The realm of sexual expression has remained one of controversy for many centuries, and undoubtedly will remain so for many more. There is no answer for the individual considering any particular form of sexual outlet, except that he must be true to himself. The mature individual who has achieved this sort of self-honesty and completeness will be little harmed or affected by the illogical or irrational opinions of others.
In this exceptionally well written novel the author has cleverly woven this truth like an unseen thread throughout the entire work. Had the characters faced up to their unusual desires instead of trying to repress them, much of the anguish they suffered would logically have been avoided.
The author does not claim this concept of opinion to be solely his own, nor a revolutionary thought. To the contrary, it has been expressed by the wisest thinkers through the ages. "This above all: to thine own self be true," was Shakespeare's way of saying the same thing; but it comes to us from still an earlier source, and one which not even the most rigid moralist can contest...."Happy is he that condemneth not himself for that which he alloweth himself But he that doubleth is damned if he eat. " Those who deny others sexual pleasures by quoting the Scriptures would be well advised to consider this quote from Romans.
No doubt this era could be called the age of sexual enlightenment. That this ultimately will be for the benefit of all mankind is obvious merely by looking at the past and previous ages of enlightenment. But even a brief glance backwards will also reveal that, in such times, honored traditions and concepts were re-examined, and many times discarded. What was considered fact was found to be imagine. In short, the excuse that "it isn't done" or "it's shameful" will no longer suffice in denying man a specific form of pleasure.
The author has published many volumes of contemporary fiction with us. We offer no further comment, except our extreme pleasure in presenting this timely work. We now suggest that you read it and draw your own conclusions. A work of art, no matter how contemporary, should speak for itself.
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CHAPTER ONE
Her name was Catherine MacDonald but everyone had always called her simply Cate for all of her thirty-seven years. She sat now in the last seat by the window in the chugging, clanging railway car, speeding with some hesitation towards both her past and her future. She had hardly seen her son Pete at all during the past six years, although she had written him regularly, and now she wondered whether she had done the right thing in allowing herself to be separated from her own flesh and blood for so long a time and at such a crucial time in his young life.
Cate's eyes stared out the window, following the gentle undulations of the shoreline as it met the vast, shimmering blue Pacific Ocean. Her fingers twisted around each other nervously. Her eyes occasionally began to fill with tears. She lit one cigarette after another, hardly noticing that she had smoked nearly a full pack since boarding the train in Oakland. Soon, soon she would be there, face to face with her long neglected son and she hoped desperately that she could make him understand... that he would still love her as she loved him.
She was a beautiful young woman, her appearance not betraying her years. It was the ripe, full-breasted figure of a young girl, her legs long and shapely, her breasts full and rounded and firm and her hips still narrow and almost boyish. The short dress she wore did little to hide the sensuous curves of her thighs and she was aware that the man across the aisle darted his eyes over towards her appreciatively. Her tongue played nervously across her full, lovely mouth and her face, though clouded and troubled, was as smooth-skinned as a young baby's, harboring large, expressive robin's-egg blue eyes and a sharply defined nose.
Cate wondered now whether it wouldn't perhaps have been better to remain in New York, to bring Pete there for this long-delayed reunion. But he had insisted, with the stubborn obstinacy of youth, on going to his uncle's cabin in the Sierras as he had done during every summer vacation for the past six years and so in the end she had relented and agreed to go to him there. The thought of remaining alone in the humid heat of New York City with nothing but her guilt for company had been overwhelming to the young widow and besides, she so desperately wanted to see Pete, to try to make up for all the time they had been living separate lives with only letters and telephone calls to keep in touch.
The young mother's mind wandered back over the events of the past six years as it often had before and although she tried to tell herself that it hadn't really been her fault, that things had simply worked out that way, deep in her conscience she knew that she had only herself to blame for her present abject misery. She had known, after all, that Pete's father had been ill when she married him, that his heart might not last for six months. Still, she had been so desperately and recklessly in love with him that she was willing to settle for whatever amount of time they could have together. Which turned out to be six years. Poor little Pete! She recalled now with tears trickling down her cheeks how he had looked then at five years of age with his little blue serge suit, holding his mother's hand and whispering that everything would be all right!
And then Cate had been alone, all alone in New York City with a five year-old child and life had not been easy for her. She had to take a part-time job selling cosmetics to support them and it hadn't been easy to make ends meet, even with the help of her step-brother, Henry Jordan. There were so many things she wanted to do for Pete; so many places she would have liked to take him, so many handsome clothes she would have liked to buy for him; so many times she had wished she could afford to send him out of the city to camp in the summer! But none of that had been possible.
And then she had met George MacDonald at a company sales meeting in Washington. Cate was flattered in the beginning that the president of such a large cosmetics firm would be interested in her, interested enough to invite her out for drinks and dinner after the first day! And then they had gone dancing, drinking champagne all through the night, and George had said all the right words and made all the right gestures and she had been attracted to him immediately. His eyes, those laughing hazel eyes and that distinguished shock of gray hair around his temples! And as the evening progressed, as she spent hour after hour enclosed in his warm, strong arms with his virile, muscled body next to hers, the subtle attraction had changed to one of glorious intensity and she wanted him, wanted him passionately to make beautiful love to her! After all, it had been five years since her husband had died ... and it was such a lovely, champagne-filled evening ... and George was so handsome, so charming! Looking back on it now from her seat in the train, Cate wasn't sure whether it was simply the generous quantities of champagne or simply the overwhelming loneliness of her solitary life in the vast, indifferent city that had first drawn her irresistibly to George MacDonald.
But that night seven years ago, when he had invited her back up to his hotel room for a nightcap, that night her heart had pounded wildly in her chest and even though she knew she shouldn't accept his bold invitation, she also knew that she wanted to go with him, had to go with him, and in her light-headed, giddy, dizzy intoxication, Cate followed George MacDonald to his luxurious suite where she didn't resist at all when he pulled her into his powerful arms.
God, it had been so long, so many years since she had been so warmly enveloped in a man's strong arms! Her long-submerged passions exploded in spiraling waves through her body as he pressed his lips close to hers and sent his tongue darting into the warm moistness of her mouth! The helplessly aroused young woman could heard her own heart thumping madly in her chest and she could feel her long-neglected young nipples rouse into vibrant erection as her vagina secreted the telling moisture of her excitement. She had wrapped her arms around him, clinging to him as if she could and would never let go and she knew that she should resist. Instead she merely mewled and whimpered with abandoned lust as his hands began to caress the rounded fullness of her voluptuous young breasts over her sheer evening dress. And when they slipped down to run teasingly along the smooth skin of her tempting inner thighs, she could feel what little resistance that remained slowly melting away into a dim fog of crazed excitement. Yes, she wanted him, wanted him perhaps more desperately than he wanted her! Oh God, it had been so long, so long since she had made glorious love to a man!
She never knew how her clothing came off, whether she took it off or whether George had torn it off of her sensuously aroused young body. Nor did she know how or when his own clothing had been removed, but soon it all lay in a crumpled heap on the floor beside the bed. They were writhing nakedly then, their anxiously aroused bodies glowing with the heated desire of their passion. Her hand reached out greedily for the long thick shaft of his cock and began to stroke it, gently at first, then with all the furious passion that churned madly in her sex-starved cunt. His penis was larger than she had expected it would be, larger even than Pete's father's had been, larger than any she had ever imagined, and it leapt with delight as she pressed her warm soft lips to its bulbous tip. Oh, to have that wonderful rod of turgid flesh buried inside her, thrusting into the deepest regions of the warm, hot wetness down there between her tremulous thighs!
George was kissing her breasts then, his warmly caressing lips taking the fully ripened mounds between them while his tantalizing tongue roamed maddeningly over the tautly distended pink nipples until fiery currents of unparalleled passion made her cry and moan with sublime pleasure. From one voluptuous sphere to the other his anxious mouth traveled in its flame-licked path until Cate's hips began to undulate wildly, reaching, striving for the cunt-filling invasion of his spearing pole of flesh. But George wasn't quite ready yet, although his thickly throbbing penis longed for the sheathing warmth of her womanly womb.
No, first he wanted to bring her to the very brink of orgasm and so his right hand slid down along the flat plane of her sumptuous belly until his fingers nestled in the soft dark fleece of her pubic triangle, teasingly tracing little circles there.
It was only moments later when his extended middle finger slid down into the hair-fringed folds of her warmly seething cuntal furrow, where he found the pinkly glistening nipple of her clitoris already firmly throbbing and pulsing beneath his tantalizing finger-caressing.
Cate was half out of her mind with torrid desire and she reached with quivering hands to stroke again at his thickly turgid cock, cupping and caressing, too, his pendulous, sperm-filled testicles and finally she could stand it no longer! She had to have that massively throbbing penis inside her, had to feel its rock-hardness fucking up into the warmly receptive walls of her simmering cunt! With George on top of her, Cate carefully guided the heavily palpitating shaft to the thin, bearded, desperately aching mouth of love between her trembling thighs.
"Oh God, yes! Please!" she had moaned as he slid his blood-swollen cock into her steaming cuntal channel with one long, slippery stroke, the head of it slamming hard up against her helpless cervix deep inside. Wild tremors of fiery passion swept through her nakedly writhing body as her new-found lover pistoned into her with his monstrous, strange and yet infinitely pleasing cock with such dizzying, lust-pounding strokes that she was driven to new heights of ecstasy she had never known before. Not even with Bud, her first husband, whom she had married as an innocent and inexperienced young virgin twelve years before. Never had sex with Bud been this good, this overwhelmingly exquisite, this intensely satisfying, although she hadn't been displeased with him at the time. But this, this was love-making on an entirely different scale that seemed to encompass every single fiber of her wildly feverish being!
The young widow's legs were wrapped now around her lover's midsection and she began to pound her heels on his lust-driven buttocks as she felt her body at last poised on the brink of mind-shattering orgasm, her mouth flung open in soundless screams, her fingers digging mercilessly into his sweating back.
And then she was there!
Suddenly the young widow was cumming, cumming like she had never cum before in her life!
Of course, she had cum with her husband many times, but that had been so long ago, so very long ago. And besides, she had never cum like this with Bud! Her passion reached dizzying, spiraling heights of a sublimely exquisite pleasure she had never imagined in her most vivid fantasies as wave after wave of orgasmic bliss rocked her nakedly straining body. She howled with the intense, body-vibrating pleasure as she reached down beneath her hotly jerking buttocks and clutched her new-found lover closer to her, her right hand desperately groping to find the sperm-filled sacs of his balls. Her fingers clutched at the swinging sacs as her body writhed and rocked with the mindless passion of her scorching climax and finally her manipulations triggered off his own wildly spewing orgasm.
Her mind danced and sang and screamed with agonized pleasure as Cate felt his pistoning cock begin to spurt out its hot, thickly streaming passion juices, wetly inundating her cervix and splashing like fiery flames against the softwalled confines of her desperately clasping cunt, and she reveled in every molten ounce as it shot hotly into her, prolonging her orgasm until she thought she would go completely berserk with the rapturous intensity of her passion. Never, never before had she reached such overpowering, dizzying heights of ecstatic pleasure and it was hardly over, her naked body still trembling in the aftermath, when she knew she wanted more, had to have-more of his massively driving cock plundering the inner recesses of her long denied belly.
But it was all over, at least for the moment. George pulled his now flaccid penis from her reluctantly yielding passage with a soft, wet whooshing sound and lay quietly beside her as a thin trail of his hot viscid semen trailed along the naked flesh of her inner thigh. He reached over and pulled her close to him.
"You needed that, didn't you?" he asked, smiling down at her still flushed and beautiful face.
"Yes! Oh yes! Oh, that was wonderful! I never knew how good it could be!" she stammered, the heat of her arousal still glowing in her naked body.
"And how good it can be again," he coaxed, running his hands over the smoothly rounded contours of her still warmly quivering breasts.
"Oh, do you mean that? Do you really?"
"Absolutely," he responded, still caressing the softly pliant flesh of her voluptuously firm breasts.
And he was as good as his word. Every night for the entire week of the sales conference, George MacDonald treated her like a queen, taking her to the best restaurants in town, wining and dining her as if she were a royal princess who deserved nothing but the very best. And afterwards, they would go back to his luxuriously furnished suite and make mad and passionate love together until the mid-hours of the morning. Cate discovered a happiness she had never allowed herself to even dream about and when the week finally came to an end, her mind raced wildly with plans and schemes to keep them together. She simply couldn't live without him now, couldn't possibly survive without the warm vitality of his personality nor without the hotly fulfilling passion of his monstrously, cunt-filling penis ejaculating his hot, life-giving seed deep into her cock-hungry belly again and again and again...
At first she hadn't known what to do. She could not abandon her son and her job and her life ... but then, she couldn't go back to all that without him. Their affair, albeit brief, had been the most blissful moment of her life and she couldn't possibly go on as she had before, without him. She was simply too much in love with George MacDonald to let him slip away from her.
That last morning in Washington, she had awakened, nestled in his arms, and began to sob and cry desperately. Then he had awoken to the sound of her sobs and had folded her gently in his arms, stroking the warm tears from her cheeks with gentle fingers. "Don't worry," he had whispered. "Don't worry. This isn't going to be the end of us, Cate."
"Oh, George," she had murmured, feeling the softness of his lips brushing against her tear-stained face. "I love you, I really do!"
His words rang in her fevered mind like bells through a misty morning and she reached out to trace the outlines of his square-jawed face with her hands. It would kill her if she now lost the sublime happiness she had found, the happiness she had missed for so long! But how? How could they be together when he lived in Los
Angeles and she lived in New York?
"You know," he said, running his fingers through her long, straight, dark hair, "I've been thinking about moving the corporate headquarters to New York for a long time now. That's really where our main office should be. How would you like that? How would you like it if I came to live in New York?"
"Oh George!"
Within the month, George MacDonald had moved both himself and his corporate offices to New York City and that month of separation was torture for the voluptuous young widow. But once he had settled there, Cate was deliriously happy. Their first three months were one round of reckless, dizzy merry-go-round of expensive restaurants and nightclubs and theatre plays and parties with all the social and business elite of New York City. This plus night after night of wildly passionate love-making so that Cate was lost in a jungle of sublime rapture day and night.
The only flaw in her captivating delight was her son, Pete. It was obvious from the first that Pete and George simply couldn't get along and each moment that she spent with George MacDonald drove her son further and further from her. At first she had thought that Pete would soon come around, and that he merely resented the intrusion of a stranger into his life coming between him and his mother and that, when he realized how happy she was, he too would be happy. She thought that in time his harsh attitude towards George would soften and they could all then live happily together.
But Pete's resentment only grew stronger as time went on, fueled by the ungenial, sharp attitude that George had taken towards him. And Cate felt trapped, torn between her son and her lover and her happiness! Each of them resented the intrusion of the other on Cate's attention and affection and so, in the end, she realized that she would have to choose between them. She tried desperately to affect a reconciliation between them, tried to show them that she could love each without excluding the other. But her efforts were fruitless and she knew that she couldn't go on any longer caught between their conflicting love. She would simply have to choose.
Cate chose George.
They were married in an elaborate ceremony, attended by dozens of celebrities and socialites and they bought a large apartment on upper Park Avenue where they lived and loved and entertained elaborately. George agreed to pay for an expensive, exclusive private school and Pete was sent there without demur shortly after his twelfth birthday. And that, in effect, was the end of Cate's loving relationship with her son for George always seemed to arrange his European and Far Eastern business trips during the boy's vacations and it was very infrequent, indeed, that Cate could be tempted to give up the opportunity to travel to the far corners of the world!
Not that she did so with a clear conscience. Pangs of regret and stabs of reluctance always haunted her during those exciting trips to exotic places. She rationalized, though, that it wasn't her fault if Pete and George didn't get along, if they both insisted on acting like recalcitrant, stubborn children and refused to behave reasonably! Besides, she rationalized further, she did write to Pete once a week and it wasn't as if he had no place to go during the holidays! Why, her step-brother, Henry Jordan, was fond of the boy, genuinely fond, and was more than happy to have him visit during the winter and summer vacations! And it was better for Pete, wasn't it, to enjoy the vast outdoors of the California mountains during holidays than to be cooped up in the sweltering heat or freezing cold of New York City?
Besides, Cate used to think, I have myself to think about! I owe myself some happiness in this life! Don't I?
Of course, during the last year her happiness had not been quite as dizzying and complete as it once had been. George became more and more preoccupied with the cosmetics firm, more and more involved in the constant financial transactions that saw the company triple its size in a mere six years. He had become somewhat distant, somewhat cold even, but Cate knew better than to complain. She knew that George would only say that he was doing it all for her, even though they both knew that his work was much more important to him than she could ever hope to be. Still, she had her daily horseback riding sessions in Central Park, her weekly evening with George at the theatre, large and elaborate parties on Long Island or Connecticut on weekends during the spring and fall, and although she would have liked to see more of Pete, she accepted their separation as the price of her happiness.
It was only a month ago that Cate's world collapsed down around her feet. She had first discovered that many of her husband's late night business conferences were not business at all but illicit liaisons with his young blonde secretary! She had confronted him that weekend but he merely shrugged his shoulders and said it was nothing serious, that it was merely an enticing adventure for him and, in fact, all part-and-parcel of being an influential cosmetics executive in New York City which any other sophisticated businessman would understand.
Cate was crushed. How could he treat his adulterous affair with a young woman of twenty so casually? Didn't he realize how betrayed she felt, how overwhelmed and dismayed she was on discovering his immoral romance? Didn't he realize how much she loved him, how torturous it was for her to even think about another woman enjoying the fruits of his body, especially when she hadn't enjoyed those fruits very much herself lately?
It was only two days later that George and his executive vice-president took off in the company's small private plane to inspect one of their factories in New Jersey. There was a severe thunderstorm late that afternoon and Cate's dreams went up in smoke along with the plane when it crashed.
George had left her virtually penniless. All of his holdings in the company and all of his other property, except for their Park Avenue apartment, were left to his sisters, whom Cate had never even met!
She realized then that she had merely been an exciting but temporary adventure in George MacDonald's life, that he had thought her no more important than a tube of lipstick or a jar of cream. He had married her simply to entertain himself until he got tired of the show and even had he lived, they would not have been able to salvage their marriage and George probably wouldn't even have tried! She had been deluding herself when she thought that George really loved her, she realized, and now ... now she had nothing. No husband, no family, not even a son anymore...
It took Cate almost a month to make her decision. Henry had always been fond of her ever since his father had married Cate's mother years ago. And Henry wanted her to come to California now, to reconcile herself with her son. But she wasn't sure. Could she go home?
Should she go back to California? Did she dare to face Pete again after the way she had neglected him over the past six years?
The young widow convinced herself that Henry was right, that she at least ought to try to once more become a mother to her eighteen year-old son. Henry had always been right before, she thought. Cate had been fourteen when her mother married Jasper Jordan, Henry's father, and although Henry was first away at school and later with the Army, still they had managed during his brief visits home to develop a deep and mutual affection for one another. Cate used to think that Henry was in love with her but she put those notions out of her mind as silly teenage fantasies as she grew older. No, Henry was simply as strong shoulder to lean on, someone whose advice was always sound and usually right, a benevolent comrade who could always be counted upon when you needed him, who would always be more comforting than scolding. Moreover, Henry had always been so easy to talk to, so easy to confide even the most intimate secrets to, so sympathetic and compassionate.
So it was, naturally, to Henry that the young widow turned first. And he had been so kind, so understanding! She begged him to send Pete to New York, but in the end he convinced her that it would be far wiser for her to come to California, at least for the summer while Pete would be vacationing there. In the fall, of course, the boy would return to college but by that time, he.assured her, she would have the strength and composure to decide what she wanted to do with, hopefully, the loving support of her son. Cate was, of course, reluctant to face her son again after the past years of neglect, years when he had only written to her sporadically although she wrote regularly, years when his voice on the telephone still seethed with resentment and anger. But Henry had convinced her that no reconciliation could be possible unless she-took the first step, unless she came to her son asking his forgiveness and compassion.
And so Cate MacDonald had packed her bags, sold her apartment on Park Avenue, and boarded a jet for San Francisco. In Oakland she had found the train to Cedarville and now, as the train crawled into the tiny station, she gathered her handbag and suitcase in her trembling hands and stepped down onto the platform.
Pete was the first person she saw. Oh Pete! My darling boy! I know you have reason to hate me ... but I hope you won't! You are my son and despite everything I've done, I do love you! You have no idea how hard it has been for me, living so far away from you, seeing you once a year on visiting day at school! I just can't seem to find any lasting happiness in my life ... and you, darling son, you are my last hope!
The ride back from the station had not been a pleasant one. Nothing traumatic was said or done, but there was an undeniable tension in the air between mother and son. Cate's eyes darted constantly to the now mature, handsome figure of her son in the front seat of the car and her eyes filled with tears as she thought with abject regret that she had not really seen him growing up. Why, it seemed like only a week ago that he had been a pre-adolescent boy of twelve, with fair, hairless skin on his face and chest, with knobby knees and a boyish torso, and dark, curly hair spilling down across his forehead without regard to where he wanted ti to go! And now! Now he was a man, with a dark, thick moustache, thick muscular limbs and a manly physique that made her shudder! Oh, my darling boy, if only you will understand!
But during the entire fifteen minute ride from the station, Pete said not a word. When she had stepped with trembling legs off of the train, he had not rushed up to greet her but instead waited where he stood while she walked, weak-kneed, towards him. They had embraced limply, exchanged greetings, and that was that. Henry wrapped his strong arms around her, pulled her close and whispered, "Welcome home, Cate. Don't worry. Everything will be all right from now on."
Henry Jordan's summer mountain home was ostensibly a mere cottage, but was, in reality, a luxurious and well-furnished home on two levels slung against the side of the mountain. On the lower level were the two-car garage, a large recreation room with a pool table and an enormous color TV, plus the bedroom which Pete occupied, which had its own private entrance. On the main level were the kitchen, living room, master bedroom and sitting room, plus a guest bedroom and a large deck which offered a fabulous view for miles and miles around. The furniture was rustic in keeping with the wild mountain setting, but at the same time had a certain undeniable elegance that reflected Henry's meticulous good taste and Cate felt comfortable there at once. Henry proudly showed her around, then took her out back where she gaped in surprise at the kidney-shaped swimming pool in which clear blue water shimmered in the late afternoon light.
"Oh, Henry, this is beautiful! Oh, I never imagined it would be so ... so magnificent up here!"
"I'm glad you like it," he replied, wrapping his arm protectively around her waist and guiding her back into the living room where Pete sat on the couch with a frosty beer clasped tightly in his hand. His other hand held a cigarette, which he puffed with an artificial air of nonchalance that fooled no one. The young mother stood for a moment, studying the figure of the stranger who was her son.
His hair was still dark and curly, still falling over his forehead with a will of its own. His eyes were as clear and blue as Cate's, but with a brooding, aching moodiness now. The general structure of his face resembled Bud's, but the clearly defined nose and full, sensuous lips as well as the almond shape of his eyes all came from Cate and, as she looked at him, she could see the distinct reflection of her own youth in his handsome features. It was the eyes that bothered the young mother, those almost angry, thoughtful blue eyes that would not look in her direction.
Oh, I hope he doesn't hate me too much! I hope there's still a chance for us to really love one another! If only he knew how much I love him! If only he knew how painful it was for me to be parted from him for so long! I need him so much now and I hope he still needs me!
Cate sat on the couch, at the opposite end from her silent son, and accepted the drink which Henry then offered. There was so much the young mother wanted to say! A whirlpool of anguished regrets and highly charged emotions swirled around in her brain until she suddenly felt faint. A long, eager swallow of the throat-burning alcohol solved that problem for the moment while her fingers grasped so tightly onto the glass that her knuckles turned white. She looked from Henry to Pete and back again but simply could not find words adequate to express the overpowering emotions spiraling through her mind at that moment.
Henry sat in a large, comfortable soft chair facing the couch, holding his drink in his hand, swirling the liquid around in the glass, looking from mother to son and back again. Yes, there certainly was a striking resemblance between the two, almost as if they were brother and sister instead of mother and son. Cate still looked as youthful and delectable and desirable as ever! And Henry had to admit to himself, somewhat reluctantly, that even after all these years, he did still desire Cate! And why not? She's just as beautiful now perhaps more so than she was at sixteen! Even the anguish and pain that she has suffered has not diminished that luscious sumptuous beauty of hers!
Henry Jordan stared, appreciatively, at his young step-sister and although he could sense that his stare made her uncomfortable, still he could not take his eyes off of her. His reflective study started with the satin sheen of her long, dark hair, then traveled down over the fine and chiseled features of her smooth-skinned face. He remembered her face as having more color, more vibrant spirit, but she was understandably distraught now, of course. His eyes wandered down then to her breasts, barely concealed under the low-cut neckline of her soft summer dress, and lingered there on the alabaster softness of her flesh before traveling down over the flatness of her belly to the sensuous flaring of her hips. Finally his eyes rested on the softly pliant skin of her voluptuous thighs revealed almost to her enticingly inviting vaginal "vee" because of the short skirt of her dress. Yes, Cate is still a fine figure of a woman, more attractive and more desirable than ever! Will I never cease to want her?
It had been nearly six years since Henry had seen Cate MacDonald. He had visited her once or twice in New York after her first husband had died but had seen her only once since she had married George MacDonald when he was called to New York on business. There had not been many women in his life, not since he had fallen in love with Cate when she was eighteen years old. Of course, when the need became too great, he could always find a willing bed partner, but he had never been able to develop a warm and loving relationship with another woman and none had ever had the deep and meaningful effect on him that Cate had always had. Yes, the beauty of one woman or the sensuality of another might be noted by him, but he had never felt the surging passion for another woman that he always felt whenever he saw Cate. But she had never expressed any interest in him, other than as a step-brother...
Henry blinked his eyes to revive himself from the hypnotic trance stimulated by Cate's sensuous beauty, and turned his eyes and attention to his young nephew, who still sat silently on the couch sipping from his bottle of beer and puffing on yet another cigarette. He could tell that behind that mask of indifference, Pete was struggling to unleash the emotions that filled his heart.
Pete's eyes darted every now and again to his mother. This was the woman he had always loved, always needed, but who had essentially deserted him for the last six years. All during that time, his emotions had battled against one another so that he both loved and hated her at the same time. Her beauty, her gentleness, the fond words of loving affection he read in her letters and heard in her voice over the phone disposed the youth to love her desperately, to crave her warm caresses and softly comforting arms. At that very moment he wanted to cling to her, to wrap his arms around her, to be cradled in the loving warmth of her arms, to tell her that he had always loved her and needed her and never wanted to be separated from her side again!
And yet, at the same time, this woman was essentially a stranger, a woman he knew only through phone calls and correspondence. Yes, she had said time and time again that she loved him, but she had a damned peculiar way of showing that love! She had chosen George MacDonald over her own son, had deserted Pete in the most crucial period of his growing years! The handsome youth chewed his upper lip, sipped again from his bottle of beer, and felt the knot in his throat that prevented him from speaking.
Maybe Uncle Henry is right. Maybe she just didn 't realize what she was doing and how much it would hurt us both. I know I've suffered enough. And I suppose she has too.
Pete's eyes slowly, almost reluctantly, moved towards his mother. She sat rigidly erect, clasping her glass so tightly that he thought it might break. He could see the muscles of her face twitching nervously, almost as if she were caught between laughing and crying, and suddenly his heart went out to her. The expression on her face was a mixture of confusion and discomfort and tears welled in her eyes and trickled one by one down her cheeks. Pete put down his bottle of beer, stubbed out his cigarette and stared for a long fierce moment at the beautiful figure, of his young mother at the opposite end of the couch.
Suddenly, she turned towards him and their eyes met, locked onto each other and remained there as if transfixed.
"Oh Pete! Pete! Oh my wonderful son, Pete!" Cate cried, falling across the couch and into the strong young arms of her eighteen year-old son! She whispered his name over and over again as he held her close, almost chanting "Pete! Pete! Oh Pete!" and she saw the glimmer of returning affection in her son's eyes and knew that from then on, everything would be all right.
Pete whispered softly into her ear, "I'm so glad you've come back, mom! So glad!"
Henry smiled and swallowed his drink in one long gulp.
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CHAPTER TWO
The sun was hanging low in the western sky, casting a golden aura over the lush green tree tops along the side of the mountain while Henry and Cate and Pete sat on the deck of his mountain retreat admiring the scenic view and the cool freshness of the mountain air. Not much had been said since the tearful scene on the couch not long before and a certain tense awkwardness still existed between mother and son. But everyone knew now that it was only a matter of time before the tension disappeared, before they would be as close and open and warm with one another as any family could be.
Cate felt better than she had felt in years. The quiet solitude of the mountains coupled with the realization that it was not too late to achieve a warm relationship with her only son gave her a kind of light-headed euphoria she had not felt since the early days with George MacDonald. It had been so wonderful to feel his body pressed against hers, to feel the strength of his young arms enveloping her weeping, trembling body, to feel the warm tears from his eyes melting into her own as their faces pressed together. The young mother suddenly had a strange feeling that this trip to California meant a new beginning for her, for her son, for both of their lives together.
She let her eyes rest for a moment on the cool serenity of the sun-bathed mountainside which sloped down below them to a valley which cradled a darkly shimmering lake. After the hectic hustle-and-bustle of New York City, this scene eased her mind and relaxed her tense emotions like a powerful tranquilizer while she sipped slowly at the warmly mellow liquor in her glass. It was too bad that Henry had never taken a wife to share all of this comforting beauty with. He was such a good person, such a warm and sympathetic companion, it was a shame that he had never been able to find a loving and faithful woman to share his life.
"Listen," Henry said cheerfully, swallowing down the last dregs of liquid from his glass, "Why don't you two go for a swim before it gets dark? I've got a couple of odds and ends I'd like to finish up, and then we can have a nice quiet supper out here on the deck. What do you say?"
Pete looked at his mother as if to ask her opinion, and she looked-likewise at him before deciding to take the initiative. "Sure," she said at last, "I think that's a nice idea. I'll just go and change."
When she returned, she saw from the deck the lithe and sun-tanned figure of her handsome young son, his body gracefully arched, as he dove into the swimming pool. She couldn't help but marvel at how handsome he had become, how the firm, muscled contours of his glistening wet body shone in the late afternoon light. Yes, he was much better looking than his father had ever been, although he had the same virile, muscle-rippling body that Bud had when she first met him. But somehow Pete seemed ... well, more appealing, more attractive, slimmer and stronger. Cate ran down to the pool and dove into the cool clear water after her son and they splashed and romped like two children together while Henry watched the scene with pleasure from his studio.
Finally, mother and son clambered out of the pool and stretched out, side by side, on beach towels which they had spread out on the soft green grass. Again, Cate was struck by the rugged handsomeness of her teenage son, by the way his muscles rippled beneath the thin covering of sun-tanned skin. Yes, the boy was going to be a real lady-killer, if he wasn't already! Once again she saw reflected in his handsome young face the hope and vigor of her own impetuous youth in the way he smiled, in the way his eyes twinkled with mischief when he laughed, in the shy yet sensuous movements of his strong young hands. Those hands! They were just like Bud's, at the same time awkward and expert, and suddenly images of her first husband flashed through her mind, images of the way his hands traced with loving tenderness the luscious contours of her own ripe young naked body! God, how he would look at her when he wanted to love her, when he wanted to press her naked softness against him and slide his hotly throbbing penis into the soft-walled depths of her womb! How he would cry and moan with the intoxicating passion that enveloped them both!
Cate felt her face flush and she shook her head as if that action would disperse the inflamed images inside! She had always tried to block such pictures from her consciousness because they were much too painful, much too agonizing for the desperate young widow. Ah, if only Bud had lived! If only he hadn't been ill, things would have been different, better ... she would never had married George MacDonald ... never been estranged from her only son ... never would have gone through so many empty, lonely years devoid of any sexual adventure or encounter...
But all that was over now! Now Cate was back with her son, reconciled at last with the one person in the world who meant the most to her. And she was glad to see Henry, too. Henry, who had always been so kind, so understanding, so warmly consoling and comforting. Henry, who was more handsome and more virile than either Bud or George, who understood her faults as well as her virtues and who had always loved her no matter what.
But it was Pete who drew the greatest share of her thoughts on that warmly mellow summer afternoon. Pete, her handsomely wonderful son, whose graceful, virile body revealed a certain animalism, a certain peculiar magnetic force that drew the young mother's attention time and time again and could keep it for hours on end. No, I mustn't think like that! Not about my own son! Not about my beloved Pete! It's just that ... it's been so long since ... since ... I've really enjoyed a man ... No! I mustn't allow myself to think such vile, carnal thoughts about my own wonderful son!
Cate had realized during the past several painful months that her original attraction to George MacDonald was mainly a physical one, that she had never really developed an intimate affection for the man but had instead been mesmerized by the exquisite physical pleasure that he had given to her. She knew, too, that her own carnal appetites were strong enough to be dangerous, that they could lead her into situations over which she would have no control. And so she had vowed to remain celibate, at least until she had achieved a reconciliation with her son. But already she could feel her resolve weakening, could feel the hot flames of desire licking at her conscience whenever she looked at the handsomely virile figure of her son.
No! No, I mustn't let myself think such wicked, sinful thoughts about my own precious little boy!
"Is anybody hungry?" Henry yelled down from the deck, interrupting the young mother's errant thoughts. "Come on in, you two, I've got a couple of nice steaks on the fire up here!"
Standing on the deck, Henry watched the young mother and her teenage son climb to their feet, gather their towels and begin to walk back towards the house. Once again he was struck by the singular and appealing beauty of his step-sister, Cate MacDonald. Yes, the torture of the past several months and the past few hours showed clearly on the smooth, unlined features of her face. But still, she was a remarkably beautiful woman with an alluring sensuality that cannot be contrived. Just the way she walked, unaffectedly swinging her hips so seductively, the way her breasts danced upon her chest beneath the brief bikini bra, the way her luscious thighs shone with moisture, sent a flaming desire surging through his loins, the unquenchable desire of burning lust! God, how he wanted to fuck her! How he had always wanted her! How he wanted to hold her, naked, close to him, to press the softness of her naked flesh to his, to caress and kiss and fuck her cunt and make her happier than she had ever been!
Jesus Christ, he thought, what a bastard you are! Forget it, you idiot!
Still, Henry Jordan couldn't help himself, couldn't tear his eyes away from the smooth-skinned body of his temptingly beautiful step-sister as she casually strode onto the deck.
He was hopelessly captivated by her, just as he had always been, more than he had ever realized before. He couldn't do anything about it, of course. Not now. Perhaps not ever. Still...
Cate and Pete went to change while Henry tended the steaks on the barbecue, his thoughts constantly wandering back to the beautiful, voluptuous sensuality of his step-sister and to the new life that she would be starting now with her long-neglected son. But still, Henry wasn't prepared for the beautifully tempting woman who emerged onto the deck some minutes later, dressed in a softly flowing peach colored dress that hugged her sensuously flaring hips and revealed the ample fullness of her gently rounded breasts to his gaze. The skirt of the dress was very short, displaying her voluptuously alluring thighs to full advantage and around her neck she wore a thin gold chain to emphasize the slim lines of her neck. Henry gaped open-mouthed at the enticing creature who was his step-sister, unable to speak, unable to move.
"Cate ... you look ... simply gorgeous," he finally managed to stammer, picking the steaks off of the fire and placing them onto a large platter. "Say, I've got an idea! Sit right down here at the table I'll be right back!"
When Henry returned, Pete and Cate were sitting under the umbrella of his redwood table, gazing fondly at each other but not speaking. It was clear that their mutual affection had already overcome their initial shyness with each other and that everything was going to be all right. Henry hadn't felt so elated in years, so undeniably euphoric and he had just the thing for the occasion.
He stepped up to the table, his hands behind his back, and gazed proudly for a moment at mother and son, both of whom looked at him expectantly, as if asking what was behind his back and why he was smiling so glowingly.
"What's a celebration without a little champagne?" he laughed, bringing his hands around with a chilled bottle of champagne in each. "Come on, Pete, get the good wine glasses! This is a very special occasion!"
"Oh, Henry!" Cate whispered, not having the breath to speak loudly or clearly. "Oh, this is so wonderful! I'm so ... so happy!"
"It's about time you enjoyed some happiness," he answered, his eyes fixed on the heaving curves of her bountiful breasts revealing so enticingly by her low-cut dress. "It's about time, indeed!"
"May I pour?" Pete asked cheerfully, glancing from his uncle to his mother and his back again.
"Absolutely," Henry replied, sitting in the chair next to Cate and wrapping one of his strong arms around her nearly naked shoulders.
Pete worked expertly with the cork and then, with a dramatic flourish of his arms, popped the cork and watched the bubbly liquid spurt out of the bottle onto the deck. Laughing, he poured the wine into the three long-stemmed glasses he had brought out, lifted his glass towards his voluptuous young mother, and pronounced "To Mom! Welcome home!" They all three clinked their glasses and drank eagerly of the intoxicating, bubbly liquid and then attacked their steaks as if they hadn't eaten in weeks.
Cate was struck throughout the meal with a glowing pride in the masculine vitality of her handsome young son. The movements of his hands, the muscles rippling beneath the skin of his arms, the slight stubble of beard on the face he hadn't shaved since that morning. And suddenly she was struck, too, with a sense of loss, of having missed the most important years of his young life, of having shamefully neglected her own flesh and blood as he had grown from boyhood to the strength and vigor of manhood.
"I'm ... so happy ... so happy to be with you both," she said at last, her voice choked with emotion, her eyes again brimming with tears. They raised their glasses again and drank as the festive mood heightened. They talked on and on, Pete telling his mother about his football triumphs in school, about the devilish pranks he had done while in the first year of college, about his hopes to become an architect like Uncle Henry, and at last about ow he had recently met a very special girl named
Pam Lodge who lived in the town at the bottom of the mountain only five miles away.
He was just pouring another round of champagne for them all from the second bottle when the telephone rang. "I'll get it it's probably Pam," he cried, jumping up from the table and running into the house.
Henry frowned. He had hoped that they would enjoy an intimate, family evening together, uninterrupted by Pam Lodge, a girl whom he did not especially like. There wasn't anything in particular that she had ever said or done which he could hold against her. It was simply an undefinable something in her attitude and nature which made Henry suspicious of her motives. He knew that Pete was crazy about her but suspected that she didn't feel quite the same about him, that as soon as a wealthier or more handsome youth came along she would drop Pete without a second thought or an ounce of remorse. She was, to Henry Jordan, simply a sensuous but scheming little bitch who cared about no one more than she cared about Pam Lodge, about her own pleasures and happiness, and he wished fervently that Pete had never met her, that he had never been seized by her admittedly powerful charms. Henry knew that she would hurt him badly sooner or later but he also knew better than to interfere. Pete was entitled to his own life, to make his own mistake and would naturally enough resent any intrusion into his private affairs. So Henry kept silent, but remained hopeful.
Pete returned, a smile of sheer delight on his face. "I'm going down to get Pam be right back," he announced, picking up his car keys and sailing out the door. "I want you to meet her, mom!"
Cate turned to Henry with a questioning look on her face, but he said nothing, not wanting to sway tier opinion before she had come face to face with the girl.
Pete and Pam returned within half an hour, the girl wearing short hot pants that were bright pink in color, revealing slim, shapely legs and a sheer summer blouse which was cut low enough to enticingly display the rounded though youthful fullness of her ripely mature breasts. Her hair was straight and blonde and hung down her back, caressing her shoulders, and her eyes were the color of mahogany in her deeply tanned face. She had an hourglass waistline, accentuated by the hip-slinging hot pants, and her features were sharply defined on her face as she studied first Pete's mother and then his uncle with a smoldering intensity that told of thoughts and emotions more-likely to be found in a more mature and more experienced woman.
So this was Pete's girlfriend, Cate thought!
"Mom, I want you to meet Pam," Pete declared, wrapping one of his strong arms around the voluptuous girl's shoulders. Henry shivered slightly, having caught Pam's lascivious glance when she came in, a glance that seemed to wonder speculatively whether or not he was good in bed, whether his cock was large and potent enough to be satisfying to a girl of her gluttonous sexual appetites, whether his cock could fill her belly like Pete's did...
"I'm so glad to meet you, Mrs. MacDonald," the girl said politely. "I've heard so much about you!" The two women shook hands, and then Pam sat down while Pete went into the kitchen to get another glass.
Cate felt an instant dampening of her heretofore lively and joyful spirits. So this is the girl Pete was telling me about! Why, she seems like ... like a little ... tramp! Just the way she moves her body purposely and the way she was staring at Henry just a minute ago! The scheming little vixen! Poor Pete! Cate had seen many girls like Pam in New York, hard-hearted little wenches who combined provocative eye-appeal with a sly cunning to get any and everything they wanted from men, who could dazzle men with their voluptuous appeal and then bring them helpless to their knees, ready to concede to any demand no matter how outrageous. And this was the girl who now had Cate's own precious son captivated within her wicked clutches! The astounded young mother tried to calm herself, tried to tell herself that she hadn't really yet gotten to know Pam Lodge and that it would be emphatically wrong to judge her simply by appearances. And yet ... yet ... a growing tide of resentment and dislike nonetheless inundated her semi-intoxicated mind.
"I'm happy to meet you, too, Pam," Cate answered with a measured calmness which she didn't really feel. "I've heard a lot about you, too."
The implications of Cate's remark were not lost on Pam Lodge, but she knew that in order not to offend Pete, she would have to be as pleasant as possible, at least at this first meeting. Any future meetings would take care of themselves.
"I guess you're glad to be back, Mrs. MacDonald," she said, smiling sweetly but not trying to hide the undercurrent of resentment tinged with malice. "It must be good to see Pete again ... after so long."
Cate kept her voice as even, as calm as she could. "Yes, it is. Very good, indeed," turning towards the radiantly smiling face of her wonderful son. "I can't tell you how good it is to see him again," she concluded, with her beaming eyes fastened onto the handsome features of Pete.
Pete motioned Pam to a chair, then stood behind her with one hand resting on her shoulder, going back and forth towards her neck across that smooth skin while he grinned happily. The intense affection that he felt for Pam Lodge was plainly visible in the warm glow of his face and Cate could not help but resent the intrusion of this girl into what had been a fond and happy reunion with her son. It was as if she had been led to the gates of heaven after centuries of suffering, only to find the gates locked.
Pam seemed to eerily read the young mother's thoughts when she said with forced politeness, "I hope I haven't intruded or anything, Mrs. MacDonald. It's just that ... well, I was so anxious to meet you after everything Pete and Henry have told me about you."
Before Cate could regain her composure enough to reply, Henry stepped forward and declared, "Don't worry, Pam. Pete and his mother will have plenty of time together from now on. Won't you, Pete?"
"Yeah, sure," the youth replied, still looking lovingly down at the sensuous young girl. "Mom's going to stay all summer maybe longer, isn't that right, Mom?. "
"Yes, dear, that's right," Cate answered, looking away from the handsome and radiant face of her son towards Henry who had once again understood her well enough to try to save her embarrassment and pain.
Henry himself wanted nothing more than to be alone with Cate at this point for he could sense the stinging pain Pam had inflicted on Cate. He moved around so that he was standing behind the sofa where she sat and placed one hand comfortingly on her soft shoulder, and then he squeezed the warm flesh gently as he spoke. "Say, Pete, why don't you take Pam down for a swim. It's still warm out go on! I know how much you like moonlight swimming!"
Pete looked confused, glancing from his uncle to his mother. "Well, I don't know ... I would like to swim ... but ... well, I sort of wanted to spend the evening with Mom."
Pete dear," the young mother said quickly, "I'll be here for a long time, remember? Go ahead have your fun! I don't mind, really I don't!"
"Well ... I don't know...."
"Please Pete! Go ahead! It's only out back, after all! It's not like you're going fifty miles away!" Cate declared, wanting desperately to please her long-neglected son, wanting fervently to show him that she could be both a sympathetic and understanding parent. "Go on! Take ... Pam ... and have a nice swim!"
Pete turned from his mother to the young sixteen year old girl as if to seek her opinion. The glowing light in her eyes told him to accept the suggestion. "okay, Pam, let's go. You can come watch us from the deck, if you want to, mom!"
Henry was very glad to be alone at last with his enticingly beautiful step-sister. Suddenly, he felt a rising tide of excitement surge through his loins and he realized now the full depths of his feelings for this lovely young woman. He realized, too, that he could no longer repress the feelings and desires that he had always felt for her, this woman whose mother had married his own father. It wasn't like their relationship would be incest, after all! They weren't really related to each other by blood. And, damn her, she was so voluptuously beautiful, so alluringly enticing, she exuded such a powerful if unconscious aura of sensuality! Growing fires raged through Henry Jordan's blood and swept through his champagne-clouded mind as he sat down on the couch very close to her, so close that he could almost feel her breath on his flushed face.
He. reached his arm over across her shoulder and pulled her close to him as he suggested, "How about some more champagne?"
"Yes, I'd like some," the young mother replied, obviously troubled. They drank, and then she turned to Henry with an anxious frown. "Henry, I'm not so sure I like that girl. I just don't think she's the kind of girl Pete could be happy with, if you know what I mean."
"I know exactly what you mean," Henry replied, taking another sip from his glass and staring at the heaving mounds of her fully rounded breasts while continuing flames of desire licked at his loins. "I don't like her much myself. But there isn't too much we can do about it."
"No, I don't suppose there is," Cate said thoughtfully. "But is he really ... serious?"
"I'm afraid it's getting to be more and more serious by the day. He met her here during Easter vacation and has seen her almost every single day this summer."
"Oh, I wish there was some way ... something we could say ... or do ... I hate to see him entrapped by her like that!"
"I'm afraid, Cate, that there is nothing we can do. The boy is entitled to make his own mistakes and besides, at the moment he doesn't think he is making a mistake!"
"Well, I don't suppose I can prevent him from seeing her. And after all the mistakes I've made myself, I can't very well tell him he's not entitled to make his own. Still, I wish...."
"I wish you would drink some more champagne," Henry said, trying to change the subject to a more lighthearted one. They had two more glasses full of the bubbly wine and both of them could feel a growing warmth flowing through their bodies. There was a deep tingling in the pit of Henry's stomach as his hand squeezed at the soft flesh of Cate's shoulder and he moved slightly closer to his enticingly attractive step-sister and let his eyes feast on her sensuous beauty. No, he couldn't deny it any longer, couldn't conceal or repress the overpowering desire that he felt for her, that he had always felt for her. He wanted her. Desperately. Wanted to feel the soft folds of her naked flesh, wanted to kiss the tears from her face, wanted to feel his own throbbing manhood buried deep inside the moistened depths of her hidden femaledom.
He pulled her close and kissed her, pressing his hotly eager lips to hers, sending his tongue racing into the warmly moist depths of her mouth while his arms pulled her breathless body close to his. He had to have her! Now! Tonight! If he couldn't have her he would ... simply ... explode ... like a thousand megaton bomb!
Cate was more surprised than offended. Her step-brother had caught her completely unawares when her mind had been preoccupied with the plight of her son. She pulled away, not because she was disgusted, but simply because she was surprised and confused. She had always been very, very fond of Henry ... but never as a lover. And yet ... he had certainly stirred that familiar longing in her loins with his heatedly fervent kiss. What's happening here? I just ... don't understand ... what is happening to me. Why am I feeling this way about Henry? Could it be...?
"Henry ... I ... I ... oh, Henry!" Cate stammered, jumping up and racing out onto the deck, hoping that the clear night air would help to clear the confused jumble in her mind. She didn't turn to look back at her step-brother, but ran headlong into the night.
My God! I've really done it now! I've driven her away from me just when I wanted to do my best to comfort her, to love her, to make her feel loved and wanted! But Henry did not follow Cate out onto the deck. That, he felt instinctively, would be adding insult to injury. No, he could apologize later, when they had both calmed down, when the champagne had cleared from their minds and their emotions were once more held by a tight rein. Tomorrow, he would apologize. Tomorrow, after they had both rested and gotten a good night's sleep.
Henry Jordan took the empty champagne glasses to the kitchen, put them into the sink, then turned and slouched towards his bedroom.
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Cate stood at the rail of the deck, gaping into the night but seeing nothing. Her eyes were clouded with tears and her mind was clouded with confusion and champagne. Henry Jordan had kissed her not as a brother, but as a lover! He wanted her, desired her, showed a fervent passion which she had never even suspected over all these years! And this revelation came at such a peculiar time! At the very moment when she began to feel rejected by her son, after having felt that they were at last coming closer together, yes, that was the very moment that Henry Jordan picked to show her his love! All the way from New York to California she had known a nagging fearful anxiety, a stubborn doubt about whether she and her son could ever form a close and harmonious relationship again. And then, tonight, it had seemed so close ... just beyond her fingertips ... they might really learn to know and love one another again. And then Pam came, toppling all of Cate's most fervent hopes and dreams. Just as her hopes had begun to flicker out ... Henry had kissed her!
Suddenly, the young mother felt happy again, standing there on the deck, feeling the warm night air rushing around her flushed face. Yes, after all the months of loneliness and desperation and unhappiness ... after all the empty nights and the troubled years ... now she was loved and wanted and needed by a handsome and wonderful, compassionate man, Henry Jordan! A restless longing flickered through her loins, a familiar yearning began to churn up between her thighs, and she knew that she wanted Henry Jordan just as much as he wanted her!
But ... can I? Henry is my step-brother! Would it be ... right?
"Aaaaaauuuuugh! Peeeeete! Ooooooooo-wwwwwwww!" interrupted Cate's thoughts like thunder in the middle of the night. It was Pam's voice, husky and beseeching, crashing into Cate's consciousness and searing it like a bolt of lightning. The young mother's eyes flashed open and searched desperately around the floodlighted swimming pool but at first she saw nothing, no sign of her son and his teenaged girlfriend.
"Oooooowwwww! Yeeeeees! Oh, do it some more!" the voice echoed through the night again.
Cate leaned against the railing of the deck, feeling her knees tremble and her arms quaking at the lustful cry of the seductive young teenage girl. And then, suddenly, by the edge of the flood-lighted area around the pool, she saw them, their naked bodies entwined in one another, their skin glistening with moisture, their lust-incited moans crashing into the still night air like firecrackers. Pam was lying flat on her back with her voluptuously curved thighs spread obscenely apart while Pete lay between them, his dark-haired head buried in the sumptuously inviting "vee".
The young mother clutched tightly on the deck railing to support herself and felt a distinctive tingling arousal sweeping through her own long-neglected loins. Her breath came raggedly, unevenly, and her bountiful breasts quivered on her heaving chest as she watched the naked thrashing of Pam Lodge in response to the feverish tongue-fucking being performed by her own teenage son. In the warm night light she could see the pink sliver of his tongue dashing in and out of his mouth, licking and flicking at the moist soft folds of the girl's vaginal flesh with an animated fury. First it teased around the fleshy vaginal lips and then it lunged maddeningly at the sensitive bud of her clitoris, causing a spasm of intense pleasure to ripple through her writhing, undulating body. Her hips ground upwards to meet each hot wet thrust of his probing tongue and her hands reached down, clasping tightly around his curly head to draw it ever closer to the palpitating pink flesh of her seething pussy.
"Ooooooowwwww! Lick me, lover! Lick me good!" she moaned as the young mother stood mesmerized on the deck, knowing that she should tear herself away from this salacious spectacle, but unable to move. It was as if she was frozen fast to that spot as if her eyes were sealed to the lewd and obscene image of her son tongue-fucking his teenage lover! She had always thought of Pete as her son, as her own little boy ... just today she had realized that he had grown into a man during her absence! And now he was proving it! Right before her eyes!
Suddenly, she caught sight of his virile young penis. God, it's huge! I can't believe it! Why, it's bigger than Bud's ... bigger even than George's ever was! Lascivious images of that massively thick organ thrusting mercilessly into the young girl's belly invaded the young mother's mind until she forced herself to tear her imagination away from such obscene fragments of fantasy and witness what was happening down there by the pool.
There he was, her own precious son, his pinkly darting tongue busily massaging and caressing and teasing at the softly moist folds of Pam's vaginal flesh, flicking into the deep dark cavern of her cunt like an attacking serpent.
Cate could see the strong young muscles tensed in his thighs and arms as he continued his salacious tongue-lashing of the teenage girl's pulsating vaginal vault and she could see, too, his own erectly throbbing cock anxiously pulsing with fiery desire as it stood out like a giant log from the forest of his dark pubic hair.
"Oooooh! Peeeeeete! Ummmmmmm," Pam murmured, still caressing his curly head, still pulling it in ever closer to the moistly heated passage of her vagina. "Oooooooh! Yeeeeees!"
Then Pete lifted his head and Pete could see the moisture of the girl's lust dampening his handsome features, shining in the light as he gazed steadfastly at Pam. "Are you ready to be fucked, now?" he asked triumphantly. "Do you want my cock now, Pam?"
"Oh God, yes! Yes, lover, give me your wonderful cock! Fuck it to me as hard as you can!" she cried, her hips still thrashing, her head flailing from side to side so that her hair seemed to dance in the light. Cate choked back a sob as she watched her son shift position so that his own body lay on top of Pam's, her legs flinging out to encircle the girth of his slender waist. The young mother felt a hot flame of seething desire lash through her own groin, felt the betraying moisture of her own arousal slipping down along her thighs, felt her own fire-licked nipples surge into vibrant erection as her son lowered his head over the teenage girl's chest to take the pinkly throbbing tips of her nipples into his mouth to tease them into even more vivid and burning life. Cate heard Pam groan lustfully as Pete continued to tongue-tease the softly supple flesh of her breasts and then she saw the young girl's hands slip down to grasp the rigidly pulsing pole of teenage flesh and then to guide it carefully to the softly bearded lips of her moistly palpitating vagina.
Pete lifted his head and smiled like a conquering hero at his teenage girlfriend. Cate cringed as she heard him say, "okay, now I'm gonna fuck you, baby. Just the way you like it." The young mother felt her knees begin to give way beneath her quivering thighs and hot flames of rampant desire captivated her churning cunt until she felt as if she had to scream. Her hands began to softly caress the fullness of her breasts and then slid down along the tempting flesh of her inner thighs! She had to satisfy her desires, tonight! It was no use trying to hold back! No use trying to deny the torment of her own raging, burning desire! The salacious spectacle before her eyes triggered a new and desperate longing for a massively rigid ramrod of hotly pulsing flesh that would plunge heatedly into the soft-walled depths of her womanly sanctuary and satisfy once and for all this impetuous and reckless passion boiling in her blood!
"Ooooh, baby, that feels ... sooooo ... goooood," Pam's voice once again invaded the young mother's mind. Trying to focus through her tears, Cate now saw the two nakedly thrashing bodies, pumping in a rhythmic undulation against one another. Pete's manly shaft of turgidly throbbing flesh was now fucking up to its hilt in the warmly receptive shelter of Pam's hotly devouring little cunt and as their bodies worked with a frantically growing tempo, the young mother could see that steaming piston reaming in and out of the moist pink folds of the teenager's vaginal flesh. It was like a nightmare, like some technicolor horror story on a cinemascope screen but she couldn't tear her eyes away from the wildly bouncing bodies, from Pete's throbbing manhood plunging into the torrid depths of the girl's cock-hungry cunt and she could imagine the feel of that blunt-headed, thickly throbbing instrument as it slid demandingly in and out of the warmly sheathing womb so receptive to its every invading plunge.
God, I can't stand it! That's my own son down there, my own flesh and blood! How can I stand here ... and watch ... and want his cock fucking deep up inside me ... his own mother!
Cate turned abruptly and ran into the house, flying like an unleashed tiger into the guest bedroom and slamming the door closed behind her.
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Henry heard the door slam and wondered vaguely what was wrong. But what could be wrong? Sure, Cate was upset when he kissed her ... but not that upset. She had merely been confused and distraught when he left her. But that door slamming, that was the result of something much deeper, much more traumatic. But what? What could have happened? Had she had some argument with Pete? Had her bad feelings towards Pam caused her to argue already with her newly-embraced son? Or was it ... something else?
Henry slipped his bathrobe over his naked body, tied the sash around his waist, and quietly walked to the door of his bedroom. He pressed his ear against the door, straining to listen for any signs of life in the living room. Nothing. Silence. Cautiously, like a sneak thief prowling through the night, Henry quietly opened his door, peered into the darkened living room to be sure that Pete and Pam were not there, then walked on tip-toe across the living room and past the kitchen to the door of the guest bedroom. Here, again, he pressed his ear to the door, straining once again to listen for any signs of life within. At first he heard nothing. And then he heard what sounded like muffled sobs.
"Cate? Cate? Are you there?" he whispered loudly. But the only response was the continuing sound of those hushed sobs.
"Cate! Cate," he whispered more loudly this time. It's Henry. Cate, is anything wrong?"
Now the sobs stopped briefly and then
Henry Jordan heard soft footsteps coming towards the door. The latch scratched open and Cate slowly, tentatively, drew the door open. She was wearing nothing but a softly flowing robe and through its sheer material Henry could see the sumptuous outlines of her succulently voluptuous breasts. Tears streaked the flushed, smooth skin of her beautiful face and her hands trembled gripping the edge of the door. The distraught young mother looked at her step-brother as if through a hypnotic trance.
Henry wasted not a moment. With one quick movement he threw open the door, grabbed his young step-sister by the shoulders, slammed the door closed with one foot and then guided her to the bed where he gently eased her down, then sat down beside her and enveloped her in his strong and comforting arms. "Don't cry, Cate. Please, don't cry. Whatever it is, don't worry. Everything is going to be alright now. Come on, Cate. Don't cry anymore. Take it easy," the forty year old man crooned close to her ear with a comforting, counseling tone. "Take it easy, take it easy."
Cate ran her moist tongue across her dry lips and looked up at the warmly loving face of her step-brother. She was painfully aware of the warmth of his body as it pressed close to hers, aware even of the throbbing organ that was growing into erectly rigid life beneath his robe. His body seemed so strong, so lean and hard muscled ... she had almost forgotten how good a virile, masculine body could feel pressed tightly against hers!
No, no, I can't think such thoughts! Not about Henry! Not about the man who has been more of a brother to me than a real brother could ever be!
Suddenly, Cate felt the distinct pressure of his hard-muscled thigh against her own soft one as he moved imperceptibly closer to her. She turned to see his face flushed and his eyes glazed with an unmistakable passion as they looked down at her with more openness and love than she had ever seen before in a man's eyes.
"God, Cate...."oh, Cate!"
The young mother could feel every muscle in her body tense as the startled realization smacked into her fevered, tortured brain. He wanted her! He really wanted and desired her! Yes, he had the same thoughts, the same feelings, the same rampant and unquenchable desire for her that she had felt for him! Look at his face! It was glowing all over his ruggedly handsome features like a blazing torch in a deep dark dungeon!
Henry felt Cate's body relax and knew that she returned his ardor with equal fervor. Incredible as it seemed, as remote as it had seemed only last afternoon, she felt the same way he did now! All those years of loving her from a distance and silently ... and now she felt the same way about him! She was hungry, voraciously hungry for him, just as he was for her! At last, at long last his most vivid recurring dreams were going to come true! At last he was going to hold her in his arms and feel the softly supple skin of her naked body against his own, feel the tremors of excitement ripple through her as he kissed her neck and breasts and vaginal mound! It was crazy, it was all a fantastic illusion! And yet ... yet it was curiously, distantly, real! He was powerless to stop himself now, not after all these years he had loved her secretly. It was crazy, it was wild, and now that he knew how Cate felt about him, it was light years beyond his control. The fire raced through his veins and his anxiously excited penis jerked and throbbed beneath his robe as if screaming for release and as he stared longingly into Cate's eyes, he could see the desire flaming there as it did within his groin. No, nothing could stop them now! Nothing!
Cate squeezed her eyes tightly shut and wetly parted her hotly anxious lips in open invitation to her ardently aroused step-brother. Leaning back, she felt herself strongly supported by his arms and knew that he would be able to control himself no longer. No, at last, at long last, she had found a man who truly loved her, appreciated her for what she was and asked no more. His strong arms held her then pulled her close to him and within moments his warmly eager mouth covered hers, completely engulfing her lips with his warm, moist ones. Cate's tongue darted forward as if impelled by a rocket and slipped past his teeth and into the warmly receptive depths of his mouth and she was moaning now, her hand circling his neck and teasing little patterns on his sun-tanned skin as she pressed his head tightly to hers, molding their mouths together into one excited, wetly locked orifice.
Henry was beside himself with the fever of his arousal. Never before had any woman excited him so, never before had a woman managed to incite such intense and burning passion within his anxious groin! His fingers caressed her shoulders beneath her robe and then moved down, opening that soft covering, moving down as if they had a life of their own beyond his control, moving down slowly over the ripely lush hillocks of her beautifully rounded breasts. Their tongue slaved arduously into each other's warmly entombing mouths in mock-copulation and both were making moaning, mewling sounds of abandoned rapture.
Pulling her warm body closer to him, Henry felt his cock grow into erect, turgid hardness beneath his robe, felt it pulse with insatiable desire as the warmth of her body and the sweet womanly fragrance of her subtle perfume invaded his nostrils. Yes, she was everything he had ever wanted in a woman and he had loved her so well and for so long-nothing else mattered now but Cate, nothing at all. She was all he wanted and he wanted all of her, every single fiber of her warm womanly body. His eager fingers wrapped themselves around her softly pliant breasts, kneaded the warmly tremulous flesh, and now his prick throbbed painfully, straining to be free and buried within the heated depths of her vaginal cavern, his breath came now in ragged spurts shuttering hotly into his lovely step-sister's voraciously hungry mouth and he could hear deep purrs of wanton desire surging up from the very core of Cate's being.
Oh, God! What am I doing? she thought dizzily. Why can't I control my emotions? Why am I letting my passions run away with me? Oh, God, it's been so long, so very long, since a loving man held me in his arms ... and I want him! I want his rock-hard penis inside of my belly! Oh, I do! I do! Cate was at once afraid to continue and afraid to stop. She wanted to stop it because he was her step-brother; yet she wanted it to happen, wanted to make love to the one man in all of her young life who had truly loved her, wanted to love him as she had loved no man since her young husband Bud. The young mother fought a hopeless battle against her conscience and finally gave in to her own heatedly aroused desires and damn the consequences!
Henry relaxed his arms and let her slip gently back onto the cushiony softness of the bed and now his right hand was sliding upward along the whiteness of her bare and trembling thigh, sliding along the warm, soft skin under the hem of her robe. Slowly it moved, teasingly, higher and higher, and Cate shivered with the rapidly mounting passion his gentle, and oh-so-tender caress was causing to race thrillingly through her blood. Then the tips of his wandering fingers touched the smooth nylon crotch band covering her tremulously burning vagina, slipping up and down the hotly moistening cuntal furrow as she grunted softly and widened her legs in open invitation to his erotic invasion.
Oh God, it feels so good! Oh, his fingers are like magic, like a sorcerer's flame between my legs! God, how I want him, need him, have to feel his beautiful cock fucking up inside me! Oh, God help me, I want his fingers inside my cunt like I've never wanted anything before! Oh, Henry!
Henry's probing fingers, as though able to read her wanton thoughts, pushed the flimsy elastic band of her panties aside and, extending his long middle finger, let it slip easily into the lust-moistened passage of her pussy, exulting in the fevered thought that she would soon be his, completely and nakedly his, just as he had always dreamed that she would be. Yes, soon it would not be his finger but his own lust-incited-cock driving up into the flame-licked depths of her tremulously excited vagina where his finger was eagerly and slipperily working right now. Her step-brother brought that finger up, up along the seething wetness of her passion-drenched cunt to the sensitive tip of her clitoris, playing with the tiny erotic bud, reveling in the warm feel of her softness and the vibrating arousal of her firm, perfectly formed young body, his breath exploding from his hotly working mouth into hers, his tongue ceaselessly fucking in between her hotly devouring lips.
Soft growlings of impassioned desire spilled around Henry's voraciously working mouth as he removed his exploring finger from the hotly clasping channel of her cunt and his hands worked with feverish intensity to unmask the hidden hills and valleys of her voluptuously ripe young body after which he lusted so desperately. The robe, already opened, slipped off easily and Cate, as if transfixed, helped him by moving her body around so that he could slip the soft material off .her shoulders and pull it out from under her nakedly revealed body. Then her lacy nylon panties were drawn slowly, slowly over her smooth and curvaceous hips and thighs by Henry's expertly eager fingers while Cate obediently raised her trembling buttocks in the air to assist him. At last, the softly fleecy triangle of her pubic mound was displayed in all its sumptuous glory before Henry's eyes, wet already with the heated juices of her passion, then the petal-like, softly hair-fringed expanse of her torridly aroused cunt was revealed to the feasting eyes of her own step-brother that were aglow with the devouring flame of desire.
Spasmodic little jolts of pleasure rippled through Cate's nakedly lusting body as her step-brother moaned with enthralled desire as his eagerly exploring hands closed over the firm fleshiness of her huge throbbing breasts. She heard him gasp at the lovliness of those cherry-capped hillocks as his thumbs rolled expertly over the pinkly distended nipples, making them still harder as chills of sublime pleasure raced through her heatedly excited body. Then, she watched as his head lowered slowly, tantalizingly, over her chest and she felt his hotly moist mouth encompass one of the achingly warm peaks, flicking and rolling his tongue maddeningly, sending new sparks of blazing pleasure through her nakedly quivering body. She groaned in sheer abandoned pleasure and her hips began to undulate in that familiar and intense erotic rhythm on the soft bed as Henry continued to suck hungrily with a voracious appetite the rosy hardness of her tremulous nipples while he moved on the bed beside her, groaning all the while in his aroused excitement at the perfectly sculpted lines of her naked flesh.
Suddenly, his hands and mouth were absent from Cate's body and she opened her eyes wide. Henry was tearing at his own robe, pulling it with hotly anxious fingers from his body and casting it carelessly onto the floor beside the bed. And she knew now that it wouldn't be much longer! Soon, very soon she would feel his strong masculine nakedness beside her own nakedly trembling body, and soon she would be loved again with the fierce tenderness of a hotly passionate lover.
"Oh, Henry! Henry, how I need you! How I want you to love me! Yes, darling, hurry, hurry!" Cate moaned in wild abandon as she watched her handsome strong step-brother beside her on the bed. It was the first time she had ever seen him naked, the first time she had ever seen his lean, hard-muscled body as it poised beside her for one brief moment. Her eyes automatically locked on the rigid pole of flesh standing proudly out from his darkly forested loins-that thick, turgid, blood-swollen penis that would soon be fucking sensuously up into the heat of her now desire-drenched womb! She drew in her breath sharply, her eyes going wide in disbelief. My God, it's so much bigger than I thought it would be! And the enormous bulk of his hotly throbbing organ only increased her already mounting ecstasy and her thighs opened still wider, opening and closing spasmodically at the exciting prospect of soon having such a massively thick cock fucking hotly up between them. God, I can't wait! I've got to have it all, all of it, every hotly pulsing inch of it inside me! God, how long I've yearned for such a magnificent male cock driving into my cunt!
"Cate! Oh God, you're so beautiful!
You're even more gorgeous than I thought you would be! Cate, how I love you and want you-
I'll never be able to live without you again!"
Henry whispered, his hot breath racing like wildfire into her ear.
"Oh Henry, I need you too! God, how I want you right now! How I want your cock inside me! Oh, Henry, do it now! Please! Yes, please, right now, I can't stand it anymore!"
Her handsome, loving step-brother settled his masculine, virile body next to hers on the cushiony softness of the bed and she watched as his dark, curly head dipped down once more over her quivering alabaster breasts. The young mother moaned softly in sublime delight as she watched him take first one ruby-hard nipple and then the other into his warm moist mouth, sucking the rigidly throbbing gems until she thought she would scream out loud from the intensity of the pleasure-ripples trembling through her nakedly aroused young flesh. Her hands searched desperately between their heated nakedness to find the rock-hard shaft of his manhood and her step-brother gasped as he felt the hot, searing tips of her anxiously searching fingers close over his erectly pulsing organ and tease at the turgidly heated rod like licking flames of fire. Then his mouth lifted from the sumptuous mounds of her quivering breasts and closed once again over the warmly waiting lips. Their tongues automatically lashed out at each other in mock battle and she crushed the full length of her hotly naked body against his and ground her anxious pelvis hard into him. And then, twisting suddenly, she pulled his naked body over until it lay on top of her own and she spread her softly trembling thighs as far apart as they would go in open invitation to his lust-stiffened cock.
"Oh Henry," she moaned, breaking the lock of their mouths briefly, "Henry, I need you so! How I want to feel your cock inside of me! How I love the touch of your hands on my body, the feel of your fingers, the tip of your tongue! Oooooooh, Henry!"
Cate's hands ran wildly like licking tongues of hotly searing flames all up and down the length of his nakedly sweating body, tracing the outlines of his hard, skin-encased muscles, along the cleft of his back, around his shoulders, down his side to his slender waistline, exploring every square inch of his naked, loving body. His hotly throbbing prick now rested against the soft pliancy of her thighs, pressed into the narrow, fur-fringed slit of her readily spread pussy. She arched her back then, levering their two naked bodies up with the strength of her back, and reached down under and around her buttocks to spread her lust-moistened vaginal lips apart, giving the bulbous head of his cock greater contact with the heatedly sensitive flesh as it lay cradled in the full length of her wetly pulsing furrow. Then, she relaxed, dropping her body back to the cushiony softness of the bed with her step-brother's turgidly palpitating shaft still trapped in between the warm softness of her tremulous thighs.
"Cate! Cate, you're too magnificent! Ooooh, God, Cate!"
Henry now forced his hands between her soft shoulders and the bed, sliding them down along the curves of her soft-skinned back and listened to his own passionate moans blending with her own. Her body undulated rhythmically against his as his hands slid beneath her to cup the rounded fullness of her softly supple buttocks and he pulled her dampened cunt furrow hard up against the pulsing shaft of his rock hard flesh. Teasingly, he moved the shaft up and down the fiery hotness of the thin little slit, feeling it grow hotter and wetter and more tremulous as her passion seethed wildly up out of her. And in response to his tantalizing motions, her hips began a more desperate rotation up against his loins until her legs suddenly snaked out on either side of him, her calves hooking over and locking against the back of his own powerfully muscled thighs, pulling him in tighter to her own simmering loins.
"Ooooooaaaauuugh!" she cried in delirious ecstasy. She was crazy now, aroused to the very brink of maddening and rapturous desire, plagued with the feverish need to have him inside of her, fucking wildly into the smoldering depths of her fire-filled cunt. She would go mad if he didn't fuck into her soon! "Oh, please give me your cock! Your cock! Aaaauuuuugh! I can't stand it any more!"
Her pelvis ground forward as she cried, begging for the invasion of the iron-hard organ of Henry's masculinity. Her hands reached desperately for it, guiding it between the moist lips of her hot and eagerly receptive pussy while Henry groaned with an animalistic desire as he felt the hotly anxious fingers of his step-sister move along his hardened shaft. He felt her guide it up and down the fiery hot furrow between her wide-splayed legs, parting the wet softness of her hotly trembling vaginal lips with its blunt, blood-filled head. The pressure burned in his balls painfully and he knew he couldn't hold back any longer, that he would explode right then and there if he didn't soon thrust his massively turgid prick up into her warmly waiting belly. He had to fuck it deep, deep inside her quivering belly just as she had begged him to do, deep into the moist confines of her hotly waiting cunt!
Henry wasted not a moment. With a powerful flexing of his hips, he drove his lust-impelled pole of rock-hard flesh deep into the gaping wet mouth up between her obscenely parted thighs, drove it as hard and as deep as he could into her wildly clasping cunt with the force of a demon-driven wild man.
Henry groaned with the passionate pleasure as he felt the warm moist walls of her womb snap tightly shut around his hotly throbbing cock, devouring it hungrily as it raced the full depths of that hotly clinging sheath, the seething walls lubricating its path all along the way. Suddenly, the full length of his wildly pulsing hardness slammed against her waiting cervix, his balls slapping loudly down against the nakedly upraised cheeks of her buttocks. Soon he began a rhythmically erotic fucking motion up into her squirming cunt hungrily, greedily fucking into her voraciously clasping pussy as her own erotic undulations matched his own with each powerful inward fuck. Gradually, her tempo increased, urging him on harder and faster with lewdly provocative mewling sounds as she licked and sucked his ear, her hot breath racing into it only serving to excite him further.
"Ummmmmmmmm! Aaaaaaauuuuuuugh! Yes ... oh yes ... yes, love me ... fill me up....harder ... faster ... oh, fill me ... ummmmmm!" she moaned in wildly ecstatic passion as she felt each ramrod thrust of his powerful prick smashing against her cervix deep up inside. "Yes ... yes ... oh I love you ... yes, fill me with your cock ... with your big beautiful cock ... love me ... fuck me ... fill me ... oooooooooowwwwwwwww!"
CHAPTER THREE
Pete lay on the soft cool grass by the swimming pool, his arm wrapped tenderly around the naked body of his teenage girl friend, Pam Lodge, both of them basking in the warm afterglow of a successful sexual encounter. Both felt a warm, inner radiance as they lay silently, staring up at the dark sky full of thousands of tiny stars sparkling like little gems. The music of their portable radio hummed softly nearby and the light from the giant flood-lamp shimmered on top of the sky-blue pool water.
The young teenager's thoughts were not on the girl beside him but on his newly-returned mother. Yes, he had always loved her, instinctively, and had always defended her staunchly when anyone spoke ill of her. He remembered all the years in school, eagerly searching his mailbox every day, hoping against hope that there would soon be another lovely letter from his mother. And there always was, once a week, as regular as clock-work. He remembered how he used to run into the privacy of his room to open those letters, how he read and re-read and relished every word written in that fine, neat little hand on those pages.
And yet, at the same time, whenever he spoke to her and on the few brief occasions when he saw her face-to-face, somehow his resentment had always managed to overshadow his love for her. Somehow, for some inexplicable reason, he had always felt awkward, not knowing what to say or what to do, not wanting to show too much open affection for this woman who had essentially abandoned him for fear that she would hurt him more deeply than she already had.
But this time was different. He was older now, more mature, with one full year of college behind him. And she, too, was different. Her feeling of guilt and repentance were written all over her face now and what a beautiful face it was, even more magnificent than he had remembered it to be! Yes, she had come home now, really come home. Not for merely an extended visit, but for good! She had come back to him and now she would never leave him again! The mother that he had always cherished had at last come out of the background and into the sun-lit foreground of his life and he had discovered that afternoon and evening a new relaxed ease with her, a new compassion for her plight, and new and intense feeling of love for her. Yes, he would be with her from now on, their lives implacably molded together as one.
The youth's thoughts were torn from his mother by the teasingly soft touch of Pam's fingertips tracing little circles around his chest, wandering tantalizingly across his pectoral muscles and around his small masculine nipples. The sweet, girlish fragrance of her invaded his nostrils as she pressed her mouth to his, warmly invading his moist mouth with her darting hot tongue. Then she unlocked her lips from hs and let her blonde head rest on his chest while once again her fingers began slow, provocative movements along the hairy skin of his broad young chest.
"Guess it's about time to take you home, isn't it?" he murmured, not really wanting to be parted just yet from this passionately loving young girl, but realizing that the hour must be very late indeed.
"Urn, I suppose so ... but maybe ... before we go ... just one last time...? "
Pete laughed. This hot-blooded young girl couldn't get enough of his pile-driving cock up in the steaming channel of her voracious cunt! It intoxicated him the way she always wanted him, the way she was always so greedily hungry for still more sex as soon as they had finished one exciting round of sexual adventure! He had never before encountered a woman with a more insatiable appetite for fucking and he was immensely flattered that it was his cock she wanted, craved, begged for all the time! He heard her giggle cunningly as he turned to stare into the warm, smooth-skinned and beautiful face of Pam Lodge.
"Not tonight," he finally demurred. "I'd still like to spend a little time with my mom. We've been out here for along time already."
"Oh Pete," the seventeen year-old begged, "please! Just once more just one more time! God, how I love having your cock buried deep inside my belly! Please!"
Pete chuckled knowingly. "Tomorrow. Tomorrow night we'll go to the movies ... and then up to Devil's Ridge ... and we'll park the car...."
"Oh, Pete! I can't wait till tomorrow!"
Pete could feel the stirrings of rampant desire in his loins, for the sensuous sexuality she exuded was like an intoxicating liquor to the young man's hotly racing blood. "Tomorrow night. I promise. I'll do it to you three different times in three different ways! I'll eat you all up and then you can eat me! It'll be good, really good, I promise you."
Pam giggled again, delightedly, wriggling her nakedly warm body next to his. "Ummm! I can hardly wait! Ummmmm!"
"Come on let's go in and have some more champagne, shall we?" Pete urged, lifting his lean, lithe, naked body from the grass then stretching out his arms to pull his teenage girl friend to her feet. Then, he picked up her short terry-cloth robe and gently wrapped it around her naked body before reaching for a towel to wrap around his naked loins.
They walked slowly back towards the house, his strong young arm wrapped tightly around her slender young waist, drawing her body close to his as they stepped along the flagstone path to the stairs of the deck. These they climbed slowly, her head nestled against his chest so that once more the sweet womanly fragrance of her crashed into his nostrils making his cock jerk excitedly beneath the towel wrapped tightly around his slender young loins.
Mid-way across the deck the two young figures stopped. What's that noise? It sounds like ... no, it can t be! But it sure does sound like ... like someone is ... no, it can't possibly ... Pete's thought swirled in jumbled confusion for the unmistakable noises coming from a window that opened onto the deck were the passionate moans and mewlings of love-making! And who could it be, but...?
Pam caught the tenseness in Pete's body and moved with him slowly, cautiously, towards that open window, towards those clearly lust-incited sounds of human breathing and moaning that seemed to float on the night air like feathers. She clung tightly to him when at last they reached the window and pressed their faces to the glass...
Jesus Christ!
It's ... it's ... Jesus Christ, it's Mom! Mom is ... getting fucked ... by Uncle Henry!
A startled, disbelieving gasp caught in the young boy's throat as he stood, silent and motionless, for a long and breathless moment with his teenage girl friend by his side. His vision seemed to cloud, to go fuzzy and blurry as the tears welled in his eyes and he put out his hand against the wooden wall to support his weak-kneed body! The image of his naked mother being fucked by the nakedly thrusting pole of his Uncle Henry seemed to be etched like a firebrand on his brain as his mother, his own newly reconciled mother, undulated her curvaceous hips to openly welcome each pounding thrust, each granite-hard, throbbing inch of his uncle's thickly turgid penis into the softly pink, hair-fringed folds of her cock-hungry cunt! I can't believe it! It just ... can't be real! I.. . I thought she ... I thought she had come away from all that! God, it just can't ... can't-can't be true! My own mother fucking like a common whore on the very first night she's here! And with Uncle Henry, her own step-brother! No! No, it's not true!
But it was true. Very much so. The shocked young teenager fought to regain his self-composure, to sort out the wildly conflicting thoughts and accusations and excuses that clashed within his mind as he watched with mesmerized fascination at the carnally incited couple locked nakedly together by cock and cunt on the bed, illuminated to his vision by one single shaft of bright moonlight that splashed across the bed, across their glistening, sweating bodies as they thrashed madly against each other in rhythmic fucking motions. Why? How? What happened? How could she ... how could he ... how could they ... fuck ... together?
The boy sought in vain for an explanation, for some overpowering reason that had driven his mother and his uncle to this nearly incestuous, lust-propelled act. Suddenly, he wanted to run away. If he could only turn his face away from that obscene tableau, if only his legs would be strong enough to carry him away, far and fast away from the wretchedly provocative sight of the twisting, naked bodies catapulted to the sublime heights of sexual rapture...
No! No! This ... just ... can't ... be!
But try as he might to deny what his eyes revealed as truth, he could not negate the sight of his nakedly undulating mother, with a look of sheer ecstasy flushing her face, who welcomed each pile-driving thrust as his uncle fucked savagely into her wide-splayed cunt with his long hot hardness, again and again and again...
Damn you! Damn you both! God, I hate you now! Why did you have to come home? Why did you have to come and ruin my love for you by seducing Uncle Henry like this! You did this on purpose ... and I was ready to ... to ... oh, damn you! Damn you to hell!
Suddenly, the young teenage boy felt his own cock begin to stir and throb crazily beneath his tightly wrapped towel, to rise slowly into vibrant, pulsing erection as he stared like a man transfixed as the carnal display being performed with vigorous ardor in the bedroom of his mother. Almost without his being aware of it, he was becoming more and more aroused the longer he watched, more and more excited as his own voluptuous mother, the woman who had borne him and then neglected him, the woman he had so fervently loved through all the years of their separation, was being fucked shitless by his own uncle, her step-brother! He stared, spellbound, at the reaming thick cock of his own uncle as it rammed again and again into the warmly moist, glistening folds of pink pussy flesh and he heard their groans arid moans of wildly abandoned pleasure which seemed to crash into his ears like thunder.
" ... Yes ... yes ... oh I love you ... yes, fill me with your cock ... with your big beautiful cock ... love me ... fuck me ... fill me ... oooooowwwwwwwww!"
His mother's voice, distorted and ragged with ecstasy, leapt out of the open window and smashed into the boy's fevered brain as he stood, supported by the' outside wall, his arm still tightly clasped around his teenage girl friend, watching with abject fascination at the nakedly fucking couple. Suddenly, he felt the hotly moist lips of Pam Lodge, her soft body cradled with her back to him her head back on his shoulder, nibbling erotically around his ear, her hot scalding breath racing into his ear like wildfire. She, too, had become desperately aroused by the lewd and seductive sight of the nakedly fucking older couple and felt the warm juices of her own passion beginning to seep down between her slowly parting thighs. Damn! What a sight! Will you look at them go in there! He's fucking into her like he hasn't fucked in years, like he was a sex-starved demon! God, and look at the size of his cock! What I wouldn't do to get that fabulous thick thing inside of my own hungry cunt! Jesus Christ, what a sight! God, it's making me hot ... so hot ... I need a cock myself ... right now!
Pam could feel her nipples already hardening lustfully beneath her terry-cloth robe and the large globes of her pliant young breasts began to throb with a wild excitement. The carnal lust she was witnessing drove her half out of her mind with raging passion and she knew that she couldn't have Henry Jordan's cock at least, not tonight ... maybe not ever but she could certainly have Pete's sweet cock fucking up inside her cunt once more before she had to go home! She let her hand drift down the front of his body, behind her, to touch his towel-encased loins, and she could feel his rigidly throbbing cock struggling against the soft material. Yes, he too was excited ... the sight of his mother and uncle fucking was doing the same thing to him that it was doing to her...
Pam thrust her body harder back against
Pete's as her eyes still followed the nakedly fucking couple inside the bedroom. Pete's mother's legs were spread wide, as wide as they would go, and her legs were wrapped around his uncle's sweat-glistening torso, pulling him ever closer, ever tighter into the widely welcoming passage of her cock-hungry cunt. Pam moaned softly as her hand began to softly caress Pete's towel-wrapped erection while she once again let her warmly hungry lips nibble enticingly at his ear while her wet little pink tongue darted teasingly inside.
The young teenage boy moaned softly, feeling the flames of rampant desire surging through his blood as Pam expertly caressed his throbbingly rigid cock and pendulous, cum-filling testicles. A low, tortured, guttural sound spilled from the boy's throat and Pam knew that he could resist no longer-, that his own excitement was as intense as hers and demanded satisfaction. He didn't protest when his seventeen year-old girl friend turned in his arms and seductively unfastened the towel around his waist and let it drop to the deck, nor did he protest when she opened the front of her robe to reveal the tantalizingly soft mounds of her breasts and placed one of his hands upon one of the tremulously excited melons. She then pressed her naked, firm young ruby-crested breasts against the boy's naked chest, rolling her torso back and forth so that her lust-hardened nipples felt like tiny needle-points against his hair-covered body. Then, she began passionately planting hot wet kisses on his neck and throat, nibbling occasionally at his ear, sliding her moistened loving lips along his shoulders as she continued to gently fondle his now nakedly exposed and rapidly hardening prick.
"Ummmmm, I like your cock, lover," she moaned as she rubbed the turgidly throbbing organ up and down her seething, lust-dampened cuntal slit, teasing the head through the soft, wet fringes of her blonde pussy hair, sending sparks of passionate pleasure through them both.
Pete's eyes were still fastened on the nakedly fucking couple in the bedroom, on the pinkly moistened lips of his own mother's outer vagina which disappeared up into the hot, dark depths of her cunt with each powerful in fuck of Uncle Henry's madly plundering penis, then came out once more into full erotic view with each backstroke. He heard them wail and whine, crying out with the sublime rapture of their passion, saw her fingers digging into the flesh of his uncle's back, saw the muscles of her thighs straining to pull his naked body closer into hers, to force his pile-driving cock still further into the soft-walled depths of her fire-filled cunt-tunnel! They were like two wild beasts fucking with unabashed fervor and once again he was seized with the desire to turn and run fast and far away. Get away from here! Now! Run away before something even worse happens! It's wrong, wrong, your mother and your uncle fucking like crazy in there! You can't watch anymore! You've got to run away! the feverishly tortured youth told himself.
But Pam's fingers were like hotly licking flames on his blood-pounding cock as she turned her back to him, and leaning forward slightly toward the window guided the palpitating head across her whitely quivering young buttocks, tantalizing and teasing the heavily throbbing organ until Pete was aroused beyond control, until the erotic caresses of his girl friend and the lewd fucking of his mother combined to drive him beyond the brink of self-control. He had io have Pam right now, had to fuck into her warm, soft cunt and shoot his semen far up into the fiery depths of her belly!
Both Pete and Pam were breathing harshly, raggedly now. Pam teased the rubbery hard tip of his pulsing cock up and down the moist hot furrow between her openly inviting ass cheeks across the passion-drenched folds of her aching vaginal lips, over her sensitively aroused clitoris, and back again to the fire-filled regions of her hungry cunt, moaning and groaning with wild abandon. It was at the very moment when she was working the bulbous, lust-heated head into the trembling, moistly waiting pink pussy flesh when they both heard the animalistic screech of Pete's mother from inside the bedroom.
"Aaaaaauugh! Heeeeenry! I'm almost cuuuuuuuuuming! Oooohhhh, Heeeeeenry! Make me cuuuuuuuum wild!" si
Pete leaned forward, not taking his eyes off the twisting, thrashing, jerking couple in the bedroom and ran his hands up and down Pam's nakedly exposed young hips in spasmodic movements while the full blunt head of his heavily throbbing cock slipped wetly from behind up into her hotly clinging cunt that slipped up over and surrounded his invading hardness with a soft, warm wetness like sweet flowing honey...
The teenage boy, holding her sensuously curved hips tightly suddenly thrust forward with all his might, sending his full hot length like a flash of lightening through his teenage girl friend's youthfully receptive cunt, filling her completely, battering mercilessly against her cervix, hot and hard and thick and deep in her quivering belly, and Pam felt a maddening, intensely smoldering ecstasy within her aching body as she rolled and rocked to meet his every pile-driving thrust. Moaning with delighted abandon as the handsome youth's sweating, naked loins smacked firmly against her nakedly churning buttocks, she tightened the hotly moistened walls of her hungry cunt, clasping his cock greedily while he moaned like an angry animal from deep within his throat. Again and again he fucked up into the soft-walled shelter of her welcoming cunt as they both watched the two naked figures in the bedroom approaching the final ecstatic moment of their orgasm.
His youthful hips drove forward with an ever intensifying tempo as his hands busily squeezed and kneaded at the softly pliant flesh of her ripely rounded buttocks so that the skin rippled like ocean waves through his powerful fingers. His long hot hardness of youth flashed madly up into her eagerly engulfing cuntal channel and she continued to roll and twist back against his plunging loins, eagerly taking in the full width and girth of his thickly throbbing organ into her fiery little belly. It had never been like this before, never this intensely pleasurable and overpoweringly blissful! Soon she felt him eagerly, frantically, kissing her neck as his hands reached under her thrashing, writhing body to cup and knead at the young globes of her rhythmically dancing breasts and then one of his anxiously probing hands slipped down over her soft stomach to the wetly moistened curls of her pubic fleece! God, this is heaven! This is better ... so much better ... than it's ever been before! What an incredible fuck this is! Pete had never ever been this ... this ... animalistic in all the times we've fucked together! God, I love it, love it!
His hand began to move up and down now, parting her blonde-bearded pussy lips and moving with a teasing, tantalizing motion back and forth over the excitedly aroused bud of her quivering clitoris so that new ripples of intense pleasure shivered through her naked flesh and she knew it wouldn't be much longer now. Soon, very soon, they would both explode together, cum together in sublime and soul-satisfying orgasm! She watched now as Cate and Henry, completely lost in the wild frenzy of their crashing orgasm, thrashed wildly on the bed reaching to the very pinnacle of sexual pleasure that they had been struggling towards for so long. Pam watched intently, and knew that Pete was watching too, as Cate spiraled her cunt wildly up around the fleshy invading pole of her step-brother as it drove ever deeper into the fiery depths of her quivering belly, her vagina dilating in time to its rhythmic ramrodding, its tiny contracting muscles nibbling greedily at the lust-inflated head of his turgidly driving cock. The lips of her soft pink pussy warmly welcomed the hammering rod as it fucked again and again into the deepest regions of her hungrily churning cunt. Both of them moaned and cried in passionate, incoherent ecstasy as the final burst of sublime orgasm began to overwhelm their nakedly sweating bodies. Both Pam and Pete could tell that Uncle Henry's viscous hot cum would explode at any second into the warmly waiting womb of Pete's mother, that soon the most blissful sensation of all time would consume them both...
"Harder ... harder ... faster ... fuck ... fuck me ... oh fuck me . . .God, Henry, I'm almost ... there ... almost ... oh, harder, harder, harder!" the two teenagers heard Cate cry breathlessly as she pounded her heels with a frantic rhythmic tempo on his back and jack-knifed her legs up to mash her knees tightly back against the quivering mounds of her voluptuous breasts, offering him the full wide-open expanse of her upturned cuntal furrow. Mad, impassioned lust contorted her beautiful face and flushed her whole naked body as she ground her buttocks hungrily up at his desperately pumping loins, striving, straining, reaching towards that final climax, climbing, climbing, closer and closer...
"Oh Heeeeenry! I'm ... cummmmming! It's ... really ... here ... I'm cuuuuming!" The words crashed from Cate's throat as her body jerked and writhed with the lust-propelled spasm of final, mind-blowing release, squirming her hips beneath the frenzied motions of her handsome step-brother in a wildly uninhibited dance of sublime sexual ecstasy.
"I'm ... cumming, too ... cuuuuming, darling," Henry murmured breathlessly, feeling the hotly thick streams of his semen spilling into her eagerly sucking cunt in a seemingly never-ending burst, emptying his cum-laden testicles through his jerking cock into the deep, deep, depths of her thirstily drinking pussy, pouring out all of his long-submerged love and desire for her as he felt her madly spasming body twisting and thrashing and straining for that sublime pinnacle of ecstasy. Their bodies seemed to melt together as the young teenage couple watched from outside the open window, listening to the impassioned moanings and mewlings of the climaxing older couple nakedly rocking and rolling on the bed. Finally, they saw the spasms begin to subside although their bodies were still filled with the tremors of their lust, saw Henry slowly withdraw his now flaccid organ with a soft wet sucking sound, leaving gossamer trails of thin strands of semen along the white softness of Cate's belly as he rolled off of her nakedly satisfied body and then turned to kiss her full and hard on the lips.
Suddenly, Pam could hold back no longer. Poised precariously on the edge of her own mind-shattering orgasm for some time now, she finally burst free with a pleasure so acute that it was almost painful, every trembling fiber of her body quaking with the spasmodic tremors of her climaxing passion. And behind her, his eyes glazed heavily with fiery lust, her teenage boy friend felt the chilling pleasure rippling through her trembling teenage body and knew that his own orgasm was only seconds away. With one hard forward fuck up into her teenage girl friend's warmly sucking pussy, his balls churning, burning beneath him, he suddenly felt the blazing explosion of his fiery, white-hot liquid racing down the full length of his wildly jerking prick and racing like a volcanic eruption into the feverishly milking confines of her hotly bursting cunt. He heard her gurgle and groan with abandoned pleasure in front of him as his cum erupted into her, filling her belly from behind with its boiling heated force, while he kneaded her voluptuous breasts feverishly. His cock spasmed crazily in the hot moist flesh of her voraciously hungry cunt, filling her to the brim and finally spilling out in thin trails along her milky white thighs until finally the deeply imbedded shaft gave one last, final spurt of steaming hot liquid and the once-hard phallus began to dwindle down and down and down to a mere replica of its former potency.
Breathing still raggedly, Pete slid his deflated member out of her still gently nibbling cunt walls and they both fell against the wall, panting unevenly, feeling the last quivering tremors of their desire beginning to subside within their naked flesh.
"God ... Pete ... that was wonderful ... magnificent ... the best ever!" Pam panted, letting her hands roam fondly over his nakedly masculine flesh. "The best ... the very best...."
But Pete didn't hear her. He was looking still, over the top of her blonde young head, into the open window of his mother's bedroom, looking through the parted drapes at the nakedly lying figures of his mother and uncle. In the one shaft of moonlight that illuminated the room, the teenage boy could clearly discern the outline of their figures, could clearly see his mother's small hands running enticingly up and down the naked torso of his uncle, as his hands warmly fondled the luscious globes of her mammoth breasts. They kissed, passionately, their lips locked firmly together, mewling sounds escaping from their throats as their hands gently fondled each other's naked bodies.
A soft, gasping cry again broke from the boy's throat. That was his mother in there, his own precious, well-loved mother, nakedly displayed before his very eyes. He pushed Pam roughly away from him, gathered up his discarded towel, fastened it once more around his waist, and then picked up Pam's robe and handed it to her.
"Come on let's get dressed. I'm taking you home," he growled angrily. Pam stared at him, dumbfounded, astounded by his apparent anger. Well, he wasn't the only fish in the sea. Not by a long shot. It was time, anyway, to taste another cock, wasn't it? Besides, she thought, he'll be different tomorrow ... he's just upset...
"Come on, I said!" Pete barked. "Get dressed. We haven't got all night."
No, but I wish we did! she thought, her mind turning to the long hard thickness of Uncle Henry's cock that had just fucked her teenage boy friend's mother into wild, screaming orgasm...
* * *
CHAPTER FOUR
Stretching languidly beneath the soft sheets, Cate MacDonald studied the bright shaft of sunlight that poured in through the parted drapes of her open bedroom window. The warmth of it fell across the bed as if to welcome her into the new day and she could hear the soft calling of birds outside, the thick rustling of the trees as the wind sighed through their branches. The day was a perfect greeting to the new woman Cate felt herself to be that morning.
The events of the previous night spilled like a tidal wave through her mind as she turned to see the naked figure of Henry Jordan beside her beneath the sheets. His eyes were closed still, his breathing sonorous and regular, his chest heaving up and down with each breath. One arm lay stretched out to her, the other rested, crooked, by his side and he suddenly looked so handsome to his younger step-sister, so ruggedly and vigorously alive, so warmly compassionate and loving! God, but he was a fine, sensual, handsome man! Cate had almost forgetten how warmly passionate, how emotionally satisfying real lovemaking could be! She had almost forgotten the feverish intensity which could attack her loins, the boldly provocative and pleasurable sensations that could paralyze her brain and incite her body to the very heights of glorious sexual fulfillment! Yes, Henry had been a truly magnificent lover, one to treasure and to hold onto no matter what the price!
Henry was a man, a real man, one who could care for her and love her like no other man had, not even Bud!
And, after all, it wasn't like they were related by blood! No, he was only her step-brother! It didn't seem quite right ... but then it didn't seem as wicked and evil and perverted as real incest, either!
She smiled coyly at the knowledge, the sure certainty that Henry felt the same way about her. The only ticklish question in her mind was Pete ... how would Pete take this news? What would he think of his mother and uncle coming together in such an intimate relationship. Was he mature enough at his tender age to understand? And would he?
Cate sighed and cuddled close to her new-found lover, softly kissing his cheeks, his neck, his ears, and finally his mouth. She felt him stir restlessly beneath the covers and at last his warmly brown eyes flickered open.
"Ummmm, good morning, darling," he sighed, reaching to press her naked body close to his with his strong-muscled arms. "And it is a good morning, isn't it?"
"Yes, darling, it is."
"Did you sleep well, Cate?"
"Ummm, indeed, I slept very well. Henry ... I...."
"You're not sorry about last night, are you?" he asked, tremors of nervous concern ringing in his voice.
"No, I'm not sorry," Cate proclaimed honestly. "Quite the contrary."
Henry's smile of relief was wide across the rugged features of his handsome face. That one look of sublime contentment was enough to tell Cate, as if she didn't already know, that Henry's ardor had not diminished with the passing night. And it was proven a moment later when he said, softly, holding her face in his hands, "Cate, I love you. Always have, you know. I love you ... and I want to marry you! Oh, I know it's too soon now. But maybe in a few months, when you and Pete are truly reconciled, maybe we can get married."
"Oh, Henry! Do you ... do you really mean that?" Cate cried, tears welling up in her lovely blue eyes. "I ... I ... I don't know what to say!"
"Say yes," he urged, caressing the smooth, flushing skin of her beautiful face, his fingers teasing circles around her ears. "Say you'll marry me. God, Cate, how I want you!"
"Oh, Henry, I want you too ... only ... well ... it's all so ... so sudden," Cate stammered, hardly believing that the man of her dreams had finally proclaimed his love for her, that in fact the man of her dreams had been a reality of her life ever since she was fourteen years old!
"It isn't sudden for me, Cate, I've always loved you, always. And I promise that I'll make you happy, happier than you have ever dreamed you could be!" he declared, kissing her neck and throat and shoulders as he spoke, voraciously hungry for the warm sweetness of her womanly body.
"Oh Henry," was all that Cate could manage to say, overwhelmed as she was by the intensity of her own emotion. God, can this be real? Can this wonderful man really be in love with me? Oh God, what am I going to do?
The young mother buried her face in his virile, hairy chest and cried.
* * *
Pete woke early that morning after a restless, tossing night's sleep. Gradually his eyes focused on his bedside clock. Seven-thirty. I don V have to meet the guys at the tennis courts until nine ... but I can't stay here...I simply can't face them over the breakfast table as if nothing had happened ... no, I've got to get out of here now, before they get up.
Throwing the sheets off of his naked body, the eighteen year-old boy quickly jumped out of bed and ran to the shower. Bending to adjust the knobs to get the water to just the right temperature, he felt a sudden rush, a sudden light-headedness. Damn! Shouldn't have drunk all that beer after I got back last night. Christ, I must have polished off that whole half-case all by myself! Damn it!
Stepping under the warmly soothing burst of water, Pete soaped and washed his virile young body, sliding his hands across his hairy chest and down along the slimly tapering lines of his youthful hips. Looking down at his limp penis, he wondered for the hundredth time what had happened last night ... had he really seen his mother and his uncle fucking like crazy ... or had he just imagined the whole lurid episode? At first he felt guilty, abject and disgusted with himself for stubbornly refusing to leave, for making himself stand and watch that obscene display. Why hadn't he simply run away as he had so badly wanted to do? What evil, repulsive force had compelled him to simply stand there, as if hypnotized by some devilish impulse, and to then follow every lewdly erotic movement of the nakedly fucking couple?
And then ... Pam! What he had seen his mother and uncle doing in there had impelled him to fuck Pam from behind right there on the deck outside their window while they were fucking inside on the bed! It struck the young boy as somehow perverse and depraved to fuck like that where any moment they could have been discovered...
As the warm jets of water prickled his skin like sharp needle-points, the young boy fell back against the tiled wall and let the warmly soothing water cascade over his naked flesh. Images of his mother, illuminated in an eerie sort of way by that bright shaft of moonlight, tumbled through his confused, jumbled mind ... his mother grinding her cunt up hotly at his own uncle's hugely thrusting cock ... her legs wrapped around his back, digging into his flesh ... his uncle's undulating loins ... his rigid pole of hard, throbbing flesh pummeling in and out of his mom's cock-hungry cunt...
How could they? Why would they? Once or twice someone had told him in his youth that his mother must be nothing more than a common little slut for sending him away to school. He had always defended her, of course ... but what if they were right? Christ, she hadn't even been here twenty-four hours when she opened her legs to the first available man around! But ... but her face ... her face yesterday afternoon ... her eyes brimming with tears when she first caught sight of him at the train station ... the way she had tried so hard all day to show him that she really loved him and wanted to be with him from now on ... the tortuous, beseeching way she looked at him all during dinner...
Which was the real woman? Which was his real mother-the warmly loving woman he had known all day or the wretchedly fucking, begging, wailing, moaning woman he had spied in the bedroom with his uncle?
More important, how do I feel now? Do I still love her? Or do I hate her? Has she betrayed me once again? Or could there still be a place for me in her life?
Pete shook his head violently, as if the shaking would ease the naked image of his lewdly displayed mother from his fevered mind. The boy looked guiltily around him, almost as if he expected to see his mother coming into the privacy of his bathroom, which he knew was highly un-likely. What bothered him most of all was the way her nakedness had excited him ... the sight of her nakedly rounded breasts had sent a distinct shiver up and down his spine ... the sight of her softly fleecy pubic triangle had caused tremors of aroused lust to surge through his loins ... what is the matter with me, thinking such carnal, hungry thoughts about my own mother? My own mother! Damn her!
Pete jumped out of the shower, threw on a pair of cut-off blue jeans and a tee shirt, scribbled a hasty note to his uncle and mother, then flew out the door and into his car.
* * *
Cate and Henry sat over the remains of their breakfast, sipping on the last drops of their coffee, smiling with undisguised pleasure at each other. Cate's left hand covered his right one as they chatted with great animation about familiar people and places, about what had become of their friends and family over the past six years, about their own lives and memories since their teenage years. It was a warm, sun-lit morning and both felt a sublime exhilaration they hadn't felt in years, staring with longing and love into each others eyes.
"Well," Henry said with a great sigh, "I guess I'd better get to work, although I don't think I'll be able to take my mind off you all day!" Cate's laugh seemed like a shiver running down his back, exciting a tremor of renewed lust in his loins. "Yes, I really must get to work. I promised Tom Simpson that I'd have the plans for his new shopping center done by the end of the week ... and I've not much time left."
"Don't worry about me, darling," Cate murmured, patting his hand softly. "I'll manage to keep myself busy."
"Why don't you relax, just lie out by the pool," her stepbrother suggested, smiling broadly at the delightfully luscious beauty of the woman sitting beside him, watching the outline of her voluptuously enticing breasts rise and fall beneath her sheer bathrobe.
"No, I think I'd rather get out today. Perhaps do a little shopping in the village. Or take a ride around the mountains. It's so marvelously beautiful up there. Besides, Pete's note said he wouldn't be back until late afternoon, so really I have all day to simply indulge myself."
"Good. Well, you do that. But now I'd better bury myself in the study. And don't worry about these dishes--we can get to them later. Just go on and have a good time," Henry said, pausing to kiss her hard and passionately on the lips before slouching off to his study.
Cate dressed, found the car keys on the rack by the door, and slipped quietly out of the house so as not to disturb Henry. The sun slashed harshly into her eyes, so she returned to the house for a pair of sunglasses, again trying to move silently and then at last Henry heard the roar of the engine and the whine of the tires disappearing down the windy mountain road.
* * *
It was only a couple hours later when Henry heard the doorbell ring. Annoyed at being interrupted, he jumped up and raced to the front door, a pencil still behind his ear and another drawing pen in his hand.
"Hi, Henry," Pam said cheerfully when Henry had angrily pulled the door open. "Is Pete here?"
"No, he isn't, " the older man replied, captivated by the way she brushed her thighs against his pants as she walked into the house.
"He ... uh ... he won't be back until later this afternoon."
"Oh," Pam said, and then, as if it was a sudden thought, continued, "Well, do you mind if I wait? I could just go out by the pool so I wouldn't bother you!"
"Uh, sure," Henry replied with some hesitation. "Sure. I guess that's okay." They walked into the living room, Pam very close by his side, and her hand brushed against his naked arm. "I've ... uh ... I've got some work to finish up," he offered clumsily, not exactly sure of what to say to this voluptuously tempting young girl. The touch of her fingers had had an odd, spine-tingling effect on him, as if there were fiery flames emanating from her fingertips. Suddenly, his throat felt dry as his eyes once more feasted on the undulating rhythm of her gently rounded young breasts. Damn, she was a fine looking young wench! A stunningly attractive little witch who knew just how to look at you, just how to dress her curvaceous little body in those snug little hot pants and that sheer little sleeveless blouse!
"Damn! How can I be thinking such weird thoughts about a seventeen year-old girl! And Pete's girl friend at that!
But her smile was captivating, full of youth and vigor and a certain erotic sex-appeal. "Say, Henry, do you think I could have a drink?" she asked with a husky provocativeness in her voice.
"Sure. Help yourself. There's plenty of ginger-ale in the ice-box," he replied, trying not to look at the sensuous curves of her seductive young hips as she walked, brushing against him, towards the kitchen.
"I was thinking of perhaps something stronger ... maybe a beer," she crooned, strolling towards the refrigerator then returning with a frosty bottle in her hand.
"Say, wait a minute," Henry declared. "Are you sure you're old enough for that?"
"I'm old enough for a lot of things, Henry," she whispered taking his hand in hers. Henry watched once again the seductive sway of her voluptuous young hips as she walked out through the open glass doors onto the deck and stood mesmerized as she sat down, crossing her slim tanned legs, tightening the material of her shorts into the sharply defined slit down between her enticingly soft thighs, making the folds of her inviting teenage pussy bulge out to accost Henry's entranced eyes.
Leaning forward slightly, the girl reached out one arm and crooked her finger, as if beckoning him like a siren. As if in a trance, the older man walked out onto the deck and sat down beside the young teenage seductress, feeling a flush start at the base of his neck. His cock spasmed inside his pants as he stared at the rounded mounds of her lovely teenage breasts once more.
What am I doing? Christ, she's nothing but a child! And here I am, thinking lewd and lustful thoughts about her! Here I am, when I ought to be working, panting after this brazen little bitch who just happens to be my nephew's girl friend!
Henry tried to deny his rising passion, tried desperately to convince himself that he was a rational human being who could control his own lust-crazed emotions. But in spite of his best efforts, he had to admit to himself that this was some fine specimen of young womanhood! Very fine, indeed! Somehow, probably consciously, she seemed to exude an animal magnetism, an irresistible sensuality just by the way she walked, the way her eyes smoldered at him, the way her breasts jiggled and danced so provocatively when she walked. He was consumed by the desire to hold her tightly, and to kiss her passionately, to run his hands over those smoothly rounded orbs and to taste the supple sweetness of her succulent little nipples. Maybe ... maybe he could even ... fuck her!
Damn it, Henry! Get hold of yourself! You 're acting like a love-sick school-boy! Think of Cate ... think of Pete ... think of any thing except the sexy spell this little bitch is casting over you! Again, his hungry cock jerked into sudden, pulsing life, straining against the fabric of his trousers, pulsing into sudden life. He tried to will it limp again, tried desperately to banish his lewdly enticing thoughts, but his cock betrayed his real emotions by surging with new blood-filled life that he was helpless now to deny.
Suddenly, he noticed that her eyes were locked on the unmistakable bulge in his pants! And she was smiling, lewdly, provocatively, with half-parted lips and feverishly burning eyes, as though she was becoming excited herself by the spectacle of his growing cock!
Henry flushed and turned away from the seductive teenage girl. "I ... I'd better get to work now, Pam," he stuttered.
"Why?" she demanded. "Why do you want to leave me ... now?"
"Look Pam," Henry replied, trying to sound stern, "I've got a lot of work to do. You can just go on down to the pool and make yourself right at home."
"Who are you kidding, Henry," she answered, placing special emphasis on his name for she knew that would provoke him. "You're all excited, aren't you? And you want to fuck me but you don't dare ... isn't that right?" The young teenage girl reached up to touch his thigh sensuously and her fingers seemed like searing flames burning his skin through the cloth.
"Pam ... Pam ... you don't know what you're saying," Henry murmured breathlessly.
"Oh yes I do, Henry. I know exactly what I'm saying."
"For Christ's sake, Pam, I'm a grown man, old enough to be your father!" Henry bellowed, afraid of losing what little self-control and composure he had left.
"I know you're a man," she whispered hoarsely. "And it's a man I want! I'm so tired of silly little boys! I want you to fuck me, if that's what you're worried about!" Henry started to protest but before the words could escape from his wide-open, disbelieving mouth, Pam had already started to speak again, running her flaming fingers seductively along his trouser-encased thigh. "I want to feel your cock hot and hard in my cunt! I want to feel it ramming into me ... feel it exploding with your white hot cum! And you want to fuck me, too, don't you Henry?"
The unbelievable words pouring like molten lava from the teenage girl's mouth had a mesmerizing, entrancing effect on the older man. He wanted to move, to fly away, to cover his ears against the lewdly provocative sound of her voice. But he didn't move. He didn't do anything except stand there until the softly crooning sound of her voice melted his knees and at last he sank slowly down.
"Take your cock out, Henry. Let me see it. Let me feel it and taste it and love it," she droned on and on. "Take it out, Henry, and then fuck me with it! Slam it into me, hard, fast, slam it into me until we both cum, Henry!"
My God! What is this girl saying! How can a seventeen year-old girl talk like this! And why, why am I listening? Why don't I get the hell back to work as my better judgment tells me to do?
The guilt and fear was so strong in him that he reached down to forcefully throw Pam's hand from his feverish thigh. His face was flushed a deep crimson both from shame and from the intensity of his arousal, and he moved his face to avert her eyes, those searing eyes that seemed to bore right into the very core of his being.
For a brief moment, realizing the intense struggle going on within Henry's mind, the young girl remained silent. Then she whispered softly, "Oh Henry ... Henry ... lover ... lover-man...."
Henry turned away from her and began walking towards the door. He had only taken two steps when her voice reached him again. "Come on, lover! Don't be afraid ... come on...."
He turned around then, to have one last final word, but his mouth flew open soundlessly, the words freezing in his throat.
Pam Lodge stood nakedly before his lustful gaze, proudly arching her hips towards him in provocatively lewd invitation.
"My God!" Henry finally managed to stammer, his eyes wide in absolute disbelief.
She stood nakedly before him, her legs spread wantonly apart, her head and shoulders pulled back, her hands knuckled proudly on the sensuous curving lines of her voluptuous young hips. She was smiling it him, her white teeth gleaming, her moist lips lustfully parted, the provocative tip of her little pink tongue enticingly showing between them. Her high, perfectly rounded cherry-capped breasts, startling alabaster against her bronze tan, jutted out as if asking to be fondled and caressed, begging to be conquered The blonde softness of her pubic fleece glistened invitingly and her long, slender young legs, so velvety smooth and deeply tanned, led up to voluptuously soft thighs already visibly moistened by the flowing juices of her uninhibited lust. And Henry could plainly see, in horrified disbelief, the petal-like lips of her enticingly displayed cuntal mouth seeming to beg for the firebrand of his long hard cock!
"Well, lover, do you like what you see?" she purred.
"Pam ... you ... you can't...." Henry managed to stammer.
"Can't I? Why not? You want me, don't you Henry? And I want you. It's as simple as that," she crooned softly, looking up at him with lust-moistened lips and passion blazing in her eyes. "We want each other so why shouldn't we satisfy our desires? Why shouldn't we do what we both want to do?" On and on she intoned those seductive, provocative words in a lulling, mesmerizing voice. Henry saw himself move forward, as if he were another person out side of himself observing a total stranger, and then put his hands out tentatively to touch the smoothly rounded orbs of her enticingly displayed young breasts. In response, her head dipped his turgid cock and then suddenly she was kissing his mouth, her hot moist lips locked onto his as she sucked and nibbled at his tongue. His hands, as if impelled by a force beyond his control, squeezed and kneaded at the softly supple flesh of her tantalizing breasts, at her fiery little pink nipples and her rich areolas. He could feel the wetness of his own seminal fluid seeping from his lust-bloating penis as she continued to massage the massively hardened organ with practiced expertise until he felt like his cum-filling balls would explode any second.
"Henry ... take off your clothes ... I want to feel you naked ... naked beside me ... I want to see that bulging cock of yours ... to taste the sweetness of it ... come on, Henry ... strip down. ... naked," she crooned, hypnotizing him further with every syllable.
Mutely, blindly, as if entranced, her boy friend's uncle undid his trousers and unbuttoned his shirt, then removed his clothing with numbed fingers until he stood before her in all his masculine nakedness, his thickly turgid, blood-filled shaft standing out rigidly erect and vibrantly pulsing from his darkly forested loins.
"God, it's ... magnificent!" she murmured. "Yes, magnificent! And it's going to feel so wonderful ... so filling ... deep up inside me. You do want to fuck me, don't you, Henry?"
The last ounce of the older man's resistance collapsed.
What am I doing? How can I possibly ... she's just a girl, a mere child ... and I. . . I ... damn me, I want her!
"Yes, damn you, yes I want to fuck you, you teasing little witch!" he screamed, pulling her down onto the rough wood of the desk with his now unleashed, uncontrollable passions. His hands roved and dipped exploringly over her nakedness, his anxious fingers parting the softly hair-lined lips of her cunt as he teased her sensitive little clitoris until it was rigidly throbbing and then he teasingly wormed one extended finger, then two, into the feverishly clasping channel of her seething, hotly dampened cunt!
"Ooooowww! Heeeenry! That's so goood! Sooooo goooood! Ummmmmmmm," the young girl moaned, moving closer, grinding her thighs and pubic mound hungrily up against his invading hand. Her own fingers then tightened convulsively on his rigidly pulsing length of man-flesh as it pressed hard against her belly, its swollen head throbbing madly. With one fingernail she stroked that massively thick organ, sending ripples of sublime arousal through her boyfriend's uncle's entire body until he, too, moaned with the passionate intensity of his excitement.
"Uuuuuooooohh! Christ!"
Pam now threw her full length upon Pete's uncle, twisting and squirming against him, smashing her lust-moistened mouth against his and undulating her belly with his-all without stopping the expert and erotic stroking of her soft young hand on his long hot hardness!
"Yes, Henry, yes I want you! God, how I want that cock buried deep inside my belly! It's so hard ... so long ... so wonderfully thick ... yes, Henry, fuck me! Fuck me, fuck, me, fuck me! Hard and fast and harder and faster!" she crooned hotly into his ear. "Henry, lover, fuck meeeeeee!"
Her nails trailed across his hairy chest then, and she reached out to grasp him roughly by his strong shoulders. Henry, in response, pushed his hands down her long slender back and rolled her over so that he was stretched out on top of her youthful nakedness and wedged himself tightly between her sensuously soft thigh. He rubbed his blood-pulsing cock-head into her pleadingly palpitating cuntal lips, feeling her vagina open in welcome to him, sensing the warm, curl-fringed lips growing wetter and wetter and wider in anticipation of the impending invasion of his hotly throbbing organ. Her firm smoothly rounded young buttocks began a rotation of desperate yearning, snaking outside on either side of his thighs with her legs wide and her calves locked tight against the back of his strongly muscled legs.
"Oooowwww! Yeeeees! Fuck meeeee!" the seventeen year-old girl squealed, her eyes clenched closed. Then, as Henry rose above her, his thickly throbbing cock poised to fuck up into her openly spread cunt, the young girl flung her eyes open and screamed "Now! Now, lover! Now, fuck your cock into me, Henry! Yes, fuck meeee!"
Henry obeyed instantly, lunging forward. Her still tightly clenching hand guided the forward moving hardness in between the wetly moistened lips of her pulsing vagina and he heaved forward again as he felt his monstrously thick cock sheathed in tiny the tiny pulsing mouth of love as Pam cried out "Damn you! Slam it into me! Fuck me, hard!"
Again, he obeyed, this time true to the tone and intent of her command. With one powerfully lunging thrust, he plunged his cock deeply into the teenage girl's hotly quivering vagina and she locked it there, all of it, with her tightly clenching vaginal muscles as she moaned and mewled beneath him like the lust-crazed, passion-abandoned young wench that she was. "Aaaaaaaa!" she cried out at last. "Yes, just ... just like that ... fuck me good ... fuck me hard, Henry lover!" Yes, he was all she thought he would be! And more, much more! God, it was so good to have someone fucking up between your legs, someone older and exciting like Henry Jordan Especially since he was the uncle of her own boyfriend!
* * *
Cate returned to the house a mere few hours after she had left. It was simply hot, much too hot in the mid-day sun to be parading around the tiny little town looking for things to buy which she really didn't need in the first place! Her original intention was to buy a nice little present for Pete, and perhaps one for Henry as well, but the shops all had little to offer and so she gave up that idea almost immediately.
Then, returning to the car, she had decided to drive out to Devil's Ridge, a scenic spot she had heard about the night before from her son. It was an altitude considerably higher than the town and would probably therefore be a lot cooler. She could sit up there for awhile, perhaps take the time to straighten out her thoughts. Her wild sexual liaison with Henry the night before now seemed even more perplexing than it had this morning. He was after all, her step-brother. True, he had always been kind and compassionate with her, more so than any other man she had known, and he was always ready to forgive all of her thoughts without the slightest recriminations.
Still, to marry him, that was something else again. Could she? Should she? What would Pete think? Yes, he was very fond of Uncle Henry, loved him as much as he would love a father.
But what would he think about Henry marrying his mother? Would he resent the intrusion between them just as he had resented George MacDonald? Would her marriage to Henry alienate him from the boy?
Oh, God! what am I going to do?
Cate's mind was so preoccupied that she nearly missed the sign that read "Devil's Ridge, Turn Right" and swerved violently so as not to miss the turn. But about a mile before reaching the scenic spot, she could see the lines of cars waiting to get into the small parking lot. Good lord! I'm not going to fight this traffic! This is absurd! Why, I'll just go home and relax by the pool, like Henry suggested this morning!
And so she turned the car around and sped down the mountainside towards the house.
She was half-way through the living room when she heard it. "Aaaaaaaaaaa! Yes, just....just like that ... fuck me good. .. ... fuck me hard, Henry, lover!"
No! No, it can't be! It can't be! Not ... not after last night! He couldn't! He couldn't do this to me! Not with HER! Not with that little teenage slut!
Cate's blood seemed to boil in her veins as, with one quick glance out of the open glass door, all of her new-found happiness collapsed in ruins around her. She wanted to scream out, to yell at the top of her lungs, to close her eyes and blot out the lewdly erotic scene so vicariously displayed before her. It was awful, horrible, and she wanted nothing more than to run away. He has betrayed her! He had first seduced her and then betrayed her! But how could he! How could he act like such a miserable wretch, such a lying, scheming bastard to his own step-sister!
The distraught young mother leaned against the glass door, then slowly backed away, step by step, her eyes still fastened on the slowly receding tableau of her own step-brother, Pete's uncle, fucking Pete's young girl friend senseless! This was how he showed his love for her and for her son! By betraying them both like this! She gasped, open-mouthed, in abject disbelief and horror as she continued to slowly back away from the lurid spectacle of the two nakedly thrashing bodies out on the deck.
Finally, unable to stand one more single second of the lewd sexual exhibition, her eyes flooding with hotly dripping tears, the violently upset young mother ran through the front door of the house. I've got to get away ... get out of here ... run away before I go completely out of my mind!
* * *
CHAPTER FIVE
"Yes, lover, fuck meeeeeeeeee!" the seventeen year old girl screamed, poised on the brink of her gloriously exploding climax. "Harder! Faster! Fuck meeeeeeeeeeee!"
Somehow, and Henry couldn't have told you how, the young girl had managed to assume the role of aggressor and now straddled the older man, her youthful bronzed thighs squeezing his waist and hips hotly, tightly, riding up and down on his virilely throbbing shaft. Henry's hands were now convulsively kneading the warmly pliant flesh of her crescent-shaped, young buttocks, helping her to ton her cunt with increasing frenzy up and down on his madly fucking cock. His own powerful hips drove the rigid, elongated rod of man-flesh far up into the smoothly wet flesh of her young, seemingly unquenchable pussy, and she impaled again and again the warmly throbbing walls of her elastically clasping cunt full upon him, sending him deep, deep within the sanctuary of her womb, deep up to the very pit of her cervix.
"Yeeeeeeeeeeeeees! Oooooooooooooooooo-oh!" she wailed, feeling his soft, but heavily cum-laden, testicles dancing madly against the nakedness of her soft, fleshy inner thighs, and she moved her hands expertly to his balls, fondling them with a fevered joyousness. Henry plunged again, only withdrawing far enough to make his thickly pulsing shaft rub the soft walls of her vagina with thin quicksilver-like tendrils, then in and out he fucked her like a madman, her satiny soft ass moons pumping mechanically under his feverishly kneading hands in matching tempo to her motions, her pelvis rotating madly over his monstrously driving cock.
My God, this is incredible! She's like a motor sex machine! This is one little vixen who really knows how to fuck! Damn her! I know it's wrong all wrong! But ... somehow ... I can't resist! I simply have to have her, to fuck her, to fill her up! And I'm going to cum now ... any minute now...I'll fill her up ... fuck her good ... damn the little bitch!
Pete's uncle continued his demonic upward thrusts, slamming his erectly projected penis still harder and deeper into the young moaning girl's cunt until her cervix seemed to be battered completely out of shape! Her moistly clinging vaginal sheath seemed to clamor for more, to demand still more of his long hot pounding cock with a clasping ruthlessness while her tiny clenching rectal mouth seemed as if it was tingling with a base desire to pucker outward and kiss and suckle his madly hammering balls as he heaved upward to meet her every downward jab. Pam humped over the older man, her provocatively jiggling young breasts heaving and her flushed face contorted with sweat and lust, her long blonde hair falling around her head like a golden, sun-filled swirl. She spread her tender thighs wider now, ever wider so she could suck in even one fraction of an inch more of his thickly thrusting cock, and her belly burned and churned with the approach of her impending climax.
Suddenly, Pete's uncle felt the unmistakable pressure, the familiar aching burning in his cum-laden balls and he knew he was there, at last! "I'm ... going to ... cum ... cuuuuu-uuuuuum! Fuck back at me ... harder ... Harder!" he howled deliriously.
His words became incoherent then, merely a constant babbling of mindless ecstasy and his nephew's girl friend was babbling with him in an obscene harmony. She urged him on, waiting breathlessly for him to cum for she knew that his orgasm would trigger her own. She lowered her head now to kiss his neck and to bathe his ear with the hot moistness of her probing tongue, and then at last she ground her slaving, fire-filled tongue deep within his mouth, burying his frenzied, urgently frantic cries of enrapturment deep in his throat as she continued desperately to try to milk the semen from his thundering rod of flesh with her hot, moistly sucking teenage pussy...
And then he came. He came in one searing, volcanic eruption that sent a chilling, thrilling paroxysm oscillating through his entire naked body, a paroxysm that levered him upward with an insane plunge and froze him there with a helplessly quivering rigidity. His balls began to empty, to send their hotly gushing seed through the entire long hard length of his jerking, exploding penis in an earth-shattering orgasm the power of which he had not known since his early youth! His sperm spilled hot and boiling in a never-ending stream up into the tender young cunt of his nephew's girl friend as she ground and twisted and thrashed her naked young body above him like a wild, crazed, lust-abandoned animal!
"Aaaaaaaaaaauuuuuuuuuuuugh!" the young girl cried out as she felt the fiery liquid inundate the whole of her wildly clasping womb, flowing down around the invading, ravaging member buried deep in the soft-walled shelter of her vagina and belly.
And then she came, too. Her climax struck as wild and soaring and mind-blinding as all her orgasms were, and she was fucking her widely flaring cunt down on his jerking prick as he once again flexed up into her, whispering fervently into his ear "Cum, more, lover, cum, Henry-Daddy, cum, lover, cum more into meeeeeeeeeee!"
Henry's molten hot seed commingled with the hotly gushing torrents of the teenager's orgasm to form a fiery thick liquid rain that warmly bathed his long hot hardness and trickled in thin wet streams down between his pumping thighs. Her own softly smooth thighs and silky, curling blond pubic fur became matted and sticky with the orgasmic secretions and the deck beneath them was covered with a milky white blanket from the juices of their tumultuous release.
And still they bucked and jerked against one another, their naked bodies glistening with sweat, their breaths spewing wildly and hotly until at last the teenager's eager, tender pussy had milked every last drop of his hotly spurting sperm from his exploding testicles. At last, Henry fell back, exhausted. Then Pam toppled from him, exhausted as well. His cock deflated rapidly inside her but the teenage girl didn't move from astride him just yet. Instead she held fast to his now limp prick inside her cuntal corridor with her still clasping muscles, squeezing it ever so gently in appreciation of its beautiful performance.
"Well, lover, now you see how good a young teenage fuck can be, don't you?" she whispered hotly against his ear, licking the earlobe teasingly as she hissed. "Now you know what pleasure really means! You did enjoy it as much as I did, didn't you?"
Already Henry was torn between self-loathing and self-satisfaction: he was old enough to be her father; and yet he hadn't disappointed her! And she was right he did enjoy it as much as she did!
"Yes, I did. I enjoyed it as much as you did, little girl. You were good, very good, Pam," Henry said, trying to give a calmness to his voice that he didn't really feel, trying to evade and avoid the guilt which was rapidly flooding into his fevered brain.
"Ummmmmm, I knew it!" Pam declared triumphantly. "I knew it! And I knew you'd be a great lover ever before ... this afternoon! And now you've proved it! Oh Henry!"
* * *
Cate fled through the front door, past the parked car, and down the windy mountain road for about a quarter of a mile to the cut-off for Lake Franklin Beach. Her mind was dizzy with confusion and doubt at what she had just witnessed, and all she wanted to do was run. Run. Run. Run and run and never stop! Run far and fast away from this house she had only entered the day before, run away from the man she thought she loved and cherished, run away from the viciously seducing teenage girl friend of her son.
For she had no doubt that Pam had done the seducing. No doubt at all. Not after the way she had so provocatively looked at Henry last night out of the corner of her eye. At the time, Cate had dismissed it as simply her own imagination ... but now she realized that it wasn't her imagination at all. It was real, very real, all to terrifyingly and horrifyingly real! Tears streamed from the young mother's eyes as she ran to the deserted end of the beach, throwing the loose grains of sand up behind her as she ran. The shattered fragments of her newly-discovered world whirled around in her tortured mind as she finally sank down onto the softness of the sand and buried her tear-stained face in her trembling hands.
How could he do this to me ... after last night? After what he said this morning ... after asking me to marry him? How could he say he loves me one minute, then ... then ... screw that little whore silly the next? Oh Henry! Dear God, what am I going to do? How can I ever face him again?
The distraught young mother cried bitterly, tears flowing hotly down her flushed cheeks, her entire body trembling violently. Spasmodically, her hands brushed the dampness from her cheeks and she could feel her knees quaking as if an earthquake was ripping through them. What now? Where can I go from here? This was my last hope ... my last hope for a happy future!
Nervously, restlessly, Cate stood up and began to walk, to give vent to her hyper-tensed, highly-charged energy. Up and down along the soft sand she walked, pacing back and forth, her feet sinking into the warm cushiony softness of the beach as she moved. The beach was quiet this afternoon, as it usually was on weekdays, so there were few people and even less noise to distract her attention for the madly swirling thoughts in her fevered mind. Slowly, step by step as she strode back and forth along the sand, her composure returned. Some semblance of calm took rein in her mind and at last she was able to sit back down again, her knees bent upwards so that her chin rested on them, without crying, without the violently nervous tremors that had wracked her body only a short time before. Quivering chills still raced along her spine ... but she could think now ... think things through a little more clearly ... come to some sort of decision ... something...
The main problem was what to do about Henry. She couldn't simply go as if nothing had happened, as though she still felt exactly the same way about him. His mindless, thoughtless action had hurt her, very deeply, more than she would have imagined possible. His carnal lust for that teenage little vixen had destroyed whatever tenderness she had felt for him and she knew now that she could never marry a man who would betray her so easily. No, she could never love him again as she had loved him last night, full of youthful innocence and vigor and faith in his love for her. It would be difficult enough to face him again, let alone crawl into bed to make mad and passionate love with him!
Should I confront him? Should I tell him what I saw and demand an explanation? No, that would be fruitless. He would only say he was sorry, that it was a weak moment, that he didn't know what came over him and that he'd never do it again. Which is neither very satisfying to me nor very flattering to him. The distraught young mother was too upset, too hurt in the very core of her being to summon any compassion for the sins of her step-brother/lover. Moreover, she was abjectly disappointed that the chances of a happy future relationship between them had now been shattered beyond repair, shattered by that wicked little teenage slut who was her son's girl friend.
Yes, it was HER fault! I'm sure it was! Henry wasn't really responsible for what happened! Oh, of course, he could and SHOULD have prevented it ... but I'm sure he didn't start it. No, Henry is simply a man like any other, weak and sexually promiscuous especially where younger, enticingly flattering young girls were concerned. He must, of course, share the blame, but the original transgression was not his but hers ... hers ... that little bitch Pam Lodge!
Cate's fingers twisted nervously as she sat pondering her fate. At last she withdrew a cigarette from the pack in her purse and lit it, cupping her hand around the match against the slight summer wind. For a moment, watching the flame of the match as if entranced, the young mother felt an unreasoning, unparalleled hatred for the seductive young teenage girl. How unprincipled could she be, debauching so shamelessly with the nude uncle of her own boyfriend! Thrashing around nakedly, in broad daylight no less, out on the back deck with a man old enough to be her father! Reveling like a common street whore in the filling feeling of his erected penis deep inside her belly! Urging him on, enticing him to greater and more cunt-filling performance when only the night before she had seduced the man's nephew!
Suddenly, Cate's motherly instincts took hold of her brain. Pete! Oh my poor, precious son! He is so good ... so trusting ... so wonderfully kind and ... and now ... now he had been betrayed by that little slut! He had been blinded, blinded, by her appealing young beauty ... blinded by her lies of love and desire ... and God only knew how many more times this summer she had betrayed him ... how many other men and boys had fucked her in that cock-hungry little cunt of hers! Oh God, Pete, my precious son ... what can I do? How can I show you? There must be something I can do ... some way I can help you...
The voluptuous young mother bit her lower lip and then took one last drag from her cigarette before stubbing it out in the sand with trembling fingers. No, she couldn't simply tell him directly what she had seen. For one thing, he wouldn't believe her. And for another, he would resent her prying into his own private affairs. He'd think, certainly, that his mother had something unreasonable against Pam and only wanted to split up the young couple for her own capricious reasons, No, she couldn't tell him directly. That would only raise a new hatred in him, one she had just managed to conquer and didn't care to reawaken. No, there must be some other way ... But what? How?
Henry didn't matter as much any longer to the curvaceous young mother. No, her son was much more important to her present and to her future and it was he who must be saved, drawn from the clever clutches of this horrid little teenage slut. Of course, sooner or later the boy would see the truth. Yes, that was inevitable the way the common little whore behaved so openly and so brazenly. But if only there were some way to show him ... without at the same time wounding and hurting him beyond repair ... some way to gently, tenderly, reveal to him the naked and awful truth...
* * *
Henry sat at his drawing board, his mind seething with guilt and confusion, his fingers trembling violently so that the pencil he clutched shook and fell onto the plans on the table. His eyes stared at some vague point in space ahead of him and he felt miserable, sick, ashamed and repentant. What had he done that afternoon?
What had compelled him to behave so stupidly?
How had he ever allowed that seductive little
Pam Lodge to overpower his better judgment? Why had he allowed that sudden and consuming weakness, that fiery impassioned lust, to drive him onward, to impel him to lick the little teenager's hotly quivering pussy and then to ram his cock up into her tightly clasping belly, panting like a crazed animal, right out there on his own deck, in broad daylight when anyone could have come in and seen...
Jesus Christ, what in hell is the matter with me? Damn it, I've never lost control like that before! Of course, with Cate it was different
... I love Cate ... but I don't even LIKE Pam Lodge! Henry Jordan found it very difficult to forgive himself for his wickedly sinful performance. He had always been a mild-mannered, rational human being or, at least, he liked to think of himself in that light. Naturally, being a man with a normal man's instincts and desires, thee had been times when he had let his hot-bloodedness lead him to the bed of a strange and seductive woman. But those were only one-night stands, nothing abnormal or disgusting like his weakness that afternoon with his nephew's girl friend! Up to now, he had always been able to keep his emotions under control ... except for last night with Cate ... but that was an entirely different matter ... that was the one and true love of his life...
So there was Henry Jordan, a moral and rational man, suddenly caught up in the provocative clutches of wicked little teenage girl! What made it especially terrible was the fact that he had thus betrayed his own nephew, the boy who had always been just like a son to him, a boy on whom for the past six years he had lavished all his attention, all his affection, all his kind generosity and faithful companionship! The boy had come to him as a silent, almost morose figure full of venom and pain, and Henry had carefully, over the years, guided him out of his depression and rejection into the light of normal human feelings and relationships not colored by resentment or hatred. And now, now Henry had weakly and unforgivably betrayed him!
And Cate! God, he had betrayed her, too! She had come to him as her last hope, come to him as a lonely and confused and an almost desperate woman. She had come to him craving love and kindness and happiness, she had been open and warmly receptive at last to his long-secret love, she had shared her beautifully exotic body with him to give him unequalled moments of pure and sublime ecstasy ... and now, what had he done to repay the loving rapture she had given him? Had he been faithful and true and honest with her? No, he had turned around, the very next day, and succumbed to the sexual advances of a little teenage whore!
God, what will I ever do if she finds out?
How will I ever be able to face her again, to explain, to beg for her understanding and forgiveness? No, she mustn't, mustn't find out! Not ever! Cate's step-brother vowed then and there that no matter what, the woman he had always loved must be sheltered from the knowledge of his wicked liaison with the girl friend of her son. He vowed that he would erase the black episode completely from his own mind as if it had never happened, blot it out of his conscious memory so that it could never slip back unawares. And above all, he would have to, somehow, make sure that Pam Lodge would keep her mouth shut, that she would never reveal to either Cate or to Pete the awful truth of their amorous encounter. And he would have to make sure, too, that such an encounter never occurred again, that his emotions and desires would never again gain control over his better judgment, that all of his powerful sexual desires would be directed only to the object of his love, to Cate MacDonald.
The specter of Pam Lodge haunted the frantically confused uncle, and he knew that somehow, sooner or later, he would have to be sure that the wicked little teenager would be safely and forever out of his nephew's life. He was too fond of Pete, much too fond, and the thought of him being inextricably tied to Pam Lodge for even another month was very painful to him. There was, after all, the possibility that his current boyish infatuation would deepen into a stronger emotion and that he would one day think of marrying her Christ, I can't let that happen! I just can't! There must be some way, that won't hurt him too much and before it's too late, to show him just what kind of wanton little girl she was!
But ... how can I do that without admitting my own guilt? How can I explain to him without revealing my own weakness?
The distraught uncle chastised himself bitterly for giving in to his own carnal desires with Pam Lodge, that teenage seductress. If only he hadn't succumbed ... if only he had been able, as he had always been before, to control his own lust-incited desires! It would have been so wonderful! It would then have been so easy for the three of them Cate and Pete and himself to live a long and happy life together, unclouded by dark secrets of impassioned lust!
It could still happen that way ... if Cate didn't find out ... if Pete didn't find out ... if Pam Lodge would leave their lives forever without revealing their shameful liaison of that afternoon...
* * *
Cate walked slowly along the road from the beach and then up the windy mountain road to Henry Jordan's house. The late afternoon was quiet and peaceful, surrounding her like a silken cover. The air was still now, the birds chirping cheerfully from the thick grove of pine trees, and not a car passed along the road to ruin the lovely serenity of the mountain solitude. Overhead, the sun shone in a bright blue, cloudless sky and seemed to warm the very depths of her soul as she approached the angular redwood house and stepped quietly through the front door, closing it behind her very gently so as not to make the slightest sound.
Henry was still in his study. Good. The door was slightly ajar and she could see him thoughtfully hunched over his drawing table, making scratching movements with a pencil upon a large sheet of paper. Quickly, the young mother made her way across the living room to her own bedroom, which she entered and then closed the door behind her. In the bathroom she washed her tear-stained face, applied fresh make-up and then, composed now, she returned to the living room where she poured herself a healthy shot of bourbon.
Pete wasn't home yet. That was just as well, too. She still needed some time to think, to come up with some sort of scheme to save the feelings of her precious, handsome son but, at the same time, to show him how unmistakably evil his girl friend was! Taking a long, throat-warming swallow from her drink, the young mother sat down on the couch and absently picked up a magazine. Fluttering through the pages without seeing them, her mind delved back to the events of that afternoon, to the sight of the nakedly thrashing young teenage girl wickedly begging to be fucked by the weak-willed, nakedly straining uncle of her own boy friend!
No, it's too horrible! Too ugly! I mustn't think about it! I must only think about Pete, about my wonderful son!
Cate looked back into the kitchen and finally focused her eyes on the large wall clock. Four o'clock. Pete would be home any minute now. She had to have a plan ... a scheme ... she had to know exactly what she was going to do ... there was not a minute to waste now ... every second was precious ... if only she could concentrate ... if only her mind would function clearly and rationally...
"Hi, Cate," Henry's voice interrupted her revery. The voice was curiously strained with a certain awkwardness that had never been there before. "Did you ... have a nice day?"
"Yes, Henry, very nice, thanks."
"Where did you go?"
"Into town first, and then up to Devil's Ridge. But there was too much traffic up there, so I ... I came back to the beach at Lake Franklin."
"Oh ... I see."
No you don't! You don't see at all, you bastard!
"Look Cate, I ... uh ... well, I don't feel too well. And I've still got a lot of work to do," Henry said haltingly. And then, after a long pause, he continued. "Well, I thought that maybe you would like to go out for dinner. With Pete. Maybe you'd like to be alone with him for a bit."
"Sure. That's a good idea, Henry."
"Fine. There's a nice little steak house on the other side of town. Perhaps you noticed it today-The CharBroiler?"
"No," Cate answered, not daring to face her step-brother, not daring yet to look him square in the eye. Taking another sip of the warmly mellow liquor, Cate said, "No, I didn't notice it. But I'm sure we can find it. Pete must know where it is."
"Yes, he does. I'll call and make reservations for you. OK?"
"Yes, Henry, that's fine."
Cate pretended then to be ardently studying the magazine which lay open in her lap but she heard the shuffling of his steps as he walked away towards his study and then she heard the sound of the door closing. Cate stood up, feeling slightly lightheaded after having gulped down that bourbon so quickly, and went to pour herself another. Her encounter with Henry had proved to be more disturbing than she had anticipated. She needed another drink now!
Damn him! Well, never mind Henry Jordan. He can take care of himself. It's Pete I've got to worry about. My precious, son. Somehow, I've got to shake him loose from the clutches of that Pam Lodge ... and the sooner the better! Somehow ... someway ... I've got to help him ... show him what a vile creature she really is. But how ... how...?
* * *
When the handsome youth eased his car into the driveway, the clock on the dashboard of his sleek Datsun 240Z read 5:15. Good. Pam had promised to call around 5:30 ... and he had promised last night that he would take her to a movie and then up to Devil's Ridge. He was glad now that he had made a date for tonight, because, feeling as distraught and upset as he was after last night discovering the passionate love-making between his mother and uncle, he was glad to have a valid excuse to be out of the house. It would be difficult enough to face them as it was, and he didn't know how he was ever going to manage to get through dinner with them.
Cate heard the boy's car ease into the graveled drive and she realized suddenly how terribly giddy and drunk she felt. Of course, she could still move about without falling over, could still speak without falling over, could still speak without slurring her words, but she knew that she shouldn't have had those three drinks ... one would have really been enough, especially when she hadn't eaten anything since breakfast. Even if the liquor did warm her stomach and somehow ease her troubled mind, it would not do at all for her own son to find her intoxicated out of her mind on her second day there!
The young mother hurried into the kitchen, took out a package of mints she had put in the drawer last night, popped one into her mouth, and had already returned to the couch and her magazine when she heard the front door open. Looking up through somewhat clouded eyes, she saw her son in the doorway, his handsome face glistening with sweat, his lithe young body clothed only in a pair of faded, cut-off blue jeans. He paused for a moment before entering the house, his eyes staring at her as if they could see right through her trembling body!
"Hi, son," she greeted him with a warmth that seemed to sound somewhat artificial. "Did you have a good day?"
"Yes, thanks," he replied somewhat coldly. "Yes, I did." The aloof distance in his voice made the young mother quiver with anguish and a stab of fear pierced her heart.
"Pete ... is something wrong?" she asked hesitantly, hoping he wouldn't notice the tremor in her voice.
"Wrong? No, what could possibly be wrong?" he answered not looking at her but instead striding past her into the kitchen. A few moments later he returned, with a bottle of beer in one hand and a burning cigarette in the other, and flopped down into Uncle Henry's large, soft, comfortable chair. Without another word, he picked up a magazine from the rack beside the chair and started to leaf through it, sipping on his beer and puffing on his rapidly burning cigarette.
Cate hesitated, feeling suddenly awkward and thoroughly unsure of herself. She remained sitting on the couch, her fingers twisting nervously, looking at her son with a mixture of love and apprehension. Reaching to the pack of cigarettes on the coffee table, she removed one and lit it, then turned again towards her handsomely youthful son and, forcing a small smile, said as gaily and lightly as she could manage, "Well, what did you do today, Pete?"
"Aw, not much," was his entire reply.
"Did you play tennis with your friends?"
"Yeah."
"Did ... did you win."
"Yeah."
Cate's forced smile faded. But she tried once more. "And then what did you do after the tennis match?"
"Not much. Just goofed around with the guys." All the while Pete never took his eyes from the magazine unfolded in his lap, never raised his eyes to meet his mother's, never smiled, never gave any indication that the voice which spoke to him came from a body within his range of vision.
"Pete ... I ... Pete, are you sure that nothing's wrong?" the frantic, worried young mother questioned. "Are you sure everything is alright? You seem so ... so strange ... so
The handsome eighteen year-old sighed, brought his eyes up from the magazine, took a long swallow from his beer followed by a long drag from his cigarette. Cate thought she saw a despair in his eyes whereas the day before she had seen only warmth and love mingled, perhaps, with some doubt and confusion. But today, today his eyes were cloudy and cold and deeply troubled. A cold chill slivered up the voluptuous young mother's spine. She watched with fear and apprehension clutching at her heart as the boy opened his mouth to speak.
But he never said a word. The telephone rang just then. Pete jumped up and ran into the kitchen to answer it.
Cate strained to listen, but could hear only garbled mumblings and incoherent sounds. Soon Pete returned and fell back into the large soft chair of his Uncle Henry.
"That was Pam," he said remotely. "She's coming here tonight at 7:30."
"Oh?"
"Yeah. We've got a date tonight. I promised her last night that I'd take her to a movie."
"Oh, I see."
An awkward silence followed. I've got to do something! I can't just let him go on like this! There has got to be a way to show Pete what a scheming little wench Pam Lodge has turned out to be!
"Listen, Pete," Cate said, trying to avoid meeting his eyes, "Uncle Henry is very busy and doesn't feel very well besides, He suggested that you and I go out for dinner, so we can have a little time to ourselves, just the two of us."
"OK. Sure. If you want to."
"Yes, son, I want to very much. Henry suggested the CharBroil in town. How would you like that?"
"Sure. Fine. Only I've got to be back by 7:30."
"Certainly, son," his curvaceous young mother replied, her eyes suddenly gleaming with excitement. That's it! Seven-thirty! Pam is coming here at seven-thirty! And what if, by some quirk of fate, we aren't back here by seven-thirty? What if Pam comes and finds Henry alone...
"Well," the handsome youth announced, "I'm going to have a quick swim then before we go out."
* * *
Cate was glad to be left alone in the living room. Quickly, she poured herself another drink and settled back onto the cushiony comfort of the couch to think her plan through. Yes, that was it! If only, somehow, she could prevent Pete from being back by seven-thirty ... if Pam found Henry alone she would surely not be able to resist the temptation ... and then when mother and son returned home...
But how to keep him away? How to keep Pete in town until past seven-thirty? Well, never mind ... you 'll think of something, Cate MacDonald. Somehow, you will manage. It's much too important for you to fail now! Something will occur to you ... surely you will find a way!
With triumph gleaming in her eyes, the voluptuously beautiful young mother went into the kitchen to get more ice for her drink. It was while standing there that she happened to glance out the window, out into the back yard where her son was swimming in the pool.
The handsome youth had just clambered out of the water and was poised by the deep end, ready to dive in. The young mother gasped involuntarily and gripped the edge of the sink with trembling hands.
Pete was naked! Suddenly, Cate was looking right at his nakedly exposed young penis!
Cate shuddered at the magnificent beauty of her son's muscular, virile young body. She had seen it before, last night, but then it was somewhat shrouded by darkness and hidden by his sexual thrashings. Now he stood, nakedly glistening with moisture, illuminated by the bright afternoon sun, like some sort of Greek god, like a smoothly sculpted figure of perfect manhood. His cock, flaccid, hung loosely in front of his pendulously swaying balls, the entire length of it enticingly provocative.
The gasping young mother couldn't remove her fascinated eyes from that limp, hanging penis of her precious son. God ... even now it's so big! Bigger even than Henry's! Oh God, it can't be! I remember when he was a child ... when I bathed that little dangling penis in the bathtub ... and now ... now he's a real man with a real man's penis! Oh my boy! My darling Pete!
Cate felt suddenly disgusted with herself for thinking such erotically enticing thoughts about her own son! Suddenly, her mouth seemed to dry and she felt dizzy as she stared in rapt fascination at the nakedly powerful form of her son poised by the pool. She followed the graceful movement of his muscle-rippling body as it dove headlong into the water, then followed it again as if surfaced above the clear blue water and clambered once more to the side of the pool.
She knew she should turn away. She knew that she should turn and go back into the living room. The young mother needed another drink to calm her down ... yes, I'm getting excited! I'm getting all wet up between my legs from the sight of my own naked son! Nevertheless, Cate didn't move. She stood as if rooted, staring boldly and brazenly at her son's dancing penis and testicles, at the powerful muscles of his strong young arms and thighs, at the smoothly formed lines of his lithe young manhood. Her tongue snaked out to moisten her suddenly parched lips and she began to revive the memory of what she had seen the night before. Images of her son nakedly twisting and thrashing and fucking his virile, thickly elongated young penis into the unquenchable cunt of his naked seventeen year-old girl friend, swarmed and swirled through her bourbon-clouded mind as she thought of how wonderful his turgidly pulsing cock must have felt inside the girl's hotly clenching cunt! Her own son's blood-filled penis, giving so much exquisite pleasure that the girl cried out in rapturous delight, urging him on to even more furious fucking...
No, no! I mustn't think such thoughts!
A deep, hot tingling sensation began to creep through the frantic young mother's groin and she could feel her own sweetly delectable pussy begin to flower even wider with the beginning droplets of her own lust-incited secretions. She could feel, too, her anxiously throbbing nipples begin to harden against her soft summer dress, aching to be free and fondled, and her breathing began to come pantingly, raggedly as she stood transfixed by the naked image of her handsome young son. Her eyes feasted on his sun-tanned youthful vigor and she recalled how long and hard his penis had been the night before! Oh my boy, my handsome, strong, pleasure-giving young son! Vivid fantasies of incredibly satisfying sexual union with her son raced madly like a swirling whirlpool through the excited young mother's mind and the fiery passion of frustrated desire swept through her loins and breasts like a hotly devouring flame.
She could feel the perspiration beginning to moisten her forehead as her mind burned and churned with unparalleled desire. Crazy, insane visions of going to her son tumbled through her fevered mind, visions of touching his penis, of making it stand out erectly in response to her caressing fingers, visions of it hardening hotly in her hands until he would be ready to plunge it into her, his own mother's fire-filled cunt like a pistoning ramrod! Shaking her head sharply, as if that action would dislodge and destroy her obscene fantasies, the young mother could feel her knees weakly trembling beneath her. What's the matter with me? That's my son? How can I think such thoughts about him ... about his penis ... about his rock-hard cock ... I've got to get hold of myself! Another drink! I need another drink!
The hotly flaming fury of rampant sexual desire raged out of control in the voluptuous young mother's groin, the-same flaming fury that Henry had unleashed only the night before. Her own son's nakedly dangling penis had spurred images of the hotly blazing instrument it had been the night before and now she needed an instrument like that once again. She had to have some kind of release for her aroused, highly charged sexual passions or she would go out of her mind...
Stifling a small cry of frustration, Cate rushed out into the living room and poured herself another drink. This she consumed in one long and thirsty gulp as she leaned against the bar to support her trembling and weak-kneed body. Her mind reeling, her brain swirlingly dizzy, she ran into the bedroom and slammed the door shut, wanting only to be alone with her wretchedly aroused thoughts.
A shower! That's it! That will calm me down and cool me off!
With frantic motions, the frazzled young mother ripped off her clothing, unhooked her brassiere so that her rounded, bountiful breasts bounced proudly forward, and stepped out of her brief bikini panties, then ran into the bathroom. The melon-mounds of her breasts rose and fell rapidly, their pinkly throbbing nipples now marble-hard, as the image of her son's manly cock surged into her mind. She leaned over to adjust the faucets and suddenly felt dizzy, as if she might fall over and collapse at any second.
Without further delay, she stepped into the warmly refreshing spray of the shower and stood for a long moment, leaning against the tiled wall to support herself, basking in the warm moisture that massaged her skin like a thousand tiny needle-points. Almost involuntarily then, staring down at her breasts, those soft-fleshed, pliant globes that stood so enticingly out from her heaving chest, she felt the churning fires of flaming desire still burning within her wet, hotly seeping pussy. Shyly, the excited young mother moved one hand down to softly caress the moisture-drenched sphere of her desire-swollen breast, fondling its diamond-like nipple, and then pulled her hand back quickly. The sensuous touch of her hand had only served to intensify the already painful, aching desire boiling in her hotly seeping pussy and now her entire being quivered with the uncontrollable passion of her erotic sexual arousal.
Images of her son's magnificently hung penis catapulted through her lust-fevered brain as she leaned against the tiled shower wall, trying desperately to erase those lust-provoking scenes from her stormy consciousness.
My God, get hold of yourself once and for all! That's your son after all J Your own flesh and blood! How evil and perverted thinking of his young penis ... allowing such thoughts to arouse you beyond all control! For God's sake, how can you be so disgustingly perverted as to lust after your own teenage son, the boy who came into this world from your own womb?
But the aroused young mother could not take her carnal thoughts away from her son, nor could she turn off the torrent of rampant sexual desires that now burned like a forest fire through her nakedly throbbing breasts and hotly steaming cunt. The image of her son's enticing young cock remained vividly etched in her brain and suddenly she found her hand drifting down once more to the soft, shower-moistened pliancy of her lust-swollen breasts, slowly and rhythmically massaging that satiny-smooth flesh, cupping the creamy naked globe in the fullness of her hand and kneading the alabaster flesh with impassioned abandon. With hotly licking flames of desire sweeping through her naked flesh, basking in the warmly flowing water, the young mother spread her legs wide as her breathing became more and more ragged and she daringly touched the marble hardened nipple of her aching breast with her thumb. Then, carried away by her unquenchable ecstasy, Cate rolled the ball of her thumb back and forth across the erect ruby crest, intensifying to even greater heights the already rising crescendo of her self-induced sexual frenzy.
It was mad, insane, perverted, but she couldn't stop herself. Arching her back, the nakedly excited young blonde mother moved her hips now in a licentiously rotating motion as she continued to massage her wildly trembling breasts, first one and then the other, teasingly tantalizing their plumed summits between her thumb and forefinger until she thought she would scream with the mad passion of her ecstasy.
Oh my boy! My precious boy! What a big, beautiful cock you have! What a wonderfully satisfying cock! God, how I need a cock right now your cock! Oh Pete!
The frantically excited young mother could stand it no more. Without regret, her other hand now dipped down over the flat plane of her belly, down, down, over her wetly warm flesh, down between her wide spread, creamy-soft thighs, her middle finger extending into the warm wetness of her eager, anxiously burning cuntal slit. Moaning softly with the new sensations of fiery lust caused by her teasing finger, Cate manipulated the softly hair-lined inner cuntal lips until she could feel them swelling and pulsing with the rush of blood, and then her finger probed the hardening bud of her ripely sensitive clitoris until it was completely rigid and tingling with electric sparks that raced up into the very core of her belly. A choking gasp escaped her lips as her finger continued to tease the provocative little titty of her cunt into vibrantly pulsing stiffness.
Oh my darling Pete! My dear, darling boy! Oooohhhhhhh!
Now her anxiously working finger began to rub faster, ever more furiously across the sensitive tip of her madly pulsing clitoris and her hips rotated frantically as wave after wave of unequalled and exquisite ecstasy roared through her nakedly writhing body there in the warm soothing spray of the shower. Her left hand squeezed and kneaded at the warmly yielding flesh of her ample breasts, squeezing harder and more frantically, teasing the quivering nipple with the ball of her thumb as the hotly licking flames of utterly abandoned arousal crashed through her nakedly thrashing body and she knew that she would cum ... cum deliriously and joyously ... cum any minute now ... And then it happened.
like a thousand megaton bomb, her orgasm exploded from the very core of her being and charged through her nakedly straining body, convulsing every muscle, exquisite torturing every fiber of her being with flashes of fiery rapture. "Aaaaauuuugh!" she cried helplessly in gasping shrieks while her body shook and tremored violently around her still cunt-encased finger. As the ecstatic spasms rippled through her, she allowed her finger once more to fondle teasingly the pleasure-bud of her clitoris tingling every nerve in her body while her other hand squeezed convulsively at the smoothness of her supple young breasts. Her climax seemed to last forever, a wonderful, rapturous eternity as her hotly seeping pussy walls poured their thickly warm liquid down onto the creamy flesh of her sensuous thighs and she moaned and moaned over and over again at the sublime, rapacious intensity of her lust-summoned orgasm.
Finally, the passion-juices were drained and the hotly burning fire died within her. She stood there, basking in the warmly massaging water that stabbed like pin-pricks into her soft skin. It was over now, all over. The terrible, shameful desire for her son flowed away with the last of her orgasmic juices and swirled down the drain. It had been like a nightmare, like a horrifying, terror-filled nightmare ... but now it was all over ... now at last she could return to normal ... and not think about his penis and its pleasure any more...
Cate stepped out of the shower finally, feeling a calmness and strength returning to her ravaged body, feeling a new clearness in her tortured mind. The haze of alcohol had dimmed, the raging fires of desire were now only glowing embers, and the young mother dressed with hands that hardly trembled at all.
She found Pete waiting for her in the living room, once again in that large soft chair, once again leafing through a magazine. God, he looks so handsome in those slacks and that powder blue shirt! Oh Pete!
"Ready, Mom?"
"Yes, son, I'm ready. Let's go."
* * *
CHAPTER SIX
Cate sat across the table from her handsome young son in the dimly lit restaurant and watched him covertly as he ate. She saw the muscles rippling in his arms beneath his short-sleeved shirt ... the tendons in his hands as he manipulated the silverware ... the veins and muscles in his neck as he turned his head this way or that. God, he's such a handsome boy! And he's my son, my own precious son! And I've got to tell him, show him somehow, that he is too good, much too good, for the-likes of Pam Lodge! I've got to keep him out past seven-thirty ... and then when we go back to the house, he'll see for himself! I'm sure he will! She's too greedy for Henry to let the opportunity slip by without taking advantage of it!
After they had finished eating, Cate paid the bill and glanced secretly at her watch. It was only a little past seven o'clock. She had to keep him from going home. She delayed for a few minutes by excusing herself to go to the ladies room and lingered there as long as she dared.
She recalled, then, having passed by a thickly forested park on the edge of town that morning. Perhaps she could convince him ot take a walk with her ... use the excuse that she wanted to be alone with him just a little while longer.
She returned to the foyer of the restaurant to find Pete lounging against the cigarette machine, tapping his foot impatiently, restlessly studying the various plaques and paintings on the wall. She wondered briefly if her plan was indeed a sound one. What if Henry refused to be seduced again? What if his repentance was so deep and strong that he could bring himself to resist her impassioned advances? He could spoil everything if...
Stop it! she snapped at herself, walking slowly towards her waiting son. Pam is enough of an expert, I'm sure, to overcome any resistance he might provide. Besides, after what I saw this afternoon, I doubt Henry will have the strength or willpower to deny his own sexual appetites!
The blonde, voluptuous young mother took her handsome young son by the arm and, as they strolled casually out of the restaurant and into the street, she turned pleadingly towards him and, taking a deep breath, asked, "Listen, Pete. It's early yet we've still got a little time. And I do so want to ... to be alone with you ... for just a little while longer. Maybe we could go for a walk through that park at the end of town. Please? Will you?"
Pete looked at his entreating young mother, frowned, then said softly, "Look, mom, I've got to be back by seven-thirty. You know that. Pam is coming up and then we're going out to the movies."
"Oh, I know, I know," the young mother exclaimed excitedly. "But I'm not asking for much. Just half an hour. We'll be back in plenty of time. And even if we're five or ten minutes late, she isn't going to run away. She'll wait for you. Please, son. It's been so long ... so long since we've been alone together ... just for a few minutes ... please?"
The eighteen year old boy studied his mother's anxiously pleading face for a moment, at the look of desperate entreaty so visible there, and he knew at that instant that he couldn't really hate her. No, he had never been able to really hate her, not even after what he had seen the night before, her nakedly undulating body churning up at the lustfully impaling cock of his uncle, her own step-brother. No, he felt nothing now but compassion and a deep sense of closeness that he had longed for all these years. In spite of how she had lewdly spread her naked thighs to welcome Uncle Henry's madly pounding penis ... no matter what she had done last night or ever ... she was still his mother! Yes, she was simply a woman who possessed perhaps more than the normal share of sexual desires, whose sexual appetites were so strong as not to be denied. That didn't make her evil or wicked ... quite the contrary, that was all the more reason for Pete to display extra sympathy, extra understanding, extra sensitivity to her plea. Yes, she wasn't asking for very much really. All she wanted was a little more time alone with her son whom she had hardly seen in six years and with whom she now wanted to rekindle some flickering love. And she was right Pam wouldn't run away if he were a couple of minutes late.
"Sure, mom. If you want to. Come on, let's go."
Cate's heart leaped with delight and excitement. "Oh, thank you, Pete! Oh, I knew you would! Oh, I'm so grateful! You don't know how much this means to me!"
Her effervescent reaction caused the teenager to flush with embarrassment, but he took her arm in his and began to stroll down the two-block long town towards the city park. He began to talk to his mother now, hesitantly at first, then more openly with a relaxed candor that warmed her heart. Her carefully avoided talking about Uncle Henry or about her, but he did tell her more about his feelings for Pam and how strong they were growing, and about some of the people he had met this summer playing tennis and football.
Cate's body involuntarily tensed when her son spoke of Pam Lodge, but she tried not to reveal her feelings to her son. No ... this isn't the time ... later ... later on he 'll see her for the cheating little vixen that she is...
As they strode down the street, the young mother couldn't help but lower her head ... and then her eyes caught the distinctive bulge in her son's pants. That penis! That beautiful young cock of his again! Why does it torment me so? Why do I lust after it like a bitch in heat? Tearing her eyes away from that manly protuberance, Cate exalted in the triumph she was about to achieve that evening. A new confidence stirred in her blood, a confidence as much in her undying and abiding love for her son as in the successful development of the night's events, if everything went according to plan...
They walked into the depths of the park, through the trees along the gravel path and finally reached a small, flower-packed meadow where one solitary light shone down to illuminate the lush vegetation with an eerie brilliance. There was almost a magic allure in the air which Cate could distinctly feel and just by the touch of Pete's arm, she could tell he felt it too. Suddenly, she felt terribly close to him, as though all the intervening years of their separation had never happened, as though they had always been the best of friends and the most intimate of confidantes.
"Let's sit here for a bit," she said almost dreamily and slid down onto the soft cushion of grass. Pete slipped down beside her, turning to smile warmly at his beautiful, sensuously attractive mother.
"Nice night," he volunteered.
"Ummm ... but a little chilly. You don't mind if I snuggle up to you, son, do you?"
"Well ... okay," he replied, reaching an arm around her shoulder to draw her close. All of a sudden, the sweet womanly fragrance of her assaulted his nostrils and he was aware of the soft, spongy warm globe of her breast pressed against him. My God! She's not wearing a bra under that blouse! He tried to blink away the sudden little, inexplicable flicker of desire that began to creep through his loins, tried to deny the rampant sexuality of his own mother so snugly cuddled in his strong young arm. But she was so soft ... so warm ... so ... yes, exciting! Slightly uncomfortable, he shifted slightly, but his mother moved with him, pressing the voluptuous moon of her breast tighter against him, pressing now with her softly fleshy thigh against his and he felt his hands begin to tremble slightly, while his trouser-enclosed cock began to swell and tremor with tingling embers of excitement.
Christ! This can't be happening! She's my own mother! I can't get a hard-on now!
Cate leaned her head against his comforting chest and her eyes involuntarily wandered down to his crotch. His penis seemed to jump up and smack her in the face. Again, she recalled the image of his naked body poised by the edge of the pool, of how tremulously excited she had become at the sight of it. And now she could feel those same tremors of excitement slowly crawling through her belly, slowly creeping over her voluptuously rounded breasts. The warmth of her desire for him glowed within her body and her heart threatened to burst from her chest.
She couldn't resist! She simply couldn't resist the temptation any longer. He was too handsome, too youthfully virile for the long sex-starved young mother to bear!
Turning her face upwards toward his, she let her moist lips brush against his smooth-shaved cheek, letting them linger there against his warm skin, growing more excited by the masculine fragrance of his cologne. She snuggled even closer to him, knowing that his penis was growing larger and larger with each passing second, knowing that his desire for her was becoming as strong as hers for him, knowing that she would soon perform the shamelessly unforgivable act of actually having sexual intercourse with her own son! She could feel her pussy secreting the warmly flowing juices of her rising desire and her buttocks squirmed ever so slightly on the cool soft grass.
"Pete, darling, I do love you! I've been so miserable all these years without you," she whispered fervently. "Oh, I love you so much!"
An embarrassed flush came over the boy's face and before he could reply, before she could have any second thoughts about her own brazen behavior, the trembling young mother kissed her son hotly on the lips, a long hard kiss and then she seized his hand and placed it over one softly tremulous breast. Then she pulled her clasping lips loose from his and whispered hotly against his ear, "Oh my darling boy! My precious Pete! Oh God help me, I do love you so! My darling beautiful boy!"
* * *
Henry Jordan was startled when the doorbell rang. Glancing at his watch, he saw that it was seven-thirty. Now, who could that be? Has Pete forgotten his key or something? The bell rang again, demandingly.
The older man had been struggling to concentrate on his work, distracted by guilt and remorse, and during the last hour and a half, since he had been alone in the house, he had finally managed to get some constructive work done. And now they were back! He still couldn't bring himself to face his step-sister or his handsome young nephew, not after the wicked weakness of his sexual encounter with young Pam Lodge that afternoon. Still, he hadn't heard the car in the driveway ... maybe it wasn't them! Perhaps it was just the paperboy!
The doorbell chimed again ... and then again ... and yet again, demandingly, incessantly, impatiently. Drawing a deep breath, Henry plodded out of his study and across the living room and pulled open the door. A gasp caught in his throat.
It was Pam Lodge, that seductive little siren, smiling enticingly, one hip slung provocatively out towards him!
Henry's eyes went wide and his face flushed with the guilt and shame that had boiled inside of him all day. He thought about closing the door, but dismissed that temptation, and then he thought about making an excuse to go out. But he was paralyzed for the moment, staring wide-eyed into the invitingly beautiful face of the blonde young seventeen year old girl who only that afternoon had opened her legs and feverishly excited pussy to him, who only hours before had tempted him and provoked him to a brazen display of vile carnal lust!
She wore hot pants again, tightly clinging black ones, and a tight-fitting, form-revealing sleeveless jersey while her long blonde hair flowed down over her shoulders to the slender lines of her back.
"I ... I ... Pete's not home," he stammered at last.
"Oh? Well, we had a date. At seven-thirty," she answered, pushing her way into the house.
"Uh ... well ... he went out to dinner ... with his mother," Henry said tremulously, hoping that she couldn't discern the tremor in his voice. "They'll ... uh ... I guess they'll be back soon."
"You don't mind if I wait, do you, lover?" she asked mockingly.
"Uh ... I guess it's okay. Sure, sit down and make yourself comfortable."
Pete's uncle started to leave the room but was halted by the seductive allure of the young girl's voice. "Henry? Aren't you going to offer me a drink?"
"A drink?"
"Yes, a drink."
Henry stared at her, confusion reeling in his brain, desire pounding like wildfire through his body. She stood purposely close to him, undulating her hip so that it brushed against him, arching her back to emphasize the rounded fullness of her vaulting young breasts. He couldn't take his eyes off of her as she walked away from him towards the bar, couldn't unfasten his glance from those seductively swaying buttocks, remembering the feel of their softly squirming cheeks beneath his kneading fingers only that afternoon. The sound of her voice reminded him of her moaning, mewling, impassioned cries as he thrust his manly, thickly throbbing organ deep into the warmly receptive confines of her love-tunnel.
Involuntarily, he felt his cock growing in length and girth beneath his trousers, felt himself once again losing control of his rapidly mounting passions. No, I can't let her do this to me again! Once was bad enough!
He went to the bar, stood beside her, and poured two tall glasses of bourbon with trembling hands. She moved close to him again so that the tips of her tremulously exciting breasts brushed like licks of flame against the bare skin of his arm. Lazily, seductively, she looked into his eyes and she whispered huskily, "Say, we've got time for a quick one before Pete gets back. What do you say?"
"I say leave me alone, damn you!" Henry said, louder than he had intended. "Leave me alone and get the hell out of here!"
"Now, is that any way to treat a lady?" she whispered mockingly. "Come on, Henry, you want me as much as I want you."
"No, I don't!"
"It's no use trying to deny it, lover," she crooned softly next to his face, her hot breath bathing his skin like warm honey. "Your cock gives you away every time!"
Her obscene words and bold action sent a shiver of lust tingling up Henry's spine and he could feel his misbehaving prick once again surge with vibrant desire beneath his trousers. His eyes were locked on the tempting rise and fall of her invitingly full breasts as he heard her chuckling wickedly. Suddenly, her hotly anxious young mouth was pressed against his and ground desperately against it, her hands sliding with familiarity over his tightly muscled buttocks. He tried to resist, tried to pull away, tried to wrench his mouth from hers, but he seemed to have no strength or will. Damn her! I can't stop! It's happening all over again and I can't stop myself this time either!
All he was aware of now, all that registered in his lust-choked mind, was the feeling of her hot, wetly slithering tongue lashing between his teeth, a hot poker of inflamed desire blending against his own, hot and fevered, fucking his mouth rapaciously like a long-starved animal.
Pete's uncle knew now that all of his resistance was gone, all of his willpower and self-control had been dissolved by the fiery passion of her mouth-fucking kiss. His mouth opened wider, his muscles relaxed, his body yielded and he wrapped his arms around her quivering young body, crushing her against him. His fingers reached down to convulsively knead at the softly supple flesh of her buttocks beneath her tightly clinging hot-pants and his loins began to grind voraciously against hers. His own masculine organ was now rock-hard beneath his trousers but strained forward against her already lust-moistened cunt while a low moan of abandoned, irrefutable, unquenchable desire spilled from around his own hotly flashing tongue.
They stood against the bar, greedily sucking on one another's tongues, for what seemed like a dark eternity before the hot-blooded young girl broke the passionate clinch and stepped back breathlessly. "Let's not ... waste any more time ... I want you, Henry ... I want you naked ... I want us both naked ... I want you to fuck me ... fuck me good ... hard ... fast ... I want to cum a thousand times before Pete gets home!"
* * *
The aroused young teenage boy felt his heart pounding in his chest while his cock jerked again with excitement and lust. His hand was still resting on the trembling, hotly swelling mound of his mother's beautifully formed breast and he could feel electric shocks of pleasure exploding in his wildly confused brain. The rounded softness of that tremulous breast was like an intoxicating liquor to the young boy so that he felt suddenly giddy and dizzy and out of control. What ... what the hell is she doing?
"Mom! Mom ... I...." the youth finally managed to stammer in panting gasps.
"Shhhhh," she whispered hotly against his face.
"But Mom ... this is ... it's...." he started to protest once again but was silenced by the finger she placed gently across his lips. Indeed, he couldn't seem to find the right words anyway, even though he wracked his brain for them feverishly.
Pete couldn't seem to breathe. My God! This is my own mother! Does she ... she ... she seems to ... does she want me to fuck her? But that's impossible! That's ... impossible!
Cate turned her face up to his, still holding his hand to her tremulously quivering breast, breathing warmly against his face, her eyes shining with love and passion. She began to move his hand down inside her blouse so that soon he was massaging the nakedly warm full mound of her cherry-crested breast and somehow, he didn't know how, suddenly her blouse was unbuttoned and a burning fire licked at his loins as the pliantly warm skin of her breasts grew hotter and hotter beneath his touch. He wanted to stop, wanted to pull his hand away, but it was almost as if that breast was a magnet that held his hand against its will. His cock jerked and trembled at the feel of his own mother's nakedly yielding flesh and his eyes grew clouded with hotly passionate desire.
"Pete ... it's okay," she whispered fervently. "I love you ... I need you ... and you love me, too, I know you do! And you want me just as much as I-want you!"
The boy's mind reeled with lust-clouded confusion but as much as he tried to tell himself that this was wrong and incestuous, he couldn't convince himself to stop. His desires were too strong, too hot racing in his blood ... and she was right! He did love her! He did love and need and desire her! He realized at that moment just how deeply he had loved her all along, but he never dreamed that there could be a sexual outlet for that love! He could not deny the all-consuming fire that raged within his vibrantly straining cock, that spiraled hotly throughout his entire body ... and he realized, too, that when he had seen her the night before with Uncle Henry, when he had seen her nakedly excited flesh, her tantalizingly full breasts, her teasingly moist cunt being fucked into a wild, submissive cumming, he had wanted her then, too! He had become excessively excited just by the sight of her, lying on her back with her legs drawn up and getting fucked half out of her mind, and he had wanted to fuck her too at that moment more than he had ever wanted any other woman in all of his young life!
Cate sensed his relaxing tensions, sensed his resistance slowly flowing from his strongly virile young body, sensed her own excitement building to the exploding point. At first she had tried to resist her own lewdly growing desires, to sweep them out of her mind ... but the hot, incestuous tingling in her cunt was unmistakable, the raging lust that moistened her cunt was undeniable. And why shouldn't she take him as a lover after all? She loved him, didn't she? And wasn't sexual expression one of the many ways a woman could show her love? Wasn't he the most important man in her whole life? Wasn't it Pete who sent electrical jolts of pleasure through her warmly tremulous body just by the touch of his hand on her achingly swollen breast? She had been excited by his penis not once but twice before, hadn't she? Was it wrong then to at last fulfill her screaming sexual desire for him?
She felt his arms tightening around her and knew that now, at last, he wanted her too! His hand now worked feverishly at the soft, satiny skin of her ripely mature breasts, tweaking her hot, hard nipples into further flaming arousal, pressing his lips tightly against hers and grinding his tongue like a firebrand into the warm, moist depths of her mouth. His mother's fingers then nervously reached out to his crotch and drew his zipper all the way down, then went to his belt while his hand at the breast beneath her unbuttoned blouse didn't even pause in its erogenous ministrations for even a split-second. Then her long-nailed fingers slipped inside the waistband of his shorts, pulling them down and away from his hard, excitedly pulsing young prick as he lifted his buttocks to help her.
Then, his cock was free at last! Free and nakedly palpitating in his mother's quiveringly anxious hand! Cate gasped at the enormity of it and never had anything felt so good to her as his hotly throbbing, nakedly exposed hardness! Wave after wave of prurient desire swept like a tidal wave through his body and he moaned aloud in his ecstasy as she caressed the underside of the long hot boy-hardness gently with her long nails. Up and down, up and down her fingers floated and then they dipped lower, located his sperm-swollen testicles and began to tease softly, lovingly around them, sending his hotly boiling sperm churning around wildly inside them.
Pete looked down at the elongated pole of his cock which she held in her hand and it seemed to the teenager that the shaft had a life of its own, red-headed and pounding with lust. He breathed with a ragged, panting excitement now as his hands greedily reached around to pull her blouse back roughly over her shoulders and then he saw the magnificent mounds of her melon-shaped breasts surge forward, vaulting into vibrantly trembling life, their pinkly plumed peaks standing out like sparkling little gems! Bending his head forward, he took one of the tips into his mouth, wrapping his lips around the softly smooth skin of the voluptuous mound while his tongue darted from one to the other like a licking flame to taunt and tease her distended nipples into even further hardness and excitement. Wave after wave of exquisitely agonizing pleasure flooded through her helplessly aroused body as his hotly sucking mouth and tantalizingly playful tongue worked their erotic magic on the twin peaks of desire while her hand continued to stroke and caress his long hot hardness and his swaying, cum-filled testicles.
Suddenly, Pete could feel his mother moving. He saw her then begin to lower her head, her moist, pink tongue licking hungrily over her lips, slowly downward, lower and lower so that it was poised precariously over his madly shuddering cock head and her desire-glowing eyes were fastened hungrily on its tip, on the moist little droplets of his seminal secretion...
My God! She's going to suck me off! My own mother is going to take my cock into her mouth ... and suck it ... till I cum! Is this really real ... or only a dream? Are those lips really destined for my aching cock?
Young Pete was not mistaken. Because, for Cate MacDonald, her son's tantalizingly throbbing penis was the only reality that existed in the world at that moment. She dipped her head forward, her heart pounding so furiously that it threatened to burst through her chest, her pussy inflamed with a hotly raging desire ... and then her tongue slid out from between her wetly parted lips to touch the smooth, rubbery head of her son's lust-bloated cock, to touch and taste the bittersweet pungency of his seeping seminal fluid. God, yes! This is heaven! This is pure, exquisite ecstasy! God, I've wanted this beautiful young cock for what seems like an eternity! And now it's mine, all mine! Oooooohhhhh, and it tastes so deliciously wonderful! My own son's cock is the sweetest tasting cock in the whole world and I'm going to suck it till it cums gushing like a volcano into my mouth!
And Cate was as good as her promise to herself. Voraciously, she began to swirl her firebrand tongue around the tiny, thinly seething opening of his cockhead, lapping up all the magnificent juices there while her son groaned wildly, his fingers convulsing tightly around one voluptuously tempting breast while his mouth worked feverishly at the other. Cate ovaled her mouth wider to accept the entire width of his blunt head inside, moving her wickedly playful tongue in circular, progressively faster strokes, holding the base between her thumb and forefinger with one hand while the other raced to tantalizingly tease his sperm-filled balls below until the boy thought that they would explode.
"Aaaaaauuuuuugh!" he wailed in abandoned delight. "Owwww, Mom! Owwww, yeeeeesssssss!"
Now his mother began a rhythmic, tantalizing sucking up and down the turgidly swollen shaft, taking more and more of its hotly throbbing hardness into the vast interior of her soft warm mouth. Her tongue then worked with exquisite little swirls at the out-stroke from her voraciously ovaled lips and she parted the tiny opening at the end with the tip of her tongue, widening it so that more of the pungently exciting semen poured out into her hungrily working mouth.
Cate reveled in the entranced moans of her aroused young son as he kissed and squeezed at her lusciously round breasts and she knew that his young teenage balls were about to explode, that he had been roused to the very brink of erupting orgasm. She began then to suck him faster and faster, more and more wildly, her hips churning madly as she strained to take more of the massive organ into her hotly milking mouth. Her blonde head bobbed up and down with a frenzied tempo and her moistly eager lips and tip of her nose pressed up against her son's wiry pubic hair on each downstroke while the temptingly alluring aroma of his masculine genitals wafted like perfume into her nostrils.
Never had anything in his young life been this exquisitely satisfying! Never had even Pam aroused such intense ardor in the young man's eagerly plunging penis! He had to cum soon ... had to cum like a raging storm in his own mother's sweetly sucking mouth! Any minute now ... any second ... soon he would cum...
He came.
Screaming, "Oooooooohhhhhhhaaaaaaaa-uuuuuuugh!" he jammed his hips upward, burying the full, wildly ejaculating length of his cock deep into the back of her throat while she moaned ecstatically around its lunging force. The first scalding thick bursts of semen gushed from the opening in his hotly flaring cockhead, flooding the back of his mother's voraciously suckling mouth, spewing madly like a never-ending tidal wave. Her throat tightened, her lips tightened as she swallowed burst after burst of his hotly gushing liquid, swallowing desperately to keep from choking on the thick white-hot jets, her cheeks bloating and hollowing as the warm, semen-flooded cavern of her mouth filled and emptied, filled and emptied, again and again...
It was then that his mother's own orgasm struck. He had abandoned her breasts at the first onslaught of his scalding orgasm and now his hand was rubbing back and forth beneath her silken panties, his middle finger sunk far up inside her moistly lubricated cunt. He felt his mother's body go into spasms of wild and rapturous release and he felt, too, her hotly pouring juices seething down over his working fingers and she gurgled and squealed around his own ejaculating cock, still swallowing while her own lust-propelled moisture lubricated his deeply fucking fingers.
After it was all over, she leaned to kiss him, her lips still wet and glistening with the remains of his thick white cum.
"I love you, darling. I love you very much, my darling boy!"
"And I love you too, Mom. I never knew anything could be as wonderful as this!"
It was nearly eight o'clock when they finally left the park, their hair still rumpled, their clothes a shambles of creased cloth on their backs. She kissed her son again as they slipped into his sports car and zoomed off happily together towards Uncle Henry's house...
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CHAPTER SEVEN
Pete stood dumbfounded and wide-eyed just inside the front door while his mother clutched tightly at his arm. He saw Pam, his seventeen year-old girl friend, kneeling on all fours completely naked on their thick rug in the center of the living room, her nakedly tremulous breasts quivering, her pinkly taut nipples hard and distended, her head flailing savagely from side to side, her mouth open as the words spilled out from between her lustfully moistened lips.
Her lover was Henry Jordan, Pete's own uncle. And he was posed behind her, clutching hard at her voluptuously curved hips, as he thrust harder and harder into the tightly clenching mouth of her pinkly glistening rectum! Pete could see his uncle's lust-bloated cock, hard and thick and long and merciless, fucking again and again up into the warmly receptive depths of Pam's hotly clasping anal furnace while he moaned and groaned with abandoned and impassioned desire behind her. And the boy suddenly felt faint. A startled gasp caught in the back of his throat and he felt dizzy. He felt himself being supported by his mother as he took one small step forward, his eyes still flung open, his mouth-likewise flung open in a soundless screaming protest.
No! It's not possible! Not Uncle Henry! Not my own Uncle Henry! He's fucking ... Pam ... my own girl friend ... fucking her in the ass from behind while she's ... she's playing with his balls! Jesus ... oh my God! There they are ... naked ... fucking ... naked and fucking ... fucking like they've never fucked before ... what in the hell is happening here?
Pete felt his mother squeeze his arm gently, comfortingly, as if to tell him that everything would be alright. He couldn't take his amazed young eyes off of the salacious tableau, at their animalistic passions twisting their bodies and crying from their throats. This was the girl he thought he loved! And this was the uncle who had been a veritable father to him! He could only stare at them in shocked confusion, in abject bewilderment, as his own mother pressed tightly up against him.
Cate saw the same sight that her son couldn't tear his eyes from, the same slithering hard penis that had only the night before fucked fulfillingly into her yearning, churning cunt which was now sliding fast and furious into the young teenage girl's tightly constricting anus. She clutched at her son's arm more tightly, triumphant in her victory, gloating over the unequivocal success of her scheme. She had led the horse to water, and sure enough it had begun to drink! She rubbed her breast almost unconsciously against Pete's strong young arm, the same breast that he had nakedly kissed and fondled such a short time before.
Pete felt the warmth of his mother's body next to his, pressing tight against him, but his mind was still tumultuously seized by the flagrant display of carnal lust before his eyes. Yes, this was the girl he was so crazy about and there she was, being fucked like a bitch in her ass-hole by a man old enough to be her father! By the man who was, in fact, a surrogate father to her own boyfriend! Oddly enough, though, he didn't hate her for her wanton and obscene display! No, he couldn't hate the brazen little bitch ... after all, she was simply fulfilling her physical desires, wasn't she? Just as he himself had just done with his very own mother! Just as his mother had done the night before with her own step-brother! If he could bring his mind to accept all that, then he could certainly bring his mind around to accepting this latest display of abandoned carnal appetite! What was she doing, after all, that was any more reprehensible than what he himself had done only minutes before in the park with his own lust-incited mother?
With the warmly erotic memories of his mother came the realization that she was still beside him, that her hot, firm flesh was pressed against his body, that her breasts were hotly quivering and exotically enticing underneath that blouse she wore. Suddenly, madly, he wanted her again! He wanted to touch the sweet-smeeling softness of her firmly smooth skin, wanted to wrap his eager young lips once again around the satiny roundness of her voluptuously sloping breasts, and that he wanted to slither his cock this time, not into her mouth, but into her cunt! These new desires swept through his aching body like molten fire and once again his prick, already once satiated by his mother's soft, warm mouth, began to leap into vividly vibrant arousal and bulge out against the constraint of his trousers. The sight of his own uncle fucking mercilessly with his heavily plundering penis into Pam's tightly grinding back little anus only added fuel to the lust-incited fire raging within his loins and his hands began to squeeze his mother's arm convulsively.
Cate moaned with delighted pleasure when she felt that hand of her son slip from her arm to find the soft warm pliancy of her passionately quivering breast. Her son stroked it gently, lovingly at first, turning his body slightly towards her without taking his eyes off of the still wildly fucking couple on the living room floor. Cate moaned again as she felt the bulge of his erectly straining penis pressing against her fleshy thigh and she could feel her own breath coming faster and faster as her son whispered into her ear, "Mom ... oh Mom! Ooooh! Mommmmm!"
The lovely blonde young mother had, like her son, not been able to unfasten her eyes from the sight of Pam Lodge being sensuously and willingly fucked in her rectum by her own step-brother and this lewdly provocative spectacle had incited her own pussy to flower wide up between her thighs with the juices of renewed passion. The heated searing flames of desire soared and swirled madly through every fiber of her being so that the warm moist flow of aroused lust seeped from her cunt while her tiny taut nipples began to grow harder and to throb with unrequited lust. She hadn't really meant to become so passionately aroused by this sight! Quite the contrary, she had intended to play the part of an outraged woman, an indignant mother ... but somehow, she was now subject to the same fiery emotions which had impelled her last night when she first saw her son fucking Pam's cunt outside ... those same blazing desires that had filled her own cunt when Henry had fucked her ... and again when she had sucked her own son's cock just a short while before!
Suddenly, through the haze of contused thoughts, the young mother became aware of the hot hardness pressing against her thigh. It was like a red-hot iron rod, struggling there beneath his trousers ... and her heart lept at the thought that he wanted her again! She pressed hard against her son as the passion churned within her and suddenly, before either one of them knew what had happened or why, their mouths were joined together in a hotly, blindly passionate kiss. He was sliding her blouse up; her hand was reaching down for the zipper of his pants; his hands tore her blouse while hers struggled with feverish intensity to remove his trousers down over his muscular young legs. It seemed like an infinte eternity before they were both naked, before Pete was whispering hotly into his mother's ear, "Mom, I want you! I've got to have you ... to fuck you ... to love you ... to feel my cock inside your belly!"
"Oh yes, my precious son, yessssss!"
She grasped the long, excitedly throbbing shaft of her eighteen year-old son and thrilled to feel it quiver tensely in her hand while her body felt like a seething cauldron of abandoned lust. The thought that they might be seen in fact, that they definitely would be seen by Pam and Henry didn't bother either the mother or the son. After all, why shouldn't they fuck right in front of Henry and Pam if they wanted to? The thought occurred simultaneously to both Cate and Pete, and they exchanged a glance of wicked excitement at the knowledge of their impending lustful union that would take place right there in the same room where Uncle Henry was viciously sodomizing the nakedly exposed and voraciously willing anal canal of the teenaged Pam Lodge.
As they approached the nakedly thrashing couple, they exchanged yet another conspiratory glance, Cate still clinging to her son's thickly massive pole of flesh, her eyes glazed with a shameless passion, her knees weak with excitement and desire. Yes, it was going to be wonderful, the most excruciatingly pleasure-giving fuck she had ever known...
Suddenly, Pam's eyelashes opened. Pete! No, it can't be! He can't be home yet! He can't catch me like this! But ... but ... why is he naked? Why ... why is his mother ... beside him ... naked too ... that look in his eyes ... and the same look in hers ... my God, he's going to fuck his own mother!
The erotic realization that her young boy friend was on the verge of sending his rigidly pulsing cock into the warmly waiting pussy of his own mother sent a ripple of wicked, newly aroused excitement through the lust-propelled young teenage girl and she ground her hips back harder against the lust-impaled penis of Henry Jordan as if begging for more brutal, belly-reaming thrusts. And, as if in response to her mute demand, the older man, moaning with abandoned and sublime rapture, plunged forward harder, deeper, harder and deeper into her hotly clenching little ass-hole as he looked down between them and watched her lush, whitely rounded young buttocks churn back wildly, crazily, against his passion-driven rod of hot hard cock flesh.
His eyes then flickered for a moment from the madly grinding girl in front of him and it was then that he saw Pete and Cate poised on the floor beside them, naked, her hand wrapped tightly around her son's penis, one of his hands happily kneading at the satin pliancy of her succulent breasts. My God! It's ... it's Cate ... and Pete! And look at them ... naked ... and they were kissing now ... fervently ... feverishly ... like ... like LOVERS! Henry was, of course, quite flabbergasted at first. But as the moments passed and the fever-pitch of Pete's intensity increased and the fire of Cate's passion burned through her lips and moved her stroking hand, Henry slowly came to understand that this was merely one way of expressing their love for each other, that they were simply succumbing to their own physical desires just as he was doing with Pam...
Henry fucked madly, with a newly incited abandon, into the tightly clasping anal passage of Pam Lodge as he watched now the mad love-making between mother and son, between his own lovely blonde step-sister and her son.
Cate raised herself up now to straddle the handsome nakedness of her virile, eighteen year-old son that she had pushed down on his back on the rug, still holding his up-thrusting cock between her motherly clasping hands and then she guided its eagerly pulsating hardness up between her lusciously wide-spread thighs to the thinly bearded mouth of love which nestled so enticingly up there between them. Pete was lying on the floor now so that his head lay close to Pam's while Cate's face poised only inches away from Henry's sweating, straining, lust-contorted features.
like a voracious animal, the young mother ground her nakedly flared cunt downward and warmly sheathed the full pulsing length of her son's elongated penis with her hotly seething vagina, seemingly filling her whole belly with the hot hard girth of his heavily ballooning cockhead! Her features were flushed and contorted with raging lust as she then began to fuck rhythmically up and down on the deeply impaling pole, rising up so that all but the blunt-headed tip was all the way out of her pussy, then crashing down again as her son reached up to play and knead at her sensitively swollen breasts. He levered up with his buttocks at the same time, sending his turgidly throbbing shaft to the very depths of her cock-hungry cunt, feeling the soft walls of it warmly massaging at the full length of it as it slithered far up into her open belly on the infuck. "Oooowwwww!" he heard her cry and she began to hungrily grind her steaming, simmering cunt up and down his blood-engorged young cock with a frenzied abandon, never allowing the hugely bloated head to escape from the hotly clasping clutch of her soft, hair-fringed vaginal lips. She crashed back down again each time with a rapaciously greedy hunger to encase every inch of his thickly elongated length as the dizzying spirals of sensational pleasure surged through her nakedly straining body.
Directly in front of them, Henry Jordan jammed his lustfully pistoning organ crazily up into the wildly buffeting ass of the lovely teenager he was blissfully ass-fucking while their muted cries and moans of ecstatic pleasure mingled with those of mother and son. Their bodies glistened with the sweat of their rapturous effort while he clawed like a crazed animal at the curves of her erotically grinding young hips while both struggled madly to reach the final burst of their impending orgasm, their breathing ragged and pantingly rough, their eyes blazing with a fiery lust matched only by the inflamed passion of the couple nearby.
Suddenly, Pam realized how close Pete was, how temptingly close his sensuous lips were to her own. I've got to have those lips ... have to kiss him while I cum ... yes, kiss him and tongue-fuck his mouth while I cum! Ummmm! And then she was turning her head, finding Pete's lips joining it to hers while her hotly spearing tongue swirled deep into his warmly waiting mouth to meet the darting flashes of his own firebrand.
Cate fucked her sensuously curved ass-cheeks with a lust-blinded, mind-blazing fury up and down on the powerfully thick, lust-plunging cock that so rapturously filled her shouldering cunt, her right hand dipping behind her and down between her son's powerfully muscled thighs to fondle and caress his fiery, sperm-filled balls as their loins slammed together in a frantically increasing tempo. His fingers were greedily kneading at the warmly supple flesh of her voluptuously tempting breasts, thumb and forefinger tortuously tweaking the ruby-red nipples until he heard her cry out in agonized pleasure. Oh this is too sensational! Nothing this exquisite had ever happened to me! My mother, my very own mother is the most wonderful fuck I've ever known! I'm going to cum inside of her screaming pussy ... cum just the way Uncle Henry will cum by the bucketful into Pam's squirming little ass! Oh God, and it's like fire kissing my lips and flames licking at my tongue the way her mouth is loving mine!
The young mouth mother's eyes opened and closed and suddenly, seeing the impassioned kiss of the two teenage lovers, she wanted to kiss Henry, too, wanted to feel the surging passion pour out of his mouth and into hers, wanted to feel the hotly flicking sweetness of his tongue fucking madly into her voraciously hungry throat! Leaning forward, without missing a single beat of her nakedly bobbing body, she pressed her lust-hungry lips against her step-brother's and their tongues began to swirl around each other. And then, for a prolonged, mind-shattering moment, the four of them bucked and heaved and pounded and ground against one another, mouths and bodies inseparably locked, straining with every fiber of their erotically aroused beings for the final release of sublime orgasm. The only sounds breaking into the stillness of the night were their harmonious moans and groans of wildly abandoned, voracious desire and the wet slapping of naked sweating flesh against naked sweating flesh.
Suddenly, Henry stiffened, moaning like a mad animal into Cate's mouth, his hard, erectly jerking penis fucking hard and furiously into Pam's tightly clinging, moistly lubricated ass-hole with a savage lunge, and then a great burning surge of hot, fiery hot cum flooded deep up into her wildly milking rectum. He continued to flick his lust-lashing tongue far into Cate's mouth as wave after wave of the hotly spewing liquid filled the lovely teenager's madly churning belly until she thought she would burst. It was then that Pam's own lust-driven orgasm struck with the force of a brutal hurricane, exploding her hotly flowing juices simultaneously with those of Pete's uncle, filling her with a raw and marvelously satisfying sexual pleasure that she had never known before...
The sight of his uncle's cumming in his teenaged girl friend's ass and then of Pam's exploding eruption triggered the final and rapturous release of Pete who heaved up to meet the downward strokes of his mother's feverishly clinging cunt and the first outpourings of thick white cum exploded into her warmly sheathing, voraciously milking cunt until it, too, was filled to the overflowing. So powerful was his orgasmic explosion that Cate could feel the fiery heat of his scalding cum splashing up against her cervix and then streaming thickly down the soft walls of her clenching cunt and this sublime sensation then ignited her own orgasm to raise her to the supreme pinnacle of glorious ecstasy! "Oooohhh! Aaaauugh! I'm cuuuuuuuming!" she cried into her step-brother's mouth, returning then to suck crazily on his tongue as if it, too, were an exploding, hotly spasming cock while her own nakedly jerking cunt continued to fuck down and up around her son's massively ejaculating cock.
Moments later, totally exhausted but totally and sublimely satisfied, the four of them lay on the floor staring with blissful contentment at each other. Cate lay in the loving strong arms of her handsome eighteen year-old son, her fingers teasing his now flaccid cock gently, thankfully, lovingly. Pete's hands stroked her sweat-glistening skin fondly, pausing to enfold the roundly molded smoothness of her breasts, and a smile of satisfied pleasure rested on his features. Both of them knew that this had been the most magnificent night of their lives, that they had at last found the true depths of their love for each other, and that they would always be together from now on!
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CHAPTER EIGHT
It was Labor Day weekend, the end of the summer, the beginning of a new fall season for football teams, television programs, and returning college students. Pete was all packed, his trunk and suitcase piled in his sleek sports car, as he sat happily out in the cool morning air on his uncle's redwood deck, admiring the scenery, flashing back over all the events of that very eventful summer.
He was still seeing Pam Lodge, of course, and had enjoyed many a pleasurable night in her company since that fateful night in early July when whe and he and Cate and Henry had so tumultuously discovered each other. They made a handsome couple, he realized with self-conceit, and a lot of people thought they might get married some day. Well, maybe they would. She was certainly a match for him in bed and her lively vitality was appealing now even to his mother, who had so loathed her in the beginning.
Cate had come to realize that the girl was merely a sensual, sexually alive young creature who could not be blamed for the power of her passion. She realized, too, that Henry Jordan was not only her bed-partner but her long sought after soul-mate as well and their wedding was inevitable. It was crazy to think of living the rest of her life without his warmly, comfortingly compassion love ... and besides, he was already like a father to Pete.
Cate stood in the doorway looking out onto the deck, admiring as she had so often that summer the strongly virile body of her handsome young son. Later this morning he would drive off to college and she wouldn't see him again until Thanksgiving vacation. A lump formed in her throat at the thought of being separated from his wonderful loving for such a long time, at being deprived of his massively fulfilling young cock, but she knew, of course, that his education was all-important if he was going to follow in the footsteps of his architect uncle.
Pete turned around and a fresh, glowing smile lit his face at the sight of his voluptuous young mother. She walked slowly towards him, bent down from behind his shoulders as he raised his face towards hers. She smiled, too, then pressed her lustfully moist lips against his, her tongue shooting automatically into his mouth as he sought the dark wet confines of hers, his hands reaching up to fondle the succulent fullness of her breasts inside of her provocatively low-cut blouse. "Ummmmm!" she murmured around his pistoning tongue, "ummmmmmm!" Her hands clasped at the strong muscles of his shoulders as their fiery kiss continued for several long drawn-out moments until at last she unlocked her lips from his.
"I'm going to miss you, son."
"I'm going to miss you, too, Mom."
"And I'm going to miss him, too," Henry's voice echoed into the cool mountain morning. "We've all learned a lot from each other this summer. I only hope we don't forget those lessons!"
Cate walked around and sat on her son's lap, reaching down to teasingly caress his bulging penis beneath his trousers while Henry came forward to kiss her fervently, his fiery tongue snaking like a firebrand into her mouth while Pete's hands kneaded continually at the softly pliant, warmly tremulous flesh of his mother's breasts beneath her blouse.
The young mother finally pulled her hungry mouth away from her step-brother's urgently probing tongue and laughed uproariously, joined soon by the laughter of her young son and ruggedly handsome step-brother. "Oh, I love you both! I love you both so very much! It's been years, years since I've felt so blissfully happy!"
"Mom, you deserve all the happiness you can get. As a matter-of-fact ... I don't have to leave for a couple of hours yet ... hey, Uncle Henry, what do you say?"
Henry looked slyly at his nephew, then glanced down at his voluptuously beautiful step-sister. Without a moment's hesitation, he began to tear off his clothing and race the length of the deck towards the stairs that led down to the pool. "Come on, you two! What are you waiting for? Last one out of his clothes and into the pool is a rotten egg!"
