Runaway wives and mothers have become an alarming national problem during the last several years, for the most part escaping out of blind frustration and often without thought of their destination or how they will sustain themselves. The spouses and children left behind are more often than not confused, bewildered and sometimes irate, mainly because the incidents signaling the woman's abrupt departure went entirely unnoticed.
Most larger cities, in response to the problem, have set up refuges and sanctuaries for these unfortunate housewives, usually in their thirties or forties, to get them off the street, offer counseling, and give them an opportunity to adjust to single life should they elect not to return to their families.
What causes this aberration?
According to the women themselves, there are many reasons, both logical and illogical, the most common of which seems to be a feeling of seething desperation because life appears to be passing them by at a rapid rate.
They have become so enmeshed in the thankless tasks of caring for home and family that their individuality is sacrificed. Day to day chores, including marital sex, become purely routine, noticed only when they are not performed, and the rituals become maddening.
Just as the household duties take on a demeaning air, so does connubial sex gradually lose its charm until it has no more excitement than washing dishes or vacuuming the carpet. A great many of the runaways firmly believe that their mates look upon copulation with them as something akin to solitary masturbation, devoid of interest as to whom they are with. They are no longer companions, but convenient whores.
Along with this thinking, quite a few women begin to develop a new awareness of other males. They may focus on friends, neighbors, or chance acquaintances and wonder what life and sex would be like with them. And, since many of these mothers have pubescent sons, the boys are not exempt from becoming objects of sexual fantasies.
Not surprisingly, since adultery carries with it such fearful connotations and penalties, the relative safety of incest within the home is infinitely more appealing.
While sexual exploitation of children has long been generally attributed to men, few average people are willing to believe or accept the wife/mother role in these acts. Many noted authorities have openly stated that the women are often as guilty as the men. Countless mothers have been known to condone, and even assist in, adult male intercourse with their daughters for vicarious pleasure or in order to excite their partners to more thrilling acts with themselves.
Since a boy reaching puberty is physically able to perform all manner of sexual acts, disheartened, anxious and fearful mothers use their sons to put excitement back in their lives by way of the bed, consoling themselves that it is harmless. Because the void must be filled, and the boys are in proximity, the outcome is inevitable.
These incestuous situations quite often result in unbearable stress. The dread of discovery and qualms of guilt compounded by the distress that caused the problem, drive the runaway to flee, to seek anonymity far away from all who know and rely on her. The syndrome is common, though unfortunate, and only public education and understanding can help.
This story deals with a woman caught up in just such futility and striking out on her own. Though naive and ashamed, she forces a complete break and becomes a "go-go" dancer. Chary of mature men, she turns to adolescents for sexual gratification and gives vent to all the latent lust within her. How this transpires is much too shocking for the squeamish, so if you have a weak constitution, don't attempt to read it.
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CHAPTER ONE
Steam clouds billowed around the bathroom as Sue slid the shower door back and stepped out. Grabbing up a fluffy towel, she began drying off, her mind working busily. Today was the day, and she was trying to think of anything she might have forgotten. Resting each foot on the toilet seat, she dried her legs, then rubbed the towel through her crotch and over her pelvis that was covered with a dense forest of rust-colored hair.
When she had wiped the water drops from her large, firm breasts that were like snowy mountains capped with pink tips, she took off the shower cap and let her auburn hair fall down her back, the rich tresses reaching nearly to her waist. When she finished drying, she hung up the towel and bent over the sink to brush her teeth, her immense globes flopping and swaying.
It wasn't until she raised up to wipe her mouth that she saw her husband leaning against the door jamb, ogling her with lust-tilled eyes as he fondled his gigantic erection. The sight of him lewdly caressing his organ made her stomach muscles knot up. His intent was clear. He wanted to get his rocks off before he went to work, and she didn't know whether she could abide that, even one more time.
"How about coming back to bed?" Nick said bluntly.
"Not now," she replied, trying to keep her tone light. "I just got cleaned up. Besides, Mike's up, isn't he?"
"Yeah, but I had him take the truck out to the new job. For God's sake, I'm not going to get you dirty. I just want a fuck. C'mon. I'm behind schedule already."
Sue closed her eyes and sighed when he turned and walked to the bed. It was either satisfy him or get into another argument, neither of which she wanted, but letting him have his way for the last time was the lesser of two evils. He didn't know it yet, but it would be the final time he would have her.
She stepped into the next room and crossed over to where he was stretched out with his thick, blue-veined organ angling up from his hairy pelvis, the crinkled sac containing his testicles resting between his muscular thighs. Though she fought it, the scene was disgusting to her, and she had to swallow the bile that surged up into her throat.
"How about a little suck first?" he suggested.
"It's been a long time since you've put your mouth on it."
Yes, it had been a long time. Months, in fact. And she wasn't sure the revulsion she felt would let her do it now. She stared at his elongated member and its silken bulbous head with a sense of guilt over what she was going to do, then crawled up onto the mattress to kneel next to him.
"Which do you want?" she asked without emotion. "A blow job, or a fuck?"
His mouth twisted into a smirk. "A little of both. Shit, Sue, you know what I like. Mouth it a bit, then mount me. Get with it. I've had a hard-on since I got up."
When he put a hand on the nape of her neck and began pushing her face down toward his throbbing tool, Sue resigned herself to the inevitable. There was no way to get out of it and still accomplish what she intended to do, and the sooner it was over with the better.
"All right, Nick. Take it easy. I'll do it."
The male aroma of his genitals assailed her nostrils as she crouched low over them. Once it had been a pleasure to take his giant cock in her mouth, but no more. Too much had transpired that she couldn't cope with, and now the idea of sucking on his prick nearly gagged her.
She kissed the velvety helmet-like head, rimming the crown and feeling his pre-cum moistening her lips. Then she stuck out her tongue and started licking the mast from base to tip, over the gristly ridges and pulsing veins. When he began to moan and squirm, she opened her mouth and covered the swollen knob, applying suction as she engulfed his thrumming joint.
"Aaaggghhh! That's it, baby! Oh, fuck! You know how much I like your mouth on my dick! Uuuunnnggghhh! Damn! Not too long, now! I know it tastes good, but I want to fuck you! Uuuhhh!"
You don't know anything, you sonofabitch! she thought angrily as she nodded her head on his cock. This is all I'm good for to you! A damn mouth and cunt! I could be anybody right now, and you wouldn't give a shit! All you want is to get your gun off!
He had reached out with both hands, one kneading a swaying tit and the other delving into the slick canyon of her pussy. His rough grabbing at her was infuriating, but she managed to ignore it and turn her thoughts to the carefully planned escape that was to take place shortly.
"Ooohhh, Jesus, Sue!" he groaned. "Your mouth is as good as your twat! Uuunnnggghhh! You've gotta be the best cocksucker in the world! Not much more! I can't take it! I want to screw your hot pussy! Ooohhh, fuck! You're fantastic!"
She was on the verge of being sick as he stuffed his prick into her mouth past her tonsils and into her throat. She knew he was aroused enough now that the distasteful act of fucking wouldn't take long. Popping her mouth from his pecker, she swung a leg over him and straddled his saliva-wet organ. He made low guttural sounds when she put a hand between her thighs, gripped his flaming member, and guided the head toward her cunt hole.
"I'm not very wet," she muttered. "Take it slow."
"Just get it in!" he rasped. "You'll get juicy soon enough!"
Sue released his tool and placed her hands on his shoulders while he covered her tits and began squeezing them. Then she lowered herself gradually, consuming his cock with her nearly dry sheath. Her vagina expanded around his penetrating poker with just enough lubricant to permit entry. She winced as the bloated shaft invaded her belly, unable to cast aside the feeling that she was in a sense being raped.
"Christ, Sue! Your cunt is really tight this time! Aaagghhh! You're some piece of ass! Fuck me, babe! Wring that pecker out! Ungh! Ungh! Daaamn! Screw me like a whore! Uuuhhh!"
You'd better enjoy it, bastard, because I'm not your whore any more! From now on, you can go fuck sluts! Get the most out of it, Nick! This is the last goddamn time!
The plummeting prick reached her womb at the same time her puffy vulvae splayed out around the root of his dick and their springy pubic hair mingled. She closed her eyes so he wouldn't see the loathing in them, then began to rise and drop, spiraling her hips as she sucked him off with her cuntal mouth.
"Damn, baby!" he gasped, digging his rough fingers into the spongy flesh of her tits. "Hhhuuuunnnggghhh! That's what I needed! You're a pro, Sue! Uuunnnggghhh! Take it deep, babe! Swallow it all with your pussy! Ooohhh, shit! You're a terrific fuck!"
As she corkscrewed up and down on Nick's gigantic tool, Sue forced herself to relax and let go. It wouldn't do any good to pretend, and his cock did excite her as it rubbed deliriously against the walls of her sheath. As long as she had to fuck him, it was senseless not to get some pleasure out of it, especially since she had no idea when she would screw again.
Her nails bit into his shoulders as she speeded up her rhythmic bucking. The stabbing cock ignited the flow of syrupy honey from her twat, and the wet sounds of fucking were reverberating around the room. Her pounding cunt was working up a lather between them, and the wool on his pelvis was tickling her sensitive clit.
"Fuck ... fuck!" she grunted. "Nice prick! Sooo nice! Ooohhh! Huh! Huh! Huh! Way up to my waist! Good Gooooood! So hard! So hot! Hhhuuuhhh! Aaahhh! Aaahhh!"
Nick was lurching up to her, cramming the full length of his straining muscle into her frothy pussy. His eyes were glassy, and his face contorted. Her bare buns were slapping against his thighs, and they were both grunting their unleashed passion.
"GODDAMN, SUE! FUCK! BANG ME! I'M GETTING READY TO LET GO! UNG! UNG! UNG! FUCK, BABE! FUUUUUCK! I'VE GOT A
When the viscous stream of scalding semen splashed against her womb in powerful jets, Sue's uterus began spasming and her abdominal wall palpitated. Her cascading hair swished across her ass as she threw her head back blindly and reveled in the joyous shocks of climax that raced through her body, prickled her skin and made her pussy flutter.
The copious was he hosed into her filled her tunnel and leaked out past his impaled piston. She waited until his jerking tool had stopped gushing, then squeezed her foamy pussy tight before lifting off his rapidly wilting prick. Hurrying into the bathroom, she sat on the stool and let the white globs drain into the bowl, thankful that the episode was over. As she was wiping her crotch, Nick came in to wash himself off at the sink.
"Well be late tonight," he mumbled. "Got three jobs to take care of today. Be home around six or so."
"All right." Stepping past him, she went to make the bed out of pure habit, knowing she would never sleep there again.
"Get some beer today, will you?" he asked, putting on the work clothes she had laid out for him. "And don't forget to write Tommy. Those first days in the service are hell. He'll want to hear from us."
"I will." She avoided looking at him as she went to the dresser to brush out her hair, afraid something in her expression would give her away. Taking her time, she was still fussing with her burnished curls when he was ready to go. Moving up behind her, he reached around for her tits and kissed her neck.
"Thanks, baby. That was a good balling. You're a fuck and a half."
Sue glanced at his reflection briefly. "Better get moving. Mike'll be wondering where you are."
"Right. See you tonight."
She watched him go in the mirror, listened for the front door, then took a deep breath and let it out slowly. It was all over. Dropping the brush, she began dressing. First came the blue bikini panties, then the lacy blue satin bra that lifted her majestic tits and pushed them together. Then she slipped into panty hose and a navy blue knit dress that hugged every contour of her lush frame. White high heels completed the outfit. The little make-up she wore was quickly applied, and she was ready.
After calling a taxi from the bedside phone, she went to her oldest son's recently vacated room, got the two suitcases she had carefully packed the day before, and put them by the door in the living room. Then she stepped to the desk to write Nick a brief note before returning to the bedroom for her purse. Checking the contents, she went back to the front room to wait for the cab.
Nick would be surprised, galled, perhaps even mad as hell, but it couldn't be helped. With their eldest in the service and Mike quitting high school against her wishes to learn his father's electrical contracting business, she felt her life had reached a dead-end. All she was good for now was cooking, cleaning and fucking, and there had to be more to existence than that.
Her mind had been made up when they saw Tommy off. She was going to carve out a new future some way, find something to do that would make her glad to get out of bed in the morning. Even though she had been nothing but a housewife for over eighteen years, and had no specialized training, there had to be a niche for her someplace.
She was only thirty-eight, and still had her looks and good figure. Regular visits to a health spa had kept her muscles and skin well-toned. She was sure she could pass for much younger, if no one noticed the seemingly perpetual tiredness in her large green eyes.
A horn honked in the street. She took one last look around at the house she had called home for so many years, then opened the door just as the driver was about to knock.
"Those two bags there," she said. When he carried them out, she turned the lock on the knob and closed the door firmly, an action that was as symbolic as it was necessary. Then she walked to the cab and climbed in without a backward glance. "The bus station, please."
* * *
Martindale was a medium-size city that subsisted largely on several electronic manufacturing plants.
It was clean, had a good school system, and its citizens were mostly middle-class. Sue had a niece there, a woman nearly her own age, the daughter of her deceased oldest brother and her only living relation. They had always been close, and Sue felt natural coming there for solace, advice, and possibly help.
Before claiming her luggage, she went directly to the phone booths and dialed, a smile forming on her face as the number rang.
"Hello?"
"Fran? It's Sue. Guess what? I'm in town."
There was a long pause, then a throaty voice said, "Well, what a surprise. Is the family with you?"
"No, I'm by myself. If you're not busy, I thought I'd run out."
Another pause, then, "That would be nice. Come ahead, but you'll have to forgive the house. It's a mess."
"Don't think a thing about it. I'll grab a cab and be on my way. Put the coffee on."
Once in the taxi, Sue began to relax. She would be safe here. Fran was the one person she could trust implicitly, and she knew Nick would never find out where she was from her, even though she was barely fifty miles away from home. It took ten minutes to reach the house, and she waited until the driver had put the suitcases on the porch before she rang the bell.
"Sue! How good to see you!"
Fran laughed and pecked her on the cheek. She was a svelte brunette with normally twinkling hazel eyes, and had the natural kind of beauty that made men's heads turn. Her figure was hidden under a quilted robe, but as she leaned down for one of the bags, Sue caught a flash of an alabaster tit all the way to a brown nipple.
"It's good to see you, too." Sue picked up the other bag and went inside. They sat the luggage down, then Fran motioned her toward the kitchen and she followed. The house was much newer and bigger than the one she had just left, and the furnishings were twice as expensive. In the ultra-modern kitchen, a coffee pot and cups were on the table, along with a half full bottle of brandy.
"Sit down," Fran said, dropping into a chair. "What brings you here? Vacation?"
"Not exactly." While her niece poured coffee, Sue lit up a cigarette. The moment of truth had come, and she was slightly nervous. For the first time since the idea had popped into her head, she would have to admit what she was doing openly. "Fran, I'm running away. I've left Nick ... and the kids. For good."
"Oh, no." The brunette's face saddened. "I thought things were going so well for you."
"It's not things, it's me." Sue added brandy to her cup and stirred it. "I'm fed up with all the wifely and motherly duties, including the acrobatics in bed. I had to get out, away, and see what's going on in the world. I've had it with my dull, drab life. I want something exciting to happen to me."
"Well, you won't find it here." Fran poured brandy into her coffee. "I'm in the same boat, only the situation is reversed."
"What do you mean?"
"Jack split. Last week. Took most of the money out of the business account and ran off with a big-titted go-go girl that was working for us. So, I'm stuck with the house and the club."
"Go-go girl? In your cocktail lounge? When did that start?"
Fran helped herself to one of Sue's cigarettes and blew the smoke aside. "When we started losing money. People around here aren't drinking like they used to. We had to do something to get the till ringing again. Bare tits seemed to be the only answer."
It was difficult for Sue to hide her astonishment. Fran and Jack owned a beautiful lounge only four blocks away on the main street near the outskirts. It had been a money-maker for years, providing them with this house and anything else they wanted. It didn't seem possible that they would turn it into a sex bar, for as far as she knew, they were very moral persons.
"And the kids?" Sue asked hesitantly.
"They're staying at a friend's right now. I had to have time to get organized. I've got bills due, a payroll to meet, and I'm a girl short. I'm sorry, hon, but you picked a lousy time for a visit."
As she sipped on her coffee royal, Sue felt as though she had just had the props kicked out from under her. This was the only refuge she knew of, the only place she could seek shelter. The five hundred dollars in her purse wouldn't last long if she had to pay for room and board besides hunting for a job. Things looked even more bleak than they had before she ran off.
"Well, I won't stay, Fran, under the circumstances. You've got a lot of things to do, and I'd just be in the way. I'll go to a motel or something. I certainly can't go home."
"It's a damn shame you caught me like this. Any other time, and you know I'd...." Fran stopped short and a thoughtful gleam came into her eyes as she raised her cup and drank slowly. "Do you really mean it, Sue? Do you want to break away and do something entirely different?"
The way she spoke gave the red-head a breath of hope. "I really do. I'm willing to try anything. My mind is made up. It's now or never."
Fran put her coffee down and rested her chin on folded hands. "I've got an idea. How's your figure? You don't have any stretch marks or anything, do you?"
Puzzled, Sue shook her head. "No. I keep in pretty good shape. At least I don't sag anywhere, and my bust is firm. Why?"
A Cheshire-cat smile curved the brunette's mouth. "How would you like to work for me and make two hundred a week for a few hours work?"
"You must be kidding! Why, I don't know anything at all about ... !" Then it hit Sue, and she nearly choked. "Fran! You can't be talking about filling that girl's place!"
"Why not? There's nothing to be afraid of. I don't let my customers near the girls, and vice versa. There are two other girls. We put on an hour show at noon for the lunch crowd, then they don't go on again till eight o'clock. Each girl is on only ten minutes at a time. They rotate."
Sue felt her cheeks burning and her pulse was racing. Just the thought of appearing naked in front of a room full of men was enough to embarrass her. She couldn't see herself doing that drunk, let alone sober. While she wasn't overly sensitive about her body, she was damned particular who saw it.
"No, Fran. Thanks, anyway. I'd be so ashamed I'd probably faint. It would never work."
The brunette reached over to put a hand on her arm. "Look, it's not as bad as you think. You dance on a little stage behind the bar. Nobody can touch you. And you wouldn't be completely nude. It's not legal. Tiny panties cover your pussy and ass. All that's really bare is your boobies."
After draining her cup, Sue shook her head with finality. "I'm just not cut out for that sort of thing. Besides, I'm much too old."
"Crap! The dudes that come in just want to see flopping tits and jiggling asses. They don't give a damn how old you are. I mean it. And you could stay here, too. Think about it. You'd be helping me and making good money at the same time. Where else could you pull down that kind of a salary?"
It was something to think about, all right. Sue realized all too well that she had no abilities or talent. Whatever else she did would be menial, and pay menial wages. Without money, her life would be as meaningless as it was before. Fran wouldn't be hard to work for, and the free rent was an added incentive.
"Do ... do you really think I could? I don't even know how they move. I've only seen a go-go dancer once. If I did that, I'd probably throw a hip out of joint."
Laughing, Fran filled their cups with pure brandy. "Your joints will hold up. Let's see what you look like. You don't mind undressing in front of me, do you? I have to see if there's anything to change or cover up, you know."
Now that they had gotten down to the nitty-gritty, Sue was apprehensive and trembling. She tried to rationalize that there was nothing wrong with stripping in front of another woman, but it still made her feel queasy. Up to that point, Nick was the only living being that had seen her nude.
"Well, I ... right here?"
"Sure. The light's better. Remember, there'll be spotlights on you on the stage. Listen, if it'll make you feel better, I'll get out of this robe. Then you won't be the only one naked."
There wasn't time to protest before Fran had jumped to her feet and untied the sash around her waist. Without hesitation, she shrugged out of the robe and tossed it over a chair, then smiled with obvious pleasure at the way her aunt was gaping at her.
Sue found it difficult to put her reaction into perspective. Though she had known Fran all her life, she had never seen the woman without clothes, and her sudden eager interest in her niece's figure was disturbing. She wanted desperately not to stare, but couldn't seem to stop her gaze from traveling up and down Fran's bare body, savoring the luscious convex and concave curves like a lecherous maniac.
Fran's breasts rode high, and were nearly perfect cones, the brown aureoles at the tips an inch wide and the nipples blunt points. They weren't excessively large, but they were inviting. Her waist was small, her hips slender, and her legs exquisitely tapered. Dark brown ringlets formed a vee over her pelvis, and the curls fringing the slit of her cunt were matted and damp. Her ass was like a baby's bottom, with dimples on either side of the crease.
"I can guess what you're thinking," Fran said as she sat down again. "Why don't I get up there and show myself? The reasons are simple. First, I'm too busy. Second, I have to mingle with the customers, and they might get ideas if they saw me without a stitch on. Somebody'd try to cop a feel, and if I didn't let 'em, I'd lose their business."
"I can understand that," Sue said hollowly. She took a big gulp of brandy, and it seemed to calm her down. Now that the initial shock had passed, she was able to glance at Fran's tits without feeling awkward. "It's a shame, though. With a shape like that, you could draw them in like flies."
The brunette snorted, and for a second her mouth was grim. Then she managed a wan smile. "I appreciate the compliment, hon. Too bad it wasn't good enough to hold onto Jack. Well, are you ready for your strip-tease? Take everything off and let's see what you've got."
Still full of trepidation, but willing her body to move, Sue got to her feet and kicked off her shoes. Then, item by item, she started disrobing, draping her things on a chair. She was down to her brief panties before she became self-conscious and had to turn her back while she skinned the bikinis down her legs. When she stepped out of them and spun around to face Fran, she saw a look of open admiration on the brunette's face.
"Hot damn, Sue! I've never stopped to think about it, but you're a red-head all over! Christ, you've got a better build than either of the young kids I've got working for me!"
Sue was indeed "built". Her lush tits sloped down from the top, and curved up gently from the bottom into small pink aureoles. Her nipples were long, and jutted out proudly. Her stomach was as flat as a young girl's, with the abdomen protruding only a bit.
The red-head had just enough flesh on her that her bones didn't show, yet her waist was trim. The rusty wisps covering her pelvis and dipping into her crotch were dense, and had the glint of copper. Her mons was pronounced, as were the vertical lips of her pussy. Her legs were slim and curvaceous, with calves just the right size.
"I know you've probably seen a lot of naked girls," Sue said, "but right now I feel funny. Imagine what it would be like if men were staring at me."
Fran was shaking her head with wonder as she got up and walked around her aunt. "Believe me, hon, as long as you don't try to read their minds, it'll be a snap. Wait there a minute. I want you to try something on."
When her niece left the room, Sue hastily emptied her cup of brandy, hoping it would give her the courage she needed.
CHAPTER TWO
Fran returned with a small ball of red satin wadded up in one hand. Stopping in front of Sue, she unfolded it and held it up. "Got a dozen of these from a place in Hollywood. One size fits all. Slip it on so we can see what we have."
Sue looked at the tiny garment suspiciously. It was nothing more than a little bit of cloth with elastic bands, fringed with a thin strip of white lace. In the center of what appeared to be the front was a long slit, also trimmed with lace.
"That isn't supposed to hide anything, is it?"
Chuckling, the brunette got down in front of her and lifted a foot to slip the thing on. "Just enough to keep the local fuzz off our backs. A local ordinance prohibits total nudity, but our lawyer came up with this idea to get around it. Lift your other foot. There."
Sue held onto her niece's shoulder for balance and watched the woman skim the panties up her legs and adjust them around her hips. The satin barely came up over her slit, and when she reached behind her, she felt the upper part of her ass crack exposed.
"It's a little too small for me, isn't it? I mean, my hair and my behind shows."
"No problem. As long as your cunt is covered, it's all right. Of course, we'll have to do a little hair trimming, but that's simple. Now I'll show you how the girls wear these things."
Peering down through her cleavage, Sue saw Fran part the opening in the satin. Then she reached in and began pulling out tufts of her red pubic hair, filling the cut with rusty curls. She jerked her hips back when Fran's fingers touched the lips of her pussy, then felt foolish when the woman grinned up at her.
"Are you that sensitive?" Fran asked teasingly.
"No. I didn't expect it, is all. What's the purpose of that?"
"We can legally get away with having hair sticking out, and it really turns the studs on. Same with the crotch. A few curls showing there doesn't hurt, either. All we'll have to shave is the top part of your pelvis. Okay?"
"I suppose. I'm still not sure I can go through with this. It seems, well, dirty somehow."
Fran got to her feet and poured more of the amber liquor into their cups. "Just think of yourself as a dancer, honey. Hell, all females have a little exhibitionist in them. Remember, you won't be near enough to the mob for anyone to feel you up. You're just showing them part of what you've got, and letting them get hard thinking about fucking you. That's what it's all about."
Still standing, Sue lifted her cup to her lips. To hear Fran tell it, it was easy, and why should she lie? After all, at the beach she had seen girls and women wearing little more than she had on. In fact, her own bikini wasn't much larger. It might be unpleasant to expose herself at first, but if no one handled her, she should be able to get used to it.
"Is there a mirror I could use, Fran? I'd like to see what I look like."
"Sure. Put your shoes on. I insist the girls all wear high heels. It flatters their legs."
Sue stepped into her white shoes, then followed the woman through the living room and down the hall. They went into Fran's bedroom where the sliding closet doors were solid mirrors. When she saw her almost naked reflection, Sue was mildly astonished. Her ripe figure wasn't half bad, and the panties and shoes made her look sexier than she would ever have believed. Moving closer, she made a full turn, critically appraising the total picture.
"God, if Nick could only see me now!"
Laughing, Fran started for the master bath. "He'd probably poke a hole right through his fly, Susy. That's how we keep our trade at the lounge. The dudes get a hard-on, and can't get up to leave."
As she admired herself, most of Sue's squeamishness vanished. It might be fun to tease men with her voluptuous body, knowing they couldn't get near her. Her ripe tits and the provocative fleece showing through and around the skimpy panties would surely cause erections in her audience. If she could keep her bashfulness controlled, it might be exciting.
"Let's take care of that excess hair," Fran said, coming back with an electric razor and a towel. "Come over and stand in front of me."
"All right." Sue waited, looking on while Fran spread her shapely legs and laid the towel on the floor between her feet. When the woman raised up, she found herself staring into the coral canyon of her cunt. The petal-thin labia were parted, and she could see not only Fran's tiny girl-cock, but the opening to her vagina as well. An eerie feeling came over her, and she could feel her cunt quivering as he crossed over to stand on the towel.
"This won't take a minute, Sue. Then we'll get dressed and go down to the place. We're calling it the 'Hot-Pants Lounge', now. We can make it in time to catch the nooner."
Plugging in the razor, Fran turned it on and flipped out the trimmer. Then, with complete absorption, she began trimming the dense pelt from the red-head's pelvis above the panties, letting the cut hair fall onto the towel.
Not knowing what to do with her hands, Sue put them behind her and watched her rich cuntal mane drop away. The vibration of the razor sent tingles throughout her groin, making her twat tickle and causing contractions in her womb. Having an attractive nude woman minister to her like this was something new, and the way she was feeling about it troubled her. It was close to the way she had reacted early in her marriage when Nick had felt her up before fucking her.
"Do you do this to the other girls, too?"
Fran shook her head as she began to shave the auburn stubble. "No, I only showed them how the first time. You know, it's funny, but some girls don't like to have their hair cut. They think it's some sign of femininity."
"I can understand that." Sue paused. "Tell me, do a lot of women come in the place?"
"More than you'd expect. Guys bring their dates or wives in, hoping they'll get the idea. And we get some dykes, too. They watch one or two shows, get hot, then go home and fuck."
Heated liquid was seeping into Sue's gash, and she could feel her clit pulsing impatiently. She tried to tell herself it was nothing, but there was no accounting for the way her senses were being sexually aroused. She had never even considered toying with a woman, yet those kind of thoughts were now tumbling around in her head.
"That's it," Fran said. "Take a look and put your clothes back on. I'll be ready in ten minutes or so."
Sue went to the mirrored doors and nodded approval. Now she was sensuous as hell, with just enough showing to provoke lewd thoughts in men's minds. It was thrillingly wicked, and she was discovering another part of herself, a part that was anxious to get men bothered and have them lust after her. Her face was flushed with pride when she went back to the kitchen to dress, and she was actually reluctant to strip off the sexy panties.
True to her word, Fran was set to go in a little more than ten minutes. She had put on a red skirt, white blouse, heels and hose, but wore no bra. After locking up the house, they went to the expensive sedan in the driveway and got in.
When they were on their way, Fran said, "We did some remodeling to the place. Put in the stage and a dressing room. We have the food catered for lunch, and the bar maids serve it. All we offer is spaghetti or sandwiches, nothing imagine. And the dancers never come into the lounge except on stage."
Sue's uneasiness began to return when they parked in a lot behind the club, but she managed to quell it before they got inside. Entering through a back door, they went right into the small office. The room contained only a desk, filing cabinet, and several chairs.
"Come on, honey," Fran said, dropping her purse before leading the way through another door. Then they entered the dressing room, and Sue blinked.
Along one wall was a twelve foot dressing table, complete with a lighted mirror behind it and three padded swivel chairs. The other walls and the ceiling were covered with a crimson flocked wallpaper. The thick rug was solid white. The brocaded settee and chaise lounge were blood red and white. It struck Sue as being more like a room in a whore house than a place to change clothes and make up.
"Lord, Fran! Who's idea was this?"
"Mine. I thought it would make the girls feel more sensuous before they went out." She glanced at her watch. "Terri must have split already. Let's see how Rachel's doing."
Waving Sue over, Fran opened a panel in the wall, revealing a window that looked onto the stage. Moving up behind her niece, Sue peered out and saw a ravishing young blonde prancing back and forth, tits cupped in her hands and hips doing coital humps. The bar beyond was packed with leering men, as were the tables on tiered platforms on the other side.
"Jesus!" Sue gasped. "It's packed! Can't they see us?"
"This is a two-way mirror, Susy. I put it in to check on things without having to go out there. Why don't you watch her routine while I go take care of some business. Make yourself at home."
When Fran left, Sue moved closer to the window. The blonde was in the center of the stage, legs spread, thrusting her hips forward in a pretense of fucking. Then she turned around with her back to the crowd, bent double, and began running her fingertips over her sculptured thighs and buttocks. Most of the men had their eyes glued to her crotch and were nearly drooling as they mentally raped her.
The sight fascinated Sue to the point of being oblivious to anything else. She tossed her purse on the settee, then leaned closer to observe the pretty girl's experienced gyrations. The blonde straightened slowly, making her entire body quiver, and turned back to face the audience. Planting her feet firmly apart, she began caressing her large, pink-tipped tits teasingly while she went into a back bend.
"Oh, God!" Sue murmured, imagining the view the crowd was getting of the blonde's pussy. The red panties had to separate, and they must have been able to see right into her coral chasm. It should have been enough to almost make them go off in their shorts. It wasn't until the performer ended her act and started off the stage that Sue realized she had been fondling her own cunt through her dress.
Another door flew open, and the blonde came bounding in, a broad smile on her face. When she saw Sue, her expression turned to one of curiosity. "Hi, there. I'm Rachel Ward. Are you a friend of Fran's?"
"Something like that. I'm her aunt. I've been watching your performance. It's quite an act."
Casually waving aside the compliment, Rachel sat down at the dressing table and began removing her heavy make-up. "I just get their peckers up, and that's what I'm paid for. Most of those fucking dudes wouldn't know what to do with a good piece of ass. You dig on looking at naked chicks, doll?"
"Not really, but I admire a nice body. You're certainly filled out in the right places."
That wierd sensation was again coming over Sue as she looked at the blonde and her reflection. Rachel talked rough, but there was a pristine beauty about her that was overwhelming. In fact, she was downright desirable. Her nicely formed tits were full and firm, and Sue had noticed that she was truly a blonde. She was about to ask her about the dancing when the door to Fran's office opened, and a young boy came in unannounced, carrying a tray covered with a towel.
"Hi, Rachel. Here's the salads. Sorry I'm late."
The blonde wiped her face with tissue and stood up. "That's okay, Ronny. Terri isn't here anyway. This is Fran's aunt. I didn't catch your name?"
"It's Sue. Sue Devlin. Glad to meet you, Ronny."
The boy was nodding a greeting when Rachel walked up to him, put an arm over his shoulder, and kissed him on the lips. "Ron's my lover, aren't you, darling. He brings us salads from down the street so we won't get fat. And he's really a stud."
"Awww, c'mon, Rachel. Don't." The boy's face was beet red.
Sue knew the blonde was teasing the kid, but she didn't have any right to interfere. It appeared to be a running joke, and was probably harmless even though Rachel was practically naked. If he had been delivering for long, he must be used to it by now. He looked to be about fifteen, tall and broad-shouldered, with black hair and deep blue eyes. A nice looking youngster.
"We're going steady, aren't we, Ronny?" Rachel asked coyly. "We might even start shacking up together."
Ron shuffled his feet and tried not to let his eyes drop to the girl's tits that were brushing his shirt. "Please don't kid me, Rachel. I gotta go now. Honest."
"Oh, but baby, you can't! Not before you show Sue what a big man you are! She's really interested, aren't you, Sue?"
There was nothing to say, so the red-head remained mute and let the girl do her thing. But then she glanced down at the boy's fly and saw it bulging with an erection. It didn't surprise her that the child was hard, considering what he was being exposed to, but she sucked in her breath when she saw Rachel reach out to grasp the protrusion and squeeze it.
"Wow, Ronny, it's like a rock this time! We'd better look at it and see if it's all right!"
Sue was on the verge of putting a stop to the blonde's lewd antics before she thought better of it. In her position, she couldn't afford a scene that might antagonize Fran or anyone who worked for her. Disgusting as it was, she was forced to maintain her silence.
Ronny had all the outward appearances of being hypnotized as Rachel fumbled with his zipper and opened his fly. His eyes were glassy and he was trembling as she put her hand in his jeans and pulled out his rigid cock. It was immense for a lad his age, a full six inches long, blue veins livid under the white skin, and capped by a purple satiny knob.
Swallowing a lump in her throat, Sue felt her legs go rubbery as she gaped at the boy's prick. She hadn't seen her son's cocks since they were little, and Nick's organ was the only man-sized dick she was familiar with. To see a youngster hung like that took her breath away, and she wondered if he was abnormal. She was still gawking helplessly as Rachel curled her tiny hand around the jumping pole and began stroking it.
"Don't, Rachel!" the boy said chokingly, seemingly unaware that Sue was still in the room. "You know what happens when you do that to me! Please! I gotta go!"
"Now, lover," Rachel crooned. "You know you can't go out on the street like that. What would the ladies say? We'll do what we always do. Give your baby a kiss."
While he moaned with anguish and put his lips to hers, the blonde moved closer, squashing her tits against his chest. Then she worked the head of his prick around until it was poking through the slit in her panties. They were still locked in a kiss when the tip disappeared in her golden pubic curls and she started to undulate her hips.
It was the most carnal act Sue had ever witnessed, yet she was enthrallingly transfixed. She knew the blonde was rubbing Ronny's bulb in her slick trough and what would happen if she kept it up. It wasn't only vulgar, it was obscene, and she couldn't bring herself to believe Fran would tolerate such things.
"Ooohhh, God!" Ron whimpered, bowing his neck to nuzzle his face against Rachel's neck. "Nooooo! Rachel! You're gonna make me do it again! I can feel it comin'! How come you do this to me? Uuuunnnggghhh! Aaaggghhh!"
The blonde's hips were churning, and she was imitating what she did on the stage. Her hand was a blur on his ribbed shaft, and she was getting herself off by rubbing her clit with the boy's cockhead. She clutched at him with her free hand, and her undulations became more wanton and wild.
"You're gonna cum, lover!" she panted. "You're gonna squirt your load. C'mon! You know you want to! Let it go! Shoot it out! You know how terrific it is to cum! Do it, Ron! Do it! Gggaaahhh! Hhhuuuhhh Oh! Oh! Uuuhhh! Uuuhhh!"
While the tremors of orgasm were wracking her from head to toe, Rachel suddenly twisted aside and began flailing the boy's tool mercilessly. His knees bent, his spine arched, and his face twisted into a grimace of sheer rapture. Then he jerked as jets of pearly semen erupted from his joint to arc in the air and rain on the rug.
Sue's breathing was rapid and uneven and her flaming pussy was torturing her as she watched the blonde milk the last drops of jizz from Ronny's leaping pecker. Then Rachel reached for some tissues, wiped his dick off, and tucked the wilting muscle back in his pants.
Ron was still in a daze as he looked around the room, then stumbled to the door and left without saying a word. Taking a deep breath, Rachel got to her knees and began sopping up the sperm from the otherwise unsoiled carpet. When she was through, she skinned off her red satin panties, dropped them on the dressing table, then went to the closet for her clothes.
The girl's cool, unruffled attitude only added to Sue's emotional agitation. Whether intentional or not, Rachel had made her a part of the lascivious attack on the boy, and while it had ignited a strange craving in her cunt, she was still resentful. Backing up, Sue sat down next to her purse and watched the blonde pull on a pair of black bikini panties, slip into a clinging black dress, then push her feet into sandals.
"Would you mind telling me what that was all about?" Sue asked as the blonde put on her lipstick in front of the mirror.
Turning slowly, Rachel looked at her as though she was addlebrained. "What did it look like? Listen, lady, the kid's had a rough life. When he comes over here, we try to give him a little fun, ya know? Hell, if it wasn't for us, he'd just go jack off someplace. What's the matter? Did it bug you?"
"Not really, but I'm not used to seeing things like that. It was a shock to have you do it right in front of me."
The girl laughed scornfully and picked up her purse. "You sure don't talk like any of Fran's relation. This ain't exactly a church, ya know. If you don't believe me, come around tonight. You can see those bums out there damn-near beating off when we go into our acts. Well, see ya."
After Rachel went through the door briskly, Sue dug in her purse for cigarettes and lit one. Everything she had seen and heard was a direct opposite of her previous life, and she was beginning to realize that adjustment wasn't going to be easy. A complete turnabout wasn't what she had in mind when she decided to break loose. She was still mulling it over when Fran walked in breezily.
"Well, what did you think? Rachel really turns the crowd on, doesn't she? One of the best we've had. A little brassy, but I guess that's what it takes."
"Yes," Sue said dully, "I suppose you're right."
"Now that you've seen what to do, why don't you take my car and go back to the house. Work up your own act. Make it sexy. I'll be tied up here the rest of the day. Come back around seven-thirty and you can watch from back here. You should be ready to go on at twelve tomorrow."
Sue wanted to chicken out right then and there, but felt she should give it more thought before she made up her mind. After all, what other course did she have? It was her first day out of the nest, and she had nowhere else to go. She picked up her purse and went over to the dressing table to stub out her butt.
"All right, Fran. I'll ... do that. Don't expect too much of me, though. I'm an old dog learning new tricks."
"You'll be okay. C'mon, and I'll get you the keys."
When they were in the office, Sue worked up her nerve and asked, "Fran, what's the deal with this Ronny?"
Shrugging, the brunette handed over the key case. "He's just another kid. The couple that has a restaurant down the block are his foster parents for a while. He's been in trouble with the law, and he's up for adoption. His dad's in the slammer, and his mother's a whore. He's harmless. Why?"
Knowing she was walking on egg shells, Sue kept her voice even and calm. "A few minutes ago, Rachel took his penis out and played with it. She rubbed it against her pussy and masturbated him. Did you know that was going on?"
Fran regarded her aunt coolly. "Sure. I've seen the girls jack him off. What the hell, he-likes it. What boy wouldn't like to have a pretty chick mess with his prick? Christ, it's probably the only fun the kid has. Don't you approve?"
"It isn't that. He's just so young. I don't think I'd like it if someone did that to my sons."
"Susy, you've been living in another world," Fran said with a touch of sarcasm. "I did too, until a year ago. Life isn't all nicey-nicey. Kids are fucking all over the place, just like the adults. I'd bet five hundred right now that your boys aren't virgins. Take my word for it, you can't be a prude and get anywhere."
Sue forced a smile and nodded. "I've got a lot to learn, I suppose. I'll try to swallow my modesty."
"You'd better, hon, or you'll wind up in a rubber room. I have to get out front, now. See you tonight."
"Okay."
Going out the back door, Sue strode slowly to the car, her thoughts confused. She was so engrossed that she didn't see the boy sitting on the back bumper with his head down until she was unlocking the door. He didn't move or look up when she approached him. "Ron? Is there anything the matter? Are you all right?"
He shook his .head, keeping his eyes on the ground. "I'm not feelin' too good. I don't wanna go back to the restaurant."
"Would you rather go home? I'll be glad to drive you."
He sighed and stood up to face her. There were tear streaks on his cheeks, and he looked lost. "That wouldn't help. Guess I'll just go for a walk. I'm so screwed up I gotta think."
His frank admission made Sue smile. They were both in the same boat, mixed up and disoriented. She could sympathize with him easily. "Tell you what. Maybe a good talk would do us both good. Why don't you ride with me, and well tell each other our troubles."
He looked at her with total apathy, and his shoulders sagged. "Why not? Got nothin' else to do."
"Fine. Get in."
They were on the street headed for Fran's house before he spoke again. "I don't remember your name."
"I can't blame you, considering. It's Sue. Now, what's got you down in the dumps? You can tell me. I've got sons older than you are, and I've heard everything."
Turning his head away, Ron stared out the side window. "You saw what happened. They do that to me all the time. You know, make fun of me. They know I can't help myself. I like it when it's happening, but I always feel rotten afterward. They don't really like me. They just want to make me ...
"I know," Sue cut in. "But at least they do something for you. They don't let you leave with.. . an erection. That would be even worse, wouldn't it?"
"I dunno. Jeez, all I do is think about those chicks. And I mean all the time. Just once if they'd let me ... it's awful hard to explain."
"I think I know what you're talking about. You want more, and they won't give it to you."
"Uh huh. That's about right."
They lapsed into silence, and the image of the boy's long hard cock popped into Sue's head. She could clearly picture the purple glans and the thick white shaft. Remembering the gusher of semen that had spewed from his cock, she began speculating how it would feel to have him on top of her, convulsing while he hosed his load into her twat. The more she lingered on the idea, the more aroused she became. When she turned into Fran's driveway, a plan was already formulating in her mind.
"Let's go in, Ronny. I'll see if I can find something for a snack."
When they walked toward the door, Sue saw that his fly was jutting out into a tent.
CHAPTER THREE
Inside, Sue dropped her purse on the couch then walked into the kitchen with the boy on her heels. She went directly to the refrigerator and took out cheese and cold-cuts for sandwiches, along with a bottle of soda. When she had everything laid out, she poured Ron a glass of soda and turned to take it to him. He was seated at the table, holding the brief red panties she had taken off earlier.
"These are just like the girls wear," he said when she crossed over to him.
"Exactly." Sue picked up the bottle of brandy and went back to mix herself a stiff drink. For what she had in mind, she was going to need it. "It looks like I'm going to be wearing them pretty soon. I'm going to be a dancer like Rachel."
"No shit?" His eyes roved up and down her figure while she mixed the drink, and his brow furrowed. She didn't look like the kind of a dame that would do that, and he wondered if she was only kidding him.
Sue sampled her highball, then commenced making sandwiches, fully aware of his eyes boring through her clothes as he tried to imagine what she looked like naked. Since he had been so involved with the other girls, he would be perfect to audition for and see how she effected him.
"You've seen the girls on stage, haven't you, Ron?"
"Oh, sure. Lotsa times. From the dressing room. Do you know how to do that stuff?"
"Not yet, but I'm going to learn. I'd like you to help me. You could tell me if I'm doing it right. Would you mind?"
The boy gulped and dropped the panties on the table as though they were burning. Surely she couldn't mean she was going to take off her clothes in front of him right there in the house. That was impossible! His prick was already hard and aching, and if she did that, he'd blow his mind! No! It couldn't be!
Bringing the plates and her drink to the table, Sue sat down across from him and took a bite, noting that he was gaping at her with disbelief. "You didn't answer me, Ron. Would you do that for me?"
"I, uhhh, well, sure. I s'pose I could." Jesus Christ, she's serious! What the fuck is this? Its screwy!!
While they ate, Sue changed the subject and got the boy to talk about himself. He was an only child, a mistake according to his parents, and had been in the reformatory twice for petty theft and joy-riding. He liked the foster couple he was staying with, but because of their business, they didn't have much time to spend with him, so he still felt lonely. He seemed to be intelligent, and because of the way he'd had to live, knew more than most kids his age.
Sue cleared the table, made herself another drink, then picked up the satin panties. "Go sit in the living room, honey. I'll change and be right back."
Going to Fran's large bedroom, she peeled off her clothes then stepped into the bath to piss and wash up. Back in the bedroom, she helped herself to some of her niece's cologne, dabbing it behind her ears, between her tits and on her cunt before putting on the frilly satin panties. She stepped back into her shoes, gave her reflection the once-over, then returned to the front room where Ron was flaked out in a chair.
Her heart was hammering and she knew she was blushing when she pranced to the center of the room and faced the boy. For her to brazenly expose herself like that was the most difficult thing she had ever done, even though Ronny was a child. She willed herself to be as nonchalant as possible, put her hands on her hips, and tried to look as sensuous as she could.
"Well, what do you think? Will I do?"
Ronny had bolted upright when she first entered, and his blue eyes were bulging. His jaw was hanging loose, and he was gripping his knees so tightly his knuckles were white. She was more fully formed than the girls at the "Hot-Pants". Her firm, pink-nippled tits were perfection, lightly freckled globes that made his mouth water. When he finally managed to tear his eyes away from them and look down, his stiff cock thumped at the sight of coppery cunt curls sticking through the slit in her panties.
"Why, thank you, dear. It's nice of you to say that. Am I good enough to compete with Rachel?"
"Christ, yes!" he croaked, beginning to tremble as he devoured her with his eyes. "Man, those dudes'll go ape when they see you! No lie! God!"
His obvious hunger for her lifted her spirits and gave her the confidence she desperately needed. While he was just a boy, he had seen quite a bit, and his approval helped to assuage her self-consciousness. Curling her lips into a sultry smile, she cupped her tits in her hands and began milking them at him, feeling her nipples tingle deliciously.
"Aren't those nice tits, Ronny? Wouldn't you like to put your mouth on them and suck to your hearts content?"
The boy could do nothing more than nod jerkily. His prick was at full extension, bending nearly double in his jeans. His throat was constricted, and if he hadn't been holding his knees, they would have banged together.
"I'm going to dance for you a bit, sweetheart. Watch very close now, because I want your opinion."
All fear was gone now. She was in command of the situation. Conjuring up all she had ever seen, Sue began to perform the same gyrations, letting herself go gradually in front of her audience of one. Releasing her breasts, she raised her arms above her head and started dancing to imaginary music until her erect nipples were making circles.
Ronny, mesmerized by the flashing tits, had leaned back in the chair and was gripping the bulge behind his fly. His cock jumped in his grasp, and liquid was seeping out of the swollen head. He wanted to clamp his mouth over those luscious mounds and chew on them. In spite of his background, he was still a virgin, never having sucked a tit or fucked a cunt.
Sue was dancing faster now, undulating her torso and humping her pelvis at the boy. Experimenting, she discovered it was easy if she pretended there was an organ in her pussy, and that she was fucking it wantonly. With her eyes only slits, she imagined a huge male joint stuffed up her cunny, and moved her hips like she was screwing it off.
As the picture became more vivid in her mind, she became even more wild. She was getting hot, and vaginal syrup was drooling into her cuntal valley. Seeing the naked lust on Ronny's face told her that she was doing it correctly, and added to her arousal.
Spreading her legs, she arched her back as she had seen Rachel do, and gave the boy a partial view of her cunt. Still bowed, she put her hands in her crotch and caressed it tauntingly, rubbing the puffy lips, but not covering the lace-trimmed slit in her panties. Then she straightened up and paraded back and forth seductively, feeling the intense heat exuding from her inflamed twat.
"Am I doing good, honey?" she asked huskily. "Do I turn you on?"
He squeezed his thrumming joint and nodded. "Uh huh! I'm getting like I do with the girls! Jeez! I'm really starting to hurt now!"
"Take it easy, dear. I have a few more things I want to try out. Keep watching me."
. It wasn't hard to understand now why Rachel and the other girls had behaved the way they did with the boy. Dancing like a slovenly slut could get a girl hot too. After all, she was dry-fucking the men watching her, and that was close to the real thing. And not with just one man, but dozens'.
She moved closer to him, hunched her pussy at his face a few times, then spun around and bent over. Looking at him between her thighs, she began running her fingers up and down her legs suggestively, watching him shiver as he gaped at her ass and crotch.
"Can you see anything down there?"
"No," he replied, just above a whisper. "Only hair."
Sue was beginning to feel evilly sadistic. She wanted to get the boy so horny he would go out of his mind. It was an attitude she had never had before, but one that was overpowering her at the moment. All morals and conscience were cast aside. It was all pure, raw sex now, and it thrilled her.
"Take your thing out!" she ordered throatily. "Take it out and I'll really give you something to look at! Hurry up!"
He was making animal-like sounds as he struggled with his zipper, fighting to get it over the huge bulge his cock made. Then his fly was open and his prick whipped out, snapping upright. The dark silky head was wet, and the organ was bloated to the limit. Free of its confines, it was twitching. Ron's eyes were glazed as he gripped the arms of the chair, afraid to touch his sensitive dick for fear he would shoot off.
"There!" he whined. "I did it!"
Seeing his naked prick again made Sue's blood race. There was no doubt that the thick white pole was hers to do with whatever she wanted. She kept her gaze fixed on the throbbing erection as she moved her hands slowly up the backs of her thighs, then used her fingertips to part the cut in her panties and the milky gash of her cunt, allowing Ron to look right into her weeping hole.
"Is that what you've been dying to see, Ron?" she cooed. "Is that what the girls wouldn't let you have?"
The boy nodded mutely, licking his lips. The gaping maw of Sue's pussy was bright pink, and her petal-like labia were fluttering. Droplets of pearly dew clung to the walls of her trough, and more liquid honey was draining from the dilated orifice. He was still staring when the musky aroma from her pussy reached his nostrils, making his pecker dance wildly.
Sue was getting an unnatural obscene pleasure out of torturing the lad, but it was also having a devastating effect on her, too. Her sex organs were churning, and her vagina was itching and on fire. The clit at the top of her furrow was keening, and tiny electric jolts were fanning out from her womb.
She let him feast his eyes on her glory hole for a few moments longer, then raised up and turned around. Her lewdly carnal performance and the sight of his bare organ had ignited an insatiable sexual craving within her that had to be satisfied. He was no longer a boy, but merely an extension of a fantastic cock that could gratify her immediate need.
Leaning forward, she put her hands over his and kissed him on the lips lingeringly, then whispered, "You want to fuck me, don't you darling? You want to put your prick in my cunt and fuck it, don't you?"
"Yeah, I do!" he answered quaveringly. "God, do I!"
"Well, I'm going to let you. I'm not a prick teaser like those other girls. Let's get down on the floor."
Sue backed up, sank to her knees, then rolled over onto her back. Spreading her legs, she cocked them up, then held her arms out to the boy. He swallowed hard, slid off the chair, then crawled over on top of her. When his face was near her titties, he stopped, crouched, and sucked a stiff nipple into his mouth. After sucking wetly for a second, he took more of the spongy flesh between his lips and proceeded to chew.
"No, honey!" Sue yelped. "Don't bite! Not so hard! Treat them gently! Just suck nice and easy! Aaahhh! That's better! Ooohhh, honey! I live to have my ninnies sucked! Uuummm! Ooohhh! That's good! Now the other one! You're such a sweet boy! Uuummm!"
When he moved his mouth to her other globe, Sue unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned his jeans, and pushed his shorts and pants down. Then she rubbed his bare ass while she wrapped her other hand around his pulsing joint. It was hot to the touch, and she could feel the ribs in the shaft.
"That's enough, dear," she murmured. "We're both hot. Let's get your cock in where it's nice and juicy. Move up farther."
Ronny reluctantly removed his lips from her tasty tit and inched forward, dizzy from the feel of her hand on his straining dick. On an impulse, he kissed her, then buried his face in the crook of her neck.
"Oh, God, Sue! This is far out! You'll have to help me! I think I'm ready to cum right now! Damn!"
"Hold it for just a second, sweetheart! Let me get it in first! Then you can cum all you want!
Wait!"
Sue parted her panties and cunt lips, then guided the head of his blood-gorged prick into her syrupy slot. Holding his pole firmly, she sluiced the knob up and down her dewy chasm until it was covered with cream. When it was well-greased, she seated the sizzling tip against her cunt hole and fed the end into the milk-slick tunnel.
"Aaaggghhh!" Ron cried out, stiffening on top of her. "Oh, damn! It's so HOT! Jeez! AND WET!"
Having inserted the cockhead, Sue placed both hands on his firm buns and braced herself. He was raised up on his elbows, his chest barely brushing her tits, and she could feel the tenseness in his muscles. She was beginning to realize this was his first fuck, and though she wanted his cock driven in to the hilt, she restrained herself from impaling him in her twat all at once.
"All right, dearest!" she moaned. "Push it in! Just keep shoving till it's in all the way! Itll feel good! You'll see!"
Ronny was striving to quell his anxious shaking, but it was impossible. The fiery tube already clamping the head of his rod was driving him crazy, and he knew he wasn't far from ejaculating.
With a sob of sheer bliss caught in his throat, Ron began to snake his distended organ into her seething sheath, feeling the slippery compressed walls giving way to his invading tool. Her springy curls of pubic hair tickled his shaft, making the insertion even more rapturous.
Sue's nails were digging into his ass cheeks as he drilled into her. Her chest was rising and falling rapidly, and she could feel her bung hole puckering when she tightened her pelvic muscles. Ron's cock wasn't as big as Nick's, but she could make her cunt fit it like a glove. The bulbous head kept penetrating her belly, filling her vagina with turgid meat. Then, to her surprise, the tip was punching against her cervix.
"Oh, fuck, Sue!" he gasped. "I'm all the way in! Mother! It's like putting my fucking cock in an oven. Uuunnnggghhh! I wish I was bigger! Aaaggghhh! Oh, damn, I can't believe it!"
"Let it soak, baby!" she groaned. "Lord, you feel so good! Just lay there and let me feel your prick jump inside me! Aaahhh! Uuummm! You're big enough! And hard as hell! Uuuhhh! Uuuhhh! Try to get more in! I want every damn bit of it!"
The boy inhaled, then shoved his hips forward and stuffed another half inch of poker into her. It was all he had. Their pelvises were joined as tightly as possible, their hair meshed. Sighing with joy, he relaxed against her, squashing her tits with his chest. Resting on the gelatinous pillows, he slithered his prick out to the end, then plunged it in again.
"Sue! No shit, I'm gonna cum! Ain't no way to hold it back! Your cunt feels too goddamn good! It's like a ... ! AAARRRGGGHHH! SUE! UNG! UNG! FUUUUCK! SUUUUEEE! JEEEEZ! I'M CUMMING! HHHUUUNNNGGGHHH! UNF! UNF! UNF! AAAHHH! AAAHHH!"
As his body convulsed, Sue hugged him close and used her vaginal muscles to milk his spurting cock. Scalding jets of cum splashed against her womb, and the torrential river of jizz filled her sheath to overflowing. The viscous nectar oozed out past his embedded organ and filled the space between her ass crack and panties.
"Let it go, sweetheart," she purred. "Let it pour out. I love having you cum in me like that. Just let it come. Oh, you darling boy. Now you know what a fuck is, don't you?"
Ron was still twitching when he nodded his head, rubbing his cheek against hers. "But I didn't do it right, did I. Damn it! I couldn't keep from cuming! You made it so terrific there wasn't nothin' I could do! Goddamn! I'm awful sorry. It wasn't any fun for you."
She locked her legs around his and began grinding her soppy cunt on his poker. "Oh, yes, it was. Besides, we're not through yet. That was only a sample. In a minute, we're really going to fuck."
The boy was motionless for a second, then lifted his head and looked down at her. "You mean it? We can really do it again?"
"Of course. You rest right where you are till you're ready. When you think you're up to it, just start fucking me."
"Oh, wow! Super! You're really neat, Sue!"
When he was nestled against her again, she began stroking his hair and thinking. All the wasted, wasted years. She had been strictly true to Nick, never even flirting, much less fucking. And her boys. They had gone through this period too, when they wanted to experiment with sex. She could have taught them how.
She began to wonder about her sons, and the more she recalled, the more certain she was that they had been fucking girls for a long time. She could have fucked them too, just like she was banging Ron this very minute. She could have sucked them and had them ram their boyish pricks into her snatch. All the chances had been passed up because she was so stupid.
Well, by God, it's not too late to catch up! Fuck the men! Let the whores have them! A boy is just as good! Maybe better, because they'd appreciate a nice juicy cunt! I'm not going to pass up an opportunity again! Never!
"Could you tell this was my first time?" Ron asked shyly.
"No. Was it?" A little lie to bolster his ego wouldn't do any harm. "I guess I should be honored."
"Aw, you're just saying that. Know what? I'm still hard as hell."
"Yes, I know. I can feel your wonderful cock. It's jumping inside me like it was alive."
He chuckled proudly and nibbled at her ear. "I think it's tryin' to tell us something. You ready?"
"Ummm hummm! This time, I'm going to cum, too! Start out slow, then fuck me really hard and fast, okay?"
"Okay. God, you're cunt is tight! Is it always that way?"
"Only when your prick is in it. C'mon. Fuck me, you horny little brat! Make me cum all over your cock!"
Sue pulled her knees up as far as she could, then kissed the side of his neck as he began pumping slowly, worming his dick out to the end, then cramming it in again. The flanged head excited the walls of her sheath, his pelvis hitting her clitoris with each thrust. She squirmed and writhed on his stabbing tool to make his cock touch every stimulating cranny of her cunt.
Their crotches were lathered now with foamy secretions, and her cunt was making wet suctioning sounds on his spearing joint. She wished she had taken the panties off so she could feel his balls slapping against her ass hole, but it was too late now. Pulling his shirt up, she started to rake his back with her sharp fingernails while she mewed with ecstatic delight.
While the boy pistoned his joint into her with ever-increasing rhythm, boring to the core of her soul with his tremendous cock, Sue closed her eyes and tried to imagine what it would be like if her youngest son, Mike, was screwing her instead of this alien lad that she hardly knew.
Mike was taller, though not as muscular, and his penis must be equally as large. She remembered the spots on his sheets from wet dreams when he was younger, and her cautious concern when they were no longer there and she was sure he was jacking off. That would have been the ideal time to talk to him, to lure him into her bedroom and show him physically the delights of sex.
"Ooohhh, Christ, Sue!" Ronny moaned. "My God, what a cunt! You know what it feels like? like you're sucking me off with your pussy! No shit! Ung! Ung! Ung! Damn, you're squishy inside! Fucking you is like ... well, like having a dream! Jeez! Uuunngghh!"
Locking her ankles together, Sue dug a heel into the crack of his humping ass and forced him to stab her faster. His dick felt even larger than before, and as it plummeted into her twat, billowly waves of rapture washed through her, titillating every nerve in her body.
"Don't talk, Ronny!" she simpered. "Just fuck me! Make me cum! I want to climax with you so much! Fuck, dear! Fuuuuuck! Oh, Lord! Hhhuuuhhh! Huh! Huh! Ram it to me! Aaaggghhh!"
With her greedy pussy drawing a river of jizz from his nuts, Ronny felt more like a man than ever before. Sue wasn't a kid, a little girl fucking just to see what it was like, but a fully grown woman old enough to be his mother. She had been screwing for years, and no telling how many pricks had been in her. Yet she wanted his cock, she wanted him to drill her pussy, and for that reason his days of childhood were ended.
With startling abruptness, he began hammering his pecker at her with such force that it took her breath away. Sue grunted with each vicious thrust when his cockhead slammed against her womb. His sudden ravenous assault brought her closer to the brink of orgasm, and she was consumed with carnal desire. Scissoring her legs against his sides, she heaved off the carpet and gulped at his stabbing prick with her cunny.
"FUCK ME! FUCK ME! OH, GOD, RONNY! SLAM IT IN! DON'T STOP! HARDER! I'M GOING TO CUM! FUUUUUCK! OH, LORD! STUFF ME FULL OF PRICK! NOW! NOOOOOW! GGG AAAHHH! CUM, DAMNIT! OOOHHH! FUCK! I'M ... CUUUUUING! HUH! HUH! HUH! WWW AAAHHH!"
Ron felt the lava-like flow of jizz fill his leaping club. His fingers clawed at the rug and he jerked spastically as the thick globs of semen exploded from his dick in thrilling jets, each successive spurt causing convulsive spasms. Five, six, seven eruptions, and then it was over. He collapsed against her in a near faint, his mind reeling drunkenly.
They laid there embracing for several minutes before Sue finally dropped her feet to the floor and let her arms fall away limply. Her orgasm had been one of the hardest ever. It was as though she had rediscovered sex, and she hated to have the moment end.
Having his balls emptied for the third time that day left Ronny sapped, and it took all his effort to extract his dripping organ from her frothy cunt and get to his knees. He was still gasping for breath when he pushed himself up and reeled over to a chair. His lather-coated dick was drooping as he tried to focus his blurred vision on Sue's supine figure.
"God! I feel like I've been run over by a truck! I don't think I can move!"
Sue blew out a breath and rose to her feet unsteadily. Her crotch was soaked with semen and cunt juice. She sighed, brushed her hair away from her face, and tried to smile.
"Sit still, dear. I'm going to the bathroom, and I'll bring back a towel to wipe you off. Just relax."
With mincing steps, Sue made her way to the hall bathroom and pulled the satin panties down to squat on the stool. Globs of viscous fluid plopped into the water. She peeled the damp panties off her legs and tossed them into the sink, intending to wash them out later. When her pussy was drained, she wet a wash cloth and wiped her crotch thoroughly, then dried with a towel.
She went to the bedroom, pulled on her blue bikinis, and was reaching for her bra when she decided against it. There was no point in dressing now. Ron had seen nearly everything, and to hide her body would be senseless. She brushed her hair, then went down the hall, her cunt still humming from the wonderful fuck. Grabbing a towel on the way, she entered the front room to find it empty.
"Ronny?" she called out. "Where are you?"
There was no answer. The boy had apparently fled for some reason, and she was alone. Somewhat depressed over his sudden departure, she went into the kitchen, found some expensive bourbon in the cupboard, and made herself a drink. Then she sat down at the table.
Going over the events of the day, she began feeling remorse. Many articles she had read and scoffed at came to mind about women her age completely reversing themselves and going off the deep end. Just as a whore becomes tyrannical about purity when she discards her old ways, a pristine woman turns into a complete slut when the conditions are right.
"Is that what's happening to me?" she wondered aloud. "Am I a prostitute now? Oh, God, what am I going to do?"
She was about ready to shed tears of self-pity when she heard the front door open. Thinking it was Ronny returning, she dashed into the living room, stopping dead in her tracks when she saw it was Fran's children, Greg and Beth.
CHAPTER FOUR
The three of them gawked at each other witlessly, uncertain of what to do or say. They hadn't seen each other in over a year, and now confronting each other face to face with Sue nearly naked, they were speechless. Sue searched frantically for an excuse for her appearance while the kids gaped at her body.
"Well, hello," she said falteringly. "I ... I didn't expect you home today. I was just getting dressed. How have you been?"
"Okay." Thirteen-year old Greg was transfixed by the woman's enormous tits, and his peter was stiffening in his jeans. He had seen breasts before, even his mother's, but that didn't stop him from getting hard each time. Then too, Sue's red pubic curls were sticking out around the elastic in her crotch, and that excited him even more.
"When did you get here?" Beth was fourteen, taller than her stocky brother, and instead of brown hair and hazel eyes, her tresses were the color of com silk, and her eyes were brown. She wasn't shocked by Sue's nudity, but interested in the conformation of the red-head's curves and contours.
"Just this morning. Look, let me go put something on, and I'll be right back."
Rushing to Fran's bedroom, she threw the closet door aside and grabbed the first thing she could find, a blue velour robe. Shrugging into it, she hurried back, giving thanks that the kids hadn't arrived earlier to find her fucking Ronny on the front room floor. The children were still standing when she got there.
"I thought you two were staying with a friend."
"We are," Beth said, "but we came over to pick up some junk. I guess mom's at work, huh?"
"Yes, she is. Why don't you call her? I've got the car, but if she wants, I'll go pick her up."
"I'll do it," Greg said, starting for the kitchen. "Dam, we should've told her we were coming over."
Sue walked to the couch, sat down and lit a cigarette from her purse, then leaned back and crossed her legs, trying to be as natural as she could. Beth went to a chair and perched primly on the edge of the cushion. The girl was wearing a tight sweater and shorts that accentuated her budding figure.
"Are you going to stay for a while?" the girl asked.
"I'm not sure yet, dear. Things are rather confused right now."
"Don't I know it. I guess mom told you about daddy."
Sue bobbed her head, sensing the child's sadness. "Yes. It's too bad. I liked him very much."
Greg came back in the room, his hands stuffed in his pockets. "Sis, mom says we're supposed to stay here, now. I gotta go down there and pick up some stuff she wants brought home. She can't get away."
"Okay," Beth said. "Tell her hi."
The boy slammed the door on the way out, and when Sue looked at Beth again, she saw that the youngster's eyes were wet and she seemed to be hopelessly forlorn. It was out of character for the vivacious girl, and Sue became curious.
"Something wrong, honey?"
"No," Beth muttered. "It's ... something I have to work out for myself."
"You can talk to me. Haven't we always been friends? It's best to get things off your chest when you're upset."
The attractive young blonde glanced at her, then slid back in the chair and twined her fingers together. "If I do, will you promise not to tell my mom?"
The request made it sound serious, and Sue was dubious about committing herself. Being a mother herself, she knew how she would hate it if her kids had kept their problems from her, though they undoubtedly had many times. Still, there was always the chance that she might be able to help without Fran knowing.
"That sort of puts me on the spot, but all right. I promise."
Beth inhaled a shuddering breath and began speaking without looking up from her lap. "See, the people we were staying with had a boy. He's sixteen. Well, he ... I mean, we ... did something. You know. I'm.. . I'm kinda scared. I think I could be knocked up."
The last words were nearly unintelligible, but Sue caught them. She flicked her cigarette with exaggerated care while she groped for the right words to say. Not having daughters, she'd never been faced with this problem, but she knew how despondent the girl must be.
"Was it the first time for you?"
"Uh huh. I didn't really want to, but things just got out of control."
"That's the way it usually happens. How many times?"
"Only once. Last night. He was sleeping with Greg in his room, and I was on the couch. He snuck out and we started to neck. Then he was feeling me up, and I sorta went crazy."
Sue was listening with mixed emotions, feeling sorry for the girl but remembering the thrills she had gotten when boys started fondling her tits and cunt. Many times she had wanted to give in, but had been too much of a coward.
"If I'm to help you, dear, you must be very truthful. Did he actually put his penis in you?"
Beth's shoulders shook as she shivered. "Honest, Sue, I really don't know. It felt like he did. And I was all wet down there when he got off. Jeez, it felt like a cup full of gooey stuff all over me. I had to go wash off."
"I see. Honey, I'm afraid you don't know enough about it to be sure he penetrated you. He might have gone off on the outside, and if he did, you couldn't be pregnant. Have you ever had anything in your vagina?"
The girl shook her head. "I don't even use tampons. I wear pads."
"Haven't you ever put your finger inside?"
Beth's head jerked up, and she looked at her, aghast. "Gosh, no! I know some girls do that, but I never have!"
"Don't get upset, sweetheart. It was only a question. The first thing we have to find out is whether he got it in. If he did, you'll have to take a douche and pray. If not, you haven't got anything to worry about."
"How do we do that?" Beth asked suspiciously.
Sue put out her cigarette and stood up. "Let's go to your room, and I'll take a look. It won't be hard to tell. We'll know in a few minutes whether you've got anything to concern yourself with. Come on."
When they reached the bedroom, Sue closed the door behind them in case Greg should return, then gave the girl an assuring pat on the arm. "Take off all your clothes and lay down on the bed, then I'll see if you've got a problem."
Still a little wary, Beth looked at the red-head and blinked, then pulled the sweater off over her head. She tossed it on the dresser, then took off her bra, her cheeks turning pink when the cups fell away from her young breasts. Her titties were exact replicas of her mother's, perfect cones tipped with blunt nipples that pointed straight ahead and not out to the side.
Sue could feel rumbling spasms clutching at her cunt as the girl unzipped her shorts and bent over to skin them and her panties down her lithe legs. When Beth straightened up, she revealed a pussy lightly covered with golden blonde hair. The pouting lips of her cunt were thick, a pink stripe separating them. It was a wonder to Sue that she hadn't been fucked long before this.
"Lay down and spread your legs, dear. Don't be afraid. I won't hurt you."
The girl was skeptical, but too worried to argue. If she wasn't pregnant, she wanted to know it as soon as possible. She got on the bed and stretched out with her feet apart. "like this?"
"No, honey." Sue couldn't help chuckling. "Pull your knees way up or I can't see a thing."
When Beth had her legs drawn up, Sue sat down beneath her and peered into the salmon-colored valley of her cunt. It was shiny and slick, and the labia were still in the process of growth. Her clitoris was hidden in its shroud, and the opening to her vaginal canal was small.
"Can you tell anything yet?" Beth asked hopefully.
"No. Tell me, did this boy put his finger in you?"
"I think he did. He had his hand down there. He said I was wet. And hot. I didn't pay too much attention, 'cause then he started sucking my ninnies."
It was becoming increasingly difficult for Sue to keep her mind on her task as she stared at the ripe, hair-ringed chasm. Girls had never been her thing up until now, but as she gazed at the succulent cunt, she had a strong urge to bend down and bury her face in it
"I think you'd have known it if he did, but let's see. I'm going to put my finger in, and you tell me if it feels the same way."
Sticking out her index finger, Sue placed the tip against the membranous opening and began easing it into the girl's sheath. The orifice puckered in then expanded. Using steady, gentle pressure, Sue pushed her digit through the mouth and into the cavern beyond.
Beth flinched and whimpered. "I don't think he did that. I would have felt it. I'm too tight."
"You are now, but when a girl is hot and bothered, her cunny gets bigger. Lay still and we'll find out if you dilate very much."
As Sue continued to impale her finger in the girl's steamy tunnel, she knew her intentions weren't all that pure. It was exciting to feel another twat, especially a virgin's. She was breathing rapidly, and could feel her own snatch heating up and becoming moist. It would be fun to get the girl off, and she wondered if she dared try.
"I'm getting wet, aren't I?" Beth said quietly. "I can feel it. I'm starting to tingle. Just like last night. And I'm not so tight any more, either."
"That's the way girls are made. If they weren't, there wouldn't be any babies. Does it feel familiar now?"
"Not really. I guess I was concentrating too much on his sucking my ... tits. Nobody ever did that to me."
"We'll give it a few more minutes. Try to relax. Squeeze your titties if you think it will help."
"Okay." Placing her hands on her pointed globes, Beth began kneading them, the soft flesh puffing out between her fingers.
Sue watched her for a few seconds, then turned back to her honey-coated ringer that was spearing in and out of the frothy hole. Beth had dilated, and the pressure had eased on her digit. If the boy had gone in only a little way, she doubted whether Beth would have felt it, as aroused as she said she was.
Then a thought struck her. Male sperm had a very specific flavor, un-like anything else. Since the girl had only washed the outside of her pussy, there were bound to be traces of jizz in her vagina if the boy had shot his wad into her. She shoved her finger in to the last knuckle, twirled it around, then yanked it out and put it in her mouth.
The girl's nectar was distinctive too, musky and sweet, but as she swished the mucous around in her mouth, Sue couldn't detect the unmistakable taste of semen. To be absolutely sure, she stabbed her finger deep in Beth's twat for another sample and tried that, but it was the same.
"What are you doing?" Beth asked, raising her head. When she saw the red-head with a wet finger in her mouth, her brown eyes grew large. "Golly, you're not eating that stuff, are you?"
Abashed, Sue let her hand drop. "It's my own special way of testing for pregnancy, dear," she said lamely. "I don't think he got his ... thing in you, but there's one more thing I want to try."
Beth dropped back on the pillow. "Okay, but will you please hurry? If I don't find out, I'm gonna die!"
Putting her first two fingers together to resemble somewhat the size of a boy's cock, she inserted them into the girl's box, driving them in until they were completely embedded. Then she started sawing them in and out, watching the hole pucker and pooch around them.
"Is that what if felt like when he was on top of you?"
The girl hissed through her teeth and her lingers bit into her tits. "Uh uh. It wasn't like that at all." She quivered, and her ass lifted slightly off the bed. "It didn't feel nearly that good, Sue. I'd have known."
"I'm sure you would have, dear." Sue noticed that Beth's clit was beginning to peek out of its protective covering, so she kept on finger-fucking her. She used the full length of her digits, twisting them around inside against the slippery walls while she speared the foamy opening. Beth was groaning now, and rocking her head from side to side on the pillow.
"I don't think you should do that, Sue! I'm starting to feel real funny! Even my nipples! God! Please tell me if I'm p.g.! "
"You're not, baby. I'm pretty sure. I'll give you a douche to be on the safe side. Do you like that? Do my fingers feel good?"
"Y ... yeeesss! Are you sure this is nice? Jeepers, I sure feel weird! like I got prickly heat or something! It's neat, but it scares me! Uuuhhh! Right then! Gosh! Ooohhh! Again!"
"Don't be frightened. You'll like what's going to happen. I promise. Just let yourself go. Your body knows what to do. All girls feel the same way. Trust me."
Sue's knuckles were banging against the girl's ass hole as she stuffed her fingers into the blazing sheath again and again. It reminded her of when she had masturbated, but this was much more thrilling. She was going to give Beth her first climax, and that was a joy in itself. Her pistoning digits were dripping with girl-juice, and Beth was bucking up to them.
"Sue! God! Am I supposed to feel like this? I'm blowing my mind! It's like a trip! Hhhuuuhhh! Aaaggghhh! What are you doing to me? Oh, Jesus, I'm ... SSSUUUEEE! WWW AAAHHH! OH, GOD! HUH! HUH! HUH! I CAN'T.. . OOOHHH! MMMAAAMMMAAA! AH! AH! AH!"
Hiking her ass high in the air, Beth began thrashing her arms while her cunt spasmed on Sue's fingers. Her twat belched air, then a trickle of syrup eked out of her box and ran down over her tightly puckered bung. Then her legs began jerking with tension and she sank back to the mattress, breathing heavily through her open mouth.
Sue pulled her creamy ringers from the contracting tunnel, and while the girl recovered, licked them off, savoring the delightful taste of Beth's virgin cunt.
"Come along, honey. Let's go to your mother's bathroom and use her syringe. We can't be too careful."
Beth was groggy as she got off the bed and picked up her clothes. Her face was blank, and she had a faraway look in her eyes. like a robot, she followed Sue to her mother's bedroom, threw her things on the bed, then stepped into the bath where Sue was filling a rubber bulb with warm water.
"What ... what happened to me, Sue? I mean, what did I do? I almost blacked out when you ... did that to me. Jeez, I still feel eerie. It's like I was on greenies, or something."
Smiling broadly, Sue inserted the plastic nozzle in the bulb. "It's called a climax, dear. Or an orgasm, or several other things. It's what you want to happen when you have sex."
"You mean like what that boy did when he squirted that gooey stuff all over me?"
"Yes, only you don't have a hose like boys do, so you cum internally. Lift the seat on the stool and straddle it."
Beth picked up the seat, then put her feet on either side of the bowl. She watched Sue get on her knees in front of her, then put the syringe between her legs. A moment later she felt the hard nozzle sliding up into her cunny, then a tepid spray was rinsing out her vagina.
"That feels good. Will it make sure I'm not knocked up?"
"Sure. And it makes you smell clean, too. Don't even think about it any more. You're safe."
When the girl's twat was cleansed, Sue went to the sink and washed off the syringe while Beth let the rest of the water drain from her hole. They were both so busy neither of them noticed Greg standing in the doorway until he spoke.
"Hey, I'm back. What are you guys doing?"
"Oh, no!" Beth covered her tits and pussy the best she could and her face went white. "Get out of here, dammit! Go on!"
Sue turned. "Why don't you wait for us in the front room, honey? We'll be out in a minute."
The boy shrugged, glanced once more at what he could see of his sister's naked body, then spun around and stalked off.
"Darn him anyway," Beth muttered, wiping her crotch. "He's always sneaking around."
"Let it pass, Beth. He didn't do any harm. Get dressed, and I'll see you in the other room."
The girl was fitting her bra to her tits when Sue went through on her way to the other end of the house, and looked up with a shy smile. "Thanks an awful lot, Sue. You're really super."
"Think nothing of it. Glad I could help."
There was no doubt in her mind as Sue strode down the hall that if she stayed there long, she would eat the girl's tender pussy. That was another thing she had never tried, and it irked her that she had missed out on so much. She found Greg in the kitchen making a sandwich. Picking up her glass, she went over near him to mix another highball.
"Mom had me bring all that booze back," he said, pointing to a large sack on the counter. "She said to tell you to help yourself to anything you wanted."
"Was she busy?"
"Kinda. She was talkin' to a guy in her office. He left when I got there, though. Oh, she said for you to call her if you needed anything."
"Thank you, Greg."
" 'S'okay." Taking his sandwich with him, he went to the living room to watch TV.
Putting her drink on the table, Sue went for her cigarettes and returned to sit down. It was after four, getting closer to the time when she would be expected at the club. She was tempted not to go, to say the hell with it and look in the paper for a job. But then she thought about the money, the hours, and the other benefits and elected to go ahead.
She was just taking her first sip of the highball when the doorbell rang. Greg called out that he would get it, and she listened intently to hear who it was. There was a muffled conversation she couldn't hear, so she picked up her glass again and had put it to her lips when her son Mike loomed in the doorway. Nearly dropping the drink, she leaped to her feet.
"Mike! What are you doing here? How did you know where I was?"
The boy's eyes were red from crying and his chin was quivering as he shuffled over to her hesitantly. "I didn't know. I just took a chance. Dad stopped by the house at noon and found your note. He blew his stack. He came out to the job and got me, then we went home and he started drinking."
"Sue's stomach was reeling, and she became so weak she had to sit down again. "Does he know you're gone? Where you are?"
"Uh uh. He drank half a bottle of whiskey straight, and split for a bar. I asked him what he was going to do, and he said ... not a fuckin' thing! He said you could go to hell, for all he cared."
Greg came timidly into the room with Beth right on his heels. Curiosity and concern showed on their faces. The girl's eyes darted back and forth between Mike and his mother, then she asked, "Is everything okay?"
"Just a small problem, dear," Sue said. "Could you and your brother find something to do? I'd like to talk to Mike alone for a while."
"Sure," Beth said. "C'mon, Greg, We'll go to the park. Sue, well be back by six, and I'll fix supper. See you guys."
Mike had fixed his gaze on the pretty young blonde, looking at her hungrily. When she turned to leave, he watched her perky little ass bobble and licked his lips. None of this escaped Sue, and her son's interest in Beth made her even more nervous.
"Let's go to the bedroom, honey. You can wash your face, and we'll discuss what we're going to do now."
They went back to Fran's bedroom where Sue pointed Mike to the bath, then sat down on the bed to wait. His unannounced appearance had thrown a monkey wrench into her plans, and unless she could talk him into going back home, she couldn't possibly go through with the deal she'd made with Fran. She crossed her legs and wrung her hands, hoping she would find the right things to say to make Mike understand.
"Did you really mean what you wrote dad?" the boy asked as he came over to sit next to her. "Were you really gonna leave us for good?"
"Yes, Mike, but it had nothing to do with you. Or your dad, for that matter. I was just, well, imprisoned, and I had to get away. I had to start living my own life."
The boy leaned forward with elbows on knees and nodded glumly. "I guess I can see why. All you did was wash, and clean, and cook. Must get pretty tiresome."
"That's right, and I got fed up. Now, dear, I'd like you to go straight home. Stay with your father. Let me go my own way."
He sat up and looked at her pleadingly. "Mom, I don't want to! Dad ... well, he just wants me around to learn the business. That's all he cares about. I didn't want to quit school and go to work for him, but he talked me into it."
Sue put a hand on his shoulder and sadness welled up inside her. "I'm sorry, Mike. There's just no place for you with me. You'll have to go home. It's the only way."
When he threw his arms around her and put his head against her chest to cry, Sue's robe fell apart and one bare breast was exposed. His tears dripped on her naked tit and streamed over it. She held him close, running her fingers through his reddish-brown hair, angered with herself for the carnal thoughts racing through her mind.
"Hush, dear. Don't cry. It'll be all right. You'll see. You're a young man, now. You don't need a mother to take care of you any more. Ssshhh! That's enough, now."
Teardrops were still falling when he moved his face farther down and pressed his lips against the smooth upper slope of her spongy tit. His whining voice was muffled by her fleshy cone.
"Don't, Mom! Don't leave me! Let me stay with you! Don't make me go back! Please!"
He sounded so grief-stricken she didn't have the heart to move him away from her tit, even though the simple act was causing untold suffering in her cunt. She was terribly afraid of what might happen, but he was her son and she couldn't deny him comfort and solace. Then her fears were realized when his lips slipped down to the tip of her mushy globe and he sucked her stiff nipple into his mouth.
"Oh, Mike. You're not a baby. Stop acting like one. You stopped drinking from your mother's breast a long time ago. You don't need that now. Mike? Ooohhh, don't."
The boy had put a hand under her tingling tit and was holding it up as he tugged on it greedily. Sue watched him, feeling him squeeze her nipple between his tongue and palate just as he had done so many years before. Cradling his head, she pushed her jelly-like tit against his face and felt the warm milk oozing from her pussy.
"Michael! Ooohhh, baby! I didn't want to leave you, but I had to! Uuummm! I can't keep you with me! Things are different now! Uuuhhh! Please, darling! Doing that only makes us both upset! It won't do any good! Stop, now! Ooohhh!"
She was thinking of what had run through her head when Ron was on top of her with his long hard prick embedded it her twat. She had pictured Mike in his place, pondering what it would be like to have her own son fuck her. Now, with his sucking mouth on her tit, sending zinging jolts into her snatch, that fantasy was close to a reality.
"Oh, God, Mike! This is crazy! I'm your mother! We can't do anything! Uuuhhh! It feels soooo goooood to have you suck my titty! You're my baby, my dearest! Ooohhh! Hhhuuuhhh!"
The insistent craving gnawing at her cunt was proving too much for her to deny. Uncrossing her legs, she fell back on the bed, bringing the boy with her, his lips still clamped on her tit. Her robe fell apart all the way down. She moaned, closed her eyes, then reached down to curl her hand around the hard bulge in the front of his jeans.
CHAPTER FIVE
"Mike! Ooohhh, Lord! We shouldn't be doing this! It's all wrong! It's sinful! Aaaggghhh! Darling! We mustn't! We can't! Hhhuuuhhh! You're ... my baby! Michael!"
He was groaning gutturally as he moved his mouth to her other tit and covered the tip with his mouth. His hand was skimming over her ribs and belly, getting dangerously close to the waistband of her skimpy panties. She was becoming giddily enmeshed in the incestuous scene, and her conscious willpower was evaporating.
She found his zipper tab and began tugging it down, telling herself that she only wanted to hold his stiff prick and feel the latent power in it. The fly was difficult to open, but when she did, his dick popped out into her hand. Closing her fist around it, she felt the sinewy joint surge in her grasp, and the last shreds of self-control gave way to lascivious lust.
"Baby! Ooohhh, sweetheart! I had no idea you were so big!! It's heavenly to hold you like this! Hhhuuuhhh! Oh, Jesus! What are we doing? Is it so bad for us to want each other? It can't be! Uuuhhh! Uuuhhh!"
The flames of passion were licking at her pussy as she felt Mike's hand slip under the elastic of her panties. Then a high-voltage charge rippled through her as his fingers slid through her rich pubic hair and found the wet crease of her cunt. She parted her thighs, and he deftly pried her puffy pussy lips apart to probe into her cream-filled slit.
"Michael! Miiichael! Uuuhhh! Uuuhhh! Oh, dearest! Take them off! Get them out of the way! Hhhuuuhhh! I need you, darling! I can't help it! I want you! Ooohhh!"
Mike took his mouth from her tit and sat up, his face flushed and his brown eyes smoky. He tugged her panties down to her ankles, waited until she kicked them off, then crouched down to nuzzle his face into the rusty curls of her twat, kissing the vibrating lips of her cunt gently.
"Baby, no! Not now! I want you inside me! Hurry! Get between my legs! You know what I need! Give it to me! I want it so bad I hurt! Aaaggghhh! Mike! Come on! Give mommy what she has to have!"
"I love you, Mom!" the boy said chokingly as he stood up and stepped between her spread legs. "I know it's weird, but I've wanted you like this for a long time! I even think about you when I jack off!"
"Please don't talk!" she whimpered, squirming her hips. "Get on top of me and put it in! Don't make me wait!"
He was trembling like an aspen as he leaned over her to rest on his elbows and poke his thick, aching cock at her fur-rimmed twat. As she raised her legs to wrap them around him, the knob of his organ found her dewy trough, and pushed down to her yawning hole. His features twisted with blissful anguish as he began stuffing his leaping tool into her slimy tunnel, feeling the fiery sheath closing around his dick.
"Mom! Oh, Christ, I never dreamed we'd really do this! I want to fuck you so much! You don't know what it's been like for me! Uuuugghhh! Ooohhh, Mommy, your pussy is super!"
Sue sucked in her breath and held it as her son's tremendous member snaked into her pussy like a hot iron. She watched his cloudy eyes as his cock penetrated deeper and deeper, stretching the walls of her vagina. It jumped as he drove it in, adding to the thrill. Then the swollen head was crammed against her womb, and the teeth of his zipper were chafing her cunt lips.
"Miiiiike!" she wailed, hugging him close and mashing her tits. "Gggaaahhh! What a beautiful prick! So strong and manly! Hhhuuuhhh! Oh, dearest, fuck me! Fuck mommy's cunt! Drill it all into me! Feel how hot and wet I am? That's how much I want you! Fuck me! Ooohhh, fuck!"
Placing her open mouth against his, she twined their tongues together while she worked her pelvic muscles on his impaled rod. She was filled with an elation she had never known. Her son, the flesh of her flesh, had his prick in the same tunnel he had escaped from over seventeen years ago. There had been much pain then, but now there was only glorious pleasure.
"Mommy, Mommy, Mommy!" he gasped, wiping his lips over her face. "You feel so fucking good! I just want to lay here with my cock in your cunt for a while! God! You don't know what this does to me! Laying on top of your naked body with my prick all the way up your pussy? Jeeeez! I can feel you squeezing it!"
He felt no shame or regret for what he was doing, only a sense of pride. He had talked with his brother often in the last few years about what it would be like to screw her. They had heard their parents banging away many times, and on several occasions had peeked through her window to watch her dress or undress.
Only a month before, he had sneaked around the house one night and watched her emerge naked from the bathroom after taking a shower. He had stood immobile while she dusted her body with powder, beguiled by her magnificent tits, her velvety ass, and the thatch of coppery hair that covered her snatch. When she began dressing to go out, he jacked off, splattering his wad against the wall.
"Don't tease me, Michael!" she simpered, grinding her box against him seductively. "Pump it! Shove it in and out! You must know how to fuck! Bang me, honey! Fuck mommy till she cums!"
"Yes, Mom! I want to! Oh, God, how I want to! Jesus! Your cunt is like a mouth on my prick! Uuunngghh! Ungh! Ungh! Aaarrrggh! Ooohhh, jeez!"
When he began stroking into her, Sue suctioned her sheath on his dick, making her tube as tight as she could to give him the most pleasure. His ramrod was nearly as big as Nick's, and each time he punched her uterus, it caused a fireworks display. The mouth of her hole was gliding down to the very root of his thrumming joint, and her crevice was becoming frothy with cuntal syrup.
"My baby! My very own darling! Ooohhh, that's so niiiicel Fuck me good, Mike! Make me cum real hard! Ooohhh! Uuuhhh! I love it when you go deep like that! My God, I don't believe this! Fucking you is divine! Aaahhh! Aaahhh! Faster, baby! Uuuhhh!"
She was surging up to him, striving to get as much of his prick into her as she could. Delicate twinges of delight were shooting through her. Her twat was a hungry cavern, devouring her son's joy-giving organ. At that moment, she wanted nothing more than to climax around his giant muscle and feel his scalding jizz pouring into her. Incestuous as it may be, it was wonderful.
Mike's ass cheeks were clenched as he speared his straining tool into her swampy cunt. Her flaming tube was voraciously gulping on his stabbing joint. She was a better fuck by far than any he had ever had. It was more than just a fuck, it was an experience, and he felt sorry that they had waited so long to do it.
"Mom, I'm getting close! Are you? Aaaggghhh! You're so goddamned tight! My fucking jizz is coming! Fuck! Fuuuuuck! Oh, Mom! I'm getting ready to cum in your cunt!"
"FUCK ME HARDER!" she shrieked. "POUND THAT PUSSY! SLAM IT INTO ME! DO IT, BABY! FUCK MOMMY OFF! OOOHHH, MIKE! YOUR PRICK IS ABSOLUTELY GORGEOUS! UH! UH! UH! HARDER! FASTER! BANG ME! NOW! NOOOOOW! MIIIIIKE! OH! OH! HHHUUUHHH! I'M CUUUUMING! GGGAAAHHH! AH! AH! AAAHHH!"
As she bucked and writhed her pussy on his pecker, Mike drove it in to the hilt and let her gyrations bring the river of lavalike cum into his dick. Then he convulsed as the geyser spewed from his jerking pole in jetting globs, hosing her womb with thick semen.
Sue was so overcome with exhilaration that she had to clench her teeth to keep from screaming. She kissed him all over the face, mewing with contentment while the last residue of jizz seeped from his cock. Then she dropped her feet to the floor and sighed.
"That was marvelous, Mike. YOU almost made me feel like a young girl again. I loved it."
Now that it was over, and his fondest wish had been fulfilled, embarrassment began to creep into the boy's awareness. Averting his eyes, he extracted his dripping cock from her pussy and rolled over on his back to stare at the ceiling. It had been a far out trip, but now he was beginning to feel remorse not just for himself, but for the wild and willing way she had fucked him. She wasn't just another broad. She was his mother.
"How many girls have you had, Mike? Or would you rather not tell me?"
"I don't mind. Five."
"Anyone I know?"
"Uh huh. Two. Kathy and Patty Lou."
"My. They're both very pretty. Did you do anything else?"
To Mike, it seemed impossible that they were laying there in a strange house, his mother naked, having just screwed, talking about chicks he had laid. But there was no reason to hide anything now.
"Yeah. I got 'em all to suck me. We did that in the drive-ins. And I went down on them, too. Seems like all chicks dig on sex."
"Why shouldn't they? You boys do." She paused. "Did you really think about me when you jacked off?"
"Uh huh." He couldn't bring himself to tell her about his spying. That would make him look like some kind or weirdo.
Sue sat up, pulled her arms out of the robe, then leaned over his pelvis to get a good look at his prick. It was still hard, and its length and girth were awesome for a boy his age. Ribs and veins were outlined under the white skin, and the flanged head was a dark blueish-purple.
Without uttering a word, she bent low and began licking their combined juices from the silky knob, lapping at it with her flicking tongue. He shrank back for an instant and made a funny sound in his throat, but when she put her lips over the tip and began to suck the entire shaft into her mouth, he relaxed and moaned.
"God, Mom, you don't have to do that! Uuuhhh! I could've washed it off! Oh, damn! Please! I wish you wouldn't suck me! I might cum again! Mom, don't!"
She sucked all the nectar from his organ, then removed her mouth and smiled at him. "I won't blow you now, dear, but I will soon. Very soon."
He looked at her expectantly. "Does that mean I don't have to go back? That I can stay with you?"
"We'll see. We'd have to talk first, and Fran would have to approve. Right now, I'm going to the bathroom and then get my clothes on. You'd better put that cock away. Wait here."
After emptying her pussy and taking a piss, Sue washed up and went back to dress. As she slipped into her things, she told her son about Fran's proposal with the idea he should know right from the start what to expect.
Mike listened silently, trying to tell himself that what he was hearing wasn't true. His mother could never get up and dance practically naked in front of a bunch of men. She was a ... a mom! Parents never did things like that. Besides, even at home she'd never walked around without anything on. Not even just in her underwear. She just couldn't do it!
"So, that's the way it is," Sue said, stepping into her shoes. "I know it must be a shock, but I'm completely changed. Do you still think you want to stick with me instead of going back with your dad?"
He had trouble finding the words. "I.. . I don't know. It'd be pretty hard, knowing you were doing that. Jeez, all those dudes'd recognize you wherever you went. And they'd find out I was your kid, sooner or later."
"I suppose that's right." She went to the dresser and began running a brush through her hair. "But it's not like I was a slut. As I said, nobody would touch me. All they could do is look."
"Yeah, I know," he said gloomily. "You're really gonna do it, huh?"
"As far as I know, unless something drastic happens." She put down the brush and started for the door. "You'd better think about it, Mike. I'm going to see what I can whip up for supper. You can watch TV if you'd like."
As she went to the kitchen, she realized she was being very harsh with the boy, but there was no other way to handle it. It was better than being lied to, and then surprised. He had to grow up sometime, just as she did, and this was as good a time as any.
She found a roast in the fridge, unwrapped and seasoned it for the microwave oven, then prepared vegetables. She could hear the television, and wondered what was going through her son's mind. When everything was ready, she washed her hands and went to get the paper. She picked up her cigarettes, decided to mix herself a drink, then sat down in the living room to read and take her thoughts off Mike and the Hot-Pants Lounge for a while.
A few minutes before six, Fran's children came through the door. Sue told the girl what she had done in the kitchen, and Beth offered to take care of the rest. Greg talked Mike into going to his room to listen to tapes and play games.
Sue had finished her drink, and was deciding whether she wanted another when Beth came in and walked up to her chair. The girl looked at her shyly and seemed reluctant to speak. Finally, she cleared her throat.
"Sue? When I was coming back from mom's room before Mike got here, I saw those red satin panties in the sink, and I washed them out for you. I ... I know what that stuff was on 'em. It was the same stuff that boy squirted on me."
It bothered Sue that she had forgotten them, but there was nothing she could do about it now. "Yes? So?"
"I know I shouldn't ask, but did you ... fuck somebody here today?"
"You're right. You shouldn't ask. Why are you?"
"Well, 'cause if you didn't, mom did. She's never done that before that I know of, and I wanted to make sure. If she's screwing around, I think I should know about it."
Not wanting to admit the truth, but still trying to protect both herself and her niece, Sue blurted out the first lie that popped into her head. "It was neither one of us. I brought those panties back from the club this morning. They belong to one of the girls. I don't know which one."
"Wheew! Thank God! I don't know what I'd have thought if she'd ... well, you know."
The girl's snobbish attitude grated on Sue's already raw nerves, and anger flared in her eyes. "I don't think you're in any position to pass judgment, young lady. Remember it was only a few hours ago when you thought you were pregnant. Do you think it would be wrong for your mother to have sex?"
Beth cringed visibly, stung by the woman's words. "Gosh, no! I just never imagined her doing things like that is all. I always figured she was kinda special."
"You've got quite a bit to learn, little girl. Now, how about supper? When do you think we can eat?"
"In about half an hour. I'll go check things." As she waited, Sue wished she had thought to ask Fran which room she was to use, for everything she had was still packed, and her bags were right where she had left them near the door. Then she decided perhaps it was best. It would depend on what happened that night as to whether she would stay or go. As bravely as she had talked to Mike, she was still jittery inside.
When they finally sat down to eat, Sue noticed how her son furtively glanced at Beth, and realized how potentially explosive the situation could become if she left them together without any supervision. With both of them sexually aware, anything could happen, and until she made up her mind, she couldn't afford to antagonize her niece. The girl was being prim and proper, but she had already proven that she was capable of being seduced.
"I'm going down to the club in a while, Mike, and I'll take you with me. Beth, you don't mind cleaning up, do you?"
"Heck, no. I'm used to it." There was disappointment in her voice. She had hoped Mike would stay there. He was a lot better looking than she remembered, and she wondered if he had done anything with girls.
As soon as they were finished at the table, Sue went to put on a new face and fix her hair. Then she and her son went out to the car and headed for the lounge. Mike didn't say anything, but he was hoping to see what went on in a night club where naked girls danced. Parking behind the building, Sue led the way into the office. Fran wasn't there, but when she opened the door to the lounge, she saw her niece talking to a coarse looking man at the bar.
Fran saw her and signaled she would be right there, so Sue closed the door and put her purse on the desk. "Mike, why don't you wait for me in the next room. I'll talk to Fran and see about your staying. If she says all right, you can go to a show or something till I'm through here."
"Okay." Mike stepped through the dressing room door and shut it behind him.
By the time Sue had taken a seat and lit a cigarette, Fran came in, a harried look on her face. She sighed, pushed hair back from her face, and dropped down behind the desk.
"Boy, am I in a world of trouble, Sue. Damn! Everything happens at once."
Sue could sense her hopes for a new future flying out the window, and when she spoke, her concern was real. "What is it, hon? Anything I can do?"
Folding her hands, Fran took a deep breath. "You saw that ugly stud I was talking to? Well, I didn't know it, but Jack got into him for a lot of money before he left. His name is Carl Greer. A gambler with a lot of contacts."
"I still don't understand what that has to do with you. Why would he give you any trouble?"
"Because Jack's disappeared, and Greer wants to get paid back ... somehow." Fran stared at the wall with tired, blank eyes. "I can't pay him, so he wants to take it out in trade."
As the words sank in, Sue began to understand even more just how protected she had been all her life. Things like this were real, and not just the figment of someone's imagination. Fran was being coerced into sex acts, and while she didn't like it, she accepted it matter-of-factly. "Are you going to do it?"
"What choice do I have? That bastard's got clout, and he's mean enough to use it Hell, he could close me down tomorrow. This place is all I've got."
Getting to her feet, Sue stubbed her cigarette out, then put a hand on the brunette's shoulder. "I'm sorry. Truly I am. I think it would be best if I just got out of your hair. You've got enough to worry about. I only wish there was some way I could help."
Fran looked up wistfully. "There is, Sue. I've got to meet Greer at his place tonight. I need someone I can trust to take care of the kids and make sure things go all right around here when I ... when I'm busy. I know this is a lot to ask, but would you stay around until I can get things organized? You won't even have to dance unless one of the girls doesn't show up."
"I would, honey, but something else came up. Mike found me. He's here now. I was going to talk to you about him."
"Here? You mean at the house?"
"No, he's waiting for me in the dressing room. I didn't want to leave him at the house, so I brought him along. He's pretty broken up over what I did, and...."
The brunette jumped up. "Oh-oh. Did you tell him what was going on here now?"
Sue frowned and nodded. "Yes, I did. He wants to stay with me, so I told him the truth. What's the matter? You look worried."
"Terri's in there. Getting ready for the first show. She always shows up early. C'mon."
Following behind Fran, Sue went with her into the dressing room. Mike was seated on the chaise, his hands clasped tightly between "his thighs and his eyes nearly popping out of his head. Across from him was a beautiful black girl, totally naked, standing with one foot on a chair while she shaved her legs with a woman's electric razor.
It was the first time Sue had ever seen a black girl nude, and she was taken aback. Terri was somewhere in her twenties, tall and slender, with a dancer's figure. She had jutting ass cheeks, and a dense patch of ebony curls covered her pussy. Her tits were large and firm, sloping gracefully into dark purple nipples the size of a half-dollar. When she glanced up, her smile revealed perfect teeth.
"Hey, Fran." Terri looked at Sue. "You must be this here baby's momma. He sure do like to look at a black pussy. Say's he ain't never seen one before. That's a shame. All honky boys oughta know about black pussies."
Fran turned to Sue and shrugged her shoulders helplessly. "Well, what do you want to do now? He's already seen her. I'm sorry, but I didn't know he was here."
"Hey, no trouble." The black girl put her foot down and set the razor on the dressing table. "Lookin' don't hurt nothin' I always say. Hell, boy's gonna see it sooner or later, ain't he? You just let me get my panties on, and I'll go out and turn the dudes on. Won't take but a minute."
Mike was nervous and uncomfortable, but there was nothing he could do. His prick was thumping in his pants and he couldn't take his ravenous gaze off the girl as she stepped into the red satin panties and tugged them up her legs. Having his mother and Fran there was embarrassing, but that didn't stop the hunger he felt for the gorgeous black woman.
"Well, it can't be helped now," Sue said with resignation. "I guess Mike and I might as well watch the show, Fran. Are you going out front?"
After glancing at her watch, Fran nodded. "For a few minutes, then I've got to leave. I'll catch a cab so you can take the car. Will you wait around and make sure Rachel gets here? I probably won't be home tonight, so I'd appreciate it if you went back as soon as she shows up."
"Of course. Take it easy. I'm sure things will work out all right."
"I wish I could say the same." Fran went to the door to her office. "See you all later. Give it to 'em good, Terri."
The black girl checked herself in the mirror, pulled a few tufts of pubic hair through the slit in her panties, then went to the stage door where she stopped to smile at Mike. "You watch me good now, y'hear? Better hang on to momma's hand, too."
When the girl had gone on the stage, Sue went over to open the panel in the wall, then motioned her son over. His hard cock made a tremendous bulge in his jeans as he crossed the room, and there was a glossy glaze to his eyes. He moved up next to his mother just in time to see Terri cup her brown globes in her hands and flop them up and down.
"Ooohhh, God!" he groaned.
A spark of jealousy flamed in Sue's chest, but she let it pass. "That excites you, doesn't it?"
He gulped and nodded, wrapping his hand around the peak at his fly.
"Wouldn't you like to see me dance like that?"
"I don't know," he said softly without turning his head.
Slipping an arm around his waist, Sue watched with him as Terri went into coital gyrations, humping her cunt at the crowd of eager, flush-faced men. "One of these days you will, darling. When we're alone, I'll dance like that just for you. But I won't stop there. Afterward, I'll let you fuck me."
"Oh, Jesus, Mom!" the boy said chokingly. "I'm going ape! Do we have to wait? Can't we do something right now?"
His agony was nearly tangible, and she could understand the torture he must be feeling in his cock and balls. They were alone, and she knew he would get his gun off quickly watching the black girl dry-fucking on the stage. While she couldn't risk undressing, she could drink the heavy sweetness of his jizz that Terri had generated.
"Yes, dear," she crooned, sinking slowly to her knees in front of him. Then she carefully pulled his zipper down and put her hand in for his stiff, leaping prick.
CHAPTER SIX
"Mom, don't!" Mike whispered urgently as he backed away from the wall opening. "They'll see me!"
"No, they won't, honey. It looks like a mirror on the other side. Just stand there and watch Terri while mommy helps you."
The boy was simpering pitifully as Sue wrested his long, curved organ from his pants. While she caressed it lovingly, she stared at the dark-hued head and watched clear pre-cum seep into the tiny slit at the end. The ribbed and veined tool vibrated in her grasp as though anxious to loose a load of semen.
She hiked her skirt up over her knees, sat back on her ankles, then bent forward to smother the flanged tip with warm, wet kisses. The baying of the lustful men in the lounge came through the wall when she extended her tongue and whipped it around the flanged head of her son's joint and savored the sample of his male juice. The swollen, silky knob tasted heavenly. As she began salivating profusely, she parted her lips to engulf the tumid bulb, then she compressed them around the crown and started swabbing the taut tender skin with her tongue.
"Uuuhhh! Mommy! Oh, God! Watching her and having you suck me is too much! Aaaggghhh! Mom! You're gonna make me cum! No shit! Uuunngghh!"
His plaintive cries fell on deaf ears. Sue was drawing his prick into her mouth, suctioning on it hard as she forced it toward the back of her throat. The jerking member was all the more sweet because it was her son's, and she couldn't seem to get enough of it. The cockhead touched her tonsils, passed them, then it was lodged in her pharynx. With her nose poked into his open fly, she began gulping on the bloated knob.
"UUUMMMFFF! UUUMMM! UUUMMMFFF!"
Mike had one hand clawing the wall and the other hanging onto the open panel. He wanted to look down and watch his mom blow his pecker, but at that moment Terri was facing him with her back to the audience. She was bumping and grinding her ass for the men, but she also knew the boy was looking at her. Her brown, dark-nippled tits were flopping and slapping together as she rubbed both hands up the insides of her thighs. Then she had the cut in her panties parted and was fingering her cunt sensuously.
"Ooohhh, Jesus!" Mike moaned, spittle trickling out of the corners of his mouth. He felt the black girl was being deliberately provocative just for him, and that made his mother's mouth all the better on his straining cock. He had seen the pink slash of Terri's twat, and wished he could eat the girl while his mom blew him off. "Mooooom! Damn, I'm gonna cum! Uuuhhh! Oh, fuck! I can feel it coming! Aaaggghhh! Suck me, Mom! Do it to me! Pleeeaase! Uuunngghh!"
Sue was bobbing her head now, with her tongue curled around the underside of the boy's poker. She was sliding her clamped lips out to the end, then pushing forward to the root, imitating a wet cunt as best she could. Her own nectar was flowing, filling the quivering crevice between her thighs. To suck her own son like this was indecent, obscene, yet she was reveling in it with all the carnal vulgarity that Fran's dancers displayed, and she couldn't stop.
She was thirsting for Mike's youthful jizz with unbearable longing as she nodded her mouth back and forth on his fiery dick. Her nipples were burning, her legs shaking, and there was a ringing in her ears as she tugged on his thrumming prick voraciously. An orgasm was already developing in her pussy, singing through her organs, and she was sure she would cum when he did.
Mike glanced down at his mother's gobbling mouth briefly, but Terri's lewd contortions drew his attention back. The girl was standing sideways now with one hand fondling her tits and the other stuffed under her panties. She had pushed her index finger through the slit in the bikinis so that it looked like a slender cock, and was hunching her hips as though she was fucking. Then she gripped the protruding digit and started flagging it in a pretense of jacking off like a man. The crowd in the lounge went wild, applauding thunderously.
While he watched the black girl stroke her finger, Mike put a hand on his mom's head and began fucking her in the mouth, jamming his aching tool in as far as he could. He felt his bulbous head glide into her throat, and when she moaned it made his pecker hum. That was all he could take. His knees bent and his body went rigid, then he convulsed as the built up torrent of thick fuck juice raced through his cock and spit out into her esophagus.
Sue swallowed the outpouring greedily, but was unable to keep up with the powerful gusher. Jizz filled her mouth, pushed her cheeks out, and dribbled down over her chin. When the geyser slowed, she began swishing the viscous liquid around in her mouth, letting the delicious flavor tantalize her taste buds. Then, while Mike was still shivering, she sucked the residue from his prick and drank it.
"Hot damnl" a female voice said. "You two oughtta put that act on the stage out there! That'd sure get their fuckin' rocks off!"
With her pussy still in the spasm of climax, Sue quickly popped her lips from Mike's tool and jumped to her feet, praying that her legs would hold her. Through cloudy eyes she saw Rachel standing near the dressing table casually unbuttoning her white blouse while she smiled knowingly. Sue pulled her skirt down and smoothed her dress while she stepped in front of her son to hide his naked cock.
"This ... this isn't want it looks like," the red-head stammered. "My son was ... that is, he...."
"Hell, don't explain to me. I know a blow job when I see one." Rachel peeled off her blouse, put it on a hanger, then reached around to unzip her skirt, her pink-tipped tits flashing in the bright artificial light. "Your kid, huh? Good-looking boy. What happened, did Terri turn him on?"
As she twined her fingers nervously in front of her, Sue heard Mike's zipper close. "Rachel, please. You won't say anything about this, will you? Fran had to leave, and she asked me to wait for you. We were watching Terri and, well, things simply got out of hand."
The blonde stepped out of her skirt, laughed, and hung it up. "Look, honey, I don't give a damn who you suck or fuck. It's none of my business. I've got my thing to do, and I do it. If you want to give your kid a blow job, it's fine with me. Lots of chicks dig young pricks. I prefer the big ones myself."
When the girl began skimming her bikinis down her shapely legs, Sue turned and took Mike by the arm, guiding him toward the door to Fran's office.
"We'll be going now, Rachel. Don't expect Fran back tonight."
"No sweat. See ya." The girl winked at Mike, then picked up a puff and began dusting her naked body with powder.
On the way through the office, Sue grabbed up her purse and they went on to the car. She was so furious she couldn't speak, and while much of her anger was directed at the insolent young blonde, she was also upset with herself for getting caught in such a disgusting situation. Mike was also silent, and she felt sure he was taking most of the blame. When they reached the house, she turned off the headlights before pulling into the driveway and parking quietly. Switching off the ignition, she turned on the seat and touched her son's hair.
"Mike, I guess all this is terribly confusing to you, isn't it. You never expected me to do things like that, did you."
He squirmed and wiped wet palms on his jeans, not knowing what to answer. He wanted her, sure, and he liked everything they had done. But he wanted her for himself, and the thought of having to share even a part of her troubled him. If all this had happened at home, it would have been different. Now he was resentful of her even thinking about showing her tits and cunt to anyone else.
No, I didn't. But, jeez, Mom, can't we just go back? I mean, we could do all that stuff at the house while Dad's gone, couldn't we?"
She slid over, put an arm around him, and kissed him. "No, we can't, dear. I've left all that behind. All except you. I've made up my mind that I want you with me, no matter what happens. We'll work it out somehow."
In a burst of gratitude, Mike put his mouth to his mother's lips, and instantly their tongues were entwined. He could feel her soft tits squashed against him, and covered one with his hand to squeeze it. With the pliable globe in his grasp, his pecker began to rise again, surging against his jeans as it lengthened. Her sucking had made the head tender, and he was about to ask if he could take it out when she began fumbling with his fly.
Almost automatically, his hand dropped to her leg and he felt her knees parting invitingly. When she cocked a leg over his, he slipped his hand between her warm thighs and pushed it up to her crotch. Her panties were soaked, and wet hair was curled out around the elastic. Prying the damp bikinis aside, he shoved two fingers into the milky crevice of her cunt and began caressing the cream-slick trough.
Sue had to struggle to get the zipper over the huge bulge in his fly, but when she got it open his boyish organ sprang out at once. She grabbed at it hungrily, parting her thighs even farther as she clasped the blazing poker. She would never get through the night without a fuck, without the feel of a hot prick drilling into her snatch. There were no moral inhibitions now. She loved her son's cock, an organ made right in her own womb, and it was more necessary to her than anything else in the world.
"Mike, darling!" she murmured. "Ooohhh, sweetheart! What a wonderful prick! You get hard so fast! See how wet I am? I get hot, too! God, lover, you make me so excited when you play with my pussy like that! Help me get my panties off so you can really finger me!"
When she braced her feet and lifted her hips off the seat, Mike pushed her dress up to her waist, then started tugging her tight panties down. She wriggled to help him. Soon they were over her hips, down to her knees, then off. Before he could grab for her twat again, she was scrambling up to straddle him, and he could smell the musky aroma of her heated twat.
"Mom!" he gasped. "We can't fuck here!"
"Ssshhh! Feel my cunt! Stick your finger way in and make me happy! Hhhuuuhhh! Oh, Mike! God! Your cock is so big, and strong, and hard! I need you, darling! So fucking bad! Ooohhh!"
She was manipulating his pecker thrillingly as he placed his hand in her crotch, parted the hairy lips, then dipped his fingers into the syrupy valley. Her clit was a stiff point, and she winced when he touched it. He probed for the weeping opening to her vagina, found it, and teased the gaping orifice.
"No, baby! In! In! Finger me like you do the girls! Make like I'm a young girl you want to get real hot so she'll let you fuck her! Go on! Finger-fuck me! Uuuhhh! Uuuhhh!"
Mike's hand was covered with vaginal lubricant as he eased his finger into the cavern of her cunt. He could feel the sticky membranous walls of her tunnel close around his digit as he jabbed it in to the last knuckle. She was like a bubbling inferno inside. Then she leaned forward to bury his face in her cleavage as she began to rock and squeeze her snatch.
AD this wasn't new to him, but who he was doing it with was. There was no need to coax, or plead, or promise. His mother wasn't a scared little girl that didn't know what she was doing. She was a woman, his mother, and she wanted him to fuck her. This wasn't kid stuff. This was for real!
"I'm getting hot again, Mom!" he whispered. "Jeez, you're as ready as I am! Can't I put it in? Please?"
"Talk to me, Mike!" she groaned. "Talk to me like I was one of your little whores! Tell me the same things you do them! I want you to seduce me! I want you to put the make on me! I want to remember what it's like! Ooohhh! Hhhuuuhhh!"
He gulped, feeling her covered tits mashed against his cheeks. Searching his mind, he tried to remember all the words he had used to get his prick into girls. Most of what he'd said would sound silly to his mother, yet he was willing to try anything to please her.
"Sue!" he uttered gutturally. "You're a really swinging chick! Jeez, your tits are super! I want to feel what it's like inside you! Christ, Sue, you can't leave me like this! My cock hurts! Honest! I promise I won't shoot in you! I just want to stick it in for a minute! Please! C'mon, Sue! Let me!"
"Oh, Mike, don't!" she whimpered in false protest. "We can't go all the way! I might get pregnant! I'm a virgin, Mike! You'd hurt me! You're too big for me! Ooohhh, Mike! My cunt is too small for you! Uuuhhh!"
Her words only aroused Mike all the more. He had heard them all, and knew they were only pretending, but for some reason it seemed more exciting this way. He was the aggressor, and she was another cunt he wanted to get into. He would keep trying until he fucked her.
"Oh, please, Suzy! Let me! I won't hurt you! Promise! I just want to put my cock where my finger is! Please! Let me put the head in, and you'll see how terrific it feels! C'mon, Suzy! All the girls do it! You'll like it! No kidding!"
"Miiiiike!" she whined. "I'll let you! I can't help it! Tell me you love me! Don't hurt me! Ooohhh, Mike! You make me want it sooooo much! Hhhuuuhhh!"
The boy was more excited than he had ever been. Even more than the first time. Fucking his mother was far out, but to do it in a car with a danger of being caught was too much. He was totally psyched out, and had to wait a moment to clear his head before extracting his finger from her soppy twat and gripping her firmly rounded ass cheeks with both hands.
"Jesus, I wish I could suck your tits at the same time!" he moaned, pulling her hips forward. "You feel so goddamn good!"
"Be careful, honey!" she whispered, releasing his erection and folding her arms behind him on the seat back. "Put it in real slow! This is my first time! Ooohhh, Mike! Lover!"
The tingling tip of his joint slipped into the greasy furrow of her cunt, rode over her rigid clit, then the puffy lips of her snatch were gliding along either side of his cock-knob. Her hot, seeping hole wasn't hard to find. He placed the swollen bulb at the frothy entrance by twisting around, then let her nectar drizzle down over his rod while he nuzzled his face into her titty.
As Sue nibbled on his ear and kissed his neck she saw two cars go by on the street, their headlights stabbing the darkness, but she ignored them. The only thing on her mind now was the red-hot knob pressing against her cunny. She was determined to restrain herself at least until Mike had penetrated her and started a rhythm that suited him. One of the most important points she had learned was to find out what a man liked, and fuck his way.
Mike burrowed into her other tit while he slipped the fingers of both hands into the crack between her buns then, with his hands spread, he began forcing her down onto his jutting pole. When the lathery sheath started engulfing his dick, his legs jerked and he felt his groin tighten up. She let him do what he wanted, not hindering, but not helping. He kept pulling her down, stabbing his prick deeper into the seething cauldron.
"Is that okay, Sue?" he asked softly. "Is it good?"
"Oh, yes! Yes! You've got a giant cock! I can feel it all over! And it's going so far in! Hhhuuuhhh! Don't stop! Shove it way up inside me! Aaahhh! Aaahhh!"
Sue let her knees splay out even farther as Mike continued to spear into her pussy. The fat club was dislodging her intestines as it snaked up her tunnel. Each fraction of an inch was added bliss. She was tempted to drop and impale herself on his prick, but gritted her teeth and held back. The longer it was delayed, the better her climax would be.
He could feel her cuntal lotion leaking down into the hair on his pelvis and over his balls. That meant that she wanted to fuck, and it thrilled him that he could turn her on so much. When he felt her springy hair tickling the base of his dick, he surged upward and drew her down hard at the same time, embedding himself in her belly.
"God!" she gasped, sucking in her breath. "Oh, damn, Mike! It feels like it's a mile long! Hhhuuuhhh! Ooohhh! Ooohhh!"
"Pretty good, huh?" he asked proudly. As he leaned his head back, he dug his fingers into his ass. "Now it's your turn. Move your cunt up and down. Let's really fuck."
She smiled at him lovingly, realizing the time for teasing and play was over. They were joined now, mother and son, and it was up to her to suction the jizz from his young balls.
I will, dearest. Put your hands on my tits and squeeze them while I ride your cock. Ooohhh, you're so marvelous! You couldn't begin to understand what fucking you means to me! Relax, honey, and let mommy give you one of the best times you've ever had!"
Staring into his smoky eyes, Sue moved her legs into the most comfortable position, then slowly lifted her cunt up his pecker. Then, with only the head inserted, she began flexing her vaginal sphincter, titillating the knob until he started to shiver. When she thought he could stand no more, she began spiraling her hips as she sank down, corkscrewing her box on his tool.
Mike tried to tell her how great it felt, but only strangling noises came from his throat. He was still kneading her gelatinous globes, but only half-heartedly. His concentration was focused on the way she was using her pussy on his pecker. Alternately compressing and releasing on his member, she was also twirling her twat as she raised and lowered it, making his cock churn in her sheath. Her cunt mouth was smacking just as her lips had when she sucked him, and it was a totally new experience for him.
Sue knew it would take a while to work him up after the blow job, and had promised herself they would cum together. Even the scraping of his zipper teeth couldn't detract from the ecstatic rapture she was feeling at that moment. His pistoning joint was a thing of treasure, and she had made up her mind that they would enjoy this fuck to the utmost.
The soft, steady slapping of her naked buns against his jean-covered thighs reverberated through the car as Sue increased her bucking gradually. Her foamy cunny was making slurping sounds on his prick, and they were both breathing rapidly. They were so engrossed that neither of them paid any attention to the shadowy figure lurking near the corner of the garage, watching and listening.
"Jesus, Mom," Mike panted, "I didn't know a girl could do stuff like that with her cunt! It's even better than when I was on top of you!"
"This is one of the best ways to fuck, dear! You go in a lot farther! Hhhuuuhhh! Damn! I haven't been this hot in years! Ooohhh, baby! Your cock is fabulous! Let me know when you're getting close! Hhhuuuhhh! Oh! Oh! My Gooooood!"
Her cunt was so wet she was actually squirting juice each time his pecker drilled in to the hilt. The swollen end of his organ was hitting against her cervix, sending zinging jolts out from her uterus. Mike began to grunt with each stab, and when he started lurching off the seat, she knew he was getting close to cuming.
Molten jizz was swelling the tubes in Mike's groin for the third time that day, and his nuts were drawing up in his crotch. He wanted to cum, but at the same time he wanted this fuck to last as long as possible. His mother's tight, demanding pussy felt so fantastic he dreaded having to take his cock out. If he had a choice, he would have stayed like this all night.
When he became rigid and his ringers bit into her titties, Sue clamped her vaginal walls around his dick and began bouncing furiously, hammering her twat on his tumid tool. Then jet after jet of sizzling jizz splashed against her womb. She stopped pumping, hugged him close, and squealed with delight as orgasm flooded her body with glorious spasms so strong they made colored lights flash before her eyes.
Their combined juices poured out past his embedded prick and soaked his pelvis and scrotum as they shuddered uncontrollably against each other, Mike's cock leaping and her vagina contracting spastically on it. The explosive culmination of their fuck had left them breathless, and they were both so filled with joy they were close to tears. They stayed locked together for several minutes, silently enjoying the aftermath of their union, then Sue kissed her son and drew back.
"Well, honey, that was really something, wasn't it? We make a good pair, don't you think?"
Mike nodded and swallowed. "Yeah, Mom. It was super. I wish we had a place where we could go to bed together. It'd be neat if we could go to a motel or something."
"Maybe we can, later on. Right now, we have to get in the house and see how the kids are doing. I promised Fran. Don't move. I'll get off, then clean you up."
Lifting her cunt carefully, Sue twisted around and sat on the edge of the seat. She picked up her panties, wiped her wet crotch, then began sopping up the fuck juice clinging to Mike's genitals. When she was through, she put the damp bikinis in her purse and zipped him up.
"What are we gonna tell Beth and Greg?" he asked.
"Nothing, except their mother will be home late. Let's go in, now. Wait till I pull my dress down."
As soon as Sue was presentable, they got out of the car and started for the house. They had nearly reached the door when Sue spotted the shadow of a person near the garage. Her heart leaped with fear, and she grabbed for Mike's arm.
"Who's there? Who is it?"
Mike stopped and followed her gaze, tensing up while they waited for an answer. The shadow remained motionless for a moment, then stepped into view.
"It's me," a muffled voice said. "Ron. I didn't mean to scare you."
Breathing a sigh of relief, Sue released her son's arm and patted his shoulder. "It's all right, Mike. I know him. You go on in the house. I'll be in in a minute."
Dubiously, Mike nodded. "Okay. Holler if you need help."
"I won't. Go on, now." Leaving her son, Sue walked over to Ronny who was standing with his head down and his hands in his pockets. "What are you doing here, Ronny? Why aren't you home?"
The boy shrugged and scuffed at the ground with the toe of his shoe. "I dunno. I ain't been back since I left here. I been walkin' around and thinkin'. I don't wanna go back there. Ever."
"Oh, dear. Don't you know they'll be worried about you? They've probably called the police by this time. After all, they're responsible."
"Yeah, I know. A cop car went by a little while ago. I was scared they'd stop and ask Mrs. Curtis if I was here."
Sue suddenly remembered the passing headlights and her guts knotted up. "You've been here all the time? Hiding right here?"
"Uh huh. I wanted to talk to you. I been here since dark."
My God, he must have seen and heard everything we did in the car! And Mike called me 'mommy'! He knows I was fucking my own son! Lord, what do I do?
With an effort, she managed to compose herself. She mustn't let this get out of hand. If the boy was picked up for being a runaway, he might confess why he had sought her out and what they had done earlier. If he did, she could be arrested for contributing to the delinquency of a minor, and the idea was too horrible to even think about. She had to take care of things, and right away.
"Why did you want to talk to me, Ron?" she asked as calmly as she could.
He looked up and spoke with shy honesty. I love you. I ... I've been goin' nuts since I left. You let me, you know, do that stuff to you. I want us to do it again."
CHAPTER SEVEN
The dim light didn't conceal the pathetic expression on the boy's face, nor the virile lump in the front of his jeans. He had been aroused by what he had witnessed and heard, and Sue was quite aware of his need for ejaculation to relieve the pressure in his testicles. But Mike knew Ron was there, and any action on her part was sure to arouse suspicion.
"Honey, I can understand how you feel, but you must understand that we can't let ourselves get into trouble. I'll tell you what. Promise me you'll go right home, and I'll meet you at Fran's place sometime tomorrow. We'll work out something then. Okay?"
Ron started to balk, conscious only of the demanding need seizing his genitals, then grudgingly agreed. "I guess you're right. I shouldn't have come here. I don't wanna mess things up. Will you be there when I bring the stuff over for the girls?"
"I'll try, dear. If not, I'll be there in the afternoon. You'd better hurry, now. We don't want the police picking you up. Just keep thinking about tomorrow, and how much fun we're going to have together."
"Yeah, sure," he muttered. " 'Night."
"Good night, Ronny. Sleep well."
As she watched him shuffle across the lawn and amble down the street, Sue was acutely conscious of what she had done to the orphaned youngster, and it made her heart heavy. She couldn't deny that she had deliberately seduced him and had fanned the fires of his pubescent sexual drive. The girl's teasing would be even more tortuous for him now. He would no longer be satisfied with less than full-blown sensuous and erotic sex. Shaking her head ruefully, she turned and walked to the front door of the house.
There was no one in the living room when she entered, though the television was on. She dropped her purse on the couch and went into the kitchen for a much needed shot of brandy, slightly surprised that the children weren't there either. After tossing down a double shot and feeling the liquor warm her blood, she set off in search of the youngsters to see what they were up to.
As she was passing through the front room, Mike came through the doorway to the hall, his eyebrows raised in astonishment. He halted and fixed her with a bewildered gaze.
"What's the matter with you?" she asked. "Where are the kids?"
"You better go look for yourself, Mom. They're ... doing something in Beth's room."
Sue's chest tightened with anxiety but she kept her features placid. "All right. You stay here and watch TV. And I mean stay here."
Afraid of what she was going to find, Sue started down the hall, listening for tell-tale sounds. The door to Beth's room was open, and she could hear muted voices. Stopping just short of the doorway, she peered in at the reflections in the large mirror on the girl's dresser.
Beth was on her bed, totally nude, with her legs spread and her head propped up with both pillows. She had both hands in her crotch, and was obviously holding her pussy apart as she stared glassy-eyed at her young brother.
Squatting on his haunches between her parted knees with his pajama bottoms pulled down was Greg. He was gawking intently at his sister's cunt while his fist stroked the slim white shaft that angled up from his groin. The tip of his purple-ish cockhead was wet with pre-cum. Fine angel-like down covered his pelvis and the weighted sac that was swinging between his thighs.
"Come on, darn you!" Beth gasped urgently. "Let me see it! I don't care if you shoot on me! I wanna watch it come out! Do it, Greg! Jack off and cum!"
"I'm tryin'! " the boy grunted, his attention more on the pink slash of Beth's twat than on getting his gun off. "Nobody's ever watched me before! I'll do it! Just wait a minute!"
There was no doubt in her mind that she should put a halt to what they were doing, but Sue was too fascinated by the children to move. Greg's jacking off and the girl's observing were harmless enough in themselves, and it was better that their curiosity was salved that way than any other. All kids did something similar, and to break it up would only postpone it.
"Jesus, Greg, I'm letting you look at my pussy! Doesn't that get you hot? Pump it! I wanna see you shoot! Hurry up before Sue gets back! Oh, jeez! I'm getting all wet, too!"
The boy's fist was nearly a blur as he slid the loose skin up and down on his prick, manipulating it feverishly to make the jizz flow from his balls. It felt weird to beat his meat in front of a girl, especially his sister, and it was difficult to cum even though he was looking at her pointed, coral-tipped titties and the hair-fringed canyon of her cunt. Her nakedness excited him, but he still felt strangely embarrassed.
"You do it too!" he said in a strangled voice. "You jack off with me! Maybe I can cum then! Go on! Stick your finger in your cunt! Let's do it together!"
"Okay! Just hurry! Watch me! See? I've got my finger in my hole! I'm diddling myself! Now cum! Do it! Ooohhh, God!"
A shiver of lascivious delight rippled up Sue's spine when she saw the girl's hand twisting around in her crotch and her finger began making wet sounds in her lubricated vagina. Then Beth was twisting and squirming, her legs writhing as she plumbed the depths of her virgin snatch.
"Uuunnnggghhh!" Greg moaned agonizingly. "Christ, Beth! Oh, damn! I never seen a girl jack off! Oh, fuck! I want to do that to you so bad! Aaaggghhh! Your cunt looks so goddamn juicy! I wish I could really fuck you! God! I'm gettin' ready! Uuuhhh!"
The boy had pushed himself straight up from the knees and his hand was flying over his dick while he gaped at his sister's plunging finger. The side of his fist hammered against his pelvis, and he was blinking rapidly. The muscles of his bare chest were knotted up, and the tendons stood out on his neck.
"Please, Greg! Oh, God, please! Cum all over me! Shoot, dammit! Shoooooot! I'm gonna do it, toooo! Now, Greg! Oh, holy Jesus, noooooow! HUH! HUH! GGG AAAHHH! WWWAAAHHH! UH! UH! UH!"
Greg stopped his hand and squeezed his cock so tightly Sue thought he would hurt himself. Then he released his pecker and gripped his sister's thighs while pearly globs of jizz squirted from his organ, made an arc in the air, then rained down on Beth's tits and belly.
"H HHUUUNNNGGGHHH! UNGH! UNGH! BEEEEEETH! AAARRRGGGHHH! OH, SHIT! U U U N NN G G G H H H ! UNF! UNF! JJJJEEEEZZZZ! AH! AH! OOOHHH!"
Sue had put a hand against the wall to steady herself when the children began climaxing and was feeling the strain of uterine contractions as she watched them jerk and thrash. Astonished at her reactions, she was still trying to pull herself together when she saw Greg suddenly throw himself down on his sister's cream-covered body and begin wriggling his dripping tool into the girl's cunt.
Beth didn't resist the sudden attack. Instead she scissored her legs around his waist and hugged him close while she twisted her hips to help Greg stuff his slender pole into her lathered sheath.
"Yes!" the girl was whining. "Yes! Put it in! I want to feel it! Greg! Ooohhh, fuck! I'm so hot I'm going crazy!"
Greg's bare ass was churning as he stabbed at his sister's crotch with his rigid member, frantically trying to embed his rod in the slick tube. A combination of groans and sobs gurgled in his throat as he assailed the girl's foamy crevice with his hard organ.
Their frenzied actions jolted Sue into action. They were going too far, and Fran was holding her responsible. She burst into the room, raced to the bed and grabbed for the boy, rolling him off his more than willing sister.
"Stop it! What are you doing? Good Lord, can't you kids be left alone? What would your mother say?"
They both laid there looking up at her, Greg terrified but Beth still so completely aroused that she couldn't comprehend what was happening. The girl stared at her with her face twisted grotesquely in a mask of undiluted lust, whimpered, then put a hand on her aching cunt and the other on her tit.
"Get up, Greg," Sue commanded sternly. "Wash yourself off and go to your room. Right now!"
Quaking with fright, the boy slid off the bed, pulled his pajamas up, then darted from the room. Sue's eyes followed him out the door, then she turned back to Beth. The young blonde remained still, seemingly in a daze, the splatterings from Greg's prick shimmering on her pale skin. Conscious that the girl was in a frustrated state, a condition she was familiar with, Sue relented in her attitude somewhat and got her a box of tissues from the dresser.
"Didn't you learn your lesson, young lady? It was only this afternoon that you were scared half to death, and now you're ready to get yourself in trouble again. What's the matter with you?"
The flaming sexual passion began to ebb in the girl as she reached for the tissues and proceeded to dab at the droplets of jizz on her body. She was shaky, but not entirely unnerved.
"I don't know, Sue," she said blandly. "We were getting ready for bed, and I asked Greg if I could see his penis. Then he wanted to look at my cunny, and I talked him into jacking off."
"And you don't see anything wrong with that?"
Throwing the wet tissues on the floor, Beth said insolently, "No. Greg told me you were going to go to work for my mom as a dancer. I know what they do. And maybe mom doesn't do that, but she's part of it, too. What's so bad about showing my cunt to my brother?"
All at once Sue felt powerless. There was no effective answer to the question. The children surely knew what went on at the club, and were probably subjected to all kinds of filthy remarks from the other kids, just as Mike would be is she went through with her plans. They were growing up in an abnormal environment, and couldn't be expected to behave like other youngsters. She closed the door and sat down on the bed, the odor of Beth's cunt and Greg's cum heavy in the air.
"You're right, I suppose, and I can't really blame you for the way you feel. But still, I think you should talk this over with your mother. After all, she's probably the best friend you've got."
"No, she's not," Beth said sullenly. "I can't talk to her about anything. Especially sex. I get so mad at her sometimes I could just cry."
The girl's alluring young body was becoming almost too much for Sue to bear. There, within reach, was one of the most tantalizing figures she had ever seen, with bold tits and furry cunt. She was salivating as her eyes took in the soft curves and contours and she hungered for the fur-rimmed nest between her thighs. It was a yearning altogether different than wanting a hot, hard fuck.
"Would you like to be my friend, Beth? And tell me all the things you want to say?"
Looking at her dubiously, the blonde nodded. "Sure. Do you really want to listen?"
"Yes, dear. Look. Give me a half hour to put the boys to bed, then get your robe on and come to your mother's room. I'm going to take a shower, too. Then you can get all the things that are bothering you off your chest. All right?"
"Uh huh. I ... thanks, Sue. You're really awful nice."
"Half an hour, now. Not before. And be quiet."
Stopping at the hall closet, Sue got out the extra bedding she knew Fran kept there, then continued on into the living room. Mike was slouched in a chair and glanced up expectantly when she entered.
"Did you chew 'em out, Mom?"
She wasn't at all pleased that he had seen what he did, Beth's nude body in particular, but there was nothing to do about it now. Her only hope was to keep the two of them apart. She tossed the bedding on the couch and picked up her purse.
"No, I didn't. It's not my business, or yours, and I don't want you saying anything about it. You sleep in here tonight. We'll work out other arrangements tomorrow."
"Okay. Can I watch TV for a while?"
"Yes, but keep it down. I'll see you in the morning, dear. Get a good rest." She went over to kiss him, then headed down the hall to the master bedroom, noting that Greg's door was shut and there was no light showing beneath it.
When she had undressed, she carried her cum-soaked panties into the bathroom, washed them out at the sink, and draped them over a towel rack. Then she douched before taking a hot shower, all the while thinking about her deepening predicament with all four of the children. Mike she could handle, and probably Greg, but Beth and Ron were another matter.
The pelting water was invigorating, and by the time she had toweled off, she was much more relaxed. She ran brush through her luxurious hair, then walked nude into the bedroom for a quiet cigarette before Beth arrived. As she smoked, she marveled at the way she had handled herself throughout the day, clumsily at times, but with more assurance than she had ever thought possible. This reawakening wasn't easy, but she was proud of the way she had managed herself so far.
The door opened without a sound, and Beth stepped in quickly, closing it as quietly. When she turned and caught sight of Sue sitting casually on the side of the bed with nothing on, a smile spread across her face. She took off her robe wordlessly and tossed it on the dresser, then approached the bed and sat down next to the woman.
"You look neat without any clothes," Beth said admiringly. "I like it when we're both naked like this."
Sue felt the impulse wash through her like a tidal wave as she dropped her butt in the ash tray and circled the girl with her arms. Locked together, they fell back on the bed, then their mouths were meshed together as they groped for each other's tits. Whimpering and panting they kneaded the other's fleshy globes while Sue rubbed her furry snatch against the girl's leg.
The abrupt contact of flesh against flesh was a match that ignited a wildfire of unbridled lust. Their tongues curled with each other, and caressing hands traced over velvety skin. Their fingers touched buttocks, tits, springy pubic hair, and felt the blazing heat of inflamed cunts. Latent appetites were unleashed that could only be satisfied by carnal female acts.
"Oh, God, Sue!" the girl gasped in mortal anguish. "What can we do? I want you so bad, but how can we do it? Oh, please help me! Please! Ooohhh, Sue! Hhhuuuhhh!"
"Take it easy, darling," Sue said, her voice trembling. "I know what you need. Slide up on the bed. I'll take care of you, dearest. Don't worry."
Half lifting the girl to the center of the bed, Sue shifted around until she was laying with her face poised directly over Beth's ripe, salmon-pink valley. The hair on her pouting cunt lips was wet, and the thin labia in her gash was fluttering with excitement. The blonde's hole was dilated, and a tiny stream of vaginal nectar was drooling down over her puckered bung. Beth's clit was flame red and poking out of its shroud.
Beth could feel the woman's breath puffing into her splayed chasm, intensifying her craving for an orgasm. She had no idea what Sue was going to do, but was certain she could trust her to make her climax.
Sue brushed her lips over the insides of the girl's thighs down to the crease of her buns, then began kissing the puffy vulvae, the matted hair tickling her nose. The youngster's cuntal scent was strong, a heady aroma that she inhaled blissfully. Lifting Beth's feet to her shoulders, she used her thumbs to part the gaping maw even more, than wrapped her lips around the stiff little clit and began sucking.
"Suuuuuue! My God! Gggaaahhh! Oh, Christ, what that does to me! Hhhhuuuhhh! It's beautiful! Jesus, your mouth feels so fucking good! Ooohhh! Aaahhh! It's super! Aaaggghhh!"
Sucking as greedily as though she had a male cock in her mouth, Sue swabbed the nubbin with her tongue. The girl's thick cuntal lips were flattened against her cheeks, and her nose was buried in downy fluff. When Beth started to thrust and grind her pussy, Sue dropped her mouth down to the cavernous hole and shoved her curled tongue in as far as she could, drinking the honey-like mucous that drained from the opening.
"UUUMMMFFF! UUUMMM! UUUMMMFFF! UUUMMMFFF!"
Beth was clawing at the spread and rocking her head from side to side as she braced her feet against the red-head's shoulders and hunched her twat at the gobbling mouth. The bed seemed to be spinning beneath her as shock after sizzling shock made her limbs jerk and her belly palpitate. She was so enrapt with the new experience that the first orgasm struck without warning and took her off into a pillowy dream world where she couldn't utter a sound.
Sue knew when the girl had cum because of the spasming of her sheath on her impaled tongue. Still, her craving for the taste of a virgin snatch wasn't sated, and she had to have more. She kept drilling her tongue into the milky tunnel, twirling it and flicking it while her nose rubbed Beth's small girl-cock.
"Boy, and I thought I'd done somethin' wrong."
Snapping her head up, Sue craned her neck and saw Greg by the side of the bed, his eyes full of awe and a hard-on pushing his pajamas out. Sue sat up hastily and wiped a hand across her milk-covered mouth. "Didn't I tell you to stay in your room!"
"Yeah, but I came in to ask you not to tell my mom on us. Gosh, I didn't know girls liked to do that to each other. It's a good thing mom ain't here."
Sue was thinking as fast as she could. In the mind of a thirteen-year old boy, what he had seen was infinitely more wrong than what he had done with his sister, and unless he was made a part of it, the temptation to tell would be great. She looked at Beth, who still had her legs drawn up and her wet, pink pussy exposed. There was only one safe way out, and that was to get them both involved.
"Haven't you ever heard about eating a girl's pussy, Greg? It's delicious. Really. Would you like to try it?"
He looked at the vertical mouth of his sister's box, then at the thatch of coppery hair that covered Sue's cunt. "I don't know. Which one?"
"Don't leave me like this!" Sue whined. "I couldn't stand it! My guts are all twisted up! Somebody lick me! Somebody!"
"You eat your sister, Greg, and I'll do something for you. I promise, you'll like it a lot. Take your pj's off and get up here with us."
The lad didn't appear too enthusiastic, but after seeing Sue burrow her face in Beth's cunt, he was as curious as he was sexually aroused. Dropping his pajamas, he climbed up on the bed, assuming he would take the same position Sue had. But before he could get into place, Sue had rolled over on her back and was making him straddle her with his hard white cock aimed at her mouth.
Sue scooted around, holding onto Greg's thighs and moving him with her while she gauged the distance to Beth's foamy snatch. When they were lined up, she placed her hands on the boy's firm buttocks and took time to examine his equipment.
His prick was over five inches long, capped by a bluish flanged head. Dark veins were visible through the translucent skin on the curved shaft. Wisps of light brown hair covered his pelvis and the crinkled sac that hung from his crotch. As she stared at it, her appetite for the pure cock that had only been used for pissing and masturbating increased steadily.
"What ... what are you going to do?" Greg asked tremulously when her intentions became apparent. He was afraid, knowing that if she put her mouth on his pecker, he wouldn't be able to control himself.
"Don't think about it, honey," Sue murmured. "Just bend down and lick your sister's sweet pussy. I'll handle your lovely cock."
With her brother crouched between her legs, Beth couldn't wait any longer. She rested her feet on his shoulders as she had done with Sue, then put both hands behind his head and drew his face down to her seething cunny. Her sex organs felt like they were on fire, and her single thought was to have another climax.
"Please, Greg! Eat me! Lick me all over and stick your tongue up me! God, I'm so fucking hooooot! Eat me, kid! Do what Sue did! Ooohhh! Aaaggghhh!"
The fragrant odor of Beth's twat wafted around his face as Greg gawked at the slick trench dotted with milky droplets, and his reluctance evaporated. Lowering his mouth to the splayed chasm, he stuck out his tongue to sample the fluid clinging to the shiny walls of the coral trough, found it tasty, then started licking voraciously. To his amazement, it was great!
Sue gripped the cheeks of the boy's ass and began pulling him down, guiding the bloated head of his organ toward her mouth. When it was close enough, she extended her tongue and rimmed the crown, then capped the knob with her lips and started sucking it gently. He shivered with delight, but resisted pushing more of his tool in.
She moved her hands to the sides of his hips and exerted enough force to pull his cock all the way into her oral cavity. The tip passed her tonsils and entered her throat. Exultant with rapture, she began sucking, slathering it with her tongue while she felt it pulse against her palate.
"Greg!" Beth squealed. "Oh, Jesus! Just like that! Wow! Ooohhh, God! Lick me! Oh, please make me cum! Stick your tongue in my hole! Way in! Goddamn! Why didn't we do this before? Oh, fuck! I'm so damn hot I'm going crazy! Eeeaaattt mmmeee! Aaahhh! Aaahhh!"
The boy was trying to concentrate on the pussy he was eating voraciously, but Sue's demanding mouth was already causing the jizz to bubble in his balls. He had never been sucked, and the hot tugging lips on his dick was more thrilling than he could even have imagined. As he was inserting his tongue into Beth's drooling, dilated orifice, he felt the woman making him pump his hips up and down, and it dawned on him that she wanted him to fuck her in the mouth.
"UUUMMM! UUUMMM! UUUMMMFFF!"
Sue was pushing him up and pulling him back, trying to show him the coital motions. Her cheeks were hollowed, and she was suctioning on the stiff pole hard. He got the idea quickly, and began pistoning his joint in and out of her mouth, shoving it in until her nose was mashed against his pelvis, then drawing out to the tip. When he was sawing his prick jerkily through her lips, she moved her hands into the crack of his ass and tickled the puckered opening of his bung.
She had never been fucked in the mouth this way, and found it gloriously exhilarating. Her mouth was a cunt, and Greg was screwing it deliciously. His scrotum was slapping against her chin as she rimmed his rectal opening, then delicately injected a finger through the tight sphincter into his rubbery colon.
That was all the young lad could take. He felt the semen speeding through his groin toward his pecker and began gobbling his sister's snatch feverishly, nuzzling his face into the spread gash and stabbing his tongue as far as he could into her syrupy sheath. Beth started lurching at the same time, grinding her weeping twat against his mouth while she tried to smother him with her fiery cunt.
Sue felt his prick mushroom in her mouth and began swallowing even before the gusher burst forth. Then her mouth was flooded with boiling jizz. His cock leaped as it spewed squirt after squirt of cum that sprayed her uvula, tonsils, and the back of her throat. As she rinsed her mouth with tiie thick outpouring of delectable male honey, orgasm thundered out from her pussy so forcefully it made her legs jump.
After drinking all of Greg's flavorful cum, Sue sucked him dry then rolled Out from under him to slide off the bed and get to her feet. Beth let her legs fall limply to the mattress, and Greg sat back, wiping a forearm across his nectar-covered face.
"All right, kids," Sue said quietly, "that's enough for one day. Wash up in this bathroom, then get to bed. We'll talk about what just happened in the morning."
And just what in the hell am I going to say then?
CHAPTER EIGHT
The driver was a white-haired older man who didn't utter a word as he wheeled the cab through the deserted streets at three o'clock in the morning, and that suited Fran just fine. She was fuming.
Carl Greer had turned out to be a sick weirdo, as disgusting in his freaky approach to sex as he was to look at. When she had reached his luxurious apartment, he had greeted her in a karate robe and took her into the den. After a drink and a few minutes of idle conversation, he had made her strip and sit next to him on a couch.
He made no move to touch her while he showed four porno movies depicting some of the most vulgar acts she had ever seen. In one, two naked beauties fucked and sucked a Great Dane. In another, a voluptuous blonde was fucked by two men in the cunt and ass at the same time, then she took both their pricks in her mouth simultaneously and sucked them off. The last, and most revolting, was of three boys barely in their teens com-holing and sucking each other.
When the films were over, she had steeled herself for the screwing she was positive was coming. Instead, Greer had her stand in front of him and produced a dildo of gigantic proportions that looked and felt exactly like a cock. He made her insert the monstrosity in her cunt, which hurt like hell, then insisted she jack off with it.
Painfully, she shoved the phallus into her twat and began pumping it in and out, watching his eyes smolder and his face contort with blatant lust. She was still sure he was going to bang her until he threw his robe open and wrapped his hand around an infantile erection hardly bigger than a finger. While he stared at the huge fake penis stabbing her pussy, he started pounding his miniature organ.
He couldn't ever make it with a woman, and that was how he got his kicks!
Now she was sore, infuriated and frustrated. She couldn't cum with the dildo, and the sight of his tiny tool filled her with revulsion. It had struck her as comical when only a few drops of sperm finally oozed from his child-like cock, but that was the only amusing episode of the night. Greer had reminded her of Jack, and the way her husband had lusted after their dancers. Her hatred of men was an almost palpable thing.
Fran paid the driver from the back seat, then went up the walk and into the house, the security of the familiar walls giving her relief. The TV was still on, and in the light from the blank screen she could see Mike sleeping on the couch. The blanket had fallen to the floor, and his limp penis was poking out of the fly in his shorts.
Even soft, the boy's prick was larger than Greer's, nearly as big as Jack's. She stared at it silently and felt a stirring in her cunt as she tried to imagine the size of it at full erection. It was a terrible thing to speculate on, particularly since he was just a boy, and a relative at that. Still, the flaccid shaft was inviting, and she hadn't been fucked since a month before Jack skipped.
Noting that Sue's luggage was still by the door, she wondered where the others were sleeping, and went to check. The kids were in their rooms, and her aunt was under the covers on her bed, dozing peacefully. She headed for the kitchen, turned on the dim light over the stove, then mixed herself a stiff drink. Gulping it down, she poured another, then began taking off her clothes and draping them over the kitchen chairs.
When she was nude, Fran lit a cigarette, picked up her drink, then went back to the living room to sit in a chair where she could see Mike's wilted tool clearly. While her sexual drive hadn't been satisfied lately because of the trauma of the last few months, it was still there, gnawing at her cunt unmercifully.
Merely looking at the child's desirable prick was enough to cause a warm glow in her groin. She could feel desire plucking at her pussy, and when she glanced down at her conical tits, she saw that her tingling nipples were anxiously erect. It occurred to her that it would be unthinkable to try anything with Mike, but as she mulled the possibilities, the idea seated itself more firmly than ever.
Allowing her fantasies to run wild, she became more and more aroused as she finished her highball and cigarette. The boy was too old to be virgin. He would probably be immensely pleased, though a little shocked, if she offered him her mature body. At any rate, she had to find out, and the only way to do that was to act.
Slipping out of the chair, Fran crawled over to the side of the couch. She put her face over his pelvis and breathed in the masculine odor of his genitals. Then she delicately lifted his shriveled organ, admired it, and placed her lips against the soft tip. He made a sleep sound, then was quiet while she kissed the tender knob fondly. Then, with excruciating slowness, his prick began to grow in length and girth, swelling as blood filled the tissues.
While the member enlarged between her fingers and thumb, she stuck out the tip of her tongue and teased the dark-hued glans. That seemed to increase his excitement, for his cock started to pulse as it inflated more rapidly. With a feather-like touch, Fran began running her fingertips up and down his shaft, delighted that it was expanding to full erection. Now it was throbbing, and she could feel the gristle under the skin.
"Uuuhhh," the boy muttered. "Uuuhhh. Ooohhh."
He was waking, and she had to make the decision whether to run or stay. The undiluted craving for sexual attention that was churning in her pussy made up her mind for her. Casting aside all doubt, she parted her lips and engulfed the knob of his hard cock, ecstatic at the feel of his joint in her mouth. She puckered her lips around the crown of his dick and began swishing her tongue over the silken head.
Mike pushed himself up on his elbows and tried to focus his eyes. For a moment he thought it was his mother sucking him, but then he saw Fran's brunette hair and stopped breathing. Her naked body was outlined in the glow from the television. He could see her hanging, swaying tits, her arched back, and the perfect roundness of her magnificent ass.
"Fran, is that you?"
She took her mouth from his cock and smiled at him. "Yes, Mike. Do you mind? It looked so wonderful I couldn't resist kissing it."
He strained to swallow, then croaked, "No, I don't mind. I didn't think.. .you know."
"I know. Let's not wake the others up. Help me get your shorts off. Just be as quiet as you can."
When he raised his hips, Fran tugged his shorts down his legs and took them off his feet. Then she cradled his balls in her hand and resumed sucking his thrumming member. She began bobbing her head, taking a little more of his poker each time until her lips were spread out around the root and his cock-knob was jamming into her throat. She wasn't going to suck him off, but she wanted him hot enough to fuck.
"Uuunnnggghhh!" Mike groaned. "Oh, damn, Fran! You suck so great! Aaaggghhh! Are you sure my mom's asleep? Uuuhhh!"
"Uuummm huuummm! Uuummmfff! Uuummm! Uuummm!"
Mike was having a hard time believing this late-night assault. Fran had always been real cool, and while he had thought for some time that she was a sexy chick, she had never been anything more than polite with him. Yet here she was, her tits flopping and her ass wriggling while she gave him a super blow job. It was out of sight, and he only hoped his mother never found out.
Fran suddenly removed her mouth from his dick, laid down on the fallen blanket, and pulled him over on top of her. His rigid pecker gouged into her belly and his chest flattened her tits as she threw her arms around him and pressed her mouth to his. As they tongue-fucked each other's mouth, he tried to move his dick down to her cunt, but she kept squirming away. This bewildered him, as he could feel her cuntal fur tickling his balls.
"What are we doin'? " he asked when their lips parted. "I mean, what do you want me to do?"
"Oh, Mike, I know this is confusing, but I need you. In a special way. I want you to fuck me. Will you?"
"Well ... sure, but you keep movin'. You won't let me stick it in. I'm ready. You can feel it, can't you?"
Fran saw the desperate yearning in the boy's eyes as she ran her hands through his hair, over his back, and down to his ass. What she wanted was hard to ask for, especially from a kid and someone she'd never screwed before. She couldn't even tell him the reason for the unusual request, trusting that he would want to get his gun off no matter how.
"Mike, I want you to fuck me in the ass. I want you to bang my butt just the way you'd screw a cunt. Have you ever done that?" He couldn't hide his surprise. 'Wo.. "
"Not even another boy?" She was thinking about Greer's film, and what she'd heard about boys.
"Hell, no! Jeez, Fran, what kind of a guy do you think I am?"
Fran squirmed her tits against his chest while she kissed him again. "I think you're a very sweet guy, Mike. Fucking an ass is good, too. Will you try it with me? I guarantee you'll just love it."
"Okay. I'm so damn hard I'm starting to ache. Whatever you want, I'll do."
"Beautiful. Let me get on my knees for you."
Rolling off her, Mike squatted to watch her get into a crouch with her gleaming ass hiked high in the air and her cheek resting on her folded arms. When he moved around behind her, he could see the dark pussy hair curling in her crotch. The deep furrow between her buns had parted automatically, and her puckered anus was pointed right at him.
"Put spit on your prick first, dear," she said softly. "It makes it go in easier. And don't be afraid to poke it all the way in. You won't hurt me."
Mike stared at the small orifice with apprehension as he wet the knob of his muscle with spittle. It didn't seem possible that he could get his dick in such a tiny hole, but he was for damn sure going to try. He inched up between her calves and bent his joint down, then pressed the head against the opening.
"You want me to just shove it in?"
"Do it slow the first time, lover," she whispered. "Let me get used to it before you really start fucking me. Go ahead. Nice and easy."
Taking hold of her waist, Mike looked down as he pressed his hips forward, unsure of what to expect. The tight sphincter bulged inward, drawing the skin of her ass taut. As he kept shoving at the clenched hole, he became more certain that he could never penetrate. Then suddenly the muscle expanded like rubber, and the knob of his tool speared in.
"Aaagggghhh!" Fran moaned. "Oh, Christ! Hhhhuuuhhh!"
"Am I hurting you?" he asked anxiously.
"No! No, darling! It's divine! Give me all of it! All of your magnificent cock! Aaahhh, God! Oh, baby! Hhhuuuhhh!"
Every tendon and sinew in his body was tight as Mike watched his pecker disappear into the woman's rectum. Her colon was as hot and smooth as any cunt, and it compressed around his invading piston like a fist. He continued to plummet his prick into her intestine until her buns were flattened against him, yet the tip of his organ still hadn't encountered an obstacle in the endless tunnel.
"That's all, Fran! I'm all the way in!"
"I know, honey, and I love every fucking inch! Don't move for a minute, and let me show you what I can do to that lovely cock!"
Fran bowed her back even more to position his embedded tool exactly right. Then, utilizing both her rectal and vaginal muscles, she began milking his prick, squeezing and releasing first at one point, then another. Her internal organs were actually jacking him off.
She could feel his poker thumping against her vagina and .womb, and it was almost as good as a cunt fuck. She was praying that he could hold back his load until she was ready to climax, but if not she would make him screw her till she did cum.
"Ooohhh, Goooood!" Mike groaned. "Why didn't you tell me it would be this good? Jesus, this is super! I'm not doing a damn thing, and you're fucking me! Wow! I can't believe it!"
"Believe it, hon! Now start banging me! Stuff my ass full of hard cock! Make me cum, Mike! Jab my ass with everything you've got! Ooohhh! Aaahhh! Huh! Huh! Huh!"
Reaching back between her legs, Fran slipped her thumb into her still-sensitive cunt, then cupped his nuts in her fingers. As he began to drill her ass slowly, she rolled his testicles around. She could feel his rigid joint through the thin vaginal wall, and silently cursed Greer for her sore pussy. As marvelous as Mike's tool felt in her rectum, she would much rather have it stabbing her cunt.
"Fran, you're outta sight!" the boy whimpered. "Even better than my ... better than anyone else."
Leaning over her shapely back, he reached under her to put his hands on her tits. With the stiff nipples in his palms, he began kneading the spongy globes while he stroked his straining dick in and out of her steamy ass. It was as good as fucking a pussy or being sucked off, and he loved the feel of her fleshy buns against him. He would have to fuck his mom this way the first chance he got.
"It's soooo gooooood!" Fran whined. "So very gooooood! Mike, you're a wonderful fucker! Go deep! Really deep! Aaaggghhh! That's it! Your hard prick thrills me so! Ooohhh, damn! You know I can feel that in my cunt? I can! Gggaaahhh! Fuck me, lover! Pound that ass! Aaarrrggghhh!"
Fran had ceased her muscle flexings until his thick joint was well-coated with her natural rectal lubricant. Now that he was plunging into her colon steadily, she started again, using every fiber she had to titillate both herself and the boy. Her uterus was spasming on its own as the rigid member bumped against it, and cuntal honey was trickling down her thumb into her palm. She was getting close, very close, and it was all the more thrilling because she was more than twice his age.
Mike was so caught up in delirious rapture that his mind was a swirling fog. Fran's rectum was like a smoldering well, and the way she used it on his dick was terrific. She was bucking back against him now, matching his pistoning thrusts, and her fingers were tickling his scrotum. Her lush tits were like warm jelly in his hands. Brushing his lips across her bare shoulders, he began moaning, lost in the maelstrom of sexual pleasure.
"Oh, Mom! Mom! Fuuuuck! Uuunnnggghhh! Jesus! I'm gonna cum! Mommy! Ung! Ung! Ooohh, fuck! This is the greatest ever! Damn! My balls are on fire! I'm gonna shoot! Aaaggghhh!"
Fran heard him, but she was so intent on the thick, hard cock plowing into her that the words didn't sink in for a full minute. When they did, she was stunned briefly, then told herself he was calling her 'Mom' only because all boys had a hidden desire to screw their mothers. She was willing to go along with that. It didn't matter as long as she achieved the climax she needed so badly. And that orgasm was nearly upon her.
"Fuck me, Mike! Stab me! Fuck, lover! Ooohhh, fuuuuuuck! I'm almost there! Ram it in! Hard! Uuuhhh! Uuuhhh! That's my darling! Huh! Huh! Oh, God! I'm ... almost ... NOW! NOW, MIKE! FUUUUUUCK MEEEE! GGGAAAHHH! UH! UH! OH! MOTHERFUCKER, I'M CUMING SO HAAAAARD! AH! AH! AH! HHHUUUHHH! MIIIIKE! BABY!"
When she started writhing and humping like a mad hussy, he straightened up and grabbed her hips. Molten jizz was swelling the base of his prick. He lunged into her ass twice more, then left his cock completely impaled as the thick stream of semen exploded from his pecker, each jet wracking his body.
As the jizz enema poured into her, she sobbed with joy. All of her troubles were forgotten, and a feeling of enchantment washed through her, permeating the very core of her being. This fuck, this terribly thrilling fuck, had returned her to the world of the living from the hell of the damned, and she felt whole again.
Mike left his cock in her until it wilted, sucking air into his oxygen-starved lungs. Then he carefully slithered his dick from her rectum, reeled to the couch, and sank down to stare at his shit-streaked pecker.
It was difficult for Fran to rise as her limbs didn't seem to want to function. She looked at Mike affectionately, then headed for the hall bath where she sat on the stool and listened to the boy's fuck juice drip into the bowl.
There was no getting around it. She was frightened. What she had done with Mike, despicable as it was, had given her more delight than she had known for a long time. It wasn't only his cock she loved, though that was certainly part of it. She felt good with him because he was a boy, undemanding, and because she could fuck him freely without any pretense. He could be taught, molded, and he would put the guilelessness of youth into every sex act.
She wanted him, not just for now, but for a long time to come!
After wiping and flushing the toilet, she washed her cunt and ass, dried, then took a wet wash cloth and towel back to the living room. Mike hadn't stirred. She knelt at his feet and began cleaning off his shriveled prick with all the tenderness of a mother caring for her child.
"Was it fun for you, dear?" she asked lightly, trying not to show how much she cared about his answer.
"Uh huh. It was super. I never did that before. It kinda, like, blew my mind." He paused to wipe his sweaty palms on the cushion, then asked, "Fran, how come you didn't want it in the other place? Were you scared I'd get you knocked up?"
"No, honey. There are other reasons, but it doesn't concern you. Tell me the truth. Would you like to fuck my cunt?"
He delayed his answer until she finished drying him off and tried to think of what he would say. He wanted her, sure, but he couldn't see how he could screw her and his mother, too. They were both better than any girl he'd banged. Still, he was concerned about what they would say if they knew what he was doing. He could get into a helluva lot of trouble.
"Sure, I'd like that. Only, what would my mom say? She'd be sure to find out if we did it here. She'd catch us, or the kids'd know and tell her."
"You leave that to me. I think I'll have to have a little chat with your mother. Probably in the morning. I know we can work things out."
Mike felt he was getting into deep water, but there wasn't anything he could do about it. Adults were funny about some things, and he had learned long ago that the best policy was not to say a word and let them do their thing. "Okay, if you say so."
"I do." Fran stood up. "You'd better get some sleep, now. Turn off the TV and cover up. I'll see you tomorrow." She gave him a kiss on the lips, then carried the linens with her as she went down the hall to her room.
Sue was still sleeping soundly. Fran tossed the towel and cloth into the hamper, then turned off the bed lamp and climbed in next to her aunt. Snuggling close, she cautiously placed her hand on the red-head's pussy, then closed her eyes and contentedly drifted off to sleep.
* * *
Greg closed his sister's door and turned around with a grin splitting his face, "it's okay. She's gone to bed, and Mike's already knocked out."
Reaching out, Beth switched on the lamp. The covers were thrown back, and she was laying there naked, her ripe young body tense as she watched him approach her with his hard white prick bobbing in front of him. A tremor ran through her when he got up to kneel between her legs then bent over her to rest on his elbows with his pulpy cockhead brushing against her twat.
"We gotta be quiet, Greg. No shit! I don't want mom to come running in here. You've gotta keep your mouth shut, okay?"
"Don't worry. I don't wanna get caught any more than you do. Just let me stick it in and fuck you. C'mon, dammit! This was your idea, you know!"
Beth nodded as she slipped a hand between them to grab his rigid prick and work the bulbous knob into her slot. They had both been awakened by the noise in the living room, and stepped into the hall almost at the same time. Stealthily creeping, they had made their way to the front room doorway in time to see Mike drilling his prick into their mother's ass.
As the episode unfolded, and the couple began fucking with lustful passion, Beth became hotter than she had ever been before, mostly because she was watching her mother getting screwed. By the time they were through, Beth had a near maniac desire to be fucked, and her brother was handy with a hard-on. She was still hot, and her only fear was that of being discovered.
"There," she whispered. "It's right at my hole. Go ahead and push it in, but do it real easy.
Okay?"
"Yeah, Sis! Jeez! I'm all shaky! Put your legs around me, huh? Oh, wow! This is gonna be neat!"
Grimacing, Beth locked her ankles behind his back and gripped his sides. She closed her eyes and held her breath, then felt the stiff pole punching through the entrance to her vagina. Her cunt stretched easily, then the flanged tip was gliding into her milky sheath, rubbing the sensitive walls, her bliss was so great she curled her toes and dug her nails into his flesh.
"Greeeeg! Ooohhh, God! I didn't know it would be so super! It's making my tittties tingle! No kidding! Hhhuuuhhh! It doesn't hurt a bit! Go on! Shove it all the way in! Jesus! Uuuhhh!"
His ears were ringing and his heart was hammering as Greg drove his pecker into the tight-fitting tunnel. He could feel the fleshy lips of her pussy glide over his tool as Beth's flaming cunt swallowed his prick. Grunting like an animal in heat, he plunged his dick all the way into her belly, then groaned when the knob hit her cervix and his balls slapped against her ass hole.
"Uuunnnggghhh! Oh, fuck, Beth! This is the greatest ever! Uuuhhh! Uuuhhh! Doesn't it feel super! God! You're so damn hot in there! Ooohhh! Jeeeeeez!"
"Don't talk!" she whimpered. "Don't say anything! Just fuck me real good! Do it, Greg! Pump it in and out! I wanna cum so bad I'm goin' ape! Fuck me! Fuck! Ooohhh, fuck!"
Greg slid his hands under her shoulders, nuzzled his face into the side of her neck, then began hunching his ass, drawing his dick out to the end and slamming it back in again. Her cunt made slurping sounds on his shaft, and his nuts were thwacking against her upturned buns. He could already feel the sizzling juices rumbling in his groin.
"Fuck!" he panted. "Fuck! Beth! Oh, God, this is far out! Uuunnnggghhh! Ungh! Ungh! Ungh! Sis, I can feel my jizz coming! Help me! Oh, Beth, fuck! Aaaggghhh!"
The girl scarcely heard him. She was lurching off the bed at his stabbing joint and raking his back with her fingernails. Her pussy was like a bonfire, and each time the end of his prick hit her womb, a flashing jolt shot through her. She hadn't expected anything like this, and was giddy with sheer rapture.
"It's ... so ... good ... I ... can't ... stand ... it! Oh, Christ! Give it to me! More! Harder! Fuck me! I can feel your prick clear up in my chest! Faster! For God's sake, fuck me faster! Hhhuuuhhh! Ooohhh! Ooohhh!"
Greg was lunging at her frothy twat viciously, banging their pelvises together so hard it hurt. Her cuntal syrup was dripping from his balls, and her pussy seemed to get more fiery with each stab.
"I'm gonna cum!"
"Do ... it!"
"I'm ready!"
"Fuck me! Shoot off in me! Go on! I'm ready, too!"
Beth sank her teeth into his shoulder to keep from screaming as climax siezed her organs. A dazzling display of lights flashed behind her eyelids and her body spasmed uncontrollably. Millions of needles pricked her skin, and she nearly swooned. Yanking his head up by the hair, she put her lips on his and kissed him until the glorious thrill began to subside.
"Oooohhh, Greg! We gotta do it again! I loved it! Fucking is the greatest thing that ever happened, isn't it?"
Greg only nodded and slumped against her.
CHAPTER NINE
Fran's flushing of the commode aroused Sue from a slumber in which she was dreaming about young Beth laying between her legs and fucking her deliciously with her girlish pussy. She stretched and yawned, then swung her feet over the side of the bed while she reached for the cigarettes on the night stand. A few moments later her niece came out of the bathroom looking haggard and worn.
"Morning," Sue said. "How did it go last night?"
"Lousy." A shiver ran through the brunette's naked body as she helped herself to a butt and lit the tip. "You wouldn't believe what a freaked out bastard that Greer is."
"Sit down and tell me about it. God, hon, you look awful."
"Don't tell me. I just looked in the mirror." Dropping down next to her aunt, Fran leaned forward with elbows on knees, shook her head sadly, then began relating what had transpired at Greer's apartment, lucidly describing every gory detail. When she was finished, a heavy silence hung in the room.
"Jesus!" Sue murmured. "The man must be crazy!"
Nodding, Fran straightened up and looked at the red-head with eyes full of shame. "Yeah, but I'm just as bad. Sue, I've got to tell you something, but I don't know how to go about it."
"Just say it, dear," Sue said compassionately. "We don't have anything to hide from each other. Right now, it looks like we both need all the help we can get."
"I suppose you're right. I ... have a confession to make. I was in bad shape when I got back from Greer's. I saw Mike on the couch and, well, I sort of had sex with him. Honest, Sue, it was just something I couldn't help."
The admission was like a physical blow, and Sue's hand shook as she silently put her cigarette out. She had been concerned about her son, but not from that quarter. Fran had given no indication that she had any interest in boys. It was her daughter that had worried her. Now a mature woman was saying she lusted for Mike, and she had no idea how to accept it.
"I see. What do you mean, you 'sort of had sex with him?"
"Please don't be angry with me, Sue," Fran begged. "Try to understand that I didn't mean for it to happen. I sucked him for a while, then had him fuck me in the ass. It's horrible, I know, but I've had so many problems lately I'm not thinking right."
Sue swallowed and took a deep breath. What was there to do? Whether she told her or not, Fran was bound to learn of her activities with the younger children sooner or later, and that would make any show of irritation on her part now nothing short of ridiculous. Things had come to a head sooner than she expected, and they had to be resolved now.
"I assume Mike didn't need much persuasion."
"No. Not really. After all, he is a boy. But that's not the whole thing, Sue. I hate to say this, because I know what you'll think of me, but I don't want it to stop there. I want Mike to go on fucking me, and do all the other things, too."
Heaving a quavering sigh, Sue got up and began pacing the room, her full, fleshy tits swaying in front of her as she twined her fingers together. The die had been cast when she ran away from her home, and she simply had to accept all of the new problems that her escape entailed or be crushed under the weight of them.
"I can understand that, Fran. You see, I've fucked him, too. Don't look so shocked. I'm not through. I've also licked Beth's cunt and let Greg fuck me in the mouth. like you, I couldn't resist them. I've had it as much with men as you have."
Fran swore when the stub of her butt burned her fingers, and she put it out hastily. Then she said calmly, "All right. We're both in the same boat. What do we do now?"
Walking back, Sue stopped in front of her niece. "There isn't much choice for us, is there? We're two women who have three kids we like to have sex with. I'm sure the children don't want to quit any more than we do. Fate has put us all together, and the way I see it, we might as well take advantage of it."
"It won't be that easy," Fran said gloomily. "I've never done anything with my own children, and I don't know if I could."
"You can. I'm speaking from experience. And I'll tell you something else. I could make love to you too, with no problem at all."
A look of pleased relief came over Fran's face. She started to smile, then put her hands on the red-head's buttocks and pulled her close to nuzzle her face into Sue's coppery cunt curls. "Oh, Sue! I was hoping you'd say that! How perfect! You don't know how happy you've made me!"
Sue let the brunette kiss her pussy for a few seconds, then backed away, feeling arousal constrict her uterus. "We've got plenty of time for that. I think it would be best if we both had a session with Mike. Can you get rid of the other kids for a little while?"
"Sure. Let's go have some coffee, and I'll send them on their way." Going to the closet, Fran took out two robes and tossed one to her aunt. After slipping them on, they kissed before stepping into the hall and heading for the kitchen.
The three youngsters were already there, dressed and eating cereal. The boys had the same clothes on, but Beth had changed into a skimpy halter and brief shorts that barely covered the crack of her ass and her pubic hair. They all looked up at the women expectantly when they entered.
"The coffee's ready, Mom," Beth said, hoping her mother wouldn't notice the new blush in her cheeks.
"Thank you, dear." Fran filled two mugs and brought them to the table and sat down next to Sue. "Beth, you and Greg will have to go pick up your things this morning. When you get back, we'll have to decide where everybody's going to sleep. I'll clear out a dresser for you, Fran."
Mike's eyes were flicking guiltily back and forth between the women, wondering whether Fran had told his mother what had happened during the night. He didn't think so, because they were behaving normally and not paying him too much attention, for which he was grateful.
"I'm ready if you are," Greg said to his sister, his mind whirling as he tried to think of some way he could fuck her again while they were out.
"Take your bikes," Fran said, "and watch out for the traffic. We'll worry about cleaning the house later."
The younger kids put their dishes in the sink, waved and left, leaving Mike alone with the two mothers. He shifted in his chair nervously, wishing there was some excuse for him to depart. Now that he had fucked both women, he was uncomfortable in their combined presence.
"What are you thinking about, Mike?" Sue asked casually. "Oh, nothin'. "
"How would you like to go to the bedroom with us and have some fun? Fran and I would both be interested in a little sex."
The boy started to choke, and coughed wrackingly. Fran had told, and it didn't bother his mom at all! She wasn't kidding! They wanted him to take both of them on! It was worse than weird, it was scary! When his hacking had quieted, he looked at them both incredulously. "Right now?"
"Of course, right now," Fran said, rising. "C'mon, you two. Let's go swing."
Sue stood up and patted her son's shoulder to soothe his fears. "It's all right, Mike. If we're going to live together, we might as well let it all hang out. Don't be frightened. We'll teach you things you've never heard of."
Mike was still dubious, but let his mother lead him toward Fran's bedroom, his prick becoming stiff as they approached the door. They went inside, and after Fran closed the door, the women immediately shrugged out of their robes. Mike gawked at their nude bodies, comparing Fran's lithe, full-breasted figure to his mother's more lush contours.
With their ample tits pointed at him and the morning sun making the hair on their cunts glisten, he began peeling off his clothes, curious as to what they had in mind. He hoped they wouldn't make him decide which one he wanted to fuck first.
When he had stripped to the skin, and his long, curved scimitar of a cock was throbbing at full erection, he looked at them questioningly.
"Isn't his prick beautiful?" Sue asked proudly. "And those balls! He was made to be a stud, don't you think, Fran?"
The brunette nodded and smiled seductively as she rubbed the puffy mound of her pussy. "I'll say! I'm dying to get that big poker in my twat! How do you want to do this?"
Sue had released all of her inhibitions now, and was willing to let herself go in unadulterated sexual pleasure. That Mike was her son no longer made any difference, nor did she feel any envy or animosity toward her niece. They were three human beings who wanted sexual release, and it seemed perfectly natural.
"Since he hasn't fucked your cunt yet, why don't you two do that? I'll sit on his face, and he can eat me at the same time. Is that all right with you, Mike?"
His head jerked agreement, but he didn't utter a word. It was all like a fantastic dream, and he was afraid he would wake up. Moving like an automaton, he stepped to the big bed and got up to lay down on his back with his pecker angled toward the ceiling. As he passed them, he got a whiff of their aromatic twats, and that set his dick to thrumming.
"I'll mount him first," Fran squealed gleefully. "God, I've never fucked with another woman before! This is going to be just great!"
Mike's eyes were large and round as he watched the brunette come up to straddle him. Her pointed tits flopped obscenely as she got into place, and as she reached between her thighs for his peter, several drops of heated syrup dripped from her pussy onto his scrotum. Then she was dipping the bloated head of his tool into the moist, yawning trough of her cunny and tickling her clit.
"Jesus, Mike, you're like a fucking rock! Hhhuuuhhh! This is going to feel just as good as my ass! Damn! It's such a precious prick! You'll love my cunt! I just know you will! Aaaggghhh!"
Sue had scrambled up on the bed and was kneeling behind her son's head while she watched the brunette manipulate the white pole in her fur-rimmed canyon. Fran was right. Seeing another woman fuck, especially her son's cock, was going to be thrilling. Her only worry was that Fran would prove to be too good, and then Mike wouldn't want her cunt any more.
Fran's pouting cunt lips and dilated hole were making wet smacking sounds as she plowed the silken cockhead through her hot slash from her clit to her bung hole. Mike could feel her slick labia and springy hair brushing his dick. Emitting a guttural moan, he put out his hands to cover her alabaster tits and began squeezing them, the soft flesh puffing out between his fingers.
"Ooohhh, Christ, Fran! You're teasing! Don't! Put it in! Oh, Jesus, stick it in your cunt! You're drivin' me ape!"
"I'm sorry, darling," Fran crooned. "I didn't mean to tease. There. It's in. Now I'. . give you all of my cunt."
Three pairs of eyes were riveted to the boy's shiny prick as Fran lowered her hips steadily and gulped the organ into her juicy sheath. The hairy mouth kept descending, drooling nectar onto his pelvis until his rod was completely impaled and their pubic fur was matted together.
Mike had clenched his teeth together so hard his jaws hurt as the flaming tube enveloped his prong. Fran was as tight as his mother, but felt slightly different inside. The tip of his joint was jammed against her womb, and he could see movement of her abdomen caused by the surging of his pecker.
"Fran! Oh, my God! Use your muscles like you did last night! Uuunnnggghhh! Fuck! Mom, look! I'm all the way in her! See? Aaaggghhh! Fuck me, Fran! God, your pussy is super! Gooooood!"
"Wait a minute!" Sue said breathlessly. "Remember me? Let's do this together! Put your arms down, Mike! Get ready to eat my pussy!"
Watching her son's prick drill into Fran's fleecy twat had inflamed Sue to a fevered pitch. Her cunt was bubbling inside, and the outer lips were vibrating. Now came the culmination of her lust for the boy. He was going to put his mouth on her twat and bring her off with his tongue, the ultimate in giving sexual pleasure. When he dropped his hands, she inched forward until her swampy pussy was poised over his mouth. Then, gripping her knees, she let herself down slowly.
The boy was staring upward eagerly, hungrily devouring the sight his mother was presenting to him. He could see all of her cavernous abyss, from her coccyx to her flame red female penis. Her brownish anus was puckered tightly, but the opening to her vagina was a gaping, dripping maw. As the cream-filled valley drew closer, he extended his tongue and began lapping up the drops of milk that clung to the walls of her slash.
"Ooohhh, Mike!" Sue wailed, smearing her soppy cunt against his face. "Baby! Hhhuuuhhh! Eat me, dearest! Eat mommy and make her cum! Uuuhhh! Uuuhhh! Lick me, honey! Damn, your tongue is sooooo nice! Hhhuuuhhh! Ooohhh! Aaahhh!"
Fran had clamped her sheath around Mike's impaled prick and felt it pulse and hum inside her as it soaked. Now she could see his chin bobbling amidst Sue's auburn curls and hear his tongue slosh around in her box. With the red-head set, and Mike's mouth gobbling at her snatch, Fran put her hands on her aunt's shoulders for balance and began gliding her frothy cunt up and down the boy's thrilling pole, swiveling her hips in the process.
"Suuueee!" Fran gasped. "Isn't this heavenly? God! We're both getting what we want! Uuuhhh! Oh! Oh! His prick is divine! What a fabulous way to fuck! Uuuhhh! Gggaaahhh! Ah! Ah! Ah!"
Both women were watching each other intently. Their titties were flopping and slapping together, while their fluffy cunts ground away at the boy beneath them. Sue was fascinated by the way her niece was corkscrewing her pussy on Mike's cream-soaked pecker, and Fran was mermerized by the sight and sound of the boy eating his mother's crotch.
Their eyes met, and by silent assent they each bent forward to kiss while their hands groped for the other's tits. With their tongues locked, they fondled and caressed each other while Mike fucked and ate their tingling cunts. The passionate embrace lasted for several minutes, until they both felt their orgasms climbing to a crescendo and they broke apart.
"Fran!" Sue whimpered. "Are you getting close, darling? Is he fucking you good? Oh, please, hon, fuck him! Fuck his lovely prick! I want him to cum in you, Fran! Do it, Mike! Give her all of your cock! Ooohhh, baby! Gggaaahhh! Huh! Huh! Huh!"
"He's getting me there!" Fran cried out. Her nails dug into the red-head's shoulders as she thwacked her naked ass against Mike's thighs and pounded his pelvis with her own. "He's wonderful to fuck! Oh, my Lord! That hard cock is magnificent! My cunt is going crazy! Fuck me, Mike! Stab that juicy pussy! Uuuhhh! Oh, shit! How marvelous! Aaarrrggghhh! Ah! Ah! Ah!"
Mike was nearly being smothered by his mother's cunt and ass. His nose was flattened against her rectum, he was twirling his tongue around in her vagina, and her pussy was splayed out over his face. Completely enthralled by the attention he was getting from two grown women, he was thirstily drinking the mucous that drained from his mom's writhing pussy while he lunged off the mattress at Fran's blazing snatch. Jizz was racing toward his plummeting tool, and he was lost in the oblivion of raw sex.
Sue could contain herself no longer. She had never been that excited before. Her pussy was burping against Mike's mouth as powerful contractions grabbed at her sex organs. Tears were filming her eyes while she stared at the boy's pistoning prick and felt orgasm suddenly blossom in her groin. Her body became one single nerve end that tingled as sizzling jolts rippled through her.
Fran threw her head back and her features distorted into an ugly mask as her torso and limbs became rigid. She ceased her merciless bucking and grabbed both of her tits as Mike's leaping prick hosed her cervix steaming jets of male fuck fluid and set off her climax.
"SUE! OH, HOLY MOTHER! I'M GOING OOOOOOFFFFFF! KEEEEEERIST! UH! UH! UH! HE'S SQUIRTING ME FUUUUUULL! IT'S TOO MUUUCH! I CAN'T TAAAAAKE TI! WWW AAAHHH! HHHUUUHHH! OOOHHH! OOOHHH!"
Mike jerked spastically as he released his load, feeling the deluge from his testicles drizzle out of
Fran's spasming cunt to trickle down over his balls. As he drank the copious flow from his mother's pussy, he felt warm tears splashing on his chest. Then both women were moving off him at once, leaving him wet and quivering.
"Wheeeeeew!" Fran exclaimed, dropping over on her side. "That was one for the books! I thought for a minute there my ovaries were going to come out!"
"I admit it was certainly different," Sue remarked, moving to the side of the bed. "Mike? Are you all right?"
A wan smile crept over his damp face and he nodded. "Sure, I'm fine. A little beat, though. Gosh, I shot off so hard it made me dizzy!"
"I can imagine. Why don't you go wash up, now?"
"Okay." The boy got to the floor and made his way somewhat unsteadily to the bathroom.
"I'll go next," Fran said. "God, I've got a cunt full of cum!"
"Please, don't," Sue said shyly. "Get on your knees and let me have it. I like the taste of his jizz. You wouldn't mind, would you?"
"Don't be silly. Of course I wouldn't mind. I'd love it."
Fran rose up, then waited while Sue got on her back. When the red-head was ready, she crawled over her, keeping her pussy closed tightly. Sue was already moaning with expectancy when she carefully lowered her full twat to her aunt's waiting mouth and let her vagina drain.
The first few globs slipped into her mouth like raw oysters, a mixture of Mike's viscous semen and Fran's muskily scented cunt fluid. Sue rolled the delicious combination over her tongue and palate before letting it slide down her throat. The remaining drops had the consistency of thick cream. After laving the inside of Fran's sheath with her tongue, Sue sucked the brunette's clit for a few seconds, then sighed.
"I'd like to do that myself sometime," Fran said as she moved off her aunt. "It must have a superb flavor."
Sue sat up and wiped a hand across her mouth. "It does, hon. Really. I'll remind you the next time my cunt is full."
Mike returned and stopped near where he had piled his clothes. "Want me to get dressed, now?"
"No, dear," Sue said. She pointed to the portable TV in the corner of the room. "Why don't you watch that for a while. Fran and I will want to talk to the kids privately. We'll let you know when you can come out and join us."
The women took turns in the bathroom, pissing and washing up, then they donned their robes and went back to the kitchen. Fran poured them coffee royales, and they carried their mugs to the table. When cigarettes were lit, the brunette began twirling her cup slowly.
"I'm really nervous, Sue. Having sex with my own kids scares me. A week ago, I would have said it was preposterous."
"A lot of things were different a week ago.
Neither of us are the same. If it'll make you feel better, I'll tell you what I know about your children." Without waiting for a response, Sue began stating what had happened since she arrived, throwing in what happened with Ron. Fran didn't appear disturbed by what she heard, and listened carefully.
"Well, that puts a different light on it, doesn't it? They both sound like they're ready. I wonder if they've . . ? "
Her musing was interrupted by the phone, and she hurried to answer it. After the greeting she was silent, then a grin began spreading across her face. When she finally hung up, her attitude was effervescent.
"Sonofabitch! I'm off the hook, Sue! Isn't that great?"
Sue looked at her wonderingly. "I suppose. What was it?"
"That was Greer. He just got a money order in the mail from Jack for all he owed. That must have been why he took the club's money. I don't owe Greer a thing!"
"Why, that's wonderful, honey. Another problem is off your mind. It won't be long before we'll have all of them solved."
As Fran was coming back to the table they heard the front door open and turned to face the doorway. A few seconds later Beth and Greg appeared, each with a small suitcase in their hands. The smile faded quickly from Fran's face, and she paled. "You certainly made a fast trip, kids."
Seeing that her niece was tense, Sue spoke up. "Why don't you two put your things away in your rooms and come back. Your mother and I want a word with you."
After the youngsters nodded mutely and departed, Sue put a comforting hand on the brunette's arm. "Take it easy, hon. I'm right here to help you. It won't be nearly as difficult as you think. Just stay calm."
Fran seated herself again and gulped the brandy-laced coffee in front of her. "I'll do my best, but you'll have to take the lead."
When the children returned, they were both clearly fearful. Their dread was that they had been found out, and they were frightened of their mother's wrath. Side by side they approached the table cautiously, their eyes averted.
Sue leaned forward and smiled disarmingly. "Kids, I've got some news that I think you're going to like. Mike and I are going to move in here with you, and from this moment on we're going to talk about sex and engage in sex with each other openly and freely. How does that sound?"
Their heads snapped up as though they had been slapped, and they looked at their mother awe-struck. While Greg's face reddened, Beth began formulating words hesitantly.
"You ... you know about us? You KNOW what we did?"
Fran bobbed her head. "Yes, most of it. But that's not what we're talking about now. What Sue said is right. We're going to have sex right here in the house, so nobody has to go sneaking around for it. It's a beautiful experience, and it shouldn't be hidden."
"We might as well start right now," Sue said, standing to unbutton her robe. "Let's all take our clothes off."
Beth and her brother remained frozen as the women shed their robes and stood before them naked, the incomprehension on their faces showing what they felt. Fran hid her embarrassment well, letting them feast their eyes on her bare body, then she moved around the table and kissed each of them on the cheek.
"All right. It's your turn. Then Sue and I will show you how much exciting fun we can have together."
Sue watched her niece's face as the kids disrobed, noticing her flush and her eyes cloud over with hungry lust, especially when she saw her son's hard white cock capped with swollen bluish head. Beth was totally immodest, tearing her shorts and halter off, then standing before them proudly in all her youthful glory.
"Let's go in the living room," Sue suggested, breaking the sensuous trance the others were in. "It'll be more comfortable."
Greg lagged behind, his prick dancing in front of him as he watched the three naked beauties parade by. Then he followed them, fondling his hard-on while he tried to see all their tits and cunts at the same time. They walked to the center of the room and stopped, then Fran turned to her aunt and held out her hands in a gesture of helplessness.
"What do we do now? Remember, I'm new to this."
"I think you should start off by having sex with both of them, dear. That way there won't be any doubts in their minds that you accept what they'll be doing later on. Does that sound reasonable?"
"Yes, I can see that."
"Good. Beth, lay down here on your back. I know you like to have your pussy licked, and your Mom can do that while Greg fucks her from behind."
Eagerness glowed on the girl's face as she sank down and spread her legs. The pink slash of her cunt was already shining wetly, and her tiny clit was just beginning to poke out of its shroud. She brushed the hair away from her furrow and rubbed the pouting lips of her twat as she looked up at her mother with pure adoration.
"Go on," Sue urged Fran quietly. "You know what she wants. I'll help Greg get in you."
CHAPTER TEN
An astounding change had come over Fran. Her pupils were dilated, her nostrils flared, and she was breathing quickly through her open mouth as she gaped at her daughter's alluring pussy. She had every appearance of being possessed by a consummate lust for the girl's young body. She was trembling as she dropped to her knees and crouched down to run her lips over Beth's crotch, and faint mewing sounds were coming from her throat.
"Ooohhh, Mom!" Beth whimpered. "Jeez, it's neat to have you kiss my cunny! I wanna eat you, too! Hhhuuuhhh! God! My own mother. Wow! Ooohhh!"
Sue guided Greg to his mom's behind and helped him down. He was shaking so hard as he stared at Fran's ballooned ass that she knew he could never get his cock into her without assistance. She knelt behind him and reached around for his thumping pecker, grasping it by the root. Crooning to him softly, she bent his dick down and inserted the tip in the heated crack between Fran's buns, then pressed it down farther toward her cuntal opening.
They could hear the wet lapping of Fran's tongue in the girl's snatch as Sue eased his pecker into the woman's swampy crotch and wet it with her flowing juices. Then Sue fed the bulbous knob of the boy's cock into the drooling hole. Before she could withdraw her hand, Fran backed up suddenly on the hard prick until her hairy cunt lips smacked against her fingers.
"Uuunnnggghhh!" Greg wailed, grabbing for his mother's waist with both hands. "Oh, Jesus! I'm gonna ... do it! Aaarrrggghhh!"
Sue felt the lad's organ swell in her fingers; then he was jerking back against her as he squirted a spewing geyser into his mom's twat. Having heard that boys quite often had premature ejaculations, she hugged him against her while she jacked off the base of his tool, delighted that she could feel the flood of his cum as it poured through his dick.
"Let it go, baby! Shoot it all out! That's all right! Cum nice and hard! Oh, Greg! You're such a sweet little fucker! Do it, honey! Fill your mommy up with jizz! That's it!"
The fountain of jizz gushing into her twat sent a blazing wave of rapture through Fran, and she climaxed immediately. In her elation, she jammed her tongue deep into Beth's spasming cunt and twirled it around while her nose tickled the girl's erect clit.
"MOOOOOOMMMYYY!" Beth shrieked, sticking her legs straight up in the air and clawing at her tingling tits. "OH, GOD, EAT ME! EAT MY CUNNY! I WANNA CUM SO BAD IT HURTS! STICK YOUR TONGUE WAY IN! GGGAAAHHH! AAAGGGHHH! OH! OH! OH!"
Releasing Greg's spent cock, Sue moved her hand around and thrust it between his thighs to cradle his balls. Then, butting him with her pussy, she made him drill his prick all the way into Fran's cum-lathered sheath.
"Fuck her cunt!" she hissed. "Fuck your mother's hot cunt! Go on, honey! You can cum again! I know it! Get your prick all the way in that hot pussy and fuck her as hard as you can!"
Greg's head was still swimming, but he heard and obeyed. He braced his knees again, then started pumping with Sue's insistence, ramming his slender poker to the hilt in his mom's soppy snatch. She was rotating on it now, writhing her hips in a circle and bucking back to him while she milked his pole with her constricting vagina.
"Oh, fuck! Fuck! Mom! I'm doing it! I'm fucking you! Oh, damn! I wanna fuck you, Mom! I wanna cum again! Uuunnnggghhh! Ungh! Ungh! Ungh!"
Beth had draped her legs over her mother's back and was tearing at the carpet with her fingers as she lurched her ass off the floor to grind her pussy on the spearing tongue. She had already had one climax, and was building to another one. Her mom's hot breath was blowing up her vagina, and her rapidly contracting sheath was belching it out again.
"EAT ME, MOM! FUCK ME WITH YOUR TONGUE! WWW AAAHHH! OOOHHH, THIS IS UNREAL! GGG AAAHHH! HHHUUUHHH! SHOVE YOUR TONGUE DEEP IN MY CUNNY! IT'S SO FUCKING GOOOOOOD! WOOOOOW! UUUHHH! OH, MOMMY! MORE! MORE!"
The frantic cries and shouts, coupled with curiosity, had drawn Mike from his room, and when he saw what was happening, his cock jumped to an erection. While he could clearly see what was going on, what attracted him most was his mother's gleaming ass cheeks and the dark canyon that separated them. Though her pussy had been outstanding to screw, he was anxious to try out his newfound knowledge of ass-fucking on her.
Crossing the room, Mike sank to the rug behind Sue's ripe buttocks and maneuvered his cockhead into the steamy crevice of her ass.
"Mike!" Sue yelped. "Darling, you came at just the right time! Stick it in me! I need your cock! Hurry!"
Afraid that she wouldn't let him spear her bung, Mike didn't say a word as he took hold of his dick and oiled the end with the nectar that filled her cuntal chasm. She was still wriggling around, trying to force his knob into her pussy when he suddenly pressed the end against her anus and lunged forward, driving his prick viciously through her sphincter and into her rubbery colon.
"AAARRRGGGHHH! MY ASS, MIKE! NOT
THERE! NOT NOW! OOOHHH, CHRIST! I WASN'T READY! GGG AAAHHH! PLEASE, MIKE, NO!"
His mother had stiffened when he penetrated her rectum, but as he reached for her tits and began pistoning his joint in and out of the tight tube, she relaxed and clutched at his hands that were kneading her tender globes.
"Oh, Mom," he moaned, "your ass is super neat! Fuck, Mom! Ooohhh, fuck! Goddamn, it feels so fucking great on my prick!"
Sue's eyes were tearing up with joy as she reached back to cup his scrotum and roll his nuts in her hand. She was holding two sacs of balls now while a magnificent cock was stabbing into her bung. Stifling a sob of pure delight, she concentrated on flexing her vaginal and rectal muscles on her son's glorious organ, striving to suck the jizz from his testicles.
Greg wasn't paying any attention to what was going on behind him. He was fucking his mother's cunt, and that was all he cared about. The foamy tunnel was clamping on his dick excitingly, and she was undulating on it as he speared it repeatedly. A second load of sperm was circulating through the tubes in his groin and all he could think about was getting off again in his mom's twat.
"MOOOOM! OOOHHH, JEEEEEEZ! YOU'RE ALMOST JACKING ME OFF WITH YOUR PUSSY! UNG! UNG! MOOOOOOMMY! FUCK! FUCK!"
Fran was too entranced by Beth's succulent cunt to listen to her son. The slick, frothy gash nearly covered her face, and she was thirstily drinking the delicious syrup that was draining into her mouth. Greg's loins were whapping against her buns as his plunging, boyish prick edged her to the brink of another orgasm.
Through blurry eyes, Beth could see her brother's strained face as he gave their mother the cock she had had the night before. She was churning her hips, trying desperately to get more of that fabulous tongue into her cunny, doubly thrilled because it was her mother who was orally fucking her sensitive twat.
"MOM, I'M GONNA CUM AGAIN!" Beth yowled, her body arching off the carpet. "MOM! OOOHHH, GOD! JUST ONCE MORE! HUH! HUH! HUH! I'M ... FUCKIN' ... CUUUUUUMING! NOW! GGGAAAHHH! NOW! MOOOOOM!"
She was so close to cuming she had started to shake when Sue felt Mike go rigid, and then his cock started spitting seething jizz into her rectum. As his jerking dick bumped her womb, the roaring, singing bliss of climax seized her, making her grunt and gasp for air.
Sue threw herself forward and mashed her tits against Greg's back just as the younger boy loosed his wad into Fran's pussy and quaking tremors made him shudder. The smell of cum and cuntal fluid filled the air around them as they thrashed, heaved and surged against one another, their cries of elation caroming off the walls.
It took several minutes before they could untangle, their eyes reflecting a pleasant weariness. Maintaining a tacit silence, they took turns going to the bathrooms, each fully aware of the significance of what had occurred. Fran made two highballs and Beth opened pop for the kids. They were all in the living room again before Sue finally broke the quiet.
"Well, it happened. Is anyone sorry?"
The others shook their heads, then Fran said, "I think it would be best to talk about it now. Let's keep the air clear so there won't be any misunderstandings. For my part, I enjoyed every bit of it, and I see no reason why we shouldn't continue."
"I liked it too," Beth said, "but something's wrong. There's only two guys and three girls. That won't work."
"It will till we get adjusted to each other," Sue said. She had noticed Mike and the girl eyeing each other, and knew what was going through their minds. "We girls can take turns. And, besides, we can always fuck or eat each other."
"Honest to God, Mom," Mike said, "I gotta quit for a while. My balls are starting to ache."
"I can appreciate that, but there's nothing wrong with your tongue, is there? How would you like to eat Beth's sweet little pussy? She can lick me off at the same time."
"I'd like that," the girl said coyly. "A whole lot."
Putting her glass on the table next to her, Sue slid forward in the chair until her furry box was hanging over the edge of the cushion. She spread her legs, then parted the canyon of her pink twat. "All right, honey, there it is. Mike can lay down under you."
With the smooth moves of a cat, Beth crossed over to kneel between the red-head's legs. She splayed her legs wide for Mike, then stared greedily at Sue's salmon-colored slit, especially eyeing the yawning cunt hole. Her attention was diverted when Mike scooted up beneath her crotch and winked.
Beth carefully lowered her cunny, watching it drop through her cleavage, then gently settled the moist crevice against the boy's mouth. In a flash his tongue was out, wiping the full length of her slash and teasing her clit and hole. She gasped with ecstasy then tilted her head up, inhaled the pungent scent of Sue's crotch, then burrowed her pretty face into the dewy valley. As she snaked her tongue into the velvet crevice she felt Mike drilling into her twat from below and purred with happiness.
"Ooohhh, baby!" Sue simpered, placing her hands on Beth's head and pushing her pussy forward. "Hhhuuuhhh! Ooohhh! You're a doll! A living doll! Uuuhhh! Aaahhh!"
Fran watched the trio for a minute, licked her lips at the sight of Mike's prick swelling to another hard-on, then turned to her son. Greg was on the couch, his hand curled around his tumid dick as he observed his sister eat and being eaten. Fran went over to him, tenderly moved his fist away, and took his prick in her hand to squeeze it.
"Does seeing them do that excite you, sweetheart?"
"Uh huh. It's neat."
She was stroking him gently, her fingers feather-light on his distended organ. "Do you know something, Greg? When you were just a very little boy, I used to put my mouth on your cock and suck it while I jacked off. It was very nice."
His head swung around. "You mean it? No kiddin'? "
"No kidding. Only you were too small then to be able to cum. Would you like me to suck you now? I'd like to taste the juice from your balls."
Greg gulped and nodded. "I don't think I can shoot off again, but I'd sure like it if you sucked me for a while."
"I thought so. Let me get down on the floor."
Sliding off the couch, she pushed his knees apart and got between them. Still caressing his joint, she lifted his scrotum with her free hand and popped the sac in her mouth. Then, rolling his nuts around with her tongue, she dipped a finger into the crack of his ass and began rimming his puckered anus.
"Oh, damn, Mom! I thought you were just goin' to suck me! Uuunnnggghhh! Be careful with my balls! They're pretty sore! Oh, jeeeeeez! That's really neat! Uuuhhh! Uuuhhh!"
Fran spent another minute with his sac, then moved her mouth up to kiss and lick the bloated bulb of his prick, titillating the sensitive glans and the tiny slit in the tip. When he started to quiver, she parted her lips and sucked the shroud in, swishing her tongue across the silken knob.
"Mom! Oh, wow! That almost feels like your cunt did! Jeez! You're getting me hot! I like to be sucked! No shit! Uuuhhh!"
Moaning with elation, Fran began moving her lips farther and farther down his feverish shaft, feeling it pulse as she sucked on it voraciously. Even as she savored the taste of his adorable cock, she knew she would be blowing him off for years to come.
Across the room, Beth was having trouble keeping still as Mike kept poking his tongue deep into her cuntal mouth and twirling it around. Being eaten so wonderfully, and gobbling at Sue's twat made her wonder if she wasn't one of "those" girls. She had loved it when Greg screwed her, and wanted Mike to bang her, but licking cunt and being licked was heavenly.
Sue couldn't help writhing in the chair as the young nymph nuzzled into her snatch. She was flowing heavily, and the initial spasms of orgasm were already zinging through her groin. Having such a gorgeous young girl between her legs was thrilling, and her very being was responding totally.
"OH, BETH, DARLING! GOD! I LOVE TO HAVE YOU LICK ME SO NICELY!
HHHUUUHHH! EAT ME! I'M GETTING AWFULLY CLOSE, HONEY! GGGAAAHHH! WHAT A MARVELOUS TONGUE! OOOHHH! OOOHHH!"
His prick was aching and straining so hard Mike had to grip it to ease the pressure. By tilting his head back, he could see Beth's gelatinous titties bobble and watch her snuggled her face into the curl-fringed cleft of his mother's cunt. He had never been so hot, and if it weren't for all the ready twats available, he would have jacked off. The girl's vaginal juices were trickling over his cheeks and running into his ears as he swabbed her membranous tunnel with his tongue.
Fran had succumbed to her latent yearning for Greg's prick and was sucking it with gusto. The boy's organ was all the way in her mouth with the tip pushing down her throat. Her lips were clamped around the thick root of his dick, and his pelvic hair was tickling her nose. He had his hands on the back of her head and was surging up to her face, stuffing his pecker into her oral cavity as though it was her pussy.
"MOOOOOOM! YOU'RE GONNA MAKE ME CUM! OH, FUCK! I CAN'T HOLD IT ANY MORE! MOOOOM! OH, NO! I'M GONNA SHOOT IN YOUR MOUTH! I CANT HELP IT! UUUNNNGGGHHH! UNF! UNF! MOM! GOOOOOOD! OH, DAMN! UNG! UNG! UNG! HHHUUUNNNGGGHHH!"
She felt the pressure of his jizz filling his cock and lifted her head until only the mushroom tip was between her lips. Then a viscous stream of cum was pumping into her mouth, puffing her cheeks out and splashing against her tonsils. She gulped and sucked, gulped and sucked while Greg bucked until the explosion expended itself and the lad's jumping tool was oozing the final drops flavorful semen. When she had milked him dry, Fran raised her head reluctantly to kiss the knob of his thrumming member.
Even though the red-head had cum, and she had climaxed on Mike's expert tongue, Beth was resisting Sue's efforts to push her face away from her snatch. If she could, she would have been content to leave her face buried in the woman's cunny all day with her tongue implanted in the oven of her vagina. Finally she backed off and removed her quivering twat from Mike's mouth.
By that time Fran was on her feet, swaying slightly as she gazed around the room dully, trying to pull herself together. She spotted the clock and sighed regretfully. It was after eleven, and she was due at the club soon. Going back to her chair, she slumped down and grabbed what was left of her drink to toss it down with two swallows.
Sue had noticed the time too, and was sitting up in her chair. "I guess it's time we started getting ready, isn't it, Fran?"
"Yes, dammit. I've still got a business to run."
"Do you really have to go today?" Beth asked sullenly. "I mean, jeez, we just got started, and nobody's fucked me yet."
Fran put emphasis on her words. "And you're not going to, little girl, until we get you started on the pill. I've got enough to think about without you getting pregnant. We'll take care of that this afternoon."
Getting up, Sue started moving toward her suitcases. "I'll go get ready first, hon. Give me ten minutes."
"Don't unpack yet," Fran said. "Wear something of mine till we get straightened out. Take whatever you want. When we get back, we'll try to organize things. As soon as the lunch crowd is gone, we'll leave."
"All right. It won't take me long."
CHAPTER ELEVEN
It took the women a full forty-five minutes to shower, dress, take care of their hair and put on make-up, which they accomplished with quiet preoccupation. They both had a lot on their minds, but were hesitant to bring them out into the open. Sue was fretting about her obvious lesbian tendencies, while Fran was concerned with her complete devotion to young Mike and his fabulous prick.
They were still in the bedroom, ready to go, when Sue finally screwed up her courage and spoke to her niece. "Fran, do you really think this is going to work? I still want to fuck you, and Beth, too. Of course, I haven't changed my mind about the boys, but I would be perfectly happy if no man ever touched me again."
The brunette crossed over and put her hands on Sue's arms. "You must know by now that I feel the same way. We just haven't given ourselves a chance yet. What's going on here will level out soon. Let's not rush it. It's too good to lose."
"And the club?"
"It's too much for me to handle by myself. I thought about that yesterday. If you're willing, I'll give you half, and we'll run it together. That way we'll be partners in business and in bed, too. Okay?"
"Okay"? It's wonderful! Oh, you darling!" They kissed with heartfelt appreciation of each other, then went down the hall hand in hand toward the living room.
Fran pulled up short at the doorway, and Sue bumped into her before she saw the reason for the abrupt halt. The three kids were on the floor in the center of the front room.
Beth was on her hands and knees with the boys kneeling in front of and behind her. Greg's shit-streaked cock was pumping in and out of the girl's ass hole, and Mike was fucking her mouth diligently. Beth was trembling as both pricks stabbed into her from either end, being rocked back and forth by the boy's eager hunching. They were all moaning and whimpering with anguished joy.
"I guess that settles it, doesn't it?" Fran said. "Yes," Sue agreed. "Let's not disturb them. We have a business to take care of, remember?"
Smiling happily, the two women walked past the fucking kids and went out the door.
