While fictional in nature, this book has, besides entertainment, the purpose of acquainting the reader with manners of sexual activity at times practiced within contemporary society.
-The Editor
INTRODUCTION
Those of us who make our homes in the suburbs often assume that unusual and unique sorts of sexual behavior can occur only in the "big city", far away from the pastoral setting of our own small neighborhoods. But researchers tell us that what happens often enough between a mother and her son in the way of a sexual relationship is as likely to happen in a quiet little suburb as anywhere else.
The story which follows, set squarely in the middle of the suburban environments with which we are all so familiar, complete with green lawns and blue swimming pools, is actually not so unusual. Perhaps shocking, maybe even a little extraordinary in its use of detail, this novel is the chronicle of the lives of four people who become intimately involved at critical, crucial times in their lives. Their relationships-sometimes distant, sometimes intimate-among each other determined the course of events in their lives and the striking, dramatic outcome of our story.
It is strange indeed, in this era of supposed sexual enlightenment, that events which come to play in this book are considered out of the ordinary, even bizarre. Actually though, this novel tells the kind of love story with which we are all really quite familiar.
With no further delay, then, let us just say that we hope you enjoy this book as much as we did!
-THE PUBLISHERS
CHAPTER ONE
Gazing down on her tanned, satin-soft thighs that were slightly spread apart, and admiring her milk-white creamy loins with the rest of her long shapely legs, Ellen Fawn lay languorously on the living room sofa in front of the T.V. With her right hand she was smoothing the downy blonde peach-fur that was barely visible in the mellow tan on the tops of her supple thighs. Had she been naked instead of wearing her favorite black sheer panties, her sandy blonde pubic hairs would have shown, too. She rolled sideways on the sofa and pulled her loosely-drawn baby-blue housecoat down around the swelled curve of her hips. She told herself that later there would be plenty of time to think about her body and that for now she was better off watching the T.V.
The electric blue of the screen flickered, projecting a pattern of lights on the floor and across to Ellen's pretty face. Even in the harsh, neon-like luminescence of the television, the young-looking mother's natural beauty shined. Maybe it was the high blonde cheekbones and their burnished amber edges, indicating her Swedish-American background, or perhaps it was the daily care she took on her body's behalf, always exercising and eating right, keeping trim and fit so that her belly remained taut and her breasts stayed full and firm-but whatever the reason or the method, Ellen Fawn looked more like a youthful, vivacious twenty-three than her real age of thirty-six. Something about the expression on the voluptuous blonde's thick, moist lips, along with the sharp twinkle in her clear blue eyes, and the wide-open nostrils of her sensual high-bridged nose-it all added up to give the impression that this sweet mother knew more than her share about raising children and about life in general! In addition to that maternal kindness so important to rearing children, Ellen's natural glow imparted a definite sexiness to everything she did-even if it was something as simple as just laying around and watching T.V.!
This was the first day of a hard-earned vacation. After nearly ten months of slaving at copy-setting and Xeroxing, of driving to and from downtown Los Angeles from her home in West Hills every morning (and back every afternoon), Ellen knew positively that the next two weeks were going to be absolutely divine!
"Mmm," she hummed softly aloud, stretching her slender tanned arms and tiny open palms up over her head, closing her eyes in a slow-motion yawn, "I wonder what I'll do tonight...?" Then she realized what she was saying and reminded herself of a promise she'd made: not to plan anything at all, just to see what would happen. Already she was enjoying being on vacation!
Suddenly, the front door burst open and a rush of blinding white afternoon sunlight rushed into the room along with the heavy stomp of Ellen's adolescent son, Leonard.
"What on earth!" exclaimed the surprised mother, shielding her eyes as she tried to adjust to the sudden intense change of light in the room. Already she was up and at the door. Her gaze inspected the teenager's handsome, youthful body. "Where's your shirt?! And what's the rush!?"
"Aw, Mom," he said off-handedly, disregarding her admittedly superficial concern for amenities. "Gimme a break." He started to rush by her, and then, before passing, craned his neck around and kissed her on the cheek. Then he went on, up the stairs leading to his bedroom, but not without plopping down his books on the hallway end table. She saw that his shirt tailed him, stuffed and hanging from his back pocket.
Her eyes followed his lean, muscular form up the stairs. "You hang that shirt up, young man," she said with a smile coming to her thick lips as her sharp eyes noted the sheen of perspiration on his young, muscled shoulders. She could see in the boy the makings of a man as strong and as virile as his father had been. Often, she allowed herself consolation by knowing that Leonard would someday be as big and broad-shouldered, as strong and as active-already he was showing the signs-as his long-dead father. It was comforting to know that raising the boy and his sister alone for all those fifteen years had begun to pay off in terms of the children's healthy attitude about school, work and play. They were the kind of kids, Ellen mused as she made her way back to the living room, who would make any mother as proud as can be.
Just before she returned to the sofa, Ellen picked up from the hallway end-table her son's loose-leaf notebook. On the outside of the blue, three-ring binder were printed in red and blue ink the names of two girls, Anne and Cynthia. Next to the names were a pair of hearts and a difficult-to-decipher note, apparently written by one of the girls. "Darling Leonard," began the scribble, "I look at you every day in math class and-" The rest was washed pale, blurred and illegible. Ellen set the notebook down and returned to her comfortable lounging on the living room sofa.
Even before her head hit the pillow she was remembering what it was like for her as a teenager in high school. On account of her voluptuous, premature development, she'd been asked out constantly, even in Junior High! So by the time she became a Junior in High School, young men were doting on her for even a small amount of her time. Dates, Friday and Saturday nights, she would book-up well in advance without even trying. Of course, she couldn't forget how much trouble it was sometimes to stave off a panting, hungry teenager male, to keep him from pawing her to death in the backseat of an old Dodge. Sometimes it was awful, trying to remain lady-like and virgin at the same time, and feeling sorry for the young feverish boy who was so willing to throw himself at her feet-or between her legs-like meat for a hungry lioness! It was, she remembered now, one of the most miserable as well as one of the best times of her life!
Is my son going through that now ... trying to get into the panties of some teenage girl...? I wonder if Len has sex with girls...? He's only seventeen ... so young to be ... to be ... carrying on...! So young!
Just the notion triggered a quick electric shock up Ellen's spine, causing her shoulders to shudder. She closed her eyes and smiled for a moment, thinking to herself how wonderful it would be to be young again, to be Leonard's age, and to be in love with someone like him! She could feel her heart flutter and skip a beat with the notion, and she found herself in envy of some imagined rival, a young woman like "Cynthia" or "Anne", the girls from the notebook cover, and she could picture those younger women, teenagers like Crystal, her daughter, wrapped in Leonard's strong arms, his hands squeezing and kneading their young, resilient breasts, his mouth pressing lewdly to their virginal lips, his tongue slowly....
She just had to stop! Such thoughts were not becoming to a mature woman, no matter how youthful she kept herself! It was really very silly of her to let things get so carried away....
No matter how "silly" it was, the attractive mother just had to go upstairs and ask Leonard how he'd managed to come home from school without his shirt on! She stood up from the living room sofa and gave her little baby-blue housecoat an extra tight tug, just to be sure that her voluptuous firm breasts and well-rounded buttocks were properly covered in the presence of her son.
Upstairs she found Leonard's bedroom empty and his levies and shirt tossed over the end of the bed. She suspected he was in the bathroom and decided to wait for him there in the room. She sat comfortably on the side of her son's springy bed, her housecoat coming up softly around her tanned downy soft thighs as she began to fantasize what it would be like to be very, very young again.
Presently, she espied Leonard's bureau and an open drawer with clothes spilling out from inside. "How curious," she said to herself, "that he would come home and mess things up so quickly!" She got up from the bed and knelt in front of the bureau. As she started shuffling the clothes back into the open drawer, her eyes caught upon the corner of a magazine stuffed down under the bottom pair of jeans. "Well, well, well," she said, reaching in and pulling the color folio out from the drawer.
On the cover of the magazine was a bright sharply focused color photograph of a young naked boy, not more than eighteen, his long cock hardened to a steely throbbing stiffness, the cockhead bulbous and heavy with hot blood, gnarled blue vein on the topside feverishly pulsing, the boy's nut-nest and scrotum hard like little acorns, and with him, their legs spread wide so as to reveal the neatly shaved patches of pubic hair on and around their puckered pink vees, were two women, one probably twenty-one or twenty-two, the other about thirty-five.
"Why, she's old enough to be my age!" hissed Ellen Fawn in a sudden shock of awareness. "And he's using this kind of thing to-" She stopped herself and a kind of half-conscious grin came to her thick, rose-colored lips. Her cheeks blushed a crimson as an intense sexual image sprang into her brain like a hungry jungle animal, voraciously gnawing at her everyday inhibitions, devouring her otherwise Puritanical will.
"God no! Ellen Fawn! What are you thinking about!?!"
She quickly slipped the magazine back into the drawer under her son's trousers and left the bureau as she'd found it. Under no circumstances did she want Leonard to know she'd been rummaging through his private personal things.
She returned to merely sitting on the side of the bed and every now and again let out a little titter of self-conscious laughter. "Goodness! Oh my, oh my, the things my mind will conjure up! I must be a very evil woman indeed!"
Just then Leonard came into the room. "Mom! What are you doing?"
Ellen Fawn blushed considerably, a wild intense heat filling her chest, shoulders and face, so much so that her cheeks turned bright red, nearly vermilion.
"You look like you just got caught with your hands in the cookie-jar, Mom. What's up?"
"Oh, nothing, Leonard. Nothing at all." Her eyes were quick to notice that the young man had not buckled his belt. She patted the portion of bed next to where she sat, the housecoat barely covering her long tanned thighs. "Come over here," she said. "I want to talk to you for a minute."
Leonard obeyed his mother's wishes, came to her side and sat on the edge of the bed next to her. "What's up, Mom?" He felt a little self-conscious, for he was a big boy, even for seventeen, broad in the shoulders and heavily muscled in the neck and arms. He had powerful hands and fingers, too, and more often than not he was mistaken for a college student rather than a High School lad.
Ellen smiled at her young son and asked him if he might not enjoy a back rub while she talked. "I know what it's like to be seventeen, Leonard, and I want to talk to you about something that's very important...." She stood up from the bed and arranged his naked back while talking with him. "It's not every day," she said, her long, squeezing fingers working at the muscles of his shoulders, squeezing and kneading, "that a young man meets a woman and likes her, and it's not every day that-"
"Mom," he pleaded, getting up and moving away from her reach, "that birds-and-the-bees stuff is for kids. I'm a big man now, according to the standards of my generation, and I don't need to hear any of that molly-coddling stuff about sex!"
"Oh, well, Leonard, I didn't realize that you were so smart already! After all, I ah-"
Ellen Fawn, for just one instant, found herself somewhat befuddled by her son's quick and rebellious reaction to her efforts to help him in matters which she'd presumed him to have only a little experience. She stood up, turned around and looked out the window which faced on the suburban front yard. With her back to him, she asked simply, in a more controlled tone of voice, "Let me ask you this: have you ever made love to a woman before?"
"Mom!" he begged her, his voice requesting that she refrain from asking him anything else on that particular subject.
"Have you?" she persisted in a steady feminine voice.
"Come on," he said, trying to keep from losing his own sense of youthful masculine control. "This isn't something that we should be talking about just now, especially since Crystal might come walking in and-"
"Leave your sister out of this. She can fend for herself. I've asked you a simple question and-" Suddenly Ellen heard herself, the way she was badgering the young man. "I'm sorry, darling," she said, quite caught up in her own emotions. "I don't know what it is-I, ah, guess I got a little carried away or something."
She kept flashing an image of herself and her son as embracing, and this particular image was now strikingly real. With it came the same electric shock and thrill she'd felt on realizing just a few moments before that her very own son was capable of lovemaking.
"Oh, Leonard," she moaned with the realization of what she was wishing, recognizing it for what it was, "I'm, oh, darling, I'm sooo sorry." She sat down on the edge of the bed and covered her face with her hands.
Her teenage son came over and stood next to her asking softly of the lovely, voluptuous blond, "Mom? Is everything okay?" Under the housecoat he could see his mother's nakedly exposed, hanging breasts!
She sobbed to herself for a moment, an incredible guilt pang bringing tears of humiliation to her eyes and then she nodded, "Oh, yes, I'm sorry darling, I just didn't know what I was saying, that's all ... I just didn't realize ... "
She looked up and the young boy was only six inches away from her, his strong shoulders pulled back powerfully, his chest lean and tanned, and she lost herself in his cool, blue eyes and his curly sandy-blonde hair which was so much like her own. She gave way to the impetuous, overwhelmingly strong desire which had kindled in her loins something irresistibly fiery ... and she snatched at his face with both hands, for his cheeks, and drew his unsuspecting face, his thick, un-expecting lips against her own and pressed her tongue into his suddenly excited mouth.
It was an especially long moment before the young man realized what was happening ... before he understood that his own mother was pressing her tiny wet tongue fish-like into the hollows of his mouth, pressing her tongue lightly around his gums and up into his cheeks until he involuntarily began to lightly suck on the darting wet tongue, deliciously sucking it until she pulled away with a fierce red blush playing on her cheeks, whispering softly in the bright afternoon sunlight which illuminated the room, "Darling ... Leonard ... you mean more to me than ... I hope you can understand...." She took his face in her hands again and this time when she kissed him she leaned back and drew him with her down onto the bed, taking his hand in one of her own and putting his palm under her baby-blue silk housecoat and showing him that she wanted him to hold her large creamy breast, that she wanted him to squeeze and rub it as long as he wanted....
CHAPTER TWO
Even on her back Ellen Fawn could see the awe-struck teenager, her own son, tremble in excitement which shook, his entire young frame. Her outlandish advance, her incredible timing, and the sensuous manner in which she'd made her unexpected approach all combined together to take away the young man's breath entirely.
"You precious dear thing...." she hissed, letting her breath out in a feverish panting gasp as her arms slid hungrily around him so as to draw him even closer to her. "This will be our secret, lover ... our very own special kind of secret ... Don't worry ... I don't care if you have girlfriends at school ... if you've never done it before or if you do it all the time ... That doesn't matter to me at all ... Because I'm going to help you ... I'm going to show you everything you'll ever need to know. You'll know everything, darling. Oh, Leonard, it's going to be so wonderful, darling ... so-ooo wonderful!" She pressed her lips here and there on his glowing slightly embarrassed blushing cheeks.
Leonard knew that something very strange and unique and probably not altogether ordinary was about to happen to him, but he could hardly refuse the intense desires which began swelling up between his legs with his mother's renewed caresses to his body. She was enveloping him within the realm of her sensuous curves, her full, yielding breasts flattening under the solidness of his developing naked chest, her soft warm belly brushing lightly against his lean tautness.
She slowly let her lips part for him and her tiny pink wet tongue sought out the hot freshness of his sweet youthful mouth. She could sense his strong, young hands clasping at her waist through the blue housecoat. He wasn't timid or ill-at-ease, but he did show some sort of protectiveness and concern. She kissed him tenderly and with a deeply abiding passion. Already she knew that her son was going to be an utterly fabulous young lover. She wondered what was possessing her and letting her become so spontaneously and terribly free in a manner she'd never until that moment believed possible, and then, for an important moment, she told herself not to question anything, to let it happen as it might.
Leonard thought he was going crazy, for such a thing as was happening just now seemed so unreal. His own sexy mother, the woman who countless young men from school had admired from afar for years, was actually kissing him in the mouth, kissing him passionately with hot, wet lips, holding him with a crushing grip against her flattened out breasts until he could feel their hardened pink nipples digging into his chest like little pebbles. And her hot little tongue kept working inside his anxious mouth, too! He had heard of such things, of French kissing, of older women and younger boys, and he'd heard stories in the locker room which would make a fly blush, but this! This, with his own mother ... he couldn't believe it! And, oh, Christ, his cock was jerking around like mad, getting so stiff and hard that he swore he was getting blue balls already. The ache was terrific, and he heard his mind saying, Oh, yeah, it hurts so good ... it's just the right kind of ache, too....
She clasped him tightly, completely lost in the lewd pleasure which her smothering kisses afforded her. She let her hand go sliding down between their two bodies, searchingly investigating his caged young crotch until she felt him tremble under her exploring touch. She didn't rush for what she was looking for; rather she took her time, slowly mapping out the territory between his legs, seductively teasing with her long, slender fingers, gradually preparing to use her palm in the form of a light, clenching fist to bring his young prick to full attention. Somehow every move was coming to her easily, quickly, and she knew exactly what she wanted to do before she did it. The fact that it was her own son made things ex citing, yes, but it was his youth which appealed to her the most, his youth and his virile, tanned flesh which was so much like her own smooth brown skin.
At last she reached for the whole hardened stiffness contained in the boy's levies, taking the straining outline of his young penis into her clenching fingers, and she could feel his sudden spasmodic reaction to the quick, light fisting around his cock. His body jerked instinctively forward, as if he were already inside the wickedly forbidden territory of his mother's hot little cunt. She pulled on the jerking hardness delicately with her thumb and forefinger, working the mushroom head contained within his stiff jeans as best she could.
"Leonard, darling, are you okay, honey?"
"I'm just so surprised, Mom," he whispered back.
"Don't be, honey ... This is going to be nice ... you just wait and see ... very nice ... Mmmmmmm, yes...." And all the time that she talked to him she continued to work her fingers around the form of the stiffened prick within the crotch of his trousers. "It feels so nice and hard, honey," she whispered against his panting young mouth. "Let me stretch it out for you just a bit more, just to see it all big and stiff the way I know it gets sometimes ... Don't worry, Leonard, I'll be sooooooo gentle....
Don't worry about anything at all...."
"Oh, God ...!" Leonard grunted in confused and desperate excitement. "I don't know if I can take it ... I just don't know if...." He felt her soft palm caressing and then working softly on his fly, and he whimpered again as he heard the metallic sound of his zipper coming undone and open. There was a moment's pause and he arched his body upwards and sideways; she followed him over and they were against each other facing one another, only now her fingers were working gently, crawling into his crotch through the opening in his shorts to work into the quivering flesh of his pelvis. Then the fingers wrapped in ultimately possessive warmness around the throbbing shaft of his hardened cock and brought it out into the open.
Now they were well on their way, and it seemed that there could be no stopping either of them. She had his cock in her soft little hand and she was rubbing it gently with her fingers. Sometimes she would let go and run the back of her hand against the length of the stiffness, running her soft knuckles and fingers at the outline of the bulbous vein which was wildly pulsing and snapping blood into the throbbing cockhead, and other times she would use her fingers to clasp the root of the prick shaft, guiding it back and forth so as to make the spongy cap rub lewdly against the softness of her own smooth belly.
He couldn't believe it when she took his balls into her hand! He had thought of this countless times, with lots of women, with the woman across the street, for instance, and with his young, lovely sister, too, and even once with his mother, just as they were doing it now, but not in all his years did he ever think it would really come to pass! And yet right then, at that moment, she was playing with his rock-hard testicles! God, he felt like he might explode into a thousand pieces!
"Oh, yes, Leonard, I've been wanting you this way forever ... I didn't know it before, darling ... I just didn't know it at all ... But now, now that I feel you and your balls in my hands and get your prick in my fingers ... Oh, honey ... Mmmmmmmmm, yes-ssssssss! You feel soooooooooooo good!"
He shook his head nervously, wondering what her lewd appeal she would make.
"I think we should undress, darling! We should get undressed and see what everything looks like! Don't you think so, too?!"
He could hardly find the words to speak. Instead, he nodded slightly, his eyes gazing sideways at the Madonna-like smile which stayed glued on her thick, moist lips. Her lovely blue eyes, as blue as his sister's, were glowing intensely with desire ... with fire ... feverishly, insanely glowing into his own ... and her hands were still working, waiting ... working on his prick while they waited for him to nod again and confirm finally that he was ready to undress.
She leaned forward, her rosy lips brushing lightly against his own similarly thick lips and as she did, her hugely white rounded breasts became even fuller and more globular resilient in front of his very eyes. He was going to see all of them in their full naked creaminess and ... and he was going to see her naked beautiful ass, too ... and her pussy ... all covered with that sandy blonde hair, just like the pubic hair around his own hardened cock ... that she was rubbing with her fingers again!
"Now, now, Lenny," she panted in a low, gravelly voice, "there's nothing to worry about at all. Just remember, this is a kind of present for you ... It's a kind of an alternative...."
"An alternative?" he asked, hardly aware of the sound of his own frightened voice. "An alternative to what?"
"I found that, ah, magazine of yours. It was quite by accident, but I found it. And I have a hunch what you've been doing with it."
"Oh, Mom, gee, I really didn't mean to, ah...." He stammered on for a moment, a big blush taking over his face and turning him clown red, and then beet red! He could hardly think. "I wish you didn't know about that...."
"But I do," she said, "and now that I do, I'm going to help you stop doing that. I'm going to show you the right way to get on, now that you're a grown up man with a big hard prick and all." She gave his testicles a special squeeze, and the lust-bloated orbs within his chilled scrotum nearly exploded right then and there. "Oh, Mom," he hissed, his eyes about popping out of his head with lusty awareness of her tenderly squeezing fingers between his thighs. "Please...."
Even though Lenny couldn't see down there between his legs to where her soft warm hand was working at the sensitively throbbing head of his penis, he could just about imagine in every detail the way her fingers were pulling at the thickened portion of his cock cap, plying it between her thumb and index finger, and he could very nearly see in his mind's eye the way her hand would occasionally fist his large hardened cock into a kind of involuntarily jerking pulse, giving it a rhythm which he never knew possible.
"Oh, Mom!" he murmured under his breath. "Oh, God, Mom!"
"Yes," she panted warmly in his ear, letting her hot moist breath caress the side of his ear lobe and the nape of his neck, "I understand, darling ... I understand...." And her fingers came stroking up the throbbing shaft of his pulsating cock, one in particular tracing the long, blue bulbous vein which ran along the topside of the meaty thickness. "Mmmm, yes," she said, "Momma understands, baby ... Just hang on for a little bit longer and Momma's gonna give you everything, you hear?" Her fingers took a special delicate and lewd pinch of his thickened cock-head. "Everything!"
A moment later and Ellen Fawn gave way to the irresistible temptation to have her adolescent son splay his legs on his back and show off his gargantuan cock. She worked her fingers around the upright thickened shaft and showed herself the pink crowning tip. "Mm," she murmured, softly encasing his prick in her long, cool fingers, quietly wetting and moistening her lips with her ready tongue, "I'm going to give you something special, darling ... something you'll never forget ever!"
Lenny could hardly breathe, he was so excited with the idea of watching her golden hair part around his prick as she drew her head up and down, sweeping his crotch with her soft, silky blonde hair. "This is why a woman grows her hair long," she cooed to him, her broom-like silky mane caressing the tender tip of his spongy, galvanized helmet while she held the root of the thickness in her fingers. From time to time his own pink cockhead would appear in the curtaining folds of her parting, sweeping hair. "Oh, Maw...." he groaned, beside himself with joy as the sweeping sensation aroused his ardour yet another lusty notch toward orgasm. "Ahhh, geeeee!"
Next he felt the incredible feverish heat of the hot moist wet insides of her hollowing, billowing mouth as she let her warm lips go slipping down over his tingling cock-head. He'd swear she'd sucked the entire length of his fat prick into her mouth, into that hot wet cavernous and forbidden sanctuary of oral pleasures. Her tongue whipped curlingly around it, and he could feel the tender pressure of her hot sucking cheeks drawing in around it for long, languorous moments, sucking her way up and down the thick, throbbing shaft of his hitherto virginal cock, something which he knew but she did not. She sucked her mouth off of his prick and looked up the length of his body, smiling at him and saying in her best sensuous voice, "I think it's time that I undressed, darling. Don't you?"
He could only nod in utter wonderment as his mother slowly and sensuously let loose of his hardened prick, standing up at the end of his bed and smiling, inviting him to do the same ... to undress!
CHAPTER THREE
Ellen slipped gracefully from the baby blue housecoat, letting it float down to the floor like a paper airplane. Lenny stared from the bed, his anxious young eyes fixing on the curvaceous white body which was nearly totally naked in front of him. He barely noticed her lewd little smile of lecherous intent as she slowly wriggled around so as to stroke her panties down and off of her hips, rolling them quickly and tightly off of her smooth tanned thighs, her breasts hanging and jiggling as she bent over to pull off the sheer black panties, leaving herself entirely naked.
He saw the luscious curly blonde hair of her triangle between the tanned comely thighs of her legs, up high between her supple white loins ... her lovely pussy revealed to him once and for all! He could even see the moistly puckered lips of her vagina, glistening and damp in the pubic fleece between the full, satin-smooth thighs of her long, shapely legs! It was everything he could do to keep from choking on his own frustrating panting! "God ... God .. oh, God...."
"Now, now, Lenny," she said softly, climbing up on the end of the bed with her full, luminescent breasts floating towards him like a pair of small, pendular shaped moons, glowing iridescent white in all their creaminess, "I just want to come up there with you and get you to relax a little bit ... that's all. .
She stopped midway and said softly, "Wait a second, I'll be back in a jiffy." She interrupted herself for something and climbed down off the bed and stood at the end. She leaned over, with her back to him, and picked up her panties, and as she did, the soft, lean crevice of her buttocks opened up like a peeled piece of fruit, and there, staring back at the teenager was the hairless puckered brown ring of his mother's anus, the tight little rubbery sphincter as clear as day, guarding within the tightness of her long, smooth rectum.
She stood up and went on her way out of the room for a moment, and Lenny heard the flush of the toilet and some water running. When Ellen Fawn came back into the room her son was sitting on the edge of the bed holding his head in his hands.
"Oh, Lenny, what's the matter, honey?"
"Mom, I don't know ... This seems so, well, so different."
"Yes, I know," she said, "I think so, too, and I'm just as concerned as you are that we make sure we do things right. After all, it wouldn't be any good for us to be causing ourselves problems, right, darling?"
"Yeah, exactly," said Lenny, his voice lightening up. "I don't want to feel bad when we're done, Mom. That's all. You know what I mean?"
"Exactly. We have to be careful with each other's feelings as well as with our bodies. Isn't that what you're trying to say?"
All the time that she sat next to him softly talking about how they had to watch out for one another, she was slowly riding her hand down his knee and back up again, to between his legs. It was almost unconscious, for in her heart, she, too, wondered if this was a proper thing to be doing.
But something was driving her on, making her do it. She felt possessed, like a different person than the woman who raised the boy and made him into a man. She felt like a lover, not like his mother, and she knew that she needed to go ahead with her advances, if only to find out what it would be like to be held in her own son's arms ... and to quench the horrifyingly intense fires she was feeling in her sweet, soft loins.
"Lenny," she said, "I want you to lay down a little. Lay down right here. I promise that I won't do anything that you won't like, and if it gets too, ah, heavy, you just say so and I'll stop. We can always stop, you know. We don't have to so this just because we started, you see. We do have to try though. I'm sorry but we have to try...."
Her emotions were carrying her away.
She could no more stop than a locomotive could if it was going at full steam. But she thought she could stop, thought that she could slow down at will. She didn't realize that her attraction to her young, handsome son was more than a casual, spontaneous thing. It had been going on, and she had been resisting it, for years. And now, now she was finally going to have some of his young flesh in her own hands ... his legs in her rubbing palms and his smooth, rounded cheeks between her squeezing fingers ... and most importantly, she was going to take his young, jerking prick in her fingers and rub it around on her lips and make herself as hot and feverish as possible with it ... Mmmm, she could already taste the pungent splattering cum from his lust-churning testicles as it would come searing into her mouth and down her throat.
"Oh, God, Lenny!" she moaned, pressing him flat on the bed and kissing him with passionate intensity to match the fantasy which had been going on in her head. "I just have to have you, darling ... just this once, honey...." She licked his lips with quick, darting actions from her little wet tongue, pressing and tasting his young mouth with her own while her hand worked down at his belt with quick agile fingers to undo the metal buckle and to go sliding down into his underwear once again. This time her naked body pressed against his and worked to heighten the sensations he was having from her squeezing hand between his legs.
Lenny thought for sure he wouldn't be able to live through this, that he would die before it ended, that some sort of earthquake would come into that one room and destroy them before he exploded in total ecstatic delight!
Ellen's lustful and lecherous passion had arrived at that salaciously blinding peak where only wanton and obscene desires filled her lust-fogged brain. Where before, a moment ago, she'd been considering that it was in some ways wrong to be erotically involved with her own son, now what prompted her on in this sexual assault on the teenager was pure and heavenly desire! She eased, in her total nakedness, up and down the teenager boy's body. He lay motionless in obvious fear and wonderment, his thickened young cock still protruding and straining in outline against the crotch of his jeans. Slowly, she moved her hands down to the place where his cock pulsed warm and began to ache with desires stimulated by her roving fingers, and she pulled the hearty meat this way and that so as to protect it from unnecessary friction as she pulled his trousers from around his hips. She worked both pair of pants off of his young body at the same time, exposing and revealing the long flopping member between her son's legs.
She had seen the organ countless times as the boy grew up, bathing him in the tub and sometimes wondering what he'd be like as a man, watching him prepare for his first Junior High dance, and on other occasions. But this was the first time she'd seen his naked stiffness since he'd become a man, and it thrilled her to know that he and that huge throbbing cock had come out of her womb seventeen years before!
Impelling sensations of sensual urgency raced through her loins and belly as she watched him lay subservient and helpless before the irresistible captivations of her own curvaceous flesh and her curling, squeezing fingers. His youthful hands were eagerly exploring her tingling breasts now with unrestrained desire.
His fingers clamped down around her right, white creamy breast and he went squeezing and kneading the softness of the thing, working it with his fingers like a play object, rubbing it, especially at the mushroom-colored cap around the strawberry-colored tip of tensed nipple. "Mmmm," he unconsciously muttered, for the first time escaping this shock of the surprise that he was actually laying naked on his bed with his own lusciously endowed voluptuous Mom, the woman who countless young men from school had so many times whistled at and goo-goo eyed. He'd always taken her for granted, but now, here on his bed in the privacy of the house, with her trim naked body next to his own young lean muscled form, the electricity passing between their two bodies like lighting and sparking, he could understand once again how his friends had envied him. Her softness, her luscious, ripe breasts, her smooth taut brown belly and the slick between her loins all hot and moist, and her pinkly puckered vaginal lips-it all added up to a perfect combination of total lewd stimulation!
Ellen's blood pounded in her temples as she watched her boy squeezing her breasts, playing with her nipples. She leaned forward and kissed him on the shoulder and then went lightly sliding down his tight, muscular belly until she arrived at the head of his sensuously jerking cock. She went extending her tiny tongue so that Lenny could see its tip wriggling against the little slit at the tip while she tenderly caressed and weighed his sperm-filled testicles below with her long, knowing fingers.
"Ooooooh, God," Lenny murmured in a whispered hiss, wondering when the tantalizing wonderfulness would reach a height and subside. He was beside himself with the intensity of ardent emotions she was extracting from his cock and balls.
Ellen went into a kneeling position, and she gently guided his legs wide apart and moved between them, drawing Lenny's buttocks closer to the edge of the bed so that his knees were wide spread and his feet were flat on the floor below. Her breathing came in short lust-driven gasps as she clasped his throbbing cock between thumb and forefinger at its base, pulling the mushroom headed muscle upwards and plunging downwards with her saliva-heated mouth omnivorously down over it!
Lenny nearly choked on his own surprised, startled sensations, letting out a little groaning sound as he watched the luscious blonde lady frantically sucking his cock! God, he hoped that he wouldn't be punished for enjoying something so beautiful as his mother's thick, moist reddened lips travelling up and down the length of his fat, lust sharpened prick. He gasped and shudderingly whimpered as her wet full lips went hotly and rhythmically engulfing his rock-hard cock, and her hot lashing tongue worked circles up and down the ripening stiffness, playing it for all the throb she could get out of it with her hungrily nursing mouth!
Like her son, Ellen was extremely stimulated by the lewd and obscene act they were performing together. Her heart fluttered with excitement as she worked her neck around in a circle so as to be able to lick at the underside of the crowning mushroom head. She travelled down the rod with long, gracefully wet licking motions, sliding into the base territory in the curly sandy-blonde pubes of his groin. She used her hands repeatedly to hold onto his bloated testicles and to rub them one against the other while her lips would go sucking on the side of the thickened cock or up to the hearty, spongy tip where the bulbous head came between her lips like a spear shot directly into a fine soft target of wet heated flesh. The sweet young boy-cock Ellen was exploring and savoring, she knew unconsciously, would be able to fill her with the long desired sweet cum in her mouth, and she would be able to suck it out of him and swallow it down into her seething belly ... every delicious drop! Already she was anticipating a wonderful cum for both of them!
It was at this moment when the realization flashed in her mind with crystal clear brilliance as it hadn't before, astounding her, even in her lust-crazed state. What she was doing, sucking Lenny's handsome cock, was what she had longed to do for ages, that she had unknowingly nourished and denied this impulse as long as she could remember!
With a sense of wanton abandon, then, she sucked and licked, thoroughly examining with her avid, longing tongue his pulsating young cock, working the tip of her tongue into the ridges of cartilage, pressing her painting, sweeping mouth organ flat and wet and hot into each and every wrinkle. With her long soft fingers she cupped his sperm-heavy balls and used her thumb and index finger to reach up and hold the base of the heavily thickened stiffness. Wantonly, she knelt between his young widespread legs, continuous and irresistible passion mounting within her lust-infused nakedness as she visualized the exciting sight it must make for him to see her mouth working slave-like on his cock head, to see the bulbous cap pressing outwards in the hollows of her cheeks as he watched her washing his prick with her tongue and the insides of her mouth. She sensed him thrusting his lean hips upward into her rhythmically descending face, fucking his aching hardness desperately up between her wetly fastened lips and on into her possessively sucking mouth. Then, she began to swallow in lecherous desire, trying to take the prick's fully pulsing head down all the way into her hot, velvet throat.
Young Lenny stared in total awe at the mouthing of his burning cock while an unbearable ache throbbed and pounded through his fired up loins and tensed, hardened thighs and belly. She had sucked him into such hardness that he had no idea what there was left to do! It was like he'd been infused with some sort of total numbness, a strong drug injected into his body and making him totally unaware of anything but the steady hot wet lashing of her tongue up and down the thickness of his aching cock, around the crowning rim, her tongue-wetness applying to every nook and cranny of his hardened ready prick!
"Uuuuuuhhhh, God ... Mom!" he moaned, lustfully enjoying the pleasure of her thick red moist lips pressing soulfully into the sides of his cock and up and down several times in a row until he thought he could no longer possibly stand it!
"Oh, God, I dunno anymore ... I just dunno ... Mom!"
Suddenly everything stopped. She pulled away and sat up, her soft white breasts and hard little strawberry nipples jiggling to a stand still. She licked her thick red lips and they remained moistened and glistening, like his wet shining prick. The sucking had ended abruptly.
"What? What happened?" he begged to know, suddenly feeling terrible and deprived. "Mom? Why'd you stop?"
"I just wanted to enjoy you for a moment," she said languorously reaching out her long, slender naked arms and running her fingers through his curly blonde locks. "I just want to feel how nice you are in my hands, Lenny ... that's all. .
She cupped his handsome face beneath the chin and drew his mouth closer to one of her swollen breasts, while she held the resilient white mound cupped in the other hand and said, "This is for you, darling ... I want you to take it in your hand and suck it. Suck it just like I sucked your sweet cock, darling!"
Lenny could hardly believe his eyes. The bulging breast was only an inch from his hungrily desirous lips. He tongued outwards and licked at the tip like it was forbidden candy, and in the next moment he lunged upwards for it, crushing his face into the pillowy softness of his mother's resilient, firm breast. The creamy whiteness of the soft breast soaked up his love-starved lips, and he sucked off the tip of the reddened pebbly nipple with a ravenous hunger, rolling the little bud of erotica flesh between his lips and up and down against his tongue. He soaked it with saliva and then went caressingly around and around the pointy little nipple tip, pretending that he had all the time in the world for this delicious feasting.
"Mmm, Mom," he hummed softly as he continued to rub his wet tongue against the soft flesh of her breast-nipple. "Oh, yeah!"
Strangely unfamiliar sensations spiraled up through Ellen Fawn's belly and between her legs as she watched her son's lecherous, obscene licking of her nipple. With a special breathless delight she pressed forward, into his moist cavernous mouth, and then took hold of his head from behind, at the nape, and literally suffocated him with the pressure of her breast in his face.
When Lenny pulled away it was in order to get a breath of fresh air, and that was the only reason why. He'd have gone on sucking that soft breast for just about forever if it hadn't been necessary to breathe.
"Oh, yes, honey," gasped Ellen, her tanned shoulders and the swell of her fully rounded breasts turning a bright crimson with yet another feverish blush, "now I know for sure that this was meant to be. I didn't know before, but now, now that I see your cock-" She glanced downwards between his legs and took hold of the glistening stiffness there, the jerking cap and the bulbous vein all coming under light pressure in her little squeezing fist. "-Now that I see your cock and how big and strong it is, and when I get an idea of the way you can suck my breasts, well, oh, yes, I just know for sure that this is going to be just right for both of us. It's going to be just what we needed ... Mmmmm, yes...." She took to massaging his cock, squeezing and unsqueezing, softly rolling her fingers up and down the long oily-wet shaft still juicy from her previous licking and sucking. She pressed her breast forward again, between his lips and said, "Now suck me some more, darling ... just suck my breast a little longer and make Momma hot, eh? Oh, yes, that's the way ... Just suck it right up ... Mmmm, good ... keep licking it, too ... I like it a lot when you lick, Lenny ... Lick it nice...."
As she spoke and enjoyed her son's steadily brushing tongue and sucking lips, she also continued to work out a steady rhythmic tugging and squeezing with her fingers wrapped around his cock, pulling and jerking it softly into a nice, pulsating throb.
"Do you like it, honey? Do you like for me to play with you while you suck on my breast?" Her cool blue eyes were blazing with a red hot lust!
The young boy applied a hand to the breast in his mouth and kneaded the flesh of the nipple and its environs while continuing to swirl his tongue downwards on the lust hardened tip and tensed surrounding cap. Little goose bumps travelled in circles around the breast, like soldiers dismounting a huge mountain, ringing down and climbing off of the pillowy mound.
Ellen could feel Leonard's throbbing cock delightfully jerking in her hand and suddenly she leaned into his ear and whispered in a moist, hot voice, lusty with desire, "You're doing so fine, honey ... You're making me so hot and so excited ... I want to do something special for you, honey. I want you to have something nice for being so good to me," and just like that she suddenly stopped everything a second time, letting go of his jerking wet prick, pulling her fully ripened and swollen breast away from his mouth and preventing him for a moment any of the niceties he'd been enjoying.
"What's happening?" he complained. "I don't understand."
"I just want you to see something, Lenny, that's all. I just want to give you a little treat, something you probably haven't had before."
"What?"
"Did you ever look at a pussy up close? Did you?"
"Hunh?" he blushed considerably. The answer was mostly no. Not that he hadn't been with some girls, but he was very much a virgin. And he'd have to lie in order to say that he'd really seen a pussy up close.
"I didn't know for sure," she said with a lascivious smile, "but I didn't think so...." She stood up on her knees and wriggled her smooth, tanned hips in such a way that she brought her pelvis around to bare in front of him, and she took hold of his shoulders and used them for support as she spread her full thighs so as to make possible a viewing of her sweetly pulsing cunt. "Mmm, there," she said, having stationed herself in such a manner that the sandy blonde hair of her vagina was dead on in front of him, her pinkly puckered lips slightly opened and parted with readiness and heavy-scented wetness. "Isn't that nice? You just take your time and look in there ... Isn't that just what you'd like to look at for a minute or two, eh?"
Lenny's eyes were practically popping out of his head. There in front of him was a perfectly formed, sweetly wetted vagina, the narrow pink lips pouting at him like the lips of some teenage girl in one of his classes at high school. Only this wasn't the cunt of some girl, this was the real life pussy, hot and wet and juicy, of a real woman, and if he wanted to ... He was about to ask her when she took his hand and guided his trembling fingers up close to the dense pubic hairs, into the blonde curly triangle, holding one finger in particular, his middle one, guiding it forward into the flouted lips and touching just the tip of that finger against the glistening red bud of her clitoris.
"That's my clit, Lenny ... Do you know about the clit? Mmm?" She wiggled his finger back and forth on her clitoris, showing him what he could do with the handsome little flesh button of erotica. "You just wiggle it like that, rub it some, and mmmm
... oh, yes ... Lenny! Lenny! Oh, Leonard!!!"
She took to rolling the ball of his finger against the sprung button of her sensitized clitoral flesh, working the finger back and forth across the wetted sensational fleshy spot and its environs. The flouting, puckering lips of her vagina spread out and swelled up, puckering and spreading more and more ... the more he worked his finger, the more they swelled and turned a luminescent radiating hot pink ... glowing with lust!
Nothing before had ever been like this for Ellen Fawn. She knew she would probably hate herself later for allowing herself to be so lecherous and so provocative with her own teenage son, but she couldn't help herself. She looked down between her legs and watched the way she was manipulating his finger against the lips of her vagina, and she gazed at his bulging eyes and the look of steady blush in his hot young cheeks, wondering to herself how much of the delicious finger-fucking she could stand without gushing out in a steady, broken fire hydrant kind of cum...! Already she could feel the damning juices welling up and preparing to come flowing out in tidal wave strength, drenching everything, and her loins were quivering and shuddering in readiness for that moment.
"Oh, Mom," said Lenny, his eyes practically popping out of his head as he watched the hot little clit petal stiffening under his fingering pressure, "I don't think I can take much more of this ... I don't ... Mmmmm, yes ... "
She'd reached out without her other hand and taken hold of his glistening stiffness. She held his jerking prick while guiding his other finger in dildo-like efficiency against the stimulated bud of her clitoral flesh.
"Keep doing it, Lenny ... Just for a little longer," she pleaded, "and I'll take your cock on a ride like you've never imagined possible ... Mmm, yes ... just keep ... fingering ... my CUNT!"
She felt like she was going to explode, like some sort of liquid bullet was going to come firing out of her feverish vagina, announcing her lusty abandonment to sexual behavior involving her son. Suddenly, she felt so guilty about everything. Deep in her mind she was fearful that she would be punished and would never be forgiven for having had sex with her young son, but she couldn't stop ... it was too much to ask that she stop .'. . and she held on tight to his spasmodically jerking cock, and to his righteously grinding finger in her cunt.
Lenny's breath was coming in short little gasps as he awkwardly pressured and then cupped the whole softly curling triangle with his hotly sweating palm. His finger was working at a new angle up between the flouted red leaves of her vaginal space, his finger-ball lightly flicking slowly but surely back and forth on the tensed extended clitoral button.
"Ohhh, yess, Lenny!" she hissed. "Yessss! Do it, darling ... Do it hard like that ... Mmmm, you like to do it for Mommy, don't you? Don't you like to help me this way honey?"
She started to undulate her hips around and around in tiny little obscene stripper circles, grinding and rippling her whitely curved buttocks and pressing her hot cunt down harder on the boy's instinctively clutching fingers and palm. She let loose of his massively stimulated, aching prick and lifted one leg over his prostrate body until she was straddling his hips with her desire drenched humid loins directly above his rigid cock, and she bent down and hungrily licked at his mouth, kissing him soulfully in the face several times in a row.
"Now I have to have it, Lenny ... I just have to have it up inside me. I need it, don't you understand, darling? I could have waited, I suppose," she hissed at him, "but not anymore, not now that we've gone this far ... I don't see any reason, either ... After all, you're a grown young man now, and I'm a consenting woman ... I don't see why we can't, and besides that ... oh, Lenny ... never mind...."
She shot her hand down between her moist loins and took hold of his hot thick throbbing prick. Lenny leaned upwards, craning his neck so that he could watch her full white thighs spread wide apart lewdly around the obscene sight of her hand taking hold of his erotically aching cock!
"I need you to fuck me, Lenny, do you understand that? I need you to fuck me...." He could see from the look on her face that she was intense about something, but he didn't put the word fuck together with the expression and the action for a moment or two. And then it dawned on him like a brisk new morning, that she was going to put his hardened cock into her wet, lust-heated pussy, and that they were going to actually do it!
She let loose of his cock for a moment and reached into the sandy-blonde curls of her pubis and took hold of the softly trembling and flouted pink pussy lips buried underneath and spread them out sideways so as to open up the channel itself, revealing its moist purplish interior flesh within.
"Can you see it, Lenny? Do you see up into it, darling?"
The enticing exposure of her secret genitals completely mesmerized him, and for one long instant he could do nothing but stare into the heavenly pink fleshy aperture, looking at it as he'd never looked at anything before.
I'm actually going to have my cock inside her, he thought to himself. It's going to be wonderful....
CHAPTER FOUR
Crystal Fawn had a special reason for approaching her house as quietly as possible. For one thing, accompanying the teenaged girl was a young man about whom Mrs. Fawn had once said, "That one! But Crystal, he's nothing but trouble! You stay away from him, you hear-as much as possible! I can tell his type! One of these days he's going to want something ... something sexual. And I don't want you in bed with someone who looks so-so-Oh, Crystal! Just take my word for it, please?!" So the lovely young teenage girl knew full well that her mother disapproved of Alex Cornright. But that was less cause for discretion than it was for action! Simply stated, Crystal wanted to see what it would be like to kiss a young man like Alex-especially considering that her mother disliked him!
"Alex," she whispered to the young man in the leather coat who accompanied her to the front porch, "you have to be especially quiet. My Mom might be home. She just started her vacation and she probably in the living room. If we're quiet we can stay right here."
The young man grunted something slightly obscene and snorted at Crystal, "I don't give a damn what your Mom thinks!" He grabbed the young blonde and held her around the waist, his fingers clutching her narrow, trim hips while his tongue plunged fully into her small, puckered mouth, filling the hollow of her right cheek almost instantly The lovely young girl sucked at the fish-like tongue swimming in the sanctuary of her mouth, and when she had a good hold on it, she squeezed down with her thick, rose-colored lips, and the rush of blood from her aroused body filled her face with a bright crimson blush.
"Mmm," she sighed, slightly pulling away and leaning against the front door, "that was nice, Alex ... Really nice!"
Her sincerity impressed him.
He looked the teenaged blonde up and down. His eyes drank in her supple, firm figure, the full-blown swollen breasts which protruded braless like a pair of beckoning beacons, demanding his eyes to size them up as no less than forty-twos. "You know, Crystal," he said with a lewd grin playing in the corners of his lips, "sometimes I think your breasts are even prettier-bigger than your mother's! Which are pretty large, right? She's got forties, eh? C-cups?" Not only was his language obscene, but the expression on his face was very lascivious. His eyes indicated with a darting glance toward the inside of the house that he was wondering where Crystal's mother was at that very moment.
Despite his crass lechery, Crystal smiled at him with delight playing in her innocent eyes. She was really just too young to understand the ways of a man like Alex Cornright, and her longings to trust him-especially at a moment like this-outweighed her inclination to look at him objectively. "Will you kiss me again?" she asked softly, her voice purring kitten-like.
"Maybe later," said the rowdy, dark-haired young man, pushing his hand lightly at the screen door which blocked his view into the Fawn household. "Whadaya say we go find your old lady and tell her a thing or two about how we get on so good, eh, Crystal?"
"She doesn't like you," Crystal said, pulling the door closed again.
"So? That much more reason for your Mom and I to get to know each other." He pulled his coat vainly by the lapels, straightening it some. "Once a woman like your mother really gets to understanding a fellow like me, Crystal baby, there's no telling what could happen between us! Come on, lemme just have a little look-see at her, eh?"
Before the young well-built blonde could stop him, Alex Cornright had pressed the screen door open and proceeded into the living room of the house, sauntering here and there looking around, craning his neck and inspecting the house. "I don't think she's in here, honey," he said as Crystal, shocked and taken aback by his forwardness arrived alongside him.
"You've got a lot of nerve," she said, shaking her fist at him, trying to pretend that she could get that angry at this young man. "You can't just come barging into our house like this! It's not right!"
"Ah, go on," said Alex, running one hand along the slick black hair which on his head which ended in a ducktail behind his head. "What are you talking about, I can't! Ha!" He pulled out a comb and stroked through the long black strands. "Where is she, anyhow? Aren't you just a little curious about that?"
"Yeah, well, sure I am," said Crystal, putting her books down on the end table on top of her brother's. "Maybe she's upstairs."
"Let's have a look," hissed Alex. "I ain't' got all day, ya know!" He grinned broadly and followed Crystal up the stairs. She was shaking her head and wondering to herself why she was allowing this young man to go upstairs to the bedrooms of the household. It was strange, but she would have sworn she could feel his eyes burning a steady gaze into her lightly shifting rump as they mounted the staircase. At one point she turned around and looked back at him and sure enough he was staring right at the place in her skirt which covered the crack in her ass. "You behave yourself," she whispered at him. At the top of the stairs she stopped and hushed herself. "Oh, God," she said, "I don't know what's going on but it sure is something!"
"What do you mean?" whispered Alex. "Lemme have a listen, too."
From the top of the stairs, where they stood about fifteen paces from young Leonard's bedroom, Alex and Crystal could hear passionate breathing and occasional gasping. Sometimes there was a slight moaning sound, something painful and bleating, like someone was being tortured slightly.
"God, I wonder what it could be!" she fearfully asked herself aloud.
"Ha!" Alex laughed and chuckled a little to himself. "Sounds to me like your brother's got a girl friend in there with him. That's what it could be! Ha!"
"Leonard? Are you kidding?" She shook her head from side to side. "He's so shy! Jeeze, he'd never bring a girl home here."
"Then maybe it's some stranger in there, balling her brains out with no one!"
"I don't know," said Crystal, "unless-" She stopped short.
Alex filled in the rest of her sentence: "It could be your Mom, eh? Ho, that would be rich, hey? Her resenting me giving you a kiss and all every now and then, and meanwhile she's home spending the afternoon fucking her brains out with some salesman or something, eh? Ho, that's real rich!"
"But why isn't she in her own bedroom? Or in my room?"
"The mystery goes on," grunted Alex Cornright, getting a little bored with all the various guessing games. "Come on," he said, taking Crystal's hand, "I wanna find out who and what right now."
"But wait," she said, "we can't just go walking up to that door and knocking on it or opening it up, can we?"
"No," said Alex, "but that doesn't mean we can't just sort of lean against it and get a little listen for ourselves, eh? Maybe we can hear someone say a name or something. You never know. Now come on."
They whispered and tip-toed their way across the upstairs hallway until they stood directly in front of the door which separated them from the sounds of grunting and groaning. Occasionally they could even hear the distinct grinding and squeaking of bed springs pressing and unsqueezing.
"I don't believe it," said Crystal, her voice trembling with curiosity.
Alex watched her face while they both listened to the sounds of love-making coming from inside the bedroom. She blushed considerably, her rose-colored, tanned cheeks turning a bright hue of crimson, and her breast swelled up pridefully as she detailed in her mind's eye what she was imagining to be happening behind the closed door. He noted that the tips of her nipples were pressing strainfully against the fabric of her blouse, and he could tell that just the sounds of screwing were enough to excite the young teenaged girl.
"You like what you hear, eh?" he said softly, so as not to disturb the mood the young girl was slowly but surely slipping into. He reached out and touched the side of her arm. "It's not like it turns you off, eh?"
"Oh, no," she said softly, and then she caught herself and she smiled with embarrassment. "You're not supposed to know that, Alex," she scolded him cheerfully. "We still have to find out what's going on in there!"
"I know," he said, "I know." He was thoughtful for a moment as he inspected the closed door. The sounds from inside were distinctly muffled, as if the coupling taking place was slow, bashful, and methodically sensual. "Hold on," he whispered enthusiastically, "I think I've got a way we can find out what's going on in there...." He eyed the closed door and pressed lightly at the handle. Sure enough, with just the smallest amount of pressure, the door pressed open just enough to indicate that it was not tightly shut. In fact, it opened enough to permit a two inch viewing space, big enough that at the right angle the two teenagers could look into the bedroom and spy a pair of nakedly writhing bodies upon Crystal's brother's bed.
"I can't tell," she whispered to Alex, "what's going on in there."
"What's going on in there," said Alex, totally shocked and dumbfounded for a long instant, "is that your brother and-Wow!" His exclamation was enough under his breath that only Crystal could hear him, but it was too loud for comfort. He pulled back from the door slightly. "I don't want to think about what I'm seeing!" He smacked his forehead with the open palm of his hand and looked back into the bedroom. His eyes bulged as he realized that what he'd seen was actually happening. "It's your brother, Crystal," he said, "and he's fucking your mother!"
"What?" The teenaged girl's face lit up with a combination of shame and humiliation. "I don't believe a word of it!" she hissed under her breath. "Not one single word!"
"See for yourself, smarty," said Alex, combing back his long, greased black hair with one hand. "Go on and have a look in there." He stepped back and gave Crystal access to a view of the nakedly coupling young man and her mother.
"Oh, it's true," Crystal said in an awestruck tone of voice. "I never would have believed it, but Mom and Leonard are really fucking-they really are!"
CHAPTER FIVE
In fact, what Crystal was witnessing was the lewd spectacle of her mother's hand reaching down between Leonard's legs, taking hold of his rock-hard, throbbing pink cock, pressing the thickened rim with her thumb and forefinger, and guiding the hearty tip around and around between the flouted pink lips of her nakedly heated cunt. She was whipping her hips in tiny obscenely short circles, so as to gyrate her cunt against the boy's perpendicularly stiffened cock. Thus far she was using the teenaged prick in very much the same manner that she might have stimulated herself with a battery operated dildo. She pressed her cunt downwards, down along the spongy blood-filled cap and jerked tightly closed with her interior muscles, around the galvanized tip, and then, with trembling sensations arousing her chilled loins, she drew upwards, so as to scrape with her wet heated flesh, the topside of the bulging cock. Her inner squeezes, long, scintillating rubs which could not help but stimulate the boy's jerking cock into feverish arousal, brought from him tiny moaning sounds. And when she pulled her cunt all the way off of his cock to take a breather, there was a loud, wet, smacking clap, as though two hands had come wetly together. Really though, it was just Mrs. Fawn's moistly sticky cunt pulling off of her son's highly aroused throbbing penis.
"Uuuuuhhhh, Mom!" he grunted as she completed this intermediary salacious act of foreplay. "It's really hurting me down there. Is it supposed to hurt like that?"
"Oh, poor little darling," she said, laying down between his legs and resting her soft blonde mane over part of his muscled thigh, "what is it that hurts, honey? Tell Momma what it is?"
"Oh, they ache," said the teenaged boy who's familiarity with things sexual was somewhat limited to what he'd heard in the locker room and what he'd snuck-read in the obscene journals in his bureau drawer. "It's here ... in there...."
He took his mother's hand and placed her fingers under his scrotum, showing her exactly where he was feeling the effects of their lust-provoking behavior.
"In your balls?" asked his mother, her fingers lightly rolling the lust-bloated tightness which was her son's two testicles. "It hurts you here? That's natural, darling," she said, leaning down into the hairy nest itself and pressing her lips to the wrinkled flesh of his scrotal sack, kissing his balls with her wetted lips and her tiny sensuous tongue. She lapped at the leathery orb-case, working her lips here and there, even going under the scrotum sack with her tongue, so as to be sure to massage with her lewd oral style every bit of his erotically aroused genitals.
"Oh, Maw!" he cried out in ultimate and total agony-ecstasy. "Oh ... MAW!"
She took his cock simultaneously into her mouth between her lips, pressing the spongy blood-engorged cap into the silky wet hollow of her bloating cheek to massage it gently back and forth in her wet forbidden sanctuary. This mouth cunt closed down over the boy's hardened prick and slid into place, lips first, around the middle of his pulsating cock. With her fingers tightly pressing around his balls and her lips mouthing his cock, she had all of his feverish crotch on fire!
"Uuuuhhhhh ... Jeeze!" she softly cried out.
"Mmmmm," she hummed deliciously on his hardened prick, working her tongue salaciously on the inside of her mouth against the thickened ridges of the long hot thing. There seemed to be no stopping her! She reached her available hand and five long fingers down underneath his wiggling muscular buttock and squeezed lightly so as to bring yet another obscene set of chills to the innocent boy's excited young body. Her fingers rolled and kneaded the firm buttock skin, sinking into his cheek and then sliding along the narrow ride of white flesh between his hard rear lobes.
The boy himself, enjoying this rubbing on his rump, thought that perhaps his mother would take an equally intense pleasure from a similar rubbing on her ass. He reached around the small of her back and took hold of her glowing white ass-cheek with one hand, pulling the pliant, creamy flesh with his strong fingers until she let out a small, squeaky howl around his cock in her throat.
"Uuhhh ... eeeeee ... ahhhh," she stammered as the pleasure in her body grew by leaps and bounds, and her fingers went leaving go of his sperm-laden testicles so as to be able to tightly clamp onto the base of his throbbing cock. And she drew the spongy head of his prick back and forth against her unfolded lower lip, slowly and obscenely drawing her own satin-soft wet inner mouth skin against the sensitized spongy flesh of his cockhead.
"God damn ... Mom!" he moaned, practically going out of his mind with the ecstatic electric chills charging through his spine and exploding like thunder in his brain. "Yeow ... uuuummmm, God ... "
His lips involuntarily shot upwards so that his prick slid neatly into the back most spot of her cavernous throat, there to pulse mightily against the raw heated flesh of his mother's deep back mouth.
"I can hardly believe my eyes," moaned Cyrstal, standing on the other side of the door, her face blushing vermilion and her palms sweaty from what she was seeing. Not only was she shocked and taken aback by the salaciously lewd sight of her mother and her brother involved in the act of having sex with one another, but she was also repulsed and reviled by the terrible extremes to which the two of them were going in order to bring off their pleasure.
"Ain't that sweet?!" hissed young Alex Cornright, his face aglow with the sudden realization of how powerful a piece of information he now possessed about Mrs. Fawn. "I think this is going to be quite a nice affair-for me!"
"What? What are you talking about?" asked Crystal, her eyes beaming fearfully between the door and the jam through which she continued to watch her mother and brother at play with each other.
"Never you mind what I'm talking about," said Alex. "It's just something that's going to mean more to me than I thought. Mmm, oh, yes, this is going to be nice."
While he watched Mrs. Fawn's voluptuous, wriggling body at work against her son's lean, muscled form, Alex was thinking about how nice it was going to be for him to enjoy something similar. Already he was concocting a wonderful fantasy involving himself and the sensuously shaped figure of Mrs. Fawn. "Look at that," he suddenly blurted in a gravelly whisper.
"I know," said Cyrstal, "it's just too disgusting!"
But however "disgusting" it might have been, Crystal could not keep from intensely watching. The sight of her mother's writhing flesh pressing obscenely against young Leonard was in itself enough of a thrill that she just had to watch. She felt like she was glued to the arousing spectacle, unable to tear herself away. She could feel, also, little chills climbing up in her loins, rippling like small waves across the inner white slicks of her thighs, and she had the overwhelming temptation to begin rubbing her legs together under her skirt. Because Alex was standing above her at the open door, Crystal could do what she wanted to without being seen, and that meant that she could reach her little hand down between her legs and take to unconsciously rubbing her fingers across her ample thighs, playing with herself just a little-so as to match what her mother was doing with Leonard!
"Now, now, come on, Leonard, try and hold off a little longer," Mrs. Fawn was encouraging her son. "I know this big thick cock of yours can make me happy the way I like to be ... You just have to stay nice and hard for a little while longer ... Mmm, yes ... a little while longer...." Now her hands, her long, slender fingers, were flying up and down the pulsing shaft of her son's stiffened cock. From time to time she would bob her head down to the spongy cap and swipe across the glowing red head with her splaying tongue, licking at the rim or the underside, giving the shaft a quick little sucking kiss with her puckered saliva-wet lips. And then, with the hardened cock wet and juicy, she would go running her fingers along the silvery, shiny rod until she could again go kissing it.
Lenny was watching his mother perform these lewd oral chores with her tongue and lips, considering what it would be like to be able to have this kind of fun-play whenever he wanted it. He thought for sure, as he watched his Mom running her tantalizing, titillating fingers across the topside of his blue-veined penis, that such activities could only take place once in a lifetime. Before he could reflect further on this situation, his mother climbed up around his hips and settled down in front of the hardened cock, once again grasping painfully hard at the rod of flesh. She went lifting her buttocks strategically to point its blood-filled head at her visibly pulsating cunt. "Now," she lecherously rasped, "watch what Mamma is going to do with your hard little cock!"
Lenny gaped from his elbowed position and saw the spongy, bulbous head slip unhindered up into the hot channel between her widespread thighs, while Ellen watched him with fierce, lust-filled eyes. She lowered her seething wet cunt down onto it, sucking the entire length right up inside her hot clutching pussy mouth!
"Oh, Christ!" moaned Alex Cornright from the bedroom door in a hushed, low whisper. "Do you believe your eyes, Crystal? Look at that! He's going up inside her! His own Mom! God, this is too fucking much!"
Indeed, Crystal's face paled and then blushed, rapidly turning bright red all over again. "I just don't believe what I'm seeing," she said in a dumbfounded, self-conscious voice full of tremulous desire.
Mrs. Fawn was shivering with delight from the growing pleasure as the forbidden young penis probed excitedly up inside her tightly hugging vaginal passage. There had never been another prick except for her long-dead husband's up inside her, and even now, she wondered when there would be another ... but deep down inside, she knew ... she knew that now she'd begun....
... It was so delicately beautiful, so tickling and prodding at her excitedly enveloping cunt walls. Wickedly, she began to undulate her buttocks and gorgeously curved hips around in frantic little circles, feeling the hard shaft of his teenaged hardness teasingly massaging and taunting her up inside her open, sweltering cunt.
Lusting for more of his cock than what was already inside her, she leaned forward, pressing her huge, nakedly swaying breasts down onto his young, steely chest in lascivious hunger, finding his mouth with hers to kiss voraciously, while she fucked her hips and eagerly engulfing vagina up and down vigorously on his desire-hardened young cock.
"Uuunnnnmmmm!" the young man grunted in unmistakable warning that he was going to cum, his choked alarm all that Ellen Fawn needed to make her lift her loins up off him as he whimpered in mounting confusion. "No! Please don't stop now ... No! Don't stop now!"
Ellen went swiveling her naked body about on top of him to turn upside down over him on all fours before he knew what was happening. She placed her knees snugly against his quivering ribs on both sides of his young body, her rounded, creamy-white buttocks jiggling in his face, spread so that the wetly stretched crevice of her naked cunt was hovering but a tongue's length away from his mouth.
Next, she plunged her cock-hungry lips down onto his already moistened length of penile flesh and began to suck voraciously at it, leaving the rest up to him. Even so, she pressed the soft, curl-rimmed mouth of her pussy lewdly back and down closer to his young face, a tremulous moan of lecherous desire and anticipation rising in her throat and vibrating along his achingly expanded cock shaft causing his tensed little asshole to tingle with new-found excitement. Ellen thought about it for a moment and then decided: she reached down with her finger and touched lightly on the rim of the boy's anus, pressing ever so gently while continuing her sucking on his cockhead.
Leonard had nothing in his short lifetime to measure with this wild sensation. His head was swimming in a haze of unbridled desire. Nothing he'd ever done compared with this one moment in time. Nothing in the world mattered but the wild, immense sensations aching for release in his lust bloated testicles, churning deep in his loins and demanding, hollering for a fiery explosion! She was upside down on hands and knees on top of him, her passion-starved mouth sucking desperately for the cum in his scrotal sack, causing his passion dimmed brain to go wild in five directions at once, like a spinning Roman candle ... and that's how his desire-stiffened hot wet prick was feeling, too, like a firecracker, like it was popping off and banging lustily in his mother's face, time and again. He gaped wide-eyed at the inciting vision of her voluptuously spread thighs with the flaming hot lips openly, wetly breathing in front of him ... Mmmm, her pussy! Her pussy! Her pussy! The words were ringing in his ears as her head continued to bob up and down on his hardened cock.
He could tell she wanted him to do it, to go for her cunt, and at first he was a little reluctant, hesitant, for not only had he never before fucked anyone or anything in his life, but already he'd done five times more than he'd ever even thought about ... and now this! He knew she wanted it from him, and he thought that perhaps it was only fair. But he wasn't sure how exactly to go about it.
With his fingers trembling, he placed his thumbs onto the passion-flushed, hot pink lips, feeling the intense heat getting generated from them, and he slowly drew the hotly moistened little slit slowly, ecstatically apart. He felt the sensuous shudder course through her body when he exposed the wet pink flesh of her cunt to his incited eyes and ... then he blew up softly inside.
The sensitively pulsating inner flesh glistened with tiny pearl-like droplets her vagina had secreted in her feverish excitement, and the sight of this caused further sensations of rampant sexual intensity to go charging through him like lightning. With a deep intake of breath, he raised his mouth toward the hotly palpitating lips and suddenly with a low, groan licked out at them with his trembling tongue. He found himself licking the soft, curl-fringed edges of his mother's pussy, and then found himself running wildly with his tongue through the hot liquid flesh, rubbing and licking and sucking, giving way to the desire to eat it like a piece of cracked open juicy wet fruit, languorously tonguing, lipping and mouthing it ... while her mouth moaned passionately, continuing to suck at his throbbing, aching cock!
"Do you believe it?" hissed Alex Cornright, his eyes bulging excessively as his hand worked at the straining throbbing stiffness in his crotch. He didn't let Crystal see what he was doing, but he kept his fingers tightly wrapped around the outline of his prick in his pants, unable any longer to withstand the incredible desires which were firing up in his loins. "Mmmm, look at that cunt! He's getting right into it!"
Crystal, too, felt extraordinary desires seeping in her little pussy, her chilled spine rattling with lecherous intent as she watched her mother's thick wild lips going travelling up and down her brother's mouth skewering cock. "It's like they've been doing it for years," moaned Crystal, her hand sandwiched between her thighs, under her skirt. "I never saw anything so hot in all my life...."
"I know," said Alex, "it's just incredible."
"I wish...." She stopped herself just in time, for she knew full-well that making such a wish-"I wish I could be doing the same."-in front of Alex Cornright was tantamount to demanding to be raped. She stopped herself from saying it aloud, but she found herself in the next instant thinking it silently inside her mind. She could picture her own young naked body in his strong, teenaged arms, his mouth pressing and grinding between her burning thighs, his tongue spearheading the attack inside her desirous wet cunt. "Mmmm," she murmured, continuing to watch her mother at work on Leonard's prick, "I can almost taste it...."
"I know what you mean," moaned Alex, beside himself with intense feelings of desire. "I think I know exactly what you mean...!"
CHAPTER SIX
Suddenly, not knowing why or how, Lenny discovered something particularly sensitive in his mother's vagina. His tongue stumbled across the secret place in her cunt where her tiny, pink clitoral bud had grown erect, flowering with pulsating desires!
"Ooooh, God!" she nearly screamed around his cock in her mouth. He felt her writhe and squirm above him as he took to teasing the hearty little button of flesh with the tip of his willing tongue. He splayed his mouth muscle out against the precious little tip of clitoral stuff, and worked back and forth with his lips, sucking at the hotly expanded flesh between his mother's labia.
Ellen Fawn continued to twist and jerk her voluptuously curved hips hotly around above his face, and he fastened his lips around the quivering little bud and suddenly the fleshy mounds of her whitely jerking body began to undulate above him in frantic, uncontrollable desirous emotions. Then, her whole hotly glistening cunt was flowering open to him, the ripe pink lips spreading, and there was a heavily scented aroma odor of perfume, lust arousing female smells, seeping wetly, cloud-like, out of her cunt and into his mouth.
For a moment, the teenaged boy could see nothing through the nakedly grinding arch of his mother's cunt and loins, but when her fiery, wide-spread thighs began to take on the steady pumping cadence of wild abandonment, then he was able to look down between her thighs and see the fully rounded breasts which were hanging and swaying down, their pink, hardened nipples hotly branding his stomach when she went grazing against him. Suddenly he realized that her nakedly swaying buttocks were screaming out for him to lick her deeper while she increased the lewd twirling of her hungrily licking tongue around the sensitized spongy head of his cock.
Eager to please, he excitedly raised his young hands over the swelled round of her smooth fleshy moons, taking her asscheeks in his fingers and drawing out and open her wetly spread cunt even further, simultaneously pressing her down closer to his face, grunting aloud and bravely thrusting all of his self-stiffened tongue deeply into its seething moist channel, burrowing into her as far as he could get the tip of his tongue to go, drilling her into a moment of wild and wonderful sensuous ecstasy.
"Uuuuhhh, God, yes! Yes, Leonard! Don't stop, honey ... Oh, no ... don't stop ever ... Never, never stop! Mmm, fuck...." Of course, she was mouthing these words in guttural pangs of effusive ecstasy around his thickened, throbbing cock, every word sending a new shudder of vibration stimulation up and down the boy's youthful penis. The continuing snake-like penetration of her cunt caused her to moan incessantly, inarticulately, and she screwed her clutching cuntal sheath down onto his crazily spiraling tongue, half like she wanted to stop him, half wanting to get as much of him as possible.
Leonard felt her soft lips devouring more and more of his painfully aching cock, the muscles of her hotly nursing throat working desperately as she swallowed in a new rhythmic steadiness, taking him on as best she could with his immensely distracting tongue reaming deeper and deeper into her vagina. God! She was going to suck his entire cock right down into her throat ... all the way to the halls!!!
The spongy, sensitized tip of his hotly throbbing cock was wetted from long, splaying lashes sweetly applied around the thick rim of the cushiony mushroom crown. No matter how nor which way his spasmodically jerking hips flipped and gyrated, she was keeping careful track of the pistoning flesh rod, working it with the instincts of a homing pigeon, preparing it once and for all for a final blasting. Her tongue worked like a fine, smooth sand-paper, delicately and quickly bringing the sensuously alive skin and the nerves inside the skin to a piquant and ready blush, every new hot wet lick titillating him into a final perfection of foreplay. He would be ready in another moment or two, and there would be no stopping his churning balls from firing off squeeze after squeeze of hot white-lava jism. He felt her scorching, hard-nippled breasts swaying and dancing down against the shivering flesh of his naked belly, jiggling on his lower pelvis as her head and upper body rotated and bobbed in the primitive rhythm of her applied cock mouthings. She was keeping cadence to his exploring tongue thrust deep up into her sweet hot cunt! It was practically more than anyone could be expected to stand! Any second now he would be squirting out his long held-back load of cum, letting loose with a cloud of the stuff, into her beautiful, unbelievably sucking mouth, giving her cause to clamp those lips and suck hard ... giving her buckets of hot white searing jism juice ... filling her bellowing wet lips and hollowing hot cheek hollows with more semen than ever existed ...!
"He's gonna cum," whispered Alex Cornright, his lips pursed with expectation.
"How do you know?" asked Crystal her hand sweating between her young thighs. "I don't see anything different."
"Look at his face!"
Sure enough, Crystal saw on her brother's young face the incontrovertible proof of his nearness to orgasm. The boy's lips were pulled back in tightness around his teeth, and he no longer made any effort to lick out his mother's cunt. His hands were tightly clutching at her buttocks, though, gripping so hard that it looked like he was trying to tear off a piece of her flesh, a piece of her ass. His eyes were rolled back in the sockets and his body was arched upwards, bent so that his cock was riding tall in the woman's face. His legs were curved upwards, the thigh muscles strained to ridges and ribbons of hardened muscle, and his feet were on the side of the bed, clutching it like an animal's paws. His cock was big enough, fat enough that it looked like it would plug up the woman's throat if she allowed him to pump too deeply into her face. And yet, he was chugging upwards, constantly rocketing his pelvis flush against her mouth, grinding his straining prick in order to get more of her awkwardly swallowing wet throat.
"Uuuuuuuuhhhhh ... fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu...." he emoted every now and again, his cheeks turning bright red and his face sweating out a sheen of perspiration. "Uuuuuuuhhhhhhhh...."
She reached under his buttocks and held on tightly to the hardened globes of his ass, squeezing his tightened ass until his cock very nearly plugged her mouth completely.
And then it happened. She relaxed open her throat even wider in order to take the cock's pulsing head deeper down into the hot, wetly contracting insides of her neck. It was suddenly, as that exact moment, that from deep inside the center of her burning loins the first violent eruptions of lewdly rising ecstasy were beginning! She began passionately to knead his sperm-filled young balls beneath her sensuously brushing, cock-filled lips, and salaciously ran her long nails beneath them, while at the same time she moved toward her own insanely growing orgasm.
Leonard could feel the crazy smoothness of her heated tongue twirling wildly around it at the peak of her upward movement. Uncontrollably, he flexed his buttocks, his eyes fixed on the lusty sight of her desperately working little anus above, his cock aching and throbbing to the depths of his groin. It felt like she was going to suck his insides out!
He could sense her frenzied reactions by the way she began to suck with ever mounting intensity, and knew that she too was quickly heading toward a lust-crazed finale.
It came for both of them, like a tidal wave smashing into an earth-sized bull-dozer.
There was no predicting who came first, for they were right on top of one another, these two electric moments, and the groaning and the groveling was equally devastating for both of them. Leonard's shooting cum launched from the pad in his testicles rocketed outwards and streamed in steady squirting spurts into his mother's hungrily sucking mouth, and she swallowed every drop of the milky searing cum.
And with the first spurt smashing and splattering against her flaccid ringing tonsils, it was like a trigger had been pulled, and the trigger released yet another massive and furious explosion of desire-quenched: it was her turn to cum! At last, the long hard damning of her inner ecstasies was released, and out came the super-huge flood of gushing orgasmic juices ... her insides turning spasmodically wet and uncontrollably hot, all of the welled-up and forbidden excitements shooting out at once as she continued to gulp down the boiling, lust mixture that was his semen. She moaned crazily around the squirting young hardness fucking in her face now worked like a hungry demon to get it all down, as though that in itself would make her own orgasmic bliss that much more powerful!
"Mmmmmm," she hummed around the cockhead, licking it clean as she went, "I think we've both come a long way today, Lenny ... a long, long way ... eh? Mmmmm, good ... so tasty, yummy good...." And she went licking, sucking and nibbling at the shaft of his deflating cock, continuing even after he was completely soft to kiss and mouth the accordion-style wrinkles which were making up the once-stiff shaft of his penis, licking and mouthing it into a perfectly cleansed organ, and when she was finished rolled off of him in a spent heap of voluptuous, exhausted flesh.
"Oh, Mom ..Leonard moaned softly, closing his eyes and wondering if all fucks in the mouth were going to be this good, " ... phew ... phew...."
At the door to the bedroom Crystal and Alex Cornright stood up from their viewing positions and turned to one another. Crystal looked back in the direction of the bedroom and then at young Alex. "I think," she said, "we better go downstairs and wait there. I don't want her to know I know."
"Oh, sure," said Alex, a broad obscene grin spreading across his face, "I get it. You don't want to embarrass your Mom? is that it?"
Crystal nodded, trying to hide the wet spot in her panties with her skirt. "That's it," she agreed. "Let's go."
"Sure," said Alex, one eyebrow knowingly raised. "Why not?"
CHAPTER SEVEN
It was late that night, parked out on Blue Ridge Hill high above the city, with a clear view of the twinkling glitter of neon and headlamps far below, when Alex let his hand go snaking around young Crystal's shoulder, the fingers tapping lightly. She looked at the fingers and then in the other direction, back to Alex, and he pulled her up by the chin so that his lips met hers in a long wet, heated soul-kiss.
"Mmm, yeah, baby," he gasped, pulling her away from him just a little, "I'm sure glad you talked your Mom into letting you come out here tonight. Aren't you?"
Before she had a chance to answer, Crystal felt his tongue come swimming into her mouth, lightly rolling and then deeply pressing into the back of her willing throat. She sucked heartily at it and gave him back some of her own, wetly sliding across his tongue and up under his lip and then inside. He sucked back and she liked it--liked it both ways....
She could feel his hand come down her shoulder and reaching for her braless breast. She was going to let him this time, let him come after her naked white breast and rub and roll it in exactly the same manner in which she'd seen her mother allow Leonard this privilege that very afternoon.
"Oh, yes," she said, pulling away from him for a moment and quickly unbuttoning her blouse, "do it to me, won't you, Alex? I want you to do it the way we saw my Mom and Leonard doing it...." Her voice was frantically enthusiastic, tremblingly so, and Alex smiled slightly, pleased to have the opportunity with Mrs. Fawn's daughter. In the back of his mind, of course, he was thinking about how nice it would be to get into Crystal's panties first-and then Ellen Fawn's! Mmmm, that was going to be a nice day indeed! He wondered what it was going to be like to have her. Meanwhile, he would take care of this begging young thing's desires!
"Come on," he said, "hurry."
She worked her blouse off of her upper body, revealing her naked breasts and chilled nipples. Even her taut smooth brown belly had a few goose bumps on the curvaceous hips. She opened her long slender arms and invited him to take her up close to him.
"Not yet, honey," he said in an off-handed voice. "You got to get your skirt off, too, and your panties! Come on now. No fooling around."
Anxious to please him, she quickly took to working off her skirt and panties. It took her a moment to get undone and naked, on ac count of the cramped quarters of the front seat of the car, but soon she managed and sat on her side of the car trying to be brave, trying not to shiver.
Alex told her to sit still. He himself climbed out of the car and in the dew-heavy night undressed himself and tossed his clothes, piece by piece, into the back seat of the car. "Just a minute," he said, finishing off with his underwear, and then he climbed into the car, also naked, his cock limp with the cold damp from outside.
He looked at Crystal's voluptuous nakedness with a lewd grin, his eyes bulging and popping when he realized how pretty her young trim well-rounded body was. Her breasts were even bigger than Mrs. Fawn's, and her nipples were younger and more tense. Even in the pitch black of the car's dark, he could see her strawberry-colored tips. They were sticking out and tensed like little miniature acorn buds. He reached out and clamped his hand around one of the well-rounded fullness.
"Oh, God," she moaned lightly, already quite excited by just the notion of making love to him. "Please," she said dramatically, "be gentle, won't you?"
"Come on," he groused, "that's for kids. You saw someone in the movies talking like that. Besides, you're no virgin."
"I am so," she said defiantly, pouting and sneering defensively at him.
"Oh, yeah?" He let loose of her breast. "That ain't the way Ralph Gardsen tells it!"
"That bastard!" she groaned. "When did he-?!"
"-Tell me? Is that what you want to know? Just before I asked you out. You don't think I'd take a Junior out with no prior information, do you?!"
"I only did it once with him-and no blowing!"
"Well, you're gonna do it twice with me, honey, and lots of blowing."
"I never did that," she moaned.
"You'll love it-just like Mommy loved it this afternoon."
He took hold of her head and pulled her down into his crotch, and before she knew it he'd wedged her head between the steering wheel and his upraised right thigh-his left leg stretched outwards into the other side of the car-and she was forced to lean into his prick, to kiss his hearty but presently soft cock. "I don't want to," she moaned to no avail, her lips suddenly coming into gentle, close contact with the flaccid penis. "Oh?!!"
"Yeah," he said, "it's not so bad as you thought, eh?"
"Well, I ah-"
"You want to suck it, right?"
"No," she quickly bleated, "I didn't say that at all. I don't want to suck-"
"Oh, yeah, look: I saw how you were watching your Mom today, and you know full-well, just like I do, that what you want to do is get some fun-just like her. So stop kidding yourself. I don't want no angel in the car with me. Besides, you didn't get undressed so that I could just stare at those nice big breasts of yours, did you?"
"Well, ah, no," she admitted, "but I'm scared."
"Come on, it's not gonna bite you."
For some reason, that convinced her, and she spread open her lips and started tentatively licking at the soft tip of his mushroom shaped cockhead. She worked her tongue in quicker and quicker strokes, gradually picking up a rhythm all her own as the thing hardened in front of her very eyes. "It's getting bigger," she said, "it's growing like a big stem and a flower...."
"Cut the poetry, Crystal, and get to sucking on it. I ain't got time for whimpering, you understand?" He pushed her neck downwards again and this time she took hold of the head of his hardened cock with both lips and went sliding deeply across it, taking the thickened rim and much of the bulbous veined shaft into her mouth.
Alex could sense his big galvanized cap plugging the girl's throat, and convinced that she was going to blow him proper, he lay back a little, relaxing and shutting his eyes so that he could feel every lashing lick, every perfect wet pucker around his prick. "Oh, yeah, honey, now you're feeling it ... Mmmm, good ... good . .
Her wet tongue was making little clicking sounds from the licking she was giving the now tasty shaft of his lust-hardened cock. She was getting into it, giving him her all, sending her tongue in long, hot wet strokes that seemed to last forever up the side of the throbbing cock. Sometimes she would surround the cap with her lips and her tongue and lightly suck off that spongy crown, and other times she would go slowly, deliberately, shockingly down the side of his jerking prick until she arrived at the thick, root base. Then she would take his balls in her hand and roll her lips and her face from side to side so as to stimulate his nut-nest and his prick at the same time, in similar rhythms. "Mmmm," she slowly began to hum, "I never thought it could be so nice ... I really didn't...."
"Yeah, sure," he said, "I know what you mean. I used to feel the same way about eating pussy. And now I just can't get enough of it...." In the back of his mind he was already wondering what it would be like to sink his teeth into Crystal's mother's cunt. He could see those long-experienced lust-aroused petals which were her labia opening up for him, spreading and blossoming for his long licking tongue, his lips surrounding and engulfing the hot core which would be her clit-bearing lips...."Mmm, yeah, Crystal ... just keep sucking me honey ... that's the way ... keep on sucking ... hard ... harder ... suck...."
He found himself reaching under the girl's bowed chest, trying to get his hands between her crushed breasts and pebbly nipples and his thighs. She was working so hard now at sucking his once forbidden prick that he hated to tear her away from that. "Gimmee a minute to feel you up some, Crystal, eh?"
She looked up with saliva dripping from her lower lip, her hand holding his glistening, luminescent cock in her fingers while she kissed playfully at his hairy belly and around his balls. "Like this?" She kissed him in the loins. "You want me to rest for a minute like this?" She pressed her lips to the top of his muscled thigh and sucked. "Or like this?" She wrapped her thick sensuous wet lips around the crown of his cock and bit down lightly with her teeth, pressing her sensational efforts into his bony shaft and rubbery cockhead.
"Oh, baby," he said, "you know all the tricks already, eh?"
He pulled her face up and took her by the cheeks, in his hands, and he slammed his tongue into her mouth, pressing his long snake-like mouth muscle upon her so fast that she didn't know what hit her. Before she could take another breath he was pulling her down under his tensed, muscular body, and they were, the two of them, finding room in the front seat of that small car which they never knew existed. Somehow he got her on her back and he spread her legs wildly apart, so that her cunt opened up and her little lips spread out, emitting an effluvial juice which scented the small humid closet-like space of the automobile with her sweet, musky aroma.
Alex shot a hand down between their two bodies and his long nimble fingers swam around between them until he located her fleecy patch of pubic hairs. He worked his fingers down between the two quivering slicks which were her loins and applied a searching, digging finger in an effort to seek out the right angle for entering her seething pussy.
"I know you're ready down there someplace," he said, his first digital stab hitting way low and just about puncturing the little virgin sphincter of her anus.
"Uuuuhh, no, too low!" she directed him.
"For now, maybe," he said, re-targeting himself. He pulled his finger upwards and went for the sweetly oiled lips of her outer cunt, slowly stroking them up and down once he'd located them.
"Mmmm," she panted, unable to resist the temptation to give way to what she'd been wanting all that day and night. "It's got it good," she confessed. "I like that."
He had the tip of his finger pressed mildly up against the tip of her fluttering clitoris, and his other fingers were rubbing at the soft little cheeks of her ass-flesh. Slowly but surely he was pumping her up, getting her in gear and reading for fucking. He could feel the sweetly viscous juices getting hotter and more and more slippery with every pressing to her cunt-clit. It was going to be a good hearty rubbing and then a long hard fucking. He'd been made especially hot for it by witnessing the girl's mother that afternoon, and now was the time when he was going to get off, get rid of some of that hot churning cum which had been aching for release in his sore balls all day. His finger plunged into the slit of her pubic vee and grinded from side to side in little whimper-provoking circles on the elastic hole of her cunt.
"Uuuuhhh ... sheeeeeeeeee ... oooooooooohhhhhh," she squeaked emotionally like a little turned-on mouse. "Iiiiieeeeeeeehhhh!" His grinding, hard finger was working wonders on her clitoris, and the shock of it was sending her lower body into a spasmodic uncontrollable shuddering. Her legs quivered and wanted to go opening and closed rapidly, in quick scissoring motions, but there was no place for them to move in the cramped quarters of the front seat of the car. Her buttocks were sweating and sticking mercilessly to the vinyl of the seat covers. She began to feel like she was being abused somewhat, and suddenly she heard him moaning, "Oh, Ellen ... Ellen ... I've been wanting you forever ... Mmmm, yes...." He was licking her breasts and saying her mother's name.
"You bastard!" she screamed, the realization coming upon her like a shock, a bolt of lightning tossed down from the Gods above and sticking in her like a knife. "Oh, God, you fucking creep! The only reason you want me is so that-"
"It's too late now for objections, Crystal," he said, ignoring her pained protests. His prick bulged between her legs and before she understood about what he meant by saying that it was "too late", she felt his thumb and finger pull away from her stretched, aroused labia and then they came back, this time guiding something larger and stiffer, something that she wasn't sure would get into her at all, and no matter how she attempted to struggle and wriggle away from it, it kept coming ... and she realized that no amount of protest was going to save her, that Alex Cornright was going to plunge his cock into her and the only reason he was doing it was because he secretly liked her mother!
"Aaaaaaaaaarrrrr! Rrrrgggggggghhhhhhhhhh-ffffuuuucccckkkkkkkkkkkk!" she screeched, and the only place it sounded like a scream at all was inside the car. Outside, on Blue Ridge Hill, it was barely audible, not even a squeak-the crickets were louder!
His prick slid into her sweetly softened cunt the way a hot knife cuts through butter. It was one long easy penetration, all the way into her so quickly that the bulging spongy cap of his hearty cock pressed tight and flattened out against the long rounded hump of her inner cervix.
"Uuuuuuuhhh, fuck!" she grunted, trying to move her hips free from his attacking penis. But there was no way she could escape. He held her arms down with his hands, tacking her wrists to the seat of the car, and rapidly impaled her several times in a row with his stabbing cock, shoving into her until there was seemingly no stopping him.
Every new hot stroke of his rampaging throbbing cock brought a wave of sensational chills into her resisting belly, so much so that a set of rhythmic contractions started up as her cunt still made feeble efforts to evict his invading log like cock. But the log-like force continued to work in the sweetly-seething tightly-contracting cuntal walls, every muscular squeeze giving Alex more and more reason to plunge his stiffened prick that much deeper inside Crystal's cringing little pussy.
"Uuuuhhhhhhh, God!" she cried out softly as the hardened prick battered into her cunt with massive shocking strength, taking her breath away, and suddenly it no longer mattered that the young man on top of her was longing for her mother; what mattered now were the waves of sensual chill climbing up and down her long shapely legs, the hot shock-vibrations rattling her spine and exploding in her love-hungry vagina. "Oh, yes," she bleated, giving way to the strong physical desires which so easily outweighed her considerations of pride, "fuck me, Alex ... fuck me hard ... fuck me so hard I never forget it ever ..And her hips went swiveling upwards, smashing into his crotch so that she could get more and more of that blood-engorged prick, so much so that his churning balls lewdly smacked at her ass-cheeks, lightly and wetly clapping on her little turned up buttocks, while his powerfully stroking cock throbbed deeply inside her buttery hot cunt. "Mmm, yes, please," she cried in a desperate, breathy whisper in his ear, "fuck me, Alex ... fuck me so hard, darling ... harder...." She reached around and took hold of his lewdly flexed cheeks, grabbing his buttocks and squeezing so that his throbbing prick suddenly gave way with the full force which he'd been saving for just that moment.
"Mmm, good, baby," he said, "now you're doing it!"
He cocked his hips and charged her like a battalion of cavalry, his horse-power a million times stronger than any army ever, and his hugely stiffened stroking prick filled her cunt like nothing else ever had.
"Oooooooh, Christ!" she bleated. "Christ! Fuck! Fuck!"
Her obscene wailing matched the pattern and rhythm of his fucking in her pussy, and a moment later she was gushing out on his hard-stroking prick, sending out waves of tender hot liquidness which spread out smoothly over the long topside of his shaft, around the sides of the aching cock, and underneath it, engulfing and enveloping him with her oceanic orgasm.
He could feel the lust-boiled cum begging to mount the base of his cock, starting from deep down inside his scrotum in the same swelling attitude with which a dam bursts open and floods, and in that manner, his sperm-laden testicles exploded, sending a fiery cannonball of hot searing semen into the narrowly seething channel, leading the assault ... and then came another ... and another ... and he just kept splashing out wad after wad of hot cum into her nice little vagina until it dripped in rivulets from the folded puckered pink labia which were rippling with new chills around his prick.
When it was over and he'd pulled out of her, he showed her one more thing he wanted. He wanted her to go licking on his cock, sucking it up and making him clean. And she did it, albeit a little tentatively, until his cock, shaft and balls were entirely clean and soft again. She sat back naked on her side of the car.
"I wouldn't have done that for just anyone," she said, her arms folded around her voluptuous creamy breasts. She stared out at the night-city below.
"I know," he said.
"I did it because I love you, I think," said the teenaged girl.
"Yeah," agreed Alex Cornright, his mind on something else again.
"I wouldn't have fucked someone who called me by my mother's name," she said, this time looking angrily in his direction.
"I know that too," he said.
"I must love you a lot," she added, looking out the window once again.
"I'm counting on it."
"What?"
"You're going to help me fuck your mother."
"Like hell!" she snarled. "No way!"
He grabbed her and kissed her long and hard in the mouth, and already she was submitting....
CHAPTER EIGHT
It was the third day of her vacation, and Ellen Fawn's cheeks had a rose-colored glow in them the likes of which had been missing for nearly fifteen years. She did the dishes, washed the kitchen floors, vacuumed the house throughout, went grocery shopping, took care of laundry, bills, errands and what-not in a spirit akin to ecstasy. For in the back of her mind, no matter how boring or depressing her chores seemed, she knew that she had cause for joy: she was in love, sexually and physically, with her teenaged son!
When things looked like they were going badly, she merely shrugged her shoulders and recalled that sometime that night she'd be in her young man's arms again, that she'd be feeling the hot throbbing sensations that his young cock made possible for her sweet little pussy. The voluptuous cheerful blonde, then, was bouncing here and there around the house, as excited and happy as any woman could be.
When the phone rang.
It was about eight-thirty and she was home alone. When she answered, at first she didn't recognize the caller's voice. But he insisted that they knew one another, and he also insisted that the pretty young-looking mother guess his name. "Oh, I just have no idea, no way of telling," she said with a chuckle in her voice. "Tell me who this is?"
"You guess," said the mysterious caller who assured her that she knew him well. "Ah, let's see, someone from the office?"
"Nope, 'fraid not, Mrs. Fawn. Try again."
"You sound young," she said.
There was a pause and then the gravelly, rough voice said, "You look young."
"Say," said Ellen Fawn, "what's this all about?" Her breasts swelled with pride and she was about to hang up the phone. "I bet this is some obscene phone call!"
"Not as obscene," said the voice as Ellen Fawn was about to hang up.
She slowed down, held the receiver at arm's length. Something in the distant reaches of her brain said that she knew what this stranger was talking about. She returned the phone to her ear and mouth. "What are you talking about?" she asked the caller. "What do you mean, 'as' obscene?"
"I think you know," he said. "Here, let me put someone else on the line."
There was a pause. Ellen paced in a circle waiting. She'd heard of things like this, but she had no idea how they got started or why. She wondered if she should call the police. But so far there was no cause. "Hullo?" she said. "Hullo? Is someone there?"
On came a vaguely familiar woman's voice. "We want something from you," said the woman, "and if we don't get it, then we're going to make sure that you and your new lover don't have much peace...."
"Who is this?" cried Ellen, realizing suddenly that someone, possibly some stranger, knew of the forbidden love-making she was sharing with her teenaged son, Leonard. "What do you want?"
"We want a little of the same," said the young woman's voice. "And we mean to get it right away quick, Mrs. Fawn."
Ellen Fawn looked frantically around the living room, as if some answer lay hidden in the walls of her suburban, husbandless house. Somewhere, someplace, there had to be escape from this kind of blackmail!
The man's voice came back on the line. "It's me again, Mrs. Fawn, and I want to arrange a meeting. I think you understand how important it is that you and I get together now. We wouldn't want young Leonard's reputation in high school to be ruined, not to mention your own position in the neighborhood, now would we?"
She shook her head in silent desperation. "Mrs. Fawn? Are you thinking about saying no? Yes? You just go ahead and tell me ... I'm here waiting...."
"Oh, ah, yes," she said, trying to think of what to say after that. "Anything you want." She hung up the phone and sat down beside the table. "Oh, God," she moaned aloud, "what have I done? What on earth have I done...?" Her large creamy breasts shook and jiggled as she sobbed to herself. Not only had she fornicated with her boy, but now she was going to submit to blackmail by a complete stranger. She wondered if she would be able to hold together through it all. She sniffled back a tear, though, and stood up, patting down her skirt, replenishing her cheerful mood with images of her handsome young son bucking like a bronco on top of her own sweetly rolling thighs. She loved to fuck with him, and anything, any sort of blackmail would be worth it-if only she could stay with him a while longer!
* * *
A half-hour later, as per their earlier plans Crystal and Leonard met at a drug store in West Hills, and from there, in Leonard's car, they travelled to the Surf Drive-In Movie Theater in Santa Monica. They'd planned to spend this night together because neither of them had dates and both had claimed to want to see a new, revised version of Dracula.
The movie had been on for about twenty minutes when Crystal turned nervously to Leonard and said, "There's something I want to tell you, Leonard."
Her flesh was crawling, and it wasn't on account of the horror film currently being displayed in front of her. She hoped that thanks to the dark and the loud soundtrack blaring from his side of the car that her brother wouldn't be able to hear the tremble in her voice. "I've been wanting to talk to you about something for just about forever," she continued. "It's about you and me and-"
"Crystal? Are you okay?"
The girl's brother was genuinely concerned for her. He reached out and took her hand. "It's alright. You can tell me about it. What is it?" r
"Oh, God, you're not going to believe it when I tell you." She shook her head slightly and looked away from him. "I know about you and-"
"About me and what?" asked Leonard softly.
"Not what," she said after a moment's pause. "Who."
"Me and who?" he said, still not comprehending, shaking his head.
"About you and Mom, for God's sake!" she hollered, much louder than the drive-in speaker which was crackling in Leonard's ear.
"Oh," he said, nodding and looking in his lap ashamedly. "How did you find out?" he asked in a low voice. "Did she tell you?"
"No," she said softly, seeing now that he was blushingly embarrassed. "I saw you the other day. Alex and I came home looking for Mom and there you two were. We watched for a while and-"
"Never mind, I don't want to hear anymore." He took a deep breath and let out a long sigh. "I didn't want anyone to know," he said softly, still not looking her in the eye.
"Listen," she said, "I don't think it's wrong, Leonard, I really don't. I just think it's, well, kind of funny. And I think that because for a long, long time I've had some sexual feeling about-" She couldn't finish her sentence.
Her brother looked up and smiled. "About you and I?" he asked. "Have you had sexual thoughts about you and I?"
She nodded bashfully.
Leonard swiveled his head to look straight out of the front window of the car. Dracula was up on the screen, spreading a cap, showing fangs and long finger-nails, swooping and smiling devilishly. He felt Crystal moving on the seat, and he was thinking she was getting out of the car, but what she was really doing was sliding closer to him, and now she was right next to him, so close he could hear her labored breathing.
"Did you ever have ... sexual feelings about me...?" she asked, softly, taking his hand with her own and putting his fingers out around her thigh under her skirt. Then she lifted his hand and pulled her skirt up so as to bare her soft warm thigh. Now when his fingers touched her leg they were to touch her flesh.
"Oh, Crystal," he sighed, a little taken aback by her sudden aggressiveness. He'd never heard her talk to him or anyone this way, let alone invite him to caress her naked leg.
"I'm not wearing any panties," she told him softly. "Did you notice?"
"Hunh?" He was still adjusting to the shock of the situation.
"I didn't figure you did," she said. She took his hand from her thigh and drew it up between the supple spread of her loins, guiding his finger upwards to meet the little puckering which were her soft heated labia. "Mmm," she said, driving his hand forward between her legs, pushing the tough knuckle up against her clitoris and making his finger into a definite stimulant. "Rub me there? Please?"
Her softly bleating voice and her desirous hands combined to bring him into an intense sexual frenzy in a matter of mini-seconds. His hand was encased in the warm flesh of her squeezing and already softly rocking thighs. She pulled him toward her, and his lips met his sister's in a hearty, wet soul kiss, his tongue instinctively diving into her, searching for the hollows and the suck. She took it up and rolled her tongue with his, giving him back exactly the kind of passion he was looking for. Her hips swelled desirously, rubbing more and more sensitively toward him, her pelvis sweating out desire and heat. "Uuuuhhh, God, yes," she cried softly, her little cunt tryin' to squeeze at his grinding finger. "Harder, Leonard ... harder ... Please...?"
He worked his finger as per her request, tougher and harder, spreading the elastic porthole which was the entrance to her sweetly rolling belly. His other hand was placed firmly around the swell of her large, unfettered creamy white breast, his fingers squeezing and kneading ... the smoothness of her breast moving through his fingers like sand, hot sand ... and he arrived with two fingers around one nipple and his mouth went travelling downwards to it, taking the little pink bud as it stuck out from her now open blouse in his hungry fingers and sucked it between his lips, licking it with his tongue, rolling it softly ... then went back to kissing her in the mouth with his tongue while his finger grinded steadily in and out of her long, seething vagina channel. Everything was hot, and if it wasn't hot it was getting there pretty damn quick ... God! Oh, God, my own sister! She's gonna get so hot we'll have to ... Oh, my God! It's too much to believe...!
Then he felt something tugging on the source of his aching in his groin. Her fingers were wrapping around the bulging outline between his legs. She had hold of his levies while they were kissing and finger-fucking her, and she was fisting what she could get of his throbbing, hard cock.
"Mmmm," he murmured and hummed, trying to get on top of her as quickly as he could. Her hand wouldn't let go. She had a hold on his rock-hard penis through the thick material of his levies and she was fixed on it with her fist like it was a million bucks.
"Don't move," she begged, "I don't want to let loose ... Please...."
"I know, I know," he whispered, "but if you let me get my pants off-"
"Oh, yes," she panted, breathing hard and lustily, her eyes looking down to his pants where her fingers were curled around his prick. "Get your pants off! Do that! Let me have it that way ... with your pants off ... mmm ... yes...."
He arched upwards in the small space of the closed-up car, and he managed to get his belt loose. She did all the rest in a matter of seconds, pulling down his zipper, getting the fly folded open, managing to pop the snap and roll down his levis-off of his hips and over his thighs.
That left him wearing just his underwear.
She grabbed the elastic band that rolled around the inside of his drawers and pulled the cotton whites open. "Oh, yes," she panted on seeing the straining prick inside there. "I want that ... I've wanted that for soooo long!" She reached in with her long narrow fingers and took hold of the heated cap with two fingers. With her other hand she kept working to get the trousers off of her brother's hips. "Just a bit more," she said, straining with the underwear, "and we'll have that thing out and ready!"
Sure enough, a moment later and she had his underwear down around one foot along with his levies, and his cock was flying at full mast in her tightly clenched fist. Also, she'd ducked down into his crotch and had begun to suck his cock. "Oh, Leonard," she hummed from time to time, taking hold of his cock and wetting it down with her long, splayed tongue, slashing out at it with her wet mouth muscle ... She went for the thick spongy rim mostly, and from time to time she mouthed the meaty tip, rubbing her lips around and around the sensitized flesh, moaning slightly, "Oh, I've waited so long for this ... sooooo long...!"
Leonard, for his part, reached under her breasts and cupped them with his two palms, taking the big full roundedness of their creamy hanging and kneading them, rubbing and sliding the softness of the breast flesh between his fingers. ,He pulled off of them by teasing up the nipples, tensing the little chilled pebbles of strawberry flesh until they were perfectly stiff with fresh arousal.
"Oh, yeah," he moaned as his sister continued to voraciously suck and lick his long hard cock. Her tongue went wetly splashing down the length of his bulging prick, and when she arrived between his legs, against his scrotal sack, she knew just what to do: she took that little chilled ball case and rubbed it softly between her lips. He swore that if she could have, she'd have swallowed him entirely!
"It's so good," she moaned, "so hard and so hot...."
He pulled up on her face and brought her out of his crotch so that he could bend her back and kiss her breasts. Her blouse was hanging open all the way now, and her lovely smooth white breasts were completely available for his mouth. He went down on her distended nipple and rubbed it between his lips, meshing it with his wet tongue, stimulating her in every way he could with his lips and his sucking. He mouthed the hot little breast nipple until it was hard like a little rock.
"Oh ... oh ... oh...." moaned his sister, each time giving way, submitting just a little bit more. Her chest rolled in his hands while his lips continued to suck and lick the hot little tip of her excited breast.
He slowly went sliding down her belly, kissing her here and there on her long taut stomach, working his face against the naked heated plane of her pelvis, and then sliding down into the softness between her loins, his tongue slipping right onto target between the delicately flouted puckering which were her spread wet labia. His mouthing went right to the center of the girl's being, charging her full of his tongue and sending a sharp bolt of electric wet chills climbing her spine.
"Uuuuuhhh ... God ... Leonard...!" she cried out in a bleating, sorrowful tone in the confines of the car. 'Mmmmm ... God....!"
His tongue shot into her and pulsed around her highly-charged clitoral bud. He worked that soft, round pebble of flesh between his lips in the same manner in which he'd sucked and licked her nipples, which he now held in his up-stretched hands. He had his tongue pressed against her clit and licking even deeper in her vagina when she pulled on his chin and demanded that he come inside her.
"I want you now," she grunted at him. "I want you to fuck me now...!"
He came out of her sweltering smooth crotch up along the smoothness of her stomach and arrived between her lovely hanging breasts, taking one more kiss on her mountainous white tip, and then he kissed her in the mouth, his lips still wet with her own, sweetly smelling juices.
"Mmm, yes," she moaned softly, her tongue sliding up under his gums as they Frenched for a moment. His hand was working down between her thighs as he crushed her up against the seat and the passenger side door, his passions taking over entirely now. It was almost too much to believe, that he'd screwed his mother the other day and now his sister! But it was so-oo good! How could he possibly stop himself! And to think! He'd be having them both whenever he wanted-it was going to be a very nice secret, one which he'd cherish for a long time to come!
Crystal reached down between his pumping legs and took hold of his rock-hard prick, guiding the spongy penetrator forward toward the target zone. She got a hold on the hot cap and pulled it towards her, hungrily searching for the right angle at which to take that hefty prick into her needy belly.
"Come on," she hissed at him, "fuck me ... Leonard ... come on...."
He wiggled left and right until his throbbing cock was positioned on her succulently spread pink cuntal lips, and then he followed her lead, pressing forward and sliding into position between her fleshy blossomed petals of her seething pussy.
"Uuuuhhh ... yes ... Leonard...!" she cried out softly as his prick charged her cunt full like some sort of pulsating piston intent on using up every inch of her available space. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhh...."
He reached under her soft smooth buttocks and took hold of the two moon halves, rolling them like balls of thick butter in his hungrily kneading fingers while his cock pressed forward, still deeper, into her hot little pussy. He could feel the long slippery interior muscles of her cunt going to work, trying to contract around the firmness of his skewering cock, the tempting satin-walls inviting him to shoot off his load already, every slippery stroke bringing him that much closer to the consummation of his second incestuous liaison!
She, too, reached around his pelvis, and she took hold of his flexed cheeks, holding them with her lightly squeezing fingers, sucking his thrusting cock that much deeper into her cunt, and then, suddenly, slapping upwards into his rocking pelvis, she let loose with a sudden gush of her inner juices, an orgasmic squishing noise signaling to Leonard, along with his sister's heavy panting, arched back and distended lips, that he was presently witnessing her cum.
"Sis? You okay?"
"Oh, Leonard," she panted, obviously floating on cloud number fourteen, "oh, yes ... I'm soo-ooo alright....!"
A few moments later he, too, was rocking his body with the intensity of orgasm. His quick-thrusting cock was beating hungrily up into the secret back compartments of his sister's hot wet pussy. The throbbing pole pressed delicately and then savagely with alternating rhythmic cadences, while his lust-churned balls were so tight that he thought they were going to completely recede into his belly. He pushed harder and fucked her mercilessly, persistently jamming his hot cock into her pussy with the knowledge that in any minute his scrotum was going to explode, and that his cock would go pulsating, rocketing off the face of the earth into her sweetly undulating belly.
It happened by surprise, a shocking sensation welling up inside him, and then he was cuming, his sweetly boiled juices sliding out of his cock like oil, every spurt a giant ecstasy in his super-charged, lust-heated brain. With furious stroke-power, he kept his mounting cock stuffed down her slippery little pussy, continually rolling her hips from side to side so as to get the best possible rub from that long smooth satiny tunnel of exquisite sensitiveness. He snaked up high in her for the last hot squirt, and discharged a stupendous amount of cum in her belly.
Then he pulled out and sat up on the sweaty seat of his car. On the movie screen Dracula was just about to lean into the neck of his next victim, the white teeth showing brilliantly, luminescent and neon-white, glowing electric. He turned off the sound and turned to his sister who was buttoning her blouse, her swelled breasts still visible. "I'm glad we did that," he said. "I feel a lot better."
"Me, too," she said, a big smile spreading across her thick moist lips, and for an instant Leonard couldn't help but think how much Crystal Fawn resembled his mother.
CHAPTER NINE
While Leonard and Crystal were watching the end of Dracula, just as the fierce beast was about to bite into his last victim's neck, in fact, Alex Cornright was tapping his knuckles at the door to Ellen Fawn's house.
"Good evening, Alex," the timid widow said when she opened the door. Nervously, she added in an unsuspecting tone, "My daughter's not here right now but if you come back tomorrow-"
"You don't understand," said the teenaged boy, stepping forward without waiting for an invitation. "I'm the fellow who knows about you and Leonard," he said. "Come on in, Mrs. Fawn. Come in, come in." He was past her, already into the living room. The look of shock on her face was apparent. "Close the door and let's get down to business, Mrs. Fawn. I haven't got all night. In fact, your daughter's due back here in an hour!"
Ellen Fawn looked frantically out into the night and then she turned and shut the front door and leaned against it. "So, it was you ... you and my daughter?"
"That's right," said Alex Cornright, his smiling eyes inspecting the luscious mother. He toured her from toe to head, his steady lewd gaze taking in the shape of her small ankles, the bend of her calf, the smooth uplift of her lower thigh, and the outline of her hips and pelvis under her skirt; he inspected the swell of her rounded breasts which were supported handsomely by a big, halter bra under her cotton blouse; and then he looked at her face, noting the fine crimson patches in her tanned cheeks, the neat cut of her high cheek bones and the way her silky blonde hair hung and touched lightly on her shoulders. "Oh, yes," he said, staring lasciviously into her crystal blue eyes, "it's going to be very, very nice ... mmmm, yes, Mrs. Fawn, I think I'm going to enjoy this a great deal!"
He reached out his hand and when she didn't take it voluntarily, he grabbed her by the arm and pulled her up close to him. He kissed her hard on the lips, shoving his tongue into place in her mouth and demanding that she accept him.
She could feel the lean tightness of his young body pressing against her own voluptuous breasts, crushing her hard and fast, his tongue sliding like a shark into her throat. "Uuuuh ... God ... no!" she protested this assault, trying to shake free of his firm embrace. "Let me be!"
"Oh, so you'd rather I went blabbering around West Hills about how you sleep with your boy, eh? Is that it? Would you like me to go telling people how you fuck your teenage son, Mrs. Fawn? Is that what you want?" He had a lecherous, victorious sneer on his lips, the kind of lewd grin that made her cringe. But he had a point, a winning point, one that she couldn't allow to persist.
"Alright," she asked, "what do you want?"
"That's more like it," he said. He looked over his shoulder, up the staircase. "Let's go upstairs ... to the scene of the crime, eh?" He smiled and pulled her by the arm along behind him.
Upstairs, in Leonard's bedroom, he made her undress. She stood nakedly in front of him, her legs trembling and shivering, her loins covered with a light blanket of goose bumps. "You look just about the way I was hoping you would up close, Mrs. Fawn! Just the way I wanted you to look!" He worked the belt buckles of his levies undone and slipped out of his leather jacket. He undid his fly and all the time kept his eyes glued to her naked body, burning into her soft, ripe motherly flesh.
When he, too, was completely naked, he had her sit down on the side of the bed. They sat side by side and naked with their feet on the floor, next to each other, like a couple of old time lovers just about to begin their secret ritual. He took her hand and wrapped her fingers around his hard-throbbing cock. Already he was completely stiff.
"Why don't you get down on the floor and suck me some, Mrs. Fawn? Eh? Just to be sure that you're doing good by me, okay?" She climbed around with his cock in her hand and knelt between his legs. She was on her knees with his prick in her lightly squeezing fist, the hot red tip bulging out from between her fingers, the spongy surface only inches from her mouth and her thick, moist lips. She licked the outside of her lips in anticipating his command. It was the second big cock she'd had in her fingers in three days, the first being her son's. She wondered what it would be like to be married and to be able to get it whenever she wanted-the idea flickered in her mind; it was a lot different than having to be blackmailed into sex!
"Go on now," he said, "use your tongue Mrs. Fawn. Suck my cock and lick it with your tongue."
She leaned down and promised herself that she would not enjoy this forced and humiliating sexual experience. She pressed her tongue to the surface of the pinkly heated prick cap, working her oral wetness into the rim and around the top of the shaft. She could see the big bulbous vein sticking out on the column in her fist, and she could sense that the young man was getting more and more turned on with every swipe and lash of her hot-pressing tongue. Slowly but surely, whether she liked to admit it or not, she was getting thrilled by the chance to suck a good hot prick. It was the sweetest kind of blackmail she could have ever had done to her!
All of a sudden, he pulled back, wrenching free of her licking mouth and he sprawled onto his back and was lifting her as if she were weightless up over him. "Come on, you hot bitch, it's time for what I came here for. I ain't been waiting all this time for nothing!" He was twisting and adjusting her naked white body to his own desire as Ellen Fawn moaned in her rising, shock-strained passion. "God damn it, I want this fuck now!" he grunted at her. "Get that cunt of yours up there and stuff it with my cock, you little boy-fucker!"
Ellen's brain swam with a building, masochistic lust from the obscene and sudden tirade. She squirmed whimperingly to right herself, for he'd pulled her so quickly up off the floor and over his body that she had needed a minute to find her balance. She was up and over the massive youth's body, righting herself by placing her knees on either side of his ribs. Roughly, his hands smoothed up her inner thighs to her partially opened cunt, spreading the flushed pink lips of her vagina apart to expose its glistening, moist interior to his lecherous gaze. "Ah, yes," he crooned, "that's more like it!"
His fingertips went searingly up into her labia, working her tiny erect clitoris and bringing it to a more and more pronounced state until with a gasp, she raised to her knees. She grasped downwards at his thick, pulsating cock with her small fist and moaningly tried to worm its thick, mushroomed knob into the wet palpitating hole of her blossoming pussy.
"Oh, damn," he moaned, "now you're talking, Mrs. Fawn! Now you've got the idea for sure!"
She looked down on his lecherous grinning face and nearly went wild with the desires which had been welling inside her loins. She confessed once and for all that it no longer mattered to her that she was being blackmailed, and that it also didn't matter that she'd fucked her son; what was important-she clasped his cock tight when she thought this-was that she get some of that manly throbbing prick running up inside her vagina, skewering high in her sweetly divine belly so as to make her cum ... and cum ... and cum ...!
Alex could hardly speak, for the adorable, supple young mother was now working his huge cock of hardness, manipulating it on her own, pressing the purple inflated head into her tight, wetly clenching pussy. Just the sight of it was enough, let alone the terrific sensations that went with that upwardly plunging motion inside her suckingly wet channel.
"Oh, please," she murmured in frustrating cries of helplessness, "get it in all the way ... help me to get it in...." She pressed her swaying, swollen breasts downwards, trying to lift her rolling buttocks up off of his legs so as to squirm her full thighs into position, allowing her cunt to slip down on the thickness of his hot prick. "Uuhhhh, good!" she grunted finally, her body now swiveling in position.
Young Alex looked up and reached for her swollen breasts, taking the hardened nipples in his fingers and lightly tugging them away from her body. "You like to fuck, don't you, Mrs. Fawn?"
"Oh, God."
"Yeah," he said softly, pulling on her nipples and watching her begin to ride his long hot cock. She was making sensuously small whipping circles with her hips, rolling her legs left and right, riding him like a big bucking bull. Inside her cunt she clung to his thick prick with all the squeeze her wet interior muscles could conjure up. His hot rubbery head was pressing with unrelenting force into her tight, wet vagina, all the way up into her belly, raising a guttural cry of agony from deep in Mrs. Fawn's throat.
"UUuuuuuummmmmmm, yes," she let out as the hot prick continued stretching her sensitive cuntal opening, worming in just as far as it could go. She cried out once more and sank down onto it fully, her groans changing to small whimpers as she felt it slide high up in the remote folds of her inner vagina.
Spreading her knees out wider away from his body, she sank lower onto his huge impaling hardness, moaning all the way as if it were going to paralyze her for life. Then she raised up slowly off of it so that the massive cock, glistening wet from her vaginal secretions, came whitely into view almost to the angry-red ring of his purple cock-head, and then with a much needed emotional gasp, she sank down again, flattening her soft loins against his, absorbing the entire thick-veined rigidity of his huge prick inside her hot, clasping channel beyond her cervix toward her belly!
"Oh, shit," moaned Alex Cornright, his cock further into the satin squeeze of Mrs. Fawn's pussy than he ever dreamed humanly possible, "this is better than I thought!" And he reached down and took hold of the young mother's curvaceous hips, pulling them and twisting them and sending her pumping on his thrusting, lust-hardened cock in as lewd and as lascivious a manner as possible. "Uuuuuhhh ... good," he grunted at her, grinding his prick up and down in the sweet wet confines of her clasping cuntal flesh, "that's the way it should be ... Ohhh, yeah! YEAH!!"
She was actually taking to bouncing on the hardened cock-prong, running her cunt up and down the thick stabbing prick as best she could. She leaned down, putting her hands on his chest, and lifted her buttocks up in the air, keeping his prick in the grip of her elastic pussy, pulling, tugging, twisting and squeezing it, making her cunt into a hot wet fist, an oily one which could squeeze and milk his thickened cock, jerking it into ecstasy.
"Oh, yeah," he cried, "oh, yeah ... good ... good ... good, Mrs. Fawn ... that's the way ... good ... fuck ... good...!"
The two strangely intense, oddly coupled lovers were so carried away with their stab at carnal bliss that neither one of them heard the downstairs door click open announcing the arrival of young Leonard and his sister, Crystal. Nor were they a moment later aware of the brother-sister couple standing at the door watching them.
In fact, it was Leonard Fawn who let it be known that his mother and Alex Cornright were no longer alone in his bedroom. "Mother!" he hollered from the door. "How could you!? With that pig!" And if Crystal hadn't grabbed him by the arm, he'd have gone charging into the room to seek a terrible and awful revenge.
CHAPTER TEN
"Lemme go," he hollered at his sister, jealousy raging in his veins. "I don't believe it!"
In front of his very eyes the other teenager boy was screwing his mother! He wanted to kill him!
"Don't do anything stupid," cried Crystal. "Come on now, he's only fucking her! Besides, you don't have any right to feel that way!"
The words struck home and Leonard stopped railing. His sister held his arm, barely, and they stood at the entrance to the bedroom watching Mrs. Fawn and Alex Cornright resume their passionate fucking. "I'm not going to stop now," hissed Ellen Fawn, "I just can't ... oh, please ... don't make me stop now ... we can straighten it out in a minute ... but not now ... Oh, God! Fuck!"
"I know what I'm gonna do now," said Leonard, his blood still boiling, "I'm gonna get myself a little real revenge! She used me, and I'm gonna get her back!" He was undoing his belt while he spoke, pulling his trousers off his hips and getting naked. When he was down to his underwear he looked up frantically at Crystal. "You can watch if you want, little sister, but it ain't gonna be all that pretty!"
He approached the writhing bodies. His mother was on top of Alex Cornright, her legs widely spread so that the teenaged man's cock impaled upwards in her seethingly wet, pink puckered lips, her vagina sliding up and down the long hot greased pole like this was the last and only fuck she'd ever get.
Leonard lined himself up behind his mother, his eyes glued to the backs of her smooth, full thighs. "Oh, yeah, Mom!" he drooled from behind her whitely bouncing buttocks. "I'm gonna give you something real nice for fooling around like this ... something you won't ever forget...!"
Ellen Fawn could barely hear anything, let alone the sounds of her teenaged son's threats. She was still trying to understand the emotions welling up inside her vagina from the hot thick hardness penetrating up into her. It was becoming painfully exhilarating, almost mesmerizing in its intensity ... And then she felt fingers parting the soft yielding flesh of her buttocks, probing it, working the sensitive raised circle of her tiny anus ...!
"Oh, yeah, Mom," said Leonard, himself the source of these new feelings in Ellen Fawn's buttocks crevice, "this is gonna be just right...." He held one flexed, bouncing ass-cheek away from the other and he could see not only the hotly puckered ring of her sphincter, but also the site of Alex Cornright's insertion, that boy's ripely throbbing cock pressing mightily upwards into Leonard's mother's glistening wet pussy lips. "Look at that, Crystal," Leonard blurted to his sister. "Come on over here and have yourself a peak at what Mom gets herself into, eh?"
Crystal reluctantly joined her brother at the end of the bed. She looked to where her brother indicated, her eyes startled to see the incredible size of the gargantuan cock sliding and wet as it went puncturing and pulling on the spread labial lips of her bother's cunt. "Oh, God, it must be killing her!" she cried out softly, and then she remembered that like her mother, she, too, had enjoyed that mighty cock. A rage suddenly welled up in Crystal's heart, for like her brother she felt terribly used. There was her boyfriend, Alex, fucking her mother. "I want you to fuck her hard, Leonard," said Crystal, her voice suddenly cold. "And I'll hold her ass open for you!"
Crystal was already undressing. She quickly removed her skirt and blouse, her voluptuous breasts pouring out naked and aroused, a flaming blush filling her face with vermilion. "I want you to fuck her hard, Leonard-for me!"
She took hold of her brother's already throbbing cock and sank to her knees, letting her breasts rub lightly, feathering out around it, on the shaft. She landed with her lips spread so as to moistly accept his rock-hard penis into her moistening mouth. She rubbed around on the stiffness with her long wet tongue, and then she pulled away, standing and looking back at the cave between her mother's jiggling ass cheeks. "Go on now, Leonard, and give her that thing!" Leonard spit on his fingers and pressed one digit up to the top of his mother's asscrack, and he went running the finger down the length of the narrow crease until the tip of his digit arrived at the tight little brown circle of her anus. "Mmm, yeah, Mom, you just keep riding that prick down there ... just nice and easy does it!" He poked into her soft rectal outer chamber, filling it with a knuckle's worth of his long, bony finger. "Yeah," he said, grinding it slightly from side to side, watching his mother continue to rock and roll on the impaling prick from below. "Isn't that something, Crystal?! Look at her go!"
Indeed, Ellen Fawn was beginning to let loose. Though the initial contact of the probing finger aroused new unleashed pains in her otherwise sensually fired brain and straining body, now she was beginning to admit to something other than hurt, something deeper and more sensual. But then the fingering in her anus turned hard and the grinding, became less delicate, and her face registered agony from the growing torment and she began to struggle against it; yet she was hesitant to move away and lose the wonderful sensations of the thick cock impaling her searing pussy to the depths of her wanting belly! Instead, she clenched her teeth, prepared to endure her son's thrusting finger which had begun to worm its way into the soft rubbery confines of her rectum ...!
"Aaaaaahhhhh ... oooooohhhhhh ... nooooooo ... nooooo!" she gasped frightfully, trying to clench the wide spread white moons of her ass-flesh closed against this lewd invasion. But then she felt the small fingers and palms pressed on the insides of her buttocks, holding her clamped open, and she turned her head back, looking over her shoulder and saw that it was Crystal who held her cheeks apart, and her son who was working his hand between her buttocks. "Oh, my God," she cried out under her breath, looking down now at the young man who sweated and pumped beneath her own wriggling body, "Oh God ... oh ... oh ... oh...."
And still the prick sliding upwards inside her cunt continued to rub into the deep interior of her pussy, squashing and pressing the spongy cap into the cervix round at the back of the vagina cave. His hips pressed upwards, flattening out against the smooth white plane of her slippery wet pelvis, his hard-throbbing cock thrashing into the remote confines of her hungrily squeezing satin cuntal flesh. "Oh, fuck," she moaned desperately, trying to escape the double-pronged probing of her pelvis, one prong coming from below, the other being her son's finger as it worked into the depths of her bowels, "Please ... PLEASE STOP!"
But Crystal continued to hold her voluptuous mother's buttocks wide spread, and young Leonard continued to ride his finger down into the narrow entrance of Ellen Fawn's asshole. Leonard went so far as to laugh out loud as he pressed forward with his thick middle finger into the delicate raised flesh of her pink anus. He watched her squirming, naked body lurch and heard her cry out at his intrusion into the sensitive, spongy opening. "Open your ass, Mom," he grunted, "you opened your cunt for Alex, so you can open your ass for me!" He was angry with her and he wasn't afraid to let it show with his ass-ripping finger.
Ellen felt him thrust forward mercilessly against the useless resistance of her flexed outer rectum. She could also feel Crystal's thumbs pressed on the insides of her cheeks, holding her clamped apart. Then came the thick finger, plunging into the pried open, rubbery channel to the palm of his big hand, and again she pitifully cried out. Before she could catch her breath, a second joined the first, reaming and stretching her delicate nether passage, forcing her to halt her fucking movements while Alex Cornright brutally clutched at her waist to keep her from squirming off of him. She moaned incessantly with the agony as the hands continued to spread her back there, levering the cheeks of her soft, resilient buttocks further and further apart until she thought she would split wide open!
"Look at that," moaned Crystal, unable to believe the sight of her brother's fingers boring into place in her mother's asshole. "Jesus, look at that!"
"Think she's ready?" asked Leonard sarcastically. He pulled his fingers out of her anus with a lurid plopping noise which added a definite extra aural lewdness to the scene. A moment later Ellen Fawn was begging her son not to go any further with this debacle. But her protest was all in vain, for the boy took to applying a thin coating of his own saliva to the mildly relieved hole, and then he told his sister to step aside and to let him have at the target.
"I'm gonna give it to her good now," he said, his threatening, angry voice booming above the others, "and she's gonna beg me for more by the time I get done!"
Ellen felt the arrival of something smooth and foreign and rubbery pressing into her cringing asshole! She couldn't believe for a moment that her son was actually climbing into her this way, and then she had to believe it for she was feeling the burning sensation, like a giant fiery torch had been forced into her rectum, too big to fit, scalding her and running through her and practically killing her all together.
"Ohhhh ... fuck ... damn you ... stop! Stop it....fuck ... noooooooooo!" Her voice turned shrill and thin as the bulging intruder invaded deeper and deeper into her buttocks, pressing into her resistant bowels with an intrusive pressure the likes of which she'd never known possible. Reluctantly, she felt her cheeks opening to accommodate the throbbing cock, as if as some last, self-preservative measure, her ass had given way to the only thing possible to save her: submission, complete and total and humiliating submission!
"Uhhhhhhhhhh ... fuck ... no ..she bleated softly, the anger subsiding in her voice. "No ... no ... no...." Every throb and stab in her anus from the tight-fitting rockhard prick was another pressure for her to give way entirely, and though she moaned for the fucking to stop, she could feel herself letting loose, slowly but surely coming around to some other way of dealing with the awful, lusty sword which was her son's defiling cock!
"Alright," said Alex Cornright, "I'm gonna help you both," and he quickly pulled out from under Mrs. Fawn's cunt and replaced his prick with his finger, taking hold of her inner pussy and rubbing it with his circulating digit. "Now up here, honey," he said softly, arranging himself and her face with one hand so that his cock, wet with her vaginal juices, ended up between her lips and inside her mouth. "Now suck that while I finger fuck you, and your son will get himself a final little thrill from your ass, eh? Ha, ha, ha! Oh, yeah, this is the kind of help I can give all day long!" He grunted lewdly and pressed his spongy cock-head into the back of her throat. He held her between his legs, her mouth full of his rock-hard, glistening penis while the boy's cock worked down into her ass from behind.
"Oh, yeah," murmured Crystal, unable to control her own lurid emotions, "that's really something, Mom! You can satisfy both of those guys at once!" She felt her own juices beginning to flow freely, a gush welling up inside her young tight cunt, and she wondered if when the men finished with her mother if they would have enough strength left over for ... for ... she didn't dare to say it to herself!
Suddenly, Ellen Fawn gave way to the overwhelming sensation of the two pricks in her body, one jamming into her mouth, the other filling up her bowels. It was too much to resist any longer in any way, and she admitted to herself once and for all that she loved the young cocks which were taking care of her ardent needs, arousing her beyond belief!
"Oh, God, fuck yes!" she cried out around the prick in her face. "Mmmmm, God, I love it!" And she took one hand out from around the mattress which she'd been holding onto in desperation, and she wrapped her fingers around the base of Alex Cornright's cock and held on as tight as she could while sucking at the thick ridges and fat rim of the crown. With her other hand she reached back behind her and took hold of her right buttock and pulled the cheek back and away from her son's ramming rod, exposing the hole that much more, and she moaned at the cock in her mouth, "Oh, yes, fuck me ... fuck me good and hard ... I love it ... I really do love it ... fuck me...!"
Then it exploded! Alex Cornright's cock gushed forth thick streams of the creamy pungent liquid into her mouth and throat, sending her cheeks bloating and contracting, and she rapidly swallowed down all of the continually spurting wads of cum, drinking it hungrily down her throat, swallowing it all to keep from choking and be cause she loved the milky white stuff. She sucked so hard and so fast that she felt like she was spooning her belly full of hot creamy pudding. It was everything she could do to get enough of the stuff. At the end a little line, a rivulet of the white jism dripped from her debauched mouth, the little trickle looking like she'd not swallowed part of a meal.
In her ass her son's hot cock continued to throb even harder and deeper than ever. The lewd sight of his mother's lips tied and clutching to the hot greased cock of Alex Cornright had inspired Leonard to plunge his prick even more powerfully into the hot tight chamber of his mother's rectum.
"N-Now," cried Ellen Fawn. "Fuck me now! Cum! Cum! Please! Cum!"
Leonard Fawn groaned heartily, his revenge having taking a turn toward pleasure, and he let loose of his lust-churned semen, his tightened balls suddenly letting go and relaxing, that weighty feeling slowing up some, and his cum splattered out into his mother's asshole, wad after hefty wad filling her up until it overflowed and dribbled down from the crack in her ass, puddling on the linen below.
She, too, took that moment as the finale, and she let herself give way once and for all to the masterful plunging which gorged her ass full of throbbing cock and boiling cum, and when she mentally pictured her son's prick making ripe, full strokes into her asshole, she let go of her own juices and gave way with a tremendous earth-shaking orgasm. A last frantic moment of bodily enchantment momentarily enveloped her, taking her over entirely and finally ... and she felt a cock pop out of her ass....
"Oh, God," she moaned, "my son ... my son ..She looked around and saw in final desperation and complete humiliation that both young men had turned their attentions away from her entirely to begin to consider what they might do in terms of a sandwich job on young Crystal! It was, the spent, tired mother realized, somehow the natural course of events....
EPILOGUE
It was about a month after her vacation had ended when Ellen Fawn decided that it would be best to move her family to a new town in Northern California, far away from the small community of West Hills through which had quickly spread the word of her licentious involvements with young men. It became clear from the beginning of her liaison with Alex Cornright that he was unwilling to allow the young-looking mother more than a temporary peace. He pursued her regularly, threatening constantly to expose her to the wrath of the community. Finally, he did so, and before she could leave town and avoid the ultimate humiliation of public confrontation and news stories, many a young man had knocked on her door asking simply for an autograph or a look-see at the voluptuous woman who'd slept with her own son. All of this was too much for Ellen Fawn to bear, and she regrettably left her home in West Hills, taking her children with her. Where she lives now, with Crystal and Leonard, no one knows....
