It has become increasingly obvious during the last decade that American society has been undergoing some very basic and profound changes, not the least of these being in the realm of accepted attitudes toward child-bearing and, more important, child-rearing. The familial make-up of American society is no longer typified by the strong dominant father figure, the passive mother, and the submissive children: The age of television and technology has changed all that. Instead, we are experiencing a rate of change and experimentation far exceeding anything our society has ever undergone before, and it is inevitable that our family relationships are influenced in no small degree by this modern permissive age, with its familiar slogan, "do your own thing."
Authoress Carolyn King, in this new and vitally exciting work of fiction, proceeds from the basic premise that, like everything else, the new permissiveness of today's parents can either advance or retard the inexorable march of civilization: It has its advantages and its dangers. How often have we seen the unfortunate products of our permissive society end up in the gutters of skid row, or in the overcrowded cells of our dismal prison system? And conversely, who of us can fail to be impressed with the comparative maturity and sophistication of today's children, viewed against the children of a hundred years ago? Both these questions indicate the broad spectrum of opinion which surrounds this extremely important and relevant question, and, if we are to believe the authoress, both widely divergent opinions are contained within the actual truth.
A Willing Daughter, is a brilliantly conceived examination of this question from both sides, taking us on a journey of personal suffering and shame which must stand beside such an epic family study as Long Day's Journey Into Night in importance. The Williams family contains only a mother and daughter, but in this one relationship are contained all the ingredients of a typical American family. It is when this family is threatened by the cruel forces of the outside world that their relationship comes under intense fire, and is put to the ultimate test. Mrs. King's primary concern in this timely work, we believe, is the ability of a familial tie, a tie which has been based on a permissive trust and complete honesty to withstand the slings and arrows of a malicious and malevolent outside world. Her conclusions should be of interest, not only to parents, but to anyone who is interested in the future of our society: A society is, after all, only the sum total of its individual units, and the basic unit of western society has always been the family.
It is with great satisfaction that the publishers offer this important sociological study to the general public. Mrs. King has couched her acute observations in the always enthralling disguise of fiction, but we urge you, the reader, to look beyond the exciting and sometimes sadistically brutal events in this intriguing story. The truth always lies between the lines, and this old adage has never been more true than with the work you now hold in your hands. It is an important, if not monumental, experiment in the combination of scientific study and nakedly frank fiction, and it is an experiment which, by any standard of judgment, succeeds with flying colors. We invite you to read A Willing Daughter and to profit from it, as we have done. We are convinced that you will not be disappointed.
-The Publishers
CHAPTER ONE
"I understand you got some rooms to rent."
Elaine Williams looked up from the desk she'd been cleaning, and turned to face the tall man who'd stepped inside the door of the motel office and spoken to her. His sudden appearance had startled her.
"I ... I beg your pardon?" she stammered, brushing back a wisp of jet-black hair from her smoothly oval face. "What did you say?"
She stared at the tall stranger as he smiled at her confusion. He had a face that matched the deep tone of his voice: A full and expressive face with finely delineated lips and a rather prominent classic nose. His dark-agate eyes stared out almost piercingly atop his large frame, and his massive chest and lean tawny thighs were poised as if ready to spring.
"I heard down at the roadhouse that you had some rooms to rent out," the stranger repeated as he walked over to the counter that separated him from Elaine. His eyes seemed to bore right through her.
"Oh, of course ... rooms," Elaine echoed dumbly, slightly flushed by his insistent stare. "Well, I'm sorry, but this is the off-season, you know, and ... well, none of the rooms are fixed up. Actually, we're closed until the first of April."
"Oh, I see." The tall man paused a moment, and then leaned his powerful body up against the counter, flashing Elaine a friendly, contagious smile.
"My name is Wynn ... Jason Wynn," he said. "I'm gonna be foreman on that new bridge going in down the river."
"Oh, are they finally getting around to doing that?" Elaine asked, regaining her composure.
"Yep, starting next week. Only I don't have a place to stay in the meantime."
"Well, I wish I could offer you a room, but like I said..." Elaine's voice trailed off. It was ridiculous she was completely broke, and here she was turning away a prospective customer because she wouldn't officially open for two more weeks.
"Now, I don't want to be pushy or anything, Ma'am, but if it would be all right with you, well I wouldn't mind helping you put clean sheets on a bed somewhere." Jason smiled warmly, and Elaine had the sudden disconcerting thought that he had read her mind. As if to further entice her, he added, "Of course, I'd be willing to pay a little extra, because of all the trouble and inconvenience and everything."
"Well, I guess that might be all right Elaine still wasn't sure. It meant cleaning out the room, turning on the utilities out back, unpacking the sheets from the winter storage.
"Maybe I should talk to the manager," the tall man smiled. "I mean, I don't want to get you into any trouble or anything."
"Oh, you don't have to worry about that," Elaine responded. "I'm the manager." She saw the surprised expression on her customer's face. "Does that surprise you? A woman owning and running a motel?"
"Yeah," Jason grinned familiarly, "I have to admit it does. Then your name must be Williams."
"That's right. Elaine Williams."
"Sorry, I don't mean to laugh," Jason chuckled, "but when they told me down at the roadhouse to come out here and try the Williams place, somehow I pictured you'd be a little old man sitting on the porch with a corncob pipe in your mouth."
"Well," Elaine laughed with amusement, "you can see I'm not."
"I sure can!" Jason whistled, making Elaine smile in spite of herself at his patently exaggerated joke.
"Come on, I'll show you the room," she said, moving around the counter. "The way business is in this place, I can't afford to turn away a single customer."
Jason stood away from the counter, and caught his breath as the shapely motel proprietress came around and walked past him toward the front door. He had had no idea when she was standing behind the counter just how different she was from that little man he'd been expecting! She was of medium height, but nothing else about her was medium at all. Her black hair fell down lazily along the back of her neck, crowning a body that was as luscious as any Jason had seen in the big cities. Looking at her exquisitely rounded buttocks moving under her skirt as she crossed to the door, he had the impulsive urge to reach out and run his fingers over the lithe half-moons undulating so softly and teasingly ahead of him, and then to crush her shoulder-length hair, kiss her pouting lips, and suck the pair of full, proudly-cresting breasts that strained against her thin green blouse. She was incredibly beautiful, and he instinctively knew that she'd be hell on wheels in bed. She'd fuck. She'd fuck and fuck passionately-and his flaccid penis throbbed with impatient anticipation of the joys her warm cunt could provide. What a piece like this was doing living in Silverton, Arkansas, Jason couldn't imagine. But it sure might make his couple of months in this hick town a little interesting!
"My husband left the motel to me when he died," he heard Elaine saying. "He was drowned six years ago."
Jason licked his lips. Then she was alone ... no husband..."I'm sorry to hear that, Mrs. Williams. It must be rough to be alone and run the place all by yourself."
"I have my daughter to help me. Speaking of her-" Elaine was standing just outside the front door now, and on her right was a flight of stairs leading up to a hallway which ran to the back of the second floor. "Janey!" she called up the stairs. "Janey!"
A small, muffled voice cried back: "What is it, Mom?"
"Watch the office for a minute, will you."
"Aw, Mom!"
"Don't, 'aw, Mom' me, young girl. Do it."
There was a slam of a door, and then a young teenage girl, all of sixteen, bounded down the stairs. She wore brief black shorts rolled tight and even shorter against her youthfully smooth thighs, and her aqua blouse was open a button too low, the material clinging electrically to her budding, but prominent, breasts. She was barefoot, her slim legs firm and tanned a golden brown. Her auburn hair was drawn back tightly from her temples into a single long thick braid which fell across her shoulder and bounced invitingly against her right breast.
Jason couldn't be sure, but it seemed to him that the daughter, Janey, had hastily buttoned her blouse over her and that she wasn't wearing any brassiere underneath. Puckers were evident in the cloth about where her tiny, dark-ringed nipples would be. Christ! This would be some place to rent if he could. . .
"Janey, I want to show this gentleman one of the rooms. I'll only be gone for a few minutes."
"Well, hurry," Janey complained. "I want to get back out in the sun some more."
"You have all summer to get a tan," Elaine said primly. "And you shouldn't be out on the porch without " She hesitated, glancing quickly at Jason. "You know what I mean, honey."
"Aw, nobody can see," the young daughter grumbled, walking into the office.
Elaine and Jason went up the stairs, and the tall construction foreman was glad that the woman was in front of him, leading the way. His pulsing cock was now rock-hard and pressing painfully against his underpants and trousers. First the seductive mother ... and then the more blatant daughter, running around half naked after sunning topless on a porch. He stifled a groan of sheer lust. This was the hottest potential he'd stumbled into since he and a couple of buddies had taken three sisters out in the woods when he was in the Navy, and they had all had turns on each other...
The room was small and the furniture used and cheap, but it was what he'd expected to find for the money he had, and it was clean. The floor was carpeted in the Old Rose pattern popular with hotel lobbies, and the few pictures on the wall were obviously from Woolworth's. Against the far wall was the usual double bed, and a closet, lamps and bureau.
"I don't think you ever said how much?" Jason said, after he had taken in all there was to see in the rather plain room.
"Well, I guess that depends on how long you'll be staying, Mr. Wynn," Elaine said from the door. "I usually charge seven dollars a night for a single..."
"I'll only be here a week," Jason replied. "The construction company's bringing me up a trailer once we start to work."
"Well then, how about seven dollars a night ... forty-nine dollars for the week, and perhaps another ten for cleaning up and turning on all the utilities ... sixty dollars for the whole week?"
Jason grinned, and reached for his wallet. If this was the way the lady did business, no wonder she was broke.
"We'll make it seventy-five," he said, holding out the bills to her. "Just to show you how much I appreciate your doing this for me."
Elaine tried to splutter that seventy-five was much too much, but her boarder thrust the money into her hands and closed them over it with finality. "And don't look a gift horse in the mouth. It doesn't look like enough business passes this way for you to say no too quickly."
Elaine looked down, and blushed. He was right: There was no way she could refuse this stroke of good luck, and yet she wanted to if only to avoid the feeling of being indebted to this strange, smiling stranger.
"Well, thank you. That's very kind of you." His face was so friendly, his charm so winning. that Elaine felt a warm redness spread through her cheeks, making her feel almost school girlish at her silly way of responding to this handsome man. What was wrong with her? Of course, she didn't see men very much during the off-season, living alone at the motel with her daughter, but still...
Elaine Williams had run the White Water Motel herself for the past six years, and in that time she'd seen a lot of men come and go, her small motel being filled to capacity during the peak of the trout-fishing season. The Chinooga River, which ran past the back of the White Water Motel, was one of the most popular fishing spots in the whole state of Arkansas, and in season the tiny town of Silverton was filled with pickup campers containing people from Little Rock, Magnolia, and even from out of state. They came in hordes, the fisherman outnumbering the fish three to one, and many of the more affluent ended up in Elaine's White Water Motel. In fact, Elaine was already booked almost solid for the months of April and May, not because her motel was extremely popular, but because it was one of only three in Silverton.
As for the town itself, it contained about seventy-five hundred sleepy inhabitants, who stirred only imperceptibly with the annual influx of vacationers. Silverton's only claim to fame, aside from the good fortune of finding itself beside the Chinooga River, was that it lay at the intersection of State 317 and Farm Road 1068, a junction which could be found on many road maps, and which, for that part of Arkansas, was almost a hazardous intersection. The town consisted of three main streets, which paralleled each other and ended down at the river, crossed by two more. It was the kind of small town that exists everywhere, an aggregation of people who look and act very much alike, who are suspicious of outsiders, and who are entirely self-sufficient, the number of services the community needs exactly equaling the number of inhabitants. The only outside influence on Silverton, the only factor which kept it from seeming like some relic from the nineteenth century, was the fishing industry. Once a year, for a few months, Silverton was turned from a somewhat sluggish, somnambulant state of limbo into a bustling community of tourists and automobiles. The three main streets were jammed with traffic, city revenues from parking tickets increased unbelievably, and the residents walked along the streets, whenever they were forced to leave their homes, with sullen, almost hostile expressions on their faces. And then, as miraculously as they had appeared, the invaders would disappear when the season ended, taking with them their rods and reels and hip boots and creels, leaving Silverton dazed and prostrate and yet relieved at the exodus, somewhat as a convalescent must feel immediately after an operation.
Of course, this exodus always created a financial crisis for Elaine Williams, as well as for the rest of the town. But Elaine, like the rest, was willing to accept a tight pocketbook if that was the price of recuperating from the months of fishing mania, and preparing for the season to come. She would close up the motel, put the linen in storage and turn off the utilities, and retire to her own rooms, which were adjacent to the room she'd just rented Jason Wynn. There, with her daughter, she would spend the winter not really a part of Silverton, because of the motel's location two miles outside of town, but content in her isolation. She loved the countryside around her and would go for long walks through the hills, always coming back to the rapids of the Chinooga to sit and stare, and to remember the days before she was alone.
And of course she wasn't alone. She had Janey her darling Janey. Without her daughter, Elaine might not have survived the awful and senseless tragedy of her husband's death. But somehow, together, she and her daughter had survived that crippling blow, and now they were, if not completely happy, at least content.
"You look like you're a million miles away."
Elaine looked up quickly at the sound of her now boarder's voice as they walked back toward the office.
"I'm sorry," she blurted, "were you saying something?"
"I just said I'd move my stuff over later this afternoon," Jason repeated. "That should give you time to fix the room up."
"That's fine, Mr. Wynn. It won't take long ... I just have to throw some sheets on the bed and get the electricity and water turned on, and I'll get Janey to get out the vacuum ... oh, but you don't care about that." Elaine suddenly realized she was babbling, somehow over-eager to please this strange man, to make sure he stayed and didn't feel inconvenienced. What was the matter with her?
She looked up to find the tall man walking beside her grinning down at her, again with his piercing eyes seeming to bore right through her, and she blushed, turning her head away.
"I wish you wouldn't call me Mr. Wynn, either," he smiled at her confusion. "Jason will do just fine."
"Well, then I ... I guess you'll have to call me Elaine." What was happening to her? She felt like a virgin on her first date, with a tightness in her chest that was almost adolescent. She was making a fool of herself with this strange man, and she didn't even know why!
"If you need anything, just let me know," the flustered proprietress spluttered, trying to regain her composure. "The key will be in the office this afternoon, and if you get any mail, it will be in with ours, so I'll sort it and get it to you ... uhhh ... of course, you're free to come and go as you like, I'm not a nosy woman..."
"Good," Jason interrupted her nervous monologue, and she thought she caught a slight glimmer of lasciviousness in his eyes. "I was afraid that you'd mind if I had, ah ... visitors now and then."
Visitors: A polite euphemism for girls in his room. Elaine found her throat suddenly constricting and a weird loud pounding of breath roaring through her chest. Girls, to make love with ... her head whirled, but not with shock. That was the galling part she was a good woman in her own mind, a respectable grassroots widow with a child to raise, who had successfully relegated sex to the back of her mind since her husband's death and she should be shocked. But she wasn't! Stoically she had spent six years with only the memories of her husband's wonderful love-making and his delightful ways of causing her utmost joy, and though she'd been on dates now and then, there'd never been a man among the acquaintances she and her late Howie had known that had attracted her. Even then it wouldn't have meant sexual contact, for she would save herself for marriage, as she had the first time.
But as she looked up at the frankly open expression on Jason Wynn's face, she felt no bitter and righteous indignation. She felt something in its place what? It was a shock then, a heart-quickening, blood-pulsing shock to realize what was causing the turmoil in her mind. She was saddened! She was standing there, having known this man for less than fifteen minutes, and she was dismayed to learn that he knew other women, that he was interested in making love to them instead of ... instead of her!
Mrs. Elaine Williams, a woman who had always prided herself in being honest with herself above all, of accepting her frailties but determining to overcome them and be a strong and resourceful person, felt her body quiver inside, though its outer shell of skin remained motionless, blushing slightly. She was actually jealous of the other women in her new boarder's life, and that was a bruise to her disciplined morality!
No she couldn't turn him out not for being a man. And what a man he was, she had to admit, a secret tingling of excitement spreading through her loins. He stood in a lord-like, animalistic splendor, not with arrogance of cruel maliciousness only with the innate healthiness of an earthy, hedonistically-oriented male. He took his women, a modern-day Gengis Khan or Viking from his flaxen, wavy hair down to his strong muscular legs he was the conqueror. No, she couldn't turn him out or deny him his physical pleasure any more than the maidens of Rome could do anything but melt before the ravishments of the Visogoth barbarians. She couldn't because the pure and basic magnetism between a man a true man and a healthy woman wouldn't allow it. She felt this without knowing it, without admitting it.
Her mind, a product of puritanical society, was no match for her body, the evolution of hundreds of thousands of years of instinct. Adam and Eve didn't worry about proprieties, only about the heat and needs of one another, and though their mingling seeds had been refined and sophisticated, they were still the foundation for Elaine's own behavior.
Dizzily, she heard herself reply in a way which an hour ago she would have labeled impossible. From a mouth which seemed not her own, came the echoing words: "I'm an adult, Jason, and once I was happily married. Have your visitors as often as you like, but all I ask is that you be discreet. Not for my sake as much as for my daughter's."
"I understand," Jason said huskily.
Elaine returned to the office after he left, her mind still charged with the emotion of meeting a man who attracted her tremendously, who had awakened her drives and needs and made her aware that she was a woman. It was a tremendous jolt to her nervous system, and though she had no intention of throwing herself at him, or even of being other than the distant, courteous, and civil neighbor and landlady that she had always been with her tenants, she still couldn't get the piquantness of his masculinity out of her nostrils or the tight band of jealousy from around her chest.
She ached, and her firm inner thighs and long-neglected pubic mound swelled with heated blood ... the blood of unwanted subconscious arousal. It scared her, and she solidly resolved not to let Jason Wynn know how he'd affected her, or let herself go beyond the safe stage of mild interest.
* * *
Night had fallen on Silverton, and the lights of the White Water Motel shone across State Highway 317 like lonely, quiet beacons. Jason Wynn lay on the large double bed in his room, his thoughts turned inward as he briefly considered his fantastic luck at finding this room in the off-season, and finding such a desirable temporary landlady in the bargain. Not to mention her daughter! Sweet virginal cunt it was enough to make his testicles explode, just thinking about it. He'd fuck them both if he were given the opportunity ... in fact, he might just go out of his way to create that opportunity.
"Jason?" A high, throaty voice said to him. "Where's the church key?"
"In the pocket of my jacket, Susi, the left one." Jason's mind snapped back to the business at hand, leaving thoughts of Elaine Williams and her luscious daughter to consider just how lucky he was at that very moment: Susi Marshall was the last thing he'd expected to find that evening when he'd gone down to the roadhouse for a beer ... the last thing he'd have expected to find in a dump like Silverton. But there she'd been, the cutest little piece of ass he'd picked up in a month of Sundays, and he'd had little trouble convincing her that he was different from the roomful of local yokels she'd been flirting with before he'd come in.
Jason watched her as she moved to his jacket on the floor, comparing her body from behind mentally with Elaine Williams's. Susi came out damned good, but definitely second place. Not because of her body, which was actually lusher than Jason's temporary landlady's well-proportioned form, or her walk it was the other things, he decided, the things which keep a relationship from ever becoming boring. But from the sexual aspect, this little country girl promised to be one of the finest swingers he'd ever picked up.
She was bending over now, picking out the two cans of beer, her perfectly proportioned buttocks tightly outlined by a pair of shorts even shorter than the ones young Janey Williams had been wearing. She wore a white blouse and a half-brassiere which thrust her magnificently globular breasts out, their upper portions clearly visible as being bare almost to her nipples. Her shapely legs were the kind he never tired of running his fingers along and he could span her waist with both of his hands; her flaring thighs and hips were invitingly succulent in their shape.
She straightened languidly, a beautiful feline cat, and opened the beer cans quickly. She swiveled around, thrusting her hip out slightly, and extended a hand holding one of the beers.
"Here, lover...."
"Not there," he replied flippantly, feeling the stirrings of sexual arousal in his gut. Damn, she sure did something to him, even in opening a Godforsaken can of beer. She was a walking sex machine, he thought lustily, absolutely without scruples or restraints. Her eyes sparkled as she undulated seductively toward him, her expression one of promised salaciousness, and he knew that she was primed and ready for him to make love to her. No, not to make love; to fuck.
And that was the main difference between Susi Marshall and Elaine Williams, and what made Susie runner-up in his private contest. Jason demanded a challenge, a game in which he could pit his experience and cunning against a woman's pride and virtue. He loved the searching for clues and vulnerabilities and making the adjustments, the inexorable moving into intimate channels, retreating and advancing with skill and daring, chancing his abilities against hers. Elaine Williams had that air of steadiness and sincerity about her which promised such action and made him want to give chase. The tension of the chase excited him, answering a need to master the female sex. He'd been a scrawny little bastard in school, a thyroid condition preventing him from developing when his friends had, and the girls had totally ignored him; when he had found a few years later that girls were attracted to him once he had grown, he'd been afflicted by the subconscious drive to compete, to continually prove to himself that he was a man.
Tonight, for instance, Susi had been sitting in the bar, hungry for a man, but not starving. The bar had been smoke-fogged and Jason had been somewhat whiskey-dulled, yet there had never been a question in his mind as to whether she would or wouldn't only as to how good she'd be; and a single look at her had assured him that she'd be active and tasty. He'd known she'd put out ... it was in her eyes, the obvious cock-sucker quality of her smile, the way she moved, her too-yellow hair flipped back over her ears with a movement of her arm and head that made her large breasts jiggle slightly. She hadn't been much of a challenge for him but at that moment Jason didn't really mind.
"But Jason, honey," the sexy blonde purred, "I thought you wanted a beer."
"I do," Jason grinned lewdly, patting the bed beside him. "But I thought we might have it here on the bed. It's more comfortable."
"Well, that sound all right," Susi smiled knowingly, moving to the bed and sitting on the edge closest to him. "But you wouldn't be thinking of ... of trying anything would you?"
"What could you possibly be talking about?"
Jason laughed and put his arms around her, against the soft muscles of her back, and then slid one hand around to cup one full hardening breast.
Susi moaned from his electric touch, and then grinned down into his wickedly leering face. "Well ... like compromising my virtue, or anything like that."
"You've got some virtue that can be compromised?" Jason chuckled.
"Why sure," the local pickup said in mock seriousness, "All of us little country girls do. We can resist everything ... except temptation. You wouldn't happen to be that traveling salesman I've heard so much about, would you?"
"How'd you guess?" Jason laughed again and let his hands rove further down around her slender waist and onto the roundness of her perceptibly quivering buttocks. The shorts were so tight that he could tell that she wasn't wearing any panties underneath there wasn't the telltale ridge of elastic.
"Don't you ever wear panties?"
"I can't afford to lose any more of them, and the guys around here keep ripping them off of me," she said and pouted in mock anger. "I'm Penney's biggest customer."
Jason chuckled and kissed her. Her lips were parted and wet, and she did some wild motions with her tongue, making him suddenly feverish with desire as she pressed her pelvis against his loins, her raised pubic mound pushing circularly against his throbbing penis, which immediately grew hard with impending lust. He began to breathe harshly, and then with the coyness of her teasing ways, she broke his clasp on her and stood back, letting her wetly pink tongue slowly moisten her soft lips. Provocatively she set the two beer cans on the night table, unbuttoned her blouse, and let him gaze lewdly at her burgeoning mounds which trembled in their barely sufficient halter. She let her blouse hang open as she came to him and unbuttoned his shirt, pressing her warmly succulent breasts against his naked chest, writhing a little as she kissed him ardently. He'd seen and possessed women like her innumerable times, and they both knew what positions they liked, what foreplay they liked, what would turn each of them on and off. And Jason knew instinctively that he could do anything he wanted to her in bed, and she would love it; she just loved cock!
Yes, it was too bad that Susi wasn't a virgin and a naturally reluctant woman but then, once a woman had let her passion overcome her inclinations, she no longer was. But at that moment, fired with the building heat of his muscular loins, his hardened penis and heavy testicles swollen and painful with the arousal that wanted to burst the confines of his clothes and spew orgasmically into the wet hungry depths of her sucking vagina, and he didn't care about her drawbacks.
Susi expertly took his shirt off and threw it on the room's single chair and then, standing up, slid her blouse off, using her palms and rotating her inviting loins salaciously as she next inched the tight shorts down along her smoothly curvaceous legs until they lay puddled at her now shoeless feet. Her eyes were heavily lidded and smoky, and she watched his face intensely while she undressed, reaching behind her and unhooking her brassiere, pulling the sheer white cups away from her firm breasts slowly, making sure the aroused, berry-sized nipples were the last to meet his hotly flickering gaze. She dropped the brassiere on top of her shorts, and then raised her hands to cup her richly full mounds, kneading them the way he would be doing soon.
"You're slow, Mr. Traveling Salesman," she whispered. "Take off your pants and let me see that hard cock of yours."
"Christ, you fucking whore!" Jason exploded with an evil grin as he got up from the bed. Susi reveled in his lustful words and hotly leering eyes for a long moment before she stepped over to the bed and pulled the coverlet down to lie on the blankets and spread her legs wide in a wantonly provoking position, exposing to his eyes the total expanse of her wet cuntal slit. She rotated her ivory hips lasciviously, arching them up and down in a measured, intoxicating way. Jason threw his pants across the room and stood over the bed with his hugely trembling penis standing from his hirsute groin in full erection, the unseeing eye of its glans oozing thin clear droplets of anticipatory lubrication. Susi stared at his rock-hard cock, moistening her lips with the tip of her tongue as if tasting the seeping fluid already, as if it was already deliciously swirling around in the warmly sucking cavern of her vacuuming mouth.
"Come on," she urged heatedly, "Lie down beside me, Mr. Salesman, and see what happens next."
"What?"
"I'm going to take that big cock of yours and suck it dry, suck every drop of hot cum right out of it."
Shit! Jason thought, she can really turn a guy on! His spasming cock throbbed lewdly as he sat down beside her and she snaked out her hand and encircled his jerking shaft of flesh, beginning to stroke it up and down, massaging its turgid length, rubbing the delicious hardness and cradling her hand underneath his bloated testicles slightly, caressing them softly like precious jewels in her palm. He groaned with the pleasure of her touch and lay down, stretching out lengthwise alongside her hotly palpitating body, letting her manipulate his blood-filled cock with expertise until he thought it would shoot off all by itself, without ever letting her suck it.
She rose up in a kneeling position, her tongue still flicking along her lips, her eyes resting feverishly on his quivering loins, and then she began to trail softly moist kisses across the girth of his well-muscled belly, making him groan uncontrollably again and raise his powerful hips upwards toward the stimulations she was sending through his body. Her fingernails scratched lightly over his throbbing cock now and then they reached downwards, probing briefly at the puckered ring of his anus, retracing their path back up to his strainingly quivering penis.
"Goddamn it, you bitch, suck it! Suck it before it goes off by itself!" He thrust upwards, his head lifted so that he could look down at her lustfully contorted features as her beautiful face was posed over his blunt cock-head. He could feel his fiery semen boiling in his aching testicles, knowing it wouldn't be long before it would come spewing hotly out of his pumping shaft like a flow of molten lava. "Hurry, hurry!" he ordered. "Suck it, baby, suck it!"
Obeying, the blonde woman plunged her head downwards, and Jason felt the incredibly inciting softness of her lips close over the sensitive flesh of his desperate cock, felt her firebrand tongue lick circles of liquid flame around and around it, flicking hungrily into the tiny glans opening and swallowing the beginning drops of his seminal fluid. He entangled his grasping hands tightly in her blonde hair, and guided her head as he jerked upwards, driving the entire length of his thickly pulsing penis deep into the warm butter-smooth cavern of her mouth, feeling his maddened cock-head graze against the back of her throat.
"Mmmmmmmmm!" she mewled around his hardened rod of flesh.
"Ahhhhhhhh!" he cried out in lust-crazed agreement, "that's it, baby! Stroke a little too, that's it! That's it! Run your fingers along my balls ... easy, dammit! Ahhhhhhhhh!"
And through the paper-thin walls, in her bedroom next door, Mrs. Elaine Williams sat up in her bed, listening. She was recoiled in abject horror, her breath catching in her throat, for she couldn't believe what she had been hearing. Dear God, this new tenant, this Jason Wynn, was forcing a woman to perform the debasing act of. . of ... she couldn't bring herself to mentally say the word! It was a perversion, an act which only filthy old men and whores engaged in! What kind of man had she allowed to rent the room next to hers?! ! ! !
CHAPTER TWO
Janey Williams was very close to her mother. With her father dead for many years, the two of them could have split apart, as so often and tragically happens, but her mother had always been fair and understanding, directing without being domineering, and above all, loving.
And Janey loved her mother deeply in return. Her mother might be old and no longer interested in men, for example, but she had once been young and knew what it was like to be Janey's age. She allowed her to go out on dates and lots of other things without a bunch of silly regulations some of the other mothers placed on their kids like being home from a school prom at midnight, and not allowing the girls to go on anything but double dates. Her mother had always insisted that the mark of maturity was trust, and so she made sure that her daughter was instilled with the proper ethics and morals, and then trusted her to do the right thing. She never tried to cling to her growing child even though she constantly thought of her as her "baby", and was more than pleased when Janey became interested in the ways and morals of sex and reproduction. She explained the mysteries of monthly cycles when her young daughter had first begun to menstruate at the age of eleven, and went out of her way to buy training bras and then larger ones as Janey developed.
There was no false prudery between them: they'd seen each other naked, and had once even taken a shower together; but again, her mother was a modest woman, and taught Janey the healthy attitude of liking her body and holding it ready in pride for a man she loved to take. And in the course of dating and going steady, Janey had been aroused to seething panting excitement by a boy's touches and kisses, been driven almost to the point of total abandon by her sexual instincts, which were alive and always seemed just below the surface. But her mother's love and trust and honor had always stuck somehow, and Janey Williams was still a virgin, unlike most of her classmates, vowing to save her cherished gift of sex for the right man the man she would love and who would love her enough in return to slip a gold ring on her finger first. Sometimes, after a long drive-in movie or heavy petting up in the woods in a car, it took the recollection of everything she held dear for her to stop, to fight off her urges and the boy and to will herself back to calmness so that she could control her passions.
So the sixteen year old brunette loved her mother, respected her and stayed chaste because of her, and while they complained and fought now and then as any two people will do when together, Janey understood and appreciated the strain and burden that raising a daughter single-handedly can bring. like that afternoon, for example, when that adorable man came to rent the room next to theirs. The teenager had bitched and moaned about having to dress and watch the shop, and her mother had snapped back at her, but it meant nothing. It was just part of their way, of letting the steam out, for when the big problems arose they always were together, always communicating. No generation gap between them!
Janey thought of this as she stood in the living room of Bill Cutler's home, looking at Bill and then at herself, both of them chilled and drenched to the skin and tipsy from drinking too much. What would her mother say if she saw her daughter like this? What was she going to say, because of course Janey was going to relate this silly situation to her first thing tomorrow.
Her date, Bill Cutler, looked like a drowned rat, and a very unhappy and mournful one at that, she thought, choking down a giggle. It wouldn't do to laugh at him, she knew; Bill was a very proud boy, and was her latest beau . . .and a swell catch. After all, she was only a junior, and Bill was going to college in Little Rock. He was the son of the only banker in town, lived right on the best part of the river, up by the rapids, and had spent lots of time and money on her. She was the envy of her friends, and she was always thrilled when he took her out in his little red sports car. To make it even better, Bill was a groovy-looking guy who was popular. He was tall and muscular, with brown hair cut long and pale-gray eyes sunk deep in prominent cheekbones. His nose had a crazy little bend to it after it had been broken in a football game he'd been the high school's star fullback and he smiled with a crooked grin which was both captivating and somehow guileless.
And at the moment, he, like Janey, was making a dark wet pool of water on the expensive carpet in his father's home. He was chagrined and red in the face, angry at himself and very, very tender to any comments. His latest girl friend had soon found that out about him his egotistical tenderness and curbed her often biting and sarcastic tongue when she was with him. After the events that had happened already tonight, Janey didn't want anything to go wrong. But, still, it was funny, and how differently the evening had begun a few short hours before...
After her mother had come downstairs and told her that the man what was his name? Jack Wynn? No, Jason had rented the room, she returned to sunning herself, stripping off her blouse and lying on the porch on a grass mat, letting her youthfully upturned breasts soak up the tanning rays of the first hot sun of the year. It was titillating to think what the girls in the shower room would say when she came to school with a golden glow all over, with only her dark brown nipples accent points on her otherwise evenly tanned young body. They'd eat their hearts out, just like they did because she was dating Bill, and she'd never let on that she'd got the tan innocently, either, and not on the deck of Old Man Cutler's mansion, or out on the river with Bill.
After sunbathing, Janey showered, still tingling from the excitement of the simulated wickedness which lying out there nearly naked had given her, and went into her little bedroom to dress. Her room was hardly big enough for her bed and wardrobe, but at least she had her privacy this way, and she never considered complaining about the inadequacies. She wasn't that kind of girl, and was simply happy that her mother was able to run the motel at a profit. Her mother had never said so, but Janey had the feeling that she was scrimping and saving to send her daughter to college, though Janey was having serious doubts that she wanted to go. Secretarial school, perhaps, or something like that, but college had never really interested her much, and she had been thinking about asking her mother if she could maybe work after she graduated and continue her real interest: sports. Both her parents had been athletic and her father had been a tremendous fisherman not commercially, but only for pleasure and it had only been a fluke that she hadn't gone along on the river with him that fateful day he'd drowned. Mother, with the motel to run and everything, had not been able since then to do much else, though she liked to fish and hunt as much as Janey's father had. Janey, weaned on hooks and fly-casting and shotgun powder, wanted to be able to be around that kind of life; perhaps, she thought while she dressed that afternoon, she could work with her mother in such a way as to allow them both enough free time to do the things they liked...
Janey Williams, not exactly like her mother physically, had the same interests, the same concerns, the same filial bonds; the vivacious teenager considered her loving and devoted attitude only natural, and never gave it a second thought. But it was stronger than she suspected, than either of them suspected...
She put on a nude-look flesh-colored bra and panties, the panties snugly tight and shockingly sheer around her buttocks and the soft mound of her young virginal cunt. She looked in the mirror and saw where the panties creased in the crevice between her vaginal lips, accentuating them with an indecent line which ran all the way down between the elastic leg bands to her vaginal area where it slipped into concealing shadow up between her firmly naked thighs. A moment of tiny misgiving crossed her mind, her body looking somehow more blatantly sexual in her dainty underwear than when she was completely naked, and then she quickly put on her frilly green rayon blouse and darker mini-skirt. Her brassiere showed through the blouse and the hem of her skirt was high enough so that, when she wasn't careful, her barely clad buttocks and upper thighs were visible and, though she was dressed, still gave off the aura of being without anything. A good outfit, she thought; good for keeping a boy like Bill Cutler interested in her.
Interested but not successful in his desire to make love to her. She'd handle him if he got too passionate, just as she always had, she thought as she waited for him to pick her up. He'd be here at seven, as he had every night during the past weekends, and they'd go to a movie or ride around or dance or whatever, and eventually they'd start necking.
Janey liked necking with her handsome young boy friend and had even gone so far as to let him play with her breasts; she sat in the living room of Bill's parents' house still drenched and blushed at the remembrance of that incident. The Sunday before she'd been down by the river, sunbathing with Bill beside her, and they'd begun kissing, kissing until she'd felt the hardened bulge in his swim trunks against her thighs. She remembered his strong but gentle hands on her bikini top, and how after a while she'd made no attempt to stop him from undoing the straps, or to stop the tenderly tingling sensations of his fingers as he'd traced over her hot naked flesh and then kissed her exposed and hardening nipples. A dryness crept into her throat at the recollection of how close she'd come to not stopping his hand as it had continued to wander, taunting her flat pulsating stomach madly, down to the thin wisp of her bikini bottom, attempting to pull it off too. She'd made the big effort then, and they'd argued; he'd threatened, cajoled, and at last had pleaded, but in the end, he'd gotten up disgustedly and walked around, smoking a cigarette. She'd had only the uncomfortable wetness between her legs to remind her of how close to the edge she'd strayed, and as she sat and waited for him to come this evening, she'd made a resolution to never let it happen again.
So far, this evening wasn't presenting any threat to her virginity. His parents were out, so the young couple had come to the house, raiding the pantry for dinner, which she cooked, and the liquor cabinet for some wine. A couple of bottles later, she wanted fresh air and he wanted to go out on the river, and they had walked down to the dock and boat house, where he carefully and with studied slowness removed the tarp from the family rowboat. Then he had climbed onto the boat house dock, taken her hand in an exaggerated courtly bow, and lost his footing, falling in the water beside the boat and taking her with him. Now they were back in the house, sopping messes, and she felt like laughing. It was so stupid of him, and yet so human, and it made her like Bill all the more.
"I'm drenched," she heard herself say thickly, still giddy from the wine.
"Lord, I can't let you go home like that, Janey. Your mother would kill me. I mean, we've drunk too much and show it, too."
"No, she'd understand."
"Maybe, but I don't want to take the chance. Anyway, the night's still young, and once you dry off, we can go do something else."
"I can't stay in these things," Janey argued, holding up a part of her sopping skirt for emphasis. "I'll catch my death of cold. I have to go home first."
"No, you don't. You can use the guest room and take all your things off. There's a bathrobe in there, and towels in the John, and I'll go upstairs and change myself. A couple of minutes in front of the heater and everything will be toasted dry. Hell, that stuff you're wearing is drip-dry, isn't it?"
Janey cocked an eyebrow. "No funny business?"
"Hell, I can't promise that," the handsome college student said impishly. "Not with the cutest girl in Silverton running half naked around my father's house. What kind of red-blooded American boy do you think I am?"
"Well, in that case-"
"But," he continued quickly, "you'll have more on with that bathrobe and what-all than when you're in your bathing suit. And I'll be changed."
"I recall what happened to me when I was in my bikini," she said wryly, then put her hands on her hips jauntily and eyed him, her head tilted to one side. "Still, I handled you then ... I guess I can handle you again."
It was all in fun, this teasing, and helped soothe his wounded pride; besides, she knew that it would be a mistake to demand that he take her home. It gave her a certain sensation of excitement at the thought of being near-eye naked around Bill in a bathrobe, a little bit of prurient mischievousness that appealed to her sporting nature. She let her boy friend lead her to the guest room and show her where everything was, and then he shut the door. In the bathroom, she undressed quickly, stripping the cold wet garments from her skin and grabbing a towel to rub herself. She caught her reflection in the mirror on the back of the door and paused momentarily to study the naked image she made, her smooth, lightly tanned skin now a reddish hue from her rubbing. She sat on the edge of the tub and dried her feet, and the silky soft hair curling in the hidden triangle of her youthfully innocent pussy-mound caught her eye. The wine was still in her blood, had made her just reckless enough to agree to this absurdity of removing her clothes, and she suddenly felt very hot. God, she was going to have coffee from now on tonight, because she was going to have to keep her head...
Suddenly she bolted upright and held the towel in front of her, for the bathroom door had opened and her date stood in the entrance wearing only a tight pair of underpants over his nakedness!
"Bill! You promised!"
He came toward her, shaking his head. "No, I didn't," he grinned maliciously, and she saw the heavy sag in the front of his shorts and the frightening protuberance pointing in her direction through the stretched cloth. Before she could protest further, he was tugging the towel away from her and gathering her into his arms, her firm naked flesh pressing tightly against his as he kissed her with fury, flattening and spreading her lips open until she uncontrollably darted her tongue into his rampaging mouth. A frightened hollowness came alive in the pit of her stomach as she suddenly felt herself being transported out and across to the large double bed of the guest room, where he laid her gently on the coverlet.
His hands commenced to explore her tremblingly defenseless body as they had the previous Sunday, only this time there was no hindering piece of cloth to stop them from reaching her traitorously tingling cunt. His fingers caressed her rapidly swelling breasts until she felt the tiny nipples distend, and then he sucked one into his eagerly searching mouth, causing her to whine feebly.
"No ... No, Bill," she begged, sensing the danger.
But it was as if she'd never spoken. His hands prowled with insane intensity over her ribs and belly, brushing her velvety soft pubic hair until excitement prickled dangerously up between her legs and she tried to squirm away. Still his fingers followed, splaying the tender lips of her virginally innocent cunt as he forced his mouth upon her own, and she groaned against him, unable to contain herself as she writhed on his touch and embrace.
"Bill ... Oh God, Bill, we mustn't!" she panted into his face. "You know we mustn't!"
Unheeding, he slipped out of his shorts and she heard him breathe harshly at his own nakedness, and then the confused young brunette felt the hugely menacing rigidity of his exposed penis press into the smooth helpless flesh of her hip. His fingers continued their assault on her madly tingling vaginal passage, burrowing deeper and deeper while she jerked and tossed, a soul-searing moan escaping from her throat as she arched her young body and rolled her head from side to side, grinding her perspiration-beaded, trembling thighs down into the mattress in a vain attempt to escape his finger worming insidiously up between her legs.
"No, no, no," she chanted, gnashing her teeth as the word ricocheted around the walls of her mind, knowing she must stop him but not knowing how. His persistently rigid penis slid down over her trembling belly, closer to the softly fuzzed furrow where his hand was spreading the thin and quivering pussy-lips wider and wider, but when she clamped her thighs together in protest, his fingers, trapped in the hair-covered lips of her aroused vagina, were suddenly all the more tantalizing. He flicked the tip of her buddingly erect clitoris, teasing it and sending insane spasms through her whole body so that she found to her anguish and dismay that her flesh would no longer obey her mind; her moist cunt-slit splayed open, her legs widening on their own, and the determined Bill thrust his fingers deep up into the pinkly moist, demanding hole of her throbbing vaginal passage.
"Ohhhhhhhhh," a long groan gurgled from deep in her throat, and she heard herself moaning: "You've got to stop, Bill ... You can't ... No, no..." And to her amazement and confused horror, when he took her unresisting hand and placed it on the swollen shaft of his rock-hard cock and then moved his hand back to her pulsating vagina, she let her fingers remain there, on his penis! She'd never seen a fully naked, aroused man before tonight, much less felt one's cock!
God, it was enormous! She'd never been aware of their size before, only having seen little boys' penises when she'd baby-sat and had to change their diapers. It would kill her if she allowed him to put that thickly distended length up inside her, it would split her virginal unstretched cunt right up the middle! But the feel of the hot cock-shaft pulsing with aroused passion in her trembling hand was a delight to her, and instinctively she began to stroke and massage it, rubbing the tautly firm skin back and forth. The boldness of her actions blended with curiosity to prompt her to move her other hand and feel his large testicles, their hairiness and silky texture, and with loving abandon caress them in her palm. Bill was grunting, his mouth firmly on hers, while she felt a strange wetness down between her quivering thighs where his huge cock-head was throbbing against her, and she wondered if he had cum. No ... his penis was still hard as concrete; it must be the lubricant that men produce...
"Janey ... Janey, I've got to have you!" he gasped frantically.
"No, God, no..." She moaned, the shock of his inciting words sending a lewd excitement through her as her finger-filled pussy quivered with her physical desire for him. She wanted him ... she wanted that terrifying penis she was holding to bury itself deep, deep up in her trembling belly ... God, how she wanted him!
"Janey ... Janey, I can't, wait any longer..."
He rolled on top of her and tried to lever his painfully swollen cock between her splayed thighs, down where his fingers were still massaging her pinkly inflamed flesh. She kissed him hard as he continued thrusting down through the upper portion of her wet, hair-lined slit, fighting madly to reach the tiny mouth of her smoothly virginal cunt, his every stroke sending wild sensations through her as his rigid cock-head rubbed the aching bud of her erect sensitive clitoris.
Then, once again, something snapped inside her brain, making her revolt from the act she was about to commit! His massively hard penis bearing down in determined concentration against the helplessness of her tender thighs and pulsating cuntal opening sent warning signals charging through her mind, awakening her in spite of the lulling haze of wine-induced abandon. The nearly forgotten vestiges of her principles, the morality her mother had taught her to hold sacred, came rushing back to her with tidal wave force, even as her young cunt angled upwards in its own surrender to her prurient desires.
"No! No, Bill, stop! I won't let you!"
"Damn you! You can't! You can't! I'm ready to cum! Don't chicken out, baby ... you'll love it! Ohhhhhhhh!"
The frightened teenager virgin pleaded, but he didn't seem to hear or care, and she reached down between them, taking his jerking cock in her hands and squeezing it only seconds before he would have entered her with his hard pummeling shaft.
"Ahhhhhhh! You bitch! You teasing little bitch!" he groaned at her. "I'm cumming! God damn it, I'm cumming!"
As she grasped the lust-thickened penis and he continued to pump his flood of hot sperm out wildly she felt his jerking cock expand and contract in her clutching hands while helpless gasps of passion poured from his lust-contorted lips. Sticky hot fluid soaked her trembling young thighs and matted her curly soft pubic hair, running down the open crevice of pink pussy-flesh he had almost succeeded in conquering and pooling on the bedspread between her open buttocks. He collapsed on top of her, groaning and spasming while she warmly caressed his deflating cock, letting the last of his cum drain out onto her still intact vaginal slit in a wanton display of perversion.
Slowly Janey's angry young boy friend sat up, not looking at her. He eased over to the side of the bed and let his feet touch the floor, rising and taking his underpants from the carpet to wipe the last of his white sticky cum from his now deflated cock. He threw the semen-soaked pants at her, and sneered.
"You bitch! What a miserable thing to do to a guy. You're nothing but a prick-teaser."
Janey, ashamed and humiliated beyond endurance, felt the sting of his castigations bring tears to her eyes. "Bill-"
"Shut up. Just shut up, will you? Clean yourself up and I'll take you home." His words were spit out as if he were talking to a street whore of the lowest kind. "I don't know what ever made me want to waste my time with a little baby like you."
He pivoted on his heel and stalked out the door, slamming it behind him, his loathing and disgust a heavy presence in the room long after he'd left. Janey sat in utter mortification and desolation for a long moment, her heart and soul tormented to the extreme. She took the sodden underpants he'd thrown at her and wiped her nakedness, opening her smooth legs to clean the sticky white seed from her hot young vagina and burning loins, the pain in her unsatisfied, still seething cunt as much a sore reminder of what she had almost lost and what she had lost in the way of a boy friend by her refusal as the persistent ache in her mind.
Slowly and disheartenedly, the young girl rose from the bed and went into the bathroom to retrieve her clothes. Her mind whirled with doubts and self-abasement, a torturing mosaic of hating herself for almost succumbing, for allowing herself to get so carried away and on the other hand for not letting Bill fuck her so she could thereby keep him ... God, what should she have done? What was the right way, the best way? The noble words of her mother's philosophy sounded extremely hollow in her ears at that moment, the victory for her virginity an empty one at best...
* * *
Elaine Williams had left the office at seven o'clock, five minutes after Janey's current boy friend, Bill Butler, had picked her daughter up in his sports car. She thought of Janey as she walked up to the dark and empty apartment, thought of how much a boon and companion she'd been as well as a child of which to be proud. Elaine wasn't worried about her daughter being with boys; the doctor had assured her that Janey was still a virgin as of the last check-up, and she was a good girl by nature. Of course, Elaine was well aware of the traps and snares young people could fall into in this day and age, but she was doing her best to keep Janey from falling into any of them. She'd thought she'd fairly well succeeded, and looked forward to the day when Janey would be an equal, a mature adult and no longer her little child.
Not that she was a child any longer; one look at her in the shower soaping her full-shaped breasts and down-covered vaginal mound told her mother that. And Elaine had looked, and looked whenever Janey was displaying herself, because she was proud of having produced such a fine lovely girl-woman. And yet ... there were times when she'd watched Janey's snub-nosed, freckle-faced innocence contrasted with the lush provocativeness of uprightly taut breasts, flat belly and gently sloping thighs, that the permissive mother had been worried that perhaps Janey was emerging into maturity a little too fast. But then she'd laugh away her silly fears, for the world was simply spinning faster these days, and hadn't she herself got married at nineteen?
Upstairs, she had puttered around the kitchen, a bit sad and feeling lonely with Janey out. The new transient was constantly on her mind and the harder she tried to dismiss their temporary boarder, Jason Wynn, from her thoughts, the more he seemed to come back to haunt her. She undressed for bed early, deciding to lie down and watch some TV from the portable set in the bedroom and just plain relax. It had been a harrowing day what with one thing and another, and she was awfully tired...
She stood naked after stripping her clothes off and hanging them up and examined herself critically in the soft artificial light of the bedroom before switching on the TV. She took the pins out of her hair and let the long silky jet-black strands fall to partially cover her snow-white breasts, with only the dark aureoles and nipples peeking through and the bottom curve of translucent flesh mounded below the hair-line. She let her eyes move across her still youthfully flat belly down to the softly curling pubic hair covering her moist hidden vaginal lips. Then she stretched, throwing her hair over her shoulder, and looked at her satiny smooth buttocks and the rippled muscles in the back of her slimly tapered thighs and calves.
I have a good body, she thought. I really do. She knew that some day that body would please some man with the same intensity and passion with which it had pleased Howie, her late husband. Until then, all she could do was hold it in reserve. She hadn't been bothered by this possible aging of her charms until today, strangely to say oh, she'd noticed her reflection in the mirror and looked at herself as she was now, but today she'd made the startling discovery that the original fires Howie had kindled in her many long years ago weren't cold embers but banked coals, threatening to burst into flame from the nearness of an attractively magnetic male animal.
Elaine lay down on the cool sheets on the bed, stretching out with a low grateful sigh. That's what had been the matter with her today, she'd found to her surprise, and yes, to her fear as well, that she was still sexually responsive and yearning for love and the chance to love in return. She tossed fretfully, completely naked and uncovered on the bed, the unusual spring heat less oppressive to her than her own inner fires, and kept asking herself the two most important questions of her life: when a woman is widowed early in her married life, how much does she owe her child? And: can romance live in life at thirty-six and after?
Damn that Jason Wynn for coming here today! she cursed. Damn, damn, damn! He was the one who'd made her so horridly aware of the gifts she had to offer, and the unrequited pangs of not having a man to whom she could give them totally and forever a man who would appreciate the extent of those treasures...
Elaine's thoughts were interrupted by a noise coming through the paper-thin walls of her bedroom coming from the room next to hers the room she'd just rented to Jason Wynn! At first, Elaine couldn't distinguish the sounds; then she heard a voice she recognized as Jason Wynn's, and a little later, to her surprise and consternation, she heard a woman's voice. It wasn't until Jason called his visitor by name that Elaine realized the woman in the next room was Susi Marshall, the most blatant and unashamed trollop in Silverton.
Susi Marshall in her motel! For a moment Elaine was tempted to get dressed and go tell that new boarder of hers that the White Water Motel was not some kind of local brothel, but then the sound of Jason's voice stopped her cold where she lay.
Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm! Then: Ahhhhhhhhh! Elaine lay rigid on the bed, holding her breath, suddenly realizing with blushing embarrassment that she was unintentionally overhearing her new tenant and that blonde whore making love in his bedroom...
"Run your fingers along my balls ... Suck, baby, suck my cock!"
She couldn't continue listening! That woman, that Susi Marshall was taking her boarder's throbbing penis in her mouth! How utterly perverse ... But Elaine was only able to lie motionless, caught in a strange series of involuntary sensations as she listened against her will and better judgment to the salacious conversation just slightly muted by the thin wall separating the two bedrooms.
"Ahhhhh, baby ... oh, the inside of your mouth is like melted honey. Oh Jesus, that's nice..."
I've got to get out of here! the distraught widow cried out to herself. But it was as though iron shackles were fettering her to the bed.
"You really love to suck cock, Susi ... Ohhhhh, ahhhh, mmmmm!"
Stop it! Stop it! Elaine screamed silently. But as she struggled mentally, she looked down the length of her smoothly taut body, and saw that, physically, she was reacting in a way entirely opposite to what her head was telling her. The nipples on her gently curved breasts were peaking out of their tiny wrinkles, becoming hard and raised like cherries on top of whipping cream. A tender aching was beginning to tingle up between her uncovered legs, and when in wonderment and disbelief she actually touched one of her thighs the contact of her fingers intensified the throbbing in her loins to a point where she could no longer ignore its presence or what it signified. Dear heaven above, she was becoming sexually stimulated by the lewd actions taking place next door! No, no, it couldn't be happening ... but it was, and her entire being quivered on the bed.
"Susi ... suck harder ... milk my cock dry, you little hot bitch! Ahhhhh..."
The inside of Elaine's mouth was dry and she ran her tongue moistly over her lips to dispel the arid cottony taste. Though she tried to blank her mind, it seemed to lewdly insist on projecting the image of what must be taking place a few feet away. Jason was on the bed ... yes, that was it, and Susi was kneeling over him stripped naked, her long lemon-yellow hair fanning over his obscenely proffered belly and abdomen, and she was taking his blood-swollen shaft in her warm wet mouth and sucking it wantonly, up and down, up and down...
A wave of shame caused her to flush a violent crimson. She'd never allowed Howie to kiss her between her thighs, or herself to kiss him down there in return, and here she was, dreaming of that degenerate act of working herself up to an impossible frenzy. She was aroused for the first time in six years, and there was no use trying to tell herself any different. If Howie had been there, she'd have gladly opened her legs wide and accepted his beautiful penis up inside her. for she needed it ... she needed release and needed it desperately...
"That's wonderful ... tickle my balls, baby ... Ohhhh, I'm about ready to cum in your mouth, Susi ... ohhh, suck harder!"
Elaine began to mould and knead her breast, slowly capitulating to her sexual hunger, her anguished needs which were spreading like an insidious cancer through her flesh. Only the reassuring knowledge that what she was doing would be a secret to everybody but herself helped ease the shame and horror of her perverted manipulations. Her other hand was moving to the crevice up between her wide-splayed thighs, already wet with the flowing secretions of her excitement. Gently she fingered her softly writhing flesh teasing at her curly pubic hair and inner vaginal lips as she trembled in the overwhelming grip of her powerful passions. Her searching finger contacted the insanely trembling erection of her throbbing little clitoris and she gasped in total defeat, rolling helplessly on the sheets with the obscene delight of touching herself down there.
"I'm going to cum, baby ... ahhhhh, suck it, suck it nowwwww!"
The fire burned more insatiable in her seething cunt, and demanded more to feed its lewd furnace of cravings. Elaine was picturing the lasciviously locked bodies next door as she inserted her middle finger deep up into the passion-moistened mouth of her electrically pulsating vagina, drawing her knees up and her smooth buttocks off the bed, high in the air as she arched with the maddening rhythm of her finger now two fingers screwing deeper and deeper up into herself. The frustrated mother could see in her mind's eye the naked Susi Marshall's hot ovaling lips and Jason Wynn's humping and jerking motions as he thrust his hips up toward her eagerly slavering mouth. Elaine finger-fucked herself faster and faster, aware of nothing except the delirious approach of her impending climax with theirs...
Not even aware of the sports car motor as it pulled up in front of the motel, bringing her daughter home early from her date...
* * *
"Get out of the car, and don't ever come around again," Bill Cutler sneered. He gunned the small engine in his MG with impatience. "I want to go out and find a real woman now and take the bad taste out of my mouth."
"Bill, please-"
"Stop your mewling, baby. Out."
Crying abjectly, the terrified, brow-beaten young girl flung herself out of the sports car and ran to the front door, having a difficult time unlocking it with her house key because of the tears streaming in sorrowful rivulets from her swollen eyes. Her mascara was running down her cheeks, staining her livid skin, so red and mottled from the outpourings of her anguished and tormented heart. She trembled as she unlocked the door to the motel, pausing to take a deep breath and smooth out her still damp skirt and blouse. Her head was spinning confusedly with the enveloping whirlwinds of her thoughts and emotions the effect of the traumatic evening, the wine, the nearness of being fucked for the first time filling her marrow and blood with quaking distress.
She had to talk to her mother Mother was her Rock of Gibraltar, her foundation for what she believed, her point of faith for her morals and actions ... but Mother wasn't in the living room of their apartment, even though the lights were on. She must be in the bedroom, the daughter concluded, seeing the light on in there and a strange squeaking noise coming from within. She crossed hesitantly on the carpeting, her flats making not the slightest noise, until she was at the open doorway...
Janey recoiled, choking back a cry of astonishment! A dreaded chill shot up her spine, blinding her brain momentarily from the shock of the carnal exhibition before her as she slumped against the doorjamb, utterly speechless with incomprehension. Strangely enough, she wasn't filled with loathing and hatred, even as her mind recovered sufficiently to put into clear focus the lustful tableau on the bed.
Her mother was lying on her back in an unnatural position of love-making, only there wasn't any partner! She was fingering herself and rubbing her breasts, the whole of her hair-lined vaginal slit pinkly open to her daughter's wide-eyed stare, and she was moaning with passion-crazed, clenched-mouth delight, the chant deliriously slurred.
"Ohhhhhhhhhh ... Ohhhhhhhh, ohhhhhhhhhhh..."
Elaine's hollowed buttocks were lifted several inches off the bed as she struggled upward, desperately trying to absorb the entirety of her hand in her perversely hungry cunt, a wet slavering sound drifting across the room to burn her daughter's ears. She flexed her trembling thighs, thrusting them rhythmically up and down the smooth poles of her fingers and then Janey heard the muffled shouts from the next apartment:
"That's it, Susi ... I'm going to cummmmm! I'm going to cum in your mouth ... Suck, baby, suck my cock!"
That new tenant! Janey reeled inwardly from the brazenly lewd implications, and she blinked the way an owl does as she tried to sort out and rationally absorb the total knowledge of what was going on. Jason Wynn was in his room with some girl named Susi, and she was sucking his cock ... and here, before her uncomprehending view, her own mother was reveling in the depravity of their acts, obscenely masturbating with all the abandon of a common slut off the streets, doing to herself what Janey had been taught to consider as one of the more loathsome practices, a defilement and degradation of the secret parts of a female which should be kept clean in spirit and flesh. Hadn't her camp counselor warned her about self-abuse? Hadn't Old Lady Withers in her health class told them that all such practices can turn you mad and cause pimples, and that only degenerates do such things to themselves? Hadn't her mother always told her to keep her vagina and breasts holy and to keep her respect in her soul?
My God, she'd never dreamed of such a pagan display of debased sensuality for the cries of wanton craving filtering from next door were so terrible, the idea of kissing a rigid male penis so unthinkable ... it might be expected of others, of weaker mortals ... But now, twisting obscenely in front of her, was her own mother!
Her Rock of Gibraltar crumbled, her foundation cracked and dissolved like sand before her eyes. She had placed her mother on a pedestal, had made her god-like the way a child does when dependent on the wisdom of the parent; but the time must come for disenchantment, or the child can never fully grow and reach mature independence. Most often the awareness that the parent is not perfect but has feet of clay comes over a period of time and is apt to be called "teenage rebellion," and in healthy situations this eventually turns out a young adult seeking his own way but regarding his parents in a new and better light, in the respect due one human being by another, not in adoring worship.
The trouble was, Janey had not let herself evolve to that point, for she was extremely close to her mother and had always thought of her in terms of someone superior. This revelation now, was cataclysmic to her, a sudden rupture of everything she'd deemed holy and untainted, and when added to the rest of the evening's horrors, made her teeter on the brink of insanity.
So as the impressionable young girl watched her mother play with her own rigid nipples, peaking them and rolling them between her forefinger and thumb, and jerk and lunge her lower body as if devil-possessed while her other hand swirled among the dark black hair of her widely stretched cunt, Janey was shattered. Her brain was angered to a furious pitch of illogical rejection: her mother had only been spouting trite phrases hypocritical platitudes which were said but not believed! All the lecturing, all the warnings to watch out for hands and mouths and the saving grace of waiting for the uncarnal love was a pile of crap! In practice, her mother was as debauched and lewd as any whore imaginable! What a goddamned fool Janey had been she should have let Bill fuck her silly tonight, and should have long ago spread her legs for every boy who came along. Actions speak louder than and are worth a thousand words. And Janey saw the truth ... or, she thought she saw the truth ... for Elaine Williams, having fallen off the pedestal she had been placed on in her daughter's mind, was no longer a white icon, but a black devil ... the truth of being a little of both, of being gray and human, hadn't yet entered Janey's small world...
Janey told herself to go in and tear her mother from her wild spectacle of unadulterated passion, but she couldn't. She couldn't even turn away and leave the older woman to her own ungodly revelries, for she found herself not only revolted and sickened by seeing the gyrating naked body spread-eagled in lewdness on the bed, but wildly fascinated. And why not, she asked herself ... isn't that the way she should be now, now that she'd woken up to the facts?
But as much as she wanted to reject her mother, there was still the unconscious tug of love and devotion running below the surface of her immediate reactions, making her keep her eyes on that black mound of pubic hair that was being so blatantly aroused, making the confused teenager stay for the exact opposite reason she was telling herself was the force which kept her at the door. Love ... hate; often the difference is hard to distinguish, frequently mingling in ambivalent attitudes.
"Ohhhhh ... Ohhhhh ... Ohhhhh..."
"Suck, Susi, suck...."
Janey heard the sounds and saw her mother's eyes grow glassy and sticky lubrications seep from between her smoothly rounded buttocks as they ground and bumped in her wild ride to ecstasy. There, Janey groaned inwardly, her breath hot and heavy in her constricted chest, there was where I was born ... between those long legs and downy soft black curls was the heart of my conception.
Elaine, unaware that her daughter was so enraptured, yet so destroyed, by watching her finger herself to orgasm, was squirming lewdly in the throes of her perverse passion, seeing mentally their temporary boarder's swollen glistening cock ramming in and out of the hotly sucking woman's clasping mouth next door and her hands became that cock, and her gasps matched those of the lasciviously surging bodies on the other side of the wall. Oh, how she wished Howie were here to pump his delicious cum into her hotly searing passage, for the fingers weren't enough! Her thoughts centered on the erectly thick member ravishing Susi Marshall's lips, and she had to have more inside her, but there was nothing except her fingers. In desperation she reached up over her curving buttocks with the hand which had been working her breasts and searched the wet anal crevice, squirming a finger up into the tiny puckered rectum between her moon-shaped buttocks. She gasped from her haste, as the finger dug painfully into the rubbery soft walls of her invaded anus, sending a sharp jolt through her. Then electric tingles of darting pleasure raced through her again and her strained face colored crimson as she felt her impending climax coming, coming with a great roar-
"Ahhhhhhhh!" Jason screamed through the partition. "I'm there!"
Janey shuddered with emphatic identification as she sensed that the people in the other room were cumming and that her mother was responding. Her own genitals ached like a seething volcano, almost ready to burst but not quite stimulated to that apex yet. The young daughter, projecting her own wishful fantasies as she looked at her mother's obscenely displayed vaginal mound and tight hairless anus being insanely ravished by her own fingers, sucked in her breath as she saw a mighty shudder break in thunderous waves across her mother's lust-filled face, and clenched her trembling thighs shut as her mother moaned out her self-induced orgasm-
Elaine's whole body vibrated uncontrollably, and then sticky hot juices gushed from around her fingers, covering her hand and running in lewd rivulets down the inside of her excitedly quivering thighs and her other hand. A ecstatic female gasp reverberated through the wall, followed by a low male groan, and then there was utter silence from the savage couple next door. Pinwheels of light burst in front of Elaine's eyes as she cried out once, twice, with the acute pleasure of her own release, and arched her back, squeezing her spasming cuntal area as hard as she could; then sunk to the bed, completely exhausted.
She couldn't bring herself to withdraw her fingers from herself until the last dying throbs had stilled inside, but finally she allowed her hands to slither wetly from her satiated cunt and anus and she rolled limply over, burrowing her head in her pillow, tiny tendrils of guilt beginning to crawl over her. She didn't hear Jason and Susi as they changed positions so that he could suck her blonde-haired cunt, nor did Elaine hear her child creep away to her own room, closing the door and locking it.
But Janey couldn't lock out the numbing pain in her soul and the images of what she'd just witnessed, alone and confused with torment. Her mother was no longer a sanctuary, a place to run and find peace and salvation; she was just the opposite, the cause of agony and disruption, not the reliever of it.
Elaine was sick with the knowledge of what she'd done as sanity slowly returned to her. What was the matter with her now? Was she so starved, so wrought up by this Jason Wynn, whom she hardly knew, that she was having to resort to self-manipulation for satisfaction? Would she repeat it time and again now? Her stomach churned, and the guilt-ridden mother clenched her eyes shut and took the other pillow from beside her to cover the back of her head. Little by little her spasming muscles relaxed with the lethargy of post-orgasmic release, and her physical calmness spread to her mind, which was dazed to the point of welcoming the relief, the escape from her frustrated agony. A drowsiness drifted over her, and a blissful, healing sleep let her sink into unconsciousness, stopping her from reliving the purgatory to which she'd condemned herself.
One week, she thought just before she slept. Only one week ... and he 'll be gone....
CHAPTER THREE
The next morning the sun rose hidden behind soft veils of early morning fog that curled and nestled in the hills around Silverton as if reluctant to yield to the day's insistent light. But it wasn't long before the mist cleared, collecting first in tiny pockets protected from the sun's warmth by the bends and twists in the brisk waters of the chilly Chinooga, and then vanishing without a trace as the sun rose higher and melted it away. It was still early, though, when the patch of sunlight creeping across Janey Williams ceiling reached her bed, climbed down slowly, and played insistently on her closed eyelids.
With a yawn, the young girl turned over on the bed, her eyes still shut trying to ignore the fact that she was still awake. She had hardly slept all night, so upset had she been over the terrible scene she'd witnessed the night before in her mother's bedroom. She knew she couldn't face her mother this morning couldn't face her at all until she had sorted out some of the confusion and resentment she'd built up over the long night, and resolved a few things in her own mind.
Janey decided to sun herself on the porch, though because of the temporary tenant she knew that she couldn't go bare-breasted as she had been doing the previous day. She slipped on her magenta-colored bikini and her terry cloth beach robe that came just below the first swell of her youthful thighs, and silently padded out of her bedroom and around to the second-story porch. She was deeply troubled by the shattering knowledge that her mother was a sensual and carnal woman, and not at all saintly and above the "sins of the flesh" she had warned her daughter to avoid. There was nobody the young daughter could talk to, nor was she sure of her own feelings, sensing little save a kind of reeling numbness; not hate, not love, not really anything but confusion.
She was surprised to see Jason Wynn down in the yard below her, dressed only in a pair of faded dungarees, lying on his back in one of the canvas cots dotting the unkept lawn that sloped down to the river. The sixteen year old gasped with admiration at the way the early morning sun rippled across his fine, exposed chest, his firm muscles and his copper skin. God, but that man's built, she thought peripherally, and so confident and virile Bill was only a boy compared to him. He was so graceful and lean as he stretched out on the cot, one arm thrown casually across his eyes to shield them from the early morning sun.
Down below, Jason was awake when Janey came out onto the balcony porch. He had been up for over an hour, having made sure that Susi Marshall had left the motel before either Elaine Williams or her young daughter had awakened. Not that he really cared whether or not they objected to his bringing a girl into his room, but he knew it was easier all around if he just kept things a little cool. After all, his temporary landlady had said he could entertain in his room, if only he was "discreet". Jason smiled to himself as he remembered the nervousness in Mrs. Williams' face when she'd said that.
Jason lifted his arm slightly from his eyes as he heard the door above him on the porch open and someone come out of the house. Not giving away the fact that he was watching, he gazed transfixed as the lithe figure of the lovely young girl appeared on the porch. He stared as the sunlight caught her youthful beauty, her innocent ripeness. Her terry cloth robe was untied, because the day was already uncommonly warm, and the creamy surface of her smooth skin was displayed, barely covered by the thin strands of her tiny bikini. Her sensuous mouth was parted and her teeth slightly bared as she looked down at him, and the sun seemed to focus on the triangle of her wispily concealed vagina, presenting it to him as if it were an offering there to be taken by his hard stabbing cock. Her high and inviting young breasts were barely restrained by the tight top, jutting out like twin hillocks, waiting to be climbed; her legs so slender, curving so smoothly into her inner thighs and firm buttocks, seemed to beg him to go up to her and bury himself up between them. His massively lurching cock strained against his pants as he gazed with increasing lust up at the beautiful teenager, his mind churning devilishly with lascivious and devious thoughts as to how best to bring her under his control and body. Then he called up to her, and saw her jump as she realized he'd been watching her. "Good morning!"
"Oh!" came the surprised reply, "Good morning. I ... I thought you were asleep."
"Nope," the husky construction foreman called back, "just trying to get rid of a hangover. Come on down."
"All right." She giggled delightedly and disappeared from view, only to emerge a few minutes later from the back door. She came across the yard, provocative in her walk and stance without even being aware of her natural sensuality.
"You're up early, Mr. Wynn."
"The early bird catches the worm," he grinned at her with strange emphasis. "And call me Jason it's a lot less formal between friends."
"Oh? Are we friends?" she said coyly.
"Aren't we?" The masculine roomer knew this was a game, a teasing game that teenage girls love to play and never mean. He knew it and went along with it. Lose a battle, win the war...
"Sure we are, I guess ... Jason. And I'm Janey."
"I know. I heard your mother call you yesterday."
"Oh her," she grimaced.
Normally, such a reaction would be expected of a girl, it being no more than the usual adolescent disdain for parents, but Jason caught a deeper undercurrent of true feeling behind her casual remark. Being the man he was, with his devotion to seduction, he felt that there might be a weak point into which to drive the wedge of his lusty cock; with the jungle instinct of a predatory lion of long experience, he began shaping a plan of attack around that innocuous throw-away comment.
"Where's your girl friend?" Janey asked slyly. She hadn't forgotten about the moans and growls of lust which had been emanating from his room the night before while her mother had finger-fucked herself. His part in the incident didn't bother her after all, Jason Wynn was a man, and such things were to be expected of him; her mother was the seed of her anguish. "You know, Susi Marshall..."
If Janey had the impression he'd blush like the boys she knew would have, she was mistaken. He threw back his head and laughed uproariously. "You know about last night then?"
"Sure, the whole county does, you were making so much noise."
"What the hell, can't two people enjoy themselves?"
"But not with Susi Marshall, she's..." Janey stopped in confusion, suddenly realizing how far she'd gone with this handsome stranger. But Jason wasn't about to let the subject drop.
"She's what?" he asked after a pause, knowing full well what the young daughter had just barely stopped herself from saying.
Janey blushed. How could she say to this smiling man that the girl he'd just spent the night with was nothing more than a common whore, and that the whole town of Silverton knew about her and how she carried on with the tourists every year, and even with the local citizens after the tourist season ended. More than one prominent husband and father had been linked scandalously with Susi Marshall, and more than one irate wife had kept a secret watch outside the door to Susi's home when a roving husband was late coming home at night.
"Well, I mean ... well, she goes around with everybody," Janey managed to say, trying to extricate herself from the corner she'd worked herself into. "You know ... with everybody."
"So what," Jason grinned, not at all abashed by the confirmation of what he'd suspected all along: that sweet Susi was not at all unused to the fleeting pleasures of one-night stands, or the indignity of back doors in the early hours of the morning. "If somebody wants to have sex with a lot of different people, that's her business. Right? I mean, she certainly didn't have to force me to bring her back here to the motel with me last night. As a matter-of-fact, I have to admit that we had a very ... very enjoyable evening." Jason grinned obscenely as he watched Janey's face blush crimson again, knowing that his leering tone had shocked her.
Janey tried to change the subject, feeling it was getting just a little too intimate for her: she wanted to escape lewdness this morning, not get more of it.
"It's a beautiful morning, isn't it?"
"Yeah, just great," Jason grinned, hardly able to keep his eyes from tearing the flimsy robe of this luscious young creature's intoxicating body. "You planning to sunbathe?" he asked nonchalantly.
"Well ... there isn't anything else really to do," she replied. "But I'd sure like to get away from here. You got a car?"
"Susi just borrowed it."
"Oh, yeah ... Susi."
"Come on, Janey, she's just a friend. I'm not married to her."
"You slept with her, didn't you?" the young girl blurted out before she'd realized what she'd been thinking. She averted her eyes, angry at herself, and embarrassed at the way Jason laughed at her again.
"What do you know about sex, little lady?"
"More than you think," she said grimly. "More than you think."
He chortled again. Jason lewdly thought about the pawing and groping hands of the local kids on her tender breasts, and her passion-filled kissing in the drive-in. She was obviously still a virgin; Christ, her could almost smell her quivering little hymen stretched across her cherry cunt ... well, if he had his way, she'd sure soon have a lot of knowledge about sex, straight from his own throbbing cock! But he'd have to get her away from here, away from the prying eyes of her mother another luscious cunt he wasn't forgetting to consider ways and means about and all the other distractions. Some place quiet...
"Well, how about going out on the river?" the older man suggested, thumbing towards the Williams' rowboat which lay pulled up on the sand down by the water. "It would give you some exercise."
"Heck, I've seen everywhere that's anywhere around here."
"Well, I haven't seen everywhere or anywhere. Show me."
Janey looked up at him. Why not? A beautiful day, and it would give her something to do, and he was such a nice understanding, cool guy. He might be over thirty, but he's not square, she thought, nodding her head in sudden agreement. "All right," she said, "I'll get the oars."
"And I'll get ... some other things," Jason added, grinning with intense pleasure. Some extra special other things.
Within five minutes they had met down by the river, Janey carrying the oars, and Jason a small bag. The excited teenager had to run quickly back up to the house to get a towel, but soon they were underway, Jason pulling easily at the oars, sending them downstream at a pace increased by the sometimes swift current of the river. Janey sat in the back, glad to be away from the motel and the claustrophobic feeling it had given her this morning. She pointed out things in the river and along the bank to Jason, and laughed when he displayed the ignorance of nature so common to big city dwellers. The day was perfectly clear, only a few wisps of high-flying cirrus clouds to spoil the otherwise multi-hued shade of azure which apread above the hanging trees shading the river. After thirty minutes or so, Jason suggested they go somewhere out of the way and secluded, and she agreed.
She was still disturbed by the events of last night, and wanted a little peace and quiet in which to contemplate.
She knew just the spot, too. The pines were thinned out, allowing a small section of sandy beach about five yards long just enough to pull the boat out and relax on the sand, alone and undisturbed, letting the world go by without noticing them. She guided Jason a little farther down river, directed him to the right through a narrow fork, and then they were there. Soon they had beached the boat, gone for a short swim, and climbed out again to spread their towels on the sand and collapse gratefully out again to spread their towels on the sand and collapse gratefully under the hot sun. Janey lay back on her towel, the warm rays baking her, feeling the nearness of the older man next to her but not caring, not afraid.
"I could go for a cigarette. You want one?" Jason asked sitting up.
"No, no thank you."
"You don't smoke?"
"Well ... sometimes." Janey didn't want to act unsophisticated in front of him or make him think she was a child or something. "Okay," she nodded impulsively.
He grinned at her and stretched himself so he could reach into his bag for that extra special something he'd brought along.
They were odd-looking, Janey thought as he handed her one. Loose, with a funny brown-colored, shaggy tobacco. He saw her hesitation and explained.
"They're Mexican, Janey. I got them down there. Mild, but lots of flavor. That's what you smoke for, isn't it?"
"Yeah, sure ... I guess so." The naive young girl placed one in her mouth and cupped his hand as he lit it with his lighter. She inhaled, and was pleased to find out that he was right, that the cigarette was peculiar smelling but very tasty, sort of sweetish in fact. But a small tendril of giddiness hit her, in spite of their mildness, and suddenly the river seemed to undulate in front of her. "Whoo! They're sure different, all right, but I like them."
"I thought you would," the scheming man said insidiously. Jason thought to himself that this girl must be very ignorant not to know that she wasn't smoking Mexican cigarettes, but marijuana. Hell, he'd never even been to Mexico! He watched her carefully as she smoked, keeping her mind off what she was doing by a constant patter of lively jokes and remarks, making her giggle and her eyes sparkle as her lungs inhaled the curling fog of the euphoric drug...
Slowly and without her realizing it, the young teenager began to fall under its magic spell, making her feel free, uncaring, devil-take-the-hindmost. She felt a warm comradeship for Jason now, grabbing his arm as he told jokes and she laughed, giving him sidelong provocative glances, loving the world and herself and wanting him to like her as well. Janey rested her chin on her drawn-up knees and dreamily leaned against her newfound friend to let him know that she was enjoying the day, and his company ... and the delicious illusion fostered by the marijuana he continually gave her pervaded her slim untouched body, giving her a tingling sensation deep inside, so deep that she couldn't imagine its bottom.
"Oh, I don't want ever to leave here, Jason," she said, after a pause in the conversation. "Why not?"
"I don't want to go home. My mother-" She caught herself just before she was going to tell all about what she'd seen. She put her hand to her mouth in a gesture of silence.
"Go on, what about her?"
"I can't tell you."
"You should tell somebody, Janey. I can see you've been very upset and worried about something, and that's no good."
"You can?" she asked thickly. "It's not?"
"No," he answered smoothly, "it's not. And it was obvious that you've been bothered all night, because when you came downstairs this morning, you were almost shaking." She hadn't been, but it was a good lie at the moment, and he knew that she wasn't in any condition to think rationally about this morning and contradict; she nodded her head in agreement.
"Well, I have been, but it's not a nice subject. It's about ... sex!" She said the last word in a hushed and excited tone, her eyes wide. "Sex, you know?"
"Yeah, I know, Janey," Jason said. "But everybody has sex lives you, me, your mother and there's no use trying to hide the fact or pretending it doesn't exist." He felt her smooth young shoulders trembling enticingly as she leaned against him and he placed a protective arm around her, patting her other shoulder like a father would. "Go ahead and spill it, honey. I'm not going to spread it around, and you can't keep it bottled up inside you forever."
The marijuana-induced freedom had lowered Janey's gates of natural reluctance, just as if she'd been drinking all afternoon. She felt hot tears brim in her eyes, and while she felt silly for bursting out crying, she couldn't stop herself, feeling now even more intensely all the bitter emotions she'd been nagged with since she'd been almost raped by Bill Cutler. Then haltingly, letting the whole confession pour out unstopped and uncensored, she lay bare her innermost heart, telling Jason in a babbling, choking slur about everything.
It didn't take much imagination for the surprised man beside her to unravel her distorted and unconnected train of thought, and an excited glow flickered into his eyes, the stirrings of lewd and excited passions boiling in the pit of his belly. Hot damn! Her mother fingering herself off while listening to me get sucked by Susi! That only shows that the old lady is hot to trot for cock, especially if her kid is right she hasn't had a steady man around for six years. God, I'd bust apart if I didn't get my balls emptied for half that time! And this little virgin teenager almost got some cock rammed into her last night only leave it to some inexperienced. kid to get over-anxious and ruin the pitch ... But I won't screw things up. This one is as good as fucked right now. . .
Unaware of his thoughts, Janey finished her agonizing story and pressed her face tightly against Jason's cheek, crying softly. "Oh, Jason, I'm so miserable. I don't know what to do!"
"Janey, tell me something. Did you enjoy seeing your mother playing with herself?"
"What? No, no, I just told you-"
"Come on, tell the truth. You watched her for a long time, not doing anything, and if you were excited, you shouldn't be ashamed of it. Watching people having sex is almost as much fun as doing it."
"You ... you sound as if you approve of what she did!" Janey broke away in horror. "As if-as if you think that everybody ought to have their kicks any way they please!"
Jason shrugged, gazing at her through lidded eyes. "No, I'm saying that we ought to be honest with one another. If two people or in the case of your mother, one person enjoy what they're doing, who are you to castigate them? Sex is good, clean fun, and it can't hurt anybody, only make people closer."
"You mean ... like me and Bill last night? I ... I should have let him do it to me?"
"Maybe, maybe not. Maybe you weren't ready for him, didn't really want him, and he was unable to prepare you properly. A girl's first time is very important."
"Then, then what should I do about Mother? You think she feels the way you're describing I should be?"
He shook his head ruefully. "I doubt it. She's of her generation." He laughed out loud. "What the hell, so am I, but of a different school. I believe the way you young kids do that this is the age of freedom, and what's the use of being free on the outside, if you're not that way inside? But your mother, Janey, your mother has a lot of hang-ups, and she probably feels right terrible about what she's done. And she shouldn't."
His talk was unnerving the pretty young virgin so much had happened in so short a time, and her mind was confused and uncertain, the marijuana in her blood fogging her perceptions and sense of impending danger. She was cradled in the warmth of the older man's arms now, still shaking with nerves and sobbing with emotion. The cigarette smoke hazily filled her with warmth, and enhanced the pungent aroma of Jason's masculine body, and his gently stroking hand on her naked arm was beginning to send feathery soft tickles of excitement down to her virgin pubic region. She tightened her inner thighs, even squirmed her sensuous young buttocks slightly on the warm sand so as to choke off the unwanted agitations that were tingling down there.
"Jason, Jason, you're so kind to me. You understand me," she whimpered. She was wide open to new suggestions and directions now, vulnerable because the old way of her mother's had been proved to be only a facade. Or ... was her mother right? The drugged sixteen year old couldn't accept this man's philosophy, not after so many years of being ingrained with a strict puritanical morality, in spite of the fact that she considered her mother a hypocrite and her ethics questionable. But Jason Wynn did seem to understand her, for he'd been right about her being excited by watching her mother fingering herself ... Oh God, she didn't know what to do, what to think. . .
"I don't want to talk about it any longer," she said. "I need time to think. You understand me, but I don't believe I understand myself, and ... and..." she couldn't continue, and more hot tears spilled from her blurred eyes, down over her satiny smooth flesh and into the enticing cleavage of her bikini top. She was so disturbed and crazy from the marijuana and her tribulations, that she let the salt water rain on them both like a spring shower.
Jason felt the warmly resilient flesh of the young girl tight against him as she quivered violently with her adolescent emotions, and saw the streams of her bitterness run unheeded down her face and fall in rivulets between her sorrowfully heaving breasts. God, it was going to be good! The pulsing blood in his expectant penis was pounding like mad now, and his huge testicles ached with anticipation of the way her tightly virginal little cunt was going to feel throbbing around the thrusting hardness of his invading cock.
"Well, then, don't think about it, Janey," he murmured in her shell-like ear. "We won't talk about how your mother was fingering herself until she came, and how I was undressed with my hard cock being sucked by Susi Marshall ... We won't talk about it any longer...."
His words were mesmerically soothing to Janey, and as he continued to stroke gently across her satiny skin, he knew that, though he was telling her that they wouldn't talk about it, the longer he did, the larger the recollections would grow in her completely drugged mind. He felt her warmly up-thrust breasts pressing against his hairy chest and her bikini-covered nipples hardening slightly, and figured that already she was thinking about last night, conjuring up the lewdly depraved scenes over and over like an unending strip of film.
"Don't think about it...."
Janey tried to will herself not to, but the maddening twitching in her youthfully firm belly and the traitorous moistness which was seeping around her tightly clasped cunt were beginning to overpower her. She moaned softly and all the while he kept whispering words in her hair, words that became gradually bolder and more corrupting.
" ... your mother's pink cunt, and her fingers rubbing up and down along the lips of it ... don't think about the way she looked, arching, straining to climax, her hand deep inside her pussy, her pussy which is just like yours ... and don't think about Susi waiting to put her lips around my hard cock, to suck the cum out of my balls ... No, don't think about it, Janey..."
The young girl was breathing faster now, and then casually Jason brought his hand around and lightly touched one rapidly swelling breast, rubbing his palm slowly over her bikini top. She gasped and shuddered, and convulsively stiffened from his touch, but he didn't stop and somehow she didn't want him to ... The words he'd spoken about being honest and free ran along with the lurid images of her mother and him, naked and abandoned in their own ways and on opposite sides of the wall and she had to admit that his fingers felt so good, so goooood ... Then she gulped fresh air, a warning bell of what was happening to her, what she was allowing to happen to her, tolling in her brain. She jackknifed against him, squirming her slender hips on the sand and turning her body away; but in doing so, her mouth came up and brushed against his, and suddenly she felt him kissing her.
His kiss was intense fire, the kiss of a lover, not the unpracticed slaverings of the boys she'd necked with. It was like the difference between a tiger and a pussycat on her system, and her primeval urges, unleashed by her torment and the marijuana, engulfed her. The young teenage virgin allowed her gasping mouth to open wider and accept his sensuously flicking tongue in a French soul-kiss which made her head spin and her blood boil.
Jason pushed the bikini top up now, grazing his fingers along the firmly molded breasts, kneading the pliant nipple with his thumb and forefinger the way her mother had done to herself last night. He knew that she'd remember the similarity and it would excite her more ... and it did, it made her fantasizing mind weave a magic spell around what he was doing. She mewled abjectly, capitulating by stretching out beside him, pressing herself wantonly to the older man with all the urgency of her suddenly liberated body. Then his insistent lips were sucking one rigidly distended nipple, making her delirious with uncontrollable joy, the marijuana highlighting her physical pleasure a hundredfold while dulling her denials and rejections to a nonexistent level.
Surely he would stop there, her mind told her wildly as he gently removed her bikini-top. Surely he would he was old enough to be her father after all; but then the construction foreman's fingers began teasing the secret mound at the base of her smooth little belly, though unable to dip lower because of the way she'd automatically contracted her thighs, squeezing them shut in a last-ditch attempt to salvage something of this lewd rape of her unsullied being. But the flood of salacious lubrications was already showing through her thin bikini, and she felt the soft wetness against her squirming pussy-flesh as his insidious fingers wormed their way expertly up between her tensed legs, the building delights sweeping away her indecisions and fears. It was wickedly good ... and she was doing no worse than her mother had done, the difference was that a man was playing with her instead of herself and who was to say which was the worse sin?
Jason's exploring hand became bolder as her desires overcame her resistance, and Janey allowed her legs to gradually widen to his teasing probing. Then, before she was aware of it, her thin bikini bottom was down, stripped off over her quivering thighs and around her ankles, the gentle river breezes sending a cooling shock to her softly curling fleece of sparse auburn pubic hair. She could feel the tender wall of her virgin cunt seeping its love-fluids into the palm of the man's hand as he slowly worked his fingers around the mouth of her cuntal opening, expanding her tightly constricted hole and teasing her innocent genitals until she was almost out of her mind. She was ready to crawl into the river to quench the fires raging out of control in her hungrily contracting little cunt; her lust-glazed, marijuana-smoked eyes stared at Jason without comprehension, her brain reeling so fast that she couldn't tell whether this was actually happening to her or not if the sand and Jason and her own lewd nakedness were figments of her dreaming mind, or if time really was standing still for her...
Jason, over twice Janey's age, was holding his breath from the sight of the young teenager's erotically naked body before him, and he could barely believe himself so lucky as to have her lying flat on her back breathing wildly and passionately, all his ... all his, and it would be the first time for her, too! He stared in delight at the soft silken down that covered the junction of her slightly splayed thighs, and at his rummaging hand that was teasing maddeningly at the thin pink slit which ran from her virgin clitoral bud to her tiny puckered anus. He'd fucked a lot of women, but never anything as pure and innocent and young as this Janey Williams! The mere thought of the uncontrollable helpless moans escaping from those barely touched lips goaded his erect cock to aching hardness and he felt it press against his pants with its lusting to be free, to be inside that virginal little vagina.
"Ohhhhh, ohhhhhh," Janey gasped and groaned, her flowingly lubricated cunt opening and closing and sucking at his fingers which were tormenting the hotly throbbing little mouth of lust, and the cords of her neck stood out as she pulled the very last of her strength to somehow control the whirlwind of passions which had seized hold of her insanely quivering loins. This was where she had to stop! This was where, last night, she had stopped Bill ... but when she rolled against Jason, intending to force him to remove his hand as she had done with Bill, she could only roll back again and lie gasping like a goldfish out of water, twitching and undulating, unable to stop the maddening surge inside her tormentedly contracting belly and vagina. This couldn't be happening to her! It couldn't ... But it was! And when, with a malicious groan of burning depravity, the man beside her unzipped his pants and exposed his lewdly hardened penis to her drugged gaze, the remaining remnants of her vow to retain her virginity until marriage shattered like crystal glass.
Jason couldn't stand it any longer his painfully swelling cock was goaded to the very limit of its fevered endurance. It was all he could do to keep from ramming his boiling shaft forward and impaling this sweetly undefiled child right then, but his desire to have her again and again made him slow down and work her further into a state where she would demand more, more . , . and never stop wanting his cock in her. He rolled on top of her, his rigid bloated penis brushing against her salaciously moist pubic hairs. He planted his hands on either side of her shoulders so that he could see down between their naked perspiring bodies and watch her uptilted cunt as it was throbbingly exposed to him, her narrow vaginal slit so inviting with its pink hair-fringed lips held wide apart by the pressure of his powerful thighs pressing tightly outward against hers.
Pinioned there on her towel on the sandy beach, the helpless virgin could see dimly through her passion and drug-filled cloud, and she could feel the hugeness of his fleshy hardness lying the full length of her defenselessly quivering vagina, its jerking cock-head blunt and hot between her wide-splayed thighs, softly insinuating itself in a maddening tease that caused her to jerk her hips upwards as her hungry cunt searched desperately for the rigid, blood-filled shaft. Then Jason pushed forward, and Janey sensed the lips around her maddeningly pulsating vagina push open to receive his throbbing penis, and the elastic tightness of her unbroken hymen resist painfully as he drove harder at the door to her virgin womb. He flexed again, and suddenly there was a ripping pain, sharp and prickling, and warm blood flowed from her violated cunt to wet the towel and white sands beneath the crevice of her squirming buttocks.
He shoved again, sinking his lust-inflated penis all the way inside her widely stretched cunt until his heavy testicles slammed resoundingly down against her jerking anus. Janey screwed herself down in the soft sand in a vain attempt to escape the cruelly inhuman impalement, her legs kicking futilely in the air.
"Oh God, nooooo! Nooooo!" she groaned, not caring about anything except the pain in her belly, burning deeply and irrevocably into her very soul. But, Jason pinned her down with his body and arms and burrowed his rock-hard length farther up with jerking and sliding motions, the fiery plunging cock-shaft filling her until the tip of his swollen glans was battering far back against her abused cervix. Then the pain slowly began to recede as she flexed her unaccustomed cuntal muscles and her painfully dilated vaginal interior clasped his pulsing shaft like a moist living glove, flames of tingling desire starting to shoot up from her impaled loins as she slowly became accustomed to the alien invasion.
"Ohhhhhh," she groaned through her emotion-bared teeth, fighting desperately to conquer that thin line between pain and pleasure.
Jason waited a moment and then pressed again into the wetly clinging folds of her cock-filled vagina, watching her face contort more intensely now below his.
"Ahhhhhhhhhh!"
The beaten girl began to respond now, her wetly warm cunt answering his pumping penis with soft pulsations of its own as she unconsciously rotated her hips, her widening vagina dilating in time to the man's beating rhythm. She began hesitantly to grind up against his muscular loins as he initiated hard stroking up into her hotly steaming channel, her excited vaginal juices dribbling down her buttock cheeks as she surged back and forth to his sawing motion.
Dear God, this is wonderful! Is this what I've been missing for so long? Dear God, I'll never be able to get enough...
The defiled virgin's nails gouged a path down her conqueror's back and she drew his thickly slavoring tongue voraciously into her mouth, swallowing it greedily as she squirmed and rocked, her legs wrapped tightly around his flexing hips, her ankles locked together and pulling him even deeper up inside her, the full length of his wildly pistoning cock sinking into her freshly ravaged vagina.
"I'm ... I'm going to cum, Janey," Jason panted uncontrollably.
"Yes, yes, fill me with your hot beautiful cum," she babbled, and felt her own release her very first orgasm billowing from the furnaces of her passion. "Yes, and I'm ... I'm going to cummmmm tooooo!"
And as she gasped in ecstasy, Jason reached behind and grasped hard at her spasming buttocks of creamy firm flesh, slamming his now spewing cock into her softly clutching cunt, flooding her inside walls with his hot cascading semen.
Janey felt the sweet agony of his deeply imbedded penis ejaculating up into her fiery jerking cunt. As his burning load flared and spurted, she could feel the delicious hot fluid surge against her virgin womb and burn its orgasmic trails through her whole cuntal passage. Her very vaginal pores opened to receive the unending stream of a man's sperm for the first time in her life, and then her own body quaked as a volcano of emotions burst through her sinew and bones, blinding her mind and emotions with phosphorescent brilliance as her own orgasm tornadoed insanely through her submissively defeated young body. Oh God, it was magnificent, the finest experience of her whole life! She mustn't ever let it end!
"I'm cummmmmmmmiiinnnngggg!"
Her cries tumbled from her mouth while their bodies fused into one, and she screamed incoherently as her passion juices whirlpooled hotly together with his cream-like cum and overflowed out the tight clinging lips of her still spasming vagina. Her whole lower body and breasts heaved and rolled in death-throe convulsions until their simultaneous peak was over and Jason fell forward on top of her in exhaustion. And she, too, felt totally collapsed, quivering in final limpness as her legs sprawled lifelessly out on either side of his naked body.
She sighed raggedly. Janey Williams had experienced her first taste of sex, and she was void of all emotions. A creeping satiation filled her like a warm blanket. She was now a woman in a very liberal sense, and she could never return to her old, naive, virginal world; the revelation that she'd allowed a man twice her age and almost a stranger to take her, to deflower her without even token affection on his part, hit her only dimly. Maybe later she would feel bad about it, but at the moment she was satisfied and not at all sorry. Maybe later, but not now...
"Are ... are you going to take me home now?" she asked him. "Jason? Are you?"
His laugh was less friendly now, and he moved his hips so that his limp penis, deflated but still imprisoned between her contracted vaginal lips, was felt by her all the way to the nerve-endings in her shimmering breasts. "Not a chance, kid," he told her, looking down. "The day's still young, and we've just begun."
"I ... I need a rest," she admitted. "This was my first time, you know..."
"Yeah, I know. And you hurt a bit. Well, practice makes perfect, and I won't do anything to you for awhile."
But it wasn't out of kindness that he was being patient. The construction worker needed a rest himself before he could get another erection, for the wild teenager had milked him with an unrestrained passion which more experienced bitches he'd known had never had or had lost. Even though Janey wasn't as skilled, she would soon be, he gloated; she had that natural talent for fucking which must have come from her mother and only needed a little direction to mature. In a while his empty balls would be expanded with more sperm and his trusty cock would rejuvenate into new and lusty life. In the meantime, he'd just let his limp penis he there in her flooded little cunt and soak itself back to life.
And while he was doing that, he'd set to thinking about how to get into her mother's panties. Christ, seeing how good her daughter was right off the line, he couldn't wait to try out the long-unused cunt of Elaine Williams. He bet she'd fuck his goddamned toenails off! Already his brain was getting the glimmerings of an idea, just from what Janey had told him about last night. . .
Of course, Jason had no way of knowing that he didn't have to plan how to get to Janey's mother ... that the older woman would in fact soon come to him...
CHAPTER FOUR
Jason and Janey had been gone from the motel less than twenty minutes when Janey's mother awoke. Elaine came slowly to consciousness with only a half-jointed awareness, but with a definite premonition of some vague, undefined danger. Perhaps, subconsciously, she somehow knew that her daughter had gone off in the rowboat with Jason Wynn, but more likely her fears were the residue of the guilt she'd felt the night before.
The uneasy mother turned over on the bed, and realized with a start that she was still naked on top of the covers. Then she immediately recalled the previous night, what she had heard and done, and a wash of shame and self-loathing flowed over her. Quickly she padded to her closet and put on a chenille robe, not wanting to be reminded further of her indiscretion by seeing her nakedness so openly displayed, and she buttoned the robe all the way up to her neck, covering her velvety flesh. Barefoot, trembling, and clutching the hem with her hand, she stepped into the living room, almost fearful that Janey would see her like this, and crossed to the kitchen, where she plugged in the percolator.
The apartment was strangely quiet and solemn, the way a tomb might be ... she wondered if her daughter was awake yet, then saw that Janey's bedroom door was ajar. She was up and gone awfully early, but then that wasn't so very unusual and Elaine didn't worry about it anymore than she'd worried about her daughter being out with Bill Cutler the night before.
She poured herself a cup of steaming hot coffee and sat down, staring stony-eyed at nothing in particular, her thoughts hazy and tormenting. Poor little Janey; she had no idea what kind of mother she had, and had Elaine caught her daughter masturbating the way she herself had done last night, she'd have made quite a scene. Her shoulders slumped and her head bowed with the knowledge of her self-abuse, and she asked herself over and over the sickening question whether her six years of sexual chasteness had left her so weakened that she had to resort to manipulating her own breasts and vagina for satisfaction whether she was on the verge of nymphomania, unable to control her emotions...
No, no it was because of Jason Wynn, she decided! Not that she blamed her tenant for being the way he was getting that girl to come up to his room and having her suck his penis it was that there was something about him which seemed to release all of the locks she'd carefully placed on her body and feelings. If she'd heard some other man doing the same thing last night, it wouldn't have affected her anywhere near as strongly ... and so, for her own sake, Jason Wynn would have to leave at once before things got out of hand. It might not solve everything perfectly, she told herself, but it would be a start. As soon as she saw him, she'd tell him to go.
It was useless to chastise herself further about her masturbation; she couldn't wipe it off the slate of her life. It was done and the best thing to do would be to learn from it. She'd have to watch herself more closely in the future, even after Jason was out bag and baggage. She hated to part with the money he'd given her, but that was a cheap price to pay for her sanity, and she was only lucky that no permanent harm had been done. After all, nobody had seen her finger herself while listening to the wantonly groaning couple next door, and it wasn't very adult of her to torture her mind with childish guilt as if she had been watched by others. Yes, it was very lucky indeed that Janey had been out on a date last night, and didn't know the perversity her mother was committing...
These were the thoughts that filled the ashamed young mother's mind as she began her housework that morning. It wasn't until early afternoon, though, that the reason for the uneasy premonitions that had plagued her from the minute she'd awakened that morning began to take a definite, and terrifying, shape in her tortured mind. Through the morning she allowed herself more than a few "medicinal" sips of brandy for her nerves, though she rarely drank, and never in the mornings. When afternoon came around, and she'd finished almost one half of a fifth by herself, she realized she'd drunk too much and that her head was spinning crazily. But somehow the unaccustomed power of the alcohol soothed the aching fear in her heart, deadening some of the creeping foreboding which was beginning to grip her with its cold skeleton fingers. Though she had no way of knowing for sure, Elaine's intuition told her with undeniable urgency what had been threatening her serene little world that morning. .
Janey was out with that Jason Wynn!
She had been since early morning, Elaine sensed; there hadn't been any note, but her daughter wasn't home yet, and neither was the new tenant. They had been missing along with the motel's rowboat right from the time she'd gotten up ... so they had to be together. Doing what? Was darling Janey safe with that man? Would he attack her, him and his brutally savage, animalistic ways of sordid love-making, and would her innocent baby return with her mind warped and her body defiled by the corruption Jason Wynn would force upon her? The idea, the potential terror of such a happening made the distraught mother almost want to vomit.
She'd thought crazily about phoning the police as the hours wore on, but that seemed a foolish thing to do. For one thing, she had no idea that Janey was in danger; it was still daylight, and her daughter had always been able to handle herself before. Since Janey was the one who must have gotten the oars from the locked shed, it was obvious that her daughter had gone along willingly perhaps even invited Jason along for a ride. If she should call the police and have them pick the two of them up, and it was all innocent, she'd never live it down, and Janey would never again believe that she was trusted. And Jason well, his being friendly to the girl might lead him into a mistaken charge of molestation, the police urged on by an hysterical mother ... no, she couldn't call the police.
Besides, as sure as she was that they were out together, she had no proof. She could be jumping to conclusions, and Janey could be somewhere else, with somebody else. like Bill Cutler for instance. Yes ... yes, there was a good chance that she was with Bill! She'd call the Cutler home right now; why hadn't she thought of that before? Quickly, Elaine stepped over to the phone, looked up the number not being as familiar with the Cutler family as her daughter was and dialed. The phone rang and rang...
Hurry up, please ... Her agitation was more emotional than rational, and even as she stood there, the receiver pressed to her ear, she couldn't understand her driving sense of urgency. Hurry..."Hello?"
"I'd like to speak to Bill Cutler, please."
"Speaking. Who's this?"
"Elaine Williams. Janey's mother."
"Jane--! Listen, Mrs. Williams, I can explain about last night. You see-"
"Last night? I don't know what you're talking about. Is Janey over there with you?"
Bill sighed with audible relief. So the little bitch hadn't squealed on him. But now he didn't understand; he sat down in the chair beside the phone, ham sandwich in one hand and the receiver in the other, a frown creasing his forehead. "No, no, Janey isn't here. We ... had a fight last night."
"Oh God." Elaine's voice was a dull, hollow, mournful tone.
"What is it, Mrs. Williams? What's the matter? Has Janey disappeared?" He knew he'd been rough on the girl, more out of anger and frustration than anything. In fact, he had been sitting around wrestling with the idea of apologizing to her. Now her mother was calling, obviously worried to the point of panic. "Listen, Mrs. Williams," he repeated, finding the mother's hysteria contagious "Listen, is she gone?"
"Yes, I don't know where, only that the rowboat is missing and my new tenant is gone as well. I'm afraid that she's gone out with him ... and-"
"Listen, Mrs. Williams ... calm down. I can't understand what you're talking about, you're so excited."
Elaine forced herself to resume a normal speaking voice, trying at the same time to overcome the ridiculous sense of panic she felt rising like an irresistible tide in her body. If only she hadn't succumbed vicariously to the virile charms of Jason Wynn the night before, as he'd had his cock sucked by Susi Marshall, then she might have been able to view things rationally. As it was, her fear for her own lack of control was transferred to her young daughter. Even though she didn't know anything for certain, even that they were together, her anxiety-besieged mind feared the worst.
"Janey ... Janey left early this morning with Jason Wynn, and ... and she hasn't come back yet, and I don't know what could have happened to her..." Elaine's voice was rising again in spite of her efforts to control it.
"Wait a minute, Mrs. Williams, who is this Jason Wynn?" Goddamn that Janey, going off with another guy after what she did to me last night. Wasting my time on a cock tease is bad enough, but now this...!
"Oh, of course you don't know about him," Elaine answered her daughter's boy friend's question about their temporary tenant. "Jason
Wynn is a man I rented a room to yesterday..."
"I thought you didn't open until the first."
"No, I don't usually ... oh, what does that matter, Janey's gone off with him, and I'm afraid..."
"Do you mean she's run away with this guy?" If Elaine had been even slightly perceptive, she would have noticed the edge of anger that tinged Bill's voice now. As it was, she mistook it for concern.
"No, no ... they went out on the river in our rowboat, but they've been gone five hours now ... or six, I don't know..."
"So what makes you think anything's the matter, Mrs. Williams? I mean, do you think they might be hurt or something?"
"No ... yes ... oh, Bill, I don't know what to think. It's just that I don't trust Janey with him, he's ... well, he's very aggressive, I think, maybe ... and Janey's so young, he might try to ... oh, I don't know what to think!"
Bill Cutler's mind raced through the jumble of his girl friend's mother's words, piecing together the essential elements of her story. What made him burn was the possibility that Janey might succumb to another man after having successfully deflected his own efforts in that direction. His ego, that overpowering self-centeredness that Janey had so acutely diagnosed, was reeling under the imagined insult. By God, he'd teach her that Bill Cutler wasn't just another snotty-nosed little hillbilly she could twist her around her little finger!
"Stay right where you are, Mrs. Williams," the boy said sternly. "Stay there, and I'll be right down and we'll go looking for them."
"But-"
"I'll come downriver in my boat. Stay there, all right?"
"Yes ... yes..."
Elaine placed the phone down and took a deep shuddering breath. Well, she was doing something at last, even if it was only with the help of her daughter's boy friend. She staggered a bit, drunkenly clutching the glass top of the table, and thought to herself that if she was going to go out on the search with Bill Cutler, she'd better start locking the motel up. At least it would give her something to do until Bill arrived ... something that might calm her down...
Jason Wynn would have laughed with delight at the turn of events that had taken place back at the White Water Motel. The plans which were churning that very moment in Jason's lewd brain weren't half as diabolical as the coincidence which fate had in store for the Williams daughter and mother...
Twenty minutes later, Elaine was standing down by the motel's small strip of sandy beach, waiting impatiently for the sight of Bill Cutler's rowboat turning the bend just upriver from where she stood. The Cutler's lived in a huge house right on the river, just outside town on the other side, and it shouldn't have taken him this long to get from there down to the White Water Motel.
Finally Elaine saw him pulling around the bend, the water sliding by rapidly under the quickly moving hull of his rowboat. Within minutes he'd beached the boat right next to where Elaine was standing, and jumped out to stand beside her, dressed only in his swimsuit.
"Sorry I took so long, Mrs. Williams, but I thought I better check out the town dock before I came down."
"Were they there?" the upset mother asked anxiously.
"No, and they weren't anywhere between town and here, either. I kept my eyes open all the way for your rowboat." Bill Cutler's anger had been moderated somewhat by the exertion of his hard rowing, but it still seethed inside him like a malevolent spark, ready to burst instantaneously into flame.
"Do you think they could have gone upriver beyond your house?"
"I don't see how, Mrs. Williams. I've been out in the yard most of the morning and didn't see anything. Besides, there's nothing up that way to see except the gravel pits."
"You're right, they must have gone downstream," the worried mother agreed.
"Well, get in, and we'll go look."
Elaine nodded and started to step into the boat, which moved away from her as her foot came down on one of the seats. As she lost her balance and started to fall, Bill moved quickly behind her to catch her. As he did so his hands brushed grazingly across the firm pliant breasts which jutted out from Janey's mother's voluptuous body, sending a sudden and unexpected chill up the young college student's back. As she fell against him, her alcohol-intoxicated mind spinning wildly, his hands came around her to clasp her slender waist firmly in his powerful grasp. Even as he steadied the obviously inebriated woman, the lewd thought flashed through the banker's son's mind: Christ, is Janey's mother built!
"I ... I'm sorry, Bill, I ... guess I'm a little dizzy or something." I'll say you are, lady, Bill grinned to himself, as he caught the penetrating odor of brandy on her breath.
"That's all right, Mrs. Williams. Why don't you move on into the back and watch for their boat while I row?"
The thirty-six year old beauty stumbled into the back of the boat, and secured herself as best she could on the stern seat, clutching the sides with unnecessary firmness. Bill shoved off, and as they drifted out into the current, he set his oars into the oarlocks and began to pull.
For fifteen minutes they moved downstream, examining all the river's nooks and crannies closely for signs of the Williams' rowboat. Bill guided the boat expertly over the water, and the sun glistened in its mid-afternoon splendor as if it had been wounded and was bleeding over the shimmering edge-shaded ribbon of flowing river. But Elaine wasn't enjoying the view, not in her agitated condition.
"She must be here someplace, Bill," she kept moaning. "She has to be..."
"Sure she does, Mrs. Williams," the boy replied, and looked at her as she sat huddled on the stern seat, staring at the river banks without really seeing anything. He couldn't keep his eyes off her, off the rise and fall of her taut breasts and the smooth curve of her shapely thighs through the short summer shift she wore. It was like looking at a reproduction of Janey, he thought; not exactly twins, but the mannerisms, the way they act and talk and feel ... Christ! He'd never really noticed the resemblance before, but had considered Mrs. Williams just another mother to cope with and be around as little as possible while taking her daughter out. But she was quite a woman in her own right, and if this is how Janey was going to look in twenty years, wow!
"Mrs. Williams," he said, "You're all wound up, like a watch spring. It isn't going to do any good, the way you are."
Her head swiveled around and she managed to smile wanly at the boy. "I'm afraid I've had a little too much brandy trying to calm down."
"Well, there's a little something in the seat under you some stuff my dad keeps for chilly nights when he's fishing."
"No, no thank you."
"Well, I could use some," the young man said. "I'm cold inside, if not outwardly." He took a key from his pocket, indicating that it was to the small padlock on the seat.
Without thinking about his age or the consequences, Elaine opened the lock, rummaged around inside the seat, and produced a flat pint bottle of whiskey, with only a couple of sips taken from it. She unscrewed the top and handed it to the boy, who took a large swallow of the dark amber liquor before handing it back to her. "Go on, Mrs. Williams. You're white as a new sheet."
Elaine raised the bottle to her lips, suddenly in need of the strong alcohol in her blood, and gave a shudder as the raw fire coursed down her throat. She smiled at Bill then, feeling herself blush with the pervading warmth of the liquor as it rushed from her stomach to her tingling skin.
"Better?"
"Yes, thank you," she said, and took another large sip.
Bill laughed and had some more himself. He was a nice boy, Elaine thought, considerate and polite, and terribly handsome, with broad shoulders and boyish curls and strong legs bulging with the muscles from his athletics. No wonder Janey was attracted to him, and in a strange way she felt a little envious of her daughter for being so young and just starting out on her road of sexual relationships. Sexual was a strong word Janey's mother blinked at the audacity of her thought, and quickly corrected it in her mind to mean not necessarily the physical mating, but the whole involvement of two people. Yes, like what she and Howie had had, and what now seemed to be denied her...
And reflexively she raised the bottle to her mouth again and drank deeply, coughing slightly as the hot liquid fired her belly. She was beginning to feel numb again and wondered if she shouldn't stop drinking, because she wanted a clear head when she finally found her daughter and or Jason Wynn. Or did she? Did she really want to be perfectly aware of what was going on? What veneer was she going to have to paint on herself in order to act the proper mother toward Janey when after last night she knew that she wasn't that kind of person underneath? No, no she wanted to be a little high so that the play acting could be easier, and so she wouldn't have to think about her own guilt so much...
Once more she tilted the whiskey bottle, and it felt good and warm and comforting inside her. She began to feel better, much better, able to handle the situation, whatever it might be...
"I know a place where I think Janey might have taken him." The young college student's voice interrupted her thoughts.
"Where's that?" Elaine asked hopefully.
"I'll show you."
They came to the small inlet which Bill knew to be a popular area for moonlight "parking," full of flat little beaches and over-hanging trees, with the tall statuesque pines and concealing shrubbery climbing up steep hills on both sides, adding to the privacy. He slowed, then turned right where the river forked, and let the current take the boat along. If Janey was there, he didn't want to warn her by making a lot of noise.
To Elaine, the inlet was strange and the darkening shadows of the trees over the lapping water filled her with portent; she shivered, drinking the whiskey in a vain attempt to ward off the icy grip on her heart.
"Look! There, Mrs. Williams." Bill suddenly whispered.
Elaine strained forward, trying to clear her somewhat blurred vision; yes, there was the boat, about seventy-five yards upstream, and the indistinct outlines of two people on the beach. She couldn't quite make out what they were doing, however, and asked the boy beside her: "Dear God, what are they up to?"
"I don't know," Bill admitted. "We'll have to go and find out."
"I I'm afraid," she said, drawing back.
"I thought that's what we came out to do!"
"Yes, it is, Bill, but. . . " She couldn't tell him the truth that she was mortally afraid of what she would discover, of the scene she would be forced to witness and react to, with the certain knowledge of the horrid consequences.
The bodies she was peering at seemed to be together, so joined, as if ... as if ... God, she couldn't even let herself think of what it reminded her of! "I've never spied on Janey before, Bill," she said for lack of anything better. "I wouldn't want her to believe I don't trust her any longer."
"We have to do something," the boy said impatiently. "You'd feel better if you knew what she was doing, and so would I. But if you don't want me to row up to them, then we'll stop over here-" He pointed to a break in the trees along the bank, almost directly across from him "and walk around so that we can see them without them seeing us. Then we'll know what to do, and they'll never have to realize they've been watched if we decide to go."
"All ... all right, Bill. I guess that's the best."
The banker's son edged the boat into the shore, slipped into the water and then helped Elaine out and into the shallow current. She had her shoes off and held her dress high, the water lapping around her lower thighs; Bill could see the outline of her sheer white panties, the elastic at the bottom where it hugged her slimly well-proportioned legs, and he couldn't help thinking that her legs were every bit as good as her daughter's and when she stumbled into the water that drenched her from the waist downwards, the dress clung to her roundly firm buttocks recalling the way Janey had looked last night. There was an electric surge of tingling in his youthful loins, and unsummoned, his limp cock began to swell in his bathing trunks, adding a bulge of noticeable size. Goddamn! He was actually getting excited by this woman ... what a hell of a thing to happen!
They reached the shore, where Elaine lowered her dress and put her shoes back on her slim feet. But her body was still a graceful attraction, distracting the excitable boy more and more in sheer lascivious fascination. He wrenched his thoughts back to what he had to do now, and led the frightened mother to a small path at the back of the clearing, which he knew from experience, meandered behind all the little coves in a connecting foot trail. They stepped silently along the needled ground, until they had gone about seventy yards to where the path dipped on a slant towards the clearing where Janey was. The mother and the boy stood in the underbrush, their breath caught in their throats, his hand now tighter on her arm, and she in turn responding by leaning somewhat toward him for protection.
"Do you think that's really them." Elaine whispered fearfully, never having really been able to focus her liquor-fogged eyes on the boat Bill had seen earlier.
"All I know is it's two people," Bill whispered back, his excitement growing, "and it's your boat pulled up on the bank."
Elaine was going to respond to him, but never got the chance. Instead, her mouth remained dumbly speechless as she heard the unmistakable voice of her daughter from the little beach just below them.
"Yes! Please Jason, more!"
"Janey!" the frightened mother gasped. She bolted for the clearing, and only the hand on her arm restrained her.
"No, Mrs. Williams, no!" Bill hissed. "Let's be careful. That's still the best way."
"All right, but hurry," she moaned. She allowed him to guide her to a small spot where, because of the low overhanging tree boughs, she was forced to kneel on the thick grass and look through a bush in front of her in order to see. Bill was right behind her, hunkering down so that he could see into the clearing as well.
Elaine's liquor-blurred vision first made out the image of her rowboat, then moved along the sandy beach until. . .
My God! the nakedly writhing couple on the sand was her only daughter and her new boarder!
"Ahhhh, fuck me, Jason, fuck me as hard as you can!" she heard her Janey cry out in obscene rapture.
"You hot little vixen, you'll kill me at this rate!" she heard Jason Wynn rasp cynically. His sinuous body glistened with perspiration, and was on top of Janey's salaciously responding young form, wrapped between her slender straining legs while his powerful flexed buttocks pumped maddeningly and his lips nibbled hotly at one tender breast. There was the soft slap of their bodies meeting and the wet surge of Jason's giant penis as it penetrated the soft, once virginal little cunt of Elaine's only daughter. The expressions on both their faces were of pure lust, their bodies a blending tempo of passion...
Janey's mother's mind whirled convulsively, unable because of the liquor she'd consumed to fully fathom the scene. Her daughter ... but it couldn't be, because Janey was a virgin! No, no it's some other girl...
"Jeee-zus!" Bill whispered behind her. "Look at Janey go!"
Elaine wriggled with shock and revulsion, trying to crawl backwards and away, to go out and stop them, but the boy behind her held her steady.
"Let me go!" she hissed. "Let me go! That's my daughter!"
"I know, I know, but you can't go out there now," Bill argued. "You do, and it'll ruin everything. Christ, she'll never forgive you. Talk to her later tonight, when she's cooled down and you're rational. Talk it out and be sensible, but don't go out there now!"
"Ohhh," Elaine mewled, tears beginning to flow. "My darling baby..." She instinctively realized that Bill was right, that for her to run out and break them up would only lead to a wild and emotionally uncontrollable scene which might very well tear the fabric of their relationship. She had to be calm about it, accept the fact that Janey was experiencing the physical embrace of a man, and then to confront her later when they could both be more logical. She slumped against Bill Cutler, delirious with the view of Jason's gleaming cock sliding fiercely into her child's wide-splayed belly, sinking his pummeling shaft far up into her youthfully tender cunt. Janey squealed again from the delight of being so brutally fucked, and her mother winced, thinking in her dazed drunken stupor that that was how she herself had reacted to Howie when he was so forceful and hot.
Bill was sucking in his breath fervently now, his eyes shimmering at the lust-provoking lewdness of the violent coupling going on in front of him. His straining penis jerked painfully in his trunks, his young balls burgeoning with a huge buildup of cum. Christ! Janey loved cock! He'd never seen anything so utterly abandoned as that little girl's hungry responsiveness to being fucked ... and she'd acted so innocent last night, swearing she was a virgin! What shit that was! Well, he'd get her next time, he'd see to that; he'd fuck her and fuck her and then drop her prick-teasing body on her doorstep like the garbage she was! As the egotistical young man dreamed of being the one shoving his burning cock up into the hotly sucking little hole between Janey Williams' legs, he got more excited than ever, and unwittingly, drawn by the obscene spectacle of carnality, he pressed against
Janey's mother, his rapidly hardening cock sliding into the crevice between her rounded buttocks as she leaned forward on her knees in front of him.
Elaine was unmindful that she was now resting back against the swelling length of the boy's throbbing cock, causing it to grow larger and stiffer and seep tiny drops of anticipatory seminal fluid. Her mind was clouded by the alcoholic miasma of shock and recollections of what delights a man's erected penis could bring, and though a warning voice reminded her that she was slipping over the edge again as she had last night, she didn't hear it or pay any attention. She was beyond all rationality, her flesh a completely separate entity from her mind, and she couldn't order her lovely body to break free from her own bondage or the tightening hold that the boy behind her was maintaining on her kneeling form. She couldn't do anything except kneel there and peek through the brush and watch the flagrant defilement of everything she'd ever considered sacrosanct.
Bill was moving his now fully erect penis along the smooth warm curve of Janey's mother's rounded ass-cheeks, his breathing harsher than ever and he knew that he was becoming aroused to the point where he'd fuck anything to relieve the burning pain in his hungry loins. In front of him was a very desirable woman a little old for him perhaps, but like fine wine, this one had mellowed with age instead of turning into vinegar like so many others. She was right here, allowing him to rub his painfully aching cock up and down her quivering buttocks and she could be his to fuck ... he knew it, and he wanted her, he wanted to fuck Mrs. Elaine Williams while they watched her daughter getting fucked. Not only would that really pop his nuts, but it would be just the right revenge to take on the girl. Crazed with increasing lust, spurred on by the lascivious sight they'd happened upon, he began to knead the mother's buttocks gently while he stroked the crevice between with his rigid cock-shaft.
"Look at them, Mrs. Williams. They're really fucking..."
"Don't talk that way!" Elaine groaned pitifully. "And ... and take your hands off of me, Bill. This instant!"
But the young college student wasn't about to release his hold, and he pressed his stiff member firmly into her traitorously quivering ass, bunching her dress up into the yielding crevice. Then, unable to control himself, he moved one hand forward and around underneath Janey's mother, caressing one lewdly distended breast, making her squirm and moan and shake uncontrollably.
"Stop it, Bill ... oh God, please stop it ... you don't know what you're doing..." she whispered back at him.
"Yes I do, and you do too, Mrs. Williams."
Elaine's liquor-crazed, shock-torn mind comprehended then, and she tried to stop what was going on, but it was futile. She couldn't move, her body felt like a concrete statue, and his hand on her trembling breast was somehow too pleasant to fight. And then she became aware for the first time that the boy's penis was hard and was teasing along the crevice of her tensed buttocks, moving with the same rhythm as Jason's cock thrusting in and out of her daughter's open vagina!
Her daughter's boy friend! He was excited by this! My God how could he be!
She was seared by the terrible defilement of her daughter that was happening right before her burning eyes, and she was confused, torn with conflict ... and now this young college student was kneading her own buttocks and helpless breasts while his intimidating penis pressed against her! She had to fight this! She had to fight with all her strength, but in such a way that her daughter would never know that she was here good Lord, she must! But the manipulating fingers gently teasing her breasts and the erect shaft caressing her unresisting buttocks-cleft was too much for her to bear, and all she could do was whimper as lascivious crudities were inflicted upon her flesh murmuring over and over:
"No ... no ... no..."
And slowly, befuddled by the whiskey and frozen by the horrid orgy she was witnessing, the hapless young mother began to feel strange stirrings of new and lewd emotions, becoming a mindless cretin hypnotically staring at the perverted intercourse between Janey and Jason Wynn. She couldn't allow herself to admit that she was being aroused, that the revolting ugliness which was straining her soul was being replaced by a lighter and freer sensation coming from deep up within her quivering loins. The inside of her mouth was dry, but she felt a growing wetness around her panty-covered vagina and she clamped her legs together to shut the unwanted tickling off. But the lustfully fascinating sight of her only daughter, acting so much the way she herself had with Howie when she hadn't been much older, overran her barriers and defenses so that she couldn't resist the tempting strokes of the young boy behind her, which added fuel to the hot fire of passion already burning in her excited, drunken brain. Bared to the bone and marrow of her needs and drives, Elaine Williams allowed herself to become what she'd so long denied herself to be: A woman. A woman!
And this woman, viewing two other humans mating, responded as the basically natural female human would: Heatedly, passionately, sensuously. She couldn't fight it, couldn't put the lid back on after the pressure of the situation had blown it off. It was too late, and the memory of so many years of satisfying sex with her late husband had made her body, like the legendary Phoenix bird, rise to renewed life from the ashes of her past even as her daughter's body raged in birth of sexual discovery. And though repulsed by the conscious knowledge that it was Janey out there on the sand being brutally fucked, at the same time she was drawn strongly by that fact, subconsciously watching herself as a young girl relishing sex. She felt each powerful thrust of Jason's wildly pistoning cock as if his swollen shaft was buried deep up in her own throbbing cunt, and that only excited her more. Her nipples were straining nubs of obscene passion, and lances of prurient desire soared ever stronger through her helpless body; she had gone without sex too long, and now she was fevered with the uncontrollable urge to mate, a raging inferno consuming her pulsing vagina and undulating hips, as, involuntarily, she thrust her buttocks back against Bill's stiff young cock, drawing it closer and tighter into the valley between her smoothly rounded ass-cheeks, moving her chest so that her swelling breasts rubbed harder against his probing fingers. Her breath spewed in and out in gasps, her nostrils flared, her glazed eyes locked on the wildly fucking couple a few yards away.
Bill bent his girl friend's mother forward slightly with the pressure of his strong young body, his hand working quickly on her responding breasts and buttocks. Then he took his hand away from her ass-cheeks to lift the hem of her damp dress upwards, until her smooth bare thighs were shiningly presented to his lusting gaze. He bunched her dress around her slender waist, then his nimble fingers slowly caressed the soft silkiness of her sheer white panties, tracing around the elastic leg bands and the deep cleft of her flowering vaginal lips. Elaine moaned softly so as not to be heard by the lewdly copulating couple on the beach.
"It feels good, doesn't it?" Bill whispered lasciviously into her ear. 'It feels good ... but it's going to get better!"
The mother tried then to pull away, but a ravishing shock rippled along her belly as Bill slipped his hand under the leg band of her thin panties and inserted his middle finger up into the narrow sensitive slit of her wetly throbbing pussy, slowly parting her curly pubic hair to make electric contact with her budding clitoris. She sobbed, choking, but there was nothing she could do against the mounting pleasure suffocating all thought of resistance; and to her horror, she discovered that she was reacting with a passionate wetness flowing around his hand and an unintentional flexing of her jerking loins in a mockery of the act of love. Weakly she rolled her head back and forth in protest, but couldn't fight back when the boy bent forward a little more and slid her panties down her quivering buttocks and thighs, or when he raised first one leg and then the other to remove them altogether and throw them aside to lie on the grass nearby.
"God, Bill, this is insane! Stop it! Please, stop it!"
"Why?" the young man asked throatily, his fingers once more exploring the achingly swollen lips of her pleading vagina. "I want to fuck, you want to fuck ... look at your daughter, Janey, and that naked man, Mrs. Williams, and you'll see that they are loving it!"
Elaine gaped, her attention riveted momentarily on her daughter and their temporary boarder, seeing, his fleshy thick column slide up into Janey's wet hair-fringed young cunt, the cords along her inner thighs hard and gripping as she pushed her pink eager vaginal lips up to meet his gleaming cock-shaft, her heaving thighs and buttocks desperately churning on the sand, his hairy balls slapping in time against her puckered little anus.
"See that, Mrs. Williams?" Bill taunted, and he began to wrench his bathing suit down, his urge to fuck his girl friend's mother raging beyond all control. "See? She's got her legs spread wide open so that his cock can fuck her deep, right up to her belly!"
"Ohhhhhhhhhh, God," moaned the abjectly defeated woman. She saw out of the corner of her eye that the boy was removing his trunks, taking his rigidly thick cock in his hand as it leaped full-sized from his muscular loins. Then she felt him spread her trembling buttocks and guide his lustfully bloated penis forward, the thin shine of lubrication over its purplish head wetting her already soaked pubic hair. She groaned as the first hard pressure teased against her flowered cunt-lips and she automatically moved her smooth buttocks around so that the prodding head-was poised just right at her moistly waiting channel...
"I'm going to fuck you now, Mrs. Williams," Bill wheezed.
"Yes, oh yes!" She no longer cared who it was, whether he was a boy or an old man, just so long as he had a cock to shove in her! She spread her spasming thighs wider as he slid his eager penis into her tender cuntal flesh, and slammed all the way until every last throbbing inch of his fleshy shaft was gripped deep up in her totally unresisting vagina. She felt fantastically warm and was reduced to a state of quivering, seething womanhood. Oh God, he feels good inside me ... I'd forgotten just how good a man can make me feel. . .
Bill drew his swollen cock out of her hotly clinging cunt and then slid it home again, drawing it out once more to stare down at its full glistening length, slick with her lust-lubrications, and then he surged forward into a smooth pattern, pumping into her straining cuntal passage in the same tempo as Jason was fucking Janey.
"Ahhhhhhh..." Elaine crooned delightedly, unable to restrain the agonizing yet rapturous moanings which burst like bubbles from her lungs. "Ahhhhhhhh, yes ... yes!" Her legs twitched and her toes curled and dug into the soft grass and moss as she lurched back to receive more of his heavenly pounding cock, her firsts gripping the bush in front of her. "Ohhhhhh, yeeeesssssssss!"
The mother's firm breasts danced wildly below her churning body, her brassiere barely able to contain them. Bill bucked and twisted, kneading her naked white buttocks convulsively, as her velvety cuntal flesh wrapped tightly around his pistoning cock-shaft, his mind insane with the pressure of his impending climax, his sperm-bloated testicles a ferment of lust. Janey's mother was lost in the throes of lewdly unchecked sensations which she realized signaled an orgasm as well ... God! An orgasm! How long had it been since a man had given her an orgasm? Yes! Six years!...,how could she have been so blind to deny her body this delight! The very thought of her near climax made her join in and match the hardened thrusts which her daughter's young boy friend forced up into her steaming cunt with ever increasing rapidity. She had to cum ... she had to cum ... she had to achieve that rapturous and ultimate release!
She continued to stare at her thrashing daughter, her grown seed, as Janey bucked and howled from the same building demand for orgasm. Elaine watched with lust-fogged eyes as the teenage girl jackknifed her legs straight up in the air, and a high wail bubbled from her lips. Her daughter was there! Janey was cumming! The girl beat her hands on Jason's glistening back, her lips pulled over her sharp teeth, her eyes clenched shut.
The construction foreman's large body hurtled downwards without restriction in an insane fury as his own climax hit, and his exploding balls convulsed with their spasming blasts of hot sperm, inundating the warm pink belly of the girl beneath him, mingling with his other orgasm and her own lubrications gushing from her tightly locked cunt and spewing onto her squirming buttocks and the sand below where the towel had long ago been cast aside.
Janey's mother's cock-filled vagina gaped in a greedily responding passion, taking all of the young boy's thrusting penis that he was now sawing mercilessly into her. Then she felt his flaring cock expand like an unrelenting animal, filling her with a raging and hurtling torrent of sticky thick cum. It was a dream ... a delirious nightmare! God, may she never wake up from it! Gusher after gusher poured through his virile young shaft, filling her eagerly milking cunt to its brim.
"Yessssss!" she squealed loudly, unmindful of where she was or who might hear, overcome by the heated spurts of boyish semen which lashed her battered cervix and the tidal wave of her own delicious climax. She was cumming! Oh Lord above, she was cumming! "Ahhhhhh!"
It was the most beautiful thing that she could remember ever having happened to her since Howie died. The last time she'd been made love to was so dim in her memory that it was almost as though this was her first time all over again. Incomprehensible gurglings rose ecstatically from her slender throat as she was all but rendered unconscious by the sledgehammer blow of her orgasm, her legs growing limp as she slid forward off the deflating penis of the boy behind her, blissfully satiated...
But after a moment's respite, a semblance of sanity returned and she saw now with clear vision her daughter, barely old enough to know what sex was about, wrapped in the arms of their tenant, Jason Wynn. Her little girl was sitting up with her legs bent in such a way as to show the soaked pubic hair of her recent climax, the older man's glistening white sperm clinging in tiny droplets to it. And Janey was staring, her eyes as big as saucers, right at her mother!
Elaine froze, humiliation and terror replacing the joy of a second ago, and tears flooded down her face as she realized that her cry of orgasmic release had been heard by her daughter and Jason, and that she and Bill had been discovered.
She slowly staggered upright and then bent over to retrieve her flimsy panties, benumbed and sick, her senses a whirlwind of contrition. Without really thinking about what she was doing, only feeling that it was the only thing, the best thing under the circumstances, she turned and slowly started for her daughter.
"Janey..."
"Mother!"
CHAPTER FIVE
Elaine's loud squeal of orgasmic release blasted at Janey's brain and sliced through the young daughter's climactic satiation, her first reaction being that she had been discovered in this lewd involvement by strangers. She didn't know who or what had come along, only that somebody had and was moaning with terror or indignation or revulsion. She raised herself from the warmly comforting arms of Jason Wynn, nearly fainting with fear, shaking the last comatose vestiges of her passionate response from her terror-stricken mind, as the delights of cumming with this man's marvelous penis ejaculating in her were forgotten in her sudden compelling need for escape.
Then with a terrifying burst of recognition, she saw her mother! Her mother! Oh God above, nothing could be worse than this, the young teenager thought in wretched horror, that split second of comprehension searing itself on her reeling brain like a branding iron. She moaned as her eyes locked with Elaine's and then she looked down at herself at her fresh young skin flushed pink with her excitement, her dark-tipped breasts heaving and glistening with beads of perspiration, her sperm-soaked pubic area nestled in between her clenched thighs with their swollenly inflamed lips and abused cunt at the whole of her shamefully naked body and she wanted the beach to open up and swallow her into the hell she deserved.
Her vision took it in, her mind absorbed the sight but what happened next came so suddenly that it blotted out any evaluation other than the immediate one of who and where she was, and who had caught her wantonly entwined with a man like this. Her mother stood up from behind the concealing shrubbery, and a whole new picture of the depraved scene presented itself to shock the teenager almost insensate. Her mother wasn't standing in gaping horror at her daughter's lewdness, ready to bolt in tear-filled disgust she was tottering in shame, holding a pair of wet panties in her hand, her face blanched the pasty hue of flour and her expression one of misery and humiliation!
Janey's whole chest and throat felt as if a steel band were being tightened around them, for she tried to speak, but couldn't. She was immobile, held rigid by uncomprehending, tormenting disbelief, but as the bushes parted and her mother started slowly across the small distance of sand toward her, she saw for the first time exactly what the whole filthy situation was and in total disillusionment, the force of pent-up anguish inside her burst forth!
"Mother!"
"Janey!" The wail sounded as if it were coming from the death-bed of a terminal patient in the last agonies of pain, and Elaine crossed toward Janey and Jason the way a condemned man is led to the gallows without a choice, but devoutly wishing there were one...
The stunned daughter stared wildly at her mother's rumpled dress and naked ivory thighs, and the long rivulets of sperm which were staining trickles of consummated intercourse down the insides of her legs ... and if there had been any doubt in Janey's mind as to what had been going on, it was dispelled by the naked torso of Bill Cutler rising behind her mother, his drained young penis rapidly deflating, but still hard enough and glistening enough to show the traces of what he'd been doing to Janey's fallen idol. In that instant, the stunned sixteen year old realized that her mother had just been fucked by her boy friend while spying on her and Jason! It was impossible but true! She couldn't ignore the facts, and the facts made her fling herself from the older man she'd been fucking, her face drained of blood and her soul surging with loathing and horror.
Her own mother! That was the horrible part for such a decadent act as this was to be expected from such a boy as Bill but it was her prudish, Victorian mother, that pillar of piety and purity, that she couldn't control the unreasoning anger which seized her, and emitting an animal-like growl of disgust and vengeance, she cried out: "Whore!"
Elaine staggered from the blow of castigation, flinging an arm across her eyes. "Janey, please..."
"Don't talk to me! Don't say one word of explanation!" the young girl shrieked, her emotions swirling in her head, "You're nothing but a nympho!"
"Oh God..." Elaine moaned, sinking to the sand, unable to make her feet go a step farther to her daughter. This was the final point of no return. No longer could she hope to hold her darling child in her lap and cuddle her, or warmly and tenderly give her advice, or offer her security or mothering. Tears flooded down her dress from the soul-sickness and self-loathing which filled her, as she quaked from the knowledge that she had lost her daughter as the result of betrayal by her own body and the moral turpitude that she'd allowed to blank her mind. Her guilt had been bad enough the night before, but then she'd been alone and could make adjustments but now, this time it wasn't in private, it was in front of two men and her daughter, and she knew that she was sick, no better than the whore her daughter had called her as an accusation.
"What the hell are you so upset about, Janey?" Jason said, still sprawled on the sand and grinning a knowing smirk. At first he'd been as afraid as Janey, but having sized up the situation, realizing that the mother had been fucking right along with them, he was feeling damned good. He was safe, and perhaps he could turn things around now and score with Elaine, making a mother-daughter combination out of things. "I mean it, little one," he said as Janey turned to stare incredulously at him. "What was your mother doing that you weren't?"
"That's different!" the shocked young daughter yelled hotly, standing naked and wet, but defiant, with her small fists clenched to her smooth firm hips. For Janey was being ruled by hurt and pride, determined to believe that what had happened to her was somehow all her mother's fault, refusing to admit to herself in the heat of the moment that any blame could be attached to her, or that there was the slightest excuse for her mother's obscene actions. And again, the closeness which had tied her and her mother so strongly since her father's death had instilled an image of the older woman in Janey's mind that no human being could possibly live up to, and a love which bordered on adoration. The combination once so binding was now reversed, and the young girl was enraged and embittered with the feeling of having been betrayed.
"It's no different at all," Bill said snidely, coming over. He, too, was now enjoying the scene. It was the perfect aftermath to his revenge, and after seeing that the other male wasn't the least bit concerned about covering himself or trying to stammer out some stupid reason for having fucked Janey, he realized that where once the two females might have caused him and the older man untold damage legally and socially now the tables had been turned. And Janey had been the one to do it, with her snooty stuck-up bitchiness; the banker's son didn't necessarily want Mrs. Williams to suffer, but only wanted to make things more difficult for his ex-girl friend, so he sneered at Janey, contemptuous of her facade of righteous indignation. He ogled her outrageous stance, the sticky cum from Jason's orgasms plastered to her soft, pubic curls and lightly tanned skin, her nipples still hard from their arousal and wet from their many kissings, and her firm tender body, still covered with the sandy prints of the strong hands which had gripped her.
"You're a fine one to talk, you little prick-teaser," he snarled. "Wouldn't let me fuck you last night, but you sure loved it here with this guy. So what makes you Miss Snow White when you find out that your mom isn't any saint? It's not different at all."
"You " Janey was beside herself with fury. "You bastard! Don't you dare talk to me like that! I could kill you!"
"What for?" Jason asked calmly, looking up. "Why should you want to kill him?"
"For ... for..." the girl gasped, choking. She waved her hands at her mother. "For this!"
"MMmmmm," Jason said, pursing his lips. "Would this be the boy friend you were telling me about? Bill?"
"He's no boy friend of mine!"
"But he was fucking your mother, and now you want to kill him..."
A low moan of agony bubbled from Elaine's lips and she collapsed, sobbing into a limp heap on the sand in a futile effort to cover her shame.
"Yes!" Janey snapped at Jason, "for fucking my mother!"
"In that case, doesn't your mother have the right to kill me first? Weren't we fucking before they were? Well? Aren't you naked, caught in the act? You call your mother a whore and a nymphomaniac, but if that's true, aren't you the same?"
"But she's my mother!" Janey cried out, shaken by the onslaught of the two males. "Did she care that her daughter was being practically raped? No! She got turned on and ended up rutting like some beast, like a bitch with a damned dog, only with a boy half her age! That's the difference, Mr. Wynn!"
"Ohhhhh," the agonized mother wailed torturously, cringing as if the words she heard were lashings from a barbed whip. "God forgive me, God forgive us all." She stretched up, her hands clasped imploringly in front of her toward her daughter. "You forgive me, Janey. Please say you do."
Janey only turned her back. "I'll never forgive you for what you did. Spying on me like some horny old voyeur in a peepshow ... getting your kicks ... ending up screwing Bill."
"Oh, darling, I couldn't help myself. You mustn't hate me, Janey, you mustn't. I've been so long without a man..."
"So she saw us," Jason threw back. "Big deal! So she got excited by it, well that's human, too. Sex is exciting, Janey, why do you think there's so much of it around? Look at the ads, the books, the films. Jesus, grow up and stop being such a prude."
"A prude!" Janey blurted. "I'm not a prude!"
"You sure the hell are. You loved fucking with me, and yet you refused to allow your mother the same God-given privilege, and refuse to admit that you were doing the exact same thing, right down to getting hot watching! You did get hot, didn't you, watching your mother fingering herself last night."
"No," she said too quickly, blushing. "I was sickened."
"You . . .you saw me?" Elaine asked incredulously and in a hushed hoarse voice. "You saw ... ? " Oh God, it was worse than ever!
"Well, I don't care if I did get hot," Janey snapped defensively at Jason. "You sound as if you think it was great that my mother was doing it with Bill while watching us."
"I do ... as long as she enjoyed it," the construction foreman replied smugly.
"And, and I bet you'd like to fuck her yourself!"
"Yeah, I would. She'd be damned fine." He grinned lasciviously. "Fuck a hell of a lot like you, I'd guess."
"Ohhhhhh!" the anguished teenager moaned, and she whirled around and dashed from the beach, tears of humiliation and confusion, anger and bitterness flying from her eyes the shock of finding her mother making love to Bill, coupled with her own loss of innocence and the smarting remarks by Jason Wynn, too much for her dazedly benumbed senses to handle. Her only thought was to run-run anywhere as long as it was away from there! She crashed and stumbled down the path, not minding the briars and whipping branches that seemed to try to stop her. There was no more she could say or do, not now, not at any time. She'd never go back to her mother ... never, never, never!
"Janey!" Bill yelled, and spun to start after her, but Jason placed a restraining hand on his arm, preventing the boy from hurtling in chase of the girl.
"Janey!" Elaine cried simultaneously, starting weakly after her retreating daughter, her legs only able to support her weight for a few steps before she collapsed into the sand, sobbing from the vicious denunciations of her own flesh and blood. God, she wanted to die! How could she possibly live after the horrible events of this day?
Bill turned to the man who had stopped him from running after Janey, and he found Jason's eyes on him, as though sizing him up to see just how much of a man he was.
"She'll be all right," Jason grinned up at the young boy, "Just let her go off and have a good cry, and she'll be good as new."
"But don't you think..." Bill began, afraid that the two of them had gone too far in tormenting the women.
"I don't think nothing except that I don't want to go running off through the woods with my cock dangling in the breeze, and you don't either. Besides..." The Williams's temporary boarder was sitting up, gazing with a leering interest in the direction of the huddled, sobbing form of Janey's mother on the beach. " ... Besides, one bird in the hand is worth one in the bush."
Young Bill Cutler followed Jason's eyes to the prostrate form of Elaine Williams, understood what the older man was saying to him, and recoiled imperceptibly.
"You mean, after what we've done ... still more?" he whispered.
"You had enough?" came the challenge.
"Uhhh ... no ... no, 'course not," Bill stammered. "It's just that ... well..."
Jason didn't say anything, just kept looking at Janey's ex-boy friend with the same cold challenge in his eyes. This would show whether the young kid had it in him!
"What do we do?" Bill had given in, but he still didn't know what was expected of him. It was up to Jason, as the older and more experienced of the two, to lead the way.
"Watch me," the construction worker commanded, and got up to make his way across the beach to the still prostrate young mother.
Elaine knew that she shouldn't be crying, that it wouldn't do any good, but she felt so wretched and indecisive, so disturbed and crazy from her unwanted passions, that the flood was a reaction and she let the tears flow freely, pouring from her like cascading rain. She was dimly aware that Jason Wynn had moved closer and that his hand was now touching her shoulder as if he had relented in his coldly merciless onslaught of her sensibilities, but when she opened her eyes she gasped at the near-blurred image of his semi-erect penis and hanging balls as he knelt beside her, and she began to sob once more.
Jason laughed as he remembered how he had thought this helpless woman huddled on the ground in front of him might be difficult to get to. The blood in his rising cock was throbbing like mad, and his heavy balls ached with new prurient anticipation that was racing across his flesh. Damn, he wouldn't be able to last much longer he was going to have to screw this voluptuous woman or shoot his new build-up of cum all over her right there.
"Listen," he whispered in Elaine's ear. "Listen, I think we should be friends ... good friends..." His words were a planned flow of honey, mesmerically soothing murmurs which, combined with his nearness and nakedness and excitement, would slowly have the effect on the still sobbing woman that he desired. He reached into the open neck of her dress and began to stroke the satiny skin of her shoulder and upper arm gently, and decided to use the same plot he had used on Janey earlier.
"Don't think about it, Elaine ... Don't think about the way your daughter and I looked, just now, the way my penis was inside her, sliding up and down, the way she held me tightly, wanting more ... Don't think about it, Elaine..."
He sensed her warm breasts and tender nipples hardening slightly, and he smiled lewdly as he continued the softly hypnotic sounds. He knew that his words would serve to excite the emotionally distraught mother, just as he had known earlier that Janey could not resist the enticing mental image of her mother masturbating and he was not mistaken.
Elaine could feel a twitching deep within her belly, and her recently satiated vaginal orifice began to secrete new droplets of preparatory lubrications, moistening her already sperm-soaked inner thighs. She tried to will her body to cease its tingling ardor, tried to prevent her sensuality from betraying her for the second time that afternoon, but she had kept her passions repressed too long, and they began to rise in her again now with undeniable force.
Jason continued to stroke her shoulder, letting his hand slide slowly and lightly down inside her dress, knowing it was having the desired electric effect upon her. She was breathing faster now, and the lusting construction foreman brought his hand casually into her brassiere down against the swelling mound of one of her tingling breasts, rubbing the pliant quivering roundness tenderly. He heard the sharp intake of breath, felt the shudder of reaction spread through her body in a dismayed shock wave as she stiffened convulsively against him. But he didn't stop caressing her, running his thumb freely over her hardening nipple, and his growing cock suddenly leaped from his loins, throbbing in anticipation of the victory he felt was now imminent. . .
A warning voice in Elaine's still drink-fogged mind penetrated the lethargy her hapless state of affairs had placed in her. "No..." she gasped, trying to jerk upright from his clasp. "No ... what are you trying to do to me?"
"Come on, Elaine. You want me, don't you? You want me to love you like I loved your daughter ... that's why you were watching us this afternoon and didn't say anything then ... that's why you let Janey's boy friend fuck you while you were watching. Be honest with yourself, Elaine ... you want me to fuck you...."
"Oh, God..." the agonized woman moaned, still trying to fight the fire inside her, and she pushed against him, him and his threateningly up-thrust cock which seemed always in front of her.
And in doing so, her mouth brushed the man's lips, he kissed her suddenly, grinding his lips, completely engulfing her mouth and flicking his tongue forward to enticingly meet hers. No ... this is wrong ... I love my little Janey ... I can't let this happen, not right after he's had her ... I've got to get away ... got to find Janey ... Elaine's mind was a turmoil of struggle, trying to force herself to resist the horrible advances of this husky man, but already her mouth and lips and tongue were eagerly responding. The primeval urges of the handsome male and the unrequited passion of the tortured mother were far, far too strong, too basic in nature to allow even the fact that Elaine had just been fucked by young Bill Cutler to interfere, and the debased brunette let Jason saw his tongue mercilessly in and out of her hotly gasping mouth, and continue to pinch her erect nipples to provoke tiny mewlings rising from deep in her throat. I'm a bitch ... a slut ... a whore ... she told herself in utter capitulation. I can't help myself ... I'm sicker than I ever imagined ... but, ohhh God, I don't want him to stop...
"You want me to fuck you, Elaine?" Jason asked with sneering confidence, as though he'd read her mind. "Tell me, you cunt! Tell me like Janey told me ... Tell me you want my big cock inside you ... Tell me you want me to fuck you..." Jason's voice was strident and insistent now that he sensed Elaine's ultimate collapse.
The agonized mother moaned aloud and struggled against his burning fingers as they continued their mad tattoo across her electrically tingling flesh. "Ohhh, God, ohhh..." His carnal words invoked her to react with a strange, blood-pounding need. "Oh, yesss, yess, fuck me, Jason..." she gasped hysterically. "Fuck meeeeee!"
A foaming tide of salacious passion ripped through the final cloth of her battered defenses like a hot knife through butter. She looked around through tear-stained eyes at the confidently grinning man, at his swollen reddened cock jutting from his belly, at the oozing drop of seminal fluid emanating from its unseeing glans eye, and her mind was immersed in her sexual whirlwind. Without considering, without a will of her own any longer, she dropped her mouth open and heard herself cry out again.
"I want your cock to cum inside me, Jason. Fuck me until I cum too! Fuck me hard, just like you fucked my daughter!"
Jason moved quickly to plant a warm wet kiss upon Elaine's fearfully contracting buttocks as she knelt in front of him. He felt her quiver exotically beneath him, and he kissed her teasingly there again, then again, pushing her dress up past her waist. She moaned slightly as her body shook and trembled from the moist contact, and she involuntarily clenched her trembling ass-cheeks together.
Jason knew from experience that this was the time for patience, that the debauched motel proprietress had passed the first stage of the ultimate conquest and now he must win her mind and spirit over, and it had to be done by the softness of touch. He dropped back and placed his thumbs on either side of her soft buttock cheeks and pressed out gently, aware that the young Bill Cutler was eagerly watching his every move. Bit by bit, the straining muscles of Elaine's inner thighs relaxed and as Jason watched they slowly parted before the almost imperceptible outward pressure of his thumbs. His eyes were now at the same level as the thin red folds of flesh which covered her sperm-streaked vagina, and he could see a slight moisture forming, glistening on the softly curling pubic hair. The odor was one of exotic sweetness and it drifted enticingly out to flare his nostrils. Then he swallowed deeply, for his thumbs had opened her reddened vaginal lips enough to enable him to see the complete panorama of pink inner flesh, all smooth and pearlescent.
He blew softly upon her trembling anus and was rewarded by hearing another mewl escape from Elaine's open lips. She tried to move slightly, but his hands on her smooth buttocks held her fast, and then her muscles completely relaxed as he touched her now slightly throbbing anus with his moist searching tongue.
Elaine couldn't understand, didn't want to understand, this feather feeling up between her buttocks, but she stopped any further resistance. She allowed her ass-cheeks to be pulled wide open by the lusting tenant who was making circles of softness back there, feeling as if she would die any moment from the shame of her capitulation.
As for Janey's ex-boy friend, he sat as if mesmerized only a few yards from where Jason was kneeling behind the totally submissive Mrs. Williams. Never in his life could he have imagined that he would be witness to such an incredible scene of sexual lust, and his eyes widened in youthful excitement as he watched Jason thrust forward the tip of his tongue and bury it in the fleshy warm folds up between Janey's mother's lewdly upraised buttocks. The young boy saw the older woman squirm and then watched as the proficient stranger pushed his lips closer and began to obscenely suck and lick the whole of her softly yielding anal crevice. Her buttocks jerked forward on the first contact, but then in sudden surrender churned backward against his face with a crazy swaying as she gasped in electrified shock. Jason slaved at her tightly clenching little rectal mouth, his tongue plunging and withdrawing, making wet sluicing sounds with each wicked thrust. He pushed his face yet further into her, gleefully teasing her with his teeth and lips and tongue.
"Ohhhhhhh! Ooooohhhhhhh!" Elaine chanted, her body and mind in a lewd dance of desire from the obscene sucking between her wide-stretched buttocks. With a triumphant glow on his face, Jason looked up over her, knowing that he had now teased her into a greedy untamed animal of female lust who threatened to drive him insane with desire. His thick powerful cock was beginning to ache from anticipation, and he knew that if she liked what had gone before, she was going to love what was coming next! He slithered forward and worked his hips into the now saliva-drenched crevice of her naked buttocks forcing her to remain in position with his hands.
"Spread your knees out wider, baby," he commanded harshly. His blunt cock-head was now pressing against her tightly constricted anus, and even though she could feel it there and was frightened, Elaine still thought that he was going to put it in her as Bill Cutler had done before from behind, yes, but in her vagina. She spread her thighs as she was told, but suddenly she felt the cords of his muscular thighs as they shoved against her ... and then the elastic ring around her tightly resisting rectal opening gave way to his unrelenting pressure.
"AAAAGGGGGHHHHHHH!" she groaned in surprise, her face contorted in agony and pain. "Oh God! Oh God!" she wailed, trying to twist her buttocks loose from his blitzkrieg assault of her defenseless virginal rectum.
Jason moaned as he locked his gaze upon the sight of his lust-hardened shaft, sticking pole-like up between the helpless young woman's softly quivering buttock crevice. He jerked and shoved another inch into her vainly resisting anal passage, causing Elaine to groan again. Her anal ring puckered like a tightly clenched fist around his invading cock, and he grunted and wormed another half inch in ... her clasping anal passage was the tightest fuck he'd ever had!
"AAAARRRRRRRGGGGGGHHHHHH!" Elaine cried with each wrench of his loins. "It hurts! It hurts so much! Stoppppppppp!"
Bill Cutler's eyes were popping out of his head as he watched the perverse tableau unfolding before him. He had heard about this kind of thing ... had read about it in books that had been passed covertly around the locker room ... but he'd never expected to be a witness to it in the flesh! From the moment he'd realized what Jason was going to do, he'd felt his blood begin to pound with dizzying force in his head and loins and now, as he watched, his youthful cock, which he'd just emptied into Janey's mother's upraised cunt, was again throbbing in a painful erection that threatened to burst his tautly stretched shaft of maleness at its seams!
Elaine whimpered meekly as Jason's thrusting pelvis smacked viciously against her helpless upturned ass-cheeks. He sank his lewdly impaling cock up to the depths of her unaccustomed rectum, his heavy balls swinging down hard against her curly pubic hair and sensitive clitoral bud. She still kneeled slave-like before him, bereft of control, as slowly ... ever so slowly ... the pain began to ease. Jason flexed, and she uttered a choking sound as her softly resilient anal flesh clamped hotly around his rampaging cock, but it didn't hurt as much now ... in fact. . .
She was beginning to like it! Her anal passage began to accustom itself to the foreign presence imbedded deep up in it, and her body started to respond! Yes, yes, there was no denying it, she was warming to this obscenely bestial sodomizing of her most secret part. It was incredible, but true! Her head rolled from side to side and she buffeted back against Jason's pistoning shaft, churning her creamy-white buttocks in a wildly abandoned dance of sexual perversion.
"Oooooohhhhhhhhh!" the drink-dimmed brunette cried in abandon as Jason continued to hammer his monstrous cock deep up into her tightly hot rectal aperture. Beautiful pain! she thought wildly. Beautiful sweet love-pain in my rectum, in my womb, in my belly ... beautiful, beautiful cock to give me such wondrous feelings throughout my body...
No longer did thoughts of her daughter or of her own shameful debasement separate Elaine from the rapturous sensations beginning to course through her. Her trembling form now was ignorant of everything outside it was conscious only of the delicious feelings that pervaded every inch of her being. So entranced was she that she didn't even hear Jason when he hissed to Bill Cutler:
"What are you waiting for? She's hotter'n a pistol, kid ... she ain't going to get much hotter!"
As Jason's muscular pelvis smacked loudly against Elaine's impaled ass-cheeks, and as she began to work voraciously to screw her buttocks back onto his rampaging monster, moaning each time his heavy balls thwacked against the tender flesh of her nakedly exposed cunt, Bill stood up and crossed the sand quickly to stand beside the lewdly entwined pair. He couldn't believe his good fortune ... couldn't believe that this stranger was actually offering to share Janey's mother with him. Immediately he knew what Jason wanted him to do, and his youthful penis gave an insane lurch as he realized that, for the first time in his life, he was going to get his cock sucked!
Elaine was buffeting back against Jason's hammering penile staff crazily now, endeavoring to milk his thrashing balls of their burning load of cum to coax it far into the depths of her churning bowels. She worked diligently, concentrating, but the sudden overwhelming feeling of the presence of another person right beside her was too strong for her passion-fogged mind to overlook. Her eyes fluttered open, and then grew wide with dismay and fright at the sight of the lasciviously grinning Bill Cutler as he stood facing her stood facing her not twelve inches away, obscenely stroking his erect palpitating penis!
"My God!" she cried, ceasing her thrusting motions back against Jason's pile-driving cock-shaft.
"Mrs. Williams, please..." the young boy moaned, still unable to bring himself to merely thrust his steel-hard shaft up into her throat without permission.
Elaine's mind rebelled at the lewd debauched suggestion and she tried to pull away, pull herself free of Jason's still skewering cock imbedded deep up in her forever stretched rectum. But he held her firm, his strong hands imprisoning her, forcing her to remain still. She could do nothing but stare at the quivering swollen glans of Bill Cutler's thick rigid cock, glistening wetly from its thin sheen of lubrication, the unseeing eye staring back at her like some hypnotic symbolic orb. And a strange almost insane fascination began to grow in her, began to replace the fear and confusion and uncertainty. The bloated cock, held firmly in Bill's stroking fingers, seemed to beckon to her, seemed to command her to come nearer, seemed to will her to engulf it within the softly sensitive cavern of her own succulent mouth. And perhaps it was a temporary insanity, perhaps only the realization that she had hit rock-bottom, that caused all of Elaine's inhibitions to vanish in the sudden advent of a lust renewed, renewed yet more intensely than before. Not even believing what she was doing, she opened her mouth wide, her tongue licking around her lips, her eyes shifting up to meet Bill's in tacit submission to his pleasures. He grinned wider, breathing hard, then stepped harshly forward, guiding his throbbing penis up between her parted lips and along the softly moist carpet of her throat until she gasped and choked.
"Now suck me!" he commanded, from his position of male superiority. "Suck me good!"
Elaine pulled back slightly to keep from gagging, and then she was running her tongue around the unfamiliar glans opening experimentally at first, unsure of herself, and then with rapidly increasing tempo. It tasted bittersweet, pungent, exciting! She could feel every throbbing muscle and vein in it with her vacuuming lips, her darting tongue and teeth ... oh yes, it was good, good! A man's penis inside her mouth was excitingly wonderful, and his premature drops of cum were like nectar mingling with her saliva. She could hardly wait for him to really cum, to fill her mouth with his hot boiling sperm!
Faster and faster her tongue and mouth worked on this young boy's swollen instrument, and she held the base of his lewdly jutting cock in her hand now, having replaced his hand with her own. He wrapped his fingers tightly in her hair, moaning abandonedly at the enticing softness of her sucking mouth and dancing tongue on his fiery cock-
"Aaaaaahhhhhhhh!" he moaned in mindless rapture. "Oh Christ, that's nice ... I never thought it would be so nice..., "
And behind her, as she began to slave her mouth around her daughter's ex-boy friend's cock, Jason leered knowingly to himself and began to thrust his own hardened penis once again deep up into Elaine's still tightly clasping rectum slowly at first and then with an increasing rhythm until her hips were churning back against his pile-driving loins as they had before. He timed his thrusts to the eager heaving of Bill's frantic hips as he fucked into her mouth, so they were both plunging into Elaine's two opposite bodily orifices in matched time, withdrawing in syncopation. The air was filled with the sounds of love, of carnal pleasure being sought and attained slapping and sucking and moaning and panting.
Elaine's head pumped abandonedly to and fro, slavishly licking every inch of Bill's thickly jerking cock-shaft with an increasingly insane fervor. She could feel nothing but the inciting penis battering against her larynx, and she made no move to cease the intense ramming pressure there. Her lips sucked insanely as she attempted to extract the swirling white load of burning sperm from his heavy-laden balls.
At the same time she rolled and flung her buttocks back against Jason's forward-driving shaft with mindless delight, enjoying the intoxicating sensations deep in her belly. He groaned, a wailing gasp, tearing from his throat as the moment of his impending climax drew near, and Elaine, too, was groaning and wailing and begging the two magnificently attuned cocks to flood her, consume her, drown her with their geysering explosions of hotly flowing semen. Her lips churned and swirled more wildly around Bill's pulsing young cock, and her buttocks heaved in an intense frothing tempo back against Jason's thundering loins, while her own orgasm was building ... building ... building. It wouldn't be long now, she knew, it wouldn't be long before all of them came in one total mind-blowing release of their mutual passions...
Suddenly, Bill emitted a loud grunting wail of liberation as he jammed his magnificent youthful hips forward, burying his straining shaft to the hilt in Elaine's eagerly sucking mouth. Her abused throat tightened and untightened as torrent after gushing torrent of his searing fluid poured forth from his wildly ejaculating cock, and she swallowed desperately to keep from strangling on the billowing sperm, her cheeks bloating and hollowing as the grotto of her mouth filled and emptied again and again...
And then, behind her, Jason's fingers dug painfully into her ass-cheeks, the nails drawing blood, as he began to chant crazily, "I'm cumming ... I'm cumming ... aaaaggg-gghhhhhhh!" And his wildly flaring cock began to jerk out of control far up in her anus then, as Bill's was doing in her mouth, and she felt the fire-hot semen erupting along his urethra tube from the boiling cauldrons of his raging balls and filling her dilated rectum to overflowing. The burning liquid ran down along the valley of her churning buttocks, along the backs of her pumping thighs, and pooled on the sand beneath her orgasmically shuddering body.
"Keep sucking, keep sucking, don't stoppppppppp!" Bill howled, convulsively levering forward. "Suck my cum, suck all of my cummmmmmmmm!"
"Aaaaaaagggghhhhh!" Jason wailed behind her.
And as if their mutual cries of rapture were the final trigger of her own cumming, Elaine felt the beginnings of that wildly soaring ride take hold of her flesh. She gurgled and groaned around Bill's still ejaculating young cock, never once losing a single droplet of his molten fluid. She climbed and rode the crest of her orgasm to the impossible height which she had come to know so well in the past two days, that fabulously delirious pinnacle which was the only thing worth seeking in the whole wide universe. On and on she came, thrashing, climbing, her whole being wracked by the unbearable ecstasy of her passion, the two cocks skewering into her taking her higher and higher to the peaks of hedonistic pleasure.
And, then, finally, she collapsed forward on the sun-bleached sand, the two bliss-giving penises slipping from her consummated mouth and forever stretched rectum with simultaneous wet pops of satiated lust. And as if those combined sounds were the signal for the final breach of the hasty defenses she'd erected to keep the torturous feelings of guilt and shame from her dazed mind, she suddenly froze under the allied assault of her reason, conscience, and fears.
Oh God, what have I done ... God above, please forgive me! And Janey ... my darling baby . ... where are you? I need you ... Oh God ... I need your forgiveness most of all!! !
Neither of the two men lying in oblivious satiation on the sand paid any attention when the emotionally distraught woman staggered to her feet, swayed with pitiful uncertainty, and finally began to stumble off down the trail where her daughter had disappeared only ten horrifying minutes before.
CHAPTER SIX
Janey Williams slumped to the moss-covered ground in a small glade, panting heavily from her running exertions and emotional frenzy. Her skin was pale and flowing with perspiration, and she was as confused a little girl as any could have been. She lay down, letting the last warming rays of the sun filter through the trees and dapple her soft skin as she tried to sort out her ambivalent feelings now that the first, blushing shock of all that had happened was wearing off.
Mentally she was enmeshed in the guilt of having succumbed to temptation and having allowed herself to display her tender virginal genitals to Bill last night, and abandon herself and her virginity to Jason Wynn today, but physically ... she had to admit that there weren't any signs of dissipation, that outwardly there was no way of telling that she had just been soundly fucked except for the patches of Jason's dried sperm on her curly pubic hair and trembling naked thighs. Miserably, she realized that she wasn't entirely filled with contrition. There were the long-standing agonies to contend with, but they were in the back of her mind now, all of the warnings she'd been weaned on having become so much hot air after seeing her mother and her boy friend together.
Her mother. She couldn't believe it about her, a woman so prim and proper about sex and morality, suddenly rolling in lewd abandon as if she was ... she was ... Janey sat up, her eyes wide open and her mouth agape at the shock of the realization which tore through her reveries. Say it, she commanded herself; be honest with yourself if with no one else and to the woods and the silent world around her, she said it out loud;
"My mother was acting like me!"
The trees bounced her words, making them echo in her ears, and for the first time the young teenager saw the wisdom in Jason's remarks. There was no difference between her and her mother; both of them were capable of sex! She saw now that her cruel verbal lashings were irrational, her accusations unjustified, her mother's anguished plea to be forgiven and understood had been the really important thing. As she sat quietly in the glade, she was no longer filled with anger or loathing, but with a new and consuming sense of closeness and love for her mother who had just been fucked by Jason Wynn. She wanted to rush back and tell her mother about this discovery, for she vowed that from this second on, there would be no more false pretenses, no more guilt or shame about what they were or would be in the future, and that this knowing and sharing would bring them closer together than ever before.
The lovely young child smiled, feeling suddenly free, and she stretched out and thought that later, when things had calmed down, she and her mother could have a real heart-to-heart talk privately and openly. And she would tell her mother all about how she had lost her virginity today and wasn't sorry about it, any more than she was sorry that Bill and her mother had been watching her and doing it at the same time. It was exciting thinking about that ... about the way Jason had split her little hymen, ravished her virginally defenseless cunt her breasts swollen and aching from his hands and lips and the way she'd willingly allowed the man to fuck her...
The marijuana which Jason had earlier fed in such large quantities in her system, came back now stronger than ever, making the erotic scenes vivid in Janey's mind. Once more her heated blood beat headily with its effects, forcing her brain to dream and her flesh to react...
She looked down at her nakedness once more, and began exploring her breasts and loins as the salacious thoughts filtered through her mind's eye. She found her body still sensitive in a delightfully tingling way, her pink young pussy still swollen and moist, her soft fringe of curling pubic hair parted to show her wetly tantalizingly little vaginal hole. She slowly directed a finger there in curiosity, wondering what it was like now that a man's penis had invaded it, and she concluded that it was only slightly larger and far more sensitive than before; she let her finger draw its way from her tiny hairless anus all the way up to her throbbing little clitoris. Then she placed a hand on her tender breasts, and recalled how she'd watched with lewd fascination as her mother had massaged her own breasts while masturbating the night before. She squeezed her erecting nipples, feeling the surges of passion as her thumb slicked gingerly over the quivering little buds.
God! What is this fire I feel? she gulped, her breath suddenly ragged. Control yourself. She gazed at her nakedly displayed loins, outwardly calm but inwardly burning with a newly kindled desire. I just got fucked ... I can't be wanting more ... but she was, partly because of her unwanted sense of freedom and her titillating introduction to the adult world of sex, and partly due to the aphrodisiac qualities of the marijuana which the unscrupulous Jason Wynn had tricked her into smoking. Her pink-rimmed pussy-lips twitched and spasmed through their slight covering of pubic hair, and as sore as her just-fucked vagina was, she spread her legs and drew the lips apart so that her vulnerable cunt and adolescent clitoris were visible to her, and she gazed, spellbound at the darker, wetter opening where Jason had so recently shoved his merciless cock over and over, and into which he'd spewed his unending loads of seething white cum.
Her hips dug into the earth and before she could gather the strength to resist the compelling flames in her belly and loins, she began rubbing her hand up and down her dark moist vagina and smooth satin-soft inner thighs, her fingers moving gently over her coral-tinged cunt lips. A roaring tide of arousal flowed over her as she did, and she started to heave and pump as she became more engrossed in her naked abandon.
I can't stop myself ... But I don't want to, not any longer. I want to do everything, feel everything ... and this isn't wrong, it can't be wrong ... because Mother was doing it to herself. . .
It was into this scene that Elaine walked in a stumbling determined lurch, coming upon Janey, wide-splayed under a tree, before the exhausted mother really knew what she was witnessing. She sucked in her breath, her eyes bulging as she saw her daughter jerking her naked hips off the ground and exposing her moist hair-rimmed cunt to the world and she was horrified to see Janey's slender fingers pistoning with the inciting regularity of a penis far inside her upturned vagina.
"Janey!" the horrified mother moaned at the realization of the depths to which her sixteen year old daughter had sunk.
Janey looked up dreamily but without slackening her throbbing rhythm. She didn't care that her mother saw her like this, and in fact was glad, for this was the only way they could ever get together as she so fervently desired now.
"Dear Mother ... I love you..."
"You don't! You're doing this to torture me!" Elaine wailed. "You saw me last night doing this, and now ... now you want me to feel even worse than I already do. Stop it! I beg of you to forgive me and stop torturing me!"
"You ... you don't understand, Mother. I love you, I really do ... and I'm fingering myself because I enjoy it. We both know we play with our pussies, and there's nothing to be ashamed of. Love me ... please come here and love me..."
"You, you don't hate me?" Elaine asked incredulously.
"No, no longer ... We're alike ... Ahhhh, this feels good, almost as good as a cock inside me ... We're the same, you and I ... you've got the same right to sex ... as I have!"
"Darling!" Elaine cried out, and dropped beside her daughter, hugging her naked body to her, unable to comprehend the sudden change but too relieved to question it. Her child didn't hate her ... and that was all that mattered! Still, Janey didn't stop her manipulations as she was nestled close to her mother's warm breast, but her hand continued to pump like a burning, surging slave to her physical drives. Elaine tried to avert her eyes from the splayed cunt, from her child's loins undulating lewdly against her.
"Stop it, darling ... " she moaned. "You must, really."
"No," Janey gurgled ecstatically. "I watched you ... last night ... I watched you do the same thing to your cunt and I ... I got excited as hell. Doesn't this excite you?" She panted breathlessly and parted her trembling thighs wider, rotating her smooth naked buttocks obscenely, her fingers caressing and circling her sparse pubic curls and swollen vaginal lips as she pumped madly into her newly awakened young cunt. Her brain was on fire from her delights, and she was goaded on to faster and faster action by the marijuana Jason had made her smoke. She couldn't stop she didn't want to stop and she had to make her mother understand this.
Elaine's gaze was fixed on her daughter's salaciously exposed cunt, her own belly besieged by a thousand butterflies. She had expressly gone after Janey to try to be open and honest with her, only to find that she herself was now the one who was afraid to face reality. She'd lain in her bed last night and listened to Jason having his penis sucked by Susi Marshall and done the very thing her daughter was doing now, and she'd loved the feeling then ... and as she watched now, she was drawn strongly by the natural attraction of flesh and blood; still she cringed, only to be pulled yet closer. She suddenly realized that her child's question had to be answered, and it was with wrenching terror that Elaine sensed that her own thighs were actually tingling with some kind of unwanted and perverted response to Janey's immorality.
"Tell me ... tell me, Mother," her daughter demanded. "Doesn't this excite you? Ahhhh, it feels so goood ... I'm being honest! I'm being grown-up enough to admit it," the drug-driven young teenager moaned. "Please Mother, please if you value our love..."
"Janey," Elaine shuddered as she stared harder at her only child's glistening cunt-lips and the rosette of her obscenely exposed rectal opening, for she was excited and becoming more excited all the time. She was being forced to admit that she was strangely attracted by her daughter's dainty pink flesh and nestling clitoris and the delirium of Janey's whipping finger-fucking. "Janey," she heard herself say chokingly, "Yes, Janey, I'm excited. Oh God, I'm excited by you!"
"Mother ... dearest, loving Mother..."
Janey took her hand from her own breast then, unable to control the insatiable desire to touch her mother, and one trembling finger brushed against Elaine's satiny firm thigh and moved upwards under her short summer dress. Janey had always considered love between women abhorrent, but as her hand massaged her own inflamed cunt and burning clitoris, the teenager was charged with the exciting feel of her mother's flesh.
"Janey!" Elaine gasped, a sudden electric shock convulsing her body from the glancing touch of Janey's fingers on her burning loins. She trembled and moaned in the salacious unwelcome passions gripping her belly and breasts, for now Janey had reached her mother's moistly hot vagina and was thrusting up and down as she was in her own fiery young cunt, and Elaine was unable to keep from arching her buttocks and letting one leg slowly bend in response.
"Stop, darling ... Ohhhh, stop this. It isn't right ... We're women, we're mother and daughter ... Ohhhh, it isn't natural..."
"But you're excited, Mother. You like this as much as I do, and your pussy's so hot that you can't stand it." Janey stopped her own fingerings now, intent on sliding her one hand in and out of her mother's steaming cunt and using her other to unbutton the dress. "You love me rubbing your vagina, just like you love fingering yourself or having a man's cock inside you ... I want you naked, naked and beside me, because I want you to love me, love me deeply..."
Elaine's face grew crimson. It's true, she thought miserably. She trembled with the ecstasy from her child's hand, realizing what the admission meant. Ripples of loathing coursed through her, but all was overridden by the inundation of her passion. No ... not my own daughter ... But her body heaved and pumped against Janey's invading thrusts, her ivory thighs widening as she was slowly undressed by the slim trembling fingers of her daughter. She was writhing on the moss now, more abandoned and out of control than ever before in her life, and she opened her mouth so that she could catch her breath, only to find herself kissing Janey's small ear tenderly. A thrilling desire to be released from the burning flames of the unnatural stimulation flooded her tormented mind, and she raised herself up and crossed her arms, removing the partially opened dress. It was a mute but unmistakable signal of surrender to the forces which were now fully controlling her body and senses, but she didn't care.
Janey unclipped her mother's brassiere and threw it aside, and trailed a moist hand across Elaine's trembling skin, pressing her fingers harder into her openly flowering cunt and then bending forward and kissing the tender nipple of one throbbing white breast. Elaine sighed from the intense stabs of pleasure which cascaded from the tingling surface of her inner thighs as Janey's fingers rubbed up and down her open vaginal valley, grazing her erect clitoris, teasing the moistly clenched hole of her rectum. She whimpered as her daughter slid down beside her, nuzzling her whole body against hers, breasts to breasts, thigh to thigh, cunt to cunt, and she looked into the sweet innocent face of the teenage neophyte and saw it quivering with expectation.
"Kiss me, Mother..." the ecstatic young girl whispered, breathing heavily.
What's possessed me? Elaine's confused mind chanted. What's possessed us both? She stiffened as Janey's warm lips closed over her, and a darting tongue probed along her slightly parted mouth. After an instant of hesitation, the mother surrendered totally and opened her lips to let her daughter's searching tongue slide in as their mouths fused hotly. The older woman found herself responding with all the passion she had ever had for her husband, sucking and drinking the warm saliva from her daughter's mouth.
"Yes ... yes ... yes, I want you, darling Janey," she murmured as they broke apart, the wild surrender to her own lewd desires making her head roll and her mind abandon itself to lesbianism to incestual lesbianism her brain totally destroyed by the depraved and perverted fire of lust consuming her charged cunt and breasts and mouth.
"Ohhhhhhh..." Janey mewled with rapture. "I want to kiss you, Mother ... I want to kiss your cunt...."
"Oh, no, darling ... " Elaine whimpered. "Not that, that's awful ... I never even allowed your father to do that to me."
Her daughter shivered and moaned, but began to slide away, kissing her mother on her heaving breasts and running fire-hot trails of tongue and lips down her firm flat stomach and rounded abdomen, down farther to where her fingers were pumping with maddening regularity. Elaine raised her head to watch in half-revulsion, half-captivation as her voluptuous child moved around she didn't think Janey could do it, would do it but the teenager was already wriggling her lovely moon-shaped buttocks over her mother's face, her legs and thighs straddling Elaine's panting mouth and nose until she stared with wide eyes up at the barely mature pink slit of her child's moist cunt, the lewd wetness of Jason's sperm still gleaming on the soft dark pubic hair.
Janey gasped excitedly, all thoughts of right or wrong melting in the blast furnace of her depraved emotions. She breathed in the beautiful bouquet of genital aroma coming from her mother's softly pulsating cunt, her own vagina below generating devils of sensuality and lust, and while she kept telling herself mindlessly that this was disgusting and that she had gotten carried away with the intensity of her love for her mother and should stop this, the small tendrils of shame and loathing which still clung to her soul only made what she wanted to do all the more lasciviously delightful. Unable to control her secret longings any more, she dropped her head forward and blew a searing flame of hot breath into the open pink well of her mother's nakedly proffered vagina.
"Agggggghhhhh..." Elaine groaned through clenched teeth. But even as she tried to break free from the warm embrace she and her daughter were in, Janey began to plant fevered kisses around her open thighs and lower belly, all around her passionately throbbing cunt which was roaring now with unrequited needs, the inner walls and outer lips swelling and expanding in her excitement.
Janey flicked out her darting wet tongue to tease one fold of her mother's vaginal flanges, and Elaine rose off the grounds in involuntary reaction, rotating her body slowly from side to side in response to the grazing tickle of her daughter's mouthing. As Janey eased more of her tongue inside the wide-stretched cleft and found to her sublime pleasure that she got an enormous thrill from the contact, she lashed out suddenly in a torrent of action, her mouth and lips invading her mother's cunt with complete freedom. She forgot where she was or what she was, or who was under her as her mind soaked up the ambrosia of excited female juices which poured forth from the older woman's lewdly exposed pussy-slit.
Elaine moaned from deep in her belly, her outburst exploding from the salacious unwelcome passions which were surging through her tingling flesh. She heard Janey gasp for air, and then bury even her nose in the hungrily grinding mouth-like orifice up between her mother's legs, and she begged the lust-possessed teenager to stop.
"No ... No ... No...! " she chanted weakly, twisting in the grip of her child's increasingly voracious tonguing, writhing as
Janey refused to stop, horridly aware that she herself was unable to refuse the hungry mouth which was glued to her insanely responding cunt. She wanted Janey to stop ... but at the same time she didn't.
The agonized mother gazed upward at the triangle of dark wet pubic hair undulating a few inches above her face, at the swollen ruby vaginal lips of the girl who was kissing her own vagina, and the lascivious sight of her daughter's once-virginal cuntal area became beautiful and sublime. She tentatively brushed her fingers across Janey's quivering stomach and saw that this made the young girl tremble and caused little droplets of secretion to appear at her coral-hued edges of her vaginal slit. The tender skin felt so soft and hot to touch ... Elaine let her hands rove up and down her daughter's body, circling her thighs and buttocks, though not having the nerve to dip into the pulsating crest of hair and flesh up between her widened legs. She couldn't ... she just couldn't!
And then she was, finding to her shocked surprise before she knew what she was doing that she was clutching her child's firm white buttocks and drawing her own head upward, her face tangling in the softly tickling wisps of pubic hair with near frenzied strength. Guilt at their actions surged through her for a fleeting instant, but all was overridden by her love by her physical love for Janey, and her lips and tongue burrowed in the recently sperm-filled cunt that was now resting upon her face as she licked molten swaths all the way from her child's anus down to her tempting vaginal hole and her tiny quivering clitoris, tasting the remaining male essence of Jason's ejaculation as she did so.
"Ooohhhhhhh," Janey cried in a muffled voice. "That's it, Mother ... Ohhhhhh, that's it! Faster! Faster!"
The drugged girl strained her undulating loins downward into her mother's sucking mouth with all her might. She was salivating as never before as she tongued and kissed and sucked the pink trembling flesh of her mother's writhing cunt, and all the while Elaine was busy with the clenching confines of her daughter wetly down-turned vagina as well. Janey was about to burst from the volcano of lust inside her, and she thrust harder and harder, every inch of her body on fire. The walls of Elaine's thrusting vagina grasped hungrily around her daughter's swirling tongue and her clitoris trembled from the driving lips and teeth. The muscles in the older woman's inner thighs and buttocks flexed against the torture of her unrestrained fury, and as a final and total sign of her complete capitulation to the hedonistic ecstasy that was flowing through her body, the lust-crazed mother suddenly turned her daughter over so that she was now on top of Janey's still wildly sucking mouth. Only momentarily did Elaine pause to feast her eyes on the inciting sight of her daughter's pearly pink vagina lying open and begging below her before, with a cry, she descended on the teenager's squirming loins, intent on nothing except her mission to bring her child to the same climax that she knew she herself was now nearing...
And at the edge of the clearing Jason Wynn and Bill Cutler stood beadily watching the mother and daughter lewdly entwined in their writhing sucklings of each other's wildly squirming loins, staring bug-eyed at the pink vaginal slits and the licking tongues that slicked from the apex of the women's respective clitorises to the tender pink rosebuds of their anal orifices.
"What did I tell you, Bill?" Jason whispered lustily. "They're together again. Heh, heh and really together this time."
The young college student could only groan in reply, his inexperienced cock again an erect post throbbing painfully from the lust-provoking sight before him. He'd never seen two girls eat each other out before, much less dreamed of a mother-daughter combination! It was more than his young mind could absorb dispassionately, and he watched with increasing arousal as the slaving female twosome bucked and spasmed insanely in their incestual orgy.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Jason Wynn stared at the abandoned women below him, stroking his throbbing blood-erected cock in deliberately tantalizing rhythm. He crouched down beside the pair of undulating females, coming ever closer until his swinging balls were touching Elaine's forehead; then he extended his rigidly masculine penis with one hand while with the other he suddenly raised Elaine's head harshly.
"Suck me, Elaine," he ordered breathlessly. "Suck me like you're sucking your daughter and make me cum!"
In one gasping, shuddering moment the surprised mother realized that she had been discovered, and that what was being thrust toward her wetly working mouth was Jason Wynn's terrifying cock, thick and swollen and palpitating. She wanted to scream, to fling him away, and yet she couldn't for the passion from her daughter's sucking of her widely-splayed cunt was steaming rampantly through her nerves, making her incapable of anything except wanting to be a slave to her body. She couldn't reason how or why her temporary tenant was there, beside her ... but she didn't want to suck his penis! She tried to twist her head away, but he held her roughly in his grasp, pressing his demanding cock forward still more until his bloated glans was against her cheek; he raised her head until she could feel his secretions teasing her lips, and she wanted to escape.
Janey was now fully cognizant of what was happening to her mother, even though her position made it impossible for her to react, trapped as she was under the still ardently undulating pink crevice of her mother's quivering vaginal slit. Even though her passions had been spiraling in spite of her best efforts to reject them, Janey was shocked speechless by the impact of Jason's demand. God! He was there, wanting her mother to suck his cock! She started to cry out, but her hot breath only inflamed Elaine's cunt more, and the mother ground her vagina into her child's face reflexively; Janey realized then that her mother, while unwilling to cooperate in this new event, was still hotly aroused, and she could only lie there and feel Elaine's warmly excited secretions around her mouth and smell the feminine perfume of her mother's sex. She deliriously began to kiss and lick as before, her brain refusing any command other than the overwhelming need for gratification. It was as if her return to her lickings and tongueings was a form of circuit breaker, stopping her overloaded mental system from shorting out her only path to keep the smattering of sanity which still held her together. The young daughter worked slave-like below, her tongue-lashing making her mother moan in one continuous stream of bubbling pleasure, unable to stop what was now an obsession, an overwhelming, crushing need...
Elaine's cunt flowered open wider and her lubrications increased with the resumption of her daughter's sucking mouth teasing her wide-stretched vaginal slit, and warm trickles of saliva ran down from her mouth. But still she couldn't take Jason Wynn's pulsingly protuberant penis into her mouth. She'd barely been able to hold Bill's young shaft earlier, and she knew that if she had to open her mouth to the powerful assault of Jason's thickly proportioned monster, she'd surely choke to death!
"Ohhhhhh, God damn you, Elaine, suck it!"
"No! Don't make me!" she pleaded. "Please don't make me!"
But Jason was deaf to the frightened mother's pleas. With brutal disregard, he took her chin in his hands and forcefully pried open her unwilling mouth. Then, without a moment's further hesitation, he thrust forward quickly, filling the wet warm cavern of Elaine's helpless cheeks with his fleshy swollen hardness.
The reluctant older woman closed her eyes, feeling numb to the entire world. In a trance-like state she felt the harsh pubic hairs at the base of
Jason's penetrating penis rub against her chin, and she ovaled her violated lips as he began to screw his pummeling cock in and out, his hands still holding her head in a vise-like grip. "Suck, baby, suck..." she heard dimly and she did, not knowing what else she could do. Her wet distended lips slowly began to nibble the thrusting shaft while she coughed and sputtered from the unnatural invasion, trying not to think of what she was submitting to for the second time that day.
Underneath her, Janey sucked and teased faster and faster as she thought of her mother having a beautiful cock shoved into her lovely face, and her hands stroked the firm heated flesh in the moist flanges of Elaine's voraciously clasping cunt.
The saliva grew in the mother's mouth, becoming slightly sticky now from the emissions of lubricating fluid oozing from the head of Jason's sliding cock. She sensed his hips jerking and straining against her bobbing mouth as his fingers locked firmly in her dark hair, holding her fast as his blood-filled penile shaft stretched and expanded until there just wasn't any more room left. But instead of the sickness Elaine had expected, her brain began to savor the electric touch of her tongue on his impaling cock and the throbbingly tantalizing taste of his hard flesh. She balanced herself on one hand and took the other up to the base of his salaciously hanging testicles, crooning a little now as she sucked rhythmically, twirling her moist darting tongue maddeningly around the rubbery glans and coronal ridge.
At the same time, Janey sucked in subservient lust on her mother's clutching pussy while she listened to Elaine's moan of agony change subtly to a tone of enjoyment. The young daughter too was falling into deeply unmitigated desire now, the perverted seance a trois no longer causing her hesitation or remorse. What was the use of deceiving herself? After all, her mother was loving what she was being forced to do, and her own flesh was swamped with a churning prurience at the mere thought of it. Desire Janey was truly reveling in the salaciousness she was partner to; vanished were her childish inhibitions and prudishness, for she had been totally conquered by burning lustful desire and there couldn't be anything more important at that moment than the heavenly feelings which were flowing through her.
Jason looked down at the beautiful woman below him, and the sight of his lengthy cock-shaft absorbed in between her ovaling lips increased his sensation a thousand-fold. She was massaging the softly resilient sac of his massive balls and running her thumb and forefinger around the hardened base of his manliness, and he could feel the boldness of her liquid tongue twirling crazily over his rock-hard cock as he pumped in and out. Her head was bobbing in tempo as she simultaneously worked her still wide-splayed little cunt in hungry undulating circles over her daughter's sucking mouth. Elaine sensed her boarder's throbbing reaction and tongued his delicious cock-hardness still more fervently, the tips of her teeth digging gently into the rubbery hard surface, leaving small white trails where they had scraped slightly. She was responding now from instinct alone, and felt herself the most blessed of women to have his beautiful cock in her voracious mouth while her own daughter sucked her to certain orgasm down below. The ecstasy rose and billowed in her ... she loved this, and strove now to lure Jason's boiling sperm into her throat and belly with a spasming fervor that she'd never dreamed existed and which was driving her to climactic madness...
Bill Cutler wondered that Janey's mother didn't choke as he watched her continue to suck on and on, tiny rivulets of sweat rolling down the side of her face and body as she bobbed up and down on Jason Wynn's penis like a female demon. The muscles in his own stomach tightened, great swirls of heat building in his aching testicles as he gazed with lewd intensity at Elaine's thin pink ridges of inner mouth flesh pulling at and clinging to the stranger's obscenely thrusting penis. He had to join in now! He had to...
"Janey!" he cried out, "Janey, I want to fuck you!"
"Ohhhhhh, yesssss!" the young girl moaned at once, still pressed to the wetly undulating cunt of her mother's pubic slit.
"Move from underneath. No, you don't have to stop sucking your mother, just move your lower body out ... Then you can get fucked and suck her at the same time..."
Janey hesitated, her body quivering with the agony of her decision, but then she slipped her legs and buttocks out from beneath Elaine's body, sliding without hindrance now that the absorbed mother had one hand around Jason's punishing genitals. She thrust her hips and loins toward Bill, raised her legs and stretched them wide, bending them as close to her chest as she could so that her displayed cunt was a helpless toy for her ex-boy friend to use in his animalistic quest for satisfaction. She groaned and squirmed, her pinkly smooth pussy-flesh glistening from her mother's saliva and her own passionate secretions, the lessening of her anguish and fear a release from her mind's horror and the result of her sexual frenzy. She felt a rising howl of passion building deep in her tortured belly, in her very soul, as the young banker's son knelt between her wide-splayed legs. Her ruby red cunt lips throbbed with anticipation, making her automatically ease her buttocks farther upward and widen her smooth young thighs still more to allow him the complete inciteful view of her open vaginal slit.
Bill gaped at the ivory moons of her rounded ass-cheeks as they were offered up to him in sacrifice, and at her hair-ringed cunt already moist and palpitating in uncontrolled lasciviousness. God, he was excited! He couldn't wait to feel her squirm and cry beneath him, and his youthful balls tingled and hurt with the desire racing through his expectant loins. He moved forward, aching with lewd thoughts, and pried her open wider with his fingers and thumbs until she was unprotected and stationary before him. He held his blood-heavy penis in the crevice of her quivering vaginal slit, its angry red cock-head poised mercilessly before the tight elastic opening of her tiny anus. He taunted her, rubbing his teenage hardness up and down the sensitively spread channel, then suddenly introduced his massive shaft up into her saliva-coated cunt, pushing steadily until his entire burning length was submerged inch by tormenting inch into the hidden depths of her womb.
Janey tried to cry out, not knowing why, only that this devastatingly constant plunge was what she wanted. Then the eager young girl spread the soft curls of her pubic hair and caressed the tiny throbbing bud of her swollen clitoris, stroking and taunting it as she clasped his thundering penis between her obscenely stretched cunt lips.
Dear God ... I want to die with this in me! Janey thought crazily.
But Bill removed his hardened penis then, the purpose of his penetration accomplished to lubricate her well. He lowered his pulsing shaft until its unseeing eyes was level with Janey's tiny hairless anus. He might have prepared her further, seeing that she was a virgin in her rectal opening, by stretching the sphincter ring with his finger, but his inexperience and excitement were too great.
With total disregard, he flicked his hips forward suddenly, driving his throbbing cock-head up into the tightly puckered rubbery anal mouth. Janey gasped as she felt the sensitive lips around her virgin rectum being forced open, its elastic snugness resisting momentarily, then giving way before the harsh brutal pressure. The agony shattered her and she endeavored to mechanically resist, squealing out with a choking muffled cry. Her ex-boy friend, reveling in the elation of hearing her pain-wracked groans, rammed forward again, sinking more of his lust-inflated cock into her helplessly skewered rectum. He felt his heavy testicles thud against her upturned buttocks as she ground against the earth in an attempt to escape the cruel impalement, and her legs jerked out wide on either side of his lean young body, kicking futilely in the air.
"God! Noooo! Not back there! Noooo!" the young girl choked in agony, her naked white body pinned between her mother and Bill's viciously impaling cock. She was helpless, and with every surge of his arrogant penis she seemed to be forced yet more firmly onto his sodomizing shaft. She was certain that her body was being split up the middle and that she would be torn in half from his brutally plunging cock-length, its blunt head thrusting into her anus in excruciating waves of torture. All sense of balance had long since left her, the only feeling that of the searingly hot pain from his sudden entry and cruel tearing of her virgin rectal tunnel.
She flexed her buttocks tightly together in an attempt to hold off further invasion, but the throb of her internal tissues only incited the young boy more, and he plowed his way deeper and deeper up into her vainly resisting passage. She sensed every ridge and vein of the obscenely impaling cock as her nerve ends transmitted its plundering form in minute detail to her muddled mind and the spongy hard shaft pressed relentlessly on, driving her rubbery rectal flesh along in front of it.
"Aggggghhhh!" she complained. Then she held her breath as the buried cock expanded more, stretching the narrow nether walls farther and farther apart. Then he was all the way in, and the tickling hairs of his thrusting loins and the full weight of his sperm-bloated testicles grazed her buttocks, and she became united with the violating penis.
"Ohhhhhhh, nooooooo..." the young girl mewled in horror, and she shuddered as Bill began to saw rhythmically and without the slightest mercy deep up into the wetly soft confines of her impaled back channel.
She dug her nails into her palms as slowly the pain eased a little, although it was still a mixture of hurtful discomfort and stimulation. She was being brutally sodomized and she tried to concentrate of this thought, but each time her concentration was destroyed by a skin-splitting thrust which jolted her and, much to her shame, made her squirm in a weirdly masochistic joy. She realized then that she was heaving forward to meet the thrust of Bill's youthful loins, and was undulating her slender hips and smoothly rounded buttocks in tiny lewd circles as she began to feel excitement through the pain.
Her tongue snaked out and started licking her mother's momentarily neglected cunt once more, the pungent odors of Elaine's secretions flaring her nostrils. Her whole body twitched and writhed under the two persons and she groaned incessantly up into the moistness of her mother's saliva-coated vaginal orifice, thrusting her lips and tongue deep into the steaming crevice. Low hums of passionately servile acceptance came in torrents from her young throat, her beautiful face twisting with erotic arousal, her inexperienced mouth working like a fish out of water, her neck straining as a light sweat broke out over her flesh. Her head rolled from side to side as her responding hips established an unwitting tempo beneath Bill's obscenely impaling cock, and her hungry anus screwed itself up tighter against his hair-covered pelvis, forcing the over-excited boy to clench his teeth tightly in an effort to control himself.
There was no longer pain, she reasoned nebulously. Her body was surging and vibrant, raw electricity rippling through her straining rectum and out her rock-hard nipples, whirling in a vortex of madness through her belly and legs and mind...
"You like it, you like it now, don't you?" Bill grunted with adolescent eagerness.
"Yes! Yes! Oh, keep fucking me in the ass! Ohhhhhhh!" Janey babbled, the thought of her own lips spewing such sick words into her own mother's cunt sending a new lascivious thrill swirling through her. She revolved her squirming buttocks around his thickly rigid penis, her tiny anus dilating in time to its rhythmic beating. Furiously she lapped at Elaine's delicious tasting pussy, her unsated passions building until she couldn't breathe, .and she thrust her smooth white buttocks as high as she could for more of the cruel unnatural fucking that Bill was pumping into her unresisting rectum.
The banker's son looked up to watch avidly as Janey's mother's softly ovaled mouth clasped at Jason Wynn's ever-growing penis. Her greedy lips clung to it as if held there by some unseen clamp. The tall construction foreman grinned lewdly and winked at his young protege, and then ogled once again Elaine's lust-contorted face as the older woman mindlessly sucked his aching cock like it was the last piece of candy on earth. He could see his oozing seminal fluid trickling now from the corners of her vacuuming mouth, Elaine reveling in the cruel humiliation that she was being subjected to, a strange light shining in her glazed eyes.
Young Bill Cutler watched the reddish skin of Janey's little round anus draw back with his own hard cock, clutching it as if it didn't want him to ever come out. At first, the pressure on his bloated penis had been almost too much to bear, but now it was just tight enough and exhilarating the type of squeeze that promised to draw his boiling sperm out of his fiery testicles with the ferocity of a siphon. Intensely he leered at the pink fleshy ridges as the gleaming length of his pistoning cock was consumed into the salaciously quivering opening, and he let her strain up to him for awhile, watching the complete abandon to her labors. God, it wouldn't be long now! The maddening pressure of Janey's virginal rectum was pushing all thoughts of revenge for her cock-teasing of the night before out of his mind, leaving him only with the hotly burning desire to rid himself of the aching ecstasy which now threatened to erupt from his tortured balls at any moment!
Janey gasped as Bill's renewed pile-driving thrusts reached her very womb, his flaming cock swelling to fill all of her burning rectum. It was a miracle, dispatching the maddening demons which had been threatening to drive her crazy with desire, and she licked and sucked shamelessly at the delectable cunt of her own mother, wanting to be fucked into eternity by this hairy cock up inside her most forbidden passage. She thrust her undulating loins back viciously against Bill as if she were an animal, and felt the tiny rivulets of moisture building in the crevice between her ass-cheeks. She sensed them dribbling down the sides of her soft inner thighs, the mounting pressure in her belly and cunt signaling that her excitement was rapidly nearing the point of orgasm...
Elaine had turned her head slightly, and could barely contain herself at the sight of her daughter being willingly sodomized by Bill Cutler. She looked down at Janey's sparsely-haired vaginal plane, its long pink slit trailing to where Bill's massive cock split it, its length pulsating in and out of her slippery anus, his hairy balls swinging below. She could see her child's hungrily working little nether lips clamping hotly around the surging penis, her beautiful moon-shaped buttocks swaying her enticing young pussy-flesh sparkling with her passionate droplets as they clung to her pubic curls.
As if Janey knew that the sight of her being sodomized by Bill was raising her mother to a fever pitch of excitement, the young daughter renewed her impassioned assault on Elaine's spasming genitals with increased fervor. The teenage girl sensed that she would reach the mind-blowing crescendo of her own orgasm within seconds, and she knew that she had to give her mother the same kind of experience that she herself was enjoying! With uncontained lust, the sucking girl lashed out with her tongue again, racing around Elaine's jerking clitoris and cuntal petals, reaching deeper to madly caress the wetly lubricated flesh of her mother's inner vagina. And the sudden flaring of Elaine's flowering cunt, the spastically squeezing and relaxing rhythm which her loins were following as if bewitched, convinced Janey that her mother was also going to cum at any moment.
But it was Jason Wynn, from his standing vantage point, who first succumbed to the erotically lewd sight of the four of them chained together in their perverse embrace.
"I'm ... I'm there! Suck me harder, baby! Suck me harder!"
Despite her quest for her own climax, Elaine sucked as never before while Jason's pummeling instrument fused with her liquid mouth, his fierce testicles bounding off her chin below. Then, as his climax rolled out from his balls like a bursting dam, Jason jerked his seething cock from her sucking lips, holding his huge red shaft about two inches away from her pleading mouth.
Before Elaine could protest, the burly man's penis spewed forth hot white sperm directly into her ovaled cavern, the thick creamy male seed streaming from his exploding cock-head to her waiting lips like milk from a cow, filling her open mouth. Elaine swallowed greedily, not wanting to lose a single drop of the deliciously lust-inciting fluid, her throat working rapidly in its attempt to keep up with the wild ejaculations.
Bull Cutler groaned at the obscene picture of the older man pumping out his boiling semen into the humiliated woman's face, and at the way the thin streamers of his sticky cum splashed her cheeks and nose and trickled down like splatters of paint The sight was too much for the young boy and he began to jerk convulsively and send his own boiling cum into her daughter's clasping rectum.
He thrust the last of his length into Janey's wide-stretched anus, and she felt his hot surge of seed spurt into her belly violently, ricocheting against her heated passage walls, its steaming heat seething off her own long overdue orgasm. She was there! At last! She moaned and moaned again, heaving her buttocks against Bill's wildly ejaculating penis as he continued to empty his throbbing testicles into her dilated anus, her brain shattering into a million reflective shards that dazzled her with pinwheels of internal light.
Janey's climax made her body contract as if in an epileptic fit, and the young teenage girl thrust her sucking mouth up violently into her mother's cunt with orgasmic frenzy. Elaine, her tingling vagina posed on the precipice of her orgasm, gurgled through her mouthful of Jason's sticky seed, suddenly without feeling of time or space and then fell, rapturously, completely, into the fiery pit of her own ecstasy. .
She heaved her thighs and vagina down on her daughter's vacuuming mouth, and began to squeal out her tremendous orgasm, shaking as if hit by bullets, thoroughly lost in her world of lusting release. She stared behind her in carnal fascination as her daughter's cunt flowered with thick white ooze as Janey milked and squeezed Bill's deflating penis with her contracting buttock muscles, the liquid bursting from the small hole in rivulets of sticky cum running down the quivering ivory columns of the girl's legs to puddle on the grass below.
Again and again Elaine was hit by the force of her cumming, as her daughter continued to nibble and suckle at her clutching vagina. It was wonderful ... they had all cum together ... all four of them! As the electric spasms in her body began slowly to diminish, the panting mother reached out her tongue to lick the last dribbling drops of semen from Jason's rapidly subsiding penis, reveling for one last time in the sweetly saline taste. And then, finally, she collapsed, allowing her daughter to do the same.
Janey's stomach was burning, and she thought with satisfaction that the cause was the blending of Bill's seed and Jason's from earlier in the day, all flowing in a swirling stream of abandoned carnal satiation. She moved over and wearily smiled up at her mother, who smiled back in return, and the daughter knew that there was no longer shame or remorse or the slightest binding restraint between them. And she saw that her mother's exhausted smiling face was mirroring her own determination to forge a new relationship built not only on trust, but on sexual honesty as well.
Janey's mother looked over to where Bill and Jason had fallen weakly on the ground, overcome by the sexual excesses of the day. She smiled wanly to herself, her body a mass of bruises and pain from the violence she'd been subjected to that day, and yet still satiated in a new and joyously different way. Then she reached out and took her daughter's hand, raising it to her lips and kissing it with infinite tenderness. They had been to the depths of despair and to the heights of rapture, and they had been there together. As one, the two females looked towards the two males realizing with one mind that they would both soon be leaving; Bill to go back to school, and Jason to go back to the city, once his construction job was completed. And yet neither would be sorry to see them go, in spite of the bliss they had provided them. No, they had each other now ... and as they gazed with tenderness into each other's eyes, they knew that they would have each other forever.
It was almost evening now, on the Chinooga River near Silverton, Arkansas. But it was only the dawn of a new and lasting love for Elaine and Janey Williams ... mother and daughter.
