contrast of her white flesh to the tan flesh of his daughter. Then he inserted a finger into her cleft and touched her tight asshole. Ellen turned her head, an uneasy feeling in her as she wondered what he intended doing, and a moment later she began to understand. Her bottom had become used to her son's cock, especially over the past half year, and it was capable of taking the thickest penis without pain-under normal conditions. But at the moment her son's cock was in her cunt, and this made her rectal tube that much narrower.
She flinched as Art's fingertip forced a slow passage into the constricted ring of her back door. It was uncomfortable for the moment, but she said nothing, though her slender legs moved somewhat disquietingly. She gasped as he thrust the finger straight down, pushing it in up to the first knuckle, but she was quick to note that thanks to the constant stretching her son's cock had given her asshole, there was no pain.
Art was alert and realized how easily she was accepting what he was doing, and said, 'This is definitely not a virgin asshole," to his daughter, while rotating his finger around and around in Ellen's rear. "The body heat coming from this woman is something unbelievable, Cookie. She even has you beat, for now, anyway. When you get older and more experienced, you'll be as good as she is." Then he looked at the boy who lay beneath his mother and said, "Jiggle your cock around a little inside her and get her nice and hot."
The boy put his hands on either side of Ellen's waist, digging his fingers in a little, lifting her a little, and then he allowed her to slide right down his greased pole again until his brown pubic hairs mingled with her red hairs again. He repeated this almost a dozen times, and Ellen's breathing was fast becoming labored as the stiff cock buried in her twitching vagina flooded her nerve-endings with pleasurable carnal gratification.
She felt Art moving behind her, and soon he was lying on top of her, lowering himself onto her rounded asscheeks. He lifted her upper body a bit until he was able to slip his hands under her breasts and hold her that much more tightly against him. Then he began probing with his own heavy cock between her rounded asscheeks. Ellen instinctively clenched them together in an effort to keep his cock away.
Art turned and looked at the staring Cookie. She was sitting in the nearby chair, smiling as she watched, her naked body relaxed.
"Come over here," he told his daughter. "I want you to spread Ellen's asscheeks so I can get into her buttonhole."
Cookie immediately got up, walked over to where they lay, knelt behind the grouping, her voluptuous breasts rubbing against the mattress. Ellen felt Cookie's warm hands on her buttocks, spreading her soft flesh, and she almost panicked.
"Oh, God!" she gasped. "This is going to hurt! I know it!"
But Keith was overjoyed by what was happening, arching himself beneath their combined weight, savoring the thrilling new sensations that charged through his electrified cock as her tight cunt grasped it with intermittent squeezing grabs of her agitated scabbard walls. His glycogen was fast turning into excess energy and being used, so that he barely noticed the weight on top of him at all.
Art watched until Cookie's hands, forcing the older woman's buttocks apart, disclosed the puckered little brownie. Then he brought the head of his throbbing cock to bear on the circle and began pushing forward. Ellen started whimpering, but she was unable to move. Totally impaled on her son's cock, she was locked into place, and she was also firmly held by the older man's grasping hands on her breasts.
Art thrust solidly and finally managed to squeeze the tip of his cock halfway into Ellen's narrow asshole.
"Ouch!" she shouted at him, wriggling her bottom in the hope of shaking him out, but to no avail. "You're hurting meeeee. .. ."
"Just a little, and only for a little while," Art assured her.
"It's going in, Dad," Cookie observed, staring.
"Damn straight it's going in," Art grunted. "All the way!" He slammed his hips forward with a mighty shove.
"Gggggg hhhhh uuuu nnnnnn gggggg hhhh!" Ellen gasped as she felt herself being all but torn apart inside, because the thickness of her son's cock made her ass-channel so narrow, the equally thick lance of Art's was stretching her anew all over again.
Art was jammed in to the hilt, and he remained perfectly still for the moment before extending the full length of his body along Ellen's back where he kissed and nibbled at the nape of her neck, causing delightful little shivers to shock-wave themselves through her. The pain in her rectum slowly began to pass.
Art began moving as he lay on her back, thrusting with his flat hips as he began sliding his cock in and out of the narrow tunnel of Ellen's asshole, moving it for short distances, only. Little by little the distances lengthened, and suddenly Ellen's aroused behind began stirring, moving unconsciously in time to the way the man was ass-fucking her. The feel of the two penises inside, so close, with only a slender membrane of flesh to separate them, was indescribable to the beautiful red-haired mother as a warm glow continued enlarging in the pit of her stomach.
Art had released her breasts and had both of his hands on her waist, near Keith's. The two males began rocking Ellen up and down on Keith's cock now while Art continued boring into her rear, intensifying the thrills as the pain slowly but surely disappeared altogether. After a while, she began rising and falling, moving up and down by herself, putting strain on her arms until her son's cock, filling her cunt felt like fiery wonder. She somehow managed to raise her head and look in the mirror above her, and she felt a slow-blooming blush envelop her body as she realized she was barely visible. All she was able to see was Art's body, with his cock thrusting between her asscheeks. But she felt the definite length of her son's cock pounding in and out of her pussy in perfect time to the one moving in and out of her rectum.
Then she saw something else.
Cookie Martin, her duties concerning the spreading of Ellen's white-cheeked buttocks completed with her father's penetration, had now moved behind Art. Cookie had both her hands on her father's hairy asscheeks, spreading them, and she lowered her face and began using her tongue, licking at the brown button that was his anus while her own tight, tan behind bobbed up and down from her efforts.
This made Art jerk down all the more strongly, and at the same time Keith slammed up strongly. The pressure on Keith's cock was too much, and he was about to have his climax.
"Damn!" he gasped. "I wanted this to last longerrrr. . . ."
He began pumping jets of semen into his mother's tight cunt, and Ellen's pussy caught fire from the flood. Even without her son's hands on her waist, helping to raise and lower her on his slick prong, the woman managed to pump herself up and down in order to build the oncoming dual orgasm in her body to greater heights.
She was almost thrown off-stride by the sudden acceleration of Art fucking her ass. The man's hands reached forward and gripped her shoulders, squeezing while his cock continued slicing into her fidgety, delightful anus with overpoweringly shocking force. His hoarse shout presaged his own orgasm as his tight target continued wriggling furiously while his penis began spewing endlessly into the narrowness of Ellen's asshole, an endless succession of mini-geysers, as if he had not had either of his previous orgasms that day.
Art's hands fell away from Ellen's shoulders as he fell forward on her, his body slack, panting heavily. The woman now began working her cunt and asshole feverishly against the twin penises that were beginning to lose their erectness. For one instant she thought she might have lost the dual climax; in another instant found herself tight-roping her way across a picket fence of needling lust, and then .. . "AAA AAI-III IYYYYE EEEEEA AAAAGG GGGGHH HHH-HHA AAANNN NNGGGG GGHHHH HUUUUN NNNNGG GGGGGH HHHHUU UUNNNN NGG-GGG HHHHHA AAARRR RRRGGG GGGHHH HHHUUU UGGGGG GHH HHHHH!" as she came and came and came, her body feeling one orgasm surmounted by anotherher cunt, then her ass, then her cunt, then her ass-again and again and again until she felt wrung out as never before.
"Wow!" was all Cookie was able to say, having witnessed it all.
"I don't know which cock made me come better," she gasped, "Oh, God! It was so good! So good! I want more! more! Oh, I have to have it! I'll never be able to live without this again!"
"All in good time," Art assured her.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Art tugged his cock from her bum with the sound of a cork coming out of a champagne bottle. Ellen felt her sphincter wide open for the moment, and then, little by little the elastic flesh began to close, and the inner lining slowly began to relax and shrink, as well. She felt as if she had a glowing coal of satisfaction lodged in her asshole, and it kept her really warm.
Keith's erection had shriveled to the point where Ellen was able to raise herself a little and it slipped right out of her and went back to looking like a button above his testicles. The beautiful mother stretched out, really tired from all the activity. Then she fell asleep.
Ellen awoke about an hour later. What awoke her was a jostling of the mattress, and she suddenly realized there were three other bodies on the bed. She slid off, realizing she was in the way even though it was a wide bed, and she walked over to the chair and sat in it, feeling the sperm running out of her cunt and asshole and soaking the chair cushion-but so what!
She sat, watching for the next ten minutes as the two males, both with limp penises, fondled and played with Cookie's body.
"Come on, honey," Art said to his daughter. "Make it big again."
Cookie smiled, dipped her head, and in front of Keith, began sucking on her father's wet cock.
"Hey, Ma," the boy called out. "Come on, you have to help me."
Ellen stirred herself reluctantly. Her behind felt a little sore from having been fucked while there was a cock in her cunt, but she walked over to her son's side of the bed. Cookie was on her knees between her father's thighs. But before Ellen was able to do anything, the brunette moved her head over so she was able to pop Keith's cock into her mouth. Art's half-raised staff glistened with his daughter's secretions, and Ellen knew it was only fair to make the man hard again.
Falling between his thighs, she took his penis between her lips and began sucking on it, slowly swirling her tongue around the pulsing organ. Little by little the semi-quiescent organ began erecting itself in her mouth.
The two men were able to see the images of everything happening on the ceiling mirror. They loved what they were feeling, but they also loved the sight of the bobbing asses. There was Ellen's ass, a bleached white, and next to it was Cookie's ass, slightly smaller, a lot tanner, and moving just as quickly.
Ellen was relieved when Art's cock became enlarged to the point where it stretched her lips. Her mouth felt crowded, and she wasn't in the mood to take it in her throat, so she backed off. Still, she had no intention of letting her future daughter-in-law do anything better than she, and from the corner of her eye she noted with some satisfaction that Cookie's working mouth still had a way to go to bring Keith's cock to full hardness.
"Okay," Art said to Keith. "This time, I'll be the one underneath, and you do the sandwiching."
He stretched out on his back with his renewed erection standing stiffly, and Cookie rose from her knees without being told. Ellen remained kneeling on the side. Cookie sat down on her father's throbbing cock with a placid expression on her face, and she gasped, as always, as the thick cock fitted itself into her cunt, stretching her. Soon the cock was all the way in.
Keith moved behind her, eagerly pulling her legs backward as Art had done with his mom. Her buttocks were turned straight up, now. Ellen watched curiously as her son's thumbs parted Cookie's asscheeks. The boy bent and spat on the ring of Cookie's anus, moistening the shriveled brown pucker. He then worked the sputum into her rectum with his fingertip.
Cookie's tan moons jiggled a bit uneasily because of the movement activated by the boy's fingertip. Ellen watched her son move in closer behind Cookie, his penis still glistening from Cookie's saliva. He placed the blunted tip of the penis against Cookie's shriveled looking rectal-opening, and he shoved. The tip went in, but only the tip. The boy waggled his hips from side to side to push it a little deeper, and when the corona was inside, he rested.
When he was ready, the youth grabbed Cookie by her breasts as he had seen Art do with his mother, and he rammed forward-hard! He went in so fast and so deep, Ellen was certain Cookie, whose cunt was ultra-narrow, had to be in total agony. But the odd thing was, her asshole, tight as it was, was easier to enter than her cunt.
Keith removed his hands from Cookie's breasts and gripped her narrow waist. He clung to it for support as he began fucking in and out of her rear entrance. He moved more and more quickly, pounding rapidly in and out, in and out, and as a result made Cookie move on top of her father. To Ellen, it looked as if the two men were swinging axes as the helpless feminine flesh sandwiched between them, both grunting and gasping, the sounds intermingling with sighs of pleasure from the dark-haired girl as she was speared fore and aft, again, again, and again.
This time they pounded away for a long, long time. They fucked into Cookie as if she had been made for that specific purpose and nothing else. They filled her with their cocks repeatedly, hammering away, stabbing, thrusting, fucking, pounding, and the beautiful brunette reveled in it all.
Cookie was the first to come, this time.
"AAA AAIIIIIYYYYY YEEEEA AAAIIIIIIGGG GGHHHH HHEEEE EEAAAA GGGGGH HHH-HAA AAAAGG GGGGHH HHUUUU UUN NNNNGG GGGGHH HHHAAA ARRRRR GGGGGH HHHUUU UUUNNN NNGGGG AAAAAA WWW-WWA AAAAGG GGHHHH HHUUUU URRRGG GGHHHH HAAAAA IIIIGG GGGGHH HH!" she shrieked, and she continued shrieking because the two males continued relentlessly fucking into her.
A few minutes later, Cookie screamed out again as another series of orgasms overwhelmed her ultra-sensitive flesh. This went on for almost ten minutes, and then first Keith, and then Art came for the last time that evening.
They were dressed now, sitting in the living room.
There was no doubt as to their compatibility. Ellen felt good, really good. Among other things she felt secure, and that was more important than everything else secure financially, but secure as well in the knowledge that she had two wonderful cocks, and a cunt, which would make life sheer joy for her from now on. The agony was over!
