Alice Thompson drove along the crowded freeway towards the train station without paying much attention to what she was doing, to the other cars whizzing alongside her owh Chevrolet Impala, to the blaring mid-day heat which seemed to rise in transparent waves from the hills around her.
She was, instead, reflecting on how far she had come in the world and how glad she was able to offer her darling daughter all the advantages which she herself had never enjoyed either as a girl or as a teenager. Not until she had married Jeff Thompson almost twenty years ago had Alice begun to enjoy some of the comforts and security that money could buy. Like her lovely house nestled behind a small grove of trees out in the canyon, far away from the noise and hazy pollution of the city. And the luxurious car she drove now. And the weekly trips to the beauty salon to have her hair fixed. And shopping in small, exclusive dress shops instead of large department stores full of clothing that all looked alike. Although far from wealthy, she was very satisfied with her lot in life, with the progress she and Jeff had made from that poor, small town in the central valley of California, where she had lived until the age of eighteen.
She had been raised on a small farm where the winters were mild enough but where the summers scorched the earth and burned away all energy and enthusiasm from the growing girl. Her parents had been marginally comfortable, able at least to afford a battered pick-up truck and a couple of second-hand tractors due to her mother's part-time work as a nurse at the local hospital. But they couldn't afford to buy their four children nice clothes, nor send them to college, nor buy a black-and-white television set until color TVs came onto the market. And when they had traveled to visit Aunt Fanny or Uncle Joe, they had always traveled by bus, because trains and airplanes were much too expensive for a family of six living as marginally as they did.
Alice remembered with particular rancor the most impressive and perhaps important event of her teenage life, her senior prom. There simply wasnt enough money to buy her a proper gown, so her mother had been forced to buy some second-hand fabric to make her one. Alice, even then a voluptuously and sensuously attractive creature, had been asked by several different boys to this very special event. She had chosen the most dashingly handsome boy she knew, Tom Simpson, but had been mortified to tears when they arrived at the prom to find that all of the other girls wore sumptuous gowns with white lacy frills and pink satin trimming. It had been one of the most dreadful and embarrassing evenings of her innocent young life, one burned into her memory. She vowed then and there that her daughter would never be subjected to such humiliation for want of money!
And she had kept her promise. After graduating from high school, she had moved to Los Angeles where she quickly found a job in a large department store as a salesgirl. She made decent money, plus commissions. It was there that she had met Jeff Thompson, a strikingly handsome, dark-haired young man who worked as a buyer in the sports equipment department. He was ambitious, like Alice, and that was part of what attracted her to him, He, too, came from a modest background and had vowed never to raise his children in the poverty in which his parents had raised him. And Jeff Thompson had kept his promise.
Less than a year after they were married, Jeff opened his own sports equipment store, selling everything from ski clothing and supplies to tennis, hiking, camping, baseball and football equipment and clothing. And his store had been such a smashing success that within five years he had opened another . . . and then finally a third store. His accomplishments had allowed Alice to raise their lovely young daughter the way she had always dreamed about living herself, with exclusive schools and private piano lessons and smart clothing and weekly trips to the beauty salon. She and Jeff became important, respected members of their community, belonging to all the appropriate committees and clubs, living not in the midst of plows and tractors and blazing summers but instead amongst surgeons and lawyers and advertising executives and other business entrepreneurs.
And then, less than a year ago, Jeff had been trapped in the burning wreckage of his car after it had gone over a cliff while he was driving home after a late night at the first store. Alice had been shattered. All her dreams seemed to have gone up in smoke when her husband died. Added to that misery was the departure of her only child, her wonderful Becky, who had gone away to college last fall.
But, Alice mused as she pulled into a parking space in front of the train station, I still have my youthfull good looks. And indeed she did. She had spent a good deal of time and money to insure that the lovely youthfulness of her appearance would not be damaged or destroyed by the natural ravages of aging. She had worked long and hard to preserve the natural and voluptuous beauty she possessed as a teenager and although she certainly didn't iook any longer like a girl of eighteen, neither did she look like a haggard old woman of thirty-six.
Alice Thompson was proudly aware that her smooth-skinned body was still firm and well proportioned, her globular breasts high and sumptuously rounded, topped by gem-like, ruby-hued nipples. Her white belly was still flat, smooth and flawless, without even a sign from her one child birth. And she exercised daily to keep h'er hips and thighs carefully trimmed of excess fat, carefully contoured to their original shapely form. And her legs! They were perhaps her best feature, she thought, (after her lovely upswinging breasts, of course), in their long and tanned shapeliness, leading up to a gently curving mound of downy pubic hair of the same raven-black color as the gently flowing hair which reached down from her head to her lovely white shoulders.
Indeed, even her face retained its youthful appearance, without crow-lines around her eyes or dark circles under them. It was an oval face with a flawless complexion and large, almond-shaped brown eyes, no doubt inherited from her Syrian grandmother. Her cheekbones were high and her nose sculpted to classic perfection which tended to crinkle deliciously whenever she laughed. Her ruby lips were full, but not too full, and her smile a radiant beam which infected all those around her.
But more than that, Alice Thompson radiated a sensuous and provocative sexuality which never failed to excite any man she had ever met. It was not a conscious or contrived sex-appeal but one which came naturally, which showed itself in the way her hips and buttocks jiggled when she walked, in the way she held her chest and breasts proudly high, in the way her eyes seemed to sparkle like a thousand tiny diamonds when she looked a man in the eye. It was this particular sexual attraction which had been so alluring and magnetic to Jeff when he had first met her. Coupled with the fine lines of her beautiful face and the luxurious contours of her voluptuous body, Jeff had found himself irresistibly attracted to her from the very first moment.
Indeed, one or twice before they were married, it was all Alice could do to resist the temptation to let him have, his way, to let him touch and kiss the swelling mounds of her breasts, to let his fingers explore the soft, hot regions of her curl-fringed vagina, to let him slip his thickly hardened cock into the warmly enticing wonder of her young cunt. In fact, it was the very night of their marriage when Becky had been conceived from the white scalding cum which Jeff shot like a demon possessed into the deepest recesses of her wildly cumming womb!
Alice Thompson walked into the roar and bustle of the train station, well aware that several pair of masculine eyes were feasting on the sumptuous sexuality of her boyd. She felt slightly uncomfortable, as if all those male eyes were mentally undressing and then seducing her, and so she quickened her pace. She glanced at the large, clock on the wall over the ticket windows . . . four-thirty ... in only another ten minutes the train from Sacramento would arrive . . . Alice then turned her eyes to the large, electronic screen behind her which announced the precise arrival time and platform location of each train. . .4:40 from Sacramento/On Time/Platform 6.
Becky Thompson would arrive in ten minutes. Oh, if only allthose men would stop ogling like starving leapards!
Alice attempted to escape the salacious gazes of the lingering, leering men by walking out to Platform 6, there to await the long-anticipated arrival of her lovely young eighteen year-old daughter. Whenever she thought of Becky, a deep and possessive love flooded through her, a strange and almost tortuous aching that sometimes bothered the young mother by its smouldering intensity. Perhaps it was because she was so stubbornly determined to give her beautiful young daughter all the advantages which she herself had never enjoyed, in addition to all the love she was capable of giving. Or perhaps it had simply grown over the years as Jeff became more and more preoccupied with his flourishing business and less and less concerned with Alice's carnal needs. Perhaps it was merely a natural inclination to seek an alternate outlet for her passionate feelings ... Alice had always been an extrodinarily emotional person. Or maybe-it was simply a combination of all those factors, working together to form a stronger bond then any alone would have formed.
Nevertheless, the effect was still the same. Alice Thompson stood in the crowded train station where the hot air was thick with cigarette smoke and the aroma of sweating bodies and the thick, pungent vapor emanating from the trains themselves, waiting restlessly, impatiently, fidgeting with the strap of her purse, lighting one filtered cigarette after another, waiting for the imminent arrival of her beautiful, redheaded daughter.
God, it had been almost six weeks since Alice Thompson had last seen her daughter. That was when Becky had come home for Christmas vacation. It was a strange holiday season for the young widow, the first without the presence of her husband, the first without their usual elaborate Christmas Eve party, the first without their usual sumptuous holiday feast. If it wasn't for Becky, the young mother didn't know how she could have coped with it all. But, somehow, they had managed to have a fairly nice two weeks together. They had spent Christmas Eve and Christmas day with Peter Banks, the man who had been managing the stores for Alice since Jeff had died, the man who had more than once expressed a more than brotherly or business interest in the voluptuous young widow. Of course, Alice had always discouraged Peter's attentions. Not that he wasn't a handsome and appealing man ... but she felt that it was still too soon after Jeff's death to encourage another man. Even though there were so many nights when she so desperately needed one in bed beside her!
No, it was Becky now who received the full and undivided attention of the widowed young mother. They had spent every day of Becky's two-week vacation together, enjoying those familiar heart-to-heart, woman-to-woman talks that came so easily between them. Let them talk about generation gaps ... Alice Thompson felt none! She reveled in the perfect frankness with which her eighteen year-old daughter spoke to her about all of her college escapades and she enjoyed the honest and open communication with which she herself spoke as well. Yes, theirs was both an intimate and loving relationship, a rarity in this age of alienation and rebellion among the youth.
Alice recalled specifically the last day of Becky's vacation when they had gone down to the club for a game of tennis together. Ah, how she admired the tanned, youthful form of her beautiful daughter, her lithe, agile, graceful movements as she played, the way her long, straight red hair swung around her shoulders, the way her long, shapely legs carried her around the tennis court like a young gazelle! And then afterwards, in the shower, the young mother saw in her daughter a miniature reflection of herself, of her own youthful vigor and sensuality. Becky's pert face had the same high cheekbones, the same classically sculpted nose, the same infectious smile that had first attracted Jeff Thompson so may years ago to the young Alice. Moreover, Jeff had given his daughter his own pale, almost translucent skin which perfectly complimented her copper-red hair (which had come from Jeff's mother) and his own long, slender hands. Of course, Becky's breasts weren't as full and sumptuous as her mother's because they hadn't fully matured yet. Perhaps they would never be as ample as Alice's, but still they were lovely, little pear-shaped mounds which jutted provocatively from her chest and swayed seductively as she walked. Her buttocks, too, were smaller and tighter than her mother's, but still the softly resilient flesh undulated sensuously as she walked in perfect coordination with her satiny inner thighs and legs like a stalking young tigress.
They had talked long into the evening before Becky's departure, and a good deal of the conversation centered around a young senior she had been dating ... their conversations for the entire two weeks had been librally sprinkled with references to this dynamic young hero! The way Becky talked about this Bob Hampton, Alice suspected that he must be more like a god than a mere mortal man! Bob played tennis like a champion ... Bob played the guitar like an accomplished professional . . . Bob had been to Europe last summer . . . Boh was studying to be an engineer and had already been accepted at a very prestigious graduate school . . . Bob had taught her how to do the latest dances , . . Bob, in short, was as close to male human perfection as a man could come!
Alice's heart pounded in her chest at the very mention of his name, a quiver of anxiety running along her spine. Beckyftadn't said she was in love with him, not that he was in love with her. But the implication was clear enough. Alice had been tempted to caution her daughter, to warn her against going too far too soon with this paragon of masculinity, but she kept silent, fearing an inevitable alienation and misunderstanding if she acted too much like an over-protective mother. Still, in subtle ways, she tried to show her lovely young daughter the foolishness of abandoning her eduaction to tie herself down to one man, to show her that she still had many facets of life to experience and to enjoy before settling down. Becky laughed. She knew her mother well enough to dive beneath the vaguely comouflaged (but deep) concern of her mother and to reassure her that she entertained no thoughts of marriage! Not for a long time, anyway. Nor was Bob Hampton ready for such a drastic and binding step.
Alice Thompson sighed inwardly, desperate to believe that her daughter's reassurances were heartfelt and sincere. Besides, she suspected that sooner than later this girlish infatuation with a twenty-one year old college senior would die . . . probably as soon as he went away to graduate school! Many other boys had come and gone during Becky's high school years, and she felt that this one might very well go the way of all the others, into memory and oblivion, forgotten with youthful enthusiasm and great speed!
But Becky's letters from college had remained full of Bob Hampton, full of the things he had said, full, of the things they had done together, full of subtle, between-the-lines infatuation with him. And finally, that last letter. The one that had arrived only a week ago. The young mother had been so anxious to see her daughter again during the mid-semester break, so anxious to resume their warm and loving relationship if only for one mere week, so anxious to talk to her with all the intimate pleasure they had so often enjoyed before. And then that letter arrived, shattering her dream, shattering her hope of a private reunion with her lovely daughter. Tears had filled her eyes so that the words became blurred . . .Alice had read that last paragraph over two or three times that night as she sipped on the brandy she had poured to calm her nerves:
"... and Bob have decided that since Omaha, his hometown, is so far away that he'll come home with me for the week's semester break. Isn't that wonderful? At last you'll get a chance to meet him! I'm so excited! I hope it's ok if he stays with us, in the guestroom, since hotles are so expensive and we do have the extra room! I know you'll like him, Mom, I just know you will. And I think it might be nice for you to have a man around the house again, even if it's only for a week. We'll be arriving on the 4:40 train next Friday! I can hardly wait!"
The young mother's first reaction was disappointment. Oh, why couldn't she and Becky have this week alone together? Why did their reunion have to be spoiled by this young boyfriend of Becky's? Besides, what would the neighbors think ... a strange young man staying in the house with them for a whole week?
But after a couple of brandies and a few hours to contemplate this newest development, Alice Thompson began to grow more accustomed to the idea and more enthusiastic about the prospect of meeting her lovely daughter's latest flame. Indeed, she soon became glad that Bob Hampton was coming, welcoming the opportunity to examine his feelings and motives at firsthand. After all, he could turn out to be quite a nice boy. Undoubtedly he was handsome ... Becky had always shown a distinct preference for very good-looking young men and the young mother had no doubts that this one would be no exception. Maybe ... if he was indeed a nice boy ... if his affections for Becky seemed genuine and sincere ... perhaps, Alice considered thoughtfully, I could offer him a job in one of the stores for the summer! That way, I would have an even better opportunity to get to know him, to reassure myself that he does genuinely love my daughter.
Yes, having the boy around for the entire three month long summer vacation might not be a bad idea at that . . . if he turned out to be a nice boy, of course. "MOM!"
Alice Thompson whirled around, her purse nearly flyling from her outstretching arms, her pulse racing madly, her eyes beginning to tear already. Alice stood, smiling broadly, as she watched her slender, sensuous young daughter walking towards her beside the hissing train which had come to a creeping halt while the young mother had been lost in her revery.
"Oh Becky! I'm so glad to see you!" she cried, embracing the teenager who flung herself into her mother's waiting arMs. Yes, Becky was as beautiful, as warm and wonderful and effervescent as ever, the proud mother thought as she held her daugher close. Tears began to flow freely from her eyes now, so happy was she to once again embrace her lovely young daughter, to hear the melodic lilting ring of her voice and a lump of motherly devotion caught in her throat, choking her words of love and welcome. They hugged each other like that for several long minutes while a tall young man with wavy blond hair stood nearby, gripping a bright red suitcase in either hand.
Finally, the young girl broke away from her mother, looking fondly from the older woman to the young man who stood next to them, and said, "Mom, this is Bob Hampton. Bob, my mom!"
"Hello," the young mother said faintly, her voice still choked with emotion, she had seen him from the corner of her eye a minute ago as she had so warmly embraced her daughter, but now she took a closer and more critical look at this young man about whom she had heard so much over the past couple of months. He was a tall youth, his skin deeply bronzed, his hair waving in blond laps oyer his forehead, his hands large and powerful-looking as they gripped the two valises. Alice thought she could discern a distinct twinkle in his radiant blue eyes and she liked the way his nose sloped down over the charming flash of his smile. Perhaps he wasn't such a bad young sort after all. . .
Yes, he was every bit as good-looking as the young mother had expected he would be. He wore a short-sleeved shirt which revealed appealingly muscular, sun-tanned arms and his Levi's were tapered handsomely over his obviously well-developed thighs and legs. Oh, perhaps the pants were a little too tight there ... the bulge of his masculineity seemed to lurch out at her from beneath the tight stretch of fabric, sending a shiver of salacious sensation racing up her spine.
Then her gaze rested once more on his face. There was something about it . . . besides the handsomeness of his features ... besides the radiating warmth of his charming smile ... be- sides that peculiar little tilt of his eyebrows . . . no, there was something else which the young mother could not quite put her finger on . . . something which was very familiar and, at the same time, very disturbing to the voluptuous young woman.
Yes! That was it! It was that delicious little twinkle in his eye, the same provocative, mischievous glimmer that she had seen so often in Jeff when they were first married! The way this boy tilted his head and looked at her with that magical light dancing in his eyes ... it was so like Jeff as a young man! Becky, of course, wouldn't remember her father as a young man and so, undoubtedly, had not noticed this uncanny fesemblence between her late father and this Bob Hampton. But Alice noticed it. and was excited by it, just as she had been excited by it when Jeff first looked at her behind the cosmetics counter of the department store! A long-neglected area of her soul suddenly came to life and a strange, trembling chill ran through her heaving young breasts as she stared, nearly open-mouthed, at the handsome twenty-one year old who was her daughter's boyfriend, who would be staying for the next week in their house! "MOTHER? Mother? Is something the matter?" her daugher asked, touching her mother's arm gently.
"M-matter? No! No, of course not, darling. It's just that I'm so glad to see you, that's all," Alice replied, trying to hide the tremor in her voice.
"And I'm glad to see you, Mrs. Thompson," Bob smiled, dropping one of the suitcases to extend his hand. "I've heard so much about you from Becky."
Alice managed a weak smile in return and nodded her head, unable to speak through the knot in her throat. His remarkable resemblence in mannerism to her late husband had unbalanced her for a moment, her knees going weak beneath her, her small, delicate hands trembling as he took it in his own larger, stronger one. At the touch of his skin she felt another electric-like shock jolt her voluptuously contoured body ... she felt almost faint ...
"Mom? Mom, are you sure you're ok?" her daughter asked again, wrapping. her arm around her mother's body to support it.
"Y-yes, I'm fine," Alice lied, struggling desperately to regain her composure.
"Well, then, let's go home!"
"Y-yes. Let's go home. I've parked just outside."
Bob Hampton stooped to pick up the suitcase he had placed on the ground, then, walking alongside Becky, followed her mother through the crowded, noisy train station and out to the car. The late afternoon sun warmed his skin, the fresh air assailing his nostrils with a clean, fresh aroma. Yes, this was destined to be a fine, very enjoyable vacation. Already he felt a strange yet close affinity to Becky's beautiful young mother and he was sure that once they got to know each other, they would develop a warm and lasting fondness for one another.
Alice Thompson could still feel that odd churning deep in the pit of her stomach. Bob Hampton. Why did he provoke such unwholesome prurient thoughts in the young mother's mind? Why did he have to bear such a striking, almost eerie resemblence to her late husband? Time and time again the young mother's glance returned to Bob Hampton, to the young virility which seemed to ooze out of his every pore, to that mischievous and devilish twinkle in his eye. Just like her late husband Jeff, when he was a young man of twenty-one back when he had first made lbve to her like a lion gone wild, the hazy memory of those days, clouded by so many later ones when Jeff was too busy or too tired to repeat his first youthful performances, made Alice tingle inside, deep down in her belly and long-neglected vaginal opening, a sensual throb she hadn't felt since that terrible accident . . . and it bothered her. -Yes, the awareness of the boy's sexual attraction disturbed the older woman. She was undeniably aroused . . . aroused by her daughter's boyfriend!
She would certainly have to control herself for the next week ...
Chapter Two
Alice Thompson lay soaking in the warm soothing water of her bubble bath, the events of that fateful day swirling around in her mind like a whirlpool. That strange, odd tingling sensation deep in the pit of her stomach and deep in the moistening recesses of her sex-starved vagina had not ceased. In fact, at this very moment, just recalling the look of Bob Hampton, the virile young ripple of his muscles, the bronze tone of his well-tanned skin, the tight fit of his Levi's over his heavily bulging young cock, made the young mother shiver with a salacious and unwanted excitement.
Moreover, he had been a captivating and charming guest, offering to help with the dishes after supper, taking out the full trash can, insisting on making up his own bed in the guestroom. Indeed, all through dinner he had spoken poignantly and compellingly of his past and of his future, of the peaceful days in a rural suburb of Omaha as he grew to manhood, of the ambitious plans he had for his own future as an electrical engineer. Alice sensed in this boy the ni same drive and tenacity which had propelled Jeff (and herself!) to the degree of success that he had attained. And she liked that quality in a man.
The more time she spent with Bob Hampton, the more she came to not only like but admire him. He had a way of speaking that seemed to command attention and he was always very careful to chose just the right words to convey his meaning. Clearly, this young man had what Alice's mother liked to call "character", and he seemed impressive and persuasive beyond his years or experience. Indeed, his character was more like Jeff than his appearance and the young mother appreciated how difficult it must be for her daughter to refuse this man anything.
Just as she had been unable to refuse Jeff anything. True, she had been immensely attracted to him from the very first moment there in the department store nearly twenty years ago. But she hadn't wanted to seem too easy, too wiling, to the brash and enthusiastic young man. She had at first brought all her willpower to force to keep herself from submitting to his constant demands for a date. In the end, her willpower faded a lot sooner than she would have preferred . . . but after a few dates, she wasn't sorry. Alice quickly became infatuated with Jeff Thompson, with that elfish gleam in his eye, with his enthusiasm and ambition to make a great success of himself. He promised her that someday he would be an astounding success and that he would never cease to love her as ardently as he did then. Alice believed him . . . perhaps because she wanted to believe so very, very badly ...
Jeff Thompson had kept the first part of his promise. And, for a time, he kept the second part of his promise as well. That first night with him! Their wedding night! For weeks he had been begging her to let him go all the way, but Alice's virtuous upbringing had compelled her to refuse, even though the tingling sensations aroused by his expert caresses and exciting kisses were nearly driving her wild with an insane carnal desire. And so, that night, for all of his frustration, all of the weeks and months of longing for the silky smooth feel of her skin and the warm enveloping moisture of her naked vagina erupted like a hitherto dormant volcano!
How many times in the years which had passed had Alice Thompson recalled the delirious pleasure of that night with envy and longing! Howr many nights had she lain awake, waiting for Jeff to come home, wanting him madly, desperately, only to find him too tired or too preoccupied with his business affairs to be aroused by her rampant desire? And instead of having the hotly turgid length of his ramroding penis fucking deep up inside the clenching depths of her hungry cunt, Alice had instead the memory of that first glorious night of their marriage, the night that little Becky had been conceived in the howling, screaming, climaxing depths of her womanly womb!
How many times in the years since had the frustrated young mother relived that day? She could recall it clearly still. They had chosen a small resort hotel for their honeymoon and had been accomodated in the lavish honeymoon cottage which had been set aside for young newly weds precisely because it was the most isolated and insured the most privacy. To the young couple, it was like heaven, their own little cottage next to the sea.
They had been swimming all day, frolicking, laughing, splashing, romping like two children in the warm summer surf, all the time becoming more and more aroused by the near-nakedness of each other in their bathing suits. After a picnic lunch provided by the hotel, they had been necking on the beach. The heated, excited pressings of their bodies and lips had built their passions to an almost explosive level before the afternoon was half over! Alice could tell by Jeff's throbbing erection how aroused he had become. Ah, the way that cloth of his bathing suit seemed to give off waves of passionate desire and excitement! And then there was that tantalizing wet spot where his hardening penis was pressing its tip against his tight trunks! That salacious sight excited the young wife all the more and she could feel her gem-like nipples moving and growing taut against her bathing suit bra. God, she had held back her passions for so long ...
They had gone back to the cottage to change for dinner. But the newly wed young couple never did eat supper that night. Before either of them knew it, they were rolling on the soft mattress of the extra-large honeymoon double bed, lust consuming all other thoughts, all other feelings. Jeff kissed her again and again, all over her naked creamy skin , as his feverish hands unzipped her swim-suit. The precise order of events was still merely a fog of lust in Alice Thompson's mind, but she remembered arching her back to him, instinctively thrusting up to meet his desire-driven assault on her nakedness!
Alice squirmed uncomfortably in the bath now, her face wet with sweat, her vagina aching throbbingly the way it had that night so many years ago. Feverish with the erotic intensity of her memories, the young mother toweled herself dry and flopped down onto the softness of her bed, still entranced by her dream-like revery . . . it was as soft and comfortable as the bed of that little honeymoon cottage by the sea ...
The swim-suit was eagerly pushed away and down, over the nakedly glistening flesh of her arms and legs and the young bride felt a sudden rush of cool air bathing her fevered skin. Jeff's hand was suddenly squeezing madly and cupping the voluptuous nakedness of one of her exposed alabaster breasts, his lips at last leaving her mouth to suckle one quivering taut nipple with a hungry ardor. His other hand traveled like a brave explorer down along her flaring hips, trailing down through her moist pubic thatch of dark curls, down along the luscious lines of her long legs ...
"Oh Jeff!" the memory-tortured young mother cried out loud as the excitement of that night flooded once more through her nakedly trembling flesh. Yes, he had torn off his own restraining bathing trunks then so that they were both naked before one another for the very first time. Alice had gasped at the enormous throbbing length of his exposed manly shaft that jutted so threateningly from the dark pubic forest at his loins. Suddenly, he was on top of her, between her spreading young thighs, while her brain seethed with a previously unknown, nearly cataclysmic desire for him. The thought of having that thickly bloated shaft driving into her virginal vagina at once frightened and excited the young wife and although she called for him to slow down, to take it easy, she called weakly, half-heartedly, wanting nothing more really than to feel the massively swollen organ spearing into her, ripping through her hymen and filling her moist, pink-rimmed pussy to its fullest. Yes, she wanted her dashing, demonically aroused young husband to surge into her unexplored young belly, to slide through the hair-covered, lubricated valley and fill her with his rigidly pulsing instrument.
Suddenly, almost before the young virginal bride realized what was happening, he was there, his cock jerking inside her while great sweeping billows of pleasure swirled through her fevered loins.
Jeff heaved and pumped like a madman and his young wife bucked wildly back against him. Instinctively, driven wild by the frantic frenzy of her desire, Alice locked her legs around his churning buttocks and cried out for more. "Further!" "Deeper!" "Harder!" echoed now through her brain as she lay on the soft mattress of her bed, alone, vividly reliving her night of glorious rapture. She remembered crying out again and again as he fucked up into the hotly seething furnace of her cunt with his lust-thickened penis hotly stretching her lubricated vaginal walls with every pounding thrust.
Finally, with a wild, animal-like scream erupting from them both simultaneously, he had filled her hotly sucking young vagina with boiling, surging spurts of liquid fire, of his young and virile sperm in a boiling flood, a never-ending flow of his precious life-giving juices into her wildly welcoming pussy. Yes, it was indeed that night that Jeff had filled her womb with the tiny seeds of life, one of which reached its appointed destination so that nine months later ...
It was almost an hour later when Alice lay on her bed, naked, panting still from the vibrant memory of her glorious honeymoon night with Jeff some eighteen years ago. It was the same every time. The memory of it all seemed much too much to bear . . . and yet she could not live without it. Often she struggled to hide this life-like dream beneath other thoughts, other concerns, as she lay night after night, alone in the kingsize double bed Jeff had so proudly bought almost ten years ago. Her head tossed, now from side to side as if that violent thrashing could unleash her brain from its tortured recollections, a strange series of involuntary sensations bursting deep in her stomach and loins as she fought a losing battle against her own rampant sexual desires.
Alice didn't have to look down at her naked body to know that her sensitive pink nipples were hardening now, just as they had hardened that night. She knew, too, that her dark patch of pubic hair was moist from the droplets of lubrication which her mental images had triggered in her excited cunt. She was aroused. Just as aroused as she always became when she allowed herself to dwell on that night of mad and sublime fucking, and on the eighteen years of nights that followed, one growing lonelier than the last. Did it always happen that way? Was there no way to maintain the excitement and ardor of youth? She still felt the same carnal desires, still felt the same heated, shock-like sensations racing up between her legs, still felt the same intense and fervent desire ...
The young mother bit her lower lip, trying to stem the tide of sexual fury which lashed through her sex-starved vagina, up through her belly, up through her quivering breasts, resisting with every ounce of willpower she could gather, the overwhelming desire to touch herself. God, how she wanted to feel her tautly distended nipples rolling between her fingers! And how she wanted to slide her tremulous little hand down to her pussy, down among the soft curls and into the wet, pink lips of her hungrily waiting vagina! She cringed at the memory of how she had done just that so many times before, manipulating her little clitoris and her flowering cunt until her release exploded inside her trembling belly!
"Oh, I know it's wrong," the feverishly tortured young mother cried aloud. "Oh Jeff! God, how I need you!"
Once again her mind delved back to the early nights of their marriage when Jeff would lie on top of her, naked and virile, his breath hot in her ear, his turgidly throbbing cock just inside the warmly stretched lips of her vaginal mouth. She would grind her cunt harder up towards him, hungry for more of his long hot cock inside of her, her inner thigh and buttocks muscles distinctly visible as her warmly welcoming pussy swallowed more and more of his blood-pressured penis, her cunt walls flaring wide so she could take more and more of his great length all the wav inside of her!
"Oh God, Jeff!" she cried aloud now as the feverish intensity of her desire overwhelmed her conscience. Her frantic fingers began now to caress her voluptuously jutting breasts, rolling the bud-like nipples between her thumb and forefinger, and the aroused young mother felt them grow even more rigid under her tender touch. Suddenly, her hands began to assume a tempestuous urgency, fired by the burning throbbing in her loins and the moist juices that seethed down between her pulsing pussy lips.
His voice rang through her lust-clouded memory as clearly as if he lay on the bed beside her. "Oh Alice! God, it feels so good! So good inside you!" The lust-devoured young mother could almost feel his body full upon hers again, feel his nakedness pressing her sumptuous breasts flat and crushing her quivering nakedness beneath him as his massively thick cock soared up into her sizzling vaginal furnace. "Oooohhh! I'm going to cum!" he would cry. The raven-haired young mother's hands worked unconsciously now at the swelling mounds of her breasts and she could feel the growing arousal building and building in her undulating loins and quivering belly towards that final and ecstatic explosion of orgasm Her other hand now moved to her spreading thighs, the creamy skin there already glistening with the excited secretions of her raging and furious desire. Gently she fingered her softly writhing flesh, letting her fingers explore the darkly forested territory of her pubic mound until at last they discovered her lust-tingling vaginal lips. A lightning-like bolt of pleasure stabbed through her trembling nakedness as her hips instinctively raised to meet the invading pressure of her anxious fingers.
"Oh Jeff! Ooooohhhh," the helplessly aroused young mother cried as her outstretched finger touched the tremulous bud of her sensitive clitoris. She began to moan wildly, shamelessly now, rocking her naked body on the softness of the mattress with the rising pleasure of her soon-to-be-released sexual tidal wave. Faster and faster her hand rubbed at the seething flesh of her pinkly glistening cunt, one finger slipping inside to act as an imitation little cock.
Alice could hardly control the magnitude of her lust-raging desires as her middle finger slid along the wet, softly protuberant mark of her womanhood, teasing her already quivering clitoris by running a nail around the erect, throbbing little feminine phallus. She cried aloud again then as wave after wave of all-consuming pleasure crashed through her nakedly thrashing body. "Oh God! Oh Jeff!"
Utterly lost now to the devouring passions which had captured her in their vice-like grip, Alice Thompson dropped her left hand from her tremulous breasts and insinuated first one, then two, and finally three fingers into the open, moistly lubricated vaginal chamber between her satiny, spasming thighs. In and out . . . in and out . . . again and again those invading fingers pumped into her wildly sucking cunt in a lewd imitation of those first nights with Jeff Thompson, those madly passionate nights of unrestrained bliss. Madly, Alice strained her naked body towards the cumming she so fervently needed, crying out all the while the cherished name of her late husband, her hands rubbing desperately over her widespread pussy in imitation intercourse! She was finger fucking herself crazy!
"Jeff . . . make me cum . . . almost there . . . make me cum," she moaned insanely as the first waves of that divine release shattered every nerve-ending in her body. The whole earth seemed to open up beneath her, the ground shaking with the intense tremors of a violent earthquake, and pinwheels of light flashed like shooting stars in the back of her mind. The crazily bewitched young mother strained and stretched her limbs upward, her body arching in a mind-rippling spasm of completion, grasping her cunt with both hands . . .squeezing . . . rubbing ... clawing ... "Aaaaarrrrunuuuugh!" And then it was over. Drained and exhausted, bathing in the sweat of her own naked body, the satiated young mother lay panting on the bed. She had succumbed again. Succumbed as mindlessly and as helplessly as she had so many times before on so many lonely nights. Maybe she should accept the, attentions of Peter Banks . . . anything would be better than this constant, forbidden act. of selfish sexuality.
Blindly, the young mother slid down between the cool, soft sheets and curled her body into a foetal position. Her limbs still trembled violently. A tingling sensation still tickled the depths of her belly and loins. A wild confusion swept through her lust-fevered mind and a shameful revulsion convulsed her conscience. Yes, maybe it would be better if she encouraged Peter Banks in his obvious attentions to her. It was clear that she needed a man, and needed one desperately. These guilty, lonely night adventures simply couldn't go on. It wasn't healthy. Or right. It only marked the moral degradation of her own uncontrollable sexual desires. Better, much better, to release those desires via a natural outlet. Like Peter Banks.
Alice Thompson stared blindly up towards the darkened ceiling of her luxuriously appointed bedroom, willing herself to relax her still spasming muscles. But it was no use. She couldn't stop trembling. And she certainly wouldn't be able to sleep, not Tor a long while yet.
Maybe a drink would help. Maybe a nice stiff shot of brandy would soothe her frayed and shattered nerves. Yes, some brandy . . .
Alice slithered out of bed, realizing at once that she would have to get hold of herself, to steady herself, to calm down before she attempted to negotiate the stairs. At last her small feet touched the thick soft carpet. She reached to the end of the bed for her thin, powder-blue negligee, with its lovely pink bow that tied just below her heaving breasts to give the gown an Empire look. Tying that bow, seh tried to control the terrible trembling of her fingers. Yes, a drink. A good shot of brandy would do wonders to calm her down, help her get to sleep.
Silently, Alice crept along the hallway to the head of the stairs. For a moment she was tempted to look in on her sleeping daughter, just to make sure she was all right. But she discarded that idea immediately. After all, Becky wasn't a child any more. Quite the contrary, her form was that of a voluptuous and sensuous young girl, one on the verge of ripening into a magnificently proportioned woman. No, she would simply go downstairs and pour herself that much-needed drink. No reason to disturb Becky.
As she entered the living room, the young mother heard a strange murmuring of voices coming from . . . the guest room? No, that would be impossible. Surely Bob must be asleep by now ... they had all gone off to bed hours ago! Those same sounds, however, assaulted her ears again. She stopped, straining to listen.
Again, she couldn't help but hear those muted sighs and moans coming distinctly from the direction of the guest bedroom. She took a few steps . . . then paused, puzzled, listening intently. Yes, they were voices all right. Oddly groaning voices, slightly distorted whisperings and mewlings and whimperings ...
Perplexed and curious, Alice took a few steps down the hallway until those sultry voices began to become clearer and clearer. Becky! That was Becky's voice! And the other was Bob's! Alice's hand flew to her open mouth, her body stiffened and she stifled a horrified shriek of shock. She felt a great choking lump in her throat and her eyes began to stream hot tears down her flushed cheeks. My God! she screamed mentally as she recoiled back against the hallway wall to support her suddenly weakly sagging body.
It was then that those incredible, unbelievable words crashed into her ears like explosive thunderclaps. It was Becky's voice.
"Oh God, yes! Oh God, fuck meeeeeeeee! Oooooohhhh! It's so . . . goooooooood! Ooo-oooohhhhhh! So . . . wonderful . . . inside me . . . filling me all the way up . . . yeeeeessss . . . fuck meeeeeeee!"
The young mother's mouth suddenly went dry, as if filled with cotton, and a choking gulp caught near the back of her throat. Breathing became difficult. Thinking became difficult. Standing there, propped up against the wall, Alice felt a compelling desire to run away, to escape from the incredible and vile words which had suddenly invaded the sanctuary of her home. But her legs simply wouldn't ... or couldn't . . . move in response to her will.
"Aaaarruuugh! Oooohhhh, Beckyyyyyl" came the panting, love-hoarse voice of Bob Hampton. "Yeeesss, pump against my cock! Wrap your wonderful . . . cunt ... all around it! Aaaauuuugh!"
Alice slouched further down the hallway towards the room where all of these wildly impossible sounds came from. Torturously, as if every inch contained greater and greater dangers, the young mother slid against the wall towards those not-to-be-believed sounds of outrageous love-making. Certainly Alice Thompson knew that her daughter was eighteen years old; she knew that sooner or later Becky would become physically involved with young men. But why so soon? Having always thought of her darling daughter as both virginal and innocent, the young mother was now in a stupor of disbelief at the unmistakably, wantonly sexual cries coming from that previously inexperienced young girl!
"Oooohhhhh! Aaaarrruuugh! Love . . . your . . . cock," Becky's voice groaned into the stillness of the night, "Eeeeeee . . . yeeesss . . . fuck meeeeee . . . ooooohhhhh!"
Alice could feel the sweat fairly pouring out of her body, flowing in rivulets over her skin beneath her negligee, flowing over her heaving chest, her flat little belly, her downy moss of dark pubic curls. Vaguely, the young mother was aware of a peculiar tingling sensation inher pussy and then for a moment she felt dizzy and faint. Excitement? Could she possibly become aroused by the clearly sexual sounds coming from that guestroom, those moanings and groanings that were so much like the carnal calls she and Jeff once cried together?
As Alice slouched down by the door, which was slightly ajar, a fog of lust descended over her mind, a cloud of frustration and loneliness and her mind delved back once more to the long nights of glorious love-making she used to enjoy with Jeff when they were first married. Soon, in her mind, she was exchanging places with her daughter: it was she in that room being so magnificently fucked not by Bob Hampton but by Jeff! The passion climbed steadily in the young mother's loins, building faster and faster into a tornado that threatened to destroy her safe little home and her repressed sexuality.
Her mind boiling with emotions, the young mother felt drawn as if by a magnet to that room. In her imagination, she was in that room with her husband Jeff and everything whih happened in there was happening to her, just like it did eighteen years ago. Alice pushed the door a little further open. Her eyes were greeted by a beam of bright moonlight which splashed across the bed, across the faces and bodies of the helplessly entwined young couple, giving their nakedness an almost eerie glow. She didn't see the large mahogany desk, nor the bookshelves, nor the little nightstand which stood beside the sofa-bed. All she saw, as she stared wide-eyed and incredulous, was the writhing, crashing couple on the bed in the midst of a carnal, lewd sexual performance. Oh God, she visualized herself and her husband there. . . Alice and Jeff . . . making love together . . . her mouth flew open and her breath began to come in ragged spurts . . . Jeff with his massively thick cock fucking into Alice's hungrily gulping vagina ...
Vaguely, Alice was aware of the juices of her own raging desire seeping from her fevered vagina. Pulsing sensations of lust-hunger spiraled through her seething cunt and a salacious tingling traveled through her ample, quivering breasts as she slid, her back against the doorframe, down to the thickly carpeted floor. Her mind whirled, her limbs trembled vibrantly . . . Jeff and Alice . . . Jeff and Alice . . . fucking ... his cock filling her belly to overflowing . . . her greedy vagina sucking voraciously to milk him completely dry . . .
Becky and Bob, of course, rapt as they were in the ecstasy of their passion, were completely unaware of the panting mother whose eyes were glued to their every lewd move. Becky, her youthful, perfectly formed body completely naked, lay on her back with her long young legs raised high in the air, her ankles and feet spread wide as if straining to touch the ceiling. Bob Hampton, his nakedly rugged body glistening with the sweat of his labors, rode astride her like a bronco-buster, his firm, hard buttocks charging powerfully up between her welcoming-ly open thighs in a pounding rhythm while his hungry lips remained fastened on one of the young girl's sensuous breasts. The soft slap of their naked bodies filled their ears along with the wet surge of Bob's hard, shining- cock as it penetrated deep into Becky's hungrily clasping cunt. Their face then were aglow with the ecstatic expressions of sheer and unabashed delight that Alice so well remembered as the two young naked bodies bucked and heaved and flexed and jerked madly together. One of Becky's slim hands was pressed hard against Bob's muscular, hard-driving buttocks, down in the dark crevice between his ass-cheeks, and her finger slowly revolved inside his arched, clearly visible anus, following the salacious tempo of his strokes by fingerfucking his rectum in return.
Alice began to feel dizzy and faint again. Leaning her head back against the doorframe, she tried desperately to bring some coherency to her swirling, whirling mind. Alice and Jeff. . . Alice and Jeff. . . making glorious love together. . . filling each other with ecstasy and cumming together . . . Alice and Jeff. . .
The young mother watched in panting fascination as that pistoning rod of hard male flesh stormed again and again into hte greedily clenching cunt of her darling young daughter. New words of wantonly abandoned lust crashed once again into her disbelieving ears, Becky's voice calling to her young stud: "Ooooohhhh! I want . . . your cum . . . your cum deep inside me . . . and I want you ... to make me cume, too . . . oooohhhhh!"
Alice watched, mesmerized by the young man's gleaming expanse of penis which throbbed lasciviously in the light on each outstroke . . . and it was just like Jeff's penis ... her lewdly squirming young daughter seemed to be entranced by the rigid palpitating rod of masculine flesh . . . just as she had been by Jeff's turgidly throbbing shaft . . . In Alice's lust-weakened state, it was really Jeff in there, driving his blood-pressured penis into her vagina, and it was she lying beneath the crushing weight of his nakedly thrashing body ...
Bob fucked fiercely now into the young girl's wide-splayed young cunt mouth, his lips still fastened on the ruby-like bud of her taut little nipple, which was so hard it seemed like it would burst. The sight of her daughter, of herself, being fucked with wild and enthusiastic abandon tore away what little remained of the young mother's rational being, her mind drugged by the heat and fire of her own remembered encounters with her late husband so long ago. She hardly knew what she was doing as her right hand slid down along her slippery, trembling body, across her pulsing stomach to rest on the raven-colored curls of her lust-moistened pussy.
Passion swam through her loins like a whirling undercurrent as her other hand pressed against the ample mound of her tremulous breast. A low gasp escaped from her lust-clogged throat as her thumb and forefinger gently rolled the diamond-like little nipple around and around. A dim voice in the back of her mind begged her to stop her self-ministrations, warned her that once a night was enough, but her lust overpowered that vague voice and her own mewlings drowned out her conscience.
Rocking her hips against the rubbing of her probing fingers, Alice Thompson once more heard that strange voice, the voice which sounded like her daughter but which also sounded like her own lust-aroused voice of eighteen years ago. "Faster! Harder! Oooohh! I'm going to cum! I'm . . . almost . . . there!"
"Aaaarruuugh! Me . . . too!" came the voice of Bob Hampton in response, sounding to the panting, straining young mother like the voice of her lost husband.
"Oh . . . Jeff!" Alice whimpered as her hands continued their erotic caressing of her erogenous zone and heaving breasts. Want to cum . . . have to cum . . . Jeff, make me cum . . . her crazed mind chanted insanely as she heard the climaxing cries of sheer rapture flying through the night air in that guestroom. Wild, frenzied, madly thrashing bodies arched in the air, visible spasms convulsing through their limbs, the young man emptying his pulsing testicles, flooding the young girl's greedily sucking cunt with their scalding white semen. Mesmerized by the carnal climax before her eyes, dreaming that it was really her climax, the young mother crazily inserted two outstretched fingers into the moistly seeping mouth of her vagina as if they were a grinding cock.
Alice gazed through lust-clouded eyes at the stream of sticky white ejaculation running down between the girl's wide-split buttocks and it was as if those tremulous globes were her own, dampened by the juices of her husband's life-giving sperm. Suddenly, her own body shook and trembled as if struck by a violent earthquake and the lovely young mother strained and stretched every inch of her body as the wave of convulsive, orgasmic pleasure swept through her voluptuous young body.
Yes, Jeff. . . yes, I'm cumming . . . cumming . . . cumming ... the bewitched young mother cried in her mind as the final explosion ripped through every nerve-fiber of her hotly quivering body.
"Ummmm, that was so good," her daughter murmured and she repeated that pleased, satisfied chant in her own mind. Yes, Jeff, that was good . . . so good . . . so good...
"Oh, Bob, you're the best!"
Bob? Suddenly, reality came crashing down on the panting young mother as she sat, exhausted and satisfied once again, by the door of the guestroom. Bob! Bob and Becky! Her own innocent young eighteen year old daughter had just been fucked, fucked and satisfied, and she had enjoyed it! It was as if the carefully molded world Alice had created over all those years had suddenly shattered into thousands of tiny fragments which could never be put back together again, as if all that she had ever achieved had suddenly gone up in a forest-fire of obscene lust! Her whole being whirled with shock, with abject dismay, with incredulous disbelief. She stared uncomprehendingly at the naked young couple now entwined in each other's arms there on the open sofa-bed.
Alice Thompson suddenly sprang to her feet, turned, and fled. Back in the safe sanctuary of her own bedroom, she threw herself down onto the soft sheets and cried.
Becky Thompson lay in bed the following morning, a large smile radiating from her face, thinking about the dance at the Club that night which she and Bob intended to attend. It would be nice to see all of her old high school friends again, although, Becky felt strongly, she had probably outgrown them all by now. After all, she had been away at college for six whole months, completely on her own with no restrictions and no parents. Most of her friends had stayed at home after graduation, either working or attending a local college. But she, Becky Thompson, had achieved a degree of independence which would certainly be the envy of all of her former classmates.
And they would envy her, as well, because she had found such an intelligent and attractive young man. Little would her friends know about all the secrets and wonders of the flesh which Bob had so patiently taught her, bringing her an intimate knowleddge of her body and its workings. Yes, she and her "teacher" had blended their genitals and mouths in every possible variation and combination ... and at every opportunity! His enormous, granite-hard penis thrilled her to insanity as he would arch over her, ready to plunge that pulsing pole of manhood into her inexperienced but welcoming young pussy! Lovingly, she often caressed it in return, running her hotly anxious hands up and down the firm man-flesh, masturbating him until he would cry and groan and shoot great hot spurts of scalding semen into both of them. And then, of course, there were other times when they experimented with other techniques and sexual adventures, adding fuel to her already raging passion for him.
Of course, they talked too. It wasn't as if their relationship was a purely physical one. Often, before and after their love-making exploits, they would speak frankly about love and sex, about the future and the past. She had revealed her innermost soul to him and, she felt, he had done the same to her so that the young girl had been reassured of his sincere feelings for her. Naturally, it was possible ... although not likely ... that she was making a mistake, that he didn't really care for her as much as she cared for him. But, even so, she felt that her relationship with him was a satisfying one and she was grateful for all that he had so patiently and laboriously taught her about sex and its magical wonders. And every new technique which he taught her only increased the fiery passion she felt for this handsome twenty-one year old young man.
Becky knew that sooner or later she would have to have a good talk with her mother, an intimate woman-to-woman chat like the ones they had so often enjoyed before. The young girl knew, of course, that she was lucky to have such an understanding and loving mother with whom she could talk intimately, lucky that there was no great gulf between the generations like so many of her girlfriends at college struggled through. Yes, she would certainly tell her mother all about Bob, about all the magnificent and magical things she had learned about sex from him, about the strong and fiery passion she felt for him . . . and Mom would understand, surely, if it was put to her in a tactful, sensitive way.
But that would have to wait. Already the young girl had overslept and would have to hurry if she was going to be on time for her appointment at the beauty salon. After all, she wanted to look especially perfect tonight, walking in to the dance on the arm of such a handsome young man, making all her friends turn red with envy!
Excitedly, Becky slid out of bed ... no time even for a shower! She'd simply have to dress and run! Opening the bureau drawer, she retrieved a clean pair of panties, pulling them over the long columns of her legs, until the smooth round cheeks of her globular young buttocks and the soft, still tingling wet mound of her precious vagina were snugly encased in the thin nylon briefs. Pulling on her brassiere, she arched her back to reach around and snap it closed, her breasts reflecting in the mirror as if swelling and straining against the confining fabric, as if objecting to being so restrained. Becky laughed. She didn't feel the slightest pang of remorse about last night ... quite the contrary, she felt immensely and completely satisfied! So what if it was her mother's house? Mom would know all about Becky and Bob soon enough! And then the young girl wouldn't have to sneak down to his room ...
Becky selected a powder-blue, frilly and low-cut blouse and a matching mini-skirt, turning to admire her appearance in the full-length mirror near her bed. She saw that her short skirt clung provocatively to her buttocks ... just the way Bob liked! ... and revealed just the right amount of creamy tanned thigh flesh! Bob had always liked her to dress as seductively and provocatively as possible because, he said, it excited him to practically be able to see her cunt each time she walked! Well, Bob would probably not be up yet . . . but then, when she came home, he would smile appreciatively at her outfit as he usually did!
"I'll just go down to the kitchen for a quick glass of orange juice before I go," Becky said out loud, closing the door of her bedroom behind her. She walked quickly down the stairs and nearly flew into the sunlit kitchen.
Her mother sat, dressed in her lovely lacy negligee and matching robe, hunched over the kitchen table, staring moodily into a cup of steaming black coffee. She seemed not to have heard her young daughter's entrance. Indeed, she seemed somehow absorbed in a world all her own, a dark and brooding world which Becky had never seen reflected in that lovely, charming face before in all of her eighteen years, not even after her father had died.
"Mom? Is anything wrong?" she asked quietly, fearful of disturbing her mother's dark dreamy state.
Alice turned abruptly. For a moment, it looked as if she didn't recognize her own daughter so enveloped was she in her own thoughts! Then, she flashed a brief but weak smile at her sensuous young daughter. "Good-morning, Becky, darling. No, nothing's wrong. I was just . . . thinking."
"Mom, you sound so . . . strange. Are you sure nothing is wrong?" Becky asked, walking over to place her hand tenderly on her mother's shoulder.
"N-no. Nothing's wrong. It's just that . . . well, I didn't sleep very well last night, I guess," her mother answered absently and weakly. Didn't sleep very well? Did mother hear us last night? No . . . impossible . . . she was upstairs ...
"Are'you feeling ok, Mom? Can I get you something?"
"No . . . I'm feeling . . . ok . . . it's just that ..." But Alice couldn't continue. The young mother wanted desperately to talk about what she had seen and heard the night before, wanted to be told that Bob really loved Becky and that she really loved him, that their affair wasn't simply a matter of lust-incited desires. She wanted to be told that-Becky had taken the proper precautions, that she knew what she was doing, that she had seen a doctor and was taking The Pill. She wanted some avowel from her lovely young daughter that the almost obscene hedonism of last night was more than just the gratification of the physical, carnal desires taht every man and woman feels.
In short, she wanted to know that Bob and Becky were sincerely and truly "in love", that their affections were genuine and heartfelt, that Bob was not merely playing with the young girl's affections to satisfy his own carnal appetites. If only their relationship could be bonded by some form of legitimacy, however tenuous it might be. God, if only she could have the assurance that her daughter was still a good girl at heart and not simply a brazen, bold little hussy . . .
But the questions stuck in the young mother's throat. She simply couldn't bring herself to utter the requisite words. She took a long sip of the steaming black liquid in the cup before her and sighed, resigned to wait until later, until they could have a more lengthy discussion. Becky would have to leave almost immediately if she was going to be on time for her appointment.
"... nevermind, it's nothing, really," the young mother sighed, taking a deep breath, trying to smile however weakly to reassure her daughter. "You run along now or else you'll be late."
"But Mom ..."
No, go on, darling. You'll be late if you don't hurry."
"Well . . . ok," Becky replied, not certain taht she was indeed doing the right thing by running off and leaving her mother in such an obviously disturbed state. "I won't be home till after lunch probably ... I'd like to do a little shopping. Is that ok?"
"Certainly, darling. That's fine," her mother answered in a low and tremulous voice.
"Well . . . bye, Mom," Becky said, turning to leave. "Oh, if Bob wants to meet me downtown, can you give him directions to the beauty salon? I don't think he will, though. I suspect he'd rather stay and simply relax by the pool."
Alice visibly stiffened at the mention of Bob Hampton. With a voice as even as she could managed, she responded, "Certainly, darling. Now, go along. The car keys are on the hook by the back door. I'll see you later."
As Becky climbed into the Chevrolet Impala, her mind went back to her mother. What was she so upset about? Could she possibly have seen . . . last night . . . ? No, she would have said something . . . perhaps she's just a bit disconcerted by Bob, by having a man around the house again . . . maybe it just reminds her of Daddy and she's feeling a little nostalgic or something ... Yes, that must be it . . .
Chapter Three
Bob Hampton tossed restlessly for a few moments under the cool, soft sheets, then finally open his eyes, Through the partially open curtain he could see cloudless blue sky and a thick foliage of sun-splashed green leaves. Yes, it had been a fine night and it was going to be a better day! Lazily, he rolled over the bury his handsome face once more in the pillow, then abruptly leaped out of bed and moved sleepily, slowly, towards the window. Throwing open the brown striped drapes, he stood for a long moment, naked to the new day, admiring the thick growth of threes surrounding the house and the way the sunlight played through the translucent leaves. One day he would have enough money to buy a house as nice as this one ...
He took a leisurely shower, debating whether to meet Becky downtown. He could have lunch with her there . . . accompany her while she did some shopping ... or he could simply stay here. Yes, he would stay here. It was much too nice a day to spend on crowded city streets. Much better to simply pass the time enjoying the sun and the swimming pool. He needed relaxation, anyway, after the grueling ordeal of final exams which he had completed only a few days before. After all, this was supposed to be a vacation, wasn't it? And then, when Becky came back this afternoon, they could sneak off to his room again ...
Eagerly, the young man slipped on a pair of denim bathing trunks which were modeled to look like cut-off-blue jeans and strolled upstairs and out to the swimming pool. A nice swim before breakfast would be fun, invigorating, a perfect way to start such a beautiful day. He stood by the sparkling blue water for several long moments, reveling in the cool appeal of it. Then, suddenly, the young man slipped his bathing trunks down over his long muscular legs, felt the warmth of the sun burning into his already tanned skin, and dove headlong into the shimmering clear water.
Alice Thompson seemed to pass the hour after her daughter left without moving. Her lovely young face rested on her hands which were supported by her elbows, and she stared blankly at a vague point in space in front of her. She brooded, in a grey mire of emotions and regrets.
Perhaps she should have asked Becky to stay and talk. Maybe it would have been better to get it all out at once, to communicate her fears and frustrations and the terrible episode which she had inadvertently stumbled upon last night. As it was, she felt isolated and fragmented, as if she was about to burst into a thousand brittle pieces like breaking glass. The empty, gnawing feeling in the pit of her stomach seemed to devour all of her energy and clear-sightedness, like a giant oil spill covering the once clear waters of an inland bay.
Did Bob Hampton really love her daughter? Or was he simply playing a role, saying the words that she wanted to hear from him? Was he simply a lewd, rutting animal, or a man sincerely in love with her lovely sensuous daughter? And what about Becky? If it wasn't Bob Hampton, would it be somebody else, someone she wanted only for the physical pleasure he could bring to her inexperienced young loins? If Alice insisted that Becky and Bob no longer see each other, would the girl then find someone to replace him ... simply to spite her interfering mother?
And what about herself? The distraught young mother could not deny the fact that the salacious sight of Bob's thick, long penis had excited her last night. Perhaps if she hadn't been so lonely for so long, if she had another man, perhaps then she wouldn't have allowed her passions to run away with her. But the boy was so like Jeff when he, too, was twenty-one! That unequivocal youthful enthusiasm, that brash confidence in the future, the way he tilted his head, that mischievous twinkle in his eye! How would she be able to control her leaping lust, already on the verge of being uncontrollable, if Bob Hampton lived under her own roof for an entire week?
Maybe she could persuade him to leave! Yes, that was it . . . somehow manage to convince him to go. But how? Perhaps ... if the dismayed young mother revealed the truth about last night, confronted him with his transgressions, threatened him with exposure to the police or something ... he would be gone by the time Becky came home today! Of course, Alice would have to devise some sort of explanation for Becky, but, she was confident, her daughter would understand the error of her ways and would woon get over her lust-provoked infatuation with the admittedly handsome young man.
Splash! The sound coming from-outside abruptly disturbed her flying, racing thoughts, nearly causing her to spill her cup of now-cold coffee. Dashing to the window, she caught a momentary flash, a split-second glimpse of a lithe, bronzed and naked body diving into the undisturbed blue-hued water of the swimming pool. As she watched, he swam from one end of the pool to the other, slipped out onto the poolside concrete, paused briefly, then dove back in.
His nakedness! the way the sun seemed to sparkle on his wetly glistening young body! The strong, muscular contours of his athletic thighs and tight little buttocks excited the quivering young mother, but what really aroused her tremulous desire was the sight of his long, pendulous penis when he had turned briefly towards the house! Nervously, restlessly, the young mother grabbed for a nearby package of cigarettes and with trembling fingers removed and lit one, taking a long, deep inhalation of the acrid smoke. She could feel her resolve of a few moments ago likewise going up in smoke.
Her hazel eyes were locked onto him like magnets, attached to each muscle in his strong young body, as he swam with lithe and graceful strokes in the cool pool water. She swallowed heavily, her tongue strangely thick in her dry mouth. A teary blur came over her eyes and she had difficulty focusing them now on the eagerly swimming naked figure. She leaned dizzily against the kitchen counter, put the cigarette to her mouth with violently trembling fingers, and tried to soothe herself with another long drag, but it was no use.
How could she become so excited by Bob Hampton when she was practically old enough to be his mother?
Bob, unaware of his audience, pulled himself out of the pool once again. And again the water glinted off the water beads on his skin like a thousand sparkling geMs. He padded, dripping, muscles rippling, penis hanging provocatively, to the low diving board at the far end of the pool. His copper skin, his thick, broad chest with its sparse growth of hair, seemed to radiate youth and virility, confidence and power, as he stepped onto the diving board. There he paused for a moment, poised himself on the edge, then turned and walked back to the end in preparation for a running dive.
Alice's eyes were locked on that swinging rod of dangling man-flesh, mesmerized by its implicit promise of potency and pleasure. God, that boy is built! she said to herself with awed admiration as she watched his moving figure through her tear-clouded eyes. Suddenly, an image of that penis, long and hard and pulsing, flashing into her mind. That throbbing length of flesh sunk deep down in her daughter's widestretched little vagina the night before. Then, as if whipped back to reality, the young mother flushed at the prurience of her reflections and averted her gaze just as the young man executed a graceful dive off the board and his lithe, naked body slipped smoothly through the surface of the water.
Squeezing her eyes shut, the young mother remonstrated herself. Why couldn't she keep her mind off sex, damn it? Why was that boy always able to arouse such intense, restless, excited urgings down in the deepest recesses of her lonely loins? Why did these lust-oriented feelings which she neither understood nor wanted seem to be able to invade her mind to the point where she simply couldn't think of anything else? That terrible gnawing hunger in her belly simply wouldn't go away, no matter how hard she tried with all her willpower to dislodge it!
With out obeying a conscious, rational command, but rather an inner, prurient onw, Alice Thompson stubbed out her half-smoked cigarette and dashed outside to the swimming pool, her flimsy robe flying open to reveal the peek-a-boo material of her thin blue negligee, she saw him standing at the far end of the pool, dripping and naked, with is back to her. The aroused young mother breathed faster and faster, excited and tormented at the same time, wanting him and yet not wanting him, as her daughter's boyfriend slowly pivoted slightly to reveal his pendulous young balls and temptingly long penis to her lust-fogged gaze.
Alice stared transfixed. His eyes showed surprise as did his cock, which slowly began to grow stronger, reddish, engorging with blood, rising slowly towards its fully erected length. At first his lips did not move. Then his lips slowly began to curve into a smile as his eyes feasted on the scantily clad, wide-eyed figure before him.
"You've been watching me, Mrs. Thompson," he said calmly, his hands resting almost demandingly on his slender young hips nakedly glistening with water.
"I . . . I . . . Bob, please put on your bathing trunks," the weak-voiced young mother managed to stammer. "I-it looks . . . the neighbors . . . put them on, Bob."
"Why? Don't I have a nice body?" he - answered mockingly, laughing at her perturbed state.
"V-very nice . . . but ... it isn't right . . . please, put on your trunks right now!"
Bob Hampton, however, enjoyed his new-found power over this voluptuous older woman and wanted to make the most out of it. With a teasing, mocking tone in his voice he responded,"But it's such a nice day! And the sun feels so good! You don't really want me to cover up, do you? After all, it must have been quite a while now since you've seen a naked man . . . enjoy it for a little while!"
Suddenly, the young mother turned away and sunk to her knees on the soft cover of grass beside the pool. Tears brimmed in her eyes then spilled down over her high-boned cheeks and dropped onto the sheer material of her negligee. He was right! She didn't want him to cover up his magnificant nakedness! She wanted to see his rapidly rising cock, feast her eyes on its glorious promise, study every masculine, powerful inch of his six-foot frame and touch the manly ripples of his muscles! She knew, somehow, that she really shouldn't be crying, that she shouldn't be displaying her own weakness to this virile young man who was obviously becoming more and more excited. But she couldn't help herself, she simply couldn't hold back the flood of her emotions any longer.
Dimly, as if through a thich fog, she was aware that Bob was moving towards her, that his hand was resting lightly on her shoulder. Soon he was sitting on the soft grass beside her, his hand and arm now wrapped around her shoulder as her body shuddered with her racking sobs. She smelled the warm manly scent of him ... he even smelled like Jeff! She allowed her head to drop to his shoulder and her eyes focused through her tears on his rapidly engorging penis and cum-filling balls, she cried deeply, despairingly, hopelessly as he cradled her tenderly in his arms.
Bob Hampton's mind raced. Becky wouldn't be back until after lunch . . . there was plenty of time . . . God, this woman was really very well put together! She was much like Becky, only more fully developed, more voluptuously enticing, more magnetically attractive. The blood in his cock was throbbing like crazy. God, this was something he hadn't expected in a million years ... to fuck his own girlfriend's mother! But it was a temptation much too alluring to resist. He had only made love to an older woman once before . . . but that had been one of the most exquisite experiences of his young life! Now, he had the chance again and he'd be a blind fool to pass it up!
He felt the warm, resilient flesh of Becky's mother tight against his naked body, felt her trembling body beneath his warmly encircling arm. His balls began to ache madly with the sublime anticipation of what he was about to do with this glamorous thirty-six year-old woman.
He felt the hot cum churning in his balls, demanding release, demanding a mind-shattering explosion into the deepest recesses of this voluptuous woman's quivering belly ... he felt like he would burst his balls any minute.
"Don't cry, Mrs. Thompson," he murmured, his hot breath racing into her ear. "Don't cry . . . it's going to be alright . . . I'm going to take good care of you . . . good care ..."
His words unleased something in Alice Thompson, the next words flew from her mouth before she knew what she was saying in a mindless paroxysm of rage and frustration. "Just like you took care of Becky last night?" She felt the young man tense beside her. Instinctively, he knew that he was going to have to jump this unexpected hurdle before he could seduce Becky's mother. He had to respond quickly. Whispering again close to her ear, he chanted bravely "Yes, Mrs. Thompson, just like I took care of Becky last night . . . just like that . . . it's going to feel so good ... my cock buried inside of your pussy ... all the way up . . . how long has it been since your belly has been filled with hot, delicious cum? Yes . . . yes, I'm going to take good care of you . . . very good care of your beautiful, wonderful body ..."
"Oh God! Please, Stop! Don't say those things!" Alice begged through her new onslought of tears, her body quivering madly, a sensational tingling igniting in her lust-fevered loins. Yes, there was that old familiar twitching deep within her belly and her vaginal orifice began to secrete droplets of lubrications, moistening her naked inner thighs beneath her sheer negligee. She tried to will her body to subdue its ardor, to dampen its fiery lustful cravings, but Bob's naked body was too close, too terribly close. Her mental exhaustion was complete. She hardly heard his words anymore as he continued to chant into her ear.
"... it's going to feel like heaven, Mrs. Thompson . . . you're going to thank me . . . you're going to love the feel of my penis shooting its cum all the way up into your belly ... remember how good that used to feel with your husband ... it's going to feel that marvelously exciting again, I promise you that . . . just relax . . . relax ..."
Bob Hampton continued to stroke her shoulder and the naked flesh of her arm, letting his hand slide slowly and lightly down her side, feeling the electric bolts of excitement coursing through her body. Yes, he had done and said just the right thing! Alice sobbed against his bare chest, discovering a gentle, tender comfort in his stroking hand. Whimpering softly now, she collapsed completely against him. Bob smiled, a delighted, triumphant smile, but the young mother didn't see the lecherous grin.
Alice's breathing began to come faster now . as the excitement tremoring in her loins radiated out to the rest of her body. Bob brought his hand down casually against the swelling mound of her right breast, rubbing and caressing the pliantly yielding globe tenderly through the sheer nightie. He heard the sharp intake of her breath and smiled, feeling the shudder of lewd excitement ripple through her body like a tidal wave. But she didn't demand that he stop. So he didn't, running his thumb freely over her distending little nipple and feeling that tiny bud growing harder and harder as her excitement climbed and climbed. His cock seemed to leap out from his loins, throbbing with the triumphant victory that was now almost his.
"Oh Bob," she whimpered at last, breathing raggedly through her words. "Please ... we can't . . . please . . . don't ..."
"You don't really want me to stop, do you?" he responded in a hoarse, desire-ridden voice."Do you? Because I will stop if that's what you really want! I won't caress your wonderful, fnagnificant breasts anymore . . . if you say so." Alice cringed. Again, this young man was right! How was he able to read her mind? How did he know that she really did want him, that the sight of his naked body aroused her to heights of passion she hadn't known in years?" Without much success she tried to fight the prurient sensations crashing through her sex-starved vagina ... this was her own daughter's boyfriend! And yet . . . it was true . . . God, how she wanted him, wanted to feel the virile pulsing of his naked young hardness buried in the long-neglected depths of her cock-hungry vagina! God forgive me . . .
Alice turned her face upwards. Their eyes met. Suddenly, Bob bent his head and smashed his young lips against hers, grinding them together, completely engulfing her mouth and flicking his fiery tongue forward to greet her own emerging lingual member. The basic animal desire in her highly sexual nature overpowered any resistence she might have offered, any resistence which might have crept into the back of her mind. He cunt was much too hungry for cock to deny the assault of this devastatingly handsome young man. Blindly, eagerly, she let Bob plunge his hot tongue mercilessly in and out of her mouth while his hands continued their erotic caressing of her tremulous breasts and tautly distended nipples. Her own mewling voice echoed in her ears as murmurings of aroused pleasure escaped around her probing tongue.
Oh God' It's true! Yes, I want him to fuck me so desperately!
Alice Thompson reveled in the feel of the young man's nakedly pulsing cock as it rubbed excitedly against her bare, creamy-fleshed thigh where her nightie had ridden up. Her mind danced with wild delight as she fervently returned his passionate kiss. Her entire body seemed to quiver with a violent intensity she hadn't know in years as he continued to kiss her fervently, moulding her breasts with his powerful young hands, then running one of the them down, down, exploring the hills and valleys of her body until it at last discovered the lust-lubricated valley of her sex-starved cunt!
Bob's fingers, eagerly probing, had pushed the flimsy material aside now, grazing his touch against the curling strands of her soft, downy pubic hair. As the electric tingling raced through her highly aroused body, he let his hand slide still lower, until his middle finger was in sudden, heated contact with the warm damp furrow of her hotly pulsing cunt. Alice tried to stop the lust-driven sensations which crashed through her loins at the exciting contact of his probing finger . . . still tottering between wanting him desperately to fuck her and wanting him to leave her alone. She felt caught in a vice of lurid desire now, completely unable to free herselft although a dim voice in the back of her mind demanded that she stop this forbidden adventure. But that voice soon began to grow more and more faint, more and more overpowered by the exciting surges of vibrant lust rampaging through her aroused body.
Automatically and without regret, Alice Thompson now spread her naked thighs, opening her inner legs in abandoned welcome to his probing touch. She could almost feel the heated cum churning madly in his sperm-laden testicles and the blood-boiling desire raging through his virile young cock and the warm morning air now caressed her exposed vaginal flesh along with his firebrand finger. Bob shifted position slightly to facilitate his erotic ministrations, so as to be better able to part the sparse, hair-framed lips of her already moistened cunt and tenderly slip his extended middle finger inside.
"God, you are one gorgeous woman . . . and I want to fuck you so badly," the young entraced man murmured huskily. Alice felt like her entire body was a boiling cauldron of hotly seething desire and she was wild with the desire to be filled, to be deeply filled by his storming hot cock, to be filled to overflowing with the warm juices of his exploding lust inside her moist, throbbing vaginal tunnel. It had been so long ... so very, very long since a man had cum inside her ...
"Ooooohhhh," she moaned helplessly as her young daughter's boyfriend continued to fingerfuck his middle finger, then two, in and out of her hungrily clasping cuntal canal.
"God, how I want to fuck you, Mrs. Thompson!" Bob murmured fervently. The sound of that lewd forbidden word sent new chills of pleasure racing through the aroused mother's body as he breathed hotly into her ear, sending his firebrand tongue out to lick around and around her outer ear in a teasing circle. Finally, he plunged that hot tongue into her ear, sending delicious ripples of ecstasy along her spine, plunging it in and out in an obscene imitation of what his cock was about to do to her cunt.
"Ummmmmmmmm ... aaaauuuugh . . . ooooohhhh," Alice groaned, completely possessed now by the raging fire burning hotly in her hungrily waiting vagina. Meanwhile, he moved his fingers in a frantically growing rhythm into the warmly moist walls of her cunt as he whispered hotly again into her ear.
"Yes, I want to fuck you ... to fill you ... to give you the hot juice of my cum . . . fuck you . , . fill you ... make you made with pleasure . . . until you cum, too . . . cum, Mrs. Thompson . . . cum until it spills out your tits ..." His words were like an entrancing chant in her ears, sending wave after wave of prurient pleasure racing through every nerve-ending of her desperately aroused body.
Once again images of that first glorious night with Jeff tore through her fevered brain, exciting her all the more, reminding her of the erotically satisfying pleasure she had not know in much too long a time. Those words seeping into her brain began to drive her uncontrollably wild with insatiable desire ..."... fuck you ... fill you belly with my cum . . . satisfy that hunger in your cunt . . . fuck you like you've never been fucked before . . . cum out your tits . . . it'll be so good ..."
"Oh God!" she cried at last, unable to contain her furious passion for another single moment. "FUCK ME! YES! FUCK ME NOW!"
Chapter Four
Becky Thompson emerged from the beauty salon with her lovely red hair curled tightly down to her shoulders and breathed in the refreshing air of the warm southern California day. She had been pleased when at last the beautician had held the mirror before her, pleased with the way her hair looked after two hours of washing and setting and sitting under the hair dryer, and even more pleased by her appearance in general. She was well aware of the sensuous nature of her body and the youthful appeal of her fresh young face, and she was confident that she would look absolutely ravishing that night when she and Bob wet to the dance at the Club. Yes, all her friends would sure turn pink with envy ...
She began walking down the street, surprised that it wasn't crowded, basking in the glory of her own beauty and sexuality. It was a magnificent day and she felt wonderful, confident, pleased with herself and her fate. She had to admit that an inexperienced young girl like herself was damned lucky to have attracted a man as handsome and experienced as Bob Hampton, she wasn't quite sure how she had managed such a feat . . . but now that she had him she knew she wouldn't let go for anything. He was going to be a great success someday, and she would be right by his side all the way.
Becky looked absently into the store windows that she passed, then abruptly turned around and walked back towards the beauty salon where she had left the car. She didn't feel like shopping now! No, she was much too excited! Besides, she thought, I'd rather go shopping with Mom. She was feeling so wretched this morning and I know how much she enjoys buying things for me, the young girl mused as she hurried along the sidewalk. Yes, she would wait until tomorrow and then go on a deliriously extravagant shopping spree with her mother. Meanwhile, getting back to this beautiful afternoon, she would go back to the house, perhaps go swimming in the pool with Bob . . . maybe later sneak back into the guestroom with him for a quick but delightful love-making session ...
Bob Hampton smiled over his conquest, dipping his outstretched finger back into the wet, eagerly trembling passage of the young mother's hotly burning cunt. With relish the young man teased the hardened little button of her quivering clitoris, playing with it as he crawled over her, reveling in her abandoned ardor and her whimpering moans for the feel of his turgidly throbbing cock. He couldn't believe how turned on she was. Like a frustrated virgin, he thought. More excited than any woman I've ever known ... and I've known quite a few! This one is going to be really something!
"Don't worry . . . I'm going to fuck you . . .afterwards," he smiled down at his girlfriend's mother.
"A-after . . . what?" Alice stammered, not really caring what he did to her as long as it culminated with the surging power of his madlly pulsing prick plunging into her flame-devoured cunt. No, she didn't care what he did because she was already blazing with desire from the teasing play of his finger in her vaginal opening and over her lust-hardened clitoris. She watched through lust-clouded eyes, trying hard to focus, as he knelt lasciviously between her wide spread thighs and feasted his eyes on the soft dark pubic fluff and the wide, trembling lips of her flowering pussy. Those lips seemed to beg for him, scream to be touched and kissed and, ultimately, invaded. His cock ached painfully and made him quiver as his fingers dug into the softly pliant flesh of her thighs, causing it to ripple in waves around them. Then, the young man slithered forward until his eagerly flushed face was poised just inches above her pinkly glistening vaginal flesh.
Suddenly, Alice realized what he was going to do. At first, her mind recoiled. Jeff had always wanted to do that to her but she had never allowed him to perform such a depraved, disgusting act. But that reluctance soon vanished from the young mother's thoughts. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad after all . . .maybe it would feel good . . . maybe it would excite her to still new heights of ecstatic excitement . . . besides, she was so far beyond the point of no return now that it didn't matter anyway. She had neither the will now the power to stop him.
"Ooooohhh," she cried as the sudden picture of her lovely daughter submitting to this carnal eroticism suddenly invaded her lust-mesmerized mind, making her still hotter with the lewdness of her own fevered imagination. She must be dreaming this couldn't be real! Droplets of her seeping vaginal juices moistened the curls of her pubie fleece and her clitoris seemed to call out to Bob in her wildly erotic abandoned excitement. The young man placed his thumbs then on her cunt and with slow, deliberately tantalizing motions, drew the soft, wet pubic hair aside, exposing her carnation-flesh to his inflamed and eager gaze. Alice moaned and writhed in the tempest of her agonized arousal as he breathed against her, the hot air sending her raw nerves into a state of unsurpassed ecstasy. And then she watched, as if entranced, when her daughter's boyfriend dropped his head.
The young mother's body convulsed automatically when his tongue made its first electrifying contact with her madly pulsing vagina. She began to thrash in grinding jerks to the slather of his hot, worming oral instrument while mewls of incoherent pleasure flew from her wide-open mouth. The outrageous assault continued relentlessly on her defenseless cunt. Her stomach churned like a swirling whirlpool. she heard a voice that must have been her own wailing in animalistic rapture as she felt his tongue flicking along her inner thighs, curling around her fire-filled clitoris and snaking rapier-like in and out of her greedily clasping cunt.
"Aaaaaauuugh ... oooowwwww . . . eeeee!"
Bob paused for one brief moment to smile. He was well satisfied with his erotic work. Immediately, he returned to it, racing his fiery tongue deeper and deeper into the dilating hole between her tremulous creamy thighs. The young mother felt like she was possessed by a rampaging demon as she raised her head to watch this salacious spectacle. It was almost more than she could comprehend or believe. The boiling blood racing through her body, the electric jolts of exquisite pleasure, were caused by the rapciously licking tongue of her own daughter's boyfriend who was voraciously sucking and licking at the warmly moist flesh of her cunt!
Bob's hand now slithered under her alabaster-white buttocks and cupped their resilient flesh brutally while his mouth continued to suckle her thrusting cunt more voraciously than ever. Involuntarily, the young mother raised her hips to allow the lust-driven young man to bury his face still further into her now greedily clenching vagina. The wet sucking sounds of his mouthings mingled now with the whimpering mewlings coming from the delerious mother's throat. His one hand teased in the darkly mysterious crevice between her voluptuous ass-cheeks, running an exploratory finger over her tiny puckered rectum. Alice tensed, clenching her hands into fists at this unexpected temptation. Vaguely, she thought of her lost husband Jeff and how magnificant their first night together had been . . . but how disappointing so many of their later nights became. She hadn't felt this raging fury of mind-shattering desire in so many many years ...
Bob smiled with pleasure as he heard the sharp gasps emitted by Becky's mother when his probing fingers teased at the pertly puckered ring of her anus and as his hands roamed freely over that heavenly valley between her buttocks. Spurred now by an overpowering lust, the young man drew her legs up higher and higher and spread her already wide-splayed cunt still wider so that he could orally fuck into her with lewd, sensuous, exciting circles. Running his lips feverishly around her clitoris, he then let his tongue dart deep inside her madly pulsing pussy; feeling her vaginal lips closing around his spearing instrument as, if to kiss him back! Alice's buttocks spasmed beneath his caresses and she cried out deleriously as he probed the delicate opening of her rectum again with his hot fingertip.
"Ooooohhhh . . . eeeeeeeeeeeeeee," she moaned as she tossed her head from side to side in the wild lust of her complete abandon. The young man licked on and on, driving her nearly insane with erotic rapture, moving from her vagina to her rectal mouth to her quivering clitoris with absolute and pleasure-packed freedom. Alice could feel her blood boiling in her veins, as raw bolts of electric pleasure flashed through her thrashing loins. Her cunt cried out for fulfillment, one which she hadn't known at all for the last year and very seldom in the years before that and she raised her desire-drenched loins to her daughter's boyfriend, submitting gratefully to his oral tongue-lashings. She jerked her throbbing, wide-spread cunt down onto his fire-filled mouth and lips, sunk her grinding buttocks back on his painfully but gloriously invading finger, and reveled in the mindless abandon of her lust-incited enchantment.
"Don't stop," she begged with ragged, panting breath. "God, don't ever stop! Oh, it feels . . . so . . . goooood!"
But the experienced young man did stop. With a lecherous and triumphant smile sparking his handsome features, he lifted his head, the juices of her lust glistening on his cheeks and chin. Feasting his eyes on the delightfully tempting pink flesh of her pulsing pussy, he whispered hoarsely through his smile, "I guess it's time to get down to business!"
"Ooooohhhh! Pleeeeze!" was the only answer his girlfriend's mother gave him.
"Do you want me to fuck you?" he asked gently, teasingly.
Yes, of course she wanted him to fuck her! God how she wanted that giant pole of pulsing flesh buried deep within her, palpitating with pleasure! Alice moved her hips against the soft grass, beads of perspiration glistening all over her body, her heart pounding so forcefully that she thought it would burst right out of her heaving chest!
"YES! FUCK ME!" she cried.
Alice reached forward now with violently trembling hands and grasped the turgid pole of his man-flesh and poised it over her madly hungry cunt. Bob strained downward while his girlfriend's mother guided that blood-pressured prick into her greedily trembling vagina, letting it slip salaciously past her wet, petaled pussy lips and at last driving it with abandoned ease deep up into that soft-walled furnace of her openly waiting cunt.
Becky pulled the car into the driveway with a squealing sound and brought it to a sudden halt in front of the garage. No need to put it away, she thought, since she and Bob would want to use it tonight. Her excitement, her extraordinary pleasure in her self, had not dimished during her drive home. Quite the contrary. She was more anxious than ever to see Bob, to watch his pleasure-filled eyes gaze upon the luscious curves of her voluptuous young body. Becky unlatched the front door and walked into the house.
"Mom? Bob? Anybody home?" she called out enthusiastically. Silence greeted her cry. Frowning, she closed the door behind her, wondering where her boyfriend and her mother could be. Thinking her mother might be taking a nap, she walked upstairs and called out again. Still no response. Gingerly, she eased open the door of her mother's bedroom. Nothing. Maybe they were out back by the pool ...
She sauntered gaily out the back door, then froze in stupified silence without taking another step. Her lovely young features were suddenly drained of all color and she choked back a howling shriek of dismay as her eyes seemed to blur out of focus. Her mother! Her own mother nakedly entwined with her own boyfriend! Jesus Christ!
Her own mother ! That same mother who had always cautioned her to be a "Good girl" and now there she was, lying naked on her back, her legs raised as high in the air as they could go in wide welcome to Bob's wetly fucking cock! Being fucked by her own daughter's boyfriend, a young man practically young enough to be her own son! It was hideous, obscene, depraved, disgusting! How could she! Becky slumped against the doorframe, sick to her soul, a choking sob caught somewhere near the back of her constricting throat.
Her mouth suddenly felt very dry and her knees very weak. Becky's first instinct was to turn and run, to get as far away from this ludicruous scene as she could. But her legs were like jelly. They wouldn't carry her two feet. Her eyes, too, were clouded with stinging tears and she felt as if all the air had been knocked out of her lungs. Never in a million years would she have imagined that she couldn't trust her own dear mother!
The young daughter heard her mother whimper and moan in sheer ecstasy while her own twenty-one year-old boyfriend slid his long hard cock further and further into the warmly welcoming recesses of Alice's clinging cunt. Becky couldn't believe her eyes or her ears, or the vice-tight sensations gripping her in the depths of her belly. How could such a thing have happened? Immediately, the young girl thought that it must be her mother's fault. After all, Bob had enjoyed his fill of sex only the night before whereas her mother hadn't enjoyed a thrilling sexual escapade for almost a year ... or had she? Were there men in her life that Becky didn't know about? Was she just like a common whore who went to bed with anything in pants who came her way? Was no man safe from her seductive allure ... not even her own daughter's, boyfriend?
And after all her lectures on morality, on behaving decently so that a man would always respect you!
Bob couldn't, of course, be at fault. With Becky constantly in his bed, he didn't need to go looking for outside satisfaction in the first place. And in the second place, he loved Becky! And she loved him, too! He would never treat her this way, shame and humiliate her, unless he had been wickedly and provocatively seduced, excited to the point where he couldn't help himself, after all, he was a man and all men became excited beyond'control so easily!
The young teenage girl almost laughed out loud at the thought that she had been so afraid that her mother wouldn't like Bob! All the way down on the train, dizzying thoughts of disapproval had swum through her mind, fears that her mother would become overprotective and that she would dismiss Bob as merely another one of Becky's infatuations.
She looked at Bob now, at the rigidly pulsing cock that had begun to slide easily in and out of her mother's wide-stretched cunt, and she believed wholeheartedly that he was the victim and mother the aggressor .. .
And just as her mother had inadvertently discovered the fucking young couple the night before, so the daughter had now accidentally discovered the sexual ravishment this morning, and her reaction was almost exactly the same. Shock. Dismay. Disbelief. Just as her mother had watched the night before, so the young daughter now watched as Bob's wonderfully massive cock, purplish and throbbing madly, slipped into the warmly moist confines of a flame-licked and willing cunt. Her face, drained of color, suddenly took on a sort of flushing glow because as she watched, a tingling sensation licked at her own heated pussy, just as it had licked at her mother's last night!
Becky watched in a combination of mute horror and fascination as her young boyfriend began to pound her mother's loins mercilessly, his cum-laden balls slapping hard against her anus where only minutes before his finger had been and his mouth had licked and his tongue had traced a fiery path. Alice cried out several times from the exquisite pleasure, proving her glorious ecstasy by raising her legs still further up to receive more of his blood-pressured cock inside of her. His spear of lust slipped smoothly in and out, his throbbing testicles threatening to burst from his imminent climax.
Bob's head swam dizzily from the enrapturing need to squirt his burning cum into his girl friend's mother, into the warmly moist channel of her wide-splayed cunt. Alice slid her hands now down his gleaming, heaving flanks and rested them for a long moment on his sinewy young buttocks. Then her fingers spread and pulled him towards her gluttonously as her cunt below flowered open and cling voraciously to his wildly pummeling cock as it roared up inside of her. Her lust-lubricated sheath swallowed the whole of his plunging cock with blood-boiling desire and small, piteous pleas of passionate supplication rolled from between her fevered lips. They were lewd and almost obscene supplications, ones which young Becky had never dreamed of using when she cried out in her passionate ecstasy to Bob, ones which, in fact, she had only heard in whispers, behind closed doors from the most daring girls in the dormitory!
Becky held her breath. Her feet felt as if they were fastened to that spot on the ground just outside the door. Unconsciously, the tingle in her loins had sparked a flaming desire in her and her hands began to rub mindlessly over the canyon of her cunt, her mind hazy and reeling from the lewdly exciting yet debasing scene before hep. Through the fog of her vision she could see her own wretched mother grinding faster and faster, groaning and moaning desperately, obviously struggling towards the dynamic explosion of her ultimate glory. Demonically she fucked back at her daughter's boyfriend with a furious intensity unequalled by anything Becky had ever done or dreamed of doing ... and the young girl began to feel dizzy and faint. She just couldn't stand it anymore! Her buttocks quivered spasmodically with the unsolicited fever that burned down in her quaking cunt.
It was like a nightmare. A terrible, horrifying nightmare as the young daughter watched the carnal coupling of her own precious mother and wonderful boyfriend as she gazed mesmerized, at their body-slapping, cunt ramming copulation there on the soft green grass beside the family swimming pool. They had no shame, no decency, no feelings for anything or anyong ... except their own depraved pleasure! Suddenly all stability was gone from the world, all reason and honor and pride. Shattered fragments of her own life whirled around in the young girls' mind as her hand still unconsciously rubbed against the lust-moistened valley of her cunt and her luscious little breasts danced madly on her heaving chest.
Suddenly, she heard her mother screaming, "I'm . . . going to . . . cuuuuummmmm!"
Chapter Five
After that sudden scream, Alice Thompson's loins jerked upwards againt the tightly clasping penis sunk deep in her voraciously demanding pussy and both her mouth and eyes flew open. Bob Hampton, in demonic response, hammered further, feeling his girl friend's mother quiver violently, feeling her vaginal walls contract and seep the warm fluids of her beginning orgasm. She rose up from the soft carpet of grass and pressed against his pubic hair, rotating with renewed fire and frenzy.
He knew that he, too, was poised on the verge of magnificant explosion, and he felt the hot white sperm in his scrotum bubbling madly. And then it hit him. Within a split-second he was lost in the incredible force of his powerful ejaculation which sprayed the inside of her hungrily sucking pussy, filling her as full as he had filled Becky only the night before. The rich hot liquid spurted, and Becky, to her horror, could see it clearly ... just as her mother had seen the night before ... could see the white scalding overflow cascading from the wide-split mouth of her mother's cunt. The loud and lewd cried of the fornicating couple, the terrible sight of seeing her own boyfriend's precious seed spilling so wantonly from her mother's hotly clasping vagina, broke the final chains of bondage. Becky was suddenly released, suddenly free from the shackles of her silence and immobility.
In a sense, that orgasm had triggered her own release. No longer were her legs rooted to that spot, no longer did that choking lump block the horror which crept up into her throat. No longer was the compelled by some strange and mysterious force to watch this vicious and corrupt scene in silence.
Her eyes blinded with tears, she cried as she ran across the grass to accuse them, to confront them with the consequences of the lust.
"Mother! God damn you! Get your hands off my man!"
Alice Thompson had been thoroughly jolted by the exquisite spasm of her orgasm. It had been so long, so very long since she had reached that pinnacle of ecstasy, so long since she had felt the scalding juices of delicious male cum shooting into the quivering depths of her belly! She was unaware, therefore, of anything around her completely oblivious to space and time as the young man's cum joined her own, as the unleashed tide of her own long-untouched passions climaxed within her convulsing loins. After it was all over, after her body had been deliriously and magnificantly satiated, she fell back onto the grass, her belly quivering from the satisfaction she let drift lazily through her lust-ravished young body.
Mother! God damn you! Get your hands off my man!
Alice froze for a cataclysmic instant. Becky! Abruptly, the young mother sat upright, suddenly and terrifyingly torn from all feelings of sex and satisfaction as she saw her lovely young daughter rush towards her. Her young hands were clenched into tight fists and tears flooded from her eyes down onto her cheeks. Her young legs seemed to quake beneath her as they carried her forward and her eyes were burning with an intensity the young mother had never seen before.
Oh God! Discovered by Becky in the midst of fucking her own boyfriend! How could she ever explain? How could she ever make her horrified young daughter understand what had happened? It wasn't really my fault, the young mother thought helplessly. I didn't come down here with the intention of seducing him, after all. It was just that -. . . I don't know . . . somehow I couldn't help myself, couldn't control the torrent of my own passions. Especially after last night ...
But Becky would never understand any of that. Simply because Becky had never known frustration or lonliness or disappointment. But Alice knew that she had to make some attempt at justification, some effort to explain . . .
"Becky ... please . . . listen . . . " Alice stammered, holding out her arms to her raging, furious young daughter in mute supplication.
"Listen? I have heard and seen quite' enough, thank you!" the young daughter raved, crying and choking, quivering with the torment and fury which burned madly within her.
"Becky . . . you don't understand," Alice began but was interrupted by the eighteen year-old girl before she could reach the substance of what she had intended to say.
"You're damned right I don't understand! I don't understand at all! How could my own mother do such a thing to me?"
Bob Hampton had rolled over very quickly and, grabbing the nearest towel, wrapped it around his loins and stood up. Now he began to move tentatively towards his outraged young girl friend with a penitent air. "Becky . . .Becky baby . . . please . . . "he began.
"Don't 'Becky baby' me, you miserable bastard. I'll deal with you later. Christ! Can't even trust you around my own mother!"
All of the young girl's fury at that moment was directed towards her mother, the one person who she had considered trustworthy throughout her entire life. After all, she had only known
Bob for about six months. And he was a man anyway. No one expects a man to be totally faithful all the time. But her mother, that was a different kettle of fish. This was a woman she had loved and admired and respected and cherished. And so, naturally, her disappointment and despair at her dear mother's outrageous performance were more painful to her fragile teenage psyche.
She looked at that wretched woman lying on the soft green grass. She had grabbed the negligee which had come off . . . when? The distraught young mother didn't remember. But she retrieved it now and slipped it on to cover her nakedness and her shame. Tears poured from her eyes and a low moan of anguish escaped from her lips. "Becky . . . please ... can't we talk about ..."
"What in hell is there to talk about? I saw you, mother, fucking with my own boyfriend ... and asking for it, too! 'Fuck me' you said ... I heard you! What more is there to talk about now?"
Becky had seen them, had been there the whole time! Alice winced as she thought about what a lurid and lewd sight it must have been to see you Bob fucking his long hot hardness into her openly willing cunt, his cum pouring down the smooth skin of her inner thighs . . . and her own darling daughter had actually witnessed this salacious spectacle! She was soul-sick and completely ashamed of herself. If only she had been able to control her fiery passions! If only she had the strength of will to deny that sexual side of her being which so often somehow managed to overwhelm her rational side! Her guilt, after her spying episode last night, had been strong enough . . . now it was compounded ten-fold by this terrible discovery ...
"Becky ... please . . . please ... at least listen," Alice whimpered in supplication. "Try to understand ..."
Becky turned her back to her mother's pleas, Understand. That was just it ... suddenly the eighteen year-old girl didn't understand anything at all. Her entire safe and comfortable world had completely crumbled around her. She knew that her mother had been lonely this past year without her father ... and, with her father so absorbed in his work, she was probably pretty lonely beofre that as well. Of course, she had Becky to look after then. But now that she had nobody at home at all . . . yes, the young teenager, in spite of her furious anger, could perhaps begin to understand the frightful emptiness of her mother's life which might drive her to do things she wouldn't normally even have considered doing! She was alone a good deal of the time . . . doubtless she was a very frustrated woman ...
But still, the young girl contemplated, that didn't really excuse her flagrant seduction of a man nearly young enough to be her son! And her own daughter's boyfriend at that! She and
Bob hadn't even been here for twenty-four hours and already her mother had seduced him ... probably the minute Becky had left the house! It was a terrible, disgusting, vile thing to do and a betrayal of her daughter's faith and trust and love. Her behavior was something that might, with great effort, be understood but which could never in a million years be forgiven! No never!
Becky heard her mother whimpering and whining and crying behind her back. Through the dizzy fog of her own thoughts her mother's words now echoed around in her mind. "Please forgive me, darling," she was saying. "Please don't hate me . . . please try to understand that I didn't mean it ... I don't know what happened exactly . . . somehow I just couldn't control myself ... I didn't want to hurt you ... please, darling . . . please ..."
The young girl's mind spun round and round until she thought she would faint. Her dilemma was too confusing, too terrible and her feelings much to ambivilent to be able to come to any kind of coherent judgement or decision. She had to get away ... to think . . .to straighten out the mess in her mind . . . get away from here and maybe everything would come into focus.
"Bob!" she commanded. "Get some clothes on. We're going out."
Instinctively, Bob obeyed, walking into the house. A few moments later he emerged fully clothed in beige slacks and a powder-blue shirt, slipping his shoes on as he walked. He knew that, at least for the moment, he held the upper hand, that he would probably be able to successfully explain away his hand in this .matter once they got away from the house.
"Becky ... please," her mother whimpered painfully. "Don't go . . .we can work this out . . . don't leave now ..."
"Good-bye, Mother," was all the young girl said before taking Bob's arm and walking away, without turning back to see the flood of tears pouring down her mother's flushed cheeks.
Alice Thompson, the hapless, trembling, mortified young mother, buried her face in her hands and rocked with uncontrolable sobs. She heard the car roar to a start and screech out of the driveway. Her daughter was gone . . . perhaps for good! Alice moaned involuntarily and she was torn by the torment of despair. All the years she had worked slavishly to give her daughter all the advantages which she herself had never enjoyed, all the love and affection and attention she had showered on Becky ... gone, all now with her angry, fleeing child. The desecration of the monument of her life was complete.
She looked down at her ravaged form and wondered if she was beyond all hope, all redemption. Had she really lost her daughter ... forever? Maybe later she would wake up and find that this had all been simply a bad dream, another of those horrifying nightmares she had so often had lately. Her mind was hopelessly wrecked and her body bruised and ravaged, her genitals throbbing with a dull, persistent ache only slightly less painful than the ache in her shattered heart.
For a long while the young mother sobbed into her hands there on the soft carpet of green grass, trying to blank out the wracking pain in her mind, her head pounding with the need to think things out, to find some sort of solution to her perhaps insolvable problems.
At first, her guilt and her shame overwhelmed any other considerations. The recollection of Bob's worming, weaseling tongue and sodomizing finger ... oh, the rampant excitement of it then! Even now her precious little cunt tingled and her anus tightened as if asking for more, more, more! And then the sublime pleasure of the pulsing pole of his manhood storming into the lust-lubricated sanctuary of her cunt! The most incredible fact of all was that she enjoyed'it, enjoyed being fucked by her daughter's own boyfriend! Even if Becky was wrong about who had started it, about who had seduced whom, it didn't really matter for Alice Thompson had done nothing to prevent the lewd rape of her body. Christ! She had even encouraged it, asking him shamelessly to fuck her! She had allowed her long-entombed feelings and the lascivious sights and sounds of last night to affect her psyche so completely that she had no will or reason left. Yes, she had been an equal and willing partner in the wild abandoned pleasure-parade of that afternoon.
Slowly, painfully, the distraught young mother picked herself up and smoothed the crumpled negligee and robe over her still damp flesh, not wanting to be confronted by any of her sperm-matted femininity. Barefoot, she made her way into the house, into that silent, empty tomb which had once been like a palace to her. First, she poured herself a stiff shot of brandy to cairn her nerves and gulped it down in one long, greedy swallow. But one was not enough and so she poured herself yet another, basking in the fiery warmth of the liquor as it poured down her throat and into her still quivering belly.
At last she padded into the bathroom, combed her disheveled hair and looked into the mirror. Alice Thompson found herself startled by the heavy, sex-creased lines which marred her beautiful, youthful face. Her disgrace showed there as plainly as if it were written in word; and the full realization of what had happened to Ler that afternoon fell onto her ravaged mind with the force of a devastating hurricane.
She and Becky had been so close, good friends as well as mother and daughter so that the break engendered by Alice's flagrant and shameful -performance that afternoon was all the more painful. Her eyes puddled with tears as she stood, studying her wretched appearance reflected so truthfully in that mirror, and she had to wipe her cheeks with a towel. Inadvertently, the material brushed against her swollen, tender, sensitive breasts and suddenly a new and devilishly frightening thought came to her ... what if she were . . . pregnant? She had been on the verge of warning Becky that morning about taking reckless chances . . . and now she had done exactly that!
Of course, the chances of her really being pregnant were perhaps a thousand to one ... and California had a fairly liberal abortion law . . . but still, the thought was a paralyzingly painful one even to contemplate! Anyway, there was really nothing she could do about it now but wait.
Wait. And wait for Becky, too. Wait and wonder if she would ever really come back, if she could ever really forgive her wretched mother her horrible transgression. Perhaps the girl's anger would dissipate ... perhaps she would, if not forgive, at least come to an understanding of the tormenting, torturing emotions which had led her mother to perform such a dastardly and disasterous act. Yes, all the pitiful young mother could do was wait. And pray that the slim strand of hope which she held so tightly in her mind would prevail. Certainly, it would be a long time, if ever, before Becky learned to trust her again . . . but it the girl's love was as strong and fervent as the mother's, there was at least some possibility for at least a partial reconcilliation.
"Oh my darling Becky," the young mother cried as the tears once again uncontrollably began to cascade down her cheeks. "Please come back to me! Please understand . . . and forgive me . . . forgive me ..."
Bob and Becky walked, hand in hand, silently along the sandy beach. The grains were hot under their bare feet and the roaring crescendo of the incoming tide seranaded the silent young couple as they proceeded, heads bent downwards, hands clasped tightly together, along the edge of the beach where the oncoming waves lapped at their toes. Becky hadn't said a word since they had left the house and Bob knew better than to intrude upon her thoughts. This was something, he knew, that she would have to work out for herself. Any explanations or apologies which he might like to offer would be useless and a waste of breath now. When she was ready to listen, then he would try to make her understand what had happened, how the tide of their passions had simply carried her mother and himself beyond their ability to fight it.
Becky hardly knew or cared where she was walking, her mind reeling and confused, full of conflicting emotions battling and ramming headlong into one another. So much had hapened to shatter her hertofore pleasant and peaceful existence that she felt oddly out of place, vaguely disoriented, unable to blend in with the person she had been only a few hours before. Like oil on water, she floated on a sea of confusion, perplexed not only by what her eyes had seen but by how her own body had helplessly and shamelessly reacted to that scene of carnal lust by tingling with prurient and unwelcome sensations. Yes, she had to admit that she had been excited by watching her own boyfriend, Bob Hampton, fucking her mother! She had enjoyed the sights and sounds just as much as, unknown to her, her mother had enjoyed them the night before.
The overwhelming, boiling anger towards her mother had subsided somewhat by this time. She couldn't quite comprehend how her mother could have stooped to such a depraved action . . . and yet she suspected that it was due to her frustration and lack of sexual stimulation for such a long time. Vaguely, the young girl thought she might be able to understand how her mother's long depravation could have led to a helpless unleashing of all her love-starved passions ... but with Bob? With her own daughter's boyfriend? Surely there were plenty of men more in her league ... Peter Banks, for one ... who would have gladly and willingly offered the sublime release which her frustrations demanded!
At last, the young girl turned to her blond and handsome young boyfriend. And what had been his role in this madcap escapade? Obviously, he had been a willing partner. And she couldn't blame him, really. Confronted with the sensual allure and voluptuous sexuality of Alice Thompson, a man would have to be abnormal to be able to resist her advances! Still, the thought nagged at the back of her mind that he should have done something to discourage Alice, something to show her that he loved Becky and wanted to be faithful to her.
Her thoughts then were interrupted by his words. "Becky?" he said softly, tentatively.
"Are you ok?" he asked solicituously.
"I don't know," she answered weakly. "I just don't know what to do . . . what ... to think . . . I'm so confused!"
"Listen, Becky, I've got an idea," he ventured, squeezing her hand tightly in his. "We are going to go down to see my brother tomorrow ... let's go there now!"
"Your brother?" she answered vaguely, not yet able to form coherent thoughts in her mind but aware that there had been, in some distant past, a mention of going to visit Bob's brother who lived not far away.
"Yeah, my brother Toby, remember? We were going to go down tomorrow to see him and his girl friend, Peggy. Well, we can go there right now. Give you a chance to think things over some more before you decide . , . what you want to do. Come on, Becky. What do you say?"
"Sure. OK," the girl answered listlessly, feigning a smile. She still wasn't sure about whether she should trust Bob or not, whether is role in that obscene escapade with her mother was an inadvertent one . . .
It was a forty-five minute drive down the freeway and all during that time Becky had been thinking about her mother and Bob, thinking of the way their naked bodies had been entwined together in the lurid act of sexual intercourse more rampantly wild than any she could ever have imagined. She still lay the heaviest burden of blame on her mother, but as she watched her handsome blond boyfriend all during that drive, she suddenly came to suspect that he had been something more than merely a willing partner, that perhaps from the very beginning he had secretly wanted to fuck her mother! After all, she was a compellingly attractive woman, always had been. I wonder ...
Now the eighteen year-old girl found herself parked in front of a small stucco house, a cream-colored little cottage set in a small patch of green grass with a couple of large, shady trees in the front yard and back. All of the houses on the block looked very much like this one, except that many were colored pale pink or blue and many were in a rather sorry stae of disrepair. She stepped out of the car and followed Bob towards the house with considerable trepidation.
Inside, the house was no more appealing than it had been from the outside. Small, cramped, mustyrsmelling, with old flower-print wallpaper that was beginning to peel near the ceilings, it ws furnished in what Becky thought of as Modern Flea Market: old oak barrels for tables, a couple of torn rattan chairs, a couch that had not been new in her lifetime, oil-cloth curtains, and an old oval rug which was so thoroughly worn that the original pattern of it was completely indescernable. Becky winced. She remembered that Bob had said his brother Toby was a first-year medical student and didn't have very much money ...
"Toby? Toby? Anybody home?" Bob called out, leading her to one of the torn rattan chairs.
The young man who emerged from the kitchen, wiping his wet hands with a dish-towel, looked very much like Bob. Toby had the same blond, curly hair which spilled with a will of its own down across his forehead and the same classic nose. His mouth was wider and fuller than Bob's and his eyes were a much deeper shade of blue, but there was no mistaking the fact that they were brothers if one studied the similarity of their facial features. But there the resemblance ended. Where Bob was tall and lithe and slender, his older brother was of medium height, square-shouldered, broad-chested and ruggedly muscular. Becky's first thought was that he must spend a great deal of his time exercising to achieve such incredibly bulging muscles in his upper arms and thighs. Toby wore nothing but a pair of bathing trunks over his deeply tanned young body and Becky watched with mute fascination the ripple of his muscles as he came forward to greet his younger brother.
"Bob! Hey, man, good to see you! I thought you weren't coming down until tomorrow, though!" he exclaimed, patting his brother on the ass the way atheletes do after a successful game or gambit.
After their initial whooping and hollering, Bob explained that they had come because there had been "a little problem" back at Becky's house and that Becky was too upset to go back there right now. Toby didn't have to ask for details, but smiled knowingly and approvingly at his handsome younger brother. It was almost as if he was laughing at a private joke which Becky did not share and this feeling made her more uncomfortable than she had already been.
"Say, Becky, would you like some wine? Good for the nerves, you know," Toby proclaimed. Becky squirmed unconsciously at the apparent lecherousness of the twenty-three year old's gaze. It was almost as if he were mentally undressing and seducing her! She looked at Bob, who nodded his head in approval of the suggestion his brother had made.
"OK, thanks," the eighteen year-old girl replied, trying to hide the tremor which she found suddenly coming into her voice.
For nearly an hour after that the two boys talked together as if Becky wasn't even in the room. Most of the names and places they mentioned were thoroughly alien to the young girl and she resented the unwanted intrusion between her and Bob which Toby represented. They made no effort to include the distraught young girl in their amiable ramblings and so she simply sat there, sipping the wine from the galss which was constantly refilled by either Toby or Bob. Soon she began to feel a little lightheaded and decided that perhaps she shouldn't drink any more ... after all, she hadn't eaten anything all day so the wine was having a doubly strong effect on her. But her glass was always being refilled and she had nothing to add to the conversation, so she continued sipping the cool, refreshing liquid as the two boys chatted together.
At last, Bob turned to her and asked, "How are you doing, Becky?"
"Fine," she responded, finding it difficult to say the word without slurring it. Bob patted the space on the couch beside him in invitation to his teenage girlfriend and she responded immediately by getting up from the chair. Her head swam madly and her legs felt weak beneath her as she waddled across the small living room and flopped down onto the couch beside his lithe and slender form. Bob placed his arm around her and cuddled the young, liquor-relaxed girl close to him, letting the hand hang down over her breast casually.
The sky out side was beginning to grow dark as the young girl sat gazing out of the window absently. The boys continued their animated discussion . . . "Hey, did you know that old Al is playing a gig with his band in a little place near Santa Monica?" . . . "Charlie sure is a lucky dog, hatching up with a chick like Maggie Brewster!" . . . "You wouldn't have believed the party we had here last weekend, Bob. "Boy, those nurses sure go wild when they're off-duty!" . . . "Patty Larkin came into the clinic for an abortion last week." . . . "Yeah, some of those fraternity parties at school get pretty wild!" The words swam around in the young girl's mind without any meaning as she drank more and more wine, becoming more and more lightheaded, more and more dizzy.
At last, Toby jumped up to light some candles, then suggested going out to a movie, "Peggy ... that's my girl ... won't be back for a couple of hours," he explained to Becky. "We could go to a movie, then come back here for . . . well, for whatever!" he concluded, laughing, glancing knowingly at his younger brother.
"I've got a better idea," Bob chimed. "Why don't you show those movies you were talking about a little while ago? You know, those home movies you took, of the party last weekend!"
"Yeah, good idea!" Toby responded, quickly setting up the projector and then taking a large blanket-like hanging down off the wall so that the picture could be projected there. Toby didn't bother to snuff out the candles before he began to roll the film because the room was quite dark enough already.
For the first instant, while Toby was still working to focus the picture, a strange sense of foreboding crossed the young girl's mind. She still felt confused and uncertain about what had happened that afternoon, and about this house and Bob's brother. But the wine had muted her entire system to the possibly impending danger of the situation and besides, snuggling close to Bob was comforting and relaxing. It was, after all, nice to be here beside him, the strong masculine scent of him assaulting her nostrils, as his wonderfully provocative touch ran across her bra-encased breast giving her those familiar prurient sensations in her easily aroused loins.
Becky tightened her inner thigh muscles, even tried crossing her legs to choke off the growing tide of sensation that was ceaselessly flowing there. She was too preoccupied with the lust-provoking thrills tickling her cock-hungry cunt to notice what was happening on the wall, what that movie film was showing, and she felt a new surge of arousal as Bob's fingertip brushed tantalizingly across her blouse-protected nipple.
Suddenly, as if hit by an enormous tidal wave, the young girl focused her eyes on the walls, on that full-color catalogue of the events of Toby's weekend party. There was a group of people, all naked, most of them dancing in wild, gyrating motions to soundless music, their bodies illuminated by a giant spotlight of orange and red and gold, giving their flesh an eerie glow. The camera zoomed in to brazenly focus on their pubic areas as their legs spread wide apart in their erotic dances, revealing orange-tinted soft pubic lips and gold-tinted long, pendulous penises.
"Oh God," Becky murmured, not having expected quite this type of home movie.
"Some party, huh!" Toby exclaimed, proudly pointing out to his audience which of the various people belonged to each other and what their names were. "That's Jake over there . . . he's dancing with Peggy . . . and that's Mike Taylor, a fellow student of mine, with his girl Maxine ... can you believe those tits, Bob? . . . and that girl with the long blonde hair is a nurse whose name I don't remember ... but I do remember what a good fuck she was!"
Becky couldn't believe the words that spilled from Toby's mouth in a constant and proud stream . . . tits . . . fuck . . . ass . . . cunt . . . cock . . . balls . . .pussy. Why, she hadn't heard words like that except from the wildest girls in the dormitory, and then only in whispers! The young girl was too dumbfounded and too much under the influence of the wine to protest as she watched in mute fascination the writhing, madly gyrr.ting young bodies being depicted with such close-up clarity on the wall.
Her mouth flew open when she saw a shot of one young man, stark naked, his enormous penis bloated with lust, swaying provocatively in front of a nearly faceless girl until she took that heavily swollen member in between her ruby ovalled lips and began to suck greedily on its throbbing length! My God! In front of all those other people! As the girl knelt before him and hungrily swallowed the entire pulsing length of his cock, the boy reached down to take the full lush mounds of her breasts in his hands and rubbed them seductively, taking the protruding little pink nipples between his thumb and forefinger and rolling them around until you could almost hear the girl moaning with raging desire.
And then, before Becky could catch her breath, the camera turned to another young couple. She was kneeling like a slave before a hairy-chested, muscled young man (My God! Was that Toby?) who was taking her from the rear! The camera again zoomed in to the obscene display the young man's elongated rod of flesh sliding in the tenderly stretched ring of the girl's helplessly invaded anus! The girl had her mouth open in a silent cry of ecstasy while the young man easily slid his massive cock into the depths of her defenseless rear passage!
"Oh no!" Becky cried, astonished that such things could really happen"and astounded that anyone would have the nerve to record it on film for anyone tq see!
The lewdly protrayed sights had involuntarily started the young girl's blood boiling and racing through her body, that old familiar hungry gnawing beginning in the depths of her quivering young belly. Her eyes seemed to be locked open. Her mind didn't want to see anymore but her eyes remained fixed as if by a magnet to that wall where that obscene rear invasion was still being depicted. Her thin panties soaked up the moisture flowing freely from her aroused young cunt and she squeezed her thighs tightly together in an attempt to stop the dam there from overflowing! She swallowed dryly, her mouth feeling like a wad of cotton, and she continued to sip on the glass of wine she held in her hand without being conscious of what she was doing. Bob's hand, she suddenly realized, had crept down to her bare thigh and was slowly working its way up to the lust-lubricated mouth of her cunt, only serving to fuel her already burning excitement there!
Oh my God! This is . . . incredible. . . fantastic . . . insane ...
Chapter Six
Bob Hampton smiled to himself as he realized that his excitable young girl friend was becoming more and more aroused as each moment passed. She had certainly had too much wine ... added to the inspiring effect of the film . . . and he was just trying to provoke her pleasure even further by the way his hand slipped casually along the creamy smooth skin of her inner thigh. He could hear her breathing becoming more and more ragged, her quivering young breasts heaving on her chest as the salacious excitement build to a boiling point in her blood. He knew that there was only one way to show her that what had happened this morning between himself and her mother could happen to anyone if the circumstances were right ... could even happen to her!
The eighteen year-old girl squirmed downward again, the lewd sight of the wild orgy on the screen holding her nearly spellbound. And the secretion-soaked crotch of her panties pulled tight into the split of her loins, rubbing provocatively against her fevered vagina with its sensitive, pink-fleshed lips. She felt the familiar throbs beginning to pulse in the hardening sprout of her tremulous clitoris and she gritted her teeth in an effort to stem the tide which would soon overwhelm her. Everything, in short, was working its desired effects upon the innocent young girl and she was incapable of resisting the fire building in her wet, pulsing pussy and the throbbing desire in her ample young breasts. No matter how hard she squeezed her thighs together, no matter how she tried to will those prurient sensations away, the flames of her desire were only fanned further with each passing moment.
She began to moan softly and to pant breathlessly, becoming more and more aware of the composure and self-control which were rapidly slipping away beyond her reach. Bob glanced at her, smiling triumphantly, then exchanged a knowing glance with his older brother.
Finally, the young girl managed to murmur a feeble protest. "Stop . . . please . . . stop ... no more!"
Her buttocks churned desperately against the cushions of the couch as Bob's hand crept slowly, provocatively closer to its goal. Sudden hot flames sprang up slong her soft inner thigh wherever his hand traveled as it progressed relentlessly higher and higher towards its appointed destiny. She closed her eyes so that she wouldn't be subjected to those lurid and exciting images on the wall, so she could blot those pagan debaucheries out of her mind. But it was impossible to eliminate the maddening and enticing sensations inspired by Bob's caressing hand as it softly stroked along her satiny thigh flesh.
And then his fingers suddenly dug into the soft resiliency of her flesh and she whimpered half in delight, half in pain. His had continued its course then, his hot breath now against her cheek and close to her ear and his other hand now returned to her lust-trembling breasts, then moved down along the luscious curve of her hip. She clutched at his hand as it gathered the folds of her short skirt and he reached to touch the hotly steaming valley of her excited cunt.
"Bob . . . not now . . . not in front of ...
"Don't be silly, baby," he answered. "It's OK."
"B-but . . . Toby!"
"Believe me, Toby has seen this sort of thing before. Naked women and all ... he's a medical student, don't forget!"
"B-but ..." the teenage girl protested feebly, her mind objecting to this lewd display of carnal desire in front of Bob's brother while her body was beginning to demand satisfaction. Bob rubbed furiously at her panty-clad vaginal slit and then she heard the unmistakable sound of his zipper coming down.
"B-bob . . . please .
"Baby, trust me," the handsome young man urged. "Everything is going to be fine . . . just fine . . . you're going to feel good . . . your lover-boy is going to make you feel real good!"
Once again the handsome young man reached over for her, well aware of the carnal battle raging within her confused and tormented mind. Deftly, Bob slid his hand under her skirt and along the softly yielding flesh of her voluptuous inner thigh. Becky merely groaned in response, no longer trying to dissuade or to stop his errant hand. With a slightly victorious smile, Bob squirmed his fingertips beneath the tight elastic of her panties and with thumb and forefinger on the moistened luscious lips -of her precious cunt, he spread them slowly, tantaliz-ingly apart.
Becky succumbed. The vigorously excited young girl lay back, holding her breath, still wanting to protest but fully realizing that she was completely unable to resist. Her will power could simply no longer sustain her against this lust-inciting assault. With a long, husky groan, she slid her trembling thighs apart to welcome her lover to the secret sanctuary of her womanhood.
The exquisite feeling of cool air rushing over the rising bud of her quivering clitoris rippled through her now rubbery muscles and out into the tautly distended nipples of her excitedly throbbing breasts, destroying all feeling of resistence, all feeling of protestation, all reminders of Toby's presence ... everything! The delightful pleasure building to a fiery confligration within her boiling blood overpowered every other thought in her fevered mind so that her straining thighs relaxed and parted willingly as she rolled towards Bob with a low, surrendering moan.
As if her hand had a mind of its own, it now moved across the soft material of her boyfriend's trousers, searching for the lusty throbbing organ of his manhood. Finally, it found its goal, slipping inside his open fly and clasping his heavy, burgeoning cock. To her own astonished amazement, she found that her eager fingers, of their own volition, were pushing his jockey shorts aside to bring that hard, fleshy rod out of its confinement, out until it stood up tall and erectly throbbing in the candle-lit room. Greedily, her long fingers wrapped themselves around the hidden treasure and caressed its corrugated flesh lovingly.
"Oh, baby, that feels ... so good ... yes . . . so . . . ohhhh . . . so . . . good, ohhhh," Bob murmured close to her ear, his hot breath igniting still more intense flames of desire in her already boiling blood. He unfastened his belt and top trouser button to allow his flagrantly aroused young girl friend to slide his pants down, and then his shorts and he peeled off his shirt so that now he lay completely naked and exposed before her lust-fogged vision. In spite of her objection to the continued presence of of Bob's older brother not ten feet away from them, Becky began to eagerly and arduously stroke and caress his madly pulsing prick, manipulating the long foreskin up and down over his blunt cock-head just as if they were in the complete privacy of his darkened bedroom back at school. Then, unable to resist the alluring temptation, she slid her hand down the entire length of his rigid shaft to its base and then below, to cup and knead and squeeze his sperm-laden balls. She cupped those pendulous-ly heavy sacs reverently with a loving affection, then trailed her fingers back up to pinch at the beautifully formed phallus with tiny, nipping, teasing gestures.
"Oooohhh . . . keep it up," he groaned as he felt her hips grind hotly down against the soft couch cushion. She heard her own animal-like purrings of pleasure coming of their own accord from between her tightly clenched teeth and she knew that she was lost, completely subjugated to the lurid actions of her own insatiable desires. Yet, she couldn't really believe it. It was happening to her, there was no doubt about that, but she seemed to be watching herself from the outside as if she was watching a stranger. A dim voice in the back of her conscience told her to flee fast and far away but the blinding tide of her passions drowned out that voice as the pleasure pulsing from his cock crashed into her own body and raced through it like cataclysmic earthquake!
Bob lay on his back now, not touching his wantonly excited young girl friend, basking in the completely conquest he had just accomplished. He need not move a muscle now. With a determined calm he simply lay back as she kissed feverishly at his neck, his cheek, his ears, his chin, his eyes and lips and nose, her hot little tongue licking him frantically, wildly, beyond reason and beyond control.
In the midst of her passionate mouthing of his body, Bob took her face between his hands and looked hard into her eyes. "Take off your closthes, now, babe. I want to see you as naked as I am," he said with an unmistakable tone of command.
As if entranced, the eighteen year-old girl stood from the couch, not caring about Toby's presence any longer ... hardly even aware of it, in fact ... watching Bob's appreciative eyes as he watched her every movement. She stepped out of her skirt and then unbuttoned her short-sleeved blouse, unhooked her bra without a moment's hesitation, then continued with her desire-drenched panties. Released from their imprisonment, her swollen, throbbing young breasts soared forward and seemed to be begging for the loving touch of Bob Hampton. She paused, then smoothed her hands gently over them as if to quell the rising tide of desire that quivered within those voluptuous mounds, fingering her ruby nipples in guarded wonderment.
Her satiny smooth skin was illuminated only by the soft flow of the candles as she took a deep breath, unable to really comprehend the electric-like sensations that bolted through her body in response to her own touch. Her hands now wandered at will over the smooth curves and swells of her sensuous, naked young body as if exploring that luscious territory for the very first time and she basked in the pleased and appreciative smile she saw glowing on her young boyfriend's face as he watched her motions.
Toby Hampton, too, was watching her sensuous hands traveling over the hills and valleys of her lushly naked body but she was unaware of his mesmerized gaze. Her sleek, firm young body seemed to him and entrancing combination of voluptuous breasts and tantalizing thighs. He gaped in open wonderment at the velvet-like, dark forest of pubic curls that she was now exploring gently with her trembling fingers at the junction of her slightly spread thighs. The thin red, hair-framed slip running the full length of her opening crotch caused his mouth to water and his tongue played rouguishly around his full lips in erotic anticipation as he thought salaciously of the things he would like to do to this magnificant young body ... It was not the first time Toby and his brother had found themselves in this position of sharing a woman.
Toby's lust-crazed gaze and her brain became a seething cauldron of mixed emotions. For she knew that this naked display of her young body to Toby was both unnecessary and flagrantly immoral . . . and yet she didn't want to stop it. She enjoyed the power of provoking and teasing him, enjoyed the erotic responses her own body could incite. Besides, she couldn't have stopped herself even if she wanted to. Much, she thought, like her mother could not stop herself that morning with Bob. For by the time the lewd itching in her breasts, her loins and her belly were way beyond her own fragile control.
"I want you to try something a little different, Becky," Bob said softly yet forcefully. "I want you to come over here and get down between my legs." He watched her voluptuous young breasts dance provocatively and her lush, rounded buttocks sway as she crawled over towards him, her beautiful long red hair flowing down over her naked back. "Come on . . . that's it . . . now, I want you to take my cock in your mouth. And then suck." This was something she had never done to a boy before. Stroking his fleshy, thick pole in her hand was one thing. Making him cum by the erotic work of her fingers was something she had not only done but- enjoyed. However, actually taking his turgid cock in her mouth . . . that was something else again! It was something she had always been reluctant to do, something which had always been described to her as sick and perverted and immoral. And yet . . . she felt not the slightest hesitation now. Quite the contrary ... her passions had so overwhelmed her reason that she actually wanted to taste the bittersweet pungency of his scalding cum in her mouth, wanted to suck and swallow every last ounce of it down her greedy throat and into her tremulous young belly!
Becky lavished Bob's throbbing penis before her with a warm, wet tongue, brushing and grazing provocatively from its base and along its wide underside up to its hardened, blunt cock-head, washing, bathing, lathing, playing, kissing with long, hungry strokes. Teasingly, she let her hot moist instrument travel back down to its thick base and to the blond-haired pubic grove and then, still lower, down around his bloated sac of cum-filled bliss, hot from their lust-churning load.
"Ummmmmmm . . . ooooohhhhhh," she crooned around her lustfully licking tongue. Her first taste of sharp-spicy male fluid sent wild tremors of delight through her young naked body. Balancing herself than on one arm, she reached back with her other hand and slowly, Tentatively, tenderly feld her own lust-quivering breasts and nipples, belly and then thighs. It was sike a carnival of carnal delights and she was wild with the frenzy churning within her cock-hungry cunt. She had never dreamed, in her most vivid sexual fantasies, of anything this mindless and beautifully exquisite. She was already driving herself perilously close to an explosive orgasm as she trailed her firebrand tongue back over Bob's pendulously heavy testicles and then along the thick shaft to its throbbing head. With a tiny, tingling gurgle coming from the back of her throat, Becky Thompson slipped her lips wetly down over that lust-pressured spear and sighed with sublime pleasure.
The abandoned young teenage girl began to lick and suck in earnest now, the erotically aroused excitement coursing through her naked body in a rampage of sexual fire. She had never before tasted a man's cock within her soft-walled mouth and now she realized that the exquisite deliciousness of Bob's cock was more wonderful than she had ever dreamed it could be! She felt the wiry hair of his pubic loins against her smooth young chin and lips, his testicles sweeping against her with every powerful thrust, and now even greater, flame-devouring sensations grew in her sizzling vagina and none of her former reluctance mattered now at all. Nothing mattered at all except the wonderfully turgid cock embedded between her lusciously ovalled lips!
Not even Toby dared disturb her ecstasy now as she strained to milk Bob's balls of their churning cum and in doing so triggering the burning fury of lust within her own impassioned loins. Toby crawled over to her, staring in an astonished fascination as the wildly buffeting duo as his rocketing cock stormed again and again into the warm lush cavern of her greedily sucking mouth. The sight of his brother's thrusting shaft buried between the ruby-red lips of his redheaded young girlfriend intensified his already burning longings a thousand-fold and the semen madly swirling within his heavy testicles threatened to explode through his own rock-hard shaft. He hissed out his breath as he saw Becky take her hand that had been traveling in unequalled ecstasy over her own body and use it to massage the soft resilient skin of his brother's testicles, then tantalizingly stroke the young man's cock-base as she continued to suck voraciously and rhythmically up and down, up and down, back and forth. He simply couldn't stand the sight of it anymore! If he didn't get his cock into her somewhere ... and right away ... he'd blow his entire load all over her back!
Quickly, Toby Hampton ripped his clothing from his body and then stood, with his erectly pulsing cock standing,, out in vibrant tumescence from his blond-haired loins. He grabbed Becky's flailing white buttocks and leaned over her long tapering back, thrusting his burgeoned penis roughly against the crevice between her smoothly contoured buttocks. The expanded narrow cunt-slit throbbed as it glistened pink and enticing before his eyes and its lips seemed to be flowering open to him. What a gorgeous cunt!
Becky, busy with her erotic task, did not see the lecherous face hovering over her from behind, but she was aware of an ominous presence and aware, too, of what he was about to do as she so desperately sucked and licked at Bob's thrusting penis in her mouth. She felt the full canyon of her willing vaginal slit palpitate anxiously, hungrily, welcoming the imminent invasion with unparalleled enthusiasm. Oh God, I want his cock, too!
Everything which had ever been important to the lust-inflamed young girl now slid deep into the background as she lay anxiously panting between the two young brothers. What they were doing to her ... what she wanted them to do ... was beyond anything that she had ever imagined possible. It was, she mused, about as close to heaven as she could ever hope to come. Desperately she craved for those two passion-pounding cock to be fucking into her at the same time, together, like twin pistons of a roaring engine, plunging headlong into the waiting and willing receptacle of her body.
Becky flexed her strong cuntal muscles together in a teasing gesture, to tantalize the instrument that was about to invade her precious female furnace. She wanted that long hard cock passionately, more desperately than she had ever wanted anything in her young life and she thought she would die if he didn't hurry and shove that wonderfully hot organ into her. Her brain swam with lust-distorted thoughts, incoherent babblings, all concerned with that powerful instrument that was being shoved into her recklessly open vagina. The throbbing palpatations of her soft-walled womb seemed to incite Toby's large, pulsing penis as it plowed its way ever deeper into her tantalizingly clenching passage. She felt the walls of her pussy consciously clasp around it like a glove and she sensed its every fleshy ridge as her nerve-endings transmitted the enormous pleasures through the rest of her naked body.
Her lust-clouded brain seemed to tell her that all of what was hapening wasn't real, that she was watching a stranger enjoy these erotically stimulating pleasures. But another aspect of her psyche told her it was very real and she reveled in the salacious sensations as the pungent odors of Bob's cock slithering in and out of her lips stung her flared nostrils. With an insane fury she began to run her tongue faster over his madly pumping shaft and bulging, flunt head and heard him groan passionately in response. It was a pleasure more delicious than any she had ever imagined and she didn't want it to stop ... ever! Her cunt contracted voluntarily around Toby's pummeling cock as the lascivious thoughts of her double fucking raced out of control through her wine-fogged mind.
Toby Hampton pulled the eighteen year-old girl harder against his own pumping loins by grasping her satiny smooth buttocks with his clawing fingers and jerking her forcefully back. He delighted to feel her moist, lust-lubricated cunt flower open more and more to eagerly receive his cock to greater and greater depths. The cords on her long slender neck and her ovalled lips around his younger brother's penis were hard and tense as she writhed in agonized pleasure beneath the two monstrous cocks which skewered her naked body between them joyously.
"Becky . . . didn't I tell you . . . it would be good?" Bob panted down at his passion-devoured young girl friend.
"Mmmmmmmmm," she mewled around his plunging cock, unwilling to let go of its fiery pleasure so deliciously captured between her moist young lips. "Mmmmm . . . mmmm . . .
yeeesssss," she mumbled around the invading instrument, her body thrashing beyond control.
"I'm . ., going to cum ... in your mouth
. . .soon ... do you want that?" he urged, continuing to grind his cock into her wet, quivering throat.
"Ummmmmm . . . eeeee . . . yessssssss," she groaned, babbling almost incoherently.
"And I'm going to cum in your cunt," Toby added, digging his fingers more forcefully into the soft resiliency of her tender young buttocks.
"Ooohhh . . .yes . . . fuck me . . . cum in me . . . both of you," she murmured, the sound of her own obscene words flying from between her own two lips for the first time in her life sending new waves of lascivious thrills swirling through her madly bucking body. The young girl rotated her hips from side to side now around Toby's massively thickened cock, her widespread young pussy dilating in time to his eagerly rhythmic fucking. Hopelessly impaled between the two lust-rampaging young brothers, Becky reveled in the licentious delight of being doubly ravished between the passion-driven cock in her clenching vagina and the plunging cock shoved tightly in her mouth.
Now, moaning and mewling between them, she began to twitch and squeal wantonly under the double pleasure and thrust up against both young men more urgently. Her small white teeth nibbled tantalizingly at her boyfriend's lip-sheathed cock as it surged with ever increasing tempo into her sucking mouth. Meanwhile, she clenched her thighs in a warm milking action against the pillaging cock methodically screwing into the warmly moist channel of her fire-filled young cuntal channel.
The ecstasy of the moment built to near explosion within the young girl as she tried to suck with the massive cock fucking her from behind, and as it slammed harder and harder into her willingly receptive cunt, the hardened shaft caressing the smooth walls of her vagina all the while, its blunt-headed tip battered her cervix and pummeled it brutally. The room seemed to be spinning around her and seemed to be illuminated by strange, glowing colors, blinding and flashing all around her just like the electrifying sensations that were shooting through her body to the very depths of her lust-filled soul.
Bob Hampton felt the soft moistness of his girl friend's tongue swirling madly around the apex of his penis and flicking magically all around the entire shaft and with a hungry lust he flexed his buttocks, watching Becky's long red hair fly as her head bobbed up and down. At the same time he reveled in his view of her bucking buttocks, relentlessly crashing back against the hammering, still swelling cock of his older brother. It was an incredible sight, almost like a mirage, but he wondered why she didn't choke from the throat-battering lunges of his massively swollen instrument. Great churning heat was building towards a fiery culmination in his heavy testicles and he could see tiny glistening rivulets in his heavy testicles and he could see tiny glistening rivulets of sweat rolling in streams from the side of Becky's firm, smooth-skinned body as she bucked eagerly between him and his older brother like a woman possessed.
Suddenly, his thoughts were interrupted by the urgent sound of his brother's voice. "Becky! Fuck back! Harder! Harder, damn it! Before I bust my balls! Oooohhh! Come on ... harder!
That's it. . . fuck back! Aaaarrruugh!"
Becky responded immediately and instinctively, wallowing in the salacious pleasure of her lust, raising and lowering her silky smooth buttocks against the brother's blood-pressured cock, driving it back inside her, deep up into her tremulous little belly, sending vibrations of delight surging through her. She was completely within the grip of her abandoned passion and she felt as though nothing this gloriously joyous could ever possibly happen to her again in her lifetime so she was going to enjoy every single moment of it while it lasted. Nothing this delerously fantastic could be real ... it had to be a dream . . . but it was, she never wanted to awaken from its exquisite ecstasy!
"Ooooohhhh! Aaarrruuugh!" she managed to moan around the mouth-filled cock which seemed on the verge of exploding deep into the back of her throat.
But it was Toby who screamed first. Becky, taking her cue, pounded back at his pelvis frantically with her clenching ass, squeezing and milking at his passion-pulsing cock vigorously in a mad attempt to hurry her own climax. It was only a split-second later, or so it seemed, that she felt the hot boiling liquid of her cum-juices shooting deep up into her eagerly sucking cunt. The hotly spewing juices only reminded her ofher own desperate need to reach that ultimate glory and every contraction of Toby's penis as it jerked out its load reminded her of her own flame-devouring need to reach that pinnacle of delightful rapture.
The young girl almost began to panic as she felt Toby's bludgeoning cock begin to grow soft and limp within her hotly clasping pussy and she cried out in the frenzy of her anxiety. "Oooohhhh . ... I'm so . . . close . . . got to cum . . . cum . . . " she wailed mindlessly around Bob's still rampaging cock.
In her wild, maniacal need for her own satisfaction, Becky sucked at Bob's lust-plunging penis like she had never, done before. She watched it as the thick, pummeling instrument disappeared in between her tightly ovalled lips as Bob drove furiously with his tight male buttocks, sinking his hotly throbbing organ into her moist warm mouth until his coarse pubic hair brushed the tip of his girl friend's nose. His heavy testicles danced lewdly beneath, slapping in unison with his powerful thrusts against her perilously upraised chin as she strived urgently towards her ultimate release. Then, his climax rolling out of his thunderclap of lust, Bob suddenly jerked his cock within her voraciously sucking mouth and she knew that he, too, had finally achieved the sublime satisfaction she so frantically desired.
Like an exploding volcano, that madly lurching pole began to spew hot cum directly into the back of her throat, the thick spurts streaming from the tip his girl friend's nose. His heavy testicles danced lewdly beneath, slapping in unison with his powerful thrusts against his periously upraised chin as she strived urgently towards her ultimate release. Then, his climax rolling out of his balls like a thunderclap of lust, Bob suddenly jerked his cock within her voraciously sucking mouth and she knew that he too, had finally achieved the sublime satisfaction she so frantically desired.
Like an exploding volcano that madly lurching pole began to spew hot cum directly into the back of her throat, the thick spurts streaming from the tip like a floodtide, filling her mouth to the brim. Becky swallowed hard, voraciously, greedily, trying with a frantic desperation to milk out ever last hot drop of the fire-filled liquid as her Adam's apple bobbed up and down, rapidly attempting to keep pace with the wildly ejaculating cock squirting its load of lewe male cum deep into her hungry mouth. Bob's brother groaned at the obscene spectacle as Bob throbbed out the last of his cock's fiery load of semen, and then a; thin string of her tightly clasped lips. He couldn't believe the way that girl sucked cock, the way she moved still forward to keep Bob's now deflating cock between her lips until her own climax could overwhelm her.
Which it did about one split-second later. Like an avalanche, it crashed down upon her nakedly thrashing body, completely racking her with convulsive spasMs. Wave after wave of the exquisitely ecstatic pleasure surged through her hotly frantic loins and lewdly dancing breasts, devouring her entire mind and body in the devine rapture of her longr-sought release. Her mouth opened now in a soundless scream and her eyes clenched tightly shut as the tremors continued to wrack her naked flesh, explosions of light illuminating the back of her mind, electrifying shocks of pleasure bolting through every nerve-fiber of her young body. She had never experienced an orgasm so overpowering, so mind-boggling, so. gloriously magnificently complete!
At last, exhausted, she fell forward against her young boyfriend's knees. Turning her still flushed face up towards his smiling countenance, she whispered hoarsely, "Not bad, not bad." And then she laughed, a lewdly seductive and provocative giggle which explained her pleasure better than any words she could have chosen.
"It'll get better," Bob smiled back at her, caressing her long, flowing red hair with a gentle hand. "We have a lot of other tricks in our bag, baby."
Already the eighteen year-old girl began to relive the exquisite pleasure she had just discovered; the way she felt when Bob's hot sperm spewed deep into her warmly sucking mouth in great, gushing torrents, and the way it billowed a fiery furnace in her stomach when she was swallowing the white, burning ejaculations. And the way the flames of lust licked at her soft-walled womb when Toby's cum-laden cock had emptied its scalding load into the madly milking depths of her cock-hungry cunt and the resulting swarms of swirling fireballs that raced through her entire nakedly thrashing young body.
"See ... your Mom wasn't kidding this morning when she said she couldn't control herself," Bob chided his still rapturous young girl friend.
Her mother! The abandoned young girl had forgotten entirely about her mother, about that disgraceful episode she had discovered that moring between Mom and Bob. But now . . . was it so disgraceful after all? Was Becky's own mindless passion simply a mirror-image of the devouring lust which had consumed her mother that morning? Could it be possible . . .
The confused young girl rolled over to lay on her back, her legs falling open absently as she stared at some vague point in space somewhere in the direction of the ceiling. Then, sharply, she glanced back at the handsome, smiling face of her twenty-one year-old boyfriend. Maybe, Becky thought, I have been wrong all along . . . perhaps it was Bob who seduced Mom, just as he has since seduced me, and not the other way around! Yes . . . that would make a lot more sense . . . it was Bob and his insatiable lust-appetite which had precipitated that orgy scene that morning by the pool.with her wonderful mother! He had somehow gotten her mother to that mindlessly delerious state which he had just brought her to . . . and then, her mother, helplessly aroused beyond all control, went beserk with the long-smothered passions of her carnal desires! Her mother was innocent! Not only innocent, but wonderfully human, subject to all the natural human instincts which Becky was only just beginning to discover in herself! Her mother was simply a woman, with all the sexual drives and desires of any normal woman, but, unlike her daughter, she had no opportunity for a regular release of those drives and desires. And so, when a ripe opportunity had presented itself, she had quite naturally succumbed to her primitive and uncontrollable instincts!
Slowly, as if gripped by the stunning magnitude of her magnificant revelation, the young girl rose to her feet. Her mother's words, begging for forgiveness and understanding, slowly filtered into her still astounded brain and in a flash she realized just exactly what had happened that fateful morning out back by the
"swimming pool.
"I'm going home," she announced suddenly grabbing her clothing but not bothering even to put it on as she raced madly towards the door. "W-what?" Bob and Toby stammered in unison.
Bob took her roughly by the arm, turning her to face him. "You can't go now," he protested, "just when all the fun is starting!"
"Yes I can and I am!" she roared back, a grim determination in her tremoring young voice. "I've got to talk to my mother ... to tell her . . . that it's alright . . . about this morning . . . tell her I understand . . . that everything is OK ..." she babbled mindlessly in her enthusiastic excitement. "She's got to know . . . right away . . . I've got to tell her. God, it's so wonderful! I feel like I've just discovered America!" And with that she raced headlong out into the night, her naked breasts jiggling lewdly, her fully voluptuous ass-cheeks dancing madly as she ran towards the car, clothes in hand.
"Well, I'll be damned ..." Toby muttered as he stood by the doorway with his stunned brother, wagging his blond head back and forth. "I'll be damned . . . never did understand women . .... crazy creatures, aren't they?"
Bob stood thoughtfully for a long moment, his mouth open, his eyes blinking in disbelief. Knowing Becky as well as he did, it didn't take the handsome young man long to realize what had just happened. Becky had simply come to realize that she and her mother weren't so different after all, that they were driven by the same powerful sexual urges which, once released, became a tidal wave of uncontrollable lust. The two of them . . . exactly alike . . . two creatures propelled by the awesome power of their lust...
He snapped his fingers, whirled around to face his older brother. "That's it!" he cried as if he had just discovered the secrets of the universe. "Why didn't I think of that before? When does Peggy get home?" he asked breathlessly.
"Well . . . she ought to be home in about an hour I guess. Why?" his perplexed older brother asked.
"Because when she gets home we're all three of us going for a little ride."
"Yeah? Where?"
"To visit Becky and her mother! God, what an orgy that's going to be!"
Toby smiled appreciatively at the ingenuity of his younger brother.
Chapter Seven
Becky Thompson pulled the large car into the driveway and brought it to a halt. The bright glaring headlights illuminated the front of the house where she had grown up and she paused for a moment, staring at that familiar front door, before turning off the ear, grabbing her clothing, and running towards that door. The night was moonless and very dark, but the stars shimmered gaily above her like millions of sparkling diamonds.
At the front door, the young teenage vgirl paused for a moment, her hand fastened to the doorknob, hoping that her mother would welcome her with open arMs. After all, Becky had made quite a scene that morning after she had found her mother wildly, frantically fucking her own twenty-one year old boyfriend. The sight of their two naked bodies so rapturously entwined, with Bob's thickly throbbing cock slithering eagerly in and out of her mother's madly clasping cunt had, she reflected now, made her more jealous than angry. She had felt betrayed by them both, but especially by her mother whose loyalty she had never for a moment doubted before.
But then, after the wild orgy of sex and passion at Bob's brother's house, she had come to realize fully what the uncontrollable desire for sex could mean. She realized, too, that the desire to fuck was not disgusting or perverted, no matter who the two people involved, but simply the following of pure and natural instincts. Moreover, the young girl knew that nothing involving sex could be bad as long as it delivered pleasure to the people involved.
Yes, what her mother had done that morning was neither shameful or wrong. Quite the contrary. She had merely been following her natural and powerful instincts and Becky had been wrong to judge her so harshly. Especially, she thought, since her mother had had no outlet for her passions in such a long time. Of course, she should have searched for some sort of relief long before this ... Peter Banks, no doubt, would have made a very willing and pleasing partner. She would have to talk to her mother about Peter Banks. But first she had more important things to talk about, Becky Thompson turned the doorknob and walked silently into the darkened home where she had been raised to young womanhood.
After her daughter had left, and after the first blood-stopping shock of discovery had passed, Alice Thompson had lain in her bed for a while, staring at the ceiling, wondering where her daughter had gone and when, if ever, she would come, back so that the young mother could at least try to explain the passions which had possessed her. Later she had taken a bath, but while the warm bubbly water had soothed her aching and bruised body, it had done little to soothe the aching in her soul. Afterwards she had padded down to the kitchen to find something to eat. But she couldn't. Food and sleep and rest had little relevence to her life now, she realized ruefully, so she went instead to the liquor cabinet and poured herself first one then another stiff shot of brandy.
As the hot liquid slipped down her throat, the young mother began to relax a little. Her hands ceased their fearful trembling and her knees began to regain some of their former strength. Caught in a web of guilt and frustration, the young mother found that the brandy helped both to calm her nerves and relieve the gnawing anxiety praying upon her tormented mind. If only she hadn't succumbed to the torturing pressures of her long-denied desires! If only . . .
Later Alice had laid down on the couch. Suddenly, she felt very warm. Her body began to perspire and her head began to swim. Taking off her robe, she stretched out on the couch and closed her eyes. There she was, she thought, in all of her wretched glory, her naked body illuminated by the dull yellow light of the couch-side lamp. And it was a lovely body still ... snowy crests of rounded young breasts; her flat, unmarked stomach; the dark forest ofpubic down resting so temptingly between her creamy smooth thighs. As her eyes traced the voluptuous lines of her body, she realized that it was this very body which had brought about her torment and had, perhaps, cost her the love and respect of her darling young daughter. All that was important to her in the world, all that she had left to care for, had flown out the front door in an understandable fit of rage and might never, ever, return.
Where had Becky run off to, her mother wondered for the hundredth time that day. How she wished Becky had stayed long enough for some sort of explanation! Oh, if she was only here right now! The thought of her daughter never coming home, of being prey to all the cruelty and evil of the world without a mother's guidance to help her along made Alice Thompson suddenly feel ill. Of course, she was with Bob . . . but their romance could fade and die with the setting sun. No, that boy was no guarantee of Becky's safety especially with his virile, insatiable sexual demands!
For one brief moment, the young mother pondered calling the police to report her daughter as a Missing Person. But she quickly gave up that notion as both foolish and silly. It might tell her where Becky had gone, but it wouldn't convince the tormented young girl to come home again to her loving mother. Besides, it might get her daughter into trouble and would certainly do nothing but make her all the more resentful towards a mother who had already betrayed her once that day. Angl then, too, the awful truth might come out and everybody would know just how shamelessly she had cavorted that morning in her own backyard with a twenty-one year-old boy... and her daughter's boyfriend at that! Everyone would laugh at her and scorn her and she would lose what little tenuous hopes she had of someday establishing a meaningful relationship with Peter Banks. Her friends and neighbors would be appalled and would shun her like the plague.
Oh but she had needed that sexual outlet so badly. Wasn't there anyone who could understand the frustration and torment she had suffered for the past year and even before that? Was there nobody who could understand the powerful, driving urges which had compelled her to succumb to the fiery flames raging within her loins? She was, she realized, sorry that she had given vent to her furious passions with young Bob ... if only she had allowed herself to encourage the advances of Peter Banks, a man who showed a tender affection and a carnal desire for her so often during the past six months! If she had simply allowed herself to follow her natural feelings and instincts before, then the lurid orgy of this morning never would have happened!
She recalled with mixed anguish and pleasure how she had bucked and twisted so helplessly under the thick, hardened penis of young Bob Hampton. Once more she looked down on her radiant, shining young body and, strangely enough, she could no longer either see or feel the bruises that he had left behind. As she concentrated on the ample fullness of her voluptuous breasts, she thought of how the young man had taken their taut, puckish uplift and made them come vibrantly, thrillingly alive; made her come alive, she was forced to confess, for the first time in years; and beg for his young cock to plunge into her tongue-tortured vagina as if it was born to do nothing else. She squeezed her eyes shut again as the erotic recollections surged through her nakedness . . . and that strange, familiar little tingling of lust once again began to tickle her loins.
If only it hadn't been young Bob Hampton! Her daughter would not habe become so distraught and angry had she discovered her mother being rammed by any other penis than his. She would have been glad, in fact, to learn that her mother's body had been reawakened from the dull grey shadow-world of frustration in which it had lived for so long . . . too long . . . yes, much too long. Of course, the young mother realized that an inexperienced girl like Becky might now quite fully realize the importance of such a vivid reawakening, might not quite grasp the intensity of the fire that was much higher than her low level of experience. But still ...
In spite of herself, the memories of that morning, of the boys' anxiously pulsing prick sliding easily up into the cock-starved chamber of her quivering vagina, aroused once again those twitches of anticipated pleasure in the young mother's long-neglected cunt. Her fingertips cooled her hot flesh and almost against her own will, Alice Thompson found that she was touching one rosy nipple, making the rosebud flower and harden and begin to pulse with excitement. Shuddering, she quickly took her hand away, only to have it settle, unguided by her conscious effort, on the darkly curling underbrush of her vaginal "vee". Her pink-rimmed cunt lips seemed to palpitate and spasm through their covering of softly curling pubic hair, and as tender as her satiated vagina still was, she involuntarily spread her long slender legs out and drew those fevered lips apart so that her glistening pussy slit and tiny peeking clitoris were visible, and the darker opening to her cunt tingled madly as the young mother strained against her rising passion.
Groaning, Alice shivered, the blood rising to flush her cheeks as more vibrantly than ever the memories of her daughter's young and virile boyfriend came back to her with his magnifi-cant, pulsing cock and heavy, swaying testicles.
Oh, the way she had so confidently, so masterfully fucked into the moist, soft-walled pussy which was now quivering of its own volition down between the sensitive flesh of her satiny smooth thighs! Oh, Bob!
The young mother's hips dug back against the invasion of her imagination, and before she realized how fully she had again succumbed to her own fiery lust-cravings, she began to rub her palms lightly around her inner thighs, spiralling ever closer to her hair-framed cuntal mouth, her fingers gently moving back and forth over her hot flesh ... an overwhelming tide of rekindled passion began to flood over her nakedness once again, a flame only slightly fueled by the vivid recollection of her shattering climax with the boy named Bob ...
One hand now moved slowly along the sensuous curves of her naked flesh, travelling like a flickering flame up towards the lush mounds of her bountiful breasts. Reaching these quivering peaks, that hand began, as if with a mind of its own, to tenderly caress the satiny-smooth skin, molding itself around the soft pliancy of that quivering globe and massaging its tender sensitive flesh. The young mother groaned softly as her fiery firlgertips touched the tautly distended bud of her pink-hued nipples, tweaking and teasing them into vibrantly pulsing life, recalling how Bob had so skillfully brought them to rigid hardness only that morning as he reawakened those long-dormant sensations which were even now swirling madly through her fever-filled loins".
Suddenly, Alice Thompson sat bolt upright. A noise . . . she was sure she had heard a noise ... the front door? Was that the front door closing? Who ... at this hour of the night . . . who could it possiblyf
Becky?
Had Becky finally decided to come home ... to forgive her?
Before the disturbed young mother had a chance to organize her spiraling thoughts and emotions, before she had a chance to grab for her robe to cover her voluptuous nakedness, her daughter came rushing in to the semi-darkness of the room and flung herself down onto the couch beside her mother, throwing her young arms around her mother's neck and pulling her naked body close. Tears began to flow from the happy young mother's eyes as her daughter's words invaded her ears.
"Oh Mom! Please, forgive me for the way I acted this morning! I was . . . such a fool. You . . . you . . . you weren't so terribly wrong ... I ... I ... "
"Shh, shhh, it's ok now," her mother comforted the highly emotional, quivering young girl. It wasn't until then that Alice noticed that her daughter was naked also! "You're too upset now, darling . . . calm down ... it's ok."
Becky drew back from her mother's comforting embrace and looked at her mother's lovely, tear-streaked face and smiled through her own gushing tears. "Don't you understand, Mother? I'm not upset! I'm happy! I'm so terribly happy!" And then, in her overwrought excitement, she once again embraced her mother and pulled her quivering naked flesh to her own. "I . . . don't understand," the confused young mother said. "I thought . . . you hated and despised me . . . that you could never forgive me for what I did!"
"Oh God, Mom! I did! And how wrong I was!" she exclaimed excitedly, the tears flooding in happy streams down her flushed cheeks, her eyes gleaming, her lips trembling. "I realized ... realized how natural your desires were . . . how wrong I was to judge you so harshly . . . after all that you've been through ... I know now ..."
"Oh Becky, darling," her mother responded, drawing her naked daughter tight against her own tremulous breast, hugging her darling daughter tightly to her, trying to understand the fevered rambling words coming from Becky's young mouth. She didn't know exactly what had caused this revelation and for the moment she didn't care. She also didn't understand why her daughter was naked, what had happened to send her daughter running home without any clothes on her back ... but no matter. Becky was home, safe, once more wrapped in her mother's loving arms and she was obviously determined to forgive her mother of the wretched betrayal of that morning's fucking with Bob Hampton. "Oh my darling," she repeated, her hands caressing the girl's back and shoulders as Becky cried copious tears. Alice hugged her close, feeling the warmth of her naked young body against her, smelling her sweet young hair and feeling her daughter's firm, rounded breasts against her own ripely swelling globes, nipples against nipples. She didn't understand what had brought her daughter home to her arms and for the moment she didn't care.
"Oh darling Becky," she crooned, "I love you so much. I was so miserable when you left this morning. I feel so . . . terribly wretched
... so shamefully wrong ... I'm so sorry, darling ... so very sorry ..."
"Oh Mother," Becky wailed, "I love you too. And you didn't do anything so terribly wrong. You are still the most wonderful mother a girl ever had!"
Alice smiled ruefully, kissing the tender, tear-stained cheeks nearest to her, still running her hands along her daughter's sweet young back. "I know I've done a horrible thing to you, darling. But I'm so glad you can forgive me!"
"Forgive you? You should forgive me for the way I behaved!" "W-What? I .... . don't understand, darling."
"That's just it! I'm the one who understands! I understand everything now!" the young daughter exclaimed excitedly. "It was just your . . . natural instincts . . . just your basic human desires . . . and we all of us have those same instincts and desires! There was nothing wrong or perverted about what you did! Oh Mother, we're so much alike you and I! We've both been denying ourselves for much too long!"
Alice wasn't quite sure she understood . . . and was afraid, at the same time, that she understood only too well. The mother and daughter lay on the couch for a long time, silent and swaying together in their mutual love and new-found respect, rebuilding the faith and trust they had had for one another all through the past eighteen years. Their minds were both whirling with their own private thoughts of guilt and recrimination, of love and forgiveness, which only served to cement their common bond further. They both understood now what it meant to be a woman and this revelation drew them closer together than they had ever been before.
"Mother . . . do you realize," Becky began hesitantly, "that we can both be more true to ourselves from now on? That we-can both throw away those old ideas of morality and simply behave according to out most basic and human instincts, no matter what the world tells us is right and wrong!"
"I . . . think I understand what you mean," her mother whispered, at one excited and afraid of this mind-shattering truth. Becky was absolutely right, of course. In spite of the things her own mother had taught her to believe as good and right or wicked and sinful, Alice Thompson now realized that only those things which brought pleasure were good and those which brought pain were wrong. It was a hedonistic attitude to be sure, but it was also the only attitude that made any sense to her, that seemed compatible with her newly-discovered natural human desires.
In a crazy sort of way, Alice thought, all the hurt and fear and distress she had endured were beginning to turn out for the better. And, as she looked at the lovely face of her eighteen year old daughter, she seemed to suddenly feel calmer, more relaxed and more loving than ever before. She felt as if they had established a new and harmonious communion with each other, as though new avenues of love and communication had suddenly opened up to them and that from now on their relationship would flourish without false barriers and hidden secrets. It was going to be a beautiful new existence for the two women together!
"Mom?" Becky asked poignantly. "Can I ask you a personal question?"
"Of course, darling. Ask anything you like. And I'll try to answer as honestly as I can."
"Have you ever . . . well, you know . . . I've sometimes . . . well, when I get really excited and Bob isn't around, I've sometimes . . . fingered myself. Have you done that, too?"
Alice winced. Suddenly, her daughter seemed unaccountably old for her years. Suddenly she was delving into the most hidden, innermost of all Alice's secrets, the most shameful part of her being. Or was it so shameful? Perhaps it was instead simply a measure of the depths of her passions, an indication of the overpowering intensity of her natural female desires? Maybe it wasn't the God-awful sin that her mother had always taught her it was . . . slowly the word formed in her mind and for the first time in her life she didn't shun it . . . masturbation!
"Yes," the young mother responded hollowly. "There were times when I wanted your father so badly ... so very badly . . . but he was working late ... or he came home so tired that I simply couldn't wake him up . . . sometimes it was like a nightmare ... I simply couldn't control myself ..."
"But don't you see, mother? You shouldn't even have tried!"
Alice Thompson gulped. A strange, hot tingling was beginning again in her tremulous belly. Should she tell her daughter . . .yes, she had to!
"Becky, what I'm going to tell you ...
may sound horrible . . . but I ..."
"Go ahead, mother. Please. Don't be afraid."
The young mother could feel her fingers trembling as she ran her hands lovingly along her young daughter's shoulders and down her lovely long arMs. Not daring to look the lovely young girl in the eyes, Alice bent her head down and spoke as if in a dream, her words seeming to come from some strange region she had never explored before.
"Last night . . .1 came downstairs after you had gone to bed . . . and I heard noises coming from the guest room . . . " Suddenly the young mother's throat felt dry and her tongue like a wad Of cotton. She heard her daughter gasp, but continued courageously with her confession. "And I saw you and Bob in there . . .fucking (yes, why not use the word!) . .-. and the sight of it excited me so much . . . (the words blurted out almost of their own accord now) that I sat there and fingered my cunt until I couldn't control myself!"
"OhJ Mom!" the young girl exclaimed with a breathless relief. "I know exactly how you feel! I got excited this morning, too, when I was watching you and Bob! And there were other times . . . watching some pornographic movies up at college . . . and I couldn't control myself either! I had to finger myself until I could cum! I just had to have some relief!"
Alice sat staring down at her hands as if they were strange and alien beings. Then her gaze roamed down to her dark-haired pubic mound and to the even now quivering vagina which had felt those fingers so often in its moist warmth. Slowly, the next words stumbled from her mouth before she realized what she was saying. "And I was fingering myself when you came home just now. I was lying here . . . thinking . . .remembering how wonderful I had felt this morning when Bob . . . fucked me . . . and I found myself becoming more and more aroused ..."
"Oh Mother! I know! I know exactly what it feels like! It gnaws at you and tickles you and teases you until you just can't stand it anymore!" The young daughter gazed at the same soft pubic mound that attracted her mother's inflamed eyes . . . and her breath caught in her lungs. She turned to face the fully developed and sensuously alluring body of her beautiful young mother on the couch beside her, unable to take her eyes away from the nakedly displayed sexuality of her cunt, that same cunt that had so feverishly received Bob's long slithering young cock and which had been filled to overflowing with his potent young sperm. Yes, that same love-hole that had before received her mother's lust-propelled fingers into its clinging channel.
It was a very strange feeling which came over the overwrought young girl just then. She had, of course, seen other .pendulous breasts and pinkly glistening vagina both in high school and in college ... but, oddly enough, she had never reacted quite this way before. This was her mother, the woman she had loved and admired for all of her eighteen years, the woman she was so very close to both in appearance and in temperament. This woman was her own flesh-and-blood, and she was instinctively attracted to the womb which had sheltered her until she was ready to enter the world. There it was, only inches away from her trembling fingers, so close that she could almost feel its radiating warmth, its fiery heat. There it was, the region of her own conception, softly protected by the curve of one firm, softly smooth thigh and the slightly puffy protective lips. Her own genitals began to tingle crazily in response to the carnal fire of her thoughts . . . Alice Thompson swallowed hard. She had always felt nothing but stupendous shame at having used her own probing fingers to satisfy the gnawing hunger of her own unrequired sex drives . . . but now that attitude slowly seemed to be changing. Suddenly, it didn't seem quite so sinful to her now. Slowly, she began to see her own acts as merely an honest effort to appease the burning sexual desires which she had no other means of satiating. Her stomach felt like a thousand butterflies hovering with flapping wings, and her breath seemed to grow harder to draw into her lungs as she sat, staring at the sensuously naked body of her young daughter, a body so like her own had been when she herself was eighteen years old. Those voluptuously flaring hips ... those sensitive thighs ... those lovely quivering, pink-crested breasts ...
the long line of her slender throat , . . and this was her daughter!
The young mother began to realize now that the only thing wrong with masturbation was the guilt her own mother had taught her to associate with such an act. And, again, the only thing wrong with admiring the voluptuously curved body of her daughter was the guilt that she had always been taught to attach to such passionate feelings. She realized that her attitude was rapidly becoming hedonistic, that the pleasure stored in her daughter's young body was suddenly becoming more and more attractive and alluring to her. But why, she thought, should I place artificial and arbitrary restraints on my feelings and desires? What has it brought me all these years except misery and pain? Why not enjoy all the pleasure that one can find in this life, after all?
And then Becky's words began to filter into the fog of her mind. At first she couldn't understand them. There were merely sounds which somehow managed to penetrate into her brain. But soon the words took shape and meaning . . . and as she listened, she found her own excitement building, building, building to a fever-pitch in her aching, seeping cunt.
"... and Mom, I wan ted them! Both Bob and his brother Toby! I wanted them both to fuck me ... but it didn't matter who they were or why we were there. I simply needed a cock in my cunt and I needed that other one in my mouth, too!"
Alice Thompson grappled with her conscience to try to fathom the meaning of her daughter's words. Yes, she knew the feeling alright, knew the insane desire to feel a thick, heavy cock slithering up into the furnace of fire-filled cunt . . . and Becky was right . . . sometimes it didn't really matter whose cock it was! Still stroking her lovely daughter's naked back and shoulders, feeling a strange excitement leaping from Becky's flesh through her fingertips to nibble at her groin, the young mother finally looked straight into her daughter's liquor-clouded eyes with undeniable love.
"Yes, darling, I think you are right," she said in a softly soothing voice. "After all, why shouldn't a woman enjoy sex as much as a man does?" And she drew her daughter's naked trembling flesh close to hers once more. "Sometimes love and sex can't be separated. And sometimes they can. It's all simply a matter of your own best judgment."
Suddenly, the mother and daughter felt closer to each other than they had ever felt before in their lives. Because for the first time they were talking together as two women rather than as mother and daughter. They felt the common bond of their powerful sexual drives and the common bond of their past mistakes. Suddenly the world of sexual adventure and discovery seemed a little less terrifying for both of them as they sat huddled together nakedly on the couch, a tentative smile flickering at the young mother's lips.
Alice looked down and spread her legs slightly apart. She looked down past her ruby-hardened nipples and alabaster breasts to her darkly forested pubic mound, with its thin, pink slit where Becky had emerged so many years before. She placed a tentative finger in her cuntal valley, opening the pinkly glistening flesh to pubic view. That entire coral canyon was already wet with the secretions of her own pulsing lust as she stared mutely at it. Suddenly, she realized just what those secretions meant, just exactly had propelled her desire to the boiling point.
"Oh Becky, I do love you so much!" the young mother cried as she smiled down at the teenager's beautiful young face and then at the lovely body stretched out now beside her on the couch. Her eyes feasted down past Becky's smooth shoulders, down her sides and gently curving breasts, down to where her hips swelled from the slimness of her youthful waist. Alice drank in the loveliness of her own creation, admiring the girl's smooth abdomen and long legs, and then she turned her gaze to the glistening crevice between her spreading legs, between those velvet-smooth thighs which were visibly trembling beside her.
"Darling . . . darling Becky," she crooned as if entranced, "open your thighs . . . open them, darling ... let me touch your cunt, my beautiful daughter!"
Alice knew now beyond a doubt that she was excited by her daughter's tempting cunt, although she couldn't explain why. She only understood the tickling, tremulous sensations that fluttered in her own cunt which could only be satisfied by the lovely little cunt of her alluring young teenage daughter. She watched as, with a soft, moaning sigh, her daughter rolled her legs apart to reveal the secret sanctuary of her womanhood to her mother's hungry gaze. Alice gasped at the enticing sight of her tender, pink vaginal slit with its fleshy, pulsing lips swelling and throbbing with desire, and her red pubic hair matted with the juices of Toby's thick white cum.
Alice took a deep breath, trying to reach some semblance of composure, trying to steady her nerves and with quivering hands she reached out to touch her daughter's wet, soft vaginal mouth of love, stroking her gentle hand back and forth over that tempting opening.
"Oooohhhh! Ummmmmmm!" Becky groaned and spasmed suddenly from the delicious contact. Suddenly, the young girl felt a lightening-like jolt shiver through her loins and she succumbed to the quivering excitement of her mother's probing touch without any thought of resisting. It was a more exciting sensation that rippled through her loins than any she had ever known before. A small voice echoed dimly in the back of her mind that her feelings and reactions were wrong, but she hardly heard the voice and wouldn't have paid any attention to it even if she did!
As the delirious young mother continued to lovingly stroke the softly moist flesh of her young daughter's delectable cunt, she felt intense stabs of fiery desire radiating from her lust-fevered loins up through her quivering breasts. Her hand wandered as if with a life of its own back to her daughter's moon-rounded buttocks and back again along the barely mature canyon of her daughter's cunt, up through her sparse grove of red pubic hair and back to her pulsing vaginal lips. The girl shuddered and gasped for air, her trembling legs spreading wider in open invitation to her mother's salacious caresses and one leg bent in the air as Becky turned and arched her loins forward. Alice could see the hairless, puckered mouth of Becky's anal opening and she shuddered reflexively.
"Oh God, Becky!" Alice cried, unable to stop the roaming exploration of her searching hand as it traversed the moist cuntal crevice of her lovely young daughter. A thrill more vibrant and fiery than any she had ever felt before raced through her quivering body and it was all she could do to keep from crying aloud again.
But her daughter, too, was highly aroused and new thoughts began to flicker inside her lust-fevered brain. Oral love between two women was something she had always heard about but had never really had the nerve or desire to try before. But as her mother's passion-provoked fingers gently caressed her inflamed pubic lips and hair, as they parted the soft, moist hot crevice gently stroking along the open slit between her parted thighs, the young teenager undulated her hips slightly and felt the moist hot juices of her desire seeping from that love-stroked cunt. She was not only powerless to stop the lewd ministrations of her mother, she didn't want to stop them!
The young girl turned now to gaze wide-eyed at her mother's vagina beside her, at her enticing pink flesh and the little sparkling droplets that formed a glistening pattern on the soft, lovely skin. Becky breathed in the sweet womanly scent of her mother's seeping cunt, quivering as the surges of desire raced through her boiling blood. Unable to resist, she reached out with one tentative finger and brushed it tantalizingly over the lower belly and inner thighs, circling the coral edges of her mother's deliciously tempting cunt. Her skin was so soft, so warm, so smooth and velvety to the touch!
"Oh God, Becky! Oooooohhhh!" her mother moaned in response, her body convulsing from the unexpected yet pleasure-packed stimulation to her fiery cunt. She was lost now to the insatiable demands of her own rampant desire as her eyes feasted on the soft pink flesh before her burning eyes, at the flame-colored triangle of her child's pubic curls and taut ruby lips and the way that her delectable young cunt was flowering open as young Becky widened her legs still further. The young mother, lost in the mire of her passions, moaned and groaned softly as her daughter continued to move her eager, trembling fingers around her pussy, stroking like fiery feathers, and Alice arched her buttocks in response as her legs slowly fell further and further apart.
Alice was completely beside herself now as her daughter began to stroke her cunt in earnest. She felt Becky's extended middle finger run along the slit of her flowering pussy, up and down and felt it slowly part the moistly soft vaginal lips like a knife going through butter. The teenage girl, entranced by her own erotic ministrations, located her mother's erect little clitoris and tweaked it, rubbing it around and sliding her fingers in the moistly throbbing mouth of her steaming cunt, her mind a whirling mass of drenching desire more vivid and vibrant than any she had ever experienced before.
The lust-tormented young mother rolled her head from side to side and a tortured gasp slipped out from the back of her throat. Unable to control her own devouring passions any longer, she dipped her head forward and her hot breath blew like a flickering flame into the open pink mouth of her daughter's quivering vagina. Her tongue snaked out from between her lush red lips and made tingling contact with the girl's wet cunt. Alice felt her daughter shiver and heard her cry for more, more, more! Her own mother had been wrong! This was not the most horrid of all perversions but the most sensational of all pleasures! Sex was as much a part of loving as anything else, even if this was her own daughter!
With unrestrained passion, the young mother feverishly lashed out with her moist tongue and licked and kissed her daughter's cunt and, in response, Becky parted her thighs and drew her legs still higher and outward so that her mother had a more exposed plane of seething flesh to lovingly tongue-lash! "Ooooooohhhhh! Eeeeeeeee!" the eighteen year old girl cried in her outlandish passion, her own fingers still madly worming and exploring the secret depths of her mother's enticing pink cunt. Now she clutched the excitedly throbbing twin buttocks mounds of her mother with one hand while the other continued to tease at the softly moist lips of her tingling cunt.
Becky Thompson simply couldn't control herself any longer, the enticing sight of her mother's pinkly displayed cunt acting like a powerful magnet to the young girl. Dipping he own head into that steaming valley, she eagerly tangled her lips and mouth in the dark grove of her mother's pubic curls. She then licked hot, molten paths all the way along the softly fluted cuntal lips, right down to her mother's tiny puckered anus, then back up through that fire-filled canyon again to where she could teasingly nip and nibble at the erectly throbbing clitoris. The beautiful sweet smell of her mother's womanly secret invaded her nostrils and her own pussy ached almost painfully at the lust-flamed mouthings of her wonderful mother.
"Aaarrruuugh!" Alice moaned with a cunt-muffled voice and she heard her daughter's unrestrained moaning in response as she lay writhing beneath the lewd tongue-lathing of her deliriously excited young daughter. Yes, she wanted to become one with this ravishing daughter of hers just as she had become one with her husband so long ago to produce this child. Her body heaved and pumped against her daughter's feverishly working mouth, her thighs widening and she drew Becky's wet, richly seeping cunt closer into her flushed face.
"Oooohhhh! Ummmmmm! Eeeeeeoooo!" the young mother heard her daughter cry out loud as her own head moved down along her daughter's smooth, passion-moistened slit. With unabashed pleasure, she began to orally fuck Becky harder and faster, sliding her hot, wet tongue far along her own child's throbbing, hair-framed cunt and reveling in the incoherent whimperings her daughter produced as she in turn swirled and flicked her lips and tongue around her mother's soft, velvety interior, of pusatingly moist pussy flesh. She brought her hands around her daughter's hips, pushing her thighs up until the lust-thrashing youngster's saliva-drenched vagina was pressed tight and draped around her wet, slavering cheeks. Alice, too, spread her legs wide open so that her lovely daughter could cup her soft, white buttocks and thrust her fire-filled pink tongue and mouth deep, deep into the searing liquid depths of her flame-devoured loins ...
Chapter Eight
Bob Hampton saw the Thompson family car parked in the driveway where Becky had left it and, along with his brother and Lisa, Toby's girl friend, walked quietly to the front door. It was open. Surreptitiously, the three entered into the large foyer and immediately heard the moaning, groaning sounds of the two women who, unawares, continued their oral love-making on the soft living room couch. The three intruders cautiously approached the entrance to the living room and stood, transfixed in obscene awe at the lascivious sight before them.
Toby Hampton sucked in his breath. "Holy . . . this is absolutely incredible," he whispered to his companions.
"You're not kidding!" his voluptuous blonde girl friend agreed, licking her lips with a salacious grin.
"My God!" was all Bob Hampton could manage to stammer. He was astounded at the sexual fury of this young girl friend's lesbianism and that of her outrageously licking mother. He would never in a million years have imagined that these two women could be capable of such outlandish and yet exciting behavior. The sight of the young mother and daughter simultaneously absorbed in their writhing, thrashing sucking of each other's pink vaginal flesh and pulsing clitorises made him shiver and quake with unparalleled lust.
The three stood, still mesmerized, watching the two lust-driven women buck and spasm their way towards sublime orgasm, heard the mewlings and muffled moanings of enrapture-ment with lust-glazed eyes. It was obvious to them all that they had a lot of catching up to do with these madly licking, undulating women as they saw their passions crest to the final boiling release of climax before their very eyes. Without thinking about what they were doing, the three members of the audience stripped off all their clothing, throwing them mindlessly away onto the floor, and stood naked for a moment, still utterly captivated by the salacious scene before them.
Toby began unconsciously to stroke the throbbing long length of his rising cock, pulling the shaft skin back and forth and letting the fiery cum build in his testicles while he watched the erotic performance of the two convulsing, spasming women on the couch agonizing in the fiery pleasure of their ultimate glory. Whispering to his brother, he said "I'll take Mom. God, what those lovely lips are going to do to my cock!"
Bob Hampton chuckled lewdly. "Sure, why not? Me, I'm going to enjoy my sweet little girl friend again . . . only in a very different way . . . she has never let me fuck her that way before, but I have a feeling that this time she won't be able to refuse," he concluded, laughing almost too loud. "Come on," he urged and the two boys walked over towards the couch, their cocks pulsing madly, their heavy cum-laden balls swinging pendulously beneath their loins. "Let's go have some fun!"
The two women were straining their loins towards each other's mouths as if the source of all pleasure in the world lay in those hot, wet tongues and passion-pulsing lips. Sweat poured from Becky's tender young body as she strove towards the glorious release of her orgasm, only a precarious few moments away now as she writhed and moaned madly, her aunt devouring her mother's soft wet tongue, while her own wetly probing oral instrument continued its erotic pleasure within her mother's soft, velvety vagina.
Suddenly, the sex-crazed duo found themselves on the floor. They weren't sure how they had come to be there, but they realized that in the tumbling movement from the couch they had almost lost contact with each other's madly burning cunts. Like demons they fought to regain their previous positions, their trembling thighs eagerly wrapping around one another's passion-flushed faces as their tongues began to work with renewed fury along the lust-lubricated cuntal canyons where their passion burned like a forest fire gone out of control.
Alice was vaguely aware now of warm, hairy flesh near her upper body, settling close to where her daughter's widespread thighs were. She looked up and dimly saw a long, thick pole jutting towards her face. Becky, too, now became aware of bodies other than her own and her mother's, but she was too absorbed in her erotic passions to care. Her mother, however, with a jolting shock, realized now that she was staring at a penisl She wanted to scream in her shocked surprise, but was incapable of movement between the fiery force of Becky's tongue and hands holding her genitals tightly.
Alice was completely confused. There was a man in the room . . . perhaps more than one. Who? Bob Hampton? But how did he get there? She had no doubt about what he wanted, whoever he was. He wanted to satisfy his aching cock, that was obvious enough. Her immediate reaction was one of horror and surprise. But within moments she began to feel a new surge of lust-provoked desires throbbing through her trembling body and she knew that she wanted that cock! She realized with a sudden shudder that her daughter's tongue-lashing within the soft wails of her fevered cunt had only been a lewd prelude to the rampaging desires which now ravished her hotly aroused cuntal canyon at the sight of that pulsing pole of manhood only inches from her face.
"Suck it, Mrs. Thompson," a voice intoned, pressing its demand by leaning forward so that the blunt-headed tip of that purplish cock was only inches from her face. She felt it then pressing against her chin, being moved insinuatingly across the pumping crevice of her daughter's buttocks and directed towards her already busy mouth. But who . . . what . . . ?
"Go ahead, Mrs. Thompson. That's my brother Toby and his cock is just as good as mine," Bob Hampton offered as if able to read the young mother's thoughts. She turned then to see Bob, a lecherous grin lighting his face, stopping near her daughter's still busily working mouth.
"My God!" the young mother couldn't help exclaiming as her eyes shot back and forth, uncomprehending, from brother to brother.
"Yes, dear Alice, it's me. And my brother, Toby. And his girl, Peggy. We've all come to join the party. Now, while you're busy with my handsome brother over there, I'm going to take your lovely little girl in the ass. That is, if she wants me to!"
Alice Thompson recognized her daughter's voice but could hardly believe her ears. The poor girl was so aroused, so violently excited, that she didn't care how her satisfaction was achieved. Her words seemed to crash into the evening air like thunderclaps. "Ooooohhh! Yes, Bob! Yeeessss! Fuck my ass! Oh God, doit now! Before I go crazy!"
The young mother hardly realized what was happening as strong, masculine hands turned her around so that her daughter was free to perch of all fours to receive the burgeoning length of Bob Hampton's eagerly pulsing cock. Alice simply didn't have time to think nor did she have the will to object as her passions surged madly through her lust-boiling blood and she watched for a few brief moments the ravishment of her lovely young daughter.
She saw Becky wince and spasm as an alien finger probed the puckered ring of her rectum. Bob's finger prodded into that delectably tempting opening and Becky at first jerked, but soon came to relish that invading instrument as visible shudders of pleasure rippled through her hotly aroused young body. Her boyfriend moved his finger around in the tight but easily expanding hole, worming it lewdly in and out, ever widening her tiny rectal opening. Becky found herself wiggling her hips back against it, her mouth dipping once more into her mother's, pinkly glistening cunt in front of her, responding to this strange new invasion with a surprising and uncontrollable passion.
Alice, when moved by Toby's rough gestures, had ended up in a semi-squatting position, her legs wide and her thighs spread so that she was sprawled with her hungering pussy perched just under her daughter's fire-filled mouth. Propping herself on her elbows, her head swimming, her loins seething, she moaned involuntarily as Bob Hampton parted her daughter's gently rounded buttocks and levered his probing finger into her tight,, virgin asshole. Then, Becky was lowering her head towards her mother's deliciously spread cunt and began with renewed fervor to lick the moist, pink slit once again. Twin surges of aroused ardor crashed through the two women as Becky lashed with her tongue and hotly teased her mother's erect little clitoris. Alice, her mind and body reeling with unrequited passion, slipped downwards to a better position, giving her lovely daughter greater access to her madly pulsing genitals.
Becky heard her mother's passion-evoked groans of pleasure as she felt her boyfriend remove his finger, the rubbery skin of her tightly clasping anus clinging madly to it, and then she quivered with excited anticipation as he drew her softly sensitive thighs wider apart. He pressed the smooth, blunt tip of his cock now into the lovely little channel, wondering if his young girl friend would scream with pain at his initial penetration of that virginal hole. Becky felt his foreskin being stretched back against his long, thick shaft as it slowly wormed its way into her tightly clinging rectum and it was then that she first felt the pain.
"Ooohhhh! Take it easy, damn you!" she cried, "Please . . . easy does it!"
"The quicker I go in, the sooner the pain will stop, Becky babe," he encouraged, even though he knew she felt as if she was being torn in half by the urgent pressure of his massively pulsing shaft of flesh surging right up into her warm, rubbery depths. Bob's own joy was totally unparalleled as he watched his own long, lust-bloated pole disappearing in by inch up between the creamy moons of her ass and into the darkly mysterious cavern of her anus, and both his brother and Peggy watched, too, in mesmerized fascination as her small, puckered opening clasped greedily at Bob's invading instrument of lust. Alice, too, was thoroughly absorbed by this lascivious sight and she was, at the same time, staggered by the forbidden pleasures which this sight evoked in her own hotly aroused and long-neglected loins.
The young mother had no doubts that her daughter was now beginning to enjoy this remarkable invasion of her virginal rectum because her lovely young hips began to move backwards of its own volition, meeting the thrusting hardness of Bob's cock with an animalistic whine of unrestrained pleasure. Alice continued to watch and to marvel at the excitingly forbidden pleasure that this sight engendered in her own hotly seeping loins and madly churning belly. She was nearly being driven mad anyway as Becky's open mouth continued to tease the softly heated flesh of her cunt and her tongue played tantalizingly over the pulsing bud of her clitoris and vaginal lips.
Becky was beyond reason and beyond control as the mad passions of lust propelled her hips and buttocks back while the enormously thickened penis burrowed its relentless way right up into the furthest depths of her tightly resisting rectum. She could feel Bob's pubic hair against the soft skin of her gently curved buttocks and she knew that she had now taken all of his long hot hardness into the clinging depths of her ass. The blunt-headed intrusion of his plunging organ vibrated through ever nerve-ending of her naked body. Her desire was building to the exploding point as she took one hand away from her mother's wide-spread thighs and dipped it into the throbbing russet mass of her own pubic hair, opening the small slit of her cunt, groaning with the abandoned pleasure which poured like a floodtide from her throat. She was delerious with rapturous delight, raised to a new level of erotic arousal, feeling the blood-bloated pressure of Bob's cock lunging into her ass while her own tongue licked slavishly at her mother's sweet-smelling cuntal canyon.
Toby Hampton simply couldn't take it anymore. The scene was simply too provocative, too sensuously exciting for him to merely stand by and watch. The aching in his thickly throbbing cock bordered on excruciating pain now and the hot cum churning in his heavy testicles demanded release. Placing his hand behind the young mother's head, he pushed her face hard towards his pulsing pole, rubbing its bulbuous head around her lips, making her mouth wet with his excited male emissions.
She mumbled in incoherent anticipation and her lips began to part slowly, tantalizingly as he crushed his turgid cock against her soft moist lips and into the wet cavern of her lust-hungry mouth.
Alice closed her eyes as if to capture all the thrilling sensations tearing through her naked body, feeling the strange young man's hairs at the base of his penis rubbing against her chin and lips. Slowly, he started sliding his thickly pulsing pole in and out of her mouth until its rubbery cock-head reached the back of her throat. She could feel every ridge of its corrugated flesh as she tasted its bittersweet manliness on her hot tongue. It was an enrapturing experience she hadn't enjoyed for such a long time!
"Come on, Mom, suck at it," the boy encouraged. And Alice Thompson obeyed, struck by the way he had called her "Mom" Her lips slowly began to nibble at his hot thrusting penis and although she felt as if it were choking her at first, she quickly became accustomed to its warm intrusion into the wetly warm confines of her mouth. His bloated testicles bounced against her chin and her nostrils filled with the pungency of his pubic secretions. Her mouth soon became somewhat sticky with his fluid secretions and she reveled in the jerking motion of his hips against her cock-sucking face.
"That's right . . . just like that . . . suck it, suck it," the young man crooned, his fingers curled tightly in her hair while his turgid cock slithered salaciously into her mouth. His penis stretched and expanded until there wasn't any room left inside her mushrooming cheeks and now Alice Thompson once again felt her passions swirling out of control within her sex-awakened young body as the taste of his cock began to grow more and more appealing to the young mother. On her own, she raised a hand, her balance kept by Toby's clutching hands, and brought it around and up his legs to the softly pliant skin of his scrotum. She crooned mutely as she sucked voraciously, massaging his cum-filled balls tenderly while flicking her tongue across the tiny split of his cock-head glans, opening her throat eagerly, wider and wider, to accept still more of his pumping wet penis. She heard him cry out with unsurpassed delight as she rolled that long shaft around in her velvety soft mouth, tasting its pungent emissions as they seeped out onto her eagerly stroking tongue.
Peggy was crouched on the floor nearby, her eyes glazed with the lust incited by the dual ravishment of mother and daughter by the two eagerly pumping Hampton brothers. Her own hand was between her open legs, fingers buried deep in the hotly quivering passage of her steaming cunt as she bucked and jerked, striving for the release of her blood-boiling passions. She watched avidly as Alice's soft, ovalled mouth clasped and clung greedily at her boyfriend's growing, plunging penis, her thin lips clinging to it with a rapacious appetite. Toby grinned triumphantly and winked at his finger-fucking girl friend as he lunged again and again into the mother's warmly sucking mouth. Peggy could see thick, white fluid dripping from the corners of Alice's mouth and run in tiny lines down her chin as her lust-contorted face registered the intensely swirling pleasure that had captivated her naked young body.
Peggy was equally mesmerized by the luscious naked body of young Becky Thompson as the.young teenage girl heaved herself with increased fury up and down on Bob's powerfully plunging rod, her hips undulating madly, her left hand like a fireball in the hidden valley of her cunt. The young girl's flushed face was buried still in the fleece-eovered vagina of her lovely mother, sucking and licking frantically on the fleshy vaginal lips and the hard little bud of her quivering clitoris, her thick wet tongue drawing voraciously every drop of her mother's joyously secreting lust-juices in lewd delight. Their four bodies, all viciously excited and madly straining towards climax, seemed to young Peggy like a symphony in motion and she simply had to join in ... and soon!
Removing her lust-soaked fingers from her sizzling cunt, Peggy crawled forward. She was small but very well developed, her soft blonde hair cut short around her face, framing that oval countenance like a halo. Her breasts were full and ripely tempting, dancing beneath her like two ripened fruits ready for plucking. Peggy swung up now and placed herself astraddle Becky, her buttocks and smooth inner thighs grazing the daughter's russet hair, and Peggy stood with a mute plea with the hot, moist opening of her desperately aroused cunt directly facing Bob Hampton. Easing herself closer to him, she slithered forward until the pinkly glistening flesh of her swollen pussy was resting as close as possible to his mouth above her. Cupping her lush, fully rounded breasts in her hands, she leaned back, letting Toby balance her with a hand and arm he had removed from Alice Thompson's pumping head.
"Come on, Bob, take a taste of my cunt," the crazed young woman cried in her agonized torment. "Lick my cunt and make me cum, too!"
Obediently, his passions spiraling within his body like a fiery whirlpool, Bob dipped his face downward and forward and began to voraciously suck at Peggy's wetly throbbing vagina, her secretions seeping sweetly onto his probing tongue as his burgeoned cock continued to storm in and out of his young girl friend's eagerly clasping rectal passage.
The excitement of the five lovers in that well furnished living room was almost electric. Little sparks of passion seemed to fly out from one naked body to the next, each one intensify- ing the already insane passions of the next. The only sounds were the constant mewlings and moanings of abandoned lust as all five continued their agonized yet pleasure-filled struggle towards that sublime and ultimate release each one needed so very desperately.
It was Toby who reached that pinnacle of ecstasy first. With a tortured cry, he drove his hips furiously forward and watched the young mother's face, her voraciously sucking lips, his prick soaring and jerking madly, his body straining with the convulsive spasms of his exploding orgasm. White, hot sperm rushed from the sac of his testicles through his pounding penis and squirted in a floodtide of passion into her hotly gulping mouth. Alice sucked and swallowed greedily, drinking up the thick white juices while he emptied his balls in surge after surge, his cock shoved all the way to the back of her busy throat.
Alice could feel the burning churning of her own impending climax hovering in her loins now. She thrust her loins up at her daughter's superbly licking mouth, every muscle in her naked body contracting wildly as she rose up in voluntary shudders. She gulped and swallowed, savoring the bittersweet taste of Toby's hot, thick cum while her cunt opened and clenched around her daughter's plunging tongue, her buttocks flexing to granite-hardness" as her orgasm convulsed through her nakedly straining young body. She wailed an incoherent jumble of sounds as the power of her body unleashed from deep in her chest at this moment she had been denied for so many years convulsed through her. It was like sailing on a cloud through the gates of Heaven itself ...
As her orgasm wracked her naked flesh, so did Peggy's final release shudder through her now. Chanting "I'm cuming, aiming, cuuu-ummming!", she rocked and reeled and bucked madly onto the face and probing tongue of Bob Hampton, and he could feel her orgasm infecting him as he sucked deeply of her sweet womanly secretions, watching her body ripple with the mad spasms of her glorious release.
Bob threw back his own head then and groaned as he plunged the fully throbbing length of his aching cock into Becky's widestretched anus, his body beginning to jerk convulsively as he clawed at her waist, pulling her creamy soft buttocks even wider apart for his penis to skewer yet another tiny fraction of an inch into her hotly clenching cavern. Babbling "... cuu-ummming . . . cuuuuummmming . . . ooooo-ohhhhhh . . . "he felt his boiling semen racing from his testicles through his jerking prick and pour in a never-ending stream into the darkly mysterious passage of his teenager girl friend's tightly clutching rectum.
As Bob's cum raced hotly way up into the depths of her belly, Becky Thompson continued to lick and suck shamelessly at the delectable cunt before her face as her lover hammered madly into her rear passage. His own climax magically triggered her own and she screamed, again and again, in the mad delerium of her much-needed release. Heaving her naked buttocks back towards the pumping young man's penis, her thighs trembling wildly, her stomach tremoring as if from an earthquake, the teenager felt the convulsive shivers of orgasm sweeping through her naked body from her quivering breasts down to the victoriously invaded channel of her rectum and the hotly seeping cavern of her cunt.
Becky fell forward at last, Bob's limp cock sliding from her lust-stretched rectum with a wet, sucking sound. The exhausted young girl cradled herself against her mother's naked body, and felt that wonderful woman's arms wrap comfortingly around her. Becky let her lips softly close around one of her mother's pinkly turgid nipples, basking in the hot, taut hardness of that delectable little bud. She sucked the nipple as a grey cloud came over her lust-ravaged mind, as the torment of the entire day slid back into the dark depths of her unconscious mind ...
Chapter Nine
Alice Thompson stood blinking back the tears as she watched the train carrying her daughter back to college pulling out of the station. Now she would be gone for almost two whole months, until Easter vacation, and Alice would once more be left alone in her lovely, tree-shrouded home in the canyon above the boulevard. Ah, but it had been an entrancing and wildly exciting week and she felt that both she and her daughter had indeed discovered a whole new world within the short space of seven days.
But what days they had been! Bob and his brother Toby, along with Toby's girl friend, Peggy, had remained guests in their house for three whole days following the surprise orgy of carnal delights that first glorious night. They had experimented with positions and techniques that the young mother had never even dreamed about, licking and sucking and fucking in incredible combinations throughout the day and night, pausing only briefly to sleep and eat, cavorting together nakedly throughout the entire house or slipping outside for a moonlight swim between debaucheries. Those had been three very educational and magnificently exciting days for the sexually-awakened young mother and she was grateful to those young people for the joyous delights she had discovered.
But in the end, both she and Becky felt that they needed some time alone together as well. They had bathed together, washing each other's backs and breasts and genitals until they were both so aroused that nothing could have stopped their passions until they had achieved their glorious orgasMs. They had explored each . other's bodies with an almost obscene thoroughness so that now, watching that train chug slowly away, Alice felt that she could almost feel her lovely young daughter's softly smooth flesh, feel the rounded swells of her ample young breasts, feel the hotly secreting flesh of her velvety cunt surrounded by those twin mounds of satiny buttocks flesh ...
As she turned away, Alice Thompson laughed out loud. Was it only that morning that Becky had come rushing into her bedroom, naked and dripping wet from her shower, clasping an open magazine in her small young hand. A fire of sensual delight glowed in her eyes as she jumped up onto the bed next to her mother, reaching out to joyously fondle one of those lush, ripe mounds which always looked so tantalizing to the erotically aroused young girl. "Look, Mom!" she had exclaimed excitedly, thrusting the magazine towards her mother's laughing face.
"Well, darling, I can't see anything if you won't hold still!" Alice laughed, taking the glossy magazine from her daughter and looking to the page Becky had indicated. A cloud of confusion crossed the young mother's features for she didn't understand the significance of what she saw. "I . . . don't understand," she said. All she saw was a phallic-looking object with some very small printing beneath which she couldn't read without her glasses.
"It's a vibrator, Mom! God, just think of it! How wonderful would that feel up inside your cunt! Oh, I can't wait to try it!"
"Something to keep me busy while you're away, is.that it?" her devoted young mother laughed.
"Well, I think if you play your cards right, Peter Banks will be more than willing to keep you busy while I'm away," her daughter replied with a mischievous smile, her eyes turning with a meaningful glance down to her mother's exposed pubic mound. "But this would be for those nights when you preferred to be alone . . . you know ... all by yourself . . . when you crave a . . . different sort of excitement!"
Alice laughed. "You are a very wicked girl, my dear," she said with mock seriousness. Then, a joyous smile lit her face. "And wonderful. Wicked and wonderful. And the best daughter a mother ever had!"
"And you'll have me again before I leave today," the girl laughed, pulling the sheets down now so that her mother's lovely nakedness was thoroughly exposed to her salacious gaze, running her tremulous young fingers up and down the velvet-fleshed hills and valleys of her mother's voluptuously body and giggling with a mixture of delight and rampaging desire ...
