Imagine a mother and son separated for fifteen years and then abruptly, unexpectedly reunited after both their lives have taken a radically different course: then you have the basic situation described in Back Home With Mom. There is certainly drama enough in this unusual situation, but to complicate this abnormal family history there is also the warped psychosexual development of the mother, which is bound, in the course of the novel, to affect the son.
Our heroine, Bea Edwards, began life as normally as any other human being, but very soon, thanks to the religious fanaticism and puritanical outlook of her parents, she was launched upon a course of development which could only result in severe repression of her natural needs and desires. The effects of this upbringing were disastrous: married too young, in order to escape the grimness of her home life, Bea suffered the tragedy of divorce; and, further, when she sought solace with another man, lost custody of her child. In a blind, groping way, Bea had attempted a life of sexual normality, but her divorce, the loss of her son, and her subsequent .abandonment by her lover, combined to render her completely disillusioned with marriage and men. She adopted the life of a bitter and frustrated recluse, poor preparation for the maternal role which was to be thrust upon her when she least expected it.
It is true that many other women, in similar circumstances, have weathered the storm, retained confidence in themselves, and gone on to achieve a normal and satisfactory heterosexual adjustment. But for some people, largely because of indelible impressions gained from the parents in early childhood, such an adjustment is not possible. The situation is summarized well by Dr. Anthony Storr, a British psychiatrist, in his authoritative book Sexual Deviation:
"Unfortunately, a sense of sexual guilt may be so extreme that the child is unable to overcome it and continues to carry it with him into adult life, with the result that his capacity for forming adult relationships is impaired."
This is certainly the case with our heroine Bea Edwards, and the emanations of her twisted mind threaten to result in the same unfortunate development for her son Tony. Only when a growing incestuous relationship threatens them with disaster are they saved by the care and concern of a third party, a man who understands that deviant behavior is not necessarily a sin but more often the unavoidable product of hypocrisy, repression, and guilty sexual attitudes on the part of parents. This novel, then, argues that frankness and openness are the best policy in matters of sexual education and behavior.
-THE PUBLISHERS
CHAPTER ONE
Bea Edwards waited at the Helena, Montana airport for the son she hadn't seen in fifteen years. It seemed strange to have a teenage son. She didn't feel old enough for that. Bea herself was only thirty-six, regarded herself as young, and knew that others-especially men-regarded her as young, too. The look Hank Digby had given her as she left the ranch that morning! There was no misinterpreting a look like that. Well, she'd known for a long time that her foreman wanted to get into her pants, but she hoped he wouldn't hold his breath waiting. Hank was a good foreman, and she didn't want to lose him. On the other hand, she didn't want to fall into bed with him, either. Or did she?
Bea frowned and lit another cigarette. Why, after all she'd been through, would her mind still turn to thoughts of sex? She was finished with it, finished with men. God knows, she'd had enough of that. Bea checked her watch and found that it was almost time for her son Tony's plane to arrive. She found herself thinking back to his infancy, to the time of her marriage, when things had seemed so different. My God, there had actually been a time when she'd believed in love and marriage and babies and all that shit.
Bea was only seventeen when she married Greg Edwards, a big handsome jock who'd been a high school football hero. She thought he was a great catch. In fact she was infatuated with him, would have stood on her head or painted herself green if Greg told her to. What Greg saw in her wasn't clear until years later, when she realized that what he wanted was steady tail, somebody to do all the shitwork around the house, and a naive little wife to work and pay his way through college. She'd done all those things gladly, never realizing that she was exploited, and things had gone well enough until she got pregnant. That wasn't supposed to happen, and Greg was furious.
"Goddamn it, Bea!" he thundered when she told him the news. "What the hell went wrong? Didn't you use your diaphragm?"
"I'm sorry, Greg," she replied timidly, cowed by his anger. "It was that night after the party-you know, when we both got a little drunk. I guess I just forgot."
"Forgot!" He eyed her with unconcealed hatred. "Christ! How many times have I told you? We can't afford kids till I'm through college! What'm I going to do now? You'll have to quit your job, I'll have to leave school! I hope you're satisfied, Bea! You've just ruined my life!"
For the first time since their marriage, Bea felt a small spark of rebellion. For four years she'd worked nights as a carhop, while Greg had nothing to do but attend classes, engage in minimal study, and shoot the bull with his fellow students. He'd never lifted a finger to help with the housework, which was always waiting for her when she got home from her crummy job. He couldn't even make himself a sandwich. Wasn't it time that she got to do something she wanted to do? Certainly she wanted this baby, wanted to stay home and be an ordinary wife and mother.
Greg must have understood the look on her face, for he softened a little and said, "Oh, all right, what's done is done. I guess we'll get by. You can still work till the baby shows, and then afterwards we can get a sitter so you can go back to your job."
He studied her still trim figure, and a familiar light came into his eyes. "And one thing we won't have to worry about for the next few months-you can't get pregnant. Come here."
Very reluctantly she came to him, permitted his touch, and allowed him to lead her into the bedroom. She was still smarting from his anger, still feeling that their whole life was geared to Greg and his needs, leaving nothing for her. As Greg feverishly undressed her and climbed on top of her-apparently he knew of no other position for making love-she did not feel her usual excitement, and he had been humping away for almost a minute before he noticed how passive she was.
"Hey, baby, what's wrong?" he panted. "Aren't you digging it?"
"I'm sorry," she muttered. "It's hard to get worked up, when all I can think of is that you don't want our baby."
"Baby?" He blinked, having forgotten in the heat of his passion what they had just talked about. "Oh, yeah. Well, don't you worry, honey, it's gonna be okay. Sure, I want the baby. It will be just fine."
She felt his stiff cock twitching inside her, signaling his impatience. Greg always wanted a wild response from her. It boosted his ego to think that he could do that to her. Now he did something he'd done only a few times in their marriage, reached down and fingered her clit, sending sharp buzzes of pleasure through her body.
"Come on," he whispered huskily, "you know you want it! Swing with me, sweetheart! Dig this meat!"
He began to saw and probe deep in her cunt, and in spite of her sadness and anger, Bea responded quickly, sighing, moaning, wrapping her legs around him. Years later she realized that Greg was not a particularly good lover, but at the time he was the only man she'd ever had, and she thought he was hot stuff. Soon she was gasping, "Oh, yes, darling, yes! Do it to me! YES!" And in a few moments they were clinging hard to each other and howling in a simultaneous climax.
But afterward, as always, Greg simply rolled off her and fell asleep. Bea would have liked to exchange words of tenderness, grateful caresses, but Greg could never stay awake for that kind of thing. Now she lay beside him and studied his handsome face, his magnificent heavily muscled young body, and thought bitterly: You bastard, you don't love me, and you never did. I'm your private whore, I'm your housekeeper, I'm your meal ticket, but I'm not a person to you. And for the first time she understood why Greg never flirted with any of the beautiful coeds he knew, why he had never been unfaithful to her. It was because all women were the same to him, objects to be exploited, cunts to be fucked, and so he was never tempted to change one identical object for another. She supposed that ought to make her feel relieved and happy, but it didn't.
A few days later Bea was at the supermarket when Hal Benson, a classmate of Greg's, greeted her and asked her to come have a beer with him. It wasn't the first time. Bea was often approached by Greg's so-called friends, and had been amused at the way their eyes always strayed to her large, firm jutting breasts, her slim waist, and voluptuously curving hips, revealing exactly what they had in mind. She had always refused with a smile, because she loved Greg and had no desire to be unfaithful to him. Today, however, she accepted Hal's invitation, because her feelings toward Greg had changed radically. Her eyes were opened, she knew now how he had exploited her all these years, and she decided that it was time she lived for her own pleasure, not just for Greg's. From now on she would do whatever she wanted to do, and if Greg didn't like it, he could find another dumb little chick to pay his bills.
They had more than one beer. In fact Bea lost count. She remembered Hal leering at her across the table, and as they both got drunk, he stopped playing it cool, came right out and said what was on his mind: "Greg doesn't know what a good thing he's got, baby. I'm not the only one who'd give his right arm to get you in bed. Greg ignores you, takes you for granted. I wouldn't, believe me. Why don't you stop being his slave, and have a little fun for a change?"
"Why, Hal," she said and grinned, "you must've read my mind!"
She had made a decision, made it without qualms. When Hal suggested that they go to his pad, she didn't hesitate. And she was never sorry, at least not sorry for going to bed with him. When it came to love-making, Hal Benson made Greg look like an amateur. She couldn't get enough of his cock, she ached for him all day and could barely wait till Greg went off to his evening class. Hal, who had been parked near their house, would enter almost as soon as Greg left, and in another minute they'd be in bed. A torrid affair started, and before long they were in love. But they agreed to say nothing to Greg until the baby was born. Somehow it seemed more decent that way.
Bea's son Tony arrived shortly after her twenty-first birthday, and it was soon after she came home from the hospital that she informed Greg of her love for Hal and her wish for an immediate divorce. But she hadn't counted on the violence of Greg's reaction. He didn't love her, and she couldn't understand why he was so upset.
At first he was white-faced and speechless, and when at last he was able to talk, his voice was strained and hoarse. "You bitch!" he gasped. "You fucked another guy while you were carrying my kid! My God, that's rotten, depraved! If you think you're going to get away with it, you're dead wrong! You'll pay for this, Bea! I'll see to that!"
She didn't understand what he meant until the divorce actually came to court. It was then that Greg exploded his bombshell, did something totally unexpected. His lawyer displayed photos and other evidence collected by a private detective, data which caught Bea and Hal in their most intimate, unguarded moments. It was very effective with the court. Bea lost custody of the baby, was not even allowed visiting rights. That was Greg's revenge. He didn't want Tony, but he made sure that Bea couldn't have him.
Yet the worst of her troubles was yet to come. In the misery of losing her child, Bea had at least hoped to find comfort with Hal, but it was only a few weeks after the final divorce decree that Hal cut out of her life, explaining rather sheepishly that he felt he wasn't ready for marriage just yet. Bea marveled that she survived after that. Certainly she wanted to die. But when she finally recovered, she knew one thing for certain, she was finished with men! She would get along without them from now on, she would never let another man into her bed or into her life.
And from that day on, she had never deviated from her decision. It happened that shortly after her divorce, her older sister Lou had been divorced also, but Lou had received a handsome settlement from her rich husband and agreed to finance Bea's purchase of a ranch in a remote part of Montana. There Bea had lived for fifteen years, building up her stock of Sheep and thoroughbred horses, quite content (or so she told herself) to live without men, without any company but her hired help. Lately, in the past few years, however, company had been forced upon her.
First it was Lou, disillusioned after a second divorce, who descended on her. Lou had been there almost five years now, perfectly content to spend her time drinking, popping pills, and making out with the hired hands. Her conduct disgusted Bea, but there was no getting rid of her, since Lou owned the ranch; Bea had never built up enough capital to buy her out. So she had to endure her older sister's escapades, which became increasingly lewd and obvious. Only last week, for example, Bea had come home to find Lou fucking one of the men right in the living room. But what could she do about it? She must either put up with Lou's behavior or surrender the ranch, and the ranch was her whole life.
Then, two years ago, their younger sister Pam had arrived to "recuperate" from her divorce, and she was still recuperating. Pam, the baby of the family, was pretty, willful, spoiled, and an unabashed freeloader. She spent her days drawing and painting, never lifting a finger to help Bea with the ranch. Bea would have booted her out in a second, but Lou, who held the purse strings, forbade it. Pam amused her, she said. And so Bea was stuck with both her sisters.
And now, as if she didn't have problems enough, she'd been unexpectedly saddled with a teenage son, a boy she'd almost forgotten. She had never corresponded with Greg after the divorce, and in recent years they'd lost touch. Then a few months ago she was astounded to receive a letter from him.
Dear Bea, No doubt you'll be surprised to hear from me after all these years. I would have avoided it if I could, but things didn't work out that way. The doctors tell me I don't have long to live, three months at the most. And since I have no living relatives, and Tony is only fifteen, it looks as if you'll have to take him when I'm gone. I might as well confess that it's going to be a considerable shock to him, because he thinks you're dead. As you know, I was very bitter at the time of our divorce, and when Tony was old enough to inquire about his mother, I told him you died when he was born. That was stupid, I know, but I had such hard feelings toward you, I simply didn't want him to know you. Well, now it's caught up with me. I'll have to tell him the truth.
I could make a long apology for the way I treated you, when we were married and when the divorce came, but I won't. It would serve no purpose. Just do your best with Tony, that's all I ask. He's a nice kid, I think you'll learn to love him very quickly. My doctor will telegraph you when the time comes.
Greg.
In spite of all her bitterness toward him, Bea had felt great pity for Greg. It was tough to know you were going to die before you were forty. But what concerned her most was suddenly having Tony thrust into her life. Christ, all she needed now was a kid! As if she didn't have problems enough! However, there was nothing she could do about it, short of putting him in a foster home, and she couldn't do that to her own son. Reluctantly she wrote back to Greg, acknowledging his letter. She didn't hear from him again. Then, yesterday, the telegram had arrived. Greg had passed away and Tony was flying to Helena.....
What the hell am I going to say to him? Bea wondered, as she smoked yet another cigarette and watched the plane land. It was so unreal, so ridiculous. She might be his mother, but she certainly didn't feel like it. Tony was a complete stranger to her, she didn't want him complicating her life. There were enough unwanted people in her house already, what with that lush Lou and that freeloader Pam. Well, Tony at least would pull his own weight, she'd see to that. He could do his share of the work or go to boarding school. One more moocher was more than she could tolerate.... Then she told herself to stop being so harsh. The poor kid was probably just as unhappy with the arrangement as she was. He'd just lost his father and was forced to go live with a woman he didn't even know. The least she could do was be friendly and sympathetic. Still, she wasn't going to allow him to loaf.
Passengers poured into the waiting room, and Bea stood aside, in a conspicuous spot, so Tony could see her. She didn't even know what he looked like. The last time she'd seen him, he was just a wrinkled red infant, indistinguishable from any other newborn. For the first time, she wondered if he looked at all like her. She had sent Greg a photo of herself, to help Tony identify her at the airport, but she had received no photo of Tony.
There were a number of children on the flight, but none of them glanced in her direction. Then a young male voice said, "Bea?" and she looked a second time at the tall, handsome kid whom she had dismissed as being too old. My God, can that be him? It must be, he was striding toward her and grinning.
"Tony-?" She stared at him, and he walked up and hugged her. Hesitantly, she hugged him back, still scarcely believing that this tall teenager was her son.
"Wow!" he exclaimed, stepping back to study her, "you're even prettier than your picture!"
And you're a lot prettier than any picture, too, sonny, thought Bea. The kid was a knockout, no denying it. He looked a lot like Greg, big and husky and blond, although he obviously had some more growing to do. He was almost exactly her height, would certainly grow another foot before he was finished. His features were handsomer than Greg's, and she sensed that he was brighter, too.
She thought how odd it was that one drunken fuck, in a loveless marriage, had produced this magnificent specimen of manhood.
For his part, Tony was thinking what a gorgeous mother he had. He found it hard, in fact, to think of her as a mother. Ever since the day his dad had told him the truth, that Bea was alive and healthy, and that he would be going to live with her soon, he had wondered what she was like. The photo, a dim black and white picture of Bea sitting on a horse, hadn't told him much. He wasn't prepared for this wonderful reality.
She was a little above average height, with dark red hair hanging to her shoulders, handsome features, and the most beautiful big pair of tits he'd ever seen. She was maybe a little too plump to be fashionable, but he had never cared much for skinny girls. To put it bluntly, his mother was really stacked. Suddenly he was aware of gawking, saw that she noticed it, too, and he blushed. Better be on his best behavior!
"Well," he said and laughed, "here I am. Hope you're not too disappointed."
"Of course not," Bea replied automatically. "Let's get your luggage and get back to the ranch. Helena's not much of a city, but it's too big and noisy for me. I'm used to the wide open spaces." They moved toward the luggage counter, and Bea went on trying to make small talk. "I suppose this'll all be new to you, living on a ranch. I understand you've been living in Chicago for quite some time."
"Almost as long as I can remember," Tony answered. "Dad moved there when he graduated from college. He had a good job, coaching at a high school, so there was no reason to move on. But I'm really looking forward to living on a ranch."
"That's good," Bea said tartly, "because there's plenty of chores for you to do. You'll love shoveling horse shit."
They laughed, and Bea felt it was going to be all right. He seemed like a nice, easy-going kid, not hard to get along with. It might even be pleasant having him around. At least he'd be pleasant to look at. She couldn't get over how handsome he was. Even half-grown, his body had a solid virile shape to it, with broad shoulders and slim hips and well-muscled arms and legs. Christ, if she'd known somebody like him twenty years ago, when she was still interested in sex, she'd have dragged him to bed in a second! Then she blushed at the thought. For God's sake, this kid was her son! She shouldn't think about him like that!
All the way home, however, she couldn't help sneaking glances at him. She let him drive the pickup, to give him something to do, but that left her unoccupied, and she found she couldn't keep her eyes off him. Especially his crotch. There was a sizeable bulge in his tight jeans which somehow captured her attention. Sexy little stud, she thought wryly. It won't be long till all the little girls are spreading their legs for him. Maybe they already had. She didn't understand it at all, but when she thought of Tony balling some little chick, her cunt grew very hot and wet. Ashamed of herself, she forced herself to look out the window and think of something else. A few miles from the ranch, however, she had to speak.
"Listen, I haven't told you what to expect when we get home. It's not exactly the environment I would've chosen for you, but there's not much I can do about it." She found herself blushing, but she felt it was best to explain right now about Lou and Pam. "My two sisters, your aunts, are living with me. To put it briefly, they've got problems. Pam, the younger one, isn't so bad. That is, she's not altogether a bad influence, I guess, but she's a little strange. She thinks she's an artist, spends most of the day painting godawful pictures. You'll see for yourself. I'm sure shell insist on showing them to you. My older sister, Lou, well, frankly, she's a mess. She drinks too much, and she takes drugs, and-"
Bea found herself unable to tell him the rest of it, how her nymphomaniac sister couldn't keep her hands off the men at the ranch. She only hoped Tony would never find out. She had lectured Lou that morning, and Lou had promised solemnly not to carry on her amours in front of the kid. Bea prayed the vow would be kept. "Well, you'll see," she hedged, "and I just hope it won't bother you too much. I'm happy to say that everybody else at the ranch is normal. The hired hands are pretty nice guys, and I think you'll like our foreman, Hank Digby. He's been with me ten years now. He's a good man." Except for the way he looks at me, she added silently. Poor Hank, he'd been letching for his lady boss for years now. She just hoped he wouldn't be too obvious about it when Tony was around. "Anyhow," she concluded, "I apologize in advance about my sisters. You'll just have to ignore their behavior."
Tony had been-listening intently, eager for any description of his new home. "You don't have to apologize," he said. "After all, you didn't ask me to come here. But if your sisters are such a hassle for you, why don't you ask them to leave?"
Bea laughed bitterly. "If only I could! But Lou's the one with the money. She staked me to the ranch in the first place, and I haven't saved enough to buy her out. So whatever Lou wants, Lou gets. And for the time being, she wants to live here and she wants Pam around. That's how it is."
They were passing through Bea's land now, past fat healthy sheep and herds of handsome horses. As always, Bea felt happy and proud as she surveyed her accomplishments. Then they were parking in front of the sprawling white ranch house. Tony cut the motor and handed her the keys to the pickup. "Hey," he said, grinning, "thanks for letting me drive, even if I'm not old enough. I really dig driving."
"We don't pay too much attention to that law around here," said Bea. "Kids learn to drive early-tractors, trucks, whatever they need. They're not like city kids, they do real work." She hoped he got the point. "Well," she sighed, "let's go meet the family."
It wasn't as bad as she'd anticipated. Her sisters were on their best behavior that evening. Pam didn't complain about the food, and she waited an entire hour before dragging Tony off to see her horrible paintings. Lou, of course, wasn't sober, but she managed to give the appearance of being so; and after dinner, when she went off to a rendezvous with her current stud, she did not say, as she usually did, "Well, guess I'll go get laid." Instead she excused herself politely and said she was going to bed, which was not entirely inaccurate.
And Hank Digby didn't moon over Bea, at least not in Tony's presence. He sat down and talked with the boy for a long time, and Bea sensed immediate friendship between them. Even better, Tony seemed to respect and admire Hank. That was good, he undoubtedly needed the steadying influence of a man, which she could not give him. Not for the first time, she was very glad that Hank was her foreman. He handled everything so well, she didn't know what she'd do without him. If only he didn't have this silly infatuation for her! Except for that, he was perfect.
At bedtime Bea walked Tony to his room, wondering if any maternal ritual was demanded at this point. She hoped not. She didn't intend to play mother to him. She would be a friend, and that was all. It was too late for anything else.
"Well, get some sleep," she said, smiling at him. "You'll need it. I intend to put you to work tomorrow. And we eat at seven. If you're late, you miss out on breakfast, that's the rule." She didn't add that Lou and Pam simply slept in till noon and made lunch their breakfast. Tony didn't need the influence of their bad habits.
"That's a pretty grim goodnight," he said. "Don't I at least get a kiss?"
Bea blushed deeply. She hadn't expected that. She'd thought he would consider kissing kid stuff.
Nevertheless, she offered her cheek, not wanting to be unkind. To her astonishment, Tony slipped his arms around her and kissed her on the mouth. It couldn't exactly be called a grownup kiss-it was too quick and hesitant-but it wasn't the kiss of a child, either. She found herself blushing again, and, to add to her annoyance, she felt sharp sexual excitement.
"Goodnight, Tony," she said quickly, moving out of his embrace.
"Goodnight-uh-" He hesitated, then shook his head and grinned. "I don't know what to call you. 'Mother' seems kind of strange, considering we just met."
"Then call me Bea," she replied. "That's how I'd prefer it."
"Okay. Goodnight, Bea."
She smiled and walked away calmly, but inside she was seething with a strange mixture of emotions. She resented his attempts to make her play the role of mother. She resented his intrusion into her already complicated life, and yet she felt powerful attraction toward him. The damned kid had made her horny! How was it possible? It had been fifteen years since any man had touched her, and although she had occasionally wanted sex, she had always been able to control herself. Why should this young boy excite her so much? She hadn't been this horny in years. Damnit, she hoped it wouldn't be a regular thing. All she needed now was to develop a letch for her own son.
Tony watched her walk away down the hall, watched the sinuous sway of her hips, the healthy stride of her long shapely legs. He grinned as he closed the door and began to undress. It was going to be very pleasant having a mother like that, and already, on his first night, he had established the precedent of kissing her goodnight. That had taken some nerve; he'd been afraid of angering her, but it had gone off okay. She wasn't the first woman he'd kissed, but somehow, for reasons he couldn't fathom, it was more exciting to kiss Bea than any of his junior high girl friends. Maybe it was because Bea was an adult, a real woman, with an adult female body. He was aching to see those beautiful big breasts of hers in something besides a cotton shirt. Say, a bikini.
Tony sighed lingeringly and stood in front of the full-length mirror to admire his naked body. He did this every night since he'd started to mature. He was proud of his manly body, proud of his steadily growing cock and balls. If only he had a girl to use them on! He chafed at being a virgin, ached to have a woman.
His young girl friends had been willing enough to kiss, to let him remove their bras and play with their tits, and a few times he'd even gotten a girl's panties off and touched the moist, silky, incredibly hot parts between her legs, but so far he'd never persuaded a girl to go all the way. Just thinking about it now, he glanced wistfully in the mirror and watched his half grown penis twitch, lengthen, and harden, till it was nuzzling his flat belly and pointing straight up at the ceiling.
Damn it all, nothing to do but jerk off again. It just wasn't fair! Sex seemed to plague him constantly, he was plenty old enough to fuck, but just because he was a teenager, just because he hadn't passed the magical age of twenty-one, it was considered wrong for him to do it. As far as he was concerned, the adults who made those rules were full of shit.
CHAPTER TWO
After leaving Tony, Bea went straight to her room, not wanting to meet or talk with anyone else that night. She needed to be alone, to think things out, especially to ponder Tony's strange and disturbing effect on her. She was alarmed at how easily the boy aroused her long-buried sexual feelings, especially when he embraced and kissed her. Really, she would have to do something about that. It was ludicrous, it was evil, to feel that way about a mere child, especially one's own son.
Absently, she began to undress as she thought about Tony, but as she stood in her bra and panties, somebody knocked at the door.
"Who is it?" she called wearily.
"It's Hank, Bea," came the familiar baritone voice. "If you've got a minute, there's a few things I'd like to talk about."
For once Bea cursed Hank's diligent attention to the ranch. He often discussed business with her in the evenings, but tonight she was tired and confused and wanted to be left alone. "Tomorrow, Hank," she called, "right now I'm-"
She didn't get to finish, because the bedroom door opened and Hank was gawking at her. Taking her permission for granted, he'd simply walked in without listening to her reply. For a moment, both of them were too stunned to say anything. Bea thought crazily, ten years as my foreman, and this is the first time he's seen me undressed. She suppressed an impulse to giggle as Hank stared at her body, his eyes almost popping from his head.
Hank Digby was struggling to control his thoughts. If he let them flow freely, if he gave way to his impressions of her gorgeous body, he knew he'd get an erection that would burst his pants. That he didn't need. She'd be angry enough, when she recovered from her surprise ... But, God, how long he'd wanted her, and how beautiful she was, even nicer than he'd imagined in all his horny daydreams! He was almost forty now, had been twenty-eight when he first came to work for Bea Edwards, and in all that time he'd never thought seriously about another woman.
Oh, he hadn't denied himself, he was only human. On weekends he usually picked up a woman in town to satisfy the nagging lust he couldn't take care of with Bea. But it was Bea he really wanted, it was her he thought about when he balled other women. If only she weren't so goddamned unapproachable! During his first year as foreman, he'd made a couple of passes at her, and her response had been cold and hostile.
She'd let him know in no uncertain terms that she wasn't interested in him or any other man. He knew, without understanding just why, that she wasn't frigid, wasn't a dyke, and so he could only conclude that she'd been badly burned by some guy and was turned off men because of that experience. Somehow he found this explanation hardest of all to take. It was so damned frustrating. If she'd just give him a chance, he'd quickly prove that not all men were bad. But she wouldn't give him the time of day, unless it concerned ranch business.
Now he stood gawking at her as she stood in her skimpy bra and panties, ogling the body he'd wanted to possess for so many years. As hard as he tried to control himself, it was no go. Hank gave a low growl of lust, closed the door behind him, and started toward her. By God, he'd have her now, if it was the last thing he ever did!
"Hank! No!" He didn't have to voice his intentions, she could read them in his eyes. She paled and began to back away from him, but he came steadily on. She backed into the bed, stumbled, and fell onto it, and Hank seized his chance, springing forward and pinning her with his body. He felt her big beautiful tits tight and swollen against his chest, and with a moan he seized the flimsy bra and ripped it off, exposing the white creamy flesh and strawberry nipples. He plunged his face downward, darting out his tongue, and licking her nipples swiftly into stiff erection.
"Hank! Oh, no, please!" She pushed at his broad shoulders, whimpered, writhed, but she knew it was useless. He was too strong, too determined. She was going to get laid, that's all there was to it. The knowledge made her flush hotly, and she realized how much she enjoyed his hungry licking and tonguing of her sensitive nipples. Yet at the same time she was terrified. She didn't want a man, didn't want to lie there impaled on his stiff prick, to surrender herself to passion.
She had been hurt too much before, when she'd given herself like that to Greg, then to Hal. She couldn't bear to go through that again. She could not let another man command her body, her life. "Please," she cried, "don't! Let me go!"
"Oh, no, baby," whispered Hank, his voice raspy with desire. "Not now, not this time! I've waited too long. Ten years, Bea! Ten years of Wanting you so bad I could hardly stand it. I'm not gonna wait any longer!"
He seized the waistband of her panties and ripped them off in one brutal movement. Another few seconds of fumbling, and she felt the hot naked length of his cock against her belly, incredibly long and thick and hard. Her cunt contracted sharply with lust, but still she pushed at his shoulders, tried to force him off her body.
"Please, Hank!" she sobbed. "Don't fuck me! I don't want to!"
He slid one big callused hand between her legs and felt the steaming moisture of her pussy. "Aw, come on, baby!" he snorted. "Don't try to kid me! You're plenty wet and hot down there, you want me all right!"
She wept in humiliation, because she couldn't deny what he said. She wanted him, and she didn't. She needed to be fucked in the worst way, yet she didn't want to give herself to a man, not ever again. But the choice wasn't hers. Hank wedged his hard legs between her thighs, forced them apart, and then she felt the enormous thickness of his erect prick sliding inexorably into her starved, creaming vagina.
"Oh, God!" she wailed, letting her hands drop from his shoulders, going limp and receptive beneath him. "Ohhhhhh!"
"Say yes!" he panted, beginning to hump her fast, hard, mercilessly, just the way she wanted it. "Say you like it! Don't hold out on me now, Bea! Give me that much!"
"Ohhhhhhh!" Again she clutched his shoulders, not to push him away this time, but to cling to him, to pull herself tighter against him. She spread her legs wide, letting him in as far as he wanted to go. She loved the brutal pounding of his big cock, wanted it even deeper inside her. She realized how she had been fooling herself all these years, thinking she could live without sex. Oh, God, how she'd needed this, longed for it! His stiff-haired balls slapped her ass loudly, and she could hear the lewd squishing of her own abundant cunt juices as his huge fat prick stuffed and reamed her. All of it excited her to mindless frenzy, frantic rutting, and she found herself moving her hips in time to his thumping rhythm, feeding her cunt to him joyously, as if he could never fuck her enough.
"Say it!" he demanded hoarsely. "Come on, damn it, I feel your pussy creaming all around me, I know you like it! Say it, Bea! You can't hold out on me now, not if you're human!"
He slipped his hands under her buttocks, pulled her even harder against him, and his butting cock began to bang her womb. It was too much for Bea. "Like it?" she wailed, digging her nails into his shoulders. "Oh, God, Hank, I love it! Do it, do it, darling, fuck me as hard as you want! Yes, yes, you're making me cum, oh, Hank! Ooohhhh! OOHHHHHHHHH!"
Hank looked down at her beautiful flushed face, twisted now in a wild grimace of orgasm, and with a howl of triumph, he shot his load deep into her, jet after jet of steaming cum, the ecstatic product of ten years' lust. She was his at last, and he had no intention of ever letting her go.
But unknown to him, Bea had different ideas.
The next morning Bea took Tony for a ride around the ranch before putting him to work. She would have enjoyed his reactions more-for he was obviously thrilled to be on the ranch-if her mind hadn't been preoccupied with thoughts of Hank. But while Tony admired the stark but beautiful scenery and the herds of animals, Bea was lost in her speculations. Why, after fifteen years of abstinence, had she suddenly given in to Hank, surrendered herself with wild abandon? The more she thought about it, the more she came to one unavoidable conclusion, that her extraordinary behavior was somehow connected with Tony's arrival.
She knew that she had been powerfully attracted by Tony's youthful good looks the minute she met him, and that attraction had mushroomed when he held her and kissed her goodnight. But he was her son, and naturally there was nothing she could do to satisfy her craving to touch and fondle him. That craving, she concluded, had been transferred to Hank, who had happened by at the crucial moment. But this logical explanation did nothing to assuage her guilt, and it would not help her when she had to face Hank the next time. What could she tell him, that she had the hots for her own son? Yet somehow she must get back to her old, comfortable pattern, her life without men. Hank must never be led to believe that he owned her body, that she was nothing more than his mistress. She'd been through that experience once, with Greg, and once was more than enough.
"This is really great, Bea," Tony was saying, as they rode to the peak of a hill affording a view of the whole ranch. "I'm going to like it here."
"Better than Chicago?" she asked and smiled.
"Hell, yes!" Tony said fervently. "The air's so clean, it's so quiet and peaceful. I never want to go back to the big city."
"Well, I'm glad you feel that way," Bea said, "because now I'm going to put you to work. You've got a whole long summer ahead of you before school starts, and I intend to make the most of it."
He grinned good-naturedly, and they rode off to find Hank, who, as foreman, would assign Tony his tasks. Bea dreaded the encounter. She'd missed Hank at breakfast, having purposely delayed coming downstairs until he was finished, but she could no longer avoid seeing him. She steeled herself to meet the knowing, leering look in his eyes-for he was a man, how else would he look at her, now that he had had her in bed? But if he thought he could make it a regular practice, he was very wrong.
They found Hank supervising a group of hands who were repairing the fence. He whirled around at their approach and respectfully removed his hat when he saw Bea. It wasn't at all like she'd expected. Instead of leering at her, he flashed her a kind of meek, adoring look, and instead of meeting his glance coldly and sternly, she found herself blushing.
"Morning, ma'am," said Hank, his voice breaking a little. "Mornin', Tony."
"Hi, Hank," said Tony cheerfully.
"Good morning, Hank," said Bea, as calmly as she could. She was remembering now how it had felt lying beneath his rugged body, feeling the great length and thickness of his erect cock deep in her belly. She shivered a little with remembered pleasure, then fought to maintain a businesslike manner. "I want you to put this boy to work, Hank. He's to be treated just like the other men."
"Yeah," cracked Tony, "she wouldn't even let me bring my teddy bear along."
Hank grinned and nodded. "Okay, young fella, you can start right now. Ever work with barbed wire?"
"Nope," said Tony, "but I'm ready to learn."
Bea nodded at Hank and rode off, trembling all over. Just this short encounter had reawakened all her passions of last night. God, she hoped she wasn't in for a long spell of horniness! She just didn't need it. What with this huge ranch, two crazy sisters, and a son to look after, she had enough to think about. She had no doubt, of course, that if she wanted him, Hank would be more than willing to satisfy any desires that plagued her, but she did not want to get involved with a man, not now, not ever. She was through with all that. As she approached the ranch house, she resolved to keep her mind strictly on business, in spite of Hank, Tony, or anyone else. As soon as she entered the house, however, she had to break her vow.
CHAPTER THREE
Bea was on her way down the main floor hall, to her office and account books, when she passed the open door of the living room and did a double take. Oh, shit, no! she thought. Lou had hardly been able to wait for Tony to leave, before moving her escapades back into the house. It was only ten o'clock in the morning, and Bea's older sister was already hard at her favorite pastime, getting laid by one of the ranch hands. Without quite understanding why, Bea approached quietly and watched unseen. She could have broken it up just by speaking, but something kept her silent.
The man was Jimmy, one of the newer hands, a stocky young stud in his mid-twenties. His dark complexion and blue-black hair made Bea suspect that he had some Indian blood; many of the men in this region did. Right now he was contriving to kiss Lou, probing deep with his tongue, and at the same time to fumble with the zipper of her dress. His clumsy efforts weren't fast enough for Lou, however, and she broke away from him, laughed gaily, and began to undress herself.
Jimmy stared hungrily at her for a moment, and then, assured that she wanted him, he sat down on the sofa and began to remove his heavy, mud-encrusted work shoes. Lou smiled serenely and let her dress flutter to the floor.
At forty Lou was fairly well preserved, considering how she'd punished her body for years .with alcohol, cigarettes, and drugs. Like Bea, she was a little taller than average for a woman, but unlike Bea she had a slim, coltish figure, with long slender legs, flat ass, and small round breasts. Her face was thin but attractive, and her hair had been tinted so many times, everyone had forgotten its original color-right now it was honey blonde. Lou moved very gracefully when she wasn't shit-faced drunk, and right now she managed a kind of sensuous dance as she removed her clothing slowly, tantalizingly, piece by piece.
Jimmy had wasted no time. He was naked before she had finished and was standing before her, breathing loudly and impatiently, his dark eyes riveted to her small but pretty breasts and the tiny dark fluff of her mons. His short thick penis wagged stiff and heavy from a forest of black wiry pubic hair, and his balls were swollen up tight and red and angry. He licked his lips as he watched Lou slowly remove her red high-heeled shoes, her last article of clothing.
"Come on, for chrissake, hurry it up!" he grunted. "I'm gonna cum just watching you!"
Lou giggled and kicked a shoe aside. "Why, darling," she purred, "that wouldn't be any fun! Wouldn't you rather cum with your pretty prickie in my nice hot pussy?"
Jimmy growled loudly and made a grab for her, but Lou shrieked delightedly and evaded him. He began to chase her around the room, but although he was far more powerful than she was, he couldn't follow her lithe movements. Bea, watching from the shadow of the doorway, prayed they wouldn't break any furniture. Perhaps she ought to step in and at least demand that they carry on their games in Lou's bedroom, but still something kept her quiet. Why did she feel compelled to watch this sordid scene to its conclusion? She didn't know, but she caught herself licking her lips and gripping the doorknob tightly. Peeping Tom! she chided herself. I hope you 're getting your kicks!
Jimmy tripped over a footstool, went sprawling on the carpet, and cursed loudly. Lou, giggling, came a little closer in order to taunt him, and he suddenly snaked out a hand and caught her by the ankle. She shrieked and tried to pull away, but Jimmy was much too strong for her. With a grunt, he tugged sharply at her ankle and Lou landed on the carpet with a shriek and a loud plop.
"Ouch!" she pouted, rubbing her small ass. "That hurt!"
"It ain't nothin' compared to what I'm gonna do now!" said Jimmy, scrambling over to her and forcing her down on her back. His ready cock loomed fat and red from his lower belly, and a droplet of cream oozed from the tip and splashed on her tan thigh. "Spread your legs, woman!" he panted. "I can't wait any longer!"
"But, darling!" cooed Lou, pushing him away. "We haven't had any fun yet! All you men are alike, you just want to stick it in and cum in a second. But there's a lot more to it than that. I could show you a few things."
"Like what?" growled Jimmy impatiently. "It better be good!"
"Oh, it is," smirked Lou, "you'll see. Here, lie down."
With an impatient sigh, the husky young man lay down on his back, and Lou knelt beside him and took his erect swollen prick in her slim hands. "Oooooo!" she exclaimed. "It's a nice one!"
"Glad you think so," muttered Jimmy, "but if you don't watch out, it's gonna squirt right in your face." He wriggled and trembled, obviously dying to dispense with the foreplay and get on to the main action.
Lou laughed and ran her finger around the sensitive, oozing glans. Jimmy moaned and shivered. Then she dipped her head, and his thick cock disappeared inside her wide-stretched mouth. Bea could hear loud sucking and slurping sounds as her sister's head bobbed up and down.
"Aw, shit, YEAH!" wailed Jimmy, closing his eyes and grimacing with sharp pleasure. "Suck it, honey, suck it good!"
Lou complied, sucking his cock louder and faster, and Jimmy dug his fingers into the carpet, his hairy chest heaving with excitement. Bea, spying from the doorway, clutched the knob even harder as her eyes nearly popped from her head. She'd caught Lou dallying with the men before, but she'd never witnessed a blow-job. Somehow it excited her sharply, and she felt her cunt spurt its hot juices, soaking the crotch of her panties. She wondered why she should become so aroused by a practice which did not attract her at all. She had never sucked Greg's cock, and even during her passionate affair with Hal she had engaged in the practice only once, at his request, and had felt slightly nauseated afterward. Yet watching Lou do it to Jimmy, she felt a wild desire to do it herself-to whom? She didn't know, didn't care. She only wanted to watch an expert in action, and certainly Lou was a cock-sucking expert.
Jimmy was arching his back now, seconds away from cumming, his moans and gasps almost as loud as Lou's frantic sucking. Just before the point of climax, however, she spat out his angry red cock and grinned at him teasingly.
For a second, Bea thought he was going to strangle her. "Goddamn it, woman!" he howled. "I was just gonna shoot! What kinda game you playing, anyway?"
"Now, darling," purred Lou, "trust me. You'll be glad you did. Here-" she squeezed the tip of his prick firmly but not painfully "-that'll hold you off for a while, long enough for us to have some more fun. Now let's fuck."
"It's about time!" snorted Jimmy, seeking to roll her over on her back.
But Lou held him off. "No, not that way! It's so boring, always doing it that way. Let's do it doggie style." She leered at him, then got on her hands and knees, presenting him with her slim white ass, wriggling it provocatively. "It's all yours," she cooed.
With a snarl of lust, Jimmy hurried to kneel behind her, stuffing his aching prick into the creamy dark mouth of her cunt. With one brutal jerk of his hips, his cock was buried deep inside her, and then, seizing her hips to steady himself, he began to ball her with brutal force and speed, squeezing out her abundant vaginal cream which splattered on his belly. To Bea he seemed like a young stallion, mindless of everything but the feverish joy of rutting. She felt her own cunt contract and cream with need, and she envied her sister the great fuck she was getting. There was no doubt that Lou was enjoying it tremendously.
"Ohhhhhhhh! Yes, YES!" wailed Lou, so loudly and uninhibitedly that Bea was thankful no one else was in the house to hear her. "God, yes! Ram me, you motherfucker, hard, hard! Get it in there! Oh, shit, yes!" Her eyes rolled, her tongue protruded, and she worked her slim hips frantically to match his movements. Never before had Bea witnessed such unrestrained lust. It was embarrassing, obscene, filthy-and yet she found herself unwilling even to blink, lest she miss a second of it. God, it was making her horny! Better go away, stop watching, but she couldn't. She was rooted to the spot.
"Teasing little bitch!" gasped Jimmy, humping Lou harder than ever. "This is one fuck you won't forget in a hurry!"
"Oh, darling, I know, I KNOW!" sighed Lou, digging her long red nails into the carpet. Her slim body was mottled with the flush of a female in heat, and her small tits bounced and jiggled with the force of his thrusts. Then she was shrieking shrilly and shaking all over as she climaxed.
Jimmy was not far behind. With a thunderous howl and a convulsive shudder, he began to shoot his cum into her, till it overflowed her small cunt and dribbled down her thighs. Then they collapsed, Jimmy falling onto her back and almost hiding her beneath his wide muscular body.
"That good enough for you?" he asked and laughed, squeezing her tits in his big rough hands.
"Ummmmmmm!" sighed Lou, wriggling her ass to show her satisfaction. "Wonderful! You're the best lay I've had in months!"
"Thanks a lot," replied Jimmy sarcastically, "but I bet you won't even remember my name tomorrow!"
"Why, darling, how unkind!" said Lou. "What makes you say that?"
"Shit," said Jimmy, "I know the score. I heard all about you when I first came to work here."
"Really?" said Lou, wriggling out from under him and sitting on the carpet. "Tell me all about it. What did you hear?" Lou liked gossip almost as much as she liked to fuck, even if the gossip was about her.
Jimmy rolled onto his side and grinned at her. "You really want to know? It ain't too flattering."
Lou reached out and absently toyed with his limp wet cock. "Oh, yes, tell me!"
"Okay, you asked for it," Jimmy grinned. "When I first got here and saw you ladies-you and your sisters-I asked the other men what the chances were of getting some pussy. The word was, you'd bed down with anybody. Wasn't a man there who hadn't fucked you at least a dozen times-well, except Hank Digby. I guess he takes his business somewhere else."
"That's right," said Lou, not at all embarrassed. "I think I've had everybody except Hank. That damned puritan, he doesn't believe in mixing business with pleasure. He has some women in town, I guess. But go on, what did they say about my sisters?"
In her hiding place, Bea reddened, not at all sure she wanted to hear this part. But before she could move away, Jimmy went on, "No action there, according to the boys. They say your younger sister, Pam, is saving it for some rich husband. And they say the boss lady don't fuck at all."
"Perfectly accurate," replied Lou. 'That's very interesting. Pam doesn't consider the hired help good enough to grace her aristocratic cunt, she's waiting for some millionaire to come along and take her away from all this. And Bea, poor Bea! She had a rotten experience with her husband, and she's sworn off sex entirely." Lou gave a loud, wondering sigh. "I don't know how she can stand it! I'd go crazy if I didn't get laid at least once a day."
Jimmy chuckled. "I bet you would!"
Bea had heard enough, more than enough. With her cheeks flaming, she stepped into the room, and Lou and Jimmy stared at her. "I beg your pardon," she snapped, "but I was under the impression you worked here, Jimmy! So why aren't you working?"
"Darling," said Lou, "he's been working, very hard! See, he's all sweaty."
"Shut up," Bea snapped at her. "I'll talk to you later! Well, Jimmy?"
The young man was already on his feet, gathering up his clothes and blushing. "Oh, golly, Miss Bea!" he stammered. "I'm awful sorry! It won't happen again!"
Bea snorted in bitter amusement. "Of course. But if it does, please confine it to your free time. I'm not paying you for this kind of thing." She turned her back while the flustered Jimmy stumbled into his clothes and fled the room. Then, dark eyes blazing, she faced Lou.
"You promised!" she cried. "Only yesterday you promised me you'd behave, that you'd do this kind of thing in private! My God, Lou, what if Tony had walked in and seen you? Haven't you any sense of responsibility?"
Lou shrugged and reached lazily for her panties. "Sorry. I just got carried away. I didn't realize you'd be so upset, Bea. But if it's such a big fucking deal, I promise you faithfully, I'll only do it in my room from now on."
"You'd damned well better!" shouted Bea. "I put up with a lot from you, but this is too much! Now that Tony's here, I just won't have it! Do you understand? I won't have you being a bad influence on that boy!"
Lou was moved to anger at last. With a haughty toss of her head, she replied cruelly, "Oh, can it! Don't give me that shit, Bea! It's not really Tony you're concerned about, it's yourself! You're jealous of me, you can't stand to see me with all these men, when you aren't getting any!"
"That's a vicious he!" hissed Bea, even as she sensed some truth in her sister's statement.
Lou laughed coldly. "Oh, sure. You expect me to believe you can go fifteen years without wanting a man? Well, I don't buy it, darling, not for a second. I'm your sister, remember, we have the same blood and the same instincts. You're horny, Bea, that's why you're such a goddamned grouch!"
She watched Bea blush a deep red, then added more gently, "Honey, stop torturing yourself, there's no sense to it. Enjoy life while you can. I've seen the way Hank looks at you. Why don't you let him take care of you, Bea? You'd be a lot happier if he were giving you a good fuck every night."
Bursting into tears of shame and rage, Bea ran from the room. Damn it all, Lou was right! She was horny, she needed a man! But she could never stoop to her sister's level, offering her body to any casual lover. No, she could not become any man's whore. If her desire became too strong, she'd masturbate before she let a man possess her.
Seeking to cool off her passion and anger, Bea saddled her horse and rode out to inspect the work on the fence. When she got there, she found it repaired and the men scattered for their mid-morning break. She wondered how Tony had gotten along that morning and rode off to find him. A few minutes later, coming up over a small rise, she spotted him taking a swim in a small lake. He was alone and did not see her approaching.
Bea dismounted and let her horse graze, while she sat down and watched her son splashing in the water, no doubt blissfully cooling the sweat he had worked up in his first morning's labor. God, she thought, what a beautiful body he has! Naked and unselfconscious, the boy waded aimlessly, kicking up bright waves of water, his young muscles rippling, his half-grown cock wagging white and limp from his taut lower belly. He had almost no pubic hair, Bea noticed, and his young testicles were clean and pink and perfect. Saliva pooled hotly in her mouth, and for a moment she didn't understand why. Then she recalled the scene she had just witnessed-Lou hungrily sucking Jimmy's cock as if she loved the flavor and texture. She blushed deeply, recognizing the impulse to do the same thing with Tony's handsome little prick. Instantly she dismissed the wicked idea from her mind. Really, she thought, J ought to be ashamed!
She stood up and came closer to the water, and just then Tony looked up and saw her. Far from being embarrassed, he broke into a happy smile of welcome, wading toward her and waving.
"Hey, Bea!" he called. 'The water's great! Come on and join me!"
Bea struggled not to lose her composure. What in the world was he thinking of? Skinny dipping did not impress her as a fit activity for mother and son. "Thanks, Tony," she called back, "but I'm afraid I don't have a bathing suit."
"So who needs one?" he said and laughed. "I sure don't, they just get in the way. Come on, Bea, please?"
Bea was flabbergasted. Obviously the boy saw nothing wrong with his proposal of nude bathing. He certainly belonged to another generation, and no doubt he would regard her as old-fashioned and ridiculously inhibited if she refused. On one level she agreed with him. Far too much fuss was made about nudity in her younger days, and she was glad to discover that Tony was not ashamed of his body. But could she bring herself to practice what she preached? Really, she ought to. She was his mother, after all, and she ought to be a companion to him. More important, she should not pass on her own silly inhibitions to him, she wanted him to be open and free. Very well, then, her duty was clear. Blushing, but determined to do the right thing, she began pulling off her boots.
"All right, Tony!" she called. "I'll be with you in a moment!"
"Great!" replied Tony.
He was glad for more reasons than one. In only two days he had come to admire his cool, competent mother enormously, and he wanted her to like him and spend a lot of time with him. But above and beyond this, he was dying for a better look at her voluptuous body, and now he would have the chance he longed for! In spite of all his experience at petting and necking in parked cars, he'd never seen a girl naked before, and there was a million facts of female anatomy he wanted to know about. Curiosity burned in him, and something more. He was dying to touch Bea, too, not just to look at her. He felt an excited tingling in his balls as she undressed and walked toward the water.
Jesus Christ, what a body! He couldn't help staring. All of her was voluptuous and beautiful, white and creamy, but he found himself particularly fascinated with her dark little bush of pussy fur and her huge white tits that swayed like heavy melons, the nipples rosy red and stiffening in the cool breeze. He wanted to touch those beautiful big boobs more than anything in his whole life.
"Ooooo!" cried Bea as she stepped into the water. "You didn't tell me it was so cold!"
Tony found his voice, although it came out a little squeakily. "Aw, it's not really cold, once you get used to it. Just dive in, that's the best way."
"All right," she replied, her teeth chattering, "but there'll be hell to-pay if you're wrong."
He grinned and watched her plunge into deeper water. She was a sleek, fast swimmer, another achievement for him to admire. It seemed as if this remarkable woman, his new-found mother, could do everything well. Briefly he felt a rush of anger toward his father for keeping them apart all these years, but it quickly passed from his mind.
Basically a placid, pleasure-loving personality, Tony was only interested in fun right now, and the most fun he could imagine would be getting closer to this beautiful naked woman, touching her if he could.
Bea swam back toward shore, stood, and marched swiftly toward Tony. "It's freezing, you little fart!" she said and laughed. "You tricked me!"
Tony yelped and tried to escape her, but she succeeded in smacking him sharply on the ass with the flat of her hand. It brought secret pleasure to both of them. Tony found a strange wild excitement in her spanking, but no pain. Bea discovered how smooth and taut his slim buttocks were, and she longed to touch him again. Then Tony got an idea and sped for deeper water. As he'd hoped, Bea pursued him. When they were swimming in the center of the lake, he suddenly turned on her and ducked her. She gasped and came up sputtering.
"That does it!" she cried. "Now you're really in trouble."
She seized him from behind and took him down under the water with her. Tony was prepared, and he sank quite happily, feeling her big firm breasts against his back and the tickle of her soft pussy fur against his ass. Again he felt the strange exciting tickling sensation in his balls, and he felt he could hold his breath forever, so long as she was holding him. She accidentally brushed her hand against his limp floating penis, and his excitement became stronger than ever.
For her part, Bea had never felt such powerful sexual arousal in her life. His young body was even nicer to hold than it was to look at, and that was saying a lot. He was firm, healthy, clean, and smooth, a delight to caress. Her pussy squirted hot juices as she held him against her and accidentally touched his flabby little cock. God, she would have to stop this! She was getting unbearably aroused. Letting Tony go, she kicked her legs and shot to the surface, gasping for breath.
Tony surfaced too, and grinned mischievously at her. "I'm gonna pay you back for that!" he cried, lunging toward her, but Bea was the better swimmer, and she laughed and shot toward shallow water, easily escaping him. When they were wading, however, he was the faster one, and he managed to catch up with her, throw his arms around her, and embrace her wildly bouncing big tits. His limp cock snuggled against the crease of her big soft buttocks. They both stood quite still, stunned by the pleasure of having their naked bodies touch so tightly. Bea moaned softly as she felt his small warm cock against her ass, and a steaming trickle of cunt juice ran down her inner thighs.
Scarcely breathing, but quivering with excitement, Tony slowly moved his hands, exploring her huge creamy breasts. They were softer and yet firmer than he had dreamed, a delicious hot handful of swollen, silky flesh. He found her nipples and gently tweaked them, felt them stiffen and grow under his touch, heard Bea's small sigh of pleasure. More boldly, since it was obvious that she was enjoying it, he cupped her big tits and gently kneaded and molded them in his eager hands. She sighed again and seemed to relax against him.
Bea felt half faint with pleasure. Never had a man's touch excited her so dizzily. While Tony went on playing with her breasts, she obeyed an irresistible impulse, reaching behind her, fumbling around, and finding his immature cock. She grasped it firmly and began to fondle it, and Tony gasped, then gave a lingering sigh of pleasure. All she could think of then was that he liked it and that she wanted to do something nice for him. She rubbed her thumb gently but firmly on the tip of his prick, and the boy shuddered happily. She liked touching him that way. His little tool was wonderfully silky and hot, a delight to play with. He was not circumcised, and she mischievously worked back the wrinkled foreskin till she uncovered the slick wet glans. She rubbed it, and Tony moaned.
"Bea," he gasped, "let's go lie on the grass. I-I feel a little tired, and I want to dry off."
His lie served both of them. If he had made a direct plea for more sex play, Bea would have refused him, for she was already feeling guilty and ashamed for playing with his cock. But his request to dry off gave her the excuse she desperately wanted, and the chance to go on touching him under seemingly innocent circumstances.
"All right, Tony," she said and sighed. "I've certainly had enough swimming for today."
They strolled out of the water and sat down in the deep fragrant grass. Tony glanced at her, then lowered his eyes, not daring to ask her to touch him again. Instead, he sank down on his back, reaching out, and placed his trembling hand directly on her wet springy patch of mons fur. He thrilled at the sensation and could feel the hot pulsing of the plump flesh beneath the curls. If only she wouldn't get angry!
Bea knew it was decision time. There was no misinterpreting Tony's gesture-when a man put his hand right on her snatch, he could want only one thing. She noticed, too, that his young cock was stiffening rapidly, his balls swelling up and growing tight and rosy. She felt thoroughly ashamed of herself. She had made him horny, and she well knew, from her experience with Greg, the urgency of male desire. If a man got a hard-on and wasn't relieved, he could actually experience physical pain. And she had done this to an innocent boy! Or was he innocent? Suddenly she had to know. How much of this shocking situation was her fault, how much of it was his?
"Tony," she stammered, "tell me the truth, are you a virgin?"
"Yes," he sighed, "but I sure wish I wasn't!" Timidly but with determination, he wriggled a finger between the furry lips of her mons and touched the fat wet bump of her clit, knowing that girls liked to be rubbed there. She started, flushed, but seemed reluctant to move away. He became bolder. "Bea, please, would you-?"
She gasped and jerked her hips away from-him. 'Tony, no! You must never even think of that! It's wrong, very wrong, for a mother and son to do this kind of thing! I'm sorry I even started it, I don't know what possessed me. But we have to stop right now."
Although he had known her for only two days, Tony had already learned how stubborn and determined she was. If she said no, then the answer was no, and he couldn't change it. Closing his eyes to hold back tears of disappointment and frustration, he sighed, "All right, Bea."
Instantly Bea recognized his anguish, knew how hard it was for him to endure his powerful need. And it was all her fault that he was in this condition. His obedience and patience ought to be rewarded, but how? She found the answer in her own burning need to go on touching him. She would never, not in a million years, actually commit incest, but she knew how to satisfy him without going that far. Again she recalled the wild scene she'd witnessed that morning, of Lou loudly sucking Jimmy's cock. Hot saliva rushed to her mouth, and with an abandoned moan she bent over Tony, seized his stiff little prick, and quickly sucked it all the way into her juicy hot mouth.
"Oh, Jesus!" yelped Tony. Never had he felt such exquisite pleasure. His balls stiffened and filled almost to bursting, and he dug his nails into the grass and arched his back, feeding her his aching cock in short furious jabs, delighted with the tight, hot, wet sucking she was giving his dick. He'd never heard of this practice before, but he hoped she'd never stop.
Bea was just as excited and dizzy as Tony. She found that she loved the pressure of his stiff little prick in her mouth, loved its smoothness and light salty flavor. She sucked it hungrily, at the same time cupping and squeezing his plump hot balls. His undersized cock fitted her mouth perfectly, going in all the way to the root, and his flapping little balls slapped her chin. Come on, baby, she thought wildly, shoot! I want to make you cum! She realized she'd get a hot mouthful of his seed, a prospect that would have disgusted her with any other man, but she actually salivated as she thought of it. The harder and faster she sucked his cock, the louder Tony moaned and the more swiftly he pumped in her mouth. This excited her wildly, and she felt the hot juices spurting from her cunt and running down her thighs.
"Uh, uh, UH!" Tony grunted, straining for release. "Oh, Bea! Ah, Jesus, UHHHHHHH!"
It came then, the steaming burst of seed at the back of her throat, and it was even more delicious than she'd dreamed. As the boy whined and pumped his hips and shot again and again, she gurgled insanely and lapped and tasted and swallowed, greedy for all she could eat. At last he sighed and fell back exhausted, his limp shiny little cock slipping from her lips, and Bea collapsed beside him, moaning, "Darling, darling!"
Tony felt ready to burst with happiness and affection for the wonderful thing she'd done to him, and he wondered how he could reward her. Then he remembered that fat little nub of flesh between her legs, the clit, where his young girl friends always wanted to be touched. But Bea had used her mouth on him, and he wanted to return the favor.
He opened his eyes and saw her lying beside him, flushed with unsatisfied lust, and without hesitation he scrambled between her long shapely legs and jammed his mouth down on her soft mat of fur. Wriggling his tongue inside, he quickly located her silky moist clitoris and licked it furiously, stiffly, hoping he could give her even half as much pleasure as she'd given him.
He was instantly successful. With a yelp of delight, Bea threw her legs wide apart and tangled her fingers in Tony's hair, encouraging him. "Oh, darling, yes!" she wailed. "That's so good, I love it! Just a little more, yes, yes, Aaaaahhhhhh!"
Tony quivered with pride as he felt her body shaking in the powerful climax he had given her. But as soon as she had caught her breath again, she seemed to change radically, and blushing and avoiding his eyes, she scrambled to her feet and got dressed. Tony hurried to dress, also, wanting to go wherever she was going. But he was afraid that he'd made her angry.
"Bea?" he said timidly. "Is something wrong?"
She stared at him, amazed at his innocence. Apparently the boy had never heard the terms
"incest" or "fellatio" before, or, if he had, did not see their evil significance.
"Please, Tony," she said quickly, turning away from him, "try to understand. What we did was very wrong, and I should never have allowed it. It won't happen again, and I don't want to talk about it. I'll see you later."
She found her horse and rode off, vowing never again to give way to her lusts. Sex had gotten her nothing but trouble all her life, and just now she had almost committed the most despicable sexual act of all, intercourse with her own child. Yes, definitely, from now on, she must endure her frustration and curb every impulse to satisfy her desire.
Tony watched her ride away, wondering how he could persuade her to change her mind. If it was possible, he would do it. He had to have her again. He was determined to lose his virginity as soon as he could, and he wanted it to be with his mother, the most beautiful and exciting female he'd ever known.
CHAPTER FOUR
At dinner that evening, Bea hardly knew where to look, for at one end of the table sat Hank, her lover of the previous night, and at the other end sat Tony, whose cock she'd sucked that afternoon. For the first time in her life Bea felt depraved and unclean. She might have felt even worse, were she not in a state of shock over her behavior of the past twenty-four hours. What she wondered desperately, has led to this explosion of eroticism? She prayed it was just a passing fit and that soon her mind and body would be back to normal.
Soon, however, her attention was distracted by her sisters. Both Pam and Lou had contrived to sit near Tony, and halfway through dinner they began to flirt with him rather openly, much to Bea's disgust. Of course, they couldn't mean it seriously, both of them being old enough to be his mother, but their teasing was annoying enough. Bea was especially surprised at Pam, who had never before paid attention to any male on the ranch. Of course, Bea thought dryly, Tony's different, he has equal social status with Pam, unlike the lowly ranch hands.
"Tony, dear," cooed Pam, "I hope you won't mind me saying so, but you're remarkably good looking. I'd love to have you pose for me."
Tony obviously did mind. He blushed deeply and concentrated on his dinner. But Pam didn't give up. All through the meal she pestered him with inane chatter and silly questions. The boy took it politely but was clearly embarrassed by the behavior of his younger aunt.
At thirty-two Pam was remarkably fresh and pretty, and she might have passed for a much younger woman. Her bright red hair was done in short curls all over her head, and her creamy complexion required no make-up. In build she was halfway between her two sisters, not as slatty and boyish as Lou, but not as buxom and full-breasted as Bea: she simply had an attractive, average figure. Although most of the time she was haughty or petulant, Pam could be charming and flirtatious when she wanted to, and she obviously wanted to with Tony.
"Please," she insisted, "do your auntie a favor and pose for me tonight in my studio. I haven't had a live model in so long, and you'd be perfect."
Tony gave Bea a long-suffering look, in search of moral support, but Bea only offered a noncommittal smile. She was not going to get into this hassle, Tony would have to learn to deal with his eccentric aunts in his own way.
"Well, just this once," he told Pam very reluctantly.
She patted his hand. "Marvelous! I know it'll be boring for you, but just one session will be enough for me to get a good likeness. I do appreciate it, Tony, dear."
Tony looked with some relief at the apple pie which the cook was bringing in from the kitchen. But no sooner had Pam finished with him, than Lou started in, casting him an outrageously seductive glance and speaking in the affected cooing tone she always used on men.
"Well, darling," she began, "I suppose you're bored shitless here, after living in the big city?"
"Oh, no," said Tony innocently. "I like it."
"Like it?" Lou gasped. "My God, Bea, are you sure he's playing with a full deck? Darling, how can you like this God-forsaken wilderness? There's nothing here, NOTHING. Well, a few coyotes and an ample supply of sagebrush, but that's about it.
Don't you miss drive-ins and movies and all the other things you had in Chicago?"
If it's so damned dull here, Bea thought, why the hell don't you leave? But if Tony shared her thoughts, he didn't show it. With a polite smile, he replied to Lou, "Oh, not really. Not so far. It's an interesting change, and I like working outdoors."
Lou raised her eyebrows and sighed, "That proves it, the child is utterly bonkers. A normal boy liking work? I can't believe it."
"You wouldn't think so if you'd seen him this morning, ma'am," broke in Hank Digby jovially. "He did his share of the fencing and never complained. I don't see nothin' crazy about that."
Lou answered him with a rather frosty smile. She didn't want her flirtation with Tony interrupted, and she had a grudge against Hank Digby because he was the only man on the ranch who'd refused to go to bed with her. She turned back to Tony and continued to chatter at him while he finished his pie. Bea, silently observing the whole thing, was proud of Tony's calmness and good manners but thoroughly annoyed with hm sister's ludicrous behavior. In fact by the end of dinner she was seething with anger at both Lou and Pam. If they'd just get off their asses and do a little work around this place, she thought angrily, they wouldn't be so damned bored that they have to flirt with a fifteen-year-old boy to amuse themselves! Not trusting herself to speak to either one of them at the moment, she decided to go for a walk in the cool evening air until she had calmed down.
Hank Digby watched her leave. He ached to follow her and make love to her, but he knew it was wiser to go slowly and carefully in his pursuit of Bea. Despite her passion last night, she was not to be won easily. She was clearly embarrassed at the way she'd behaved during his love-making and wished to avoid him. Hank didn't understand what she had to be embarrassed about, he considered her the most exciting woman he'd ever fucked because her response was entirely normal, real, and unfeigned, springing from a deeply sensual nature. Hank hated phoniness in a woman, which was why he avoided Lou and felt no attraction for Pam. But Bea, who never put on airs, never disguised her true feelings, was something else. He craved her, could never get tired of her. He just had to have her again, like right now.
Perhaps, he rationalized, if he followed her outdoors, struck up a casual conversation, and spoke to her very gently, he might lull her fears. It was certainly worth a try. Saying goodnight to the others at the table, he excused himself and strolled outside at a leisurely pace, looking around for Bea.
"My studio in five minutes," Pam said happily to Tony. "Just come in your bathrobe, dear. I want to do a nude study."
Tony gawked at her, and behind his back Lou smirked knowingly, but Pam appeared quite calm. She went off to her studio to prepare her easel and paints, and Tony went upstairs to his room. Shit, how had he gotten himself into this mess? He didn't want to pose naked for his silly Aunt Pam. It was sissy stuff, and he'd be bored as hell. Still he supposed he had to be polite to her, since they were going to be living in the same house. Containing his impatience, Tony stripped, put on his bathrobe, and went downstairs to Pam's studio. He found her dressed in a bulky artist's smock that came nearly to her ankles. Great, he wouldn't even be able to ogle her figure while she worked!
"Oh, good, you came right away!" chirped Pam, stepping out from behind her easel. "Here, I'll show you how I want you to pose." Sulkily he followed her across the large airy room to a small raised platform with a plain wooden bench. "Now, I want you just to stretch out on this bench, quite casually, as if you were relaxing after a run," said Pam. "On your left side, please, with your left arm supporting your head. Try it." Tony obediently stretched out, feeling very silly. "Yes, perfect," said Pam. "Now take off your robe and resume the position, and I'll get to work."
Tony blushed beet red. Ordinarily he thought little about nudity, but there was something about taking off his clothes in front of a strange woman, just so she could draw a picture of him, that embarrassed him acutely.
Pam, however, seemed quite businesslike about it, turning her back on him and walking to her easel. Hurriedly Tony slipped off his robe, threw it aside, and lay down on the bench in the position she wanted. It occurred to him then that she'd be studying his cock and balls, too, and he casually let his free hand fall over them to cover them up: that would be just a little more than he could take right away.
Pam put on a pair of horn---rimmed glasses which made her look quite owlish and studious, and peered at Tony, then started to sketch. Her motives in asking him to pose had been perfectly innocent, so far as she knew. With Pam the most important thing in life was her own comfort and pleasure, and men and sex had always taken a back seat to these primary goals. That was why she'd never been tempted by any of the hired hands. Her goal was marriage, marriage to a rich man, not to some grubby ranch worker who barely earned enough to support himself. When she had a husband, she would treat him royally in bed, in order to hold him; she knew how to do this well enough when she had to. But she did not propose to waste her talents on a bunch of nobodies. It never occurred to Pam that in her cool pursuit of her goal, she was bottling up and ignoring her natural needs and urges, and that sooner or later this was bound to result in an explosion.
Now, as she quickly sketched in the outline of Tony's recumbent figure, she vaguely sensed that something was not quite right, something missing from the picture. Then she noticed and smiled to herself: the boy was covering his genitals with his hand, doing it casually so she wouldn't notice. She hadn't realized he was so shy. But she couldn't allow it. She wanted a completely natural painting.
"Tony," she said gently, "you are not Burt Reynolds posing for a Cosmopolitan centerfold. This painting will not be seen by the general public. In short, it's quite all right to have genitals. Please move your hand."
Damn, thought Tony, she noticed! Blushing, he took his hand away from his cock, wondering why this woman had such power to embarrass him. He wished his prick was bigger. He supposed it was large enough for a boy his age, but Pam was an experienced woman-she'd been married, probably had had lovers, and she must have seen better equipment than his. He wanted to impress her and was chagrined at the thought that now, for sure, she'd think of him as just a little kid.
But he was wrong. Pam was impressed. And it wasn't because of size. She really didn't understand it herself, but somehow she simply couldn't take her eyes off his immature but handsome penis and testicles. She'd never seen a naked male that young before, and she was struck by clean, pink purity of his flesh, so different from the hairy, reddish adult model. The more she looked, the more excited she got. Still she continued to sketch, and then she noticed that her drawing consisted of a vague, shadowy outline of a body with a huge, clearly defined prick. She didn't know whether to laugh or cry. My God, she thought, I've certainly made it clear where my interests lie!
Valiantly she tried to continue sketching, tried to do a better outline of his handsome body, but her hand kept returning to the feature which attracted her most. She found herself meticulously drawing in the white wrinkled tip of his cock, the smooth pale shaft, the rosy flaccid balls that nestled between his thighs. She found, too, that her cunt was growing unaccountably warm and moist and demanding, something that hadn't happened to her in ages. Usually she was able to keep her desires well under control, but now her pussy seemed to be operating without her consent.
Damn, she thought, I'm going to have to get hold of myself! This'll never do! After all, he's only a child!
Tony, meanwhile, was avoiding her eyes as well as he could, but with nothing else to do, he found himself speculating about how she'd look without that baggy smock she was wearing. He hadn't really paid too much attention to his Aunt Pam before. He'd been too preoccupied with his mother. But he had noticed the essentials, that she was pretty, that she had a damned nice build, and while her tits weren't as big as Bea's, they were plenty big enough and very firm and nicely shaped. He wished there was some way he could see them, see all of her, get a chance to touch that lovely, creamy flesh.
"Tony," Pam was chewing her pencil and frowning, "I'm afraid I've made a mistake. That pose just won't do. I'll come over and show you what I want."
She said all this calmly enough, but her heart was pounding as she walked toward the boy. Her mind wasn't in control anymore, it was as if her cunt was telling her what to do. She was driven by an irresistible urge to touch Tony, especially, if possible, to touch that silky white flesh of his cock. She didn't understand this urge at all; but she had to obey it. And all the while, her pussy was puffing and swelling and oozing its hot juices. Just like a bitch in heat, she thought wonderingly. What in the world has come over me?
"Let's see," she said as casually as she could, "how can I arrange you better? Just be limp, pretend you're a store dummy or something, and I'll do the arranging." Tony obediently complied, and she wondered at her own wicked cleverness. Now she had created an excuse to touch him, but for what? It had been so long since Pam had let down her defenses enough to respond to male allure, she didn't realize that she was just plain horny. She rolled Tony over on his back, and just touching his smooth firm shoulders caused her aching pussy to squirt fiery juices which soaked her panties and trickled down her thighs. She bent one of his legs a little, to raise the knee, but her eyes strayed to his limp white little penis and stayed there. She wanted to touch it so badly, but did she dare? Trembling, her palms sweating, she reached out and very gently curled her fingers around the incredibly smooth, warm shaft of his cock.
"Tony...." she muttered, not even hearing her own voice.
Tony was immediately alert. Although hardly experienced with women, he sensed Pam's arousal-why else would she touch his prick, unless she had some delightful game in mind? And her touch aroused him, too. A normal adolescent boy-that is to say, perpetually horny-he was fully capable of cumming several times a day if given the opportunity. His mother's blow-job at the lake had been great, but already he was restored and lusty again. He wondered if he dared respond to Pam's touch. Perhaps he had mistaken her motives, perhaps he would make her angry. But what the hell? What could he lose for trying? It would be her own damned fault, fiddling with his cock like that and getting him hot. That could be his excuse if she got offended. "Shouldn't have played with my dick, Aunt Pam," he imagined himself saying to her. "I just took it for granted you had something more in mind." Boldly, but with pounding heart, Tony reached out and slipped his hand under her baggy artist's smock, touching a smooth slender thigh and moving slowly upward.
Pam thought she would faint with excitement. She hadn't known quite what to expect when she began squeezing and pumping his lovely little prick. She'd half feared he'd yelp and run out of the room. But, no, the opposite had happened, she'd given him ideas. Briefly she was insulted and angry, but she quickly realized that she had only herself to blame if the kid started groping her. And she liked it, she had to admit that. As Tony's hot hand moved slowly toward her steaming snatch, she trembled all over with lust, and she found herself pumping his little tool all the faster and harder. It twitched and stiffened in her palm, and she flushed deeply. My God, she'd given him a hard-on! What must he be thinking?
What Tony was thinking, with intense excitement, was that this pretty older woman apparently wanted to get laid. Could this be the long-awaited chance to get rid of his virginity? He hardly dared believe it, and yet there she was, boldly pumping his prick and allowing him to pet and mold her little furry mound of cunt hair. She was his aunt, and he still feared to anger her, but he was too horny now to be timid. By God, he was going to grab this opportunity! Boldly he leaped to his feet, pulled her tightly to him, and kissed her hard, working his tongue deep into her hot wet mouth. She moaned, trembled, and went soft against him.
"Take off your smock, Pam," he said huskily.
This was it; if she obeyed him now, Pam knew, she would have committed herself to go all the way. It was insane. He was her own nephew, only a child. Yet she wanted him so badly she could have screamed. And what Pam wanted, she always took. To hell with the consequences, she decided. Stepping back from him, she quickly drew the smock off over her head, revealing the fact that she wore nothing underneath it, for she liked to be comfortable when she worked. Tony gawked at her lovely pink body for a moment, then gave a low growl of lust and pulled her to the carpeted floor. Pam moaned, closed her eyes, and opened her legs wide to him, and Tony eagerly but clumsily scrambled between her thighs, seizing his now swollen prick and jabbing it between the lush pink folds of her labia. Goddamn it, where was the hole? He couldn't seem to find it!
Pam felt an insane impulse to giggle. Obviously the kid had never fucked before and didn't know where her vagina was. Throwing aside all her inhibitions, she reached down, seized his stiff organ, and plunged it greedily into her hot soaked pussy. Tony gave a yelp of joy as, for the first time in his young life, he sank his stiff joint into the velvety tight hotness of a woman's cunt. His instincts took over, and he began to ball her furiously. Pam squealed her delight and arched her back to feed him her creaming pussy.
At a nearby window of the studio, Lou watched the scene goggle-eyed, licking her lips and turning green with envy. That little bitch Pam! Lou had never dreamed her snobbish younger sister had designs on the kid. Hoping to admire Tony's naked body, Lou had stationed herself at the window fifteen minutes earlier, and now she was getting far more than she'd bargained for. Lou had been around in her forty years, and very little surprised her any more, but she was stunned to see her prim younger sister boldly seduce Tony.
Shit, thought Lou angrily, if I'd had the smarts, I could've had him for myself! As she watched the furiously copulating couple on the floor of the studio, she grew agonizingly horny, and she wanted desperately to be in Pam's place, to feel Tony's pounding little prick in her ever-hungry cunt. Not taking her eyes off the scene, she feverishly slipped her hand inside her stretch pants, under her lacy bikini panties, and found her pulsing hot clit. She began to rub it, moaning and panting, hoping to achieve some relief by beating off.
"Got an itch?"
Lou gasped and spun around to find Jimmy grinning at her. She hadn't even heard him approach, she'd been so absorbed in watching Pam and Tony. Angrily she snatched her hand out of her pants, ready to tell this grinning ape what to do with himself, but then she thought better of it. He'd given her a damned good fuck that afternoon, and she could certainly use his services right now. Fucking was always better than frigging. Grinning impishly, she signaled him to be quiet, then pointed to the studio window. Jimmy caught on immediately, and, returning her grin, he snuck up and took a look. He started to emit a low whistle, then stifled it.
"Jeez," he whispered to Lou, "who woulda thought that snooty little bitch would do it with HIM? Why the kid, when she won't put out for any of the men?"
Lou grinned and shrugged. "She's only human. She couldn't hold out forever, and Tony just happened to be there at the right time. Speaking of being human...." She moved closer to Jimmy and put her hand on his crotch, caressing the limp bulge in unmistakable invitation.
Jimmy chuckled wonderingly. "Shit, lady, don't you ever get enough cock? I already gave it to you once today."
"I know," she purred, tickling his balls through the rough material of his jeans, "but there's no law against doing it twice in one day. Come on, let's go up to my room."
Jimmy eyed her languidly, hands on hips. Already he was tiring of this voracious older woman, even though he'd only balled her a few times. He was young, attractive, and very popular with women, and there were plenty of young girls in town who'd go to bed with him in an instant, girls with firmer bodies and tighter cunts than this old gal. Still, it made little sense to drive the twenty-five miles to town when he could get laid right here and now. He decided to save the younger girls for his night off, and make do with Lou till then. She was so hard up, so eager, he might be able to coax some special favors out of her. If he judged her correctly, she might take a little variety, too, something besides plain ordinary fucking.
"Well, I dunno," he teased, "I don't wanta wear it out. Might wanta use it again some day."
Lou snickered and petted his cock firmly through his jeans. "Darling, I'll be very gentle with it. I promise, I'll only take it around the block and put a few miles on it." She grabbed his hand and pulled him after her, into the house and upstairs to her bedroom. As soon as she'd closed the door behind them, she began pulling off her clothes, wildly horny and impatient to fuck. It was a complete reversal of roles from their earlier encounter, when she teased him by undressing so slowly. Now it was Jimmy who took his time, grinning and taunting her with his leisurely pace. Lou hopped up and down in front of him, her small round tits bouncing.
"Come on, come on!" she cried. "Let's do it!"
With an infuriatingly slow movement, Jimmy unzipped his jeans and let them slide down his muscular hairy legs. Lou fell to her knees and pulled the garment away as he stepped out of it, then, kneeling before him, embraced his thighs and began lapping at his limp cock with her eager pink tongue.
"Your dick's not hard, damn it!" she whined.
"Nope," yawned Jimmy, "but you gotta remember, I already done it once today. I need a little help this time. I bet you'll think of something."
"Damned right I will!" cried Lou. She wolfed down his flaccid meat, taking the whole length into her greedy hot mouth, and began sucking it for all she was worth. Her little hands played with his limp dangling balls, stroking, tickling and pumping. Jimmy grinned as he watched her, enjoying the blow-job but already contemplating even more daring and exciting games. When his dick failed to get hard, Lou, driven by her frantic lust, spat out his cock, dragging him to the bedside, and hustled him into a bent position, his elbows on the bed, his tight muscled ass presented to her face.
"If this doesn't get it up, nothing will!" she declared, spreading his asscheeks and wriggling her hot little tongue into his pungent anus.
Jimmy gave a yelp of delight. No woman had ever done this to him before, and it was an unexpectedly exquisite pleasure. Her naughty little tongue reamed him deeply, and at the same time her hands tickled and pumped his balls and cock expertly. He couldn't hold himself aloof any longer. Moaning, shivering as she probed deep in his asshole with her slick long tongue, he felt his cock grow fiercely hard and erect. Lou felt it, too, and she popped her tongue from his anus and cried triumphantly, "Okay, lover boy, let's go!"
She scrambled onto the bed and assumed her favorite position on hands and knees, her slim white ass presented to him, and Jimmy hurriedly knelt behind her, wondering if he dared try the experiment he had in mind.
"Hey," squeaked Lou, "you got the wrong hole!"
"Oh, no, I don't," chuckled Jimmy. "Thought it might make a nice change."
Lou took little time to debate. She loved to experiment. "Sure," she said, "why not?"
Jimmy breathed a sigh of relief and wedged the bloated purple head of his cock tighter into the narrow puckered mouth of her anus. Damn, she was tight there! He wasn't at all sure he could get his dick in. But he hadn't reckoned with Lou's eager cooperation. She relaxed her sphincter muscle, and to his delight, his stiff prick glided inside. The fit was very snug, tighter than any cunt but just as slick and hot.
"Oh, baby!" he moaned. "This is gonna be great! I wanta go in deeper-is it gonna hurt you?" Not that he cared greatly how she felt about it-he just didn't want to be in trouble later if he injured her.
"How do I know?" squawked Lou. "There's only one way to find out-push, you fucker, PUSH!"
Jimmy pushed, and Lou's hoarse moan of delight told him that everything was going to be fine. Dismissing all worry, he began to fuck her tight little asshole in long, slow, probing strokes, whining his intense pleasure. Lou, astounded at how good it felt to be fucked in the ass, gurgled and groaned and writhed, her steaming pussy juices bathing his balls. You 're never too old to learn, she thought blissfully. mm
CHAPTER FIVE
While her two sisters were happily busy with their respective lovers, Bea wandered around the yard, smoking and trying to enjoy the cool but fragrant night air. If only she could relax! But there was too much on her mind, and she could only pace and smoke an endless succession of cigarettes. She was worried about Pam and Lou's behavior around Tony-it was scarcely the way two aunts ought to behave toward an innocent teenage boy. But she was even more worried about herself. She had behaved unspeakably that afternoon, lusting for her own son, sucking his cock, swallowing his cum, letting him eat her pussy. She was certain he would never forget it, and even if she kept her vow never to touch him again, she might already have done him irreparable harm.
God, how could she have been so irresponsible? It was her job to be a model of behavior to him, not to teach him immorality. If she couldn't do any better than that, it would be wiser to send him away to a boarding school or a military academy, to get him away from her pernicious influence. She was thoroughly ashamed of herself.
"Bea? Wait up."
Bea turned and saw Hank striding toward her from the house. Oh, God, that was all she needed right now! Hank was another unresolved problem in her life, one she didn't want to face. Too weary to move away, she stood there and waited while he caught up with her, then continued her slow walk through the yard.
"Bea, listen, about last night." Hank was being gentle and hesitant, not wanting to alarm her, but he had to talk with her, had to find out where he stood.
"Please, Hank," she said, "I don't want to talk about it, not now, not ever again. I made a mistake, that's all, but it won't happen twice. I told you a long time ago, I'm through with men. I'm sorry if I led you to believe otherwise, but that's how it is. Now, if you don't mind, I'd like to be alone."
Dismissing him, she walked on toward the barn, but Hank sprang after her and grabbed her arm, spinning her around to face him. "Now, wait just a minute!" he said angrily. "That may be the end of it for you, but not for me! I'm crazy about you, Bea, always have been. I've been waiting ten years to get you into bed, and now that it's finally happened, I don't intend to be content with just one time. You made a mistake, all right! You gave me a taste, and I found out it was better than I'd dreamed."
He pulled her roughly against him, so that her big firm breasts were crushed against his chest. "No, Bea, we're not finished, not by a long shot! I know you now. You loved it when I fucked you, and you need more of it, a lot more. And I intend to give it to you."
Bea pushed him off and slapped his face as hard as she could, then ran for the barn. It wasn't really Hank she was angry with, she realized through hot tears of shame, it was herself. Every word he said was true. She needed a man desperately. Yet her pride would not allow her to admit it, and she was still terribly afraid of being hurt again, as she'd been hurt by Greg and Hal. Glancing back over her shoulder, she saw that Hank was running after her, and she speeded her pace. She ran inside the barn and pushed the door shut, intending to lock herself inside until Hank had cooled off and gone away. But she wasn't quick enough. Before she could lock it, Hank had reached the door and begun pushing from the other side. He was far too strong for her, and Bea was flung backward into a pile of hay. As she struggled for breath, Hank burst into the barn and stood over her, hands on hips, his face white with anger.
"You may be the boss during work hours," he hissed, "but after dark I intend to call the shots! No woman treats me like this, not even you! You say you're through with men-well, that's a load of crap, and you know it! I had you last night, I saw how you wanted it. You need me, Bea. You need me, and I'm going to prove it!"
He lunged at her, and Bea screamed, scrambled to her feet, and tried to run, but Hank trapped her in his long arms and they fell back into the hay. While Bea kicked and yelled and clawed at him, he deftly dodged her blows until he saw the right opening, and then he slapped her across the face. Stunned and half faint, she fell back limp into the springy hay.
"Sorry I had to do that," he said huskily, and she believed him. Hank was ordinarily a gentle, easy-going man, but she had driven him past his limits. Still, she meant what she'd said, that she didn't want another man to possess and hurt her, and as Hank quickly shucked his clothes, she gathered her strength and prepared to fight. He reached out for her cautiously, as if approaching a rattlesnake, for he saw the blazing defiance in her eyes. She struck with her fists, but Hank was ready, dodging the blow and ripping open her cotton shirt, then tearing her bra off, too. He licked his lips excitedly as her big beautiful white tits fell free of confinement, and then, as she screamed and pummeled him with her fists, he ducked low and began to tear off her jeans.
"Hank, for God's sake, no!" she sobbed, still fighting him as she felt cool air on her belly and thighs. She whimpered and struck him again and again as he succeeded in pulling off her jeans and panties. Then he seized her wrists painfully hard and pinned her arms at her sides. He was breathing heavily, and she had opened a cut on his cheek, so that blood and sweat dripped down on her breasts.
"It's no use fighting any more, Bea," he said almost tenderly, "I'm too strong for you. I don't want to hurt you, so why don't you just give in and enjoy it? You know you'd enjoy it, honey, if you'd just give me a chance. Come on, Bea...." His voice trailed off in a husky croon, and, looking down the hard hairy length of his body, she saw his erect cock, blue-veined and swollen, creamy droplets oozing from the purplish tip. She swallowed hard. She wanted him badly, but she was not prepared to be defeated and humiliated.
"NO!" she shrieked, writhing in his grasp, trying to roll away as he lowered himself onto her. He let her wrists go and seized her hips instead, pulling her up to him belly to belly, wedging his thick oozing cockhead into the quivering mouth of her cunt. She screamed and clawed at his face, but he didn't seem to feel it, only continued doggedly his efforts at penetration. Then she felt his thick hot meat sliding into her, stuffing and stretching her tight juicy cunt in the way she so desperately needed. It was more than she could resist. Sobbing her surrender, she let her flailing hands fall limp, let him take her.
"That's my girl!" panted Hank. "Now you're being smart! You just take it easy, let ol' Hank do the work. I'll make you feel good, baby, real good...."
Bea looked up at him in wonder. He was bleeding from several cuts now, angry wounds inflicted by her nails, and his face was drenched with sweat, yet he smiled. He must want me very badly, she thought dizzily. And she knew how badly she wanted him. As his huge hot prick worked swiftly, deliciously, in the depths of her creaming cunt, she sighed deeply, slipped her arms around his sweaty shoulders, and twined her long legs around his ass, urging him to push his cock deeper into her.
"Fuck me, Hank," she babbled, "it's good, so damned good...."
It was nearly midnight. Jimmy had fallen deeply asleep with his exhausted prick still buried in Lou's tightly clenched asshole, and she felt no inclination to dislodge it. She snuggled happily beneath him, drifting into sleep, while she thought lazily of the future. There's life in the old girl yet, she told herself, plenty of life. She intended to go on enjoying herself as long as she could. And the next thing she intended to enjoy was fucking Tony. The kid was sexy as hell, had a gorgeous smooth young body-and, damn it, if Pam could have him, so could she! She'd begin her campaign tomorrow.
In Pam's bed, she and Tony lay in each other's sweaty embrace, Pam sleeping soundly, Tony studying her pretty but sensual face in the moonlight. He couldn't understand why he wasn't sleepy. He'd fucked her so many times, in the studio and then in her bed, that he'd lost count. It had been the greatest night of his life, and perhaps it was his triumph and excitement which kept him awake. He felt ready to wrestle tigers, conquer the world, but his ambitions were limited to a definite and narrow goal. If he could ball his aunt, why not his mother? Pam had been wonderful to him, he was not ungrateful, but it was Bea he really wanted, and if it took him the rest of the summer, he intended to have her.
Of the three sisters, only Bea slept alone, having refused Hank's request to spend the night with her. She would have liked the security of his warm, comforting body next to hers, but years of solitude and stubborn chastity could not be forgotten in one night, and she had by no means surrendered herself to Hank or promised him any continuation of their affair. That decision would have to be postponed for now. Tony came first. What was she going to do about Tony? Or, more precisely, what was she going to do about her own letch for Tony?
She lay awake a long time, trying to decide how she could create a better home environment for the boy, tortured and guilty because she knew that the chief obstacle was herself.
CHAPTER SIX
At 6:45 the alarm went off, and Bea staggered out of bed, tugged off her nightgown, and stumbled around looking for her clothes. She hadn't gotten more than a few hours' sleep last night, but she did not have the luxury of sleeping in, too many chores awaited her around the ranch. She was just stepping into her panties when she stopped still and listened, thinking she'd heard the door open.
Then she knew it, chirping, "Good morning, Bea!" Tony raced up behind her, slipped his arms around her, and poked a stiff little cock between her legs.
Bea straightened up and gasped. She felt hot pussy juice squirting from her cunt, instant powerful desire. She felt his hard little tool nosing into the folds of her labia, seeking entrance to her vagina, and she wanted him so badly she almost moaned aloud. But of course it was out of the question-he was her son.
"Tony! No!" she snapped, tugging at his arms and seeking to break free.
"Aw, come on, Bea!" he said and laughed. "Don't be such a drag! Nobody saw me come in here, and nobody'll know!" Impatiently he jerked his stiff small tool back and forth in the juicy folds of her labia, aching to penetrate her.
"Let go, Tony!" she said sharply. "This is all wrong, and you know it!"
They began to struggle, and Tony succeeded in pushing her forward, so that she stumbled against the bed and fell face downward on it, while he still held her tightly around the waist. Seizing his chance, he sighted the creaming dark slit of her cuntal mouth, aimed, and managed to jam his small prick inside about an inch before she jerked her hips and made him fall out again.
"Aw, Bea, for chrissake!" he wailed petulantly. "What's the big deal? What's wrong with a little fun?"
With effort, she managed to break his hold around her waist, and she darted away from him, her big breasts swaying. "Fun?" she cried. "Tony, haven't you ever heard of incest? Don't you know it's one of the greatest sins you can commit?"
"But I NEED you!" he wailed.
"Then go jack off," she said coldly, "because I won't do it with you, and I never will. Never! Do you understand?"
"Yes, Bea," he replied, pouting and marching out the door. He knew how stubborn she was, knew it was no use arguing with her right then. But he wasn't finished with her, hell, no! Before the summer was over, he would succeed with her, if it was the last thing he ever did....
Bea watched him leave, then burst into tears of despair. What was she going to do about this kid? It was partly her fault, she realized, that he was taking a sudden and persistent interest in sex, but it was also the fault of her sisters, who flirted with him mercilessly, made him think he ought to be treated like a grown man. If only she could get rid of Pam and Lou, she felt sure she could handle Tony and create the proper life for him on the ranch. But there was always the one big obstacle, money. Without money, she couldn't buy out Lou, couldn't tell Lou to go away. At her present rate of savings, she wouldn't be able to buy Lou's share of the ranch for another five years. By then Tony would be twenty-one, and the damage would have been done. Bitterly Bea foresaw that by then Lou surely would have seduced the boy, or at very least would have exposed him to alcohol and drugs. Pam had a letch for him, too, she could tell. Money, she had to have money, and fast. She was almost desperate enough to rob a bank. In fact, since she couldn't mortgage what Lou owned, she really didn't know what else to do. Well, Hank had a good head for business, and maybe he'd be able to suggest a way out. It was going to be a little embarrassing facing him this morning, after their wild fuck in the barn, but she had no choice. Above and beyond her own needs and problems, there was Tony's welfare to think about. Tony must always come first....
Tony stepped out of the shower, clean and somewhat refreshed, but still aching in every muscle from a full day's work on the ranch. He wished he hadn't promised to pose for Pam again. He'd much rather bag it and go to bed early. On the other hand, there was every chance that her invitation to pose was just an excuse for more sex, which was fine with Tony. He was always ready for that. He dried himself off and was just getting into his robe when there was a knock at his bedroom door, and before he could answer, Lou walked in.
"Oh, hi, Aunt Lou," said Tony. "I was just going down to the studio."
Lou smiled knowingly. "More 'posing', I assume?"
Recalling what had become of his posing last night, Tony reddened a little and lied valiantly, "Why, sure, what else?"
Lou walked up to him, and he could smell her strong, heady perfume. She was wearing a long gown of nearly transparent red material, and for the first time Tony sensed how attractive she was. He hadn't paid much attention to Lou before except to be embarrassed by her affected conversation. Now she was giving him a penetrating look that made him very uncomfortable, as if she knew all about his secret thoughts.
"Darling," she drawled, letting her hand brush his thigh, "don't try to fool your old auntie! I've been around, I can put two and two together. You don't actually expect me to believe that you do nothing in the studio but pose, do you?"
Tony grew even redder, wondering what had aroused her suspicions and how he could lie his way out of this tight spot. Lou stood grinning and waiting. Her purpose in this interrogation was to get Tony to talk about sex, for long experience had taught her that once men began talking about it, they first started thinking about it and then started wanting it. She knew better than to just pounce on Tony, she wanted to warm him up first. But no matter what method she had to use, she was determined to end up in bed with him.
"Why, golly, Aunt Lou," Tony finally stammered, "I don't know what you mean. Aunt Pam asked me to pose for her, and that's what I'm doing." Better play innocent, he decided.
But he could tell she wasn't deceived. She chuckled, a low, throaty noise, and caressed his thigh again. "Tony, you're a dreadful liar! I happen to know that you did more than pose for Pam last night."
Tony stared. "How could you know that?"
"Because, sweetie, I looked in the window. Pam never remembers to draw the curtains."
For a moment Tony panicked, but then he realized that she might only be bluffing, trying to make him give himself away. "Aw, come on!" he said and laughed nervously. "I don't believe it. And even if you did look in the window, you wouldn't have seen anything."
"That's better," Lou said and grinned. "You might learn to lie effectively some day after all. But this time it won't work, because I did see something. I saw plenty." She moved even closer to him and slipped her hand inside the top of his robe, caressing his bare chest. She marveled at how smooth and taut the skin was. Tony shivered a little, unconsciously enjoying her touch even in his panic. "First I saw Pam cross the room and start playing with your cock. Then you put your hand up her smock. She took it off, and then you were on the floor-"
"Stop!" yelped Tony. Christ, she was telling the truth, she'd seen everything! "Please, Aunt Lou," he begged, "don't tell anybody! Especially don't tell my mother! Please!"
Lou seemed to ponder his request, all the while caressing him, concentrating on his sensitive nipples. "Well, I don't know, Tony," she said slowly. "You're awfully young to be doing things like that. Really, your mother ought to be told."
"Oh, no!" The thought of Bea's anger terrified him. "Please don't tell her! Aunt Lou, I'll do anything, anything you ask, if you just won't tell her!"
In one swift, deft movement, Lou untied the sash of his robe, and the garment fell open. Her small warm hand fluttered and tickled around his balls. Tony gasped and experienced sharp excitement, yet his conscious attention was on her face as he prayed her answer would be favorable.
"Anything, darling?" she cooed. "You'd reform? You'd be a good boy?" Tony nodded vigorously. "You'd give up fucking until you're grown up?"
"Yes," nodded Tony miserably. It was a terrible sacrifice, but it had to be made.
"Would you really?" Lou asked, her hand closing gently but firmly around the shaft of his limp cock, pumping and teasing it, reminding him vividly of how great it had been probing and sawing in Pam's tight hot cunt. "Really?"
"Uh...." said Tony.
Now, as she continued to pump and stroke his excited organ, her free hand went up the back of his robe, and a finger wriggled into the crease of his buttocks to rim and tease his anus. Tony didn't know how she managed it, but suddenly he wanted to fuck worse than anything he could think of. "Tell me the truth, Tony," Lou purred, "would you really give up fucking?"
"Well, no." He grinned sheepishly.
Lou laughed. "Darling, I think you take after me! I'm completely unscrupulous, as I'm about to demonstrate. Take off your robe and come over to the bed. If you do your Auntie Lou a little favor, I won't tell anybody what I saw in the studio."
Tony obeyed with alacrity. He wasn't quite certain of her meaning-it seemed too good to be true-but if he could buy her off by making love to her, it would be the happiest punishment he'd ever received, and he'd be more than glad to pay the price. Naked, his half-grown cock wagging and semierect, he hurried over to the bedside where she stood waiting.
"Undress me," she commanded.
Tony obeyed instantly but soon had cause to curse his nervousness and clumsiness. Her long dress was closed by a row of tiny buttons that stretched from neck to ankle, and each button was complete hell to work open. He fumbled and cursed, and the more nervous he got, the more his hands sweated, making the job even harder. Mercilessly, Lou stood there and grinned at him, making no move to help. After what seemed a lifetime, he finally had the dress unbuttoned down to her navel, and he impatiently slipped it down over her shoulders. To his relief, it then slid easily to the floor, and Lou stepped out of it, clad only in a tiny bra and panty set of red lace. Tony gawked at the slimness and delicacy of her body.
"Go on," she said. "You're not finished."
He moved around behind her, fumbled with the hook of her bra, and at last succeeded in getting it off. He moved around front again, briefly caressing her small, round, pretty tits with bright pink nipples. Lou displayed no pleasure, only said rather coldly, "I didn't ask you to do that. Get on with your work."
Tony sighed and knelt before her, helping her to step out of her small red high-heeled shoes. Then with shaking, sweaty hands he grasped her panties and eased them down to her feet. She stepped out of them and, not knowing quite what possessed him, Tony moaned and buried his face in her tiny soft muff of pussy fur. She had perfumed herself there, too, and it was like burying his nose in flowers. He wriggled his eager tongue inside the furry lips and lapped her small stiff clit. For the first time Lou showed her own excitement, sighing and curling her fingers in his hair. Tony licked faster, tasting her oozing cunt cream.
"That's enough," said Lou crisply, releasing him. "Lie down on the bed, on your back."
Tony obeyed, shivering with excitement. He wondered why her cold, domineering manner aroused him so sharply. Lou studied him, thinking, My God, he's got the most beautiful body I've ever seen! She almost drooled as she contemplated his small, pure, white cock, but she managed to preserve her imperious demeanor-it was part of the game, exciting both of them. Coolly she knelt on the bed beside him and began to explore his cock, balls, and anus with her hands, displaying none of the powerful lust she felt. Tony stared at the ceiling, seeing nothing, praying that she would do more than just play with him.
"How old are you, Tony?" she asked.
"Fifteen," he replied, his voice breaking.
"Well, I'm forty," said Lou, "almost old enough to be your grandmother. Does that bother you?"
"Oh, wow, no!" said Tony, turning his eyes on her slim body. "I think you're beautiful!"
Lou smiled. She had been fishing for just such a compliment. Bending down, she took his half erect boycock in her hand and used her pointed pink tongue to work back the wrinkled foreskin till she had uncovered the bright red cherry of his glans. She swished her hot tongue all around the sensitive moist flesh, and as she did so his cock twitched, swelled, and grew stiffly erect. His immature balls swelled up, too, growing fat and rosy, and Lou impulsively licked and sucked them, making Tony moan and writhe. Beautiful, she thought hungrily, beautiful! And he was all hers!
"Would you like me to fuck you, Tony?" she asked huskily.
He stared at her, then grinned. "You-fuck me? I thought it had to be the other way around."
"Darling," said Lou, returning his grin, "what a lot you have to learn!"
She suddenly straddled him, bringing her hot, juicy cuntal mouth down to touch and tease the oozing red tip of his small stiff cock. "Just lie perfectly still, dear," she said, "and I'll do the work." She moved slowly downward, and Tony felt his aching prick being enveloped in her wet warmth.
"Oh, wow, yeah, Aunt Lou!" he cried. "Whatever you say!"
Meanwhile Pam waited in the studio with growing impatience and horniness. What was keeping Tony? He'd distinctly promised to be there at seven-thirty, and now he was half an hour late. Momentarily she panicked. Had he stayed away on purpose? Had he decided that she was too old for him, no fun in bed? No, she decided, calming herself, that wasn't possible. Pam had a very high opinion of her own attractiveness, and in this case she was right. She knew she was pretty, knew she could be an excellent sexual partner when she wanted to be. That couldn't be the problem. Then who the hell did he think he was, keeping her waiting like this? She wouldn't put up with it. She wouldn't tolerate this kind of treatment from any man, and certainly not from a teenage boy. Angrily, she set off to find Tony.
She reached his room and was about to knock on the door when she heard strange noises, the creak of bedsprings, panting, moaning, and sighing. She flushed angrily. By God, it sounded as if he was making it with somebody else! Well, he belonged to her! She'd found him first! Pam threw open the door and gawked at the scene on the bed. Her older sister Lou was straddling Tony, both of them naked, and judging from their flushed, sweaty bodies and ecstatic smiles, they'd just finished cumming.
Pam closed the door hard and marched up to the bed. "What the hell is going on here?" she demanded.
Tony, half faint with pleasure, only sighed. Lou, grinning smugly, said to her, "Why, darling, that should be obvious. I hope you didn't imagine that you could keep him all for yourself?"
Pam was furious. "What do you mean by that?"
Lou laughed. "Oh, come off it, Pam! I know you fucked him in the studio last night. As I was telling Tony, I just happened to pass by and looked in the window. So what makes you special? Why can't I fuck him, too?"
Pam dissolved in tears of anger and frustration. She'd waited so long to find a suitable lover-two years now, since her divorce-and once she had given herself, her deepest passions had been reawakened. She was very horny, wanted to fuck constantly since last night, and now Lou had taken him away from her. "It isn't fair!" she wept. "You do it with everybody, you must have dozens of lovers, and I only have him! Why did you take him away from me?"
"It's your own damned fault," said Lou, although not in a hostile tone. Pam was her younger sister and she felt a tender, motherly role in her presence. "If you weren't such a snob, you could have any man on the ranch. Damned good in bed, most of them. But, really, Pam, you don't have to cry. I won't hog Tony. You can have him right now, if you want." Obligingly, Lou climbed off the exhausted boy and moved over to a far corner of the bed.
Pam was unsure of her feelings. She wanted Tony all to herself, for she was not accustomed to sharing her men. On the other hand, she wanted him very much at this moment, even while realizing that Lou would never surrender him completely. Could she share Tony with her sister? It was either that or go without a man, for in spite of Lou's suggestions, she would never stoop to making love with the lowly ranch hands. Lust won her over, and rather petulantly she slipped onto the bed beside Tony. He seemed half asleep, and his half-grown penis was limp and empty.
"Thanks a lot," Pam growled at Lou. "Thanks to you, he's had it for this evening! It just isn't fair! I made a date with him. I was waiting for him in the studio!"
"To the victor go the spoils," said Lou, lighting a cigarette. "I'm perfectly willing to share. I'm not selfish, but I can't help it if I got to him first."
Tony was more alert than Pam realized. He was taking in the whole scene, feeling strangely proud and virile to have the two sisters fighting over him. Well, as far as he was concerned, there was no problem. He could easily handle them both. Gently he reached out and caressed Pam's ankle, one of the few parts of her body not covered by her unbecoming baggy smock.
"It's all right, Aunt Pam," he said. "I can get my dick hard again real quick, with your help."
Pam blushed, and Lou giggled. "The kid learns fast," said Lou. "So what're you waiting for? Help him."
The sight of Tony's handsome young body was too much for Pam. Casting aside all inhibition, she drew off her smock, and naked, bent over him and began to pet and lick and suck his pretty little tool. Tony, true to his word, responded very quickly, gasping and moaning and with his cock growing rapidly hard. After a minute or so of her delicious cocksucking, he had a stiff erection, and with a happy growl he pulled her onto him so that she straddled him just as Lou had done earlier. Pam was familiar with this position, having used it often on her jaded elderly husband, and she popped her wet pussy down on his small cock with expert aim, then began to grind and pump her hips.
"Oooooo!" she squealed. "That's nice!"
"You're telling me!" said Tony.
If possible, Lou was even more excited than the busily fucking couple. In her endless search for erotic thrills, this was something new and different. She had watched others make love before, but never her own sister except for last night's spying. Now she was very close to the action, could actually see Tony's stiff little finger of flesh shooting in and out of Pam's nipping cunt, could actually hear the lewd squishing and sucking noises as Tony's cock slammed into Pam's juicy depths. It made Lou frantically horny, and, being a completely uninhibited woman, she began to frig herself as she watched, kneading her small rosy clit with eager fingers. Her eyes were wide and hungry, and she licked her lips and grinned....
CHAPTER SEVEN
Bea had gone to bed early, exhausted by her worry and guilt, but it seemed that she had no more gotten to sleep than she was disturbed by noises from Tony's room next door. What the hell was he doing, jumping up and down on the bed? Surely he was too old for that kind of thing. Bea tried to ignore it and go back to sleep, but the loud creaking and groaning of bedsprings continued, and finally she decided to go ask him to cool it. Not expecting to meet anyone in the hall, she simply walked out in her nightgown. As she was about to knock at the door, however, she distinctly heard voices coming from the room-Tony's voice and a woman's, sighing, moaning, howling. What in heaven's name? Alarmed, she threw open the door-and nearly fainted from shock.
"Well," drawled Lou, "join the party!"
Bea did not want to believe what she saw, but there was hardly any mistaking it. Her sister Pam sat astride Tony, her head thrown back, her face a grimace of ecstasy, and Tony, panting and jerking his hips, was obviously just in the throes of orgasm. Sitting beside them, Lou, without a trace of embarrassment, was frigging herself and grinning.
"Oh, no," moaned Bea. "Oh, God, no! How could you? He's only a child!"
Lou sneered. "Child, hell! He's a stud, sister, a real stud! And he's just proved it by fucking both of us."
Bea sobbed. "It's your fault, I know it is, Lou! You instigated this! He was innocent, he was a virgin yesterday, and now-" She struggled for words to express her horror. If she had caught Tony with just one of her sisters, it wouldn't have been so bad. She could have understood, for obviously the boy had normal desires. But both of them! Fucking both of them, making an orgy of it! She hated herself for having brought him to the ranch at all, for having exposed a mere boy to this depravity. "Get out!" she screamed at Lou and Pam. "You filthy sluts! Get out of here, and never touch my boy again!"
"Oh, for chrissake," sneered Lou, "don't get your ass in a flutter! It's not the end of the world. It's just good clean fun. Listen, Bea, just because you can go fifteen years without a man, that doesn't mean we can. Pam and I aren't fouled up like you are. Don't try to pass on your repressions to us, or to Tony."
"Yes, Bea," pouted Pam, who had finally crawled off Tony and started putting on her smock. "You have no right to talk to us like that. Just because you're frigid-"
Bea flew at them, claws extended, with mindless fury. But before she could reach them, Tony sprang from the bed and grabbed her, pinning her flailing arms to her sides.
"Better get out," he panted to his frightened aunts, "and let me handle her. She's not gonna calm down while you're in the room."
Pam, casting Bea a contemptuous look, marched out without a word. But Lou, slipping on her dress, could not resist one last dig at her furious sister. "Take my advice, honey," she said and grinned, "and get yourself laid. Regularly. It'll do a world of good for your disposition."
Bea snarled and tried to get at her, but Tony managed to hold her while Lou laughed and fled from the room. With her sisters gone, Bea seemed to lose her will to fight, and she went limp in Tony's arms, sobbing miserably. He helped her to the bed, and Bea sank down on her face in a fit of uncontrollable weeping.
"Bea, don't cry," said Tony, rubbing her back and trying to soothe her. "It had to happen sometime. I couldn't stay a virgin forever."
"But, Tony!" she cried. "Not this way! You're so young, years younger than they are! They're your own aunts, it's incest! And to do it with both of them at once-my God, it's horrible!"
Tony sighed. Why was his mother so hung up about sex? Why was she so puritanical? He wondered if she'd been raised that way, or if it was due to something that had happened between her and his father. Whatever the reason, he felt that for her own happiness she would have to change. Fifteen years without sex-that's what Lou had said. It seemed incredible, unnecessarily cruel. And yet if Bea had abstained that long, it must have been by choice, for a woman with her looks would have no trouble finding a lover. He felt great pity for her.
"Look, Bea," he said gently, "what's done is done. We can't change it. There's no point in your carrying on like this, it won't do anybody any good. Please don't cry any more."
Bea managed to still her sobs. "But, Tony," she said dismally, "even if I can't change things, what about the future? I don't want you to do things like this. It's not right."
Again he sighed, this time less patiently. "Well, Bea, what do you expect? I'm only human, I have to have somebody. I mean, now that I'm started, I'm not going to stop. I just can't do it, and why should I? Especially if there's two women willing to have me? I don't think you're being very reasonable."
Bea looked frantic. She understood the strength and urgency of his desire, she was not ignorant of men-but she couldn't bear the thought of exposing him so intimately to Pam and Lou, to the cruel snobbery of one and the immoral pleasure-seeking of the other. He would be totally corrupted under their influence. "Oh, please, Tony," she cried, "anybody but them! I don't want to deprive you, but please stay away from Pam and Lou! They're no good, they can only harm you!"
Tony stared down at her lovely, flushed face, at her voluptuous body half revealed under her sheer nightgown, and felt how badly he wanted her, much more than he wanted her sisters. "Well, Bea," he replied huskily, "if I don't have them, who's left?"
Bea blushed deeply. The answer was clear, she was the only other woman on the ranch. "Tony, no, you must never think of that!" she cried.
He eased himself down on her, covering her with his warm naked body, nuzzling her neck. "What else can I think of?" he whispered. "You don't leave me much choice."
His hot hands found their way inside her nightgown, cupping and squeezing her warm soft breasts, and Bea experienced a sharp, dizzying pang of desire. She wanted him desperately, wanted to forget everything else, even the fact that she was his mother, and let him fuck her, here and now. Her cunt boiled with need. She felt his young prick stiffening and pumping against her belly, and she almost succumbed, then reasserted control of herself. It was unthinkable, she could never forgive herself if she did such a thing. Gently she began pushing him away.
"No, Tony, that's out of the question. You're my son. I'm the one woman in the world you can't have."
It was a mistake to say that, for it only firmed Tony's resolve to have her. Arrogant from his previous conquests, believing himself irresistible to women, he could not bear to be told that there was any female he couldn't have. He made up his mind that Bea would be his, even if he had to rape her. But he didn't want to use force if he didn't have to. He loved Bea, didn't want to hurt her. He would try reasoning with her first. He continued his sensuous molding of her beautiful tits even as she tried to push him away.
"You have to make a choice, Bea," he said. "If I can't have you, I'll make it with Pam and Lou, rather than go without."
"Oh, Tony, no!" She began to cry again.
"Make up your mind," said Tony softly, rubbing her stiff nipples with his thumbs, "you or them. If I can have you, I'll leave them alone. Otherwise...." He trailed off, leaving her to her own conclusions.
Desperately Bea debated. Incest was a horrible thing, and yet it seemed even worse to expose Tony freely to the corrupting influence of his two aunts. If she wanted to save him from that, and also from Lou's certain efforts to involve him with alcohol and drugs, she would have to meet his demand. Which was worse? At least if she gave in to him, she could keep him under her own influence and have some control over him. If she allowed him to become involved with her sisters, he would quickly become unmanageable/immune to his power.
"Tony!" she sobbed. "Do you promise, on your honor, that if I-If you have me, you'll never make love to your aunts again?"
"Yes!" cried Tony. "I promise!" He was so desperate to have her, he really believed his own words.
With a sob, Bea rolled out from under him and removed her nightgown. Anything, she concluded, would be better than giving him to Lou and Pam. She lay down again, and Tony, shaking violently with excitement, knelt between her legs. Bending low, he kissed the soft hair of her mons, thinking she was the most beautiful and desirable woman he'd ever know. Weeping, she opened her long lovely legs wide for him, offering no more resistance.
Tony sank onto her body, feeling her stiff nipples against his chest, and kissed her. "Don't cry any more, Bea," he said huskily. "It's going to be all right. It's going to be wonderful, believe me....
Bea felt her son's stiff little boyfuck stick gliding slowly into her fluttering cunt. For one last desperate moment her mind rebelled, and she thought, It's still not too late, I can still refuse. But then his little cock was all the way in her, lodged to the root of his immature but wonderfully hard cock, and her starved body responded eagerly to his swift horny jabs, her pussy creaming heavily, her hips moving to his rhythm. God, how she wanted him, how she needed him! With a hoarse moan, she threw her arms around him and clung to him, happily, fiercely.
"Oh, darling," she wailed, "yes, do it, do it just like that, hard, fast! I need it, Tony, I need it-Ahhhhh!"
"Mother!" sighed Tony.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Hank Digby had to leave the poker game in the bunkhouse and go for a walk. He had a hard-on that wouldn't quit, and the boys had been razzing him about it all evening, till he couldn't take it any longer. They'd been very curious, too, about how his face had gotten all scratched up, and they'd refused to settle for his joke about meeting up with a wildcat. Their questions set him to thinking more and more about Bea, which only made his erection more persistent and painful. He hoped the night air would cool him off.
But after a couple of cigarettes and a few turns around the yard, he was feeling hornier than ever.
He could look up at the second floor of the ranch house and see Bea's lighted bedroom window. He wouldn't be disturbing her sleep, then, if he went to talk to her. Something had to be done, he couldn't go on like this, wondering from day to day how she felt about him, whether or not she'd ever let him make love to her again. Hank made up his mind. He would go right then and ask Bea to marry him. If she said yes, his problems would be solved. If she said no, he'd quit his job and go far away, try to forget her, although he sensed that it would be a long time, if ever, before he got Bea out of his blood. But at least there would be no more uncertainty, and it was the uncertainty that he found so hard to take.
Hank entered the house and hurried upstairs, but when he knocked at Bea's door there was no answer. That worried him, and he decided to investigate. The room was empty, although her bed had been slept in. Where had she gone? Hank started down the hall, listening for her voice, and then he heard it. Plainly he heard Bea, her voice a little warmer and huskier than usual, saying, "Yes, darling, yes...."
Hank stiffened. His heart seemed to stop. Without allowing himself to think, he followed the sound of her voice to the door of Tony's room. Swallowing hard, he knelt and looked through the keyhole. He went white. It wasn't a nightmare, although he wished desperately that it was. He could plainly see Bea making love to her own son.
In a moment Hank stood up and walked slowly downstairs. He went into the kitchen, turned on a light, and took a bottle of bourbon from the cupboard. Not bothering with a glass, he unscrewed the cap, flung it away, and took a long pull right from the bottle. He didn't even feel the stuff burn as it went down. It was going to take a lot more booze than that to affect him, after what he'd just seen. Noisily he pulled out a chair and sat down at the kitchen table, put his boots up on the tablecloth, and went on drinking in deep, greedy swallows. Ten years he had loved Bea, wanted her, waited for her, admired and respected her, only to discover that she was a dirty-minded slut who'd fuck her own kid. He laughed bitterly and raised the bottle to his lips.
"Hey, leave some for us, will you?"
"And take your dirty boots off the table!"
Hank looked up and saw Lou and Pam entering the kitchen, dressed in frilly negligees. "Evening, ladies," he drawled, taking another drink of bourbon.
"Christ, you're greedy!" said Lou. "We were hoping for a nightcap, but at the rate you're going, we'll have to settle for milk!" She pulled out a chair and sat down.
"No sweat," said Hank, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "There's another bottle in the cupboard."
Pam, still standing, sniffed haughtily. "Perhaps you didn't hear me," she said. "I told you to get your boots off the table."
Hank lazily lifted one foot and looked at the little pile of debris on the cloth. "Yep," he said, "that does look like horse shit. I'm awful sorry." He put his foot down on the table again, drank from the bottle, and then said angrily to Pam, "I wanta tell you something, you snooty little bitch. I get awful tired of you, and so do the rest of the boys. You act like you're a goddamned princess, like you're too good even to wipe your feet on us, and you ain't even the boss around here. Well, you're not gonna order me around tonight! There's times when a man needs to put his feet on the table and get drunk, and it happens to be that time for me. I intend to sit here, any way I wanta sit, and drink till I pass out. And if you don't like it, you can go fuck yourself."
Pam's mouth was hanging open. At last she managed to stammer, "You animal! You-"
"Oh, shut up, Pam," said Lou. "Hank's right, it's sickening the way you put on airs all the time. Even I get tired of it. And I could tell a few tales about you, darling, especially after tonight. Why don't you be a good girl and just fix us some drinks?"
Pam got the message. She couldn't bear to be humiliated in front of this man, as she certainly would be if Lou started talking about their session with Tony. Glaring but silent, she went to the cupboard and made drinks for Lou and herself, then sat down at the table, well away from Hank.
"Well, here's to you, ladies," said Hank, raising the bottle, taking a long swallow, and belching. Pam reddened, but Lou only grinned.
"Care to tell us why you're getting so royally drunk," she asked, "or is it a secret?"
"Nope," said Hank, swaying a little, "it ain't no secret. I'm disillusioned, that's my problem. Finally seen the world as it really is. Terrible shock. Had to rush straight for the bourbon."
"Well," replied Lou, "it took you long enough! How old are you-around forty? Most people realize what a shitty place the world is long before that. I think I knew it when I was four. You're remarkably naive."
"Yep," said Hank, belching again. "I'll be forty next month, matter-of-fact, and only now is the veil torn from my eyes, as they say." He waved the bottle precariously and began singing, off key, "Happy birthday to me! Happy-"
"Sssshh!" hissed Pam. "You'll wake up Bea, and she'll raise hell."
Hank looked at her in a peculiar way. "Oh, I don't think there's any danger of that," he said. "No danger of waking up the boss lady. Know it for a fact." In fact, he thought drunkenly, she ought to be sleeping quite soundly by now, one always does after a good fuck.
Lou studied him while she sipped her drink. For a long time, almost since the day she arrived at the ranch, she had been trying to seduce him, with no success at all. It wasn't that she found Hank any more attractive than the other men. It was just that Lou always wanted what she couldn't have, just as a child tires of its own toys and finds friends' toys somehow more attractive. Lou couldn't bear to have a man turn her down, and she couldn't rest until she'd conquered Hank's resistance. She didn't know why he refused to make love to her, and she didn't much care. Over the years she'd grown steadily angrier at him, more and more resentful, but she could discard those feelings in a second if there was a chance of seducing him. And tonight might very well be her chance. She'd never known Hank to get drunk before, and she sensed that intoxication would make him vulnerable and horny, as it did so many men. Smiling, but cold and watchful as a deadly snake, she waited her chance. And when Hank's eyes began to stray to Pam's tits, to Lou's scantily covered thighs, she knew it was the right moment.
"These chairs are hard on my ass," she remarked, leering at him. "Why don't we take a bottle and go up to my room where we'll be more comfortable?"
"Okay by me," Hank said and shrugged. "One place is as good as another for getting drunk."
They started upstairs, and Pam tagged along, apparently not understanding Lou's intentions. Lou didn't mind. She liked an audience, it added to her excitement. And it would be fun to shock poor prim little Pam. Gaily, she flung open the door of her bedroom and watched, grinning appreciatively, as Hank stared at her circular bed, covered in red velvet.
"Well, I'll be darned!" he said and laughed. "I heard tell there was such a thing as round beds, but I never seen one before."
"I think it's vulgar and pretentious," said Pam.
"I think you're fulla shit," replied Hank, "but you got a mighty nice ass." He pinched it to prove his point.
"Well!" cried Pam, jumping away from him. "You've got your nerve! I think I'll just go to bed, Lou. This is really too much."
"Now, now," said Lou, taking her hand and leading her to the bed, "just calm down, have a drink. Hank was only teasing. I'll see that he behaves. You sit on this side of the bed, and, Hank, you sit on the other side. I'll sit between you to protect you from each other. Everybody satisfied?"
Pam grudgingly sat down and accepted a drink. Hank laughed. He was feeling devil-may-care, now that he'd had enough liquor to dull his shock. Not that he'd forgotten his bitterness. On the contrary, he was operating solely on bitterness now, getting stinking drunk on purpose, consorting with Bea's two sisters, whom he ordinarily despised. If Lou wanted to flirt with him, fine. He might even give the old gal a roll in the hay. She wasn't bad looking, and he no longer felt any compulsion to be faithful to Bea. As for Pam, if he insulted her, if she complained to Bea, he didn't give a shit. He couldn't go on working here anyway, and tomorrow, if Bea didn't fire him, he'd quit. He had nothing to lose. Tonight he'd do any damned thing he pleased.
"Just to show I'm a gentleman after all," he announced, "I'll take off my boots before putting my feet on your pretty bed."
"Take off anything you like," Lou purred. "But you better let me hold that bottle. You're none too steady right now, pardner."
Hank obligingly handed her the bottle, tugged off his boots, and stretched out on the bed with a sigh. "This is the life!" he said. "Velvet beds, plenty of hooch, two beautiful girls!" He leered at them.
Pam glared, but Lou laughed and said, "You like girls, Hank? I would never have known. I've never seen you with a girl before."
"Like girls?" he snorted, snatching the bottle from her. "I love 'em! You oughta see me in action, lady, every Saturday night in town. There ain't a female left standing after Hank Digby gets through."
"Darling, surely you exaggerate," said Lou dryly. "I don't doubt your prowess, but you're only human."
"Listen," said Hank, leaning toward her confidingly, "you ain't heard nothin' yet. A couple years back, there was this little blonde moved to town, tits as big as watermelons, and an ass like-"
"Please!" Pam shuddered. "No vulgar stories!"
"Pamela," said Lou, sighing, "you're the biggest drag west of the Mississippi. Maybe in the whole western hemisphere. Let Hank tell his story."
"Not now," said Hank, pretending to pout. "My feelings are hurt. I'm just gonna shut up and drink."
"Ohhhh, poor baby!" Lou cooed.
"Wanta make me feel better?" Hank leered, putting his hand on her knee.
Lou leered back at him, feeling a strong sense of triumph. At last, after five years' campaigning, she was about to conquer Hank Digby's resistance to her charms. All the other men had been so easy; only Hank had held out, looking at her always with a kind of absent-minded contempt, as if he were too good for her, or perhaps loved a woman who was far superior to her. But that was over. She would add Hank to her stable of studs, prove that he was no different from any other man. She even hoped he was lousy in bed, so she could sneer at him for a change. On the other hand, she was getting pretty excited at this point, and she didn't want him to fail entirely.
"How can I make you feel better?" she purred, making no attempt to remove his hand from her knee.
Hank leaned even closer, in drunken confidence, and whispered, "If we could get rid of baby sister there, you and I could have some fun."
Lou had completely forgotten about Pam. She giggled and whispered back, "Oh, let her stay. She'll be shocked shitless, and it's always fun to watch Pam when she's shocked. Who knows? If she's had enough to drink, you might even get a little action from her, too."
Hank shrugged. "Okay by me. Right now he wouldn't have cared if the whole scene took place in Madison Square Garden. Ordinarily a modest man, one who liked to keep private things private, he was presently consumed with anger and bitterness, feelings which were strangely combining to make him horny. He sensed that a good hard fuck would at least exhaust him and allow him to sleep, a goal the bourbon did not seem to be accomplishing. He didn't care who he fucked, Lou or Pam or both, so long as he got his rocks off. He grinned and slipped his hand up Lou's negligee, quickly moving it all the way to her slit. The flesh was hot and puffy and juicy, testifying to her arousal. He began to wonder if all the hired men's stories were true, that Lou was a hellcat in bed, an extremely inventive and passionate woman. He hoped so. He needed something like that right then, to take his mind off Bea, if such a thing was possible.
Lou smiled serenely as he rubbed and explored her creamy pussy. Quite calmly she took the bottle of bourbon from him and handed it to Pam, saying lightly, "Have another drink, darling, I've been neglecting you."
"What? Oh, thanks." Pam, who had been daydreaming, accepted the bottle and took a long slow drink before handing it back to her sister.
Pam was getting drunk, drunker than she'd ever been in her life, and with the blotting out of her usual defenses and inhibitions, she was realizing some unsuspected truths about herself. She saw that in her life-long ambition to secure a rich and prominent husband, she had given no thought at all to what kind of lover such a man should be; she had completely disregarded the all-important question of sex in marriage. She now understood, two years after the event, why she had sought a divorce. It was, she told herself with a giggle, simply because I wasn't getting any fucking. Her husband had been an old man, faltering in his powers, and even Pam's best efforts eventually failed to help him achieve an erection. She had been, without knowing it, starved for sex.
Well, she decided, she wouldn't make that mistake again. She still wanted to marry a rich, important man, but this time she'd either find one her own age or she'd take lovers secretly. Lovers ... the word set her to thinking of Tony and his magnificent young body. Her cunt grew hot and aroused.
"My goodness!" Lou was tittering. "After all you've had to drink, I'm astonished! What a nice surprise." She had laid her hand on the crotch of Hank's jeans and was delighted to discover a very stiff erection.
"So what're we waitin' for?" leered Hank, beginning to unbutton his shirt.
"Darling," sighed Lou, "show a little finesse! Anybody can make love, but how many can do it with style? I've got an idea. Why don't you put on a little show for us? Make a gesture for female emancipation? Get up and give us a little strip show, Hank."
Hank thought it was a silly idea, but he was feeling rather silly. Grinning, he got off the bed and, staggering and weaving, walked to the center of the room where the women had a good view of him. Lou laughed, clapped her hands, and began to hum a sensuous tune, while Hank, with exaggerated motions, began to take off his clothes.
"What's happening?" said Pam drunkenly. "Why's he doing that?"
"Where have you been, dear?" giggled Lou. "Hank's consented to put on a little show for us. Just sit back and enjoy. I have a feeling it'll be well worth your attention."
Accustomed to taking orders from her eldest sister, Pam obediently folded her hands in her lap and gazed at Hank. Lou's attention was more avid. Her eyes were wide and feverish, she licked her lips, and she found her hand straying down to toy with her clit. Being the object of their undivided attention seemed to encourage Hank, who now removed his clothing with the elaborate gestures of a professional stripper. Somehow he even managed to inject grace and sensuality into the removal of his socks. Maybe I got into the wrong line of work, he told himself crazily.
Although both sisters had reason to dislike Hank, Pam because he belonged to an inferior social class, Lou because he had rejected her for so long, neither could help admiring his powerful body. His naturally husky and virile physique had been improved by long years of labor outdoors, so that every muscle was taut and boldly out-lined. His broad shoulders, narrow hips, flat belly, and hair-matted chest and limbs were the epitome of masculinity. Both sisters emitted a low gasp as he removed his shorts: his erect cock seemed a monstrous, brutal thing, too large and long for a woman to receive. In Pam it produced fright, but in Lou it generated mindless, eager lust. Never, she told herself excitedly, had she seen such a gigantic fuck tool.
"Darling," she cooed to the naked Hank, "come here. That was a great performance, but I want a closer look now."
Hank obediently trotted over to the bed and climbed up beside her, then thought better of it. "I wanta sit in the middle now," he said childishly. "It's my turn. That is, if her royal highness don't mind." He leered at Pam.
"I'm not afraid of you," she said haughtily.
"Good," replied Hank. "Then you won't mind-if I sit next to you." He scrambled across Lou, eased her over a little, and plumped himself down snugly between the two sisters. His huge cock wagged stiff and thick, pointing at the ceiling, oozing creamy droplets from its purple tip. Both women caught themselves gawking at it.
Then Lou giggled. "Well, here we are! How cozy! What else are you going to do to entertain us, Hank?"
"Weeeell," he drawled, "I kinda thought you might entertain me now. It's only fair."
"Like this?" Lou slowly drew her gown off over her head.
"Yep," said Hank, licking his lips, "that's what I had in mind." As she tossed the gown aside, he seized her small round tits and began playing with them, but Lou laughed and pushed his hands away.
"I'm doing the entertaining now, remember?" she asked and smiled. "Here's a little number I think you'll enjoy." She scrambled between his legs, Hank snorting and quickly making room for her, then seized his enormous oozing cock and noisily lapped up its cream. Opening her mouth as Wide as she could, Lou began sucking in the monstrous tool, disappointed to discover that she could take in only half its length but nevertheless powerfully excited by its size and strong flavor. She sucked noisily, juicily, drawing in her cheeks and creating vigorous action with her tongue. At the same time her small deft hands found his bloated balls and began tickling and pumping them.
"Ahhhhh, Jesus!" moaned Hank, flushing deeply with lust. "That's it, little lady! Suck that meat! Sheeeee-it, yeah!"
Pam was disgusted with her sister's behavior, yet she found she could not tear her eyes away from the scene. Really, Lou had such dreadful taste in men, bedding down with all these uncouth and illiterate ranch hands! She was, in Pam's opinion, no better than an animal-that is, no better than the men she fucked. Yet it could not be denied that Lou got maximum pleasure out of life, while she, Pam, was forced to wait for years till a suitable man came along, one to whom she could bear to offer herself. It didn't seem fair. Right then Pam was so horny she could hardly sit still, but she did not dare seek out Tony, not tonight. Bea had been terribly angry, and it would be best to wait a while, till she had cooled down and was off guard, before approaching the boy again. But what was she to do in the meantime? She needed a man NOW. Hank Digby was obviously more than willing to take on both the sisters, but Pam's mind recoiled from the idea. The man was nothing but a manual laborer, with no polish or status or education. She could hardly consider him. But somehow it was dizzyingly exciting to watch Lou suck his enormous cock. Pam took another long drink drom the bottle of bourbon, without removing her eyes from the lewd scene.
"Hey, princess, why don't you get undressed, too?" Hank asked her. "Join the fun." He was grinning fiercely, beginning to breathe hard, as Lou continued her noisy blow-job.
Pam only cast him a cold glance. But Lou briefly discontinued her work to ask, "What's the matter, Pam? Afraid? Or isn't your figure as good as mine?"
This remark stung Pam into action. "My figure is better than yours, any day!" she snapped. "And I'll prove it!" Quickly she pulled off her negligee and tossed it on the floor, turning defiantly to Hank for his opinion.
Hank grinned delightedly and gave a low whistle. "Mighty nice," he said, reaching out to fondle her lovely firm breasts. "Mighty nice, indeed!"
Pam flinched at his touch, for his hands were rough and callused, but did not order him away. She had to show that she was just as attractive as Lou, just as sexy and desirable. Fortunately his attention was soon distracted, and he let her go.
"Say, Miss Lou," he gasped to the furiously sucking woman, "unless you want a mighty early breakfast, you better let up there!"
Lou raised her head and grinned mischievously. "Thanks for warning me, cowboy. I've got other things in mind for this nice big tool of yours."
"I'll go along with that," panted Hank, "if you mean what I think you do." His cock felt ready to explode, and he looked forward to a tight juicy cunt to put it in.
But Lou, always looking for variations and new thrills, eluded his horny grasp and suggested, "Why don't you take Pam first? I'd get a kick out of watching."
"Me?" gasped Pam, reddening. "You must be out of your mind! I'm just a spectator. I wouldn't dream of doing it with-with-"
"An animal like me," supplied Hank, turning dark with anger. "That's what you meant to say, ain't it, you snooty little bitch? Well, I'm as good as you are, lady, and I've had all I can take from you. I've gotta mind to fuck you right now, that oughta take you down a peg or two."
Pam glared and started to move away from him, but Lou grabbed her wrist, laughing. "Pam, dear, I think Hank's idea is excellent. You are such a snob, you know. You could use a lesson in manners." As Lou spoke, as she observed the horrified expression on Pam's face, her cunt boiled and spat its juices out to wet her thighs. She admitted frankly to herself that she wanted to see her baby sister raped. It would be a brand-new experience, a real kick.
"Let me go!" cried Pam. "I have no intention of taking part in any orgy! I'm going to bed!"
"She's not being very cooperative, is she, Hank?" purred Lou. "I think we'll just have to make her cooperate, don't you?"
"Sure looks that way," leered Hank, reaching out and seizing Pam's legs. He pulled her to the center of the big bed, forced her legs apart, and wedged his knees between them.
"Get away from me, you pig!" hissed Pam, flailing wildly at him with her fists. "Don't you dare touch me!"
Hank easily dodged her blows and said to Lou, "Hold her arms. I can handle the rest of it."
Lou instantly obeyed, getting behind Pam and pinning her arms. "You're a naughty girl!" she chided, grinning. "Hank just wants to do something nice for you, and you're being very rude!"
"Lou, please!" Pam began to whimper. "Don't let him do it!"
"What's the matter," sneered Hank, "afraid I'll get your cunt dirty?" As Pam moaned and protested, he maneuvered himself farther up between her soft thighs and wedged the bloated, creaming head of his thick prick into the small quivering mouth of her cunt. "Hell," he exclaimed, "she's dry as a bone! I'd skin myself goin' in there! I think she needs a little warmin' up."
Pam gave a shocked moan as Hank suddenly dipped his head between her tender thighs, and she felt his long rough tongue snaking swiftly up her cunt....
CHAPTER NINE
At precisely that moment, Bea woke with a start. It was her younger sister's startled cry that had awakened her, but she was too groggy to realize that. The room was pitch black. She couldn't see a thing, but she knew vaguely that something was terribly wrong. A weight pinning her down ....
My God, who is it? Still half asleep, she was aware of a male body on top of her, a flaccid but deeply embedded prick resting in her warm cunt. She tried to remember. Hank? No, she was familiar by now with his weight and his thickly matted chest. This body was lighter, hairless, slim. ... Oh, no, she thought suddenly. Please, no!
But it had to be. Even though she couldn't see him in the darkness, she recognized her own small son from the silky smoothness of his skin, his fresh boyish scent, and the way he cuddled in her arms like a sleeping child. His small hot balls rested snugly between her thighs, and his uncallused hands cupped her tits possessively. It all came back to her now, her surrender to his demands, her wild pleasure as his cock entered and fucked her.... Bea began to weep with shame.
She hadn't meant to respond to him like that. Although she'd decided that it was better to give herself to him than to risk his corruption by her sisters, she hadn't meant to do it so passionately, hadn't meant for him to see how much she enjoyed it. Her idea had been to lie there passively, radiating disapproval, making him understand how wrong it was. But her hungry body had completely betrayed her. She had embraced him joyfully, howled and shrieked her pleasure, told him how good it was. Could she ever forgive herself? She wanted to die of shame because of the deep and terrible disgust she felt for herself. Really, wouldn't that be the best solution now? To die, to remove her evil influence from his life once and for all?
A few moment's reasoning persuaded her, however, that as much as she wanted to die, it would be a cruel thing to do to Tony. He loved and needed her, she knew that now, and her suicide would fill him with unbearable guilt, for surely he would know that he was the primary cause. There had to be some other solution. She could not abandon him, and yet she could not continue this incestuous relationship-it was all wrong, she should never have consented to it in the first place. But what to do? She needed to think. Above all, she needed to be away from him for a few hours in order to think clearly.
Very gently and carefully she eased her body out from under his sleeping form. His small limp prick slipped from her cunt, and to her enormous relief she felt not the slightest twinge of regret or desire. That was one thing, anyway, she was cured of her ridiculous passion for the boy, cured by shock and self-loathing. Never would she succumb to him again in mindless desire. She knew now that she needed a man her own age, a real and mature lover. But that could not concern her now. She must think of one thing only, Tony's future.
Bea left the room noiselessly and tiptoed down the hall to the bathroom, wanting to bathe away every trace of his scent, any reminder of her terrible act. But as she passed Lou's bedroom, her attention was caught by peculiar noises, a sucking and slurping sound. Good God, it must be after midnight! Didn't Lou ever rest? Probably she was having another session with Jimmy, her current favorite. Bea sighed wearily and was about to pass on, when a masculine voice caused her to stand stock still and listen more closely. It wasn't Jimmy's voice, but another, much better known to her. Pale and trembling, she knelt at the keyhole and observed the scene on the bed. Then, with a low cry of agony, she got up and fled to her room.
Hank and her sisters! She could hardly believe it, but she had witnessed it with her own eyes. Hank Digby, who had always seemed to her such a decent man, the one man on the ranch immune to her sisters' decadent allure. She had thought he loved her, so what was he doing with Lou and Pam? Had he been deceiving her all these years? Or had she driven him into her sisters' arms by her coldness? She didn't know. She only knew that she felt miserable and abandoned. Dear God, she loved Hank! That was clear to her now, when it was too late. The one man who could have helped her, who could have given her everything she neededunselfish love, marvelous sex, a good father for her son-was lost to her now. Bea threw herself on her bed and cried herself to sleep....
Never had Pam experienced such exquisite pleasure. Hank ate her greedily, roughly, lewdly, and she was enjoying every second of it. His lips, tongue, and teeth raped her clit, labia, and cunt, making her moan and writhe and cream furiously. To hell with his social status, she wanted him to ball her! Yet a last vestige of pride kept her from saying so. She did not voice her pleasure or beg for the thing she needed and wanted so badly.
But her older sister wasn't fooled. Lou clearly recognized Pam's violent lust and sought to use it to her own profit. A wicked but delightful scheme came to her. "She's ready," she told Hank. "More than ready. But so am I. You'll have to take care of us both at once."
Hank raised his head from between Pam's legs and grinned in disbelief. "Well, I sure as hell wish I could do that," he told Lou, "but I only got one cock."
"You just watch," said Lou. "I'll show you how."
While Hank and Pam watched, astonished, Lou straddled her sister's body, on hands and knees, so that her swinging breasts grazed Pam's stiff nipples and her slim white ass was presented to Hank's face.
"There!" she chirped. "See how easy? Fuck her and eat me!"
Hank chuckled appreciatively. Everything the boys said about Lou was true, she had a fantastic hunger and imagination when it came to sex. "Okay, ladies," he growled, "hang on! I never tried anything like this before, but I sure intend to do the best I can!"
Lou wailed blissfully as Hank's rough tongue snaked deep into her burning cunt. Pam waited a little nervously to see what would happen next. The whole scene disgusted her, but she was too horny to object. Then she felt the incredibly thick, hard head of Hank's prick nosing into her small cunt, and she gave a little moan of excitement. God, how she needed that! As his gigantic tool pushed steadily into her, she squealed and panted and bucked her hips. She felt hot breath on her cheeks, and she opened her eyes to find Lou's face only a few inches from hers. Lou grinned obscenely and whispered, "Enjoying yourself, little sister?"
"Ooooooo!" squealed Pam. She didn't care how Lou taunted her, didn't give a damn for anything but Hank's brutally pounding cock. But her further moans were suddenly stifled as Lou brought her mouth down and kissed her hungrily, working her hot tongue into her sister's mouth, connecting all three bodies now in a chain of tongues and cock....
It was nearly dawn. Hank wandered in the cold, deserted yard, smoking, wide awake, full of wonder at himself. It had been one hell of a fuck, all right, like nothing he'd ever experienced before, and no doubt wilder than anything he'd ever know again. So why did he feel empty, depressed, and disgusted?
It wasn't just the fact that he was beginning to feel the worst hangover of his life. It wasn't only that, now the passion was over, he recognized how deeply Lou and Pam disgusted him with their aimless and selfish pleasure-seeking. No, it was much more than that. It was Bea, damn it, it was still Bea. He loved her, he couldn't drive that feeling from his mind. Now that his shock and anger had passed, he understood why she had been driven to her son's arms. She was a troubled, confused woman, deeply disturbed in her attitudes about men and sex. Years of self-denial, years of cruel deprivation, had led at last to the inevitable explosion, and once conquered by her lusts, she had accepted satisfaction wherever she could find it. He understood that, and, knowing Bea, he realized how sick and guilty she would feel afterward. He'd done some pretty low things in his life, too, and he could understand and forgive. The only question was, did she love him or had he lost her to Tony? The boy was nearly a quarter of a century younger than Hank, and he was brighter, handsomer, fresher, in every way more attractive. He'd had the education Hank lacked, and he possessed a natural, easy charm with women. He was only a kid, yet he made Hank feel like a clumsy clod. How could he compete with this young rival? Hank did not dislike the boy. Indeed, at work he found Tony willing, able, and pleasant. But when it came to Bea, that was different-there they were enemies, whether they liked it or hot. For everyone's sake-Bea, Hank, Tony-Hank had to come out the winner.
He flung away his cigarette and headed for the bunkhouse. Tomorrow, after he'd rested a little, he would have a showdown with Bea. He sensed that she was headed for disaster, and that only he could save her. If she refused his help-well, he'd go away without whining or begging, and maybe someday he'd get over her. But he wouldn't give up without a fight.
CHAPTER TEN
Tony awoke feeling refreshed and triumphant. Lolling in the warm bed, he thought with immense satisfaction of all the things that had happened since his arrival at the ranch. He'd not only lost his virginity, he'd fucked every woman in the house, including his mother. He felt smug, powerful, ready to lick the world. Oh, he had promised Bea that he'd leave his aunts alone, but he had no intention of keeping that promise. Why the hell should he? He was going to have all the fun he wanted, and that included having as many women as possible. Just thinking about it gave him a stiff cock-stand, and he jumped out of bed and swaggered naked to his mother's room.
Bea was still sleeping soundly. Tony grinned and climbed under the covers, gently lifted her nightgown up over her soft white buttocks, and lay down on her warm fragrant body, wriggling his legs between her thighs. Bea woke, startled and confused, but Tony didn't feel like pausing for an explanation. Ruthlessly he jammed his stiff little prick into her cunt and began fucking her.
"Who-?" Bea cried. Twisting her neck, she saw Tony, eyes closed, face flushed, his mouth twisted in a grimace of pleasure. "Tony, for God's sake!" she cried. "You might at least have asked!"
He only laughed, briefly, harshly. Bea sank down on her face and wept. So this was how it would be, now that she'd given in to him! He thought only of his own pleasure, cared nothing about how she felt. The stiff angry jabs of his horny little prick continued, but Bea felt nothing. It was some relief to know that she didn't desire him any more, that she would never lust for him again. But her relief was far outweighed by her sadness. Tony was quite simply turning into a little animal, and it was her fault.
"Ahhhhhhh!" Tony cried out, pumping his seed into her cunt in long, burning streams. No sooner had he caught his breath, than he pulled his cock out of her cummy pussy and went off, whistling, to dress for breakfast. His corruption is complete, Bea thought dismally, and I managed it all by myself.
The day passed slowly, miserably, and although Bea was busy every minute with her usual chores, she hardly noticed what she was doing, saw nothing around her. Bitterly she thought how clear everything seemed. She should have married Hank ten years ago, Hank or some other good, decent man. Then she would not have suffered this uncontrollable outburst of stored-up lust and need, the violent explosion of feeling which had led her to take the wrong course with Tony. She should never have let him touch her, let alone sleep with her. She should have taken a firm hand with him, confined him to the activities and pleasures suitable for a boy his age. But now that she realized all those things, it was too late. Tony was ruined, and she had lost Hank. She hadn't the faintest idea where to go from there.
The scene at dinner added to her misery. Far from keeping his promise of the night before, Tony flirted openly with Lou and Pam, cracking dirty jokes, leering at them, and her sisters were only too happy to answer his behavior in kind. It was ugly and embarrassing, and she prayed Hank wouldn't catch on. If he knew how badly she had mishandled her son, he would never respect her again. But is that really important any more? she wondered sadly. Hank had grown tired of waiting for her, turned his attentions to her sisters. Suddenly she felt powerful anger toward Lou and Pam. They might take Hank away from her, but she'd be damned if she'd let them have Tony!
When dinner was over and Hank had gone off to see to the evening chores, Bea curtly ordered her sisters to remain at the table. "I want to talk to you," she said icily. "Tony, go to your room."
Tony looked surprised, but he obeyed. His mother had great authority over him, even if she didn't know it. When he had gone, Bea continued, "Naturally I couldn't help noticing your behavior at dinner. No one could help noticing. But I want you to understand something-you will leave Tony alone. He's too young to get involved with either of you. He's my son, I'm responsible for him, and I'm telling you, once and for all-hands off!"
Lou and Pam stared at her, their faces reflecting surprise, then hostility. "Now, just a damned minute!" spat Lou. "Who the hell do you think you are? You can't tell us what to do! In case you've forgotten, you don't even own this ranch. You boss everybody around, but I'm the one with the money, and when it comes to my life, I'll call the shots. If you don't like it, you can leave."
Bea paled. She had been afraid it would come to this. Lou owned the ranch, three-quarters of it anyway, and although she had never lifted a finger to build the place to its present success, she had the legal right to evict Bea. Everything Bea loved and took pride in, her fine herds, her prize horses, the grueling work of fifteen years, was at stake. Perhaps it was a fit punishment for her sins, perhaps she must lose the ranch because of what she'd done to her son. Grimly, Bea accepted it.
"Very well," she said quietly, "but if I go, I'll take Tony with me. I'll give up the ranch before I'll let you have him. Just remember that. Stay away from my son, or I'll take him away from here."
"Oh, Bea, don't be ridiculous," said Pam. "You've worked hard to develop the ranch, it would be silly to throw it all away over some trivial little thing. We're just having a little fun, that's all."
Bea glared at her and rose from the table. "I don't agree with you, Pam. My mind is made up. Both of you, stay away from Tony." She stalked out of the room.
"Well!" Pam said huffily. "What do we do now?"
"Whatever we want to," replied Lou, lighting a cigarette. "I'm not going to let her run my life."
"But she'll take Tony away!" Pam protested. "She really means it, I can tell. And we can't run this place without her. We'd be out of business in a month. I certainly don't want to mess around with a lot of sheep and horses, and even if I did, I could never manage the place like Bea does. Neither could you."
Lou frowned. "That's true, I didn't think about that. I'd lose my investment, fast. So I suppose we have to keep her around. But, damn it all, we can't let her get away with this! We can't let her tell us what we can do and what we can't do. I think she needs to be put in her place, but good!"
"And how do you propose to do that?" Pam said bitterly. "You seem to want to have your cake and eat it, too. I don't see how that's possible. We need Bea, and if we're going to keep her here, we'll just have to do things her way."
"Not necessarily," replied Lou. Slowly she began to smile, a cold smile that combined hatred and vengeance. "I think I've got an idea. Come on!"
Pam followed her as she hurried upstairs and knocked on Tony's door. He called for them to come in, and when Lou had closed the door behind them, she said, "Tony, darling, we need to talk to you. We think your mother's being very unreasonable about everything, and we have an idea that might change her mind, if you're willing to help."
The boy nodded eagerly....
Bea sat in bed trying to read her account books but unable to concentrate. She had burned her bridges now. If Pam and Lou did not obey her demand to stay away from Tony, she would have no choice but to give up the ranch and take the boy away. She had some money saved, but not enough to support two people for more than a year. Then she would have to start at the bottom again, as a waitress or a typist, working at some low-paying job she hated. It would kill her to lose the ranch. But if she did, it would be her own fault. She supposed it was no more than she deserved.
There was a knock at her door, and Tony entered, hanging his head, looking meek and contrite. He walked over and sat down on the edge of the bed and began to speak. "Bea, I'm really sorry about how I behaved today. I broke my promise to you, but it won't happen again. I'll never have anything to do with Aunt Pam and Aunt Lou, if only you'll forgive me!"
He looked so sad and ashamed, Bea couldn't help reaching out and patting his hand reassuringly. "Of course I'll forgive you, Tony," she said gently. "Nobody's perfect, I understand that. I just wish you could see it my way. Lou and Pam are my sisters, and perhaps I shouldn't speak of them so harshly, but I'm really convinced they're a bad influence for a boy your age. The kind of things they want to do-well," she blushed, "that's for later, when you're grown up. It won't be long till school starts, and then you can date girls your own age. That'll be so much better, don't you think?"
"Sure," Tony lied. Was she nuts? He'd never settle for frustrated groping in parked cars, not now, when he could have real live women to fuck. But he didn't intend to tell Bea his real thoughts. He wanted her to think that he agreed with her, that he would obey her in all things. Only that way could he get her to lower her guard. "You're right, Bea," he went on, lying glibly. "I'll do whatever you say, from now on. But-" his voice went soft and husky, "-you'll keep your promise to me, too, won't you? I have to have that much."
Bea blushed deeply. She remembered only too well her promise that if Tony' stayed away from his aunts, she would let him fuck her. She must have been crazy to make a promise like that, and she had been, crazy with lust, an insane desire which no longer existed. Yet if it was the only way to control him, the only way to defeat her sisters and keep the ranch, then she was powerfully tempted to give in. She no longer lusted for him, but she could endure his love-making if it was the only solution to her problems.
"Yes, Tony," she said faintly. "I'll keep my promise.
Tony could barely keep the glee and triumph out of his smile. She'd fallen right into the trap! Just a few moments more, and if he worked things right, she'd be under their power-his and Lou's and Pam's-for good. They could have all the fuck fun they wanted, and there'd be nothing Bea could do to stop them. He loved her, he admired her, but he wasn't going to let her stand in the way of his pleasures. Now he threw his arms around her and kissed her soft cheek.
"Thank you, Bea," he said softly. "Now everything's perfect. And if you don't mind, I'm gonna hold you to your promise right now."
Bea sighed. She was afraid of that. But if she was going to give herself to him, it really didn't matter where or when. Obediently she pulled down the covers and drew off her nightgown, while Tony quickly undressed, ogling her big breasts as he did so. Then he was snuggled beside her again, playing with her tits and pussy. But she noticed that his small white cock hung limp and floppy. He became aware of her interest, and he said quickly, "Make it hard for me, Bea, please?"
He wished he hadn't rushed things so much. In his eagerness to carry out Lou's plan, he'd hardly had time to get horny, and it made him look kind of silly now, after begging Bea to fuck him. If only she would cooperate!
With a weary sigh, Bea bent over him and began to play with his flaccid little tool. It was a handsome thing, she had to admit that. It snuggled soft and warm and pulsing in her palm, and she gently used her fingers to ease back the wrinkled foreskin and uncover the bright red glans. She knew he was extra sensitive there, and hoping "to get her job done fast, she stuck out her tongue and licked stiffly, teasingly, all around the moist red tip. Tony sighed and trembled with pleasure. Bea bent lower still and applied her tongue to his rosy little balls, licking and tonguing them fast and noisily, so that they jiggled and flopped. Hardly knowing what she was doing, seeking only to complete her ordeal swiftly, she sucked one of his small limp bags into her mouth, sucked it gently, and repeated the action with the other testicle. It worked. In the dizzying joy of having his balls sucked, Tony began to get an erection. He grew hotly excited, filled with perverse longings.
"Now lick my ass!" he demanded breathlessly. "Do it to me there, too, Bea!"
Bea felt shocked and repulsed, but she obeyed, wanting to get his dick completely hard as fast as possible. Cupping his taut ass in her hands, she raised his body till the pure pink pucker of his anus was within easy reach of her tongue, her nose buried in the soft fragrance of his hot little balls. With a shudder, she wriggled the stiff tip of her wet tongue into the tight anal opening, then thrust in deeply, feeling the moist silky lining and the fierce heat of his asshole.
"Ahhhhhh! God, yes!" wailed Tony. He arched his back to make her probing tongue go even deeper into his anus, wondering how such a crazy thing could feel so great. Obediently she lapped and licked deep inside the tight tingling passage, and he felt his cock shoot up straight and painfully stiff. Sensing that she had done her work, Bea removed her tongue from his pungent ass and lowered him to the bed, but he did not remain still for long. Pushing her roughly down on her back, he scrambled on top of her, forced her thighs wide apart, and joyfully wriggled his stiff little cock into her velvety cunt.
Bea lay limp and unresponding beneath him, feeling no excitement, no desire to please, only a listless sorrow as her son snorted and humped in animal delight. But she was not even to be allowed this passivity. In spite of his happy preoccupation, Tony noticed her lack of response, and began to whine, "Come on, Bea, don't just lie there! Move with me! It's so much better that way!"
With a sigh, Bea began to fake the various signs of female response, kneading his shoulders, pumping her hips, flinging one. leg around his heaving back to open her pussy more deeply to him. Anything to make the little fart cum quickly. And when he looked down at her, she feigned an ecstatic smile....
Lou knelt at the keyhole of Bea's bedroom door, unable to resist frigging herself as she watched the scene on the bed. She had to hand it to Tony, he'd carried out his part of the bargain without wasting any time. Lou was rather surprised that Bea had succumbed so easily. Not aware that Tony had ever made love to his mother before, she had expected her repressed, puritanical sister to put up a lengthy struggle. But, hell, she concluded, if I hadn't been balled in fifteen years, I'd probably do it with my own kid, too.
Grinning, she turned to Pam, who was standing close by. "Okay," she whispered, "time for our big scene!" Pam nodded, and Lou flung open the door.
Bea didn't see her sisters until they were standing right over the bed. She was concentrating on giving Tony a good fuck, making him cum quickly, and she was clenching her teeth and pumping her hips for all she was worth. Then suddenly she caught movement out of the corner of her eye, looked, and saw Lou's leering face, Pam's smug triumph. She went limp and cold.
"Oh, no," she moaned. "Oh, God, no!"
Tony was looking down at her smugly, too, even as he continued to fuck her. She understood very quickly. He had lied to her, betrayed her, so that Lou and Pam would be able to catch her in this compromising scene. Her reluctance to make love to Tony would count for nothing in their eyes, since they couldn't tell her feigned passion from the real thing. Vaguely she felt Tony cumming, withdrawing, but her attention was focused on her sisters.
"Well, well," sneered Lou. "So you thought we'd be a bad influence on Tony, huh? Bullshit. What you wanted was to keep him all to yourself."
"Bad influence, indeed!" cried Pam huffily. "I don't know what could be worse then seducing your own son!"
And so on. Pam and Lou delivered bitter speeches about her hypocrisy and immorality, but Bea felt too stunned to become either angry or hysterical. It was no use reasoning with them, telling them the truth, they'd never believe her, didn't want to believe her. The present situation suited their purposes just fine.
"We don't want any more crap from you," Lou summed it up. "We'll do just as we please from now on, and if you don't like it, we'll tell everybody how we saw you fucking your own kid."
No, there was no point in arguing with her sisters. But she still held out some hope for Tony. He was so young, perhaps more open to persuasion. "Tony," she said miserably, "how could you do this? You know it's all wrong! Whatever they have in mind, don't do it! Don't go any farther in this scheme!"
Tony looked at her with a mixture of affection and impatience. "Aw, Bea," he said and sighed, "what's the big deal? We just wanta have a little fun. We had to do this, so you wouldn't wreck our scene. I'm sorry if you're not happy about it-" and his voice clearly reflected his regret, "-but we weren't going to give up everything just because of your silly hang-ups. Why don't you just relax for a change? There's nothing you can do about it now."
Bea stared at him till he lowered his eyes and turned away. Was there any truth in his words? Were they out only for harmless fun, was she being ridiculously puritanical? No, she did not believe it. Tony was wrong, terribly wrong, to pursue this course of self-indulgence with his aunts, but Bea realized there was no way to talk him out of it at present. Then what could she do? Only wait, hoping that some day he would see the light and be open to reason.
Bea lay there like a zombie, paralyzed with shock and grief, but Lou, realizing that her sister did not intend to fight, moved into action. "Well, that's taken care of!" she said and grinned. "Now we can have some fun!"
Quickly she shucked her clothes, and Pam followed her lead. With three attractive naked women at his disposal, Tony positively beamed with smugness, but his small cock was still limp and exhausted from his session with Bea. Lou laughingly bounced it in the palm of her hand. "This'll never do, darling!" she exclaimed. "Somebody'll have to make your little dickie hard again. Who do you choose?"
Tony glanced around. "How about you, Aunt Pam?" he asked and grinned.
Pam grimaced. She considered cocksucking a nasty practice, performed only by whores or women with the mentality of a whore-for instance, her sister Lou. On the other hand, she found it hard to resist anything Tony asked for. She was infatuated with the handsome teenager and willing to do anything to please him.
"Of course, Tony," she said and smiled, crawling onto the bed beside him and gingerly picking up his wobbly little white cock. Perhaps it wouldn't be so bad. There was something pure and inviting about this small hairless organ, so unlike the angry red, intimidating adult article. She tenderly petted the silky warm flesh, hesitantly worked back the foreskin to uncover the bright red moist head. Tony sighed in anticipation of pleasure and lay back on the bed, but still Pam didn't move.
"Come on, come on!" cried Lou impatiently. "If you won't do it, I will!" She licked her lips, showing how impatient she was to have her turn sucking on Tony's sweet little boy fuck tool.
"No!" cried Pam, blazing with jealousy and possessiveness. "He said I could do it!"
And before Lou could say another word, Pam valiantly dipped her head and sucked Tony's small delicious prick into her mouth. The boy gasped delightedly, and she felt his slim body tremble. She wasn't sure just how she felt about it. On the one hand there was her deeply-ingrained prejudice against the act of taking a penis into her mouth-and on the other hand, there was the undeniably delicious taste and texture of his little tool. She found that she liked its delicate weight on her tongue, found sharp pleasure in sucking it. Imitating her older sister, whom she'd observed a few times, Pam drew in her cheeks tightly and began to suck greedily, noisily.
"Well, well," chuckled Lou, "I never thought I'd live to see the day when baby sister would bring herself to suck cock! Hell, she seems to like it!" In her excitement, Lou began frigging herself, playing openly with her clit, oblivious of her audience.
But Bea, observing it all, remained numb and silent, as if she had reached the ultimate in horror and was incapable of feeling any more....
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Jimmy was in a murderous mood. His girl in town had stood him up, and he was horny enough to take on one of the mares. Damn that little whore! She knew he couldn't get away from the ranch till Saturday, and she'd promised to drive out from town and meet him behind the bunkhouse at 8:00. It was almost 9:30 now, and Jimmy knew he'd been left high and dry. What was he going to do? He had a hard-on that wouldn't quit, and he could hardly wait till the weekend to do something about it. Finally he decided there was nothing for it but to go find Lou. He was tired of the old bitch, thoroughly bored with her and longing for a younger, firmer body, but any old port in a storm.
None of the men were permitted inside the ranch house after dark except the foreman, Hank Digby. Rather than risk his job, Jimmy did not try to sneak in the door, but instead scaled the rose trellis that led to Lou's window. He was familiar with this route, having used it many times before in preceding weeks, when he was still hot for Lou. As far as he knew, he was still her current favorite, so there was no danger of finding her with one of the other men. Even if he did, in his present mood he'd be willing to fight the guy to get at Lou, and he was sure he'd win. Panting a little, and cursing when the rose thorns tore his leathery skin, Jimmy quickly made his way to the top of the trellis and peered into Lou's room. Empty! Goddamn it, where was she? There was a little ledge, and he crept along it, checking out the other rooms. Tony and Pam were not in their bedrooms, either. He came to the small balcony off Bea's room and wondered whether to spy or not. Like all the men, he had a healthy respect for the boss lady and did not want to incur her anger. But finally horniness drove him on. He had to know where Lou was.
Very carefully and quietly Jimmy stepped from the ledge to the balcony, crept to the glass doors, and peeked into the room. For a moment he stopped breathing.
"Sheeeee-it!" he exclaimed at last. "If that don't beat all!"
He wouldn't have believed it if somebody had told him about it. Even now, he found it difficult to credit his senses. There was Tony, the boss' kid, no more than fifteen years old, sitting on the bed with his mother and aunts, all of them stark naked. And the kid was getting a blow-job from that snooty Miss Pam, while the others watched! Holy Christ! Lou was frigging herself furiously, that didn't surprise him, but Miss Bea, the stern, cool boss of the ranch, was lying there languidly, permitting the whole thing-and that surprised Jimmy tremendously. Maybe she was drugged or something. Word was that Miss Bea frowned on sex of any sort, and he could hardly imagine her lying back and condoning a scene like this, between the kid and his own aunt.
Even through the glass, Jimmy could hear the loud, lewd noise of Pam's sucking, and it made him even hornier, if that was possible. Damn it all, it just wasn't fair, that skinny kid having all three women! He wasn't old enough, his dick wasn't big enough, to handle all of them. Jimmy gnashed his teeth in jealousy and frustration. They sure needed another man on the scene-why not him? He wasn't invited, he might lose his job, but all he could think of now was getting in on the action. All those hot juicy cunts going to waste, or, at best, stuffed by that puny little boyfuck tool. Damn the consequences, he was going to join the fun! His heart pounding, Jimmy began to tear off his clothes....
"Oh, wow! That's great, Aunt Pam!" squealed Tony. "I think my cock's hard now!"
Jaws aching, Pam left off her sucking, and everyone stared at Tony's immature cock. It was stiff, all right, the foreskin worked all the way back, the red nut oozing cream. Mindlessly, Pam dipped her head again and lapped up his fragrant juices.
"Nice going!" chuckled Lou. "Now we're ready for some real action. Come here, darling." She wickedly rolled onto her hands and knees, presenting her slim little ass to Tony.
"Now, wait a minute!" snarled Pam. "I did the work, and I get him first!"
"Like hell you do!" Lou replied angrily. "This whole plan was my idea! I'm first!"
It looked as if the next step would be a hair-pulling contest, when suddenly a deep masculine voice, full of amusement, said, "Now, ladies, no reason to fight! Plenty of cocks to go around!"
With little screams and gasps of surprise, the women whirled and saw Jimmy stepping through the glass doors from the balcony, completely naked and sporting a gigantic erection. Tony felt his own immature tool wilt in comparison. Jesus, if he could only grow a dick like that! Miserably he resigned himself to letting Jimmy take over-surely the women would prefer an adult lover.
Bea and Pam, acutely embarrassed at having been caught like that, blushed and said nothing. But Lou had never been embarrassed in her life. "You sonofabitch!" she snarled at the grinning Jimmy. "Who invited you? Get the hell out of here!"
Hands on hips, Jimmy made no move to retreat, and his voice was mocking. "Ah, Miss Lou, don't be so mean! I come all the way up here to find you. And you sure wouldn't want everybody in town to hear about this, would you? No reason I shouldn't join in. Seems to me you could use another man. It's up to you, of course. I can go back to the bunkhouse and tell the boys what I saw, or I can stay, and you all can be nice to me."
Lou debated. She didn't like to be fooled or outmaneuvered by anybody, but on the other hand, Jimmy had a point, it would be a lot more fun with two men. She eyed his thick tool, pointing at the ceiling and dribbling eager manfuck juices. Yes, no doubt about it, he could contribute to their fun...."Darling," she purred, "you're right, of course! The more the merrier!"
She patted the bed, and Jimmy, grinning triumphantly, came to sit beside her. Bea watched him listlessly. It seemed to her that nothing could make the scene worse than it was already, and she wouldn't have been surprised if her entire work crew had trotted in sporting hard-ons. Nothing more could happen to humiliate and defeat her-that was already accomplished by her sisters.
Pam's feelings were hardly so numbed, but she could not find words to express her indignation. Red and stammering, she sat helplessly as Jimmy joined the group. It was just like Lou, damn her, to allow one of those dirty ignorant ranch hands to invade their scene! He'd better not try to put his filthy hands on her!
Lou was delighted, now that she'd made her decision. This could be a real kick, if she only organized it right. Looking around at the group on the bed, licking her lips, she pondered how to get the maximum fun out of the situation. She knew from experience that both males were good for more than one round of fucking, and so there was no hurry. ... Suddenly a diabolical idea occurred to her.
"Pam, dear," she cooed, "run and get your camera. I think I've discovered a way to keep our prudish sister off our backs forever."
For once the two sisters were in perfect agreement. Pam caught on quickly, grinned, and hurried from the room. The men were indifferent to the scheme, whatever it was: they were more than ready for action, both of them feverishly caressing Lou's slim body, awaiting her command. Secretly Jimmy hoped he could have a go at the boss lady-maybe a good banging would cure her frigidity, and he was just the boy to give it to her. Unfortunately Tony had the same preference in partners, and he was the first to express it. He quietly slipped his hand from Lou's thigh and transferred it to the soft fur patch of Bea's mons. Jimmy glared at him, moved around to Bea's other side, and began playing with her big beautiful tits.
"Hands off," growled Tony.
"Nuts," snarled Jimmy, glaring at him menacingly. "I want her!"
Lou smiled sadistically, seeing the look of horror that was spreading over Bea's face. "Now, gentlemen," she purred, "there's no need to argue! You can both have her."
"Well, I get to be first, then!" said Tony.
"Like hell," countered Jimmy. "I-" He broke off as the door opened and Pam returned with her camera. Grinning and winking at Lou, she stood by the bed and focused the camera on Bea, ready to begin snapping pictures at Lou's command.
"You can both have her at once," Lou told the snarling males. "I'll show you how. Jimmy, you'll be on the bottom...."
Jimmy quickly understood, lying down on his back and seizing Bea to pull her on top of him. It was only then that Bea's numbed mind took in the full meaning of the situation: both men taking her at once, Pam photographing it all....
"NO!" she screamed, coming alive with horror and defiance. She struggled wildly in Jimmy's embrace, kicking and clawing.
"Tony!" Lou snapped. "Help me hold her!"
With Tony holding Bea's arms and Lou holding her legs, they managed to maneuver the struggling woman into position, atop and facing the panting Jimmy. "Oh, please, no!" wailed Bea. "Not this! Please, Lou, I'll leave the ranch, you can do anything you like with it, just let me take Tony and go away! Don't do this to me!"
No one paid any attention to her. They were all intent on carrying out Lou's wicked scheme. While Lou and Tony held her still, Jimmy, snorting and sweating, managed to jam his bloated stiff cock into the juicy mouth of her resisting cunt. With a loud growl, he pushed with all his strength.
"Oh, no!" wailed Bea. "Ohhhhhh!" She felt the brutal thickness of his hot shaft as he penetrated her fully, his coarse-haired balls sliding to rest between her sensitive thighs.
"I'm in!" he sighed, grabbing her arms and pinning them. "You can let go of her now."
As Bea sobbed and writhed around his thick impaling penis, Lou urged Tony into position behind her. Tony knelt between both pairs of legs, clutching his stiff ready tool, but found her cunt already fully occupied by Jimmy's enormously thick rod. "Hey...." he turned puzzledly to Lou, "I don't see how-"
"Silly boy!" Lou giggled. "Fuck her in the ass!"
Enlightenment dawned. Grinning excitedly, Tony fitted the hard pointed head of his small cock to his mother's tight anus. When Bea realized what he intended, she began to shriek and struggle all the harder.
"No!" she screamed. "This is monstrous! You can't do it! Tony, for God's sake-OHHHHHH!"
Outrage and pain paralyzed her as Tony's slim but rock-hard little penis stung its way deep into her asshole. At the same time, Jimmy began to saw and probe deep in her cunt, and she was stuffed breathless. It couldn't be happening to her, it just couldn't....
"Ready, Pam?" chuckled Lou.
The answer was a rapid clicking of the camera....
CHAPTER TWELVE
Pacing in the yard, steeling himself for a decisive interview with Bea, Hank Digby started as he heard a piercing scream. What the hell? He listened, and it came again, a mournful cry of outrage, pain, and humiliation. And now he recognized the voice. ... Hank raced for the ranch house, threw open the front door, and thundered upstairs.
The pitiful sobbing and wailing continued, loud enough to drown out his footsteps. Hank quickly traced the sound to Bea's bedroom. Kneeling at the keyhole, he took in the scene. This was too much. Whatever she'd done, whatever mistakes she'd made, Bea didn't deserve this! Hank grew red with anger as he watched the double attack on her body, saw Lou grinning in vengeance, Pam busily recording the scene with her camera. He could easily guess how they intended to use those pictures-to force Bea, forever, into the depraved pattern of their sex life.
Hank threw open the door and stalked into the room. His entrance was so sudden and unexpected that everyone was frozen in surprise. Snarling, he grabbed the camera from Pam, threw it to the floor, and obliterated it with his heavy boots. Next he seized Tony by the shoulders and pulled him off Bea's quivering body, sending the boy flying across the room. Gently but quickly Hank rolled Bea off her second attacker, and then he was face to face with Jimmy.
"All right, you sonofabitch!" Hank hissed. "You can force a woman, but let's see how you handle me!
Jimmy, equal in size and strength, and much younger than Hank, sprang to his feet, and the two men circled cautiously, waiting for .an opening. Jimmy struck first, opening a cut above Hank's left eye, but he wasn't cautious enough. Before he could regain his balance, Hank caught him with a powerful blow to the jaw, and Jimmy reeled back, bleeding from his mouth, struggling to stay on his feet. He studied Hank's eyes and read murder in them. He might be Hank's equal in strength, but he knew he could not defeat that emotion.
"Aw, to hell with it!" Jimmy spat. "That frigid bitch ain't worth fighting over!" He turned to Lou and leered at her. "Let's go to your room, baby. You an' me and your sister and the kid. We don't need these two."
Thoroughly intimidated by Hank's fury, Pam, Lou, and Tony slunk out of the room after Jimmy. Hank slammed the door and locked it, then hurried to the bed and cradled Bea in his arms. "Honey," he crooned, "it's all right now. I'll see that they never bother you again."
Bea sobbed and clung to him. Why hadn't she had the sense, long ago, to admit that she loved Hank? Why had she been so foolish and stubborn? Now it was too late. "Oh, Hank!" she wept, "I'm so sorry!"
"Sorry? For what? They forced you. It wasn't your fault." Hank held her tighter, letting one hand stray to her lovely full breasts.
"I mean before that," Bea said miserably. She felt it was only right to confess everything to him. He'd come to her rescue, and he deserved the truth. "Oh, Hank, I've done such terrible things! Tony and I-"
"I know," he interrupted. "You don't have to talk about it. I watched you do it one night."
"Oh, my God!" gasped Bea. "Then you know everything! How can you stand to touch me, talk to me, after seeing a thing like that? To know that I've made love to my own son-"
"Bea." Hank broke in again, giving her a reassuring squeeze. "I'm no saint myself. I understand. The way you've bottled yourself up, trying to live without any love at all-well, it was bound to get to you sometime. You couldn't help yourself. But that's all over now. Isn't it?"
"Oh, yes, yes!" cried Bea. "I don't feel anything with Tony any more. They forced me tonight. But, Hank, what am I going to do? I can't let things go on like this."
Hank chuckled. "Well, now, I think there's a simple solution. Marry me, and let me handle it."
Bea drew back and looked him in the face, her eyes full of wonder and disbelief. "You can't want me," she said slowly, "not after the way I've treated you, not after what I've done."
"Bullshit," said Hank, "if you'll pardon the expression. We're gonna forget the past, Bea. We've wasted too much time already. What do you say? Together we can make a great thing of this ranch. We'll send your sisters packing and run the show our way."
"Oh, Hank, I'd love that!" Bea cried, hugging him. "I can't think of anything I'd like more than to have you for my husband and my partner. But it just isn't possible. Lou owns the ranch, and I don't have the money to buy her out."
"Well, I do," said Hank. She gawked at him, and he laughed, "You don't think a poor ranch hand like me knows how to save his money, huh? Well, I've been investing it, baby, and I've got more than enough to buy out your sister. We'll get rid of her-and Pam-first thing in the morning, just before we drive into town for the marriage license."
Bea sobbed with relief. Everything was coming out right. But there was one difficulty remaining, one problem which perhaps even Hank couldn't solve.
"And Tony?" she asked gloomily.
"It's not too late for him," Hank assured her. "He needs a firm hand, that's all. He has to learn that he can't have everything he wants just by looking charming. I think I can handle him."
Bea knew this was true. Tony respected both her and Hank, and once her sisters were off the scene, she had no doubt that the boy would return to his normal good-natured obedient ways. He would be disappointed at first, no doubt rebellious, but with a combination of firmness and love from her and Hank, Tony could be saved.
"Hank," she said meekly, "I've been such a fool. I guess I've loved you since the day we met, but I was so bitter about men, so afraid of being hurt again. Well, I guess I don't have to tell you that. All I can say is, I'm yours. You call the shots from now on. I'll do anything you want."
"Anything?" he leered, winking at her, starting to unbutton his shirt. "Well, my first command-"
"Never mind!" said Bea. "I know what it is!" Mischievously she unzipped his fly, drew out a painfully stiff cock, and bent down to lap the oozing head.
"Oh, yeah!" sighed Hank. "You get the idea, all right!" He cupped her huge firm tits, delighted to know that they were all his, that her lovely body belonged only to him from now on. "You're not gonna fight me any more?" he said. "No scratching, no kicking, no more wrestling matches in the barn?"
"Don't be silly!" said Bea. "Of course, you might have to fight me off once in a while, I don't think I can ever get enough of you." And as if to illustrate her point, she gave a hungry moan and sucked his huge hot cock into her silky wet mouth.
Hank flopped back on the bed with a contented sigh and watched her suck his meat. "I'm not fightin'," he said and chuckled. "I'd be a fool to fight this!"
Lou's circular bed seemed alive with writhing bodies. Lou herself was making the loudest noises, shrieking her pleasure and clawing the velvet bedspread as Tony's stiff little cock reamed her asshole deeply. The boy panted behind her, delighting in her tightness, while he watched Jimmy furiously humping Pam. At first Pam had resisted the hired man's advances, but her own burgeoning lust had finally overcome her, and with a moan of lewd acceptance, she had thrown her legs open wide to receive him. Now his fat cock was working noisily in her wet depths, and she clung wildly to his sweating body.
The scene gave every appearance of blissful abandon, yet none of the participants was truly satisfied. Shrieks and howls of climax resounded through the room-and immediately afterward, disappointment and regret set in.
Her eyes closed, Jimmy's depleted cock squirming and shrinking in her flooded cunt, Pam experienced disgust with herself and her life. Why in God's name had she wasted two years on this crummy ranch? Her initial hopes of meeting a rich cattleman had long ago been disappointed, and now she was reduced to satisfying herself with an ignorant brute like Jimmy, a man with callused hands and black fingernails. Well, that was over. She'd leave as soon as she could wheedle some money out of Lou. New York, Los Angeles, some big glamorous city-that was the place for her. She wasn't getting any younger, she couldn't waste another day in her search for a rich husband. She didn't care if the guy was eighty and couldn't get it up any more, she'd take him. Falling in love was a load of crap, she knew better than to believe in it. All she wanted was money, lots of money. She envisioned a new life of luxury, going places with an elderly, wealthy husband, and felt a certain emptiness she could not identify or explain. But to hell with it. She knew what she wanted....
Jimmy gazed down at her lazily, noting the tiny but definite beginnings of wrinkles in her handsome face. Shit, this broad must be at least five years older than he was! Why was he wasting his time with a bunch of old crows? There was a sweet little girl in town who had the hots for him, and she was only seventeen. He intended to make it with her on Saturday and had no doubt of his success. Yet even as he anticipated the delicious tightness of her clean young cunt, he knew he'd quickly grow bored with her. And after her, he'd want somebody even younger-while he got older, inexorably older. Where would it all end?
Lou lay flushed and drowsy beneath Tony's sweaty young body, feeling his small drained penis slipping from her asshole. So that was over, now what? It had been fun, but Lou had only to try something once in order to grow tired of it, to yearn for bigger and wilder thrills. Already she was growing tired of Tony. But what next? What could she possibly do that she hadn't done already? Lazily she pondered the possibilities. Her last lover before Jimmy, a hardened and cynical fellow named Ray, had been fond of telling her all his sexual exploits in lurid detail. She recalled now a long-winded anecdote about going to Chicago and seeing a girl make it with a dog. It was a stage show, Ray claimed, the dog a huge beast, a German shepherd or one of those big breeds-Lou didn't know one from the other. Now, however, she grew hot and excited just thinking about it. Christ, what a hit it would be! She'd done everything it was possible to do with men, so why not check out dogs? Yes, she'd find Ray tomorrow, get the name of that club in Chicago. See it, then try it. Lou drifted off to sleep, a smile on her face.
Tony lay snug and sweaty on top of his sleeping aunt, his cock bathed in the tightness of her anus and the steamy bath of his own cum. It had been wild, doing it to Lou that way, and getting to watch Jimmy and Pam at the same time. Why, then, did he feel so depressed and empty? He had everything a boy could want, so what was the matter with him? Why wasn't he happy?
He knew why-it was because of Bea. He felt guilty and ashamed of the way they'd treated her tonight, and above all, he feared he had lost her love. He wouldn't blame her if she hated him after this-yet he couldn't bear the thought that Bea wouldn't love him any more. He felt contempt for his two aunts, realized how empty their lives were. They might want to fuck him, but they could never give him the constant maternal love he wanted and needed. Only Bea could do that, if it wasn't too late. Suddenly filled with regret and panic, Tony crawled off Lou and fled from the room.
He had to make it up to Bea somehow. He was ready to promise anything, ready to give up Pam and Lou forever, if only Bea would forgive him. Sure, he could use his cock like a man, but he wasn't ready to be on his own yet, to do without parental love and protection. Filled with remorse, he hurried to Bea's room-and stopped short as he heard vaguely familiar noises, sounds of sighing, moaning, and creaking bedsprings.
Looking through the keyhole, Tony saw his mother lying beneath Hank Digby, her long legs wrapped around his powerful body, her lovely face glowing with pleasure and happiness. Hank's long white cock was working busily, in and out of her creaming cunt, and if possible he looked even happier than Bea. It was more than erotic pleasure, Tony realized: it was deep love between them. Sadly, Tony rose and walked away to his own room. If any man deserved her love, it was Hank; and he'd be proud and happy to have Hank for a stepfather. He even felt glad for them. But he knew he could never have Bea again. She would be a mother to him, he was grateful for that, but what of his other needs? Having resolved to give up Lou and Pam, he had no woman now.
Sighing, Tony put on his pajamas and went to the window to look out at the moon. He didn't feel at all sleepy, only puzzled and depressed. His eye caught movement on the lawn below, and peering into the dimness he saw a young, very pretty girl standing in the yard and looking up at the house. She was tapping her foot and seemed angry and impatient.
"Hey," called Tony, "can I help you?"
The girl gave a little squeak of surprise, then came closer and looked up at him. "You seen Jimmy?" she asked. "I had a date with him, and my car broke down. I just got here, and I can't find him anywhere."
Tony studied her firm, enticing little body. "To hell with Jimmy," he said. "Why don't you go out with me? We could go riding. It's a beautiful night for it."
The girl cocked an eyebrow at him. Whoever he was, he was very handsome, and she liked his voice, his style. She was also very tired of being pushed around by Jimmy. "Sure," she said and smiled, "why not?"
"Don't go away!" called Tony. "I'll be right down." He was into his jeans and T-shirt and shoes in a matter of seconds, then flew down the stairs, out the door, and found the girl waiting for him. She was even prettier close up. Boldly he approached her and slipped his arm around her waist. "My name's Tony," he said. "Come on, the stable's this way."
"I'm Gloria," she said, trying to look hard to get, but obviously delighted. "And what if I don't want to go riding?"
"Oh," said Tony, squeezing her firm waist, "we'll think of something...."
