Sometimes, if it weren't for her incisively true-to-life character sketches, one might almost get the feeling that Gina Green has been sent here from another planet as a student of the sexual habits of humans, and that when being told about our moral values she somehow got them mixed up in her mind. Auntie's Groovy Movies is a case in point.
For instance, most novels dealing with perversions go something like this: In the beginning the hero or heroine is neck-deep in his or her particular vice, racked with guilt, the helpless victim of lust. He or she is then enlightened by some wholesome alliance, or by a change of scene or some other device, and the book ends with his or her victorious extrication from the sordid sink of sin.
Auntie's Groovy Movies turns this time-honored model on its head. Rose Sanders, the key character, begins as a God-fearing, self-respecting, but miserable, forty-three-year-old mother of a twelve-year-old boy and finds happiness in the end by becoming a pervert.
Even this use of the work "pervert" conflicts with the point of view of Miss Green's narrative, in which her apparent idea of morality and society's idea of it lie head to foot. This book is somewhat like an inverting lens through which the lurid rays of "perversion" are projected as rosy beams of "enlightenment."
The embodiment of this lens is Maggie McDonald, Rose's forty-five-year-old sister, ex-stripper, ex-whore, and now the madam of a brothel which supplies elderly ladies with young boys. Maggie pays Rose an unexpected visit from New York City and immediately proceeds to "libertinize" her sister's household, her church, and eventually her neighborhood. It's through the author's obvious admiration of Maggie-of whom she claims to be a personal acquaintance-that we get that "sex student from Mars" feeling about Miss Green.
Of course we don't need to go quite that far. Actually, there are many different ways of looking at the healthy vs. perverted question; it's a matter of what paradigm you're in, or, as Miss Green would say, of "where you're at." Dr. Richard Kruhn, in a 1910 monograph entitled "Sexual Practices in the South Sea Before the Time of Captain Cook," writes that "in many areas, the moral paradigm of the Oceaneans was directly antipodal to that of the civilized West ... so that what was considered sinful by the missionaries was often held to be virtuous m the eyes of the islanders, and vice versa."
A paradigm is an intellectual or moral achievement which underlies a system of thought or belief. Every astronomer, for example, before the work of Copernicus, conducted his scientific pursuits in the Ptolemaic geocentric paradigm. The Copernican revolution, which demonstrated that the universe didn't revolve around the earth after all, clashed violently with the Ptolemaic system-just as violently as the religion of the European missionaries clashed with that of the peoples of the Pacific islands. The basic characteristic of a paradigm, scientific or moral, is that we tend to consider it universally valid and will fight tooth and nail to hold on to it rather than admit that there could possibly be another system that might work just as well or better.
In this sense, by deliberately reversing our socially conditioned moral values in her writing and anticipating our instinctive reaction to such a blatant approach, Gina Green demonstrates quite graphically-sometimes with verbal punches directly to the gut-the contemporary paradigm clash between the tenacious nineteenth century Puritanism and the brave but groping "sexual revolution" of our own day. Specifically, she demonstrates that-in her opinion at least-there is no common ground between the two systems; your membership in one wholly excludes you from the other. Or, as Ken Kesey says, "You're either on the bus or off the bus."
Rose's first sexual encounter with her son, little Stevie, for instance, is almost like a religious conversion in reverse. It has all the emotional violence of an old time revival, but what is revived is Rose's sexuality rather than her spirituality:
Rose was sucking him now with full mouth-strokes, from root to head, up and down, up and down, making little grunting noises in her throat, her hot saliva dribbling down around his balls, wetting the hand that was caressing his puckering ass-hole, her tits flopping to and fro with the bobbing motions of her head, her cunt juice running down her thighs, and she was thinking:
Oh, give it to me, Stevie! Give me your cum! Your sweet, sweet cum! Shoot in Mama's mouth! Please, please! I want it! I need it! I-I ... SPURT! SPURT! SPURT!
You might say Rose was converted to the Church of Incest. Then came the Friday night get-togethers with the choir boys, who ... but you can read the rest of it for yourself.
We, as publishers, make no value judgments on the various moral paradigms which are battling among themselves these days for social supremacy. But we do believe in the rights of an author to freely give to the public his or her "inside view" of our individual or collective hang-ups from the vantage point of any system of thought or way of life. Miss Green's system, which portrays incestual lust as a possible means to sexual health and happiness, is perhaps best capsulized by the closing line of Auntie's Groovy. Movies:
"They didn't make it to church the next morning."
Surely it would not be desirable for a society to reach a point where "anything goes." We hope, however, that we are approaching a day when anything can be said. Gina Green writes as though that day had already arrived!
You will find the Rated X books, along with their companions, the Surrey Collectors Series and the HIS 69 gay titles at your favorite adult bookstore or newsstand each and every month. Serious collectors of strictly adult reading will want them all, side by side on their private book shelves for definite re-reading and ready reference.
-THE PUBLISHERS
CHAPTER ONE
Rose's desire, carnally speaking, for her little boy had been building up in various subtle under-the-surface currents ever since Charlie, her late husband, passed away almost ten years ago. Once, back in '65, she tried something with her first son, who was thirteen then, but she muffed it. Other than that, nothing much came of Rose's strange desire until one night last June, the day after her sister Maggie's rather unexpected arrival from New York. Before that, Rose's desire was like a large hungry but timid shark following a small silvery unsuspecting sardine through the dark incestuous Ocean of the Id.
It began in a bathtub.
Little Stevie, who had just turned twelve a week ago, had discovered something: If you saw certain things you weren't supposed to see, or just thought about them even, your ding would get stiff. And then if you rubbed underneath it with the palm of your hand when it was like that, it felt funny. Weird, or "far out," as his big sister Patty would say if she had a ding and rubbed it like that. And the faster you rubbed it the weirder it felt until finally it felt REALLY weird! and then you couldn't do it again for a while.
This is what Stevie was doing in the bathtub, stroking his ding. It worked better if you put some soap on your hand.
It was late and everybody had gone to bed-though Stevie wasn't the only one who had gotten up again. Bedtime in the Sanders household was sometimes like the opening of a curtain rather than the closing of one, and this was one of those nights. Of the four people in the big rambling two-story clapboard house-Stevie, Patty, Aunt Maggie and Rose-only Rose was still in bed. But even Rose wasn't asleep. She was wide awake, in fact, and restless.
Stevie knew Patty wasn't in bed, because he'd seen her sneak out through her bedroom window and climb down the trellis to meet her boyfriend Roy, who was waiting for her down there in the mango orchard.
He saw what they did down there, too, because there was a full moon and they did it out in the open between two mango trees. That's why Stevie decided to take a bath.
But he didn't know about Aunt Maggie, who was on her knees outside the bathroom door, watching him through the keyhole and rubbing herself between the legs. If he had he wouldn't have been playing with his ding like that, because he knew it was not a nice thing to do. His mother or his Sunday school teacher had never said to him, "It's not nice to play with your ding," in so many words, but he knew it just the same.
That was one of the things that made it so much fun-knowing that you weren't supposed to do it. But he'd have shit, so to speak, if he'd known Aunt Maggie was out there.
Hey....
Stevie had just made another discovery. If you held the head of your ding between your thumb and forefinger and slid your foreskin up and down it felt even better than just rubbing underneath it with your palm.
That's neat, he thought. Boy, oh boy!
The heel of his hand went splash, splash, splash and the soap suds bubbled up around his hairless little balls and his throbbing little pecker got stiffer and harder than ever, just like he'd hoped it would.
I'd better explain that.
You see, Stevie had discovered a long time ago that sometimes his prick got stiff on him. But until yesterday he'd thought it was caused by warm water, because he'd never noticed it except when he was taking a bath. Yesterday he found out that looking at ladies' private parts, and thinking about it later, had the same effect on his ding as hot water did. Putting these two facts together, he concluded that if you did both things at once-thought about naked women and sat in warm water-your prick should get twice as stiff, and feel twice as good when you rubbed it, as when you did one thing at a time.
Little Stevie has a fine mathematical mind and will probably have a brilliant career as a computer programmer or something like that.
So after watching Roy Rollins fucking his big sister down in the mango orchard tonight, Stevie decided to put his theory to the test.
Sure enough!-his prick was stiffer-maybe not twice as stiff, but stiffer than it had ever been before-and the rubbing felt at least twice as good as when he did it last time!
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah--!
Splash, splash, splash! went his hand. Bubble, bubble! went the soap suds.
And Aunt Maggie's cunt went squish, squish, squish! But Stevie didn't hear that.
True, the theory itself was a failure. It wasn't the combination of warm water and dirty thoughts that made it feel so much better, it was that trick with the foreskin that did it. But still, Stevie's reasoning shouldn't be scoffed at, because it was the testing of the theory that led to the foreskin discovery, and after all, the end result is the important thing.
Meanwhile, Aunt Maggie was swearing to herself-and Aunt Maggie could really swear, too. That was one of the things that embarrassed Rose about her sister's moving in with them. Maggie was always saying, "shit," and "goddamn," and "fuck it," and things like that, and Stevie heard her call the taxi driver a "mother-fucker." In other words, she talked just like Patty did when Mama wasn't around.
Stevie knew his mother didn't approve of that because she always jumped all over Patty whenever Patty said a dirty word at the wrong time by mistake. And several times during the two days since Aunt Maggie arrived, he had heard Mama say, "Maggie, please!"" under her breath when Aunt Maggie said something nasty. But Stevie liked Aunt Maggie anyway. It was thanks to Aunt Maggie that he got that first REALLY good feeling in his ding. That was yesterday, while he was lying on the sofa listening to her call the taxi driver a mother-fucker and looking up her skirt.
It was just after she got there. Stevie had let her kiss him when she came in, and he thought she smelled nice. Usually he didn't like that kissing business with relatives but this time it wasn't so bad. Her boobs felt soft and warm like big round hot water bottles when she hugged him.
She said the last time she saw him he was "that high," but Stevie didn't remember it. He couldn't remember ever seeing anybody that looked like Aunt Maggie, except once in a movie. His mother had taken him with her to a drive-in and he was supposed to go to sleep in the back seat but he didn't. He peeked over the front seat and managed to watch most of the movie without Mama knowing it. The movie was called A House Is Not a Home and Aunt Maggie reminded him a little of the lady that ran the whorehouse in that movie.
Stevie should have been commended on his perception. Because not only did Maggie look like a madam, she actually was one. In fact, that's how she happened to suddenly pop up here at her sister's home in Florida, unannounced and unexpected. Her whorehouse was busted, or about to be busted-it had something to do with contributing to the delinquency of little boys-and she had to get out of town in a hurry. But she hadn't told Rose about that yet. She said she was just taking a little vacation.
"That big city shit starts to get to you after a while, you know," she said.
Maggie was forty-five but she'd taken pretty good care of herself. So had her sister, but it was not as noticeable, even though Rose was three years younger than Maggie. The two sisters resembled each other in the face, but there the resemblance stopped. Rose was rather slim and kept her dark hair, lightly streaked with gray, pulled back severely from her face, while Maggie was a full-bodied woman-heavy tits, a big ass and legs like a Clydesdale-and her thick, bright orange hair was trimmed in a imagine French cut. Also, while Rose wore little make-up or jewelry, Maggie had on sparkly green eye shadow, black eye-liner, iridescent purplish-pink lipstick that Stevie thought would surely glow in the dark, and large flashy rings on all her fingers.
She was wearing a bright silk fire-engine-red dress with a skirt MUCH shorter than Stevie's mother ever wore and a deep V neckline cut so low you could see a little bit of her black bra in the point of the V.
Right from the start Stevie was fascinated by the long deep crease of plush white powdered flesh between Aunt Maggie's great wobbly hot water bottle tits. When she walked her whole body shimmered and flashed and wiggled and jiggled as though she were made out of milk custard and decorated like a Christmas tree, and that crease kept changing shape, getting longer or shorter, slanting this way and that, opening and closing like a mouth. The crease reminded Stevie of the crack of a very fat ass.
Then, as he lay there on the sofa, he got fascinated by something else. Aunt Maggie was sitting in an armchair with her big legs crossed and turned slightly to one side so that Stevie could see the underside of one thigh all the way up to her ass. Boy, that skirt was almost as short as the ones Patty wore!
There was something exciting about those sheer black stockings Aunt Maggie had on, and now he could see the tops of them, where the garters clipped on, and the plump bare skin above them. He liked her red high-heeled shoes, too. It was while Stevie was marveling at these wondrous lower parts of his Aunt Maggie that he noticed his ding had gotten stiff.
Then she recrossed her legs and Stevie's ass started going up and down. He hardly knew he was doing it, he'd never done it before, it just felt good, that was all. What triggered this innocent humping was the glimpse he got of Maggie's crotch while she was changing knees. It gave him a sudden surge of elation, like finding the surprise in the bottom of a Cracker Jack box. All he saw was a reddish black flash but it was enough to make him feel all warm and tingly inside his pants. His legs were stretched out straight and pressed tightly together and his stiff little dick was flattened up against his belly, so that when he moved his behind up and down the underside of his dick rubbed against the sofa cushion. That's why it felt so good. This was the first part of little Stevie's discovery.
Rose would have been shocked and would have made Stevie leave the room for sure if she'd seen him dry-fucking the sofa like that. But she didn't notice it because her back was to him. Maggie noticed it, though. She kept on talking to Rose about her trip and all, but every now and then she would glance slyly at the boy and shoot him a knowing grin as she opened her thighs to give him another peak.
This winking and grinning didn't even embarrass Stevie, that's how naive he was. Aunts were all the time winking and grinning anyway and he didn't connect it with the humping. After all, he wasn't playing with himself or anything. How could Aunt Maggie know his ding was hard? It was just ... like tapping your foot or something like that, as far as Aunt Maggie knew. That's what he thought and so he kept on humping.
But of course Aunt Maggie was on to her innocent little nephew and she continued to manipulate him, by remote control as it were, with skillful exposures of the control box between her thighs, all the while carrying on the conversation with her sister as though nothing were happening. Finally she closed in-or opened up, rather-for the kill.
She uncrossed her knees, spread her thighs, slumped back in the chair with a make-believe sigh of fatigue, and said, "No shit, Sis, I'm bushed."
She certainly was. Stevie could see it perfectly now-all that curly red hair stuffed into the sheer black bulging crotch of her panties. And that long deep dark crack down the middle. It was Stevie's first good look at a cunt, and that was when he made the second part of his discovery.
It took him completely by surprise. It felt like his dick went ping! ping! ping! and he got all warm and twitchy inside. It didn't last but a minute. Just ping! ping! ping! and that was it.
He didn't even realize anything had squirted out and of course, since it was his first orgasm, not very much had. In fact, by the time he undressed that evening it had all dried up, so that he didn't find out about the squirting part until he got into bed and tried it again, this time with his hand, lying on his back and stroking the underside of his ding with the palm of his hand. The stuff spurted up in the air and landed on his chest.
The next day-after getting a good morning kiss from Aunt Maggie, who wasn't wearing anything at the time but a flimsy silk dressing gown-he went to the bathroom and found out it worked better with a little soap. And now, as we've seen, he had stumbled onto that thumb-and-forefinger foreskin trick. He was coming right along.
Anyway, the reason Maggie was swearing to herself was that she couldn't see little Stevie's prick from the keyhole. She knew what he was doing, she could hear the splash, splash, splash and see the glazed look in his eyes, the fluttering eyelashes, the twitching lips-but she couldn't see his goddamn prick!
Shit, thought Maggie.
The side of the fucking bathtub was too fucking high and the fucking keyhole was too fucking low. She could go around to the balcony outside and try the view from the window over the tub, but by the time she got out there he'd have shot his wad. She didn't want to rush the kid, but....
Oh, what the hell? Now's as good a time as any.
So she stood up, wiped her slimy hand on the hem of her nightgown, adjusted the loose swooping neckline, checked her half-naked tits in the dim light of the hallway, and opened the bathroom door. it was about this time that Rose gave up trying to get to sleep. She got out of bed and went to the window. A small cloud was drifting" across the moon. It was the only cloud in sight.
Looks like it might rain, Rose thought. I'd better go close Stevie's windows.
She put on her robe and slippers and went quietly out into the hallway.
CHAPTER TWO
Poor Stevie was right on the brink when Maggie walked in on him.
"Aunt Maggie!" he gasped.
"Well, hi there, sugar," said Maggie, acting surprised to see him. "I didn't know you were in here." She grinned and glanced at his hard little prick, thinking, There it is! Wow!
Stevie drew his knees up to his chest, making a loud swooshing noise, in the soapy water, his ding drawing in its head like a startled turtle.
There it was. Maggie sat down on the toilet seat beside the tub, and said, "Looks like you had the same idea I had."
"Uh...."
"Taking a hot bath to cool yourself offs" she explained.
"Oh," Stevie said, trying not to look embarrassed.
'They say you feel cooler when you get out, you know. I was so goddamn hot in my room I thought I'd give it a try." She gave him a sexy-flirty smile-the same kind of smile she'd flashed at him a couple of times yesterday morning while he was humping on the sofa-and added, "I guess we both got hot at the same time, huh?"
Stevie swallowed. He didn't get the double meaning but the way she said it, it sounded dirty. He said, "Uh-yeah, I guess so."
Maggie laughed softly and her big boobs bounced up and down. Stevie tried not to stare at them but he couldn't help it. Her big brown nipples showed right through the front of her lacy nightgown and then-My gosh!-and then she bent forward to scratch her ankle and one side of her wide neckline slipped off her shoulder and slid down halfway to her elbow. Stevie thought her whole tit was going to fall out right before his eyes, but the neckline caught on her nipple.
Aunt Maggie's jugs weren't the only thing that nightgown didn't hide. Now that her cunt wasn't stuffed into the crotch of a pair of panties, her red bush looked bushier than ever. Through the pale blue see-through acetate of her gown it looked sort of purplish. Weird....
Stevie's hard-on came back almost as suddenly as it had gone away. Finally he jerked his eyes from Aunt Maggie, blushed, and said, "Oh-uh-I'll be out in just a minute, Aunt Maggie."
"That's okay," Maggie said. "Take your time."
My gosh! Stevie thought. Is she gonna stay here till I get out?!
"Did I, ah, interrupt anything, sugar?" Maggie asked with another of those sexy grins and a suggestive glance in the direction of Stevie's crotch.
Oh, no! thought Stevie, wishing he could pull the plug and disappear into the drain. She must have seen what I was--!
Just then Maggie put one foot up on the side of the tub, casually resting her chin on her knee, and Stevie found himself face to face with her naked cunt. Talk about a view! It was like a bright orange spotlight shining right in his eyes at point-blank range.
"Uh ... what?"
"I said, did I interrupt anything when I came in?"
"Oh-uh, n-no, I-I was just-uh-washing."
"Uh huh," said Maggie with a knowing grin. "like this, huh?" And she made the classic jacking off motion with her hand, thumping the heel of her fist against her cunt as if she had a cock.
Stevie seriously considered trying an escape through the window, he was that desperate. This was awful!
But Maggie just laughed-"Ha, ha, ha!"-and said, "Relax, honey, your old Aunt Maggie knows all about that shit. Nothin' wrong with it, it's perfectly normal. Hell, I'd be worried about ya if ya hadn't started beatin' your meat yet, a kid your age. Pretty soon you'll be stickin' it in every little twat on the block. Ha, ha, ha!"
Stevie gulped. His face felt like it had a heating pad on it. If only she'd put her leg down!
"What got ya hot this time?" she asked with a grin. "Still thinkin' about shootin' your Aunt Maggie's squirrel yesterday?"
"Sh-shooting your s-squirrel?"
"When you look up a lady's skirt and get a look at her cunt, that's what they call shooting a squirrel."
"Oh," Stevie said. Then it came to him what she was talking about and without thinking he blurted out, "Oh!-gosh, no, Aunt Maggie! It was Patty and Roy. They...." Uh oh, he thought. I shouldn't have said that.
"They what?" asked Maggie, still grinning. "What's that sexy little sister of yours up to tonight?"
"Well, they, uh ... I better not tell," he said. "Why not? It'll be just between you and me." She smiled.
"You promise?"
"Sure. What d'ya think, I'm a fink or something?"
" 'Cause if you tell Mama, Mama'll jump all over Patty and Patty'll know I'm the one that told on her and she'll probably beat me up."
"I wouldn't blame her," Maggie chuckled. "But don't worry, it won't get back to your mama. What did ya see? Somethin' good?"
"Well ... I saw Roy Rollins sneakin' around in the bushes downstairs-Roy, he's Patty's boyfriend-and then I heard Patty openin' her window. She climbed down the trellis and she ... she wasn't wearin' anything but her little snort nightgown. When she got down to the ground she pulled it off and Roy kissed her. She didn't even have any ... panties on or nothin'. And then...." Stevie swallowed. How could he tell her the rest?
"Well, don't stop just when it's gettin' good," Maggie said. "Did he fuck her or what?"
Stevie swallowed again. But he was beginning to feel a little more at ease. He was terribly relieved that Aunt Maggie hadn't reprimanded him or made fun of him for playing with himself-or beating his meat, as she called it. He wasn't sure what fucking meant exactly, but he figured that must be what Patty and Roy were doing, so he nodded and said, "I guess."
"You guess?" Maggie said. "Well, shit, either he fucked her or he didn't."
Stevie shrugged. "I guess he did, then."
"Could ya see 'em from your window?"
"Uh huh. Roy spread somethin' out on the ground and Patty laid down on it with her ... with her legs spread out ... she was right out in the moonlight between two mango trees. And then Roy got on top of her and..."
"And your prick went-" Maggie made a low whistling noise and slowly uncurled a forefinger until it was sticking straight up.
Stevie couldn't help but giggle. That was exactly what his prick had done. Aunt Maggie really did know what she was talking about.
Maggie giggled, too, and put her hand on Stevie's knee. "Can I see it?"
"Uh ... see what?"
"Your prick," she said, trying to pry his knees apart without appearing too eager. "Have ya still got a hard-on? Come on, lemme see it, Stevie. Don't be so bashful, I'm your aunt, for Christ's sake."
"Yeah, but-"
"What d'ya think, I'm gonna bite it off or somethin'? "
"No, but-" Again Stevie broke into a giggle. Aunt Maggie said the funniest things. He let go of his legs and let her pull them apart.
"Hey, that's a nice one!" Maggie said as Stevie's stiff little dick sprang up out of the soapy water like a jack-in-the-box, and she thought, Oh goddamn, it's beautiful! Holy shit, I'm gonna cum all over myself in about a minute.
It was just the kind of prick that turned Maggie on: slim, stiff and uncircumcised. Just the tip o the little red head showed at the opening of his foreskin. It looked baby-smooth, without a single hair around the root, and his balls looked like two little bird's eggs.
Every other part of Stevie looked younger than his age. He was rather short and a little skinny, and he had soft blonde hair, big blue eyes, a pug nose and an almost girlish mouth with full pink lips. But there was nothing child-like about his prick! It was a good three inches long already and Maggie could see that in a few years he was really going to be hung.
By then, she thought, he won't be get tin' turned on by an old whore like me. But for now....
"Yeah, that's a fine little dong, sugar," she said. "You oughta be proud of it. ... Why don't ya go ahead and jerk off while ya finish tellin' me about your sister gettin' fucked?"
"Jerk off?"
"You know-" She made the jacking motion with her fist again. "Oh." My gosh!
"Or would ya rather I'd do it for ya?" "Huh?"
"I mean, shit, it's the least I can do after bustin' in on ya like this. I'm pretty good at it."
"Oh ... well ... that's okay," Stevie stammered. "I can, uh-"
"Well, anyway, lemme get in there with ya. No need o' wastin' water when we can share the same tub, right? "
And before Stevie could think of anything to say, Maggie stood up, hoisted her long gown, baring her hairy cunt in one motion, and then pulled the whole thing off over her head, her big boobs plunging and swinging like a couple of giant jellyfish.
She stepped into the tub and stood over the wide-eyed boy for a minute like some obscene colossus, one foot on the edge of the tub, thighs spread wide. Her fat hairy gash looked like the crack of doom and her breasts were like huge milk-white thunderheads.
"Yeah, I know," she said, slapping one of her big buttocks, "My ass is too fat." She cupped her huge jugs in her hands and bounced them up and down. "My tits are startin' to sag, and I'm gettin' a little pot on me." She rubbed her belly. "But old Red here's still in good shape." She patted her cunt. "Ha, ha, ha!"
Stevie giggled. He wondered if all ladies had names for their cunts. On an impulse he pointed at her bush and asked, "Do you dye that?"
"What, this?" Maggie said in an indignant voice, glancing down at her orange beard and fluffing it up with a plucking motion of her hand. "That's a hell of a thing to ask a lady." Then she laughed and added, "Yeah, I dye it. You think it's too bright?"
"No," Stevie said in a funny voice. The heavy smell of the thing was filling his nostrils now and he saw that it was gooey along the shaggy lips. "I think it's ... pretty." Sort of.
Maggie smiled and let her gaze travel openly down the front of his slim, smooth-skinned, hairless little body as far as his dick, which was standing at attention, pointing straight up at her drooling cunt. "You're sweet," she said, her voice quivering a little.
Stevie was stretched out between her legs now, leaning back against the back of the tub, his arms floating in the water. His little nuts were floating, too. He wasn't making any attempt now to cover his nakedness. He wasn't even blushing.
His prick twitched.
Maggie had a strong urge to squat down and take him right then ... but she held herself back.
"Sit up," she said. "Lemme get behind ya."
Stevie sat up and Maggie stepped over him. He ducked as he passed between her legs but not low enough to keep his head from bumping her cunt. It made a squishy noise and got his hair a little wet. It felt like hot oil on his scalp.
"Whoops," Maggie said.
She turned around and sat down in the water, facing the same way as Stevie. With her knees up and her thighs spread wide, one foot on either side of her naked nephew, she gripped his slim slippery waist and pulled him back toward her until his smooth little butt was up against her hairy crotch. "There we go," she said. "Lean back, I got a-couple o' nice pillows for ya."
She means her boobs, Stevie thought as he leaned back, feeling her coarse bush scrubbing along the crack of his ass and then her great warm tits flattening against his back. They really were like pillows! Sort of. This was fun. But gosh, what would Mama say?!
Mama would probably have had plenty to say by now if she'd gone on to her son's room as she'd intended to. She'd have discovered he wasn't in his room, heard voices in the bathroom and looked in while Maggie was sitting on the toilet showing him her crotch. But by the time she actually did open the bathroom door she had nothing to say at all. She was speechless. As a matter-of-fact, she damn near passed out.
Less than halfway to Stevie's room, Rose had stopped. It was a pang of guilt that did it. No, she had said to herself. You know very well it's not going to rain. The real reason you're going to Stevie's room is to. ... No, you mustn't, Rose! You mustn't do it again. Just when you're about to get over the other time, with Donald. Never again, you said then. Remember? You've just got to stop trying to get even with a dead man. Especially ... that way.
Donald was Rose's first son, grown up and married now, and the "dead man" was her late husband Charlie, who passed away almost ten years ago under somewhat bizarre circumstances. But we'll find out about all that later. Anyway, instead of going to Stevie's room, Rose had gone downstairs to the kitchen and poured herself a glass of milk. As she drank it she stared at the wall, the one between the kitchen and the guest room where her sister was sleeping-or so Rose thought.
Maggie has a lot of nerve, barging in like this. Somehow, Rose felt, Maggie's arrival had something to do with her sudden urge to ... go to Stevie's room. But even this thought was not clearly formed in her mind. All she knew was that until now she had had much less trouble controlling her temptation.
I must ask the Lord's help, she thought. But-she didn't feel like praying now. Next Sunday would be soon enough. Try to keep busy, she advised herself. Give more time to the choir ... oh, I just know Maggie's going to embarrass me before this is over. She's such a ... such a heathen.
Finally, about the time Maggie sat down in the tub with Stevie, Rose took a big cucumber from the refrigerator, intending to eat it in her room (cucumbers helped her get to sleep), switched off the light and left the kitchen.
Passing by the guest room, she noticed the door was slightly ajar. The shameless thing, Rose thought with a sigh of disgust. She hasn't even enough modesty to close her bedroom door. I wouldn't be surprised if she still sleeps in the nude like she used to. She started to close the door quietly, then, without knowing why, opened it wider and looked in.
The window shades were open and a wrinkly square of moonlight lay across the bed. The bed was empty.
"Maggie?" Rose called softly.
No answer.
Now what's she up to, wandering around in the middle of the night? Rose checked the downstairs bathroom but her sister wasn't there either. Then she looked on the front porch. No Maggie. Maybe she's taking a walk. But the front door was still locked from the inside.
Rose stood there in the dark for a minute, trying to keep the next possibility from pushing into her mind. But she couldn't help remembering the way Maggie kept looking at little Stevie with that ... that gleam in her eye. It was the way Rose herself often wanted to look at him but wouldn't let herself.
Oh, no, surely Maggie wouldn't....
Getting a firm grip on her cucumber and gripping the banister tightly for support, Rose started back up the stairs. Her knees were trembling and she felt a trickle of sweat running down between her tits.
'There, that's enough," Maggie said as the water level dropped down around Stevie's balls.
Stevie leaned forward, put the plug in again and settled back against Aunt Maggie's big warm soapy-slick boobs. Her big nipples rubbed against his back like pencil erasers and he snuggled his little behind back into the hairy harbor between her plump thighs. The addition of Maggie's fat ass to the tub had raised the water quite a bit so they had to let some out because Maggie didn't want to jack him off .underwater. She wanted that cute little cock up where she could see it.
"Now, ain't this cozy?" she murmured in Stevie's ear, sliding her hands down the undersides of his thighs, from the backs of his knees to the cheeks of his smooth little butt, then up over his slim hips, around to his belly and down into his crotch.
He spread his legs a little and said, "Uh huh," letting his head fall back on Aunt Maggie's soft shoulder and thinking, My Gosh! She's really doing it! She's playing with my ding!
Rolling his nuts in her left hand, gently exploring' his tight little ass crack with an extended middle finger, Maggie skillfully skinned his foreskin back with her right hand and rubbed her thumb around and around in little circles over the slick red head until the clear oily fluid began to well up out of the tiny mouth-slit. His prick was alive in her hand, twitching and pulsating.
"Feel good?" she said, her hot breath burning his ear.
Stevie tried to say, Uh huh! but a sudden thrill of pleasure shot through him just as he opened his mouth and. made the words catch in his throat, so he just nodded. He couldn't get over how much better it felt with a hand all the way around it like that than just doing it with your thumb and forefinger. It was really something, taking a bath with Aunt Maggie.
"Boy, you sure raise a nice hard-on," she said. "Mm-mm!"
Stevie's scrawny ass started moving all by itself, sort of like it had on the sofa yesterday. Maggie took her thumb from the head of his little boy prick and worked the hard little shank with a slow fist stroke.
"Did ya know that girls get hard-ons, too?" she asked, pausing to smear a little more soap on her palm.
Stevie shook his head. How could that be?
"Well, they do," Maggie said. "In face, your Aunt Maggie's got one right now."
Stevie turned his head to look at her face. He just wanted to see if she was joking, but this motion brought them nose to nose, their mouths very close together. Maggie, grinned, kissing him with her full lips, slipping her big tongue once into his mouth, and said, "Wanta feel it?"
Stevie giggled and said, "You don't have a ding," his voice jerking from the pleasure-thrills.
"Sure I do," Maggie said. "Sorta. Gimme your hand."
She took Stevie's right hand and guided it back to her cunt. About a third of her gash was above the water, and she took his middle finger and pushed it into the upper corner. Gosh!-it was all hot and slimy! And-sure enough! there was a hard slippery thing in there! But Stevie thought it felt more like a big lima bean than a ding.
Maggie moved the tip of his finger over her erect clitoris in a rhythmic, circular motion. "Feel it?" she said.
"Yeah." Stevie breathed, fascinated and more excited than ever. "Gosh, do ya ever. . . ? I mean-"
"Jack it off?" Maggie said, and Stevie nodded. "Shit, yes. All women do if they get hot and there aren't any men around to fuck 'em. It's called frigging." She continued to manipulate herself with the boy's finger. Foamy cream was already flowing from her cunt and clouding the water. "Wanta frig me while I jerk ya off?"
"Okay," Stevie panted. "How do I do it?"
"Just like you're doin' now, honey," Maggie grunted. "Oh, goddamn, that feels good! That's it ... round and round ... round and round ... mm ... mm ... mm ... . "
That was when Rose cracked the bathroom door and peeked in.
"Now," Maggie panted, "tell me more about how that horny kid fucked your little sister."
Rose had felt relieved when she saw the light under the bathroom door. There was no tub in the downstairs bathroom, only a shower. Maggie must have come up here to take a tub bath, that was all. But just to make sure, Rose had gone to Stevie's room and ... found it empty.
As I said, that first peek into the bathroom was almost too much for poor Rose. There was only one thing that kept her from fainting dead away: sheer sexual arousal.
Neither of the tub's occupants were aware of their audience, because Maggie's head was turned away from the door, blocking Stevie's view of it. So they just kept on with their mutual handwork.
Rose literally couldn't believe her eyes.
There was her old sister sitting in a bathtub with her little infant boy. Both were naked and appeared to be masturbating each other. Maggie's fist was going splash ... splash ... splash ... as she slow-stroked Stevie's stiff little prick, and there was a sloshy-squishy noise that must have been made by his finger in Maggie's big hairy cunt. His little hand was making a stirring motion between the woman's open thighs and her huge tits were slapping heavily against the boy's back.
Rose reacted not as if this were happening in real life but as though she were seeing it on a movie screen. Her brain sort of shorted out, you might say. She pulled the door quietly, leaving only a slit to peek through, opened her robe and slipped her hand inside the front of her pajama bottoms.
"Well," Stevie was saying in a strained, uneven voice, "he got on top of her and ... and started sucking on her. ... "
"On her tits?" Maggie prompted, quickening her stroke a little.
"Yeah," Stevie said. "He started sucking on her tits." The dirty word tasted sweet and nasty in his mouth. He said it again: "On her tits! And he squeezed her tits, too, and I think he ... I think he bit 'em, too, 'cause I heard her say, 'Oh, Roy, don't bite me!' like that, like she really wanted him to bite her tits. And then he ... I mean, she reached down and..."
"Grabbed his cock?"
"Yeah, she grabbed his cock ... while he was sucking her tits ... and ... and it looked like she ... well, it looked like..."
"She put his cock in her cunt, right?"
"I guess so," Stevie said hoarsely. His hand was going faster now in Aunt Maggie's slit and his palm was all gooey with her hot cream and her fist was going faster and faster-going slishy-slishy-slishy, up and down his prick and he knew it was going to happen soon. (So did Maggie.)
"Yeah, she put his cock in her cunt! And then--! And then his rear end ... his ass started going up and down! I could--! I could see it in the moonlight and Patty--! Patty wrapped her legs around him and--! And--! And--! "
"Go, Stevie!" Maggie grunted. "Go, go, go, g--! " And then she started to cum. "Gh--! Gh--! Gh!-"
"Oh ... Aunt ... M-Maggie! ... I ... I think it's ... gonna..."
And it did.
Maggie aimed it straight up at her face, opened her mouth, and it went SPURT! SPURT! SPURT! The first spurt hit her in the eye but the next three or four shot right into her mouth. GodDAMN!-there was nothing she liked better than the taste of little boy cum! Pure, sweet, fresh, virgin cum! SPURT! SPURT! SPURT! And her spasming cunt was going squoosh! squoosh! squoosh!
The rest of Stevie's cum squirts were less powerful. They splashed against his chest and dribbled down his belly and finally it was over.
"Gosh!" he gasped, hardly able to speak. His ass slid out from under him and he ended up on his back with his head resting on Aunt Maggie's flooded cunt, which was still jerking spasmodically. "Gosh ... thanks, Aunt Maggie!"
"Oh, sugar," Maggie laughed breathlessly, leaning over him and swinging her great sweating jugs back and forth over his face, stroking his panting lips with the swollen brown nipples, "you're somethin' else, no shit."
Rose shut the door softly, doubled up as though she had a stomach ache, and came, one hand inside her pajamas, the other over her mouth to muffle the uncontrollable grunts. "Mf--! MM Mf--! "
Then she straightened up, wiped her fingers on her pajamas, closed her robe, walked stiffly down the dark hallway, sort of like a zombie, went into her bedroom, shut the door, took the cucumber out of the pocket of her robe, took off the robe, took off the pajamas, lay down on her bed and fucked herself with the cucumber.
CHAPTER THREE
It was about two hours later that Rose re-emerged from her room, dressed in her prim night gear again-faded bathrobe, baggy cotton pajamas and quilted house slippers, each decorated with the bedraggled remains of a pompom. This time she went straight downstairs to Maggie's room, shoved the door open and marched in like a policeman making a bust.
The moonlight was dim now but she could see that her sister was stark naked, sprawled out on the bed, snoring loudly. One of her feet dangled over the edge. Rose hit the light switch with one hand and shook the dangling foot with the other.
"Maggie," she said in a soft, cold, angry voice. "Wake up."
In the sudden glare of the overhead light, Maggie's naked body seemed to spring up in Rose's eyes like a grossly obscene snapshot taken with a flashbulb in a French hotel during World War II. Those awful, fat, blue-white udders with their wrinkly brown nipples and their stretch marks, swelling and sagging in rhythm with her snoring ... her fat arms stretched out above her head, all those cheap gaudy rings on her fat fingers ... those fat thighs, grubworm-white, spread wide open, and that fat bulge between them, with its disgusting tangle of bright orange fuck ... that horrible fat crack between the fat cheeks ... reeking with perfume and cunt smell ... the long fat lips gaping open ... those ghastly folds of raw meat inside. ... The sight made Rose's stomach flutter and her knees felt weak. She took a deep breath. Be strong, Rose.
"Maggie!" she shook the limp foot again. "Wake up!"
Maggie snorted, opened her eyes, shut them, rubbed them, opened them, squinted against the light, sat up and grumbled, "What the fuck?"
"Even though my children's ears are going to be safe from it during the remainder of your visit,"
Rose said in a stiff icy voice, "I must insist for my own sake that you never use that word again in this house."
Maggie rubbed her nose noisily with the back of her hand, scratched her crotch, also loudly (scrape, scrape, scrape), opened her eyes a little wider and tried to focus them on the ramrod figure standing at the foot of the bed. "Rose, what the fuck are you talkin' about?" she said with a yawn. "It's the middle o' the fuckin' night, for Christ's sake!"
Rose sighed with disgust. "Maggie, I want you to pack your things and get out. I would much prefer that you leave now, before morning. I don't want the children corrupted any more than they have been already. I'll call a taxi while you're getting ready."
That woke Maggie up.
Rose turned, nose in the air, and marched toward the door.
Holy shit! Maggie thought. That little prick must have finked out on me! "Now wait a minute, Sis," she said. "Wait just a fucking minute! Sounds like somebody's been-"
Rose whirled on her, furious. "Maggie, I asked you not to use that word in this house!"
"What word?"
"Fuck!" Rose barked, immediately slapping he hand over her mouth and quickly shutting the door-closing the barn after the cow had gone, you might say. (Nobody upstairs heard it, however both Patty and Stevie were dead to the world.)
Maggie chuckled. "I just wanted to hear ya say it."
"Maggie--! "
"All right, all right," Maggie said, holding up he hands. "Will you please calm down and tell m what it is I'm supposed to have done?"
"You know very well what you've done," Rose insisted, her voice trembling with anger. "It's m duty as a mother to protect little Stevie from an further damage to his-"
"Stevie?" Maggie broke in, putting on suspicious, puzzled expression. "What kinda shit' that kid been feedin' ya?"
"Nobody's been feeding me any...'shit,' a you so crudely put it. You may as well sto playing dumb and start packing. I know what kind of person you are-in all these years you haven' changed-but I thought you'd surely have th decency to conduct your ... your affairs at a saf distance from me and my children. Good Lord, if I had dreamed you'd actually--! " Rose's voice broke and she turned abruptly to the door again.
"Goddamn it, Rose, why don't you stand still for a minute and explain this to me like a civilized human being, instead of-"
"A civilized human being?" Rose exploded, facing the naked woman. "You've got a lot of nerve, Maggie MacDonald! Telling me to be civilized after what I saw--! "
Saw? Maggie was wide awake now, her mind alert and moving fast: What she saw! So that's it! She glanced quickly at the bedside clock. It was one thirty. Holy shit, that was more than two hours ago! Why didn't she bust in on us and...? Then it dawned on her and she smiled inwardly. Well, well, she thought. Shit, I should have figured it out before this. After all, we're sisters. I guess it runs in the family.
Rose caught her breath and tried to steady her voice. "Let's say our goodbyes now. After I call your taxi I'm going to bed and try to forget this ever happened. I'll tell them you'll be waiting outside at the ... " Maggie stood up and started toward Rose, her big naked tits swinging and bobbing as she walked. " ... in half an ... hour. Maggie, you-you stay away from me, now!"
"Oh, for Christ's sake," Maggie sneered, leaning back against the door so that Rose couldn't get out. "What d'ya think, I'm gonna beat ya up or somethin'? "
Rose swallowed, backing to the center of the little room. Maggie had beaten her up once, when they were kids. She had ripped all of Rose's clothes off and shoved her out the window, right in front of a bunch of boys who were playing ball in the sand lot next door and then closed the window so she couldn't get back in. Rose was fourteen then. She had had to run all the way around the house in broad daylight, the boys whistling and whooping behind her, and she could still see the expression on her mother's face when she came sneaking into the kitchen with no clothes on. The reason Maggie did that was because the night before Rose had told her mother that Maggie was in bed with their little brother Timmy and they were doing something nasty, and her mother had gone in there and caught them doing it. When Papa got home Rose got the spanking of her life because Maggie swore up and down that her sister had taken off her own clothes and climbed out there "to show herself off to those boys."
But this time Maggie was sure she wouldn't have to use physical force. She felt relaxed and confident. With a shrug and a brief closing of her eyes, she said, "Okay, so ya caught me with my pants down again. I'll leave-it's your house, after all-but before I go, Sis, I want ya to know I ain't fallin' for that bullshit about your 'duty as a mother' and all that crap."
"Maggie..." Rose could hardly get her voice above a whisper. "I-I'm warning you-"
"You want me to tell ya the real reason you're kickin' me out?"
Rose felt herself blush violently. She felt trapped, somehow. But why? she wondered. Damn her! What have I got to be afraid of? She opened her mouth but Maggie landed her first blow before she could say anything:
"Jea ... jealous?! How dare you say a thing like that?"
Maggie shrugged and scratched her cunt again. "Why not? It's true and you know it. You're pissed off 'cause I got to the kid before you did. Same reason you ratted on me that time I was fuckin' Timmy. He told me about it, you know-about how you tried to put the make on him in the garage that day. Except he didn't know that's what you were tryin' to do. The trouble with you-"
Rose finally found her voice. "Maggie, that is not true.'"
"Aw, shit, Sis, what's the point in lyin' about a little thing like that after all these years? What's it been now? ... Thirty years, almost. Thirty fucking years! We're gettin' old, Sis-but we ain't dead yet. At least, I ain't-as you might have noticed while you were peekin' in the bathroom door tonight." She chuckled at her sister's faked look of outrage, and went on:
"Anyway, the trouble with you back then was that you gave up too fuckin' quick. You were a damn fine-lookin' chick. You wouldn't have had any trouble gettin' it on with Timmy if you'd just stuck with it for a while-like I did. He didn't know what the fuck was comin' off. You gotta go slow with little peckers like that, and you don't give up after the first try. Maybe that's your trouble now."
Rose's cheeks felt like they were on fire. "Surely you're not suggesting that I-that I--? "
"How the fuck do I know?" Maggie said with another shrug. "I ain't seen ya in ten years. Maybe you've tried, maybe you haven't. But I'll tell ya one thing for sure: you've wanted to for a long time, and you still want to, now more than ever. Am I right or wrong? Come on, tell the fuckin' truth for once in your life."
Suddenly, without warning, Rose burst into tears, covering her face with her hands.
Maggie's face softened and she went over to her sister, putting her arms around her and patting her on the head. "There, there, now," she said in a soothing voice. "Come on over here and get it off your chest." She guided Rose gently to the bed and sat her down. "That's another thing-you been holdin' it in so long it's got ya all fucked up inside. Lemme kill this light, okay?"
Rose nodded, still sobbing, and Maggie switched off the light. Then she helped Rose out of her robe, hung it over a chair and sat down beside her in the hot, humid dark, putting her arm around her slim, shaking shoulders.
'There, that's better. Go ahead and cry, it'll do ya good.
As Rose's sobbing got quieter, Maggie told her that whatever she'd done or wanted to do, she had nothing to be ashamed of and not to worry about shocking her. "I'm shockproof," she said and went on to tell her about how she'd been a striptease dancer, a stag movie actress, and then a full-time whore for many years, and then about how she'd become a madam when she was thirty-eight, got her own house and then moved into a bigger, fancier house with more girls, and finally told briefly about the trouble which had brought her to Florida on the run. She didn't go into it very deeply, but it seems she was building up a stable of little boys and doing a booming business renting them out to elderly ladies, when one of the boys' mothers got wind of it. Most of the boys were working with their parents' consent, but this boy wasn't.
"Shit, I've run the whole fucking course, Sis," she went on. "But it seems like the older I get, the younger I like 'em. like, Timmy was just somethin' to do around the house, y' know?-for me, I mean. What I really went for in those days were the old farts with their big greasy dicks and all-the bigger and greasier the better. You know, the dirty old man types that pick ya up on the way home from school and give ya candy and take ya out in the woods. I ate that shit up. The first one got me when I was twelve-hadn't even started to bleed yet. Busted my cherry wide open." She chuckled and sighed with nostalgia. 'Then there was old Uncle Harry."
Rose sniffed and lifted her tear-streaked face. "Uncle Harry? Really?"
"Shit, yes," Maggie said. "That sonofabitch used to get me up in the attic and eat me like a goddamn grapefruit. He had a cock on him as long as your fuckin' arm, Rose, that's no shit. What was he then?-at least sixty-five. Ha, ha, ha!"
Rose laughed, too-weakly-and dried her eyes on the bed sheet. Then she lay back on the bed, legs hanging over the side, and took a deep shaky breath, letting it out slowly. Maggie shifted her ass further onto the mattress and sat cross-legged beside Rose, facing her. The last faint rays of the setting moon played softly over the younger sister's breasts as they rose and fell, gently now, inside her loose-fitting pajama top. Maggie's heavy-sweet perfume-vagina smell didn't bother
Rose so much now. It was kind of nice. And she didn't jerk her fingers away, either, when they brushed against her big sister's cunt-hair every now and then.
"But then when I got older," Maggie was saying, "I liked 'em younger. like when I got out of high school and left home, I really went for these middle-aged married guys-thirty-five, forty, around in there. When I was thirty I went for guys my own age, but that didn't last long. After that I started going after these young studs-college kids and so forth. In those days the young chicks weren't putting out quite so easy as they do now, so I didn't have too much trouble. Anyway, I went right on down the line till I got to the kiddies, and that's where I stuck. I don't know, maybe it's weird, an old whore like me gettin' so turned on by a prick no bigger'n my thumb and not a sign of a hair around it, but ... well, I do, so what the fuck? I really don't think there's that much wrong with it, no shit, Rose. I mean, what's it gonna hurt 'em to get broke in early? It's not like you're gonna marry 'em, for Christ's sake, and keep 'em for yourself all their lives-you're just startin' 'em off right, that's all. Then when they start gettin' some pussy their own age they won't be so goddamn dumb about it. I know, I never had a kid o' my own. But if I did ... well, shit, I think I'd feel the same way."
Maggie paused and ran the fingers of her free hand through Rose's hair. "Feelin' better, Sis?"
Rose nodded and squeezed Maggie's hand lightly, her knuckles brushing over coarse crotch curls.
"Ready to tell me about it?"
Rose took another deep breath and said, "Could I have a cigarette?" which was strange, since Rose didn't smoke.
Maggie said, "Sure," reached for her cigarettes and lit two of them. "There ya go."
"Thanks." Rose took a drag, coughed, and began:
"It was different with me. It didn't start until Charlie died...."
CHAPTER FOUR
"I never told you how it happened. I've never told anyone."
"You mean, it wasn't really a heart attack?" Maggie asked. "Let's see, he was supposed to have been chopping wood up at somebody's cabin in North Carolina, right?"
"That's what I told everybody," Rose said. "It was a heart attack all right, and yes, it happened in North Carolina. We'd rented a cabin in the mountains for our vacation. But he wasn't chopping wood. He was ... well, he died on top of Celia."
Maggie stifled a burst of laughter and said, "Why, the old fox! Celia ... she was your first daughter, right?"
"Yes. She was just turned fourteen then. I was in the cabin that morning when I heard her yelling somewhere up the mountain. I ran up there and found them in a little clearing, both of them stark naked. Celia was crying and yelling, 'Get him off me! Get him off me!' I just couldn't believe my eyes."
"What'd he do, pop her cherry?" Rose shook her head. "No, it had been going on for months. Celia admitted it later." "Then what was she yellin' for?" "Charlie was dead." "Oh."
"He was overweight, you know, and Celia was just a little thing. She couldn't get out from under him. He was holding onto a rock with one hand and a fallen log with the other and she couldn't pry his fingers loose. She was pinned under there with his ... his penis still inside her. It must have been a horrible experience for her. It took me at least five minutes to roll him off. It was awful, Maggie."
"I believe it," Maggie said. "But, Sis ... what's this got to do with you havin' the hots for little Stevie?"
"That's when it started," Rose said. "I didn't feel sorry for Charlie, or even for Celia. I was just mad. Oh, God, was I mad! I hated them both, but especially Charlie. I felt like just kicking him down the mountain and leaving him there to rot, the fat slob. I wanted revenge. I wanted to get back at him, even though he was dead. I wanted to pay him back."
"Oh, I get it," Maggie said, casually undoing the top button of Rose's pajama top. "But Stevie was only-what?-three, wasn't he?"
Rose nodded. "But Donald was thirteen."
"Aha."
"It took me a month to work up my courage. One night I ... I slipped into his and Stevie's room after they'd gone to sleep. Donald was lying on his back and he ... he had an erection. His penis was-"
"Aw, shit, Sis," Maggie cut in. "Why don't ya speak English?"
Rose smiled up at her sister and gave a little nose laugh. She felt another of her buttons being undone. "All right then, he had a hard-on, and his prick was sticking up under the sheet."
'That's better." Maggie opened the last button and folded the pajama top back from Rose's chest, her hand brushing over a tit. The nipple-was hard. Both women took a last drag on their cigarettes and put them out, as if in unspoken agreement.
"I pulled the sheet down and saw that he was naked. I just wanted to look at him-I mean, I'm sure that's all I would have done if he hadn't had a hard-on, or if he'd had his undershorts on, or ... or even if he hadn't been lying on his back like that. And I'm sure I'd never have had the nerve to try anything if he'd been awake. But all those things together ... that little dick sticking straight up, twitching and everything ... well-"
Rose's voice broke off abruptly as she felt her middle finger being pushed into the warm hairy crack of her sister's cunt. But she didn't pull her hand away. And when she felt the elastic waistband of her pajamas being pushed down her belly she lifted her ass off the bed for a moment, let Maggie slide the pajamas down her hips and then kicked them off onto the floor. Finally, as Maggie's plump fingers combed gently through the dark curls of her bush, Rose continued:
"Well, anyway, I undressed and eased onto the bed. I got on my knees over him, straddling his little hips, and ... and then I. . . " Maggie had a finger inside Rose's cunt now, working her stiff slippery clit with a skillful circular stroke. " ... and then I took his little dick in my hand and..." Rose drew a sharp breath and whispered, "Oh, dear Lord!"
"A little higher," Maggie said, and Rose moved her trembling finger up along her sister's juicy crack until she felt the sharp underedge of her slimy clit. "Good."
"I took his stiff little dick in my hand," Rose went on in a hoarse shaky voice, "and ... and moved the foreskin around a little bit and ... it was ... all slick and warm ... and then I opened up my ... my cunt with my other hand and...."
Maggie was massaging Rose's breasts now, rolling the hard nipples, pinching them gently. She was surprised to find that Rose still had pretty good tits. They weren't large but they weren't flabby either. Those old-fashioned hard-shelled bras she wore made her look almost flat-chested, but she wasn't. There was no need to guide Rose's hand any more-it was working clumsily but effectively inside the fat gooey folds of Maggie's twat. Rose fixed her eyes on Maggie's huge ghostly jugs, wobbling in the gloom with the frigging motion of her arm, and continued:
" ... and I got my cunt ... oh, dear ... got my cunt right over his dick and ... and slipped it down over the little head and ... and ... Maggie, I--! Ah!. ... Ah! ... Ah!..."
Rose's body shook all over as she came. Maggie came, too, but her orgasm was less violent. She closed her eyes, gritted her teeth, holding on tightly to one of Rose's tits with one hand and Rose's jerking cunt with the other until her own spasms subsided. Finally, Rose relaxed, too, and went limp, panting heavily. Both women's bodies were slick with sweat and the hot cunt smell hung thick and pungent in the small dark room.
"Thank you, Maggie," Rose said in a soft whoosh of breath.
"I thought I owed that to ya, kid." Maggie got two handfuls of Kleenex from the bedside table, mopped Rose's crotch with one and her own with the other. "No shit, I'm sorry about jumpin' Stevie like that. I wouldn't o' done it if I'd known I was buttin' in on ya, but I didn't catch on till ya came bustin' in here tonight. So anyway..." They both stretched out on the bed, side by side, their heads propped up on the pillows and Maggie lit up two more cigarettes. Their naked bodies glowed yellow in the brief light of the match, then dimly red as they sucked on their cigarettes. The smell of exhaled tobacco smoke mingled intimately with the sweaty cunt smell. "So anyway, what happened with Donald?"
"I fucked up," Rose said, thinking with amusement that she hadn't used words like that since before she married Charlie twenty-one years ago. Charlie had been a very religious person-a hard-core Baptist-and had strictly forbidden such language. "As soon as I got his prick into me his eyes popped open and he started yelling. 'Help, help!' It was awful. The poor kid was scared shitless. I got off and ran out of the room. I didn't know what to do. How could I ever face him again after that? But you know, he never said anything about it-nothing at all. I guess he thought it was a dream or something, I don't know."
"And you never tried it again?"
"No, never. I was so ashamed of myself. I swore I'd never do anything like that again. But then
Stevie started growing up and the old desire to get back at that sonofabitch Charlie began to come back on me. But ... well, I'm sure I'll never have the guts to do anything like you did with him. I guess you were right-I was trying to take it out on you. If I couldn't have him, why should you? Of course that was all inside. I would never have admitted such a thing to myself. I've been such a hypocrite, Maggie."
"Well, I think we've knocked the hell out of your hypocrisy, Sis," Maggie said. "But I gotta tell ya-you're still not being honest."
"I'm not?"
"Hell, no. Look, Rose, you know damn well that's a lot of bullshit-all that crap about revenge. All you're doin' is makin' excuses for the perfectly natural fact that you dig little boys."
Rose started to make an indignant protest but decided not to and sank back into her pillow. "What makes you think that?" she said calmly.
"Because, for one thing, you said it started after Charlie fucked himself to death, but you left out the thing with Timmy. It's the same as with me-as you get older you're comin' back to that kind of stuff. What the fuck, we both got the same bug.
Why not admit it and go on from there? We must have inherited it. And for another thing, if revenge is all you're after, how come you didn't bust on into the bathroom tonight and kick my ass out than and there? I'll tell ya why-because it turned ya on, that's why. Why else would you've stood out there and watched like that? Then ya went to your room and frigged yourself for two fucking hours before you finally got cooled down enough to come down here and put on that outraged mother act. Shit, Charlie never entered your mind. Come on, now, admit it, Sis, and then we can get down to business." She nudged Rose in the tit. "Am I right or am I wrong?"
Rose didn't say anything for a while. She lay there smoking, thinking, staring into the smoky darkness. She thought about her church functions, her choir class, the quiet decent life she'd made for herself, her two clean-living children. ... Finally, she shook her head and said:
"No, Maggie. You're not quite right. I didn't frig myself for two hours. I fucked myself with a cucumber."
Maggie burst into hearty bar room laughter. Rose laughed, too, and they hugged each other like long-lost friends.
'That's my kid sister," Maggie said, slapping Rose on the ass. "Now then, I'm gonna tell ya where ya went wrong. First, like I already said, you give up too fuckin' easy. Second, you went about it all wrong, both with Timmy and with Donald. You came on too strong and scared the shit out of 'em. You gotta go easy, work into it gradually. like tonight, for instance. You noticed I didn't jump right on Stevie with my cunt hangin' open, yellin' 'Fuck me! Fuck me!' You don't get to that the first time. You start out by playin' with 'em, let 'em get their fingers sticky. They gotta get the feel of a cunt, see? A cunt's a scary thing to a little kid. He's gotta find out it ain't got teeth in it or anything, that there's nothin' in there that's gonna hurt him. When they're all fired up like Stevie was, it's okay to go ahead and jack 'em off, maybe suck their little peckers if ya think they're ready for that-but nine times outa ten you're gonna mess up if ya try to fuck 'em right off. Ya gotta hold yourself back a little, see?"
"Sounds like you've had lots of experience."
Maggie chuckled. "Soon as I get my shit squared away with the cops, you're gonna have to come up to New York and visit my house."
"Maybe I will," Rose said, thinking, What would Rev. Parker say if he could hear this conversation? The thought amused her; she felt like a young girl again, doing something bad behind her mother's back.
"And you can bring Stevie with ya," Maggie said with another elbow jab to Rose's tit.
That gave Rose a sudden shiver of apprehension. I'm still scared, she realized. She took too deep a drag on her cigarette and coughed.
"Now then," Maggie went on. "Tomorrow night-or tonight, rather"-it was almost three thirty-"I'll get ya set up with Stevie. You won't have to be as careful as I was sayin', 'cause I already got him started for ya. But still, it's gonna be a little tricky, you bein' his mama and all. Here's how we'll work it. . . "
They talked for another hour or so and finally settled down to go to sleep. Rose had accepted Maggie's invitation to sleep with her the rest of the night. They didn't drop off right away, though. Maggie gave Rose a good night kiss on the cunt-and to the surprise of both of them, Rose returned the favor.
A half-hour later Rose lifted her cream-smeared face from between her sister's hot fat thighs, thoroughly exhausted, and said, "Whew! That's the first time I ever did that!"
Maggie drew her own lips away from Rose's flooded crotch and cleared the cunt juice from her nostrils with a snorting giggle. "Well, we just blew one old saying all to hell," she said. "What's that?"
"That you can't teach an old bitch new tricks."
CHAPTER FIVE
Stevie was surprised the next day to see how much better his mother and Aunt Maggie were getting along. They kept whispering tilings to each other and giggling like little kids, and Mama didn't say, "Maggie, please!" when Aunt Maggie said a dirty work. Also, it seemed like every time Mama looked at him her face got red and she looked away. It made Stevie sort of nervous when she did that.
Most of the day, though, Mama had a sort of faraway look in her eyes, like she was thinking of something else and wasn't paying attention to what was going on. like one time she was in the kitchen and Patty went in there to get a sandwich. Patty dropped something and said, "Shit!" and Mama didn't say a word, like she hadn't even heard it. Usually Mama and Patty were all the time arguing about things, yelling at each other and getting mad and all, but today Mama didn't even seem to know Patty was around. It was weird and Stevie got a little worried.
He got Aunt Maggie off by herself and whispered in her ear: "Aunt Maggie, you didn't ... uh ... you didn't tell Mama about ... uh ... you know, about us takin' a bath and all ... did ya?"
Maggie said of course she didn't-which was true. Then she asked Stevie if he'd jacked off since then. Stevie blushed and shook his head. Maggie said, "Good. I tell ya what, sugar-if you promise to keep your hand off o' that thing for the rest o' the day, and to be nice to your mama tonight, your Aunt Maggie'll have a little surprise for ya later on. Okay?"
That puzzled Stevie even more but he liked surprises-and any surprise from Aunt Maggie had to be good-so he said, "Okay, I promise."
"Good boy," Maggie said, giving his balls a little squeeze and kissing his cheek.
Stevie thought, what the heck? He was always nice to his mama-almost always-and as for the other thing ... well, he guessed he could hold off till dark, and he ran outside to play.
After supper that evening he was sitting in the living room by himself, wondering when he was going to get the surprise, when Aunt Maggie stuck her head out of her door under the staircase and signaled to him with her finger. He tiptoed quickly across the room and she whispered, "Come on in."
Stevie slipped into the sweet-smelling room and looked back at Aunt Maggie as she closed the door. She wasn't wearing anything but her underwear-a pale blue bra and bikini panties the same color, an elastic garter belt and a pair of red fishnet stockings sheathing her big curvy legs. He could see the crack of her ass through the seat of the blue panties. Then she turned around and he saw her thick red bush through the front of them. He could see her big brown nipples through the bra, too. It seemed like Aunt Maggie never wore anything you couldn't see through.
She smiled and nodded toward the bed. "There's some books over there I thought you might like. Brought 'em with me from up north. Go ahead, take a look."
There was a stack of magazines on the bed. This must be the surprise! Stevie thought. He sat down and thumbed through them. They had titles like Spread and Hair Pie and Crack and Ripe and things like that, and all the covers had color photographs of naked ladies. One of the ladies had a big cock in her mouth.
"Holy cow!" Stevie said.
Maggie was standing in front of her dresser putting on blue eye shadow. She glanced at Stevie in the mirror and chuckled. "Beats the shit outa Superman, don't it?" she said.
"Yeah, and the Lone Ranger, too!" Stevie said.
Maggie laughed and dabbed some perfume down between her tits.
Stevie picked up a magazine called Hot and Hairy and started turning the pages. There were dirty pictures on every page, most of them in color. There were pictures of ladies with their legs spread and holding their cunts open so you could see inside. There were pictures of men with their pricks stuck in little girls' pussies and in ladies' ass-holes, and some of the men were licking the ladies between the legs or sucking their tits, and some of the ladies were sucking little boys' dings. One of the pictures showed a girl about Patty's age with her tongue stuck in a man's ass-hole and another girl was in front of the man and white stuff was shooting out the end of his prick right into the face of the second girl. They second girl was holding her tits in her hands and she looked like she was really enjoying getting squirted in the face like that.
Little Stevie had never dreamed things like that went on, let alone that anybody would dare put them in a magazine. His prick was already as stiff as a stick and he didn't even realize he was rubbing it through his jeans until Aunt Maggie came over and slapped his hand.
"Ah-ah-ah," she said. "Remember your promise."
Stevie looked up and saw the Aunt Maggie had put on a little pink dress that you could see her blue underwear through. She really filled up that dress and her tits were overflowing at the top. He said, "You goin' some place, Aunt Maggie?"
"Yeah, I'm gonna take in a movie," she said, pulling up her skirt to adjust a garter. "You can stay here and look at your magazines. They're yours now, but if I were you I wouldn't go spreadin' 'em around the neighborhood."
"I won't," Stevie said. "But"-he lowered his voice-"what if Mama comes in here and catches me with 'em?"
"Oh, I wouldn't worry about that," Maggie said with a mysterious grin. "She might not mind."
"Might not mind?! You don't know Mama, Aunt Maggie! She'd beat my butt till I couldn't-" Maggie bent over him, her big powdered boobs almost spilling out of her dress, and tapped him on the nose with her forefinger. "Maybe you don't know her as well as you think you do, smart-ass," she said.
Stevie said, "What d'ya mean?" "Maybe you'll find out before long." Maggie picked up her red sequined purse and went to the door. "Now you be a good boy, and don't forget what you promised me."
"I won't," Stevie said, and as she opened the door he called to her in a whisper: "Hey, Aunt Maggie? " "Yeah?"
"Uh ... if Mama's in bed when ya get home, can I take a bath with ya again?"
Maggie laughed. "Don't you worry, sugar. You and me are gonna be havin' more fun than takin' baths before long." She winked and went out, closing the door behind her.
Stevie didn't know what she meant by that, but whatever it was it sounded good. That Aunt Maggie was something else. He turned back to the magazines and hadn't even got halfway through Hot and Hairy when the door opened again and his mother walked into the room.
Oh my gosh!-
"Oh, there you are, Stevie," Rose said as though she were surprised to find him there. "What are you doing in here?"
Stevie flipped over on his side, his back to his mother, and curled up into a struggling little ball, temporarily forgetting about the dirty magazines strewn all over the bed. The reason for this curi'ous behavior was that the horny little fellow's prick had already found its way out of his jeans and into his hand, and he'd been sitting there pumping it furiously when Rose walked in. That's what he gets for breaking his promise.
Rose stifled a giggle (she'd been into the strawberry wine to build up her courage), pretended not to notice her son's frantic struggle to get his fly zipped (the damn zipper was stuck!), walked over to the bed and picked up one of the magazines. It was called F.U.C.K., and in small print below the title it said, "Fuckers' Unlimited and Cocksucking Korporation."
"Well, well," Rose said, flipping through the pages. "Where did these come from?"
"Uh-" Goddamn this fucking zipper!! !
"Do they belong to Aunt Maggie?"
"Uh-D-do what belong to Aunt--? OW!!!"
"Stevie!" Rose cried, bending over him. "What is it? What's the matter?"
"OW, OW, OW!! ! " Stevie screamed. "I GOT MY-MY DING C-CAUGHT IN MY--! OW, OH, SHIT, OW--!"
He got it caught in his zipper is what happened. In a pinch, so to speak, little Stevie could swear with the best of them.
"Oh, you poor thing!" Rose jumped onto the bed and scrambled around where she could get at the trouble. "Hold still now, let me try ... Stevie, move your hands and let me...." She finally managed to get hold of the zipper tab and gave it a swift downward jerk.
"YOOWWWWWWWH"
"Oh, I'm sorry, honey! But we had to get-"
Just then somebody started pounding on the bedroom door, which Rose had locked.
"Hey! What's goin' on in there?" It was Patty.
"It's all right," Rose called. "Stevie just-uh-had a splinter."
"Holy shit," Patty mumbled. "Sounded like he was gettin' raped."
Not yet, Rose thought, and she said automatically, "I heard that, Patty. That's enough of that kind of language."
The girl muttered something under her breath, probably "Fuck you," and then Rose heard her going back up the stairs. There was something about Patty ... something I heard somewhere, or. ... But it was only a fleeting thought, and now she turned to Stevie again. He was still curled up with his hands between his legs and his little face all twisted up with pain.
"There now," she said, prying his hands from his crotch and rolling him over on his back. "Let Mama look at it."
Needless to say, Stevie's prick had gone dead soft. It looked like a very small, very limp tamale and there was a little blood blister underneath it, just below the head, where the zipper had pinched it.
"Aw, poor baby," Rose said in a soothing, motherly voice. She was on her knees and elbows on the bed, straddling Stevie's left leg and holding his little cock gently with both hands as if it were a baby bird that had just fallen from its nest. She had a nest all warmed up for it, too ... but she had to go slow like Maggie said. "Let Mama kiss it and make it well."
Stevie lifted his head and blinked his eyes. Mama's kissin' my ding, he thought. He dropped his head, rubbed his eyes with his fists and looked again. It was true! Unless I'm havin' a dream, he thought. v
The horror of the situation came back to him. His mother had walked in on him while he was looking at dirty pictures and jacking off! But ... then why wasn't she giving him a beating?
Maybe 'cause I hurt my ding. But at least she oughta be chewin' me out, instead of kissin' my ... my gosh, now she's lickin' it!
There was one good thing about getting his prick caught, though-the pain had taken away his panic. He was able to think halfway clearly now, and after a moment's reflection he remembered that right from the first his mother hadn't sounded mad. He remembered that she'd come over to the bed-just before the accident-and picked up one of the dirty magazines, just like it was a copy of Life or something. She should have been storming around in a rage, ripping the pages out and stuff like that. But she hadn't done that. And now she was actually. ... Oh my gosh!
His prick was getting hard!
I gotta get outa here! I gotta....
Then, for the first time, he noticed how his mother was dressed. She was wearing a thin white peasant blouse and a full skirt with yellow and pink flowers on it-the shortest skirt he'd ever seen his mother wear. The blouse had puffy sleeves and a wide loose neckline with ruffles on it. The neckline was sagging open and Stevie saw a tit hanging down inside the blouse. A whole tit, nipple and all. He blinked his eyes. The tit was still there, swinging to and' fro with the movements of her head. Mama wasn't wearing a bra! What the heck was going on here? Mama always wore a...
Rose stopped herself just as her lips slid uncontrollably over the head of Stevie's prick-which was now as stiff as it had been when she first came in-and looked up at him with a strange smile. Her lips were wet and a little bit of spit had dribbled down her chin. Now Stevie could see both tits! One side of the loose neckline had fallen off her shoulder and the whole thing was gaping wide open.
"Does it feel better now?" she asked.
Stevie swallowed. "Some," he said.
"Gosh, you should be more careful. Here, we'd better get these off of you so I can fix that zipper." Before Stevie could think of anything to say, she had unbuckled his belt and was tugging the jeans off his hips. He didn't have any underpants on. "We wouldn't want you to have to go around with Band-Aids on your prick all the time, would we?"
Prick? Stevie thought as Rose stripped the jeans from his ankles. That's funny. She always called it a ding before. Something weird was going on here, that was for sure.
Rose sat back on her left foot, lifting her right knee, and pretended to examine the zipper. The front of her full short skirt stretched in a slack curve from thigh to thigh, exposing her crotch from cunt-hump to ass-crack. Holy cow!
Mama wasn't wearing any pants either.
If he'd had the time Stevie could have counted the hairs. The whole thing was right there before his eyes-the dark brown bush with its sprinkling of gray curls, the long set-lipped mouth, parted slightly at the bottom to display the ripply edges of its inner lips and the fleshy hole beyond them, the hairy cunt-cheeks (but they weren't nearly as hairy as Aunt Maggie's), the rounded buttocks with a few dark curly sprigs sticking out of the crack between them, just below the lower end of her cunt-the whole nasty thing.
"Hm," Rose said, frowning at the zipper and tossing her long hair over her shoulder: (That was another thing: she usually wore her hair in a knot at the back of her head. She was wearing lipstick, too-a pale Day-Glo orange-and she had perfume on. All these little details were slowly coming together in Stevie's mind like the pieces of a jigsaw puzzle.) "It seems to be working all right now."
She tossed the jeans aside-out of Stevie's reach-and looked at his upstanding little prick, its ) head showing at the opening of his foreskin like a shiny red eye, his small bird's egg balls drawn up tightly under its smooth hairless root. Then she looked him in the face, smiled, lowered her eyes to his crotch again and said, "That seems to be, too."
"Uh ... what?"
"Your prick."
"Oh ... seems to be what, too?" "Working all right now." Stevie swallowed. "Oh."
Rose giggled, and the last piece of the puzzle snapped into place.
In a flash Stevie remembered how Aunt Maggie had made him promise to be nice to Mama tonight. And then later she'd said, "Maybe you don't know her as well as you think you do, smart-ass." And now here she was, sitting there with her cunt hanging out, surrounded by brightly colored dirty magazines, gazing at his hard-on and giggling. Could it be that. . . ?
Stevie decided to test his theory.
"But-uh-it still hurts a little," he said. "Maybe you oughta"-he swallowed-"kiss it again?"
Rose didn't say anything for a minute, and when she spoke it was in a tense whisper that Stevie could hardly hear: "Why ... why sure, honey!"
She lowered the raised knee and leaned forward, exposing her tits again. The nipples looked bigger now. Her mouth was already open. His prick twitched as she took it in her hot trembling hands, turning her head sideways and touching her wet parted lips to its underside, her tongue to the little blood blister....
She hesitated. Was she going too fast? Had she drunk too much wine? This wasn't the way Maggie had planned it. I was supposed to just look at the magazines with him for a while and then....
But Rose's mouth wasn't paying any attention to those cautious thoughts. Already her lips were sliding up along the hard slim little shank, and now they slipped over the bullet-nosed head, engulfing it, compressed tightly around it and, pushing down, skinning his foreskin back, and her tongue began tickling the tiny mouth, tasting the sweet oily fluid that came seeping out, and then her fingers were tracing the delicate contours of his balls, caressing them, moving down under the scrotum, exploring the tight smooth crack of his ass, feeling for the hole....
My gosh! She's really ... she really is! Gosh, it feels so ... so ... Then a frightening thought came to little Stevie: What if she keeps doin' that and I squirt in her mouth?! But the thought excited him as much as it scared him and he couldn't bring himself to push his mother away. It felt so good.
Rose was sucking him now with full mouth-strokes, from root to head, up and down, up and down, making little grunting noises in her throat, her hot saliva dribbling down around his balls, wetting the hand that was 'caressing his puckering ass-hole, her tits flopping to and fro with the bobbing motions of her head, her cunt juice running down her thighs, and she was thinking:
Oh, give it to me, Stevie! Give me your cum! Your sweet, sweet cum! Shoot it in Mama's mouth! Please, please! I want it! I need it! I--!
Then she felt Stevie tense up.
Oh, yes, yes!
She sucked faster than ever with guttural noises like "Owm! Owm! Owm!" in her throat, and Stevie said:
"Mama, I-I--! You better s-stop, I--! I'm gonna--! "
"Owm! Owm! Owm!" "I'm gonna--! "
Rose pushed her forefinger into Stevie's ass-hole, all the way to the second joint. His eyes squinted shut and his mouth opened wide.
SPURT! SPURT! SPURT!
Rose damn near swooned in ecstasy as the thick little blobs of cum came squirting into her mouth. "Ohm! Ohm! Ohm!" And she kept on sucking-
SPURT! SPURT! SPURT! -until the last spurt-Spurt! - and Stevie's body had stopped lurching, and she didn't take her mouth off his adorable little cock until she'd swallowed every delicious cum-drop.
Outside the window Maggie took a paper hanky from her purse, wiped her cunt with it, pulled up her panties and gave her sister a hearty round of silent applause.
CHAPTER SIX
After the orgasm, during the five minutes or so they lay there on the bed, curled up with their faces hidden from each other, Stevie and his mama died a thousand deaths from acute embarrassment.
Finally Rose took a deep breath, rolled over on her back and said, "Does it still hurt?"
Stevie peeked at her over his arm. "No," he said. "It ... it feels fine now."
There was a moment of silence ... and then they both went into a giggling fit which ended with a passionate embrace and several sloppy kisses.
The air was cleared, the ice was broken, etc. Stevie had accepted the fact that you could do things like this with your own mother, and Rose was now confident of ultimately attaining her goal.
She didn't intend to postpone that ultimate moment any longer than necessary, either.
"Wow," she said, flipping through a magazine called Hair and Hide. "These magazines are really something, aren't they?"
Stevie nodded enthusiastically and said, "Aunt Maggie gave 'em to me."
"Really? She should be ashamed of herself. Why don't we go up to my bedroom and look at them?"
"Okay," Stevie said.
Stevie put on his jeans, he and Rose gathered up the magazines, and they crept from the guest room like a couple of thieves.
Meanwhile, Roy Rollins was keeping his date with Patty. Roy and his little brother, Teddy, who was a member of the boys' choir which Rose directed, lived across the street, a few houses down. Their father was a widower, a rather dull sort who always went to bed early and insisted that his sons do the same, so that Roy had no trouble slipping out at night. He could stay out as late as he liked, as long as he was back in his room by dawn when the old man got up.
Roy had been making it with Patty for about a month now and they were getting tired of fucking on the ground in the mango orchard. Patty had a better idea. Instead of her climbing down, why didn't he climb up? Then they could do it in a real bed. She had her own room, who would know? It sounded great to Roy.
In his eagerness to try out the new plan, he was a little early tonight. He was just about to pull himself up onto the balcony from the trellis when Maggie stepped on his hand.
"Aa-aa-aa-aa--! " Roy cried.
"What the fuck--? " Maggie Whispered.
"What was that?" Rose said, looking up from the centerfold of Hot and Hairy and letting go of Stevie's prick.
"What was what?" Stevie said.
"Sh! Turn off the light."
Stevie turned off the blue-shaded bedside lamp and Rose went to the window that opened on the balcony. Luckily, a cloud was passing in front of the moon at the time and she didn't see anything out there except the potted shrubs along the wrought iron railing. She shrugged and returned to the bed.
"I thought I heard something," she said, switching the lamp on again. "Now ... where were we?"
Sounds like Patty and Roy are at it again, Stevie thought, snuggling up to his mother and spreading the magazine out across their laps.
Actually, Patty was in the bathroom, taking a shower. Roy wasn't supposed to show up for another half-hour.
"Whew!" Maggie whispered. "That was a close one." She was crouched behind a shrub, holding onto the railing with one hand and Roy's wrist with the other to keep him from escaping. She realized immediately who he was and a plan to put him to good use had snapped into her mind. "Come on up here," she said. "Let's have a look at that hand."
Roy climbed reluctantly over the railing just as the moon came out from behind the cloud. The milky rays fell directly on the huge deeply creased tits bulging out the top of Maggie's dress. Who the hell is she?! he wondered. Whoever she was, she had caught him cold.
"Sorry," she whispered, taking the injured hand in hers. "Oughta watch where I'm steppin', shouldn't I? Any bones broken?"
"Uh ... " Roy carefully opened and closed his hand. "No, I don't think so." He glanced nervously at Patty's window. The light was on but he didn't see her in there.
"That's good," Maggie said, taking his good hand and shaking it. "I'm Maggie MacDonald, your chick's aunt."
Roy gulped and glanced down at the ground. It was too far to jump. "Oh," he said. "Uh-glad to meet'cha. Well, I guess I better be goin'-"
"Goin'? " Maggie said, holding onto his hand. "Shit, ya just got here. You're Roy Rollins, right?-the kid that's been ballin' my niece down there in the orchard?"
Holy shit! Roy thought. How'd she know that? He said, "Uh...."
"Relax, kid," Maggie chuckled softly, slapping him on the shoulder. "I'm on your side. What are ya gonna do, fuck her in bed tonight?"
"Uh-no, I-uh-I was just comin' up here to-uh-tell Patty somethin'. "
"Oh, come offa that shit. Hell, I don't blame ya. I wouldn't want to get rotten mangos all over my ass, either. Hey, come on over here a minute. I wanta show ya somethin'. " She pulled him toward
Rose's bedroom window but he resisted. "Now what's the matter?"
"Well ... " Evidently this old girl was okay and wasn't going to rat on him. But now something else was bothering him. Roy was eighteen, he'd been around a little, and already he suspected that Maggie was trying to put the make on him. That was cool, but what about Patty? Man, would she be pissed if she caught him balling her aunt! "Patty's-uh-waiting for me, and-uh-"
"Patty's takin' a shower," Maggie said. "I saw her just steppin' in the tub when I came by the bathroom window a minute ago. She won't be out for a while. Come on, come on! Ya gotta see this."
"Well ... okay, then." He let Maggie drag him along the balcony toward the lighted window near the front of the house. "What is it--? "
"Shh!"
Maggie, of course, had never intended to "take in a movie," not when she could have a ringside seat to the evening of live entertainment she'd set up right here at home. She wouldn't have missed this action for anything. So she'd walked a few blocks, doubled back, sneaked around to the guest room window and fingered herself while watching
Rose suck Stevie off.
That was a stroke of luck, the kid getting his prick caught in his zipper like that. When she heard Rose invite Stevie upstairs, she waited a few minutes, then slipped into the house through the back door, crept up the stairs, made sure Rose's door was shut, and went out through the balcony door at the end of the hallway.
During this time Rose had sent Stevie to his room to get ready for bed while she "changed into something more comfortable." The short skirt and peasant blouse, sans underwear, had served their purpose very well, but now that the big moment was approaching she wanted to go the whole route.
When she opened the door for Stevie, the boy just stood there for a minute, gawking. Mama was wearing a long slinky orchid negligee that Stevie thought she must have borrowed from Aunt Maggie because you could see through it. That was silly of course: anything that belonged to Maggie would hang on Rose like a tent, which this negligee certainly didn't. Actually, it had been packed away for twenty-one years, ever since Rose's wedding night when Charlie had ordered her to burn the vile thing and never to let him catch her wearing "the Devil's catchnets" again.
It had long loose sleeves and lacy ruffles on the plunging neckline and hem, which was slit up to the thigh on one side. Her pendulous but nicely rounded tits were perfectly visible through the bodice, their brown nipples standing out like headlights, and you could almost make out the individual hairs in the darkly vivid triangle of her bush.
"Gosh, Mama," Stevie had said. "That's pretty." "What?"
"That-uh-nightgown." "Oh."
Then she'd pulled him into the room and locked the door. They got into bed and were less than a quarter of the way through Hot and Hairy when Rose said, "It's so hot in here. Why don't you take off those pajamas?"
So Stevie had taken them off and they had just reached the centerfold when Maggie stepped on Roy's hand. Now they took up where they left off.
The centerfold was a color photo of a young boy and girl eating each other. They were on a bed in front of a large window. The window was open and outside you could see a city street with people walking by. A couple of the people seemed to be looking in the window. The girl was on her hands and knees over the boy and the camera angle was from behind her and to one side, catching her spread-cheeked ass at quarter-profile so that you could see the boy's tongue in her fuzzy twat. His nose was almost in her ass-hole.
Between her left tit and her left arm you could see her lips pursed in a tight O around the boy's prick, just below the head.
Rose whistled softly. She felt Stevie's little dick stir in her hand as she gave it a gentle squeeze under the magazine. "I don't see how they get away with that," she said. "Right in front of a window like that."
Stevie didn't see how they got away with it either, but he was glad they had.
His mother's hand felt warm and soft on his prick, her little finger stroking his balls. She had her arm around him and her orchid-veiled tit was pressed against his shoulder.
'That's what we did downstairs, isn't it?" he said.
Rose giggled. "Well, I don't remember this part," she said, pointing at the girl's crotch.
"No, I mean this part." He pointed at the boy's mouth-held cock.
Rose said, "Uh huh. Did you enjoy it?"
"Gosh, yeah! It felt ... neat."
"So does this," Rose said, running her finger down along the crack of the girl's ass to where the boy's tongue entered her pussy. "Have you ever done that?"
"Gosh, no!"
Rose almost said, Wanta try it now? but checked herself, and they continued to turn the pages, presently coming to the section Stevie had looked at before-the one which showed some naked ladies sucking some little boys' pricks.
'There," he said. "That's what we did."
"Mm hm." Rose moved her thumb around the tip of Stevie's cockhead. It was all slick and wet. He had a full hard-on now. She felt it throbbing in her hand. One of the pictures showed a buxom blonde woman sitting on the floor blowing a little boy who was standing in front of her, while another boy, sitting beside her, sucked one of her big breasts. Rose hesitated, then said, "You didn't do that, though."
"Do what?" Stevie asked.
"Suck my br-" She let go of his prick, reached for the bottle of strawberry wine on the bedside table, took a slug and put the bottle back. "Suck my tits," she said.
"Oh."
"Want to?"
Stevie looked at her. "You mean now?" "If you want to." "Uh ... okay."
Rose giggled again as she took her arm from around Stevie's neck and pulled the negligee down off her shoulders, baring the tit nearest to him. "You haven't done this since you were a little baby."
Stevie slid down until his face was on a level with the naked tit. The nipple was all puffed out and the knob looked like a tiny thumb without a nail. He took the tit in both hands, like the boy in the picture, and started sucking on the knob.
Gosh!
He felt it getting stiffer and harder every time he sucked. Just like a big fat ding.
"Oh, Stevie!" Rose whispered, gripping his dick firmly and jacking it with twitching movements of her wrist.
"Holy shit!" Roy breathed.
Maggie turned to him, putting her finger to her lips. Then she found the bulge in the crotch of his jeans with her hand and whispered in his ear: "Wanta unzip me, sugar?"
Roy nodded excitedly and got around behind her, fumbling for the zipper tab at the nape of her neck and then yanked it down. Then he remembered Patty.
As she was pulling the dress off over her head, Maggie felt the kid tapping her on the shoulder. She looked back at him and saw him pointing toward Patty's window and making a humping motion with his hips. She put her mouth to his ear again, unzipping his fly with one swift motion and reaching inside for his cock. "What the fuck?" she whispered. "You got all night with her, for Christ's sake. What d'ya think, I'm gonna squeeze it off or somethin'? "
Roy grinned, shrugged, and they turned back to the window.
Both of Rose's tits were hanging out of her negligee now, and the nipples were all shiny with Stevie's spit. His cheek was resting on the upper part of his mama's bosom and his little legs were spread wide.
His prick was pointed straight at the ceiling, the glistening red head half exposed in the opening of his foreskin, but Rose wasn't jacking it now. She was just fondling his balls with trembling fingers, exploring the crack of his ass. She didn't want to risk his cumming in her hand.
Maggie bent over, bracing herself on the window sill, spread her red net-sheathed legs and wiggled her big ass against the front of Roy's pants, feeling his hard cock nuzzling under her damp crotch. He pulled her panties down below the tops of her stockings and guided his cock into her shaggy beard. Rose's bed was just a few yards from the window and he had a perfect view of it over Maggie's shoulder.
Rose had her feet tucked under her knees, Indian style, and the long skirt of her negligee was gathered up in her lap, its bodice hanging down around her elbows. Her bare tits heaved with her breathing. F.U.C.K. was spread out on the bed in front of her and she was turning the pages with her free hand.
For a while they looked at the pictures in silence. Every now and then Stevie would pinch one of his mother's nipples or jiggle one of her tits up and down. Then he pulled the bunched-up skirt of her gown up a little higher and looked down at her hairy cunt.
She stopped turning pages for a minute, pulled her arm the rest of the way out of the drooping sleeve, laid her hand on Stevie's and pushed it down into her gaping crotch.
The dark crisp curls tickled his palm. They were wet and gooey down where her slit started. He stuck his middle finger into the slit the way Aunt Maggie had shown him and found Mama's clit without any trouble at all. It was hard and blunt-not sharpedged like Aunt Maggie's-and it seemed to twitch when he rubbed it.
The hot raw folds of her inner cunt lips squishing around his finger-Cunts were weird.
Roy unhooked Maggie's bra and caught her huge jugs in his hands as they tumbled out. Her big ass-cheeks were shuddering in the moonlight like great globes of jelly as he pounded them with pelvic uppercuts. His dick was going slosh, slosh, slosh! in her fat cream-fdled hole.
Rose stopped at a picture of a man and a woman fucking on a tiger skin rug in front of a fireplace.
The woman was sprawled out spread-eagle with her ass propped up on a couple of fat cushions, and the man was on his knees between her legs. His slimy cock, gleaming in the firelight, was stuck halfway into her cunt and you could see white froth in the hairs of her bush.
"Look at that one," Rose panted.
"Yeah," said Stevie, letting his finger slip off her clit and down the juicy groove until it slipped into her flooding hole with a little shloop! and he thought: That must be where you stick your ding.
Rose couldn't stand it any longer. She took a short deep breath and said, "Shall we ... try it?"
"Try what?"
"That." She nodded at the picture.
"Oh," Stevie said. He looked at the picture, then at Mama's cunt. Then he looked at his prick. My gosh! "You ... you want to?"
Rose nodded, smiling down into Stevie's big blue eyes. She wrapped her hand around his cock again and squeezed his finger with her cunt.
He swallowed. "Okay then."
Hurry! Rose thought-before he gets frightened and--! No, no. Go slow, slow. Take it easy, Rose. You've got it made now. This is it. Easy does it.
She slipped her other arm out of its sleeve and skinned the negligee off her hips to her knees. Then she straightened out her legs and said, "Wanta pull it off for me?"
"Okay." Stevie crawled down to the foot of the bed, slipped the filmy garment from her ankles and found himself looking right up her cunt.
Holy cow....
Rose bent her knees and pushed her ass up off the bed, her protruding cunt-hump rising high into the soft light of the blue-shaded lamp.
"Put the pillows under me," she said, trying to control the urgency in her voice.
Stevie tore his gaze from that dazzling view, got the pillows from the head of the bed and stacked them under Mama's behind, like in the picture.
"There," he said.
"Good." Rose lowered her ass to the pillows. Her tits sagged upward toward her collar-bones, making them look firmer, rounder. Her hairy cunt stuck up like a hill.
Neither of them moved or said anything for a minute. Stevie just stood there on his knees between her open legs, staring, his rock-hard prick twitching like a divining rod.
Then, in an almost breathless voice, Rose said, "Come on, I'll ... I'll show you how."
Stevie felt a sudden spurt of panic--! Then it passed and he said, "Okay," and moved up between her thighs.
Rose took his prick in her hands and rubbed its little head up and down her slimy slot.
"Oh ... Stevie..." she said, gasping audibly.
Maggie reached back, pulled Roy's cock out of her sudsy cunt and started it in her ass-hole. "Push!" she whispered, spreading her broad buttocks with her hands, eyes glued to her sister's crotch.
Just as Stevie's little dick slid into his mother's fuck-hole, Roy's much larger cock drove home." "Uhn!" he said. "Shh!" Maggie cautioned.
It was about that time that Patty came into her bedroom with a towel wrapped around her naked body.
Once he's gotten his little boy cock in, little Stevie hadn't needed any further instruction. His ass lurched automatically into high gear and he couldn't have stopped it if he'd wanted to, which he didn't.
Slop-slosh, slop-slosh, slop-slosh--!
His mother's cunt foamed and sputtered like a washing machine somebody had put too much soap in. Her swollen tits plunged wildly up and down, her eyes looked glazed and her mouth was open, drool running from its twitching corners. Inside she was all hot and squishy like a large olive oyster without a shell.
Stevie's little butt was going like a trip hammer: wham, wham, wham, wham, wham--!
"Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh--! " he said, flailing away.
"Oh, ah, shit, uhn, ah, oh, fuck, fuck, fuck--! "
Needless to say, neither Stevie nor Rose had heard the grunt Roy made when he shoved his huge cock into Maggie's feverish ass-hole. Even if he'd driven Maggie headlong through the window, it's doubtful that the mother and son would have noticed it. They were in another world.
Patty heard it, though. She went to the window and peered out.
"Roy?" she called softly. There was no answer.
Patty shrugged, removed her towel and stretched out naked on her bed, where Roy could see her when he climbed over the balcony railing.
Roy liked Maggie's ass-hole better than her cunt. Talk about tight!
It gripped his cock like a soft boneless hand With about a dozen fingers, and-SQUIRT! went his cum without warning: SQUIRT! SQUIRT!
SQUIRT!
Maggie held onto the windowsill for dear life, her cunt spasming, its hot cum cream pouring down her thighs as she watched Stevie's face get all twisted up, saw him go rigid and heard his shrill cry:
"Mama--! I-I--! I'm gonna--! " little Stevie said.
"Give it to me!" Rose hissed, her cunt exploding like a bomb, flooding both their crotches with boiling oil.
"Give it to me, Stevie! Give me your cum! Shoot it in me! Shoot it--! Ah! Ah! Ah!-"
SPURT, SPURT, SPURT! went Stevie's prick. He thought he was going to spurt himself inside-out. SPURT, SPURT, SPURT--!
Patty glanced at the clock on her dresser. Where the fuck is he, anyway? He shoulda been here by now. She got up and went to the window again...
She didn't see anything but she heard a faint slop-slop-slop sound. What the hell. . . ? She unhooked the window screen, swung it open and stuck her head out.
She looked to the right: nothing there. Then to the left: nothing....
Holy shit!
Roy was pumping the last few drops of his load into Maggie's clutching rectum when a loud SLAM! brought him back to reality.
That was the sound Patty's window screen made when she closed it.
Oh, was she pissed.
Oh my God! Roy thought, fearing the truth. II
Patty--!
"Let's get outa here!" Maggie hissed, scooping up her dress with one hand, jerking her pants up with the other and tearing her filled-up ass-hole off Roy's shitty prick with a noisy schloop!
Even in the ecstasy of her orgasm, Rose had heard the violent slam and had glanced up toward the window-straight at Maggie's leering face. That's why Maggie was in a hurry.
Roy didn't need any coaxing. He dropped into a crouch and ran for Patty's window, stuffing his slimy cock into his pants as he ran. He and Maggie got to the window at the same time.
"Hey, Patty!" he whispered, trying to catch his breath and shoving Maggie away so Patty couldn't see her. "Patty, I'm-"
"Sh!" Roy cleared his throat. "I'm here, Patty. Lemme in!"
"Fuck you," Patty said. She had turned off her light and was sitting on her bed, steaming with anger.
Holy shit! Roy thought. She did see it! "But, Patty " Maggie swung an elbow "Oof!" knocking him out of the way.
"Hey, Patty!" she whispered. "It's your Aunt Maggie! Let us in!"
"Fuck you, too," Patty said.
"Goddamn it, girl, we're gonna get ! " But there was no time to plead with the little bitch.
II I go back in the balcony door. Rose 'll catch me for sure, and I'll smash my ass going down that fucking trellis, Maggie thought.
"Listen, you want me to tell your mama about you and Roy?" she said.
Patty hesitated, then said, "I don't give a shit."
"Oh, for Christ's sake, Patty!" Maggie said, shooting a glance at Rose's window. "Open the fucking window, willya?"
"Oh, all right!" Patty unhooked the screen and Aunt Maggie came tumbling in. Roy was right behind her.
Maggie flopped down on the bed, blowing like a whale. "Whew!"
Patty flipped the light on and stood there with her hands on her hips, glaring at Roy. Her naked body seemed to glow with anger from head to toe.
She's gonna look more like me than Rose when she grows up, Maggie thought, taking in the sixteen-year-old girl's figure at a glance-the voluptuous legs, flaring hips, gently curved belly and full round tits. She had long brown hair, small pink nipples and a full-grown fluffy "brown bush on the mound of her plump little pussy.
"Now look, Patty," Roy began, "there's no reason to be pissed-"
"No reason to be pissed?! " Patty snarled. "How do you think this makes me feel? I mean, if you'd stick your dick in that"-she jabbed a finger at Maggie as though Maggie were a sack of shit somebody had dumped on her bed-"you'd stick it in anything! So where does that leave me?"
"But-"
"Hey, that's a hell of a thing to say," Maggie said, "after I-"
"You shut up!" Patty barked, stomping her foot so hard her tits bounced up and down. "Y'know, you got a lotta balls, Aunt Maggie, comin' here without an invitation or anything and ballin' my boy-friend the minute I turn my back! Maybe that's the way they do things in New York, but it's not the way we do it here! If you ask me, you're nothin' but an old whore!"
Maggie shrugged. "I'm not all that old," she said.
"I guess you think you're the last o' the red hot ... " Patty paused. "After you what?"
"Huh?"
"You said, 'After I,' " Patty demanded. "After you what?"
"Oh, that," Maggie said. "I was gonna say, after I kept my mouth shut about you and Roy makin' it down in the orchard every night."
Patty turned on Roy. "You told her that?! "
"Hell, no!" Roy said. "She knew it already."
"She--! Stevie! That little shit must have-"
"Stevie's ass," Maggie said. "I happened to be takin' a Walk in the orchard last night, that's all. I may be old-in your opinion-but I ain't blind yet, for Christ's sake."
"Oh," Patty said. "Well, why didn't you tell Mama, then?"
"Why should I? It's none o' my business and I didn't figure it was any o' your mama's, either. I was your age once myself, y'know."
Patty didn't say anything. She was thinking how much trouble Aunt Maggie could have caused her if she'd wanted to.
" 'Course, that was back in the stone age," Maggie added.
Patty lowered her eyes. "I'm sorry I said you were old." She seemed to relax a little, taking her hands off her hips and folding her arms under her tits.
Maggie chuckled. "Forget it," she said. "Shit, I don't wanta take your stud away from ya, kid. And anyway, I practically had to rape him, he was so goddamn anxious to hop in here with you."
Patty gave Roy a suspicious look. He shrugged and made a What could I do? face. She looked back at Aunt Maggie.
"So why don't you two kiss and make up?" Maggie went on. "Then we'll see what we can do about this fucked-up situation."
Patty looked at Roy again, still frowning.
"Well. . . " she said.
"Aw, come on, baby," Roy said, and he went up to her and put his arms around her.
She turned her face up to his for a kiss-then pushed him away.
"Oooo!" she cried, grabbing the towel and rubbing her bush with it. "You're all slimy!"
"Huh?" Roy looked down at his crotch. The front of his jeans was soaked with cunt syrup. "Oh."
"Sorry," Maggie said, putting her tongue in her cheek.
"Can I borrow the towel, Patty?"
"Here." She tossed it to him and he started scrubbing his crotch.
Maggie sighed and rolled her eyes. "Makin' a big deal out of a little juice, ain't ya? I imagine you'll be gettin' slimier than that before the night's over."
Patty and Roy looked at each other and giggled. Then Patty turned to Maggie and said, "What fucked-up situation?"
"I mean all this sneakin' around," Maggie said, pulling her panties off. "Gimme that towel a minute, willya?" Roy handed her the towel, blinking at her bright orange bush, and she began mopping her thighs and crotch, muttering, "Shit, I left my fucking bra out there."
Patty and Roy stood there watching her until she finished. Then she tossed the towel to Patty-who dropped it as though it were a toad-picked up her panties and said, "I mean, wouldn't it be better if Roy could just come in the front door and the two of ya could come upstairs to bed like the good Lord intended ya to, instead o' going through all this cat burglar shit?"
The boy and girl looked at each other. Who ever heard of such a thing?
Maggie held her filmy panties up in front of her and shook them.
"Better rinse these things out," she said. "Why don't ya take those pants off, honey? I'll do 'em at the same time."
"Huh?" said Roy. "Oh! ... Okay." He stepped out of his jeans-his somewhat cleaned prick springing out, already hard again-and handed them to Maggie.
"See there, Patty?" she said, nodding at Roy's prick. "I didn't hurt it a damn bit."
Patty looked at it, wet her lips and grinned. "No, I guess you didn't," she said.
Maggie cackled, went to the door and peeked into the hallway. All clear. "Be right back," she whispered and tiptoed across to the bathroom.
Actually, there hadn't been any need for all that hassle outside Patty's window. It's true that Rose had looked at Maggie's face, but that's not to say she saw it. By the time she got her fuck-glazed eyes focused Maggie had ducked out of sight, and by now she had forgotten all about hearing the slammed window screen. She and Stevie had better things to do than analyzing night sounds.
"Gosh," Stevie said when he was able to speak again. "That was ... "
"Yeah," Rose sighed. "It sure was!"
The lurching of the bed had thrown Hot and Hairy open to the picture of the boy and girl eating each other. Rose eyed it, thinking ... .
Stevie sat up and looked at the gooey mess between his legs. Mama's crotch was a mess, too. "I better go to the bathroom and get some toilet paper," he said.
"Fuck that," Rose said, pulling him back down beside her and rising to her hands and knees. "We don't need any toilet paper. I'd rather do it this way." And she started licking the cunt slop from his limp little dick, working her tongue down around his dripping balls.
"Gosh," Stevie said. "Doesn't that taste ... funny?"
Rose tried to say, "No," without taking his prick out of her mouth, giggling and blowing bubbles in the juice.
She was gradually moving her ass closer to his face....
Maggie wrung out her pants and Roy's jeans, hung them over the shower curtain rod to dry and crept back to Patty's bedroom.
"Now then Wha?! " She almost tripped over Roy's ass.
It was on the floor in front of the door, going up and down between Patty's open thighs. Patty's mouth was open, too, her arms locked tightly around Roy's neck, and she was going, "Ah ah-ah ah--! "
And Roy went, "Uhn!"
"Ah!"
"Uhn, uhn, uhn!"
Maggie grinned and sat down on the bed. She could almost hear the SQUIRT, SQUIRT, SQUIRT, of Roy's cock. These kids didn't fuck around.
Jesus, she thought with a chuckle, I couldn't have been gone more than two minutes. "Ah-ah-ah--! " "Uhn!"
"Ahhhhh...."
"You guys givin' up beds for Lent or somethin'? " Maggie asked.
Roy looked up at her with a sheepish grin. "We-uh-sorta got carried away."
"I'm hip," Maggie said.
After they'd cleaned themselves up, Patty said, "Aunt Maggie, what's this about Roy comin' in the front door and all that shit? How's he supposed to get past Mama?"
Maggie shrugged. "Just walk past her. He might say, 'How's it goin', Mrs. Sanders?' or 'See ya in the morning, Ma,' or somethin' like that, I guess."
Patty laughed in her face. "Oh, sure! You're a nice lady, Aunt Maggie, but you don't know my Mama."
"That's the same thing Stevie said to me this morning. I think he's changed his mind by now. Tell her what we saw out there, Roy."
Roy told Patty what they saw.
"Bullshit," Patty said. "You expect me to believe that?"
"It's true," Maggie said. "So the next time she gives ya any shit, all ya gotta do is lay it on her, see? Somethin' like, 'But, Mama, if you can ball Stevie, how come I can't ball Roy?' Somethin' like that. It'll work, I tell ya."
Patty thought about that for a minute. Then she said, "Yeah, it might ... if it was true. But it just can't be!"
"Don't believe us, then," Maggie said, going to the window and unhooking the screen. "Come on and see for yourself."
"Okay ... I will," Patty said, and the three of them crawled out onto the balcony....
Rose was still on her knees, bent over, with the backs of Stevie's thighs clamped in her armpits. His little legs were sticking up in the air and his ass was in his mother's face. She was fucking him in the ass-hole with her tongue.
"Holy shit!" Patty whispered.
You couldn't see Stevie's face from the window but you could tell it was him by the shock of blonde hair that stuck out between Rose's thighs, just below her ass, which was jerking and wiggling.
The little boy had a cheek clutched tightly in each hand, and it was easy to see what he was doing because of the way his head was moving up and down. The noises he was making with his mouth were a dead giveaway, too:
Slurp, slurp, slop slurp, slosh, slush! and all like that.
Rose's head lolled from side to side as her tongue drilled deep into that tight little butt hole, and his bird's egg balls were bobbing against her jerking chin. Her fingers were dug into his baby-smooth ass-cheeks and you could hear her slobber running down between them.
Patty rubbed her eyes and as soon as she took her hands away Stevie's legs went stiff. He made a gurgling noise into his mama's cunt and his prick went off like a pistol, squirting cum all over her tits.
Squirt, squirt, squirt!
With a hungry growl Rose jerked her tongue out of his ass-hole and clamped her mouth over his spurting dick. You could see her throat moving as she gulped it down....
The peepers went back to Patty's room and played threesies on the bed.
Later, lying there in the dark between Maggie and Roy, Patty said, "Yeah, but I can't just go up to her and say, 'Hey, Mama, Roy's gonna sleep with me tonight because you and Stevie have been ... I mean, I wouldn't know what to say."
"Oh, I wouldn't worry about it," Maggie said, grinning slyly to herself. "You'll think o' somethin when the time comes."
And it shouldn't be too long comin', either, she thought.
Before going back down to her own room Maggie slipped into the bathroom and got he panties off the shower curtain rod. But she left Roy's jeans hanging there.
CHAPTER EIGHT
One Friday evening, a month later, Rose and Maggie were entertaining some of the little boys from Rose's choir in the parlor after choir practice. There was John, Sam, Alex, and Roy's brother Teddy. Stevie was there, too, of course. All these kids were twelve years old except John, who was eleven. Rose had served some Hawaiian punch and now they were watching one of Maggie's home movies.
On the screen three naked women who looked to be in their mid-forties were in bed with a little boy who looked to be twelve or thirteen. The little boy was naked, too, and he had a hard-on. One of the ladies was a blonde (bleached), another was a brunette (dyed) and the third was a redhead. The redhead was Maggie.
The blonde was kissing one of the boy's legs and the brunette was kissing the other one. They were working up toward his crotch. Maggie-the one in the movie-was sitting spraddle-legged, facing the other two ladies, and the boy's head was propped up on her cunt. Every now and then Maggie would bend forward and swing her huge tits across the boy's face. It was a silent movie of course, but you could almost hear them slap-thudding against his cheeks.
"Aunt Maggie did that to me that first time," Stevie said to his mother. "In the tub."
Rose chuckled softly. "Yeah, I remember," she said.
"She did it to me once, too," Alex said. "Didn't ya, Maggie?"
"Mm," is all Maggie could say because she had Sam's prick in her mouth at the time.
"She could knock ya down with them things if she wanted to," Alex added, and all the little boys giggled.
You can tell from this glimpse of the parlor and those few lines of conversation that Rose's household had gone through a few changes since little Stevie lost his cherry that night. This part of it started three weeks ago when...
But let's watch the movie for a minute.
The blonde lady had now reached the boy's crotch. Her tongue slithered over his hairless little nuts, up the underside of his stiff prick and then her wet painted lips slipped over its head, pursing tightly around the collar.
The other lady ran her tongue around the smooth plump root of the boy's dick for a minute, rolling his balls in her hand. Then she withdrew, lifted his leg and ducked under it, her tongue darting at the pale secret flesh underneath his scrotum, then working down into the tight crack of his cute little butt.
She pulled one cheek aside with her fingers and the camera moved in a little closer so you could see his ass-hole for a second before it was hidden by the lady's head.
Then Maggie-in-the-movie got up on her knees, straddling the boy's face, and started rubbing her shaggy orange cunt beard against his mouth. She leaned back against the pillows and gave the camera a dirty smile, pulling her fat cunt lips open with her fingertips to reveal the boy's tongue flickering over the sharp-edged crimson bud of her erect clitoris.
"Who's that kid?" Teddy asked, fiddling with Maggie's hard nipple knob through the thin black film of her party pajamas.
Maggie drew her lips off Sam's prick with a loud slurp and said, "That's Henry. That cunt on the right is his mama and the blonde is a rich bitch from D.C.-some senator's wife, one o' my best clients. The senator himself was upstairs with a couple o' my girls that night." She glanced at the screen and laughed.
"Henry used to always plug his nose in my ass-hole like that when he ate me," she said.
The picture got jerky as the camera moved again. When it settled down and focused in again, the view was straight down from a point directly over the senator's wife's head. The cameraman must have been standing on the bed. From that angle you could see Henry's mother's tongue squeezing in and out of her son's ass-hole while the rich bitch's head bobbed up and down over his prick. Sometimes Henry's balls were sandwiched snugly between the two ladies' cheeks.
"Goddamn!" Sam gasped. Maggie was sucking his dick again-the Maggie in the parlor. "That kid's gettin' ... paid for that?"
"Mmmmm, mm," Maggie replied, her flickering tongue flicking along the underside of Sam's throbbing dick as she speeded up her stroke.
"Gosh!" John whispered. He's the one that was eleven and this was his first night at Stevie's mother's house. He'd heard about it from the others but he'd thought they were bullshitting him.
Now here he was, sitting on Stevie's aunt's lap without any clothes on while she sucked Sam Johnson's peter and watching the dirtiest movie he'd ever seen in his life! They hadn't been bullshitting him after all.
They certainly hadn't. As I started to say, this began three weeks ago-although the germ of it sprouted in Maggie's mind when she first heard about her sister's boy's choir. The Friday after she set Rose up with Stevie, Maggie had gone with her to choir practice at the church.
Rose and the boys weren't the only ones using the church on Friday nights-Rev. Parker was conducting a Bible class and some old ladies were there, too, redecorating the nursery-so that you might think Maggie's appearance would have caused quite a stir. But the Maggie who accompanied her sister to the church that evening was not the real-life Maggie we've been observing in these pages.
She wore no make-up, a dowdy gray suit with a straight-cut below-the-knee skirt, a pair of horn-rimmed old lady glasses on her nose and a ridiculous hat with little plastic flowers on it. She looked for all the world like your average every-day maiden aunt from up north, and to Rose's delight she was a big hit with the congregation, Rev. Parker included.
While watching the choir boys she kept clasping her hands together and saying things like, "Oh, the little darlings!" and "Aren't they just precious?" and "I just love children. I never had any of my own, you know." So that nobody suspected any monkey business when after the singing was over she turned to Rose and said, "Rose, you simply must invite these nice boys over to your house some evening. I know they'll just love my home movies."
"Home movies?" the Reverend had queried.
"Yes," Maggie said proudly. "I have quite a collection, you know. It's my hobby. Let me see now ... I have the Statue of Liberty, the Empire State Building, the Staten Island ferry, the Metropolitan Museum...."
She rattled off a whole list of New York tourist attractions and Rev. Parker finally broke in and said, "Why, I think that would be most educational for the boys, as well as entertaining."
Right on cue, Rose spoke up: "Well then, if it's all right with their parents, why don't we plan a little party at my house after choir practice next Friday night?"
"Excellent!" said the minister.
Then Maggie had added the finishing touch: "Ah-Reverend, do you think it would be all right if I read a bit to them from the scriptures after the movies? I've been told I read quite well, and I do love the Good Book, especially the Gospels."
That did it. Maggie had the old boy eating out of her hand.
That first party had been a little slow getting started. During the week, following Maggie's instructions, Stevie had begun preparing his fellow choir boys for the event, hinting that Aunt Maggie's movies weren't really of the Empire State Building at all and that the "good books" she'd brought with her from the big city were a far cry from the one that had the Gospels in it.
To prove his point he had shown them a few cutouts from Hot and Hairy. These hints had excited the boys' curiosity but hadn't even begun to prepare them for that first movie, nor for the real Maggie MacDonald, and certainly not for the new Mrs. Sanders.
Maggie hadn't started with the films taken in her own house. If she had, the kids would probably have dived out the windows. She began with a milder reel, an old standard-the classic milkman-and-housewife stag movie-but even that had shocked the shit out of them. So the only real action that first night had been a demonstration of fucking performed by Maggie and little Stevie on the parlor floor.
The following Friday night get-together, however, was everything Rose and Maggie had hoped for. Four twelve-year-olds lost their cherries and afterward the two exhausted women couldn't even remember how many orgasms they'd had.
After that the little fellows started paying secret daytime visits to the Sanders household, individually or in pairs, whenever they got the chance. So they were fully prepared for this third orgy-all of them, that is, except John.
John was a bit on the shy side and the wild stories the other boys had brought back from their first encounter with the prick-hungry sisters had thoroughly terrified him. He made up a legitimate-sounding excuse for not going to the second party, but his excuses for not going along on the daytime visits were so obviously trumped up that the older boys started calling him chicken. That, in John's opinion, was worse than being pawed over by those nasty old ladies.
So here he was at last, sitting on Maggie's lap, stark naked, watching a movie even dirtier than the ones the others had described to him. If he hadn't been convinced that a lot of what those guys had been telling was just so much bullshit, he never would have agreed to come along, no matter what they called him. Now it was too late.
You can hardly blame the poor kid for being so backward, though. Hell, he hadn't even started to jerk off yet.
Maggie was on the sofa and Rose was sitting in a big overstuffed armchair to the right. Maggie's party pajamas were made of the sheerest see-through black film edged in lace. The Arabian harem-style bag trousers were so low-slung that, when she was standing up, a few tufts of orange cunt-hair and an inch of her ass-crack stuck out above the elastic hip band. The bolero was sleeveless and damn near frontless, fastened together only with a couple of little black strings tied in a bow between her tits.
Rose was wearing that same orchid negligee and the boys of course weren't wearing anything. That was one of the rules: If you wanted to watch one of Maggie's movies you had to take your clothes off.
Alex was sitting on Rose's left thigh and Stevie was on her right one. The long slinky skirt was bunched up in her lap and her left tit was hanging out. She was manipulating the boys' foreskins as they watched the movie-they both had full hard-ons-and they were playing with her tits and taking turns sticking their hands in her warm juicy cunt.
Teddy, a skinny little kid with the biggest pecker in the crowd, was on Maggie's right, massaging her big tits and pinching the nipples while she stroked his balls and tickled his ass-hole. She had learned that you had to be careful about fucking around with Teddy's prick before you were ready for it to go off, because it had a hair trigger.
Sam, who was standing up on the sofa cushion to her left, holding onto her head for support as he pumped his fat little prick in and out of her mouth, was slower; if you were careful you could suck on his tasty little prick for quite a while before he came. With her left hand Maggie was doing things to young John's dick that he himself had never done to it.
John was beginning to see what sex was all about.
Henry, the young boy-whore in the movie, suddenly went stiff. His entire face was now out of sight; the part that wasn't hidden by Maggie's shaggy cunt was covered with her creamy cum-foam. The senator's wife was sucking furiously, her stiff blonde hair flapping at the sides of her head like wings. Henry's mother had stopped tonguing her son's ass-hole and was now watching the blonde woman's mouth, jerking up and down his hard little prick.
She watched wide-eyed and breathless, a wild look on her flushed face. Slobber ran down her chin and it looked like she was panting.
Maggie-in-the-parlor took her mouth off Sam's cock and put her lips to John's ear.
"Watch now, sugar," she said, skinning his long puckered foreskin down with her fingers and palm and thumbing the hard slick head of his stubby little member. "He's gonna shoot his wad in that lady's mouth!"
John swallowed.
The kid on the screen started to twitch all over like a spastic and you could almost feel his cum squirting out of the head end of his little pecker and into the senator's wife's sucking mouth. Maggie could almost taste it.
"See?" she said. "He's gettin' his gun now!"
John felt the hairy cushion in Maggie's lap rolling and scraping-against his bare behind, bouncing him up and down.
"See how that lady's-"
"Hey, come on, Mag!" Sam panted, jabbing at Maggie's cheek with his cock. "How come you stopped?"
"Just hang on a minute, you horny little shit," Maggie said to him, pretending to try to bite his prick.
"Yipe!" he yelped.
Maggie chuckled and turned back to John. But by now Henry had stopped twitching.
As the senator's wife sucked out the last few dribbles of cum from his tortured cock, the boy's mother scrambled around between the other woman's legs, spread her buttocks with her hands, stuck her tongue into her ass-hole and that was the end of the fucking movie.
"Wow!" said several of the boys. Rose reached over and flipped off the projector. Then she turned on a little lamp with a red bulb in it-the one she and Maggie called their "sex lamp."
"Do you know what happened?" Maggie asked John.
"Uh," said John. Maggie's breath was like hot steam in his ear.
"Look, I'll show ya," she said.
John turned half around and saw Maggie start sucking Sam's prick again. He blinked, blushed and swallowed, but he kept watching.
The others watched, too. Everything looked sexier and more exciting by the light of that red lamp. While Maggie sucked Sam's cock, Teddy untied the bow that held her bolero together and uncovered both of her tits.
"Hey, John," he said, slipping an arm under the massive things and lifting them so that the nipples tilted up toward John's wide-eyed face. "How ya like them jugs? Huh?"
"They're ... n-nice," John said.
"Bet your ass they're nice," said Teddy and he bent over to suck one of the big brown nipples.
It didn't take more than a dozen suck-strokes on his feverish little cock to bring Sam off. As soon as he started to shoot his little boy cum, Maggie slipped her lips off, opened them wide and finished him off with her hand so that John could see the ropes of hot sticky cum squirting into her hungry mouth.
SQUIRT! SQUIRT! SQUIRT!
"Ah! Ah! Ah!" Sam cried, watching the stuff of his hairless nuts filling up Maggie's mouth. "My gosh!" John gasped.
Then Maggie wrapped her thick lips around Sam's prick again, swallowed the load, gave his dick a few last sucks for good measure and-as he collapsed on the sofa with a loud "A-a-a-a-ahhhhh!"-turned back to little John.
"That's what you call a blow-job," she said, licking her lips clean.
"It sure is!" Sam gasped and everybody laughed.
Everybody except John.
Maggie was about to explain a few more facts of life to the little virgin, but now Teddy was all fired up. He said, "Come on, Mag, gimme some pussy!" He stuck his hand down under John's ass, trying to get to her cunt.
"Hey!" Maggie laughed. "Careful with that thing, willya? It's the only one I got."
Stevie and Alex were ready, too. They had the top of Rose's negligee all the way down to her waist now and were sucking her tits. Stevie sucked the right one and Alex sucked the left one and they each had a hand crammed into her flooding cunt.
"Oh, stop, stop!" she panted, trying to push them away.
Stevie's mouth came off her swollen nipple with a wet pop! and he said, "What d'ya mean, stop? Shit, Mama, we just got start-"
"I want to make a sandwich," she said hoarsely.
"Groovy!" Stevie said.
"Hot damn!" said Alex, jumping off Rose's knee.
They dragged her negligee off and were getting down on the deep-pile carpet when they both thought of the same thing at the same time.
"Dibs on the ass-hole!" they cried in unison.
"I said it first!" Stevie said.
"like hell you did!" said Alex.
"Now, Stevie," Rose scolded. "Alex is company. Besides, you got my ass-hole last time."
"Yeah," said Alex.
"Fuck," Stevie muttered.
"Now, that's not nice, Stevie," Maggie said as she got down on her hands and knees in front of the sofa. "Your mama's gonna think you don't like her cunt any more."
"I didn't mean that, Mama," Stevie said as he lay down on his back.
Rose smiled and sat down on him, rubbing her slimy bush against his belly.
"I know, honey," she said, and then she bent over and whispered in his ear: "Later ... after the party."
Stevie grinned and winked up at her as she straightened up and sheathed his rock-hard prick in her fuck-hole.
On his knees behind her, between Stevie's outstretched legs, Alex got some cream from Rose's hairy crotch, smeared it on his stiff little rod, and said, "Ready, Rosie?"
"Ready, lover," Rose said, and-"O-O-O-OH!"-Alex drove his hard little dick home. There was nothing Rose liked more than to have two little boy cocks in her at the same time, one in her cunt and one in her ass-hole.
Meanwhile, over by the sofa, Teddy was already throwing the cock dogstyle to Aunt Maggie. His belly was going splash! splash! splash! against her fat ass and the big cheeks were shuddering in the dim glow like huge red balloons full of Vaseline being beaten with a board.
She had made John lie down underneath her and now she was dangling her huge milk melons in his face, swinging them hard against his blushing cheeks-thud, thuditty-thud!-or lowering a fat nipple into his mouth and saying, "Suck it, sugar! Suck Mama's tit!"
Sam just lay on the sofa and watched all this, playing with his cummed-out dick to get it hard again.
"Who do ya think'll cum first?" Roy whispered.
"Your little brother," Patty whispered back. "He always-"
"Uhng!" Teddy grunted.
S-S-S-S-SQUIRT! went his prick.
"Shoot it to me, baby!" Maggie cried, smothering John's face with her boobs.
"Uhng, uhng, uhng!"
SQUIRT, SQUIRT, SQUIRT!
"-He always comes first," Patty continued. "Mama says he's got a hair trigger."
Patty and Roy were crouched outside the parlor window.
Alex was the next one to cum. Actually, Rose was the next-she started getting her goodies about the same time Teddy did-but Alex was the next boy to get off.
"AH!" Stevie cried as his mother's cunt gripped his twitching prick like a red-hot hand, squeezing the cum out of it. He came like a machine gun. SQUIRT-SQUIRT-SQUIRT-SQUIRT-SQUIRT--!
By the time they had all uncoupled and caught their breath, Sam was ready to go again. He jumped on top of Maggie, gathered up her massive sweat-slick jugs in his little hands and started humping. But before he could get his pecker in, Maggie rolled him off and said, "Not now, sweet thing. You had yours already."
"Yeah, but-"
"Hush now." Then she turned to Rose and said, "Hey, Sis."
Rose lifted her face from Stevie's crotch, which she was cleaning up with her tongue, and said, "Yeah?"
"Don't you think it's time we, ah, gave some special attention to our new guest?"
"I certainly do," Rose said. "I was about to suggest the same thing."
They both looked at John.
John looked at them.
They licked their lips.
John swallowed.
CHAPTER NINE
Patty got all excited watching her mama and Aunt Maggie close in on little John. They looked like a couple of big cats stalking some small helpless animal. John's prick wasn't hard any more. In fact, from the window it didn't look like he even had a prick.
Rose slithered up beside him, running her hand up his left thigh, caressing it. "Did you like that movie, John?" she asked.
"Uh..." John saw that all the other boys were watching him, ready to break out laughing at the first dumb thing he said or did. He said, "Yeah, it was"-swallow-"really somethin'. " But his voice quivered and Sam snickered.
"That's enough o' that, big shot," Maggie said to Sam. "You want me to tell John about your first time?"
Sam got a sheepish look on his face and didn't snicker any more.
A supercharged silence fell over the room as Maggie traced a wiggly line down John's face with one of her big nipples, from his forehead to his dry lips, then on down over his little chin to his chest. Rose opened his legs, gently, and began tickling his balls with her tongue.
Patty stepped back from the window and pulled her blue see-through nightie off over her head. She wasn't wearing any panties.
"Let's ball," she whispered.
"Right on," Roy said and he pulled off his Jockey shorts.
That's all he was wearing, the rest of his clothes were up in Patty's room. This was the first time they'd ever sneaked down here to spy on one of Rose and Maggie's parties, but it was no secret to them what had been going on. It was just that until recently they'd had plenty to keep them occupied upstairs. But now they'd been sleeping together for a month and some of the novelty was beginning to wear off-as it has a way of doing.
Tonight they felt the urge for a little outside entertainment, and from what they'd heard about these choir boy parties from Stevie, Maggie and Rose, they figured a little trip around back to the parlor window would be better than going out to a movie.
Needless to say, Maggie's plan for liberating her sister's household from sexual secrecy and hypocrisy had worked like a charm. Leaving Roy's jeans hanging in the bathroom was a stroke of genius. About one o'clock that night Rose had climbed off little Stevie and staggered down the hall to take a piss. As soon as she saw those jeans hanging there, a door in her memory had snapped open.
Oh my goodness!
All of a sudden she remembered what it was she had heard about Patty. At the time she had heard it, while watching Maggie jacking Stevie's prick in the tub, she'd been so preoccupied with what she was seeing that she hadn't paid any attention to what she was hearing-about how Patty had climbed down the trellis and fucked Roy Rollins in the orchard. But the sight of those boy's jeans had brought it all back to her and her response was automatic, conditioned by a lifetime of puritanical hypocrisy. In a flash she had become the "concerned mother" of a teenage girl.
Wham! she crashed into Patty's room and slapped the light switch. Roy's bare ass froze in mid-stroke.
"So!" Rose cried.
Roy was scared shitless-he never had much hope that Maggie's plan would work, anyway-and he would have dived out the window, stark naked, if Patty hadn't stopped him. She'd have been scared, too, if she hadn't been so pissed off. The reason she was pissed is because she was just starting to cum when Mama burst in.
If you want to get a sixteen-year-old girl mad, just try yelling at her while she's having an orgasm.
"Now, just a goddamn minute, Mama!" she said, breaking into Rose's tirade of shock and outrage.
"Patricia!" Rose cried. "How dare you--? ! "
"You know, you got a lotta balls, Mama," Patty went on, jumping up from the bed, "puttin' down all this shit after what you and Stevie been doin' in there!"
That hit Rose like a bucket of ice water.
"If you can do that with your own son, for Christ's sake, then Roy and I can sleep together whenever we fuckin' feel like it! And if you don't like it-"
"P-Patty, I-"
"-you can stick all of it up your ass!"
Rose broke down then and started crying. That softened Patty up and she went over to Rose and said, "Aw, shit, Mama, I ... I'm sorry."
And Rose put her arms around the girl and sobbed, "No, I'm the one that should be sorry. After what I've done ... I have no right to...." Sob, sob.
Anyway, when Rose finally left the room, an agreement had been reached: she and Patty wouldn't interfere with each other's sex lives any more. Rose even offered to start Patty on the Pill the very next day and Roy was so happy to hear that that he threw his arms around Rose and gave her a big kiss.
Maggie had been hiding on the stairs, listening to all this, ready to step in if anything went wrong. But it didn't, everything came off just as she had hoped it would, and she went to bed satisfied that she'd done a good deed.
As it turned out, it was very fortunate for Rose that she had made peace with her daughter. Because now, while the main event of this third orgy was getting started, trouble was on the way, and in a situation like the one that was about to explode in the parlor, you don't need any enemies in the family.
"Look!" Patty whispered as Roy cupped her tits in his hands and shoved his cock deep into her snug little twat. "It's startin' to get hard!"
She meant John's prick. He was lying on his back on the floor and the older boys were sitting in a ring around him, watching silently. The two naked women were lying alongside him, their hairy cunts on either side of his head, their cheeks resting on his upper thighs, Rose on his left, Maggie on his right. They were taking turns licking his prick.
Sometimes they would both lick it at the same time, while fondling his little balls and exploring his ass-crack with their fingers. Then one of them would take his balls into her mouth while the other sucked his prick. Their tits rubbed and flattened on his rib cage as they worked him over and occasionally they would bring their cunts in close to his face and tickle his ears wih their crotch curls.
As scared as John was, all this was just too much for him. Somewhere along the line his fear got disjointed from his excitement and his immature but healthy little body took over, leaving his brain somewhere out in left field. Wide-eyed, he watched his dick twitch and swell and lift its head between the two warm wet tongues, and he watched his hand touch one of Maggie's tits, his short fingers kneading the soft warm fat.
It was like it was somebody else's hand and somebody else's prick and John was just watching it like he'd watched the movie. But you really couldn't compare this to a movie. Gosh, it ... felt so ... good ... especially when they ... took the whole thing in their ... in their mouths and ... sucked it ... like that ... and....
"What's your mama doing?" Roy breathed in Patty's ear, working his cock slowly in and out of her bubbling pussy. In the dim red light it was a little hard to see what was going on.
"She's putting his hand in her cunt," Patty whispered.
"That's what I thought. She-ahhhh"
"Sh!"
"Don't squeeze like that, then."
"I can't help it."
While Maggie took her turn sucking John's prick, which was now as hard as a rock and stiff as a stick, Rose took his left hand (the right one was feverishly pawing Maggie's tit, pulling at the big nipple-and guided the middle finger into her drooling slit.
John gave a little gasp as he felt the hot slimy bud of her clitoris twitch under his fingertip. His dick felt all tingly, like something was about to happen.
Rose slid her little hand further down her gash until the first two fingers slipped into her fuck-hole.
Oh--!
That scared John and he tried to pull his hand out of the trap, but Rose held it there and after a moment he stopped pulling. It was all warm and wet. Slippery. Juicy. She bunched his fingers together and pushed them deeper inside her cunt....
Gosh!
Now his whole hand was in there! And-
Gasp!
His whole body jerked as Maggie's lips pursed tightly around his little cock and slid off the head. His right hand closed on Maggie's tit like a claw and the fingers of his other hand clutched at the gooey flesh inside Rose's cunt.
"He's gonna shoot!" Teddy whispered.
"Sh!" hissed little Stevie.
Teddy was right, John was a split second away from cumming, but thanks to the sisters' skill, nothing came out but a little spurt of clear preorgasmic fluid. The sensation was completely foreign to anything the little boy had ever yet experienced, and it left him trembling like a leaf.
"Holy shit!" Patty gasped, almost breathless from the combination of what she was seeing in the parlor and what she was feeling in her twat.
"What're they tryin' to do to that poor kid?" Roy whispered.
Now Maggie was spreading John's legs wider and running her tongue down under his tightly clenched nuts, probing into the crack of his twitching ass. Rose waited just the right amount of time for his aborted orgasm to subside and then she slipped her own mouth over his slim, throbbing little pecker, squeezing his hand with her cunt and skinning him back with her lips.
They had agreed that Rose could have John's cherry, but for a minute there Rose had been afraid Maggie was going back on her word. Now she started blowing the kid in earnest, her mouth watering in anticipation, her head bobbing rapidly, and it was just then that a faint knocking sounded in the distance.
Knock, knock, knock.
"What was that?" Roy whispered.
"What was what?" Patty panted.
"That knocking. Sounded like somebody-"
It came again, a little louder: Knock, knock, knock.
"I heard it that time," Patty said. "Jesus, it must be somebody at the front door!" "Why wouldn't they ring the bell?" "It's not working, remember?" "Oh, yeah. Maybe we oughta-" Knock, knock, knock.
"I don't think they even hear it in there!" Patty hissed.
"I know," Roy said. "Maybe we oughta tel 'em."
It was true that nobody in the parlor noticed the knocking. It was like the room was sealed off from the outside world by a supercharged field of electrified sex.
Everybody was holding their breath, waiting for John to cum in Rose's mouth.
"It's stopped," Roy whispered. "They must have gone away."
"Thank God," Patty said. "Let's fuck."
"Mh!"
"Ooooo!"
The kids were clustered close around the two ladies now, pawing their private parts and trying to see every detail of what they were doing to young John. Maggie had her tongue in his ass-hole, fucking it vigorously, and Rose was making urgent hungry-sounding noises in her throat as she brought him back again to the brink of his very first climax.
Roy was about to get his gun, too, but John came first. SQUIRT!
"Um!" Rose grunted as the thin cum jetted against the back of her throat. "Um, um!" SQUIRT! SQUIRT!
I'm grown up! John thought. That's the only thing that came clearly into his mind. It was like his childhood was squirting out through the end of his prick, all in a rush.
SQUIRT! SQUIRT! SQUIRT!
Then Roy came, but it wasn't much of an orgasm. Because between the beginning of John's orgasm and the beginning of Roy's-maybe five seconds-Mr. Rollins opened the parlor door and led in.
CHAPTER TEN
Right from the first Oscar Rollins hadn't thought much of Rose and her sister keeping little Teddy out so late after choir practice. Roy was getting older and it was all right for him to stay out till nine or ten once in a while, but a boy Teddy's age, in his father's opinion, should be in bed by eight. And besides, nobody ever invited him, Oscar, to watch their home movies. He had even made a few hints to this effect at church last Sunday, but Rose hadn't paid any attention to him. This made Oscar suspicious.
It didn't make anybody else suspicious because there wasn't a member of the entire congregation who would have invited the grumpy old fart to a dog fight. But Oscar thought, They may be up to no good over there. I don't trust that MacDonald woman, something not quite right about her, can't quite put my finger on it.
As a matter-of-fact, it had been a long time since Oscar had put his finger on it, and that probably had a lot to do with his being such a hard-shelled old bastard. He hadn't had a piece of ass in eleven years.
Anyway, at ten o'clock Oscar had decided to go across the street and bring little Teddy home. These parties were getting later and later and somebody had better put a stop to it.
He pushed the doorbell but nothing happened so he knocked. No answer. He knocked again, and then again. Nothing.
The house seemed as silent as a tomb. He peeked through the porch windows but there was nobody in the living room. Finally he tried the door and found it unlocked. He opened it and stepped in.
What was going on here, anyway?
Now Oscar was more suspicious than ever, and he began creeping through the house like a thief, opening doors and stabbing his long sharp nose into the empty rooms, until he finally arrived at the parlor.
"Holy shit!" Patty whispered. "It's--! " "Dad!" Roy gasped, jerking her spurting cock from Patty's pussy and dropping to the ground as though he were about to burrow under the house like a rat.
Rose had just swallowed the last of John's cum. His spasm ceased abruptly and Maggie pulled her tongue out of his ass-hole.
"Well, John," she said, "how'd ya like...? " John had a funny look on his face and he was staring at the door. "How'd ya like ... uh...? "
Maggie turned to see what John was staring at. Then all the other boys turned to see what Maggie was staring at.
"Oh, shit," Maggie muttered.
"SO!" Oscar roared, charging into the red-lit cunt-smelling room like an angel that ran Adam and Eve out of the garden.
At last Rose looked up. "Oscar!"
"Teddy!" Oscar barked. "Put your clothes on and get home this instant! Go straight to your room and stay there! I'll deal with you later."
"Y-yes, sir!" said Teddy, trembling with terror. He grabbed his clothes, darted past his enraged father and was gone.
There's no point in detailing the raving tirade which followed. It's enough to say that Oscar swore by all that was holy to have these two degenerate female abominations behind bars in a matter of hours. It was a regular fire-and-brimstone sermon that lasted a good ten minutes.
During this time, while everybody else was immobilized with fear, Patty sprang into action.
"Get up off the ground, dodo!" she hissed, kicking Roy in the ribs and dragging him away from the window. "I got an idea!" She told Roy her plan.
"What?! " Roy said, amazed. "But he won't-"
"He might," Patty said.
"But ... he's my ... father," Roy said.
"Jesus Christ! You're as big a prude as he is! What d'ya think I'm gonna do, stand here with my finger in my ass while they take my mother to jail?"
"No, but-"
"But nothin', " Patty said, slipping into her nightie. "You do what I said. As soon as he leaves, you hear?"
"Okay ... but I. . . "
Patty darted off into the shadows.
She had just disappeared around the corner of the house when Oscar finished his tirade and stormed from the room, promising to call the police the moment he got home. He wasn't able to do that, though, the moment he got home.
Something lay across his path.
What was this? A temptation! Oscar thought. The Devil was working overtime tonight for sure.
Patty was lying across the walk near the front steps. She was sprawled out on her back as though someone had thrown her down there. Oscar had left his porch light on and in its "yellow glow the voluptuous girl's nipples and pubic hair showed vividly through the blue film of her crotch-length nightgown.
"So!" Oscar said, trying to sound fierce and thinking, Give me strength, Lord. "Trying to lure my Roy from his room, eh? Didn't know I was out here, did you? How dare you set foot on my property dressed like..."
Then he noticed that her hair was all messed up and that her nightgown was torn at the sleeve. She opened her eyes wide, a wild look on her face, and started groaning: "O-o-o-h, o-o-oh...."
Puzzled, Oscar bent over her. What kind of trick was this? "Young lady," he said, "you will remove yourself from my--? "
In a flash it dawned on Oscar that all the neighbors could see this shameless slut as well as he could, and that in a moment they'd all be at their windows to see what all the yelling was about. It would look as though-
"Into the house!" he gasped. "Get up, get up!"
Patty went limp and let him drag her frantically up the steps and into the house. He threw her down on the sofa, turned off the outside light, locked the door, switched off the lights in the living room and ran to the window, expecting to see hordes of concerned neighbors running to the girl's rescue.
To his relief, there was no sign of life out there.
The Lord had stood by him in his time of need. Whew! He staggered over to the girl and glared down at her.
In the moonlight filtering through the draperies of the bay window she looked naked. Her pale breasts rising and falling ... that dark sinful patch between her full thighs ... Oscar blinked his eyes. She was naked!
"Now, look--! " His voice broke. He cleared his throat and tried again: "Now, look here, young lady! Just what do you think--? "
"I'm sorry, Mr. Rollins," Patty said in a weak voice. "I didn't know it was you. I thought it was ... him!"
"Him?" said Oscar, forgetting what he was going to say.
"Some man," Patty whimpered. "H-he tried to rape me. I was just ... taking a little walk in the ... in the orchard when he came up and ... and grabbed me! I got away from him and ran. I must have fallen down and then ... and then you came up and ... and I thought it was him! ... It ... it wasn't you ... was it, Mr. Rollins?"
"Wh? Why, of course it wasn't me! I must say, I'm not surprised this happened, Patricia. There are men in this world who will stop at nothing to satisfy their animal cravings. They are the Devil's pawns, ever on the alert for wayward children whose parents have not prepared them properly for ... " Oscar suddenly realized he'd been sidetracked from his immediate purpose. I'd better make that phone call, he thought. Already the contamination is spreading through the community. Abruptly he turned and started for the telephone.
"The police will take care of this," he said.
Patty made a gagging noise-"Ahg! Ahg!"-and clutched her throat.
"What is it, child?! Wha--? "
"Ahg! Ahg!"
"Oh, my goodness!" Oscar sank down on the sofa. What if the girl were seriously injured and ... and what if any of the neighbors did see...? Then a new and even more terrifying thought came to him: What if the police come and find this girl here, in my house, and--!
Suddenly Patty went limp, as though she had passed out, her right hand falling across Oscar's lap.
"P-Patricia? ... Patricia, are you. . ... ? " Oscar trembled with fear and confusion. He felt as if some kind of devilish trap were closing around him.
Then something else closed around him
It was Patty's hand.
It was closing around his cock.
{Holy shit! Patty thought. The thing felt about a foot long and as thick as a baseball bat. She wondered for a moment if she'd bit off more than she could screw.)
"Patricia, are you...? "
The hand squeezed a little harder and started sliding up along the hard throbbing shank ... then down again, toward the monstrous mushroom-like head. Oscar's brain got all muddled. He wanted to jump up and run, but ... he couldn't. His legs felt like they had turned to soft rubber.
" ... Are you ... all right?" he asked.
In the dim moonlight Oscar saw his hand floating up from his knee, drifting toward Patty's face. The hand was supposed to take Patty's hand and remove it from his crotch, but it refused to do that.
I am possessed of a demon! he thought. At the mercy of the Devil! Another voice, deep within him, a voice that hadn't spoken for a long, long time, said, So be it.
His long bony fingers trembled as they stroked the girl's cheek. Her eyes were closed, her full lips parted. The fingers slithered down the smooth skin of her neck and onto her upper chest....
She's unconscious, said the voice. She won't remember anything.
The hand cupped itself snugly over the firm swelling dome of Patty's left tit, the hard little nipple burning into its palm, and now the demon was in full control.
Oh, you sweet, hot, luscious little--!
From there on, nature took its ancient course and when the room exploded in a flash of blinding light-
Click, FLASH!
-Patty was just as startled and annoyed as Oscar was.
"Jesus Christ!" she gasped.
"Wha--?f" But Oscar was right in the middle of his orgasm and he couldn't stop it. He managed to turn his head in the direction of the intruder but his gaunt hairy ass just kept on humping furiously between the teenager's open thighs. His ass was like a machine without an "off button; you just had to wait until it ran out of gas. "Uhn! Uhn! Uhn! Uhn!"
Somebody was muttering in the dark: "Where's the fuckin' light switch?"
And somebody else said, "Over here, I think." "Uhn! Uhn! Uhn!"
Just as the last of Oscar's pent-up load of cum surged into Patty's pussy, the lights came on.
Suddenly terrified, now that he'd run out of gas, Oscar looked up and saw Maggie McDonald and Patty's mother standing there by the door to the kitchen. (They had come in through the back door, using Roy's key.) Maggie had a Polaroid camera with a flash attachment hung around her neck. She was wearing her black party pajamas and Rose had nothing on but her orchid negligee.
"Oughta be a good one," Maggie said with a grin, patting the camera.
My God! Oscar thought. She took a picture of--!
"Shit!" Patty panted. "Why'd ya have to go and do that?"
"Why'd we have to do it?" Maggie laughed. "Hell, it was your idea, honey."
"Yeah, but I was just about to cum," she said. Maggie shrugged and lifted the camera strap from her neck. "Sorry," she said.
"Wh-what are you go-going to do with that?" Oscar gasped, pulling his huge dripping dick out of Patty's cummy cunt and groping frantically for his pants-which Maggie had already tossed into the kitchen.
"With what, this?" Maggie asked, holding up the camera.
Oscar lunged for it, Maggie snatched it away, Oscar crashed into the wall. Then she passed the camera to Rose, who tossed it to little John, who was waiting at the back door. John grabbed it and ran.
"Oh, I don't know," Maggie said to Oscar, who was now backing across the room, holding his shirt in front of his cock. "We thought maybe we'd show it to the cops when they come to arrest us. Have you made that call yet?"
"N-now, listen here," Oscar stammered. "You can't--! It wasn't my fault! I mean, she--! You--! I--! "
Maggie laughed and said, "You listen to me, you self-righteous piece o' shit. We're gonna-"
Rose put her hand on her sister's shoulder and said in a soft voice, "Better let me handle this, Maggie."
Maggie looked at her. Rose winked slyly. Maggie shrugged. "Okay, Sis, he's all yours. Come on, Patty, let's go home."
Patty glanced longingly at the bulge of Oscar's cock and said, "But-"
"Don't be greedy, girl," Maggie chuckled. "There's somebody waiting for you out there."
"Oh," Patty said. She'd almost forgotten about Roy.
Man, am I gonna give his cock a workout tonight! she thought.
Finally, Oscar and Rose were alone in the living room.
Oscar looked at Rose.
Rose smiled.
Oscar swallowed.
"Oscar," she said, "why don't we sit down and ... talk this over?"
"Rose, I. . . " Oscar tried to keep his eyes on her face but they kept going down to the patch of dark hair between her legs. The demon in him was waking up again. It had only taken a short nap. "Well ... all right, then."
Rose turned off all but one dim light and they sat down on the sofa, but they didn't talk anything over until about three hours later when Oscar's foot-long cock slipped out of Rose's mouth and he rolled over on the floor, face-up, groaning from exhaustion. They had fucked once and eaten each other twice. And Teddy had watched it all from his hiding place in the hallway. If he hadn't seen it, he wouldn't have believed it.
After a while Oscar sat up and said, "Hey, Rose! Why don't we go out and do it in the yard? In the moonlight! I haven't done that since I was a kid."
"Jesus Christ," Rose said with a weak laugh. "I thought you said you were out of practice."
Oscar shrugged and gave her a kiss on the nipple. "Gotta make up for lost time. I'd just about forgotten ... what I've been missing."
"Me too," Rose sighed. "Listen, Oscar, I've got an idea."
She told him her idea and he was all for it. Once, when Rose said, "Of course people might talk," he said, "Fuck 'em." Oscar was a new man.
"But I want you to be careful with Patty," Rose added.
"She can take it," Oscar said, remembering how the girl's cunt had stretched to fit his cock.
"Sure, she can take it," Rose chuckled. "But can you? I already lost one man like that, you know."
Then they went out and did it in the yard in the moonlight.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
In spite of the strenuous activities that occupied them most of the night, Rose and Oscar got up early Saturday morning, roused their families and held a meeting in Rose's parlor. The meeting didn't last long and as soon as it was over everybody plunged enthusiastically into the moving operation. Oscar and his kids were moving into Rose's house.
It was a big building, as I said before. It used to be a boarding house so-there was plenty of room. The story would be that Oscar had accumulated a lot of bills he couldn't pay, so he'd decided to put his house up for rent in order to get himself out of the bind. For appearances' sake, he and the boys would have their own rooms, but sleeping arrangements would ... vary.
Oscar wasn't in enough financial trouble to warrant renting his house and all that, but he wasn't exactly rolling in it, either, and that was why he and Rose decided not to get married. Because if they did that, then Rose would lose the stipend from her late husband's estate. So it was more economical to just shack up.
With the stipend and Oscar's salary from the trucking company he worked for, they figured they'd do all right. Maggie said she was going to get a job down here, too, until the heat was off in New York.
The moving was done by dinner time and by eight-thirty they had all washed up and were back in the parlor.
Maggie put on a bump-and-grind record she'd brought with her and did a striptease dance. The others just took off their clothes but Maggie always did everything with a flare. The old girl could still shake that stuff pretty good and the dance added a festive touch to the celebration. Rose turned all the lights off except the red one and that made it even better.
Maggie ended the dance by giving her huge tits a vigorous shaking and squatting down over Roy, who was lying on his back on the floor. At the last cymbal crash, she swallowed his upright prick in her shaggy cunt.
Everybody laughed and yelled and clapped their hands and stomped their feet and then Patty got down on her knees, straddling Roy's face, and rubbed her fuzzy pussy in his face. He gurgled for a minute and then started eating her while Maggie's big juicy cunt slid up and down his cock.
"Hot damn!" Oscar said, looking around the room and stroking his gigantic prick in anticipation of the new life he had stepped into. Two hot-assed women and a cock-hungry girl ... all the pussy he could handle ... whenever he wanted it....
"Hot damn!" he repeated.
Rose giggled and gave him a kiss. Then she lowered herself to her knees, rubbing her tits down the front of his tall, hard, hairy body, and took his cock in her mouth.
"Mmmmm," she said.
"Ahhhh," said Oscar.
Stevie sat down in front of Patty, who was getting a tongue job off Roy, and took her bouncing tits in his hot little hands.
"Wanta suck me off, Sis?" he said.
"Sure," Patty panted. She pushed her little brother down on his back and bent over his crotch.
That gave Maggie an idea. "Hey, let's make a daisy chain!" she said.
"Yeah!" Patty said.
"Hot damn!" Oscar said.
"Mmph!" said Rose.
"Glgle," gurgled Roy.
"What's a daisy chain?" asked Teddy.
"You'll see," Maggie said. She slipped her cunt off Roy's cock (shloop!), crawled backward until the slimy thing was sticking up in her face, and stuck her big ass in the air.
"Get around behind me, sugar," she said to Teddy, "and do it to me like a puppy dog."
Teddy eagerly followed these instructions. He didn't have any trouble finding the hole, even in the dim red light. "Uhn!" "Mmmmmm!"
He could have found it in the dark. Slish, slosh! Slish, slosh! went his stiff little prick.
"Hold on now, honey," .Maggie said. "Wait'll everybody gets ready. Hey, slow down up there!"
She was talking to Roy and Patty and Stevie. Roy was lapping Patty's bubbling crotch at full speed and the girl's body was writhing and lurching as she sucked little Stevie's cock, her head bobbing rapidly. She stopped sucking and looked up at Maggie, her long hair falling over her face.
"Well, hurry up, then," she panted. "I'm about to cum."
"Shit," Maggie said. "You're always about to cum." Then she looked up at Rose and Oscar. "Well, come on, you two. Let's get it on."
Rose took her mouth off Oscar's throbbing cock and looked around with pleasure-glazed eyes. "Where should I...? " Then her gaze fell on Teddy's smooth little butt. "Let's do it like this," she said, thinking, Wow, if Charlie could see me now! "Stevie, move over this way a little bit."
"like this?" Stevie said, twisting his body to make the circle tighter.
"Yeah, that's good," Rose said, and she got down on her hands and knees so that Teddy's ass was in her face and Stevie's face was between her thighs.
"Mh," Stevie grunted. He loved the strong smell of his mother's cunt, especially when it was hot.
Rose spread the soft little cheeks of Teddy's baby smooth behind and kissed his ass-hole.
"Ooo!" he cried, ramming his prick as far as it would go into Maggie's snatch.
"Oh, do it, sugar!" Maggie said, and she bent over and started sucking Roy's prick, which was all gooey with her cunt syrup.
That closed up the chain, but it left Oscar out.
"Hey, what about me?" he said.
"Stick it in my ass-hole!" Rose panted. Stevie had already started lapping her cunt, and when he heard her say that he reached up and spread her buttocks so Oscar could see the target.
Oscar looked at Rose's tight little ass-hole. Then he looked at his enormous cock.
"You sure?" he asked.
"Ahgh agha," Rose said. Then she pulled her tongue out of Teddy's anus. "Hell, yes! Come on, ram that thing in me!"
"Okay," Oscar said. "If you say so."
Rose was too goddamn hot by now to care whether she got hurt or not, but Maggie saw what was bothering Oscar: It was the old problem of trying to drive a camel through the eye of a needle.
She drew her lips off Roy's cock and said, "Stick it in her cunt first, Oscar. It oughta go in okay if ya get it nice and gooey."
"Good idea," Oscar said.
He squatted down over Stevie's chest and told the boy to move his tongue for a minute. Stevie gave it one more slurp and then let his head drop to the floor. He came very close to shooting off in his sister's mouth as he watched Oscar's huge club-headed shaft sliding into Mama's juicy fuck-hole.
He had quite a view from down there. He was so close to the action that Oscar's big hairy balls swung forward at the end of the stroke and hit him in the chin. And when Oscar pulled his big dick out some of Mama's cunt honey dripped in his face. He didn't mind, though, because he already had a lot of it on his face anyway.
"Now then," Oscar said, setting his monstrous cockhead against Rose's ass-hole.
"Ram it in!" Rose cried. "Ram it in!" "Easy does it," Maggie said, holding still. Oscar nodded and shoved his cock forward. "A-a-a-a-h--! " Rose gasped loudly. He shoved his dick again. "Ah! Ah! D-don't stop!" Shove. Cock.
" A-A-A-AA-A-H-H-H-H!! ! " "Hot damn!" Oscar breathed, flexing his cock muscle.
"Tight, huh?" Maggie said with a grin. "Holy shit!" Oscar said.
Maggie chuckled breathlessly and turned her attention back to Roy's spit-and-juice-smeared prick.
"Okay, girls and boys," she said in a throaty, heat-husky voice. "Let's do it."
There was a shuddering jolt of colliding bodies around the circle like a string of railroad cars lurching into motion. Teddy started humping so fast that Rose damn near broke her neck trying to get her tongue in his ass-hole. This operation was further complicated by rapid slap-thudding of Oscar's hard belly against Rose's butt as he slammed his massive member into her ass-hole.
Oscar's energetic attack also made it hard for Stevie to get his tongue into his mama's cunt, but these difficulties were overcome and in a minute, all the links were closed, and they were off and running.
This is the way it was: Maggie was blowing Roy who was eating Patty and Patty was sucking Stevie who was eating Rose while Oscar fucked her in the ass. And Rose was tongue-scuttling Teddy who was fucking Maggie. It looked like a big lumpy red snake in the process of swallowing its tail like those drawings you see in astrology books.
If I were going to cast a horoscope for this group I wouldn't expect to find everlasting bliss for them in the stars. But for the time being they seem to be doing fine and I'd say their immediate future looks pretty good. I had been living down the street from Rose's place during all this, but I didn't actually meet her and the others until a few days after Oscar and his kids moved in with her. That was a month ago and it's taken me that long to write this book, which should have taken only a couple of weeks at the most. My two boys and I have sort of been accepted into the family, and to tell the truth I've been too busy fucking to get much writing done. But what the hell? I'd rather fuck than write any day.
Let's get back to the daisy chain.
As usual, old hair-trigger Teddy was the first to cum.
"Ah!" he cried, and his cum went spurting into Maggie's cunt. "Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah--! "
"Um, um!" Maggie grunted. Roy's ass was bouncing as fast as her head was bobbing and his cockhead was ramming into the opening of her throat at every stroke.
He was lapping Patty's over-flowing pussy even faster than that and she was the next to cum.
"Owm! Owm!" she moaned, her voice muffled by her little brother's prick, and her twat went squish! squish! squish! flooding her boyfriend's mouth with fresh cum cream.
With a gurgle, Roy came. SQUIRT! SQUIRT! SQUIRT!
"Mmmmmm!" Maggie groaned as her own orgasm took hold of her cunt and she started swallowing Roy's hot sticky cum.
Gulp! Gulp! Gulp!
Rose got off next. She'd never experienced anything like this in her entire life: her little boy's tongue slurping hungrily in her cunt while the biggest cock in the world drove in and out of her ass-hole. The best of both worlds, you might say.
I don't think Rose would have been happy just fucking little kids the rest of her life. She needed a man to balance things out. A similar thing could be said about Oscar: Now that he'd rediscovered the joy of fucking he probably would have got tired of a steady diet of Rose-who, after all, ain't as young as she used to be-and no doubt he'd have started slipping around with some younger chicks and Rose would have found out and there'd have been all the usual shit that ends so many happy relationships. But as it is he can take an occasional whack at Patty, whenever she's available, and he doesn't have to slip around to do it.
He doesn't have to feel quilty about it because if Rose can fuck his sons, then he has a perfect right to fuck Rose's daughter, and both of them recognize these rights. like I said, I think they have a pretty good thing going-thanks to good old Aunt Maggie.
SQUISH! went Rose's cunt and she stuck her tongue as deep as it would go in Teddy's twitching, clutching ass-hole. "A-a-a-a-ahng!" SQUISH, SQUISH, SQUISH!
Stevie damn near drowned and Oscar's big balls were pounding against his chin like a couple of fists. He and Oscar got their gun at the same time.
"Glug!" Stevie gurgled and his cum flooded his sister's sucking mouth.
"Huhng-gah!" Oscar gasped, throwing his head back and digging his bony fingers into Rose's hips. SQUIRT! went his cum. SQUIRT! SQUIRT! SQUIRT!
"Huhng-gah! Gah! Gah!"
Rose thought it was going to come out of her mouth and into Teddy's ass-hole. In her orgasmic ecstasy she imagined that her tongue was an extension of Oscar's cock and that he was fucking Teddy through her, if you can dig that.
