Laura Moore looked at her handsome husband's reflection in the mirror, her heart showing in her eyes. She adored Ray, for he had changed her whole world. She had never dared dream that she could be this happy in the dark days when she'd lost Billy, but today her happy world would be complete.
The dark-haired young wife lolled in her bath, her mind trying to absorb all the ecstasy she was feeling. She looked at the rippling muscles of her husband's arms and back as he stood in his shorts, shaving.
"Ray, do you think ... Billy will forgive me?" she said, faint apprehension marring her pretty face.
Ray put his razor away and doused his face with water. He grabbed a towel and wiped his face, then splashed on some after-shave lotion before answering.
He turned his eyes downward, feasting them on the milk-white naked body of his wife in the bath. Glowing with love and pride, he looked at her soft swelling breasts, her flat, maidenly stomach, and the dark wet vee of her pubic hair where it made a shadow under the water. He knew he had been lucky to have finally convinced Laura that she should marry him. She'd had it so hard, struggling to make a living for herself and her daughter Lisa. It had been doubly heartbreaking for her, he knew, to have gone all those years without her son. But that would all change today.
He finally answered her question.
"Don't be silly, honey ... of course he'll forgive you. You did the best you could, and the Baylors were wonderful foster parents. Besides, give him a day with you and he'll love you with all his heart. I do, you know ... how could your own son fail to?"
"Imagine, thirteen years ..." Laura said dreamily. "Thirteen long years to make up for ..."
Her thoughts drifted back to that night in San Francisco when she had returned from the doctor's office. It was raining, she remembered, and cold, and she was about to have her baby. The baby was already almost a week overdue, according to her doctor's calculations. She remembered opening the door of the flat and hearing Lisa, only a year old, crying plaintively.
"Oh, God," she had cried out, "Bill ... did you give Lisa her bottle?" She ran into the small bedroom and to the crib where her infant daughter lay crying. She saw the note pinned to the crib, and her heart almost stopped.
Her husband was gone. And this time, she knew in her heart he would never come back. The gambling fever was too much in his blood for him to be tied to any one woman or a family. He had to be where the dice were rolling and the stake horses running.
Laura hadn't even been able to cry. She had to keep her courage now, with Lisa to care for and a new baby coming. She wondered how she could even earn enough for them to be fed.
When the nurse showed her their son, she cried. She called him Billy, after his father, but she never held him close to her breast or cuddled him or felt his sucking mouth on her nipple. The doctor had arranged for him to be given to foster parents in a small Missouri town. There was no other choice, as the doctor pointed out, and thinking more about her son's welfare than her own, Laura had agreed. It had been good, for the Baylors had loved and guided and cared for Billy far better than she could have, and she would be forever grateful to them.
But now, the moment of truth was at hand. Thirteen years had passed, and she and her son were strangers. She had managed, through hard work, to maintain herself and Lisa, and she had to admit it would have been too tough to handle if Billy had been there too. But it was all over now. Billy was coming home ... to his rightful mother, and to a wonderful man who would love him and be more than a father to him!
Ray knelt beside the tub, his eyes fastened on the firm swell of his wife's shapely young breasts bobbing above the water line, the rosy pointed nipples popping in and out of the water. His eyes drifted below the water to the beautifully tempting body, its creamy color-accented by the white of the marble tub.
"I want you to put all those years out of your mind, darling," Ray said with a tender smile. "It's a whole new ballgame now. The world is brand new for you!" His eyes shone with love as his hand moved to her wet breasts, his fingers caressing the soft mounds of flesh. "In a little while, Laura, Billy will be here, and we'll be a family. I'll take care of you for the rest of your life."
As she looked up into his handsome face, tears came to her eyes, but they were tears of love and joy welling up inside her. Her nipples were growing taut under his exciting touch, and she leaned up and kissed him eagerly, letting him know that she wanted him completely. They had made love that morning before getting up, but she wanted him again, and she could tell from his responsive tongue plunging warmly into her mouth, that he was as aroused again as she was.
The warm water added to the sensual feelings that were sweeping her naked body as Ray's hand crept down over her gently sloping belly and his fingers searched in among the dark wet strands of her pussy hair for the key to her passion. She gasped as his outstretched middle finger slid slowly and easily up inside the burning passage of her vagina, and the desire to feel this good, wonderful man again thrusting hard and thick inside her belly mounted rapidly toward a fever pitch.
Ray was so different from the weakling youth she had married almost fifteen years ago, when she was sixteen and pregnant with Lisa. Laura loved Ray in a thousand different ways than she had thought she loved Bill. She been such a child then, taking his careless and sometimes brutal treatment of her and thinking that that was all there was to love. Even after he'd left her, traces of that bittersweet relationship had tormented her.
But Ray Moore was so wonderful--all man, all masculinity and virility, yet with the gentleness of a puppy. At times, guilt tormented her, for she loved her new husband so totally, yet she wondered what she would do if she met Bill again.
The coming of young Billy to the household would change all that, she hoped. It had to. Soon, she would feel like a whole woman again, a mother and a lover.
As Ray's finger jiggled deep inside her tingling cunt, and his thumb rubbed insistently at her swelling clitoris, she flung her wet arms up around his broad shoulders. Her hips wriggled as his fingers aroused her loins to an alarming pitch of passion.
"Ray ... you're driving me crazy ... please!"
He was panting heavily as he removed his middle finger from the moist smooth flesh of his wife's vagina long enough for him to quickly strip, revealing his tanned, muscular body, his penis already rigid with desire. He bent over to pick up her dripping body, and carried her to the still rumpled king-size bed in the bedroom.
She lay there, gasping, her arms reaching out to pull him close. His eyes burned with passion as he hesitated over her voluptuous body. His massive blood-engorged penis stood up stiff and long, and she grasped it in one hand.
God, he thought, she's had so very little love, when she was made for only loving. His hungry gaze took in her tiny taut nipples, her smooth white thighs and the damp dark pubic hair that curled into an inviting "Vee" at the juncture of her loins. Her skin was glistening wet from the bath, and the muscular husband could scarcely refrain from loving her dry all over with his tongue.
Ray parted her long naked legs with his hands, revealing the pink wet mystery of her pussy to his lusting eyes. He'd never known anyone like her, and he silently vowed again that he would satisfy her forever as she had never been satisfied before he met her, in every area of her young life. Her soft wet vaginal slit seemed to beckon him on, and he grasped his rock-hard cock and moved forward eagerly on the bed between her willingly wide-held legs.
"Hurry, darling ... hurry ..." Laura gasped. In an instant, his hard strong body was covering hers, crushing her down into the springy mattress. She arched her torso up to meet him as he guided the rubbery head of his giant penis into the sanctuary of her pussy lips. She was panting in lusty anticipation of what was to come, every inch of her nerve-filled inner cunt wanting to feel his cock rubbing hotly against it.
She spread her legs farther apart as Ray began to push harder and more deeply into the tiny opening of her cunt. She loved the sensation as the hard swollen head penetrated the hungry depths of her vagina, the thick-veined shaft pressing hard against her quivering clitoris with each additional thrust.
She groaned in pleasure as Ray's cock filled her desire-moistened passage, stretching the pliant walls and pressing into the sensitive tip of her cervix that awaited its arrival so hungrily deep inside. Every time he made love to her, it thrilled and fulfilled her move. She'd never believed such body--and mind--pleasing sensations were possible. Never in all her lonely years of struggle to raise Lisa had Laura ever taken a lover. The experience with Billy had been too bitter. Not even Ray had possessed her before they were married.
After all those years without a man, her cunt had shrunk to almost virginal tightness, and it had taken a long time for the new bride to adjust to the monstrous dimensions of Ray's penis. Now that they had been married for several months, Laura had come to crave the overpowering pleasure that his powerful thickness gave her. She had felt guilty at first, about wanting so much sex, but she had come to know that Ray was as hungry for her as she was for him. And it hadn't taken her long to become a complete wanton in bed, willing and instantly ready to try anything that her loving spouse desired.
Ray began to gasp as he felt the warm, resilient walls of Laura's cunt grasp at his throbbing hot cock. She always aroused him to the point of losing control, when he wanted to give her pleasure first, before he had his orgasm. He paused for a moment, kissing her opened mouth, rubbing his hands over her sensitive flesh. He wanted to enjoy her tight little pussy to the fullest, and when he resumed, he knew that she was ready to go all the way. Laura lay with passion-glazed eyes, gasping her joy. His cock filled her so completely that she half expected it would rise into her throat at any second. Her head was held captive as he kissed her ears and her eyes, then plunged his tongue deep into her welcoming mouth, and her belly seemed to be filling with molten lava as her clitoris began to dance under his expert finger-motions. She began to roll her hips beneath his plundering loins, and, then she spread her legs and locked them around the backs of Ray's muscular thighs. Gaining leverage in her new position, she lunged eagerly upward to meet every heavy downward thrust of his cock, wanting every last bit of his lust-quenching hardness deep inside her steaming cunt.
Moaning aloud and gyrating her pelvis, the panting brunette was suddenly a mass of writhing female flesh, arms and legs trembling, her torso pushing hard and quick to meet her husband's plunging, pole-like cock. She knew that he could make her cum many times, and she let herself go, abandoning control, feeling the surging electricity of her first orgasm just beginning.
Ray was even further excited by the knowledge that he could arouse his wife so thoroughly, and he was proud that he could bring her to her climax many times during each lovemaking session. But he knew that he couldn't stay his own cum for very much longer. Laura was something else today, and he knew it was because she was so happy and excited at the imminent reunion with her son, now only hours away.
As he felt her vagina begin spasming feverishly around his pistoning cock, Ray slammed into her hard and deep and held it there, grunting as he felt semen churning in his aching testicles.
Laura had relinquished all control. She just let her sensitive pussy seem to direct her wildly thrashing body. "Ooooohhh ... Ray." she moaned, her dark head rolling from side to side with her consummate pleasure. Ray was again shoving his immense cock in and out of her cunt with almost brutal force, and sweat was rolling off her forehead. He knew that there were no tormenting doubts about the past left in Laura now. She was giving her entire being to the pleasure that their locked bodies provided, the pleasure of the present ... and the future.
"I've got to cum ..." Ray gasped. He could already feel the bubbling in his loins that warned of impending ejaculation. His balls felt as if they would explode if he didn't release the semen forming, and he too, let his passions take over and rule his body.
Laura's mind was a whirl of unabating pleasure. Her teenage son coming home ... her daughter growing into a lovely young woman, and this, the greatest man in the world, the sexiest, most exciting lover on earth ... all hers!
She felt as if he were taking her, shattering her to pieces, but each tiny piece screamed and undulated with pleasure as she moaned happily, "Ray, Ray, darling it's so good, so wonderful, fuck me ... fuck me ..."
"It's only the beginning, Laura honey," Ray managed to gasp, "You haven't begun to taste my love yet!"
Laura was spewing out unintelligible words of joy as she felt the first wave of a giant second orgasm sweeping through her loins. The marvelous sensation spread through her body like wildfire, banishing every other thought from her mind except how wonderfully happy she was, and now her husband was promising her even more and greater happiness.
Ray was hammering his bursting cock into his wife's cunt with merciless force, and she loved it! He began to move more rapidly and she felt the gush of his hot cum splash into her hungry pussy. Her clitoris was afire, and the flames were spreading throughout her entire being. She grabbed his hair and pulled his mouth to hers, sucking his tongue hungrily inside, nibbling at it and battling it with her own lashing tongue.
Their groans combined in a crescendo of passion and fulfillment, as he spilled his full load of sperm far up into her burning young cunt, and at last, collapsed atop her, his mouth still locked over hers. The husband and wife lay side by side on the bed for long quiet moments, bathing in the soothing afterglow of total sensual gratification, each marveling at the depths of the love they felt for the other.
* * *
Two hours later, Laura stood on the porch waving goodbye to Ray as he left on one of his frequent business trips--this one to one of his factories in Oregon. She had donned only a robe, and could still feel the burning touch of his lips on her breasts as he had kissed her goodbye inside the house.
As she watched his car disappear, the young brunette went inside and stood staring around her lovely home, still hardly able to believe that all this was now hers. And in another two hours, her son would be arriving!
Laura went back upstairs to get ready for the big event, taking special pains with her attire and her makeup. She wanted to be an especially pleasing and pretty mother for Billy, so pleasing that he would never again want to be away from her, nor ever again know the loneliness of a mother who had deserted him.
Chapter 2
Billy looked out the train window at the two people who had been the central figures in his young life. The Baylors had been Father and Mother to him since he was born, and he felt a strange pang of emptiness in his heart as he watched them waving goodbye as the train started to move out of the station.
Ethel and Bert Baylor were both crying, and tears formed in Billy's eyes as they disappeared from his view. But in a few moments he composed himself and turned his thoughts to the new life he faced with his natural mother. It was as if he were launching into a new and exciting adventure, and he felt as if he had suddenly become a man, ready to tackle life.
His real mother and a sister! A new home. A new life! He wondered if his mother were as beautiful as he imagined her. He had asked Ma Baylor a hundred times about her--what she looked like, what kind of personality she had, and a hundred other details about the mother he'd never met. He was sure she would be beautiful, soft and kind, an angel on earth. Ma Baylor hadn't told him much except that his mother had dark hair and was petite and pretty, because that was about all the Baylors really knew about Laura Moore.
But Billy had conjured up an image of his mother, that made her a shining, vivacious, lovable creature. He had always dreamed of the day when he would meet her, and now it was here. He had thought of her wishfully every night, after he and Ma Baylor had had that nasty scene.
The sandy-haired thirteen-year-old stared at the scenery flashing by as the train picked up speed, and his mind lapsed back to the Saturday it had happened. Ma Baylor had gone shopping and Pa Baylor had gone to a ballgame. Billy was in the bathroom playing his new game--the game that had almost overnight become his favorite pastime. It felt so good when he played with himself, so good that he saw no reason not to do it often. And though he felt a vague guilt afterwards, he pushed it aside, for he felt too good while he was doing it to ever give it up.
The boys at school had made jokes about his "jerking off", but they didn't make sense to Billy. What it had to do with "fucking" and "balling" and "screwing chicks", he was not sure. He wanted to know, however, and he sensed that someday he would. Pa Baylor had taught him sternly that he was to respect all women and never do anything to a girl that she didn't want him to. He never did go into details as to what this vague "doing something to a girl" was, and Billy had spent many a long hour wondering just what could be done to a girl that she might not like. And--as often as he could, he experimented with his new game--usually in the bathroom, but often while he was in bed, late at night.
This Saturday, though, he hadn't bothered to lock the bathroom door, for he was positive his foster parents would be out for some time. He remembered how good it felt to take his soft young cock into his hand and caress it until it grew rigid, then rub his hand up and down as the delicious friction sent wonderful sensations through the slender shaft and upward into his whole body. Faster and faster his hand moved, his breath coming hard as he approached that magical moment, and his eyes hazed over with pleasure and lust as his mind filled with the joy that was emanating from his loins.
He was possessed by a need to experience that burning, all-encompassing sensation of fulfillment as his brow broke out in beads of sweat. The images in his mind took shape and became a woman's breasts, a soft body, an arm that hugged him close in love and a voice whispered in his ear--the voice of the tall, willowy angel who visited him every night in his dreams.
Sometimes, he would know afterwards that it had been his mother, but now, as he worked frantically to cum, he did not try to match the woman's body to any living creature. But as he felt the sperm begin to bubble up inside his balls and force upward, he murmured pathetically, "Oh, Mommy ... Mommy, darling." He was not even aware that he was speaking aloud as he exploded into that delicious world where his body became a living flame of lust.
It was at this precise moment, as the milk white semen shot from his penis to cover his hand, that Ma Baylor entered the bathroom. Her face went white, then red with anger as Billy awkwardly tried to stuff his still-hard penis back inside his cum-smeared pants.
She had marched him into the living room and had given him a stern lecture on the evils of sin--which she considered masturbation to be--and the dire consequences he would suffer if he continued to "play with himself". She had warned that his growth would be stunted, that he would not be able to have children when he married, and that he might go crazy at any moment from his shameful "self-abuse".
Billy had been terrified, but not terrified enough to prevent him from enjoying the forbidden pleasure once again only a few hours later. But it had bothered him immensely, and took a little bit of the excitement and joy from the act, as his mind wrestled with the possibilities of disaster as opposed to the exquisite pleasure he felt. As the days passed, Billy became defiant in his masturbation, and he felt a strange power as he played with his cock, as if he had won a great battle with Ma Baylor.
But now, all that was past. He would no longer have to sneak around under Ma Baylor's suspicious eyes, or listen to her continuing warnings about playing with himself. No one would barge into his bedroom trying to catch him in the act, or forbid him to lock the bathroom door--for he would be loved by his real mother who would treat him like a man.
He would soon be where he belonged, in his own home, with his real mother and sister, and free to do at least as he wished with his own body.
As he anticipated this new and wonderful world, Billy began to doze off, and he was mildly surprised to find that just before he went to sleep, his cock was stiff and erect!
Chapter 3
Billy had only a handbag filled with his collection of marbles, and odds and ends that had appealed to him over the years. His mother had insisted that she would buy him entirely new clothes when he arrived, so he was free to run unencumbered to the head of the line when the train pulled into the station.
He found that his heart was beating wildly as he stepped down from the train and looked about him, peering into the faces of the many people who had gathered to meet loved ones. Where was she? He was positive that he would know her in any crowd, so vivid had her image become in his mind.
Sudden fear gripped the nervous teenager. What if she didn't show up? What if it had all been a terrible mistake? He felt panic as he envisioned himself being sent back to his foster parents' house.
He saw no one who even resembled the beautiful woman in his dreams, and his heart sank. He was almost ready to cry when he spotted two dark-eyed women pushing their way through the crowd and hurrying toward him. As they came closer, he saw that one was only a girl, and the other--she had to be his mother! No one else could be so beautiful! He ran towards her with outstretched arms and Laura crushed him to her bosom, hugging and kissing him, as tears of joy flooded her eyes. Each of them felt the supreme thrill of having a dream come true. Laura's life felt full. She was a full woman at last.
Young Lisa stood nearby, watching them. Her own eyes were misty as she looked at the brother she had never known. She saw a light of joy in his eyes that matched that in her mother's, and her heart swelled with happiness and pride. Billy looked like her mother. His hair was lighter, but he had the same wide-spaced brown eyes, the strong chin, and full lips. He was a handsome young boy, Lisa thought. She did not resemble her mother to anywhere near the degree that Billy did. Lisa had blonde hair, like her father, and only her sensually full mouth resembled that of her mother and brother.
Laura released her tight grip on Billy and tried to introduce him to his sister, but the words were choked by her happiness. But each knew who the other was, and Lisa held out her arms to Billy, who hugged and kissed her eagerly. Tears welled again in Laura's eyes, and utter happiness at seeing both her children locked in one another's arms at last brought sobs of delight to their mother's throat.
They finally broke the hug and she and Lisa stood back, sizing Billy up, their faces glowing with affection.
Strange thoughts were running through Laura's mind. She had not expected Billy to be so big--so manly and mature. The thought suddenly flashed across her mind that he would soon be a man, and she would lose him again! But she pushed the thought from her mind. He was here now, and they had good years ahead of them.
But, God--he reminded her so much of his father in a way that Laura didn't like at all! It was unsettling for Laura, because she still had fears that her attraction to her former husband was not completely gone.
Billy was entranced by the odor of his mother's perfume. He could smell faint traces of it as he sat in the back seat with his sister, and their mother drove. His head spun as he realized that the woman who was his mother far exceeded even his wildest dreams. She was enchanting, beautiful and sweet--and he was to spend the rest of his life with her.
Lisa, in turn, seemed fascinated by Billy. She held his hand and smiled softly at him each time their eyes met as the car wound through the thinning suburbs and to the big house that stood alone on acres of grounds. Billy's eyes grew wide at the affluence of the world he was now entering. The place was a mansion, surrounded by beautiful trees and shrubbery. His mother had married a rich man, and now this life was to be his too!
Laura had chatted steadily as she drove, telling Billy how she had missed him, explaining awkwardly why she hadn't been able to keep him with her all those years and finally saying, "Everything will make up for it, Billy, darling. We're together now, and Ray will take good care of all of us. He'll love you as we do!"
Billy's thoughts went to his new father and he wondered what the man his mom had married would be like. After all, they were total strangers. For an instant, he wondered why it couldn't just be the three of them, without Ray. He already knew that his sister and his mother wanted him and loved him. What if Ray didn't?
But as his mother led him inside the house, his fears vanished. The place exuded a welcoming hominess. It was a grand, plush place, yet there was an aura of love and understanding that seemed to be built into it. He shook his head in awe. "This is really something. It's beautiful," he said softly. He wondered if he could fit into its grandness, and he vowed he would try with all his might.
"Lisa, take Billy upstairs and show him his room," Laura said. "He must be famished and it's a long time until dinner. I'll fix us some snacks."
Billy followed Lisa up the steps, noting the nicely shaped legs and fanny that his fourteen-year-old sister displayed. She was almost a woman, he thought as he found himself wondering guiltily how her body would look naked. At the head of the stairs, Lisa turned left and down a long hall. Another hall led off to the right, and as she turned a soft smile on him, Lisa said, "This is our section of the house, Billy. Mom and Dad live on the other hallway."
She pointed to the far door and said, "That's my room--right next to yours. And here's your room." She opened the door and led him inside, taking his hand and squeezing it. It was a huge room, with a large double bed and a dresser, a chest of drawers, a large full-length mirror, shelves for books and knickknacks, and even his own bathroom!
"You'll like it, Billy," Lisa said enthusiastically. "And in the drawers you'll find all the things you'll need--underwear, socks, jeans. Mom wants to take you out and buy you some clothes and suits and stuff, as soon as you're ready. Mrs. Baylor gave us your sizes, but Mom knew you'd want to pick some of your clothes yourself. Oh, she did get you one sport jacket, and two sweaters and some slacks--look in the closet!"
As he looked at the expensive clothes on the rack, Billy gulped and turned to Lisa. Her blue eyes smiled happily back at him. "Is Mommy rich now?" Billy gasped.
"Well, Ray has a lot of money, I suppose. He owns some factories, and he's away a lot taking care of them. But when he's home, he's a lot of fun. You'll like him, and I know he'll like you. And most of all, he's utterly mad over Mom." Her smile made her little nose crinkle, and Billy noticed that she had freckles on it, and on her forehead. They added a little-girl look to her, despite her fast-blossoming body. His eyes stole to her breasts. They stood out proudly, seeming to be trying to burst through the confinement of her sweater.
"And that's the most important thing," Lisa chattered on, "because Mom had it so hard for so long, and now she won't ever have a worry again." The young blonde moved to the door and said, "Wash up and then come on down and have something to eat. Hope you like the room!" She closed the door behind her, leaving Billy to look about him in grateful awe.
He ran his fingers over the rich-looking paisley patterned wallpaper, took another look at his new clothes in the closet, and then went into the bathroom and washed his hands and face and combed his hair neatly. He wasn't sure whether or not he should put on fresh clothes, and he suddenly felt almost lost in his new surroundings.
* * *
The three of them became better acquainted over dinner, and then Billy retired to his room to think about things. Lying on his back on the bed, he stared into the future and wondered at his great good fortune. He had undressed and showered and put on a pair of blue pajamas, and he was lying on top of the covers, just pondering his strange life, when his mother knocked and entered the room.
He scrambled up quickly, somewhat taken aback by her beauty and the smell of her perfume.
"Find everything you need, darling?" Laura asked, her beautiful face made even more so by her loving smile.
"Oh, yes ... everything is so ... so clean and perfect," Billy replied.
Laura walked over to him and put her arms about him. "I'm so thrilled to have you home," she said, kissing him lightly on the cheek. She stood back a bit and looked at him. "My, you're growing tall. I'll have to stand on tiptoes to kiss you, soon."
Billy reddened as his eyes roved his mother's petite, shapely body. She had let down her long, dark hair, and the scent of her loveliness was making his head reel. He suddenly wanted to grab her in his arms, feel her alive against his body, as he had in his dreams, but he fought down the terrible urge.
"I want to thank you so much, Mother," Billy muttered. "I ... well, it's like a dream come true."
She hugged him quickly, and for a minute he felt her breasts pressing warmly against his chest. "Don't, Billy ... I'm the one who is thankful ... I've loved and missed you so. Now, you must be tired. Goodnight, dear Billy." Laura moved away and paused at the door to blow him a kiss as she opened the door and left, closing it behind her.
Billy slouched on the bed, unable to throw off the exotic effect his mother's body had had on him. He finally got under the covers, feeling good as he felt the smooth, sweet-smelling sheets against his body. He turned off the bedside lamp and was just relaxing into a sleepy mood when he suddenly heard a noise. It sounded like a moan of pain, and he listened breathlessly. Finally, he decided it had been his imagination. But it came again, this time louder and more prolonged, and the source seemed to be the adjoining room where Lisa slept.
He rose and stood listening quietly. "Oooohhhh ..." the moan sounded like a wail of anguish, and thoughts of ghosts and devils flashed across the young teenager's mind. Instantly, he thought of all the terrible things Ma Baylor had warned him would happen if he continued to masturbate, and he wondered if he might be going crazy. Guiltily, he remembered his frantic promise to her: "I won't ever do it any more!" and only an hour later he was doing it again.
A shiver ran over his body as he listened. He turned on the light and peered all about the room, but saw nothing that could have made the eerie sound. Then it came again, and he pinpointed it as definitely coming from Lisa's room! He put his ear against the wall that separated their rooms, an uneasy panic forming as he wondered if something awful could be happening to his newfound sister. She might be hurt, and need help, or something. But as he listened to the low moans that were coming through the wall, he suddenly realized that they were not cries of pain or fear, but moans of pleasure! Just like his own moans when he was jerking off!
He pressed his ear still closer, and his hand beside his head suddenly pierced the wallpaper, revealing a small hole that seemed to go through to the other side of the wall. The tiny hole was in the center of one of the circular patterns, and hardly discernible. Putting his eye to the hole, Billy peered through and found himself looking directly into Lisa's bedroom. Her light was on, and he could see her bed clearly, with her lying on it. Sweat beads formed on his brow as he saw that she was totally naked.
Billy ran over and quickly doused his light, and started to get into bed, but his curiosity soon overcame his shock and he went back to the hole in the wall and put his eye to it again. He heard her moaning again, "Ooohhhh ... God ... ooohhhhh ..." His flesh quivered as he saw what Lisa was doing. His pretty blonde sister lay writhing on her bed, one of her hands resting on the sparse hair-covered mound between her slender widespread legs. The other hand rested on the small twin mounds of her creamy breasts, alternately caressing first one rosy nipple, then the other.
Her whole body seemed to be responding to the lewd self-arousal. One of her long fingers was sunk inside the wet pink slit of her pussy, rubbing madly back and forth over the nub of clitoral flesh that was the seat of her sexual pleasure. And, as her finger found and massaged the swollen bud, her lower body writhed with increasing pleasure, her buttocks raising up after the exploring finger as if it belonged to a stranger. Her moans increased in intensity, and her legs scissored even wider apart as her finger moved lower and began worming its way knuckle by knuckle up into the tiny soft passage of her virginal cunt.
"Oh ... yesss oh ... God!" she gasped, as Billy kept his eye glued to the peephole. He could almost reach out and touch her, he thought excitedly. My own sister! Billy had never seen a girl without any clothes on, and the sight of Lisa's tender white flesh had an overwhelming effect on the easily aroused teenager. His mouth was opened as he sucked in huge gasps of air. He had never felt so electrified and thrilled in his life! To think that a girl's body could be so beautiful--so exciting to the senses!
Lisa was only a year older than he ... that made her fourteen, and yet she had the body of a woman. Before, when he had tried to envision what his sister looked like, he had never thought of her this way playing with her breasts and her pussy the way he played with his prick--and moaning with delight. The thought came to him that she was only doing the same thing that he had been so berated for, but in a female manner. It shocked him, for he had never dreamed that a girl would play with herself.
Billy looked closely at the enticing mound between her legs, and at the damp opening where now two fingers were sawing in and out of the soft-looking blonde fuzz. Suddenly he had a powerful desire to be in the same room, to touch her there to find out how her pussy was shaped ... and to feel for himself how different she felt from him down there!
Lisa's face was distorted with ecstasy. Her small pink tongue lolled wetly about her lips as she moaned beneath her own touch. Her two slender fingers went even deeper into her hungering pussy and her movements became more rapid as Billy watched her manipulate the soft wet fleshy folds of her virgin cunt.
"Oh Lord," Lisa groaned, "yesssss ... yesssssss ..." Her buttocks were rotating crazily on the bed now, her breathing audible to her eavesdropping brother, her eyes glazed with lust. Billy leaned forward and tried to tear his eyes away from the illicit sight, but he couldn't. He didn't want to see the obscene spectacle of his sister playing with her pussy so lewdly, and he didn't want to have the feelings that the sight inspired in him. He was fascinated by her body, yet repelled at the thought of what he was thinking, while watching his own sister finger-fucking herself. But he understood her deep, overpowering pleasure, in a vague way, for he too felt it when he masturbated. And Lisa was obviously in great pleasure. Billy became suddenly aware that his own cock was hard and erect in his pajamas, and that he had been stroking it gently, without even being aware of it. He just couldn't help himself. Thrusting his hand into his fly, he grasped the shaft of swollen boy-flesh and began to move his hand up and down. He almost forgot who Lisa was, so exciting was the sight of her lush naked body. He began to work his hand faster to massage his cock, as Lisa bucked wildly and groaned, "Oh, that's good ... so good ..."
Her long blonde hair flopped wildly about as she rolled her head from side to side on the pillow. She's so beautiful! Billy thought, as he pumped away at his burgeoning penis and let his eyes feast on the beautiful young girl that was so revealed to him.
He watched in fascination as Lisa's two fingers pushed deeper into her freely seeping pussy, her free hand massaging the fleshy little bud that was now hard and erect above the opening to her vagina. Her body began to jerk violently, as if she had received an electric shock; her legs opened and closed at a crazy tempo as her thighs quivered and her hips rolled circularly on the mattress. She gasped and groaned in pleasure as her fingers scrounged hotly in the mysterious softness of her cunt, and as she neared orgasm, her lips bared back and her teeth clenched tightly, as if to cut off her screams of ecstasy.
Billy was sweating, and he knew that he too had to have a climax soon or he would faint. The sight of Lisa in such lustful ecstasy was too much for him.
But even if Lisa had known her brother was watching, it wouldn't have mattered. She was beyond the point of control. Her body jerked insanely as her fingers flew in and out of her cunt, and Billy could hear her anguished moans as she ended in a flurry of wildly uncoordinated movements, then with a huge groan, she collapsed into a heap of quivering flesh. The incongruous vision of his mother, naked, flashed across the boy's impressionable mind, and Billy spread his legs, rubbing his hand madly up and down the length of his aching penile shaft, as he realized that if Lisa looked like this, so must his mother. He knew now that the beautiful angel in his dreams had always been his mother--but now, there were two of them in his life.
As the semen began to bubble up inside his testicles, demanding release, he realized that it wasn't his hand that was causing the wonderful excitement--it was the idea of Lisa's buttery cunt as he ground his bursting cock into it! He kept his eye on the wet, wide-open pussy of his sister as the boiling sperm spurted from his overcharged penis. I could fit into her cunt! he thought crazily. I could make her feel as good as she made herself feel with her fingers! He could just feel his young hard cock entering her cunt, and the vision made him nearly topple over as gush after violent gush of his cum shot from the tip of his cock. "Oooooh ... Lisa ... Oh ... do it to me ...!" He was hardly aware that he had voiced the words, and later, he wondered if Lisa could have heard them.
The blood was hammering in his head and he felt faint as the lewd dream continued. He was on top of his sister, pushing his cock into her wonderful cunt, and Lisa was moaning with the pleasure of it ... begging him to fuck her harder! His whole body seemed afire. His head was light. He had never known such exquisite pleasure in his life!
As the last drops of cum dribbled from the teenager's spent cock, Billy fell to his knees by the peephole, too weak to move. It was a long time before he managed to walk to the bathroom and wash his sticky hand and cock, and then he splashed cold water on his face.
He had found something that was staggering. He had found a home, where the two most fascinating women in the world lived! And both of them loved him!
Chapter 4
Laura Moore was the happiest woman in the world as she looked at her son sitting across from her at the breakfast table, sipping at his orange juice. She was glad, in a way, that her new husband had been called away on business, for it gave her a better chance to become acquainted with Billy, and it also gave him a chance to become accustomed to his new life with her.
"Sunny side up?" she asked Billy as she took eggs from a carton.
"That's my favorite way," Billy replied. He fidgeted nervously with his napkin, feeling apprehensive about facing Lisa when she came down for breakfast. He could hardly believe that he had seen her acting so lustfully last night, and he wondered how he could hide his guilt at having spied, and at having masturbated while imagining he was fucking her. Even now, he felt guilty about the way he could not keep his eyes off his mother's enticing body. She had a pair of tight slacks on and a bright-colored blouse, and when she moved, he could see her buttocks jiggle in a way that caused his cock to jump. He tried to put her out of his mind, but she was there, and she had a beautiful body--as beautiful as Lisa's, he imagined.
He knew he shouldn't have peeped at Lisa last night, and that he shouldn't be watching his mother's body now. And he was becoming very confused as his mind searched for some excuse for his uncontrollable actions, for his ecstasy during masturbation because of his desire for his sister ... and his mom!
Laura put his eggs on his plate and sat it before him, running her hand through his sandy hair. "Don't look so serious, Billy," she said with a little laugh. "If anything isn't right, please let me know. You know this is your home, too, now."
He managed a weak smile. "Nothing is wrong ... honest. I guess I didn't sleep too good ... it was all so new and different. But I'll settle down real quick."
His mother sat across from him and sipped at a cup of coffee. As he ate, Billy wished that he could find the answer to his problem by simply confiding in his mother, but he'd die before he would expose Lisa's lust and his own shameful spying. How could he face Lisa? Maybe he was as evil as Ma Baylor had said he was. Maybe it had been a mistake, coming home.
"Good morning!" Lisa sang merrily from the doorway. Her face glowed and her brown eyes danced. She walked over and kissed her mother on the cheek, then came around the table and planted a warm kiss on Billy's cheek.
"I'll fix my own eggs, Mom. You chat with Billy. After all, I'm a big sister now ... almost grown up."
"Yes," Laura said wistfully, "both of you are almost grown-ups."
Billy had blushed when Lisa had kissed him, but now he stared at her open-mouthed. Had he really seen her last night, or had it been a dream? Was it really the same person? She looked so sweet and pretty, nothing like the wantonly moaning and writhing girl on the bed last night. She looked as if a lewd thought had never entered her mind.
Billy suddenly felt like running and hiding. He had never been so confused. He was here with his mother and sister, whom he loved and who he knew loved him, but his mind was filled with obscene ideas. He felt a need to be punished for even entertaining such thoughts. Maybe Ma Baylor was right. Maybe he had played with his penis too much, and had gone crazy. Maybe, in his craziness, he had only imagined all those things last night!
* * *
Billy was almost asleep. It had been a wonderful day. They had walked in the woods, then Laura had taken them to the zoo in town, and they had eaten lunch at a rustic old inn. Then the three of them had played badminton--something entirely new to Billy, but he had enjoyed it immensely. Dinner had been delicious, and after watching TV for a couple of hours, he was ready for bed. He had taken a slow, relaxing bath, and his mother had called goodnight through the closed door. He'd been afraid she was coming into the bathroom and had covered his penis with a washcloth, but Laura had respected his privacy and told him she knew he must be tired.
Now, he was reliving the day in his mind. He felt secure. His mom and sister had driven all his fears away with their love and thoughtfulness. He was home, where he belonged. He was just dozing off when he heard the now familiar "Oooohhh ... Lord ... it's so good ..." and he sat bolt upright in bed. His heart began to pound, and the sound pierced his soul. He wondered if he were going through some monstrous, nightmarish ordeal that he was destined to endure every night of his life. Thoughts of the night before flashed across his mind--Lisa, naked, using her fingers to drive herself to heights of lewd ecstasy--and he saw the pinpoint of light that came through the small hole in the wall. He should have covered it, he thought, but he had forgotten. His mind had been too filled with the cock-stirring sight on the other side of the wall.
He tried to tell himself that tonight he wouldn't look ... it was dirty and it was wrong. His own sister! But even while he was battling himself, he began to climb out of bed. The body in the next room had a fascination that he could not overcome. Time seemed to drag as he walked across his room toward the peephole in the wall. He just had to look at the obscene acts. In his mind and heart, there was no other choice. Billy tried to tell himself that he wouldn't be a part of this, but it didn't work. The magnetism of his sister's naked body was far too much for his immature emotions to cope with. Thoughts of the delicious night before dominated his thinking as he heard the repeated moans and stared at the pinpoint of light coming through the wall. It was just too much for him to battle, and he finally surrendered completely.
He tried to ready himself for what he knew he would see, but when he pressed his face against the wall and peered into his sister's room, he was still shocked at the scene.
Lisa was on the bed again, her legs spread open, as she had been the night before, but now she had a hairbrush in her hands! Billy couldn't believe it. He wondered what she could possibly do with a brush that was exciting, but Lisa was quick to show him. She grasped the brush by the bristles and lowered the thick brown handle to the tight, pink slit between her widespread legs. Her lips moved hungrily--her pink tongue circling them, and her other hand went to her pussy, opening it wide with her fingers so that she could run the smooth rosewood handle up and down along her flowering pussy flesh. Billy could see the handle as it pressed first against her swollen clitoris, and her gasps made his cock begin to jerk with desire. Lisa strained her thigh muscles as she spread her legs even wider to get more feeling from the sleek, caressing brush-handle, and as it contacted her passion-flushed love-bud, she moaned aloud.
"Oh, oh ... oh ..." she cried, pulling the brush handle back and forth along her glistening pussy, the motion increasing in rapidity as the heat in her loins increased. Billy could see perfectly the soft little hair-lined opening of her cunt as the blunt tip of the brush moved up and down over it, moving easily in the wetness of his sister's cuntal flesh like a hard brown cock.
Billy was surprised to hear himself groaning, and he felt hot all over. Lisa was too much--far too much! Yet, he watched as she began to writhe in naked joy, bucking her body upward to meet the pistoning brush handle, her inner passion showing in the hot flush of her cheeks and breasts. "Oh, God ... I can't stand it!" She groaned as the knobby head of the brush handle sank suddenly deep into her tight vaginal passage.
Almost without realizing he was doing it, Billy began to stroke his hand along his already hardened cock, and so hot had he become that he soon started jerking it madly, unable to wait long for that wonderful thrill of release that would come with ejaculation. His eyes glazed with teenage lust and his breath came in gasps as his eyes riveted on the lewd view of his sister's luscious pussy being violated so brutally by the brush handle. In seconds, he felt the sperm shoot from his bloated cock-head, and he sank to his knees with a groan of lusty fulfillment, his whole body given over to the overpowering sensation of orgasm.
* * *
After that, watching his sister masturbate became a nightly ritual for the young boy. And each night, Lisa seemed to become more and more aroused and more violent in her writhings as she masturbated herself, sometimes with the hair-brush handle, sometimes with her fingers. She thrashed wildly about, exposing her lust-maddened pussy to her spying brother. And each time, she prolonged her session, and Billy rapidly learned to masturbate to climax as many as three times nightly. Sometimes, after he had finished and had gotten into bed, he could hear her moaning in pleasure, long into the night.
But during the day, not a sign of the obscene nighttime acts ever showed. The routine had become almost automatic for Billy. He would take his bath, kiss his mother goodnight, then lie in bed, waiting for the sounds from Lisa's room to begin. Then he would crawl to the wall and press his eye to the small peephole, getting there quick enough sometimes to watch her undress and spread her body on the bed, where she began to lewdly tease and caress her breasts and then her cunt. The firm white moons of her buttocks bounced provocatively as she reared and bucked, while her fingers plunged deep into her hot moist pussy. Billy began to live for the nights, when his secret world became a living dream of pleasant, fulfilling lust.
Then one night, he didn't hear the usual sounds from Lisa's room, and he wondered what had happened. Had she tired of the sex game? He felt a vague disappointment, but just as he was falling asleep, feeling somewhat guilty at his own disappointment, he heard the sound of shuffling feet and hoarse whispers, and it was coming from Lisa's room! He sped to the wall and applied his eye to the hole. Bright moonlight lit Lisa's room from the window, making the figures and shapes inside it appear as shadows.
He peered closely, trying to identify the silhouettes. It seemed to be Lisa and a man. But how had a man managed to get into her room? Had he come in through the window? He watched the shadows as they stood close together near her bed, and the whispers became more discernible.
"You're so young and exciting," the man was saying in a husky tone. He cupped her face in his hands and kissed her lips. Then his hands roved her lovely, little-girl body in all its enticing nakedness. Eagerly he massaged her pert breasts and rubbed her curved buttocks, and Billy heard his husky whisper: "You are so lovely ... so beautiful and sweet ..." Billy heard her expel her breath in a long sigh, and he thought he saw her body shiver. Then the man took her hand and put it on his huge, erect penis. Lisa held it for a moment, then began to stroke her hand up and down its rigid length.
Billy's mind was whirling. What was happening? His own body was trembling with excitement as he watched his sister play with the cock of the stranger in her room. The man's hands were caressing every intimate part of her body that he could reach, tweaking her nipples, then running a finger down along her cunt and into the crack between her lovely tight-mooned buttocks. He made little movements with his hips so that his cock shoved deeper into Lisa's caressing hands, and at times, it touched her bare belly.
He kissed her opened mouth wetly, and Lisa moaned with lustful pleasure. He bent and his lips went to her breast, and Billy heard him sucking noisily at the nipple. He nibbled at the rubbery nubs of taut flesh until Lisa groaned in joyous pain. She was becoming more excited with each lewd move the man made, moving her hips now, pushing her body up against the hardened shaft of flesh that stood out so boldly from the man's hairy loins. His hands circled her waist to grasp her buttocks, cupping the mounds of flesh firmly and pulling her cunt in closer to his hungry body.
Then suddenly the man dropped to his knees before Billy's fourteen-year-old sister, arms wrapped about her legs. His mouth moved hotly down over her curved little stomach, leaving a lewd wet trail, and she shuddered visibly with the thrill it gave her. She appeared to swoon as his tongue probed the cavity of her navel, his teeth nibbling at her yielding flesh, and as he moved his lips downward into the sparse pubic hair that covered her youthful pussy, she gasped and moaned, loud enough for Billy to hear. She trembled as his hand went to the sensitive inner thigh and onward to stroke the underside of her tightly rounded ass-cheeks.
The man was gasping heavily, and his big hand was moving slowly toward the desire-wet crevice between her legs. She cried out "Ooooohhhh ...!" as two of his fingers slid slowly up into her cunt and began to move eagerly inside her virginal slit. His breath came in rasping gasps. Lisa was obviously on fire with emotion, her whole body moving as if by the force of the hand inside her cunt, as if she were a musical instrument that was being manipulated by a master. She pushed down against the lewdly impaling fingers, then rose upward on her toes, and almost in a faint, fell against the man's shadowy kneeling figure.
His voice was slurred with desire and lust as he muttered, "My hot little baby bitch ... my sweet cunt! Fuck up and down on my fingers ... fuck my hand!"
Billy's cock was hard as a rock as he pumped away at it almost without thinking. His lips were wet with saliva as he watched his sister skewering up and down on the man's piercing fingers, and his young eyes were fogged with lust. He wished that he were in the other room with Lisa, and that he were doing what that man was doing. He knew he could do it, if he ever got the chance, and please his sister as much as the strange man was doing.
He watched as the man began to run his tongue along her naked flesh at the juncture of her loins, removing his finger from inside her pussy and used his fingers of both hands to spread the lips of her cunt. His tongue darted quickly inside, bringing wild gasps from Lisa's parted lips, and she moaned in unbridled joy as he began twisting his nose and mouth in the wetly sensitive flesh of her pussy. He was mumbling, "I'm going to suck you until you're dry!"
"Oh, suck it good ... suck me ... suck me ...!" Lisa mouthed obscenely, straining to allow him maximum lewd access to her tormented cunt. Billy could hear the sucking noises as he gathered the nub of her clitoris in his mouth, and his fingers probed the inner recesses of her cunt, bringing more sighs and gasps from Lisa.
She began to buck violently and she grasped his head in her hands. She cried, "I'm going to cum ... don't stop now ... I'm cumming ...!"
The man's head worked furiously back and forth between her trembling legs as she steadied herself above him with her hands on his broad shoulders. As her moans grew higher in pitch, she revolved her hips and writhed obscenely in the gloom, and then she suddenly yelled, "Now! ... oh, now ... I'm cumming ...!" And she launched into a series of gyrations that made her look like a puppet on a string, out of control.
She collapsed suddenly into the man's arms and he caught her and laid her gently on the bed. Her body was limp and perspiring, and her breath came in deep sighs.
The man stood in the moonlight, staring at her heaving young body. "Now, wasn't that good, baby?" he asked in a whisper.
"Oh ... wonderful ...!" Lisa sighed ecstatically.
Billy watched as the man took his huge cock in his hand, holding it out suggestively.
"I think that tonight, my sweet baby, we'll be able to get it all up inside your sweet little pussy."
"Oh ..." Lisa sounded apprehensive, "... it's so big ..."
"Last time, you had it almost all the way in. Tonight, I think you're ready to take it all," the shadowy figure said. He bent over and kissed her soft pubic mound, making Lisa gasp and shudder. She felt vulnerable and she wanted to feel him inside her. He thrust his finger into the tiny tight opening of her vagina, and again she gasped in pleasure.
"You've been working on it," the man said.
"With my fingers and the brush handle," Lisa said, almost proudly.
"Then open those pretty legs wide!" the man said, pushing her thighs apart as he climbed onto the bed. He knelt up between her widespread legs, and his large hands reached beneath her and cupped her rounded buttocks, pulling her entire body toward the huge threatening shaft of his penis.
Billy heard his sister gasp, "Oh ... it's so big ..." as the blunt head of the stranger's cock pushed at the lips of her pussy. The man pulled her upward, fitting his blood-inflated cock-head into her cunt with a sure stroke and pushing it gently forward. She gasped again, then sobbed in joyous pain as the hard heavy rod of flesh went in deeper. It was sunk only halfway into her virginal cunt, but already her cries of pleasure were becoming tinged with fear.
"Say the words, sweetheart ..." he commanded.
"Fuck me, please!" Lisa said hesitantly as if to cover her naivete. "Fuck my cunt good ..."
He pushed his huge cock a little deeper into her spread-lipped pussy, and she gasped loudly. "Oh, oh no, wait ... you're going to split me in two!" Lisa gasped. "I can't take it all! I'm not ready yet!"
But the man continued to push steadily into her cunt, saying nothing, pulling her tender loins up on his murderous shaft with his hands under her buttocks. Lisa gasped and moaned and gave one sharp cry, but after that, she seemed to relax and lose her fears, and she managed to arch her body to accommodate even more of his huge penile weapon. Her moans were once again suffused with the joy of sensual pleasure, and she began to whisper more loudly, saying, "Fuck me ... put your cock deep in my pussy. You sucked me so good ... now fuck me even better ... please fuck me!"
And watching on the other side of the bedroom wall, Lisa's brother could hardly contain himself. He wanted to rush into the room and push the man away. His hand pumped away at his own lust-stiffened cock, his face twisted with passion. Moans of ecstasy came from his lips, and he mumbled wildly, "Ooohhh, Lisa ... I want you ... I want it to be me!"
He heard Lisa groan again as the strange man lunged into her recklessly now, his cock surging deep into her nakedly open cunt. She cried out suddenly in pain as he penetrated to the hilt, but the sob soon changed again into a moan of joy. Her tight, elastic pussy was filled to the brim with his cock, stretched to its utmost capacity, and she gave her whole being over to the pleasure he was giving her.
She said aloud, in a husky voice, "Oh ... fuck me, do it to me, plow me ... fuck me deep ...!" Her ankles and heels kicked wildly, digging into his muscular back, and she began to make little animal-like sounds of uncontrollable bliss.
In the course of her obscene moanings and writhings with the man he couldn't identify, Billy masturbated himself to orgasm five times. Finally he slid to the floor, exhausted, yet strangely excited. The couple still tossed on the bed in the room next door, but they were quiet now, kissing and caressing each other's body lovingly. Billy's cock felt raw, and yet he still wanted more of the wonderful sensation of orgasm.
His eyes hurt from straining to make out the shadowy figures in Lisa's room, and his body felt weak and slick with the sticky perspiration of his passion. His thoughts were in a whirl. He could still hear the lewd sounds coming from his sister's bedroom, and he wondered if he would ever be able to make love to a woman like that. He had lost all confidence as he had watched the man bring Lisa to heights of sexual joy that he had not even dreamed of. Could he ever learn how to give that ecstasy to any woman? How long would he have to wait to become a skillful lover like the shadowy man in the next room?
Billy heard Lisa cry out, "I'm cumming ... oh, God ... it's so good ...!" and he rose and put his eye to the small peephole once again. He saw the couple in the throes of climactic ecstasy, Lisa pulling the man's body closer to her with each lunge he made between her wide-split thighs. Her head rolled wildly from side to side, as the thick cock dug deeper and deeper into her cunt, like a rampaging torpedo. And when the man tensed and began ejaculating into her steaming pussy, Lisa moaned and increased her own bucking motions, groaning, "I'm cumming more ... I'm cumming again ... oh, God ... I'm cumming ...!"
As the glow of a violent orgasm spread through her flesh, she suddenly sank back, her child's body completely satiated and utterly exhausted. She was drained of all feeling, and her legs unwound limply from around her older lover's back.
"Thank you, my darling," Billy heard her groan.
Billy turned from the wall and walked to his bed. His world was blue and empty. He could never hope to satisfy a woman enough to have her thank him, he knew.
Chapter 5
When Billy awoke the next morning, his entire body seemed to ache. He had never had such intense orgasms as he'd had the night before, and they had left him almost as drained of energy as he suspected Lisa was. He felt as if he could sleep until midnight, but his half-snooze was interrupted by his mother's knock on the door and her voice saying brightly, "I have a surprise, Billy. Will you be down soon?"
He mumbled agreement and dragged out of his warm bed. He went into the bathroom and looked at his hollow eyes and tangled hair. He surely had not been getting the proper amount of sleep of late, what with his nightly vigil at the peephole and his excessive masturbation. He hoped his mother wouldn't notice the dark circles and the haggard look he had developed. Ma Baylor had warned that this would be one of the sure signs if he continued on his sinful path of masturbation.
He splashed cold water on his face, hoping the puffiness would magically disappear, but it didn't. He dreaded going downstairs and facing Lisa. He just couldn't have an idle conversation with his gorgeous blonde sister and act as if he hadn't seen her actually fuck a man the night before! It had been bad enough when he'd watched her while she was alone but now ... she'd been with a man!
He walked down the stairs slowly, listening to the voices that came from the dining room. Someone special must be there, he surmised, for they always had breakfast in the kitchen. He walked into the dining room and found a strange man sitting at the end of the long dining table.
Billy looked him over carefully. He felt, somehow, that he knew the man. He suddenly knew that the man must be his stepfather, Ray Moore, and he blushed and mumbled a gruff hello as he took his seat opposite the man.
"Billy, darling ... this is your new father ... Ray," Laura said, beaming at her husband and her son, her eyes bright with pride in both of them.
Billy's blood seemed to be frozen. He couldn't find any words. He had a strange feeling of resentment toward the man, and he couldn't fathom his feelings. He kept his eyes on his plate as the small, elderly woman who served as cook and housekeeper served him toast and eggs and jelly. All the household help lived out and only came in when needed, as Ray insisted that only the family share the house.
The rest of the family launched into a flurry of talk, but Billy's mind was too confused to absorb any of it. He was deeply buried in his own thoughts. They were strange ... for the first time, he realized that here was the man who made love to his mother ... sexual love, as the man had given to his sister Lisa the night before. It was a sickening and frightening thought, now that he had observed all the intimate details!
Ray Moore grinned broadly at his adopted son over his coffee and said heartily, "Welcome to your home, Billy!" Billy was embarrassed as all eyes turned to him, and he blushed even deeper. He glanced at the handsome face of Ray Moore and wanted to like him, but found only resentment in his heart instead. But he managed to mumble his thanks, and went back to dawdling with his eggs. The image of this handsome, sexy-looking man with his dark-haired goddess-like mother, doing the things to her that he now knew men and women did, offended the thirteen-year-old boy. It wasn't right. He tried not to picture his mother in the obscene positions Lisa had assumed the night before, but he couldn't block the image. His fury and resentment grew until he feared he couldn't contain it much longer.
Glancing covertly at Lisa, he caught her giving him a curious look. He felt a sudden, unaccountable dislike of her, too, because she had instilled the new image of his beloved mother in his mind ... the image of a sexy, wanton bitch.
Before, it was so easy. His mother was a goddess, a perfect creature. Now, it would never be the same in the teenager's troubled mind. Not only his ideas about his mother had been twisted, but because of that, also his ideas about everyone and everything. He wondered if the meal would ever end. It seemed as if he had been sitting there in a fishbowl, for weeks. He saw Ray reach out and squeeze his mother's hand gently, and the gesture sent a stab of anger through Billy's heart. He just couldn't sit and watch them any longer, eyeing one another with lust and love. His mother actually glowed, and her happiness was obvious whenever she looked at Ray.
And even Lisa seemed radiant. It was like a plot against him--everyone so happy and he so miserable. He suddenly threw his fork onto his plate with a clatter and pushed back his chair hastily, leaping up and actually running from the room. He had to get out of the house and the horrible scene at the dining room table! In a flash he was through the house and out the back door, where he could no longer hear them calling to him.
He looked at the peaceful garden and then ran toward a giant oak tree at the back of the property. On the far side of it, he dropped to the grass, where he could not be seen from the house, and began to sob--great, racking sobs of despair. He wanted to kill Ray Moore! He hated the man who touched his mother so intimately, and he hated the look in her eyes when she looked at her husband. He wanted to run, but he didn't know where.
Lying on his stomach, his head buried in his hands, the distraught teenager cried softly as he realized there was no way out of this trap he had wandered into. He jerked involuntarily at the light touch on his arm and looked up through his tears to see his sister's pretty face, her soft brown eyes staring straight into his.
"Just leave me alone ..." Billy said gruffly.
She sat down beside him on the grass. "Please ... what have we done? Please don't act like this," she pleaded.
He buried his face in his hands, saying nothing.
"Billy, you mustn't be jealous. There's nothing to be jealous of. You're home now. Really part of us."
There was a long silence during which the young blonde searched for words that would correct a misunderstanding. Then she said gently, "Can I tell you something, Billy? Have you looked closely at the wallpaper in your room?"
Lisa asked the question coyly, almost apprehensively. She had asked him that the first day ... about how he liked the room, the wallpaper, and all! He lifted his head and wiped away the tears, peering at his sister in bewilderment. Lisa was leaning toward him now, her face very close to his. She went on, "You found the hole in the wall, didn't you? I know you did. I could tell by your face the next day. I made a lot of noise on purpose ... I wanted you to find it."
"You mean ..." Billy stared at her in disbelief, "you ... you ... I don't understand ..."
Lisa smiled knowingly. "It won't be for long, Billy." She stood up, and he caught a flash of her white panties beneath her miniskirt. He was fascinated by her long, girlish legs and the enticing panty crotch band up between her thighs. Lisa knew she had his attention now.
"Wait for me in your room tonight, Billy ... and you'll soon know everything I know ... I want to teach you!" She slowly walked away, and his eyes were riveted on her undulating buttocks and her smooth, attractive calves as she left. But she stopped a few yards away and said soberly, "Mother is very hurt and upset. Come on in and tell her that everything is all right. And ... remember tonight ... be waiting!" Lisa walked up to the back door and disappeared inside.
Billy looked stunned. It couldn't be happening this fast. He took out a rumpled kleenex and dried his tears, then blew his nose. He suddenly felt grown up ... like a man! He was already shaping the apology he would give his mother, and he wanted it to sound sincere. He sat still for a time, waiting for his hard cock to soften, so no one would notice, and after five minutes, he rose and went into the house.
* * *
It went easier than Billy had thought it would. Both Ray and his mother were gracious and understanding when he explained that he had just become suddenly overwhelmed at his good fortune, and had felt almost embarrassed to accept this new life from total strangers.
Lisa and Laura went shopping, and Ray asked Billy to take a ride into the country with him, to get better acquainted. He had explained his factories and business interests, how he'd gotten started, and he seemed genuinely interested in hearing what had happened to Billy both before and after he had come "home". Billy began to feel that Ray was a very nice man, but he still couldn't feel close to him, as he surmised a son ought to feel about his father.
"We won't push it, Billy," Ray said. "Let it just grow on us. It will take time for both of us to adjust, but I want you to know, I am happy that you're here with us. Your mother has never been this happy, and I want it to become even better ... for all of us."
He drove quietly, then finally said, "I love your mother more than anything on earth. And anything she loves or that belongs to her is part of me, too, and my love. I hope you'll give us ... you and me ... a chance."
Billy nodded meekly, trying to put the strange dislike of Ray Moore from his mind. But his mind kept wandering back to the sight of Lisa's face when she'd found him behind the tree and promised to be in his room that night. He envisions again and again, the sight of her wispy blonde pussy hairs poking out of her panties, and he remembered vividly how his cock had caught fire at the sight. He could hardly wait for the night to come.
Ray let Billy off and he drove to the huge garage at the rear of the house. Billy went into the house, and not seeing Lisa or his mother, raced up the stairs to his room. He seemed to be always running these days, he thought. Everything seemed to be happening so quickly. He flung open his bedroom door and for some strange reason, ran to the hole in the wall, hoping frantically that maybe Lisa was in her room. But there was no sign of her. Billy signed and wondered how he would ever pass the time until tonight. Still an hour until dinner, and then a few hours after that before anyone went to bed. He got out some books and halfheartedly began to study, but it was impossible to concentrate. All he could see was his tight-breasted older sister, lying naked on her bed, her legs spread wide ... pulling her unknown lover's cock deeper, deeper into her narrow, blonde-fringed young pussy.
* * *
It had been difficult at dinner. He had been unable to look Lisa in the face, and it became almost impossible to meet his mother's loving gaze. He feared that she, like Ma Baylor, would be able to read the lewd thoughts on his mind. Ray and his mother went out of their way to include him in the conversation and make him feel wanted, and at ease, but he hadn't been able to respond. Lisa avoided looking directly at him, though she was polite and solicitous, and Billy began to feel like a pampered, idiot child.
Now, he lay under the covers feeling a growing anxiety about what the night would or would not bring. He wanted to be with Lisa--here, or in her room. He had been in this state since he arrived, he knew, and now, he felt his body actually trembling with emotion. What if she didn't come? And--what if she did? He felt hot and threw the covers aside. The beautiful sister he'd just met had seemed so far beyond his reach, and now, she was promising the most important thing that would ever happen to him in his whole life!
He heard sounds in her room, and he held his breath. What was she doing? Undressing? He saw the familiar pinpoint of light from the tiny peephole in the wall, but he was too nervous to get up and look, now that he knew that Lisa had been aware that he watched her constantly.
He heard the sound of Lisa's door open and close, and his heart leaped. Then his own door opened and shut quietly, and he knew that Lisa was in the room with him! He could hear the rustle of her body as she approached his bed, and his heart pounded wildly. He became aware of a shape standing beside his bed, and he let his pent-up emotions release themselves in a gasp.
"Lisa!" he croaked hoarsely.
His sister stood beside him, her pale face and hair the only discernible part of her. Her nightgown was dark and blended into the black background, seeming to be made of some diaphanous material that Billy couldn't identify.
"Hello ..." Billy gulped, not knowing what else to say.
"Shouldn't I sit down ... or something?" Lisa asked breathlessly. She was frightening in her cool maturity, and Billy went on the defensive. "Yes ... yes ... sit down ..." he mumbled, scrambling to one side to make room for her on the bed. Lisa sat beside him and he could feel her brown eyes boring into his in the dimness.
"Don't be so ... shy," Lisa said. "Isn't this better than watching me through the peephole?"
She startled Billy with her boldness. He didn't want to talk about all those nights of torment when he had spied on her. Almost as if she were reading his thoughts, Lisa went on, "Don't be bashful. We can talk about it. We have no reason to be ashamed about anything!"
She bent over, and he felt her face close to his as her breath came hot against his cheek. The scent of her body was overpowering him, leaving him without any resistance, and he felt his stiffening cock pushing against the fly of his pajamas.
Lisa felt for her nervous brother's face and planted a warm, wet kiss on his lips. Her own lips parted and her tongue slid inside his mouth, sending flames of pubescent passion streaking through his body.
"I guess we might as well start from the beginning," she said softly. "You do have a lot to learn."
She was sucking on his tongue, as if to draw him inside out, and he squeezed his cock harshly in his hand. Finally, Lisa withdrew her tongue, gasping, "My dearest brother ... my own baby brother ... I'm so glad you've come to be with us ... I want to show you ... teach you everything ...! There can't be any holding back between us. We have no walls to keep us apart. We've got to love each other like no one else ever did ... I want to be yours completely ... and you must be mine ..."
Billy's head was reeling madly as he tried to absorb the meaning of her words. It was incredible! She was offering her body to him, in all the ways the shadowy stranger had had her!
She began to strip off her dark swishy nightgown as she continued to speak. "It's not wrong to love like this, Billy ... it will be so sweet. You're mine ... my own ... there is nothing we shouldn't give each other ... nothing!"
She was naked now, and she smiled in the darkness. "What would you like first, Billy darling ... my breasts?" She pulled his hand out from beneath the covers, and by placing it on her pert, taut-nippled breast, sent wild shivers of desire racing through her younger sibling's body. Her hand was smooth and cool on his sweaty one, and his fingers automatically sought one of her tight little nipples, rolling it between his fingers, and bringing a gasp of pure joy from her lips.
"Yesss ... that's right, Billy ..." she hissed, "twist it, rub it ... play with it ... and with the other one ..." She threw her head back, enjoying the feel of his hand on her young breasts, and Billy went from one to the other, tweaking, massaging, exploring, savoring the thrill of the first touch of a woman's breast in his hand!
"Oh, Billy ... baby ..." Lisa gasped as her whole body began to glow with lust.
"It feels so ... so wonderful ..." Billy mumbled.
He was bursting with desire and tension. Now that the dream-moment he had prayed for had come, he was frightened that he would not be man enough to take care of his sister as she wanted. He moved his other hand and closed both of them hungrily over her breasts, toying joyously with the soft mounds of flesh and the hard, girlish nipples. His own passions rose to a point where he feared he might cum without her even touching his cock!
Suddenly, though, the sandy-haired teenager felt a pang of guilt. He was evil. It was wrong, like Ma Baylor said, no matter what Lisa thought.
"This is bad ..." he mumbled, while not taking his hands from her nakedly pulsing breasts.
"No! No! It is wonderful and right and natural!" Lisa protested vehemently. "You do love me, don't you, Billy? And you know I love you. How can love be wrong?" Her face came close to his and she kissed him passionately again.
"Oh, yes ... I do love you, Lisa ... I love you so much ..." Billy gasped, fighting a battle with his lust and his guilt. He could not stop his hands, and one of them stole down to the soft, hair-covered mound between her legs and he slid a finger inside the damp hot lips of her cunt! He could never have imagined the thrill that swept over his body as he felt the tiny nub of pulsating flesh inside her baby-girl slit, and he groaned as it danced beneath his probing touch. He almost fainted from the wealth of passion that was taking over his entire body. Yet he felt also as if he were wallowing about in a tender, but sinful trap!
Something had to happen, he knew. He couldn't bear this torment much longer, and he felt Lisa's passions rising to an explosive point. She suddenly murmured, "Oh, darling Billy ... let me take your pajamas off ... I want to touch you all over ... to feel you ... this is driving me insane ..."
She rose quickly and turned on a dim light on the bedside stand, and then returned to let him feast his eyes on her nakedly beautiful young body, so eager and ready to please him. She threw back the covers and began to unbutton his pajama tops. He sat up so she could take them off, and then she pulled his pajama bottoms off and tossed them to the floor. Her eyes widened as she saw his hard, erect cock, and she licked her lips hungrily.
Billy's eyes were riveted on her pubic area. The few sparse strands of her cuntal hair did not quite cover the narrow slit of her pussy, and the soft folds of wet pink flesh that were visible hypnotized him. She stood tall, her red-nippled breasts thrust out proudly, and as she saw his eyes fastened on her cunt, she smiled and ran her hands lewdly down between her thighs. His lips were dry and his breath came in gasps at the delicious sight of his sister's naked body. She was much more wonderful than he had imagined from seeing her through the peephole. He couldn't tear his eyes away from the soft pale triangle of her womanhood, and she smiled at his tense position on the bed.
"You're blushing, Billy," she giggled. "As if you'd never seen a girl before." She posed momentarily, moving so he could see her delicately curved buttocks. "Like me, Billy?"
"You're beautiful ..." he gasped in awed tones.
"Can I get in bed with you?" Lisa asked coyly.
He gulped and moved over to make room for her, and she climbed in, lying motionless there with him for a long moment, only their combined heavy breathing breaking the stillness. Finally, Lisa reached over and took his hand and placed it on her flat stomach, just above the "vee" of her thighs. Billy was almost paralyzed with fear and desire. He wanted to touch her ... to smell her exciting body scent ... yet he wanted to get up and run, and never stop! He wished he were a little boy again, too young to understand the things that were happening to him. Her small white belly was rising and falling rapidly beneath his hand, but he couldn't move it either way.
"Shall we ... turn off the light?" he asked awkwardly.
Lisa giggled softly and reached over to turn it off. "I guess it takes time to get used to ..." she said gently. "I remember my first time ..."
Billy wanted to hear the rest, but she returned to his bed and this time, she lay closer to him. His hand went involuntarily to her smooth warm belly, so that his fingers were brushing the soft hair that surrounded her pussy. His sense of guilt was fading quickly now, as his mind tried to accept Lisa's philosophy, that there was nothing shameful or wrong with the love they would soon share.
He felt her hand steal straight down from his hairless chest until her fingers closed maddeningly over his aching cock! He shuddered with joy at her intimate touch, and she began to stroke her hand gently up and down sending stabs of painful delight through his entire teenage body.
"Lisa ... oh Lisa." he cried out. "I want more ..."
"You'll get it, baby, you will ..." she cooed. "You've got such a nice hard penis for being thirteen ... and when you're grown up, I bet it'll really be something!"
His hand sneaked impatiently to the sparse-haired slit of her pussy, and without a moment's hesitation, his middle finger slid up inside the tight, flexible channel of sex, while his thumb probed for the fleshy little button of her clitoris that he'd watched her rub so vigorously in her solo performances at night. It's really happening! Billy thought. Man, oh man ... it's happening at last! He wallowed in the lustful sensation that swept over him as he felt her soft wet cuntal walls close hotly around his skewering finger. There were still the twinges of conscience that told him he shouldn't be doing such a terrible thing, but at the same time he felt good, like a man, like the man who had fucked his sister the night before.
"Oh ... Billy," Lisa gasped, "keep touching me there ... push it ... pinch it ... move it ...!"
She was writhing about as she continued to stroke his cock with her hands, and Billy obeyed, savagely tormenting the yielding pleasure-bud and feeling a sense of masculine power as he felt her responses, and heard her gasps of pleasure.
"Oh ... play with my breasts, too ..." Lisa groaned. He moved one hand to her breast, alternately tweaking one nipple and then the other, feeling more confident with every moan he drew from his sexy blonde sibling. They had turned on their sides now, facing one another, and Lisa's hot breath on his cheek and the womanly scent of her passion-flushed young body sent flashes of unbearable pleasure coursing over Billy's inexperienced flesh. "Oh, yesssss ..." Lisa hissed as his fingers circled the elusive bit of clitoral flesh, slipping wetly up and down and all around it.
"Oh, Lisa ... Lisa, harder ... faster ..." Billy begged, and Lisa instantly increased the tension of her grip on his boyish cock. As she slid the loose outer skin up and down more rapidly, a great swell of happiness covered him, and he started to say, "Lisa ... I'm cum ..." but she stopped her movements abruptly.
"No, baby ... no!" she said anxiously. "Not yet. It's too soon. I want to feel your cock inside my pussy. Get on top of me, baby brother ... I want you to fuck me ..."
He almost froze at the intensity of her demand. She was actually asking him to do what the man had done to her last night ... him, Billy!
"Do exactly what I tell you, my lover," Lisa said, her voice sounding womanly and sure. "First ... suck my titties. Suck them hard, like a baby sucks its mother's breasts ... use your tongue and your teeth ... but don't hurt me ..." She was gasping now and her voice was husky with desire.
The word exploded in Billy's brain: MOTHER! He felt as if he were in a trance as he moved so he could place his lips around one of Lisa's tautly enticing nipples. He circled the tiny puckered bud with his tongue tip, and then tried to push it back inside the voluptuous swell of her breast. Gradually he drew a mouthful of soft teenage flesh into his mouth and worried the spiky nipple with his tongue. He let his teeth rake over the tiny nubbin of flesh, and Lisa's groans of pleasure told him that he was doing what she wanted him to. He tried to remember doing this to his mother, but he couldn't. All he was aware of was Lisa's pleased moans and the writhings of her aroused body, and his own growing ego at being able to satisfy his sister's sexual needs. He thought he would lose his mind. He wanted more and more of her. He wished he could suck her whole sweet body into his mouth. He moved from one uptilted breast to the other, as Lisa rolled and moaned and caressed his hair.
"Suck me lower down, Billy darling ..." Lisa gasped. Billy felt tormented. He wanted to make love to her like no other person ever had ... and in a crazy way, he felt it would blot out the haunting image of Ray Moore making lewd love to his mother.
His tongue slid down between her saliva-wet breasts and nestled into the crevice of her navel. The sweet scent of her pussy rose to meet his nostrils, and he ground his tongue deep into the hollow in her belly. Lisa rolled her hips sensuously beneath his head, and Billy let his tongue descend even farther, probing her soft blonde pubic hair until he felt the warm wet lips of her cunt. He ran his tongue over the smooth hair-trimmed slivers of flesh, feeling his cock throbbing and leaping with desire. The musky smell of her pussy was driving him wild. He had never been so shaken by an odor before. It aroused a hunger in him that was more powerful than any hunger he had ever known.
"Oh, Billy ..." Lisa groaned, "you're making me so hot, it's so good ... lower ... lower, put your tongue inside me."
Billy swelled with pride at the knowledge that he was performing like a man. He knew that he was in control, and hearing his sister mouth the same moans and sighs of passion as the strange man had elicited from her the night before made the young teenager's heart swell with pride. And he even had a few ideas of his own about how to proceed. He knew she needed to be satisfied, but he remembered that earlier scene on her bed, when her grown-up lover had put her off, causing her to boil over with desire, before he satisfied her.
Pulling his lust-smeared lips away from her cunt, he grasped his bursting cock in his hand and moved close to her. He began to shove the round bloated head of his penis against her open thighs, close to the hot slit that Lisa wanted him to tongue.
"What are you doing?" the blonde girl gasped, genuinely surprised. Her eager brother didn't reply. Instead, he began to rub harder against the lips of her cunt, up and down, touching her anal crevice on the downswing and her hotly swollen clitoris on the upswing, teasing her as he knew instinctively she wanted him to tease her.
He rolled over so that his desire-tensed body was atop hers, and he forced her legs wide with his knees. The tip of his penis was flush against the passion-wet slit of her cunt, and as he let his weight down upon her body, he felt the bloated head slide forward without resistance. It sent a shock of lust through his teenage body, and Lisa gasped, "Billy ..." He was out of control now. He had to get it inside her delicious cunt, all the way ... all the way! He pushed harder and felt his shaft pass inch by inch through the tight elastic opening of her cuntal entrance hiding beneath her soft blonde pubic hair, and he wormed his hand down between their heaving bodies and guided his cock so that it rubbed her blood-engorged little clitoris as he sank slowly up into her quivering white belly.
God, but she's slippery inside! Billy thought, wondering what made his sister's inner cunt so wet and hot and easy to penetrate.
Lisa moaned, "Ooooooh ... please, Billy ... please ..." He knew that she wanted him to shove his cock all the way in fast, just as she had wanted her lover of the night before to do ... just as his mother wanted Ray! He wondered where the sudden vision of Ray fucking his mother had come from, but brushed it quickly aside. His own need and desire was too great to make room for anything else. His fingers searched in the burning flesh-folds her pussy slit and found her throbbing clitoris. As his thumb tormented the tiny pleasure bud, he shoved his cock harder into her burning vagina, thrills of unknown delight sweeping over his body as he felt her begin to roll her hips and spread her legs even wider to take more of his penis into her needful cunt. His head dropped to her neck and he kissed her ear, sucking hungrily on the fleshy lobe.
Lisa's hand sought out his disappearing cock, and she moved to accommodate it as she guided it inside the hot channel so that it contacted her clitoris fully before entering. Billy instinctively began to move his buttocks up and down, plunging as deep as he could between her widespread thighs, and his lips moved to his sister's mouth and his tongue was sucked hungrily inside. A burning fire seemed to be flaming inside her body, and Billy wanted it to consume him completely! He felt her legs part even wider, and she moved both hands to his buttocks, pulling him closer so that his horny cock slid even deeper into the wetly grasping walls of her pussy. He was conscious of the moist warm folds of flesh that surrounded his throbbing shaft, and he groaned with a pleasure he had never known before. This was what he had wanted for so long ... what he had waited for all his life without knowing it. Lisa was groaning in delight as his masterful rod of flesh thrust to its fullest depth into her cunt, filling it with joy with its red-hot rigidity. She was straining upward to meet his eager lunges, obviously in awe of the skill he seemed to have discovered.
Billy needed no more instructions or urging from his older sister. He had come into his own. He knew instinctively what to do, and he let his animal instincts rule. He began to stroke rhythmically, his greedy cock striking to the hilt in Lisa's cunt, his pelvis smacking against her open pussy flesh with a lewd wet slurping sound as he drove in and out of her heavenly cunt.
She moved in rhythm with him, meeting his attack with her upthrust pelvis, her legs held wide, her vagina desperately taking in every tiny bit of his precious cock. She called out in ecstasy, "Oh, Billy ... it's like never before ... it's so wonderful ... so good ..." Her fingernails raked his back savagely as her passion reached a peak, and she seemed to be a madwoman as she begged, "Don't stop ... fuck me ... keep on fucking me good ...!"
Billy felt a strange thing happening to him ... something beyond anything that had ever pleased him before. It was like a tidal wave that formed in his loins and was sweeping over his whole body. It was like when he masturbated, but a million times more powerful. His cock seemed out of control now as it jerked and throbbed, and he felt a hot stream of semen shooting into his sister's burning pussy slit, filling the burning cavern of her belly. And Billy felt as if his whole being were pouring out in wild abandoned love for this girl whose body he now owned!
"Aaaaaah ... oh, God ... Billy ... Billy ..." Lisa cried, as her body tossed wildly in the throes of her greatest orgasm. As their passions ebbed, and Lisa relaxed into a quivering, moaning heap of hot flesh, and Billy's mouth closed over hers in a passionate kiss, he felt a great surge of pride go through him. At last, he was a somebody ... he was a man!
Chapter 6
Billy sat in the cool back seat of the fine car, not too close to his sister, yet close enough to smell the wonderful scent of her body that he recalled so vividly from the night before. He felt at ease with Lisa now, and in a vague way, superior. It was as if he were suddenly the older brother ... the man in command, and he smiled to himself as he looked at his mother, seated beside Ray in the front. Laura's shiny dark hair was piled high on her head, giving her a youthful look, and Billy felt a glow of pride as he looked at the two women in his life. Both were beautiful, exciting and desirable. And he was now a man ... an equal. He was no longer an awkward little boy who had to play with his cock in the secrecy of his bedroom. He had fulfilled his manhood, and now he even felt a kind of camaraderie for Ray, his stepfather.
They were headed for the private club that Ray had joined. It was an exclusive place that was composed of people with interests similar to those of the Moore family. His mother had prepared a delicious picnic lunch that rested in a large hamper on the floor of the back seat. It was a wonderful day ... a wonderful world! Dreams were coming true at a pace that dizzied Billy ... and yet, inside him, there was still a vague emptiness ... a hunger that he couldn't fathom ... an undefinable need that hadn't been fulfilled.
Ray was a well-built man, and he was careful to keep his body in tip-top shape--thus, the club. It offered all the recreational facilities he and his new family liked best, and which were good for their physical well-being. He was proud of his family, and even Billy seemed closer this morning--as if he had grown up overnight and accepted his role in the family.
When they reached the club's lake, Billy was a bit disappointed. He had anticipated a large crowd of merry people, but the place was almost deserted. The visible ones were far up the lake shore, and he couldn't even tell if they were men or women.
Laura Moore noticed her teenaged son's drooping mouth and asked what was wrong.
He shrugged and muttered, "I guess I expected a lot of people to be here."
Laura put her arms about him and hugged him. "We're all we need, Billy, darling. I'd much rather be with you than anyone in the whole world."
"I didn't mean that ..." Billy said, frustrated. "I mean ... well, so would I rather be with you." He was experiencing a strangely familiar sensation. He was getting sexually excited as he felt the warm contours of his mother's body pressed against him.
"Look!" Lisa called, pointing to the small tent Ray had already erected on the grass. He was busily making it secure, and he hollered gaily, "Our home away from home!"
"Come on, Lisa," Laura said happily, "let's change into our swimsuits." She turned to Billy and said, "Did you wear your swim trunks under your pants?"
Ray was stripping down to his own swim trunks to reveal a strong, muscular torso. Billy's heart sank as he saw his stepfather's impressive physique, but Lisa's mouth took on a sly smile and she squeezed her brother's hand meaningfully. "Wait until you see, Billy ..." He wanted to ask her what she meant, but she ran into the tent and the flap was dropped.
Ray came over to Billy and complimented him on his youthful but wiry body. "Keep in shape, Billy. That's important." Billy had never seen a man as well built as his new dad, and his pleasure at Ray's approval of him was obvious.
"Race you out to the big raft!" Ray challenged.
Suddenly feeling an inch tall again, Billy blurted out, "I can't swim."
"No problem," Ray said confidently. "Time you learned. I'll have you in the Olympics inside a week!" His grin was contagious, and Billy smiled back at him, feeling a strange confidence in this husky, masculine man.
He went into the water with Ray at his side, and by the time his sister and mother emerged from the tent, he was already learning the simple crawl stroke and the scissor kick, under Ray's expert guidance.
"Let's join the girls for a rest. We'll come back in for lesson two later. You did just fine, Billy. Just fine!" The praise sent Billy's spirits soaring. He was learning to like Ray Moore more and more with each passing hour.
As he waded out of the water, Billy's eyes opened wide. His mother and Lisa were wearing the briefest bathing suits he had ever seen! He gulped, unable to tear his eyes away from his mother's lovely, shapely ... and, yes ... sexy body! Her figure was as youthful as Lisa's, though her breasts were fuller, and her pubic mound a bit more prominent. Billy tried to envision her body completely naked, and he did not find it too difficult. She was an out-sized version of her fair-haired daughter ... but even more alluring and more beautiful in a dark and handsome way.
"What a pair of beautiful women!" Ray said devilishly.
"I feel positively wicked," Laura protested without much fervor.
"Wait until I take you to Europe, Laura," Ray said with a grin. "Lots of the beaches, they don't wear a thing!"
"Ray!" Laura said chidingly.
"A beautiful body is nothing to be ashamed of," Ray said soberly. "God gave us our bodies. We should take care of them and be good to them, and ... we should share them with others."
He was deadly serious. During the conversation, Billy's eyes had not left his mother's near-naked body. After last night, he knew how she would look without that bathing suit. The bikini was low-cut, black, and thin enough to show the pucker of her nipples and the soft round outline of her pussy. As she pirouetted on the shore, he saw the glorious curve of her buttocks and just a faint flash of dark pubic hair as her long legs moved.
He felt dirty again--evil. But he remembered what Ray had said. His mother had every right to be proud of that beautiful body--all of it! He wondered if what he was feeling for her was love, or ... desire! There was nothing wrong in loving a person totally, Lisa had said, and he had begun to believe it because he wanted to believe it. He envisioned himself making love to his mother as he had to Lisa the night before, and his head spun at the thought.
He lay down on one of the blankets, sunning himself, while Lisa and his mother took a dip and Ray took a walk along the lake's edge. As he observed the deep tan that covered most of Ray's body, Billy determined that he would spend many hours in the sun, browning to the healthy color his stepfather had attained. He felt pale and thin compared to Ray, but he had the comforting knowledge in his heart that he too was a man.
The two women came out of the water, laughing, their skin glowing with health and dripping with water. His mother pulled off her bathing cap, letting her dark curly hair blow free in the gentle breeze. Billy saw that the water made the swimsuit cling even tighter to his mother's skin, and his eyes stared hungrily at her crotch. The shadowy curls of her cunt hair were visibly outlined against the light material, and her nipples were pushing out against the flimsy brassiere. Billy watched in fascination as the two sexy women drew close, remembering with pride how many times Lisa had cum the night before, calling his name, sucking his tongue until the daylight had driven her back to her own bed. Without realizing it, he had gotten a semi-erection, and he drew his knees up in front of him to hide his stiffening cock. He had been envisioning his mother's body as he had seen Lisa's, and he had felt it so strongly that it was almost as if it had been his mom in his bed the night before.
Laura and Lisa sat down on the other blanket, and Ray spotted them and jogged back to join the group. He kissed first his wife on the lips, then his stepdaughter on the cheek.
"We're lucky men, Billy," he smiled, "to have such beautiful women in the family."
"I know," Billy gulped, blushing without knowing why.
The four of them lolled on the blanket, soaking up sunlight for a while, then took another short dip, and after toweling, they feasted on the picnic lunch. Unaccountably, though, Billy became restless, hoping the day would soon end. So they wouldn't burn, Ray and Laura had stretched out inside the tent, and now both of them were asleep in each other's arms.
Lisa reached over and took Billy's hand. "They make a beautiful couple, don't they?" she remarked idly.
He hated to admit it, but had to agree with her. He felt a twinge of jealousy, but as he let his eyes rove over his sister's lovely body, knowing it belonged to him whenever he wanted it, he brushed the feeling aside.
"Let's ... let's take a walk in the woods ..." Billy said suddenly. He was hot, and the shade would be welcome.
"Okay, lover," Lisa cooed. "I know a nice spot. Come on." She rose and held out her hand. She led him down a worn path to a pleasant glade, and they sat down beneath a large tree that hid them from the view of their parents or any passersby.
"Don't be afraid ..." Lisa said, moving close. She took his face in her hands and gave him a sweet, lingering kiss, her tongue playing gently with his. She excited him even more than she had the night before, for in the daylight, he could see more of her shapely young body. Even if it were wrong, Billy knew he could never give up loving his sister ... all the way!
"You're so beautiful, Lisa ... I love you so ..." he mumbled. Her hand was over his loins and he could feel his cock leap at her touch. She was beginning to stroke his penis through the cloth of his swimming trunks.
"You are the wonderful one. Last night, you fucked me so good ... so deep ... so hard. I want you to fuck me again like that! Will you?"
"Anything ... anything ..." he gasped, becoming more and more aroused by her obscene touch.
"But today ... let's do something different!" Her hand stole into the elastic band of his trunks and she grasped his naked cock in her warm hand, stroking it lovingly up and down.
"What would you think if I took it in my mouth and sucked it?" Lisa asked with a devilish glint in her eyes. "You've never had it sucked, have you? You can cum in my mouth ... fill it with your juice ... while Ray and Mother are just a few yards away ... wouldn't that make it exciting?"
Billy had no time to reply, for she peeled down his trunks with a sweeping movement and, grasping his rigid cock in her hand, engulfed it in the wet warm cavern of her mouth. His body writhed with a combination of fear and pleasure sensations at the feel of her tongue playing with his sensitive penis, and the sucking motion that she used to draw it deep into her mouth was making him shake all over.
Suddenly pulling her mouth away, Lisa pushed him down flat on his back beneath the tree, and began to run her tongue over his small male nipples, bringing him another new sensation that set his cock throbbing and bucking. She moved slowly down his body, licking and tonguing him, until she came again to his rock-hard cock. Pulling the foreskin back, she tickled the nerve-filled glans with the tip of her tongue, then slid her wet mouth over it to take its entire length into her mouth.
Billy began to move wildly. He had never felt such burning, delightful sensations before. He was fascinated as he watched his desire-flushed cock sliding in and out of his sister's tightly ovalled lips, and heard the lewd slurping noises she made. She knelt straddling his legs and took the base of his cock in her hand, holding the shaft stiffly erect. Then she began to pump her head up and down so that each stroke of his cock went deep into her throat!
"Oh ... Lisa ... do it ... make me cum ... NOW!" he groaned.
He watched his whole cock disappear into her mouth, and he tangled his fingers in her soft blonde hair and pushed her head down rhythmically, making unintelligible sounds rise in her throat.
He felt as if he were being sucked dry, and as the semen boiled within his young inflated testicles, he knew that she would drain him of every last drop. She was sucking it hungrily now, making moaning noises of sensual joy, and he pushed her head down with all his strength, feeling the back of her throat with his blood-bloated cock-head.
He rammed upward as she drove down, and he felt the sperm begin to rise. He increased his bucking motions while Lisa continued to suck harder and harder, and then he exploded into her mouth. A hot stream of cum flooded her mouth, and she swallowed it hungrily, never missing a stroke. He continued to push down on her head, and rear up so that his cock was shooting deep into her hungering belly, until finally he collapsed onto his back, utterly satiated, utterly unable to move!
Lisa continued to suck and lick, cleaning up every last drop of his cum, and at last she stopped and let his now-limp penis fall from her semen-wet lips. She flattened her body beside his and his arm went around her. Kissing his neck and ears, then his mouth, she kept murmuring, "Oh, Billy ... you're a man ... you're my man ... you're mine ..."
Chapter 7
Billy lay in his warm bed with his arms behind his head, staring at the ceiling. He was deeply hurt and very troubled at the way Lisa had been acting since that afternoon under the tree, almost a week ago.
Oh sure, she had been polite, acting like any normal sister would to her brother, except that she was hardly civil when he tried to speak to her about anything besides passing dishes at the table. He couldn't figure it out. She was the one who had suggested sucking his cock, and she had seemed to enjoy it almost as much as he had. But now, she was a stranger ... an unfathomable mystery.
He had tried to talk to her when they were alone, but she would walk away without a word. And the night before, she had plugged up the hole between their rooms, and he had not been able to look at her.
But he had heard voices in her room, muffled and guarded, and he knew that she was with her lover again. He wanted badly to ask her who her secret lover was, but he couldn't get close enough to her anymore, to exchange confidences or even civilities. He wondered often who the man was who came to Lisa's bed so many nights, but he hadn't the vaguest idea. Probably someone she had met at school, he surmised.
He was tired tonight, for he had been kept awake by the muffled voices and the smothered moans and groans in the next room, and when he finally fell asleep at dawn, it was a fitful, nightmarish sleep he fell into. He knew he had no right to be jealous, but it gnawed at his loins constantly. Maybe she had just used him when her lover was away. He didn't understand it, but he did feel that it was worse than it had been before, for now he had those memories of Lisa's wonderful lovemaking.
And the next morning he began to feel that old guilt creeping back. Yet, all he had to do was to think about her and he got a demanding erection. He had had to masturbate night after night, as he envisioned what she and her secret lover were doing. She belonged to him and he to her. She had said it. She felt it, he knew. Why, then, was she doing this to him?
He washed and dried his face and combed his hair, then dressed gloomily, feeling that he would never again make love to Lisa.
He was glum at breakfast, and his sister did not appear until they were all finished. His mother was radiant in a soft pink dressing gown that Ray had bought for her, and she was lavish in her attentions to Billy, but it didn't lift his spirits.
"I overslept," Lisa said sheepishly, when she finally made an appearance.
You hardly slept two hours! Billy thought angrily.
When they had all nearly finished, Ray folded his napkin and placed it beside his plate. He smiled mysteriously and said, "Now that we're all here, I want to propose something." He looked from Billy to Lisa and said, "School will be starting next week, but ... instead of starting school, how would it be if we all took a vacation until the 1st of November? Then, you will be taught by a tutor here at home, four days each week!"
Billy and Lisa exchanged glances and their eyes widened in joy. Lisa began to jump up and down in her chair, and Billy grinned broadly. Laura looked happily surprised and she said brightly, "Ray, that's wonderful. The children should learn even more from a private teacher ... and we'll have all that wonderful time together!"
* * *
A half hour later, Billy was wandering aimlessly about the house. His mother and Ray had gone to their wing of the house and Lisa had just disappeared. He felt lonely. He was about to go to his room and feel sorry for himself when he felt a hand on his arm and heard Lisa's hushed voice saying seductively, "It's time for another lesson, Billy."
Billy looked into her wide brown eyes, instantly happy that she had broken the icy barrier she had set up between them for so long.
"Be quiet, darling," Lisa cautioned as she took his hand and led him up the stairs. Billy was overwhelmed with desire for her. But when she reached the top of the stairs, Lisa turned right instead of left--toward the part of the second floor where Ray and Laura slept!
"We ... can't go in there ..." Billy gasped.
"Just trust me ..." Lisa said in a mysterious tone.
She pulled him down the hall until they came to the room which Billy guessed must be Ray and his mother's. Lisa stopped and slowly tried the doorknob. She entered the room on tiptoe, motioning Billy to follow. He saw that it was a dressing room they had entered and he saw a heavy curtain that concealed the bedroom beyond. They could hear voices coming from beyond the curtain.
Billy was almost holding his breath with excitement and vague fear. Lisa was going to spy on his mother and Ray! She moved softly toward the curtain and parted it a bit. Then she got down on the floor, motioning him to do likewise. There was less chance of being seen if anyone looked toward the curtain, he realized.
Billy heard his mother saying, "It will be wonderful to have the kids with us this fall." She was seated before a large mirror, brushing her curly dark hair, and Ray stood behind her, his strong hands on his wife's shoulders as he watched her in the mirror with shining eyes.
"It will work out fine, honey," he replied. "I think that Billy is getting to be part of the family, even though there are days he seems to be lost or confused. It will be good for all of us to spend more time together."
Laura still worried a little about Billy's strange aloofness from her and Ray, but he was coming around, she admitted.
"That's enough brushing for now, darling," Ray said, pulling her back so her head was against his body. "More than a hundred, I'm sure."
Ray bent and kissed her neck, his hands cupping her breasts through the diaphanous pink gown. She loved it when he was like this ... gentle, yet eager. She rose and walked to the bed, and as she paused, Ray began to remove the gown from her body. Billy gasped involuntarily as he saw the creamy-white beauty of his mother's body revealed. Her breasts were full and round and tilted invitingly upward. Her hips curved sensuously to form a shadowy triangle of sex, the soft pubic hair covering her pussy in glossy strands, and the parted pink lips of her cunt visible in flashes as she moved. Her legs were long and shapely, right down to her slender ankles and feet! And she stood as if in a trance, radiant as she saw the pride in her husband's eyes as they swept over her naked body.
"Come on, sweet, lie down!" Ray said hoarsely. Laura obeyed, lying on her back on the bed, her legs spread slightly. "Spread your legs wider, darling," Ray commanded. He dropped his robe and stood naked beside the bed as she complied, revealing the pinkish wet folds of flesh inside her pussy.
Billy licked his lips and he felt perspiration forming on his brow. His own penis was stiff and hot, and his head was spinning again with that familiar dizziness of desire. He looked at his stepfather's thickly displayed penis and was amazed. It was long and hard, and now looked as heavy as iron, big veins standing out on its sides. He watched Ray bend down and roll Laura over onto her stomach, mouth going to her full firm buttocks, nibbling and sucking at them, and finally licking deep into the crevice between as he parted her cheeks with his hands.
Laura let out a small cry as her husband's tongue invaded the tender crevice of her buttocks, and she wondered how long it would be until she would not consider this act obscene--even though she liked it. He had done this just once before, and she wasn't used to any sort of anal lovemaking or foreplay. She wished Ray would take her the regular way ... because she knew that this approach would lead to anal intercourse, and it hurt! But she loved him too much to ask him not to do it that way.
Ray had made such a point of telling her that no part of her body was made for shame, nor was any part made not to be loved. And she certainly didn't want to be considered prudish or old-fashioned by this wonderful man who had made her world beautiful once again.
Ray's outstretched middle finger was now probing her puckered anus. "A little wider, sweet one," he breathed hoarsely, looking down in hunger at the tiny brown opening.
Laura spread her legs on the bed as wide as she could and felt Ray's finger push inside a little. She couldn't quite smother a cry of sudden pain, but as his thick finger sank farther in, she realized it wasn't hurting half as much as it had at first. She wanted to endure it--for him. He pushed his finger in and out and Laura wiggled about under the unusually exciting sensation of his finger up her ass. Just as she was becoming accustomed to it, Ray pushed a second finger into her anus, and this time, Laura did yelp in pain.
* * *
"What is he doing?" Billy whispered in agitation. "He's hurting her!"
"It only hurts a little, and for a minute ... I hear," Lisa whispered back. "After a while, it feels wonderful ... even better than the other way."
"Is he ... going to ..." Billy gasped in fear, as Ray positioned himself between Laura's open legs, his huge cock grasped in one hand as his fingers continued to probe her rubbery little anus.
"Fuck her in the ass?" Lisa finished calmly. "Yes, I think he is ..."
His own beautiful mother! Yet, Billy was awed because he didn't feel any real resentment against Ray! It seemed different, now that he could see what they did. And, he sensed somehow that his mother liked this type lovemaking. Ray was so confident, so sure of himself, that Billy had to admire his stepfather.
Billy felt a strong wave of impatience sweeping him. He wanted to see the act completed.
"Oh, God ... I want to ...!" The words slipped from his lips and he looked guiltily over at Lisa. She had heard, and she said soberly, "You want to fuck mother, don't you?"
The boy was too embarrassed to do anything except nod.
"I don't wonder. She's so beautiful. I hope I'm as beautiful as she is when I'm grown up."
"You are already," Billy blurted in a loud whisper. He couldn't take his eyes from the lewd scene in the next room. Ray was now nudging the thickly swollen head of his cock up into their mother's tiny anus, and as he settled into a rhythmic thrusting motion that allowed his cock to disappear completely into her rectum with each stroke, the two teenagers lay side by side on the dressing room floor, their eyes glued to the scene, saying nothing, but running their hands lustfully over each other's body.
* * *
Ray had pulled his wife up to her knees, so that the rounded hills of her ass-flesh jutted out enticingly, allowing him clear entry to her anus. "Say it, darling ..." he begged.
"I like you to fuck me in the ass, Ray, darling ..." she said obediently.
His fingers played with the glistening slit of her pussy as he thrust in and out of her wide-stretched nether entrance, and Laura wriggled and twisted, partly in enjoyment, and partly to ease the burning pain that his dagger-like cock was inflicting inside her rectum. She thought she would die of shame if ever anyone found out that she allowed Ray to do this, or admit that in a strange lewd way, she actually enjoyed doing it.
"Oh God ... it's so fucking tight!" Ray exploded.
She shook her dark head from side to side as he began lunging into her hotly clenching rectum with increased force and speed.
"Ahhhh ... ohhh ... Ray ... Ray ..." Laura ground out, as the pain turned to pleasure and her body came alive with desire. He was massaging her wetly seeping cunt, with one extended middle finger thrusting thickly in and out of her steaming vagina, while his buttocks bucked up and down steadily, like a rutting stallion.
* * *
Lisa and Billy watched from the curtained doorway, entranced by the pure lust they saw, and the exquisite pleasure that each was obviously feeling from the anal intercourse. Billy had slid his pants down, and now he climbed atop his sister's back, letting his lust-stiffened cock rub into the smooth hairless crack of her ass--an area he had not yet explored. As they heard Laura moan in delight, Billy asked, "You ever done it that way?"
"Not yet," Lisa gasped, feeling her brother's blood-hot penis playing about near her own excited anus. "But if you spit on your hand and rub it on your prick ... maybe you can pretend I'm Mother!"
Raw lust overcame Billy. It suddenly seemed all right, watching his mother being fucked anally, while he performed the same act on his sister Lisa. They shared the same blood, why not the same passions and delights? Her buttocks wriggled enticingly, pleading nakedly for his throbbing cock, and after wetting the tight sphincter with his saliva-wet finger, he pressed the tip of his cock into the perversely alluring opening.
Their parents were so busy with their own lusts that they were unaware of the two youngsters, or of anything except the overpowering joy that consumed them. Billy's pulsating member began to penetrate his sister's rubbery nether opening and with a sudden popping motion, the entire head of it went inside her virginal anus. He heard Lisa groan softly with pain, and he hoped desperately she wouldn't cry out and betray their position. He took a clue from Ray, and just when she seemed to be ready to cry out, Billy pushed his cock deep into Lisa's anus with all his strength! He had to grit his teeth to keep from crying out in pleasure himself, and as his cock slid more easily into Lisa's virgin rectum, she suppressed her cries and gave way to a series of low, guttural moans of unmistakable pleasure.
After a moment, she began to move in rhythm with his eager thrusts, and a haze settled over Billy's mind. It seemed to be his mother that he was ass-fucking, not his fourteen year old sister--and she was loving it! He felt her jerking in wild encouragement as he filled her softly yielding rectal passage, and she was moaning with pleasure, begging him for more! His own mom!
He moved his hand down to his mother's cunt, and felt it wet and hot beneath his fingers. Hungry for her cum, he manipulated the passion-inflamed nub of her clitoris, teasing, tormenting her, driving her insane with lust. Oh, God, he thought ... her asshole is tight! And the feeling that swept him from head to foot was something he'd never felt before. It was ecstasy! He fucked harder and harder, wanting her to beg him to stop ... to beg him not to stop ... he wanted her to be totally and eternally his woman!
"Don't stop ..." Lisa moaned in a hoarse whisper. She was half-crazy with lust as her brother's cock moved in and out of her virginal anus, making her whole body react obscenely in a dance of abandoned lust. "Oh ... God ... I'm cumming ... I'm cumming ...!" Lisa moaned. "You cum, too ... please ... please ..."
Now Billy plunged in and out of his sister's vise-tight rectum, utterly out of control. A glance told him that his mother and stepfather were also in the last stages of orgasm, as their bodies flailed wildly about on the bed and low cries flooded from his mother's throat.
"Oh ... Billy ... Billy!" Lisa groaned, her body stiffening then going suddenly limp beneath his driving cock-thrusts.
"Cum now!" Ray commanded in a gasp, as Billy saw his mother's body arch backward, absorbing the enormous cock's streams of hot semen as they shot up into her defenseless anus! The thrill of climax overcame her and she whimpered with pleasure, collapsing onto the bed on her belly, as her husband's body draped across her back, still plunging slowly in and out of her sperm-filled rectum with his softening cock. Their animalistic groans blended into a cacophony of sensual gibberish.
Billy felt his own cock come suddenly alive, with fiery spurts of his own juices shooting up inside Lisa's rectal passage in imitation of their parents' lewd climax. His whole body and soul seemed one throbbing mass of joy, and his ecstasy seemed to be seeping into his very mind and blood. His teenage flesh was only a playground for passions that were now utterly out of control, and as he slowly collapsed on his sister's now motionless body, he heard his own voice, as if from a different world, muttering softly, "Mother oh, Mother ..."
Chapter 8
Laura Moore stood before her full-length dressing-table mirror, examining her body in the glass. She still had a youthfully good-looking figure, she was convinced, but the surprising thing to her was the depths of sexual pleasure she had been able to enjoy using this body as Ray asked her to.
She blushed suddenly at the remembrance of how much she had enjoyed anal sex the day before with her husband. To think that she had been so reluctant now seemed silly. She had determined to trust Ray in all forms of sex play or intercourse that he chose. He was a master at bringing her to her peak performance and in the doing, giving her the ultimate in sensual pleasure ...
Laura thought she heard a noise from her dressing room, and she cast a quick glance that way. Just guilt, she decided, and she picked up a brush and began stroking her dark hair. She watched the way her breasts undulated with each upward movement of her arms, and the way the muscles of her stomach rippled. She was an exciting woman! She was pleased with her body and with her marriage. Ray was so wonderful, and it was all working out so well with Billy.
She frowned suddenly as she thought of her thirteen year old son. Yes, for the most part, he was obviously happy, but there were times when she couldn't fathom what was going on in his mind. At breakfast this morning, for instance, he had looked at her with an enigmatic smile that told her he loved her, yet hid something else. His eyes had seemed hot and somewhat troubled as he had let them rove over her body, encased in a somewhat flimsy gown and robe. It was almost the same sort of look that Ray gave her, she thought with some trepidation.
And he looked so much like his father at times ... Laura made an impatient gesture with the hairbrush. She shouldn't be thinking of Billy's father. He had deserted her ... given her only misery and slavery ...
Unknown to Laura, the object of her troubled thoughts was now observing her. From his vantage point in the dressing room, Billy was watching every tiny movement of his mother's exciting body. He watched her breasts rise and fall with her brushing, wishing that he could take one of them in his mouth, to tease and torment the nipple and feel the resilient flesh give beneath his touch. He liked the way she looked at herself in the mirror. He loved her dark curly hair and the lust-inciting curve of her buttocks and shapely thighs. In the mirror, he could see the reflection of her darkly mysterious cuntal "vee" and the curl-shaded slit that was her cunt! His cock was jerking madly, growing harder every moment, and a new thrill had come to him at the daring of what he was doing. He was supposed to be out shopping with his sister and stepfather, but he had begged off at the last moment, pretending illness, and had sneaked back into the house without his mother's knowing it.
He knew what he had to do, and there was no choice, after what he had seen here the day before. He was amazed at his own nerve, but he felt he could not control himself. It was as if some great magnet were drawing him to watch his naked mother!
He was trembling slightly, as if anticipating a great event, though he didn't know what it might be. The sight of this beautiful woman was shredding his willpower. She had been his dream for so long ... so terribly long ... and now, she stood naked before him, allowing him to feast his eyes and soul on all her intimate parts!
Laura began to hum softly, and to Billy, she sounded like an angel. His eyes bulged as if to take in even more of her incredible loveliness, and without realizing it, he said in a full, gasping voice, "Oh, Mother!"
Laura turned instantly to face the dressing room curtain, her eyes wide, her mouth open. She had heard her son's voice, and she wasn't sure if her mind were playing tricks on her. She laid the brush down and ran to the curtains, pulling them open with a jerk. There, cowering helplessly in the dimness, was her son!
"What on earth ...!" Laura gasped.
Billy was in his jockey shorts on the floor, and with a shock, she became aware that his cock was erect and throbbing under the thin material and that his eyes were fastened upon her breasts, in spite of his obvious fear! She quickly grabbed her negligee from a nearby chair and threw it on, but it did little to hide her womanly features. Instead, to her aroused son's eyes, it added mystery to the allure of her beautifully shaped body.
"Billy ..." Laura gasped. "What are you doing here?"
She pulled him out of the area and into the light of the bedroom. He felt ashamed and helpless. The worst had happened. He was evil, and now, he would get the punishment he so richly deserved. Suddenly, he began to cry.
Laura sat on the chair before her dressing table, holding Billy before her.
"I'm so bad ... so sinful ..." he sobbed.
She was in a state of bewilderment. He couldn't have done this deliberately. He must have come into the room to tell her something, then became frightened and hid! Her heart went out to him, but she realized she had to be firm. He could have stumbled in and found her and Ray at an awkward and embarrassing moment. She had to put a stop to it ... to show him that even in their loving household, there were rules he had to obey.
She picked up the silver-handled hairbrush and said, "Billy ... turn around ..." He was pretty grownup to be spanked, but Laura knew she had to do something.
Billy closed his eyes under her menacing stare of displeasure. And another thing was bothering him--the woman scent of his mother's body, the closeness to her ... it was driving him wild with desire.
He wanted to run and keep running forever, but his mother held him fast. The warm, personal smell of her was playing havoc with his emotions. She was pulling him closer. God--what was she doing?
Laura bent her son over her knees and pulled down his underpants. He was big, and it was awkward, but he surrendered to her and made it easier. She looked at his bare white buttocks, feeling the rigidness of his aroused penis pressing into her thigh, where it had emerged boldly through the opening of his shorts. The brush made a hissing sound as it sailed through the air and smacked his buttocks sharply!
"Aaahhh ...!" Billy cried out. He felt another blow strike, and still others, but he wasn't really aware of the stinging pain in his buttocks. Each time she raised the brush and delivered a blow, his cock pushed more hotly into the soft flesh of her legs, now rock-hard and throbbing insistently.
A curious mixture of emotions was wracking his teenage body. He cried out, "No! Mother--no!" But he didn't really want her to stop. There was too much pleasure in what she was doing.
Laura, too, was experiencing some strange emotions. She was justifying the spanking by telling herself it was for her son's own good, but she realized that she was getting a strange thrill from it ... and that a great part of that thrill was sexual! She felt closer to Billy than she ever had before! It was almost a man-woman closeness, rather than that of a mother and son! She continued on with more blows.
Billy had stopped crying out now, and he groaned with pleasure as the brush inflicted pain and pleasure to his body. The excitement was too much. He felt he would faint, and at the same time, he could feel his sperm boiling inside his loins. He knew he would cum in a moment, and he did not want to face the awful embarrassment he would feel. But he couldn't stop his cock from pushing eagerly against her flesh, and as the sharp back of the brush bit into his buttocks, he lost control completely, and he felt spurts of semen shooting from his cock onto his mother's leg!
The world seemed to be ending. He was evil--rotten.
Laura stopped suddenly as she felt the warm wetness oozing on her thigh. She flushed scarlet as she realized that her son had cum, and that she had been responsible.
"Get up!" Laura screamed. Billy scrambled to his feet, his face red as he glanced down at the messy front of his shorts, now wet with semen.
Full realization dawned on Laura's face as she eyed the cum-soaked shorts and the wet spots on her own thin gown and leg.
"My God!" she said apprehensively. "What have I done?" She began to tremble. "Go to your room!" she spluttered.
Billy ran from the room in total confusion, sobs breaking from his throat.
After he had gone, Laura sat staring into space. She was thunderstruck at what she had done, and her fingers touched the sticky moisture on her gown with a feeling of horror. To add to, her horror, she became aware that she was wet and sticky between her own thighs!
* * *
Laura was troubled all the rest of the day. She just couldn't meet Billy's eyes, and he did not attempt to face her. Both felt extreme guilt, and both blamed themselves, while at the same time, each wondered what had gone on in the other's mind during the spanking that had culminated in Billy's orgasm.
In bed with Ray that night, Laura was bursting with a need to talk to him about the incident, but she couldn't bring herself to such a shameful confession. Ray made it easy for her, not giving her a chance to speak much. He got into bed and immediately began to caress her breasts and thighs, letting her know his eagerness for lovemaking.
But he noticed her lackadaisical submission and asked if something were wrong. She wanted to shout out YES! but she didn't. Instead, she just shook her head. Ray felt her body relax and said suddenly, "I know ... you just weren't satisfied yesterday, darling. I know you like to have my cock inside your cunt ... or maybe ... maybe I'm just not satisfying you as a lover."
It shocked Laura. Ray was a perfect lover! Yet the thought haunted her ... maybe she really was unsatisfied! She didn't know who it was, but she had been aware for some time that a deep, gnawing desire for someone ... something ... had been growing inside her.
"Do you think you'd like some other lover?" Ray asked somberly.
"How could I?" Laura wailed. "You're so perfect! So wonderful. How could you think such a thing?"
"Calm down, darling. It happens. A woman as beautiful as you sometimes wants ... and deserves ... more than one lover!"
"You're joking!" Laura gasped. "I don't understand some of your weird ideas, sometimes!"
Ray's hand was on her breast and the other was pulling her body close to him so that his cock was grinding against her warm pussy. She got the same helpless feeling she always did with Ray. He could have her any way he chose, and she couldn't deny him.
"Now, just imagine that you had someone else's hard, big cock pushing against your cunt. Wouldn't it thrill you? To have someone else doing this?" Ray's cock pressed harder against her moistening pussy, and she felt her passions begin to rise. She tried to fight the idea he was forcing on her. How could she desire or submit to another man? She loved her husband too deeply. He was too good to her, sexually as well as in every other way.
But the memory of that afternoon sprang unbidden to her mind. Suddenly it was Billy's hard cock pushing against her pussy, replacing Ray's! The wetness in her cunt was because of Billy--not Ray! Laura moaned in agony as she realized the truth. She did want her own son's cock inside her ... she wanted him to make total love to her!
"Are you thinking about another lover doing this to you?" Ray panted into her ear. "If that would make you complete, darling ... with no more hang-ups ... it would be wonderful. Think! No inhibitions! No more holding back anything!"
Laura was growing dizzy from the unwanted desires in her body, and suddenly, she began to imagine that it was Billy in bed with her. It was her son's hand that was caressing her buttocks, and his stiff young penis that was pressing so savagely against the lips of her wet hot pussy!
She was appalled at the realization that the touch felt familiar. She must have gone through this fantasy subconsciously, she realized, ever since Billy had come home! It was obscene! Shameful! Yet, she was reacting to Ray's caresses ... or Billy's ... like a common slut. Her hips began to gyrate, allowing the satisfyingly hardened penis to go into the tender slit of her vagina, tormenting her.
Suddenly, Billy's face and the face of his real father became as a superimposed picture! It was Bill and Billy whose cock she felt! She screamed automatically, "Don't touch me!"
Ray knew that his plan was working, and he said harshly, "Spread your legs wider! Open up your cunt!"
In a daze, Laura obeyed, and she felt his thick hard cock begin to penetrate the moist hungry interior of her cunt. She wanted him ... or one of the images that now confused her brain. She wanted that hard cock of Billy's inside her, and yet ... she abhorred the idea! Ray rolled her onto her back, her legs spread wide, her cunt hungrily accepting his now-plunging cock!
Ray knew what she must be going through, but he wanted the barriers that kept her from being a total lover broken, once and for all!
Laura wanted to let herself go completely, to shout out, "Fuck me, Billy, honey ... fuck me with your little-boy cock!" But she couldn't make herself do it.
"I'm going to fuck you harder than you've ever been fucked before!" Ray gasped savagely, ramming his cock faster into her torrid cunt. As the giant rod pressed relentlessly deeper into her cuntal walls, she cried out "NO!" She couldn't accept Bill's cock. It had to be Ray's!
"YES!" Ray said cruelly, driving his punishing weapon into her to the very hilt, so that their pelvic bones ground painfully together.
He began to push mercilessly deep, wanting to give her the greatest cuntal sensations she'd ever had, wanting her to feel she was being ripped apart, totally possessed by the massive shaft that was hammering away at her yielding vagina.
"Oh, God ... you're getting it ... all of it ...!" Ray gasped in ecstasy as he felt her responding perfectly to his hammering thrusts. "Tell me you'd like another lover ... many lovers," he spoke in a gruff, hoarse voice of command.
The words stuck in her throat, and his fingernails raked her soft flesh to force the answer out, making her feel alive and aware, from head to foot.
Her body surrendered to her emotions, and her inner, secret thoughts came to the surface. And as she felt her climax rising inside her, she screamed loudly, "Yes! Yes! I want other lovers ... many lovers ... many men fucking me like this ..."
Ray knew that the last of her resistance was gone, and that from then on, his wife would be totally uninhibited, his to do whatever he wanted with. He was elated, for he had known instinctively that she was holding back in some way.
Desire engulfed him like a wave of white-hot lava, and Laura seemed to share his lewd needs. Her imagination ran wild. First it was Bill, her former husband, fucking her, and then it was her son Billy, and no matter which one she envisioned, her passions had never before been so exquisitely aroused! Their bodies were a perfect blend of raw lust, as she thrust up madly to match his rutting lunges. Ray held her legs wide, then pulled them up over his shoulders, so that her cunt felt more open than she had ever thought it could. She felt his shaft of blood-engorged male flesh striking unplumbed depths of her pussy, pounding her cushiony cervix, exploding upward into her insides!
"Oh God give it all to me ... Fuck me ... please never stop fucking me ..." Laura cried as their bodies melted into an orgasm so strong that it seemed to rock their very souls!
* * *
An hour later, Ray was seated at the kitchen table, sipping a glass of cold milk. He had left Laura sleeping soundly, a smile of happiness wreathing her lovely face. She had been fantastic, and Ray was looking forward to all the nights and days they would have together, with nothing to stand between them and perfect sexual union. And soon, he reflected slyly, the entire family would be united in the kind of relationship he had planned all along. They would be complete, in every facet. They would need no one else on earth for total happiness.
He glanced at the clock and saw that it was after one o'clock. It was late, but he knew that Lisa would be happy to see him when he sneaked into her room ... and one day soon, when the whole family had agreed to his plans, there would be no more sneaking around in the dark house!
Chapter 9
Billy was sitting on Lisa's bed, and looking hungrily at the "vee" of her pussy, outlined clearly by her brief tight shorts. He could tell she had no panties on, because of the smooth, unbroken curve of her buttocks when she walked. He thought he caught a glimpse of a wisp of blonde pubic hair, and it excited him. Strange, he thought, how exciting a woman's body can be--even with clothes on!
"Brace yourself for a goodie, lover-boy!" Lisa said mysteriously, her brown eyes sparkling and her freckled face breaking into a wide smile.
"Tonight--if you play it right, you're going to have a chance to do something I know you've wanted for a long time!" She was enjoying the puzzlement and anticipation she saw mirrored on his eager, boyish face. "You're going to have a chance to fuck Mother!" She smiled lustfully at her brother. "Our beautiful, sexy mother ... tonight!"
Billy flushed red and squirmed about at the thought, feeling his prick begin to grow hard at the very thought. Lisa babbled on: "Don't look so shocked. She'll enjoy it as much as you will. She's been hot for your cock for a long time. I can tell."
Billy's mind went to the day she had spanked him and he had shot cum all over her gown and leg, and she had ordered him out of the room. He wondered if Lisa really knew what she was talking about. She had been getting some pretty wild ideas of late, and Billy wondered if she didn't dream up half the stuff she passed on to him as truths.
"And besides, the way it will work, she won't even know that it's your cock inside her, and then she won't want to stop. You'll see!"
Billy's brain was dancing at the thought, but he couldn't see how he could trick his mother into letting him fuck her. Another of Lisa's wild ideas! He watched her as she fidgeted about, rubbing her thighs together, and he knew that she was getting hot at the thought. If she wanted to be fucked, he wondered, why didn't she just say so, or take off her clothes.
He hadn't seen his mother all day. She had taken both breakfast and lunch in her bedroom, saying she felt a bit ill.
Billy was grateful. He hadn't been able to meet her gaze since he and Lisa had watched Ray fuck her in the ass, and then the spanking she had given him had deflated his confidence completely. She'd made him feel like a wicked little boy ... like Ma Baylor had made him feel when she caught him playing with his cock.
And yet, Lisa was telling him this incredible tale. How could it possibly be true, even though he had dreamed about it and pretended he was fucking her, while he was actually fucking Lisa.
"Tonight ..." Billy said warily.
Lisa nodded, beaming at him. "Yes ... at last it's going to happen," she said almost as if she had been waiting for this moment as eagerly as he had. But Lisa was not going to explain the details to him. She was wet between her legs, and she could stand it no longer. She had to be fucked now! She flung herself on her brother, tumbling him backward on her bed, flattening her body against his and moving her hips so that her pelvis ground against his already hardening cock.
"We've got to do it, Billy! You can practice for tonight. I want to have sex so bad ... so very bad!"
Billy wasn't much below her level of arousal and he put his hands around her tight-cheeked buttocks, pulling her closer to him and moving his own body in unison with hers.
"I'll show you something new." Lisa exploded in excitement. "Something we haven't done before, but I know it's something that Mother will love! I know she will! Any female would!"
His interest was piqued, but Billy still wanted to know more about the upcoming evening. "First, tell me ..." he began, but she interrupted by standing up and peeling off her clothes quickly. As she stood gloriously naked before him, Billy's whole body surrendered to his desire for her. He could see her nipples were taut with passion, and as he looked at her soft blonde pubic triangle, he saw moisture shining on the lips of her cunt! He knew that they would be soon engaged in a tempest of lust, for he couldn't resist her enchanting body, and the gentle, then wild ways she made sexual love. He adored her, he knew ... sometimes, more than his mother, it seemed.
He lay back and let her take his clothes off. And as her hot hands began to rove over his eager teenage body, and her lips caressed the most touchy spots, Billy forgot all about his mother and the promise of fucking her that night, and went off into a lewd sexual wonderland that was every bit as wonderful as his sister had promised.
* * *
Laura had been pretending to be ill. She needed the entire day to think about what she had agreed to let Ray arrange for her. The thought of a strange man entering her cunt with his cock was half-alarming, and yet there was a sharp thrill every time she tried to envision how it would feel.
She had tried to read. She had even perused some of the lurid passages in a sexy novel that she had bought but never read, trying to imagine that she was the sluttish heroine who took on every male that came near her in an insatiable lust for total sexual fulfillment. It was degrading, she decided, what Ray had planned. Why had she ever agreed? How could he love her and ask her to submit to the lovemaking of another man? Maybe he was losing his mind ... or perhaps it was she who was becoming mentally disturbed.
All the wild sex that she had engaged in with him--could it be affecting her mind? And then that terrible scene with Billy in the dressing room.
As she tried to imagine what sort of person Ray was going to have come to her, a strange thrill of lust took hold of her. How would it feel to have her hot cunt stuffed with the hard thick cock of another man? It was a shameful idea, yet it couldn't be wrong! Her own husband had arranged it, and she knew in her heart that Ray loved her truly and deeply.
But the most mystifying thing was that she had agreed, and now was even looking forward to the meeting with a stranger, for sex!
She got out of bed often, pacing, looking at her face and her body in the huge mirror. She could not believe that it was Laura Moore she was looking at. She was a different person--a wanton, lustful whore! She got back into bed and held the blindfold that Ray had given her, handling it with distaste. She glanced at the clock and saw that it was less than five minutes until her stranger-lover was to appear. She was trembling as she tied the wide black band across her eyes. She still wondered if she could go through with it, as she lay back on the pillows on top of the covers, and tried to relax.
Ray had made her promise that she would lie there, naked, with her legs spread open in lewd preparation. He told her that she would not be disappointed, but in fact, would be deliciously delighted at the lover he had chosen for her. She felt weak as she spread her legs wide, and yet her heart was pounding in anticipation and lust! She wondered how Ray could have had such a deep insight into her desires, when she had not even known they were there?
It seemed an eternity that she lay there, legs spread wide, her body bare and lovely, her soft, cream skin glowing in the gentle lamplight. She lay there so long that she began to wonder if something had gone wrong with Ray's plans. Maybe the man had backed out at the last minute. She found herself hoping first that he had, then an instant later, that he hadn't! She fell into a half-doze, and the soft night breeze flowed over her body like a cooling bath as she put all thoughts from her mind and sank deeper into sleep.
* * *
Billy and Lisa crept noiselessly down the hall approaching their mother's room. It had been past midnight when Lisa had knocked on his door, and motioned him to join her in the hall. He was trembling, in spite of the fact that he had been convinced by Lisa that afternoon that everything was going to work out wonderfully.
He was naked, but had a bathrobe thrown loosely about his body, and as Lisa turned the knob of their mother's door and they tiptoed in, Billy could hardly control his breathing. It was as if he were reliving a recurring dream.
He gasped as he looked into the softly lit room and saw his mother lying naked on the bed! Her legs were opened wide, revealing the damp, pinkish folds of flesh hidden beneath the wisps of her dark pussy hair, and Billy's cock began to dance and jerk wildly beneath his robe at the sight. Laura Moore was a vision of brown and cream, and she seemed to be napping. Billy couldn't take his eyes from the soft dark triangle of her exposed pussy, so near, so vulnerable and exciting! Something seemed to take over his whole being. There was nothing in the whole world for him but this beautiful woman's body. He stood frozen, his breath hissing softly, his mouth open, his eyes wide and staring at the open cunt he had dreamed of invading for so long.
Lisa looked at her thirteen year old brother, placing her finger to her lips to signal silence. She took his hand and they moved closer to the bed until they stood beside it, looking down at their sleeping mother. Lisa squeezed his hand and whispered, "Isn't she the most magnificent thing you've ever seen?" Billy could only gulp and nod his head.
"Go ahead," Lisa whispered, "do what I showed you this afternoon. She needs you and wants you. Be gentle until she really gets wild ... then ... do whatever you want to her!"
She gave him a little nudge and he moved hesitantly closer to the bed. His knees were quaking as he climbed up onto the bed and knelt in between his mother's widespread legs. The heady female smell of her acted like a spur to his senses, and he was in a trance-like state, hardly aware of what he was doing or even who he was, mesmerized by the sight and smell of his mother's desirable, Venus-like body! He looked at her blindfolded face and felt a sudden urge to run, but the warm honey-scent of her pussy held him captive. He couldn't leave now, not even if his life depended on it.
Feeling Lisa prodding him in the back, Billy placed his hands gently on the soft white flesh of her inner thighs, spreading them with his thumbs. Then his face went down to the enticing nest of his mother's pussy! A dizziness took hold of him as he began to lick softly at the enticing flesh-folds inside the lips of his mother's cunt. He could taste her sweetness, and his tongue played with the bud of clitoral flesh that his sister had taught him was the very vortex of a woman's sexual responsiveness.
The sudden moist contact sent a violent thrill racing over Laura's body as she came partially awake. She cried out in surprise, forgetting for a second the strange arrangement she had agreed to be part of. Then she fell back with a sigh of resignation as she felt the stranger's lips pressing eagerly into her cuntal opening, the tongue playing teasingly with her clitoris.
The scent was doing strange things to Billy. He felt surges of desire that seemed to take control of his being. It was heavenly, like something wonderful he had known long ago, but couldn't recall. He licked slowly and as he felt his mother's pussy open eagerly to him, he grew bolder. He dug his tongue in deeper, searching for the inner folds of tissue that tasted so tantalizingly pleasant, sucking a mouthful of her pussy into his mouth, then letting his teeth gently rake the flesh as he released it and continued to probe her pussy with his tongue.
He never wanted to stop. This was his total fulfillment, to know that he was bringing such deep pleasure to the woman he adored. His heart was full and his whole body seemed new and alive, as if this were what he was born to do! He was utterly lost in her pussy, and he never wanted to leave it.
Laura's legs began to tremble, then her buttocks undulated slowly, as her original hesitation gave way to the soothing, yet exciting ministrations of the mouth of her lover on her cunt. She was being pussy-licked by someone she didn't even know! It sent a lustful thrill over her body, and she moved to allow her lover more access to her warmly throbbing cunt. Her hands sought out the head of her unknown lover, and pushed his mouth even deeper up between her quivering legs. She could feel his soft, smooth hair running through her fingers as he licked wildly at her now flaming cunt. She began to twist about to allow him to reach every tiny crevice, and she moaned lewdly at first, then began to whisper encouragement to him.
"Oh that's so good so good there ... ah, right there ... faster ... faster, lover!" She held his head firmly when he struck a particularly pleasureful spot, and Billy licked and sucked wildly, using his teeth, lips and tongue to provide her with the greatest pleasure he was capable of. He thought his heart would hammer itself from his body, so great was his excitement at tongue-fucking his own mother.
He buried his face as deep into the flesh of her cunt as he could, wallowing in the lewd feel, taste and smell of her passion-seared pussy. He wished he could stay there forever. And his mother was moaning and loving it ... everything he was doing to her! She kept stroking his head and saying unintelligible things. Finally, she began to use endearments, almost cooing to him as he continued to lave her steaming cunt with his tongue.
He was her slave, giving her all the pleasure she deserved, and he wanted to be her slave for the rest of his life. He wanted to hear her cries of pleasure, always. He sucked on her desire-swollen clitoris, flicking it with his tongue, using his teeth, until she cried out, "Oh, God ... ohhhhh ..." Her cunt felt completely removed from her body, as if it were all there were to her ... one wide, throbbing, wonderfully satisfied cunt!
Billy's head bobbed up and down and rolled from side to side, like that of a nuzzling animal, and he became slowly more savage, sucking the loose folds of flesh into his mouth and nibbling at them almost cruelly, driving Laura half wild with his mad lust. Grunting and groaning, he gasped for breath as he continued to attack her yielding pussy. It was so good ... he couldn't find words to describe how marvelous his body felt. His cock was jerking about beneath him, rock-hard and throbbing, rubbing maddeningly against the bedclothes. He knew that he couldn't last much longer. He had to put it into this heavenly slit, or he would burst!
Laura seemed like a woman possessed. Her cunt felt greedy, as though it could never be satisfied. Ray was so right about her. She did need this. It was a wondrous release that seemed to cleanse and renew her. She was at a feverish pitch of passion as this unknown man's agile tongue flicked unceasingly at the raw nub of flesh, and her legs clamped around his head as she drew him still closer to her hungry cunt!
Billy was so lost in his mother's pussy that he had completely forgotten his sister, nor was he aware that his stepfather had entered the room.
Ray stood quietly, watching the lovemaking scene with obvious pleasure. He was stark naked in preparation for the family orgy he'd planned, and now his cock stood out stiff and erect as he watched Laura's obvious enjoyment of her son's lewd tonguing. Lisa stood nearby, breathing loudly, as her hands fondled her own breasts. Ray stepped up to the bed and matter-of-factly straddled his wife's writhing body, slowly and deliberately placing his blood-swollen cock to her moaning lips!
The shock of his weight on the bed near her head caused his blindfolded wife to stop her moaning. She tried to push the intruder off. Panic filled her. She hadn't been told that there would be two lovers, nor that anyone else would be there to see her shameful adultery!
But Ray's deep, husky voice stilled her.
"Lie back, honey," he said calmly. "Take my cock in your mouth." He shoved the bloated bulbous head forward, crushing her soft wet lips against her teeth with its bulk.
Billy looked up in sudden bewilderment. He realized in a crashing wave of sanity that it was Ray who was astride his mother, and whose cock was being shoved rudely into her lovely mouth! He whirled his head quickly to see if Lisa was still there. In his own lust, he had completely forgotten everyone in the world but his mother!
Lisa saw the consternation and fear on her brother's face, and she suddenly felt defensive. His eyes seemed to be blaming her for all that had happened. She drew herself up in her naked beauty, standing proudly. "Well, Billy," she said softly, "just who did you think was in my room all those nights? Didn't you guess?"
Billy's head was reeling as the pieces began to fit.
"Ray taught me everything I know!" Lisa said proudly.
Billy was too shaken to try to go over the whole series of events. Besides, the only thing that was important to him now was that he get back to the wonderful, luscious body of his mother. Her hips still gyrated wildly as she took her husband's throbbing penis into her mouth, and Billy wanted to ... he had to ... go on sucking the sweet juices from her cunt, for an eternity or more. He turned back to her cunt without replying to his sister, and Lisa's face broke into a sexy, satisfied smile as she watched her mother sucking her stepfather's cock, while her brother sucked avidly at the eager, hot cunt of their mom.
At first, Laura resisted the push of Ray's cock into her mouth, but she quickly relaxed when she knew it was her husband. She felt strange, knowing that she held his massive thickness in her mouth, while another man was sucking her cunt. She felt as if she were being used ... like a cheap whore ... by both of them, but the very thought roused her to even greater lust. The huge shaft impaled her mouth, her cunt was being ravaged, she was blindfolded, helpless. Yet the thought of it was driving her to a frenzy of perverse passion!
Ray was insistently pressing deeper into her mouth now, going deeper with each thrust of his blood-heavy cock. He undulated his pelvis, pushing and pulling his shaft between Laura's roundly grasping lips in rapidly increasing strokes. He looked down with lustful eyes at her face, now distorted by his huge angry cock and twisted lewdly with the pleasure that she was receiving from the hungry mouth of her son, whose own face was now buried deep in her steaming cunt!
Ray buried his cock deeply into Laura's throat, his eyes shining as he saw her cheeks puffed out and her mouth gaping wide to accommodate his throbbing member. He laughed softly to himself as he thought what would happen when the blindfold was removed from his wife's eyes. Surprise would be a mild word to use. She would be thunderstruck!
An obscene chorus of wet sucking noises filled the room as the incestuous orgy continued. Laura's body was being buffeted from both ends, by tongue and cock, and she felt like a meaningless mass of sensation. Yet her body was filled with a passion that exceeded anything she'd ever known. And a great curiosity gnawed at her to know the identity of the lover who was bringing such thrills to her loins with his eager, hungry sucking and licking.
Lisa stood close to the bed, watching her stepfather's cock plunging in and out of her mother's ovalled mouth, and, unable to contain her own passions any longer, she pushed her hands in under Ray's sawing buttocks and trapped her mother's sensitive nipples between the thumb and forefinger of each hand, tweaking them in the same rhythmic pattern of the three obscenely gyrating bodies.
"Ohhhhhhh God ...! I'm coming apart ...!" Laura gurgled around the rod of red-hot cock-flesh in her mouth. Searing flames of desire were devouring her body, emanating in her hair-lined cunt and spreading like wildfire to every part of her nakedly tormented flesh. Her mouth was so full of Ray's cock that it seemed to her that she had two cunts, and that both were being so satisfied that she could not contain her lust.
Her orgasm hit her like a tidal wave, and she went completely out of control, slipping away into a world that was far from reality--a world that centered in her mouth and her cunt. It was like a dip into a pool of hot lava, and the source of the hot liquid that consumed her seemed to be in her cunt. Wave after wave of orgasmic feeling swept upward, and she felt her mouth filling with the hot, sticky semen from her husband's spouting penis.
She made gurgling sounds in her throat as she swallowed his cum, scarcely aware that her unknown lover was still sucking hungrily at the juices that flooded her cunt. Her body jerked violently in orgasm and then she lay quiet, throbbing in the deep ecstasy that was almost like a swoon, as she reveled in the waves of dying passion that now soothed and caressed her body and her soul.
Ray pulled his spent cock at last from Laura's mouth and stood beside the bed, his face beaming with satisfaction.
Billy looked up from between his mother's legs, his eyes blurred with emotion. He saw Ray smiling down at him, and he tried a grin, but it came off weakly. He was still too confused by what was happening, and too lost in worship of the body that lay so close to him. He did realize vaguely that it was Ray who was behind all of this ... and who had probably been responsible for the peephole in his stepson's bedroom wall, knowing that Billy would watch his sister, and that he eventually would have sex with her. After all, he had tutored her carefully in the ways of seduction, and Billy now knew she had been an excellent student.
Billy could still taste the sweetness of his mother's pussy on his lips, and his face was wet with her juices. He felt somehow that he had stepped into a new world--a world of manhood and total love.
"It's time Laura was fucked ..." Ray said calmly, and Lisa began to dance in anticipation, her young breasts bouncing saucily.
Billy needed no encouragement. He got to his knees, his rigid young penis bouncing up and down as he stared at the wide-open cunt of his mother. Did he dare? It seemed too much for a boy like him to try ... to satisfy such a beautiful, sexy woman as this. My mother ... my own mother ... he thought, somewhat awed, now that he was so close to fulfilling his dream.
Almost without being aware of what he was doing, he found his hardened penis pushing into her lust-wet cuntal lips. He could see the muscles of her thighs and her stomach rippling as she felt his cock go inside her pussy. The very belly that had once held him!
His head was light and his body seemed to be detached. He felt as if he were an observer, standing beside the bed, yet feeling all the wonderful sensations that went with this incredible fucking. He shuddered with pleasure as his love-swollen member slid in and was surrounded by the velvety warmth of his mother's passion-damp pussy! It was like the gates of heaven had opened to him.
He pushed in further, wishing vaguely that he were as big as Ray, and that his cock was even bigger. But when Laura felt the smaller, boyish cock, stiff and erect, enter her cunt, she went wild. It was as if she had waited all her life for this moment! She knew suddenly, and with certainty, that it was Billy who was fucking her--and that she had wanted his cock inside her from the beginning of time!
Billy placed his hands beneath her thighs, pulling her lips wider, pushing up, up ... way up into the wet recesses of his wonderful mother's cunt. The inner muscles of her vagina pumped at his pulsating member, sucking at it almost as if she had it in her mouth!
He was delirious with joy, and tears formed in his eyes, and huge sobs broke from his throat. Laura was undulating her buttocks passionately, lifting up so that his cock could go into her to the limit, writhing with a burning lust to engulf his entire boyish shaft. "Aaaahhh ... ooohhh," she groaned with each thrust of his prick as she met it with her arched body. The two bodies fell into a rhythmic motion of thrust and counter-thrust. Both knew that they could not continue much longer. Their need was too great.
"Ohhhhh, sweet lover ... I'm cumming ... make me cum ... never stop fucking me ..." Laura cried.
Billy was beyond control. He released his body to emotion, and let his hot sperm shoot into her welcoming cunt with wild abandon. Falling forward atop her writhing body, he began to kiss her wildly on the neck, the ears, her hair and her mouth, hating the mask that separated them. He thrust his tongue madly into her mouth and felt her absorb it to the fullest, sucking on it as she had sucked Ray's cock.
Billy broke the kiss as his cum flowed out into her crazily throbbing cunt, and he cried out aloud, "Oh, Mother ... Mother ... I love you ... I adore you ... oh ... Mother!"
His words shocked Laura, yet at the same time, they soothed her. At last she had her dream inside her body ... her son Billy fucking her, making her cum as she had never dreamed it possible! Had she known it all along? It seemed that she had always known that this moment would come. She returned his kisses eagerly and said gently, "I love you too, baby boy ... oh God ... I love you ..."
She surrendered to the sweetness of her dream as her climax seemed to go on forever. Billy flexed his spurting cock deep inside her belly, letting it strike against her cervix, and she moaned with delight as she felt her son's hands fumbling at the blindfold.
He removed it, and with unbelieving eyes, Laura gazed into the angelic face, so much like hers ... so much like his father's. She felt as if she were being torn apart, yet a strange, unifying feeling was cementing her and her son together forever. In some odd way, all the hurt and fear she had undergone were erased magically, by this boy. They gazed into each other's eyes in perfect communication, with no barriers between them now.
She hugged him to her breasts, still feeling the thrilling heat of his teenage cock inside her cunt. Billy seemed to have lost none of his erection, and she wallowed in the pleasure of its slender length inside her loins.
Billy bent his head and kissed her chin, his eyes closed in a prayer of silent thanks.
"My darling," Laura sobbed. "We're together at last ... really together. At last ... I feel whole again!"
Billy was praying that he would never again have a moment where his mother was not like this, in his arms, their bodies locked together in passionate love. And again he began to move in and out of her cunt, slowly, tentatively, wondering if her passion was still as vibrant as his.
"Ohhhh, yes ... fuck me more ... fuck me again, my darling little boy. I want to cum again and again ... and feel your cock inside me ... always!" Laura murmured. Her voice trailed off into a wail of delight as Billy fucked her faster and faster. Her eyes were glazed and her head rolled back and forth wildly, scattering her glossy dark hair about the pillow. Her beautiful body rose to meet his thrusts, as they strove again to climax together.
Billy glanced over his shoulder for an instant, and saw his stepfather and sister naked on the floor, locked in a passionate kiss and embrace as Ray's giant cock shoved deep into Lisa's tight, tiny cunt. She screamed in pleasured pain as he rammed it unmercifully into her, but the cries soon turned to low animal sounds of sheer joy as she began to gyrate her body to take all of his lust-engorged penis inside her. Billy watched them, mesmerized by the sight, while still fucking deliciously into his mother's hungering vagina, and his hands went to his mother's breasts, plucking at them savagely as if he would pull them off her body. Laura responded wildly to his touch, and she arched upward to encourage him to bury his cock to the hilt inside her love-starved belly.
Ray suddenly reared back on his knees, and he picked up the body of his petite stepdaughter to thrust her down on his thick blood-stiffened cock, impaling her as he grunted cruelly and positioned her so that she could bounce up and down on his rigid flesh-pole. Lisa was moaning unceasingly, and she acted as if she were cumming all the time as her face contorted into a lewd leer of passion, her tongue hanging out obscenely. Ray held her by the waist and picked her up and away from him, each time bringing her tight pussy down again on his rock-hard penis. Billy could see the wide-stretched pink edges of his sister's pussy drawing out and then disappearing back inward with each stroke of Ray's pistoning cock. Lisa's face was a mask of lust, and her stepfather's grunts were almost obscene, as she bounced up and down willingly on his turgid rod.
Billy tore his eyes away from the sight and concentrated again on the sight of his fabulous mother, helpless beneath his thrusting motions that sent his cock deep into the mysterious recesses of her pussy. He continued to alternately massage and pinch her breasts, tweaking the nipples harshly. He squirmed down suddenly, still keeping his cock inside her spasming cunt, and bent his head awkwardly until he could take one of the nipples in his mouth.
Sucking hungrily as he might have sucked so long ago, he almost remembered how it had been to be a baby, and he rolled the hard nipple around and around on his tongue, while he fucked her unmercifully, not caring now if she came or not, as his own hot sperm poured freely into her cunt once again!
* * *
The two couples went on far into the night, and the room was beginning to grow bright with daylight when they finally came to a complete halt. They had paused from time to time, but only to refresh their energies and replenish their desires, and Billy lay wondering at all the positions he could remember his sister teaching him or talking about.
Later, they all got onto the bed, hugging and kissing one another, until, under Ray's expert guidance, Lisa got down and sucked her mother's pussy, while Ray fucked his precocious stepdaughter from behind, and Billy straddled his mother's face while her more than willing mouth sucked his cock to a wild orgasm!
They seemed unable to get enough of one another, and exhausted at last, Ray said, as he was about to doze off, "We're all free--at last. Completely free!"
Billy cradled his mother's naked body in one arm and Lisa's in the other, and Ray roused himself and positioned himself between their legs so that he could alternately suck and finger the pussy of Lisa, then Laura.
Billy sighed contentedly as he heard his new father's voice say, "We're a perfect, complete family--and we're free at last. And best of all ... tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow are waiting for us!"
