Liz Rouelle would celebrate her forty second birthday in just a couple of months, but right now she felt ageless in a young sort of way. She always felt that way after a good hot driving shower that pinkened her easily pinkened skin and then, lifting her thick auburn hair out of her shower cap, letting it flow over her delicately arching neck, looking at her still youthful-looking reflection in the full length bathroom mirror. She was young. After all, this was the twentieth century when a woman didn't hit old age until ... huh ... Mae West hadn't hit it yet in her eighties!
Her skin was still taut over her high cheekbones, and she couldn't help but be proud of the dazzling green eyes gazing back at her, slanted slightly, thick lashed, blinking back at her with a growing amusement. It was exhilarating to be beautiful. She shuddered to think that she would ever be not beautiful!
After drying her body thoroughly with a plush light blue towel, she examined it carefully. Her fully curving voluptuous body was every bit as firm and taut as a teenager's, she realized. Her tits were high-set and round, and her slender girlish waist expanded enticingly to round luscious hips. She had a flat smooth stomach and full-swelling thighs. Her calves were breathtakingly curved and tapered down to small well-formed ankles. And all over her skin was a slight sprinkling of freckles for a touch of sauciness, which actually embarrassed her. She was a very serious and meticulous woman and did not indulge in games. It was not that she couldn't have a good time or laugh at a joke, but there was a time and place for such things ... after the more serious aspects of life were taken care of. She attributed her lasting beauty to a lifetime of moderation ...
Yet, contemplating this, a look of pained bewilderment clouded her eyes and she let the long damp towel fall with a sigh of weary discouragement. What was life, after all, when you didn't know what you were being meticulous about or moderate for? She stepped closer to the mirror, gazing searchingly at the picture of perfection, and almost wished she were not so lovely. In that context, she might be able to make more sense of Tom's peculiarly indifferent attitude toward her, especially lately. It had been at least two weeks since they had last made love, which might be natural, and was certainly better than having to fight him off all the time the way she had to years ago. He had eventually learned moderation, but the moderation had dwindled lately into abstinence, and she didn't think she wanted it to go that far!
Suddenly, from the TV room, a high feminine squeal of laughter interrupted this depressing chain of thought. Liz put on her robe and went out into the hallway. Her son and his new bride were back from their honeymoon and visiting while they searched for an apartment. As she started by, Liz peeked into the TV room, and her green eyes narrowed and focused more sharply on the strange picture confronting her. Kevin's lean and muscular body was spread out on the couch in a pair of shorts. Liz's heart pounded unexpectedly. He looked so much like his father at about the same age. He had the same dark handsome looks, the curly dark hair, the deep brown eyes. He also had the same wild energy that she had fought so long to hold under reasonable control. Now this little girl he had married, nothing but a bleach blond, and as wild as Kevin had ever dreamed of being! It was a shame! After all of Liz's hard work and careful training, the new Natalie Rouelle threatened to undo it all!
Right now, the little blond, in a tight jersey and shorts that were at least two sizes too small for her, was trying to sit on Kevin's lap. Her lushly curving ass kept sliding down onto his pelvis, and his arms swooped out to grab her by the elbows and cast her off. But she laughed and bounced right back onto the thickly bulging protuberance now fully apparent straining against his shorts. Liz blushed and stepped away. For a minute she couldn't even catch her breath. It was strange to her to have a son and see him grow into manhood. It had been a challenge when he was younger, a challenge to make him into what she wished Tom had been, more conscientious and subdued. Now it was a heartbreak for her to see all her work being undone! She had done such a fine job. If only she had known he was getting married! If she could have stopped it before it was too late!
Liz went to the kitchen, running her fingers through her auburn hair. It was still a little damp. She ought to dry it. But she needed a cup of coffee at the moment. It was very unsettling, as flamboyant as Tom always had tried to be in the beginning, to have Natalie and Kevin pawing each other right in their own TV room. Liz wondered how long she was going to have to put up with it. She poured herself the largest mug full of coffee she had and started back to her bedroom where she intended to dry her hair.
"Come on in, Mom," Kevin called as she started by the TV room door. "We're experimenting with brandy Alexanders today. Man, can I mix a mean one!"
His new wife giggled.
"No thanks. I think I had better wait until before dinner," Liz said.
"Well, come visit a little anyway," Natalie invited, smiling demurely. She was in the process of raising a chocolate looking drink to her full sensuous looks. She poked the drink toward Liz.
"To Mrs. Rouelle ... senior!" she smiled.
Kevin spontaneously chortled, running his fingers playfully under his new wife's jersey, threatening but not touching the smoothly uptilting tits. His wife swatted him away, but Liz felt herself blush as she had earlier when watching their sex play through the open door and forced a laugh to conceal her embarrassment.
"I'm thinking of shish kabab for tonight. How does that sound to you?" she asked, trying to sound natural.
Kevin stared into his brandy Alexander for a moment, then lifted his eyes and studied the snug apple-curve of his mother's full firm tits that protruded against the robe tied tightly around her waist.
"Sounds as delicious as you look, Ma. Don't you think so, Nat?" Natalie had raised a hand to her mouth, suppressing laughter.
Liz Rouelle stiffened in her chair, uneasy and strangely frightened by the suggestive remarks by her son. He sounded exactly the way his father used to sound and with no respect for their relationship just as Tom never worried about such details. The sudden emergence of this salacious side to her son's personality was unfamiliar to her, at least on this scale. She was now reminded of moments off and on through the years, but most especially from his high school days, when she caught him looking at her with very adult glances. When she found those glances titillating her, she had scolded herself severely. Were such things normal? But they couldn't be! She had decided then that there was a side to her own personality that required suppression and had attended to it successfully. Or so she thought. Now she stood up from her chair and, looking down at the two of them, smoothed her robe uneasily, excused herself and went to her bedroom to change.
Before dinner, she fixed a pitcher of martinis. If the kids wanted to stick to brandy, they could fix their own, she decided. When the shish kebab was ready, she called them.
"I guess it's time for that drink we were talking about before dinner," she smiled, having regained her composure now.
"Sounds great, Ma. Do you think gin will upset my brandied innards?"
"Oh, you don't sound as though you had too much to drink."
"We didn't, Ma," Natalie spoke up, using her husband's term for her mother-in-law. It unsettled Liz to have her do that, but it was something she would have to become accustomed to, naturally.
"We didn't have time," Kevin said, a meaningful grimace at his giggling wife. He shifted off the chair he had just sat on. "Oh, oh. What's a martini without olives?" he asked, striding to the refrigerator. Liz couldn't help admiring the sight of her son's long sinuous legs and the boyish roundness of his ass as he turned his back to Natalie and Liz. But that's a natural observation of a devoted mother, she told herself. After all, she had washed it and powered it years ago and fit it in trousers as it grew. Now, suddenly, it belonged to someone else. A terrible and unreasonable surge of the unfairness of it swept over her.
Maybe she was just nervous, Liz abruptly thought, because Tom wasn't home to meet his new daughter-in-law. It would have been easier with him even with his odd detached behavior. Somehow Liz just didn't know what to say or think or feel. In fact, when she felt anything at all, all she could feel was the lonely loss of her son! But why was that a loss? He was right there with her. But he was not with her alone. There was the sex-kitten, Natalie, with her bleach blond hair and her rambunctious liveliness that ought to be charming the older woman. She should be good company. But just then the sex-kitten spoke on a subject that should have been out of bounds for a daughter-in-law, it seemed to Liz.
"Worried about Tom?" the girl asked.
"Mr. Rouelle is working late, I'm afraid," Liz answered coldly. The tone of the young girl's voice had definitely been a prying one. Liz was astounded at such brazenness, but it sort of went with the tight fitting shorts and jersey. The shorts seemed molded to the sensuous vee of her crotch and the gentle curve of her genital area. Everything was clearly evident from beneath the tight press of the cotton pants.
"I'm sorry," Natalie laughed at herself. "I get nudgy when Kevin is away, too. I miss him, but you understand." Natalie gave Liz a warm-eyed smile and drew her chair up closer to her and leaned across the dining room table, which was all set for dinner when the shish kebab would be ready. The young blond ran one of her fingers in an almost conscious gesture across the large smoothly uplifting rise of her tits, finally settling her hand on the curve of her lovely neck.
"Speaking woman to woman," Natalie said with a candid look, "as long as Kevin has been lost looking for the olives, there are ways of satisfying yourself without hurting yourself or your husband, you know."
"I ... I don't know what you mean," Liz blurted out, feeling herself blush openly once again. "Tom is a very attentive husband, not unlike Kevin," she heard herself explaining. What an incredible thing to say, she realized after it was out. No wonder the younger girl's jaw dropped.
"Like Kevin?" the blond asked. There seemed to be a hint of amusement in her eyes. She was probably wondering how Kevin's mother would know about her son's sexual life.
"Of course, I really don't know how attentive Kevin is," the flustered mother then said, making matters worse, she could see.
"I am very attentive," Kevin said, reentering the dining room from the kitchen. "It's just that I couldn't find the damn things. Ma, your olives were in the meat drawer. How did that happen?"
How did that happen, she repeated to herself. She probably put them there the last time she had too many martinis waiting for a husband who never did come home that night! But she only smiled at Kevin.
But Liz's mind returned immediately to the intimate conversation that she and Natalie had started on. It had made her feel uncomfortable, but she must remember that the young people today were raised and educated in the school system to talk about things that their parents would not have dreamed of even thinking about! She took a large gulp from the martini in her hand and discovered to her surprise that she had finished all of it. Natalie was one of the liberal young, and though her modernity had irritated Liz, the older woman was frankly quite interested in hearing more. Before she had married Tom, she had given way to her sensual urges by massaging her nipples and touching herself down between her legs, but she had always felt terribly guilty afterwards. She had never heard any other woman openly admit that she had done it, either before or after marriage, and her own problems with Tom and the needs of her body that she had been made acutely aware of for some months now were too great for her to deny Natalie the opportunity to talk more about it.
"Kevin, will you put the shish kebab on to broil, dear?" she asked her son, who had just finished plopping three large olives into his glass of martini. "Since there's no room for the martini in your glass," she teased, "Fill mine, and you can take the pitcher with you!"
"Slave driver," was all he said as he filled her glass and his own in between the olives, then left for the kitchen, sipping.
"Doesn't it bother Kevin if you, uh, try to satisfy yourself in ... in any other way?" Liz could not keep herself from asking, leaning across the table and whispering.
"No, never," Natalie said brightly. "As a matter of fact, he thinks it's a great way!"
"Well, I'm glad he approves," Liz said weakly, feeling her legs shake with weakness, a strange sensation, as though she would collapse if she were standing up.
After yet another martini and the shish kebab, and even another martini although she knew that three was the absolute limit in any one night. Two was safer even. But tonight it took four to make her feel completely relaxed. By then she was sure she had been needlessly uneasy about Natalie earlier. She was sure that she, his mother, had retained her son's devotion and love, if not his sexual interests. Liz startled herself. Sexual interests? Why in God's name should she be concerned about his sexual interests? No, Liz was feeling a marvelous tingle of warmth and it had to be for the young couple.
She was suddenly ecstatic to think that they were happily married. Perhaps their open show of sensual appetite in the TV room, though inappropriate and inexcusable in Tom and Liz's youth, merely demonstrated the changing times and the fact that they were indeed happy.
They were all sitting in the living room having their after-dinner cocktails. The light was dim and relaxing. Liz was drinking too much, she tried to warn herself, but everything seemed so utterly right and pleasant. Then she could have sworn she heard Natalie say something that was impossible to believe.
"Kevin," the girl's soft voice interrupted a long silence. Liz noticed how pretty her voice was when she wasn't being energetic or giggly. "I think you have an absolutely gorgeous mother with that rich auburn hair that glows sparks of fire in the light. Look where the lamp hits it. You two would make a beautiful couple."
What took the edge off the remark for Liz was that her consciousness seemed to travel back in time, and she was not only looking across at Tom over there, Tom, whom Kevin so completely resembled, but the remark seemed to be about her and Tom, though she knew that logically it was her son.
The young man pushed forward in his chair. He, too, had overindulged, first in brandy Alexanders and then in martinis. His hand darted to the plane of his little wife's knee, but his darkened face turned ominously toward his mother. "I can handle two women at once," he chuckled dreamily and sank back in something deeper than an alcoholic daze. "Imagine me, a blond and a redhead, one on each side!" he said.
God! Liz thought. Was she hearing him correctly? Surely he didn't mean what he said! Perhaps Natalie had whispered something to him of her mother-in-law's frustrations and questions. She feared that she had allowed her confidence in the young girl to go too far. After all, her sexual frustrations were hardly their concern! How much of her loneliness had she expressed? She couldn't remember! In her preoccupation, she didn't notice Natalie's hand move from the upper part of Kevin's thigh and play over the again slightly rising bulge of his trousers. He had changed from the shorts but still hadn't put on a shirt. Now Liz saw the hand move when it slid again. And she saw too that Natalie had shifted her leg slightly and Kevin's hand slid across the girl's hip. At first, Liz had thought the hand on Kevin's loins might have been a casual slip, but it remained there, and as her eyes became accustomed to staring at it out of her alcoholic haze, she could see the fingers squeezing lightly at the bulge as though to provoke him into further hardness.
Liz lit a cigarette and pulled back in her chair. She could see a repetition of the afternoon's lewdly playful performance coming on, only this time it looked like the young couple were far more serious in their intentions. If she got up now and went somewhere, it would be only too obvious why she had left, or they would think so, anyway. Mother was frustrated! So she had to stand her ground. She would simply try to keep her eyes off them.
But their young bodies were like magnets, drawing themselves closer and closer and pulling her eyes to the movement of their thighs and hands as they touched each other. Despite her resolve, Liz discovered her own nipples hardening beneath the tightly stretching nylon of her brassiere, which pressed down modestly on her full smoothly rounded tits. She shifted in her chair, hoping the warming sensation would stop, but a softly tingling quiver of lust rippled lightly through her groin, and she sensed a dampness there that made her increasingly uncomfortable. God, it had to stop! Her son and his wife were completely oblivious to anything but themselves, and she knew that in a moment they would be engaged in something far more serious than petting in front of her.
"I think I'll go make a pot of coffee," she announced lightly and stood up, albeit a little tipsily. She fluffed her auburn hair that had fallen loosely across her tits. She was feeling very seductive and a trifle self-pitying. "The coffee will be ready soon."
She looked down at Kevin and Natalie still embraced, their hands continuing to wander in sensuous little circles across one another's bodies. Their indifference to her seemed total, and she experienced the odd feeling of being a complete stranger in her own house. As she turned to leave, she glimpsed Kevin press his face against Natalie's cheek. The moon had risen over the houses across the street and was shining eerily through the windows behind them. Their faces were caught in the incandescent glow in front. Kevin's mouth moved closer to Natalie's moist full lips, and suddenly he kissed her. The wetly sucking sound of the girl receiving his tongue seemed to reverberate across the room. A kiss, innocent enough between the two newlyweds, Liz thought, should not be so hard for her to understand ... or take! What was happening to her? She couldn't really tell whether she was frustrated or jealous. And if she was jealous, what was she jealous of, her son or what they had together!
She set the electric percolator near the outlet by the table. But her mind wandered back to the pitcher of martinis, which was replenished and sitting in the refrigerator. Coffee was not good when her nerves were so on edge, she thought. What she really needed was another drink. If Tom followed his usual pattern of late, he would be home quite late, if at all, and she had to have something to dampen that insatiable burning that seemed to erupt inside her belly from time to time. It would also make her sleep and forget to wonder where he was and what he was really doing!
"Oh, stop it, Kevin, not here," she heard Natalie's voice ring out from the living room. "Don't touch me like that! It drives me crazy!"
Liz turned back from the refrigerator where she had started to go for the martini. It seemed to her they were being much too loud. She was irritated, and she felt her irritation turn to anger. She could even hear the springs of the couch creak as their bodies must have been shifting one on top of the other. And what was he doing to her that she should make such a half-hearted protest?
"Oh, not again, ooohhhhhh. You're tickling me," Natalie's voice cried out, deep panting groans accompanying her low guttural cries of pleasure. "Don't be so anxious, lover. Oh, no! Not again!"
Liz stopped at the doorway and looked in quietly. She could see Natalie seated on Kevin's lap, and in the poor lighting, it looked as though the girl's jersey had been pulled partially up and her shorts pulled partially down. Yes, there was no doubt about the fact that two white melon-shaped mounds of her titties were exposed, and she could see her son's hands running across them, his fingers circling the wide pink areolas and the stiffly pointed nipples. She pulled away from the door and they were still. Probably they had seen her and would stop this disgusting exhibition that belonged in a bedroom and perhaps not even there!
"Ooohhhhhh, God, Kevin," the low groan of pleasure coming from a soft feminine voice continued louder than ever, interrupted by another rash squeaking of couch springs. Then the girl broke out into a peal of teasing laughter that sent shivers of repulsion at their brazen actions through Liz. Strangely enough, quivers of sympathetic pleasure were racing through Liz's abdomen and into the soft-downed vee of her cuntal area. She thought for a moment about how Natalie had spoken of the way she satisfied herself when she got into a state similar to the one Liz was in now. But her confused anger at the young couple for making such a demonstration of themselves squelched any desire to indulge herself in such a way. Her guilt would be too great. God, even now she felt ashamed of herself for getting excited over the young couple's love play. After all, this was her own son! Why should she care?
She went back into the kitchen, took a glass from the drainer, and poured herself another martini from the full pitcher in the refrigerator. She sat at the kitchen table and finished off the drink. She was tired, she decided then, much too tired to worry about this or anything else. She went quickly to her room, resisting the temptation to pour a take-along drink, and she shut her bedroom door just as the sounds of Natalie and Kevin entering the kitchen disturbed the sudden silence. The refrigerator opened and closed, but that was all she could hear.
Liz undressed in the pale, amber light from her night table lamp. She stood looking at herself briefly in the full-length mirror that stood on its own stand in one corner of the room, feeling an unguarded pride in her perfectly formed body as seen in the diffused glow. Sometimes she felt so old, yet the proof of her voluptuous youth, even at forty two, could be seen in the fresh bloom of her still firmly rounding tits with their lush pink areolas and in the subtle curve of her hourglass figure, the thin waist that flowed gracefully to the taut girlish curve of her full swelling thighs. Then, putting on her nightgown to quench a naughty desire to sleep in the nude, she switched off the lamp and slid beneath the covers of the huge, king-sized bed.
Her green eyes open and staring at the ceiling, she lay for awhile, thinking of Kevin and of what she had witnessed between Natalie and him. What a brazen bitch she was! Bitch. She turned the word over in her mind because it tasted so good. Yet why was she venting her anger at Natalie alone? Could it be that she was jealous of her? No, she was really angry for what the young girl had provoked her son into doing, she was sure. The boy had been neatly raised and he was coming apart at the seams!
Yet, when her conscience relaxed, Liz found herself thinking of her son, trying to remember how he looked in those shorts this afternoon, the way he had bent over Natalie at one time and how his ass had stretched the skin-close material. And then, so relaxed she was that for a moment she didn't realize what she was dreaming of. She found herself trying to picture Kevin making love, trying to see in her mind's eye his erect blood-swollen cock throbbing with desire and his handsome young face contorted with passion. But then waves of shame washed over her, and she thought how she must never, never, never think such wicked things, not about Kevin, not about her own son!
Liz lay back, making a conscious effort of will to force her mind into sleep. Surely she had drunk enough to sleep! It seemed quiet in the house now, and she felt grateful for this. But as she drifted off, random thoughts flickered through her consciousness, thoughts that in her waking hours would never have come to her. But they now sent a warm sensual feeling through her entire being. His cock, she thought dreamily, hazily, I wonder what it's like ... what it feels like. I've never had a cock inside of me except Tom's. Tom has a lovely cock. Kevin's cock is probably like his father's. She then felt herself falling off to sleep, a warm lethargy enveloping her, her body relaxed as she opened to drowsiness.
But then she awoke with a start, not knowing whether she had actually slept or not. Sounds, faint and unintelligible, had penetrated her sleep-fogged brain and brought her instantly alert. She sat up in the bed as though there might be a burglar in the room, pulling the sheets around her. But then she realized that unlike so many other nights, she was not alone in the house tonight. She sat up in bed, then set her feet onto the floor. The sounds had stopped. Had she really heard anything?
She recalled falling asleep, trying to reject those lewd ideas that had been provoked by Tom's absence and her son's provocative behavior with his wife.
She reached down and pushed her feet into slippers and padded across her carpet to the bedroom door. Slowly, with a care that was completely unnecessary, she turned the knob and slipped quietly out into the hallway. Yes, the whispering sounds had started again and were more pronounced now. She had no difficulty telling that they were coming from the direction of the living room. Her mind was still numbed but whether from the alcohol she had consumed or the depth of sleep she might have been in, she didn't know. Anyway, she started to have trouble focusing her mind on what she should do or even to wonder why she was doing anything at all. A low animal-like grunt told her that obviously Kevin and Natalie had continued what they had begun when she left.
Holding her breath, she moved up the hallway and stood immobile to the side of the threshold to the living room.
"Mmmmmmmmm! Ummmmmmmmm!" the sound lolled out from the woman's mouth, and then another deeper grunt followed in almost rapid succession. "Oooohhhhh, yeeesssss, God, yesssss!"
Liz Rouelle stood stock still, undecided whether she should leave or stay. They had been drawing her into this, she felt unreasonably, especially that little whore, Natalie. She hadn't wanted to see them do what they were doing to each other, and now she had been dragged from her bed to involuntarily witness it.
"Kevin, lover, your cock gets bigger and bigger every time I touch it," Natalie's voice murmured. "And it tastes so extra good, round and hard in my mouth. I want to suck it and suck it and suck it!"
Liz recoiled in abject repulsion, her breath catching in her throat. Had she heard correctly? Would her son do such a thing? She knew that some people did such disgusting things, but not her son!
"Now hold it in your hand, sweetheart," she heard Kevin's voice say, low and moaning. "Jerk it with your fingers. Yeah, oh man! That's good! That's really good!"
Then suddenly, Liz heard Natalie's voice let out a sharp laugh that slowly turned into a kind of gurgle. God, what was the young bleached blond doing now, she wondered.
"Tell me you want me to suck it! Tell me again," she heard Natalie tease.
"I said to suck it! Fuck it with your mouth," Kevin's voice grew more insistent. "Oooohhhhh, lick it with your tongue! Swirl your tongue around it like you always do."
"Yuuummmmm," the wet lapping and sucking sounds started low and then became more and more violent.
"Now raise up your ass," she heard Kevin's voice command in the viciousness of passion. "Let me feel that sweet little cunt of yours. Let me fuck you with my fingers." The throat was getting raspy. "Oh, sweetheart, loosen your lips and let me slide my hot prick in farther. I want to push it down your throat!" he blurted, and his mother bent back, her legs feeling slack but her mind startlingly alert to the sounds of lust that continued unceasingly. "When I cum, I want you to drink it, do you hear? Suck it and drink it!"
Liz felt a dizziness float over her, as though she was drunk, but her sleep had left her not at all that far gone. She wanted to leave, yet she remained pinned to the wall as though she had been bolted there. Weird lewd images floated through her mind, almost as echoes of what she had imagined as she had fallen asleep a few hours earlier, but now it was actually happening! He was putting his lust-bloated cock inside Natalie's full-lipped mouth, and she must be moving her lips up and down on the hotly throbbing head of his swollen prick, sucking on it! Those words blazed in flaming letters across her consciousness. She had to leave right now. There was no question of staying here any longer, but she could not. She stood limply, her long auburn hair cascading like an iridescent robe over her nightgown, and suffered with the image of that long thick reddened cock fucking into the young girl's wetly ovaled mouth, her bleach blond hair tumbling over his tanned lean-muscled stomach, his balls probably cradled in her hotly kneading hands.
"I'm going to cum, sweetheart! Stop! St ... st ... stop before I cuuummmmm!"
The moistly sucking sound ceased, and there was a smack of lips and another short groan before momentary silence.
"Now what about me! I'm totally neglected," came the pouting remark from Natalie's lips. Then she purred. "My little pussy needs petting, too. Do you want to suck my cunt? It might swallow you whole at this point," she giggled.
"Yes! Oh, yes!"
"Well, here it is, poor thing. Isn't it beautiful? It feels really good from when you touched it, but I want you to lick it."
"I'll put my tongue down like this. How is this? I'll suck your clitoris first."
"Yes, lick it. Suck my poor little clit. Oh, oh! You can fuck me with your tongue! Oh, Kev, your tongue feels gorgeous," his young wife crooned, and then her words ran off into further babbling obscenities.
Liz's heart pounded like a jack-hammer until she was certain they could hear it across the living room. She pressed one hand tightly to her tit as though to dull the sound. But it didn't stop. Instead, it lurched on, accompanying the soft rhythmic sucking of the girl's lips on her son's cock. Oh Lord, it was awful! She was hypnotized by the lewd wet sound of lips on flesh, and she gradually found herself losing control of her consciousness. It was almost as though her whole being was palpitating in unison with the couple, and she was moving off away from her own body and watching horrified as she lurched into the first warning tremblings of arousal that began to seethe around in her groin.
"Oh, darling, my sweet darling, oh, God, lick faster! Stick your tongue up my pussy. G ... God, it feels so goooooood!"
Then there was a slight stirring and a rustle from the couch. The first words Kevin emitted were unintelligible, but then he said in a sibilant whisper, "Sweetheart, let's fuck. I want to fuck you right now. I want my blood-swollen cock in your hot devouring pussy!"
"Say it again," Natalie mewled. "S ... say you want to fuck me. Say it, and make my cunt jump!"
"I ... I'm going to fuck you. That's it. Open your legs wide. Here, I'm coming in. Oooohhhhh!"
"Yes, oh you feel so big! It feels so goddamn good, Kevin. Fuck! Oh, fuck me! Fuck, fuck, fuck it! Fuck my starving little cunt like you have never fucked it before."
Liz could feel the perspiration flowing freely on her body now beneath the softly falling folds of the nightgown. Down below she could feel her own hotly throbbing cunt softly tingling, and she pressed her pelvis out against the wall and began rubbing it against the cool wallpaper. But the feeling just would not stop! Nothing was clear to her. She understood nothing. She could not stop that warmly quivering sensation, and she felt in one flicker of coherent thought that she would do it! She had talked of satisfying herself, yes. Even Natalie had suggested it, but God! She had not dreamed of doing it like this while they were doing these vile things to each other only a few feet away.
Her own hands began to involuntarily massage the tensely straining whiteness of her tittles as though in a dream, trapping the warmly trembling nipples beneath her fingers and kneading and pulling them until it felt as though she would rip them loose from the white quivering mounds. Her left hand began to slide slowly along her perspiring body, down the flat plane of her curving sides, and across her stomach to rest on the thinly throbbing strands of her pubic hair. God, it felt good! She began to rub back and forth and up and down over the silky material. She could feel her own moistly throbbing cuntal slit palpitating excitedly against the tips of her fingers, and she worked them harder, learning new methods of bringing her own personal pleasure with each flick. She could feel the wetness trickle warmly down the insides of her thighs, flowing freely from her inflamed pussy, and she moved her forefinger below the silky nightgown, then lifted up the hem of the material in her hands and held it clasped against the hallway wall as she touched her now nakedly exposed cunt directly with her middle finger.
The moaning from within the living room was almost incoherent now as her handsome young son and his wife thrashed hotly together on the couch in wild throes of pleasure. Fucking. That was what they were doing. The salacious thought rippled through her head, and as they did it, she finger-fucked herself. She rubbed her hand against the thinly hair-lined lips of her openly exposed cunt, knowing that it was wrong, almost beyond being wrong, but patently evil in her own world of moderate values. Yet she moved her feet farther apart on the floor and pressed her fingers harder, her middle finger pressing teasingly into the moist open slit, and she could feel her cuntal hole expanding. Her finger was a miniature bloated hard cock, she thought, not Tom's now. No, not Tom's, but Kevin's, and she was doing what they had talked about this evening. The obscene thought struck her that perhaps they knew what she was up to, and she experienced the dreadful urge to run into the living room and throw herself onto the embraced bodies a few yards beyond her and fuck along with them, but she didn't!
Demanding more to feed its lewd hunger, the fire burned more intensely, traveling over and seeming to consume more of her lush body. She inserted another finger up inside her hungering cunt and began squirming her asscheeks back and forth down over them as though they were the wild fuckings of her son's warmly throbbing prick. The squeak of the springs on the couch became more violent, and Liz fucked her fingers more desperately into the moistness of her cunt in time to the maddening rhythm of the couple fucking in the next room. The thought that no, this was horrible, that she ought to stop, floated through her consciousness. It had been this that her daughter-in-law had suggested that afternoon, yet a lewd delight coursed through her that she was doing what Natalie and Kevin had known she would do, and she stroked her working fingers even harder into her moistly flowering pussy.
"Yes! Oh, yes!" Natalie panted. "Every bit of it, lover! I want you to fuck your sweet hot blood-engorged cock all the way into my defenseless cunt hole, clear up to my throat!"
Liz could see, as through second vision, her beloved son's huge thickly glistening cock fucking its way into her new daughter-in-law's hotly sucking cunt, sinking through the softly waving pubic hair like a greased baseball bat. Her hands became that bat, and her gasps began to match those of the wildly fucking couple in the next room. She wanted everything that Natalie was getting. She wanted to be fucked and fucked, and her belly filled to the bursting with hot male cum.
"Oh, oh, oh!" came the hot guttural grunting sounds building in flesh-smacking momentum as they approached orgasm.
Inescapably caught up in the frenzy of the moment, Liz let herself slide down to her knees and leaned forward on the carpeted floor of the hallway. Now, her face pressed to the rug, she lifted up the nightgown so her entire body was nakedly exposed to the warm night air that wafted over her helplessly steaming cunt and ripped her with a new shudder of ecstasy. Her body was like an expanding balloon, ready to burst, and the sponginess of the carpet below her was the hair on her husband's strong masculine chest. Kevin's was just beginning to come in, she had noticed. The wetly sluicing sound of "squish, squish, squish," became clearly discernable to Liz as her hand fucked and ground around up in the slickly sucking flesh. Now she was arched up over the carpet, skewering her finger in through the moistly flowering lips of her hungering cunt from behind while her white full tits hung down, the nipples brushing sensuously against the carpet as they swayed beneath her kneeling body.
"Oh, your cock, your big beautiful coccckkkk!" she heard Natalie cry out between heavily panting groans of ecstasy. "Fuck me good! Move your big cock inside of me that way! Yeeesss! Oh, God, Kevin, you feel so goooooood! Aaahhhhhh, in deeper! Oh, yes!"
Electric tingles of pleasure raced through Liz's groin and into her rapidly palpitating pussy as she imagined her son grinding his smoothly gyrating asscheeks like a human corkscrew between the widely spread thighs of that little bitch, Natalie. But maybe Liz was that bitch, she heatedly dreamed, and her cunt was now Natalie's cunt. Oh, it was too much! Her face turned crimson. Her eyes clouded over with lust-tears as her body raced toward an inward explosion that had lain smoldering and dormant for months but now had been completely ignited like a time bomb!
"Like this ... is this what you ... mean? Fuck like thiiiisss!"
"Oh, aauugghhh," Natalie groaned aloud, her throat convulsed in the final throes of building lust. "Fuck me harder! Haarrdder! Oh, I love you. I love the way you fuck me. Oh, Keeviinnn! Fuuuucckkk meeeeeee! Screeewww meeeeeeeee!"
Liz Rouelle heard the two young people scream in unison, and she buckled up, her knees pressed down firmly on the carpet, and her head somersault-like peering down between her legs as she fingerfucked herself faster and faster. Her whole body began vibrating spasmodically, and the transparent nightgown waved over her upper torso, inching up to the long streams of dark auburn hair that spilled over her head and onto the carpet. Then, sudden quick white gushes of hot cum juices began sluicing from around her rummaging fingers, covering her hand and running onto the carpet below. It had begun slowly but now picked up its wanton momentum like a raging storm as the other two fucked into each other with mounting fury, their grunts and moans a lewd harmony of mewls and unintelligible obscenities.
"Yeeesssss, oh, Kevin! Cumming, I'm cuummiing!" Natalie's voice rippled through the dark of the house.
"Oh, sweetheart, here I cum, too. Goooodddd! Auuugghhh," His piercing scream reverberated through the room, followed by another, lower groan signaling that the fury of the couple's savage orgasm was matching her own.
Liz arched up over the carpet in one final lurch, her fingers still rippling at the wetly flowing hole of her hungrily convulsing cunt. Then the feeling subsided. She stayed panting heavily on her hands and knees for awhile, her helplessly trembling asscheeks still swaying back behind her in the air. She couldn't bring herself to withdraw her fingers from her still warmly throbbing cunt until the last dying jerks of orgasm had stilled her body. At last she heard the couple rise from the couch and, still breathing heavily, move into the kitchen at the opposite side of the room, through the dining room, fortunately. Liz's fingers slithered wetly from her satiated cuntal lips and she drew herself up, holding her hands to the wall for a moment.
Reality came back to her with a sickening jolt once her passion was spent. In a gesture of utter shame and humiliation at what she had done, she yanked her disordered nightgown down over her sides and across her still erect nipples, almost tearing it. Then, in an almost drunken stagger, she made her way back to her room and pulled open the window. She stood trembling in front of the fresh night air for a long moment and then fell into bed. She lay awake for awhile, unable to gather her thoughts or opinions until at last she fell into a deep but troubled sleep.
Chapter 2
It took only a few days for Natalie and Kevin to find an apartment. By the time they did, Liz was not so sure she wanted to see them go. She could never have explained her feelings exactly, but she knew that it had much to do with the attention Kevin paid her that Tom never did any more. Whenever she stepped into a room and he was there, he would smile sensually and give her compliments that she might have been unwilling to accept from Tom, when she gave it some honest thought. One morning, over coffee, she wondered idly if she had been guilty of reversing her relationship between father and son, treating the father like a son from the moment of marrying him and treating the son to more freedom, more respect, and ... and more love! How strange, but could it be true?
And there he was, their last day at home, coming into the kitchen for the glass of milk he always liked to drink in the morning and true to his routine, smiling at her in the way that made her experience a strange feeling of being ill at ease in the familiar relationship. She knew she felt flustered and looked away, taking a deeper swallow from her cup than the tiny bit of coffee justified. She got mostly air and coughed. She could swear his eyes followed her though. She could feel them traveling a slow burning path up her firmly molded thighs and the smoothly rounded outline of her asscheeks as she sat sideways of him, and a blush began tingling warmly along her hairline.
"You know, you look awfully good," he laughed warmly from across the room. "Maybe too good for a mother. I'll miss having you around, Ma."
"Thank you," she said in a thin dry voice that sounded cold even to her. She had to sound cold to fight the horrible incestuous feelings her son was capable of arousing in her. She stifled the desire to tell him that she would miss having him around, too. That was the last thing she wanted him to know at the moment.
"Well, uh," she continued briskly. "Natalie is pretty good to look at." There was the tiniest hint of sarcasm in her voice. She caught it and hoped he didn't. God, what was the matter with her? Everything seemed to be falling apart, and she was losing control of her own emotions. She really hoped he would stay!
"She's a very pretty little thing," she tried to add in a more enthusiastic tone, but she still heard that ugly note of bitterness and resentment.
"Come now, Ma," he said, sitting opposite her at the table. "You know there's no one more beautiful than a man's own mother!"
And for some stupid reason, she had begun to weep. Before she knew it, he was beside her instead of opposite her and had his arms wrapped around her heaving shoulders. She pulled away at first. Her instant reaction was fear of discovery, but the touch of his hand seemed innocently sympathetic as it caressed her thick auburn hair. She felt uneasy with him pressing his warm body close to hers.
"You know I admire Pa, but I don't think he does right by you. Sorry if it's none of my affair, but ... but it's rather obvious. He gets home such late hours. I mean you are a human being and ..."
"Kevin, what are you saying?" she demanded, knowing full well that he was venturing in where only young people today dared venture. But he didn't realize that such an intrusion would only upset her more. "Honey, I know you mean well, but I can't take this talk."
"You're a human animal as well as a human being," he continued stubbornly. "You have needs, excesses in your system that require ... attention ... for your nerves and health."
"Kevin!" she cried, trying to sound indignant between sobs.
"Oh, gosh, Ma, I'm sorry," he said stroking her shoulder. "You know I admire Pa, and I wouldn't hurt either of you for anything, but I just can't understand why ... well, people can tell, you know!"
He saw that she couldn't answer him. He had embarrassed her, and although he knew how to take care of a woman's problems and certainly would love to take care of hers ... She was the one woman he loved most in the world! But of course, it would kill her to think her own son would ...
"Well," he changed the subject. "I guess while Pa and Natalie are arranging furniture, I'd better put in an honest day's work. Make lunch for me?"
"Is your father at your apartment?"
"Yeah, I couldn't get off work and he could, so he offered to be there when the furniture arrived and to help Natalie arrange it."
Liz felt an unreasonable tremor of fear. "When will the furniture arrive? Couldn't you have made arrangements? Most employers understand."
"Well, it's supposed to come first thing this morning so we'll probably all be here for lunch if that's all right."
"Oh, of course, it's all right. I'm sorry I seem so nervous, Kevin. Perhaps it's just that I know I'll miss the two of you."
"All right, thanks," he said, smiling, kissing her on the cheek a little lingeringly, it seemed to her, before he left.
Well, she wasn't going to sit around and brood. She would do the breakfast dishes, get dressed and keep her mind on ... on ... well, at least off what it should not be on, her son! What in God's name was happening to her? How could she think such strange thoughts? Was it because Kevin looked so much like Tom did as a very young man? Tom had been only two years older than Kevin was now when they had first met. Perhaps it was like returning to the past. Oh, how she wished she could. There were certainly a few things she would change about her own attitudes and behavior. It was not that she would give up her moderate ideals. No, she still believed in those. But surely the idea of moderate was a matter of interpretation. Before they were married she had been quite honest with Tom. She had told him quite clearly that she was a moderate person. At least she thought it was clear. Now she realized that what was moderate to her might be conservative to him! He had always called her conservative. Oh, God, what did words mean? Was there no way to communicate to each other with exact meaning?
A knot formed in her throat as she looked back, feeling that maybe if she had been a little less moderate, Tom would still be interested in her. Yet wasn't it up to him to be understanding, too? His son was far more understanding than he was! And that, she thought, running the hot water into the dishpan, was the trouble. No, she would not think of him and that was that. What she would do, she thought suddenly, was go over to the new apartment herself to see if she could do anything there. The chances were that she could help hang drapes and take care of many of the thousand little things there would be to do. Moving was just about the biggest and most tiring chore she knew of. There would be plenty to keep her mind in harness!
And so it was that about an hour and a half later, Liz Rouelle entered the open door of the new apartment to find furniture stacked everywhere but no Tom or Natalie in sight.
Knowing her husband, they were probably already taking a coffee break down at the cafe on the corner of the street. Once in awhile he interrupted a coffee break to help her around the house as long as the work period didn't last longer than ten minutes at the most. She sighed. Apparently Natalie was not very concerned about what happened to her things, leaving the door wide open like this. But then strange sounds started coming ... from where? Instinctively, Liz tiptoed around.
"Oh, Christ Almighty, do it again!" Tom's voice suddenly floated through the room from the bedroom. "Lick it right under the ridge! Oooohhhhh! That feels so damned good!"
"Do you like it when I play with your balls at the same time?"
"Oh, God, yes! Run your fingers over the skin. Do that, too!"
Liz's confused head flailed around from side to side at the sound of strange disembodied voices. Oh, God, was she going mad? Was this new passion she had let erupt in her last night already driving her crazy? Her eyes caught on the open bedroom door, and she quickly crossed the room, her eyes sweeping frantically through the mess of boxes piled on boxes. Her heart followed her gaze to the corner of the room where a mattress was hooped on the floor between the wall and the boxes. She didn't know how long she stood there too stunned to cry, but a good deal of time had passed, and she had seen enough to last her a lifetime. She was certain she would never forget the naked forms of Tom and Natalie as they tossed and heaved in the curved mattress. She turned and left, leaving the door as open as it had been when she came.
As soon as the movers had left, Tom had started opening crates. The way his daughter-in-law brushed against him and teased him, she was either a goddamned cock tease or she really meant business. He knew the kids nowadays were for a real open sex time and that swapping was for the older folks who believed, like himself. These kids just took what they wanted. They didn't worry about evening out the tricks. If hubby got it, then wifey got it at the same time, that was swapping. Now each partner just took whatever he or she pleased without interference or expectations of equality. Well, it looked like he might have a live-wire son. He never thought he would have with Liz raising the boy, but hot blood will not be squelched, he mused.
Natalie had filled a pan with hot sudsy water. Now wordlessly, she pulled off his shirt. "Into the water you go," she giggled. She was emptying a crate of dishes and stacking each piece on the sideboard as she removed the newspaper wrapping.
"You want me to wash those?" he asked, grinning. He was wondering if next she would remove his pants and trying to decide what to do if she did. She was a cute little minx. She made him feel as young as Kevin again. If he could be as young as Kevin and as wise as he was now, he would have married someone like her. She mumbled some answer just before she turned with more dishes for the stack.
"How's that?" he asked innocently and flicked a puff of suds at her that quickly evaporated, leaving a large dark circle of cloth clinging wetly to the tip of her full left titty. His long flaccid cock quickly engorged with blood and stiffened in his pants. Ouch! Obviously, the bitch wasn't wearing much of a brassiere, he thought, noting how the damply clinging cloth displayed the round little outline of her left nipple.
"I said," she prepared to repeat with a smile that seemed suggestive to him, "the dishes need a bath after being wrapped in all this dirty newspaper."
"Oh, I was hoping you had asked me to give you a bath." Suddenly he moved threateningly as though to pull her up and dump her into the pan of water.
"No! No!" she cried, laughing. She pulled away and turned back to emptying the crate. Now he watched her bend over. In the process, he could see her shorts slip teasingly into the crevice of her ass, revealing the warmly tempting shapes of her firm, moon-like asscheeks.
Tom Rouelle felt his already lust-stiffened cock harden even more and throb against the warm pressure of the sink where he pressed himself so she wouldn't see. He had to decide rationally what he was going to do. This was his son's wife. His son probably wouldn't give a damn what he did, considering young attitudes today, but still, he was reluctant. She was approaching with another few dishes, an evil gleam in her eye that seemed to penetrate right through his body to the hotly aching protuberance of his now fully squashed and erect-as-possible cock.
"I hope my new father-in-law," she said boldly when she reached him, "is not the dirty old man type."
"In what way?" he asked for something to respond. He had nearly choked at her statement.
"In any way at all," she giggled, settling her round young asscheeks against his thigh.
"Oooohhhhh, honey, you are in big trouble with your husband's father!" he exclaimed and suddenly lifted his arms to her face, pulling her harshly to him. What had he decided? He couldn't remember.
Tom's tongue splurged hotly into her mouth, flicking through the moistly clasping walls and pressurizing forcefully down the warm smooth length of her tongue. She sucked on it, slowly, drawing it down to her throat like she was trying to pull it out of his mouth by the roots. His lips pressed against hers, clinging there for a long moment and then the water and her hands against his chest caused his hands to slip from her face, and they lost contact.
"Now you better behave yourself so we can finish this," she admonished him, waving a finger at him.
"I'll give it the thought it deserves, you damn little cock tease," he said, wiping his hands on a paper towel. "Do you know how this feels right now?" Tom could not leave his zipper closed another moment. The pressure was killing him! Quickly he unzipped his pants, and Natalie, delighted, came and unbuckled his belt for him and then pulled the trousers completely down. His lust-inflated prick pushed obscenely against his shorts. Poking fun at it, she gleefully stripped him of his shorts. He couldn't believe what was happening. All thoughts of stopping her on behalf of wisdom had long since evaporated.
"Damn little cock tease," he repeated, spinning her around to get at the zipper on the back of her jersey. Unzipping it only part way, he quickly pulled it over her head, exposing immediately the full naked orbs of her sensuously swaying young tits, which he then cupped in his hands. Suddenly he pushed his palms harshly inward and squashed her tits against her chest.
"First you've got to lick me all over before I'll do it for you," she panted, gasping for breath and flicking her tongue out of her mouth obscenely.
"You mean you want me to suck your cunt?" he asked, still a little dumbfounded, perhaps by the speed. Even in his heyday, he didn't go this fast!
"Oh, yes, Tom. I want you to lick and suck it good!"
"Open your legs."
"Oooohhhhh, yeeessss," Natalie sighed as her shorts and panties were tugged over her full, sensuously curved hips and fell to the floor. He dropped to his knees in front of her moistly lubricating pussy and peeling the soft, hair-fringed lips apart with his thumbs, licked wetly down the entire length of her throbbing hot cunt, stopping to flick the tip of his tongue hotly over the tiny bud-like clitoris. She quivered back against it, screwing her smoothly rounded young asscheeks in small lewd circles around and around, encouraging his wet tongue to fuck its way up into her hotly throbbing cunt. He fucked it deep up into her warm cunt, tongue-fucking her slowly at first, then faster and faster, sending waves of lewd pleasure through her belly until she suddenly jerked his head away from her and moaned.
"Stop it! Stop it now. Oh, God, Tom, I'll cum all over your face if you don't stop!"
He stood and pressed his own nakedly exposed body against hers, the hugeness of the tightly swollen head of his blood-filled cock pressed into the throbbing slit between her widely spread legs. Her forehead pressed against his chest. She was trapped now between the sink and the hard searching length of his bloated prick in front of her. His hands closed around the tops of her thighs, gripping them tightly, his fingers digging harshly into her soft white flesh. "Are you going to ... do the same ... for me now?" he panted.
Natalie looked up at him and wetted her soft lips with her tongue as though considering the situation. It was hard not to feel guilty when Kevin wasn't around like he usually was, but she had told him she was going to seduce his father just to know what it would be like making love to her husband in twenty or so years. He had only laughed uncaringly, and she did want that big lovely Rouelle cock in her hungering mouth, to suck and lick on it!
"Not here, I'm not," she teased softly and squeezed her full throbbing thighs around the warmly pulsating rod between her legs. In almost cat-like fashion, she let the nails of one hand trail tantalizingly down his belly, down through the sparse pubic hair until her palm curled directly upwards around the immense fleshy pole. Her fingernails scratched lightly over the white blue-veined shaft, stroking softly on the steadily pulsing ridge just below the thick bulbous head and it jerked heavily at her touch.
"Oh, damn you," he moaned, almost at the end of his rope. "Where then? You don't seem to have a bed."
"It's coming this afternoon," she breathed, "but we have the mattress and spring."
Tom swung his arm around his young daughter-in-law's naked waist and, stepping over their clothing that was scattered all over the floor, led her around and over boxes to the hallway. God, she was really going to suck him off! Every nerve in his body strained toward the moment when those warm wet lips would close down over his passion-strained veined cock. A momentary uneasiness at their family ties flashed through his mind, but he reminded himself of the loose state of today's youth, a condition for the better, in his opinion, and if Kevin had married such a shamelessly hot broad, he had to approve.
The mattress and the spring were each in their own separate boxes. The first one he opened was the mattress. Natalie fetched a razor and he carved one whole broad side out of the box, allowing the mattress to fall in a kind of hammock style between the wall and the boxes stacked nearby. He pulled all the cardboard away and then looked to see where to push the boxes when he realized that there was no real need to go further. They had what they needed, and he pulled her into the mattress the way it was.
"Like this?" asked Natalie as he tumbled to the mattress and spread himself out on his back.
"Why not?" he asked hoarsely.
As he lifted his dark head and watched her sink to her knees and draw herself up between his thighs, a small anticipatory whimper of delight was already coming from between his tightened lips. Her curvaceous naked body hovered over his parting legs, and then she lowered her head until her face was mere inches from his firmly throbbing cockhead. He could feel her soft warm breath grazing over his abdomen and her hair, blonde as straw in the sunlight, spilling over his thighs onto the mattress. She gripped his long lust-burgeoning cock tightly between her hands, pulling on it slightly between both of her palms as she adjusted it below her face. She dipped her head and her warm pink tongue darted forward, flicking lightly over the thin, semen-seeping hole.
"Oooohhhhh," he groaned and thrust his loins involuntarily upward as the warm moistness of her wetly glistening lips closed like hot melted butter down over the sensitively throbbing head of his blood-engorged cock.
To guide the rhythm of her already slowly bobbing blond head, Tom reached down and tangled his hands tightly in her hair. The blood hard rod of thickened flesh was sinking deep into her hungry mouth now, crushing through her softly moistening lips into the wet saliva at the back of her throat. Tom groaned and undulated his pelvis, forcing the throbbing hardness upward and inward again until she set up a steady rocking motion, never quite letting it withdraw but leaving the hot swollen head lodged a half an inch or so up inside the warm wet cavern.
"Yeeeessss!" he grunted as her warm lips tightened around his stony hardness and her tongue began to swirl heatedly around the hot moistness of the rubbery blood-inflated head.
Her pink tongue, with nerve-tingling licks on the outstroke, was making the head throb and jerk as though his heart itself were beating inside it. He bent his head forward and watched through widely bulging eyes one of his hands tangling tighter into her bobbing head and the other fondling her sensuously swaying tits. He made a hard fuck forward and almost all of his long blood-thickened cock disappeared until only a little stretch of it showed white and glistening protruding from between her rapidly working lips. Her cheeks hollowed on the outstroke and expanded obscenely on the instroke. He withdrew and the thin elastic rim of her lips pulled out grotesquely, clinging to the flesh of his warmly tingling cock as though held there by invisibly fingers. Her tits jerked and danced below her lewdly pumping torso, one of them lifting and falling in his hand and adding to the lust-inciting picture.
"Lick it right under the ridge," he said hoarsely whsle he watched her. "Ooooohhhh, that feels so damn good!"
"Do you like it when I play with your balls at the same time?" she breathed hotly around his stony cock.
"Oh, God, yes! Milk your fingers over the skin. Do that, too!"
Deeply he sighed, and his head sank back in the mattress as she massaged the soft resilient skin of his testicles gently with one hand and stroked the base of his cock between the thumb and forefinger of her other hand as she continued to suck rhythmically up and down. She increased the speed and he could feel the silky softness of her tongue twirling faster and faster around the saliva-slicked, hardness at the apex of the withdrawal, the stroke of her fucking tongue ending in a magic flick across the tiny opening of the glans at the end. He flexed his ass, thrusting his hips back and forth and then arched his back up off the mattress to grind his wildly bobbing loins hard up against her face.
Natalie could feel his throbbing reaction beginning inside his balls and began to suck his lust-swollen cock a little harder, increasing the pressure of her mouth, the tips of her teeth digging gently into the hard resisting flesh, leaving thin white trails where they had scraped the blood beneath the surface of the skin. She reached under his asscheeks and cupped them in her palms, pulling his loins up tighter to her face. She could hear his breath quicken, and her passion began to build and build in reaction. She was sucking on her own father-in-law's blood-swollen cock, her mind hummed, and she was doing it with his own son's approval. In fact, she had had the uncanny feeling that she might be doing it because her husband wanted her to! After all, he could have gotten the day off to help her instead of asking her father-in-law! Well, if he wanted her to fuck his father, she would fuck his father. If her husband wanted her to be a little whore, she would be a little whore. Her body burned ecstatically with the thought of being used and slavishly made to perform any perversity her husband could think of!
"Fuck me! I want you to fuck me and cum up inside of me," she suddenly mumbled around his smoothly plunging instrument, struggling to get the words out and at the same time continuing the lewd twirling of her tongue around the moist blood-inflated head.
"You bet! I've got to fuck you, you little bitch. I'm going to fuck the shit out of you," he muttered.
Natalie felt his tangling fingers pull her by the hair until her lips withdrew with an obscene suction-like sound from his nearly bursting cock. His hands moved to her shoulders and twisted her body harshly until she fell on her back on the padding. Her father-in-law rolled himself full length on top of her, and she twisted and squirmed, smashing her hips against the wet hard cock pressing against her wildly rocking belly.
"Oooohhhhh, you've got such a big hard cock," she whimpered uncontrollably as he drew his hand up tight against the warmly swelling moistness of her hungering cunt, searching for the tight elastic little hole.
"And you have ... God, you've got such a sweet young pussy," he gasped, working at her hotly quivering cuntal lips now, slowly and expertly parting the thinly curling pubic hairs and insinuating his fingers, hurting slightly at first so that she gasped and bit down on her lips to stem the pain.
"Aaahhhhhh, it's going to feel so goooooood! Hurry! Fuck me now! Nooooooow!" she whimpered through contorted lips, flailing her head from side to side on the cotton-padded mattress.
As his strong hands pushed her thighs farther apart still, stretching her cunt until, it lay before him in a flat exposed plain, she shuddered expectantly. Her legs snaked out on either side of his body, and her calves locked against the backs of his legs. He grasped his hard lewdly aching cock in his hands and then Natalie felt the lips around her softly quivering cunt slowly stretching open. The elastic rimmed tightness resisted for a moment, then gave way before the hard cruel pressure.
"Aaaahhhhh," she groaned as it slithered deep inside her belly.
Tom Rouelle slowly shoved forward once more, and then suddenly he could stand it no longer, and he fucked into her with everything he had, sinking his lust-inflated cock all the way to the deepest recesses of her warmly accepting young belly. He could feel the soft, sperm-filled sac of his balls slap tightly against her jerking asscheeks and her legs kicked out in the air from the relentless onward pressure. But she responded like a creature from his wildest dreams, digging her heels into the ground and grinding her wetly clasping cunt back up his smoothly skewering shaft, begging for more of the cruel treatment. He could hardly contain himself as her grunts of pleasure resounded through the thick hedge of mattress surrounding them. It was like being in a padded room. He set up a quick rhythmic fucking motion, further incited by the flat smack of naked flesh on naked flesh as his belly smacked heavily against hers with each lust-heated stroke. It seemed impossible, but it was true. He was fucking that hard, thick blood-filled cock up into the warmly quivering confines of his own daughter-in-law's clasping defenseless cunt, and she was loving every minute of it. God, she was a wild woman when it came to fucking. He had never had anything like this before, and it took the utmost of his self-control to hold off from cumming instantly into the softly squeezing walls of her cunt.
"Ooohhhhhh! Aaauurrgh," she groaned as it pushed with greater force through the hotly pulsating hole. "Oh, fill me, darling, fiiiillll meeeeeeee!" The sounds came incoherently around the swabbing tongue sunk deep in her throat.
Tom dropped his dark body heavily down on her, smashing the full ripe tits tightly against his heaving chest. He reached back, grabbing her ankles and pushing them brutally back over her shoulders until she was rolled up into a tight round ball of helplessness beneath him. His shoulders pushing against the backs of her full rounded calves kept her locked in that vulnerable position as he fucked heavily into her. Reaching beneath them, he forced his hands between the mattress and the full white cheeks of her ass, kneading the warm soft flesh and pulling the gently rotating cheeks further apart. He could feel the hot smooth walls of her tightly clasping cunt sucking hungrily at his aching cock, convulsing tightly around his rapidly fucking hardness. Goddamn it, I'm going insane, he thought. I'm going to lose my fucking mind! Then, before he could begin another thought, he felt it begin for her.
"Aaauugghh, I'm cumming!" she screamed up into his mouth, and her body tossed under him, slipping and churning in a furious spasm.
"I'm cumming. I'm cumming, too," he mumbled over and over to himself, speeding up the already furious rhythm of his strokes. He could feel the hot white cum building up inside his heated balls as they beat hard against her wildly gyrating upturned ass. It was his own son's wife! But he couldn't let it stop! He was going to spurt his boiling semen into his own daughter-in-law's sweet little belly until she was filled to the bursting point with their dual mixture of hotly gushing cum juice, and then, before he could complete the thought, he could feel it, the pores of her cunt clasping voraciously around him and massaging his cock to a flooding hugeness that threatened to split her womb asunder. He could feel his breath becoming ragged and short, his cock jerking and stiffening even larger. He could sense the sensation of hot white cum spewing now out of the wildly jerking head and shooting up into her like liquid fire, ricocheting around inside her hotly convulsing cuntal walls like thick burning streams of molten lava.
"Oooohhhhh, oooohhhhh, aaaahhhhh!" His body gave one last spasmodic jerk, and he collapsed on the girl, pulling on her asscheeks while the huge rod continued to throb out its completion. Torrents of white hot cum still spewed from its red head, filling her womb and foaming out the fleshy contracting lips around the base of his cock and soaking the soft matted pubic hair it was buried in. It seemed endless and the pulsating head continued to beat against her cervix until it gave one last final spasm, the last drop sucked from it. He lay still for a moment to recover his strength and then slowly pulled himself off his daughter-in-law and fell onto his back on the mattress.
Natalie, too, lay spread-eagled and exhausted, her body heaving and panting, too weak to move in its complete satiation.
"You know what I'm looking forward to?" she finally said when she had enough breath to speak.
"What's that?" he asked. Tom had to struggle to keep his mind on whatever she had to say. It had been so damn long since he had had a good fuck like that, he could not help turning it over and over in his mind, reliving this detail and that.
"We're having a party Saturday night, and suddenly Kevin has discovered he has to be out of town. Almost everyone has been invited already except you and Liz. It'll be kind of wild ..."
He took her hand and squeezed it without looking at her. "That lets Liz out," he told her. "Maybe we had better forget about invitations to a wild party. She only attends 'moderate' ones, so stated in the invitation." As an afterthought, he chuckled. "Of course, I don't need an invitation after all this work, do I?"
"No invitation," she giggled. "Yours is a command performance ... Pa!"
Chapter 3
Liz Rouelle had all she could do to stumble down the steps to her car. She smiled weakly around, attempting to look natural even though there was no one around to see. But she couldn't tell that because her lovely green eyes were filled with tears. If Tom Rouelle had that much sex to give away, she whimpered to herself, surely he could save a moderate amount for his wife! She opened the door of the car after fumbling with the handle, and once sitting inside under the steering wheel, she found she couldn't move: She couldn't seem to think of where she was and had to fight to remember that she was trying to drive home. Oh yes, she had to take the keys from her purse to start the ignition. Even this was a major task ...
But finally, her trembling fingers managed to retrieve the keys from her purse, and she fumbled now with the ignition, stalling the car several times before getting it into drive. Slowly it lurched out of the parking lot and onto the street. I should not drive, she told herself. Liz was well aware that in her state of mind she wouldn't know the difference between reality and a mirage. People were walking along the avenue as she drove along, but it seemed to her that she would see a woman, for example, and suddenly the woman would be gone even though Liz's car had not passed her and the woman did not turn in anywhere or around any corners. She had been through such an experience before when Kevin had almost died of pneumonia as a child. Her head had been just as confused, alternately headachy and clear like a radio message traveling through intermittent waves of static.
She tried hard to concentrate on what she really saw through the car windows. After all, it was a beautiful day outside. The sky was a vivid blue, the clouds, puffs of pure white. Sprinklers whirred on freshly cut front lawns. There was the sound of an electric mower somewhere, though she could not see it. But the refreshment of her senses would not last. She found her heart falling into the much of self-pity as hard as she tried to prevent it. Angry, with deep revulsion, she imagined how Natalie had plotted the downfall of Tom Rouelle. His son Kevin was not enough for a whore like Natalie. Oh, no, she had to fuck the whole damn family! Seething with fury, Liz did not notice how the word 'fuck' fit naturally into her thoughts! But perhaps her definition of moderation was shifting!
Another surge of tears flooded her eyes. It became too difficult to see the road, and she pulled over to the curbing to wipe her eyes. She thought of driving to the beach or the hills, but she had seen too much this morning to solve her problems by driving around crazily like this. She couldn't erase the memory of Natalie moving her wetly sucking lips up and down over her husband's lust-hardened prick. She recalled, too, the expression on his face with guilty curiosity. She had never seen anything like it when she and he made love together, but she never would have performed an act like that on him, either. Then to her mind, Natalie and Tom became lower than the lowest animals through the very fact that they had consented to defile themselves like that! It was far easier for her to understand the mental concepts of fidelity and chastity than emotional depths she had never felt!
Yes, the new morality, so called, was not for her. It filled her with nothing but inner revulsion. Surely, her son could not have forgotten all that she had taught him. Surely, he, too, would be repulsed by the behavior she had witnessed. And he had the right to know to whom he was married, what kind of woman. The thought struck her in a flash as she started up the car again and pulled into the traffic on the avenue that she would go to Kevin and tell him everything. He just had to know what kind of a life that wanton harlot was leading him into, even if the facts hurt him as they were knifing into her at this very moment. Thinking of telling him, Liz was forced back into her memory once more.
She remembered the slowly flicking movement of her daughter-in-law's lips, the pouting and swelling of cheeks as Tom's large fleshy blood-filled cock had slipped up into her hungrily sucking mouth. Then she had seen Natalie swirl her tongue wetly across the opening of the inflamed member's smooth rubbery head and then dip and swirl again below the crown, slowly licking upward as a child might slap its tongue and suck on a red lollypop. Oh dear God, the image came back and she was unable to stop it! She had refused to do it to him so many times, and again she knew, but would not face, that perhaps her uncompromising policy of moderation left something to be desired.
As she approached home and what she knew was her moral duty to her son, to tell him when he came home for lunch all that she had seen at his new apartment, she tried hard to forget her obscene thoughts! Yet she could feel herself becoming involuntarily excited by the warmness of her pussy and the way she instinctively shifted her ass back and forth on the smooth seat cushion. Forbidden words flickered through her consciousness as they had done the night before; perhaps it was because she had seldom heard them and never had thought much about them, certainly never saying them aloud, that they had such significance to her. Words like cunt and suck and fuck and pussy and cock and prick and a myriad of combinations! Damn it, she thought, outraged at herself, this has to stop! She tried to steady her beating heart and calm herself from the excitement that had abruptly overtaken her moments before. But she couldn't. She found herself pushing back on the seat as she drove and pressing her cuntal lips into the form-fitting curves of the cushion.
At last, she drove into the gravel drive of her own home and was surprised to see the battered Chevie belonging to her son. Her heart leaped into her mouth and a wave of relief fell upon her. It would be so good to see him even though she had to break some terrible news. For some reason she couldn't understand, she was looking forward to his knowing. Well, she didn't blame herself. Enough had happened this morning to turn any woman's mind into an insane tangle of contradictory desires and thoughts!
She entered the house by the back door into the kitchen, half expecting him to be putting a sandwich together for an early lunch, but he wasn't there. She tried the dining room and the living room and then started upstairs. The house was a bastardized ranch style with only three little stairs to the hall from which a bedroom opened on either side. The door to his room was wide open, so it never occurred to Liz to look the other way. Since she was looking for him, in fact, it was quite natural for her to look in! She had so much trouble believing what she saw that she was rooted to the spot and unable to move her eyes from the bed.
He was lying on the bed, completely naked, a drink in hand, his face turned up toward the ceiling. The radio was on and playing some rock piece, totally foreign to Liz. His nakedness in the flesh here reawoke the sounds of his lovemaking last night. It was startling. She didn't want to confront him like this, but she couldn't seem to pull away.
His head averted out the window now, he raised his drink lazily to his lips and rubbed his hand on his flat; tanned belly, running his fingers carelessly down to the soft dark pubic hair that covered his groin. In another almost lazy movement, he coursed his finger over his softened cock that still looked huge as it was and squeezed it tentatively, then more firmly. She watched the fleshy organ pulse out and grow in his hand, but he let it go, stretching slightly, then settled his hand on his thighs. His mother shuddered nervously and again turned to leave. She decided she better forget telling him about what had gone on, at least right now. But in spite of herself, her eyes remained fixed on his body. They drew her back, lighting on the harmonious lines of his muscled shoulders and arms lying on his stomach and thigh and on the half-erect blood-gorging length of his lusty cock that must have been six inches long in that state alone. He sipped again from his drink and ran his hand over his relaxed thigh in another casual movement that was provocative to Liz. She must leave! She must go! This was her own son, she thought.
Suddenly she began to understand her feelings more clearly in this moment that was mixed with fright and wanton desire. She realized she was attracted to her own son, but still she found no will to exercise, to help her leave the edge of the porch. Kevin lifted up one leg and scratched his knee. The soft sac of his testicles softly cradled on the cushion beneath his slightly flexing asscheeks, and she could see the base of his long thick instrument rise up from the nest of sparse hair surrounding it.
What could she do? Since she couldn't move away, she turned decisively into the room and stood next to the bed. He looked up at her casually as though he were laid out on the couch in the living room in his Sunday suit reading the funnies.
"Ma!" he smiled, his face becoming attractively more alert, though a slightly startled expression lit his brown eyes. Why should he be startled?
"Well, I, uh, I came to talk to you about something," she gasped, flushing with embarrassment. "But, b ... but I think it can wait."
"Damnit, Ma, I'm sorry you caught me here like this," he smiled again, forcing it a bit. "I was sure I'd hear you come in ..." His voice rose in apology and then trailed off.
But he was not sorry! He couldn't be, Liz reasoned. What was he doing lying in her home with the door open like this? As he apologized, his mother still had full view of his long thick lusty cock, and what had been a slight erection enlarged still further. It stood out at a forty-five degree angle, a rock-hard shaft deeply pink right up to the faint collar of skin under the blood-swollen head.
"Gosh, Ma, let me put my shorts on, at least," he said, swinging his feet onto the floor. "I feel as crazy as you do, talking to you like this."
Liz let out a short hysterical giggle. "I ... I guess I should have called out for you before I came up to the bedrooms."
"Think I look like my father, Ma?" he asked, slapping his ass-cheeks in a cocky assertive manner as he faced her.
His mother flushed to the roots of her dark auburn hair and turned her face away.
"Okay, okay, I'm making you uncomfortable. Be back in a second." He trounced into the bath attached to his room or started to, then turned back, opened the door under his nightstand and took out a bottle of scotch and a glass. He fished an ice cube out of his own glass, poured the amber liquid generously, and handed the drink to his mother. Then he once more went his way to the bathroom.
Liz was still standing near the bed. She raised the tepid scotch to her lips. The burning liquor taken straight had an instant calming effect on her nerves, and she leaned back against the bedpost, momentarily relaxed. It certainly was embarrassing to walk in on her own son like this, although, true to the new morality, it didn't seem to bother him at all. But she had rather had her fill of lewd incidents lately, bodies in lewd copulation, poses, whispers that echoed tantalizingly in the dark. It was some kind of obscene nightmare.
As far as Kevin looking like his father, Tom ... well, in a way it was true, despite the fact that Kevin was still so young, still in the finely sculpted stage of the early twenties, contrasting with his father's growth to a coarser masculinity. Kevin was still far less hairy. The image of Kevin's huge erectly throbbing prick standing out as menacingly as Tom's always did, the warmly pulsating head a few feet away from her, appeared in her mind's eye again with haunting clarity. Good God, it was gigantic! She blushed with the memory. It must have been as big and as thick around as his father's, she judged and tried to shove the thought out of her mind. She heard Kevin rummaging in the bathroom. It was not long before he appeared at the door into the bedroom again, his loins draped in a bath towel.
"I just draped this around me," he said, "I thought I left my clothes in the bathroom, but I don't see them."
Liz nodded limply. Her son picked up his half-finished drink from the night table and sat down on the bed.
"Sit down, Ma, and tell my why your face is all tear-stained."
She did sit down, taking another gulp of her drink. Being so near his almost nude body made her nerves flutter. She forced a smile and tossed her head back, taking a deep breath.
"I ... I don't know where to begin. It ... it all started last night. Oh, no it didn't. Let me think what started when."
"It started months ago, I'm willing to bet," he said with a young man's certainty. His attitude made her feel it necessary to defend Tom, at least. Had he said he knew it had nothing to do with his father, all of Tom's sins would have been laid bare! She was suddenly aware of this tendency to react against his attitude, his opinions, himself. It was a defense mechanism, she thought. This ... this thing that was growing between them ... it mustn't be allowed to get any bigger. It's head must be chopped off here and now. She must not agree with Kevin in anything. She must not feel that close to him ... but oh, she did!
Now he lay his hand in an affectionate gesture on her knee. It felt reassuring resting there, and it did give her strength. She resolved to herself that she would not tell him that Natalie had been unfaithful with his father. She would simply inform Kevin of his own wife's infidelity. That was the important thing for him to know.
"Drink your scotch, Ma. That's a good introduction to any conversation."
"How does that work?" she asked, glad to be diverted for a moment from her difficult task.
"I guess it loosens your tongue enough so you can blurt out the first thing that comes to your mind!" he half laughed. "It's like pulling out the cork so you can get at what's in the bottle."
"Oh, God," she cried out. She did feel bottled. It was exactly the right word to have used. Her eyes once more welled with tears. "It ... it was Natalie, dear. She's been unfaithful to you, Kevin. Yes, she's been making love to another man!" The words came then in a fast stream, punctuated by quick sobs. "I saw it in your new apartment. She did terrible things with someone. I ... I don't know how you could stand her after all this. I saw it. God, dear, I can't stand to think what she's done to you!"
Kevin sat up straight on the bed, the towel falling carelessly down his waist and baring the pubic hairs of his groin. He clenched his hands across his knees and clasped and unclasped his fingers in a nervous, almost impatient gesture. "I can't follow exactly what you've said," he sighed in slight irritation. "What has she done? She's been unfaithful to me?"
"That's exactly what I said," she stated sharply, an iron resolve asserting itself.
Her beloved son pressed his palms to his forehead and bent over in apparent agony. She could not help putting a comforting arm around him.
"That lousy tramp," he cried. "I ... I can't understand it. We've been so close. God, you should have seen the way she made love to me just last night!"
Liz finished off her drink in one gulp. She could see that this had disturbed him more than she had anticipated, and she was at odds within herself as to what she should do. Her eyes rested on the tensed muscles of his legs just below the folds of the towel and traveled up to his crotch and then to his slightly hair-covered belly. Then she turned her gaze away.
"For Christ's sake, Ma, tell me what they did. Who was it who was doing it to her?" He slammed his fist hard into his other arm, making the ice cubes dance around on the inside of the glass ... "Tell me all about it, every detail. I want to know everything!"
Liz shifted her weight. She stretched out her long perfectly formed legs in front of her and crossed them at her delicately curving ankles. As her green eyes coursed to his face, his own gaze now traversed the length of her body from the smoothly cupped firmness of her large high-set tits down to the rounded fullness of her lushly curving thighs.
"Oh, I can't do that," she said. "I can't turn a knife around in a wound," she sighed.
"But you don't understand, Ma! Not knowing what happened, who fucked that goddamn whore makes things intolerable."
"Don't use that word!" Liz shouted nervously. "I can't stand to hear it. I'm tired of hearing it."
"What are you complaining about? I'm the one who has to worry about his wife's screwing around. Why are you acting as though it was you who was injured? "Anything that injures you ..."
"Oh, come on, Ma," he said in a strange tone as though he knew damn well there was something else. What did he know? The blood drained from her face.
"I ... I don't understand!"
"Just tell me! Tell it," he insisted. "Did she, or rather, did he kiss her?" he asked with a suspicious sounding softness in his voice. "Did he run his hands down below or anything?"
Liz didn't know what it was that she couldn't stand most, what he wanted her to describe or the building feelings in her own body, being so close to her own son ... "Yes, yes!" she moaned. "Of course, they did all those things!"
Kevin's face contorted in what looked like anger. He stood up, holding the towel tightly to his waist and poured himself and his mother another drink.
"What else did they do, Ma?" he asked, but in a commanding tone. "Did she put her mouth around his ... uh, his thing ... like this?"
Liz fell back on one hand amazed. Kevin had reached in front of his towel and had seized his hard prick that now protruded out against the front of the tightly pulled material.
"Don't turn away from me, Ma," he said strongly. "You've come here to tell me about Natalie, and you've left out all the important facts. For all I know, you're hiding something."
"Oh, no," she sobbed. "Nothing necessary," she added doubtfully.
He stood only a few inches from her now, the lines of his enlarged blood-swollen cock clearly evident pressing harder against the towel. God, what was he doing, looking down at her like this? She felt that he could see all the way into her soul and that she was guilty. Well, she didn't think she was guilty. It wasn't her fault if he was attractive to her, was it? She was fighting it, after all!
"I told you, Ma, there's no one as beautiful as a man's mother!" he said. "No one as loyal," he added, pressing his fingers against the bulge of his lust-inflated prick that stood out at an obscene angle from his body beneath the towel.
Liz swallowed half of her new drink. She felt a light bead of perspiration trickle down between the tingling mounds of her titties and settle in a tiny pool just above her navel. Her light dress seemed incredibly hot, and that same moistly warming sensation beneath her nylon panties that she had felt in the car began pulsating softly in her groin.
"I ... I don't understand, dear," she managed to say, biting at her quivering lips.
"Ma," he leaned over her very suddenly, "what has Pa been up to?"
Liz managed to find a hanky and wiped her eyes. She avoided the question but she was trying, otherwise, to be very level-headed about the whole mess. She got control over her tears, but the shocking jolt of his question made her avoid thoughts of her husband in a kind of self-defense and to wonder instead why her son couldn't see where the true problem lay. His attention was all on her when it certainly should have been elsewhere. He was acting very strange, frightfully strange and the thing between his legs was sticking out like an erect pendulum. He didn't even seem concerned about it at all. She had brought him up better than that ... surely.
"I don't think I heard you, Kevin," she murmured.
"Ma, drink your drink. I think we both need another one. And," he returned to the subject, "Natalie isn't going to pull some fool thing like that and get off without retaliation." People could sure be complicated, Kevin was thinking, especially mothers. His mother was of the old school, he knew. Still she was a good-looking and obviously frustrated woman.
She drank willingly. Thank God for the comfort and simplicity that liquor was giving her right now, she thought. The world was so complicated otherwise, so complex, so hard to understand. But with enough alcohol under her belt, all she had to do was ask the simple question, what do we do next, and let her son take over.
"Well, what are we going to do now?" she asked softly, looking up at him. She had had just enough to drink that she got that wonderful feeling she so loved of wanting to be rocked to sleep. If only she could bring herself to telling him that they were both in the same plight, that Natalie had been running her long licking wet tongue between his own father's legs, and if she could just admit that it had been Tom's moistly throbbing cock inside Kevin's wife's hungrily sucking mouth! Then he would not be so distant, she reasoned crazily, hazily, and then he would take her in his arms and rock and ... and ... oh, God, what was she thinking?
"Oh, God, Kevin," she cried before he would answer her previous question and before she knew quite what she was doing, "it was Tom! It was your father, my husband. It was Tom who did it to her, dear son. Didn't you guess?"
Kevin bolted back, forcing a look of alarm at her words. He had finally gotten her to say it! He suppressed an affectionate smile. Was it possible that there were still such naive females in the world as mothers? But, he couldn't help wonder, too, were mothers really that naive?
"Pa?" he stuttered by gasping before and after the single syllable. He should have been an actor, he thought. Actually, he was rather amused that Natalie had been able to seduce his father as she claimed she could.
"I'm sorry, Kevin, but you can see why if there's anything I don't need it's your callousness!"
"I knew he was screwing around but ... but ..." Kevin seemed unable to finish the statement, and Liz was too dipsy to be as dumbfounded as she might have been under more sober conditions.
Liz was unable to say anything. She sipped on her drink, finishing it, and Kevin refilled it even once again as well as his own.
"It's hard to believe Pa would do such a thing to us. I mean, to you, Ma. A woman has her needs, I know that." His face looked appropriately pained.
Kevin watched the smoothness of his mother's firmly rounded thighs exposed to him below her light summer dress that had snaked up almost to the vee of her loins. He could feel small beads of sweat breaking out on his upper lip as he studied their delicious fullness, and it was all he could do from reaching over and pulling her down right now, mother or no mother! Obscene thoughts of how sweet her warmly clasping little pussy wrapped around his bloated veined cock would feel shifted hotly through his mind.
"Christ, Ma, I hate to think of what you're missing," he breathed, inching his arm up her back and resting his hand on the softness of her neck.
Liz looked at him as best she could through the alcoholic curtain over her eyes. She searched his brown eyes for meaning. What she saw was his father of years and years ago, the same lecherous look. Her heart turned over. There was the inexplicable tingling in her body for a chance to remake the past.
"I ... I'm not sure of that," she said loyally and almost by rote.
"I don't think you mean that," he said slowly, his tongue slipping over his lips suggestively.
Liz felt the muscles in her neck tense, but she didn't pull away from his hand. A clamminess crept the length of her spine, causing a little shiver to pass over her. She managed to speak finally.
"Kevin, don't," she said, taking another strong gulp from the glass and setting it absentmindedly on the night table. Her elbow then knocked carelessly, perhaps nervously, against the little table and the tumbler fell with a shattering of glass to the floor.
She bent down to pick up the splintered pieces scattered in front of the bed and, as she did, her son clasped his hand around her chin and drew her face to his lips. She pulled back, her lips quivering in fear, then he pulled forward again and thrust his tongue deep into her resisting mouth. She tried to rise up and wrench away, but she could not. It was not a matter of his superior strength that was evident in the tight grasp he had now around her shoulders and the firm clasp of one hand on the pouted flesh of her lovely cheeks. It was just that for some reason which she knew should be evident to her confused mind ... she didn't want to! He kissed her again, and this time her lips trembled softly as he splurged in his tongue, then withdrew it slowly, sending out warm electric tingles of pleasure across her flushed cheeks.
"No," she said, trying to show some sort of conviction and finally drew up and slanted her heaving body away. "Kevin, this is incestuous. It's no way to solve anything. We must be ... be reasonable!"
Kevin rose from the bed and stood in front of her. Liz's mind, dazed from the alcohol he had been feeding her all afternoon, had difficulty focusing, but gradually she saw what had not previously registered in her mind, and she flinched back with shock. The towel lay at his feet and his huge fleshy monster of a lusty cock stood up at a rigid forty-five degree angle, its giant slowly reddening head only a few inches from her face.
Liz smoothed the skirt of her dress across the tops of her beautifully shaped legs. Her hands played nervously with a strand of loose auburn hair that fell carelessly across her cheek. She tried to keep her eyes away from him, to resist the overwhelming desire to gaze directly upon the satiny bronzed skin of his large chest smoothly tapering down to his flattened waist and belly, but she could not. Around his asscheeks was the white band of his skin hidden from the sun by bathing trunks, accentuating his thighs. Liz's mouth went dry and she tingled with a warmly rippling sensuality as he shifted his weight and bent toward the table by the bed where his drink remained half-finished.
"I guess there's no need to bother Pa about all this," his voice trailed off as he faced away a moment, turning his protruding rigid prick away from her. "But listen, Mom. You and I are human, too. We can't let other people just walk all over us, having the times of their lives and letting us sit off on the sidelines and suffer. You can wait forever, you know. Waiting doesn't work."
Liz sighed audibly. He heard the light squeak of the bedspring when she pushed back with her feet on the floor. He didn't like this blackmailing sort of thing, getting her into bed by threatening a confrontation with his father, which was what it amounted to, but it seemed the only way to prove to her what was for her own good. He could see that her beloved female body was aching to let him fuck it. He knew by the way her green eyes glazed over when she looked at his hotly throbbing prick almost beckoning her to suck it and to let him skewer it up into her warm little belly. He imagined that Natalie had not had nearly as much difficulty with his father, who needed little coaxing to leap into bed with practically any desirable woman.
They had planned their seductions together. They had not been with the elder Rouelle's long when they realized that the love in the house was fast freezing solid and at this point needed a couple of hardy young blow torches to get thawed out. Natalie and Kevin decided that since they were the only blow torches handy and willing to rectify the situation, there was no choice about what they would do. Obviously, no other man would be bothered with the battle it would take to batter down his mother's defenses, Kevin had argued. Because he really wanted her, he might have been prejudiced. On the other hand, he was very likely right, as well.
Liz caught the ominous tone in his voice about confronting his father. Oh, God, she didn't want that. Somehow, she knew that filling Tom with guilt was not the way to win him back. Who believes for long in his own guilt? Liz was sure that to confront Tom was a sure way to lose him completely!
"I ... I'm beginning to see your point," she said and stood up from the bed. "But I'm so upset, Kevin. Can't we have a cold drink?" They had been drinking the scotch without ice the past couple of drinks.
Kevin swiveled from his stance and went to the kitchen for ice. She was sitting exactly where he had left her when he returned except that she had filled each of their glasses with more scotch. He dropped a couple of ice cubes in each glass, handing her one.
Liz drank gratefully, her mind so engrossed in her own thoughts and the relieving feeling of the cold liquor washing down her throat that she didn't notice him coming up close to her. Suddenly she sensed his face inches from her own, his breath hot again against her mouth. She squirmed backward, but he approached again, his huge blood-filled cock pressing against her leg and his hands massaging her flat tense abdomen. She couldn't deny the fascination her son held in her, the almost hypnotizing warmth his hands produced and the thrill of his heavily throbbing cock poking near her moistly widening cunt. Neither could she ignore the fact that she was married to her son's father regardless of what Tom seemed able to ignore. She could hardly forget her strict moralistic background, either, which would certainly place her in hell fire for the feelings she was entertaining about her own son. But the most important thing of all was that Tom shouldn't be confronted so perhaps she had better play along. Hopefully, she wasn't just rationalizing her own desires!
"Oh, yes, Kevin. I understand," she whispered.
She lay her hand softly on the warm firmness of his hip without even thinking of what she was doing. She felt his hand reach around to the back of her dress, playing with the latch and zipper over her back until he had pulled it loose. It fluttered down, catching on her hips momentarily, and then it fell off and she kicked it to the floor. With frenetic rapidity, she pulled her half slip off too and tossed it carelessly onto the bed.
Chapter 4
The beautiful mature auburn-haired Liz Rouelle, tipsy as she was, felt a momentary flicker of remorse after disrobing, but it quickly faded as Kevin moved his mouth down her neck, planting warmly sucking kisses along the smooth curve of her hairline. She was still partially clothed in a pair of transparent nylon panties and a brassiere that covered her lusciously uplifting titties thrusting into the cups of his lewdly kneading hands.
He released one hand suddenly. With an experienced snap of his fingers, he unclipped the tightly clasping halter and the two large white fully rounded tits swayed out, their erect nipples brushing his face as the brassiere dropped to the floor. He ran his tongue down between the lush cleavage and lighted his lips on one nipple that sprung out in diamond-chipped hardness at his first gently nibbling suck.
"Ah! Oh! Ahhhhh," she moaned and found her own hands coursing down his stomach.
Moving one hand to the smoothly curving roundness of her nylon clad ass, he cupped one cheek while continuing to suck like a milking child on her tits. God! Those asscheeks were as beautifully shaped as her tits; the thought flooded his mind. Her body was warm and soft against him. She lowered her face, pulling his lips from her titty and locking her mouth tightly to him as her hand began its instinctive search between their standing bodies for his rock-like hardness.
He gasped as the coolness of her fingers closed around his blood-hard rigidity. Damn it! He really had her going. Now all that was necessary was to move her down onto the bed and continue what they were doing standing up.
"Let's lie down," he suggested.
Liz turned toward him, her face dazed-looking with lust. Her hand remained locked around his rapidly stiffening cock. He pulled away to sit on the bed and waited, but she didn't follow. For a moment he was worried, but then she slowly sat at the foot of the bed. She looked up at him and smiled, but as the act between them grew more inevitable and close, the smile became nervous.
"Kevin, I don't know about this," she finally said. "I ... I am terribly confused and have had too much to drink to be rational."
Kevin shrugged. She had been too rational all her life. That was exactly the barrier that had to be broken through. She had raised him to be rational as well, and it certainly had its value in the proper time and place ... but not in bed!
"What do you suppose Natalie and Pa are doing now," he said as though he were musing idly instead of reminding her of the circumstances.
Liz flinched, then she leaned back on her elbows, propping up her sensuously reclining body. God Almighty, he thought, he just had to have her now. He couldn't wait a moment longer! She was performing like a cock-teaser. He couldn't blame her for acting that way, considering the situation. But he knew she didn't really know what she was doing but was unconsciously responding to himself.
Silently, she picked up her scotch and sipped, then set it back down, this time on the floor. He was lying next to her now, running his fingers down her sides in lightly playing circles and bringing her to another pitch of arousal that had been dampened momentarily when they had talked.
He grabbed her all of a sudden, not being able to resist a moment longer. He pressed his lips to her mouth and kissed moistly, feeling her asscheeks tighten against his hand resting on them and then, with dwindling reluctance, she kissed him warmly back. Her familiar female odor was maddening, a perfume enhanced her natural body odors and reminded him not only of her nearness as he grew up but of a new, fresh, untouched garden. It was a spring-like smell. Her lips were soft and gave a yielding rubbery softness that sent chills over his skin in thin fine tracks like those made on the ice by skates in winter. He moved his hand to the elastic waistband of her white nylon panties and pulled them slowly down over the softness of her full round asscheeks and let them drop to the floor.
He then pivoted his body, wriggling slowly down her side, his lips kissing the firm curves of her softly quivering flesh. He pulled himself over her stomach and ran his tongue over her smooth flat belly, dipping his head to just above her softly waving curls of red-embered auburn pubic hair.
The shocking obscenity of what he was about to do made Liz recoil in sudden repugnancy.
"Oh, no! No! You mustn't do that! It's awful! Oh, no, Kevin!" Liz moaned and twisted, but Kevin's heavy grip held her fast. "Please! Please! Your father has never done that to me!"
"I'm willing to bet he's done it to Natalie," he gasped. "You should have it, too. It's only fair," her son answered, his brown eyes feasting hungrily on the thin coral lips.
He placed his strong hands, palms flat against the inside of her thighs, his thumbs resting on the soft fleshy cuntal lips. She looked down at him hunched there on all fours now, pushing her legs wide apart and grinning up between her proudly upstanding tits like a beast of prey ready to pounce on its helpless fear-stricken victim and devour it in savage feast. The moistly pinkening flesh of her nakedly exposed cunt was presented up to his leering face in defenseless sacrifice, and she lay frozen to the mattress, watching his tongue slowly circling his lips in nervous preparation for the ravishment about to take place.
Kevin Rouelle moved his handsome face forward, careful not to shake the bed and alarm the sudden trust building inside her from the gentle touch he was subjecting her to now. He knew she wanted him to do it. It was only a matter of showing some tenderness as he began. He swallowed deeply as his thumbs pressured slowly outward and her secret cavern flowered open to his frozen gaze until suddenly it was completely open and the soft inner flesh came into tantalizing view. It was pink and smooth and a slight moisture from her secretions was visible, glistening and wet on the soft inner flesh of her thighs. His mouth opened wide as he dropped his dark curly head closer to the moistly glistening mound. Then he buried the full length of his long slippery tongue snake-like into the warmly throbbing cuntal walls.
"Oh, my God," she moaned, not knowing whether to push his head away or to pull him closer to her secret genitals. "What are you doing to me, Kevin?" Again she jerked and a soul-searing moan escaped from her chest.
As the strong male tongue swiped once more, this time it burrowed against the softly tingling bud of her clitoris. She ground back her asscheeks in uncertain response, and he licked again, his rapidly darting tongue circling around the steadily moistening cuntal lips, prodding at her clitoris and then exploring the silky, hair-fringed flanges in a relentlessly flicking movement.
"Oh, God, Kevin ... my son, my son! Please stop!" But his plunging head shook negatively, and he continued on.
Liz rolled her head back on the mattress, knowing that she couldn't get up and leave now when she had already gone so far as to kiss him and to hold his blood-swollen cock in her tightly squeezing hands. But now a new sensation swept over her that she had not been prepared for, or at least hadn't been aware of before. Sensations that only an instant before had filled her with an inner revulsion were now sending out tiny pulses of pleasure through her groin. Yes, it felt good, and she was being eaten and sucked and enjoying it just as Tom had writhed in ecstasy over Natalie's hotly devouring mouth between his legs on his big huge lust-bloated cock!
Her hands moved sensuously downward over her warmly throbbing tits and slid slowly across her smooth flat stomach, coming to rest on either side of his lips.
"Oh, yeeeessss, Kevin. You're doing it sooooo goooood," escaped sputtering from her open mouth.
Her son's lips rounded and fully covered the hotly clasping opening, and he fucked his tongue deep down into it, bringing a low guttural groan from Liz, whose convulsively throbbing thighs pressed around either side of his moving head. Kevin could feel the wet flesh slip moistly around his long extended pink tongue as the walls of the warmly palpitating cuntal hole dilated and closed in a hungry little sucking motion, trying to pull it deeper within. Christ Almighty, he had her going now, his mind raged, and there was nothing that could stop her rampaging pussy from thrusting against his wetly skewering tongue, nothing in the goddamn world! Her heels pressed hard down against his back, trapping his body between her desperately straining thighs until he couldn't breathe. His nose was smashed tightly against the tiny hard bud of her clitoris above, breathing in the pungent odor of the lust juice that was now flowing in abundance from her tender pink hole. It incited his already stiffening cock to a hardness that he could no longer control. He had to fuck his mother. God! He had to fuck his own mother! He had to screw her now or he would explode his cum out all over the mattress.
"Oooooohhh, lick my pussy like that some more!" she moaned and dug her hands into his face, pulling it tighter and tighter into her updrawn legs that were opening and closing rhythmically around his bobbing head. "Yessssss, suck it! Oh, suu-uuuuuck!" she mewled, and the cords of her neck stood out when she pulled with all her strength against the dark tangled hair of his head.
Kevin Rouelle could stand it no longer. He wrenched his shoulders up from between her desperately clasping legs and lifted his torso over her, pressing his hands down to the sides of her excitedly squirming body for support. She was a tantalizing little piece of innocence and warmly opening sexuality lying below him. It was hard to believe that she was his forty-two year old mother! Her gorgeous auburn hair streamed across her forehead and fell in gently outlining circles over her titties. The full lips of her mouth opened and closed gasping for breath, and her small fists clasped and unclasped while she went through the agony of waiting for the renewed onslaught against her naked and exposed body.
"Oh, God, why did you stop, Kevin? It felt so good!" Liz moaned. She peered up at him as though she were a child being reprimanded for something she didn't quite understand. "I ... I never thought it would be like that, honest, I didn't. Do you know that?"
Kevin remained silent. She saw him kneeling on all fours over her, his face twisting lewdly, and her eyes trailed down his broad young chest and stomach to the rigid pulsating pole that stood lewdly out like a hotly throbbing sword from the soft shadows of his heated groin.
"I'm going to fuck you now, Ma," her twenty year old son panted. "It's time we got down to the real business at hand, isn't that right?"
"Oooooooohhhh," Liz groaned, a sudden flood of fear and the memory of what she had just allowed him to do to her with his tongue wetly between her legs sending a wave of humiliation through her body. Yet the very lewdness of his words had excited her more, if that were possible, and she fought within herself against this final surrender that would mean her total surrender to her own son.
"Open your legs, Ma. Open them wide," he spat out with an unexpected viciousness. "When you get this inside of you, you'll know what fucking is all about!"
Quivering half in fear, half in anticipation, Liz opened her legs wide apart, wider than when he had his head lodged between them. Kevin levered up over her, his arms stiff, his hands resting on her shoulders. He dropped one hand between their bodies, taking the hard throbbing cock between his fingers and guiding it forward, using the thick rubbery head to part the full fleshy lips of her hotly devouring cunt. She turned her head to the side of the mattress, closing her eyes with a shudder as she felt its soft electrical contact against the sensitive ragged edges of her moistly dilating pussy.
"Aaaaahhhhh, oh, oh! No!" she whimpered, attempting a protest as she felt the first harsh pressure against the wet elastic opening of her hungering cunt. Yes, she was moist down there from the constant suckings and lickings of his lips and tongue, yet he seemed larger and thicker than she would be able to take even in her wildly excited state.
He pushed.
"Aaaauuuggghhhh," she moaned as he levered forward, and just the tip slipped through, stretching the slightly resisting rubbery opening until Liz felt as though her thighs were splitting apart from the relentless outward pressure. It had been so long since she had last had anything in there!
Again he pushed, the blood-engorged head forcing itself into the wetly clasping, and he felt her flesh give way, her full firm asscheeks arching up to receive the full length of his relentlessly prodding cock. Natalie had not believed he could do it! Aha! How wrong she had been! His hot, puritanical little mother would be thrashing beneath him like a bucking mare at any moment, and his hot little wife had said his mother wouldn't even let him kiss her beyond a peck on the cheek!
But this was all too goddamn good to be true! She was driving him out of his mind! His obscene pleasure was heightened by the realization that he was finally getting even with his father in some obscure animal way that he did not fully understand! He was not just fucking his own mother, but he was fucking his father's little wife and fucking her good!
"Oh, yessss, shove it into me, darling. Fuck me gooood! Screw me like that, yeeessss!" Liz's voice intoned involuntarily, and her whole body twitched and writhed beneath him in a reaction that had been building in her for longer than she had realized. There was no longer any reason to fight the lewd flames of desire coursing through her veins. She had lost, and there was nothing to do but urge him on with the lewdest words she could think of and to enjoy her own obscene surrender to the act of incestuous adultery as Kevin's vigorously skewering hot cock fucked deeper and deeper into her cunt.
He slipped his hands down her voluptuously curved sides and slid them around the soft round globes of her smoothly gyrating asscheeks, grasping them harshly, one in each hand. God, his hands felt beautiful cupping at her asscheeks, the thought blazed in her mind. They cupped and squeezed while he fucked his heavily impaling lusty rod deep into her flowering defenselessly grasping cunt, pumping with increasing force until her legs on either side of her hips were jerking and quivering with uncontrolled abandon.
And amazingly now, she didn't even care. She had known that he would fuck her, had been aware of it really from the moment she had walked into the bedroom knowing that he was stark naked on the bed. Yes, she had wanted that cock that was now fucking and plunging its sperm-inflated head up through her warmly clinging cuntal hole, fucking her with a hot vengeance that they both shared against Tom Rouelle! She could feel the hard ridges of his piston-like rod drubbing into her open belly like a washboard, with merciless, pile-driving fucks. The thick blood-engorged shaft began longer smooth strokes that brought the smoothly pistoning head almost all the way out of her tightly clasping cunt on the backstroke and then fucked forward again into her uplifting asscheeks until she could feel the velvety smack of his balls down against the unprotected crack where nested her asshole.
"Do you like it?" she suddenly heard his voice as though from a great distance.
"Yes, oh, God! Kevin, it feels so good!" she whined softly, the maddening slap of his balls on her nakedly exposed asshole driving her to greater frenzy.
"Then tell me it's better than Pa. Tell me that," he demanded, suddenly increasing the thrust of his sword-like driving lewdly bloated instrument through the ravished sucking walls of her hungering cunt.
"I'll tell you anything you want," she moaned. "Just keep on doing it. Yes, you do it better. You fuck me much better than your father does ... when he does. Oh, Kevin, you know how to really fuck me. Keep it up!"
Kevin gloated above her on the lewdly squeaking mattress. He had gotten her to say it and now he braced himself on his knees and elbows over the insanely thrashing body, letting the hungrily clasping cunt slip and draw itself up and down the rigid length of his veined cock at will. He bucked forward on her upstroke several times, driving the growing head almost through the walls of her hungrily dilating womb.
"I ... I never had it so gooooddd," she repeated of her own volition now.
He moved one hand down from her wildly rotating asscheeks and played teasingly with his finger at the widely spread crack. Then he prodded one finger in through the softly giving crack, finding her warm virginal asshole ready and almost accepting his probe. She jerked back, startled at first, as he began moving the finger in tiny circles around the tightly puckering little opening, pressing tentatively and then pushing in through the firm, elastically stretching lips.
"Aaaaauuuuggghhh," she screamed when he fucked his finger in a quarter inch farther, and she mumbled out words incoherently at him between heavily panting gasps from the pain in her rectum.
But then, as after he had first thrust his inflamed cock into her hungry pussy, the pain drifted into a new inexplicable pleasure, one that she did not wish to stop. Through the thin wall of moist flesh separating her asshole passage from her cunt she could feel the sperm-bloated ridge of the bottom of his lusty cock pushing against his invading finger, his huge male member sliding smoothly in and out in rhythmic unison with the obscene assault at her nether hole.
"Oh, good, Kevin! Fuck me! Fuck me good," she chanted mindlessly. "Split me! Split meeee!"
Kevin shoved a second ravaging finger in, sinking both all the way up to the palm of his hand. He dug them cruelly into the tight fleshy asshole, and Liz jerked up, her wildly undulating ass rising several inches from the spongy mattress to escape the second sudden intrusion in her backside. But Kevin had timed it well and fucked his grinding pelvis forward with a vengeance, driving his cock deeper into her hungering cunt. There was nothing she could do to escape the kaleidoscoping pinwheel of sensation that spun through her loins. She was hopelessly impaled at both ends by his fingers and lust-hardened cock, and in her sex-crazed state of mind, she could not distinguish one blurry stab of pain from another electric pulse of ecstatic pleasure. All she knew was that this young man, her own and only son, was fucking her as she had never been fucked before in her entire life!
She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled his face close to hers, splurging her tongue wetly into his mouth and receiving his tongue in turn as though it were another cock that swirled and poked at the insides of her cheeks. Then she moved her hand down between their now sweat-slickened bodies, sliding it alongside the concavity of their slapping groins until it came to rest on the gourd-like sac of his semen bloated balls. His fingers sunk mere fractions of an inch away into her voraciously sucking little rectum, occasionally brushing against her hand while she fondled and squeezed gently at his testicles. She fingered the smooth soft folds and ran her thumb up to the base of his rapidly fucking prick, tickling at the bottom of the round rubbery head as it slipped almost out of the soft hair-lined folds of her cunt on the backstroke.
"Christ Almighty! What the hell are you doing to me!" he groaned out in a sharp gasp of pleasure.
"Oh, my little darling," she gasped even though he was hardly 'little' any more. "I'm giving you as much as you're giving me ... I hope!"
Suddenly she shifted her hand from the distended cup of his balls, and running it up his hips to his muscularly working asscheeks, she thrust a finger into his own rubberily sucking asshole behind him. The two lurched, fingers jabbing, and pelvises buffeting like colliding freight trains. Wet, sweat-soaked smacking sounds reverberated around the room, harmonizing lewdly with their mutual grunts of lust.
"Aaaaaahhhhhh, deeper, harrrrddddeeerrrr! Fuck me! Fuck meeeee," she begged, gasping as though she were close to death itself. She was nearing orgasm and swung her soft tender thighs up and wound them voluptuously around his back, waving her deeply impaled asscheeks in uncontrolled abandon from side to side and spiraling her cunt up and down crazily on his hotly plunging and growing veined cock.
His balls ready to explode into hot streams of milky cum, he lurched over her. He could feel it building like a trapped geyser ready to erupt, but he held off, sucking in deep gulps of breath, wallowing in these last moments of engulfing pleasure. He could hear his mother's sobs coming more rhythmically and closer together, and he felt the first trickle of her cum juice trail down from her rapidly buffeting cunt and warm his fingers as he continued his lewd fingerfucking of her hotly clinging little rectum. Her own finger fucked more deeply into his straining back hole, jamming it up to the second knuckle and sending a depraved ripple of electrified pleasure jolting upward and fusing with the ecstasy of his heavily churning semen that was about to spew out the gaping head of his painfully burgeoning cock.
"Aaaaaahhhhhh! Oooooohhhhhh! Aaaaaauuuurrrggghhh!" Liz chanted, her lovely slightly freckled face contorted crazily in the rising buildup of coming orgasm.
Kevin Rouelle grunted and hammered further and further until he felt the head of his hard-lusting cock touch all the way back to her cervix and the walls of her hotly milking cunt clasp and unclasp in spasmodic grips around the hot, heavily fisting head of his blood-filled organ.
"God, ooohhhhhh! I'm ... I'm cuuummmiiinnnggg!" she suddenly squealed with a high pitched gasp of intense passion and locked her ankles in a death grip high up behind his laboring back. At the same time she pressed her fingers fiercely into his rear passage and smashed her open abandoned mouth against his warmly sucking lips. Her body arched, and she held tight to him, not moving but quivering and jerking around him in a rapidly pulsating rhythm that spewed her orgasmic fluid out around his viciously pummeling cock.
"Oh, God ... oh! Oooooohhh," Kevin's voice uttered in a sharp masculine echo of her own orgasmic cries. "Cccuuummmmmmiiiinnnnngggg!"
He buckled above her, his thick heaving cock hosing out the hot milky sperm as it made its mad rush from the sanctity of his balls and began spewing in hot thin streams into her spasmodically sucking cunt. He rocked above her, one hand tangled cruelly in her cascading auburn hair, and squeezed the other against her desperately flexing asscheeks, withdrawing his finger from her invaded rear asshole with a final, obscene little farting noise. Slowly, as he felt her body go limp beneath him, his cock deflated in her gently clasping cunt that continued to slowly draw every last tiny drop of the warm sticky sperm from the battered organ. Then there was a deep silence.
The couple, mother and son, lay breathing heavily beside one another, their arms and legs half-clasped where they had fallen after their final embrace. Liz gradually opened her emerald green eyes and looked toward Kevin. His face was swollen, his lips curled in a cat-like grin of complete satiation. The sounds of traffic, unnoticed before, suddenly sounded clear and bell-like through the window.
Kevin felt his mother stiffen as though she were having second thoughts.
"What's the matter, Ma?" his voice suddenly broke through her thoughts. "Do you feel guilty now that all the fun is over?"
Liz sat up rigidly in the bed. "Don't," she ordered vaguely. "I'm ... I'm going to have to do a lot of thinking."
She stood up from the bed and reached down for her panties on the rug. She couldn't understand how he could be so lackadaisical after what he had done just now to his own mother, but she vowed to herself that she would try not to show any signs of remorse for him to gloat over. She was, for the first time in his life, suspicious of this man who was her son. Perhaps it was because she had always thought of him as her son and not as a man standing on his own feet and having his own separate life. She had raised him in a way which he had clearly betrayed. She pulled the soft flimsy nylon up over her smoothly tapering legs and stretched the elastic waistband so it fit neatly over her small trim waist, then turned to Kevin again.
"It must be about lunch time. Perhaps we ought to eat before there are any further complications." She continued to dress.
Kevin yawned and stretched the full length of his body on the bed, propping his young twenty year old head on the pillow behind. He did not seem about to get dressed. Well, Liz thought, she would close the door on the room when she left just in case Tom came home. Regardless of what Tom had done himself, Liz didn't feel up to facing a complicated situation right away. As it was, a cold shiver of personal revulsion raced down the length of her spine when she remembered that she had permitted Kevin to make love to her and that she had actually enjoyed it. Slipping finally into her dress, she turned from the bed and walked to the door leading out of the bedroom while still struggling to zipper herself up the back.
Chapter 5
Between her encounter with her son and the following Saturday, Liz earnestly tried to interest Tom in coming home early from work, from dropping his poker game on Thursday night as well as avoiding the out-of-town conference on the weekend. She tried to make her entreaties sound sexy, but Liz was sadly ignorant of exactly how to do that sort of thing. It might have been wiser to make a direct approach, to tell her husband exactly what she had in mind, which was, in fact, to experiment with her new sexual expertise. But how do you tell your husband that suddenly you have awakened to his way of life without explaining how this miracle so suddenly occurred? Liz Rouelle was so afraid that she would be backed into a corner with unanswerable questions by her husband, that she was too timid to even get answers out of him when she spoke, never mind win his interest.
Her failure with her husband was not particularly good for Liz's self-confidence or her self-assurance. Had what she done been the end of everything? Was she so evil that the very forces of the universe itself had turned against her, estranging her for all time from her husband? She was certainly having a lot of trouble getting his attention, never mind holding it. Perhaps after all, she needed time to think and sort the disorder of facts and feelings floating around now in her brain. She began looking forward to his weekend absence. The emptiness of the house would give her opportunity to really think things through without the interruption of any little chores.
And Saturday began that way. There was an air of contentment in the empty house that had not been there for a long time. She actually felt light hearted, and instead of sitting down and thinking things through the way she had planned, she decided that as long as she felt so good, she might as well do the things she felt like doing and save the thinking for later. She did a little reading in the morning, and in the late morning took a drive to the beach, rolling lazily along the shore road and stopping for a hot dog for lunch. She found herself interested in the people she saw as well as in what they were doing. Ordinarily she paid no attention to that sort of thing, always having been more or less wrapped up in whatever she herself was doing or thinking. It was very strange for her to find herself so objective.
On the way home, the question occurred to her whether her sexual satisfaction could have anything to do with the clear headedness of the day. But, no, it had been several days since her affair with her son. It couldn't be that. Or could it?
It seemed as though she had no sooner got in the door and was thinking of mixing herself some kind of drink when the telephone rang.
"Hi, Ma," her son said at the other end of the line.
"Hi," she answered carefully. "How is the new place working out?"
"It's really great. We're having a party to celebrate moving in tonight. Hope you're planning to come."
"Party? Well, I don't think so. Your father is away at a conference ..."
"Oh, Ma, come off it. You know better than that," Kevin said softly. "My father is going to be right here. I'm the one who is supposed to be out of town, but I just planned that excuse."
"Planned an excuse? Oh, Kevin," his mother scolded. "Is that any way to treat your wife!" She was, of course, thinking of the way Tom treated her.
"I just wanted to see if Pa showed up in my place," Kevin said lightly and bluntly. "I'm sure he will, and I was hoping you'd invite me home for dinner and a drink so that we could come to the party a little later ourselves and see what we run into."
"Well, you're always welcome here for dinner and a drink," his mother told him automatically, before thinking that things were not quite the same as they used to be. He was still her son, but he was something else, too, now. He was a kind of danger among other things.
"Thanks, Ma," he said quickly, before she could hedge. "I'll be over by six, is that okay?" He spoke forcefully, even with his question, so that she could do nothing other than agree.
"Well, I ... uh ... okay, but ..."
He had hung up.
Liz didn't really mean to go to any trouble. Yet she made a curried beef dinner that took her two hours to prepare. It would have been so simple to just throw on a couple of steaks, yet she was in the mood, she told herself, to do something special, something Kevin really liked. After all, he had showed her something she had not known about life before, the pleasure and satisfaction possible for her own body. How she wished that Tom would try to make love to her again so she could show him how she had changed. Well, it would happen in time. She was sure of that. Meanwhile, she had to be wary of her son but not ungrateful to him.
So she made a lovely dinner, and after laying out the table and putting the curried beef on to simmer, she took a fast hot shower and chose her dress for the evening. It was almost six by the time she was dressing. The beef had been simmering a half hour, she figured to herself. That meant dinner about seven, which left an hour for cocktails. Well, this was going to be quite an evening. But why was she dressing up? She did not really intend to go to the party. Still, she was in such a good mood, and she had made such a beautiful dinner, that she might as well complete the evening by dressing. If Kevin had changed his mind about going home for his party, then he would be dressed, too.
She pulled on the white sleeveless form-fitting sheath that she had chosen for the evening and quickly surveyed herself in the bedroom mirror. It was too bad Tom could not see her, she decided. She had never looked more beautiful. She felt it. She felt both beautiful in a modest way and desirable in a not so modest way. She laughed for her own ears aloud. Her voice tinkled like a delicate bell. Goodness!
Her trim smoothly tapering legs flowed down from lushly curving hips as she turned in the mirror. She admired her firm uplifting tits that stood out just perfectly beneath the tightly pressing white material. She got her brush from the dresser and began brushing his rich auburn hair in the mirror. How beautifully it shone with its red highlights against the pure white of the dress. Good God, she suddenly thought. What was the matter with her all of a sudden? But she had no time to worry about it. Before she had time to slip into her shoes, the front door opened and she heard her son the length of the hall.
"Hi, Ma!" he called. "You getting dressed?"
She picked up her shoes and carried them with her out of the bedroom toward the front of the house.
"Yes, I'm getting dressed, but only for dinner," she told him.
"Aren't you coming to the party?" he asked dumbfounded, or so it seemed.
"No, I ..." she started to say, and then she stopped. She couldn't remember what she had told him about that. She thought she had refused, but she had done so much talking to herself since he called, that she wasn't sure what she had told him and what she had simply mused on.
"Why not?" he asked innocently.
"Kevin, if your father is there," she said, surprising herself by how unfalteringly she was able to speak of such matters, "I don't care to surprise him.
"Ma, the lights will be almost non-existent. We have a colored strobe, and you'll be able to see in about a three foot radius, period. Don't worry. I dare say Natalie will keep him so busy that neither one of us will be the least bit noticeable. You know," he took her face in his hands. "It's my house and my friends, and I don't expect Natalie will know I'm anywhere around."
"Well," she sighed uncertainly, pulling away out of danger, "let's worry about that later. What would like for a cocktail?"
Liz Rouelle might have known from her moment of uncertainty that she was placing herself squarely in the hands and plans of her son and would be at that party. For one thing, Kevin made her too many martinis, and they drank for two hours instead of one while Liz told him about her drive to the beach, and she learned in her turn about many of the beach parties and dances and so forth that her son had attended for the past five years and about which he had never told her before. It was odd that he had never mentioned any of it around her, but their relationship had changed within the last week in more ways than one. They were more companionable as equals. And, she recognized suddenly, she was no longer in a superior, teaching, patronizing position. He had taught her something and had taken a leadership role with his mother.
They arrived late enough so that they could hear loud music and laughter coming from the hallway upstairs while they were entering the front of the building downstairs.
"Won't someone complain?" she asked naturally. "I mean, that very likely is your party!" She had taken one too many martinis.
"That is our party," he agreed. "We've invited everyone in the building, so there is no one left to complain." He had taken one too many martinis, too, she suspected with a smile.
"It sounds like everyone's having a good time," she noted congenially.
"Excellent. They all sound too drunk to notice us at all!" he said. Liz couldn't tell whether he was trying to assure her that they would get in unnoticed, although she cared about that much less now than she had, or whether he was disappointed that he was financing a party no one would even notice he was attending!
The party, they found, had spilled out into the hallway, in fact. The door was open, and the apartment was so dark inside that it was probable, Liz thought, finding her observations remarkable, that people stepped out in the hall in order to see each other. She made a hurried survey of the group outside the apartment, to see if Tom were among them. Yet, so what if he saw her? What was the reason she didn't want to catch him doing anything wrong? She could no longer recall. It had something to do with not wanting to make him feel guilty, but she could not for her life remember why that was so important. She would think about it tomorrow afternoon. Tomorrow morning, she knew, would be consumed by ridding herself of her hangover.
"Let me peek inside, Ma," Kevin suggested.
"No, I'll go in with you," she said boldly. "What difference does it make?"
He either refrained from reminding her that it was she who had been skeptical about running into her husband or he had forgotten all about her reticence. He took her gently by the elbow, steered her by the doorway crowd, greeting everyone briefly, those who greeted him first, and into the dark room where the colored lights of the hired strobe glittered colorfully around and around the walls and barely recognizable faces of his guests. Liz did not see Tom at all, but she was surprised to see so many people in the one room. A few couples were dancing in the middle, but almost everyone else was sitting and standing around and ... and there was a good deal of petting going on.
"Where did you get all the sofas and overstuffed chairs, Kevin?" she asked surprised, just before he left her to get her another drink.
"All borrowed, Ma. Can I trust you to sit here and be good while I get you a drink?"
"Oh, silly," she giggled. He was treating her just like a school girl. She was beginning to feel more like his younger sister than his mother, but then, she had felt that way even before dinner tonight. It was so very pleasant. She couldn't remember when she had last felt so light-hearted and pleasant. She sat on one of the sofas, and he left.
It didn't take him long to get the drinks, and he looked a little serious when he returned.
"Don't look now," he whispered as he sat down, very close to her as though it was important that his voice be as still as possible. She was already light headed from her martinis before leaving the house. He had just handed her another. She heard an ominous tone in his whisper, and she felt a small knot of fear growing in her stomach. She was remembering vaguely, something about guilt driving a person away and that had to do with her husband, and now there was something in Kevin's tone that told her before his words did that he had seen Tom. Trying not to raise her chin, Liz looked from the top of her eyes around the crowded room for a sign of her husband, but most of the corners and the faces were so in the dark that it would be impossible to find him, she decided, unless he fell over them here on the couch, God forbid! She watched her son raise his glass to his lips and take a deep swallow as though he were nervous. She did the same, trying to look in the same direction his glance took, but she saw nothing.
"Don't look at what?" she ventured in a whisper somewhat louder than his had been. She took another generous gulp of martini.
"Go easy, Ma," he cautioned her with a chuckle. "You'll have me running constant waiter for you, refilling your glass."
"Oh, no," she said. "I'm not going to drink a lot. I know better than that. What did you see?" she insisted. "Tom?" Then she seemed to forget her question as she leaned back and rested against Kevin's arm, feeling more relaxed and slightly lightheaded. She was feeling the loveliest glow! A new giddiness was pervading her body somehow, and she sipped heavily again as she felt her son's arm wrap gently around her shoulder. She kept thinking that she ought not to let him do that in public, but her thought seemed incapable of translating itself into any kind of palpable objection. She seemed completely unable to say anything or to even pull away.
"I think I saw Tom," he whispered then, and that gave her the energy she needed to move.
"Kevin, I don't think we ought to behave so cozily," she said, trying to scold good-naturedly and pushing his arm off her shoulder with a gentle movement of her hand.
"We don't want to look conspicuous," he explained. "If we sit here like two watchbirds studying the room and everyone in it, somebody is going to suspect something, and Tom and Natalie's attention could be brought to us."
"I suppose," she agreed. It did make sense. She relaxed again and was glad she had found an excuse to do so with a clear conscience.
Liz Rouelle strained again to see if she could find her husband in any of the groups of three or four people talking on the open space of floor in front of them. It was the best lit area, and she noticed that she and her son were more or less protected by shadow. She began to feel uncomfortable, though, as once in awhile someone would look their way. Her son was pressing insistently close to her, and she wondered if anyone knew their relationship and what they would think if they did.
"We can't see anything from here," Liz said nervously.
"You stay right here. I have an idea," Kevin said suddenly, and he got up briskly.
Before his mother could utter a single protest about being left alone, he had disappeared out of the room. The groups of people standing around in front of her were breaking off into couples, she noticed, and some of them went into the interior of the apartment while others began dancing closely to the slow insistent beat of soft music coming from the stereo set. There was something openly provocative about how the dancers thrust their bodies up against one another in a kind of grinding movement that matched the sensuous rhythm of the electrified music. It was as though the dim colored lights in the room had given them new identities and they were free to do what they pleased in the shadows. Through the hallucinatory flicker of the strobe light, Liz made out the embracing forms of one couple who appeared exceptionally engrossed with each other. The man ran his hands over the woman's full sensuous tits, and the woman wrapped her hands around the man's asscheeks, pulling his groin to hers as though they were in a standing copulation position. Good God, the two of them were actually dry humping right out in the open where everyone could see! But Liz doubted whether the others paid the least attention. They were too much a part of the pulse of the music to be aware of anything but the rhythm of their own bodies.
"Isn't it interesting?" Kevin asked with a kind of animal purr in his voice when he sat down again beside her, another martini for her. He took her emptied glass from her hand and gave her the fresh one.
"I ... I didn't even know you'd come back," she stammered and automatically took the drink from him.
"Oh, you were preoccupied with not missing anything," he laughed, gesturing his head toward the couple she had been watching. "But see there. That couple you can barely see over there should be of interest. The blond hair is clear."
The dimness of the room and the constant flicker of the strobe made it almost impossible to discern more than the obscure outlines of the two bodies he was indicating, but they too were thrusting back and forth against one another in time to the music. But eventually, as though she were putting together a puzzle, Liz focused with some clarity on the man's body. His clothing was too usual for its familiarity to mean anything, but she was soon certain that it was indeed Tom's body. It was Tom's mouth pressing against the blond woman's lips. After all her years of marriage, she would recognize him in the dimmest corner.
Kevin sensed her sudden tensing and slipped his arm across her waist as she sat up and leaned forward on the couch. Her response had been automatic, however, and she made no move to resist Kevin's cautionary gesture. Furthermore, she found that the shock of suddenly recognizing her husband's form made her legs feel strangely watery, as though if she tried to stand she would collapse. She had not expected to feel that way. Then she felt the softness of her titties crushed tightly against Kevin's chest and she pulled back.
She recklessly gulped down her drink although she knew she was several martinis over her limit now. She sat for a moment in stunned silence as Tom and the other woman continued dancing to a low primitively sensual voice on the stereo. The arms of the couple were hooked around each other's backs, their groins locked in an obscenely gyrating embrace. Wild thoughts of abruptly denouncing Tom in front of everyone raced through Liz's mind, but she knew she had decided against such a course of action in more thoughtful moments. Yet something was happening to her that she didn't understand. She was feeling a totally foreign recklessness. What would he do next, she wondered! She didn't just wonder, either. She was positively famished to know!
Then, dumbbell that she was, it hit her like a bolt of lightning that the little blond he was dancing so obscenely with was, of course, Natalie! Her large, full upswinging tits were barely reaching to the base of his chest, and the long swathe of bleached blond hair that hung down her back obviously belonged to her daughter-in-law. Now, did she have to ask what was going to happen next?
"That's Natalie, all right," Kevin sighed as though reading his mother's thoughts.
Liz had been so involved in watching Tom and Natalie that she had not noticed another couple to the right of them who had been putting on a similar performance. Everyone seemed to be getting to that sooner or later, she thought wryly. She felt Kevin's arm nudge her softly in the side, however.
"Looks like the exhibitionists are taking over," he said with a mock innocence that was almost funny to her reeling, changing mind.
Liz sipped from her new martini and peered through the darkness at the figures of a man and woman arched in a bending embrace to the side of a neighboring couch. The woman was running her hands rapidly up and down the man's groin. She had pulled the front of her dress right down to her waist, and he squirmed his fingers into her widespread and openly exposed loins. Suddenly, the man reached toward the girl's frilly blouse and pulled it completely open. The young woman was wearing no brassiere, and her naked tits popped out, quivering slightly, and the room seemed silent. A new record began playing on the stereo. It sounded strangely unfamiliar in style to Liz, exotic, and its rhythms matched the lewd uninhibited movements of the lovers who had slipped to the couch.
"This is the second stage of the party," Kevin said almost inaudibly. "After this comes stage three when everyone disappears into the bedrooms and down the hall into a friend's apartment or just curl up on the couches right here."
Liz nodded paralyzed, her eyes glued to the incredible performance going on in front of her. She could see the details of the two bodies that were now half naked, with disturbing clarity. The girl was lying spread-eagled in the center of the large couch, her head rolling back and forth on a cushion, her face contorted with ecstasy. The man pulled his pants partially down his thighs and kneeled between her naked widely spread legs, running his lips up and down her body. He sucked her heaving tits into softly quivering hardness and then traced a path down to the flat plane of her spasmodically jerking stomach and inner thighs. The girl writhed beneath his steadily flicking caresses like a woman possessed. Her hands tangled in his hair, pulling his lips to the lightly trembling flesh of her belly.
Kevin lit a cigarette, although he didn't often smoke, and handed it to his mother. In a mechanical response, she raised it to her lips and continued watching the couple's strange performance, which had mesmerized her into a mute acceptance of whatever might happen next. No, she hadn't wanted to come here, and it was against her best inclinations to stay any longer, but she was compelled now to keep an eye on Tom, for some reason. She dragged again on the cigarette that Kevin had given her. It had an odd sweet taste and it burned her throat, but its pungent odor almost soothed her, adding to the general light-headed feeling that she had felt come and go all evening.
"What in the world is this I'm smoking, Kevin?" she whispered.
"Hash," he said in a mock-ominous tone.
"You're kidding," she exclaimed under her breath, and when he only smiled, she was convinced that he was indeed kidding and paid it no more attention.
Her eyes moved back to the spectacle in the center of the room. The woman was beautiful and had red hair, redder than her own, she thought as she gazed at her spread in sacrifice on the couch. It was odd, but she found herself almost identifying with the prone figure whose mouth hung open wide in ecstatic rapture as the man continued licking and teasing at her nakedly exposed white flesh and working her into a fever pitch of excitement. Perhaps it was all those martinis mingling with her own repressed sexual desires that created the feeling of wicked participation in the almost pagan ritual, but Liz let the speculation slip, from her mind and continued to watch.
The man placed himself in position over the young redhead's rapidly rising and falling belly. He was kneeling now between her widely spread thighs, his hands moving down to the hair-covered area of her groin, his fingers splaying out the moist outer flanges of her cuntal lips. Then he bobbed his head as he slowly parted the soft curl-fringed opening to expose the wetly glistening slit of the woman's hungering cunt. His head pushed in closer between the trembling outstretched legs, his wet tongue snaking out to flick teasingly at the warmly quivering center of raw nerves at the top of the slit. A low animal moan mewled out from the woman's lips and she arched her writhing groin up more tightly against the man's dipping head, her hips beginning a slow up and down movement in rhythm to the fucking of his wetly slavering tongue. The groans erupted again and again in soft sputtering sounds from her chest, and her upper torso shimmied like a belly dancer's squirming in an audible swish as her wildly writhing shoulders pushed back onto the spongy cushions of the couch.
Liz Rouelle's mouth gaped in disbelief as she watched the woman twisting lustfully beneath the depraved sucking of her hotly throbbing loins. She drew in on the brown-papered cigarette, feeling her mind expand into a flowering prism of lewd sensation that spread out from the top of her head, tingling in tiny electric pinpricks of pleasure down her spine. Her own torso began swaying to the low reedlike music, and the rhythmic movements of the man and woman on the couch, her warmly palpitating cuntal lips pressing through the sheer tight-fitting material of her dress into the soft cushion that cupped her loins. A dim awareness of why she had come here and what she didn't want to do floated through her consciousness. It had something to do with her husband. He was here with Natalie, who was ... who was ... Well she had seen them dancing, and she had seen them dry fucking, but all that could wait. She would take care of everything, but not right now. Oh, God! What was happening to her?
Before she had time to gather her thoughts, she felt Kevin's hand circling down the front of her dress, moving toward her warmly throbbing nipples and touching them ever so slightly, then slowly spiraling back again and tugging on their stiffening little tips, and she knew she should resist, but she couldn't recall why! They had made beautiful love together. Why should she stop him now? He continued his teasing and massaging, and suddenly he shifted his probing hand down her softly tingling belly until she could feel it resting just below the tight elastic band of her panties. She dropped her hand down toward his to stop the sensuously searching fingers with some vague idea that this was something no one else should be allowed to see, but her hand didn't go where she had directed it. It fell with a feathery lightness on the edge of his hip, then slid with a purpose of its own to his thigh where she could feel the warmly throbbing head of his growing cock pressing against the material of his slacks.
"Oh, my God," she coughed and seized the blunt head of his veined prick, veined so hard she could feel the ridges through his pants. "We ... we can't, really, oh, Kevin. We must not!"
However, the reality of the action going on in front of her was now a part of her own being. The woman's wildly squirming body levered up beneath the man's head that licked and sucked as he brought her closer to climax. Suddenly, another figure moved into the arc of light centering on the two figures splayed out across the couch. Liz's eyes squinted and she jerked back in a new jolt of astonishment. Another man stood before the couch, completely naked, his enormous lewd pole of a bloated cock jutting out from his groin like a giant inflamed spike. A low uneasy stirring in the hushed room accompanied the appearance of the new participant as he pulled back the thick foreskin from his long fleshy blood-engorged instrument and began jerking himself into further hardness. From where Liz was sitting, it was difficult to tell the exact size of the monstrous organ, but it looked to be at least ten inches long and barely fitted in the man's hand that continued pummeling the lewd shaft into complete erection. The woman leaned her head back, catching sight of the man costumed only in his naked skin, and she opened her mouth, running her tongue salaciously across the edges of her gaping lips.
The man crouched down and guided his thickly burgeoning member toward the widely stretched mouth that gaped in expectancy like the lips of an obscenely sucking fish. Liz held her breath. She was certain the girl would choke from the sheer size of the organ about to plunge into her mouth, the thick turgid head waving lewdly across her face like a heavily clenched fist. But she didn't. She moved her head and sucked hungrily as though she had waited all eternity for the moment. Meanwhile, the other hunched figure increased the rapidly licking ministrations of the girl's loins, worming his tongue snake-like in through her cuntal walls, then slithering it out of the moistly glistening crack and running his tongue up the exposed outer flanges of her pussy. One of the girl's hands rested on the man's head while he fucked into her groin, and the other cradled the semen-bloated testicles beneath the tree-trunk of a cock that was skewering hotly into her mouth from above.
Oh, God! The girl was getting it at both sides; she was taking on both of them at once! Liz had never seen or heard about things like this. Yes, she had read about orgies, but for her they had been something out of a fairytale world she had never thought of in any kind of real terms. She had not thought of them as full of real, hotly panting bodies in the actual flesh, who suffered real passion and sucked at one another's genitals as the three of these strangers were doing now! Suddenly the truth of the stories she had heard came to her detached consciousness with astounding insight. This was a pagan ritual that was still being enacted and repeated inside a history of which she was a moving part. Her hands gripped at Kevin's rapidly enlarging cock through the rough material of his pants while her own son thrust his hand beneath the hem of her tightly fitting sheath, coursing his fingers over the light nylon strip of her panties that puckered in at the moistly seething opening of her throbbing cuntal lips! And she could do nothing to stop it, nothing to arrest the catapulting of her emotions as he touched her, and she watched the woman with the red hair succumb to the depraved sucking at her loins and the bestial cock that was rampantly slicing through her lips.
Every once in awhile, Tom Rouelle lifted his head to the spectacle, enjoying the interplay of his own toying manipulations of Natalie's large smoothly uplifting titties and the wild action going on a few feet away from him. Christ, he thought, this was a stroke of luck. There really had been a convention which he could skip, and now Natalie was purring kittenishly and rubbing her pussy against his crotch as though she wanted to fuck him right here in front of everybody. He wasn't quite ready for that, but the new sense of freedom that Natalie and especially this party brought into his life made him aware of all sorts of possibilities. He looked down at the squirming redheaded woman being worked over by the two men and felt his already overheated cock jerk out into greater blood-filled hardness. He could feel it press stiffly through his slacks and bulge its steadily throbbing head directly on her palpitating little slit. She was a pretty thing, this little Natalie, and she had sucked and fucked him royally when he had helped her that day put the apartment together. In a few minutes, he would be returning the compliment by screwing her right in the same mattress but a little flatter and roomier, he suspected.
"Look," Natalie's voice spoke softly, and she clamped her fingers around his hard erect prick. "She's really going crazy. God, Tom, I'd love to have two men come on me that way!"
It was true about the woman, and Tom laughed, but uneasily. The girl's face on the couch was contorted now in mounting lust, her smoothly ovaling lips clasping and unclasping over his long blood-thick pole. The man grunted, his eyes flickering smokily to her tender lips, then burned down the redheaded woman's erotically writhing body to his companion who continued the ravishment of her loins.
Natalie Rouelle's hands moved with greater insistence over her father-in-law's erect blood-swollen cock, unzipping his fly so that she could feel it through his cotton shorts.
"God, you feel big, big boy!" she whispered with a chuckle and pulled her dress up over her thighs until only the thin covering of their underwear prevented complete access to each other. "Later, I want you to put it in my mouth and maybe I'll find another guy to suck my demanding cunt at the same time just like that one's licking her!"
Tom gasped and pulled open Natalie's robe-like dress so that her tits faced him in the dim light like two ripe gently uplifting cantaloupes: He leaned down and sucked one, dimly aware that there were others in the room who might be watching. But a quick look around the room assured him that they were as involved in gratifying their own lewd desires as were the trio on the couch, and hell, he thought, if they saw him, it just added a little more spice to the whole thing. He was quite sure that each woman he saw around was kissing some man not her husband. He saw a woman from time to time that later on he thought he might get to. Natalie had mentioned something about two guys, and the thought of two women, one that he could fingerfuck or suck while he fucked his cock hotly into another defenseless grasping cunt sent his mind into a crazy tailspin.
The three on the couch in front of him were now building toward simultaneous orgasm. The man who had been sucking at the woman's wetly writhing crotch had now rolled himself on top of her, lodging his long impaling lewd hardness into the hot recesses of her silky, thirsty cunt, while the crouched man writhed and strained beside her bobbing head as though he were in the last spasmodic throes of death. His long fingers were curled tightly in her hair, slipping her mouth that needed no guidance up and down over the end of his smoothly fucking prick as though it were another cunt into which he was venting the full wrath of his animal-like lust.
Tom felt his own heavily pulsing prick leap up into his daughter-in-law's hand in an obscene sympathetic response. She squeezed gently through his underwear, scraping her fingers over the underside of his blood-engorged cock where the pleasure sensation was the strongest. In turn, he wriggled two fingers beneath the tight elastic band of her panties and quickly searched out the warmly quivering little bud of her clitoris, swishing his fingers around it until he brought out a low feline groan from her chest. Natalie jerked back a halfstep, her eyes gaping toward the couch, and he turned to see the man with the enormous blood-filled cock lurch convulsively in his pelvis, his mouth opening wide in an uncontrolled groan of climax as his lewd sperm erupted in the warm interior of the redheaded girl's warmly sucking mouth.
Meanwhile, the man driving slavishly between her thighs swept his hands around the girl's wildly buffeting ass and cupped the cheeks in his fisting hands, his face turning beet red as he churned into her rapidly flexing groin. The woman choked and sputtered for a single, long held minute, the double impalement driving her to electrically charged gurglings of ecstasy. She was a depraved picture of insane animal lust. Her head sucked hungrily up the huge disengorging cock and her long red hair splayed out in abandon across her round quivering tits as the man skewering into her cunt met her orgasm with a crushing jerk of his asscheeks, exploding into her moistly clasping pussy with a loud slap of his balls against the open crack between her legs.
Then Tom found himself being guided through near darkness by Natalie's hand on his arm. The crowd pushed around them, moving toward the corridor while she led him toward the back rooms of the apartment. His mind was a blur of confused thoughts. Yes, he wanted to fuck Natalie again, just like that woman had been screwed a few minutes earlier on the coach, yet he sensed something almost cold and demanding in the insistent way she was pulling at him.
They stopped in front of a door and she produced a key.
"I wanted to be sure we had a place," she told him, "so I locked our bedroom."
Tom looked down at the blond girl, her face appearing innocent in the erratic light coming from the living room. His lovely little daughter-in-law nudged her soft plaint body closer to him, easing her small hand gently down through his unzipped fly, then slipped her fingers beneath his form-fitting jockey shorts. Her searching grasp found the erect throbbing head of his blood-inflated cock immediately, and she squeezed his warmly pulsing hardness, jerking the long thick shaft a few times until she could feel a tiny droplet of seminal fluid wetten the palm of her hand. He bent down and kissed her lightly on her flushed cheeks, moving his lips brushingly across hers, and he fucked his tongue with an animal assertiveness into the wetly clasping cavern of her mouth.
"Come on," she spoke softly as the door opened.
"You're an anxious little thing," Tom breathed into her ear. "What's your hurry? Are you afraid that Kevin will come home early and catch us?"
"Hah!" she laughed. "Don't be ridiculous," she quipped and turned into the room.
Exactly what was ridiculous about the possibility of Kevin's catching them, he couldn't imagine, but Tom had begun to put two and two together. He doubted very much that Kevin or Natalie cared about the other's transgressions. Natalie very likely knew that Kevin was shacked up with another woman at this very moment. She probably even knew who she was! Maybe Kevin knew who Natalie was going to fuck! But that was the style nowadays, and it had always been Tom's style when he could find anyone with whom to indulge. He was glad to think Kevin hadn't been completely spoiled by his mother.
Natalie walked into the room ahead of him, closing the door before flicking on a light. She turned the key in the lock again and then sat on the bed. Pointing to a bottle on the dresser, she asked Tom if he would like some sherry. They had been drinking old fashions all night.
Tom poured them each a glass of cream sherry before he ever saw that a huge mirror had been put up on the wall next to the bed. As he approached his pretty little daughter-in-law, she watched for a moment, and then in a gesture that was both brazen and deeply sensuous, she opened her robe-like dress, exposing the entire length of her voluptuously curving body. He swallowed hard, handing her one of the glasses, and he sat down at the edge of the bed beside her.
"Aaawww, take your pants off," she purred and slid over closer to him. "I want to suck on it and get it real, real hard before you fuck me."
Natalie placed her hands on the belt to his pants and Tom stood up, permitting her to work his slacks down his asscheeks to his knees. He did the rest, pulling off his shorts and kicking them with his slacks onto the floor. As he sat down again he felt her erect nipples brush his back and then press more strongly against the sensitive skin of his shoulder blades. Her arms swept around his stomach, her hands moving to the lush dark pubic hair of his groin; then her legs pulled up and splayed out until their smoothly curving calves dangled across his knees. Clasping his body this way from behind, she began rubbing her hotly quivering pussy up and down over the upper part of his asscheeks and stroking the inflamed bud of her clitoris against the smooth tanned skin of his lower back.
"Aaaahhhh," she moaned, increasing her pelvic jerks and gripping his stiffened fleshy rod in her hand. "I never thought it could feel good this way!"
Tom Rouelle looked up at the mirror that reflected the obscene position in which she was embracing him. She had hooked her legs around his waist like a rodeo rider and had begun a steady sensuous rocking while she continued massaging and jerking at his blood-engorged cock and fondling the velvety sac of his balls in her hands. The surging of lewdly ensnarling bodies in the mirror and the softly tingling feeling of her tits crushed against his back while her rapidly pumping hand increased its milking clasp over the hard-veined shaft of his lewd cock, sent a shudder of pleasure rippling through his tensed body. He had to get that cock of his into her desirous mouth and it better be quick! He wanted to see her sucking at it, wanted to watch it slipping into her full sensuous lips as he had seen the woman in the living room devouring that other man's hard rod. Only Tom would reserve his hot spurts of creamy cum for the warm silky confines of her tight sweet cunt. He shifted his weight, feeling her body tense momentarily. Her tongue traced a teasing path down his neck, and he drew his head forward and slung his body lengthwise on the bed, tumbling her onto the mattress beside him.
"The light. Put out the light," Natalie cried out between lusty gasps for breath. "If I'm going to suck you off right, I have to have atmosphere."
Tom jumped up, knocking one of the sherry glasses over on the floor, and switched off the overhead light. Then returning, he lay down, leaning back on the bed, feeling her mouth begin its hot licking trail down his belly until her lips lit gently on the hard rubbery red head of his cock. Slowly she began to suck and draw on the rigidly stiffening instrument. God Almighty, he thought, when had he ever known such ecstasy? He sure as hell had a lucky son. Imagine coming home to this after work every night! Idly, even though it was silly, he dreamed of asking his son if he wouldn't like to swap houses!
Chapter 6
By the time they started to move toward the hallway, Liz was in a frenzied pitch of uncontrollable excitement. The mixture of hashish and martinis had contributed to a generally dazed state of confusion that defined the handsome young man with her as her date, her lover, her son no more! She had let his hands stroke her pussy and she had fondled and pulled on his hardened prick until they were both in a state of dangerous arousal. It had been all she could do to keep him from stripping her right in the living room and forcing his ready cock into her moistly churning pussy, but she had retained a last vestige of will power that had prohibited her from succumbing in public.
But now she was feeling an audaciousness that she had sensed surfacing only slightly a few hours before. She was certainly no longer the same woman since her son got married. Her change had been a matter of personal defense, she told herself with a drunken little pout. They were walking down the hallway, and she knew with a certainty that was beyond question that she was being led to the very room where Tom had gone with Natalie. Well, so be it! she decided. In fact, had she been asked, that is the very room she would choose.
For a moment she threatened to lose her balance until Kevin's hands groped to her shoulders and quickly pulled her to him. His lips flattened against hers, and his tongue plunged deep into her mouth, darting through the warmly clasping walls as she sucked hungrily on it. He pulled away and began moving his hands over her tits, kneading the soft firm flesh and pressing the tips against his chest.
"God, Ma, I want to fuck you," he breathed into her ear.
"I want to fuck you, too, dear," she panted, pressing her belly against the slight jerk of his lust-solid rigidity there where his loins rubbed into the softness of her stomach.
"This is my bedroom. I have a key. It's locked," he whispered in gasps, his whole body seeming to tense toward the door.
By now they both understood who else was in that room, and they knew the knowledge was mutual between them. But Kevin stepped backwards and opened the door softly so as not to disturb the room's inhabitants. Liz slipped quickly in behind her son. There was very little illumination at all, but still Liz removed herself as quickly as she could from the entry and stepped back to the side, pressing her back against the wall. She stood alone, suddenly frozen in a second-thought fear, and once again the door softly clicked. God, it was dark, she thought. Even after her eyes had adjusted to the lack of light, she could hardly see more than a foot ahead. And it was so quiet, almost totally silent. Perhaps no one was here after all, she thought.
"Uuuuuuhhhhhh."
A voice so full of quivering ecstasy that she couldn't identify it as either Tom's or Natalie's wafted through the silence of the room. There was a rustling of sheets and a creaking sound as the unseen couple began to resume whatever they had been doing before the interruption. Liz now realized for the first time that her husband and daughter-in-law were actually there, and she thought she would faint, but she didn't. It was all true! She had gone through the last incredible week as though her husband was unfaithful to her, but she really hadn't believed it was a practice with him, not deep inside. A slight wet sucking sound mocked that naivete, and she believed it now. Apparently, they had stopped when the door opened, just to make sure there was no threat from the visitors.
"That's right. Lick up my thighs," a male voice choked. "Ooooooohhhhhh, yeeeessssss, my ass, too! I'll kneel up further."
The voice was Tom's.
Kevin moved closer and Liz gradually made out the outline of his form standing next to her in the darkness. He reached down the back of her dress and pulled it up by the hem until his palm opened over her soft silken panties and cupped both orbs of firmly curving asscheeks, squeezing the sides of the now slightly sweating crack together with his clenching fingers. Oh, God, she thought. Natalie must be running her tongue all over Tom's body, even the backside! Would Kevin expect her to do the same thing to him? She just couldn't! She wouldn't! It was filthy! She found herself wishing she hadn't come, and she considered running away for a minute.
But before she could move, Kevin turned and faced her directly, trapping her between his tightly pressing chest and his hands clenching her from behind her and slid the zipper of her dress down from her neck to her hips. She could feel his blood-veined cock, already long and hard from the petting she had allowed all evening, pressing against her fearfully trembling belly as he lifted the dress over her head and dropped it softly to the floor. He reached behind her again and unsnapped the brassiere, rubbing his fingers deftly over the tiny rounded nipples that had jumped into erection from the cool rush of air over them. Then she could hear him struggling rapidly from his clothing, and she had to smile at her son's obvious impatience to get at her.
"Listen, Ma, I want to lick your tits and cunt all over," he whispered hoarsely in a meaningful voice.
One of his hands fell half on her waist, half on her full rounded asscheeks, and pushed her forward assertively to the edge of the bed. She froze, afraid to sink down on the soft silky coverlet that pressed against her calves for fear that Tom or Natalie would be there, and he moved up close behind her, and they stood there for a long moment. Her nakedly exposed body caught fire as she felt him begin massaging the soft white cheeks of her ass from behind and pulling her backwards harder against his hotly bulging groin. As he ground against her, his mouth locked wetly in her neck, she gasped and held her breath, feeling the rising stiffness of his cock pressing between her full upper thighs into her own warmly moistening genitals.
Weird chills raced down her flesh, exciting her as she had never been before, when, considering entering this room, she considered the mental picture of herself standing by the bed with her own son's long thick prick wedged in her softly quivering thighs and her errant husband being sucked by her son's wife only a few feet away from her. She guessed she was going to show Tom a form of adultery he had no way to commit! The taste of martini and the hashish smoke wafted lazily through her bloodstream, intensifying the sudden uncontrolled sensation around her, the soft fingers of his hand tweaking painfully on her nipples and the lewd hardness of his bloated cock pressing hotly against her moistly pulsating cuntal slit, and an unexpected soft moan of submission escaped from her lips. Out loud!
She expected Tom to burst into a murderous rage of obscenities at the first sound of her voice, but nothing happened. He was obviously too preoccupied to recognize anyone at this point, but she would soon take care of that. She let Kevin turn her naked form and guide her backwards onto the bed, sliding her body over toward the middle so that he could follow in after her and she could be as close to Tom and Natalie as possible. She had just made out their silhouettes when the mattress jumped again as Kevin sank down on the bed at her side, but she hardly noticed, she was so overcome by the indecent erotic sensations when her shoulder pressed firmly against her husband's shoulder!
Yes, her body had come to rest practically plastered against his splayed out form on the other side of the giant bed, and she was going to let her own son fuck her silly while her own husband, his father, lay obliviously beside her! There wasn't enough light to make out their features but she could see the outline of the obscene position he and Natalie had assumed. To her surprise, Tom was actually face down on the mattress, his legs bent as he kneeled with his asscheeks high in the air and Natalie kneeling in behind him slavering her mouth and tongue wetly over his ass. Oh, God, how could she! Liz recoiled in disgust.
"Ummmm, Ma, you're driving me crazy, you hot little bitch," he grunted so intensely that his breath grazed her shoulder, and Liz's eyes bulged as she saw Natalie traveling a slow path down the hairy backs of his thighs with her wetly licking mouth, her hair swaying over the mattress.
"Christ, now lick back up to my ass!"
"How about if I stick my finger up your ass?" Natalie spoke for the first time in a low teasing voice.
"Goddamn it, yes! Fuck me with your finger," Tom groaned and flopped over on his back, causing the mattress to sway beneath all of them. "Hurry! And I'll fuck you again at the same time!"
Liz's mouth gaped open in utter shock and disbelief as she watched Natalie's nakedly swaying outline adjust itself over her husband's heaving abdomen. She could make out her daughter-in-law's form moving now with a wet sluicing noise down over the long bulging outline of Tom's erect cock standing straight up from his stomach, then Natalie's hands wedged beneath his ass, and there was a small yelp of pain from Tom and the springs of the overworked mattress protested. Her daughter-in-law closed her widely ovaled mouth down over his lust-hardened instrument all the way until all she could see was a small tiny bit of the base of his prick protruding wet and glistening from the tight moist lips around it. She wanted to scream and reach out and tear them apart, but the tightness of Kevin's hand on her titty and the lewdly tingling pleasure building strangely in her groin at the sight wouldn't permit it. Instead, she lay frozen in immobility and watched helplessly as Natalie began a slow grinding up and down movement with her ass rising in the air above Tom until just the tip of his rock-hard cock was left inside the warm enclosing sheath of her mouth flesh.
Then, with a strange grunt each time she made the movement, she bobbed her head heavily back down, impaling her face completely with each long smooth fucking stroke. Kevin, on the other side of Liz, breathed deeply and harshly kneaded her tit while he peered at the weird copulation of their two spouses unconsciously giving the taut hardness of her erect nipple a small vicious tug.
"Oh, baby, your finger," Tom groaned suddenly above the wet sucking noises of intercourse. "I love it! I love it!"
"I'll try using two now, Tom," Natalie whimpered as she inserted a second finger in the tiny resisting rectum, and then her voice broke off in a little squeal as though she were nearly out of her mind with the excitement of her entrance into his ass and the ever increasing violence with which he flicked his hips, driving his steadily hardening instrument into her mouth.
But Liz had no time to consider the situation of her bed-neighbors further. Kevin pressed his soft lips down over hers, and she immediately felt the hard rigid pressure of his pink tongue spear up into her mouth in his quest for a warmer wetter contact with her naked body. His hands began rummaging over her and he ran them between the soft firmness of her gently quivering thighs that swayed open quickly to admit him to the very core of her being. She could feel the warm center of her cunt convulsing almost immediately in passionate answer to his harshly kneading touch.
"Aaaaaaaauuuuuugggggg! Aaaaaahhhh," she sighed up into his lips and pushed her tongue up into his mouth, fucking in a circle deep around inside.
Kevin slithered on top of his mother's warm soft body like a protective blanket. She could feel herself trembling helplessly out of control under him and drew her parting thighs up the sides of his hips until the whole of her wet throbbing cuntal slit was presented up to him in welcome sacrifice. The lewd hardness of his long fully erect cock slid over her thighs between her splayed out legs, and he held it there for a long tortured moment and started to reach down and implant himself inside her, but at the last second he stopped, as though he needed more to squeeze every perverse and sadistic pleasure possible out of the fact that her husband, his own father, was so close to their nakedly locked bodies. Instead, his mouth slid down over her gently rocking belly, biting her smooth delicate skin with his teeth and sending ecstatic ripples of pleasure-pain all over her stomach. Liz looked down to see his face crouched on the same level with the thin red folds of flesh that covered her splayed open cunt. She saw his fingers spreading the soft hair-covered lips and she sucked in her breath with a gasp as the cool air hit her there. She could feel a slight moisture forming and glistening on the insides of her thighs, and she squirmed and a faint groan escaped from her open lips when he breathed hard and blew softly into her.
"Oooooohhhhhh, God," she groaned, suddenly forgetting her husband beside them.
When her son lowered his head until he was just inches from her wetly throbbing pussy, all thoughts of everything but the moment quickly receded. She felt her warm inner thighs pulse and throb expectantly, and her breath stopped short in her throat as a tiny drop of seminal fluid trickled from the round blunt head of his lust-engorged cock pressed against her leg, running in a small trickling path down her thigh. Then he leaned still closer and opened the swollen fleshy lips around her clitoris, flicking out his tongue suddenly and teasing it moistly against the hotly pulsing bud. She shook convulsively and her hands darted forward and tangled in his head, pulling his mouth to the moistly palpitating furrow up between her open thighs.
His fingers spread the steadily throbbing opening of her cunt wide apart, and then suddenly he dropped his tongue from her hot clitoris, and fucked it into the pink tingling opening of her pussy. She was completely lost in enrapturement, her legs splayed out to their farthest limits and every muscle in her thighs jerked in time with his maddening assault between her legs. He fucked his tongue wetly again and again, fucking deeper with each stroke, only to withdraw it slightly and then rim the ragged pink edges on the outstroke, taunting and teasing her mercilessly.
"Ooooohhhh," a long low groan escaped from deep in her throat without thought. "It's good, darling, it's good. Let me do it to you. I want to do it to you!"
"Oh, God, yes. I'll put my cock in your mouth!"
Liz Rouelle had completely forgotten the couple rocking back and forth next to them on the bed, and now their sudden stillness caught her attention. Her husband must have heard her voice, but apparently his lust-driven mind hadn't recognized it as her own, because the wet sucking sounds of intercourse picked up again and continued stronger than ever. Natalie and Tom, excited by the presence of the still unknown couple next to them were moaning and groaning into each other's mouths while Natalie continued to grind her hips hungrily up and down the warmly throbbing instrument standing straight up like a quivering pole from Tom's stomach. The rhythm of their movements caused Tom's shoulder to rub methodically against Liz's, and when Natalie lowered her young groin and sunk slightly forward her long blond hair brushed occasionally over her mother-in-law's arm.
But now the beautiful auburn haired innocent's attention returned to her son as he turned his body around and kneeled over her face, putting them in a sixty-nine position, his mouth still working in wet slavering movements over her moistly tingling pussy. For a moment she felt herself hold back in indecision as she had never done this to a man before and was unsure what his blood-engorged cock would taste like inside her mouth. How would it feel? Could she do it? The red blunt head of his long fleshy instrument pressed searchingly against her chin, and she opened her lips quickly, mewling slightly as his hotly stiffening member slithered over her teeth into the warm, wet moistness. The thick spongy organ seemed to fill the entire cavern of her mouth, and when he fucked it steadily deeper, rubbing the gently throbbing member down the full length of her tongue and imbedding it far down in her throat, she gasped for air to keep from choking and closed her eyes to blot out the sight of his sperm-bloated testicles swaying lewdly down against her nose. They danced as he began to undulate his pelvis, sliding the long thick cock in and out of her mouth, never quite withdrawing, but leaving the hot swollen head a half-inch inside the warmly sucking cavern. She tightened her lips and swished her tongue with vengeance around and around the throbbing head sliding in and out of her widely stretched lips, his soft curling pubic hair grazing tantalizingly against her cheeks sending waves of masochistic pleasure through her.
"Oh, God, Kevin," she sputtered around the hard fleshy intrusion. "It tastes so good! I love the taste of your hard cock!"
"Tighten your lips and suck harder," he hissed from above, his voice coarse and thick from lust.
Her lips began to nibble at the slickly fucking instrument, and she convulsed the moistly clasping flesh of her inner cheeks inward, drawing them wetly and tightly over the sides of the rapidly growing cockhead as he pulled it out. Moisture filled her mouth, puffing her cheeks wide as he fucked forward and buried the rod deep again into her warmly welcoming throat. It was becoming slightly sticky now as small emissions of lubricating fluid seeped from the end of Kevin's lust-engorged cock into the warm heated depths of her mouth. His breath became shorter, and she could feel his hips writhing and straining above her face as though he were in the last spasmodic throes of death.
As he moved his hands back to her thighs below his working tongue still sunk deep in her pussy, she murmured with pleasure. God, she thought, she had never thought such things as this were possible. He was flicking his tongue up and down her moistly glistening crack while she continued to puff out her cheeks over the smoothly bulging length of his cock, and she was actually enjoying it! He pulled the soft, hair-fringed crack of her crotch wider apart with his hands. Her body quivered as he dropped his hot tongue to her small tightly puckered asshole, thrusting the tip hard against it until it entered just a hair.
"Oh, good God, Kevin! Yes, do that!" she mumbled around the fullness of his cock in her mouth.
Returning his mouth to her clitoris, he continued to lick and nibble at it while he pulled at the flesh around the puckered little red inlet, wetting it with the lust juices streaming from her aching cunt and finally probing his finger at her rectum like a tiny teasing baby prick.
"Uuuuuuugggghhhh!" she grunted in pain when he worked the finger slowly into the soft spongy channel up to the first knuckle.
"I'm going to fuck you up the ass now, baby!" he panted, pulling his blood-swollen cock from her mouth and swinging his ass back onto the bed beside her, but leaving his fingers buried in her rectum.
"Oh, yes, Kevin, fuck me there," she breathed heavily, turning over on her stomach so that only his fingers were still thrust into the tight rubbery ring of her asshole. He paused at the smoothly curving arc of her ass cheeks, then probed again with his fingers to make sure his entry into her would not be too great a shock. Then he lifted himself over her. He pulled out his fingers slowly, feeling the soft rubbery flesh clinging tightly to them and then coursed his hands down her asscheeks, his thumbs pressing on either side of the tight rear passage, stretching it wide. Then she felt a probing between the thumbs that felt different from the touch of his fingers. It was soft and rubbery at first and then grew into a hard unresisting bluntness.
"Oooooohhhh, Keeeevvvvvviiinnnnn," she moaned, her body tingling all over in a mixture of fear and lewd expectancy. His blood-bloated cock lay for a moment pressing gently at the tight, elastically flexing lips of her asshole as though teasing her with the idea of the exotic fleshy intrusion. Then she felt something give back there between her widely spread asscheeks as he thrust harder, and she jerked back, momentarily startled at the slight pain. He pushed again and the blunt invasion of his lewdly swollen cock vibrated through every fiber of her being, popping up inside the tight, vainly resisting circle and pushing the softly yielding flesh inside of her widely stretching asshole in great waves of pain before it. "Oooooohhhhhh, God!" she moaned and flailed her head from side to side in wild masochistically rising ecstasy as she felt his huge, lustfully pulsating cock filling her backside ceaselessly as though she were impaled on a skewering human sword.
Meanwhile, the presence of the lewdly groaning couple beside them had excited Tom more than he had thought possible, and as Natalie moved the warmly sucking walls of her pussy over his erect cock, he strained to see them. He hadn't been able to make out exactly what they were saying, but for awhile, the woman sounded as though she were struggling on the bed beside him and Natalie. Damn, he thought, whoever the hell they were, they sure were going at it good! The smoothness of nakedly exposed skin rustled against the bed cover punctuated by low, excited gasps, but it was too dark, and he closed his eyes again. It was probably some goddamn couple who had no place to go but on their bed, he thought. He had thought Natalie had locked the door after him, but he must have been mistaken.
Tom leaned back and let Natalie continue fucking from on top of him. God, he never thought it could feel this way, with her large softly bobbing tits brushing tantalizingly against his chest and her hand fondling and cupping the velvety sac of his balls, that hot little pussy wrapped so tightly and wetly around his cock felt too good to be real! Yet, he couldn't help but feel a lingering touch of lewd curiosity about what the couple were doing beside them. His fantasy was interrupted by a series of low soulful moans. It sounded like a woman in pain, and he felt Natalie slow her movements on top of him as though she had heard it, too. Then the girl rose up over him again and swished her smooth white ass around against his loins with a soft smack that brushed their warmed curved nakedness down against his balls.
"Ooooooohhh," he heard a heavy throated female whisper, barely audible even in the almost total silence of the dark room.
"Do you like it when I put it into you like this?" an almost familiar voice said in a soft murmur.
"Oh, God, Kevin, it feels so different ... but so good, so gooooood!"
Tom's hands froze around Natalie's smoothly gyrating asscheeks as he heard a strangely familiar pleading voice beg Kevin ... his son? ... to fuck her on the bed side beside him. He couldn't trust his own ears. He had thought that Kevin was out of town, that ... that ... but, no, of course, it was someone who sounded like Liz.
He firmly but gently pulled Natalie down from on top of him, but he didn't need to. She, too, had tensed above him in startled recognition of the two voices, then moved to his side. Natalie knew what Kevin was going to try, but she would have wagered anything against his success.
Tom wished he could see the other couple. Was she straddled on top of him as Natalie had been before, or was she sucking his cock with her clean warmly clasping mouth or letting him run his tongue teasingly between her legs? He wished Kevin would name her. In his mind's eye, because of the voice, he could picture only his wife, but his wife was Kevin's mother, and he doubted that could possibly be ... Nevertheless his tortured mind drew a thousand lewd pictures of his wife in every conceivable position with ... with ... their own son! Had she taken off all her clothes and gotten completely naked, or had Kevin merely pulled up her dress and pulled her panties down to plunder her soft defenseless cunt with his hands and his mouth? Natalie pulled closer to him and whispered into his ear, but his confused mind made no sense from what his daughter-in-law said. He only gathered that she was taking an obscene delight in the fact that the four of them were together on the bed. The idea of being unable to protest against his son's and the woman he kept thinking was Liz's continual lewd crooning and rocking beside him sent a shudder of deep penetrating frustration down his spine. It struck him that he was not only involved in an obscene adultery but that maybe ... just maybe, incest was involved!
"Oh, God, Kevin, that's nice! Stick your cock up my ass and fuck my poor devouring cunt with your fingers like that," the woman groaned beside him. It was Liz! It had to be Liz!
Christ, he was doing it! Kevin was screwing his mother up the ass! Tom's mind raged, his consciousness churning with the lewd thought of his own son fucking his lust-swollen cock into his mother's tightly clasping rectal hole. Again he sensed Natalie shift her weight, slowly undulating her thighs against his tensed hips. No! It was impossible, but he was getting excited by the idea of the four of them here on the bed together! Without realizing it, he had forgotten that it was his own wife! He had forgotten that it was his own son who was bringing cries of pain and pleasure from his mother's lust-contorted lips. It was just a wild, passion-driven woman writhing and twisting in the throes of the act of a coupling that was as old as the biblical story of Sodom and Gomorrah itself!
Finally the image of Liz returned again to his mind. He had never done anything like that to her as she had been too prudish to even suck him with her mouth or let him lick her between the legs. But there was a twist to this that struck a chord of perversity in his being that could never have been touched by anything else, the prehistoric prohibition against copulation between family members. The equally forbidden plundering of his wife's rectum by her own son sent a tingle of salacious desire through the father's groin. He felt his warmly throbbing cock ache and press against his daughter-in-law's naked side grazing next to him, small droplets of cum beginning to ooze from the tip and wetting his son's wife's warm smooth skin. It jerked when he heard Liz's cries and pleading for further and further indignities to be heaped upon her, and he suppressed a deep groan within himself when he realized that he wanted to be fucking his wife's cunt while his son fucked his prick lewdly into her tight virginal asshole.
"Oh, Christ almighty, Kevin," Liz mewled only a few inches away from him. "Oh, God, your cock feels gooooood!"
For a moment there was silence, broken only by the heavy breathing coming from the side of the bed. Then there was a rustle of the bedspread and the soft sound of a naked body twisting around on it. The wetly skewering sounds continued with the heavy coarse male breathing becoming more and more excited by the minute. Kevin was whispering things that Tom could not make out clearly but from their tone alone sounded lewd and forbidden. Tom suddenly heard his son gasp as though he were in pain, his voice breaking through the darkness like a knife, loud and clear so that Tom could not mistake their cruel sadistic meaning.
"Goddamn it. Your asshole ... let me fuck it haaaaarrrdddeeerr!"
He just couldn't stand it! An obscene lustful feeling gnawed at his groin and hardened his already blood-engorged member into a boiling rod of hotly pulsating flesh that was compelled to fuck into his wife against every attempt of his will at resistance. He jerked his head up, sensing his daughter-in-law rise with him to his right. He could see nothing but his imagination ran rampant. The low dim form of Liz's asscheeks raising off the bed and the hunched figure of his son plunging into her tightly puckering behind emerged clearly in his mind. She was not fighting it, and low softly muffled mewls of building pleasure drifted across the bed from her sputtering mouth.
"Oh, oh, oh!" her voice chanted rhythmically, a continuous low whine broken only by the obscene slap of Kevin's heavy, sperm-filled balls on the nakedly exposed flesh of her hungrily flexing asscheeks.
Tom sat up. Forgotten was the fact that what he was about to do went against every last bit of moral fiber he possessed. All he knew was that he had never dreamed of such depravity, and his sweet puritanical wife was at the very core of it. Her wild pleading mewls of lust were more than he could tolerate and he had to join this mad pillaging of her hotly writhing body and punish her himself! He slid over on the bed, suddenly coming into warm contact with the smooth flesh of her hip. He felt her body shudder slightly, then she turned toward him, still impaled in her rear hole by her son's fucking rod of lewd flesh. He touched her tentatively just once, then dug his hands cruelly beneath the front of her waist buried in the coverlet, but she needed no urging. She angled up and faced him on her side, her swaying tits brushing softly against his chest.
"Oh, Tom," she murmured as though waking from a deep dreamy sleep. "It's you! Oh, yes, fuck me in front while our son fucks me from behind. Put your cock in my aching pussy. I've always wanted it like this!"
Tom Rouelle pulled his wife's face to his lips, his hand wrapped in her long cascading auburn hair. Her warm wet lips opened, her fiery tongue spilling wetly into his mouth while her hands shot down to his loins and clasped his long painfully throbbing cock in a lusty vice-like grip. There was no need to jerk him into further hardness, but her hand played around the hard rubbery head of his lust-swollen cock for a few seconds, then began guiding it toward her desperately seething cuntal lips.
"Oh, yes, I want you both in me at the same time," she breathed, working the hard blunt head of his heavily throbbing organ around the warm wet hole and flicking it with her fingers against her inflamed clitoris.
Good God, she felt hot and flooded up between her thighs, he realized as his cock made searing wet contact with his wife's groin. Again, the thought of spurting his lewd sperm into her hungrily receiving belly while his own son fucked into her from behind overcame all the reservations he had had about joining the couple like this. He gasped when her warmly teasing fingers slithered up the distended shaft and squeezed gently at the sensitive area just below the throbbing head. She rubbed it tantalizingly up and down for a moment, parting the softness of her darkly curling pubic hair with the tip, then coaxed him slowly forward. He let his hips move to the gentle tug until with a sudden groan that began in his stiffened calves the warm moist flesh of her cunt popped teasingly over the head like a tight fitting glove. He could feel the softness of the curly, soft lining of pubic hair brushing teasingly around it where it entered her.
He could hold back no longer! The softly tingling fingers of lewd sensation that caressed at his loins and burst up through his muscled belly were too much to bear. He thrust forward, his cock flooding into his impaled wife like a tidal wave, tearing and bursting everything in its path, deeper and deeper until his balls smacked hard against his son's pressed tightly between her thighs. His hands reached convulsively out to her narrow hour-glass waist, coursing down to where it flared into broad well-formed hips and held her tight so that she could not move.
Then suddenly the light switched on. Tom glimpsed Natalie coming back from the light switch and kneeling only a few inches from Liz's head. One of the girl's hands drifted down to her parted thighs, and she stretched her leg out so that it lay across Liz's head and fell gently over Tom's upper back. Then she pushed her fingers against the silky auburn hairs of her cunt and began working them in short quick ovals over the moistly glistening cuntal lips. Her other hand massaged her own titties in wild circular motions as she fingered herself vicariously in time to the cruel buffeting of Liz's body between Tom and her husband.
"Oooooohhhhhh, it looks real nice, father and son fucking you together like that," Natalie moaned, looking down at the older woman's crazily flailing head.
"Yesssss, husband and son ... husband and son fucking me together," Liz answered in a low moan, her eyes burning up at Natalie's slightly parted cunt with her moistened fingers swirling lewdly around inside.
Tom continued his wild lust-incited thrusts into Liz's hot clasping cunt, sensing Kevin increase his strokes into her rear hole. Slowly, the rhythm of the two men began to coincide. They skewered into her in slapping unison, stabbing through her ravished loins as though she were a sacrificial lamb being impaled at every end. Obscene incoherent oaths spilled uncontrollably from her contorted mouth and she lifted her head toward Natalie's finger-filled pussy a few inches away from her, urging the girl to join them in their incestuous embrace.
Natalie let out a deep earthy groan. She slid her hand from between her legs and let it fall over one of Liz's softly dancing titties that pressed against Tom's heaving chest. Liz gritted her teeth as though to suppress the excess of lust ready to explode from inside of her at any moment.
"Yes! Oh, this is just perfect! Squeeze my tit like that, Natalie! Fuck me, Tom, Kevin, fuck me haaaaarrrdddeeerrr."
Now they could see the lewd picture reflected like a pornographic portrait in the mirror beside the bed. The image of the two men was blurred in Liz's mind into one giant tormenting shaft and the sensuous female figure fondling her warmly tingling tits seemed to become an extended vision of herself. God, she never knew that she could be driven to such depths of human debauchery! Both Tom and Kevin were driving through her with longer and stronger strokes now, their hotly fucking instruments buffeting simultaneously against the thin membrane that separated her moist cunt-walls from her flaming asshole. Suddenly, she sensed Natalie's leg pressurizing against her head, then felt the girl pull herself down until her warm hair-lined furrow lay flat on the bed between Tom and Liz's faces.
Tom Rouelle moved his head to the side, splurging out his tongue and licking the moistly dilating lips of Natalie's seething cunt only an inch or so away from Liz's ecstatically gaping eyes. The moistly glistening sheath was laid out in tempting ravishment for Liz's lips, and she shifted her head over her daughter-in-law's thigh so that it lay like a pillow beneath her neck. She dropped her head and kissed Tom on the lips, then turned and nudged her face into the thin vertical mouth of Natalie's gently parting cuntal cleft. She licked upwards, parting the glistening pink flanges, and her tongue lashed out at the exposed erect clitoris, bringing forth a savage mewling groan from Natalie, who hunkered down and twisted her ass around like a depraved animal above.
Suddenly, Kevin, fucking into her from behind, increased the momentum of his strokes. He fucked like a pile-driver into the rubbery tightness of Liz's ass, watching as husband and wife licked and kissed at his wife's smoothly gyrating cunt, and the vision spurred him into a mad fury of quick grinding thrusts into his mother's tightly sucking rectum. He groaned over and over again, his lips working crazily and incoherent mutterings spitting from between tightly clenched teeth. This was too much for him! It was beyond what a normal man could take! He felt his hot cum juice building in his balls and stiffening his lewd cock to the near bursting point, but he held off, waiting for the last possible moment when he could spew out his semen as the four of them reached orgasm together.
"Oh, lick me! Suck me, you two," Natalie chanted feverishly from above Tom and Liz. "Yes, this is what I ... I want. We're like a family. We're, oh, God, we're fucking together!"
And then it came!
Kevin, unable to contain himself any longer, groaned and coughed like a rutting animal and locked his arms around Liz's insanely writhing belly, his hands squeezing the soft flaccid flesh into random crazy shapes beneath his fingers. His lips bared back, and he could not close them. His breath came in short stuttered explosive blasts that crackled obscenely through the room. He stared up at Natalie's pleasure contorted face, then his gaze drifted to Tom's and Liz's lips sucking at his wife's lewdly parted cunt. He lurched. He tore at Liz's asscheeks, stretching his mother's twin moons wide apart and watching his long white cock disappear through the warmly cupping spheres of her ass.
"God Almighty," he sputtered. "Christ!"
Liz could sense Kevin's climax building. She wormed her ass in a gentle but firm nudging motion until she felt the entire length of his hotly pulsating member lodged to the hilt in her ass with only a fraction from the base protruding from the tight elastic hole. Then she thrust her asscheeks more strongly back against his loins, and he shoved forward with a mighty jolt that almost tore through the walls of her quivering belly and shuddered his hot thick cum in wave after wave deep up into the depths of her hungrily sucking rectum.
Tom, on the other side of her gyrating body, trembled with revulsion as he felt the first waves of the hot white liquid creaming out of the depths of her behind. God, his son must be a reservoir of sperm, he thought with wild masochistic glee and ceased his movements momentarily. It flooded down the crack of her widely split ass and trickled onto his loins, and for the moment, he was ready to shove their two heaving bodies away from him out of the bed until he remembered with a gulf of sickening guilt that it was he who had started it all!
At the same time, Liz Rouelle screamed her own release that gushed now from her cunt, drenching his cock pressed tightly against the spewing opening. It mixed with Kevin's in a single stream of thick viscous fluid, wetting his thighs and attesting to the animal joy of their unnatural coupling.
"Oh, Tom, fuck my pussy harder. Don't stop! Haaarrrdddeeer!" Liz squealed, feeling her body beginning to convulse. She clawed at his hips with her fingernails until he rammed against her with the full force of his weight, springing back and shoving his groin against her again and again like a snapping rubber band. Never had she known there was so much pleasure from sex, from anything, on earth. Never had she realized all she had been denying herself, strange forbidden sensations that she would never ever forfeit again. She bent forward, not wanting to miss a stroke of the powerful fucking cock in her lusting cunt, no longer remembering it was Tom her own husband or even caring to whom it belonged. It was long thick blood-swollen stoney cock, and that's all that counted, her mind blazed obscenely. Nothing mattered but the pleasure enveloping the whole of her being, heaving through her body and bucking her about like a ship in violent seas.
"Yeeeessss! I'm cuummmiiinnnnnngggg!" she yelled through clenched teeth and thrust her face forward into Natalie's steaming throbbing cunt lips.
Natalie lurched forward uncontrollably at the forceful contact, automatically reaching down to lock her hands behind Liz's head and press her face hard into her loins, swirling her belly over the tongue rotating maddeningly inside her and moaning and crooning out her own orgasm.
Tom rocked back and forth mechanically into his wife, his lust-driven cock sluicing through her still convulsing cunt and his mouth buried in Natalie's warmly trembling thighs that were wet and musky smelling with her cum juice. In spite of the excitement of the moment, unpleasant thoughts raced through his mind. Revulsion and fear chilled his blood at the thought of their multiple incestuous coupling. He felt dazed. It just couldn't be true although all the while, the lascivious tingling in his loins grew and pushed him closer to his orgasm. He closed his eyes to lock out the sight of their three exhausted bodies that still quivered in the last sensuous throes of subsiding orgasm and felt his hotly pumping balls erupt wildly. His mouth opened wide with a loud unrestrained yell.
"Aaaaaaauuuuuuurrrrgggggghhhhh!" He felt his lewdly pumping sperm fill her clasping and unclasping cunt with a great rush. Then he closed his mind to everything but the insane race of pleasure that jerked the sperm from his churning balls down his cock like rain water rushing through a conduit in hot spasmodic spurts that seemed to be without end.
He slid to the mattress. The room was quiet except for an occasional low gasp or the rustling of bedcovers. Moments later he blinked open his eyes to find the scene still as strange and unreal as it had seemed in the emotion-torn seconds before his orgasm. His son's body bent heaving over the boy's mother's back, his hands cupping at each tit, and Liz was smiling at him thinly, a strange mask that wasn't a smile at all but a smirking expression of unveiled victory and conquest.
"What do you have to feel so damn proud of?" he asked her. "I wouldn't call what you just did an act of moderation exactly," he said, a touch of amused sarcasm in his voice.
Liz first glanced away at the mirror, thinking how she would love to have one for their bedroom, and before she could look away, she met Tom's eyes again, this time in their mutual reflection.
"Moderation," she said lightly but quite seriously, "is a matter of definition."
