Driving leads so often to accidents, to lapses in concentration, to daydreaming that it seems so normally as to be unworthy of comment. But such is not the case, as this book illustrates. The progenitors of socially unacceptable sex are boredom and leisure. And there is nothing like a long drive to provide these two elements in mind saturating quantities.
This is a book about incest and the mark it leaves on the women and children who indulge in it. It is not a book about right and wrong. The author-as artist-must bend the material he has at hand to make entertainment. In the process, a lesson is usually given because the purest entertainment is education.
This book, as other books in its field and genre, is concerned with sex and sin and the effects these two basic physical and mental emotions have on men and women. So much is psychological reaction one way or another in relation to sexual conduct that sex seems at times to be a product of the mind.
As this story illustrates, however, it is also a reaction of the physical body.
-THE PUBLISHER
CHAPTER ONE
The hum of the tires, the mutter of the motor had a hypnotic effect on Sylvia Murray; the trim, dark-haired woman shifted in her seat and gripped at the wheel. This is no time to fall asleep, she told herself and shook her head, trying to make herself more alert. Looking into the rear view mirror she saw her daughter Betty lying curled up on the back seat. The leggy twelve-year-old's short skirt was pulled up and Sylvia saw that her daughter's little white cotton panties were pulled tight against the plump little folds of her labia.
She's going to be beautiful, the proud mother told herself as she stared at the lean, hairless thighs. Suddenly Sylvia realized that there was a warm, funny feeling growing in her belly, a feeling that had nothing to do with maternal pride! The startled woman jerked her eyes away from the exposed form of her daughter and stared straight ahead. She felt her heart beating rapidly in her chest and she was ashamed of her response to what she had seen!
"Oh Dan," she whispered, feeling her belly tighten at the mere mention of her late husband's name. "Oh honey, how could you go off and leave me alone like this?" Her breasts felt warm and swollen inside the firm cups of her bra and she wiggled uncomfortably as her cone-shaped nipples pressed against the fabric. "Honey, what am I going to do; I'm only thirty-three, Dan, I can't spend the rest of my life a sexless widow, but I don't want another man!"
A motion beside her drew the pretty woman's dark eyes to her left and she stared at the sleeping form of her son. He lay propped against the passenger door, his arms hung limp at his sides. Slowly Sylvia searched the handsome face; his hair, his chin and the broad set of his shoulders all reminded her of his father and she had to grit her teeth to keep from sobbing! "Oh Dan, he looks so much like you did when we met!" She felt a dull resentment inside of herself; it wasn't fair for her to be left alone like this, especially with Davey here, he looked so much like his father that it hurt! She tried to drag her eyes away from his sleeping form but some inner drive refused to obey, and slowly, lovingly her gaze moved down his body, only moving away for quick seconds to check the road ahead.
The even hum of the motor and tires descended on her again, enveloping her in a dull, even layer of sound and sensation. She could almost believe that someone else was driving them down the straight, featureless freeway. "Dan? He looks just like you did when we met, honey, it's hard for me to keep the two of you apart sometimes."
Sylvia knew that this was dangerous, she tried to snap her attention back to the smooth ribbon of concrete before her but it was so easy to drift back to her son, so easy for her to lose concentration. She wished that there were some signs, some billboards, anything to break the monotony, but there were none. The engineers, the do-gooders had won out; the highway offered no challenge, there were no breaks in the unending concrete rut she was in and she was being lulled into danger!
Unbidden thoughts began to creep into her mind. Sylvia bit her underlip and tried not to let them in but they crept in under cover of the boredom. The beautiful brunette tried to shake the thoughts away but they wouldn't go; a vision of a thick, pulsating penis rose before her. Sylvia could see the coarse hairs, the blue veins popping out on the sides. In her mind's eye the woman reached out and gently, carefully gripped the firm column of flesh, thrilling at the feel of the excited blood throbbing through the distended veins.
"Oooo baby, it's so big and hard!" She heard the echo of her voice and could almost feel the hard gristle of her husband's big spear against her palm. She gripped hard at the steering wheel, trying to drive the phantom memory away but the feel of the hard, oval surface only heightened the memory, made it sharper and more real to her fuddled mind. "Oggghhhhhh god but it feels nice!" She felt her pelvis lifting as she remembered the sweet bliss as Dan's thick cock would slip up inside of her, filling her until she thought she would burst!
Sylvia felt the wet, oozing sensation between her labia and knew that she was staining her dainty panties. A powerful urge sprang up in her; she wanted to slip her hand up under the hem of her skirt and touch herself, to feel the damp, hairy folds of her vulva part at the pressure of her finger...."Oh god, that's a dirty idea!"
For a moment the young mother was shocked back to total control as she realized what she was thinking about but the moment passed and she drifted away again; she felt her body tingle as the memory of penetration washed back over her. The rippling, gripping muscles inside her vagina tightened, seeking the comfort of a firm penis!
Stop it! She tried to obey the command of her mind but her eyes refused and they slid back to the reclining figure of her son. She couldn't stop them as they focused firmly on the tight fly of his jeans. Sylvia swallowed and tried to will her gaze to move away but her hungry senses refused to let her eyes obey.
It was almost as if Dan were here with her; she slowly rolled her hips, grinding her firm buttocks against the seat as sweet memories flooded back into her mind; she felt her breasts swell and grow even harder as she recalled the firm touch of his hands there, she made a soft, plaintive sound in her throat as the memory of his firm lips curled around the nipples and tugged! The beautiful widow gripped even harder at the steering wheel as she imagined the strong body of her husband pressing against her, a fine dew of perspiration covered her upper lip; it felt so good that she wanted to cry!
Davey moved again and Sylvia's rebellious eyes darted over to him. He had spread his legs a little and she found herself staring at the full-looking crotch. The jeans were so tight and form-fitting that she could see his big-looking balls pressing out at her, she could see the long, limp outline of her son's penis under the faded denim and the fires inside her gyrating body lept higher!
It was wrong, Sylvia knew it was wrong but she couldn't control the lewd thoughts that crept in on her. Her fingers ached to reach out and stroke the firm-looking lump in her son's jeans. Memory teased her, lashed at her hunger with thoughts of how big and hard his father's prick had been when he was that age. She longed to strip Davey's pants down and press her own feverish body against it, just for a moment, just long enough to let the silky flesh of the glans touch her all the way to her heart! She imagined how surprised he would be and how she would calm him as she touched and rubbed up against his symbol of manhood, it would be so easy to do....
Manhood! Oh god, he's only fourteen! Sylvia was suddenly completely aware of what she was thinking and the truth sickened her! She felt a fierce flush of shame ripple over her flesh, her ears burned and she knew that they were red. How could she think that, how could she think about doing that to her son, even for a second?
The shame was still with her but Sylvia couldn't stop her hungry imagination from rolling on and on. She was terribly uncomfortable, the lips of her vulva were puffy and warm feeling, the thick lubrication had covered the lips and coated the rippling walls of her love sheath, making her ready for a lover she couldn't have!
Davey muttered something in his sleep and stirred. Sylvia watched out of the comer of her eye as her son's hand dropped over the thick lump of his penis and squeezed it, then the hand fell away leaving her with the delicious torture of watching his organ twitch and shift position slightly. The dark-haired mother nervously licked her lips and tried to ignore the sleeping form of her son but there was such a thick, clinging sexual atmosphere in the car that she couldn't resist it!
Oooooo wouldn't it be awful, a small voice whispered in her mind. Wouldn't it be dirty and nasty to touch him, to stroke him and let him touch me? Sylvia was frightened by the persuasive power of that inner voice. She tried not to listen but it wormed back into her again and again. He'd be so happy, think of how good it would feel to have the nice, clean boy prick pressing up inside of you! Think how he would love to take you and fuck you until you died from the simple goodness of it?
The mother felt her vagina tighten and ripple and the sensation sent little messages of lust along her nerves, leaving tingling trails of gooseflesh on her silky flesh. No, don't think about that, she said in her mind. He's just a boy and my boy at that! Incest is the worst act a mother could commit, Oh god, please don't think about doing that with your own son, please!
This trip was an awful mistake, Sylvia told herself. Why did I let Grandmother Murray talk me into coming? I was all right at home, there are things for me to do there, I keep busy and it isn't so bad but here, driving, being so close ... I never should have come, it was a mistake.
Thinking about the children's grandmother helped her so Sylvia concentrated hard on her head husband's mother. Laura Murray, a widow for at least twelve years. Sylvia felt a little chill of fear run down her spine as she recalled the sleek, still well-built woman. All during her courtship and marriage Sylvia had felt a competition between herself and Laura. It wasn't the usual mother-in-law thing, for some strange reason she had always felt like it was the animosity of two women who wanted the same man but that was crazy!
"Oh do come, Sylvia, I haven't seen my grandchildren in so long. The trip would do you good, darling, come on out and spend a few weeks, you can have a change of scene and they can have a ball!"
Sylvia could almost hear Laura's smooth voice, it hadn't sounded like such a bad idea then, but now, trapped in the car with Davey thinking about ... what she had been, she was sorry that she had ever agreed to come.
The warm feeling between her lips was even more intense now and Sylvia clamped her rounded thighs together, trying to ease the sensation. Nothing helped, the desire was loose in her now and her body was demanding satisfaction, not caring where or how she got it!
Sylvia felt like sobbing as she let her left hand drop from the wheel and slip up under the hem of her skirt. She shivered as her fingertips brushed across her bare thigh. She paused for a moment, making sure that Davey was still asleep before she allowed her forefinger to wiggle past the tight leg band of her panties and probe into the wet, slippery neck of her vagina! A thick, sexual sensation rose up in the beautiful woman and she had to grit her teeth to keep from moaning out loud. Slowly, ever so slowly she ran her finger back and forth over the swollen knot of her clitoris. Little sparks of pleasure rose in her and she felt the muscles in her back and neck relax as she satisfied her need.
Something vague and unusual seemed to be whispering in Davey's ear. For a long time he simply lay quiet, allowing the sensation to touch him again. Some native caution told him to remain still and try to understand what was happening. The car was running evenly, the tires clicked softly over the broad concrete strips, everything was the same as it had been when he went to sleep, so what was bothering him? After what seemed like hours, the boy became aware of a rapid, irregular sound, after a few more moments he realized that it was his mother's breathing. He opened his eyes a crack and peeked out at her, his long, dark lashes made her look cloudy and far away.
At first Davey didn't notice anything unusual, his mother was sitting upright in the seat, staring intently at the road ahead. He almost dismissed the uneasy feeling as a dream but he noticed something else; she kept licking her lips and chewing at them, as if she were nervous and there was something else, she was driving with one hand, that was unusual.
The boy's eyes traced down his mother's side, she always used both hands driving, what was going on? At first he didn't see anything unusual but then his mother shifted slightly and he was amazed to see her dress moving, she had her hand under there!
For the first time in his life Davey was aware of his mother as a woman, not just as his mother. He had to tense his muscles to keep from sitting up and saying something. Keep still, see what she's doing, he told himself. A quick glance back to her face told him that he was right. Sylvia had a funny, glazed look in her eyes and he knew what she was doing for sure!
Christ, she's jacking off! Davey was amazed, before Mom had always seemed so remote, so cool that he had never thought about her and sex. Davey forced himself to stay cool while he watched his beautiful and suddenly desirable mother play with herself. Man, he told himself in awed amazement, that's really weird, she's really getting it on! For a moment he wasn't aware of how hard he was getting as he stared at her.
Sylvia Murray was getting hotter by the moment, her whole body began to glow and vibrate as her finger flashed between her legs. Agghhhh, this is a filthy thing to do, she told herself but the rhythmic, butterfly friction of her slippery fingertip against her love bud was too good to stop! She squirmed down tight against the seat and increased her pace; she wasn't aware of her son's fevered eyes glittering out at her from his slitted lids.
Each time the young mother's arm moved, her skirt moved higher up her thighs. She stared down between her parted legs and caught sight of her finger disappearing inside the wet crotch band of her panties. She couldn't control herself any longer and a long, shuddering sigh escaped her as she thrust up inside her vagina to the last knuckle! Each stroke was sweeter than the last, she imagined her loving husband slipping in between her raised thighs and slowly, lovingly filling her shaking belly with his powerful shaft. There was only one problem about her lewd dream; the man over her kept changing and, in her heated imagination, she would find herself hugging and biting the strong shoulders of her beautiful son!
Oooohhhh you filthy, vile slut ... isn't there anything that is too foul for you? She tortured herself terribly but the awful vision refused to go away! The brunette shuddered as a new wave of passion numbed her conscience, allowing her to go on lifting her wet sex up to the imaginary thrusts of her darling son!
Some new tension in the car caught Sylvia's attention and she quickly glanced in the rear view but saw that Betty was still sound asleep. Satisfied, she darted a quick glance across at her son. For a long, terrible moment she stared with unbelieving eyes at the clear outline of his powerful erection!
The skintight jeans looked as if they were about to rip from the pressure of his hardon! She felt an insane urge to reach out and grip the tantalizing outline of her son's swollen prick. She fought the urge back into the pit of lewdness in her brain and tried to be rational. "Oh god," she whispered to herself, "do you think he saw what I was doing? Does he know, is that why he's hard like that?"
The distraught mother stared hard at her son, trying to see if he was really asleep or merely pretending. He might be asleep, she tried to reassure herself. Young boys often get hard for no reason, maybe it's his tight pants.
Sylvia jerked her finger away from the clinging folds of her sex. She only paused long enough to wipe her hand on her thigh before she tugged the skirt back in place and gripped at the wheel, her knuckles turning white with the tension.
The strident blare of a horn cut through her foggy mind and she hauled the car back into her own lane, just missing the car beside them.
Pay attention, pay attention, she commanded but it was so hard to obey. "Ohhh, it's terrible," she whimpered to herself as her frustrated desires boiled up inside of her. "Eight months darling," she whispered to the fading image of her late husband. "Eight months and I don't think I can wait any longer!"
Sylvia was shaken by the near miss with the car beside them. Looking up the road she saw the bright neon of a motel sign glowing in the early evening light. "Okay you guys, wake up! I'm pulling off here, you can get the rest of your night's sleep in a bed." She tried to appear casual as Betty slowly sat up and peered around.
Davey was careful not to just sit up, he forced a yawn and stretched his arms. Does she know I was watching her, he wondered. His thick cock was still throbbing in his jeans. Why did she stop so fast, did she see me? The handsome boy sat up and tried to appear groggy. Wait till I tell Betty, she's gonna flip!
Once they were off the freeway Sylvia realized she had little choice about where to stop; there was just the one motel, one cafe and two gas stations. "Whispering Pines Motel," the garish sign read. "Humphhh," Sylvia muttered, "I'll bet there isn't a pine tree within miles of this place!"
Davey and Betty stood beside the car, stretching their legs as Sylvia hurried into the office. Each step she took reminded her of how aroused her body was, her full thighs pressed the damp lips of her vulva together, trapping her throbbing clitoris between them, sending white-hot jolts of desire in her spine!
"Just you and two kids?"
Sylvia nodded, she didn't want to look at the big, burly man behind the counter. When she had walked in, she had seen that look on his face; all her life she had been aware of how men undressed her with their nasty eyes; it never bothered her before, but tonight the open invitation in this man's eyes made her shiver, made her flesh tingle over her raw nerve endings!
"Take number twenty, Mrs. Murray; one double bed and a pair of twins, our family special."
Silently she took back her credit card and accepted the key from him; her fingers brushed against his and she felt a shock jump between them. As she turned towards the door his heavy voice caught her and held her in mid-move. "If you need anything, Mrs. Murray, anything at all, just give me a yell, I'm here all night."
They quickly unpacked, then walked out to the cafe, enjoying the cool, clear night air. As they passed the office Sylvia couldn't resist the impulse and she looked in. The large, curly-haired manager smiled and gave her a half wave. All the way across the lot she could feel his eyes on her, feel them sliding down her body, prying inside of her to find the naked lust that still smoldered there!
The food was average but Sylvia hardly noticed. The brunette ate mechanically, her mind still far away. She tried not to think about sex but each time that she relaxed, filthy thoughts would creep in on her, filling her brain with slick visions of hard, thrusting organs! She fought it, but again and again the face of her smiling son would dazzle her. What's wrong with me? This trip was a mistake, I was fine at home; I had routine there, we never should have come away, not so soon!
First Betty then Davey took their showers and climbed into their pajamas. Sylvia studiously avoided staring at their naked bodies as they dressed. When she closed the door behind her, the young mother hurriedly stripped. She was eager for the soothing sting of the shower. For an instant she stared with distaste at her soiled panties; she shuddered and threw them into the basin to soak, then stepped under the warm jets of water to try and wash away the demons she felt still lurking inside her rounded body.
Outside; Davey waited until he heard his mother step into the shower, then slipped out of bed and crept over to his sister, Putting his lips against her ear he whispered to her. The little girl lay flat on the bed but as Davey went on she began to tense up and she suddenly sat up, the covers falling to her waist.
"You're kidding! You mean she was doing that, right then with the both of us in the car?" The pert little twelve-year-old searched her brother's eyes intently. "Wow, what a weird thing for her to do, Davey." She shook her short-cut blonde hair and grinned up at him. "Was it groovy? I'll bet you wished you could run and pound your own ... thing, like you do at home."
The handsome boy jerked back from his sister and stared at her in amazement. For a moment he didn't know what to say, he felt a hot blush cover his face and that made him angry!
"I ... I don't do that!" Even as he spoke, Davey heard the false note in his voice and stopped abruptly, he looked at Betty again and shook his head as he grinned sheepishly.
"You do so," his pretty little sister whispered, her wicked grin spreading wider. "I hear the bed springs squeaking at night. My room is right next to yours, remember?"
Under the warm sting of the shower, Sylvia scrubbed at her silky flesh. Using a rough motel washcloth, she tried to wipe the trembling feeling away. "Get control of yourself, damn you," she whispered. She scrubbed the cloth across her full, tingling breasts but the feel of the warm soapy water against her distended nipples only made that itch that hid in her belly grow worse!
The young mother didn't notice that Davey and Betty were still awake as they lay in their beds. For a brief moment she considered trying to go to sleep but the restless, hungry feeling in her body precluded that. Moving quietly she slipped into a light skirt and blouse, then she slipped out the door. Maybe a little walk will help me calm down, she told herself, avoiding the real reason why she was slipping out.
The door closed softly and they lay still, listening to their mother's fading footsteps. Finally Betty couldn't wait any longer. "I wonder where she's going," she whispered as she raced to the window and peeked out into the dark.
Davey was just a few steps behind her as he too searched the large motel parking lot for their mother. At first he was so intent on finding her that he didn't realize that he was pressing against his sister, then the warmth of her slim young body began to penetrate his thin pajamas. The contact with Betty shocked him but he made no effort to pull away, instead he glanced down at her to see if she felt it too. He had his answer in seconds! Betty's voice sounded shy and surprised when she whispered to him.
"Hey ... that feels sorta ... funny when you press against me like that ... what are you trying to do?" Davey didn't have an answer; he was surprised by his body's reaction to his sister and more than a little embarrassed but he still didn't want to move away! Betty squirmed a little, then giggled softly.
"It's getting hard, Davey, it feels ... weird." The handsome boy's eyes were shut and his muscles were tense as he continued to press against his sister's warm body, letting his penis harder and thrust against her warm flesh.
For once, Betty didn't have any smart remarks. He could feel her shiver a little and thought that she was pressing back against him, just a little. "I ... I'm only twelve, Davey ... I don't really know what you want me to do...." Davey's heart leapt in his chest and his hand reached out to touch her but the words finally sank in and he suddenly jerked himself away from her and ran for his bed!
Betty stood at the window, she had turned and was staring at him as he tried to avoid her gaze. Neither of them could think of a thing to say. Davey was shaken by his arousal and couldn't think of anything but the simple fact that he desired his sister!
Slowly, the small blonde girl padded across the carpet and sat down on the edge of her brother's bed. "Are you okay?" He didn't answer her. "I'm not mad ... or anything Dave ... it was ... nice."
There was a thick, tension-filled silence between them and Dave could only stare down at his hands in the darkness and try to gain some sort of control. Betty edged a little nearer, her knee brushed against his and he could smell the faint perfume that Mother let her use. The faint scene seemed to be all around him.
She didn't say anything at first. Davey was ashamed of himself but there was still that sudden, aching need inside of his body, his hard young organ still throbbed under his pajamas. A warm little hand found his and squeezed tight. Davey could feel the shaking in Betty's arm and his own excitement got worse!
"What do you think Mom is doing?" Suddenly Davey remembered why they had gone to the window in the first place. He was eager to change the subject and forget what happened, he leapt at the opening.
"I don't know Bets, she was so ... worked up this evening ... I just don't know...." Betty was still holding his hand and it made it a little hard for him to concentrate. "Maybe ... Maybe we should slip out and see if she's all right, what do you think?"
There was something exciting about the idea; the moment that the question was out of his mouth they both knew the answer! Betty giggled and raced over to slip on her robe and find her slippers. Davey found his robe and slippers by the bed and was waiting at the door as she hurried toward him, still tying the belt of her dark robe.
Outside they both paused for a moment; it was so dark and quiet! From time to time a pair of headlights would flash by in the night and the faint rumble of a motor would come to them. The cafe and the gas stations were still open but for some reason they didn't think that she would be there. Some inner instinct guided them quietly along the walk in front of the cabins. There was a light on in the office but when they came up to it, the manager wasn't in sight.
"Maybe she just ... went for a walk." Betty's voice didn't sound too certain as they stood, wondering what to do next.
"No, that's not it," Davey said in a whisper. He wasn't sure why but he just knew that the answer lay just around the comer of the building. "Shhhh . ... Come on." Before she could even question him, the tall boy caught his sister's hand and they tiptoed around the side of the office.
"Look, there's a window." Neither of them had to talk, they knew what they were going to do. This time it was Betty who led the way. The window was covered by a shade but they both noticed the opening at the bottom. Without a glance at each other, they slipped up closer and peeked in; their lives would never be the same after this moment!
The big manager stood close to her, Sylvia could feel the pure animal heat radiating from him as he stroked her neck. "Please, I don't want...." Her voice faded as his rude hand slipped inside the open neck of her blouse. The pretty brunette's knees almost buckled as his rough fingers found her swollen nipple and pinched!
"Shit, don't play games, honey. I've been a night manager too long not to recognize a bitch in heat when I see one." He grinned at Sylvia as he squeezed and milked at her burning breast. "You need it honey, old Frankie knows when his women need to be fucked, he can smell it! How long has it been since some loving stud topped you baby? How long has it been since somebody fucked your creamy ass clean off?"
Sylvia moaned and tried to make her muscles move but instead of pulling away, she sagged up against the strong, masculine frame and gloried at the feel of him!
"Ohhhhhgggggg, Please," she whispered as his rough thumb strummed across the sensitive cone of her breast. "Please ... oh god! Almost nine months Frankie ... unnnggggg!! I ... I need."
"You need to be fucked honey, that's the whole truth, isn't it? You need to have a dose of hard cock, baby, nine months is too damn long for anyone to wait!"
Sylvia whimpered as the man caught a firm grip on her buttocks and pulled her against his hard chest. "You need a good, heatedly fucking, mamma, Frankie knows; you didn't wear a bra or panties when you came to him. You came to get screwed, bitch, your pussy's sucking air and I'm the one to take care of it for you!"
Davey felt, his heart trying to beat its way out of his chest as he watched the man unzip his mother's skirt and push it down to the floor. He bit the tip of his tongue to keep from calling out as his lovely mother's blouse was undone and tossed aside, baring the twin mounds of firm, smooth flesh for them to see. He was vaguely aware of Betty as she stood beside him, he slipped an arm around her shoulders and pulled her closer as they watched. Sylvia was naked! Everything she had ever been taught about morals and morality seemed brittle and artificial to her now. The only reality was the powerful, male body that pressed so tightly against her. The only truth was her terrible need for him!
Frankie's shirt was already open, Sylvia made a soft groaning sound deep in her throat as her turgid nipples were scraped across the coarse, curly hairs of his chest.
"Ohhhh baby," the beautiful widow sighed as he slowly laid her on the table behind him, letting her shapely legs dangle. "You know what I want, don't make me beg for it, Frankie. Please!"
Instead of answering her, the big man stepped back, his open shirt fell from his shoulders. The aroused Sylvia almost purred when she heard the soft whir of his zipper. After a moment's wait, the young mother felt the hard body press up against her. She whimpered and lifted her legs, parting her full thighs wide for him.
"Here honey," his deep baritone rang in her ear. "Is this what you need?" Sylvia moaned happily as her hand was guided to a thick, rigid prick. "Is this the boy that'll make you happy?"
"Agggghhhhhh sweet baby," Sylvia sighed as she gripped the iron-hard shaft of the man's thick penis. "Ooooo! Give it to me. I want it, please Frankie, I'm begging, I need it so much!!"
Davey almost fell to the ground as he listened to his mother's impassioned pleading and saw her slim fingers guide the fat tip of the manager's prick between the wet folds of her labia. He found himself holding his breath as the pulpy glans forced into his mother's body, making her squirm on the table, her smooth thighs flexing and jerking upwards as Frankie speared her!
Without realizing what he was doing, the tall boy slipped a hand down the loose front of Betty's pajamas and his fingers found her small, apple-sized breasts! He barely noticed her startled gasp as he toyed with her, barely responded when her warm little hand slid up under his pajamas and rubbed in small circles on his chest.
Sylvia made guttural, grunting sounds while Frankie thrust deep inside of her. She clawed at his broad shoulders and lifted her pelvis, demanding that he plunge even deeper, demanding that he quench the terrible fires in her vagina with his wonderful hose!
"Please ... oh christ Betts," Davey murmured as he pulled his sister even closer. He found her hand and hammed it down inside the waistband of his pajamas, rubbing her childish fingers over the swollen shaft of his prick. "Please Betts, help me Ohhhhh!!"
Inside the room their mother groaned and sweated as she was serviced by the big stud of a man; outside the window, brother and sister panted and sighed as she pumped and stroked at the thick penis while his fingers pried and explored under her clothing.
"Oooooooo!!!" Sylvia moaned, her tone rose to a near-scream. "It's here ... OH GOD!!" The beautiful woman strained and tugged at his hips, trying to force more of his prick in her. "I'm cummminnnnnngggggg!"
At the same moment as his mother's screaming release, Davey moaned and threw his head back as his little sister's hand flashed up and down his cock; spurt after boiling spurt of white cum arched through the night air, falling back on her small fingers and wrist.
CHAPTER TWO
"All set? Make sure your doors are locked." Sylvia gunned the engine and they swiftly pulled away. No one said a word or even turned to look back at the motel as they left but each of them realized that they were leaving what they had been there and were starting out on a new and very different life.
Dave and Betty sat together in the back seat, they made sure that they didn't touch, leaving a wide space between them. Since they had jumped out of bed this morning they had been shy around each other. Twice during breakfast Davey had looked up and found Betty staring intently at him. Both times he had flushed a deep red and hurriedly looked the other way, just as she had.
Sylvia was so deep in her own thoughts that she hadn't noticed that there was a strain existing between her children. As she beautiful young mother drove down the smooth freeway she was aware of a relaxed, warm feeling throughout her body. Each time that she moved her arms or legs she could almost taste the delicious, relaxed feeling of contentment. Her fingers tightened on the wheel as she thought about that vulgar man and how smoothly he had lured her into that back room arid then calmly told her how much she needed him! The most embarrassing thing about the whole lewd episode was how easy it had been for him; he must think that she was the biggest slut that he had ever met!
"Is it good baby? Does old Frankie's big cock make you feel good?" His vulgar whispers still echoed inside her whirling brain and Sylvia shook her head impatiently at the warm, glowing sensation that bubbled up in her belly as she remembered the man's heavy, wrist-thick penis as it burrowed into her! The pretty mother wiggled against the seat, enjoying the feel of her firm buttocks rubbing against the slick upholstery.
Ooooohhhhh, I thought it would be better today, I thought that I wouldn't want it so much now, her inner voice whispered. Sylvia was puzzled and a little disturbed; instead of being satisfied by the powerful man's lovemaking, she was more in need than before! She couldn't control her mind and it ran and reran the night's events before her. Again and again she felt herself being pressed back onto the table, felt the smooth play of her muscles as her thighs lifted and parted. "I've got to stop thinking about these filthy things, it isn't healthy!"
Davey stared out the window, he was vaguely aware of the passing countryside but he too was lost in memory. Halfway through breakfast he gave up trying to forget what had happened. He was tortured with the memory of what he had seen and done. He too was living and reliving each sexy moment, watching his mother squeal and pant as that man took her, aware of each squeezing, rapid stroke of his sister's hand as she jacked him off! Christ, this is crazy, it was just a thing that happened, it isn't going to happen again. He tried to tell himself that, but deep in his heart, he wondered.
Betty squirmed in her seat and looked straight ahead, catching Dave's eye. She was aware that her brother was looking at her and felt a blush cover her cheeks. I won't look at him, I won't! She looked down at her hands but then instantly looked away, blushing more furiously than before. Just one look at her hand triggered the memory of what she had done! She could almost see Davey's hot cum glistening on her fingers as she jerked and pulled on his big thing. A little trickle of fear eddied about inside of her. She could remember how Mamma had moaned and wiggled when that man did it to her and she couldn't help but wonder what it would feel like to have one inside her own tight, virgin sheath. From that her mind would slide to Davey's spurting shaft, it was smaller than the man's, but even it shook her nerve when she thought about taking it!
"We'll be at Grandmother's house by afternoon so I don't think we have to rush." Sylvia's voice cut the tension that was swirling about in the car. "Do you still want to go swimming at the hot springs Betts?" She looked at her daughter in the mirror and saw her startled look as she responded. For a terrible instant Sylvia wondered if somehow Betty had seen ... but that was crazy, both of them were asleep when she had slipped out, they couldn't know.
"Oh! Yes I ... yes Mom, I'd still like to go." The sound of his sister's voice startled Dave, he couldn't control the reflex and turned to look at her. Their eyes met and locked. He wanted to look away but couldn't. His dark eyes searched her light blue gaze and, slowly, painfully, they smiled at each other, sealing that new bond they knew existed between them.
Betty felt a delicious chill race along her spine as Dave smiled at her, she remembered how nice his hands had been as they touched her body.
Wouldn't it be great if he put his finger in her like that again? There was a small answering throb from that little hard button between her hairless little labia. Ooooo, it made me feel so good when he touched me down there!
A new flush of embarrassment washed over the handsome boy when his sister smiled at him like that; he felt his prick give a jerk and it began to swell, filling the tight crotch of his jeans, poking out so that she could see it! He wished that he had something that he could cover his lap with, something to hide behind, but there was nothing. He squirmed and crossed his legs, trying to hide his pulsating erection from her twinkling eyes but it was useless, he could see her eyes drop down and widen a little as she saw the growing lump. She looked back at him and he was a little surprised at the humid, warm look she gave him.
"I'm going to stop here for gas, why don't you use the rest room Betts, and change into your suit. If you're going to go swimming Davey, you'd better change too."
"No ... I don't like swimming in hot water like that, Mom, I'll wait with you." Davey felt confused and uncertain. He knew that Betty was still peeking at his hardon and the idea excited and shook him at the same time. What the hell was he going to do?
Once the car was stopped, Davey slipped out of the back seat and into the front. Maybe it would go down if he knew that Betty wasn't staring at it like that. As he sat down he had to use his hand to move the stiff shaft aside, putting it into a more comfortable position. His mother didn't seem to even notice that he was sitting beside her, much less that he had a raging erection!
Once they were on the way again Davey felt a little better. He did his best not to think about his mother or his sister, he tried to make his mind a blank, tried to think about baseball, about school, but no matter what he started thinking about, he always ended up with soft, rounded bodies running naked through his fevered mind! There was nothing he could do to make his cock go soft and hide it the way that he wished he could.
Sylvia slid the big car back into traffic with practiced ease. A road sign announced the hot springs were only four miles up the road. Without wanting to do it, her mind drifted back to the times when she and Dad had gone to the springs, she smiled to herself as she remembered the laughter and the fun they always had together when they were growing up, how wonderful it had been to swim and play in the warm water, to feel Dan's impudent hands on her body when no one else was near....
No, don't start that again! The young mother scowled and sat up straighter behind the wheel. But it was too late to turn off the sweetest memories of her girlhood, she thought of her loving Dan as a strong, eager teen-ager and felt sad and alone. Was it wrong to marry your childhood sweetheart? Had she missed many things by loving only one man?
Somehow, Sylvia's memories not only brought back the way she and Dan were then, but his mother was there too. The beautiful brunette almost giggled when she remembered how much in awe she had been of Laura Murray. When she was a gawky, awkward girl the presence of Dan's regal, beautiful mother had been frightening. Laura was still a beautiful woman, her hair was silver gray but her body was well-formed, firm and upright. Last year they had all gone to the beach and she recalled how surprised she had been to see the youthful look of her mother-in-law's body as they dressed together.
"I take care of myself darling, there's no reason to let myself go, I'm still in the race you know." Sylvia frowned and nibbled at her lip when she remembered how Laura had stood posing for her, the filtered light of the dressing room played across her naked body, highlighting the proud lift of her full breasts, the flat planes of her belly. Now that she thought about it, Sylvia felt a tingle of illicit excitement. Laura had smiled softly at her and ran her hands over her breasts, the young widow could recall how the older woman's dark nipples snapped to rigid attention, like dark, blunt spikes.
Even as Sylvia forced her attention on the road ahead, she was aware of the thick, rising arousal in her body. Last night hadn't soothed her, that horrible, conceited man had brought her to a moaning, snapping orgasm twice but it hadn't soothed the nasty hungers that she knew were still at large inside her. But why would thinking about a naked woman excite her?
"You'd better get over in the next lane, Mom, we get off at the next exit." Davey's voice shocked Sylvia to instant alertness, she had been daydreaming again and that was dangerous. She glanced over at her son, looking to see if he was aware of how far away she had been. He wasn't looking at her, his head was turned, looking back to see if they had room to change lanes. Just before she dragged her eyes back to the road, the lovely mother found herself staring avidly at the heavy lump in her son's jeans, he was hard again!
They made the lane change and she drove up the exit ramp, her fingers gripped spasmodically at the wheel and she fought with the trembling, exciting feeling in her arms. Oh, this is awful, she whimpered to herself. What's happening to me, I feel like I'm losing my mind! She forced herself to concentrate while driving up the winding road to the springs.
When she came around the last curve she saw the old gate house standing just where it always had. "It looks just the same as it did when I was a girl," she said. "In fact I don't think they have even painted it since then!"
Once the admission had been paid, Sylvia drove carefully along the tree-lined road. She parked under some wide, shady trees and shut off the engine. It was still early and there was no one else in the rustic, quiet dell. For a moment all three of them sat listening to the sound of birds singing, the sound of the wind in the trees. Betty finally broke the silence.
"Well, you two lazy people can just sit around and snooze, I'm going swimming!" She grinned at both of them as she stepped out of the car. She stopped for a moment to adjust her bathing suit, unaware that there were two, hungry sets of eyes on her, searching every inch of her slim, child-like body.
Davey hardly noticed that Betty had run from the car and was wading out into the spring. His imagination was working like a well-oiled machine and he couldn't stop the images that were slipping into his mind, setting off small bursts of excitement with each new vision. The tall boy stretched back in his seat, his eyes closed and he dreamed of his sister stripping the clinging suit from her slender body, he could almost feel the smooth texture of her little cupcake breasts as he imagined her standing naked before him. A warm, surging sensation began deep in his balls and his flaccid penis began to rise again, jerking and twitching in its effort to stand upright inside his tight clothing.
Sylvia fidgeted in her seat and tried to relax. She didn't want to swim this morning but just sitting here wasn't what she wanted either. Nervously her eyes flitted around the familiar clearing, she recognized every tree, every clump of brush and each familiar thing triggered memories that upset her. Over there, that thick stand of willows on the far bank, that was where Dan and I first. ... The sudden spasm inside her vagina shocked her. She almost cried out as the muscles in her love sheath pulled tight at the memory! At the same instant she became aware of an unpleasant, swollen feeling all over her body. Her breasts felt hot and too large for her bra, the nipples were swollen and scratched against the material. Her plump labia filled with blood and pressed against her tight panties as they tried to open. Warm, slick drops of fluid oozed out of the neck of her vagina and she almost cried in shame and frustration!
Sylvia tried desperately to stop the train of lewd thoughts that began to race across her mind's eye but they came too fast and too varied for her to contend with. She shifted in the seat but it didn't help calm the excited reaction of her flesh. She peeked sideways at Davey, wondering if he could sense her discomfort but it was a mistake; her eyes fastened on her son's groin and she felt her throat tighten as she stared at his straining prick.
Davey wasn't aware that his mother was watching him, he felt cramped and uncomfortable as he tugged at his throbbing hardon, trying to find a comfortable position for it.
Sylvia heard her voice and the words she was saying long before she realized that she had spoken. She was shocked at herself but was unable to stop, it was as if she were merely a passenger inside her body, unable to alter or steer its course.
"Don't ... pull at yourself like that, Davey ... I mean ... you might hurt yourself that way." She was stunned at her boldness and ashamed when she saw his startled, embarrassed reaction.
"Oh! I'm ... sorry Mom...." He jerked upright in the seat, his face turning a bright red as she stared at him. She couldn't keep her eyes on his face, they refused to be still and slipped down his lean young frame until they found the thick lump under his clothing.
"It's ... all right Dave, I didn't mean it the way that you think. I mean that...." She couldn't go on, she didn't dare tell him what she actually wanted to say. "I ... I've noticed that you've been ... hard all morning and ... yesterday." The beautiful mother felt her own face flush and she stammered then stopped in confusion.
A fine beading of sweat popped out on Davey's brow; he cursed himself as he felt the flush deepen on his face and neck. "Yeah ... it's the tight pants I suppose Mom ... I ... I don't know."
Sylvia had to swallow hard to control herself, she felt her heart hammering inside her chest, her body seemed to vibrate like a tuning fork. "It's natural, darling, don't be embarrassed. It's the most natural thing in the world." She knew what she was doing but she couldn't stop herself. Something inside of her seemed to be in control as she moved and her voice sounded in her ears again.
"It's not good to keep it all bound up like that, son," she said softly. Her muscles pulled her out from under the wheel and she inched closer to him as her lips moved again. "You could hurt yourself like that, really son, you should wear looser clothes, really you should." She trembled as she slipped one arm around her beautiful young son's shoulders and felt the warmth of his body next to hers. She couldn't fight it, couldn't fight the memory of Dan; Davey was so much like him, so much like him in every way!
He won't know what I'm doing, he won't know, he's a good boy, he won't guess! The vile thoughts were clamoring inside of her. Sylvia looked down and watched in sick amazement as her free hand reached out and patted his stomach, inches from the straining waistband of his jeans. "Oh dear god, he mustn't guess!"
"It's all right darling, there's no one else around, just loosen your jeans, it's not good for you to be ... like this." Davey didn't make a move beside her and she couldn't wait any longer! Her fingers shook as she fumbled with the tight top button of the pants, but she finally managed to free it. Deliberately, carefully she pulled the brass zipper down the front, opening his fly to her eager eyes, it was beautiful!
The moment that his mother had the zipper down, Davey's turgid penis snapped free of its confinement and jerked upright, brushing against the back of her hand! The handsome boy clenched his teeth and fought against the groan that welled up in his chest.
"Oh ... Dave ... don't you wear any underwear?" Sylvia felt her belly chum as she stared down at the thick, pulsating pole that grew up out of her loving son's groin. She saw the fat, swollen, deep red glans, she gazed at the bright, trembling drop of his lube that shone in the parted slit. Her greedy eyes worked down the hard, smooth column of the shaft, tracing the swollen, blue veins that encircled it. Only a few dark and curly hairs marred the marble white surface. "Ooooohhhhhhh, wasn't it wonderful?"
Dave lost his battle and moaned softly as he tried to cover the shameful erection with his palm, he intended to stuff it back in his jeans and bolt from the car, he couldn't just sit here like this.
Sylvia read his thoughts and put a restraining hand on his wrist. "Don't be ashamed Dave, it's natural, I understand." Slowly his hand dropped away and she found herself gazing lovingly at him. "But, you shouldn't leave it ... hard like that son ... it isn't healthy ... I mean ... well, you understand, don't you?"
Davey felt frozen, he couldn't speak, he couldn't move, he sat staring at his lovely mother, her words rattled about inside his train like dried seeds. All he was truly aware of was the warmth of her body and the gentle pressure of her full breast against his arm! He wanted to speak, wanted to reach out and pull her towards him but he just couldn't move!
Sylvia suddenly felt strangely cool and remote. All her fright seemed to evaporate, leaving her calm and determined. She smiled softly at Davey and inched still a little closer, enjoying the sensation as her body pressed against his. Her hand moved slowly, deliberately down until she could encircle his pulsating shaft with her thumb and forefinger. They both sighed happily as her fingers tightened around him and she began the slow, even stroke that would relieve him. For an instant the lovely mother felt her son's body tighten and she was afraid that he would try to break away but the tension faded and he seemed to relax as she tenderly frigged her fingers up and down his thick penis.
"It will be better soon, darling," she murmured in his ear. Dan had taught her to do this, now she was happy that she could help Davey, pleased that she could tend and care for him as she should. "Just relax son," she whispered in his ear as she increased the pace a little. "Let Mother take care of this big problem for you, just relax and let her...."
There was a deep, throbbing sensation in Sylvia's body; at first she tried to ignore it as she masturbated the bloated prick in her hand but the feeling grew and grew until she couldn't ignore it any longer. Gently the young widow squeezed her round thighs together, forcing the slick, excited folds of her vulva to trap and press her hard clitoris. That squeezing sensation rewarded her so nicely that she did it again and again, establishing a steady rhythm that was rapidly bringing her swirling senses to a climax!
"It isn't healthy to ignore your body, son," she whispered, refusing to think about the real reason she was touching him like this, helping him like this! "You should never cause yourself strain or discomfort like that." She heard her voice babbling on and on, spewing out nonsense as she jerked and stroked at his beautiful cock. It helped her to keep on whispering and talking to him, it stilled her conscience, lept her from thinking about the lewd thing she was doing to her own son!
Davey was breathing as if he had run a mile. He tried to calm himself, tried to relax and make it last but each warm, firm stroke of his mother's hand was almost more than he could stand. He remembered how he had spouted and jetted sperm into the air when Betty did this for him, if he did that here it would get all over everything but, as she masturbated him, as she squeezed and pressed her excited thighs together, he was rapidly coming to the point of no return! He groaned and pressed tightly against her, feeling her firm breast pressing into his chest. He wanted to touch it, to feel for himself how nice it was. He stared down at his mother, she was looking down into his lap, her gaze intent on his dripping prick.
"Ohhhhh Mom, that's so nice," he managed to breathe. His courage flared up and before he could lose it again, his hand darted out and cupped his mother's warm breast!
"Ouuuuuggggggghhh!! Davey, please ... darling I'm just trying to help you ... don't touch me like that ... it's wrong darling, don't put your hands on me ... I'm your mother ... I....
OhhhhHHHHH!!!" Her protests died in her throat as his strong young fingers slipped inside her blouse and under her bra. Rough fingertips found a nipple and pinched. The beautiful brunette groaned and her hand flashed up and down her son's ivory-white penis! She gripped him harder, pulling his flesh up and down the gristle, watching with undisguised lust as his firm young balls danced and jiggled in response.
"Is it nice, son?" her whisper hissed in the close air of the car. "Am I doing it right for you? Oh son, oh this is so nice ... but it's wrong, you know it's wrong don't you? You mustn't tell, Davey, no one must ever know that I ... helped you like this, they wouldn't understand, they would think ... well, you must never tell on me!" He had managed to slip one of her firm, tingling breasts free of the confining bra and his strong hand squeezed and molded it, sending small rockets of sensation up and down her spine.
"Ohhhhh Mamma, oh! I'm going to ... shoot it, Mom, look out!" Sylvia heard her son's agonized whisper and felt his hot cock twitch and jerk in her hand. She saw his round balls slowly pull up and knew that the end was near!
Her purse lay beside her and she managed to pull a dainty hankie out and press it against his plum-shaped glans just as the first white burst of his cum shot out of the tip. She slapped her thighs together and groaned in unison with her writhing son as her own thrilling orgasm ripped through her veins like boiling mercury!
"Ohoooo!!" She moaned and her body vibrated in ecstasy, her hand moved up and down in a blur as she milked the thick, hot cum from her beautiful son's balls. She could feel it warm and wet against her palm as he filled the handkerchief and wet it totally with his thick spurts. "Oh, it's so lovely Davey, so hot and thick! Don't tell darling, don't tell on Mamma...!"
There was a splashing along the shore and they both watched as Betty clambered up the bank and stooped to pick up her towel. They sat on opposite sides of the car, a thick, nervous tension filled the void between them. Davey hadn't spoken a word to her since his climax. Sylvia could still feel the delightful ripples of her own orgasm as little after-bursts of sensation would creep up on her. Inside herself there was a heavy, dead feeling; it was almost as if it had been a dream, she wished it was a dream but the warm, wet hankie she was clutching told her it was no dream! Her own son's sticky semen covered her fingers and seemed to stain her entire mind and body as well.
"It was great! You should have gone in, you just don't know how great it was!" The back door slammed and Betty was back.
CHAPTER THREE
Some of the excitement generated by their arrival had faded and Sylvia stood alone in her room. Outside, she could hear laughter and talking as Davey and Betty brought their Grandmother up to date on all that had happened since they had seen her last. The beautiful mother stared at her image in the mirror as if it were the first time she had ever seen her own face.
How could you do it? The question echoed and re-echoed in her tortured conscience. You masturbated your own son, you gave your own son sexual pleasure! The knowledge of the awful thing she had done burned inside of her, she felt ashamed and sickened by her behavior in the car.
A long burst of laughter outside the window caught her attention and Sylvia stared out. Laura sat back in a lawn chair, Davey and Betty sat on stools to either side of her, the older woman was smiling fondly at each in turn, she had an arm around Davey's broad shoulders. Sylvia stared at her son with stricken eyes and remembered the terrible tension in the car for that last few miles. She didn't think that Betty had been aware of the charged current that ran between Davey and herself but she had. As she stared at her handsome boy, a warm glow began to build back up inside her belly. She could remember the hot, hard texture of his organ, recall how he had stiffened and groaned as she pumped her fist up and down.
Without thinking, Sylvia reached into the pocket of her sweater and her fingers closed around the hankie that still lay there. She recalled the shaking sensation as her own tremendous orgasm had lashed at her and wished that she could cry. Her fingers turned the crumpled hankie over and over. She could feel the dried, starchy spots where his semen was and she slowly drew the wadded cloth out into the open. The young widow stared intently at the stained scrap of cloth and couldn't deny the sharp, racing thrill of desire that shook her. Guilt stabbed at her as she peeked out the window again and stared at her son. Visions of naked bodies and stiff, demanding cocks flooded her mind and she moaned in soft desire as her vagina began to coat itself with the smooth dew of her love juices.
I can't think about him like that, she whispered to herself, but even as she thought that, she was pressing the hankie smeared with her handsome son's cum against her cheek, her free hand pressed sensuously against her tingling mound. "I can't ever do a thing like that again, never!"
Davey smiled at his grandmother and laughed at some silly thing that Betty had just told her but the boy had other things on his mind. The heat of his grandmother's bare arm across his shoulders had started something inside of him. It was confusing, thoughts of how great it had been when Mom jacked him off, of Betty's warm little hand relieving the tensions in his body, his mother's naked body writhing and moaning under that man back at the motel. All those thoughts were bunched up in his mind and he couldn't seem to get them straight. He glanced at his grandmother and realized that he had a new problem, as if there weren't enough already!
"Sounds like you had a nice time, are you glad that you're here now? I've got all sorts of great ideas about things to do, James and I have all kinds of trips to go on and places to see." As she spoke she recrossed her legs and Davey felt his prick twitch as he stared up at his grandmother's shapely thighs!
Christ, I thought all grandmothers were nice little old ladies, how come I have to have one that still looks like a sharp chick? A wicked, evil thought began wiggled in his brain as she threw her shoulders back against the chair and seemed to be offering him one of her large, firm-looking breasts. Was it his imagination or were her hands touching him with some special tenderness? When they came in she had stopped in the door and stared hard at him. He shook his head slightly and tried not to think about it. That ... thing with Mom must have shook me worse than I thought it had.
Grandmother's mention of "James" had interested Betty. The little twelve-year-old had been watching her grandmother's handyman out of the corner of her eye ever since they had arrived. He was so big and handsome! For some reason she wondered if the man was more than just an employee; one look at her grandmother told the child that she was still more than capable of caring for the house and driving the car, why did she need a housekeeper and this man?
"Why don't you go in and tell Mrs. Williams what you'd like for supper, Betty," Laura Murray said. She smiled at Betty and patted her hand. "That can be one of your jobs today." She turned to Davey and smiled, her fingers tightening at the back of his neck, making goose pimples rise up on his flesh. "While she does that, you and I can go for a little walk in the garden, all right big boy?"
Davey was excited, he didn't have a reason that he could point to but there was just something about the way that his grandmother looked at him that made his heart beat faster and made his young balls tingle with anticipation!
They walked hand in hand down the path until they were out of sight of the house. Neither of them had spoken but Davey was more than aware of the fact that his grandmother was a woman; he felt her firm thigh brush against his as they tried to walk side by side on the narrow path and the touch of her body made his teen-aged penis stir and try to come to a stand.
"Do you have a girl friend back home, Dave?" The sound of her voice startled him and Davey stopped walking and looked at her handsome face. He felt confused and embarrassed.
"I ... uh ... no real steady girl, grams, not now anyway." She had a faint smile on her lips as she turned to him and cupped his chin with her hand, making him look directly at her.
"You don't have to call me Grams or Grandmother, Davey. It was all right when you were a little boy, but now that you've grown you can call me Laura, your father always did, you know." Davey couldn't think of anything to say and simply shrugged. Laura smiled again and kissed him lightly on the lips. "You look so much like him Dave, I can almost believe that you are him, especially when you look all scowling and uncomfortable, like now."
She kissed him again and her firm breasts pressed into his chest as she did. The kiss lingered a little longer and his discomfort grew in proportion with his organ as it strained against his jeans. Laura took a half step backward and lovingly looked him up and down. Her eyes seemed to linger longer at his crotch and Davey knew that she could see his excited condition. Her green eyes flicked back up to his face and there was a gleam of interest and amusement there. "You are growing into a man, aren't you darling?"
Davey flushed a deep red and wished that the earth would open up and swallow him, but his grandmother pretended not to notice. She slipped an arm into his and started walking back to the house. "We had better get back before Betts orders a seven-course dinner and Lily decided to quit her job!"
The walking helped and the handsome boy was relieved to feel his erection slowly soften; it would have gone away entirely if Laura hadn't bumped against him as they walked. The firm feeling of her flesh rubbing against him kept the small desires glowing despite everything he tried to do to stop them.
In the kitchen, Dave gratefully sat at the table while his grandmother talked to the housekeeper sitting at the table helped him hide his semi-stiff penis.
"Well that sounds fine Lily, we'll have that, about even?" The prim-looking housekeeper nodded and turned back towards the sink. Dave found himself fascinated by the woman. She was short, with dark hair that was piled up on top of her head in a severe bun. Her face seemed to be sharp and angular but she had a rounded, well-formed body. Twice he had found the housekeeper staring at him and the woman's intense stare made him a bit uncomfortable. He wasn't sure what she thought of him, or what she thought of anything for that matter. Lily didn't seem to let any emotions show, not even to Grandmother Murray.
After dinner, Sylvia had managed to regain her composure. She was laying on the wide bed in the main guest room, trying to sleep, when there was a soft knock at the door and, before she could answer, the door opened and Laura walked in.
The tall woman stopped and carefully closed the door before she turned and walked over to the bed; she smiled at Sylvia and sat down beside her. Sylvia felt uncomfortable and nervous around Laura, she always had. She almost flinched when the older woman ran a warm, smooth hand across her forehead, brushing her hair back.
"I wanted to have a little chat with you darling, do you mind?" Wordlessly the beautiful young mother shook her head and stared into the classic face of her mother-in-law.
"I've been worried about you, Sylvia, I'm very glad that you decided to come for this visit ... I think that you've been alone and grieving far too long." She saw the startled look on Sylvia's face and smiled, her knowing fingers worked softly at the woman's temples. "Dan was a wonderful man darling, I was his mother and I should know, but he's gone and you are far too much of a person to simply bury yourself. You need love and frankly I think that you need ... sex!"
Sylvia would have pulled away and sat up but Laura shook her head and gently pressed her back against the pillow, her hands stayed on her shoulders and she went on speaking.
"I don't know how much Dave told you about our home life darling, I rather doubt that he told you very much at all. Oh I know that you were around a great deal, you were his girl and all, but I don't think that you knew what our total relationship was like."
Sylvia was suddenly struck with the truth of what Laura was saying; now that she looked back, she realized that Dan had always managed to keep a barrier between her and the rest of his family. She looked at Laura with new interest in her eyes.
"I knew Dan as well as any mother knows her son and more! We were very close darling and I know that he wouldn't have wanted you to put yourself in mothballs like this, he would have insisted that you find a lover at least!"
"Laura, please!" Sylvia was shocked but she couldn't deny the thought. Her guilty imagination flashed over the events of last night and this morning and she blushed furiously! "Please Laura, you have no right to tell me...." The older woman laughed softly and pressed a warm finger across her lips, hushing her.
"I'm not thinking about my rights darling, I'm speaking as a friend and the mother of your late husband. My, how tense and uptight you are! Here, roll over and let me massage those shoulders while I tell you a little secret."
Suddenly Sylvia lost all her urge to struggle, she meekly allowed Laura to roll her over on her tummy and sighed as she felt the strong hands working gently at the stiff muscles of her neck and shoulders. After a few moments she began to relax and feel a little better.
"While he was growing up, Dan's father was gone a great deal. He always provided very well for us, Sylvia, but he was a busy man. Dan had to be the man around the house, I ... depended on him in so many ways."
Laura's soft voice soothed her, Sylvia felt the woman's hands moving up and down her back, strong fingers found her stiff muscles and worked them until they were soft and supple.
"Dan and I became close, closer than mother and son are ever supposed to be. Do you understand what I am saying, Sylvia?"
The young mother had been lulled into a pleasant, hazy state and the full meaning of Laura's statement wasn't clear at first. Sylvia rolled over and stared up at the handsome, gray-haired woman. "I ... I don't think I do understand, Laura. What do you mean by ... close?"
Instead of looking flustered, Laura looked as if she might break out laughing! Before she spoke again the older woman leaned down and kissed Sylvia's parted lips. For one, blazing moment, the lovely brunette felt a warm tongue dart out and touch hers!
"I mean darling that from the time that he was fourteen until the day he died in that wasteful, foolish car wreck, Dan was my lover! He took such lovely care of mother while daddy was gone!"
At first Sylvia was stunned by Laura's calm admission. Her breath was caught in her throat as she stared at the smiling woman's face, then a hot, embarrassed feeling washed over her and she tried to pull away but Laura easily held her down against the bed. The older woman's eyes snapped with excitement.
"No! Don't say anything, Sylvia, don't make a judgment until you've heard it all, you may be surprised at how you feel about me and about Dan after you've heard me out!"
Sylvia started to speak anyway but Laura clapped a palm across her opening mouth. "I said don't speak and I meant it! You are going to hear it all, Sylvia, it's for your own good, I can tell you need to know, I can taste it!"
Suddenly the young mother felt afraid and she stopped struggling; Laura had always been able to handle her, now was no exception.
"Don't make snap judgments, Sylvia, can't you see how perfect it was? I was so lonely, I needed someone, darling, but I couldn't bring myself to be unfaithful to his father. Dan was so like Tom that it didn't seem so wrong! My son was a wonderful lover, as you well know, and I should know, I taught him."
Sylvia was so stunned that she barely noticed that Laura was undoing her blouse buttons, once they were open she allowed the older woman to pull her to a sitting position. She felt like a small child as knowing hands slipped behind her and undid the catch to her bra. The stiff cloth hung limp and she was vaguely aware of the cool, night air washing over her bare breasts as the woman helped her lay back against the pillow.
"There, you'll be more comfortable this way." Laura gazed at her full, round breasts. "You have such a beautiful body, Sylvia," Laura's warm hands moved confidently and covered both of Sylvia's hard nipples. "Doesn't that feel nice, Sylvia, doesn't it feel good?"
"What ... why are you doing this to me?" Sylvia heard the doubt and the weakness in her voice but it was too late to try and mask her feelings-she was helpless!
"Don't you see darling, I'm trying to show you a new life style. I'm trying to tell you of the wonderful freedom that I've discovered." She leaned forward again and brushed her lips over the taut, fevered flesh of Sylvia's breasts. "I'm trying to show you a lovely solution, an alternative to the lonely sadness that you have now."
"But ... but Laura ... you're talking about ... incest!!" Just hearing that awful word coming from her own lips made Sylvia tremble. Despite her upset emotions, sudden flashes of Davey's smooth, hard penis raced through her mind and she felt blind panic tying her whole being into a helpless knot!
"Don't, don't torture yourself with foolish, outdated labels Sylvia." Laura's voice had the snap of command and the young mother was amazed to find that it helped her calm down. "I am talking about freedom! I am talking about taking love and comfort where you find them!" Her hands worked Sylvia's firm breasts so nicely, the young widow couldn't hide the sigh of pleasure that burst out of her.
"Ooohhhhh ... what are you doing? Why are you ... touching me like this?" The lovely brunette's back arched up off of the bed as her beautiful mother-in-law tweaked and pulled at her hard, cone-like nipples. Sylvia moaned again, it felt sooo gooooodd!!
"This is what I'm trying to show you. I'm showing you freedom Sylvia, freedom for two lonely women to share love with each other, just as you have the freedom to share it with your handsome son, as I did! Open yourself, Sylvia! Your life is passing and it's a crime to let even a moment of it escape untasted!"
Sylvia twisted under the sweet torment of Laura's touch, she heard the roaring sound of pounding blood in her ears and it was so hard to force her confused brain to think.
"You're ... you're a woman! Laura I ... women can't...." The older woman cut her off sharply, a hard, determined look on her face.
"Yes they can! That's just what I've been telling you, women can love-other women, sons, daughters! That's the very freedom, the gift you and I have Sylvia, we can love!" Laura's hands dropped away and she quickly stood up by the side of the bed. Sylvia was so stunned that she couldn't move, she lay half naked on the bed and watched her mother-in-law strip her own clothing away!
This is a dream, it isn't really happening. Sylvia kept on telling herself that, but it was no dream! The lovely brunette felt the obscene arousal stirring inside herself as she avidly stared at Laura's beautiful, mature body.
First Laura threw aside her own blouse, she wore no bra and Sylvia was amazed to see how firm and shapely the older woman's pear-shaped breasts were. She couldn't draw her gaze away from the long, dark nipples that stood rigid and proud. Laura smiled down at her and cupped each' breast, squeezing them, exciting herself. Then urgent fingers plucked at her waist and her skirt suddenly fell to the floor, baring Laura's flat belly, her thick curly patch of gray pubic hair, to Sylvia's eager stare!
"Oohhhh, this is going to be so nice, Sylvia, I've wanted to be with you since the first moment Dan brought you home but he would never let me touch you, never let me show you how nice I can be!"
"Oooooo ... no ... please Laura," Sylvia whimpered as the excited woman began to tug her loosened skirt down over her hips. She tried to wiggle away but that only helped. She pushed at her mother-in-law's silky, bare shoulders, trying to make her stop, but she felt so weak, she couldn't stop the hands from teasing, from arousing her!
"It will be so nice darling, this will be your first lesson in the free and open acceptance of love; I'll make it so nice for you!"
The young mother dazedly watched her skirt fly across the room and then moaned as the excited older woman pressed firmly against her burning mound! She was still wearing her panties but they were no protection against Laura's probing, touching fingers. In a matter of a few, vibrating moments the older woman was able to stroke and press the last ounce of resistance out of her as she rubbed the slick panty material over her swollen, throbbing clitoris!
In the kitchen, Davey stood in the doorway and looked in. At first he didn't see anyone and was about to leave when a low, husky voice startled him.
"Can I help you, boy?" Davey spun around to find Lily, the housekeeper, sitting at the table with a coffee cup in her hand.
"Uhh ... yes, I was looking for my sister...." He was aware of the woman's dark eyes on him and felt uneasy.
"The little girl went to bed, she'd had a long day." Suddenly Lily smiled at him and Dave realized that he had never seen her smile or show any emotion before. "Sit down, boy, I'll give you some nice pie and a glass of milk."
"Oh ... well thanks, Mrs. Williams, but I think I should hit the sack myself." Before he could turn away from the door, Lily was out of her chair and standing beside him. She put her hand on his wrist. She gently pulled him over to the table and pushed him into a chair-Davey didn't know what to do.
"Sit down, all growing boys need a snack before they go to bed." Davey sat; he didn't want any pie but it was obvious that she wanted him to stay and there was no reason for him to be rude.
Lily moved about the kitchen behind him, the tall boy heard a glass clink and heard the rattle of plates. He sat very still, not wanting to stare at the small woman.
"Here, try this," the husky voice was so close to his ear that Davey was startled! Lily leaned over him and he caught a whiff of her musky perfume, at the same instant he felt her hard breast pressing against his shoulder.
Lily came around the table and sat on the edge. For a long moment her dark eyes searched his as she took a sip of her coffee. "I'm glad that you came for a visit," Lily said. Davey noticed her leg begin to swing as she perched beside him. "It's nice to have someone new to ... talk to, it gets lonely way out here."
Davey wanted to leave, the woman's dark, expressionless eyes made him nervous. "This is good pie," he managed to mutter as he took another bite. Lily smiled and nodded in response.
"Sure, I make good pies...." Her smile flashed again. "Everything I do, I do well."
Davey concentrated on eating the pie and drinking the cold glass of milk. As he did, he was aware that the small woman was watching his every move. She didn't speak until he pushed the empty plate back and stood, making sure that he didn't brush against her.
"You're almost fifteen, aren't you?" The handsome boy nodded and waited politely. She stood up and moved closer to him. "Only fifteen and look how tall you are. I think you must be at least six inches taller than I am."
The little woman moved even closer and pretended to be measuring him. She placed both hands on his forearms and he shivered when he felt her breasts brush against his lean belly. "Your arms feel strong too, you're quite a boy, Davey."
Davey wanted to say something to her but his tongue seemed frozen, he couldn't utter a sound. Lily's voice went even lower, almost to a whisper. "It gets very lonely here, boy, I've been waiting for a chance to talk to you." Her breasts pressed hard against him this time, he could feel the warmth glowing against his flesh. "Does it feel nice when I stand close to you like this?"
The boy felt his eager cock swell and move in his jeans, he looked down at her and nodded helplessly. "God, put your arms around me. See? I don't bite, do I?" Davey felt a blush cover his face as he clumsily hugged her a little tighter. She felt so nice all mashed up against him, but what would she do if she noticed how hard he was getting? He didn't have to wait long to find out!
"Ummmm, I feel something big and hard," she whispered as she melted against him. "Have you ever been with a woman, pretty boy? Have you ever been in bed with a woman who wants to make you feel good, wants to teach you to feel good?"
Lily's blunt question startled him. "I ... uhh ... no Mrs. Williams, I never...." Davey felt awkward and foolish standing there-was she teasing him, trying to make fun of him?
It was almost as if the small woman could read his mind, her arms encircled his waist as she whispered up at him. "I'm not playing games, Davey, I want to make you feel good." She dropped her arms and wiggled free of his fumbling hands. "Come with me, boy, come on!" He could see the excitement in her face now.
Lily took him by the hand and led him towards a door at the back of the kitchen. At the door she paused and looked back behind them. Once the small woman was sure that no one saw them, she opened the door and motioned for him to go in ahead of her.
Davey stood in the center of the room and stared around him. There was only one dim light, a small lamp beside the bed, the lamp had a dark shade on it and it cast a faint, rosy glow over the wide bed. There were other things in the room but all the excited boy could concentrate on was the wide bed that stood in front of him. He heard the click of the door closing behind him and one of the woman's small hands caught ahold of his wrist. Her low voice purred in his ear as her thumb worked back and forth against his skin.
"Come here boy, just relax and leave it all to Lily." She stopped beside the bed and began to unbutton his shirt. Davey made a move to help her but she gently pushed his hands away. "I'll do it, boy, you just relax and let me make it nice for you."
In moments the eager woman had his shirt off, she paused a second to run her hands over his smooth, hairless chest, then she attacked his belt buckle. The belt fell open and deft fingers found the tab on his fly, she pulled the zipper and, as she did, she leaned forward to lightly kiss his bare chest.
Davey shuddered at the woman's kiss and for some reason he remembered how he had trembled when his mother pulled that same zipper just this morning. He was here, in another woman's bedroom and he was still thinking about his mother!
Lily slowly knelt before him and tugged his loose jeans down his thighs. Davey stared down at her and found her wide, dark eyes fastened on his face, she was watching his every reaction as she stripped him naked.
"You have a pretty cock, boy," Lily whispered to him. Her hot eyes never left his face as she leaned forward and calmly kissed the fat tip! Davey gasped and felt his knees wobble as her warm lips pressed against him there. "Lay down baby, just lay back and watch." The teen-aged boy was in a daze as she pressed him back on the wide mattress. She held his throbbing prick for a moment, running her hand up and down the shaft in firm strokes.
"Watch boy, take a good look at me," she whispered as she unzipped her dress. She pulled the loosened dress off of her shoulders and down over her hips. Lily stood before him dressed in nothing but a bra and panties. Davey's eyes darted down to her groin, her dark patch of pubic hair formed a shadowy triangle behind the thin fabric of her panties. She smiled as she undid the bra and threw it to one side.
"Do you like them?" she whispered as she cupped both of her breasts and seemed to be offering them to him. She didn't want for an answer as her hands dropped to her waist and slipped the thin panties down over her swelling hips until they dropped out of sight to the floor.
Davey's heart was beating hard, he was having trouble breathing as the small woman slipped up on the bed and pressed her warm, smooth flesh against his. "Now go slow baby," she whispered, "go slow and let me show you how wonderful it can be." One warm hand encircled his prick as the other pressed gently at his head, guiding his willing mouth down to a dark, hard nipple. "Suck it baby, make it nice for me too. that's the secret, boy, we both have to have fun or it's no good." Her knowing fingers frigged up and down his swollen shaft, making him sigh happily. He mouthed and pulled at her rubbery nipple, enjoying the sensations and touches of love.
Sylvia lay sprawled on the bed, her whole body vibrated and trembled as Laura ran her palms along the insides of her splayed thighs.
"Oooooo, don't Laura, we shouldn't do this I ... Oghhhhg! Please Laura, don't touch me there. I'm not like that Laura ... I don't want you to do that to me!"
The older woman smiled and pressed both forefingers against the beautiful brunette's swollen vulva, pressing the folds together, eagerly watching the shimmering drops of her love fluid ooze out and run into the thick dark curls of her pubis. "But I have to do it for you, darling," she purred as she bent forward, her hair brushing against Sylvia's sensitive thighs. "This is why I invited you. It's time, Sylvia, it's time that you find real love, you need it, Davey and Betty need it and you have to help!"
"Ohh don't!" Sylvia felt her resistance crumbling away as she helplessly watched Laura's handsome face press in between her thighs. Desperately she pushed against her mother-in-law's silver hair as she felt the first, thrilling probe of a warm, wet tongue. "That's dirty, you shouldn't ... oooOOOOO!!!" Her hands weren't pushing any longer. Her fingers twisted in the other woman's hair and she pulled, trying to force more of that wonderful tongue inside of her twitching, dripping pussy!
"Slow baby, that's right, slow and easy." Davey heard the low, intense instructions as he knelt over Lily's exciting body. Her hand guided him, fitted the swollen glans between her damp, slick lips. He groaned as he felt the warm grip of her sheath on the head. "Now baby, now easy," Lily whispered as she pulled at his ass, helping him, showing him the way into her eager body!
CHAPTER FOUR
The sun was shining outside her window, the birds were singing happily, but Sylvia lay stiff and miserable in her bed. She had been awake for a long time but she didn't want to get up. If she got out of bed now she would have to face the world and she couldn't do that, not now!
The young mother rolled over and just that little movement made her aware of her body. She could feel the smooth, silky condition of her flesh, feel the satisfied, lazy sensation inside, and just knowing how good she felt her face bum with shame.
"Ohhhhh darling, you taste so sweet ... aghhh yes! Just like that Sylvia, press harder dear ... raise your legs Sylvia, raise them way up darling so that I can kiss you there...." Bits and snatches of conversation raced through her mind. Her nipples puckered and grew hard as she remembered the thick, slippery sensations of the evening of blind, fleshy passion she had spent with Laura. Oh god, how could she have responded, how could she have enjoyed it so much? She flopped an arm over her eyes, but it didn't help blot out the memory of the things she had done and had done to her! She couldn't drive the feeling of warmth and contentment out of her body and just thinking what it had been like to have Laura sucking and nibbling between her thighs made her sensitive clitoris grow hot and began to harden. As if that wasn't enough she remembered her mother-in-law's torrid words-vile, obscene thoughts that still wormed and wiggled inside her tormented mind!
"You can see it now Sylvia, I know you can, I can feel it, I can see it in your eyes. Don't cheat yourself darling, let it all go and find that love that's all around you. You have to cleanse yourself of all the old-fashioned thoughts and taboos darling, you have to start fresh and we both know where you have to start." Sylvia moaned softly, her desires began to grow again as she thought of how it had been when Laura's warm fingers parted the silky cheeks of her bottom and probed-her virgin anus! She remembered how she had squealed and writhed as the finger, lubricated with her own flowing love juices, had eased past her clenched sphincter and moved in bigger circles, sending showers of sparks along her nerve endings. Her own fingers had been busy by that time and she tried to hate herself when she recalled how tender and loving she had been as she lightly teased Laura's hard clitoris and probed deep inside the older woman's gripping love sheath.
"Look at your son, darling," Laura had chanted in her ear as her hands squeezed and teased at her breasts. "See how beautiful and strong he is, I've seen him get hard and tight under those jeans, we have to go to him, we have to love him and teach him, you know we have to, you know it's our duty."
"Don't Laura," Sylvia murmured deep in her thoughts. Her hand slipped under the covers and pressed hard against her buzzing mound. Don't do it with my Davey! She knew that she should be horrified at the thought of Laura having intercourse with her son but instead of horror, she felt jealousy and possessiveness. He's mine, don't you dare touch him! She wasn't thinking about Davey as a son when she said that, she was thinking about him as a lover, her lover!
Sylvia tore back the covers and leapt out of bed. Across the room, she could see her reflection in the mirror and was shocked at the change she could see. Before her stood a naked woman, her breasts were hard, it was easy to see the excited, pointed nipples; she could even see the sparkling drops of her fluid on the curly hairs of her mound. Whore! She tried to sneer at the woman in the mirror, but the other woman didn't seem to mind at all. Slut, you would do it, wouldn't you? You would take your own son to bed and use him to satisfy your own dirty needs!
The young mother wanted to cry, but nothing helped, she couldn't shame herself, couldn't frighten herself, deep inside she knew that she wanted Davey and could never be satisfied until she had him!
In another part of the house Davey sat on the edge of his bed. He was staring out at the open, rolling hillside behind the house but he wasn't really seeing anything. "Ohhhhh, you have a nice hard cock boy, do it, that's right, fuck me with your hard dong! Lily loves being fucked, feed her all you've got!"
The handsome boy stared down his naked body and watched as his penis began to stir and grow harder as he remembered how great it had been. "The first time," he whispered to himself as he grew upright, as the crown grew darker and harder looking, drawing the tender flesh of the glans so tight that it shone. "I had my first woman last night." He grinned and gripped his swollen prick lightly, just moving his hand a little to help himself remember how good it felt when he had shoved it up inside her hot, slick pussy.
"Time for breakfast Davey," he was startled to hear his grandmother call him from the other side of the closed door. He jerked his hand away and jumped up to slip into his things. "Hurry along Dave, we have lots to do today!"
"Be right there gran ... Laura." He still felt a little funny calling her by her first name, but if that was what she wanted, he would do it. As he dressed, Davey's mind began to wander. He remembered how excited he had been when he looked up Laura's dress; would she feel as tight and hot if he could put his prick inside her? Just thinking about screwing his grandmother made him feel funny and he shook his head and tried not to think about that anymore.
It was a strange breakfast for all of them. Sylvia sat primly, trying to ignore Laura's gaze. Twice she looked up and found herself lost in the older woman's amused eyes. Just looking at her made her whole body tingle and she felt confused and uncertain.
Davey sat back in his chair and followed every move that Lily made as she prepared the pancakes. When the small woman came towards the table they shared secret smiles and a pair of lingering glances. The young boy felt his balls tighten and his eager cock twitched and came to life. He could hardly wait for another chance to see her, alone!
Only Betty seemed unaffected by the tensions and crosscurrents of emotion that swirled around the table. She chatted and laughed as she ate her breakfast. "And we're going to town this morning, Grandmother said we could. I'm going to get a new bathing suit, what are you going to get, Dave?" She didn't even notice that Dave didn't answer, he was far too engrossed in watching Lily's firm-looking buttocks roll under her skirt as she moved around the stove.
Sylvia ate in silence, the food was like sawdust in her mouth, she chewed and swallowed automatically. Vile, lewd thoughts were still spinning about in her mind. She was aware of Laura sitting across the table from her. Twice the older woman had chuckled and rubbed a bare foot up her calf, making the younger woman jump and jerk her leg away from the contact. But, Laura's bold touches had done their work. She tried to look away but each time that she did she found herself staring at Davey or at Betty. In spite of her best intentions, she would find herself imagining a naked, excited Davey atop her trembling body, feel herself shudder as she imagined his hard, thick penis searching deep inside of her!
Don't think about it, the young widow begged herself but, if she looked away from her son, she would find herself staring intently at her darling little Betty. She couldn't control her lewd thoughts and soon she would be daydreaming about sucking her daughter's tiny little budding breasts, she would find herself with her face pressed between those hairless thighs, sucking and kissing so gently at her own child's exposed little labia! She was ashamed of her thoughts but shame wasn't strong enough to drive them away!
"The car's ready." The large handyman, James, stood in the door, Sylvia's eyes were drawn to him because of his deep, vibrant voice. She couldn't keep the memory of Laura's whispers out of her mind. "You'll love James, darling, he isn't very bright but you won't believe how that big man is hung!" The lovely brunette shivered and felt the gooseflesh popping out on her arms as she stared at him. "It's as thick as your wrist, darling, and at least nine inches of hard gristle! When that big man slips it in you, Sylvia, you'll feel fuller than you ever have in your life, he's marvelous!"
Sylvia fought against the growing arousal she felt but her eyes wouldn't obey her and crept down to stare avidly at the large man's fly, trying to see past the fabric of his pants, trying to see the powerful cock that Laura had whispered to her about. She glanced up and found Laura staring at her, a wide, laughing smile on her handsome face. She winked and licked her lips.
"Take the children into town, James," Laura said as she stood up. "Use the station wagon and be careful." As she spoke to him, the older woman patted his shoulder and Sylvia saw the man's even smile. His eyes seemed to be burning as he looked at the handsome grandmother. The widow found herself nibbling at her underlip as she imagined how they would look, locked together in a bed!
The rumble of the heavy station wagon's motor faded down the drive and Sylvia suddenly realized that she was alone in the house with Laura! Of course the housekeeper, Mrs. Williams, was there, but she wasn't a factor in what the lovely young brunette knew was going to happen, at least she didn't think she would be a factor!
Sylvia got up from the chair and intended to go to her room, but Laura's purring voice stopped her before she could leave the kitchen, and she felt her heart begin to beat a little faster.
"Sylvia? Don't hurry off, stay here darling and have another cup of coffee." There was an amused sound in the older woman's voice and it stung the beautiful widow.
"Don't order me around, Laura, and don't laugh at me!" Laura only smiled and pointed to the chair next to her. Sylvia felt her courage draining out of her, along with her anger. She hesitated for only an instant, then sank down in the chair without another word.
"That's better," Laura murmured, her slender fingers lifted Sylvia's heavy hair and brushed across the sensitive nape of her neck. The beautiful young widow felt the starbursts of excitement sparkling along her nerves. "I thought that we'd loved and sucked all the tension and anger out of you last night."
Sylvia was stunned by Laura's casual comment, she darted a quick look at the small housekeeper but the woman didn't give any indication of having heard the damaging words.
Laura caught Sylvia's guilty glance and laughed out loud, her fingers slipped under the fold of the younger woman's robe and a fingernail lightly scratched at her breast. "Don't worry about Lily, darling. Do you think I could keep secrets from the only other woman in the house? Lily is not only the housekeeper, Sylvia, she's a very, very special friend."
Sylvia stared down in dumb fascination as Laura calmly pulled her robe apart and pulled the ribbon tie on her nightgown! "Laura don't...." She didn't finish the sentence, Laura had ignored her feeble protest and pulled the gown open, baring Sylvia's breasts!
"Aren't they lovely, Lily? I told you that they were perfect, I was right, wasn't I?" Sylvia's head swiveled rapidly and her cheeks flushed a deep, embarrassed red; the housekeeper was standing beside her, watching as Laura's knowing hand teased and pulled at her soft breast flesh. There was a small, glowing coal of excitement ignited in her as Sylvia's eyes met Lily's. The heat from that coal began to melt the feeling of frozen shame and embarrassment that held her in her place at the table.
"They are all lovely, Lily-Sylvia, Betty, Davey. I told you how nice it would be when they came to visit." Sylvia felt a sharp, primitive urge to lash out at the older woman. She still wasn't certain if it was a protective instinct or pure jealousy that finally unlocked her tongue.
"Leave my son alone, Laura, leave them both alone, do you understand me?" Apparently her words beat home to Laura; the handsome woman's eyes snapped and her fingers tightened painfully around Sylvia's tender, yielding breast.
"Don't try to tell me what to do, girl! I am in charge here and I give the orders!" It was obvious that the gray-haired grandmother was fighting to keep her own composure. "I'm afraid you didn't understand what I was trying to tell you last night, Sylvia, I think that another lesson is in order!"
Suddenly Sylvia sat behind Laura's cool, cultivated mask and what she saw there frightened her, numbed her will to resist.
"Come with us darling, Lily and I will try together this time, perhaps the two of us can show you." The young widow was aware that the housekeeper's hands were helping pull her to her feet. She didn't want to go with them but she felt so weak and helpless, how could she resist them?
Slowly Sylvia turned her head and stared deep into the small woman's smoke dark eyes and trembled as she saw the naked lust and desire there. Lily didn't say a word.
They hurried her down the long hall. Sylvia was aware of the two feminine bodies that pressed and brushed against her. It was hard to understand; she had never been like this before, she had never had a lesbian thought in her life, how could just one night's experiences change all that?
"Come in my room, darling, it's a beautiful place for us to make love, help me Lily, help me get her out of her things."
Sylvia wanted to tell them to stop, she didn't want to be with these women, but she couldn't think of the right words to say. They handled her like a large doll. Warm hands peeled her robe from her shoulders while another pair undid the last ties to her nightgown and pushed it down her body. The young widow sighed and weakly tried to wiggle away from the prying hands and searching lips that moved over her heated flesh. She felt weak and helpless as she was pushed back in bed. She tried to focus on the other two women but it was too hard, and she watched as Laura and Lily hurriedly stripped, they seemed fuzzy and out of focus as they twisted and turned before her.
"Go on, you first darling," Laura's voice sounded hot and excited as she pushed the small woman down between her silky thighs. Sylvia felt strong hands lift and part her legs, and she moaned as she felt the long dark hair brush along her sensitive flesh. Laura lay beside her propped up on one elbow, her free hand lifting and stroking Sylvia's burning breasts. The young widow felt the older woman's warm breast pressing against her cheek but she didn't think as she turned her head, she planned to try to protest but, when her lips parted, Laura's hard nipple popped into her mouth!
"Suck it darling, make Laura happy, suck it and love it while darling Lily kisses you and makes you feel good." Laura's smooth voice lulled her. Sylvia didn't want to do it but the pressing, rubbing contact of the two warm bodies against hers was more than she could stand! She felt her entire body tremble as she gave up and began to suck hard at the finger-like nipple, loving the feeling of Laura's hands on her body, the feeling of Lily's eager mouth as it explored the damp, slippery secrets of her vulva!
The station wagon's tires crunched in the heavy gravel as James swung into the drive. Before they were even stopped, Betty was opening the door and jumping out. "Come on, I want to try on my new suit!" She sped away from the house, headed for the garden and the swimming pool to the rear of the house.
For a second Davey stood beside the car, uncertain whether he should follow his sister or go into the house and see if he could snatch a moment with Lily. The big handyman grinned cheerfully at him and headed into the kitchen. "Shit, he'll be in there, no use my going in, she won't be alone." His mind made up, Davey turned on his heel and hurried off to find Betty.
As he came around the tall hedge that bordered the pool, he stopped short. Betty stood beside the pool pulling off her clothing! The sun shone on her smooth flesh and Savey remembered the soft, silky feel of her skin that night outside the motel window! He remembered how she had shivered and pressed closer to him as he touched her small breasts and fat little pussy; his prick snapped to attention!
Betty looked up as she threw her panties aside and stood naked in the warm sun. "Well don't just stand there, come on!" She grinned at him for a moment, then she too began to remember, the smile faded and for the first time she became aware of her naked body.
Davey hurried around the edge of the pool, his eyes searched his sister's hairless body, seeing the rosy pink lips of her fat little sex, the pink tips of her tiny breasts, he couldn't think of anything to say to her, there were no words for how he felt.
The little girl tried to smile as Davey came up to her but the smile crumpled and stopped; she looked up at his eyes as she spoke. "Why ... why don't you get into your suit too?"
Davey stood still for a moment, then his hands caught the bottom of his shirt and peeled it off. Next he undid the buckle of his jeans and undid the top button. He was moving deliberately, wondering with each step if this was the right thing to do. When his fly was unzipped there was nothing else to do but push the jeans down his legs and step out of them.
"You're all hard, like the other night." Betty's voice was so low, so soft that the handsome boy wasn't certain that he heard her. They both looked down at his thick, upright penis, the sudden excitement was thick around them.
Betty didn't hesitate, she moved the last few inches that separated them and her small hand shyly brushed up and down the shaft of his prick. Davey shuddered at his sister's intimate touch and put an arm around her sun-warm shoulders, drawing her even closer to him. This time her fingers closed tight around the column of his throbbing erection and he groaned happily.
"Do you like that? Am I doing it right, Dave?" Betty looked up to him, her eyes wide and excited. Davey knew he didn't have to answer her, she knew how good it felt! He bent and placed a shy kiss on her lips; instantly his sister's lips went slack and he found her hot little tongue pressing in against his!
They both trembled and Davey felt a little wobbly, there was a wide sun pad beside the pool and he sank down on it, drawing his eager sister down with him.
Slowly, gently, Dave slipped his hand down between them and pressed against Betty's hairless little slot; she made a funny sound deep in her throat and her slender thighs parted, opening the puffy lips to him. Remembering some of the things that Lily had taught him the night before, the eager boy ran a finger lightly across her tiny little clitoris; her response was even wilder than he had hoped for!
"Ohhhh Davey!" Her small fist jerked up and down his stem, making his balls bounce. "Ohhhgghhhh, it never feels that good when I touch myself there!" The small girl snuggled up against him and thrust her naked pelvis against his hand. "Push your finger all the way up inside of me, I like that."
Davey began to press his dampened forefinger up inside his sister's tight little sheath, then he stopped. "I might ... hurt you ... I mean ... I'll break your ... you know."
Betty giggled and rolled her little hips as she shook her head, her voice was muffled as she pressed her face into his chest. "No, no you won't, Dave, I already broke it, with a candle!" Getting bolder, she drew back and grinned up at him. "I did it last winter, I just wanted to know what it would feel like to have something up in there." The smile faded again and she was serious as she went on. "The candle was fun but your finger feels better."
Davey couldn't hold back any longer, he pressed deeper, his fingers worked in small circles inside of her, making her lean little belly jerk and suck flat as he did. Her fingers tightened around his prick, her pace quickened as the tip of his finger bumped up against the neck of her little cervix!
"Have you ever done it with a girl...?" Betty's whispered question sounded faint and frightened. "Please tell me the truth Davey, have you ever done it, like Mamma was doing it with that man?"
"Yes, once...." Davey didn't dare tell her more, he didn't want her to know about Lily and about last night. He groaned as Betty squeezed hard on him, he wanted it so bad that he could taste it. Every time that she would gasp and wiggle as he touched her like this his poor prick grew another inch, it was so hard that it hurt and he wanted her so much, but he didn't dare do that!
"Do it to me, please Davey." He looked down at his sister, her blue eyes didn't waver and she even managed a weak, crumpled smile. "I've thought about it, lots of times. I wanted to suggest it but I was chicken, I want you to be the first, Davey, please?"
What could he do? The handsome boy knew that he should pull away, he shouldn't be doing this with his own sister but he needed it so bad she her firm little grip on his prick was making his need worse and worse!
"It might hurt you," he mumbled but he was raising himself up on his knees as he whispered. "We shouldn't do it, Betts, are you sure that you want me to...?"
"Ohhhhhh yes Dave," she said as she squirmed around until she lay beneath him. She still held his throbbing manhood as she lifted and parted her slender thighs. He looked down and saw the coral-pink of her flesh as her labia parted. She was wet and slick looking and the last of his doubts withered as he imagined what it would feel like to press into Betty's hot, tight little slot! His sister tugged impatiently at him, her legs were braced across his, her wet little virgin sex lifted towards him.
They were both trembling as Davey lowered himself until the fat crown of his prick nuzzled in between her tender folds. He felt Betty shiver and heard her gusty sigh as the tip rubbed over her hard little love button. She had one arm thrown over his shoulders while her other hand carefully pushed the plump, swollen head of his prick down until it wedged into the opening of her sheath. Davey couldn't stand it any longer! He began to press in against the warm, yielding body under him. His sister's urgent whispers hit his ear like warm, furry little animals!
"Slow, Oooooo go slow Davey. Hummmmmmpphhhhhh ... Ooooooohhh it feels so good!" He felt the faint bite of her fingernails as she ran her hand up and down his back. He was trembling, his legs were shaking as he continued to press into the tight grip of his little sister's squirming body. Halfway in he stopped, he had heard her groan and was afraid that he was hurting her.
"Don't stop, please, just keep on pushing," Betty grated at him. She had both hands on his back now and he felt her pull him down on top of her, trying to force him to enter her all the way. The handsome boy had to grit his teeth and think of something else for the moment; Betty's vagina was rippling and gripping at him as he edged forward and it felt so good that he wanted to cum!
At last they both felt Davey's balls rubbing against her upturned little bottom. Betty moved first; she began to slowly move her hips, forcing his thick penis to twist and roll inside of her.
"Ummmmmm," Betty whispered as she ground her hairless little vulva up against the root of his prick. "I've thought about it so much Davey, I've daydreamed about you doing this to me but it was never as nice as the real thing! We're going to do it every day, aren't we? I know it's supposed to be naughty but I love it so much."
Davey began to move, at first withdrawing only an inch of his swollen member, then more and more until he was plunging the full length of his cock in and out of Betty's clinging vagina. They both stared down and watched as the pink tissues clung to him, trying to keep him inside of her. Every day, the words rang in his mind and he groaned with happiness, he could have her every day!
"Ooooo humppphhhh, Ohhh Dave," Betty panted. "I'm going to cum, oh faster, do it faster!!" Davey responded like an excited stallion, the muscles in his thighs bulged as he thrust forward, the swirling sensation in his balls was driving him mad and he knew that he was going to cum too! His sister moaned and jiggled her bottom, raking the stem of his prick with her sharp little pelvic bone.
The entwined brother and sister were so engrossed in their first intercourse that neither of them was aware of the broad form of the handyman standing by the hedge watching! James licked his lips and jerked the fly of his pants open. His huge prick filled his fist, he slowly masturbated, watching the naked little girl jerk and twist under her brother. "Every day is right little girl," he muttered, "every day, right after I get done with you!!"
CHAPTER FIVE
"Have a good time darling, James will take good care of you. Do a little shopping and have lunch in town, the change will do you good." From where he sat on the wide porch, Davey didn't notice the curious smile that played at the corners, of his grandmother's mouth. His mother looked uncomfortable as she slipped into the front seat beside the big frame of James.
Dave's eyes were still on the dwindling image of the station wagon when he realized that his grandmother was standing beside him. She was still wearing the dressing robe she had worn to breakfast and he remembered how surprised and interested he had been when he realized that he could see all the way down the front. Laura had bent over by his chair to pick up something on the floor and he had been able to see both of her big breasts as they hung free.
"Dave? Why don't you come up to my room, we haven't had a real chance to talk since you came." Before he could say anything, Davey felt his grandmother's warm fingers gently massage the back of his neck, he stiffened as he felt his balls tighten. He was a little ashamed of his reaction; he shouldn't think things about his own grandmother, that was weird! "Come on, come up to my room and we can have a nice long talk."
She led him up the stairs, holding his hand firmly. Looking to his right the handsome boy realized that he was just a little taller than she was. I always thought of her as being tall, he thought to himself and for some reason, being taller than his grandmother made him feel a little better, more confident.
"There, isn't this much nicer?" Davey stared around the room, it was the first time that he could ever remember being in here. "My room is my castle, no one ever comes in here without being asked, you know."
Laura smiled at him and Davey realized that the stool he was sitting on was much lower than his grandmother's big chair. She shifted position and he realized that he had a perfect view of her legs under her short robe and nightgown! Up close, her flesh looked smooth and inviting to the young boy. She smiled again as he fidgeted. He felt his eager prick began to stiffen and was embarrassed!
"You've grown so much darling, I hardly realized that it was you when I first saw you, it was a shock." Davey was puzzled by that, his eyes flicked a question at her but he didn't know what to say. Before she answered his unspoken question, she crossed her legs and he heard the silky whisper of her flesh and gown rubbing against each other.
"When I first saw you it shocked me because you looked so much like your father, dear. I wanted to cry and laugh at the same time. Don't think that I'm a crazy old lady, darling, it's just that I was very close to your father when he was your age and seeing you like that made me remember."
There was something else, something that she wasn't telling him. Davey felt his heart beat a little faster and was suddenly uncomfortable. Laura sensed his feelings and chuckled softly, her warm fingers began to massage his neck again. "Do you mind if I touch you, Davey? I hope you don't mind because I like it ... I like to be touched myself."
Davey felt a sudden lump grow in his throat and he didn't dare look up. He felt his erection swell and try to stand upright. The tall young boy hunched forward and tried to hide the shameful growth that pulsated between his thighs.
Laura recrossed her legs, this time her bare knee was only inches from his face. Dave stared at her silky looking skin and the pressure of his hardon grew worse! "I'm told that I have nice looking legs, do you like them?" His grandmother's fingers tightened at the base of his skull and twisted his head until he was looking right into her eyes. "Do you think my legs are nice?"
"Y ... yes grandmoth ... I mean Laura, they're nice." He felt foolish telling her that, but they were and he couldn't think of any other thing to say to her.
"Well, if they're so nice, why don't you touch them. I told you that I liked to be touched." There was something new in her eyes and some of Davey's nervousness faded away. She released her grip on his neck and he looked down at his grandmother's bare legs.
"It's all right, darling, go ahead," Laura whispered at him as his hand slowly moved out and lightly touched the softness of her flesh. Her hand was back at his neck, this time the fingers made soothing, massaging motions as she urged him on.
Davey felt new confidence flowing into him as she sighed when he firmly grasped her thigh just above the knee. He remembered how pleased the housekeeper had been with his fumbling lovemaking; he knew more now! He slowly worked his hand up her leg, the silky feel of her flesh made him shiver; he heard the soft intake of her breath as his hand slipped up under the border of her gown and robe.
"See, it's nice isn't it, honey?" As she spoke to him, Davey was aware of her hand slipping under his armpit, she tugged gently at his arm. "Why don't you sit up here with me, Dave, there's room for the both of us." She tugged again and Davey allowed her to guide him until he sat close by her side, their bodies were pressed tightly together on the cushion of the wide chair.
In changing position, the tall boy had taken his hand away from her leg. Laura smiled and kissed him lightly on the cheek as she took his hand in hers. "Don't stop," she whispered, her voice sounded husky and low in his ear. "Go on, it felt so nice, Davey."
Davey watched with excited eyes as his grandmother calmly lifted the hem of her robe and put his hand back against the soft flesh of her inner thigh. As she put his hand back in place, she parted her legs slightly in unspoken invitation.
"Ummm, it's nice sitting all close and cozy, isn't it darling?" She put one hand at the neck of his shirt and undid the top button. "It is nicer like this, I can touch you too, I like that."
Davey couldn't make his throat work, he couldn't answer her. All he could do was worm his searching hand higher under her robe, the heat of her flesh became more intense.
"You have a nice body, darling," Laura whispered again. Her fingers undid another button, paused and stroked his chest. A fingernail lightly scratched over his small, male nipple, the sensation made gooseflesh pop out all over his body!
Davey became bolder with each inch his hand traveled up under the robe. He felt the fine hairs on her upper thighs as they brushed under his open palm. Suddenly his outstretched fingers rubbed lightly over the silky material of his grandmother's panties! He felt her body jerk and heard a long sigh leak out of her!
"No! Don't take your hand away, Davey, it's all right, I want you to touch me there, I want you to do it!" As if to prove a point she gripped his strong forearm and pulled it towards her belly, jamming his fingers up against the puffy feeling outline of her sex! Her other hand worked quickly to undo the other buttons and pull back the loose shirt. Instead of stopping to touch his belly Laura's hand slid down over the front of his jeans until she could cup the whole of his groin in her palm.
"This is what I want, darling, I want to teach you that love is all round you, do you understand? I want you to be happy."
After the first moment of frozen shock, Davey's fingers began a slow, hesitant exploration of his grandmother's tight panties. As he rubbed and pressed against her, she began to make small, urgent movements with her bottom, making her pelvis squirm and roll under his touch. Her strong fingers found the hard outline of his penis and squeezed it firmly!
Laura sighed and pulled harder on his forearm, making his hand press even harder against her vulva. "Let me loosen this honey, you must be uncomfortable." Her fingers worked quickly and soon his belt was undone and the top snap of the jeans lay loose, deftly she worked the zipper down and then her hand slipped inside his pants. "Touch me too darling, help me feel nice." Davey's moving fingertips found the leg band of her panties and pushed it aside, he felt her coarse pubic curls scratching gently at him as he parted them and found the wet slit of his grandmother's sex. She moaned softly and wiggled as he rubbed up and down the slick opening between the hairy folds. Her hard little clitoris grew into a thick knot under soft, insistent pressure.
"Oooooo, you do that so nicely, darling, do you like this?" She had managed to tug his rampant erection from his jeans and gripped it expertly. "See, Laura knows how to help you, to love you."
They both stared down as Laura eagerly stroked and tugged at his throbbing hardon. Davey had lost all his fear now, his finger wiggled around and around in his grandmother's dripping slot, each swift stroke made her grunt and twist her bottom against him.
"Let's go over to the bed, Davey, we need more room for this." Not waiting for an answer Laura stood up and moved towards the bed. Dave sprang up and hurried after her. At the side of her bed Laura stopped him and pulled the loose shirt from his body.
"I want to do it right darling, let me show you how I like it." In seconds Davey was standing naked before his beautiful grandmother. He shivered as her hands moved over his body, touching and caressing him. Then she gently pressed him backward until he sat on the edge of the bed. Smiling down at him, she tossed her robe aside and slipped the short gown off over her shoulders. She stood before him in nothing but her brief panties. Davey could see the spreading wet spots where her love juice was staining the cloth.
"Take my panties off for me, darling, that's a lover's job, you know." Laura's sultry voice stirred Davey and he found his hands moving up to her before he even knew what he was doing. His grandmother swayed forward a little, making it easy for him to slip two fingers under the band and pull downward. As the panties slid down around her ankles, Laura stepped out of them and pressed forward, her soft belly pressed against his face.
Dave could smell the exciting aroma of his grandmother's groin as she pressed against him, her fingers gripped lightly in his hair. I wonder if she wants me to kiss her there, he asked himself, some of his doubts beginning to slip past his confidence. He knew that men and women used their mouths, but he wasn't all that certain that he was ready to do that!
Laura chuckled and pushed him back on the bed. Davey was aware of his stiff cock waggling up from his belly, his grandmother quickly knelt beside the bed and lovingly kissed, then licked the swollen knob of the crown! Davey felt his belly muscles contract and he jerked as her wet tongue made wide, slick passes over and around the sensitive nerve endings of the glans.
"Ooooooohhhhh Grandmother," the handsome boy gasped, forgetting to use her first name. His hand shot out and gripped her hair. He heard her happy gurgle as he pulled her unresisting face forward, forcing her to swallow almost half of his vibrating prick. "Oooohhhhh, that feels great!" Laura quickly shrugged free of Davey's grip and lifted her dripping lips away from the plum-red head of his dong. She smiled broadly at him, a string of thick fluid clinging to her lower lip, and swayed back and forth as she stood. "You taste lovely darling, I'll more of that later but I just can't wait any longer!"
The tall boy groaned as his gray-haired grandmother gripped his throbbing erection at the base and slowly pulled upwards. As she massaged the hard shoulders of his rammer, she slipped astride his body and quickly positioned herself over the weeping tip.
"Huuuuunnnggghhhhhh," Laura groaned as she slowly lowered her sex until the slippery glans wedged itself in the throat of her vagina. "Hold still darling," she muttered as she jerked her hips in a small circle, forcing the crown deeper inside her body. "Let Laura make you feel good, just let me do it to you, baby." Davey groaned as she settled down on him; slowly at first, then faster, smoother. He felt his thick shaft enclosed by the firm, greasy grip of his loving grandmother's dripping cunt!
"Hummmmmm, oh my goodness but that's nice!" Davey stared up at Laura, her eyes were closed and she was gnawing at her lower lip, a loose-lipped smile creased her handsome face. For a moment the boy watched Laura's full breasts bounce up and down on her chest as she rose and fell on his thrusting penis; a sudden doubt clouded his mind. At first Davey tried to ignore the thought but it wouldn't go away, finally he had to speak, his voice sounded thin and worried in his ears.
"Grandmother, is this right?" Laura looked surprised, she stopped moving as she stared down at him. "I mean, should we be doing this together? We are ... related.." She grinned at him and rolled forward until she rested on the palms of her hands, her full, ivory colored breasts brushed against his lips.
"Hush Davey, don't think, there isn't time in life to think about all the foolish things other people try to lay on us." Moving her shoulders in deliberate circles, she pressed the warm meat of her breasts against his lips. Laura held the breast, balancing on her one free hand. She offered her breast to him as a mother would offer the nipple to a child. "Don't think about it, darling, if it was really bad do you think I would do it with you like this? Suck my titty, darling, that's right, suck it hard for me, I like that."
Davey still wasn't satisfied but his grandmother's ample hips were moving again, he could feel her coarse pubic hairs mingling with his as the firm grip of her love sheath sucked him back and away from logic. He groaned as she began to lift her bottom, then slap it down against him again. Each time that she did, he felt his own excitement grow, felt his balls getting ready to spurt his thick cum deep into his grandmother's belly!
Sylvia had been staring out the window, not watching the passing scenery but thinking. Suddenly she felt the station wagon come to a halt and the motor died when James turned off the key. "Oh, I didn't realize...." Her startled gaze told her that they weren't in town! The wagon was parked in a small clearing, there wasn't a house or another person in sight. "Why did you stop here, James? Laura told you to take me into town." The handsome man just smiled and nodded. Sylvia didn't like the smile and felt the first trickle of fear oozing through her veins.
"That's what she said, Miz Sylvia, but that's not what she told me to do this morning." As he spoke, the lovely brunette was aware that his shining eyes were moving up and down her body, she could see the excitement growing with each passing second.
"Please ... James ... I really did want to go into town, please start the car." The big man didn't seem to hear her. Sylvia could almost feel his hot eyes crawling up under her skirt and in spite of her fear a thick, syrupy sensation began to do a slow boil in her belly. "Look ... just what did Laura tell you this morning James, I mean when you were alone?" James looked up, she thought she saw honest puzzlement in his face.
"Oh ... she said to take you out here to the swamp, cause no one ever comes here...." He looked puzzled again, he had forgotten his train of thought, then he smiled and nodded as he remembered it again. "She said to take you out here and fuck you like crazy!"
The young widow felt almost as if the man had just struck her in the stomach. For a long moment she couldn't catch her breath. Twice she tried to protest but each time she opened her mouth she couldn't think of anything strong enough to say!
James smiled at her and slipped across the seat towards her. The smile was pleasant and Sylvia could detect no anger or hostility in the large, simple man. He's not ... playing with a full deck, she reminded herself. It isn't his fault, he's just doing what Laura told him to do. Gently the big man ran her dark hair through his fingers and the sensation made Sylvia's belly churn with a strange, unreal excitement! She pressed against his broad chest, trying to force him back towards his seat, she might just as well have pushed against a wall.
"You, you don't understand, James. I don't care what Laura told you to do, I ... I don't want to ... fuck James, please stop!" Sylvia was losing her battle and she knew it. The handsome man inched a little closer, his hand caressed her arm as he gently pulled her closer to him. Sylvia couldn't control herself, she was still trying to push him away as she peeked down to his groin, James saw where she was looking and grinned proudly.
"I've got a big one, Miz Laura said it was the biggest that she's ever seen." His grin got even wider. "Lily likes it too, only she doesn't like it when I put it up her behind." Instantly the young widow had a flash picture of the big man topping Lily's compact little body and a jolting, electric sensation snapped in her hardening little clitoris!
"You have a pretty body, Miz Sylvia, Miz Laura told me that I'd like it a lot." His big paw moved faster than Sylvia thought it could and she gasped as it enclosed her full breast. Each massive, all-encompassing squeeze she gave it thrilled her and she almost cried with frustration. Looking down again, she could see the plain outline of his thick hose and her hot sex began to secrets its soothing, slippery juices in anticipation.
"Let's get in back, I have a nice bed all made up." Sylvia couldn't protest as the strong hands pulled her out of the car When she tried to stand upright, her knees felt rubbery and she would have slid to the ground if he wasn't holding her.
James kept a strong arm around her waist as he swung the tailgate open. Sylvia stared at the bed that was under the tarp and moaned as her labia filled with hot blood and puffed out, opening her throbbing clitty to the pressure of her tight panties.
"It's easier if you undress out here, Miz Sylvia, it's hard to do it in there." The young widow leaned back against the tailgate and looked on as the big man calmly stripped his shirt off and unzipped his fly. James wore no underwear and Sylvia had to clutch at the wagon as she saw his massive penis swaying in the bright sunlight. Her own fingers were numb and clumsy as she undid the zipper to her dress and pulled it down over her hips.
The sun was warm on her body as Sylvia threw . her bra down on her dress and tried to stand in order to slip out of her panties. James quickly stepped forward and began to carefully pull them down for her. "Let me do it, Miz Laura always lets me do this part for her."
The young mother groaned as his hands tugged her last shred of clothing from her body. He was standing so close that she felt his huge rammer brushing against her thigh. All her moral protests died in that second that her fingers curled tight around the thick shaft and she could feel the heavy pulse of his excitement running through her arm and straight down to the melting pool of hunger between her parting thighs.
"Oh, you are pretty, Miz Sylvia," the big man whispered as he lifted her onto the mattress. His strong arms caught her at the knees and pressed her smooth thighs back until they touched her burning breasts.
Sylvia groaned deep in her chest as her frantic fingers guided the impossibly thick crown of his bloated cock between the wet lips of her sex. "Don't talk anymore, James," she whimpered in his ear. She clung to him, lifting her pelvis up to him, offering him the delicate opening of her body, "Don't talk, just put it in me ... OH MY GOD!! OH JAMES IT'S SO BIG!!!!!"
Davey lay exhausted on the pillow, he smiled sleepily as Laura gently washed his wilted cock with a warm, damp cloth, he enjoyed the slow, insistent massage she was giving him as she did that.
Laura smiled softly, her thumb and forefinger worked up and down the stem, seeking some signs of life. She glanced down between her kneeling thighs and smiled-at the white froth of Davey's cum that covered her gray curls. "See, you put all that in there for me, darling. It feels nice and warm inside of me, Davey, I want you to shoot more in me today, do you think you can?"
Davey felt the first stirring of blood in his cock even before Laura managed to finish her question. She must have felt it too because a slow, wicked smile lit up her face and she stared down at his hardening organ. "Hummmmm, just like your daddy, Davey, he was always nice and hard for Laura when she needed him."
"Did you ... do this with my dad?" Davey was surprised, he stared at his grandmother with wide eyes. She smiled softly and nodded, her fingers frigged gently up and down his stem. Suddenly the handsome boy felt better; it had to be all right, if she did it with Dad then doing this with him was just about the same.
A sly look crept into Laura's eyes and she bent closer to Davey, her breath against his bare chest as she whispered, "Did you ever think about doing this with your own mother, darling?" She didn't give him a chance to say a word. "Wouldn't it be nice to slip in bed with your mother, have her touch and tease you like this, would you like it if she did this for you?"
Davey shivered and his body jerked as his grandmother deliberately pushed her hair away from her face as she lowered her ovaled lips down over the head of his growing prick. The teen-aged boy knew that she wanted him to see each lurid moment as she sucked hard on him. Her lips tightened around him and her head began to bob.
"Ohhhh Grandmother, I want to do that, I want to go to bed with Mom but she'd never let me, honest she would never let me!"
The gray-haired woman pulled free of her grandson's half-hard shaft just long enough to answer him. "Yes she will, you just do what I say, darling, and you can fuck your mother! I'll fix it so that she wants it from you. Soon you can have her, have Betty, me, you can fuck anyone you want, darling, it's going to be a lovely summer, just lovely!" She dropped her head again and began to suckle at him, her warm fingers caressed and gently rolled his balls in her hand. She was still being careful to let him see each thrilling moment of his first, dedicated blow-job!
A new, powerful feeling of confidence and freedom filled Davey, his fingers twined in Laura's hair and he puled her head down hard against his growing prick as he lifted his pelvis. He heard his grandmother's surprised grunt and moaned as he felt her greedy tongue whipping back and forth across the glans.
"Deeper darling, deeper and harder!" Sylvia heard the sluttish demands tearing from her throat but she didn't care. She was on her side now, James' powerful body lay pressed against her back as he entered her from the rear. Each heavy thrust drove his hard prong in until the tip nudged and battered the neck of her womb! His fingers pinched and tweaked her buzzing clitoris and she whined as a small orgasm ripped along her nerves, but her need didn't die, it only made her greedy for more! James' pole-like penis slithered and slipped in and out of her while his broad thumb jammed deeper and deeper into her rectum. She squealed and wiggled but he was much stronger than she and she had to surrender to the thick, strange pleasure she felt as he explored her tingling rectum!
"Unnnnggggg, look out Grandma, I ... I'm going to cum ... ohhHHHH!" Davey's body arched up off of the rumpled bed as the first jet of his thick cum shot out of the swollen crown and filled her mouth! Laura made a deep, grunting sound and he heard her gulping at him. Thick blobs of cum spurted out of him and he watched with blazing eyes as his grandmother greedily sucked and swallowed it all! A few drops managed to escape her and they ran down his shaft and over her smooth, well-kept fingers. When she did pull her mouth away from his softening prick, she carefully sucked and licked up each of the stray drops.
"Ummmmm, thank you darling, that's just what Laura wanted, a nice warm mouthful of sweet boy cum!" She licked her lips and smiled at him. Something about her strange, out-of-focus smile nibbled at Davey's awareness but he was too limp and content to worry about it, he was too contented to think about anything!
CHAPTER SIX
Sylvia awoke to find her finger pressed deep inside her slippery groove. As the dull haze of sleep cleared from her mind, her hand continued to make it slow, deliberate motions, each stroke added new pressure to the gnawing hunger she felt inside of herself. The beautiful widow drew back the covers and watched her image in the large dressing table mirror as she masturbated.
A thick, syrupy feeling swirled inside of Sylvia's belly, she parted her thighs in an obscene parody of intercourse and began to rotate her pelvis. "God, what a sluttish thing to wake up doing," she muttered at her naked image. She was silent for a moment as she watched her wet, shiny finger twirl and stab at her upturned sex. Each touch made her feel more and more awake. She could barely remember stumbling into bed last night. James had helped her up the stairs but after that things got hazy.
"Thank you dear, lovely James, thank you." She could still hear her sleepy whispers as the large man stood beside her at the door. Just thinking about him made her heart beat a little faster, she imagined that it was his hand between her splayed thighs and sighed happily. There was some lingering shame deep in the back of her mind. Sylvia tried not to think about that but the memory of how she had babbled and moaned when James had sunk his huge, thick cock inside of her wouldn't be silenced. She remembered how they had sweated and strained in the back of the wagon, even now her nipples felt sore and tender after the coarse hairs of his chest rubbed and scraped against them. How many times? Sylvia didn't really want to remember how many times she had demanded that the huge, simple man take her. Despite her attempt at forgetting, snatches of what had happened crept in and she would feel again how strong he was as he pressed against her, how she had knelt before him, shuddering and moaning as the big hose entered her from the rear, again she could see herself as she crouched over him, sitting impaled on his long prod, squeezing and playing with her own breasts as she rode him. Each lewd memory sparked a fresh burst of excitement in her and Sylvia had to jam a knuckle between her teeth to keep from calling out as her frothing finger brought her to the sweet uproar of her orgasm. "Ummmmmmnnngggg!!! Oh god forgive me but I want it again, I can't stop now, I have to have it again!"
"Let's go swimming Davey, you want to?" Betty's voice carried so much more than a simple invitation. The handsome boy hesitated at the door to the kitchen and looked down at his pretty little sister. She grinned at him and slowly ran her tongue around her lips and he felt the sudden urge to go with her. His hands remembered how soft and smooth her skin was and he felt a tightening of his belly muscles when he remembered how tight she was! She wanted him to do it to her again, it was easy to see that. He knew that he wanted her too, but he had promised Laura that he would go up to her room and the thought of his luscious grandmother up there, waiting for him, tipped the scales away from Betty!
"Uhhh, not now Betts, I ... have something I have to do." He saw the quick disappointment on her face and touched her slim shoulder. "Really, I ... have to go see Grandmother, I promised." Betty looked a bit mollified but Davey felt rotten, he wasn't telling her the truth, not the whole truth anyway.
"Betty, you and I can go swimming if you like." Lily's low voice startled both of them and they turned towards her. The dark little woman smiled and put down her dish towel. Davey felt funny around Lily, he had avoided going back to see her after that one time but the memory of her strong, active little body under him was still fresh in his mind! Lily smiled at him for a moment but her real attention was on Betty. Neither had the boy nor his sister noticed the warm, excited look in her eyes. "You go on and see your granny, boy, Betty and I can go swimming."
The little girl tried to smile back, she didn't really want to go swimming; Davey knew what she wanted but she was trapped, there was no way she could refuse without being rude. "It's all right Davey, I'll go with Mrs. Williams."
Davey turned and hurried away, a vague disquieting worry nagging at him. At the top of the stairs he hesitated before his grandmother's door. His worry about Betty evaporated as he realized what was waiting for him on the other side.
Laura lay propped up by several pillows, she held the covers up tight around her shoulders in such a way that Davey knew that his grandmother was naked; instantly his youthful prong began to stiffen and grow hard. "Make sure the door is . closed tight, darling, then come over here to me, I've been waiting all morning for you to come."
The tall young boy felt strange, almost unreal as he stopped at the side of his grandmother's bed. She smiled up at him and deliberately pulled the covers away from her lush, naked body. "Undress honey, don't be shy with me, not now." Her voice sounded low and eager; Davey remembered that tone and shivered with excitement as his fingers fumbled with his buttons.
Laura watched his every move with warm, liquid eyes, she stretched and ran her hands up under her full breasts, lifting and cupping them as she did. "I woke up this morning and wondered if all that happened last night was a dream Davey, then I realized how happy and relaxed I was and I knew it wasn't a dream." Her hands reached out for him as he stepped out of his jeans and drew him down on the wide bed beside her. Warm hands worked across his chest in wide, sensuous circles as he kissed the lips she offered to him.
"Hummmm, nice and thick and so hard," Laura murmured as her fingers wrapped around his upright shaft. Davey sighed and stretched out, enjoying the feel of her knowing fingers as they touched him and warmed, him. "Was it nice for you last night, Davey?" Laura's long fingernails scraped gently under his hanging testicles and he groaned as he felt himself grow another full inch!
"I hope you liked it, it was a lovely dream for me darling, lovely."
His grandmother gently pushed him back flat, her fist still gripped around his excited member. "I want to taste you again." She smiled at him as she knelt beside his body, her carefully combed hair dropped down as she bent over his prick. Davey couldn't see but he could feel it when her warm lips enclosed the swollen tip of his cock and she began to apply gentle, insistent suction.
Davey rolled his hips gently as he felt his grandmother take more and more of his throbbing erection into her wet, oral cavity. His hands reached out and began to stroke and touch her curved back. She made a sound and wiggled, it was easy to see that she liked what he was doing. Growing bolder, his hands slid down until the fingers were dipping between the plump, white half-moons of her bottom. Laura groaned, her voice was muffled as it seeped out from around his thick penis. Taking his cue, the handsome boy pressed hard, his searching fingertips found the dripping lips of her mature sex and began to move inside of her.
"Ooooo that's good," Laura said; she had pulled her shiny mouth free of his quivering prick and was licking and kissing down the shaft. In seconds her wet tongue was worming in between his heavy balls and Davey groaned and dug deeper with his fingers. Laura's eyes were closed as she reached behind her and found his wrist.
"Put one in here baby," Laura whispered as she pressed his slippery forefinger against the tight roseate of her sphincter! "Put one finger in each."
Davey felt a new and strange sort of excitement welling up in him. Looking down he could see the darkened flesh of his grandmother's anus. She made a humming sound with her lips pressed tight against his balls and he jerked as the sensation raced up his spine. She pressed her bottom back against him and he stared eagerly as he firmly pushed his finger inside of her!
"Ooooo baby," Laura murmured as she fitted the plum-shaped glans back inside her mouth. Her tongue worried back and forth over the crown, pressing hard against the slit in the head. Davey pressed even harder and felt her tight opening give and the lubricated finger sank into her hairless bottom to the last knuckle!
Laura's fingers dug into his thighs and he felt the sudden increase in the suction as he wormed his finger in and out of her. One finger was still wiggling in her vaginal opening as the other finger spread and stretched the small, wrinkled anal opening.
"Ahhhgggg darling, that's one of my favorite games-here." His grandmother pulled her mouth away from him and Davey groaned in protest. She looked flushed and excited as she pulled open the small drawer in her night table. Her hand shook as she twisted off the top of a small silver tube. "This will help make it easier for the both of us honey."
She pressed out a small blob of the cream and covered the swollen glans of his penis with it ; it felt slick and smooth as her practiced fingers coated his entire organ. When she was satisfied, she pressed out another small ribbon of the cream and worked it in between the trembling globes of her buttocks.
"What ... what are we going to do?" Deep in the back of his mind Davey knew what was going to happen but he couldn't believe it, couldn't accept the fact that his lovely grandmother would want that from him. She lay down beside him, turning her smooth back to him as she did. Her warm buttocks pressed tight against his belly, trapping the greasy shaft of his cock between the ; cheeks.
"Put it in me, honey," his grandmother whispered over her shoulder. She caught one of his hands and pressed it against her breast. "Put it where your finger was, do it slowly and gently baby, it's been a long time since I've had a treat like this."
"Grandmother? Do you really want me to do a thing like that?" Davey felt foolish and childish but he felt something holding him back, he needed reassurance and she gave it to him at once!
"Please baby, yes, I want you to do it! Push your pretty, hard prick up my ass, Davey. Please, it's something that you're going to love, believe me!" Laura's urgent whispers spurred him on; Davey felt that same, unusual excitement growing stronger in him as he centered the head of his prick against her tight little opening and began to press forward. For a moment her flesh resisted him but the slick lubrication of the cream allowed his swollen glans to force through the ring of muscle. As the crown popped inside of her rectum, he heard her groan and stopped, he didn't want to hurt her.
"Don't stop, darling, don't stop, it feels lovely!"
"Doesn't it hurt? I don't want to hurt you." Davey groaned as he felt the hot, tight grip of her rectum, he couldn't go on!
"Oooohhhh yes it hurts, darling, but it's a nice, full feeling of a hurt, don't worry I want it like this, press hard baby, push all of that nice cock into me!!"
Her hand reached back and pulled at his hip, helping him to force the thick shoulders of his prick deeper into her warm, shuddering bowels. "Ohhhh baby! Oh darling, you feel so big up inside me like this!!" Davey gasped as Laura's ample hips began a slow, revolving motion, making his thick rammer twist inside of her tight opening. He looked down between them and watched the paper-thin flesh of her anus stretch and cling to his cock.
"Do you like it, baby?" Laura's voice sounded strained and her eyes were wide as she peered back over her shoulder. Davey couldn't answer her, he was so caught up in the tight, enveloping grip of her rectum that he couldn't be bothered. He felt the warm, silky pressure of his grandmother's firm buttocks as they rubbed against him. The cheeks clenched tight, clasping the shaft of his prick in a warm loving grip as she rubbed against his belly.
"Roll over darling, roll up on top of me." Laura's voice was harsh and urgent as she moved. Davey didn't have any choice, it was either roll with her or risk having his prick pulled out of the tight socket he was plugged into! He stayed with her until she lay flat on her belly and he was on top of her. Laura spread her thighs and lifted her ass a little, offering him an open target. She gasped and moaned softly as she began a series of short, jerking motions with her bottom, making his swollen penis dance inside of her, her hands clawed at the bedspread.
"Do it," his grandmother grated over her shoulder, "do it hard, baby, fuck until I scream!"
A new and frightening sense of power rose up in the handsome boy. His hands shook as he pulled himself up until he was almost kneeling behind her. Getting a firm grip on her hip bones, he thrust forward! Laura groaned and grunted as he forced in until his balls rubbed against the moist lips of her cunt. Davey liked the feeling and thrust again. Each time that he skewered his grandmother's quivering anus he liked it a little better. Hearing her groan and pant as he filled her steaming bowels with prick excited him and he knew that he couldn't last much longer.
"H u u u u u h hhhhh!!
Ouuuuuugggghhhhh ... baby," Laura moaned, her hand had slipped under her body and from the way that her arm was jerking the straining boy knew that she was playing with her clitty while he serviced her. "Ooooooo baby, that's soooooooo nice! Fuck my ass, baby, make me squeal and beg for it!!"
"Oh Grandmother, it feels so nice and tight!" Davey was gasping for breath, he had to pause a moment in order to go on whispering at her. "Oggghhhh, I never knew, I never knew how good it could be!" He heard Laura moan in answer and the sound of her pleased voice triggered the hot eruption of his balls. Davey moaned and rammed himself deep inside Laura's upturned bottom. The lush, older woman uttered a long sighing moan as she felt the first burst of his hot cum flooding her bowels, her smooth back arched and her whole body vibrated as her own orgasm made her writhe and buck under her loving grandson's thrusting pole! Davey's mouth was open and gasping for air as he watched the thick semen bubble up out of her stretched anus and felt it wet and oil his prick as it pistoned in and out.
Laura suddenly went limp under him and his raging need to thrust and punish her faded away. Davey felt drained and limp as the pulsating throb of his climax died in him, he felt shaken and sweaty. The tall boy began to pull back away from his grandmother's body but she moaned and shook her head, her face was pressed against her pillow, her knuckles were white as she gripped the edge of the bed.
"Not yet Davey!" Her voice sounded muffled and tired, her hand reached back and patted his. "Wait a while darling, I love the feel of you filling me up like this, just rest and enjoy it." As if she were trying to bribe him to stay her sphincter tightened around him. She began a rhythmic squeezing with her ring of muscle and the boy felt as if his softening cock was being expertly milked!
"Pretty little girl, just lie still, darling, and Lily will teach you things that you never knew existed." Betty shivered with excitement as the dark-eyed housekeeper pressed her naked body against hers; she felt the gentle rubbing of a thick patch of pubic hair against her soft, naked vulva and opened her eyes.
Lily was poised over her, supporting herself on her hands and knees. Slowly, deliberately the small woman lowered her body until it brushed against the little girl, they both shuddered as their soft flesh rubbed against each other. Lily had covered Betty's slim frame with suntan oil and now that oil acted as lovely lubricant for the act that the woman was teaching her.
"Spread your legs honey, spread them wide." Lily's voice was harsh and demanding but she softened the effect by dipping her head and giving the pretty child a lingering soul kiss. Slowly, ever so slowly Betty responded to the warm, twisting tongue in her mouth, her arms encircled the small woman's strong back and hugged her even closer, enjoying the feel of the firm breasts that mashed against her own little nubbins.
When the kiss ended Lily began a slow, grinding motion with her hips, forcing her hairy bush against Betty's upturned little vulva. "Oooooo!! Oh it ... it's nice," a shaken Betty was able to whisper, her hands worked up and down the woman's back, massaging and caressing the smooth flesh. "I ... I didn't know that ladies could ... do things like this with each other." She heard the little housekeeper's warm chuckle and felt warm lips kissing and sucking gently at the side of her throat.
"Yesssssss little darling, they can do this and lots of other things-I'll show you, I'll teach you, little girl." Betty was confused. Since she had come here with Davey, her every waking hour had been concerned with the wonderful things they had done beside this very pool, now she found that she could enjoy the same thing with this woman. It wasn't the same, nothing was like that delightful, crowded feeling that her brother could give her, but this was nice, this was exciting and wonderful!
"Sweet baby," the petite, dark-haired woman murmured as she pulled back a little. Betty whimpered in frustration and tried to pull the firm, exciting body back down against her. "Shhhhh, don't worry, I'll fix it for you, don't worry." Lily's whispers were soothing her, reassuring her. Her eyes were closed but when she felt the whisper-soft brush of lips moving down her chest she knew what the woman was doing. She sighed and arched up off the air mattress as those lips clamped around her tiny pink nipple and sucked!
"Ummmmmmm, Mrs. Williams!" Betty felt the words gushing out of her as the woman's mouth opened wider and she sucked all of her small breast inside her mouth. Lily's firm, wet tongue swirled around and around, making the slender child moan and jerk under her.
The lips were moving lower, kissing and nibbling at her belly, then at the satin-smooth flesh of her inner thighs. Betty raised her head a little and looked down just in time to see the wet, red tongue lick slowly, firmly, up between the hairless folds of her sex! "Oooooo wow!!" Betty squealed and her small frame flopped helplessly as wave after lovely wave of sensation spread out through her body. Her fingers gripped at Lily's ears and she lifted her slim hips up to meet the wonderful, teasing tongue.
The small woman raised her head for a moment and smiled softly up at Betty. The little girl watched the wet and shiny lips moving but it was a few seconds before the words the woman were whispering made any sense at all. " ... I'll suck you, I'll love you, little doll, just let me love you and you won't be sorry."
Before Betty could think of an answer to the woman's lewd request, the head lowered again and she could only gasp as the woman found her hard little clitty and sucked it!!
The water hissed in the shower; Davey felt Laura's warm hand press against the small of his back and they stepped under the spray together. He stood passively as she soaped a cloth and gently began to wash his wilted cock. He watched his grandmother's handsome face as she cleansed him after their unnatural coupling. He was still a little disturbed but couldn't find the cause.
When she was done with him, Laura smiled and handed him the soapy washcloth, she turned her back to him and pressed up against his slick, wet body. There was no need for words, Davey knew what was expected of him and he carefully washed her full breasts and worked the cloth down her front. Laura didn't speak until he worked the cloth between her parted thighs and washed her mossy vulva, working up a white froth around the patch of curls.
"Oh sweet boy, oh darling, you can't know how lovely I feel! You make me feel young again, you're so much like your father." She sighed and pressed tighter against his soapy body. "Everything is perfect now, all we have to do is convince your mother that you and she have to give each other the love that you want to give. When we do that darling, we can all live here in love and happiness."
At first Davey didn't catch the full meaning of what his grandmother was saying but when it finally sank in, his body tensed and he stopped his hand. Laura felt the change in him and turned to face him, the warm water splashing off of her smooth shoulders, running down between her full breasts in a clear stream.
"You have to, can't you see it, Davey?" Laura hugged him tight, then gently pushed him ahead of her, out of the shower. She was rubbing him briskly with a large towel, her voice pressed in on him, surrounding him with an infectious urgency.
"That's what's wrong with the world, darling, there is love all around us, all kinds of love, but each of us is more and more isolated, we can't offer that love, we can't take it if it is offered by someone else." Her words seemed to make sense but Davey still resisted, there was something wrong with what she was saying.
"Your mother needs you now, darling, can't you see how much she needs you, why should she go to strangers for the love and concern that you owe her? You have that love Davey, you love me and James tells me that you and Betty are-shall we say-intimate?"
"That's not ... The hot denial died on Davey's lips as he saw the understanding look on his grandmother's face. "I ... uhh ... we only did it once, honest!" She laughed softly and dropped the towel, her hand cupped his balls with care as she shook her head. In spite of his tension, the handsome boy's body responded to the tender caress and he felt the glowing coal of his passion being fanned back to life by her knowing fingers!
"Once or a thousand times, there isn't any difference, Davey." She giggled and stroked his flaccid organ. "Besides you'll do it to her again and you know you will! Since you can love your sister, why can't you love your mother?"
Her firm, slow stroke was bringing life back into his prick and the handsome boy began to breathe a little faster. "You want to climb on top of your mother, don't you? You've dreamed what it would be like to press this lovely penis deep inside your mother, admit it, Davey, don't cheat and lie to yourself!"
Once again the handsome boy's mouth opened, he was going to deny what she was saying but he was amazed to hear his voice before he even knew what he was going to say!
"I ... I want to, Grandmother, but she'll never let me. I know she would never ... do that with me, I know my mother!"
Laura smiled and hugged him close, she kissed him firmly before she began to whisper in his ear. "Of course she will, darling, we'll make a plan, between the two of us we'll put her in bed with you and then you can show her how wonderful it can be to have a handsome son for a lover, but first we have to make that plan."
While Davey and Laura stood pressed against each other, whispering and planning, two, oiled bodies lay locked together beside the pool. Heads were pressed tightly between thighs, soft, muffled sucking sounds rose and swirled around them. Warm, soft buttocks wiggled and trembled as they ground their bodies against each other, then there was a gasping, faint whisper that rose in the warm summer air.
"Ooooooohhhhh lovely little pussy, suck it ... yes! Suck me, little girl, that's just right, stick that wet little tongue in me!!"
CHAPTER SEVEN
There was a strange tension about the house, all through the afternoon Sylvia felt it but she could find nothing unusual, there didn't seem to be any reason for the tension but it was there just the same. She walked in the garden for a while but as she walked down the path at the rear she found James working in a flowerbed. Before the young widow could turn away the big man saw her; a slow, happy smile crossed his face and he stood up. Sylvia couldn't stop staring at him, couldn't stop the vile memories from running through her confused mind.
"Morning Miz Sylvia, I hoped I would see you again this morning." Sylvia searched his handsome face and found nothing but simplicity and she knew that he was saying just what he felt. She tried to tell herself that the man wasn't capable of realizing the guilt and confusion that she felt, he simply responded to her like any healthy, male animal would. Before she turn away, the large man crossed the few feet that separated them and took one of her hands in his; just that simple contact made her tremble!
"I ... I thought that last night was one of the nicest nights I ever spent with a lady, Miz Sylvia...." He seemed to be searching for the right words. "You were nice to me, you didn't make me do mean things to you ... I liked that."
Sylvia was now more aware than ever of the man's limited mind, but she could feel his pulse beating in his fingers and the strong rhythm invaded her! She felt her breasts grow firm and hot under her loose halter, felt her pussy swell and grow warm as her excited blood raced in her veins. She didn't want to do it but her body refused to obey her mind and she pressed against the man. She didn't throw herself at him, she just rubbed gently against his hard, muscled body, savoring the lovely feel of his maleness.
"I ... I liked it too, James, you're a wonderful ... lover." A wicked thought crept into her mind and she couldn't stop herself from speaking again. "Did Laura teach you how to make love, James, was she the first one?"
The large handyman grinned happily and nodded. "Yeah ... Miz Laura and Lily, they both teach me ... things." He grew sober for a moment, his vacant eyes took on a soft, pensive look. "When my mamma died some people wanted to put me ... some place but Miz Laura wouldn't let them do that; she told them that she'd take care of me and give me things to do." He smiled proudly and waved his hand around the garden. "I do lots of things for her now!"
Sylvia heard what he was saying but a larger portion of her mind was still greedily sampling the lovely sensations that raced through her as she touched and pressed against his hard body. He's just a child, no matter how large he is, she tried to tell herself but it didn't help, it made it worse!
Only a child, the words rattled inside her brain, scrambling all other thoughts. Oh dear god, Davey is only a child too! The lovely brunette shivered and unconsciously pressed closer as she thought of the vile and awful thing she had done to her son. She wanted to feel shamed, wanted to hate herself for that terrible act but she couldn't drive out the warm memory of how thrilling it had been to grip her son's exciting prick and stroke it like she had. She felt the warm moisture covering the folds of her sex as she had a fleeting vision of him and imagined him lying, hard and erect, against her own naked body!
"That's nice Miz Sylvia, I like it." James' simple words burned in her ear and Sylvia stared in dismay at her right hand as it clutched frantically at the large outline of the man's organ!
"I want to do it now, Miz Sylvia," James muttered as his paw-like hands covered her firm breasts and squeezed. The young widow moaned and sagged against him, her will to resist evaporated in the boiling hunger that filled her. She whimpered as the big man calmly lifted her off her feet and carried her over to a rustic bench that sat in the shade beside the walk.
James smiled down at her and Sylvia felt herself trembling as he unzipped his trousers, his thick, gnarled cock jerking upright once it was free. She moaned and leaned forward in mute invitation. James read her intention perfectly and eagerly pressed the full length of his throbbing erection against her lips.
Don't do that, the young mother's inner voice protested but she couldn't stop, it seemed so right, so necessary! She kissed the warm, hard shaft, then moved her lips up until she could press soft, moist kisses against the swollen, scarlet glans. A drop of his seminal fluid clung to her lips but she didn't care. Suck it, a wicked voice whispered inside her head. Open your mouth and suck that nice hard knob, give him a blow-job, you've always wanted to do that for a man, do it now!
The young widow was shocked at the ideas that invaded her, and she hastily pulled her lips away from him. James seemed to understand, he only smiled at her as he knelt beside the bench.
Sylvia shuddered and she couldn't control the small, jerking motions of her pelvis as he pushed her skirt up until it was bunched around her middle. Deftly, smoothly the big man slid her brief panties down her thighs, then he paused and smiled.
"Miz Laura likes this," he said simply as his strong hands parted her thighs. Sylvia moaned in weak protest when she realized what the man intended but he was already pressing his freshly shaven face down against the thick, dark curls of her pubis! Her hands pushed at his head but the glazing instant that the man's thick tongue squirmed in between the lips of her sex, she stopped trying to push him away and pulled hard at the back of his large head. She wiggled and squealed as he lapped at her!
"Ohhhh it's been so long," the young widow sighed as James nibbled and sucked at her clitoris. "No one has done that for me in such a long time James!" It didn't last long, the handsome man pulled his wet mouth away from her long before she was ready for him to do so. Sylvia whimpered and her head fell back against the rough wood of the bench. God, but she needed him! He had to take her now, no matter how wrong or obscene it was, she had to have him inside of her! When the man sat on the bench beside her and pulled firmly at her arm, she eagerly crawled astride him and settled her dripping slot down on his trunk-thick stem.
"Ummm," Laura moaned in James' ear. She pressed and rubbed her breasts against him as her bottom slapped down hard against his lap. Strong hands cupped her soft buttocks, guiding her, lifting her; she felt like a small child the way that he handled her. "Faster, you have to do it faster." She moaned and shook her bottom, trying to urge him on. "Go on, slam me down on it! Ohhhhhunnngg! Oh James, it feels like it's going to come out my throat!"
They were both panting and sighing, she was so close, she trembled and clutched at his strong shoulders. It was so close, only a few more lovely, shattering strokes and she would cum!
"Come on Davey, I'll race you to the pool!" Her daughter's happy voice slashed through Sylvia's orgiastic daze and her passion turned to shame and fear. She heard the racing thuds of her children's feet on the garden path and panic made her tear herself free from the thick spear that impaled her. As she jerked herself upright, she was aware of the white fountain of James' semen as it shot into the air. She felt warm drops of his cum splash against her thighs and heard his grunt of surprise and dismay.
Get away, a frantic voice screamed inside her head. Get away, don't let them see you like this! She was frantically trying to rub away the blobs of the big man's cum with one hand as she tugged at her wrinkled skirt with the other. She barely heard the plaintive cry that rose behind her as she blundered along.
"Wait, don't go, Miz Sylvia, the children know, they know!"
Sylvia didn't slow down until she was safely in her room. She shut the door and leaned against it, her heart beating painfully beneath her ribs. Oh my god, the lovely brunette whispered to herself. What am I turning into? At that same moment she became aware of the powerful upset that was still at large inside of her; her belly churned, her hard clitoris still vibrated in anger at the interruption of the lovemaking.' Sylvia's whole body was in torment as the frustration plucked and snapped at her nerve endings. When she moved, the young widow was painfully aware of the thick flow of love juice that wet the insides of her thighs and she wanted to cry for her lost chastity!
For the rest of the afternoon Sylvia stayed in her room. Twice someone had come to her door and tapped softly but she refused to answer, she didn't want to see anyone! Her body's rebellion against the rude interruption subsided slowly and Sylvia was able to gain some frail control of her emotions. Her body was under control now but her mind raced on, far ahead of her, bringing bits and pieces of her lewd thoughts back to her again and again! She showered, scrubbing hard at her flesh, trying to drive the hungry devils out of her, trying to wash away her guilt with the big man's sperm but, no matter how hard she tried, the burning coal of carnal hunger still glowed deep inside of her!
Dinner had passed and still Sylvia refused to leave the room. She lay restless and uncomfortable on the rumpled bed. She had thought about going down to eat but then she realized that Davey would be there. She had fought against thinking about Davey but it didn't help, over and over she relived those frantic moments in the front seat of the car. She could hear her son's gasps and feel his hands on her body again as she lovingly stroked and pulled at his smooth, young penis! She bit her lips and felt warm tears running down her cheeks as she felt again the warmth and thrilling hardness of Davey's excited shaft against her palm. She couldn't go down to eat, not the way she was now!
The sun had set and Sylvia lay in the darkness listening to the steady hum of the crickets and the other night animals around the remote house. There was a sound in the hallway-and she heard light footsteps coming nearer to her door. She heard the sounds stop outside of the door. There was no knock; she heard a click as a key turned the lock and the door swung open just long enough for her to see Laura's trim outline before the door closed behind her.
"Please, Laura, I ... I don't feel very well, I'd like to be alone." But the older woman didn't seem to hear her, she slipped across the thick carpet and found the small lamp beside the bed.
The soft glow of the lamp bathed the room in pink, shaded light. Hastily, Sylvia clutched at her sheet and pulled it over her, covering her nude body from her mother-in-law's bold eyes.
"I ... I don't feel well," she repeated but her frail hopes died as she watched a smile crease the handsome face. Laura calmly sat down beside her on the bed, her faint perfume clung to Sylvia's nostrils, awakening all the thoughts the widow had tried to kill!
"You don't really want to be alone, Sylvia, I know, I went through the same kind of doubt and worry myself once." She smiled again and, calmly, firmly, pulled the sheet away from the young widow's cramped fingers, uncovering her warm, vibrating body.
"It's going to be all right, darling, I know, believe me, it will be lovely."
Her warm fingers traced random patterns across Sylvia's flesh, leaving little trails of charged, electric sensation behind.
Laura wore a soft robe, it hung open at the throat and, deep in the dusty shadow of the opening, Sylvia saw the other woman's smooth, full breasts. The young woman shuddered as the memory of the thrills that Laura had given her raced across her confused mind. It was awful and perverted but she couldn't deny the fierce need she felt, the fierce need to kiss and suckle at those breasts, to surrender herself, mind and body over to Laura and the things she wanted!
The older woman made soothing, calming sounds as she ran her educated hands over Sylvia's beautiful body. As her fingers moved down the lush body they left behind stiff and burning nipples, the rapid lift of the ribs as the young woman fought to control her breathing. Inch by smooth inch, the older woman was destroying Sylvia's ability to refuse, melting her mind and frame into one hungry, lusting whole!
As Laura bent to lay moist, loving kisses on her breasts, Sylvia's hand moved of its own volition and crept under the fold of her mother-in-law's robe. She sighed as she felt the silky texture of the flesh. She felt proud as she felt the worldly woman shiver and press back against her hand.
Laura's fingers found, then parted the dark, silky curls of Sylvia's wet slit; the young widow gasped softly and her thighs parted, opening her burning sex to the other woman's touch.
"You are so lovely," Laura whispered. "You are too much of a woman to hide yourself away, too much to mourn and deny yourself the love that you know is all around you, you know that, don't you?"
"I ... ummmmphhhh!!" Sylvia's shy response was punctuated by her moans and gasps as Laura's fingers probed and explored her throbbing sex. "I don't know, it's so strange Laura, I'm frightened, I don't know what to do. I ... OHHHHHH"
"I know, I know," Laura whispered, her fingers still twisting and probing inside Sylvia's dripping labia, but her wet thumb crept down until it could thrust firmly against the wrinkled little opening of the widow's anus! Sylvia moaned in a mixture of lust and humiliation as she felt the thick thumb ease past her clenched sphincter and worm in lewd, delightful circles inside her most private place! "I know how hard it is but you won't be happy until you admit it, darling, tell me that you need all the love around you and that you'll accept it as it's offered; as love and nothing more."
The last, filmy shreds of her resistance melted in the fierce heat of her excitement. Sylvia began to jerk and roll her hips as her stiff lips found the words. "Oooouuuunngggg!!! Yesssss! Oh god Laura, I can't fight it any longer; I need all the love, all of it!"
"Good, good darling, you'll be so much happier, believe me." As she whispered to her, Laura stood up beside the bed. Sylvia was surprised and a bit bewildered. Before she could speak, Laura's excited whisper came to her, the words stunned her, numbed her muscles and left her frozen with shock!
"Here darling, here he is! I knew that you would have to admit it tonight, here is your reward." The door to the bedroom swung open and Sylvia watched in wide-eyed horror as her son slipped into the room! Laura didn't speak again, she simply pushed Davey towards the bed and then slipped out of the room, firmly closing the door behind her, leaving mother and son staring at each other.
To Sylvia, the moment seemed to last a thousand years. As Davey came towards the bed she saw that he was naked! Her eyes were drawn down his lean body until they found his hard, upthrust cock. Some vile thing inside of her seemed to wiggle to life and she vibrated from head to toe as she tried to deny the thick, sweet-tasting lust that oozed out of every pore!
"Davey?" She felt weak and helpless, she couldn't even make her hands crawl up and cover her bared body from her son's eager gaze. Twice she tried to look him in the eye but she couldn't force herself to do that and each time she ended back where she started; staring with unconcealed desire at her own son's cock!
"Davey, you have to leave, you know it's wrong, you know it is, you have to leave." Slowly Davey shook his head and moved a little closer. Sylvia moaned as she saw the thick shaft of her son's manhood edging closer and closer to her. "I'm weak and dirty, son, I can't make you go away! You'll have to be strong for both of us. Turn around, Davey, and leave, you have to, you know that we can't be with each other like this!"
Davey moved like a sleepwalker, he heard his mother's whispering voice but the words were meaningless to him. He couldn't take his eyes away from her voluptuous body. He remembered how painful and exciting it had been when he watched her with that man at the motel, it was worse now; she was so close that all he had to do was step forward and touch her! He felt as if he were wading through something thick and clinging, a something that pulled him back and made each step a terrible effort, but he was moving towards her! He saw his mother's beautiful dark hair fanned out on the white pillow, her warm, glowing breasts with hard, sharp nipples. He saw how her soft belly jerked and sucked flat as she tried to catch her breath but most of all he saw the damp, thick curls of her pussy, saw the puffy lips parted to let her hard little clitoris peep put at him, his cock was so hard that it hurt!
"Mom, ohhhh Mom," was all that the handsome boy could whisper as he finally stood beside the bed and stared down at his lovely mother. She reached out with both hands and, for a moment, he thought that she was trying to push him away but then her fingers relaxed and slid down until they could encircle his pulsating shaft, her fingers tightened and squeezed it lovingly.
Sylvia stared in silent horror as her hands disobeyed her will and began to pump up and down her son's thrilling prick. She felt his thighs trembling and pulled him closer to her. She wanted to tell him to go but her lips moved and she heard her own voice echo in her ears. "Lay down darling, god help us, I can't make you go away, not now, so come here, let me put my arms around you." She trembled as her son's muscular, smooth body pressed against her. She threw one arm around his shoulder while the other hand pumped rapidly up and down his swollen stem. Davey moaned and she felt his hands touching her. Fingers explored her lush body, touching, caressing her most secret places. The terrible excitement that Laura had awakened in her was out of control now and she groaned in shame as her smooth thighs parted and she offered her only son free access to her dripping vulva!
"Aggghhhhh darling, I can't stop," Sylvia whimpered, her fingers dug into the firm muscle of his shoulder, she tried to pull him closer to her but he pulled free of her for a moment and got to his knees. She whimpered as he parted her thighs still further and crawled up between them. "Ohh yes! I can't deny us this, Davey, I just can't do it! Oh you lovely boy, that's right, put it in me, nothing matters anymore, Davey, nothing matters, darling!"
Sylvia's thighs were splayed wide as Davey edged even closer. Tears of happiness clouded her eyes as she watched her beautiful son lean over her. She still held his throbbing prod in her hand and she guided the blind head down until it glided across the slippery tissues of her sex and filled the yearning neck of her vagina!
"Huuunnnggghhhh, ohhhhh god!" Davey heard his mother's grunts as her hands clutched at his buttocks and pulled him into her. They both gasped as their bodies meshed and joined for the first time. He felt her silky thighs clamping tight against his sides, the firm muscles of her legs guided him, regulated him as he slowly thrust himself into her. Davey loved the feel of Sylvia's firm breasts pressing against his chest, he looked down at her beautiful face and felt the urge to kiss her. At first her lips were closed and resisted him but then they went slack and he trembled as her hot tongue found his and tickled it. Her firm lips closed around his and sucked at it as his thick prong slid into her glove-tight sheath.
Oh man oh man, I'm fucking my mother, I'm fucking my mother! The words whirled and echoed in his head and he couldn't think of anything else as he felt her supple body begin the slow, deliberate undulations under him.
Little Betty lay cuddled between Lily and James. She was happy as their hands roamed over her body, teasing it awake, making her slim frame shudder with the delightful things they were doing to her. Shyly her hand joined Lily's on the man's massive prick. Delicious little darts of fear sharpened the other sensations that were racing along her spine.
"See?" Betty heard Lily's wheedling voice in her ear. "It feels good, doesn't it? Don't be shy, girl, bend down and kiss it, that's all you have to do, kiss it and see how warm and hard it is."
Betty's muscles felt slack and weak, Lily had to help her slide down in the bed until her small mouth was pressed firmly against his big stalk. Lily's wet fingers wiggled and tickled inside her tight little sheath and she moaned with pleasure as she pressed her first timid kiss against the throbbing flesh. "Kiss it, then lick it, little girl, you're doing fine," Lily whispered.
"Oooohhh darling," Sylvia moaned as she lifted her thighs and opened wider for her son as he thrust into her. Each shuddering, ramming move of the prick drove her higher and the young widow gasped and writhed as a small orgasm snapped and crackled through her veins, setting her on fire! "Agggghhhhhh Davey, harder! Do it hard and fast, that's the way that Mamma likes it!!" The answering flurry of thrusts left her gasping and breathless as she lay squirming and sweating under her son's body!
Davey gritted his teeth and tried to stop it but the thick, numbing pleasure of his climax tore past his will power and he almost screamed as the hot, sticky jets of his cum began to slop into his mother's tight vagina! "Ohhhhhh Mom!!!!" Her fingers dug into him and he felt an answering shudder and heard her high-pitched squeal as she came again!!
The shadows flashed and jumped on the wall as they flopped and slapped against each other. Sylvia could hear the wet, sticky sounds as Davey's spurting cock moved in and out of her overflowing pussy. "Awwwwuuuuuuggggghhhhh!!!" Sylvia moaned as she clawed at his strong back. "Fuck Mama, Mama needs you to fuck her so much!!"
"Suck it harder, little girl," Betty heard James' rumbling voice in her ear, felt his big hands forcing her head to bob and jerk over him. Lily lay pressed against her from the rear and the little girl screamed as she felt the woman's hot tongue worm in between her plump little buttocks and lick avidly at her tiny anus, she screamed again but the only sound that she actually made was a thick bubbling sound as her mouth was filled with thick, yeasty cum! She gulped at the sticky fluid, enjoying the taste, liking the way it felt as it slid down her throat to her greedy belly. "Suck it harder little Betty," the big man groaned, "suck it good, nice little girl, unnnnngggg!!!"
"Oh my god, my god," was all that Sylvia could say as she hugged her exhausted son close to her. She felt their sweat mingling and couldn't stop the slow, lewd movements of her hips as she milked and ground against his softening prick. She could feel her own son's milky cum deep inside of her and the worst thing about it all was the terrifying knowledge that she could never do without him again; for as far as she could see into the future the lovely young widow knew that she could never refuse him again, he was her son and her lover now and she couldn't deny him anything, ever!
CHAPTER EIGHT
It was almost four in the morning, Sylvia could see the luminous dial of the clock beside the bed but she wasn't sleepy. The young mother's world was turned upside down! We can't stay here, she whispered to herself, we can't stay with Laura, she's insane and she'll destroy us if we don't leave right away!
Sylvia was frightened now, earlier she had managed to slip into her robe and tiptoe down the hallway. After Davey had finally left her she had been exhausted and must have slept but when she awoke she realized that she hadn't seen Betty all day. A nagging suspicion began to grow in her mind and she had to see if her daughter was all right.
It had been a little frightening walking alone in the quiet house, the door to Betty's room was open and there was a lamp on beside the bed. At first glance she just thought that her daughter was asleep but something about the strange way that she was sprawled out caught her eye and she crept closer to the bed.
The young widow shook her head in the darkness and tried to blot out what she had seen as she stood staring down at her pretty child. Betty was naked, even in the dim light from the tiny lamp she could see the red, swollen look of her child's naked little vulva, then she saw a thin trickle of white fluid oozing out from the bruised and swollen folds. She remembered making a small sound of dismay as she realized what had happened and she reached out to shake Betty's shoulder. Instead of waking, Betty had only made a small protesting sound and spoke in an urgent voice-she was dreaming.
"Please Mrs. Williams, don't let him put it in me again, it still hurts!" Sylvia shuddered as she recalled how Betty's little face brightened and she licked her lips. "I'll suck it again, James, if you promise not to put it in me again I'll suck it, I'll do it right, I promise!" Betty's eyes stayed shut tight all the time that she babbled in her tormented sleep. Sylvia had experienced a brief, flaming sense of anger but it died when she realized how hopeless it was, she couldn't punish James, as large and powerful as he was he wasn't to blame. Then she remembered that Betty had spoken to Lily Williams in her sleep and a strange, sick feeling crept in, smothering the last of her anger.
Even now Sylvia didn't want to believe what had happened. She remembered how awful it had been when she realized that the hard little housekeeper had been with her daughter. She remembered the vile and exciting things that Laura had taught her and to think that she had done those things with Betty made her want to cry but, when she stared down at her pretty little daughter's body, a strange, vile thing began to happen to her. She could remember kneeling beside the bed and staring intently at Betty's abused little sex, then she remembered something from her childhood; she could still hear her own mother's voice crooning to her. "Oh poor baby, does it hurt? Let mama kiss it, that will make it feel better."
Hot tears ran out from under her closed eyelids as she remembered how she had bent her head and slowly, gently kissed her daughter's swollen, messy sex! "Oooooo Mrs. Williams, that makes it feel better!" Betty whispered to her, thinking that she was Lily, she remembered the small hand patting the top of her head as she eagerly ran her tongue along the pink slot between her daughter's tender little folds! She still didn't know how long she had crouched there, she could still taste James' thick cum on her tongue and it reminded her of how she had sucked and licked at her own child until she brought her to an orgasm! All that time Betty never really emerged from her exhausted slumber, never realized who had crept into her room and sucked and licked her to a climax.
Sylvia hated herself, she was aware of new demons inside of her now; despite her hate and self-loathing she realized how much she had loved doing that for her pretty child and what she had done, how much she wanted her beautiful child to return the caress!
Sylvia still felt sad but her eyes were dry, all her tears were spent and she stared blankly at the dark ceiling in the room. "Can I go any lower? Is there anything else that I can do to prove what a demented slut I am?" Her mental whipping of herself was interrupted by a soft tapping on her bedroom door!
The young widow lay perfectly still, she didn't want to make a sound, she couldn't face anyone now, not after what she had done!
There was a soft clicking sound in the darkness and she saw a dark shadow framed in the doorway for a second, Davey was in the room with her, her pulse began to throb in her temple!
"Shhhhh," The young mother whispered frantically as her son crept across the carpet towards her. "Your grandmother's in the next room." She reached out in the gloom and her hand brushed across an erect penis! "I heard her cough a few minutes ago, she's still awake and I couldn't bear it if she knew that you were back here with me again!" Sylvia felt shamed and excited at the same time as she whispered to her naked son in the darkness.
Davey moved closer to her, he found her hand again and pressed it against his smooth young stalk. "I couldn't help it, Mom, I was trying to sleep but ... all I could do was think about you!"
Sylvia couldn't stop her fingers from wrapping around her son's prick. He sighed happily and moved closer to her. "Oh Davey, don't try to get in here with me, the bed squeaks, she'll hear us, I know she will!" She could feel the excitement pulsing in him and wasn't surprised at his tense, demanding question.
"But what am I going to do, Mom? My ... cock is so hard that I can't sleep! What am I going to do?" Sylvia stroked his thick young dong and remembered the lovely thrills it had given her, why not return the favor? She certainly couldn't hurt him any more than she already had, why not help him now, when he needed it?
It was as if Davey could read her mind. "Suck it Mom, please, it's great ... grand ... Laura showed me." For a long instant the beautiful mother lay still as death; she might have known! It didn't surprise her that Laura had been with him, besides she had little room of her own to criticize, not after the foul things she had done!
"But honey ... I really don't know how!" Sylvia felt her flesh crawling with excitement as she thought of what it would be like to take Davey's throbbing hardon in her mouth.
"Didn't you ever do that for Dad?" His innocent question made her shiver with emotion and clutch harder at his hard shaft.
"Just a ... few times Davey, and then just for a few seconds." Sylvia felt virginal and shy, it embarrassed her to be talking to her son about things like this. " ... Daddy wasn't very ... oral. Oh I can't talk about it like this!" Should she do it? Could she do a lewd, vile thing like this with her own son?
Davey helped his mother make up her mind. He clutched at the back of her neck, pulling her lovely face closer to him. He felt her slack lips against his belly and just the thought that his own mother might do that for him drove every rational thought out of his mind!
Sylvia felt her lips brush across the velvety flesh of the glans, a drop of his lube clung to her and she automatically licked it off! As she licked, her wet tongue came in contact with her son's rigid prick. She shivered with pleasure at the touch and liked the sensation so much that she did it again!
"Ummmmmm that feels nice, Mom," Davey whispered. His gentle hands brushed the hair back from her face, his fingers stroked her face, gently soothed her throbbing temples.
Sylvia found that she liked the sensation of being held, cuddled, as she kissed and licked at her son's proud, upthrust organ. She got bolder and ran her searching tongue down the thick shaft until she could lap and gently suckle his plump, hard balls! It gave her a feeling of wicked pride when she felt him jerk and tremble under the searching touch of her wet tongue.
Each second it got better. Sylvia loved the feel of his silky pubic hairs against her lips, loved the feeling as his strong fingers gripped at the back of her neck. Oh Davey, darling, is this right for you? she wondered. Am I ruining your whole life because of my sluttish ... weakness? Sylvia had little time to worry about it; Davey began to tremble and she knew that she had to do it, she had led him too far to stop now.
Moving as quietly as she could, the lovely young mother sat up and swung her legs over the side of the bed. I'm glad that I'm naked, she thought as she slid to her knees before her son. I want him to feel my body pressed against him, I want him to know how much I love him, he has to know that.
Slowly Sylvia licked her way up Davey's throbbing stem. He felt so hard and excited! She could feel the thick blood racing through the veins on the side of his prick. Oh god, her worried mind whimpered in a last, feeble spasm of awareness. Is there any woman lower than one who would do this to her own son? But her brief attack of conscience flickered away as she lovingly licked the swollen knob of his prick, then slowly, shyly sucked it into the tight, clinging opening of her wet mouth!
As her warm tongue curled around .the glans and his mother's elastic lips tightened around the shaft of his cock, Davey made a growling sound deep in his throat. He couldn't wait, his heart beat faster as he jerked his pelvis upward! Sylvia coughed as the blunt tip pressed against the back of her throat but her greedy tongue continued to bathe and caress him.
Sylvia felt her son's hands at the back of her head as they guided her, showed her the way to please him. What does he think about me now? she worried. How can he respect me as his mother after he's seen me crouching before him like this? How can he treat me as anything but a whore after I've. . eaten him?
Sylvia's worried thoughts spun away as Davey's hand pressed at the back of her head, she let him lead her, let him tilt her head back so that his fat stem slid directly into her wet mouth. She caught the thick glans with her tongue, giving him a hard, clinging suck as he pulled back.
"Ooooohhhh Mom, Oh wow!" Her son's strangled whisper thrilled her. Sylvia felt his thick dong jerk under the suction and her own desires flamed up She remembered how sweet and hot it had been that first time with him.
Sylvia's free hand moved to her full breasts, she squeezed them hard, loving the sweet pain as her palm rubbed against her swollen nipples. He was moving his cock faster, forcing her head to bob back and forth to stay with him. He's fucking my mouth, she told herself excitedly and her hand darted down to spear her dripping sex with a rigid forefinger. As she did that, the last, frail shreds of her modesty tore free and drifted away!
Ummmmm, I hope he can tell what I'm doing, Sylvia thought, I want him to know how hot he makes me!!
Davey heard the sticky, sucking sounds coming from his mother's mouth and had to fight to keep from cumming right away! Damn, her lips were tight. She wasn't as expert as his grandmother but she sucked harder and it felt better when she did it for him. The excited boy felt the shaking of his mother's shoulder against his thigh and peered down. He could barely make out her hand as it jabbed and slopped in her cunt. She's jacking herself off!! The thought that she would do that while he was watching excited him even more. His fingers dug into Sylvia's hair and pulled her closer to his belly as he thrust upwards, he heard her gag but did it again, forcing his yielding mother to open her throat for his swollen prick!
It felt wonderful and frightening at the same time! Sylvia let the slick knob of her son's heavy penis slip down her throat and move in an obscene parody of intercourse. The blunt glans stretched her and made her throat feel raw but there was something lovely about the way the lube-smeared prong moved in her there, she felt full and loved! Sylvia went limp and passive as she allowed her beautiful son to strain and thrust his organ into her mouth, allowed him to fuck her aching throat!
"Ooooohhhhhh Mom, I can't hold it any longer," he warned, his fingers digging into the back of her head. Sylvia made a low, moaning sound and clutched at Davey's muscular thighs. "Go on Mom, keep sucking it like that because I'm cummmlNNNNGGGG!!!"
Davey's torrid whisper rattled Sylvia's tattered composure and the thought of his thick, white cum squirting directly down her throat frightened her. The lovely widow felt the nerves crawling just under her silky flesh but the fright added a chill pinch of spice to the already exciting moment!
"Suck it harder Mom, here it comes!" Sylvia felt the swollen glans harden then jerk in her mouth and instantly her throat became flooded with his sticky, yeasty cum!
Sylvia tried to swallow it all but the thick froth bubbled out around her tightly pursed lips and dribbled down her chin. Davey's fingers were gripping at the base of her skull and held her tight against his lean belly as his pelvis rose and fell in sharp, frantic thrusts. She moaned and drank his thick, creamy offering.
Sylvia's brain was swirling around and around, she couldn't think, couldn't force herself to worry about anything now, all she could do was twirl her lube-slick finger inside her cunt as she nursed happily on Davey's softening cock. She pulled and tugged at him with her lips, making certain that she had managed to get the last drop. There was a freedom inside of her now, she could feel it and it scared her. All of her familiar boundaries were erased, she didn't have a comfortable world to live in anymore; by stepping into this new world she had given up more than she realized.
"Ulluuummmmmm," the lovely mother moaned; her tongue frantically worked back and forth on Davey's silky glans as her orgasm rose and ripped through her in shuddering, mind bending jolts! The lovely spasms were just dying inside of her, leaving her shaken and dazed, when she heard the click of the door behind her. She whirled as she heard Betty's voice in the dark room!
"Mama? I couldn't sleep and I...." There was another click and the light snapped on, bathing the room in sudden, bright light. Sylvia stared foolishly at her daughter, she felt a thick string of Davey's cum dangling from her lower lip but she was too stunned to even wipe it away. Slowly, without ever taking her eyes away from her daughter's surprised face, her hands came up and she made a futile effort to cover her naked body with them.
"Oh ... I'm sorry Mama ... I didn't Betty stopped in confusion. They all seemed to be frozen in place as the seconds ticked by.
It was Davey who acted first and it was Davey who saved the moment from becoming the nightmare that it could have been!
"Close the door, Betts, hurry, before someone comes by!" The blonde little girl shook herself as if she were just waking up and quickly turned and closed the door tight. She turned around again and stared first at Davey, then at her mother.
"Please ... please Betty, try to understand, it ... it's so hard to explain." Sylvia's voice grew fainter until it dropped to a whisper, she couldn't bear to see the look that was on her child's face! Davey touched her shoulder and she stopped trying to explain.
The beautiful young widow allowed her son to help her to her feet, she stood passively as he wiped the thick cum away from her face, then obediently got back in bed when he motioned for her to. Davey stood beside the bed for a moment, staring at Betty, then he shrugged and slipped in beside her. Betty still stood, rooted in place by the door.
"Well Betts, you've seen us, you only have two choices now; you can just go back to your room ... or you can join us." Sylvia heard the calm tone in her son's voice and was amazed at how cool and decisive he sounded, but it took a few moments before what he was saying managed to penetrate her confused mind: "join us".
Betty's pretty little face was solemn for a moment as she thought it over, then she grinned and moved towards them! "I can't go back to sleep now, not when I know what's happening in here!" Sylvia watched in growing excitement as her slim young daughter stopped at the bed and then hurriedly slipped out of her nightgown. After an instant of shyness, she crawled under the covers. She lay beside her mother, Davey lay on the other side.
"I ... I don't know what I can say to you, darling," Sylvia murmured as she slipped a warm arm around her shoulders. "I don't think I'll ever be able to explain all of it." Betty giggled and shyly kissed her on the cheek.
"Don't try to explain ... Davey and I have a couple of secrets too, I don't think we can explain them either, could we, Dave?"
Instantly Sylvia saw the truth and stared in surprise from her son to her lovely little daughter. "You mean that you two ... you have...?" Betty giggled again and nodded, Davey just looked flushed and upset, he avoided Sylvia's searching gaze.
"Oh my," was all that the young mother could think of to say. It seems that we have all decided to try ... a new live style, I'm afraid that I don't know what the rules are, kids. I suppose we will have to make our own." She paused for a moment, uncertain about what to say next. Betty smiled and snuggled even closer.
"Well, we may have to make our own rules, Mother, but I know what one of the rules will be." Both Sylvia and Davey stared at her, waiting. "Rule number one is that we make the rules, not Grandmother."
Suddenly Sylvia felt braver, more sure of herself. "Right, we will have to do it for ourselves, won't we? We have to leave, darlings, you know that we do, we owe your grandmother more than we could ever repay but we all know that this isn't the place for us." She felt happy and warm, it looked like things were getting a little better, a lot better in fact! She was so engrossed in her thoughts that she didn't feel Betty's warm little mouth as it attached itself to her warm breast and began to suckle at her nipple. It wasn't until she began to feel the warm tingle between her thighs that she realized what was happening!
"Darling, I ... I don't know if you and I should ... what I mean is we ... well, I'm not sure that we could...." She stopped in utter confusion as she watched Betty's pink little lips purse tightly around her nipple and sighed as the pleasure rippled through her.
"Oh Mamma, don't be such a priss!" Betty sounded so indignant that Sylvia wanted to laugh, the laughter died in her throat as her daughter went on. "We have to, you couldn't leave me out, besides you were in my room earlier. You didn't act like a priss then!"
Sylvia stared at her child in amazement, she felt a blush creeping over her face as she realized exactly what she was talking about. "At first I thought I was dreaming, but I saw you, Mother, I saw you when you tiptoed out of the room after you ... helped me." Betty's voice grew bolder as she went on and by the time she finished her small hands were exploring her mother's body under the sheet. Sylvia sighed and surrendered to the thick, overpowering need that never seemed to die in her now. Her own hands slowly ran over Betty's slim frame, lingering at the small, cupcake breasts just long enough to make her daughter's little nipples stand out like hard pebbles.
Watching his mother and sister touch and caress each other's bodies aroused Davey's interest and he pressed up against Sylvia's smooth back, his hands joining Betty's as they aroused their mother's desirable, eager body.
Sylvia sighed and ran her free hand down until she could encircle her son's semi-hard penis between her thumb and forefinger. She smiled happily as she felt one stray drop of his semen ooze out of the small slit, she spread it over the glans, using it to help build up a gentle, moist friction between her flesh and his.
"We have to plan, darlings, we have to be very careful about leaving. Your grandmother is ... well, let's just say that she will be awfully upset about our leaving so soon, if she found out before we were ready, she might try to stop us."
"She won't find out, Mom, we can be careful. We'll slip our things out to the car first thing in the morning then, when we're ready we'll just tell her and drive away!" Her son's searching hand found her burning mound and Sylvia could only sigh and wiggle happily as he parted the stick hairs and began a gentle, feather-light massage of her hard clitoris. " ... we'll just tell her and drive away," his words gave her hope and courage.
"She won't find out, we'll be careful," Betty whispered as she guided her mother's hand down until she was pressing her hand against her naked vulva. "Ooooo Mama, I wish we hadn't waited so long to try this, I really wish we hadn't!"
Sylvia felt a happy, confident laugh bubbling up in her throat as she gently masturbated both of her lovely children. "Freedom may be frightening but it certainly has its rewards, doesn't it?"
The smooth rubbing of flesh against flesh roused her again and Sylvia sighed happily as she parted her thighs and felt Davey slip between them. "Ummmm baby," the beautiful widow sighed as his hard shaft stretched the lips of her sex as he entered her again. "Gently Davey," she murmured as her hand slipped beneath him and milked his swaying balls. "Gently darling, Betty's asleep, it's been a long night." He moved slowly over her, she could see his dark shadow moving over her, felt the age-old excitement rising as her son shoved and fed his man-sized dong to her incestuous cunt.
"Oh no I'm not," Betty's sleepy voice rose beside her, a small hand trapped one of her breasts and cupped it. "I don't want to be left out!" Sylvia moaned as her daughter's talented mouth sucked and nibbled at her nipple. Her own hand slid down Betty's curved back until her searching fingers found the firm little cheeks and parted them. She smiled happily as she heard Betty's surprised gasp as Sylvia pressed hard against the crinkled, tiny opening of her anus. This was so nice, Davey's slick, hard penis working in and out of her sucking, clinging vagina, her daughter's loving mouth bathing her firm breasts, it was very nice!
Even later, when she lay flat on her tummy, her mouth attached to Betty's squirming little bottom while Davey crouched behind her, filling her aching pussy with violent thrusts of his cock, she was still happy. "Ooooo," she mumbled, her tongue busy as it flicked back and forth over the tiny clitoris. "Oooo, very, very nice!"
CHAPTER NINE
"Now for heaven's sake, act natural," Sylvia managed to whisper to both her children just before they went into the kitchen. "When you see the clock, slip your things out to the car and lay them in the trunk, but whatever you do don't let Laura know what's going on. I'd rather leave some things here than have a ... scene."
The young mother was surprised and proud of how Betty and Davey handled themselves, she couldn't see anything unusual in their behavior and she was certain that Laura couldn't either. They chatted noisily about a hundred things, everything seemed normal.
When she came in, Sylvia found that the only empty chair was beside Laura's. She tried to suppress her nervousness as she sat down next to the handsome woman.
"From the rosy glow on your cheeks I'd guess that you had a nice time last night." The widowed mother jumped nervously as Laura's hand found her knee and began to work her fingers up her shaking thighs.
Sylvia peeked at Laura from the corner of her eye; no one would ever know what was happening under the table by looking at the woman's serene face!
"I was tempted to come to you last night, my dear," Laura's voice was low, no one else at the table could have heard her. "I almost did but I was afraid that you would be too ... tired." She smiled at Sylvia as her fingers forced between her closed thighs and pressed hard against her dampening mound.
Sylvia's hand began to shake so badly that she dropped her spoon. "Oh ... I'm sorry," she blurted as she bent to pick it up. Laura gave her a cool, superior smile when she sat up again.
"You must try to relax Sylvia. It's a good thing that you came for this visit, in fact I think that you and the children should plan to stay all summer, don't you?"
There was the snap of command in Laura's voice. Sylvia tried not to be frightened by her glimpse of the steel that lay behind her mother-in-law's velvet exterior.
"You might even consider staying with us permanently darling, we have all the room you need and we'd love to have you, wouldn't we Lily?" Sylvia threw a startled glance across the room; Lily looked up from the stove and smiled at her. There was open lust in the little woman's eyes, Sylvia felt her belly churn!
"We'd love it," was all that the woman said but Sylvia shuddered inside as the full impact of the woman's obvious message struck home. She didn't want to be excited, she needed to keep her head clear but she knew she was already getting wet and slippery and realized that she could never resist the vile things that Lily would do to her. If they stayed here, she would be destroyed!
"Finish your food, children," Laura said. She paused a moment and smoothed Betty's tousled hair. "Your mother and I have something to discuss, while we do that why don't you both visit with Lily?" Her hand still toyed with Betty's short, blonde hair, it was obvious what she was thinking but her attack caught Sylvia by surprise. "We're all open and honest with each other, aren't we?" Her challenging stare unsettled Sylvia and the children. "We all know how we've shared our love and our bodies so there is no reason for us to hide what we're doing." They could all see the strange light burning in her eyes. "Your mother and I are going to my room and we are going to make love!" Her attention snapped back to Betty. "And when I'm done with her, little darling, you and I are going to spend some time together, won't that be nice?"
Only Sylvia and Davey could see how hard it was for Betty to smile and nod as her grandmother's hands boldly massaged the front of her shirt, squeezing and pinching at her immature breasts.
"Come with me Sylvia," Laura commanded. Sylvia saw her son stiffen in the chair but she shook her head slightly. Making sure that Lily and Laura couldn't see, she mouthed the words to him, willing him to stay in his seat and not cause a problem.
"Eleven, meet me at the car at eleven!" She saw him relax and knew that he understood and was back in control. Eleven, that was the time that they had planned on, she would have to find some way to slip away from Laura by then, she had to!
The older woman stopped her on the stairs. Sylvia tried to ignore the shaking of her knees as Laura's hands touched and teased her. "You are going to stay with us Sylvia, I'm sorry if you feel that I'm trying to run your life but you are going to stay! Tomorrow we'll contact an agent and put your house up for sale."
Sylvia was about to protest but she realized that she didn't dare, she had to let Laura think that she was in charge, no matter what happened she had to play along until eleven.
"Isn't this a lovely way to start out the day?" Sylvia felt herself being pushed gently into the room, she only managed to take a few steps before she stopped short in amazement! On the bed lay James! Sylvia stared at the huge, naked man. He grinned happily at her, his hand stroked up and down-the thick pole of his cock, keeping it hard and ready for them!
"Just look at it," Laura whispered in her ear as she pulled the young brunette's robe down her arms. "Just think how good it's going to feel to have that monster screwed tight between your pretty legs!" Sylvia tried to ignore the idea but the thought was already inside of her! Laura's words made her feel faint as she stared at the glowing cap of the heavy prick. It would feel so good to have it inside her! She hardly noticed when Laura tugged her gown down over her hips and it only took the slightest pressure in the small of her back to start her moving. She slipped up on the bed beside the big man, she brushed his hand away and her eyes sparkled as she ran her hand up and down the warm pole of flesh; just touching him sent sparks through her veins!
A warm breast pressed against her back, Laura was naked and in bed with them! "Go on, show him how happy you are to see him." Her mother-in-law's hand pressed against her and the young widow found herself being pushed downwards, James' huge prick loomed up in front of her eyes and she groaned as her mouth fell slack and wide! She shivered as she felt the silky flesh brush across the sensitive nerve endings of her lips. James' meaty hand replaced Laura's at the back of her neck and she gurgled and moaned softly as the strong hand drew her head down until she was swallowing a huge mouthful of his luscious cock!
"Suck it, suck it hard Sylvia, make him moan, make it wet and slick because he's going to stick that monster deep inside your tight little pussy!" Laura's voice bored in on her, it cut through the last restraint and the young widow began to gnaw and suck at him. Each shuddering time that she applied the lovely suction a fresh burst of flavor assaulted her taste buds and she loved it!
Lily stood in the center of the room, she was already naked and waiting beside her wide bed. She grinned at Davey and Betty as they stood just inside the door. "Don't be shy children, we've been together before; not all at the same time but we'll take care of that right now!" She ran her hand down between her thighs, rubbing hard between the folds of her labia with an extended forefinger.
Davey watched intently, feeling the excitement rising inside of him; eleven o'clock seemed far away, far enough away that he felt he could take one last taste of her, now! He was already moving towards Lily when he felt Betty's hand on his arm, he stopped and looked back at her.
"Why not Davey, why not?" That was all they both needed; Betty giggled as they raced towards the bed. Lily grinned widely and lay back, her firm little legs splayed wide as she waited for them. Davey couldn't stop staring at the wet, red inner lining of her cunt as he tore at the buttons of his clothing.
"Wait, wait a moment darling!" Sylvia was perched astride his muscular thighs, she wanted to grasp his heavy tool and fit in into her itching vagina but she had to wait as Laura bent before her. She watched with burning eyes as her mother-in-law slowly, liquidly sucked the fat tip of the big man's cock into her mouth. She heard the wet, sucking sounds as Laura mouthed the head, adding her own saliva to Sylvia's that already had the glans shining in the sunlight filtering through the window.
"Now, now it's ready for you, let me help, please Sylvia, let me help you!" Sylvia sighed heavily and raised her body. As she did, she inched forward until she could place the dripping opening of her sex directly over the thick stalk that Laura held upright for her. She quivered and trembled as she lowered herself, she felt the thick head spread her lips and moaned at the delicious, stretching feeling as James entered her!
"Ooooo that looks so nice, save some for me boy," Lily panted and she helped Davey position himself between Betty's parted thighs. He hungrily stared down as his dripping cock nuzzled in between her hairless little folds. Betty groaned and wiggled her bottom against the sheet as she felt him pressing into her.
"Ram her, make her squeal boy; that's the only way to teach a woman how to fuck; I know, that's the way that they taught me!!" Davey resisted her lewd demanded for a moment but she was pushing hard against his ass, forcing him to ram his thick, excited cock into Betty's tight little pussy. He gave his sister one last look before he lost all control and rammed forward!!
"Owwwwwoooooo!!" Betty screamed and he felt her slim thighs jerk towards the ceiling as the full length of his man-sized dong rammed its way up inside of her. He felt Betty's hands claw at his arms and, for a moment, he was afraid that he had hurt her badly but when she began to sigh and thrust her flat little belly up to him-she liked it!
"Go on," Lily challenged him, her hands guided him, set the pace as he began to thrust and withdraw in his sister's clinging little cunt. "She loves it like this; I told you so, every woman alive wants this, boy! She wants to be taken, she wants to be dragged through the mud and taken like the wild animal she is!"
Lily was panting and whispering in his ear and Davey could sense the wildness and the cruelty in the woman now, it had been there all along but it took this moment for it to break to the surface and betray her to him. "Fuck the little twat until she cums, boy!" Lily's words were muffled as she began to kiss down his moving back. Davey knew that she was insane now, worse than Laura, but the panting, intense little woman held him in her spell and he couldn't stop as he obeyed her lewd demands and rammed and thrust himself into his sister's moaning body. He could feel Betty's vise-tight pussy pulling at him and see the lust and desire written on her contorted face. They weren't making love; they were trying to kill each other with sex!
"Oooohhhhh boy, be still, just for a moment, wait." Lily's voice cut through the blood-red haze that covered his mind and Davey waited; he felt her warm lips pressing against his ass and was shaken. He might have said something but the little woman was squirming down behind him. After a moment's delay he groaned and his body jerked upright as he felt her hot tongue licking around and around his scrotum! He groaned and gripped at Betty's knees until his hands were numb and he felt her tight lips enclose his entire ball sac and the terrible suction began! He couldn't stop the sharp, powerful thrusts of his pelvis. Looking down, he saw Betty's eyes pop open in pained surprise, his sister wiggled frantically, making his thick cock twirl and rub inside her sucking, clipping orifice.
"She's got her finger ... oh god, Davey, she's got two fingers up my ... assssssss!!!!" He heard Betty's scream of pained pleasure and felt Lily sucking hard on his aching balls, he didn't have any choice, he bucked and rammed at his sister, making her moan and babble under the double assault on her senses!
"Oh that's fine darling," Laura crooned up at James. Sylvia lay spent and passive as the big man sat astride her body, she had her eyes shut but felt the thick, slick motions of his cock as it rubbed up and down between the valley of her breasts. Laura was pressing her firm globes tight around the half-hard shaft, helping the huge man revive his wilted organ.
The young widow felt the thick steam of James' greasy cum dripping out of the stretched opening of her vagina. She could still feel the after-shocks of her orgasm; from time to time a fresh spasm would tear along her nervous system, making her moan and forcing her smooth thighs to wiggle and clamp together.
"Help him darling," the older woman begged her. "I can't wait, help him get it hard and ready for me!" Sylvia opened her eyes and watched as the smeared head of the cock appeared and disappeared between her breasts. She could see the swollen glans, see the thick drops of his milky semen greasing the path for his prick.
"I shouldn't help, this is vile and animal!" But she didn't listen to her feeble moral thoughts, suddenly she wanted to help, she had to help; it wasn't fair for her to be so happy, so fulfilled and for Laura to be in such terrible need! The young mother strained to lift her head, her long, wet tongue snaked out and she licked avidly at the swollen glans, trying to force the hot blood of excitement back into him, trying to will him hard again.
Laura tried a new track; Sylvia watched as the older woman rose up until she could speak directly to the man. "Get it hard darling, if it's hard and ready I'll let you come in the back door! You know how much you like that. Here, feel baby, feel how nice and tight I am for you?"
Sylvia watched in horror as the handsome woman half turned and parted the cheeks of her buttocks with one hand and forced James' big hand between them with the other. "See? My little brownie is all ready for you James, you know how you like to take me there!"
She can't do it, she can't take that huge cock in there! Sylvia heard the agonized scream of her common sense when she realized what Laura was offering the man. She felt a movement and looked down in horror as his heavy meat began to stir and grow firm. She could almost see the thick blood filling him, making his tree-like cock rise and pull taut against his belly as he fingered and probed Laura's offered bottom.
"Don't, he'll hurt you, please Laura, please!" Sylvia pleaded and tried to pull at the older woman's arm but it did no good. Laura was placing herself on the mattress, she lay belly down, a thick pillow under her stomach. Her creamy buttocks were lifted to James, a mute invitation to the huge man to tear her in half with his monster cock!
Suddenly Sylvia's muscles grew weak and slack, she fell back on the bed and watched in disgusted horror as James crawled up behind Laura and began to rub the swollen crown between her cheeks.
"Get it wet, get it wet and slippery darling," Laura moaned as she desperately lifted her bottom, making the big man dip his bone-hard cock in her streaming cunt. Sylvia watched breathlessly as the fat crown of his cock pressed up against the small opening, there seemed to be some mystic bond between herself and. Laura; as the spade-shaped head forced into the tiny opening she groaned and squealed along with her mother-in-law! She could feel the pain and the delicious sensations as his horribly swollen prick destroyed the tight grip of the sphincter and dived into the woman's upturned bottom!
"Ooooo my God!! How can you stand it?" Sylvia's throat ached from the tension as she bent forward, her own virgin anus was itching and tingling as she watched the unnatural, perverted attack and hated her mother-in-law because it was she and not her that lay impaled by the huge shaft!!
Sylvia was about to beg him to pull away, she wanted to feel it too, wanted to be torn apart by the man's terrible spear but, as she reached for his arm, the young widow's eye caught the dial of the clock that sat beside the bed; five of eleven!!
Suddenly she was cool! Sylvia felt as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over her heated, aroused body! She slowly sat back on her heels and watched Laura as she lay pinned under the man. Then she smiled faintly and quietly slid back off of the bed. Not even pausing to pick up her robe and gown, she went to the door. Once she stood in the open doorway, she paused and looked back at the straining couple on the bed. "Good-bye Laura, I don't think we'll be staying any longer. We have our own lives to lead, we can't stay trapped in this place. We're going home!" She said it but she was careful not to say it very loud and the rutting couple on the bed didn't even notice that she had gone!
"Tie it tight," the dark little woman commanded. Davey finished the knot on her wrist and checked to see if the other knot was secure before he straightened up. Betty had finished the last knot on Lily's ankle and the small housekeeper lay spread-eagled on the bed. Her face was buried in the pillow. "Now take the whip and hit me, boy," she groaned, wiggling her firm little buttocks in anticipation.
Davey picked up the wicked looking whip and hesitated. Betty was standing by the door, pointing at the clock that stood in the hall. Even from where he stood the handsome boy could see the hands creeping towards eleven; there was just enough time!
"Come on boy, hurt me, I like it, hit me hard!" Lily's demand sparked a small demon in Davey; he paused only long enough to smear the thick handle of the whip with ointment then leapt up on the bed. With one hand he parted Lily's firm little ass cheeks and with the other he shoved the greased handle straight up her ass!!
"Oooooo!! What did you do to me???" Lily's pained screams of surprise echoed in their heads as they raced up the back stairs towards their rooms.
Nothing went wrong, Betty and Davey stopped only long enough to slip into their waiting clothes before they picked up their bags and hurried down the hall. They heard pained moans and grunts coming from their grandmother's room but didn't stop, they knew what they had to do.
Sylvia waited beside the car, her own bag was already in the back and she had the lid open when they hurried out the door, leaving it hanging wide open. "Hurry, oh Christ hurry up!"
The young widow saw her hands were shaking as she pushed the last bag into the trunk and slammed the lid shut. The children were already in the back seat with the doors shut, she streaked towards the driver's seat and slid under the wheel. It took a moment of fumbling as she tried to make the key fit the small slot but she finally managed; but she didn't start to breathe until the motor roared to life and she let the clutch snap out. The motor howled and the tires spit gravel across the yard as they jerked forwards and down the narrow lane. Sylvia thought she heard a shout coming from the house but when she looked back they had already made the turn and the house was hidden by the tall hedge; they were free and clear!!!
The house was quiet and still. The car was sitting locked in the garage, the motor cold. Sylvia sighed and lay back against her pillow and watched as Davey's strong young body lay crouched over Betty's. She heard the slick, wet sounds as her beautiful son's big prick slipped in and out of Betty's tight little pussy.
I'll have to take her down to see the doctor soon, I don't care what he thinks, she's going on the pill as quick as she can! For a moment the beautiful brunette hesitated; was it right? Was what they were doing the right thing to do? After that moment she simply shook her head and tossed the question aside; right or wrong it was done, they were lovers and there was no turning back!
"It's my turn darling," the beautiful young widow whispered as she tugged at her son's hips.
She heard Betty's moan of frustration as her brother's hot prick was withdrawn from her and smiled.
"It's all right honey," Sylvia whispered. "It's going to be fine, Mama will fix it for you, just you wait and see!" She knelt down on the wide bed and shivered happily as she felt her lovely son pressing in behind her, his thick prick slid into the wet froth around her aroused cunt then groaned as the blunt tip speared her and filled her with its special love!
As if she were acting on cue, Sylvia's beautiful little daughter wiggled under her, the young mother dipped her head and licked at the slippery, hairless little slot, making the little blonde squeal and wiggle happily.
"It's going to be fine," Sylvia told them later as they lay close under the sheet. "All we have to do is be careful, we can't let anyone know what we do, children. We have to be normal, we have to be right. If we act natural no one will ever guess; they can live next door for years and they'll never guess what we do when the doors are closed; they'll never guess, never!!"
