Dr. Ronald Morgan, a famed psychologist and specialist in family affairs from the University of Chicago, recently wrote in an article in the Psychiatric Journal:
"In a recent survey done on the question of incest, we interviewed 100 mothers (who had admittedly had relations with their sons) of all ages and ethnic and financial backgrounds and asked one very basic question-What is the reason, in your own words, that made you actually have sexual relations with your own boy? The answer received from 75% of those questioned was the lack of a fat her-either the father was dead, the parents were divorced, or the father had, in the words of some women, "split." The answer received from an additional 14% was the lack of a father figure-these being cases where the father was actually present in the home, but was either dominated by the wife or just not dominating enough himself to be respected by his wife and children. Therefore we can draw the conclusion that from this group, 89% of those questioned about their incestual relationships with their boys (who were almost all in their teen years, averaging fifteen years of age) responded that the basic motivation behind the act of incest was the absence in the woman's and boy's life of what could be termed a father."
Lynn Stolte, the heroine of Toni Nash's fascinating book, could easily have been one of those women questioned. And she would have been one of the 89% who responded that a father figure was missing. Her husband had been taken from her by a terrible automobile accident, and from then on her son Don had to become not only the man of the house, but a husband-figure to her as well.
In truth of fact, this "novel" is based on a real woman, and she was part of the group questioned by Dr. Morgan and his staff. This is not a "truth-novel" as Truman Capote initiated with his masterful In Cold Blood, for here Ms. Nash is not telling the absolute true story of a living and breathing person. But she has based her characters, their situation, their motivation, their solution to their problem, on real people-people she has known and studied.
This is a novel about part of that survey, then, part of that survey that makes us, or should make us, socially conscious of the pitfalls and problems that can be associated with the break-down of the family-namely, the loss of the father, whether it be actual or in spirit.
Lynn Stolte is a fascinating character. In Dr. Morgan's findings she is nothing more than a statistic. But in the hand of Toni Nash she is someone the reader can feel and understand. She is real. She surpasses the realm of fiction.
And she makes a great contribution to the study of incest as a growing sociological and psychological problem. Dr. Morgan would welcome such a book. We hope you will.
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Chapter One
Lynn Stolte lay back in the bathtub, her head resting on her blue flower-shaped plastic suction pillow, her thoughts on her son, Don. Today was the day that Don would be returning to Chicago after almost a year away at prep school. Don's German shepherd, Heinz, slept peacefully on the bathroom floor, as If he knew, also, that today was a special day.
As the soapy, warm lather engulfed her body, Lynn found herself humming a tune she always sang to little Donnie before he fell asleep. But there was no little Donnie any more, as she knew from the pictures he had been sending with his letters He was Don now-well on his way to manhood. She remembered the picture he had sent a few months back in his lemon-colored swimming trunks-with the clearly visible bulge of his overly large boy cock leaving little to the imagination
As Lynn envisioned Don's big cock, her left hand rubbed over her breasts, kneading them with her fingers, massaging first one and then the other, pulling hard at the nipples. Her right hand crept slowly down her torso, until it found the throbbing mound, and she began to rub it, gently at first, and then powerless to stop herself, she rubbed harder, sliding first one finger and then another deep into her cunt, imagining all the time it was her son Don's big hard cock. An overwhelming passion filled every pore in her body, and as the soapy water rushed into her, she could feel the sting of the bubble bath deep inside her vagina.
Just as Lynn let out a cry of rapture, Heinz let out a startled bark. Lynn opened her eyes and withdrew her fingers from her fluttering cuntal mouth. She looked around the room as if expecting someone to be watching her. She suddenly felt ashamed of her thoughts, and yet, excited.
What am I thinking about? This is ridiculous-Donnie's my son, my little boy. I'm his mother, and these are the breasts that he sucked for milk, not for love.
Trying to put the thought of fucking Don from her mind, Lynn stepped out of the tub. The droplets of water from her body gently fell on c
Heinz, who immediately got up on all fours, with his tongue reaching out to lap at her watery cunt.
"You'd like nothing better than to lick mama's pussy, wouldn't you? But not today, Heinzie old pal-no time-we must hurry and get ready before Donnie arrives. You'll just have to settle for a dog biscuit." Lynn laughed.
She knew this was to be a happy day. She had last seen Don in August when he left for school and she had planned to fly there during Christmas. But a week before the holiday, she came down with hepatitis and could not go.
While at school, Don was living with Larry and Gloria Simon, and their daughter Fran, now sixteen years old. Gloria and Lynn had gone to school together and even now, the two families were very close.
Lynn reached out and took the fluffy towel from the rack and slowly dried her breasts, buttocks and thighs, still humming the same tune. As she patted herself dry, the image of her fourteen-year-old blond-haired son and his big boy cock and balls kept popping into her mind, each time bringing a warm sensation deep in her stomach. Had he changed much? He was a boy when he left. Will my childish youth return as a maturing man? From his pictures, and the way he's hung, I'd say he's very much the man!
Her heart was beating wildly. Lynn loved Donnie. Even when he was a baby, his mother always loved to fondle his tiny penis and miniscule balls. As he grew older, she managed to find ways to touch his private parts, to see him naked at every chance she had. She sometimes felt she had an obsession for touching Don's little cock and balls, and though she felt she should control the urge, touching his private parts never failed to excite her.
Her love for Don was intense, and his being away had given her many sleepless nights. There was a strange closeness between them, even more so since that night six years ago when Don's father had been killed in a senseless tragedy. Jack had been crossing the Edens Expressway when he was run over by a passing motorist who couldn't see him dart out in the blackness of the night. It was a highway with speeds of sixty-five miles per hour, and pedestrians were not a common sight. The police told Lynn that Jack's car had a flat tire and he was probably looking for a phone, Donnie had locked himself in his mother's arms that night and tearfully he said, "I'll take care of you, Mommy. I'll be your husband and your son"
Lynn found it difficult to concentrate on anything except seeing her son again. Nothing else really mattered. She thought only of holding him once more and feeling his body next to hers. She thought of falling to sleep at night with his arms around her, because since Jack's death, Lynn and Donnie had shared the bed that once belonged to her and her husband.
Many nights, Lynn would pretend to be asleep and gently let her hand fall onto Donnie's growing member, secretly holding his little prick until it was a roaring hard-on. She knew she couldn't hold him forever, but she wanted him for just a while longer. Her love for her son was deep and possessive. Not even Jack could ever evoke the emotion within her that Donnie did. Sometimes it frightened her, this strange feeling for her son and obsession with his genitals....
Lynn returned the towel to the rack, and as she walked by the mirror, she glanced at her naked body, feeling very satisfied with what she saw.
It's a nice body, she thought, like that of a girl in her early twenties. Jack never really appreciated this body. I always felt that I was a good lover, and yet he turned away from me the last few years, seeking younger girls.
She tried to drum the bitter thoughts about Jack from her head, even though she knew they would return. He was dead, and she knew she should let the past remain where it was. Instead she concentrated on the sight of her nude body in the mirror and her thoughts of Donnie's return.
She was a striking woman, with a beautiful and well-proportioned body and a face with high cheek-bones and big brown eyes. Her dark hair was shiny and long, falling over her shoulders. She was told many times that she was a shorter version of Cher Bono, with a nicer nose. She looked again at the sensual body facing her and swept her hair back, studying the white skin of her breasts and the dark areolas accenting her small, now-rigid nipples.
She slowly let her eyes move down across her flat stomach to the triangled cuntal mound, knowing that in the darkness of her pubic region were her pink vaginal lips. Hidden in the slit was her clitoris, which had been untouched by a man for the past six months.
Yes, it's a good body. I wonder if Donnie has seen any other body of a woman? I wonder if he's touched another body? I wonder if he's had a woman. .. .
As Lynn realized her thoughts, the same feeling of shame as before swept over her. Donnie's sex life should not be her concern. She was his mother.
It shouldn't matter to her if he was a virgin or not. What difference did it make? After all, Lynn had slept with Jack before they married. And yet for some strange reason, she couldn't get the thought of her little boy actually fucking from her mind....
Now dry, Lynn headed for the bedroom, Heinz close at her feet. She picked out a flowered blouse that accented her breasts and light-blue flared slacks that accented the rest of her body. Then she sat down at the mirror to comb her hair.
She had not had an easy time of it since Jack's sudden death. She was determined to keep up her nice apartment overlooking the lake and to see that Donnie enjoyed the finer things of life, including going away to prep school. She had dated a few men in the years following the death of her husband and had even slept with them, but she preferred to spend her spare time with her son. In the last year, with Donnie gone, she had little desire to go out with anyone, and for the past six months, she greeted every overture, whether mild or overt, with the same coldness. And being a normally passionate person, she was beginning to feel the need for sex increasing each day.
She finished combing her hair, glanced at the clock and wondered if she should leave. It was four o'clock already. Don's plane was due to arrive at five-thirty and it was only a twenty-minute drive, if the traffic was clear, from her apartment to O'Hare airport. Lynn decided to get there early and have coffee.
She gave one more glance in the mirror and headed toward the den to get her purse. As she reached her desk, she looked at her IBM Selectric typewriter-her "bread and butter" machine as she called it. Jack has been a car dealer but in the last few years before his death, he had spent money on his 'other women' and had managed to go through quite a bit of their savings. He left his family neither rich nor in a state of poverty. Lynn had a few dollars of her own from an inheritance but she knew soon after the funeral, she would need an income if she and Donnie were to survive.
Most of Lynn's modeling assignments were for the advertising agency she worked in while she was single. It was a large agency and Lynn had worked her way up in the ranks and had written commercials for television and magazines. After Jack's death, she called her former employer and they immediately rehired her.
Because she refused to leave Donnie, she did most of her work at home, and she was quite successful at it. As an avid reader with shelves of books, she harbored a thought to one day write a novel, but she had yet to start on one. Right now, her job at the ad agency was putting food on the table, paying her bills and putting Donnie through school. With a loving pat on her typewriter, Lynn gathered up her purse and some loose change, put water in Heinz" bowl and left.
Lynn backed. her yellow Gremlin out of the garage, headed south on the outer drive to Ontario and turned right to the Kennedy Expressway. It was a beautiful summer day and her excitement at seeing Donnie was mounting.
O'Hare airport was crowded as always, with cars and people everywhere. Lynn parked in the new garage and found it was a long walk to the terminal building. She went into the coffee shop, nervously smoking a cigarette and drinking her coffee. She watched the people, trying to think up fantasies about each one, and listening at the same time to the public address system announcing arrivals. Then-"Flight thirty from San Francisco arriving at concourse K5."
Lynn jumped to her feet, paid her check and headed for the concourse, so she might watch the big silver plane maneuver into the parking dock.
The passengers filed out. Lynn held her breath-and then Donnie appeared.
Lynn's heart was beating rapidly as she cried out, "Donnie! Darling, here I am!" With tears in her eyes, she ran toward him.
"Mom! Oh, Mom!" Donnie's now-powerful voice answered, as he gathered her in his arms. He was taller than she remembered, his hair longer, more fashionable, and his face tanned from the California sun.
I was right, she cried to herself. He's a man now. My Donnie's a beautiful man! My little boy is gone and now, my son is a man!
It was then that Lynn noticed the girl with Donnie. The face was vaguely familiar and yet she couldn't be certain where she had seen it. Of one thing she was certain, this girl was magnificently proportioned. Her tanned face and blue eyes were framed by long auburn hair. Firm, young breasts, large for her small body, jutted out the front of her pink shrink-top and it was obvious that she was not wearing a bra; her ripe nipples were evident beneath the material. She made quite a sensual picture.
Lynn immediately felt her spirits crash. It was obvious to her that these two young people were in love. Why did he bring her? Why didn't he tell me he was bringing someone home? Lynn could feel the resentment growing inside of her. She knew she Would one day lose her son to another woman, but why this one? This girl looked like a whore, a vixen, a tramp, a slut....
Donnie's voice brought her back to reality. "Mom, don't you know who this is? It's Fran Simon! We thought it would be fun to surprise you!"
"Fran, I never would have recognized you! You've grown up so much. You were just a little child when I last saw you. I heard from Gloria only last week and she said nothing about your coming here." Lynn tried desperately to hide her true feelings.
"Yes, I know, Mrs. Stolte. Daddy had to go to Europe on business, and he decided, at the last minute, to take Momsie along and combine business with a vacation. I didn't want to be separated from Don anyhow, so we thought it would be fun if I came along. Momsie said you wouldn't mind."
"No, not at all, dear. It'll be a pleasure having you." Lynn smiled outwardly, thinking to herself, it looks as though Donnie has already had her.
Donnie looked at his mother. "Mom, you look great! Really great! I was worried that your bout with hepatitis might have destroyed some of that beauty, but I think you're more beautiful than when I left."
"Well, dear, you look good too. You've grown since I last saw you." Lynn choked back the tears.
"Oh, darling, I've missed you so much. I cant tell you how wonderful it is to have you home again. God, I've missed you!"
"And Fve missed you too, Mom,"? Donnie said. "It's great being home.?
"You sound more like lovers than mother and son," Fran said in her nasal voice.
Donnie could sense the growing barrier between the two and said quickly, "Hey, I said I'm glad to be home, but this surely isn't my home, as I remember it. So let s get the car and head for home. I'm sure Heinz is waiting impatiently to see his old buddy.
Don took his mother's arm and Fran's arm and they headed for the escalators to go to the luggage area. Their luggage was already on the revolving ramp. They collected their belongings and headed out to the parking garage.
Lynn and Fran sat together in the front, while Donnie sat uncomfortably in the back seat. As they pulled out of the garage, Lynn could see, out of the corner of her eye, Fran s hand reach into the back and slowly slide up Don's knee, coming to rest on the oversize cock bulge in his faded Levi's. She repressed a jealous urge to comment and continued her driving.
Don chatted aimlessly about a variety of topics, all designed to ease the tension, and he succeeded somewhat. Lynn relaxed as she listened to her son and Fran sat quietly, speaking only when a question was directed at her.
They reached the apartment, parked in the garage, and Don carried the heavy luggage to the elevator, while Fran and Lynn took the smaller pieces.
Once inside, Don asked Lynn to show Fran around the apartment, but it was obvious to Lynn that the girl was not impressed. Lynn looked at the girl's face and body and it was obvious to her what had attracted her son to her in the first place-but couldn't he see the cheap, shallow person beneath the sensual exterior? Men were so blind, especially when it came to women....
In the living room, Heinz and Don were getting reacquainted and rolling around on the white carpeting, bumping against a table and knocking over an ash tray in their travels.
The women re-entered the room. "How about a cold drink?" Lynn said.
"That would'be great, Mom," Don replied. "I'll have a Dr. Pepper. What about you, Fran?"
"I'll have the same, Mrs. Stolte."
Lynn went into the kitchen and got two Dr. Peppers out of the refrigerator, at the same time mixing herself a martini, which she felt she definitely deserved. She placed the drinks on a tray and, as she started back for the living room, she heard a low, throaty laugh.
Don's voice was saying, "Come on, Fran, stop it, not now. ..."
The girl laughed again and then gave a long, low sigh.
Lynn moved closer to the living room, quietly now, and then stopped in shock at what she saw.
Fran was standing with her back to Lynn, pressed tightly against Don. They were kissing, their bodies squirming, making lewd gyrations in their upright position. Don's Levi's were open and Fran's left hand had found its way into the opening and was rubbing his cock frantically, while Heinz stood watching and panting.
A low moan of desire escaped the boy's mouth, as he kissed Fran, while trying to push her away, but Fran was oblivious to anything else at the moment but the rod she was working over. Lynn watched in shock but also with curiosity, she strained her eyes to see if she could get a look at her son's cock, which she had fondled so many times before and wanted to hold again.
Don momentarily gave up fighting, opened Fran's slacks and ran his finger up and down the crack of her asscheeks. The girl rotated her body from side to side, then in a circular motion, faster and faster....
Lynn could not bear to watch any more, nor could she bear to turn away. She could feel a tingle in her body as her nipples turned hard beneath the flowered blouse, and her pussy felt warm and wet and in need of her son. She was aroused at the sight of her son and this trampy girl, aroused as she had not been in all the time he had been gone, aroused as she had never been when making love to Jack. She knew she either had to make her presence known, or retire to her bedroom and masturbate....
She made a coughing sound to warn them, and started into the living room. "Well, here we are ... two Dr. Peppers and a martini for me." Her voice was strained.
Don and Fran broke apart, and both stood with their back to her, buttoning their buttons and zipping their zippers.
Lynn concentrated on finding a place to set the drinks down, so they would think she did not see what was taking place. Her son turned to her with a frightened look at first, and then one of remorse. Fran calmly sat down and crossed her legs. She glanced at Lynn but it was obvious she didn't give a damn what "mother" had seen.
Lynn could not help but notice the now-smaller bulge along his left thigh, as Don came toward her to get his drink. There was a slight stain from the premature droplets of cum.
"Mom, I'd like...."
"Never mind, Don," Lynn said, handing him his drink. "You two stay in here and enjoy yourselves, while I start supper."
Lynn could not blame Donnie for the scene she had just witnessed. She knew the full burden of the guilt rested on the shoulders, as well as the cunt and tits, of this endowed girl who had invaded her home and her son. Lynn retired to the kitchen.
As she busied herself preparing the salad and spaghetti dinner and putting the garlic bread into the oven, she was aware of low voices in the living room. She wondered what Fran and Donnie were saying and doing. Biting her lip, she opened the kitchen door slightly and peeked out. The two were sitting on the couch, the girl whispering in Don's ear, while he grinned, his face turning red and his eyes bright.
Lynn moved back into the kitchen, her hands feeling somewhat shaky. She had mental images of Don and Fran, sitting on the couch, kissing, arousing each other's body.
Jesus, she thought, why can't it be me fondling those precious balls, holding that stiff cock in my hands, kissing those young lips? She felt ashamed, but couldn't control her thoughts. What's the matter with me? I've got to get hold of myself. I've waited almost a year for this day. and I'm not going to let that big-tit whore spoil it for me. I won't let her or anyone come between Donnie and me, not now, not ever. . . .
With another martini to fortify herself, Lynn regained control and continued making dinner, trying not to hear the sounds of laughter and loud whispers coming from the living room. Once, Don walked in and offered to help her. She told him it wasn't necessary. She went to him and kissed him, trying to make that kiss very maternal, fighting back the tears and the desire to open his pants, take out his cock and hold it, kiss it, suck it. Instead, she looked into his blue eyes and smiled. Everything was right between the two, and they both felt it. . .
Dinner was not all that bad. Don kept raving over Lynn's spaghetti sauce as he always did. It was his favorite meal and she was his favorite cook. Fran did not add much to the conversation and Lynn took no notice of her. She had eyes only for her son.
They had their coffee and home-made strawberry pie in the living room. Lynn and Don talked continuously, each trying to fill the other in on events of the past year.
Lynn knew that Don was eager to know how she had been, living alone this past year. Had she dated, had she met someone? He was anxious for her to go out and maybe remarry.
Don had never really liked Jack, because even though he was just a child, he was aware of the arguments, and often heard references to other women. It was his mother to whom he had been close. He could never say in all honesty that he felt remorse at his father's death.
The evening moved along smoothly, and soon it was after eleven and Fran looked bored with all the conversation. She kept yawning and looking at her watch. Lynn suggested she retire and Fran seconded the motion. She politely said good night to Lynn, kissed Don on the cheek and went into the den.
Lynn felt relieved. Now she could talk more freely. "Don, why did you bring that girl here? I don't like her."
"Mother, Fran hasn't done anything to you. Her mother's your good friend. We all thought you'd be happy to have her stay here for a while-and besides that, I love her. I may even marry her when I'm old enough."
"Donnie, baby, you're only fourteen. You don't know anything about marriage, about love and about women. That girl's a whore. She's nothing but a child-slut, a tramp. You're a child, and you don't understand these kind of relationships."
"Mother, I don't know why you don't like Fran, but I don't want to hear any more about it. I'm fourteen, sure, but I've grown up the past year, thanks to Fran. I'm a man. I act like a man, I'm built like a man, and I have sex like a man."
Silence.
Chapter Two
At the sound of the word 'sex,' Lynn could feel herself becoming aroused. Yes, I bet you do have sex like a man, she thought, Fran has taught you what to do with that rod and where to put it. But why her cunt, why not mine, my dear son? If you fucked me once, you'd never want to fuck her again.
Those feelings again-she couldn't fight those thoughts, but she couldn't reveal them to Don. Her eyes drifted down to the basket that lay hidden beneath the zipper of his Levi's. She longed to reach in and hold the prick that she had held for so many years. The prick of her little boy who was now a man, "Mom!"
The sound of Donnie's voice brought her back to earth. Had he seen her looking at his bulging pants? Was he aware of her feelings? Should she reveal them to him?
"Mom, are you listening to me? I'm a man, I said. Fran has made me a man. She's taught me so much. We have had sex. Mom. We've fucked many times. She's really great. But I'll always love you, Mom. Shit, what two people can be as close as we are?"
With that he put his arm around her, holding her close. Lynn felt safe and secure in those arms. Once she had been the one who wrapped arms around him, but now it was reversed. She could feel his muscles-muscles that weren't there when she last saw him. She let herself be held in his arms, dropping her hands down to his lap and conveniently resting them on his cock, feeling it stiffen up under her touch. She closed her eyes and pretended there was no Levi's material between her hands and the beloved boy cock.
The martinis were having a strange effect on her. She was conscious of a peaceful feeling, mingled with her feelings of guilt. She felt warm and comfortable. Don put his hand under her chin, lifted her face to his and kissed her on the lips, long and hard. She resisted the urge to put her tongue into his mouth.
"Oh, Mom, one more thing. Donnie isn't here any more! He left last year and he won't be coming back. I'm Don now. The boy is gone-THE MAN HAS RETURNED."
Don had been in his room for barely ten minutes, when he heard a soft knock at the door. It opened, and Fran made her way into the dim-lit room.
He was wearing blue brief boxer shorts and was just about to slip between the cool sheets in the bed he had barely slept in since his father's death. But now, Lynn was alone in her bedroom and he was back in his bed, alone. Or had been alone, until the knock on the door. He looked at the lovely girl who had taken him as a boy and turned him into a man.
"Fran," he whispered, "what are you doing here?"
"Jesus fuck, I thought your mom would never stop talking and go to bed! I've been getting so horny in that den, thinking about you and that great cock of yours."
"Come on, Fran, cut out that talk. You know what it does to me."
"I sure do Donnie!" She accented his name, saying it as his mother did, but with sarcasm. "It turns you on!"
Don turned away, trying not to look at the sensual body beneath the sheer pale green shorty nitegown she wore. The thin material in no way disguised the mature curves of the young flesh and Don could clearly see the dark nipples nestled in their areolas and the auburn triangle of her pubic mound. He could feel his heart beating and the blood racing through his semi-erected prick as desire stirred in his loins.
"Damn you, Fran, get back to your room," he said. "We can't do anything tonight."
"And why not, may I ask?"
"Holy fuck, how can you ask that? My mom's right in the next room!"
"So what? Does that make a difference?"
"Fran, I can't do anything with Mom so close by."
"Your mom, your darling mother!" she snapped at him, her temperature rising. "Are you some kind of mama's boy, Donnie? It's a wonder you're not some goddamn fucking queer!"
Don could feel the heat rise to his temples. "That's a shitty thing to say, Fran! Just because I love my mother and haven't seen her for a long time, you think I'm a faggot."
"Oh, Don, I'm sorry. You know I didn't mean it."
Don decided to pursue the subject. "Fran, while we're at it, I'd like to know why the fuck you threw yourself at me that way, this afternoon. You knew my mom was in the kitchen and could walk in any minute."
"Well, you didn't seem to mind at the time."
That's what you always do to me. But you started it, baby, I didn't!"
Fran gave him a coy smile. "I just can't keep my hands off you, Donnie!"
"Fran, stop it now. Be serious, and cut out that Donnie shit. I don't like it. You were really rude to my mom today, and I don't like it. I can sense something wrong between you two."
"Your mom doesn't like me, Don," Fran said, with a bored tone.
"That's your imagination."
"No, it's true."
"And you? Do you like her?"
"She's okay, just okay."
"Just okay! Remember, baby, if I don't change my mind about marrying you, she'll be your mother-in-law one of these days."
"You wouldn't change your mind just because your mom doesn't like me, would you?"
"Look, Fran...."
Fran sighed. "Oh, come on, Don, let's not argue tonight. It's been a long day and a nice one, but right now, I'm horny. I'll be nice to your mom tomorrow. I promise. She'll like me tomorrow, but tonight___"
Don gave up. "Well, okay, but...."
Fran smiled. "No buts, sweetie. Why don't we just get into bed and cuddle up? I said I was horny . .. very horny. I want your big hard prick inside my cunt and I want it now!"
"Fran, I said no and I meant it!" But his voice lacked the conviction of his words. His anger had passed and desire had replaced it. He was aware of her body, and his cock throbbed to the beat of his heart.
"Don, I can tell you don't mean it. I can tell by that bulge in your shorts." Her eyes laughed as they gazed upon the swell in his underwear.
"Jesus, don't you ever get enough cock?" he said, weakening.
"No," Fran replied, "but that never seemed to bother you when we were in California."
"Yeah, I know, but____"
"No more buts, honey." And with that, she pulled the nightgown over her head and tossed it aside. She stood before him, her breasts throbbing, the lips of her vagina wet with juices of anticipation.
Don looked at the gleaming flesh, the nude loveliness, and heard himself moan. His cock reached its long hardness, extending the front of his shorts like a stiff rod. The sweat mounted inside of him and his balls churned and ached with the need to be released. He could never deny Fran anything, not with that body that faced him and her wild lovemaking that drove him insane with lust every time....
Fran walked toward him, her lips parted, her eyes shining, her ass swaying sensually. Her tits bounced in an enticing motion, and the nipples hardened before his very eyes. She stared at the bulge of his cock as she moved forward. Then she reached out and touched it, and the contact between her hand and his cock caused him to jump involuntarily. She laughed ... a lewd sensuous laugh, as she pulled his shorts off, releasing his big beautiful boy cock completely to bounce around freely before her.
"Changed your mind, huh, Don? You want me to stay now?"
"Jesus, Fran, Jesus fuck, what you do to me."
"Do you want me to stay?"
"Damn you, yes, stay!"
Watching Don's eyes, Fran slowly lifted her hands, sliding her palms along her body then up to cup the firm, rich breasts, kneading them gently, pushing them out toward Don. She stroked her flat belly, moving slowly downward until her fingertips touched the soft, satiny cushion of her pubic hair. She remained in that pose. Don stood frozen with desire watching her, completely captivated by her lewd but enticing motions.
His cock was pounding wildly, reaching out to within just inches of the beautiful girl's hot flesh.
Fran's hands began to move again, slowly, dipping lower through the glistening triangle, toward the pink cuntal slit between her young legs. When she reached her destination, she placed her thumb and forefinger on either side of the cuntlips and spread them slowly apart, revealing the pink bud of her pounding clitoris.
With her right index-finger, she traced down to the tip of the minature phallus. She gently squeezed it, sending a few drops of lubrication down her inner thighs. She then slipped one finger into her vaginal opening, burying it up to her first knuckle, then the second. Then she proceeded to finger-fuck herself, in and out, in and out, to Don's savory delight as she watched his desire-ridden face.
Her finger slid in and out of the hot, moist vagina while she rolled her hips around, frenziedly, delighted at the sensations running through her body from her own manipulations.
She moaned to Don, "I want you to fuck me, Don, fuck me the way you always do, hard, hot and wild. I want your finger up here where mine is.
I want my finger up your asshole while you're fucking me. I want your hard cock so far up my belly, shooting that cum into me, making me cum at the same time... ."
Don couldn't stand it another minute. Her choice of obscene words always drove him to a fever pitch of excitement. He grabbed her, pressing hard against her, with hot wet kisses on her face, her neck, her tits-and all the while, Fran kept sliding her finger in and out of her aching vagina. She ground her hips into him as her mouth sought his. She could feel the palpitations of his loaded balls, as his erect cock crushed her belly. And now she finger-fucked herself with increasing abandon.
As she brought herself near orgasm, she pulled her finger from the hot, sticky canyon, as her tongue swirled in Don's mouth. Her hands found the top of his shorts, pulling them down, revealing his long cock to her hungry gaze. She grasped the uncircumcised prick in her hand, stroking it gently, while her fingernails tickled his full testicles. She pulled back the foreskin, exposing the swollen, purplish head, spreading the thin ooze of premature cum over the entire organ, causing moans of delight from Don's throat.
Don's brain was exploding from Fran's professional manipulation of his cock. He wanted her-had to nave her-now. He dragged her down on the bed, their bodies entwined, the musky smell of their naked bodies intermingling. He licked and sucked at her nipples, rolling each one around and around his hot tongue.
His hands dipped under the smooth surface of her buttocks, squeezing them. He could feel Fran's breathing in his ear, he could taste her tongue dancing in and out of his mouth. Her hands pushed down between their bodies, searching for his hot hard cock. She crushed her body against his and ground her pelvis into him, still holding the throbbing hot cock, then she suddenly twisted, pulling him over her, opening her young thighs, exposing her aroused cunt, waiting eagerly his entrance.
Fran's hands were up and down his body, tracing his muscles, grabbing the stiff prick, exploring all of him. His cock touched her thighs, leaving drops of cum to mingle with her cunt juices. She reached down and with both hands, pulled her cuntlips apart so that his hot rod made greater contact with the moist sensitive flesh as it lay full length in her wet, warm vaginal crevice. She relaxed, dropping her body back onto the bed, his rigid penis trapped and burning between her satin thighs.
Don forced his hands between the girl and the bed and ran them down the curves of her shoulders, back, and hips, making cat-like sounds of pleasure. Her spine felt hot to him as she moved her body in rhythm against him, slowly, teasingly.
Pushing his hands further down beneath her, Don cupped the fullness of her young ass in the palms of his sweaty hands, pulling her creamy pussy against him. He moved up and down the burning slit, sensing it growing wetter as her passion seethed out of her and encircled his penis.
Her hips rotated wildly against his loins until her legs-without warning-crept out wide on either side of him, her calves locking against the back of his thighs, pulling his cockhead tighter to her.
"Donnnnn!" she cried out in pleasurable pain. "Oh, Don, baby, fuck me hard, give it all to me, put your cock in and fuck me, fuck me, fuck meeeee!"
The fourteen-year-old man thrust his prick forward, but her pelvis kept grinding up to meet him and her hands were between their bodies, fondling his cockhead to guide it to the moist lips of her swelling pussy. Don groaned as he felt her hands move his cock up and down between her juicy slit, parting the moist hair surrounding the pink cuntal lips.
The pressure in his boy balls was unbearable and he knew he couldn't hold back another minute. He flexed his hips with a driving lunge that sent his huge stiff pole deep into the soft buttery depths of the mouth of her sensuous cunt. He drove it home with a power that flattened his wet testicles against her upturned asscheeks.
"Ohhhhhh, Ohhhhh, OH!" She moaned beneath him.
Don felt the walls of her cunt slip hotly around his fleshy, pulsating prick, swallowing it as he raced the full length of her opening into the fiery depths of her cunt, ramming his cockhead mercilessly against the hardness of her cervix.
"Yeaaaah!" She moaned in sweet delight. "Yeah, that's great, honey, wonderful, the way you shove it into me, that's the way I like to feel your hard cock."
The young man ground his pelvis into the exciting, elastic vaginal flesh beneath him, fucking her with long hard strokes. She moaned and groaned wildly under his driving young body, opening and closing her legs around his hips as she worked up and down in a ritual tempo. Her mouth was wide open, her head bobbing from side to side.
Harder and harder, his body stroked against hers, his cock moving out to the tip and then back into her rippling cunt with a screaming force. The bed was a noiseless one, but even if it had squeaked, Fran and Don never would have noticed. Just as they didn't notice their door open a little earlier to allow Heinz to work his way into the room, where he now sat watching them and panting. They were oblivious to him. They were too lust-crazed now to care about anything but the delight of their naked bodies fucking one another with insane passion in an effort to achieve a desperate release... .
Lynn suddenly awoke, and found herself in a deep sweat.
She had been dreaming-a strange dream-and suddenly it was over. It was a half-remembered dream, about Don. Don naked, making love to someone while she, Lynn, stood watching, trying to see his erect member and his handsome face. She moved closer and closer to see the faceless girl, but also to see his cock ... it was an obsession, she had to see his cock again.
She sat upright in bed as she recalled parts of the dream and the same guilt and shame washed over her again as always. How could she have such evil, wicked dreams about her own son? It just wasn't right, it wasn't normal. Why did she always think of him in sexual ways? It was almost as if she....
The thought made her body shudder and shake, and she forced her mind blank. She didn't want to think about it any more, she couldn't. She lay down again in the dark room, hoping sleep would come again soon, but it didn't. She was wide awake.
A glass of wine might help, she thought. She sat up, swung her legs over the side of bed, and stood up.
In her bare feet and her thin nightgown, she started toward the kitchen, passing Don's room on the way-and then she heard the panting voices coming from the partially opened door.
That little bastard whore, Fran, has paid Donnie a visit. She was careful to stand to one side so they would not see her, and, in the darkness, she could not see them. But it was Fran and Don! .
She felt sick to her stomach as she moved closer to the door. She stood close enought to hear them clearly. Their voices were distinct and understandable.
"Yeah, baby, sweetie, honey, keep fucking me! Keep fucking me, Don. I'm going to cum soon, I can feel it. I'm going to cum all over your big beautiful cock."
"Oooohhhhh!"
"Ohhh, yeaaahhh, that's it ... jthat's it. .. quick, put your finger in my asshole. Bury it deep inside, all the way in, like you always do, all the way in my asshole. ..."
"Me too, Fran, I'm cumming too. ..."
"Quick, your finger, put it in!"
"Like this, baby, is this what you want? Put your finger in mine now, Fran .. . hurry!"
Lynn stood like a statue, unable to move, her stomach aching and yet fascinated by the sounds of lust coming from her son's room. She felt her mouth turn dry and her throat on fire. She wanted to run from the sounds she heard, back to the darkness of her room, but she couldn't move. Her legs wouldn't work. She could only stand there and listen, thinking of her son's body pressed on that girl, his long stiff prick imbedded in her filthy cunt, his finger probing her asshole, her finger searching out his, moaning their passion to each other....
She tried to clear away the image from her brain, but it remained vivid. Her body was hot beneath her nightgown. Her pussy, untouched these past months, began to ache and throb and desire flashed through her belly. She had no control over herself or her reaction to this sudden revelation. Her fourteen-year-old son and his whore-girl friend and what they were doing.
"Fuck me, baby, fuck me with your cock and with your finger and with your tongue. Harder, ooooh, Don, harder ...!"
"Ahhhhh! Fran honey____"
"Tell me you love me ... love me, tell me, now!"
"Yeah, love you. I love you ... love...."
"I love you .. . your beautiful cock, that great big manly cock, nine inches up my cunt! I love you, Don! Do you love my cunt?"
"Yeah, your cunt .. . yeeaahhhh, I love it, Fran, that cunt. Jesus, I'm gonna cum soon, baby ...!"
"Me too ... Don, me too!"
Lynn felt as though she would scream out loud. She wanted to scream out of frustration and out of passion. She didn't want to feel this desire which ran through her flesh. She didn't want to feel it now, and yet it was there, consuming her. It was obscene. She knew she should be horrified, shocked, feeling this lewd emotion, but it didn't alter the fact that she was aroused.
Her body quivered as she listened to her son and his filthy young girl friend making wild animalistic sounds of lust and love in his bed. She pictured again the sight of Don naked, his erect cock that she loved so dearly. A low moan escaped her lips and her pussy began to ache and open with drops of excited lubrication. Her nipples grew hard under her nightgown and her breathing was hot and heavy. Her eyes feasted on the mental image of Don's gorgeous prick as it must look pushing in and pulling out of the trashy young girl's ugly pussy. And as she imagined, her passion increased in her loins, her belly, her breasts, her cunt. .. .
"Keep fucking me, Don baby .. . harder, shove that cock in harder."
"I've got to cum soon, got to cum, Fran . .. cum soon!"
"Hurry, cum, my darling, and fill my pussy up with that hot juice. Cum baby."
The fire inside Lynn was burning now. She was in a mindless state of arousal, brought on by her own needs, by her six months of self-denial. She knew only one thing as she listened and fantasized; she too, had to have release, now! She was shaking and she felt faint, she had to do something to. ...
She stifled a sound and leaned against the wall outside the door, close enough to hear the lewdness inside the next room.
Chapter Three
She pulled up her nightgown with her left hand, exposing her thighs and the triangular softness of her dark, shapely cuntal mound. Lynn lowered her right hand to the mound and began to rub it lightly, unable to stop herself, rubbing harder and harder, her middle finger sliding along the wet crevice between her cuntlips, finding her aching, throbbing clitoris. She teased the erect member with her manicured fingernail. Pleasure rippled through her and she dropped her finger lower, slipping it into the tight mouth of her vagina, in and out, in and out, with her thumb now teasing hotly against her excitedly jerking clitoris.
Her left hand found her breast, massaged it, cupped it, pulling hard at the nipple. Passion seethed through her body. Her mouth was open and her breathing was labored; unintelligible excitement gurgled in her throat as she drew her fingers back to stroke the moistening curls of the shiny pubic hair.
She could feel the climax building within her, filling her with an almost forgotten delight. Her body rested firmly on her heels and she felt dizzy and spinning and in the air. Faster and faster and faster her middle finger rubbed across the sensitive flesh, churning the heat within her higher and higher, almost to the crest, to the brink, and her mind sang crazily, I'm going to cum, Don, I'm going to cum, I am. .. .
"I'm going to cum, Don, I'm going to cum I am. . .." Fran cried out in the next room. "Don ... Don, fuck me hard with your big beautiful cock, your wonderful hard cock . ..!"
Don's beautiful cock, Lynn thought hypnotized, my son's big beautiful hard cock!
And then, for the first time in six months, she knew the feeling of erupting release. She exploded between her thighs. The carpet was wet, her hands were wet, her cunt was wet.
She moaned softly in the darkness, and her body shook with inner vibrations. Her finger continued to rub hard across her jerking clitoris. Her climax seemed to last forever... an incredible eternity ... a tremendous orgasm ... before it ebbed.
She withdrew her hand and sat on the floor. Her eyes refused to focus and her head was covered in sweat. She forgot who she was and where she was. She remained in that position for a long moment, trying to catch her breath, her body weak and drained and still tingling. The sounds from the other room jolted her back to reality.
"Don . .. Don, make me cum now, make me cum!"
"We're almost there ... almost, Fran baby, my sweet fuck!"
Dear sweet Jesus, what have I done? She had fingered herself to orgasm ... she had cum while thinking about her own son's cock. Shame engulfed her ... shame and a deep revulsion swept over her in nauseous waves, and a low quiet moan of frustration came from her throat. She stood up, unsteadily, letting the nightgown drop down. Tears rolled from her eyes and she fled down the hall to her bedroom.
She threw herself on the bed, letting the tears and sobs flow easy from her mouth and eyes. Lynn was confused and frightened. She was filled with a self-hate and a terror. Her world had suddenly fallen down around her. This day, a day that had seemed so right and wonderful, this day she had waited for, this day was coming to an end. ...
"Hurry, cum . .. cum .. . cummm!" Fran sang excitedly, and Don echoed her words.
He fucked her deep and hard, pushing his big hard dick into the hot tight pussy of the young girl. He sent his wet finger far up into her asshole, as her finger crept into his anal depths. Don rammed his prick still harder into her, in time with his finger, while her finger performed the same rhythm inside his fluttering asshole. She held him tight between her thighs, opening and closing them around him in time to his long, hard cock thrusts, and he knew he would cum any second now.
"Fuuuucccckk me ... make me cum," Fran continued to sing out, spurring him on to greater heights, pounding her heels with the tempo on his back. Her eyes rolled in her head, her face contorted with lust as she sought her release.
"I'm there, Don, I'm cumming. Doonnnn, oohhh, Doonnnn!" The words burst from her throat in a low wail and she pulled her thighs back until her wide-spread crotch was pressed to his loins.
Don felt the warm love-juices of her climax burn and flow around his pounding cock as he rammed his body brutally against hers and she locked herself up on his prick with all her power. And then the heat which was building in his balls became unbearable and he gasped. Finally, the hot erupting love-lave began its rush from the swelling scrotum along the underside of his cock. He emptied his male sperm deep up into the warm depths of her hot, wet, lusting pussy. It took forever for that last droplet to reach its destination and then his cock began to deflate. He withdrew it slowly, trailing strands of semen along her belly as he rolled over beside her.
A few moments passed and then Fran said, in a contented voice, "Oh, Don, baby, you really know how to fuck! You're the greatest fucker in the world."
Don felt a mixture of pride and anger. "Have you done it with a lot of men, Fran?"
"Honey, I wasn't exactly a virgin when you met me. You knew that."
"Yeah, I guess I did. But I didn't think you had many guys."
"No, sweetie, not many. But you're the best anyhow."
He held the girl tightly, feeling her naked body against his, momentarily satisfied. He began to wonder if this was the type of woman he wanted to spend his life with. He was pretty certain he loved her, but did she love him? Or was it just the way he fucked that she liked? And if they married, would she be faithful?
The questions swept around in his brain as he lay there, but he couldn't find the answer for them. He wished she were more like his mother....
His mother!
Jesus, he wondered if his mother had heard them balling. It was bad enough she had to see them fondling each other in the afternoon, but if she overheard them fucking, and the things they had been saying to each other....
He could feel a cold sweat mounting around him. He prayed silently that she had slept soundly. He could never face her in the morning if he thought she had heard them making love.
The sound of footsteps in the room startled the two people. In the darkness, they could not see anything. Suddenly, they felt someone jump onto the bed.
"Heinz! How long have you been here?" Don asked, even feeling guilty at seeing his beloved dog. He could tell by the way Heinz was panting and sniffing at Fran's crotch, that he had been there long enough.
One thing he knew at that moment, there would be no more fucking Fran in that bed, or even in that house. He would not expose his mom to that, not after the way she had worked to have given him everything. No, when he and Fran wanted to screw, he would take her to Nixon Woods, a deserted place in the Northwest suburbs. Then they could do whatever they wanted and not worry about his mother ... his mom....
Lynn awoke early after a restless sleep and stared sadly at the ceiling. The shame she had felt after finger-fucking herself the night before was still with her. She was sick to her stomach and exhausted.
The guilt she felt was not from masturbation she had experienced-she had done that before-but over her image of Don's prick so firmly planted in her mind.
What is the matter with me? I must be sick, I must be crazy to have done it. I don't understand why. It's as if some deep hidden desire within me wants to have sex with my son. Oh, God, what a terrible thing, a mother wanting her own son, wanting to make love to her own son, wanting his prick deep inside her pussy. ...
Her thoughts made her body tremble and she rubbed at her swollen eyes. She felt confused, as if she had been through some kind of nightmare and couldn't come out of it. She was both disgusted and fascinated at the same time.
She blamed Fran Simon for turning her day of great joy into one of emotional upheaval. If Fran hadn't come home with Don, this turmoil and rage wouldn't be seething inside of her now. And how could she get rid of this girl? How could she tell Don how she felt about Fran? How could she order her out of the house without turning Don against her, without admitting to him that she had heard everything that went on the night before? There was no way, no way at all....
She lay in bed a while longer with her thoughts echoing through her mind, and then abruptly got out of bed, put on a robe and headed down the hall. It was quiet; Fran and Don were still asleep in separate rooms. Lynn went into the bathroom and took a long, hot shower, trying to pull herself together, Letting Don know about last night would solve nothing, and perhaps make everything worse.
In her bedroom, she put on a flowing caftan and tied her hair into a ponytail. She applied her makeup and gave herself a going-over in the mirror. Aside from a few shadows around her eyes, she looked fine. She tried to smile and, with a sigh, she went out and started preparing breakfast.
Don came into the kitchen twenty minutes later and kissed her on the cheek, as the aroma of sausage and eggs filled his nostrils. "Wow, Mom, that smells great."
Lynn smiled. "It's just about ready, Donnie," she said. "You'd better wake your ... girl. .. Fran."
"I've already done that. She'll be right in."
Don sat down at the table and slowly drank the orange juice his mother had poured for him. "Oh, Mom, it's sure great to be home. I've missed you, I really missed you."
Lynn felt her heart warm and the memory of last night faded a little. She felt better, just hearing her precious son say things like that to her. She looked at Don with deep love in her eyes, and tried to think of it as the love of a mother for her son, and nothing more.
"And I missed you too, darling, more than you'll ever know."
She loaded up his plate with sausage and eggs and gave it to him, fixing two more plates, not quite as heaping, for herself and Fran. She poured the coffee and was just sitting down as the young girl entered, wearing a pair of tight hotpants and a halter top. She gave Don a quick kiss on the cheek and had a warm, friendly smile on her face for his mother.
"Lovely day, isn't it, Mrs. Stolte?" She smiled as she sat down.
"Why yes, it really is, Fran," Lynn answered, trying to be friendly. "We've been having wonderful weather these past few weeks."
"I think I'll sunbathe out on the terrace today, if you don't mind," Fran said. "I'd really hate to lose this tan."
"Of course," Lynn said, as she reached down to give Heinz a piece of sausage. "And what are your plans for today, Don?"
"Hmm, not much really," he said. "I'll probably call a few of my friends and let them know I'm back in town, but I can do that later. I guess I'll hang around the house for now, and maybe take in a little sun with Fran."
Lynn sipped at her coffee. "I have a hair appointment later, and some shopping to do, so I'll be gone most of the day. Is there anything you want me to get while I'm out shopping-either of you?"
"No, I don't think so. What about you, Fran?"
"No, Mrs. Stolte, I have everything I need." She looked at Don's crotch, as she answered.
They continued talking about unimportant things during the pleasant breakfast, and even Fran joined in the conversation. Lynn felt better, although her mind was still somewhat confused, but some of the guilt feelings of the night before vanished.
After the dishes were done and the house straightened up, Lynn said good-bye to the two young people, got the car out of the garage and headed for NEW TOWN, where she bought a few groceries that wouldn't perish in the heat. It was such a beautiful day, she decided to walk around and look at the array of stores that lined Broadway, before heading for her appointment.
As she headed back to her car which was parked on Diversey, she stopped in front of a window to admire a dress in one of the better shops. She thought she heard someone calling her name, but when she looked around, she couldn't see a familiar face. She turned back to the dress store window and then heard it again.
"Lynn! Lynn Stolte!"
She turned around to see a handsome man hurrying across the street to her. She broke into a smile as she recognized him.
"Herb!" she said as he approached the sidewalk. "Herb Williams!"
"In the flesh," he answered smiling. "Jesus, Lynn, it's great to see you again. It's been ... how many years? Nine, I'll bet."
"Easily," she said as they both beamed at each other. "When did you return to Chicago? Are you visiting? Back to stay? The last I heard, you'd moved to Las Vegas."
"Yes, that's where I've been, but I couldn't stand that dry desert air, among other things, so I'm back here now, for good I hope. I just got back last week, and I've thought of calling you as soon as I got settled."
"Where are you staying?"
"Got this cute little coach house not far from here, around Fullerton."
"You must be doing well to afford that atmosphere. Property isn't cheap in this area any more, I hear."
"The adult novelty business is booming," he admitted. He took her hands in his and Lynn could feel pleasure at his touch. He looked at her. "God, you're as beautiful as ever, Lynn. Of course, I never expected anything different from you."
His words pleased her. "You haven't changed much either. A little gray at the temples, but it only makes you more handsome."
"Stop it, please. It'll go to my head!"
Lynn looked into his brown eyes, framed by a handsome face, and she felt a surge of excitement pour through her-the same excitement she felt for him long ago. Lynn Grady-her maiden name-and Herb Williams had grown up together, been high school sweethearts and had even mentioned marriage once or twice. They had a nice fun relationship, never made the fuck scene, but had indulged in heavy petting.
Once, in a quiet secluded woods, they almost reached the point of fucking, but before they could get that far, they had a fight and broke up on that very night. It was soon after that when Lynn met Jack Stolte-who literally swept her off her feet. She married Jack within a month, fancying herself deeply in love with him. It was later that she realized it was probably a rebound romance-her way of trying to forget Herb.
Herb was broken up when he heard about the marriage coming up for Lynn, but he realized it was for the best. He was not ready to settle down. He even showed up at their reception, and took movies of the evening for them. Photography had always been his hobby-a passion with him. He left a few years later and Lynn lost track of him-until now.
"Hey," Herb said, "it's almost lunchtime. How about eating with me? Your old man won't mind, I'm sure."
Lynn's smile left her face. "Herb, I . . . well, it's like this____"
Herb looked sober. "Hey, don't tell me you two have split up?"
"Not exactly," Lynn said. "Jack died about six years ago. It was a car accident. I'll tell you about it when we have more time."
Herb was silent for a moment. "I'm really sorry. I never liked Jack that much, but I am truly sorry."
"Herb, our marriage was over long before he died."
He put his arm through hers. "Well, I'll give you a fair warning-I intend to date you again, as I did in high school. You can turn me down, but I'll keep trying until you get too weak to fight me."
Lynn laughed. "Well, if you persist, I probably will give in."
"Let's start with lunch, okay?"
"Well, I have an appointment, but I think I can cancel it-or move it to a later hour. No problem."
"Great, Hey, let's go to Gino's on Rush street."
"That would be wonderful." Lynn always had liked the atmosphere of the little Italian restaurant.
They got into Herb's car-a new black Javelin, and Lynn felt happy and relaxed again. It was nice seeing Herb after so many years. The events of the night before were growing more distant each minute. She felt neither frightened nor worried.
She thought of how wonderful it would be if she and Herb got back together again. But maybe that was too much to hope for. Too many years had passed between them and she knew it wouldn't be exactly the same as before.
The thoughts stayed with her all the way to Gino's. She called the beauty salon and cancelled her appointment and then sat down in the booth with Herb, who had already ordered martini's for both of them.
"I don't usually drink martinis during the day, without a good reason. They go to my head. I never could handle them well. I guess running into you today is a good enough reason."
Herb smiled. "Drink it slowly. They make the best martinis in town. Gino's always did."
They toasted each other. Lynn thought Herb was right as usual. The drinks were really good. She felt relaxed and at ease and talked freely to him of her husband's death, and of his chasing around for the years before that time. She told him about Don and how grown up he had become. It was nice to have someone to talk to again.
Herb kept looking at her, but he was thinking his own thoughts. Jesus crap, I'd love to fuck her. I'd love to shove it into her. I always wanted her, then that silly fight and Jack coming along to ace me out of the picture. Can't say I'm sorry he's gone. I'm gonna shove it to her yet. My prick aches at the thought of sliding up her cunt.
Herb tried not to change his facial expressions at the lewd thoughts racing through his mind. He signaled the waiter for another round of drinks. Lynn tried to protest about drinking on an empty stomach, but she was having a good time and didn't really care.
She sipped her second drink slowly, and the gin flowed through her pleasantly, relaxing her even more. They reminisced about school days and the things they had done. She even made references to their more intimate moments. She knew she was getting a little high, but didn't give a damn.
Herb ordered a mushroom pizza and a bottle of wine. He thought he might get her drunk enough to go back home with him. She looked as though she might be starving for a little sex and he intended to satisfy her appetite.
The prospect of finally getting his cock into her cunt excited him. He held her hand, and she made no effort to remove it. He could feel his cock begging for room inside his pants, and he stared at her shapely breasts.
Damn, I wouldn't mind taking some nude pictures of her. In fact, I wouldn 't mind being in them myself. Wonder what she 'd think if she knew how I made most of my money, transporting underage girls over the state line for prostitution. White slavery, and some black slavery too. If she had any idea of why I left Las Vegas, one step ahead of the vice squad and the Mann act. All because of that bitch-mother of that hot-assed eleven-year-old girl. .. she practically wanted to be an equal partner.
The idea of taking nude pictures of Lynn intrigued him. The idea of fucking her intrigued him even more. He decided he would do both, and very soon-maybe later that day.
Lynn was well into her second glass of wine by that time. "I don't think you'd better have any more to drink."
"Don't be silly, Herb, there's not much alcohol in wine. I'd like one more."
She was feeling light-headed and her mind felt a little dull, from the liquor. Her cheeks felt hot, but she was having a great time and she deserved it!
As Lynn and Herb left the restaurant, she felt somewhat unsteady and hung onto Herb's arm. There was a flame in the pit of her stomach, and she giggled and laughed as they stepped into the sunlight.
"You know what? I'm glad I didn't have my hair done. I don't feel like having my hair done."
"Fine. I have an idea! Come on up to my place for some coffee. We can both use it. I'll show you my place and we can talk some more."
"Well, I don't know____"
"Come on, Lynn. It's been so long, and we have so much to catch up on. I don't want to lose sight of you again."
"All right, Mr. Williams. I accept your invitation, but don't let me stay long. I must be home to fix supper for Don."
"I'll get you back in plenty of time, I promise."
They drove to Fullerton and headed west to Grant Street, where Herb made a left turn and parked the car outside a little coach house-his coach house.
He showed her around the house, graced with pictures he had taken of the straight, clean variety. They went into the living room where he lit a fire in the fireplace.
"Ill put up a pot of coffee. Be gone just a minute. Stay where you are, baby. You look lovely sitting there."
Herb went quickly into the kitchen, put on a pot of water to boil, and added a little sloe gin to the cup, which would sweeten the coffee as sugar would, but a little more potent and undetectable.
He poured the boiling water into the cup, added some more sweetener-this time real sugar-and carried it in to Lynn. "Aren't you having any?" she said.
"No, not right now. Go ahead."
Lynn took a sip, smiled at Herb. "Just the way I like it. You remembered, Herb!"
He sat down next to her, his arm casually on the back of the couch above her shoulders, watching her drain the coffee and set the empty cup down on the table.
Herb carried on a light conversation, giving the liquor time to work on her. Her eyes were glazed and her cheeks were getting hotter.
When they reached a lull in the conversation, Herb took her chin in his hands and turned her face toward him. "Lynn," he whispered, "I want to kiss you, now."
"Oh, Herb, I don't. ..."
"Please, Lynn, just once."
She wet her lips. "Yes, I want to kiss you too, Herb." And she did want to kiss him. She felt so good inside, so close to him. It all seemed so natural and so perfect.
His mouth sought out hers, found it and her lips parted under his. He felt his cock having a spasm, and he pulled her body closer to his. Her breasts felt soft against his chest, soft and enticing He made the first kiss a gentle one, so as not to frighten her, but when she responded, he let his tongue flick across her lips and slide hotly into her mouth, which accepted the searching probe. Her own tongue responded, swirling against his.
Lynn knew she was becoming aroused-just as she had been aroused by him many times before as a young girl. She could feel her pussy becoming wet and creamy and dampening her panties. She opened and closed her legs in sexual tempo. Her nipples hardened beneath her bra and she trembled in his arms. It had been a long time since she had had sex, since she had been loved, and her masturbation of the night before and other nights only demanded that she be fulfilled.
Herb could feel the trembling and wanted to take advantage of it. His tongue moved faster while his hand slid down along her arm. Her breath was quickening to the rhythm and she clung to him.
He moved his hand up and slid it down along her back, almost to the curve of her ass, teasing her spine. His breathing kept the same pace as hers and his cock was getting stiffer. Lynn was getting hotter by the minute and Herb knew he would score with her for sure. He would finally be fucking Lynn Stolte-nee Grady-in no time at all.
Chapter Four
He decided not to waste any more precious time. He put the tips of his fingers lightly on her swelling tits. As he rubbed first one rounded globe and then the other, he could hear the sharp intake of her breath and feel the stiffening of her body. She made no effort to pull away, her mind dulled by the liquor, her body crying out with an urgent need and her desire to be caressed, overwhelming.
He ran his thumb along the bud of the hard nipple, while his heart pounded wildly in his chest. His cock leaped madly around beneath the material of his shorts and their tongues were fused. He slowly unbuttoned her blouse, reaching down inside her bra to touch her smooth ripe breast, causing her to moan in wild anticipation. He turned her body toward him, fitting it against his, burning with passion from head to toe.
He reached lower inside the bra, finding her nipple and pinching it almost painfully with his thumb and forefinger. He removed his hand and slid it down to her thigh, along the apex of her legs, with his middle finger extended to stroke the outside of her vaginal lips, cupping the full mound within the palm of his hand....
Suddenly reality overtook her mind, and she knew she couldn't let this happen. This wasn't the time or the place .. . she had to control herself. His body felt so good, so warm, so sincere. His kisses were electrifying, but she needed a better reason than just a violent need for release. It had to be genuine love. She needed time ... time.
She pulled her mouth away and twisted her body, removing his hand from her trembling crotch. She moved to the opposite side of the couch, trying to compose herself. She saw the desire written all over his face, and her heart went out to him.
"No, Herb, we can't do this. It's just not right. Not now, not yet. It's the liquor ... I was dizzy, but...."
Lynn, are you crazy? I'm burning up for you!"
"I'm sorry, really I am. I shouldn't have let it get this far."
The little bitch, he thought. She works me up to where my balls are ready to crack and calls it a day. I've got to fuck her. I can't force her. I've got to keep myself from tearing off her clothes and raping her. I've got to bide my time and cool it, and work up a line of shit to get her into bed with me . .. to get her to beg me to take her into bed, to fuck her.. ..
"You're right, honey," he forced himself to say. "I shouldn't have acted like that. I got carried away. The sight of you always did that to me. I've always wanted you, but not like this."
"You're so good, Herb. You always were."
"Is there a chance for us, tell me?"
The fire was still burning within her and she tried not to look at the bulge in his pants, getting smaller. She wanted him and yet she couldn't relent, not now, not yet....
"Yes, there's a chance, a good chance," she said.
"That's all that matters," Herb replied, standing up. "Have some more coffee and I'll drive you back to your car."
Herb walked out to the kitchen. He knew he hadn't scored yet, but he knew by the look in her eyes, it wouldn't take long ... next time for sure. And when he did, it would be a fuck she would remember forever, and one he wouldn't be likely to forget either.
Fran and Don were lying on the terrace outside the glassed-in living room. They had been there since shortly after Lynn had left, drinking cool drinks and soaking up the sun.
Don was wearing his lemon-colored tight trunks, showing off his well-tanned skin, and Fran wore a bikini that did little to hide her full breasts and triangular cuntal mound. Don lay on his back, half-a wake, half-asleep, as Fran sat beside him, her fingers running up and down his muscled arm.
"Don, honey, you know what I'd like to do right now?" she said and half-smiled.
"No, I can't guess," he said without wonder.
"I'd like to suck that big cock in your trunks."
"Oh, Fran, for Jesus's sake!" He sat up and looked at the beautiful girl.
"That's what I want to do. I want your big prick in my mouth, all the way down my throat so I can lick it around with my tongue and suck on it until that hot cum spurts out and goes down my throat."
Her choice of words always had the same effect on him. He could feel his cock spasm as it bulged out the front of his trunks into an erection. She slid her hands between his legs and stroked the hard pole and the balls, as her breath came faster.
"Fran, damn you! Stop it. What if someone sees us? What if Mom walks in?" He pushed her away, without force.
"No one can see us. The terrace walls are high enough, and we're laying on the floor. We're completely alone, and your mom won't be home for a long time, remember?"
"No, I said no and I mean it! Don't you ever take no for an answer?" But he knew she didn't.
The sensuous girl could feel his voice weakening and she flashed her sexiest smile. Don always melted like butter in the sun for her. She could make him do anything she wanted, and right now, she wanted to suck his prick. The thought of it made her cunt tingle and she could feel the lubrication starting in her pussy. She knelt down over him and unfastened the top of her bikini, letting her smooth tits fall in his face. She cupped them in her hands and offered them to Don.
"Don, wouldn't you like to nibble on these for a while? Wouldn't you like to play with them and suck the nipples? Wouldn't you like to sit on them, while I take your hard cock deep into my mouth?" Don knew the war was almost over and he was definitely losing the battle. He was always powerless with her where sex was concerned. Just listening to her words, watching her movements, touching her tits, would cause his cock to pulsate and his balls to fill to overflowing. His hands reached out over the soft breasts, squeezing them. Playing with her nipples.
Fran moaned as she reached down and gently removed his trunks, releasing the hard throbbing cock. Then she removed the bottom of her bikini. As she did so, she let her breasts sway against his fingers. He was hypnotized and cared about nothing at that moment but this luscious body hovering over him.
Fran's hands found the throbbing boy fuck pole and she held it in her palms, rubbing it up and down, slowly, with feeling. Don felt the exciting pleasure electrify his groin as the girl stroked his heavy balls, teasing them. She let her finger roam to the anal opening she had entered the night before, and Don felt as though he would burst.
The girl got up on all fours, still caressing the hard pole, and spread his legs apart. Her large tits swayed in front of his face and chest as she moved her body about.
She looked at the prick with its foreskin covering the head, and she was fascinated by its length and width. She let her fingertips run over it, slowly, enticingly. She bent down to kiss the moist organ, her lips probing every inch of it, until her mouth was filled with it. Don arched his back, driving his loins upward to sink the cock deep into the warm orifice, and she opened her lips wide to accept his offering.
Don groaned in pain, pleasure and delight.
Her tongue licked crazily at his shaft and she sucked his cockhead lovingly and slowly, making him cry out, causing him to twist his body. She twirled her tongue around the blood-swollen head. She kissed his testicles and nibbled at the bottom of his cock, taking some of the thick hair in her mouth, letting her saliva wet it. She slid her tongue up and down along the tremendous rounded tip and even between the lips of the slit in the end.
Her pussy burned and her tits were like granite. She wanted to fuck him, but she was enjoying the blow-job she was expertly giving him. She moved her head up and down on his cock as she held the shaft tight in her hand. She rolled his balls around with her other hand as he sighed and moved his body.
She sucked hungrily at his cock, while shivers of sensual delight coursed through her. Then she pulled away from his cock again and began to suck on his nuts. They were heavy, filled with hot cream waiting for release. She licked at the underside of his scrotum.
Her tongue flicked at the cockhead, making it convulse. She loved this job more than any other in the world.
"Oooohhhhh!" All that could be heard was
Don's deep moan, as his aching prick was being worked over so lovingly.
"Woooowwww!" Fran joined him in the chant, thinking only about sucking his dick to cumming, letting his balls erupt and fill her mouth, her throat, like an ice cream soda through a straw. ...
Herb and Lynn finished their coffee and he drove her back to the car. She still wasn't completely sober, but she felt she could drive home. Herb thought it would be best if he followed her home to see that she got there safely. The sight of her Gremlin made him laugh, as he pulled up next to it in his Javelin. They both loved American Motors and thought it might have something to do with the fact that they had many good times in their school days, having picnics up in Wisconsin, where they made the cars.
Lynn was in a happy mood as she drove the Gremlin carefully down the outer drive, glancing now and then at the Javelin keeping close behind her. She pulled her car into the garage, while Herb found parking on the street. They joined each other in front of the apartment building.
"See, Mister Smartie, I told you I was able to drive."
"You did great, Lynn, but I'm still glad I stayed behind you. I'm responsible for the condition you're in."
"Okay, I'll pay you back now with a cup of coffee. Anyhow, I'd like you to come up and see Donnie. You'll be shocked at how grown up he is. I wonder if he'll know who you are, it's been so long since he's seen you."
Herb wasn't anxious to see Don, but he didn't want to tell Lynn that. Anyone could see how she glowed when she spoke of her son. They locked arms and headed inside the building and into the elevator.
The apartment was quiet as they entered the narrow hallway, using Lynn's key. She wondered if Don and Fran had gone out.
They stepped into the living room and Herb glanced out at the terrace. "Holy shit!" he said.
Lynn looked in the direction of his eyes, and froze . .. shocked at the sight that greeted her eyes. She stared but did not move.
There they were, her son and the filthy bitch, naked in the sunlight, her head between his legs, her tits hitting him, their bodies moving in rhythm, her mouth engulfing his beautiful clean dick, up and down, up and down, her filthy tongue flicking in and out over the beautiful fleshy cockhead. Her son's erect cock shining in the late afternoon sun. That pure cock that she loved so much, that she ached to touch.
Why, it's bigger than I even imagined! It's beautiful and fascinating. That's my son's cock, his prick, his penis, his balls, his testicles. ...
She stared enraptured at the huge organ, and at the girl performing fellatio on it. A low scream left her lips. She wanted to escape the sight, but she knew she was too fascinated to move. And besides that, Herb was holding her in such a way that she - could not turn her head away from it.
She could hear her son moan with delight and pain, as the girl crouched over him.
She could hear Fran respond in a garbled sound, as she increased her sucking speed on his prick.
Lynn's eyes bulged at the sight, but she no longer saw the girl. Her full vision was on her son, with his tanned body ... the nude body she had not seen for so long... her focus planted firmly on his thick prick and heavy sperm-bloated balls.
My God, it's big, at least nine inches long! It's bigger than his father's was. How I'd love to have that deep inside of me.. .. Her thoughts confused her as they always did.
She realized again what she was thinking, but this time she couldn't erase the thoughts. The sight was shocking, she knew, but she was a captive audience. The liquor was running through her veins again, and she didn't care what she thought, only what she saw. She was looking at his magnificent body, and it belonged to her son, her Donnie, her little boy, her man. .. . She felt her pussy swell up with excitement as the heat rose inside her loins. Her nipples became taut and her breasts ached to have her son suck on them. Her breath came in short, spasmodic sounds.
She was conscious of the fact that she was not the only one being aroused by the sight. She could feel Herb's hot breath behind her.
She was right. .. Donnie certainly had grown up. This well-hung man and this cock-sucking girl were not playing doctor . . .He looked at the girl's tits and pussy. He knew he would give anything to trade places with the young stud enjoying the hot-wet cock-eating mouth.
He felt his own cock start to pulsate and grow and beg for freedom. He knew that Lynn was excited watching too, and he intended to use it to his advantage. He was disappointed a short while ago, coming so close to fucking her and being rejected. Maybe this day wouldn't be so bad after all. She was ready and watching this blow-job was exciting her to the point of arousal.
Herb's cock was rigid and throbbing as he held Lynn tightly, standing in back of her. She could feel the bulge of his prick, as it touched up against her ass. He moved closer, and she didn't resist him She leaned back so that her buttocks were up against the shaft and Herb could feel premature cum make its way out of his cockhead. Lynn still stood watching the cock she so adored.
Herb held her more tightly, undulating his body across her ass cheeks. His breathing was rapid, but he realized that Lynn did not even feel the hard prick or hear his hot breathing. She was in another world.
He leaned closer and whispered, "Look, baby, look at your son and his girl having a wild time. Look at the way she sucks that hard cock, kissing it, playing with it, taking pleasure in it... and look at him, enjoying every minute of it."
Lynn could not reply. Words wouldn't come out of her mouth. What is he talking about?Doesn't he realize that it's me sucking on Donnie's cock. I'm not watching another girl. I'm watching me .. . I'm sucking my own son off. Her brain whirled around at the thought.
Neither Lynn nor Herb were conscious of Heinz' entrance as they stood mesmerized. He lay down near them and could feel the odor of sex permeate the room. His male animal prick became rigid as he watched the couple on the terrace and the couple directly over him. His panting and hard breathing blended in with theirs.
Don could feel the pressure mounting in his young loins and he thought about filling Fran's mouth with his cum. He pumped harder and the girl sucked harder. He was waiting for the final release of semen from his swollen ball sac.
The girl squeezed and kneaded the balls, sucking faster and using every trick she was capable of to bring him to a climax. She wanted that hot love-juice in her mouth, making its way down to her belly.
Lynn wanted to move away from Herb, but she knew she couldn't. Her pussy was hot with fire, and she felt the passion rising in her loins. She moved her ass in rhythm with the couple on the terrace, while Herb continued to whisper in her ear. "Look, baby, look at them. They're having fun, aren't they? It's exciting . . . watch what they do .. . that's what you should be doing ... we should be doing...."
His hands moved up her arms to her shoulders and one hand reached around and came to rest on the top of her breast. He massaged the pliant gland and squeezed at the delicate nipple, which was already hard.
Both her body and her brain were frozen. Only her desire was mounting rapidly. She felt a hardness behind her and knew a cock was rubbing up and down her buttocks.
She trembled as she became more aware. It felt good. She wanted to stop it, but she had no power-only lusting passion.
Herb's hand was soon joined by his other hand, each holding a tender breast, and his erect cock was grinding hotly into her buttocks. Her nipples quivered and her hips began to undulate wildly. Her nipples were being squeezed, but her gaze never left the couple on the terrace, especially the thick organ dancing in the sunlight.
Herb worked at her breasts, certain this time he would fuck her.
He bent her over, still whispering lewd words in her ear. He removed one hand from her breast and carefully unfastened her slacks. He pulled them down along with her panties, and again she offered no resistance. They lay in a heap around her ankles and she unconsciously stepped out of them. He slid his pants down, leaving his shorts on. His fingers rubbed over her ass, until she moaned softly.
"That's nice, isn't it? It feels good, doesn't it?
I've got something else for you ... something long and hard and very hot."
She loved being touched and caressed, on her breasts, between her legs, in her soft downy cuntal valley, which was now moist with desire. He parted her legs slightly and stroked her from behind.
She watched the moving bodies on the terrace and she felt totally consumed by emotion seething through her body. She gasped and wondered why they didn't hear her. The couple would not have felt an earthquake nor heard a twenty-one-gun salute right then. They were enmeshed in each other.
"I'm going to fuck you now, Lynn," Herb whispered in her ear. "I'm going to stick my big hard cock inside of your cunt like I always thought about doing."
She heard the words but her brain was too confused to respond. Yes, fuck me, Bonnie, right here and now. I need your cock.
Herb pulled her trembling buttocks far apart with his quick fingers, revealing the slit between her thighs. His other hand left her breast to offer help, spreading the cheeks so that the tight anus seemed to widen, causing her to groan again. He teased his middle finger down and under the soft tunnel, moving with a slowness along the outer wall of her cunt and then moving upward to the aroused clitoris. Lynn felt tingles of desire as the man manipulated her cunt.
He maintained the stroking of her trembling clitoris as his other hand deftly removed his shorts. His cock, swollen with blood and semen, felt near-ready to erupt as it leapt into view. He pressed it forward to where his finger was. He worked around to the front of the women and slipped his cock between her legs, while his finger continued to stroke the fiery cuntal opening.
She opened and closed her legs without realizing what she was doing. Her eyes still watched her son and his cock-sucking girl friend.
Herb worked the tip of his dick into her vagina, removing his finger at the same time. He didn't want to impale her pussy immediately. He had to go slow, careful not to bring her out of the trance she was in. He didn't want to spoil the moment. He knew it would be the best fuck he ever had. He had waited so long for it.
Slowly, he worked the entire head of his swollen cock up and down the downly slit, while the pressure in his testicles mounted. He forced himself to go slow, but it was getting difficult. Lynn was panting wildly, churning her body, rubbing her hands on her sensuous breasts, all the while watching the couple on the terrace.
Herb could stand it no longer. "Lynn, I'm going to fuck you. My cock's going to fuck your beautiful cunt. . . ."
Lynn waited in anticipation, the lewd words exciting her, making the juices flow from her cunt around his cockhead. She spread her legs wider at his command. Herb sat down on a chair .directly behind him, holding the woman tightly and pulling her slowly down, giving him access to the tight, moist, hot cunt.
His cock slowly entered her pliant vagina as she lowered herself over it. He gritted his teeth to keep from slamming it into her. Another inch inside her pussy and then another. He wanted all ten inches engulfed by her wet, creamy cunt.
J feel it inside me, Donnie, don't stop now. I can feel that young cock rising in my cunt. It feels so good inside me. . .. She knew there was something wrong with her thoughts, but she didn't quite know what it was.
More of the prick entered her and her cunt accepted it happily. The balls hung like weights, ready to explode. His dick was finally inside his high school sweetheart's pussy, the one he had always longed to fuck.
"MMMMMM," Lynn moaned in ecstasy as the hard pole completed its travels deep inside her pussy. The walls of her cunt enveloped it and he groaned, raising her a little to withdraw it a bit, and then lowered her, shoving it all the way home. Then faster and faster. He couldn't take it easy any longer.
His hands were kneading her ass cheeks. His fucked her pussy hard and she moved her body to accommodate the act. Raising and lowering herself to suck the cock in and out of her body, and seeing only her son and the cock-sucking girl. .. through the terrace window.
Out on the terrace, Don was moments away from cumming. Fran's mouth was working feverishly around the pumping pole. His prick began to convulse wildly and, suddenly without warning, rush after rush of burning love-juice spurted from his organ, filling the girl's mouth so quickly, she thought she would choke. She squeezed at his testicles as if to wring them dry and caught every drop in her hungry mouth.
Don pulled her hair at the same time, pushing her head deeper between his legs, burying his prick in her throat, until he was emptied of every drop of sperm and her mouth was full of the creamy boy cum.
The young girl still nibbled at the deflating organ, milking it dry. Don was exhausted and a sigh of satisfaction escaped his lips. Fran collapsed, exhausted too. She lay over Don, who held her tightly, kissing her lips still wet with his cum. They had no idea what was taking place in the house, a few feet away from them.
Lynn knew what was taking place on the terrace, but she too, was not aware fully of what was taking place in the house. She watched her son cum in the girl's mouth. She watched his hard-on gradually disappear. But as she watched him cum, she sought to achieve her orgasm at the same time ... with her son.
And she did! Suddenly, she came and felt pleasure so intense, it consumed her entire body. It was better than her husband, better than her finger ... it was her own sweet son.
Herb's balls were churning and banging into the greedy vagina. He felt Lynn cumming and her love-juice gushed around his hard cock, and then his own cum erupted. He loved it. It was good, the way he knew it would be.
Lynn felt Herb's cum running into her like hot oil, through her cunt and down her leg. And when the last spurt had left his cock, the hard prick gradually softened and slipped out. And with it, Lynn slipped back into reality.
With the realization, came the advent of horror, shame and humiliation. And also the fact that she wasn't fulfilled. She suddenly felt unrewarded. This was not the cock she was imagining. It was older than the one she was dreaming of. She had a desire and a passion for a cock up her cunt, but not the one that now lay limp, leaking residual cum, in front of her pussy. It was Don's cock she had thought was fucking her.
"Oh, God, dear God, what have I done?" She stood up immediately, pulling away from the exhausted, cum-drained man. She glanced at the terrace windows. There was her son. with the girl in his arms, and his cock as limp as the one that had just fucked her. And yet, even limp, it was more appealing.
"Lynn. .. ." Herb started to say.
Lynn looked at her nakedness in horror. She looked at the wet sperm on her pubic hairs. She felt the hot blush of shame. She saw him today for the first time in nine years, and gave herself to him . .. while watching her son's cock being sucked by another woman ... a young girl. And all the while, she had thought it was Donnie fucking her, Donnie cumming way up in her pussy.
"Get out, Herb, please get out. Go away and don't come back again. Leave me alone, please...."
Herb bit his lip. "Lynn, please ... let me____"
"Just go, now!" She gathered up her clothes and ran from the room.
Herb quickly put on his clothes and left the apartment, slipping quietly out the door. He got into his Javelin and headed home.
Twenty minutes later, Fran and Don, again in their bathing suits, entered the apartment. It was quiet inside and they had no idea of what had taken place, and of being watched by the man and the mother.
Heinz ran to Don as they opened the sliding doors, excited and barking.
"Hey, what's with you, Heinzie old pal? You sound as though you want to tell us something. Doesn't he, Fran? Well, come on, let's romp a little while you tell me what's on your mind.. .."
Chapter Five
Lynn ran into her bedroom, locking the door behind her. She threw her clothes on the floor and her body on the bed. Her brain was whirling around with a terrible guilt. She felt as though she was going insane. She thought of the night before, of running into Herb, of what had happened in the last hour. She thought of Don and Fran and the feeling came back again. She wanted her own son, and there was no denying it. She wanted him, not as a son, but as a lover. And her wanting him and watching him had allowed her to let Herb fuck her ... like an animal, while she watched her son's beautiful dick being eaten up by the filthy girl who had invaded her life.
It ate away at her brain. Maybe she needed help, the help of a good shrink. She couldn't delude herself any longer. What she felt wasn't sane and healthy. She wanted sex with her son. She knew that Herb didn't love her. He only wanted her body, another woman to add to his collection. That was why he took advantage of the situation. He used his sickness to satisfy himself, sexually. She felt completely alone and helpless.
She could feel herself break out into a cold sweat and her body shook uncontrollably. She had to find something to take her mind off the churning in her stomach. She gazed wildly around the room and her eyes came to rest on a bottle of imported cognac which Jack had given to her in one of his more generous moments. It had remained unopened, until now. She dashed to the dresser, took the bottle, broke the seal and put it to her mouth, drinking. ...
The strong liquid flowed into her stomach, burning her throat along the way. She stopped to breathe and drank again. And again. The liquor began to numb her. She emptied more than half the bottle, and she could feel it working on her, calming her down, relaxing her.
She staggered back to the bed, putting the bottle down on the night table next to her. Her brain was beginning to get fuzzy and her mind grew weak and sluggish from the effects of the alcohol. She still shook, but panic no longer gripped her. She looked at her naked body, with the dried cum still on it, and moaned low.
Naked, she again threw herself across her bed, burying her face in the pillow. She wanted to pass out, but she didn't. She felt as though she were on a merry-go-round. She let the tears flow freely. She felt her body shake, and she was alone.
It took quite a while before Don discovered that his mother was home.
He was feeling tired but happy, the way he always did after sex with Fran. They sat around talking for a while about their future and the telephone rang twice. Both times, the calls were for Don-grade school friends, who had heard he was at home and wanted to see him. He planned to meet them that night at the Friendly, an old school hangout. He looked forward to talking about old times, and one friend, Lenny Farrell, hinted that they would have some pot to liven up the evening. Don liked that. He had smoked a joint every now and then and enjoyed it. Since the evening was to be a stag, he wasn't taking Fran along, and it was obvious she wasn't happy about the whole thing. Don decided to go downstairs to the storage room and see if his mini-bike was in working condition-and that was when he spotted his mother's car in the garage.
Fear ran through him and he became worried. He hadn't seen her come home-he hadn't heard her in the apartment. She must have returned while they were on the terrace. He wondered if she had seen them .. . seen Fran sucking his prick?
Holy fuck! If she had seen them, how would he ever face her again? And she'd hate them both. Damn Fran for weakening him to the point of submission! Why hadn't he kept his promise to himself ... no more sex in that apartment? But no, he didn't, and there she was giving him a blow-job to top all others and maybe, just maybe. ...
Where was his mother? In her bedroom? She must be. But why? All he could think of was thai she had seen them, been shocked and locked herself away from the sight.
He ran back into the apartment as soon as the elevator hit his floor, ignoring Fran, and knocked softly on his mother's closed door. "Mom, Mom, are you in there?"
Silence.
He knocked again a little louder, calling her name. He tried the door and found it locked from the inside.
A muffled voice sounding a bit like his mother's answered. "Yes, what do you want, Donnie?"
"Why is your room locked? Is something wrong, Mom?"
Silence and then. ...
"No, dear, I'm fine. Everything's fine. I have a bad headache and wanted to sleep."
"When did you get home?" Don was frightened.
"Oh ... about an hour ago, I think. I didn't see you anywhere and went right to my room. I've been getting these headaches, off and on, since the hepatitis."
Don felt relief rush through him, weakening him.
"Did you take something for it? Is there something I can get you?"
"Thanks, dear, but I've taken some pills that the doctor prescribed. If I stay in bed, I'll feel better later."
"Do you need a doctor?"
"No, just a little rest."
"Okay, Mom. If you need anything, let me know."
"Yes, dear, I'll be fine. ..." her voice trailed off.
"Don't worry about supper. Fran and I'll find something in the 'frig."
"Okay," Lynn called to him.
"I'm supposed to go see some of the guys tonight, but if you'd rather, I won't go. . .."
"You go, Donnie. I'll be just fine. Have fun." "Fran'll be here in case you need anything."
Don felt concerned.
"I won't need ... her for anything."
"I'm taking the mini. It seems to be in fine shape."
"Yes, I had the garage attendant check it every now and then."
"What's the matter?" Fran smiled at her lover. "Why'd you go running through here a few minutes ago?"
"No reason ... had to get to the John fast." That made Fran smile. Don didn't feel like arguing with her at this point. But he made a promise to himself again, one which he intended to keep. No more fucking around in this house.
"Oh, by the way, Mom's home. She doesn't feel well, so we'll get our own supper."
"What's wrong with her?"
"Just a headache."
"Too bad." She didn't mean it.
"Listen, when I'm gone tonight, if she needs anything, get it for her. And check her once in a while to see if she's all right."
"Yes, dearie."
"Well, woman, get into the kitchen and see how domestic you can be."
"Truthfully, I'm better at other things, but I'll try." She leaned over and kissed him, letting her breasts fall on his head.
They ended up with a tossed salad and sliced beef sandwiches. Fran didn't come anywhere near his mother in the kitchen department, but he praised her anyhow. She loved it and beamed as he ate.
After eating, he knocked on Lynn's door again, but there was no answer. She must be asleep, he thought. He took a shower and changed into clean Levi's and sports shirt, being careful to lock the bathroom door, so Fran wouldn't get any ideas about making love. Fran was watching television when he emerged, fresh and clean.
"You look handsome," she noted.
He kissed her. "I'll be leaving now, honey."
"Yeah, have fun with the boys, but don't pick up any girls."
"Don't worry about that. I couldn't handle a girl tonight, after this afternoon with you. And remember to check on Mom later. But don't wake her if she's asleep."
"Sure."
"I'll be home before midnight, probably."
When he left, Fran went back to watching her television show, but instead of seeing the picture, she saw only a mental picture of Don's young, thick cock, and she thought about what they would do when he got home later that evening.
The room was dark when Lynn opened her eyes.
She sat up quickly in bed, feeling panicky. Then her mind cleared itself of sleep and she knew where she was.
Again the feeling of shame and disgust, swept over her.
The effects of the liquor had left her feeling dry-and her mind felt sick. She reached for the cognac again and drank deeply, leaving next to nothing in the once-full bottle. She had to pee, so she put on her robe, unlocked the door and headed for the bathroom. She remembered that Don had left, but she knew Fran-the whore-bitch-was there somewhere.
To avoid the girl, she walked quietly down the hall, splashed cold water on her face, and took a refreshing pee. She came back into her room, feeling dizzy and off-balance. She didn't bother to lock her door this time. Lynn felt the sweat as she removed her robe and lay naked on the bed. Sleep was the only thing she wanted now. .. .
She might have fallen asleep, but the faint sound of her door being opened penetrated her foggy brain. She tried to open her eyes and focus them, but they felt heavy. She could see a shadow moving across the room. "Mrs. Stolte, can I get you anything? I hope you're feeling better."
Heinz had followed the young girl into the room and lay quietly near the bed, in the darkness.
"No, I don't want ... who is it, Fran?"
"Yes, it's Fran."
"Get out, you ... bitch, get out."
"What did you say, Mrs. Stolte?" The girl raised her voice.
"You... you're corrupting my son, my Donnie."
"I wouldn't corrupt your little boy, Mrs. Stolte."
Lynn's mind was foggy. She was drifting in a haze and couldn't think rationally. But she had to talk.
"I heard . .. heard you and Donnie last night. I saw what you were doing and today, when I came home ... I saw your mouth on his penis, my little boy being sucked off by you. Herb was with me, we both saw, and I let him fuck me while you were blowing my son ... and...."
Fran could not believe her ears. This prim and proper widow watched her son getting a blow-job while her friend fucked her. But Fran believed it... why else would Lynn say it? Why would she be laying here now, drunk and naked, and why would she be calling Fran names?
Fran had to suppress her laughter. This was really funny to her! What would dear Donnie say if he heard this? His mother watching his cock get sucked and being so excited by it, she let some guy fuck her at the same time. She could never tell Don what she had heard. He might be a little square at times, but she was fond of the boy. She knew that one day she would tire of him, but for now, he was the best.
Fran looked at the naked woman on the bed. She looked at her proud tits and her flat belly. She looked at the dark hair covering her cunt, and thought how well this woman was built. She wondered....
The girl felt a stirring in her loins and her clitoris began to tickle with desire. Her mind went back to Sausalito, where she had gone two years ago with her friend, Paula Thompson. They were on an isolated beach and the day was hot, so they swam nude. Later, on the towel and still nude, their bodies touched each other and before they realized it, they were tongue kissing, hands running all over each other's bodies. They kissed each others breasts and then Paula turned in a sixty-nine position and started to kiss Fran's pussy, sliding her tongue in and out of her vagina and tasting her flesh, and Fran responded, doing the same thing. It was the first time she had tasted another girl's cunt and she didn't mind at all.. ..
The girl could feel her pussy getting moist at the memory and her nipples turned to stone under her nightgown, which she had slipped into earlier. Although she preferred a man, a hot masculine body with a big hard prick attached, she enjoyed that day with Paula and the many days thereafter, when they got together in a sixty-nine. It had been over a year since she had had sex with a woman . .. and it was a fascinating experience. ...
She stared again at the naked flesh. Did she dare try? If Lynn woke up and found it happening, she would tell Don and even her parents. She knew she shouldn't, but she was hot-blooded and loved a challenge. And it was all so funny. She could corrupt the mother as well as the son. It would be something to laugh about for years!
She knew the answer before she asked the question. Her cunt was hot now, on fire, and it was either Mrs. Stolte or her finger.
She leaned over the hazy woman. "Mrs. Stolte, you're wrong about me. I'm your friend, do you understand? Your friend." "Go away!"
"Mom, I'm your friend. I wouldn't hurt Donnie. I love him. We both love him and that makes us close friends, very close.. .."
Fran tried not to listen, but certain words played in her head. Friend... Donnie... Mom. . ..
She embraced the girl. "I'm sick, I need help."
"I know you do, Mom, and I'll help you. Just relax. I'm here and I'll take care of you." She had to fight back a laugh.
Fran gently sat on the bed, next to the naked woman, who lay there with her eyes closed. Lynn was aware of someone stroking her hand gently. She heard a voice. "You're beautiful and I love you . . . Mom."
In her fog, Lynn could only hear the word Mom, and her subconscious told her it was Donnie. "Oh. Donnie, I love you, my Donnie. . .." "And I love you," the girl whispered. In that moment, she knew the whole story. She knew that this half-sleeping woman wanted to go to bed with her son. She was possessive of him, but not with a mother's love. That explained her getting turned on watching his dick being sucked. She got horny at seeing her son's cock, and she imagined herself blowing him.
All Fran had to do now, was convince her that she was Don, and her legs would spread open quick. When she woke up, she would think it was a dream brought on by alcohol. She would actually seduce her lover's mother, without her ever knowing it.
"I want to touch you, Mom, to caress you. I've wanted to for so long. Your skin is so beautiful and I want to touch it, Mom."
Donnie? Why're you talking like that? Don't touch me, please don't. I want you too, but I'm afraid. Please, Donnie... .
Fran's hands began to move slowly down her arms, along her sides. Then they found the tender breasts and the hard nipples. She slid her hands over the beautiful matronly body, knowing that she was in full command, and she would soon possess this body.
The young girl's hands completely engulfed Lynn's breasts. She watched the nipples rise under her fingers, growing hard, and she brushed her fingers first against one nipple and then the other.
Donnie's playing with my tits! Oh, Donnie, it feels so good. Stop it, you must stop it! No don't stop, Donnie, keep doing it!
"Donnie," the mother moaned. "Ooohhh, Donnie!"
The lewd girl continued to rub the stiff nipples and let her hands wander over the woman's shoulders, her breasts, her belly, slowly reaching the dark, soft pubic hair. Then one of her fingers parted the pulsating vaginal lips between the woman's legs, her fingernail touching the tip of the clitoris, until it erected. She stroked it carefully.
Lynn's hips began to undulate wildly. Her hazy mind was filled with passion for her son. ...
With her free hand, Fran stripped herself naked quickly. She tossed her clothes in a heap at the foot of the bed, all the while stroking the clitoris of the boy's mother. She ran her hot moist lips over the woman's mouth, her tongue flicking in and out in tempo with her finger. Lynn reached up and put her arm around the person invading her.
Donnie, my dear, this is wrong. It's wrong for you to kiss me like this, to touch me like this. But I don't care! I love you. Now love me, Donnie. Kiss me, touch me. . ..
Her thoughts ran wildly through her foggy mind. Passion soared within her as her tongue met with the girl's tongue, burying itself deep in her throat. Her hands locked around the girl's neck, pulling her down to meet her. The passion she had thought she felt in the afternoon with Herb, was now real.
This time it was her son Donnie making love to her....
Fran quickly lay down beside the mother, moving hard against her, her own passion reaching great heights. She began to kiss the taut nipples, the belly and the satiny mound of Lynn's hot pussy.
Fran massaged the woman's body gently until she reached the tender thighs, which she parted to reveal the moist slit. She planted hot kisses over the pubic hair, her tongue reaching out, her body moving lower on the sheets, seeking out the clitoris.
She reached her destination and began to tease it. Lynn's hands reached down to cup the girl's face. The girl's hands moved up to the firm breasts, squeezing them wildly, while her mouth and tongue continued to tease the woman's clitoris.
She took a gentle bite of the nub, running her tongue around it in circles, while the woman cried out in delight and painful pleasure.
Donnie, her hazy brain thought, I love to feel your lips between my legs, kissing my pussy, loving me. Why didn't your father love me like this? Don't ever stop, I want to cum in your mouth, the way you did in that awful girl's mouth.. ..
She was beyond caring. Her passion consumed her mind, her thoughts. She tossed her head from side to side, thinking only of her son violating her cunt with his sweet mouth. The girl began to fuck the mother, orally, sliding her hot tongue into the orifice and out, faster and faster.
She brought her hands down and under Lynn's thighs, pushing them up until the mother's hips were high off the bed and pressing tightly against her face. She thrust her tongue deep into the liquid depths of Lynn Stolte's wide-spread pussy.
Lynn's ass jerked wildly beneath the hot tongue. She cried out Donnie's name over and over, almost insanely. And the girl stepped up her mouthing and tonguing of the woman. Suddenly, she drew her tongue out and moved it downward to the anus. The woman moaned in rapture and delight. The girl's tongue was now at the anal opening, and she thrust it into the tight hole, opening it wide enough to accept her oral member. Lynn's body shook uncontrollably from the sensual pleasure that had taken control of her body. .. .
Fran knew she would cum very soon. The taste of the pussy in her mouth, the taste of the anus . . . she was near the brink of orgasm. She loved each and every minute of it. It was better than she had expected. As her tongue slipped out of the woman's pungent asshole and back into her flavorful cunt, Fran took her hand, spread her own legs and squeezed her hot, wet pussy. Then her finger found her own aching clitoris and she stroked it maddeningly. She wanted to cum for she knew the woman was ready. She moved her hand faster and faster on her clit... .
Lynn moaned from the hot lickings of her moist vaginal opening. Her thighs quivered wildly and she held the girl's face tightly, pressing it harder into her cunt. She wanted to cum, she had to cum, Donnie was eating her cunt and she wanted to cum for him!
And then it happened! She reached her climax. Her body convulsed and her face twisted into a contorted mask. She cried out, "Ooooohhhhh, Donnie, I'm cumming, I'm cuuuummmmingggg."
The climax raced through her body. Her heart beat wildly. Her mind was aware of the pleasure of her orgasm. Her hot flowing love-juice gushed over Fran's tongue and into her eagerly swallowing mouth.
Fran felt the older woman cumming, she tasted the delicious hot liquid and her own climax gushed through her sex flesh. Her finger worked hard on her own clitoris, as the release of cumming flowed through her, and still her tongue was active in the woman's cunt.
"Aaaaahhhhhh!" She cried out, enraptured.
"Oooohhhh!" The older woman moaned in unison.
And then it was over. Lynn's mind, consumed by the alcohol and the orgasm, refused to allow her to think of it. She gave a sigh and abruptly fell into a deep sleep.
She never felt the tongue leave her pussy. She never felt the soft kiss the young girl planted on her wet cunt. She never heard the girl slip out of the darkness of the room, her clothes in her hand. She never heard the lewd laugh as the girl stepped into the hall. She never saw Heinz as he jumped up on the bed and lay down near her.
Lynn was only thinking of her son, and telling herself that what they had done tonight was right. Everything was right....
She fell into a deeper sleep. Heinz put his head on his front paws and moaned, and then closed his eyes and also slept.
Chapter Six
Lynn had a dream.
She was standing in her wedding gown, standing in the garden near the flowers. She had just posed with her bridesmaids, and now she was alone for a moment. She looked up into the sky, on the bright beautiful day she was finding to be the most beautiful of her life, and watched the clouds drift by. She felt happy, content, as she'd never felt in her life. She was finally married, married to a beautiful man, the man she had had a whirlwind courtship with, her own Jack.
And there he was moving toward her, out of the house where the reception was being held, eager to hold her in his arms, free of the crowd, and kiss her and tell her, privately, what he'd been telling her all day-that he loved her.
Lynn sat down on the little stone bench and waited for him, all dressed up in his morning suit, looking more handsome than she had ever seen him. She turned her head, ready to play the shy girl as he came up to her, looking at the roses.
"Darling," he said softly.
She could feel his hand touching her bridal veil, just touching lightly, gently, sliding his fingers down to move over her ear and then her neck. She turned and saw his striped trousers, and pressed her head a little against his leg. Then she brought her hand up and took his hand, clasping them tight.
"Oh, darling Lynn, I love you so much," he whispered.
She pressed her head against his leg harder as he held her hand tightly.
"I wish we could leave right now, run away from all these people."
Lynn smiled. Yes, she would like to run away, too, but not yet, not till she had proved to all her friends that her wedding was the best ever, till all the dancing was done, till all the guests had ...
His voice sounded different!
Lynn suddenly realized that, even whispering, Jack's voice sounded different somehow, higher, lighter. She pulled her head away for a moment and looked up. She froze in shock.
Standing there, all dressed up, was Donnie-her son! She had married her son! She was holding his hand and pressing her head against his leg, very near his penis. He'd run his fingers over her white veil and told her he loved her.
Donnie! Lynn's eyes were red suddenly. It wasn't Jack, it wasn't the man she thought, it was Donnie, Don! He was fourteen, a mature and wonderfully manly fourteen, and he was her husband now-she was his bride.
"Lynn," Don said, looking down at her as she sat in front of him.
He didn't call me mother! She put her hands on his legs, on each leg, facing him, looking up. Her white bridal gown cascaded between his legs.
"Lynn, do you love me, my darling bride?" he asked softly, again touching her head gently, just as his voice was.
"Yes, oh, yes, Donnie, I adore you," she murmured, trying not to let go-she knew she wanted to hug his young body to her, pressing her face right against the zipper of his formal trousers, to feel the hardness there that made her feel secure, made her feel like a woman.
"Then I want you to do something for me, something that will make me very happy."
She looked up at him with tears in her eyes.
"Anything, darling, anything!"
"I want you to open my pants and suck my cock." He said it looking up into the sky, just as she had done, his hands on his hips, his legs spread.
"Oh, yes," Lynn said, feeling her womanly cunt juices running into her light blue panties, "anything tonight, anything!"
Don looked down at her. "Not tonight, Lynn, now. Here."
"But. .." Lynn was astonished.
"Right here, right now. I want to see you sitting there in your wedding dress, sucking on my cock, on my hard cock. I want to give you something white to go with your veil, something white to coat your lips with. I want to give you a wedding present."
She looked up into his big clear eyes. He was hungry for his orgasm, it read on his face. He wanted to see her taking his load while still in her wedding gown. He wanted to feel the breeze on his balls as she sucked his prick.
"Oh, Lynn, please, please," he moaned, his cock hardening in his pants.
"The guests . . ." Lynn started to say.
"No one is watching; no one will see," Donnie replied, moving his crotch a little closer to her. "Open the zipper, go ahead!"
Lynn pushed her veil back over her shoulder and pulled his zipper down with one hand, already feeling the heavy load inside. Then she looked up at him. His face was surrounded by clouds, and he looked almost unreal, almost like some beautiful statue or painting. But when she looked down past the zipper she'd just opened, she knew he was real. "Take it out, please, Lynn," he begged, and she wiggled her fingers inside the fly of his pants and felt his hardness through his cotton undershorts. "Oh, Donnie, I'll do it, I'll suck your cock right here, I'll do anything," she moaned, the electricity generating from his cock through her fingertips, ail through her womanly body.
She fell to her knees right there in the garden, right there in front of him, opening his pants with both hands, as if she were suddenly possessed with a passion she had never know before. She had to get his beautiful cock in her mouth! She had to have his cream in her belly! She had to make him happy on this wonderful day!
She tore open his pants, pulling them, jerkingly, down to his knees. Then she pressed her head against his shorts, wrapping her lips over the long hard outline of his cock, breathing into the material, making his dick hot and wet with even more desire.
"Oh, Lynn, take it out. Please take it out," he moaned, feeling her wonderful mouth kissing his cock through his underwear. "Take it out and suck suck it, right here in the sun, suck it and make it cum!"
Lynn pulled his shorts down to his knees and his huge young organ popped up in front off her. It touched her face, grazing her lips with its huge uncircumcised head. She looked at it and remembered it sliding in and out of another girl's mouth, and she was immediately filled with rage and jealousy, wanting to make her lips better than that other girl's, wanting to make this blow-job the best he had ever had in his life.
"Lynn, Lynn, Lynn, take it, take it, darling," he urged, his hands still on his hips, holding his shirt tail up, looking down to see her rounded pink lips near the tip of his extended cock. The hair, which had only appeared in the last six months, was damp, and his balls hung low and loose, and he could feel the breeze on them as he had hoped. All he needed was her mouth.
"Oh, your cock is so beautiful," Lynn said as she looked at the drooling tip, sticking its head out of the covering of the foreskin. She put her hand around the shaft, feeling how hot it was in the sunshine, and pulled the foreskin back to completely expose the hard-ridged cock head.
"Ohhhhhhh," Donnie moaned as he felt his glans becoming naked, feeling the air on it, feeling her warm breathing.
"It's so ... so beautiful!" Lynn said, kneeling there in her bridal gown, staring at her boy's huge dick, his wonderful, suckable, fourteen-year-old cock and balls. She could smell the boy-odor, the dampness of his sweaty crotch. She fingered the newly grown pubic hair and slid a finger down between his legs to feel the hair there in his sweaty asshole. She wanted to caress him, to fondle him, to make homage to him before she performed the ultimate task of her love-sucking his wonderous cock.
"Please, Lynn, please," he begged, his eyes shut now, his fists clenched.
She was driving him insane with her lips. She kissed his thighs and worked her tongue into the hair at the base of his long young cock, wetting there, tasting the salty sweat, and then dipped her head till her lips moved over his nuts. She licked them, wetting them, feeling the few hairs that had already grown on them, and then she pulled the right one into her mouth and sucked on it.
"Oh, yes, suck my balls, lick my nuts," Donnie moaned as he let his legs sag a little, trying to give her more room, trying to let her get her head in close enough so she could suck all of his nut-bag down into her throat, pulling on his balls with her sucking tongue.
"Mmmmmmmm," Lynn moaned, going to the other nut. She knew that girl she'd seen him with could never be as good with a cock as she was.
Donnie spread his legs as far as his pants would allow, which wasn't far enough. Then he shook his body and his pants and undershorts fell to the grass, and he bent his knees, spreading his legs, spreading the crack between his legs, his asshole, letting his ball-bag hang down so Lynn could take all of the beautiful sac in her mouth and suck on it.
"All of it, suck my nuts, suck my bag," he moaned, putting his hands on her veil.
She dipped her head and pulled his testicles down into her mouth, spreading her lips as wide as she possibly could. She felt his balls beginning to move within her mouth of their own accord, feeling them turning and churning, making the sperm that he was soon going to shoot into her mouth. She pulled them as far into her as she could get them, almost down her throat, and then wiped with her tongue, lashing out at them, caressing them with loving care.
"Oh, God Almighty!" Don said, standing there in the middle of the flower garden, dressed in a formal suit with tails, standing there with his pants down around his ankles as his beautiful bride, his beautiful mother, knelt in her white wedding gown and sucked with all her might on his pendulous nuts hanging between his young, firm legs.
She brought her hands up and cupped each of his rounded, still-boyish buttocks. Then she spread them wide, so he could feel the wind up his fregrant ass, as she sucked up and down on his balls, just as though she were sucking his cock. Each time her head came up, his long hard cock bounced on her forehead, hitting the top of her veil, her hair, her nose, her wonderful bride's face.
She clawed his ass with her fingernails till he could stand it no more. He pushed her face from his swinging nuts and moaned, "I'll cum, no more, I'll cum."
She looked up. His face was flushed, and she could see that he had been near orgasm, just from the feeling on his balls and the slapping of his eockhead against her forehead. She gave him a moment to rest, and then she took his cock in her right hand and held it out to her lips, holding the foreskin back.
"Yes, now, Lynn, now," Don said, looking down, ready to feel her lips taking his dick in.
"It's so big, so big and beautiful, Donnie! I need a husband with a big hard cock, a cock that can satisfy me. Now I'm going to prove to you that I can satisfy you, satisfy you as you've never been satisfied before, by that girl or by your own hand or by a wet dream. I'm going to make you cum like no one had ever done before!" And with that, with that promise as she knelt there on her hurting knees, soiling forever her beautiful white gown on the grass, she opened her lips and took the head of his boycock into her mouth. She clamped her lips over the tip of it and let the foreskin move up against her lips. She stopped it from protecting the head of the organ. That was hers now!
"Ohhhhhhh, suck my dick. SUCK IT!" Donnie was feeling masterly, insane with pleasure just knowing she was kneeling there making love to him in the middle of the day. She was honoring his cock as if she adored it, as if it were the most beautiful thing on earth.
Oh, God, it tastes so wonderful! She closed her eyes, savoring the flavor of the little drop of jism that had escaped the tip and had moved over her tongue. It was sweet, like a young boy's jism should be, especially on his wedding day, especially when his mother was sucking his cock. She wiped her tongue over the tip again and again, opening the slit there, tasting what was to come in gallons. Then she pushed forward, holding her lips tightly to the shaft of his cock as she passed the hard ridge and pushed the foreskin back even father.
She's taking it, she's taking all of my cock! Don looked down to see his dick disappearing as her white veil moved toward his crotch. Her lips were consuming his dick, all of it, nearing his pubic hair. He felt the tip of his cock in her throat already and knew she would never be able to take any more of it. Even Fran couldn't take all of his prick into her mouth, she gagged because his organ was so long.
"Aarrrgggghhhh!" That was the sound she made from deep within her as she pushed forward suddenly, holding his ass with her fingers, slamming the head of his enormous boy's cock deep into her throat. It was tight and it hurt, but she relaxed her muscles there and she knew he would go wild with pleasure just realizing she had deep-throated him!
Oh, God, I can't cum yet, I can't cum yet! Don had never been so surprised. He looked down and all he could see was her veil against his tanned abdomen. Her hands held his ass tight and his cock was completely warmed by the inside of her mouth. She had taken every inch of his hot long dong, and she was holding it inside her.
Suddenly, she started humming, ana her vocal cords caused vibrations on the head of his cock, lodged deep in her throat, and it drove him wild with passion.
"Mmmmmmm," Lynn moaned, rubbing his buttocks with the flat of her hand, massaging them as she still held his cock in her throat, humming the wedding march!
"Oh, Lynn, Lynn, suck it, suck my cock 'cause I'm close, I'm gonna shoot soon!" He was shaking. His entire body was sweating. He looked up to the sky and shook his head, but it was no use. He was going to cum soon and he knew it.
Lynn pulled his hard-tipped cock out of her throat and started to move with both her hand and her mouth, back and forth on the long organ standing out from his firm, hairy crotch. With her other hand she fingered and fondled his balls, playing with them as they hardened and moved up in their sac, the pressure building, the jism doubling in amount, ready to shoot through the long hose of his cock, ready to fill her mouth and stomach!
"Oh, God, Lynn, don't stop! It feels so wonderful, so good! Oh, it's the best ever, the best ever in my life!" He sounded like a child now, a child with his best toy, a child who was happy. He began pumping his ass a little as she continued her strokes, up and down his cock with her hand, over the tip of his dick with her lips, up and down on his nuts with her other hand, and one finger rubbing between his legs, over his hot hard ass entrance.
"Cum! Cum in my mouth, darling," Lynn suddenly said, pulling her lips off his dick for a moment. She was talking to his cock now, not to him. She looked at it, holding it there in her hand, looking squarely at the open tip with the creamy-mass of premature semen on it. "Cum, you beautiful baby!"
Then she took it back in her mouth and twisted her hand as she went down on it. Her entire body was working now, her veil dancing in the wind, her knees rocking on the green grass, her lips burning and hurting from holding his cock so tight. But it was a pain she wanted to feel. She would endure anything to give him pleasure.
And she did give him pleasure, the ultimate pleasure. He suddenly stopped moving and she could feel his legs going cold with excitement. He held his breath for a moment and then jerked his head back into the air, looking up at the sun which was peeking through the fluffy clouds. "OHHHHH!" he shouted.
Cum, cum now! Cum hard, fill me up! Cum, damn you, you beautiful little fucking bastard! Cum, you beautiful man, you little boy! SHOOT! She had reached a fevered pitch, and her head was banging down on his cock so hard that her veil was slipping down the back of her head, falling off her shoulders, but she didn't care. She didn't want the white veil any longer, it didn't mean anything. The white juice she was going to receive was the thing that was really gong to make her feel like a bride!
"Oh, Lynn, I'm cumming!" He said it softly, painfully, gritting his teeth, still trying to hold back as she worked his cock into a frenzy of pleasure, twisting her hand, sucking hard, lashing with her tongue, poking into his asshole with her finger. "LYNNNNNNNN!"
Cum, darling, cum! Oh, please cum! "GODDAMN! I'M FUCKING CUMMING!" Don's body went stiff as he dug his fingers into her hair, clasping her head to his abdomen, her throat taking his cockhead again. "LYNNNNNNN! MOTHER! I'M CUMMING IN YOUR MOUTH!" He screamed into the air with a shout of absolute boyish joy!
Lynn felt the first hot gush of sticky boycum deep in her throat, where she couldn't even taste it.
She fought his powerful hands and pulled her head back, so the second shot of cum hit her teeth and the roof of her mouth, filling her cheeks with a load of cum, hot sticky, creamy cum, boyish cum, sweet young cum. She swallowed again and again, determined not to let a drop go wasted.
Donnie couldn't stand it-and he couldn't stand. His legs gave way and he fell to the grass, pulling Lynn with him, his cock still spurting the biggest load of cum in his life into her mouth, filling her up, choking her.
"Ohhhhhh, motherfuck! I don't fucking believe it!" Donnie moaned as he rolled around on the lawn with his beautiful mother/bride between his legs, her mouth glued to his hard cock.
Her dress was all tangled around her legs, around her ankles, and her veil had blown across the lawn, but she didn't care. All that mattered was that she received his gift of love, his hot sex potion that made her a woman. She was drinking his wonderful boy's cum. Nothing in the world mattered other than that.
Finally, the deluge stopped and his balls seemed to hang looser as she fondled them. She licked his cock and sucked it till it started getting soft again, and then she withdrew it and let the foreskin slip over the head. She kissed his nuts, dropping them from her hand gently, as she then sat up on the grass and looked around.
All the wedding guests were standing on the grass, on the lawn in back of the big house, watching them, watching her. She was apprehensive at first, but then she saw that they were looking on in approval, with eager eyes, wide eyes, young and old alike. They were watching her just as they'd watched her walk up the aisle that morning.
Lynn sat there for a moment, looking back at them, and then reached out and grabbed Don's cock in her hand, defiantly, lovingly. He sat up and looked into her eyes.
"I love you," she said.
"And I love you," he replied, and then all the guests started applauding.
Lynn laughed and then fell back on the grass, spreading her body out. "If you love me, then prove it!"
"Like you proved it to me?" he asked with a grin, his pants still down around his ankles, but his cock growing big and fat and hard again.
"Yes, yes," she moaned, closing her eyes as she looked up into the bright hot sky. She felt his hands on her ankles, then feeling under her skirt. He pulled off her garter and tossed it to the crowd, and someone caught it with a gleeful shout. Then he lifted her skirts and petticoats till they rested atop her body, so she was naked from the waist down except for her garter belt, nylons and blue panties.
"Something borrowed, something blue," Don said, pulling her panties down over her ankles. He tossed them to the crowd, just as he had tossed her garter, and someone caught it, again with a shout!
"Now, I'm going to show you I love you," Donnie whispered.
In the next moment, Lynn felt the hot tongue lapping her pussy. "Oh, Donnie, yes, yes, love my cunt! Kiss my pussy, lick it, fuck it with your tongue! Oh, how I love you!"
She wrapped her legs around his back and let his lips go wild against the lips of her cunt.
Chapter Seven
Fran sat in the living room with the television on, thinking about her lewd conquest of Lynn Stolte, when the doorbell rang.
The girl wondered who it could be. She knew Don had his key, and he wasn't due back until midnight. It was only ten o'clock. Well, maybe he couldn't stay away from me. Maybe he lost his key, in his rush to get home to me.
Fran opened the door, as she rang the buzzer, waiting for the elevator to open. Soon, a handsome man faced her. He seemed to be about Lynn's age, dressed in sports clothes, and from the looks of his eyes, he had been drinking. Fran wondered immediately what he would be like in bed. She decided he would be wonderful with a big hard cock that would give her much pleasure. She felt her pussy start to tingle at the sight of the man she had never met.
"Hi," he said and grinned at her. "Who are you?"
"I should be asking that question. Who are you?"
"Fm Herb Williams. Is Lynn Stolte at home?" "Yeah, she's home, but right now she's in bed, asleep." Fran retorted. "Can I help you?" "No, it's really a private matter." "Oh, I see."
Herb's eyes were on the nightgown she wore. He could see through the sheerness, her tight firm breasts and her auburn mound. He moistened his lips. Her eyes laughed at him. She could read his thoughts. Herb Williams. . . the name Lynn had mentioned earlier... the guy who fucked her while she watched me blow her son this afternoon. Yes, that's who it is. Well, at least Mom had good taste. I wouldn't mind him fucking me either. . . and from that look on his face, he wouldn't mind accommodating me.
Herb tried to look away, but he couldn't keep his eyes off this girl's body. He'd had plenty of good cunt in his travels-young ones from his days in Las Vegas-but he had seen damned few as nice as this. Her tits were something else. That was what had turned him on this afternoon, those naked tits, as he watched her blow the kid, like a pro. This girl had been around, no doubt. She knew how to make a man happy. He'd like to fuck her. He'd like to ram his big cock all the way up her kiddy cunt and really make her body move.
He could feel his cock jerk wildly in his pants at the thought of making love to her. He didn't want to get heated up, because it would do him no good. He'd better cool it. He came back tonight for a reason. He had to square things with Lynn. He didn't know what she would do in the state he left her in,- and he didn't want the cops to get wind of where he was.
When he left in the afternoon, he was shook up, and stopped for one drink, ending up with one too many. He thought about Lynn and her hysterical rejection of him that afternoon. He grew afraid of what she might do. She could decide in her state of mind, to yell rape. And Herb was a respected citizen in Chicago, but that would certainly start the police checking on him ... all the way back to Las Vegas. He knew the woman was screwed up. It was obvious by the way she got so excited watching her son get a blow-job. He thought she might even have a sex thing for her own little kid!
She might even decide to tell her son, and that could mean trouble. The whole thing could get pretty sticky. The boy might even get violent, and Herb didn't want any fights. He was a lover-not a fighter.
After a few drinks to fortify himself, he decided to come back and talk to Lynn. He wanted to smooth things over, feed her a line of shit about being sorry and picking up where they left off before the events of the afternoon. He also wanted to fuck her again. Now that he had succeeded after all these years, one taste of her cunt was not enough to satisfy him. That woman had always been in his blood-she still was, and he wanted to lick her again.
It was these thoughts that had returned him to the Stolte apartment now, facing this young tanned girl. But suddenly, none of those reasons seemed important. Drinking always made him horny and seeing the little girl gave him an overwhelming desire to have her body... immediately.
His eyes strayed to her body again. "Now, what about you? Your name, I mean."
"I'm Fran Simon." Her eyes watched his wandering eyes.
"Oh, Don's girl friend?"
"How did you know?" Fran asked.
"Hmmmm, well I know a lot of things." He tried to make his voice casual.
The girl laughed. "I'll bet you do." She could feel the excitement mounting up within her. Her eyes moved over the man's body. It was obvious by the look he gave her, that he wanted to fuck her that very instant. Fran toyed with the idea of letting him do exactly what he wanted!
Why not? she thought. She had just finished one lewd, exciting activity, so why not make it two in a row. First, she seduced her boy friend's mother, and now she'll seduce her boy friend's mother's lover. The mere thought of it aroused her and made her feel wicked. She knew she would get away with it as she did before, there was no doubt.
"Why don't you come in for a drink, Herb?" she said slowly.
Why is she inviting me in, if Lynn's asleep? he wondered. He gazed at her face. Does she find me sexually attractive? Does she want me to fuck her as badly as I want to? From what I saw this afternoon, this chick's impulsive and hot-blooded.
"Sure, Fran, I wouldn't mind a drink, thanks," he said.
He stepped in and closed the door, as she led him into the living room. As he walked behind her, his gaze feasted on her tender buttocks. Even though she had climaxed just a short time before, Fran could feel her pussy secreting and a fire was raging within her. Her desire for sex was insatiable.
"Sit down, Herb. Is it all right if I call you Herb?"
"That's my name." He tried to remain calm.
"I'll get you a drink. Any preference?"
"If you have vodka, it would be fine." He really didn't want another drink. He knew he had had too many since leaving the apartment earlier.
Fran walked out in the kitchen feeling his eyes following her every movement. She found the vodka and poured some into a glass. As she made her way back into the living room, she turned off the hallway light and the apartment was in semi-darkness. Only a small light over the television remained on.
She handed the man his drink and watched him lift the glass to his lips.
And then she said very coolly, "Did you enjoy watching Don and me this afternoon? Did you like what we were doing on the terrace?"
Herb almost choked on the liquid in his mouth. His eyes widened, he sputtered, he choked and he coughed. "You ... I mean, you know . . . about. . ."
"Yes, of course I know," she said and laughed, her sensuous eyes sparkling. "I also know what you and Lynn were doing while you watched us. It must have really been exciting for you. And I'm sure you'll admit you've never seen anyone give a blow-job the way I give one. Am I right? Watching me give Don's cock a good sucking must have really excited you, didn't it?"
Herb just stared at her, he could hardly believe what he was hearing. This girl was a wanton if he had ever seen one! He wanted to reach over and kiss those soft moist lips, squeeze those firm breasts, pinch the nipples until they got hard and then slip his prick deep inside of her little girl pussy.
Herb suddenly felt his cock come alive, straining for release. His hands felt sweaty and itchy, and he had to fight to keep from grabbing the young girl.
"How did you find out about this afternoon?
How did you know we saw you?" he said.
"Oh, I have my ways of finding out things." She winked.
"Why tell me that you know?" "Can't you guess why?" she asked. He was aware that she was staring at the bulge of his erected penis. "Listen here. .. ."
"My, my what a lovely hard-on you have. The better to fuck with, right?" She teased him.
Her obscene way of phrasing things made the bulge grow larger. He knew he couldn't take much more of her teasing. "What're you trying to do to me, you little whore? You want me to say I'm hot for you? Okay, I'm hot for you, plenty hot!" "What do you intend to do about it?" she asked.
"Nothing! At least not now____"
"Why not now?"
"Are you crazy? Lynn's asleep in the next room, and. .."
"Don't worry about Lynn. She's not likely to wake up for hours. And Don's out for the evening with friends. He won't be home till quite late. We're really very much alone, and both of us are horny."
Herb couldn't believe it. "You mean you want me to .. . ?"
"Fuck me, that's what I want," she said passionately. "I want you to fuck me with the big prick bulging out of your pants."
"Jesus!" He breathed. He could feel his prick responding to her words. His balls were aching with anticipation. This couldn't be happening-but it was! "Fran, you'd better stop this talk. I'm only human and ..."
"I'm human too, honey. Warm flesh all over, feel it. My cunt's wet and hot right now. There's a fire burning in it, and the only thing that can put it out is that big hard cock of yours. I want you to fuck me with it, Herb."
And with that, she reached out and placed her hand on the throbbing prick bulge.
Herb almost fell off the couch at her touch on his sensitive penis. It felt like an electrical shock wave. She stroked it lightly and then increased the rhythm. She pressed her breasts against his arm, her lips searched his face for his mouth. Her tongue glided across his face as her hand rubbed the swollen rod.
"You want to fuck me, don't you, Herb? I know you do. Wouldn't you like to fuck me in the ass? That would be nice. Fuck me in the ass, Herb."
"Damn it, yes, I want to fuck you right up your tight ass." He could hear his voice moaning.
"Then let's get started. Take your pants off, now. I want to see how big your cock really is. Show it to me. I'll take my clothes off, and I'll let you get behind me and fuck me all you want."
Herb was mesmerized under her spell. He stood up, opened his pants and let them fall around his ankles. Then he pushed his shorts down to the same spot. He quickly stepped out of them and stood facing the young girl. His cock was thick and full and stood out from his body in a forty-five degree angle. It was ten inches of beauty in the girl's eyes. It bounced in front of him, surrounded by a thatch of thick hair and accented by huge balls. The bloodswollen head was pushing the foreskin.
"Wow, it's beautiful, Herb. It's perfect! I can't wait to get that thing inside my ass. Let me get my clothes off____"
The girl was aroused by the sight of the jutting cock in front of her. She quickly threw off Jier nightgown and stood before him naked, posing, awaiting his approval.
"Damn you, vixen, you're a beautiful little whore!" he murmured. He stared at the large globes and firm, taut nipples lying in the center of each. He looked at the pubic mound, knowing that her pink cunt lips were hiding right behind it. The ache in his balls grew more intense.
He pulled her into his arms, moaning, not quite understanding what was happening. His mouth covered hers and their tongues were meeting wildly. With one hand, he cupped her left breast, squeezing it in painful pleasure. His other hand slipped down to the triangular mound and, with his middle finger extended, he parted the lips of her pussy, slipping the finger into the dark wetness and causing a moan of approval to come from the girl's throat.
His mouth dropped down to the granite nipple and he sucked like a child on the hot tip. Fran's body was engulfed in flame and she moved her hips rapidly against his probing finger, as it slid up and down her cunt lips. His balls ached and he was afire. His lips continued sucking at the breast nipple of this young nymph. Fran reached down and took his cock softly in her hand, holding it, rubbing it, pressing it up against her body. She drew the head across her belly, then slid it lower, tracing a path along her pubic hair, which was now damp and moist. Herb moaned at the contact of his prick against the girl's teasing hair.
"Now! I can't wait any longer. I've got to have it now! I want your cock up my ass, deep inside, until I feel it in my belly. I want it now! Fuck me, Herb, fuck my ass."
His cock was now a red-hot poker. He moaned and dragged the girl down to the white carpeting. His cock leaped in joy at what he was going to do. Fran fell to all fours, urging him on with lewd gestures and obscene words. Herb crawled on his hands and knees, drawing her up to him, so that the full splendor of her firm young ass was presented to his eyes. His cock was lubricated with premature cum as it touched the tiny lips of the girl's anus. He teased the rectum with the tip of his finger, enjoying her moans of pleasure.
Slowly, he inserted the tip of his forefinger into the anal opening, moving it slowly around inside, drawing more moans of increasing desire from the girl's mouth. He put both hands on her ass-cheeks, using his thumb to pull the sweaty crevice wide apart between them, revealing the opening of her nether ring. He leaned forward, pressing the fleshy tip of his swollen prick against the hole, moving his hips, teasing the hardness against the yielding crevice, poising at the anal entrance.
"Ooohhhh, that's where I want it. Now put it in, Herb, fill my asshole with your big cock, fuck me, hurt me, tear me apart. Put it in, Herb . .. now!" she urged, masochistically.
Herb needed no further invitation. With a brutal lunge forward, he pushed the blood-swollen cockhead through the anal mouth of the girl and pushed his thick, rigid prick far into her tight, eager opening, almost to the hilt with one single thrust. He clutched hard at her hips as he lunged still deeper into the rectum, deeper into the asshole of this enticing young girl friend of Lynn Stolte's little son. As he pushed forward, he reached under her body, squeezing the swollen nipples of her breasts. Her anal walls expanded before his stiff pole. And then with one vicious lunge, he buried every inch of his big hard cock inside the depths of her rectum.
"Aaaaahhhhhhh!" She cried out in delight and pain. "DON'T STOP! That's the way I like it, Herbie.. . don't stop. Fuck me deep and hard, hurt me!"
Herb fucked her deep and hard in response to her lewd plea, soaring his cock deep into her anus, squeezing her breasts as if they were lumps of clay. His loins smacked against her asscheeks. His balls hammered at her wet pussy below.
Fran's buttocks were gyrating, twisting, slamming backward against his cock. Sweat rolled over her body, down the crevice to mingle with the cunt juices, causing wet, sharp noises like the cracking of a whip, each time his testicles slammed against her pussy lips. The fiery passion in her cunt became too much for the girl, and she moved her left hand down under her and across her pubic mound to the throbbing bud of her clitoris for the second time that night.
She rubbed her finger faster and faster over the nub, feeling the mounting heat of her climax, now approaching rapidly, from her self-manipulation. With increasing speed, she fingered her swollen clitoris, her hips churning rapidly against the moaning man who was fucking her behind, with the same increasing speed. He felt his orgasm approaching the huge cock which was buried so deeply up inside the girl's inhumanly stretched bowel. ...
Chapter Eight
Don was in a state of euphoric pleasure as his mini-bike rocketed along the outer drive. He'd been smoking pot and drinking beer with his buddies and he felt as though he was floating.
He was sorry the evening broke up earlier than expected-it was only ten-thirty, but when his friend Patrick Kaiser had passed out, that was the end of that. Patrick never was good at drinking. Don promised to get in touch with the guys later in the week, and he headed home. He knew his girl was waiting for him-so why go anywhere else. And the pot was beginning to turn him on again-that and thinking about his cock being sucked that afternoon on the terrace. Maybe if his mother was feeling better and Fran was willing-as if she wasn't always willing-they'd take a blanket over to the Belmont Rocks and he'd really give it to her right on the sand, under the stars and the blanket.
He pulled the mini-bike into the garage, cut the engine and walked it over to the storage room, locking the door behind him.
He got out of the elevator thinking about Fran and he could feel himself getting hornier by the minute.
He unlocked the door, noticing there was a dim light in the living room, and went directly to the kitchen. Before he could turn on the kitchen light, he heard faint sounds of panting and hard breathing coming from the living room.
What kind of weird television program was she watching? He walked over to the living room and looked inside. He realized that the television wasn't even on. At first he thought the beer and joints had dulled his brain, but as he focused his eyes, he could see two bodies on the floor against the white carpeting. Both were naked. He knew one belonged to Fran, but who was the other person?
He looked closely at the man. He seemed familiar. Holy shit! Is that Herb Williams, mom's friend that I haven't seen since I was a child. From the pictures his mother kept, he was sure it was Herb.
Don stood motionless for a long second. His vision felt cloudy. He thought he would faint at the sight. He leaned against the wall in disbelief! He looked at his Fran being sodomized by this older man-though quite handsome-and his long, turgid prick deep in her asshole. His mind refused to believe what his eyes told him was true. He rubbed his eyes to clear his vision, hoping the sight would disappear.
There was no mistaking it. .. it was true-unbelievable but impossibly true!
He couldn't find an explanation for what he saw taking place on his mother's living room floor. The girl he loved was being ass-fucked by his mother's high school sweetheart. He wanted to rush forward, tear the man away from Fran, kick the shit out of the man and then murder him. And he wanted to murder Fran too. He knew she was a slut, but he'd tried not to think of that all along. Now here it was in front of him. He couldn't deny it any more.
But yet he was unable to move. His legs refused to respond to his brain. He stood hypnotized at the sight, his eyes bulging at the twisting form of the naked girl with the look of ecstasy on her pretty face.
She's so damned beautiful. Why did I ever love her? Why is she doing this to me? God, how I loved that round ass, those swaying hips, those firm breasts and that wet, heavenly pussy . . . and her shitty asshole with that man's big cock shoved in it to the hilt. I loved her. Loved to have her suck my dick, loved to fuck her with it. Why did she have to do this? His mind ran on, confused.
His cock began to stir in his pants. It rose slowly to an erection. He didn't want to get excited. He didn't want a hard-on, not from watching this! Yet, he couldn't stop it. The sight of the girl with her asshole encircling the huge man cock was arousing him. He was watching his girl friend being fucked in the ass, and he was getting excited.
Confused by the sight, and dazed from the joints and alcohol, panic seized him as he felt his cock throbbing. He stared at her nakedness, listened to her moaning, and he knew what he wanted. He wanted to fuck Fran. Now, more than anything in the world, he wanted to fuck his girl. He wanted to join the party taking place on the floor in front of him!
His throat felt dry, his heart was beating in his chest, his body was trembling with desire. He couldn't help himself. The beer and marijuana acted as catalysts to the rage of desire tearing through his flesh. He took a hesitant step forward, another step...,.
Herb was the first to see him, as his cock was ramming into the ass of the girl. He froze, his eyes filled with shock. Oh, God, no ... it's... it's Don. It's Don watching me ass-fuck Fran, and he looks half insane standing there.
He let out a low gasp. He wanted to pull his cock out of the girl's asshole, grab his clothes and run. But he couldn't move. He stared at the boy standing but a few feet away. He thought what a fool he had been to let this happen. He let his desire to have this girl, to let her seduce him, overrule his better judgment....
It took Fran a little longer to sense the presence of another person in the room. She was too consumed with the prick ramming up her ass to think of anything else. But as she felt the man freeze in position behind her, feel his unmoving cock in her tight anal opening, his fingers digging into her flesh, her eyes opened.
And she saw Don. She saw him, and her body became as stiff as the cock of the man behind her. She shivered and couldn't speak!
Holy fuck! She was shocked. It can't be Don. He's too early. Why's he home ? Why does he have to see me being fucked by this man? Shit, I've really pressed my luck this time. Why couldn't I've been satisfied with seducing his mother?
Even as the confused thoughts whirled around in her brain, she knew that her impulsive decision to let this older man fuck her had destroyed her relationship with Don. She could see it by the look of hate in his eyes. He knew now, she was a whore and there was no hope of a future with the young boy.
"Don! Oh, Don." She raised one hand to him, still on all fours.
"You filthy little slut, you whore, you tramp, you little bitch! I could kill you!"
"Hey, kid, take it easy." Herb was fearful. "Don't do anything stupid, kid. You'll only be sorry later. Take it easy and calm down."
"Don, sweetie, please try and understand. I don't know what came over me. I lost my head. I couldn't help myself." She moaned and pleaded.
Don took another step forward and then Fran noticed the bulge in his pants. Don had a hard-on! He was excited watching the two of them, turned-on by the sight of them-his girl friend and his mother's fucker, cornholing on the floor.
Her mind started working hard. In his condition, there was no telling what he might do-maybe even try to kill her. She had to do something, anything to divert his mind from doing something drastic. Rage was whirling inside of him now. But he was also very aroused. She knew exactly what to do.
"Don honey," she sighed, "Come here by me. Look at my mouth, Don. Remember this afternoon when we were on the terrace and I sucked your cock with this mouth? You liked it then, didn't you? I'd like you to fuck my mouth again, while I'm being fucked in the ass at the same time. I know I've done wrong, Don, and you can punish me, show me what a slut I am, by fucking me in the mouth while Herb fucks me. That'll prove I'm a bitch and a whore. Two men violating me at the same time."
Again her lewd words ripped through Don's mind. His cock jerked and throbbed at the thoughts she was conveying. The heat spiraled through his balls. Her words always drove him crazy. He stared at her naked body, her asscheeks. He was hypnotized.
God, I wish it was my cock in her hot ass. I hate her and yet I want her. I want to put my cock in her ass, in her mouth. I want to show her what kind of a cheap whore she really is. .. fuck her while he's fucking her, cum all over her pretty face with my big hard cock.
He knew he was going to do it! The beer, the pot, the shock, the hatred, the passion all served to block out any irrational thinking from his mind. He didn't care where he was, that his mother was in the next room or why Herb was even there. He only wanted to punish the girl, fuck her mouth, and spread his hot sticky cum all over her face.
"Don ... fuck me!" She whimpered. "Fuck my mouth, Don."
"Yeah, I'll fuck that mouth, Fran, that filthy mouth. I'll fuck it good," he cried out.
And with that, he tore at his pants, pulling them down, his undershorts following. His hard boy prick jutted forward, angrily, from his loins. With sheer animal lust, he moved forward, guiding his throbbing, moist cock into her waiting mouth.
Herb looked at the events taking place and could hardly believe it. This boy was going to fuck her at the same time she was being fucked by the man. He couldn't believe it. He thought the boy would do something crazy from the look on his face, but this isn't what he thought he would do.
A new flooding tide of passion ripped through the man and his cock again became rigid. He went deep into Fran's anus again, with his heavy balls slapping at her wet pussy, fucking deliciously into the girl's anal opening.
Fran tembled with renewed passion, too. The idea of sucking her boy friend's cock, while his mother's boy friend ass-fucked her from behind, had a fantastic appeal, the more she thought about it; two cocks inside of her, she had never had that before. Two men loving her at the same time-just the thought of it was mind-blowing. She couldn't wait for this new experience.
"Hurry, Don, hurry!" she cried with lust. "Put your cock in my mouth. I want to taste it. Fuck my mouth, Don! Fuck my ass, Herb!"
The boy stepped forward and pressed his aching, throbbing cock against the girl's soft warm lips. She tasted the bittersweet flavor of the premature cum, and felt the blood-swollen tip resting against her lips. Her mouth opened wide to accept the offering of her young lover. She could feel the driving force of Herb's cock burrowing into her hot passage, as her throat seized the prick of the young boy deep in her mouth.
She began to suck his dick, running her tongue around the slippery head, easing the tip of her tongue into the open slit of the glans. Her head pumped rapidly, licking every inch of the hard rod, sucking harder and harder, her tongue twirling faster and faster. Don added his own movements, so that mouth and cock were working together, in harmony, two instruments perfectly attuned. Fran could feel the smooth head of the rod, deep in her throat, but she made no move to ease the pressure, as she attempted to suck the white sperm from his balls as she had done in the afternoon.
She flung her ass back against Herb's driving shaft, feeling it deep in her belly, her mouth still working harder and harder, faster and faster on Don's stiff pole. He thrust wildly into her mouth, as his hands wrapped in her hair and his loins beat against her face. The pleasure and the pain caused her to whimper.
She moaned like an animal, to the wondrous feelings of two cocks sunk deep within her at both ends, both about to flood her with their semen, to drown her in fresh hot cum. Her buttocks ground more wildly now around the prick; her lips swirled around the other prick. Her own orgasm was building up and she knew it wouldn't be long, not long at all....
Chapter Nine
At the same time, in her room, Lynn was dreaming about her boy, her groom, licking her cunt on the grass, lying there in his tux with his pants around his ankles, his hard cock digging into the cool grass, his ass gleaming beautifully in the sunlight as all the guests watched.
"Lick it, lick it," she moaned in her sleep.
"Woof!"
Lynn opened her eyes and didn't realize where she was. What had happened to the grass suddenly? Where was her wedding gown? Why was she naked?
Where was she?
She closed her eyes and realized it had all been a dream, a terrible and awful dream. She had married her own son! And she had sucked his cock in front of all the wedding guests! And he was licking her pussy------
She felt a jolt run through her. He was still licking her pussy! She lifted her head and looked down between her legs, where the lapping wet tongue was moving so perfectly, where the tongue had just been moving in her dream.
There he was. Heinz was cradled by her warm shapely legs, licking her cunt out like no man had ever done. His tongue was longer and wetter than any man's tongue could be, and he slid it all the way up between her hairy cunt lips.
Oh, Jesus God, how can I let him do this? She was immediately frightened that if she jumped up the dog would grow vicious and start barking. She'd seen him when he was chasing some bitch in heat, she'd seen how nothing could pull him away, how his long red cock would pump into her.. . .
Oh, my God, what am I doing?
She had never let Heinz do annything like this before. Oh, sure, a few times when she'd stepped out of the shower or something like that, he'd take a few laps at her cunt, but she always pushed him away, giggling, before he had time to get excited, before the smell of her feminine pussy turned him on.
She knew there would be no stopping him now. She shivered at the thought of what he might do-would he be content just licking her pussy?
She doubted it. Oh, he's going to want to fuck me! The thought revolted and sickened her.
She tried to pull away. "No, Heinz, stop doing that to me!"
- "WOOF!" Heinz wasn't about to stop. He put his hard paws up on her thighs and stuck his cold nose back between her legs.
Lynn put her head back to the pillows. How can I endure this? Suddenly she remembered her dream, and felt more ashamed of herself for that than for allowing the dog to lick her cunt. The dog was just her pet, she was its master. But the person in the dream, the guy who should have been Jack, that guy had been her son, her very own son! That thought sickened her and revolted her more-and yet she loved it.
So, without even realizing it, Lynn Stolte decided to purge herself of the terrible dream, to cleanse herself by doing something worse, something more terrible, something which would cause her terrible shame. She would let Heinz do whatever he wanted to her. She would let the dog fuck her if he wanted to. That would teach her, that would remind her that she wasn't to ever again have such thoughts about her own boy. Besides, he was grown now, a teenager, and, like it or not, he had a girl friend and he knew all about sex. Mother was not so meaningful to him any more.
I'll get even with him! I'll never let him have me! The dog'll have me before him!
She spread her legs and looked down to her panting canine lover. "Do whatever you want, Heinz, good boy. Go ahead and lick Mama's pussy all you want!"
She put her hands down and spread her cunt lips apart for him, so he could really taste her womanly fluid, so he could get turned on to the point where there was no stopping him. She not only would allow him to fuck her, she actually wanted him to fuck her! She'd seen that long red cock of his so many times, seen it being socked into the backs of other little bitch dogs, she wanted to feel what it was like to get banged by the canine stud herself! That would show Don, that would teach him!
"Suck it, lick my pussy, Heinz," she moaned, feeling the dog's wonderful tongue lashing over her clit. "Lick it and make love to Mama!"
She let him growl and moan and lick his long wet tongue inside her cunt as long as she could stand it. Her passion was building-inside she was a mess of feelings, wanting her son, rejecting the dream she'd just had, feeling as though she must degrade herself with the dog, feeling that she couldn't live any longer with Fran around her boy, feeling turned-on to the wonderful feeling coming from between her legs-and the tongue wasn't enough and she knew it. She needed something up there, something hard, something long.
"Heinz, you're going to fuck me," she said, determined, pulling her cunt away from him suddenly. She jumped up on the bed, on all fours, and reached down under the startled dog and grabbed his slippery cock. It was hard, standing out between his furry legs, red and ready. She pulled the foreskin back and rubbed the wet tip, remembering that she had done this very thing to Donnie in her dream.
"Come on, old boy, you're gonna fuck a real woman now," she said, turning around, getting into position like a bitch in heat.
The dog didn't need to be told. He knew what was happening, he knew that position, and his cock was already throbbing for her pussy.
"Yes, Heinz, yes," she moaned, feeling the paws hitting her back, the furry underbelly touching her ass cheeks. She spread her legs further, letting him get a good shot at her cunt. Then she reached down and rubbed her pussy, making sure it was enough so his dogdick could enter her easily. She was dripping.
Come on, Heinz, Donnie, fuck your mama, fuck her in the pussy like a good dog, like a good boy. Fuck me in front of the wedding guests!
She felt the hard dog cock thumping at her asshole and suddenly she feared he was going to put it in there! She wouldn't mind, but she knew he'd never take it out, and she wanted his dog-cream up her cunt, where the burning was. She wished he would ass-fuck her first though, because his cock was so long and the head was smaller than the rest of it, so she knew it wouldn't hurt badly, that it would easily slide into her.
All of a sudden she held her breath. Heinz had found the hole, and the semen on the tip of his cock made the whole big thing slide into her spasming asshole with little problem!
"Oh, Heinz, you can't cum in there, you can't!" she moaned as he started slamming his body up and down, beating his long hard red cock into her shit chute. He wrapped his paws around her middle and licked his chops, drooling onto her back, bouncing there on the bed.
Lynn felt an insane pleasure filling her asshole and all of her. She started to cry, for this is what she wanted, to be degraded completely! A dog fucking her! Fucking her ass! A dog fucking her ass when Herb could be fucking her! When Don could be fucking her! A dog!
She felt the canine cock pumping into her butt faster and faster, and her ass was beginning to hurt from the powerful fucking she was getting. And, besides that, it was only serving to make her cunt hotter, to make her want his dick up her box even more!
"Heinz, you have to fuck my cunt, you must!" She suddenly pulled away from him and he barked loudly, hating to have his cock pulled from her shitty hole, from the hot other hole he was fucking. He didn't know the difference between her asshole and her pussy.
"Here, here," she said, spreading her legs quickly, thrusting her pussy up to his dogdick, guiding it in with her hand. Then it happened, he shoved it into her, thinking he was back in the same place again, and he continued his fucking, harder and harder, and she gasped because it started off so fast, so hard! She was used to a nice slow slide-in, then working up a tempo-no, not now. Heinz was fucking her pussy faster than he'd been fucking her ass!
She knew he wouldn't last long. He was moaning and drooling, and she remembered that was a good sign that he was about to shoot his load, for she had seen it many times when she had taken him for a walk. He was pumping his last few strokes into her.
Donnie! Her mind drifted back to her dream. Fuck me here in front of all the guests, on the lawn, kneeling there between my legs, with everyong watching!
Donnie was kneeling with his pants still around his ankles, his cock stuffed up her cunt. She was on all fours, like a dog, her wedding dress pushed up over her back, over her head. She was nothing but ass and cunt now, and he was plowing her till she came and he filled her with creamy jism!
"Oh, baby baby, I'm going to cum with you!" she said, and the dog slammed his body against hers and let his sperm shoot out of the head of his long slippery dick. "ARF!" he exclaimed as the first shot of cum filled her burning pussy, and he continued to bang his swollen long dogdick into her cunt as each spurt of dogcum shot out of the tip.
She came at the same moment, a long, slow, luxurious cum, an orgasm that started somewhere in her cunt and extended all the way into her soul. She saw Donnie flash through her mind and then she saw the wedding guests applauding her, and she hugged Donnie as his cum gushed out of her overflowing cunt!
"Ohhhhh, Don!" she breathed, joyously, as the dog pulled his slick dick out of her pussy and curled up into a ball at the foot of the bed, licking the cum from his red, raw cock.
Lynn fell to the pillows and closed her eyes tight, tears welling up inside them, trying to get back to that land of sleep, of dreams, trying to run away from reality.
Chapter Ten
Lynn couldn't sleep. It was impossible. The dog was at the foot of the bed and she realized what had happened, no matter how much she tried to tell herself it hadn't.
Her heart was hammering and her head was splitting under the pressure. She had never felt so alone, so terrified, so useless. She gasped for breath as her mind attempted to unravel the thoughts screwed up in her head.
The wedding scene rushed through her head again!
Lynn stood there on the balcony, tossing her bouquet to the girls on the green lawn below! A pretty young girl caught it and waved. Then Lynn lifted her skirts and showed all the young girls her womanly cunt, and they looked up at her, envious. And, at that moment, Bonnie climbed the steps. "Kneel and kiss your bride," she commanded, and he knelt a step lower than her and pressed his lips to her burning cunt as all the girls on the lawn sighed in wonder and jealousy. Then she dropped her bridal gown down over him, so only his feet stuck out from under the hem. He sucked on her cunt as she stood there, staring down at the girls with wild eyes. It was then she realized that the girl who had caught the bouquet was Fran Simon! Fran took the bouquet, tossed it to the ground, and stomped on it. ...
Lynn rolled over in the bed, her eyes full of tears. How could a dream seem so real? So magnificent, and yet so frightening? That was her boy she was dreaming about, that was his cock she had been dreaming about, that was his cum she had been thinking of sucking! It had been so vivid that she had cum, she could feel the wetness between her legs. She could smell the odor of her fluids in the room. Donnie, I want you more than anything on earth!
Her entire body cried out for him, and yet she knew she could never have him. That's why she had done that terrible thing with Heinz. . .. A dog!
Lynn pulled a pillow over her face. "Oh, God," she cried. "I let Donnie's German shepherd fuck me!" Why? Why? Why?
She knew the answers. She loved her baby boy more than life itself, and she knew she could never have him the way she wanted him, so what good was life any longer? She had never felt so depressed, so despairing. Her cunt ached with the hot dog cum and she wished it had been Donnie's cum! No, I can't take it, I can't stand thinking about it any longer!
She sat up, her face wet with tears, terrible guilt and shame filling her every nerve. The sleep and the dreams and the scene with Heinz had diminished the effect of the liquor she'd taken earlier, and she knew she wouldn't be able to sleep, she wouldn't be able to run away from reality any longer.
She was full of raging fire, raging desire-for her own little son! She wanted him more and more, his mouth pressed on herr warm hairy vaginal lips, his tongue working its way up the soft folds of her cunt, feeling his hot long manly boy's cock up her box, up her ass, in her mouth.
She loved him. There was no denying it. She was in love with him and she wouldn't be happy till she possessed his body just as that slut had, just as
Fran had. She couldn't rest till she felt that long thick shaft inside her pussy and his healthy young powerful shooting semen spurting deep into every crevice of her womb. She wanted her son to be her lover!
How could she live with thoughts like that? How could she go on facing him? How could she face Fran again if her son was too blind not to see through her and kept her around? How long could she go before jealous rage drove her to kill Fran, to grab a kitchen knife and ram it into the girl's heart? Wasn't that what Fran was doing to her right now? Wasn't that precisely what she was doing by sucking off Don on the balcony, in Lynn's own apartment, under her own eyes? Didn't she deserve something equally as painful in return?
But Lynn knew she could never harm the girl. It would only be harm to herself. Donnie loved the girl, not her, and she would take away from him the thing he didn't love, not the thing he did adore. She knew the way to control her rage was to keep consuming liquor and pills until she was a walking zombie, in a semi-comatose state. But if her brain was lucid, the thoughts kept coming back. What was she to do?
She knew that it was inevitable that one day she would lose control and let him know it. She would probably fall to his knees and try to pull his wonderful cock out of his pants as he looked down at her in horror and disgust. Could she risk that hatred? From the boy she loved.
She reached over to the bedstand and opened the drawer. She took out two tablets of Valium and swallowed them, washing them down with the last swig of booze she had left. They would help calm her, relax her.
But, as she lay there in the next twenty minutes, they only served to depress her more. She kept seeing Donnie saying J hate you! I hate you, you filthy woman! as she knelt on the floor, frantically trying to get his beautiful cock into her mouth.
Lynn knew she could never let that happen.
What was left? Nothing, no future. Heinz would fuck her, she was sure of that. She felt revolted. She would have to face that slut bitch Fran again and again. She would have to masturbate to please herself, she would have to drink booze and load up with pills. She would make life miserable for everyone, for her jealousy would cause her to be bitchy. What was the way out? What was the best way for everyone?
She looked at the bottle of pills sitting on the table. Judy Garland. Marilyn Monroe. Lynn Stolte?
She would be no loss at all. The other women were, but Lynn would hardly be noticed as missing. Fran and Donnie would probably be fucking at her funeral, she figured, under the influence of the Valium.
There was only one way she could assure herself-and Don-from her terrible consuming desire overriding her. There was only one guarantee toward containing her passion-ending it. Judy and Marilyn, had both been her idols, and both had ended it this way. See the pills, Lynn? Take them! Take them and reach in and take the bottle of sleeping pills also ...
She reached in the drawer, but the bottle wasn't there. She realized it was in the medicine cabinet. She sat up in bed. Yes, it had to be, she could do it so easily, so painlessly! Donnie would find it hard at first, but in time he would forget her. She was sure of it. She was feeling sorry for herself, and she told herself Fran would certainly make him forget her.
It's for Donnie! she said to herself as she stood up by the bed, unsteady.
It's for Donnie! she said to herself as she looked down at Heinz, who was sleeping on the floor beside the bed.
It's for Donnie! she said to herself as she walked to the door and opened it.
It's for Donnie! she said to herself as she began to walk slowly down the hall, toward the bathroom, toward the pills that would easily end it. She would take them, then to back to bed and swallow the rest of the Valium with a glass of water, and then she would crawl into bed and curl up and it would be over.
It's for Donnie!
Then she heard it. She heard the moaning and the heavy, wet sound of naked flesh meeting naked flesh, coming from the living room.
She listened and the sounds grew louder. She could hear Fran's voice, but couldn't make out what she was saying... and another voice, a familiar one... was it Herb Williams? She wondered what was happening. With the sleeping pills still on her mind, she felt herself being drawn toward the living room. She felt as though she was walking in her sleep, being drawn to something ... she didn't know what....
The sight that greeted her eyes was beyond comprehension. It was monstrous, foreign, and she was sure that she had reached the point of insanity. She stared, and then a loud wailing scream started to rise in her throat, unable to reach the surface.
There they were ... Fran .. . Donnie ... Herb, together and naked on the floor. Fran moving like an animal against Herb's incredibly huge cock which was buried deep inside her anal opening, her lips moving faster and faster around the hardness of Donnie's blood-swollen prick. Sounds of pleasure coming from her throat.
The woman stood there watching Herb's fingers dig deeply into the girl's hips and heard him chant, "I'm cumming, I'm cumming, I'm cumming!"
Fran could feel his cock begin to jerk as his fire-hot semen erupted inside the shit canal of her anus. Her ass filled to overflowing and the searing liquid ran down her crevice and along the back of her thighs, onto the white carpeting.
And in that moment, she reached up, caught Don's cock in her hand, and pulled it free of her mouth with quick motions, licking the semen-coated head, stroking it with her fingers. The pleasure generated by the girl was too much for Don to bear, and his own orgasm struck, swiftly and powerfully. His prick jerked out of control in the girl's hand.
"Jeeeessssussss!" he cried out in delight.
Now the burning cum spewed forth in gushes from his turgid pole, coating the girl's face, eyes and nose, with the flowing liquid. She held her mouth wide, trying to catch as much of the spurting seed as she could, swallowing the hot little boy cum as it filled the orifice of her mouth. She continued stroking the shaft, as if begging for more sticky boy cum, as if wanting to drown in it, and his throbbing balls responded to her piea, as more of the hot fluid drenched her face.
Fran could feel her own orgasm strike. "Woowww! I'm cumming.. . both you guys, cum while I ccuumm!"
As the release flowed through her, she released Don's cock and he fell back, staggering to his knees on the carpet. At the same time, she felt Herb's huge prick give one final spurt into her sperm-filled asshole and then pull free with loud, obscene popping sounds. He sank back, his eyes glazed, and Fran was left kneeling there on all fours, moaning, her eyes still filled with lust.
And all of this being witnessed by the almost suicidal mother, with a scream lodged in her throat. Then, suddenly, her scream found a voice, and an eerie, horrifying sound echoed through the silent apartment. Then silence again .. . Lynn was lying on the floor in a dead faint.
Three heads turned in unison to the sound of the piercing scream, and three pairs of eyes watched as Lynn crumpled to the floor. Fran and
Herb remained motionless, staring. Only Don seemed able to move, to act.
The release of his orgasm, moments earlier, had cleared away some of the fog in his brain, and the scream that shattered the silence helped clear away the rest. His eyes bulged from his head as he saw his mother-naked-lying in a heap.
He thought, Holy fuck, it's Mom. She woke up, came in here and saw us ... saw Herb fucking Fran in the ass, saw Fran getting fucked in the mouth by me, saw us cum, saw the cum shooting all over! No wonder she's fainted. Oh, God, Mom, what have we all done to you?
He immediately jumped to his feet and ran over to the naked heap on the floor ... his mother. He knelt beside her, taking her hand in his. Shame and self-loathing raced through him.
Jesus, he thought, I was so damn stupid. The one woman I really loved, the one woman who really cares about me-had to witness this horrible, depraved scene. Instead of putting a stop to the sodomizing of Fran by Herb, he had been so weak and horny that he joined in the lewdness himself. And this beautiful woman had to view the whole disgusting scene.
He was in anguish. He picked up the limp, naked body of his mother and, without so much as a glance at the other two, he carried her tenderly down the hallway and into her bedroom, kicking the door shut behind him. He laid her gently on the bed and sat down beside her.
"Mom, oh, Mom, I'm so sorry! Can you ever forgive me?"
A low moan came from Lynn's throat. Her eyelids fluttered, opened and focused on her handsome son.
"Donnie... Donnie, Oh, God. I've been through a nightmare, a sick, perverted dream. But it's not a dream ... it's reality. What I saw in there really...." Her voice faded.
Lynn turned her head away, as the tears spilled hotly from her eyes. She wanted to die ... so desperately ... to end the torment in her body. She couldn't face her son with the longing and lust for him still strong in her loins. And she couldn't face him because of what she had just seen. The girl with her mouth wrapped around his young cock, while Herb's hard prick rammed into her asshole from behind. Lynn couldn't understand what had happened to bring about this whole obscene display, and she didn't care, not any more. It was her own moral corruption that bothered her, her own lewd longing for this boy. She had to end things once and for all, and she intended to, as soon as he left her alone in her room. She would sneak to the bathroom, where she was headed before the sounds of their lust had sidetracked her. She would swallow the pills and ...
"Mom, I didn't want to hurt you. I never wanted to hurt you." His eyes rested on her face. He wasn't noticing the firm, taut breasts with the hardened nipples, the soft, dark cuntal mound covering the folds of her tormented pussy. "I, well, I got a little high tonight, and I came home early. I found Fran and Herb together in there and I went crazy. I wanted to kill them both. But as I watched them, I found myself getting aroused. I couldn't help it. I lost control! Then Fran started talking to me, like she always does ... obscene words, words to excite me. I had to have her. I just had to! I didn't think. Oh, Mom .. ."
Lynn listened to the confession, not understanding at first. Then her numb mind began to clear and she realized suddenly that her son was admitting a weakness much akin to her own ... a sin of the flesh which she had allowed to happen to her and Herb, while watching her son's cock get sucked in the afternoon. They had both been blinded by lust and allowed their emotions to overrule their minds. He was as tortured and confused as his mother had been.
Slowly, her pain and her guilt began to lessen, as the knowledge of her close relationship with her son became clear in her mind. And her heart went out to him, with deep and abiding love. Her soul was still tormented with the lust she had for her son, and she still felt she had to rid her son of her mortal being, for his good and for hers. But the closeness between them at this moment surged through every fiber of her body.
She turned her head toward her son and looked up at him through tear-filled eyes, and a smile touched her lips. "Donnie, my darling son."
"Mom, oh, Mom ..." He pressed his head to her naked breasts and she could feel his hot tears on her flesh. She put her arms around him, cradling him to her, holding him tightly as he clutched her body.
"Donnie, my son, my darling ..." She stopped, but her thoughts lingered. It feels so good to hold you, to have my arms around you. We should be together from now on . . . but my thoughts for you are too depraved. There's no help or hope for me, because I want to make love to you desperately. I want your hot, young, hard cock deep inside of me. . . .
Suddenly her body began to tremble as she held her son, began to move, as the fires of her lust began to soar through her. She knew it was happening, felt her tender warm pussy begin to secrete drops of her passion, felt her nipples harden and the horror crept over her mind again. She had to let go of him, had to stop this lewd thinking before she did something that even death wouldn't change.
But her arms refused to release the body of her son. Instead she felt herself holding him tighter, clinging to him, her fire-ridden body moving faster on the bed. Her thighs began to open and close and her mind was filled with the image of her son's large, throbbing cock as she had seen it earlier that day, working its way in and out of Fran's mouth, as she had seen it again tonight, doing the same thing. Her thoughts consumed her brain with hot, burning desire, and she almost moaned aloud in delight at the sensations in her belly and her hot cunt.
My God! her brain screamed. Don't do this. Don't let it happen. Don't ever let him know how sick you are with lust for him. Stop . . . before you destroy your son . . . and yourself!
But even as her thoughts pleaded with her mind, words that she could not stop were reaching her lips. "Donnie, I love you! I love you more than anything else in this world! Donnie, my darling son. I NEED YOU, DONNIE!"
Don could hear his mother's words as he held her against him, but at first he attached no sexual significance to them, or to her body twisting beneath him. He was only feeling concern for her, compassionate love after the traumatic experience she had suffered during this long day. His heart was bursting with the same love she was professing, a deep love, deeper than he had ever felt toward her, a love similar to what he had felt for Fran ... a love that needed some kind of lasting expression ... the ultimate expression!
Suddenly, Don became aware of what sort of love he was referring to, what he was really thinking. He clutched at his mother. He couldn't believe that he had been having physical thoughts about his own mother.
Jesus, what's the matter with me? Am I still high from the pot and beer. Am I insane at learning that my girl friend is a common whore. How can I think about my mother in such a way, especially after what she's just been through. He knew he loved his mother deeply, but not that way . . . dear God, not that way!
His forehead broke out in a cold sweat, and he tried to keep his eyes away from his mother's body. He felt tingling sensations in his loins as he stared at her, unable to look away. He could feel an ache of pleasure in his male organs, even though he had just cum in the young girl's hungry, cock-sucking mouth. But this was a different arousal... deep love for the woman who was his mother-a love and a feeling that was growing stronger. A feeling he could not deny.
He wanted this woman. He wanted to fuck his own mother!
Don felt as though he had just been kicked in the stomach. He almost leaped off the bed as he tried to escape the thoughts whirling around his mind. But there was no escape, no control. He couldn't give in to this overwhelming desire . . .he couldn't fight it off, either. He couldn't touch his own mother, but his body was crying out. .. touch her, love her, fuck her.
Chapter Eleven
His hands reached out, seeking the blanket so he could cover the irresistible naked form in front of him. But as he started to cover her body, Lynn's hand reached out and caught his, stopping him from concealing her proud nudity.
She stared at her handsome, half-naked son, one hand on his wrist, the other on his shoulder. He could see the tortured battle raging in her brain, written on her contorted face. Her body was writhing wildly now on the rumpled bedsheet, her squirming pussy seeping the liquids of her desire, and she knew she had lost the battle. She wanted her son, his body and his love, desperately.
"Donnie . .. Donnie, I love you so much. I want you. I'm hot, I'm raging with passion and desire for you. I want you to love me, Donnie. I want you inside of me, your hardness deep in my belly! I have to have you!"
Jesus fuck! His mind reeled at her words. My mother wants me, just as I want her. This can't be happening. She's having the same thoughts I'm having. She wants me to enter the body that gave me life . .. her body.
The thought was terrible and exciting at the same time. He wanted to jump up and run, go somewhere and think the whole thing over and try to understand. Mother and son, loving each other so much, they wanted to consummate that love. He wanted to run, but he couldn't move. He listened to her words of lust and love, feeling her hot fingers on his arms, watching her body writhe on the bed as arousal overtook her.
As he watched her, his young cock began to grow from his naked body, began to fill with blood and jutted up from his belly. Her eyes saw the growing organ becoming hard. She knew he was excited and that he wanted her. She knew that the prick she was gazing upon was getting hard for the boy's mother.
At the sight of the erection, Lynn sat up in bed and threw her arms around the boy, pulling his face down to hers, kissing him hotly on his eyes, cheeks and mouth. Her tongue began to probe his lips, mashing her breasts against his chest. Her cunt secreted the hidden liquids of her intense passion.
Don tried to pull away, at first, but she held him much too tightly. He moaned, completely lost now ... a slave to the love he felt for his mother.
His mouth opened under hers, and then he was kissing her back, swirling his tongue around hers, sucking it as he had sucked her breasts of milk as a baby. His hands moved down over her shoulders, around to touch her soft sides. They dipped up and sought out her firm breasts. The nipples on the soft tips became hard in his fingers.
Lynn began to feel an inner peace shoving away the torment of the horrible day. The moment she had dreamed of was finally becoming a reality. It was fast approaching. And it wasn't wrong, because he wanted her too! Their love was the same and their need was the same. She had found a new life at last.
She clung depserately to him, kissing him, moaning, while he fondled her breasts. Her hand sought out his aching cock, and she encircled it, her son's beautiful penis.
She stroked it lovingly, up and down, her fingertips caressing his trembling balls. His hand ran up the smooth skin of her thighs and brushed against the soft, damp pubic hairs of her crotch. He cupped her between her legs, feeling the damp patch of soft hair. She invitingly spread her legs out wide to make his exploration easier, and he ran his fingers over the warm opening of her pussy. Using his thumb and forefinger, he parted the soft lips, and with his other hand, he felt the narrow slit and the damp soft flesh of her vagina. He began to stroke and caress her burning hot clitoris as she stroked his expanding cock.
His cock grew harder under her soft touch. He knew he had to have her, but he wasn't sure how much aggression to use on his own mother. It was a new situation. He took his mouth away from hers, drew back slightly and stared at her naked loveliness, the way she was holding his cock, the way his finger was tenderly sliding up and down her wet cuntal slit.
He heard her whisper, "Donnie, I have to have your dick inside me. I want you! I need you. Fuck me Donnie, please. I want you to fuck me!"
His question had been answered.
She squirmed her buttocks down into the mattress in rhythm to his manipulation of her clitoris. She moaned in the darkness of the room. Don grew more excited from the tantalizing touch sensation of her tight pussy. His cock was throbbing from the pressure of the blood filling it to hardness. He knew he had to put his cock where his finger was now buried.
Her long beautiful legs were spread wide to expose, to her son's gaze, the full expanse of her hotly waiting vaginal plane. Her fingers dug into the moist slick surface of his cock. He pulled his finger out of her clasping cunt. She was guiding the hard fuck organ of her son to the waiting opening, using it's thick hair to part her own pubic curls and the lips of her tender hot pussy. Lynn gasped aloud at the sudden contact of her son's fiery prick against her damp orifice. He didn't want to hurt her, but only to prove his love.
"Darling, Dooooonnnnie!" She moaned in ecstasy.
"Mom ... oh, Mom . .." he cried.
Her face was a few inches from his and he could feel her warm breath against his cheeks. He found her lips again with his mouth and kissed her hungrily. Her tongue pushed up inside his mouth and flicked deeply inside in answer to his wet kisses.
Don could feel her hands reaching under the exposed buttocks as she arched slightly, and the sensation of his balls being massaged by her hands sent shivers up his spine. She shoved her hand down between their bodies, searching for the hardness of his cock. She had let go of it, at the touch of his lips. Now, she wanted it back. She found the pulsating rod and fondled the swollen glands tip with her cool fingers.
She threw her arms around his neck, tightly, crying out, "Now, Donnie, now!"
He pushed his dick forward into the tightly clenched opening. Lynn's hips flew up to meet the thrust, burying his rod almost the full length in the folds of her hot, wet cunt. It clamped around the swollen prickshaft, locking it deep within her pussy. She felt the sperm-bloated testicles smack softly against her upturned, satiny buttocks.
My cock's inside her.. . it's inside my mother's body! The thought was mind-blowing. And he knew she was loving every inch of his massive prick in her wet pussy. He could feel her urgency as he rammed his boy cock down into her hungry fuck passage.
The boy began to revolve his pelvis slowly, grinding his cock into her naked loins, expanding thee walls of her clenched pussy, and her own buttocks rotated insanely on the bed, demanding harder thrusts.
Quickly, in response to her reaction of excitement and rapture, he increased his pace and the length of his stroke, knowing he couldn't last much longer. He felt the volcano inside his balls ready to erupt ... the boycum lava would soon spill out. She raised her cunt up to him in rhythm to his downward thrust. Her legs were wrapped tightly around him and she used her arms and arched back to take him in to her maximum depth. Her breathing came in short gasps as he fucked her burning crotch.
He was slamming into his mother with increasing force, his swollen cock nearly out of the tight sheath clasping it, then plunging down again, his testicles slapping hard against her anal opening. The pressure in his balls was mounting, and his head swam wildly with the knowledge of his mother cumming, of his cumming in her cunt with his devoted boy cum seed.
In their rapture, they didn't hear the bedroom door open. Fran and Herb had recovered from the shock of Lynn finding them, and they now stood naked in the bedroom. When they saw what was happening, they couldn't believe their eyes.
"Holy shit!" Herb whispered to the girl. "It's Lynn and Don . .. fucking!"
"They sure are!" The girl giggled. Her eyes gleamed and her pussy began to tingle with excitement. "I never would've believed it, if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes!"
Fran reached down and grabbed Herb's cock, jerking it into arousal once more. "Makes a person horny, just watching, doesn't it?"
"Shit, it sure does!"
"Wanna do something about it?"
"Right here?"
"Why not? It's as good a place as any!"
"Suits me fine."
"I'll get on all fours and you can dog fuck me from behind." Fran directed. "Only this time fuck me in the cunt, baby. I want your cock in my cunt."
"That's exactly where you're gonna get it!"
She knelt down and Herb slipped his cock into her demanding pussy, both of them staring wildly at the sight of the mother and son fucking on the bed. With lust, they began to flail at one another mercilessly. But a few feet away, there was no lust between mother and son; only love, deep and binding love, and they were totally unaware of anyone else in the room-and if they had known, they wouldn't have cared. For them, they were alone in their new-found love .. . alone with each other.
Lynn was impaled on her son's hard shaft and rapturous moans escaped her lips, which were now fastened to her son's. She milked his tongue passionately, just as her pussy milked his young cock.
"I'm almost there, honey! I'm ready to cum, my darling!" She cried in his mouth. He was in complete agreement, for he was almost there himself. He increased his pace even more, deepening his thrusts as she gyrated wildly beneath him, grinding her hungry cunt up and down his cock with fury. He stiffened his shoulders under his mother's tight fingers. He was on the brink of orgasm, and he fucked deeper and deeper.
"Oooohhhhh, oooohhhhh... ." Her climax climbed over the pinnacle. He ground his cock deep and hard, faster and faster into her loving womb. She tossed her head from side to side, her dark hair flying. Total rapture burst from the very core of her being.
"Ahhhhh, ooohhhhhh, darling Donnie."
He felt her pussy walls secreting warm gushes of wet love-juice around his cock. His mother was cumming from his cock buried inside her. He had to cum with her!
He sensed his own cumming. His sperm was about to race through his cock to fill his mother's pussy. Her cunt was clasped tightly around his organ. Suddenly his orgasm erupted fully from his balls. His juices spurted from his cockhead deep inside Lynn's quivering belly. It was a never-ending flow, causing her to moan in cries of delight as her stomach quaked with the unleashed pool he was emptying into her. Their liquids were mixing, fusing, knotting them together as lovers in the complete sense of the word, mother and son cumming together.
He kissed her gently as he felt the final drop of cum run from the tip of his cock into her relaxed body. They lay there together for an eternity, not moving, knowing nothing. They were oblivious to the bestial sounds of Fran and Herb as his cock spurted cum into her climaxing cunt, in the doorway of their room.
After a while, both Lynn and Don slept in each other's arms, and when they awoke, it was after two in the morning and they were alone together in the room, alone in the apartment. But they didn't know and didn't care about anything, except their love.
Heinz lay peacefully sleeping on the floor at the foot of their bed, and they smiled at one another in joy and rapture. And for the rest of the night until morning, mother and son explored their physical and mental depths again and again.
Finally, with the sun up, they again fell asleep in each other's arms.
Chapter Twelve
When they finally awoke, Don had the unpleasant chore of going to find Fran and asking her to leave. He'd decided it had to be that way just before he went to sleep. Not that he didn't want her around any more, not that he didn't still want to see her or fuck her. He just wanted her out of the house.
Lynn had no idea that was what he was going to tell her. She didn't even want to bridge those problems yet. She didn't even want to think about them. The realization that she had almost-stupidly-taken her own life was enough for her to not want to think about real problems at all.
A moment later Donnie came running back into the bedroom, still naked, his heavy boy cock flopping in front of him. "Look at this!" he exclaimed, sitting down on the bed next to his beautiful mother/lover.
Lynn looked at the note:
Don:
I guess I'm a lot like Momsie, just running off and doing what I want to do whenever I feel like it. I've gone off with Herb, to be his "mistress," I guess you might say. You don't need me any more, you never really did. You 've always been a "mama's boy" anyway. Good luck, guy. You were a good fuck, III admit that. Hope she enjoys it while she can. Fran
"That cunt!" Donnie said, crumbling the note in his hand.
"I saw through her the minute I laid eyes on her," Lynn said honestly.
"If eel like a real jerk," Don said.
"Donald Stolte," Lynn said sternly, pulling the paper from his hand and tossing it to the floor, "you're not allowed to waste another minute thinking about that girl. Do you understand?"
He nodded with a big grin on his face, "I promise," he said, lifting the covers from her beautiful body. "I also promise to make love to you every single day."
"Twice a day," she said, putting her hand around the snug warm shaft of his growing cock, pulling the foreskin back all the way. In a moment she had her body twisted around and his cock was in her mouth, just as in her dream, tasting sweet, filling her mouth as it hardened.
They were in a sixty-nine position, and he pressed his lips to her cunt, licking there at first, and then pulled her pussy apart with his fingertips and let his tongue slide up her till it tickled her clit.
One thing I'll say for her, the bitch sure taught him well! Lynn knew she would always have slutty Fran to thank for that. She took all of her son's cock in her lips until it got so hard she was forced to pull her lips from his pubic hair.
But she was determined to deep-throat him, just as in the dream. She positioned her head and made sure her throat muscles were relaxed. Then she bore down on his cock and took it all the way into his throat, the head bulging inside her windpipe like a big red apple!
"MOM!" Donnie screamed, holding onto her asscheeks for dear life, nestling his moaning face into the warm confines of her pussy. "Oh, God, Mom!" He couldn't believe what she was doing to his cock.
"Mmmmmmgggfffff," Lynn moaned as she moved the cock around down deep in her throat. Then she pulled off, till just the tip was locked in her. lips, and she started licking, and playing with it with her hands, fondling his nuts, letting the foreskin move up over the tip, pulling it back again, "biting it, kissing it, driving him wild with desire.
And he stared into his own mother's cunt, the cunt he had fucked so perfectly, so beautifully the night before. He put his tongue all the way up it, up the wet passage, the hot womanly steaming passage. He wanted to suck out his own jism, the cream he'd deposited there three times the night before....
"Don, Donnie!" Lynn moaned, holding his cock against her cheek, pressing against his abdomen, holding the part of his body she had wanted for so long. "Oh, Donnie, make my pussy cream, make me hit!"
She just held him, knowing that she was holding her baby where she had held him when he was little. She felt his hard cock pressing into her cheek, into her hair, and his balls against her neck, her lips touching his hairy thigh, her naked hard tits pressing at his firm belly....
Donnie worked his tongue in her cunt, stroking her clitoris, loving the lips of her vagina, making her wet and wild, making her a woman again, as he'd done the night before, making love to her pussy with his young lips.
"Oh, Don, I'm going to cum! You're going to make me cum!"
Don felt her body shaking on the bed as she grasped his ass-cheeks with her hands, pressing her head into his groin. I'm going to cum if she keeps that up, Vm going to cum all over her face and hair. .. .
Lynn rubbed her face against his cock, licking and moaning and clawing his ass with her fingertips. She had no idea what she was doing to him, she was only responding to the wonderful feeling in her pussy. She didn't know he was on the brink of orgasm himself!
Don started tongue-fucking her cunt with all the passion in his young body, because he knew he was going to shoot all over her face, and he didn't want to cum before she did. Cum, Mother, cummmmm! Goddamn it, cum! He slammed his tongue up her cunt again and again, trying to bring her off before she brought him off!
"Donnnnn," she moaned against his cock, her eyes closed, rubbing him, spreading her legs, kicking them into the air on the bed, feeling her senses jumbling into one ball of passion and fire. "I... I'M... I'M CUMMING! YES, NOW, DONNIE, NOW!"
She kicked wildly as Don felt the gush of womanly liquid pleasure rush over his tongue and lips and cheeks. He lapped it up, constantly licking her clit and driving his young hard tongue into her vagina. Then he let out a moan and knew he was going to------
It took Lynn by complete surprise. She was moaning and crying in her orgasm, in the wake of her cumming, not even thinking that the mere friction of her face would be enough to bring him off again so soon-they'd only slept for three hours-and she was planning on sucking his cock some more till he came.
But, as she held her face against his body and pulled at his asscheeks while her body rocked with her orgasm, she was suddenly shocked to feel something hot squirting over her cheek, over her face, onto her forehead and into her hair.
"MOM!" Don shouted, lifting his greased face from her pussy suddenly as his orgasm hit her.
Then she knew what was happening. And she loved it! She twisted her face just in time to see the tip of his big hard organ open and shoot out a stream of hot fresh boy cum that landed on his leg. But she wasn't about to let any more of it go to waste. She drove her lips down over the cumming cockhead and sucked out every last drop of semen left in him.
"Oh, God, Mother, it was incredible, it was too fucking incredible," Donnie moaned into her crotch, licking her pussy slightly, feeling his cock softening in her mouth as she caressed it with her tongue.
Then she pulled out and sat up. "God," she said, "there's cum all over you." There was cum on his thighs and his abdomen and his balls. She started licking it up, lapping at him with her tongue, as if she were Heinz, until it was all cleaned up.
"Mother," Don said, when she turned to him after she'd licked him clean, "your face is still white with jism!"
"What?" She reached up and felt her cheek. Sure enough. She smiled and began to wipe it into her skin, to rub it around. "Well, they say protein's good for the skin!"
Donnie laughed, and then kissed her lips, and finally licked all the drying sperm off her face. Then they settled back into bed and Heinz jumped up and curled at their feet.
"Shall we spend the day in bed?" Lynn asked.
"Yup," Donnie said, curling up against her breasts.
"A celebration of sorts," Lynn whispered.
"Definitely a celebration," her son added, closing his eyes.
"Woof!" Heinz said, and settled down with his eyes closed.
Heinz lay there peacefully sleeping as they smiled at one another in joy and rapture and together, mother and son explored their physical and mental depths again and again and again____
It was about two months later when Don returned from shopping in the Loop and told Lynn, "Mom, you'll never believe what's happened. Herb Williams has been arrested!"
The mother stared at her son in disbelief.
"Arrested? What for?"
"For violating the Mann Act, from when he was living in Las Vegas." he explained. "He was running a prostitution ring, transporting underage girls across the state line. The police traced him to Chicago and he's in jail now, awaiting extradition back to Nevada."
Lynn shook her head slowly. She felt sorry for Herb, but that was all. Whatever she thought she could have felt for him, when she first ran into him that day in New Town, had died when she found out the kind of man he really was-just as Don's love for Fran had died when he discovered her true self. These were people who did not love. Their emotions were controlled by pleasure and ego.
"What will happen to Fran now?" she wondered aloud.
Neither Lynn nor Don had seen Herb and Fran since they'd read her note, and had made no effort to contact them. Both couples were from different worlds. It was love opposed to lust. There was no point in trying to reunite the two pursuits of life.
He answered his mother's question with a sigh. "I guess Fran'll go back to California, Mom. She belongs there, running wild on the beach sand. I just hope she doesn't find another immature guy like me and do to him what she did to me, or what she tried to do. ..."
"Tried and failed, my beloved." Lynn pressed her body against his. "Failed, because we found each other, when we were both at our lowest ebbs, filled with torment and confusion. Our love has seen us through, brought us back to a full enriching life.
He kissed her mouth, running his tongue over her lips. "Right, Mom, you're always right. And I love you very much."
"As much as I love you." She answered. Her hand slid down between their bodies and she cupped and tenderly squeezed his cock and balls, as they quickly sprang into hardness at her fond caress. She laughed. "You're not at all immature, my son. You're a man, the most wonderful man in the world, with the most wonderful piece of man-manhood a mother could want."
Don's heart was bursting with pride for love for this woman. He picked her up in his strong arms, kissed her breasts, her mouth, her eyes and carried her into the bedroom to once again fulfill their burning sex need.
Heinz lay on the carpeting by the fireplace watching them. It was as if he understood. The two people that he loved not only loved him . .. they loved each other too!
