All mothers want to help their sons. They want to help them get rich, obtain an education, find a good wife, be happy. Mother-love transcends all, so it is said, and most certainly there are mothers who are more than keen on helping their sons achieve sexual happiness. History and particularly mythology abounds with mothers such as these, who went to the point of actively instructing their sons in the arts of love, the joys of sex. This is the story of such a mother, and of such a son.
This story speaks of the forbidden joys of incestual sex, and of its tragedies. It tells of the awful guilt and the wonderful pleasures of the totally taboo coupling of mother and son. It is a story that has been told many times, for the mother-son incestual affair is endlessly fascinating to the real life mother and the real life son.
It is not a tale, however, of the mother-son coupling on the lofty heights of Mount Olympus. It is a story set in an ordinary town such as yours and mine, a story peopled with simple characters-but characters whose tastes are not so simple.
Panty-fetishism?
Oral-genital fixation?
Nymphomania?
Satyrism?
Water sports?
Lesbianism?
Lingerie-loving?
All these things and more play parts in the so-called normal sexual relationship, in the coupling of unrelated male and female. They can-and do-play important parts in this incestual relationship, this falling in love of mother with son and of son with mother. It is all here, frankly revealed, shockingly but quite believably told in a fiction style that at times is all too real.
But mother-son relationships do not exist forever. Not even the entirely chaste ones. There comes a time in every such relationship when the son becomes a man, the mother becomes a mere woman, and they part company. The man goes to find a life of his own, the woman stays behind to wonder if she has helped him properly. They get together again, of course. She observes his progress in the outside world, and she judges whether she has been a help to him or a hindrance. And this occurs, just the same, when the actively incestuous son returns to his actively incestuous mother.
It occurs in real life; it occurs in the pages of this book. It occurs, and it asks the question-does the mother-son incestuous affair permanently damage, or can it be the beginnings of a good life, sexually, and in every way?
-THE PUBLISHERS
CHAPTER ONE
Betty angrily took off her dress and hung it over the bathroom towel rack. She was just in from her first date in the eight months since her husband had died, and it had been a complete disaster. Her new platform shoes thudded under the sink as she kicked them off. The guy had been after her for weeks, a perfect gentleman all the time, and then he'd suddenly changed into a gorilla. She stripped off her torn panty-hose, wadded them up, and stuffed them in the waste basket. Cocktails, dinner, wine, dancing, feelings of intimacy developing, and then in the last hour he'd ruined it all by doing his level best to rape her. She was still quivering with rage as she pushed down her plain white panties and sat stiff-backed on the cold toilet seat to pee. Her pussy was wet and tight and too tense to let her pee, however. Before he had attacked her, he'd gotten her all worked up and almost ready for anything. If only he'd taken things more slowly, she might at this moment be feeling a nice hard cock sliding up inside her, and as it was, she'd once again be forced to resort to her fingers to calm her down and let her sleep. She glared angrily down past her black-braed tits to her darkly tufted pussy, and at last it began to pee. When she heard the little shuffling sound she looked up, and there was Glen, her only child, standing sleepily in the bathroom doorway with his hard white prick sticking up and out of his rumpled blue pajamas.
Betty didn't know what to do. The noisy clatter of her urine halted and started up again as she sat there motionless and as Glen yawned and swayed in the doorway. He was as sleepy as she was drunk. Sleep is a powerful drug to the fourteen-year-old boy. He probably wouldn't even remember this midnight encounter with his mother in the bathroom. She would remember it, however, for she'd never seen anything so beautiful as his naked prick and she'd never needed one so badly.
A beautiful prick and a beautiful boy. At five-two he was just the same height as his mother, but he was still growing. He had wavy hair like his mother but his was taffy colored and of moderate length while hers was black and fell to below her shoulders. His complexion was as clear as Betty's, but a shade darker. He had the blue eyes of his father, whom she had adored, while hers were green, and he certainly had his father's prick. Much smaller, of course, than the one that had given Betty so many hours of pleasure, but nice and straight, curving upward slightly, uncircumcised, and hard, good and hard. Her pee flowed and her eyelids grew heavy as she gazed straight ahead at it. Oh, if she could only touch it, just with one finger. He'd probably react as if he'd been shot. On the other hand, and more realistically, he'd probably think it was all a part of a wet dream, if he remembered any part of it.
Betty's pee trickled to a stop, leaving her pussy feeling all empty and tingling and throbbing, and she had made up her mind. Smiling warmly, she leaned forward, extended a finger, touched the hot, firm, pink knob of her son's prick and said, "What's this?"
His hips jerked back an inch and he mumbled, "Hadda go to the bathroom."
All by itself her hand curled around it-wonderfully hard and hot-and she drew him closer, laughing now, and saying, "Well, at least you found the right room, sleepyhead." She'd never felt such a hard prick in her life! "I remember once when you were a little boy, you made a mistake and got up in the middle of the night and peed in the hall." He jumped again when she pushed back his marvelously tight little foreskin, and she forced herself to go on talking calmly, smoothly, as if this sort of thing happened all the time. "You heard me peeing and so you had to go too." She'd found the evidence of his having had wet dreams, and if she followed her present impulses with care, this might be one of his best. "But there's no way you can pee with your pretty prick all hard and stiff like that, honey," she said, and reluctantly drew her perspiring palm from off his prick.
His eyes opened wider as she stood up, and his jaw slowly dropped as he gazed down at the way she was drawing the nylon panties up over her nubile thighs and her sinuously shifting hips. He was gaping and she was sinfully thrilled with his keen interest in her thirty-two-year-old body as she snugged the clinging garment up about her hotly seething loins and smoothed her pretty hands over its front panel. The restling of her palms and their deep, sighing breathing was all that could be heard for a few moments, while his lovely hard prick stood stiffly up, mutely begging from its tiny open mouth. She'd already gone past the point she'd intended, and there was little point in stopping now.
Betty stepped aside, smiling brightly, and slipped an arm about her son's warm, slim waist. His slippers shuffled as she drew him forward to stand before the toilet. In one motion she lifted the seat, took his prick in her hand again, and straightened up very close to his side. Her oozing cunt juice fairly bubbled in her twat when she had her son in hand again.
"Come on and pee now, and then get back to bed," she said, stroking it now, feeling every hard contour of this prick she would never again be able to touch. "But of course you can't when it's all stiff and hard like that. Tsk. What are we going to do about that?" she said, stroking very sensuously now with her left hand, while with her right she got inside his pajamas to feel the youthful smooth contours of his bare back. "Do you have to pee real bad?"
His eyes were wide but he was still slack-jawed as he looked up from her black-braed tits and muttered, "Uh-huh. I guess so."
Betty's laughter tinkled and she snuggled closer to his side, using his dangling arm to push more creamy white mound up over the top of her well-packed brassiere. Still stroking his prick, she said, "You're not even sure if you have to pee? I think you're walking in your sleep, Glenny. You must be. You haven't even kissed me hello."
He offered her his lips, and it was absolutely thrilling to kiss her son while she held his hard prick in her hand, but then he quickly drew away, made a face, and said, "You smell like booze."
"And you feel too hard to pee for a week," she said, still nervously laughing, still holding onto his precious prick. "I'm going to have to help you. Hold still. This won't hurt a bit," she smoothly said, excitement steeply rising. "It might even feel good. Just hold still, darling. Let Mother help you out. Mother's got a good helping hand here, and she knows just what to do."
She had two hands, and one of them slipped down inside Glen's open fly to feel of his balls, nice hot little nuts in a tight and hairless sac. Her other hand slipped down inside the seat of his soft cotton pajamas to feel the smooth plumpness of his tensed buttocks, as round as hers, but not so soft and large. She was still feeling of his bottom, softly raking her painted nails over it, as her good left hand climbed up and around his prick again.
"Just relax, honey. Mother knows exactly what she's doing," she said, stroking slowly but in earnest now, working her hand as well as his foreskin over the sensitive head of his dick. "Without this, your bladder might pop. You'd certainly never get to sleep. Doesn't it feel nice? Just relax, darling. Look. You see? It's getting wet on the end. Isn't that beautiful?"
Quite obviously her tits were more beautiful to him than his prick was, for he only gazed at himself for a moment before turning to look down at Betty's extruded cleavage again. She pushed more of it up at him, and in the process of it kissed the back of his hand with her thinly clad, fiery hot cunt. She was hotter than she'd been in months, there wasn't even the prospect of getting laid, and she was loving every moment of it.
"Hmm? Isn't it starting to feel nice, honey? Mmmm, you have such a nice big one for a boy your age. That's a prick that's going to make the girl you marry very happy. It will probably make a lot of other women happy too. Ooo, it's getting wetter and wetter, honey! It must really feel good now, eh?"
"UH! NG!" he said, all trembling and tense, fists knotted into balls at his sides, and one of them feeling every bit as good as a hotly lapping tongue in Betty's cunt.
"Just relax, darling. Don't be afraid of feeling good," she purred, smoothing her right hand all over and between his naked buttocks, prolonging his pleasure with the silkiest of strokings of his cock. "You act as if there's something wrong with this. It's all right. My, when I think of the times I held your hard prick in my hand when you were a baby, when you were growing up...." She sighed, hugged him closer, and she very nearly had an orgasm.
"Your sweet little balls are all full of jism, that's what your trouble is. We've just got to get all that good stuff out of there, no matter how wonderful it feels, before you can take your pee and climb back into bed. Mmm-m-m-m, and it does feel wonderful. Makes you feel good all over, doesn't it. Makes me feel good to make you feel good, too. Honey, let it go, just let it go!" she said, softly but urgently, and words fled her and all she could do was gaze down at his slim white prick prick, captive in her rapidly moving hand, and want to cry at the terrible waste.
But it wasn't a waste when he began to suddenly spurt and shoot. This was the true beauty, those long white ropy jets of goodness that came arching up out of his throbbing prick, out of her pumping hand. It was so beautiful that Betty did experience an orgasm then, deep in her soul, the likes of which she'd never known before. It was an orgasm like poets or saints have, but her words were neither poetic nor saintly as she said, panting, "OH GOD, LOOK AT IT CUM! Just squirting all over the toilet! I'll get all that good hot jism out of your big stiff cock. I wish it was going in me, all over me. God, I love it!" she said, as with her hand all slippery nice with the fragrant fresh boycum, she massaged all over his still oozing organ.
"Gmmhhh! UH! UH!" he said, still tense as he could be, though by then Betty was slowly coming down from her very spiritual cumming.
"Easy does it, honey," she told him. "Just relax and pee now if you can. Everything's going to be fine now. What a wonderful dream this all is. And the good fairies will come and clean up now. Come now. Let's tuck you back into bed where you belong. You didn't have to pee after all, did you? Oh, my precious baby boy and his fantastic dreams."
She led him stumbling back into his room and helped him into bed. He looked scared when she kissed him goodnight, but still she had to bend down and kiss his beautiful prick-still half stiff-good night, too. She was the good fairy who cleaned up the pearly spillings of jism on the toilet, but before she did this she had to greedily lick her left hand clean, smelling the purest, sweetest sex in the world, tasting it. And when Betty stripped and went to bed, she used that same left hand to bring herself off to three good healthy orgasms that were far from spiritual in nature. At last, settling down for sleep, she decided that the only thing she regretted about it was that poor Glen had been too tense and scared to fully enjoy it....
The next morning, a Saturday morning, Betty awoke to her alarm clock feeling ever so good. She stretched and lazed naked in her big soft bed, vaguely aware of a hangover, simply feeling good. Until she remembered her encounter with Glen in the bathroom the night before.
Was it possible? Had it really happened? He might think it was a dream, but she knew better. How could she have done that? Was she really that horny after almost a year of nothing but masturbation? She obviously was, for even as she thought back to it her hand had crept down to cup her slowly swelling pussy.
She whipped it away. It had been an instrument of near incest. If she'd had one more drink the night before she might have fucked him, her son! As it was she'd probably damaged him for life. Any sort of incest was supposed to do that, for some reason, no matter how thrilling and sweet it was at the time.
Betty moaned and hid her face in her pillow as she thought back to how he'd groaned, in sheer agony when he'd cum. "Gnnhhh! UH! XX!" She could hear every grunted syllable again, and they all spelled pain, guilt, protest against the sexual experience. She hadn't even screwed him and already he was sexually damaged. It might take years, perhaps his whole life, before some other woman proved to him that cumming was a wholly joyful thing, a marvelous experience for anyone, with no guilt connected to it at all. But who would that woman be and how long would it take before her dearly beloved son could cum without fighting it as he had with her? Would that woman be some young wife who knew as little about sex as he did? Hardly. Would it be some worldly wise but probably diseased prostitute? Disgusting thought. Could it possibly be someone who really knew about making men cum, a male homosexual? Straightaway Betty got out of bed to use the powers of the best person in the world to make things sexually right with Glen-his mother.
She put on her old quilted housecoat and tiptoed into his room. He looked so clean and handsome in his sleep that she had to hold back from crawling in with him and doing him even more damage. Saturday morning and his alarm clock wasn't set, and so she quietly set it to ring at its usual time, some fifteen minutes hence. Then she returned to the scene of her crime.
The bathroom mirror showed her face puffy from the drinking of the night before. She washed away her make-up, brushed out her hair, and saw herself again in the mirror as the very pretty young woman that she was, with a pertly upturned nose, long-lashed eyes, sweet pink mouth in a heart-shaped face that was blessed with a lovely clear complexion. She untied her robe and cupped her hands under her breasts, youthfully firm and nicely shaped, tipped with generous tan nipples that were anxiously hard at the moment. She couldn't help but smile at the way Glen had stared at them. How he'd adore playing with them just as she was doing then.
Betty slapped a bare belly that was almost as flat as when she'd been a bride. But the softly feminine bulge there was attractive. Wouldn't Glen love to nestle his downy cheek against her tummy while his hot little hands reached about her hips to squeeze the full ripe mounds of her ass.
Lower her hand went, fingers creeping through soft, curly black hair, to find her cuntlips all swollen and moist in anticipation of something a good deal more than what she had planned. Lovely shivers of delight went through her as her errant thoughts strayed to Glen's tongue tickling her clit as she was doing with her finger, and to the penetration of his beautiful young prick in that hole of hers that had been hungry and inactive for far too long. She had a beautiful but wasted body and so did Glen, and in a way it was a shame they couldn't simply get together. She was wish-dreaming about this impossible act, helping her fantasies with her caressing hands, when Glen's jangling alarm clock brought her rushing back to the cold reality of unselfishly helping him and ending it all right there.
Quickly Betty tied her robe, hiked it up, and sat down on the toilet. She was so tense she couldn't take a deep breath, but she was able to start peeing just as Glen made his sleepy appearance at the open bathroom door.
She only got a glimpse of his early morning erection, for he woke up much more quickly then he had the night before. He stammered an apology and started to back off, hands hiding his prick, but she stopped him by smiling brightly up at him and saying, "Don't run off. I'll be done in just a minute. And it isn't as if you haven't seen me like this before. Sleep well?"
He nodded, swallowing hard, staring.
Over the sound of her tinkling water she said, "Sorry I came home a little tight last night. I shouldn't have gone out at all. Do you remember what happened in here last night, or were you sleepwalking?"
He nodded solemnly and his hands cupped tighter over his loins. "I remember."
Betty finished peeing and reached for the tissue. Glen bit his lower lip and even leaned forward a little as he watched her wipe a tingling pussy that wouldn't be dry for hours. She stood up and let her long housecoat fall modestly around her. He started to back out into the hall. She took him by the arm and drew him into the bathroom with her, still smiling warmly. He was extremely nervous as she led him up to the sink.
And there she said, "Honey, I didn't mean for that to happen last night. Now I'm glad it did, though, because I learned something about you. Like a lot of boys your age, you're a little afraid of sex. You're too tense about it. Don't be, honey. Sex is a beautiful thing. Especially with someone you love. You've got to learn to just relax and enjoy it, dear. You can't fight it. That's very bad for you. Do you know what I mean?"
"Uh-huh. I dunno. I guess so," he said, batting his eyelids rapidly, fidgeting in the encircling crook of her arm.
She hugged him closer. "Poor dear. You don't know what I'm talking about." She untied his pajama string and he clutched frantically at his bottoms. "Just relax, silly. I'm not going to hurt you." She unbuttoned his pajama top in spite of his protests. "Relax. Mother knows what she's doing. Darling, don't fight me." She kept telling him these things and working on his pajamas until in a very short time he was stark naked in the bathroom, blushing all over with hot embarrassment, and absolutely beautiful.
"Now stand with your arms at your sides. Glen, stop fighting me! That's better. Up close to the sink now with your ... with your prick right over the basin. Tha-a-a-at's right. It's really hard," she said, and tingled all over with him as she once again took it in hand.
He was breathing heavily and tightly as she turned on the water, and his bare buttocks were hard and tense under her hand. As calmly as she could she said, "It felt good last night when I played with your p-prick, didn't it? I know it did; it's supposed to. But darling, you were so tight and tense and scared you didn't really enjoy it as you should have. Now, just this once with me, I want you to relax and really enjoy it. It's perfectly all right to. No guilt. Just have a good time, and then look forward to having a lifetime of good sexual experiences when you're old enough. Ah, the water's just right," she said, and lathered up her hands and again grasped his prick, palm sliding smoothly as she held him close at her side.
He was puffing and panting and gasping, still tense as he could be. Again she told him to relax, and now she went on to say, "This is more how your future girl friends will feel inside when you're old enough to sleep with them. Nice, eh? All slippery and warm. Tell me if you like it. Does it feel good? Speak up, Glen."
"It ... feels ... real good!"
"That's right," she said, and included his balls in her slippery stroking. "Conversation doesn't have to end when you're enjoying sex. Your girl friends will like to have you saying sweet things to them, telling them how pretty you think they are, letting them know how good a time you're having. Tell me again. Does my playing with your prick feel good?"
"It feels wonderful!" he said, and now he got a hug and a kiss on the cheek as his encouragement to relax and enjoy himself.
"Do you like girls, Glen? It's all right. You can tell me," said Betty, pacing her strokings, making it last, just as she'd planned.
"Uh-huh. I ... I like 'em a lot. Oh Mom, that feels so good!"
"Have you ever kissed a girl? Tell me about it. Tell me what you think about real pretty girls, real sexy girls like they have in Playboy and things. Just talk, honey, while you're feeling so good." He looked at her for assurance, his eyes soft enough to melt her, and he spoke in short, clipped sentences.
"I never soul-kissed a girl. But I do in my dreams. Beautiful girl. Really sexy! Black hair. Wavy. Nice ... figure. You know."
"No I don't. Tell me. Does she have nice breasts? Nice big tits that you'd like to play with?"
He looked down at her bosom and said, "They're just right, just right. I'm in love with her," he moaned and looked right straight into her eyes.
It flustered Betty. He wasn't supposed to fall in love with her. She altered the subject, saying, "What do you think of those girls in Playboy, all naked and sexy and just as beautiful as they can be? Hmm?"
"My girl's prettier. Even with clothes on," he blurted. "Even with a floppy old housecoat on she's the prettiest girl in the world and I'll always love her and dream about her every single night in her black brassiere and her white pants and oh, M-O-O-O-O-M-M-M-M!" he moaned, as his jism came rushing out as fast as his words had been tumbling, and he threw his strong arms about her and clumsily mouthed at her lips, and she weakened at once and gave them to him, and all during his rippingly wonderful ejaculations she gave him a cram course in the art of French kissing, cumming right along with him herself. When she left him she was thoroughly shaken, but from the grin on his face, she was sure she'd done the right thing by him. She regretted having kissed him like that, she regretted his having such a crush on her, but that would work out. She didn't at all regret the best orgasm she'd had in close to a year.
CHAPTER TWO
Betty had to go to work that Saturday, as always. She had a little gift shop in a big shopping center, and though it was still struggling, it supported Glen and herself and their modest home. He was smiling at her shyly when she left the house, quiet proof that her little masturbation session had served its purpose. She might do it again some time, she thought as she drove, just to make sure he grew up being free and easy about sex. It was so hard for a mother to raise her son alone. Other widows probably did the same sort of thing. Other young widows might even fuck their sons, though of course she'd never do that, no matter how horny either of them got.
She kept thinking about him all day while she was waiting on her customers. By five o'clock she had decided that she certainly would jerk him off again when it was indicated, and that it wouldn't hurt a bit to be prepared in advance for the occasion.
In the shopping Center was a fancy lingerie shop called Lace and Things. It was owned and operated by a buxom, jovial redhead, a few years older than Betty, named Vi. At five till six, Betty was at Vi's shop.
"Hi, Vi," she said. "I closed up a few minutes early to get over here and get some things. Are you in a hurry to get home, or could you spare me a few minutes?"
"Haven't got a thing planned," said the smiling redhead. "Saturday night and not a man in sight. What say we go next door and have a drink? Or are you getting some fancy undies for a hot date tonight?"
"Oh, no," said Betty. "I haven't got anything planned, either. And a drink sounds good." Indeed it did. She'd been getting more and more tense all afternoon. A relaxing martini in the cocktail lounge at the bowling alley was just what she needed. And with Glen planning on going to a little party that night, she had the time.
The cocktail lounge was candlelit and friendly. The two attractive women sipped gin and vermouth while they talked shop. Over the second drink the conversation turned to men, and Vi had a large store of stories to tell about all the men who had fucked her and eaten her pussy. Her language was as frank as her stories. It made Betty a little squeamish at first, but after a while she was using equally frank language in relating incidents she'd experienced in the very good sex life she'd had with her late husband. And in the back of her mind she was thinking about having another little masturbation session with Glen sooner than she'd planned. A third martini had them both relaxed to the point of linking arms as they returned to Vi's shop.
It was an elegantly darling little lingerie shop. Vi locked the front door behind them as they entered. It was all carpeted in pink shag that looked freshly vacuumed, and there were plenty of mirrors on the walls. Showcases of panties and bras and girdles and hose were set around the room, and racks of lacy long negligees were in the center. Lingerie clad mannikins smiled at them from every angle as Betty's new friend led her toward the back of the store where a comfortable looking white couch and two easy chairs were grouped between the negligee racks and the mirrored back wall. Betty was sure she'd find everything she wanted there.
"How old is your new boy friend?" Vi asked.
"Fourt ... Did I say I had a new boy friend?" Betty replied, blushing at her near miss.
"No, but I'm sure you do if you're looking for sexy new undies."
"He's about forty," said Betty.
"Then you'll want something really sexy. Here. Let me pick out a few things for you to try on. It's one of my favorite outfits, simple but oh, so effective. You can try it on in the fitting room and see if I'm not right. It's the same outfit I wear when I'm in the mood for some crazy fun."
Vi chattered gaily away as she plucked gauzy garments out of boxes and showcases. Everything she chose was black, the same color as the brassiere that had so fascinated her son, and queasy sexual excitement tingled through the young widow as she followed the big redhead around her small shop. Her thoughts were on Glen, but she was brought up short when Vi opened a drawer by the cash register, saying as she did, "We have something for every woman here."
There were battery-operated vibrators there, all phallic-shaped. Betty had seen pictures of these before, had even thought about buying one, so these didn't shock her too greatly. What made her draw back, then lean closer for a better look, was a big plastic penis, all fitted out with straps and buckles to attach the big thing to its users thighs and waist.
Vi laughed at the look on Betty's face and said, "They work pretty well, or so I'm told. Bigger than the real thing, and they've never been known to go soft on a gal. Try these things on in there. I'll be right with you," she said, and thrust a double handful of black softness on her and sent her off with a fond little pat on her bottom.
Betty thought about the artificial penises as she stripped naked in the tiny, mirrored fitting room. A vibrator was probably what she needed, but she could never buy one from Vi. With one of those to sleep with, she could probably manage to keep her hands off her son's prick. She'd get one, when she could, but in the meantime she simply had to play with Glen's lovely young prick just one more time. And if her new lingerie didn't get it up and ready for her, nothing would.
With the exception of the garter belt, it was all very gauzy and transparent. All of it fit her perfectly. The brassiere had pencil-thin shoulder straps and hems, while its completely filled cups clearly showed every bit of her partially erect nipples and the soft round fullness of her breasts. The panties were equally thin, equally tight, with their elasticized waistband an inch below her navel and their black legholes rising nicely over her firmly rounded thighs. They were so transparent that her dark pubic hair showed plainly through the front panel, and of course the narrow garter belt with its four taut elastic straps was there to see as well. The straps held up black sheer hose with broad welts, and the glimmering black nylon did as much for the enhancement of her shapely legs as the panty and bra set did for the rest of her figure. Betty smiled as she turned this way and that before the fitting room mirror. Glen's jaw would hit the bathroom floor when he saw her in this outfit. She liked the way the lower swells of her nicely protuberant buttocks showed under the panties' legholes. The lingerie made her feel as sexy as she looked, and she liked that, too. Putting on her black high-heeled shoes again added further to the overall effect and Betty was still admiring herself in t he mirror when the fitting room door opened and a smiling Vi said, "Can I come in, hon?"
She was already in, door closed behind her, and already the two slightly tipsy women were mutually admiring each other for Vi was now dressed in identical lingerie, only red instead of black.
Only then did Betty wake to the fact that Vi had a truly magnificent figure. She was one of those statuesque beauties, reminding Betty of a retired stripper. Big breasts, looking as if they'd burst the strong but fragile-looking confines of her tight red bra. Wide, sweeping hips which easily accommodated the shapely bulk of two large, oval buttocks, cut deeply by the legholes of her red nylon panties, and jiggling firmly with her movements in the little room. Her legs were a trifle heavy but she carried their weight with grace, though her alabaster white thighs quivered like Jello between her tight red panties and the wide welts of her red nylon hosiery, clipped tautly to the shirred straps of her hip-hugging red garter belt. She was even wearing red heels. And her red hair looked good, shining softly in the artificial light. If Betty had had to describe her features at all before, she would have said Vi was rather horse-faced. Now, however, with the drinks and the camaraderie between them, Vi's looked strong to her, handsome, but still entirely feminine. She was truly a lovely woman. And the broad vee patch of tight red pubic hair showing through her panties would certainly be appealing to a male eye. Betty could even see the split of Vi's cunt when she looked, though she tried not to.
All this while the two of them were putting on a little modeling show there in the fitting room. They were doing a lot of giggling, enjoying themselves immensely. And Vi was doing a good deal of touching, and was a lot more vocal in her admiration of Betty's charms.
"You've got a darling little figure. Really, Betty. And this bra's just right for you, so tight I can just slip my finger under the back strap. Panties feel okay? So smo-o-ooth to the touch. Your guy will just love them if he's the appreciative type, but so few of the bastards are. Christ, you have gorgeous legs. You could be a hosiery model. Somebody or other sure won't mind having those wrapped around their neck. Say, how about another drink?"
It was just at this time that Betty realized that her new friend just might be a lesbian. She was certainly in the position of the lesbian, down on her knees in the inspection of Betty's legs. Betty's mind and morals revolted at this thought, but her flesh did not. There was nothing at all appealing to her about homosexuality, and yet as soon as the thought occurred to her the touch of Vi's hands on her legs took on a very definite electric quality. In spite of herself she wanted Vi to touch her more. Where moments before she'd had fleeting thoughts of her legs wrapped around Glen's neck, now it was Vi she saw in her mind's eye, sensuously licking her cunt. It was a revolting thought, she told herself, but nevertheless her pussy didn't think it was so revolting for it was wet, swollen, throbbing, and getting more so. And then Vi practically confirmed Betty's suspicions by looking up at her, moving her hands softly on her hips, licking her full red lips with a bright pink tongue, and saying, "I'm really thirsty. D'you feel like a little something, hon?"
"I ... I ... have to go to the bathroom," said Betty, swaying away from her, but not moving her feet.
Vi rose and gave Betty a sharp little swat on her bottom that made the brunette practically jump into her arms. The big redhead laughed and said, "Yes, you need a drink to relax a bit. Come on. I'll show you where the John is."
Betty felt quite drunk enough as she was led along with a linked arm through the lingerie shop, through a door in the rear. There was a small cluttered office there instead of the pink water bed and soft music she'd been almost expecting, and there was a small white bathroom adjoining it. Vi left Betty standing by the open toilet and she stood in the doorway, chattering away about business.
Betty felt very, very strange. The bathroom scene was all too reminiscent of those with Glen, but somehow in reverse. A part of her gin-clouded logic told her that Vi was a lesbian and another part of it said she was just a friendly human being. A part of Betty was saying, 'Get out of here just as fast as you can,' and another part was saying, 'Don't be such a schoolgirl, stick around and enjoy life, and you might in the future be able to keep your hands off your son.' And in her state of befuddlement she took down her panties, took them clear down and stepped out of them, and sat primly down on the toilet seat.
She sat there but she couldn't pee. Nor could she imagine why she'd taken her panties completely off. Stiff-backed, breathing raggedly, trembling knees six inches apart, she tried to push it out of her but nothing happened. She tried to keep her brittle smile focused on Vi's animated face instead of looking down at the big red loins that were on a level with her eyes, and she had difficulty in succeeding at this.
And then Vi raised an eyebrow and said, "Does my being here make you nervous, hon? Do you want me to leave so you can pee in peace?"
Betty astounded herself by quickly shaking her head and saying, "No, it's all right. You can stay, if you want."
Vi smiled and leaned closer. "Want to feel something really wild? A real experience?"
"I. .," said Betty, and swallowed hard and nodded her head.
"Open up. Open your legs wide," said Vi, and as the redhead loomed much closer now, it took real strength for Betty to force her knees wide apart and expose the better part of her black-haired, naked crotch to the lewdly smiling woman.
"No hold it in. Don't pee till I tell you. Hold it all in," said Vi, and reached her hand down between Betty's legs and pressed three fingers against her pussy.
Betty gasped and closed her legs. "Don't!"
Vi laughed, rubbed her twat, and said, "Cut it out. Open up. You're going to love this. That's a good gal," she said, as Betty placed her hands on both her knees and forced her legs apart, panting rapidly, too shocked and scared and altogether horny to do anything else.
"Let's go now. I'm going to rub you off," said Vi, and proceeded to do just that. "Feels nice, eh? You're really wet. Martinis do that to me, too. Close your eyes, if you want, and pretend this is your boy friend's tongue lapping and slipping all over your little clit. Hmm, it's not so little. You've got a nice one for a gal your size," said Vi, as each movement of her fingers-and the movements were constant-drove Betty to a higher state of wild, headlong excitement.
She couldn't close her eyes. She couldn't miss a moment of this. Panting and gasping, fingers clutching deeply at her nyloned knees, she had to look down at the hand on her pussy, the jangling bracelets, the very knowing fingers tiddling her vulva and clitoris in exactly the right way. She had to look up at Vi's leering smile, and at the big jiggling tits about to spill out of the red bra. She had to look right at Vi's gauze-covered crotch and speculate what kind of a clitoris that a lusty woman of Vi's magnificent dimensions could have. She had to listen and react to each of Vi's purring words.
"Your pussy's sopped, but you can't pee yet. Hold it in, baby. Hold it in and feel go-o-o-od. You're a beautiful sexy woman. Nice figure. Nice tits. You really dig sex, but you haven't had enough of it. No, not near enough in your life. Mmmm, feeling better and fucking better all the time. You like men, but now you're finding out that you can have some fun playing around with women, too. Fun? Shit, you're having yourself a ball. Your pussy's really wet now, and really really soft. It takes some effort to keep from peeing now, doesn't it. But hold back, hold back a little longer, hon. You won't be sorry."
Betty was sure she'd never been so hot in her life. She was panting as fast as she could and still feeling dizzy and completely wild. She was squirming all over the toilet seat in an effort to relieve the wonderful seething itching of her hot bare bottom, which was perhaps the least of her crazy, marvelous irritations. She was writhing her bare shoulders and her thinly clad tits against Vi's other hand as it smoothly roved over her while with her hands she was deeply kneading the sensitive flesh of her nyloned knees. She was sitting in a strange bathroom going crazy, so hot she was ready to genuinely explode, and then at exactly the unbearably right moment Vi said: "Now let it all go, honey. Pee and cum and let it all GO!"
"OH!!! OH, OH, A-A-A-A-A-A-G-G-G-G-H-H!" Betty screamed, not knowing if she was in agony or ecstasy as her hot piss came rushing out of her in a torrent and her orgasm exploded like a long, drawn-out thunderclap. "STOP! WAIT! OH, OH, A-A-A-A-H-H-H, YES!!!" she cried, certain now it was ecstasy, but not at all sure she could stand this much of it as her piss kept flowing and long fingers kept digging at her red hot box. "IT WONT STOP, DON'T LET IT STOP!!!" she loudly pleaded, clawing her legs still wider apart and rocking back against the toilet's commode, the better to give access to her cunt to this wonderfully lewd woman who controlled her so completely just then.
"Keep cumming, hot twat. Get it all out," said Vi, pushing fingers up Betty's heavily contracting cunt, tweaking and pushing her exquisitely sensitive clitoris, not caring a bit about Betty's flowing golden stream, and compounding her racking bliss by pinching her turgid nipples through their filmy nylon casements.
Betty couldn't be sure, but it seemed as if Vi's fingers went in and out of her ass-hole a few times too. She was all leaned back against the porcelain tank, arms hooked under her legs to haul them up and out and thus open her entire crotch to whatever this woman had to give her. She was in a frenzied delirium of sexual ecstasy as fingers delved in her twat and her urine poured out to run down the crack of her ass and tinkle into the bowl. She thought it might never end. She hoped it wouldn't. And she couldn't be still in this mind-blowing orgasm.
"It's better than Glen's prick! My God, what're you doing to me? V-I-I-I-!!! V-I-I-I, I JUST LOVE IT, ALL OF IT, ALL OF IT, GET IT A-L-L-L-L!!!"
"Yes, hon. Almost got it all now. Mmmm, so good. Get it all out. That's a good girl. And feel so good. You really make a meal of it when you cum, don't you. Don't you, Betty?"
"YES! YES, I LOVE TO CUM!" said Betty, still thrashing on the toilet seat, more weakly now, though she could still feel clearly feel her orgasms clear down to her toenails as most of her piss drained out of her completely open crotch.
"And so do I and I'm looking forward to some good ones now with you," said the closely hovering redhead. "You got me all hot watching you cum like this, babe. It's time you did something for me now, right?" she said, and took her wet hand from Betty's saturated box, and reached up behind her and flushed the toilet.
"Yes!" said Betty, utterly exhausted but still seething with wonderful feelings, as now, even the flush of the toilet brought her off to a lovely warm shivering aftermath of an orgasm. "Yes, yes, yes," she said, hugging herself and squirming her ass on the toilet seat while the statuesque redhead stood back, smiling. "Yes, I'll do anything you want, anything at all. My God, I never came like that in my life! Oh-h-h-h, heaven! '
"Bullshit. I'll bet you cum just as hard with Glen," said Vi, and moved over to the wash basin. "But it was fun, wasn't it. I call it cumming and going. You'll have to try it with Glen some time. Hey, don't go to sleep on me now. I want some goodies, too," she said, smiling down on Betty as she washed her hands. "I've got a jug of wine in the fridge. I'll crack it open while you clean yourself up. You even peed on the floor, you sweet horny bitch. There's some dusting powder in the medicine chest. Help yourself to it. I'll meet you out in the shop, kid. Christ, am I ever ready for some kicks." Vi dried her hands, tossed the towel aside, and sauntered out of the bathroom.
CHAPTER THREE
Betty's aftermath orgasm ended as abruptly as the flow of water in the commode. She was still dazed, stunned by the enormity of her extremely unnatural orgasm. She was increasingly disgusted with herself, appalled at how she could be sitting there drenched with urine, vagina still throbbing from a lesbian encounter. And she was sick at the prospect of ever facing Vi-or anyone else in the world!-ever again. True, she was drunk and emotionally upset, but that was no excuse for what she'd allowed, and certainly no cause to let it go on any farther. It was the straight and narrow sexual path for her from then on, even if that meant total abstinence from sex. If there was such an organization as Nymphomaniacs Anonymous, she'd have joined on the spot.
Her legs felt weak as she rose from the toilet to lean on the sink. Her reflection in the mirror was evil, and she couldn't look at it. She washed herself as best she could and she still felt dirty, and so she used some of the suting powder on her tender pussy, not with any idea of continuing with the lesbian affair, but only to cover her sinful loins. She put on her discarded panties, wishing they were made of heavy flannel and equipped with a padlock. Standing before the mirror again, she tried to compose her features and erase any vestiges of the insanely lustful appearance she'd had when she'd been sitting on a strange toilet, letting a very strange woman play with her clitoris and make her orgasm like a drug-crazed whore. A short ordeal and she'd be free of the lesbian. Face Vi, calm and firmly negative, get dressed and go home. Once home she'd face the much longer ordeal of subduing the unholy lusts that lurked in her sinful old body. She squared her shoulders and went to get her clothes with all the dignity that her skimpy black lingerie would permit. She walked as if she was balancing books on her head until she had entered the rear of the lingerie shop, whereupon her composure fled with a resounding POP!
Betty leaped in the air and whirled about to face Vi, laughing, with an overflowing champagne bottle held in her hand. "You shouldn't be so nervous, not after the nice big cum you just had," said the big redhead, advancing as Betty retreated backwards. "Let's have a drink and some more fun. The evening's young."
Betty glanced wildly about, ducking down, saying, "I've got to go. Someone might see us through the front windows. Where are my clothes? We'd both be ruined if anyone saw us here like this."
"Oh, don't be silly. It's a lingerie shop and we're wearing lingerie. But if you're worried about it, let's sit down out of sight. More comfortable-anyway," said the big, self-assured redhead, and pulled the petite brunette down with her on the couch.
Betty sat down on something uncomfortably hard, tried to get off it, and only wound up closer to the smiling lesbian. "No, I don't want to drink any more," she said, just before the bottle was held to her lips and the very refreshing wine flowed down her throat. "Eek!" she said, as she saw what she had sat down on, and came closer still to Vi in trying to get farther away from the battery-operated dildo that had been placed on the couch.
Vi laughed and held her with an arm about her shaking shoulders. "Don't panic. It doesn't bite."
"I don't want to even touch it. Let me go, Vi. You're not going to use that awful thing on me," said Betty, vainly struggling to extricate herself from the very low couch and from Vi's very soft, very strong arm.
"Of course I'm not going to use it on you," said Vi. "You had your fun. I was thinking of your using it on me, but if you won't even touch it, well...."
Betty calmed down a bit and glanced at the thing beside her again. "I couldn't, Vi. It seems so ... so gross."
Vi shrugged, reached across her, picked it up.
"I've found a lot of women are turned off by these things in public. At least at first. I'm not one of those. I'm going to have to use it," she said, and turned it on, kissed its softly buzzing end, and held it against her ample, bra-covered bosom. "In fact I dig it more in public, in a small crowd of, say, two. If you don't care to help me out a little by using it on me, you could at least help me out by watching me use it on myself."
"Really?" said Betty, appalled at how casual Vi was about it, fascinated at the prospect of watching someone's autoeroticism. "Just ... watching you makes it better for you?"
"Mm-hm," said Vi, and handed Betty the champagne bottle. "You can just scoot down there to the end of the couch. You don't have to say anything if you don't want to, but that'd help too. Just watch me go, and maybe smile a little."
Betty moved away as far as she could. Another sip of the bubbly wine helped her fabricate a smile, and she leaned back against the big arm of the couch to watch the sex freak play with her nasty little toy.
Vi was leaned back against the opposing arm of the couch, smiling lewdly back at her, big legs apart, very big crotch wide open. Her grin was very mobile and she kept licking her lips lasciviously as she moved the buzzing end of the vibrator over her breasts, using her free hand to lift and knead and caress the big nylon-covered globes to meet the roving course of the vibrator. Her nipples pushed hard at the thin red fabric. The excess flesh at her waist bulged softly over the waistband of her panties, but probably not unattractively to a male eye. Her crotch was so huge that the panties barely covered it. Betty sipped and watched, smile frozen on her face.
"I used to go with a guy who loved to fuck me between my tits," said Vi as she worked the big things over with it. "He used to really get off that way. Matter of fact, I did, too."
"Oh?" said Betty, looking as interested as she could, and wishing she was elsewhere. "Do you, uh, use that ... thing often?"
"Only when I'm horny," the redhead replied, describing lazy circles on her belly with it. "Which is often. Sure you don't want to try one? There's a bunch in the drawer there."
Betty quickly shook her head. "I've had all the sex I want for a while."
Vi chuckled. "A woman can never get enough." She moved the phallus-shaped instrument down to the crotchband of her panties, drum-tight and glistening with moisture. "Ah-h-h-h, now we're getting down to the business at hand. Mm-m-m-m, it must've been a woman who invented this," said she, slow grin seeming to spread all over her sensuously squirming body, as she pushed the blunted end of the dildo directly against where her clitoris surely was.
Betty took another drink. If Vi's clitoris was as big as she'd implied it was, the vibrator was certainly coming in contact with it through the thin film of red nylon. If she was as addicted to it as she'd said, she was surely feeling pretty good now, pretty hot. From the expression on her face, there were not any ifs about it. It made Betty feel weird to see this near stranger getting hot right before her eyes. She almost hoped Vi would continue on a make a complete fool of herself, just as she'd done minutes before in the bathroom.
"It looks like it feels really good," said Betty. "Can you really get off that way? You know, make yourself cum?"
"Jesus. Can I ever!" said Vi, and pressed half the length of her masturbator against the slit of her big cunt, and humped her hips up at it as if she was fucking.
"I'll bet it'd feel even better if you put it down inside your pants," said Betty.
"Mmm. Or if I didn't have any pants on at all."
"You'd be cumming by now. Shoving it up inside you and playing with your ... with your clit at the same time and, well, just going crazy with it. But I guess it feels good enough just through your pants."
Vi shook her head. "Uh-uh. It doesn't feel near good enough. C'mere, Betty. God, you're pretty. C'mere and take my panties off for me. I'd like that a whole lot."
Betty shook her head. "Uh-uh. I'm happy where I am. Just enjoying the view. It felt so super good when I came, and now I still feel too good to even move."
"I sure feel like moving," said Vi, and she let the vibrator fall to the couch cushion while she got up on her knees to push her red panties down.
Betty smiled and raised an eyebrow as if she was digging the mini strip-tease. Vi shifted her heavy hips this way and that in thrusting the thin garment down past the red band of her garter belt. Betty pressed the base of the Champagne bottle against her crotch, let it slip down between her legs so that it stood up like a big green dildo, and Vi pushed her panties on down as far as they would go, picked up her vibrator, and slid it down through the deep pink split of her naked cunt.
"Sure you don't want to join me?" said Vi. "I've got some double-ended ones in there that we could really go nuts with."
"I might work up to it. But you've got some catching up to do first. Go ahead. Go nuts by yourself first. I'm getting off just looking at you. But I'm still not sold on those artificial pricks of yours yet." Betty wasn't sold on them at all. Using a piece of machinery to reach an orgasm was completely abhorrent to her. Using a two-ended one was awful. But she'd said just the right thing to get the increasingly inflamed lesbian at the other end of the couch to go on and make a complete idiot of herself.
"It sure doesn't feel artificial," said Vi, and pursed her red lips into a round o as she pushed the buzzing tool up inside her vagina. "You don't know what you're missing. You've got to feel this. Oo-o-o-o," she said, reaming out her cuntal orifice with it as she squirmed her heavy hips against the couch cushion. "OH, MY! Oh, that's fucking beautiful," she muttered, easing it all the way in and out with one hand, while with the other she diddled and tweaked her very prominent clitoris. "NG! Oh, GOD!" she suddenly said, and a weird sort of thrill ripped through Betty as she knew Vi was getting off, and good.
The little brunette could almost feel it herself as the big redhead provoked herself to one orgasm after another, each a bit more active than the one before it. The heavy, fleshy lips of her cunt clung wetly and lovingly to the plastic wand that she shoved and moved inside her and her big tits were jiggling and shaking in their thin covering as she gave her cunt the workout it so badly needed. Betty found herself leaning forward and staring hard at the lewd action between Vi's quivering legs, but when she caught herself actively thinking about grabbing a dildo for herself, she had another quick swig from the bottle and then did not replace it between her thighs.
"Oh-h-h-h, Christ! Really cumming good!" Vi said, moaning and panting, jabbing and rubbing.
"Oh, how I wish you were doing it with me. Oh, AH-H-H-H-H!" she exclaimed, hitting another peak, and still going on for more. "Fuck yourself! Oh, how fucking good it is to FUCK, FUCK, FUCK YOURSELF!!!" she cried, in a frenzy of masturbation that had a puddle of twat juice staining the fabric under her gyrating crotch. "OH! OH-H-H-H-H-H-H!!!!!" she wailed, bucking and arching, throwing her hips up high, then sinking back moaning and smiling, and letting the plastic vibrator squirt out of her gushing cunt as her biggest peak of all was passed.
Betty had it in hand immediately. She didn't know what possessed her, too much wine or not enough lewd spectacle, but she was up on her knees before Vi was fully settled back and she had the vibrator in hand and was pressing its nose against Vi's clit before that last big orgasm had fully dwindled.
"Too late. Phew! I've had it," said Vi, weakly trying to close her legs.
"One more. Come on. You can do it for me," Betty urged, as she hovered over the supine smiling woman, poking and probing with the fibrillating phallus. "Hell, you can't help but cum one more time."
"Oh, God, I don't know if I ... Oo-o-o-o, yes, I can," said Vi, and her legs opened up to expose more of her richly red cunt to the workings of the device in Betty's hands.
Betty was far more excited than Vi was in her determination to really make her explode. "Hold it in. Hold it back, like I did," she said, going from her clit to her vagina and back, kneeling between her legs as waves of hot musky scent rose all around her.
"Why fight it? Christ, it's really feeling good! Betty, Betty, you really know how to use that thing! Ng!"
"Yes, but don't cum yet! Tell me how much you like to cum, but don't cum yet!" Betty commanded, fingers getting all wet and slippery as she worked and worked that tool all up and down the sodden length and breadth of Vi's buttery soft cunt.
"Oh-h-h-h, shit I like to cum! Mm-m-m-m, makes me feel good all over," said Vi, panting heavily once again, big hips heaving. "Makes me feel good. Makes me feel alive. I could cum right now. Cum really big. Betty, you're just wonderful. Put your ... Oh, God damn, I almost came just thenl ... Betty, put your cunt down on mine and we'll cum together. That'd feel so good! OH! I CAN HARDLY STAND IT! I've gotta cum, and so do you! BETTY, LET ME CUM!"
"Later," said Betty, dodging the hands that reached out for her, but not letting up with he manipulations of the electric dildo. "But this one's for you. Just a little more, then cum by yourself, like I did in the bathroom. Jesus, that's going to feel good!"
"Hold it in a little longer now," said Betty. "Hold it in! Hold it in! Hold it all back like you had me do and then LET IT GO, VI, LET EVERY BIT OFITGO-O-O-O-O!!!"
"UFF!" With a great grunt like a bear might make, Vi let it go. Her twat was suddenly pissing and her body was orgasming all over and Betty shoved the buzzing vibrator up her asshole and stepped back from the couch to observe. She was panting and sweating, but Vi was going absolutely crazy, holding onto her big bubbling crotch with both hands and flailing about on the cushions while she continued to grunt like a bear and moan like a woman in agony. She kicked off a shoe and laddered a stocking and one of her tits flopped out of her bra in her contortions but still she kept cumming and still Betty kept watching the results of her handiwork. She watched till she was satisfied she'd made Vi make an utter fool of herself, watched till the big redhead's orgasmic gyrations were subsiding, then turned on her heel and went to the bathroom to wash her hands.
There she saw her reflection in the mirror, and she spoke bitterly to it. "What the hell has come over you?" she said.
She returned as quietly as she could toward the fitting room where her clothes were. Vi's big, near-nude form lay inert on the couch, a faint smile on her lips. Disgusting woman, even worse than herself, she thought, as she quickly dressed to leave. She started out of the lingerie shop, hoping to sneak on past the sex-sated woman dozing on the wetted couch. But as she passed the couch Vi sighed and muttered, "Hey, thanks. Just what I needed. Don't leave without grabbing the undies you came in for. Take all you want. It's all paid for. Christ, what a cum that was. We gotta do that again soon. 'Night, Bet."
Betty had no intentions of engaging in such an orgy again, but neither did she have any intentions of leaving without what she came for. She spent two minutes in scooping handfuls of lingerie from the sleeping woman's showcases and two minutes after that was in her car heading for home. She was appalled at what she'd done. But it had probably been good for her. By sinking to the lowest animal depths, she could rise and be a good, chaste mother once again. By getting every bit of lust out of her system, she could be pure again for a long time. A long time? Forever! And by watching Vi in her orgasms, she could never in her life allow herself to sink that low. The evening, she decided, was a moral success in spite of her very immoral actions. She was feeling calm and clear-headed as she entered her empty house.
Glen would be home soon. Betty showered very thoroughly and got into her shabbily comfortable houserobe. She surveyed the lingerie she'd impulsively taken, shook her head in disgust, and tucked it all away out of sight in the fartherest reaches of her closet. She went out to the kitchen to make a quick batch of cookies, to be served with some hot chocolate, when Glen returned from his party. She hadn't even gotten the cookie ingredients out when he came in. "Hi, Mom," he said, looking her up and down in a way that told her he still had his crush on her.
"Hi, honey," she said, and gave him a kiss which he tried to turn into something far warmer than she'd had in mind. It nearly broke her heart to turn him aside, but she smiled and said, "You're home earlier than I expected."
"Dopey kids there. Dopey girls. Not like you at all."
She smiled and said, "You can't expect your girl friends to be like your mother. I'll bet you had a good time there."
He wrinkled his nose and said, "It was a crummy party. Where'd you go tonight? Out with some guy?"
"You know better than that. You're the only guy in my life," she said, and patted him on the hip, and was able to slip away from him as he made a clumsy grab at her. "I was just out shopping," she said, casual as could be, without a hint that she'd had a wild lesbian encounter that night.
He kept edging closer to her as he said, "Whadja get?"
"Oh, clothes and things," she replied, glancing down for the first time, confirming that he did indeed have a bulge in his pants.
He grinned like a wolf and said, "Boy, I'm sure gonna get you some nice things when I save up enough."
She gave him a peck on the cheek and dodged away. What was a mother supposed to do when her only son was horny and knew very well she could do something about it? "You're sweet, but spend your money on yourself."
His vulpine grin broadened as he said, "Whadja get? Something sexy? Huh? What was it, Mom?"
"It's none of your business," she said, backing out into the hallway, disturbed and flattered by his pursuit. "It's something you'll never even see," she said, and that was a mistake.
His face lit up and he said, "It's underwear, isn't it? Isn't it, Mom? Whadja get, Mom, some new pants or something? Huh? Have you got 'em on???" he said, and reached out and jerked her sash loose before she could even stop him.
"Glen, don't you DARE get fresh with me!" she said, but her anger was entirely wasted, for he'd glimpsed her naked tits and pussy before she'd had a chance to cover up, and now the excitement blazed high in his eyes. She asked herself if one more time together with him would hurt. She answered that it probably would. But any damage had surely been done already and-God help her-she wanted him as badly as he wanted her.
CHAPTER FOUR
Betty sighed and said, "I don't know how you knew it, but yes, I bought myself some new lingerie tonight after work. My old undies are practically in tatters."
"You got a lot of stuff?" he hopefully said.
She smiled and nodded. She extended a smoothly shaven leg through the front of her quilted robe, stroked it as a hosiery model might do, and said, "I got lots of things. I really went crazy in the store. Really pretty hose, too. Those you'll see.
His voice almost growled as he said, "I want to see all of it."
Betty laughed gaily, deliberately teasing now, and said, "Do you expect me to put on a modeling show or something for you?" She did a little pirouette down the hall and said, "Do you think I'm the type?"
"Yes! You're beautiful. I want to see everything you got!" he replied, in close pursuit of his laughing mother all the way into her bedroom.
There she pirouetted again, arms held out from her sides, robe swishing out from her body to truly captivate Glen with the sight of her nudity for this last time they'd have together as sweethearts. He stood in her doorway leaning forward on his toes, mouth gaped open, hands crossed tightly over the bulge in his pants, worshipping her with his eyes as she'd never before been worshipped in her life. It made her feel good. All over. Facing him with her fists on her hips and her robe held wide open by her fists, she gave him a good long look at every bit of her from her toes to her tits to her cunt to her smile, and she said, "Like what you see, honey?"
"Oh, gosh, it's ... you're ... Oh, Mom!" he exclaimed, and his gaze sweeping over her body felt almost as good as Vi's hand had felt on her cunt.
"I'll bet there aren't many other Moms with figures as good as mine," she said, and called further attention to her youthfully mature charms by softly squeezing her breasts and lifting them in his direction.
"There's nobody in the world as pretty as you!" he declared faltering forward toward her as she proudly flaunted herself to him.
"But you'd rather see me wearing some of that sexy new lingerie I bought tonight."
"I'd like to see you any way at all! Gee, you're pretty! I'd like to see it, but gosh, you're so ... so sexy already. All that hair down there and your ... your t-t-t-titties are just so big and nice and ... Oh, Mom! I love you!"
She laughed and let her robe fall partially closed.
She came closer to him and said, "You love titties and hairy old pussies and getting all hot and bothered over a girl. You love walking around with a stiff prickie all the time. Don't blush so," she said, and pecked him on the lips, felt the trembling in his body that matched hers. "Take off all your clothes and show Mother how stiff your prick is. Come on now. Every stitch. You can't be embarrassed. I've seen it all before. Take off everything you've got on or you won't see any more of me or the new undies and things I got for you."
His smile was enough to break her heart as he said, "You got it all for me?"
She shrugged and brushed back her silky black hair. "You know you're the only guy in my life. I told you that. Do you think I'd buy things like that to be sexy for another woman? Take off all your clothes and I'll show it to you. We're going to have one more really sexy fun time together and then we're both going back to being very good and proper again. Come on. Off with your clothes, and hang them up neatly."
Having his pajama bottoms dropped for him was one thing but stripping off his street clothes in front of a woman was quite another. Betty didn't make it any easier or less memorable for him. She sat on the edge of her bed, bare legs crossed, tits partially exposed, and watched with all the outward calm she could muster as her blushing son removed jacket and shoes and socks, shirt and pants, and hung them over her chair. All he had on was his jockey shorts then. His splendid little prick made a bold tent out of the front of them. He started to push them down, then pulled them up and started toward her, and she raised a halting hand and said, "Everything, darling. If we're going to have a little fun together tonight you're going to be as naked as a baby."
"Aw, Mom," said Glen, in his most whining and complaining voice.
She shrugged and got up, went to her closet and in no time at all was back with the big pink paper bag that was all abulge with the gossamer goodies she'd taken from Vi's lingerie shop. She resumed her position on the bed, now with one hand resting lightly on the rustling paper bag, and he gazed sidelong at it and pushed his shorts down past his spring-loaded prick, all pink and white and hard and beautiful. When he stepped out of the fallen garment he was within reach of his mother's hand.
"My, it's awfully hard tonight, isn't it."
"Yes! Oh, Mom. When you touch me like that I just...."
"Does it hurt when I pull your foreskin back like this? Why do you jump so, dear?"
"It doesn't hurt; it just feels so ... goodV.V "Yes, it does. Mmm. So do your little balls, honey. They're all filling up with goodness, aren't they. Sweet. And they're not so little. You're going to be a well hung man soon. You're going to have a nice sized prick that will make women very happy. And I've always thought that a little of the right kind of exercise makes a boy grow big and strong. Hold still, darling."
"I can't! Oh, Mom, Mo-o-o-m-m-m-m-m!"
She laughed and kissed its beautiful pink knob. He was her son, he belonged to her, and she could suck him all the way off if she wanted to, although she'd never been very fond of fellatio. He was completely in her power, hers to do anything she wished with, and if he didn't like what she did with him he couldn't say a word about it to anyone. But he'd like what she did with him on this night of nights.
"Turn around, darling. Mother wants to see your little fanny."
He was breathing in quick little pants as he turned about and presented her with his backside. He kept looking back over his shoulder with an anxious look on his face as she petted his sweet little bum, squeezed his cherubic buttocks, so smooth and plump and firm and free of any but the downiest of hair. She laughed at the way he leapt when she ran her hand up between his legs to caress his prick and balls from behind, and she said, "Can't hold still, can you, dear."
"No! I'm about to jump right out of my skin! Mom, do it to me! Jerk me off! Pleeease!!"
She kissed his fanny, like living silk, smoother than any woman's skin, and she said, "Is that what you want? I thought you wanted to see all my pretty new lingerie first."
"I don't know what I want first. OH-H-H-H, MOM!" he said, as she hugged him about the hips, smoothed her hands over his palpitating belly, and pressed warm, moist kisses all over his adorable little round asscheeks.
She loved his every reaction, and she knew he'd never forget this night. "Bend over, darling," she said, and when he did she kissed his sweet little ass-hole, actually tipped it with her tongue, then moved her mouth on down till she was warmly sucking on his tight little balls and he was moaning and babbling incoherently about how he didn't know if he was creaming or not.
"Turn around and we'll see," she said, and he did, looking faint from all the excitements being thrust upon him but certainly in no mood for it to end.
Betty wasn't either. Not with his good stiff prick so very close. She could clearly smell his excitement now as she smiled up at him, tits thrusting out of her robe to thrill him all the more, hand curling around a prick that was as hot and harder than she'd ever felt and long overdue for an explosion. It was all wet and gleaming on its end. Its redolence was filling her brain by then. But she was smiling, in command of it all, until two light strokes from her hand made him grunt and jump and start to shoot.
The first spurt from his jerking prick struck her cheek, the second and all that followed flowed warmly and wonderfully into her mouth. Yes, she was sucking him off, even as he was ejaculating, and she was cumming with him. By squeezing her thighs together she could cum and cum and cum, and she was reaching wonderful high peaks of orgasmic pleasure with each new spurt of her son's hot jism that gushed into her sucking mouth. She was moaning right along with him, deeply relishing his clutching fingers on her scalp, and most of all savoring each drop of his rich, heavy cream that came pouring out for her. Cocksucking was something she'd missed out on all her life, up till then, and she was thrilled that she'd waited exactly this long for it. The feeling of his foreskin on her tongue, the throbbing jerks of his stiff, stiff prick, the taste of his cum-H;hey very firmly insured this was a night she'd never forget either. Orgasmic thrills coursed everywhere through her, but she summoned up her great outward calm once more when his prick had stopped its spurtings and his fingers had relaxed and she eased her warmly loving mouth off his spent prick.
"Wasn't that nice?" she said, quite drunk with his intoxicating juices. "Something special for you. That's what your wife will do for you, if you find the right kind of wife. It's called oral love. Fellatio. My, you came a lot. Sit down with me and rest for a moment, dear, and then off you go to bed."
"Whew! Whew! Whew!" he said as he sat down beside her, blanched white, looking at her with awe in his gaze. "Whew! That was really something! Whew! For a while there I didn't ever think I was going to stop. You ... you swallowed it?"
"Mm-hm," said Betty, smiling serenely, still drunk on his youthful manly flavor, still cumming a little. "It tastes so good. You taste so good." She wiped the cum from her cheek, licked her fingers clean of it, wrinkled her nose prettitly and said, "You taste sexy." She hugged him and kissed his cheek, wanting to crush him, but instead she said, "And now, young man, you'd better get on to bed."
He stirred on the bed. He got an impish, pouting look on his face and he looked down at the pink bag beside her and said, "You said I could see what you got tonight. You said you'd model it for me."
"Fibber!" she said with a playful shove. "Don't put words in my mouth. I said I'd show you what I bought. I didn't say I'd model it for you."
His glance skimmed from the bulging pink bag to Betty's exposed tits to her smile, and he said, "Couldn't I just see 'em? I don't want to go to bed yet. Couldn't I stay up a little longer with you, Mom?"
She sat up straighter, cupped her hands under her tits, and said, "You want me to cover these up with a brassiere?"
"I'd like to see you put one on ... and take it off ... and, you know...."
"Now you want me to do a strip tease. Glen, you're incorrigible. I'm not going to start being your own private lingerie model around the house. That would lead to all sorts of trouble. Can you see me prancing around here in lacy little underwear all the time? Goodness, you're poor little prick would be hard all the time, and we'd never get anything done."
"It's hard all the time, anyway," he said with a confirming look at it. "Please, Mom. Let me see it. You're already the prettiest Mom in the whole world, and you're even sexier when you're dressed up in stuff like that. Well? That's just how I feel. I can't help it. And you told me to say how I feel. Please, Mom, ple-e-easeV
"No modeling shows but you can see it," she said, and up-ended the bag on top of his lap, covering his sweet young erection under a cascade of multicolored lace and nylon, making him gasp.
She laughed at his surprised look, and she shuffled the gossamer garments around on his lap, ensuring the continuing stiffness of his prick. Already she'd made up her mind to suck him off just one more time, very deliberately and enjoying herself all the way, and the more jism she built up in him beforehand the better it would be for both of them.
He could hardly speak in his newly rising excitement as she ran whispering panties and brassieres and stockings over his thighs and belly and chest. Lacy ladies' undergarments fairly dripped from young Glen as his smiling mother used them like gloves on her hands to caress him. To further arouse him to a state of fecund readiness she held up individual garments, exclaiming over the sheer softness of this pair of panties or the delicate cut of that brassiere. He drank it all in as if he was being shown a collection of rarest, most intriguing works of art. His fascination for the lingerie infected Betty, and soon she was appreciating the qualities of the frothy bits of laced nylon as she never had before. Her nipples were already very hard, but they grew almost painfully harder when she held a daintily filigreed yellow brassiere up before her tits and said, "How do you think this would look on me, dear?"
"Beautiful!" he exclaimed, eyes blazing as he stared, hands creeping up from the silken garments on his lap. "Could I just ... feel of it on you once?"
"I suppose that wouldn't hurt," she said, thrusting her tits deeper against the loosely hanging cups.
"Oh, gosh!" he reverently said as his quavering hands closed over Betty's veiled mounds, and Betty had to bite her lip to keep from moaning at the ecstasy she felt from this light touch.
"So soft!" he murmured, ignoring the lingerie falling from his lap as he turned to face her more and as his hands grew warmer in their touchings.
"Could I touch your bare titties just a little?" he said, and his hands were crawling under the yellow bra even as Betty was making up her mind.
"The ends," he said, young fingers carefully exploring, "they're so HARD!"
"A woman's nipples...." It was so hard to speak to him calmly in her state of raging excitement. " ... a woman's nipples swell up and get stiff, just like a boy's prick does, when she gets to feeling sexy."
"You sure must be feeling sexy, 'cause they sure are hard. You act almost like they hurt. Do they?"
"Does your prick hurt when it's hard?" She let the bra fall into her lap. The sight of his hands toying with her tits Was as erotically beautiful as anything she'd seen in her life. "A woman's titties-especially her nipples-they get much more sensitive when she's excited, but they don't really hurt. Breast play is an important part of lovemaking and ... OH!" she cried, as Glen's fingers gave her nipple a sudden tweak.
"Did I hurt you? Are you okay?" he said, though his grin showed no sincere concern, and though his fingers kept right at their play.
"It's all right," Betty said, practically panting in her excitement. "It felt nice. It almost made me cum," he said, and her robe fell off one shoulder as she thrust her tits harder at his hands.
"Women can cum? Like guys do?" he said with rising interest, while his fingers got busier on her gloriously sensitive stiff nipples.
"We don't shoot like you do, but we cum, we feel good. Mmm, do we EVER feel good," she said, and kissed him on the lips, but very briefly, for his interests lie elsewhere. She was babbling, not quite sure of what she was saying, but compelled to keep talking lest he stop his deliciously clumsy pawings at her tits. "We don't shoot when we cum but we do get very wet and we feel ever so good. Our pussies get all wet and juicy first so a man's prick can slide in with no trouble at all. Our nipples get all stiff and red and our titties feel like they're twice as big as they usually are. They get that way so a man can play with 'em and suck on 'em better and make us even hotter. And then when we finally come, O-O-O-OH, HONEY, it just feels so all-over good, we don't even know what we're doing."
"Guys suck on 'em, huh?" he said, licking his lips, and gazing hard at where his fingers were plucking and pushing at his mother's turgid pink nipples and resilient white titties.
"Uh-huh," said Betty, and leaned back on her hands on the bed, robe falling back from her shoulders, entire body in a magnificent state of yearning.
"They sure look good enough to suck on," he said, and extruded a very ready nipple between thumb and forefinger, the better to capture it between his lips and suck on it.
"Darling!" she exclaimed, as her excitement took a quantum leap. "Your mouth feels so good' on me! Suck my titties, honey, yes-s-s-s, suck on 'em! Oh God, your tongue!" she moaned, too weakened by her passions to be able to hug him, only able to writhe in ecstasy under his kisses and push her titties up for more of them. "Darling, I could cum this way," she babbled. "I never have before but I could now. I think I am already! Oh! OH, you're WONDERFUL!" she exclaimed, twisting on the bed's edge in a fever passion and gazing down adoringly at his dear face so avidly sucking on her tits.
"Now bite it a little, just nip it with your teeth," she panted. "OH! OH! GOD YES, I'M CUMMING. My pussy's all wet, just sopping wet! I feel good all over, just as good as you did when I was sucking your prick, your beautiful prick!" she said, and tried to reach it with her hand, and was easily turned away by her impassioned son.
Now he stopped his sucking and nipping and kept her in that same fevered state of orgasmic excitement with only his fingers, and he said, "I like it when you cum, Mom. You look so crazy, but I sure do like it. Did I suck on your titties right?"
"Yes! God, YES!" she exclaimed, writhing her seething hot buttocks on the bed, shoulders shaking as she gave him all the tit she could.
His hand dropped to her lap, and there it picked up the yellow brassiere all steamy warm from her cunt. Then this was used as a glove on her heaving belly and tits to keep her blazing hot as he said, "Should I play with your pussy too? Would that make you feel good?"
"Oh, God! You shouldn't, but ... Oh, God!" Her legs were already open but she opened them wider. Her twat was all swollen and red and heavily oozing its slick, musk-scented juices all over her short black hair, but he showed little reluctance in touching her there. His bra-covered hand crept down to drive her near crazy with desire, and he said, "We can't do stuff like this any more? You don't want to?"
"You know I do, but ... But, Glen, we can't go on like this. It's not right. Oh! Oh, that feels so good! That's my clit, honey. You see it? Touching that makes a woman feel best of al-l-l-l-l-l-l!"
He diddled it and teased it as if he knew what he was doing. She was going absolutely crazy. All the orgasms she'd felt with Glen that night had been false ones, she realized, little surges of pleasure that were leading up to the big one she really had to have. He could do that with his fingers or his tongue or his cock or with anything, but only he could do it for her. He was grinning, watching her closely, and now he said, "I'd like to do this with you all the time, every night."
"We shouldn't. Glen, play with my cunt some more. Oh-h-h-h-h! Harder, honey! Make Mother cum real good!"
"I'd sure like to see you all dressed up in this fancy stuff," he said, sliding fingers through her sodden slit, but not hard enough, not nearly hard enough! "You'd be so sexy and pretty. Won't you do it, Mom? For me?"
"Yes, honey, yes, anything you want! Put your two fingers in my cunt, right up my hole, YES! GLEN, I'M REALLY CUMMING NOW! And press your hand against my clit, my hot, hot clit! Darling, I'm cumming all over, everywhere, and I'll dress up in sexy clothes any time you want me to and I'll fuck you and I'll suck you and make you feel as good as I'm feeling now every day of your life and ... OH! OH, YES! GLEN, I LOVE TO FEEL SEXY AND BE SEXY AND I PROMISE I'LL ALWAYS DO ANYTHING YOU WANT!"
He stayed right with her, the dear boy, through yet another of those orgasmic giants, and his reward was her deliriously delivered description of what she'd wear to please and tease him and of all the good times they'd have together from then on out. She came enough so that her pussy was sated and she felt dreamy soft and swoony, and the last thing she saw was Glen's smug grin as he tucked her into her bed.
CHAPTER FIVE
Betty tried to make that Sunday morning like any other Sunday morning, but it just didn't work out. She showered and put on an old nightgown and her robe, then went to the kitchen to let the aromas of bacon and eggs and pancakes frying awaken her son. His appetite soon had him out of bed. But when he appeared tousle-headed and grinning at the kitchen doorway it was immediately apparent that on this Sunday morning he had an appetite for more than mere food, for his hard little pecker was sticking straight out of his pajamas and he was making no efforts at modesty.
He grinned at her like a forty-year-old lecher and he boldly looked her up and down and said, "Hiya, Mom. How you feeling this morning? You gonna kiss me hello?"
A good morning kiss was almost a standard ritual. She ignored his erection as he came to where she stood at the stove, but the horny little devil pushed it right up against her hip, and he tried to slip his tongue between her lips as they kissed, and he slid his hand inside her robe, saying, "Whatcha got on under that old thing? Something sexy for me like you promised? Take it off and let's see it, Mom."
Looking righteously indignant, she pushed him away and firmly said, "None of that. That was last night and it's over with. I made that perfectly clear. Sit down at the table and I'll have your breakfast ready in a jiffy."
"Mom, you promised," he protested. "You said you'd wear that sexy underwear for me today. You promised you'd model it all for me."
"I probably said a lot of things I didn't mean last night. I'd had too much to drink."
"Like heck! A promise is a promise. You taught me that," he said, and pulled at the sash of her robe.
She was ready for him this time and she stopped him. She very sternly said, "Stop that! Sit down! Right now!"
He sat down at the table but he didn't stop it. His prick stood flagrantly upright and his eyes undressed her a hundred times as he nagged and asked and practically begged her to keep the promise she'd made at a very weak moment. She tried to refuse to listen, but it wasn't easy. His nagging turned to whining as they ate their breakfasts. He kept it up when it was time to do the dishes, and while she had her hands immersed in the dishwater he succeeded in untying her sash and getting his hot little hands under her robe.
She wheeled about and faced him angrily, saying, "All right then, you do the dishes." He was grinning and undressing her with his eyes as she stalked out of the kitchen, and his prick was up as hard as ever.
She locked the bedroom door and put on the frumpiest old clothes she could find, sneakers, a floppy sweatshirt, and a pair of patched and baggy jeans. She washed all make-up off her face, ruffed her hair into disarray, and returned to find him putting the breakfast dishes away, grinning lewdly at her, his prick still standing hard out of his pajamas.
"You looked better last night, but you still look good," he said. "What have you got on under that stuff? That yellow brassiere and the pants that go with it? Are you gonna let me see it now?"
"I am going to do the week's housework now," she announced, "and you're going to get dressed and out of the house so I can work."
"I'll stay and help you. I wouldn't want to miss the start of your modeling show."
"Glen, I'm not going to do that."
"You promised," he reminded her, and he kept reminding her of this as she cleaned the house, with her son hovering about her all the time, putting his hands on her at every opportunity and doing his best to drive her up the wall. He kept after her and he kept after her and would not quit. This sort of obstinate misbehavior wasn't like him at all, and it disturbed Betty in more ways than one. At last she said, "All right. I'll model one lingerie outfit for you but that's it, that is all, and you are not to lay one finger on me or the show is over, right now. Make yourself useful while I'm changing. Start vacuuming the carpet."
He had the machine going before she reached her room. She didn't know if she was doing the right thing, but she'd soon find out. She took her time in selecting a suitable outfit from the bagful of frothy little underthings and hosiery she'd taken from Vi's lingerie shop. She felt like hurrying, having it over with, but the longer she dawdled the more of her carpet would be clean. It would certainly be clean right outside her door, where Glen was concentrating his efforts.
When she was suitably attired for her debut and her finale as a lingerie model, she went to her bathroom to make up for the occasion. She used blue eye shadow and too much crimson lip gloss, and in the outfit she had on, it made her look like a whore. Hands on hips, she shook her head in disgust with herself. Hopefully Glen would be equally disgusted and not insist on an encore in the future. She'd thought the outfit she'd selected was relatively modest, but it didn't look that way now.
She had on a pastel blue brassiere and matching satin panties, both trimmed with black lace, a black garter belt, thigh-length midnight blue hose, and her black high heels. The bra showed too much cleavage and the panties showed too much of the lower swells of her buttocks. Five minutes of seeing her like that should hold him for a long, long time. She brushed out her hair, squared her shoulders, and set out to get it over with.
When she opened her bedroom door he acted as if he'd been electrocuted. His jaw dropped open and he stood like a statue as she walked past him and down the hall. When she turned in the living room to face him he was still rooted to the same spot, vacuum cleaner wand not moving. She'd never felt more embarrassed in her life. But then it suddenly turned to exasperation and she snapped, "Are you trying to wear a hole in the carpet? Keep working. You haven't even touched the carpet in here."
Down the hall he came like a tornado, saying, "Wow, do you ever look good! Boy, those girls in Playboy don't have anything on you. You oughta wear stuff like that around here all the time!"
"I'd consider it if you'd work like that all the time."
"I would, I would!"
"I was only joking. This is strictly a one-time thing."
"Aw, Mom!" he moaned, and stood there with his grin turned down and his damned hard-on sticking up at her.
"That was the agreement. And you'd better keep working or this modeling show will be over with, right now."
She pointed down at the rug. He was vacuuming like crazy again, grinning broadly again. His eyes and his actions spoke more than his words had. Her little show wasn't having the effect she'd wanted, but it was certainly having an effect.
As he neared her she turned away and started dusting the furniture. He altered course to follow her, saying, "I'll do that, Mom!"
"You just do a good job on the carpet."
"I am! Just look! And I'll do the dusting, too. Mom, you're the sexiest woman in the whole world. You know that? You are!"
She turned to face him. "I'm the most ridiculous woman in the whole world, that's what I am. Just look at me, parading around like this in broad daylight. What would the neighbors say? And look at you. They'd die if they saw us like this."
"Nobody can see us," he said. "We're all alone."
"That's right," she said, and gracefully eluded his hand reaching out for her, and flicked on the stereo as she glided past him.
Rhythmic, danceable music filled the living room. Betty let it flow warmly through her as she stood facing her only son's worshipful gaze. She smiled, and he breathed a heavy sigh. If this was to be a one time only thing, she really should make the most of it for him. Her hands went to her hips, and she tilted them at a saucy angle. She began to sway to the music's steady beat, and Glen grimaced and rubbed his fist against his reaching hard-on. Already there was no question but that she'd have to relieve his aching burden, probably masturbate him to a climax, maybe suck him off just one more time. He deserved that, and so did she.
Glen turned all the way around as she danced a slow circle about him. She could see herself through his eyes, and she truly was beautiful, sexy, alluring in the tight blue and black lingerie. She was hot, too, but her smile was only warm as she danced closer to him, turned off the vacuum cleaner with the toe of her high-heeled foot, and said, "Dance, mister?"
He tripped over the entangling electric cord and almost fell in coming toward her. She laughed and bent down to help him out of it, perfumed breath caressing his wonderfully stiff white prick. "Gentlemen don't dance in their pajamas," she said, and gave his drawstring a tug.
Down they came, and he was even more youthfully beautiful. She knelt and ran her hands up his naked legs, squeezed his tensed buttocks to hug his stiff hot prick against her bosom, and he uttered a low moan of ecstasy. She laughed and pressed his prick against her cheek, took it in her hand and kissed it, and he murmured, "Oh, Mom! Mom-m-m-m!"
She felt dizzy and wonderful when she arose, took him in her arms, and began to move them both in time to the music. His naked hard-on was nestled warmly against her satin-covered tummy, fitting perfectly there. Her titties pushing against his chest could feel his thumping heart. He stumbled as they danced, and she laughed and slipped her hand up under his pajama top, feeling his firm, warm flesh and further exciting both of them.
"Let's take this off. It's only in the way," she said, and leaned back from him and unbuttoned his pajama top. He stood there and let it happen, anything she wanted, with the badly swollen knob of his prick making a sticky wet spot on the front panel of her panties.
He was stark naked then as they resumed the dance. Never again in her life would she have a man as hot as she had this one. And never again would she be so surging with sexual energy as she was just then. She kissed him, slipped her tongue between his lips, and sucked on his tongue. His hands were sweating as they clutched at her satin-covered hips and her sinuously moving naked waist. Her nyloned leg moved between his thighs as she led him on in time to the music, and her gartered thigh rhythmically touched against his hot little nuts. She wanted his prick inside her in the worst possible way, but that of course was impossible.
"I suppose we ought to make each other cum," she said. "We've gotten each other much too excited to be able to do housework. How do you like it best, when I use my hand to make your prick squirt or when I kiss it and suck it till the cream shoots out?"
"ANY way! Oh, Mom, I love you!" he exclaimed, kissing and hugging her with a clumsy fierceness that was far more exciting than the suave caress of a practiced lover.
"Now, now," she calmed him down. "You're not even supposed to lay a hand on me, remember? You sexy little devil, you're doing your best to get me all hot and bothered so I'll agree to model other new undies for you. We should stop this. We should just help each other cum, finish our housework, and have done with it."
"I don't ever want it to end! Don't stop yet. I want to look at you some more. I want to dance with you all day! Oh, Mom!" he said, hugging her hard and giving her a tingling preview of the orgasms she'd soon be having with him. They would have to be good.
Betty nuzzled warm lips around Glen's ear, murmuring, "I think I'm going to suck your pretty prick till you cum. You like that, and so do I. You taste so good, so sexy. I love it when your hot cream comes gushing into my mouth, and that makes you feel so wild. Mm-m-m. I can already taste it. And maybe you'll slip your hand down inside my panties where it's all warm and nice and play with my pussy till it cums for you. It's all wet and waiting for you already, darling. Mother's pussy is all hot and wet and tingly and ready to cum for you. I smell all hot and sweet and ready to cum. I can smell my pussy perfume; can you?"
"You smell beautiful!" he said, chest swelling against her hard-nippled tits as he inhaled deeply as he could.
"You know where that perfume comes from." She stopped their dancing and kissed the palm of his hand. "It comes from right here," she said, and watched his eyes grow wide as she led his hand down between her legs to press it against the soft bulge of her brimming, panting cunt. "Pussy perfume," she said, and lifted his hand again, palm facing him this time.
For a moment he looked as if he might faint as he smelled her scent more directly. But his prick remained hard and hot against her thigh, his eyes fluttered open again, and sure enough, he pressed her cupped hand against his mouth and hungrily kissed it.
"I like it!" he confessed. "It smells weird but ... but I like it!" he said. "Are you sure, darling?"
She let go of his hand and swayed her hips back from him. He was quick to put his hand between her legs again, quick to rub and squeeze the mound of femininity there, so thinly covered with taut wet satin, and he was quick to spread her pre-orgasmic feelings tingling from her scalp to her toes.
"Ooo!" She caught his hand and stopped it, pressed it harder against her twat. "You make me feel all weak in the knees. I'd better sit down before I fall down."
She used his hand for support as she subsided gracefully to the thick soft carpet, then drew him down with her. His stiff prick was maddeningly tempting but she knew what sort of a hair-trigger condition it was in so she held back from touching it as she smoothed her hands all over his gloriously naked young body and sucked warmly on his hot and quaking mouth. Those pre-orgasmic waves of pleasure were constant in her now as they rolled about on the floor, legs twining and arms hugging, hands squeezing and mouths sucking. Her mouth wanted something longer and harder than his tongue, just as her greedy old pussy wanted something warmer and more penetrating than the palm of his hand. She reminded herself that all this was primarily for his pleasures, not for hers.
"Darling, your poor prick must be aching by now. Sit up, let Mother kiss it and make it all well. That's my good boy."
He sat up with his legs outstretched. He was leaning back on his hands, panting, prick straining straight up out of his sweetly hairless loins. She knelt beside him, crouched down over his cock and took it in hand. She brushed back her black hair, took his prick in hand, and touched it with warm butterfly kisses set him to moaning and squirming.
"Oh, Mom! Oh, that feels so good! I love it when you kiss my prick! You're the most wonderful Mom in the world!."
She smiled and slid her warm wet lips down over it. She was easily able to take the full length of it in her mouth, with its resiliently firm knob fitting nicely in her throat. Up and down her softly sucking mouth traveled on his prick while he moaned out his growing ecstasy and while she stretched out her exotically clad body beside him to please his eyes while her mouth pleased his prick.
"Mom, I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna shoot, I can't hold it backV he exclaimed, and she went right on sucking, and hugged his squirming hip against her tits.
"MOM, MY PRICK'S SHOOTING RIGHT IN YOUR MOUTH!" he cried, and it was shooting, in thrilling quantities, while he thrashed about beside her, falling back on the carpet, groping blindly at her while she sucked up and swallowed each fecund drop of young male goodness that spurted from his throbbing cock.
"OH! MOM! MOM-M-M-M-M-M-M M-M-M-M-M-MH!" He wailed, ripped through and through with the very best feelings in the world, and clinging feverishly to Betty as the source of it all.
By the time she'd sucked him dry his arms were weaker about her hips. When she sat up, licking her sticky sweet lips, he tried to sit up too. "Just relax and rest a bit, darling," she told him, and patted his heated cheek, and he kept his other cheek resting on her soft thigh. "You really came good for me, Glen. There was so much of it, and it tasted so good."
"I thought it'd never stop. Whew! It never felt that good before. Whew!"
She elevated her left knee and petted his face as it rested against her right thigh. "I was afraid this would turn into something more than a lingerie modeling show." Each of his panting breaths could be felt through the thin crotchband of her wet panties and on up through her seething twat. "Looking at me just got you too excited, and I just had to do something about it." A heavy sigh stabbed through to her clit, and the pre-orgasmic surge was almost unbearably sweet to her. "I got pretty excited, too. My pretty new panties are just sopped with pussy perfume. Is it too strong for you, dear?" she said, and moved her legs a bit wider apart.
Her little angel sighed again, in just the right way, and said, "It's okay. I like it. Whew! I never felt so good in my life!"
Betty reached down and rubbed three fingers over her cunt, saying, "I felt good, too, even though I didn't cum."
"Do you ... want me to help you? Could I?" he said, hand reaching up for the blue-covered mound right there in front of his nose.
She smiled down on him, said, "You weren't supposed to lay a hand on me. Remember?"
"Aw, Mom," he said, as she continued to softly massage her swollen, steaming cunt. "I wanna make you feel good. I wanna make you cum!"
"Without touching me?" she said, and traced the outline of his sweet pink lips with fingers that were deeply scented with her sex. "How could you do that?"
His head bobbed forward and he kissed the cunt so clearly out-lined in pale blue satin. It was purely an impulsive thing he'd done, but her legs flew open wider and she drew his lips against her twat again, exclaiming, "Darling! Oh, that feels wonderful! How did you ever find out about kissing cunt? Please do it just a little more and, oh yes!, yes, I'll cum for you!"
It was the first time she'd really asked him for anything sexual and he wasn't about to refuse her. He seemed to be excitedly enjoying his clumsy kisses on her opened crotch, and she certainly was. If anything his excitement grew with hers, for soon she wasn't holding his head, and this didn't diminish the ardor of his kisses at all.
"Oh-h-h-h, God, yes, I love it!" Betty declared, hips churning on the carpet, cunt pushing up at his face, starting to cum in earnest now as her naked son got both hands on her flesh, pushed her legs wider, and covered her entire crotch with the most enthusiastic of kisses.
"Darling, you're making me cum, yes, you are! And it gets better and better!" Betty declared, and in a fever of needed to feel still more of this forbidden ecstasy, she inserted two fingers in her sodden crotchband and yanked it aside.
"YES! YES, NOW YOU'RE KISSING CUNT! DARLING, EAT IT! PLEASE, PLEASE EAT IT!" she cried, and any hesitance at facing bare cuntflesh vanished, and his hands gripped her tighter and his lips touched naked succulent twat for their very first time.
"OH-H-H-H-H-H! AH-H-H-H-H-H-H! Honey, you don't know how a woman loves that! You don't know how GOOD I'M CUMMING!" she said, cunt all aflutter and exploding time after time. "No matter how much you like 'em, let's get these panties off so my little cunt-lapper can really get what he wants."
His eyes looked glazed and he was rubbing his cunt-wet mouth with the back of his hand as Betty got up on her knees and shucked down the tight blue and black panties. His interest was certainly there, just as hers most certainly was, because he stared dead on at her black tufted twat even as she stripped the panties completely off and cast them aside.
"Just kiss it a little more," she excitedly said. "Honey, you don't know how good it feels, you don't know how much I need it," she said, as she settled her glowing hot ass on the carpet and spread out her shapely legs. "Suck it and kiss it and tickle my clit with your tongue and make me cum," she pleaded, "and I'll be your own special model any time you want me to! OH! OH, YES!!!"
She hadn't needed that last promise to tempt him. He was at her even before she was in position, and it was far more thrilling to have her cunt kissed when it was all bare and free and open. He had her churning around like a horizontal rock-and-roller, so much so that he had to hold her down with his strong young arms wrapped around her nyloned thighs. The perfect, wonderful, delightful angel was doing everything she'd said, kissing her dewy cuntlips and sucking her exploding clitoris and stabbing his hard stiff tongue up her slickened hole, and most of all, making her cum, making her cum and CUM!!!
"DAR-R-R-LING, I LOVE IT!" she exulted. "The sweetest mouth in the WORLD! YOUR TONGUE, OH, YOUR TONGUE! LICK MY CUNT. DARLING, SUCK MY CLIT! You look so right down there and, OH!, YOU FEEL SO FUCKING GOOD!"
He did look good down there. Little white butt sticking up, toes digging into the carpet, still developing muscles in his back rippling as he held onto her in her frenzied rapture. The look in his eyes was enough to make any grown woman cum, and his nose in her fur and his tongue in her twat were there to be felt as well as seen.
She was higher than a kite on her cumming. Keep this up and she'd surely pass out. And so now she held it back, tightened up, saving it all for the big one, and babbling words of encouragement to her son to keep him going. "Darling, just a little more! I've never had my cunt licked so good in my life before but I need just a little more! Suck it, lick it, right there! Yes! Yes! We're going to have sex together all the time, all the time!" she moaned, starting to hit the big orgasm despite her efforts to hold back even an instant more.
"O-O-O-O-O-OGH! UR-R-R-R-R-RGH! MODELING SHOWS AND SUCKING EACH OTHER OFF! TEASING EACH OTHER AND PLAYING WITH EACH OTHER AND CUMMING ALL THE TIME, ALL THE FUCKING TIME! OWH! OH, OH-H-H-H! I'LL NEVER LET YOU GO! I LOVE THIS! I LOVE YOU! OH! OH, EAT MY CUNT AND SUCK IT! YES-S-S-S-S-S-S-S-S-S-S-S-S-S-S!!! EAT MY CUNT AND SUCK IT AND FUCK ME WITH YOUR TONGUE FOREVER!!!" Betty shouted, and to hell with the neighbors and all, for nothing in the world could matter once a person had felt these deepest joys of totally abandoned incestual sex.
CHAPTER SIX
Betty had cum so hard from Glen's cuntlapping that she had to rest for several minutes before she could get up from the living room carpet. Glen waited anxiously, looking as if he didn't believe her assureances that she was fine, just fine. His hard-on had disappeared of its own accord by the time he helped her to her feet and she tottered off to the bathroom.
There she washed, primped, and thought it all over. Of course he was still waiting for her when she returned, wearing his pajama bottoms now, still looking anxiously worried as she donned her discarded black-trimmed blue panties. She sat on the couch with him, holding his hand, to have a serious talk about a situation that threatened to run away with both of them.
"Now you know what it's like when a woman really cums," she said. "I got carried away. You're ... well, you're quite a lover. Very special to me."
"I thought you were gonna have a heart attack or something," he said, anxiety still showing in her eyes. "But I just couldn't stop."
She patted his hand. "You did the right thing.
I'd be climbing the walls now if you had stopped. I've been too long without sex. A woman needs sex. With a man. And a boy your age needs sex too. It's going to happen between us again, Glen. There won't be any avoiding it. Especially since I made a promise to you to model the rest of that fancy lingerie I have. Every time I model for you, you're going to get an erection, and every time you get an erection I'm going to give you a helping had." She smiled. "Or a helping mouth. That's going to get me all excited and frustrated and then you're going to have to help me. I don't see how we can avoid it, and as long as we keep it to ourselves, I don't see how it's going to hurt either one of us. I'll bet your prickie's stiff right now, and you wouldn't mind at all if I helped calm it down."
He looked down at his lap, at his tightly clenched thighs, rather ruefully. He shook his head and said, "It went away when you were ... when I got so worried about you."
She raised her eyebrows, and she smiled. She patted his leg and said, "It looks as if I'm making a big problem out of nothing then. Come. Help me finish the housework. Then you can go out and play and we'll forget all about what's happened between us today."
He rose to do her bidding. He'd always been a good boy, but now in his concern for her he was being especially good. As they worked together on the dusting and vacuuming and dishes, Betty made a conscious effort to show that she was none the worse for her orgasmic outbursts. She was gay and chatty with her son, and she moved lightly and gracefully about the house in her simple chores. His concern for her diminished and soon he was smiling again. The music was still playing and Betty was feeling so nice that she couldn't help but do her work in time to it. Her pretty new lingerie gave her a sense of freedom that she expressed in every turn of her body she made, in every bending to pick up a fallen dust cloth or straighten a disarranged throw rug. She felt happy that their incestuous love affair was over and she was still happy that her son remained admiring of her mature, lingerie-accentuated curves. Together they had the housework done before noon, and he followed her into the kitchen while she set out to make lunch. He leaned smiling against the sink while she prepared the food and chatted with him.
"I do have some very pretty little things in that pink bag. Naughty but nice. You'll see them all, just as I promised you in that moment of very nice weakness. I have a new pink undies and white and yellow, and a little black outfit that's so sexy I don't even know if I should wear it for you."
"Yeah?" he said, all smiles again, such fun to be with.
"Don't worry," she said, and kissed his cheek as she flitted past him to the refrigerator. "I told you, you'd see it all and you will," she said, and gave him a playful swat and squeeze on his fanny as she passed him again with the milk. "If you're going to help me as much as you did today, you're going to be rewarded. And if my big boy wants his reward to be a modeling show now and then, that's what my big boy is going to get. It doesn't necessarily have to get you all hot and bothered to see me parading around in skimpy little things like this. A boy can appreciate a nice figure without getting an erection. Can't he?"
He looked down at the front of his pajamas, grinned up at her, and shrugged.
The smile vanished from her face. She set down the carton of milk and came to him at once. "Oh, honey. Don't tell me you've got another stiffie. Let Mother see." She reached inside his pajamas. "Oh, you poor dear! It's as big and hard as ever. Harder! Honey, how long have you had this? I mean, how long has it been all hard and hot like this?"
"A long time now. I couldn't help it."
"Well, of course you couldn't." She hugged him and kissed him, confirming the state of his excitement from the trembling warmth of his body and the hot hardness pressed against her tummy. "You're a normal boy, and looking at a woman dressed like I am gets you hot." She held him by his shoulders and looked him straight in the eye. "Maybe we should't have anymore modeling shows. Maybe I should take all those pretty things back to where I bought them."
"Aw, Mom! You promised."
She sighed. "So I did. And a mother's promise can't be broken." She kissed him. She hugged him. Warmly and sweetly and sexily. And she sighed again and said, "It looks as if I'm going to have to help you again. We can't have you running around like that all day, now can we? You might fall down and break it."
They laughed together at this, mother and son. "Whoops!" she said, and tugged his drawstring again, dropping his pajamas down to his ankles another time. With his lovely young prick in her hand and with his biggest smile on his face, she said, "This is just what I was afraid of, darling. Every time I put on a show for you, you're going to get all stiff and hard and hot like this. And I'm going to have to do something about it for you."
She tucked his hot prick between her legs, nested it warmly between her soft, naked thighs and her thinly covered pussy. She slung her arms about his neck and he held her round the waist as she spoke seriously to him. "I'm going to help you cum when you get like this. You're going to help me cum when I need it, too. We'll do it with our hands, we'll do it with our mouths, because we need it and we're not hurting anyone. But right now, this," she said, and squeezed his stiff prick with her soft thighs and her terrifically yearning pussy, "this is a close as we'll ever get to fucking each other. It's all right for us to use that word together. It's not all right for us to fuck. That's something you'll save for the woman you marry. We'll just play together, help each other out, but we'll never ever fuck. Okay?"
He nodded, radiantly happy, just the way a mother likes to see her son. She kissed him lightly on the lips, almost tearfully happy herself, and she said, "Remember I told you I was going to help you cum in a very special way?"
"Huh? Yeah. I remember," he said, squirming his prick in and out of the very warm cubbyhole it had.
"Now's the time. If you can reach around behind me and undo my bra, I'll give you a very special treat, something you'll like."
She kissed him again while he fumbled with her bra snaps. This was a full-blown kiss of sexy passion. Coupled with her sinuous, near-naked writhings against him, it would hopefully teach him some self-control in erotic situations, plus the enjoyment of those situations themselves. She hoped he wouldn't cum before he freed her bra, and he didn't.
"Do you like my tits, honey? Play with them all you want to. They're so nice and soft and pretty, and it feels so nice to have you touch them like that. My, haven't you got my nipples nice and hard. Mmmm, feels so good to have fun together. Nice hands like yours and nice tits like mine just naturally go together. Other things go nicely with pretty tits like mine, too. Like kisses and, well, other things. Don't cum between my legs, honey. I know you want to, but don't, because I have something special for you. Let's go back into the living room where we can be more comfortable. Lunch can wait for a few more minutes."
He gladly followed his stiff prick, which was very gladly following Betty's swaying hips and switching butts. She led the way to the carpet where they'd had such oral sexual fun, and there she lay down on her back and reached up to him with her smile and her hands.
"Just sit right down on my tummy, honey. Don't be afraid."
He wasn't afraid. Not with a hard-on like that. He was a little cautious about putting his full weight on her but she urged him to do so with her hands on his thighs and buttocks, and the feeling of his balls and fanny on her abdomen was a pure delight to her. The feeling of his prick against her chest was even better, especially when she pushed her lolling tits in from the sides to completely cover that sweet hard organ with warmth and smooth softness.
"Feel nice?" she said.
"Oh, wow! It's so warm and soft in there!"
"Mm-hm. Almost as nice as your wife's pussy will feel someday. Does it look nice?"
"Beautiful! Oh, wow!"
"How does it look? Tell me. I can't see from down here."
"Your tits look really big now, bigger than ever! And the ends of them the nipples, your nipples, gosh, they're all big and pink and sticking up like a couple of thumbs or something. You've got the sexiest titties in the whole world! They're covering up my prick so much I can't even see it!"
"Move it around, darling," she said, and further urged him into action by roiling her tits on his hidden hardness. "Maybe you can see some of it then."
"Oh, Mom!" he exclaimed, as his hips started moving. "OH, MOM!" he said, as his ruddy red cockhead appeared from between her hand-made decolletage, all sticky wet with its little mouth wide open and begging. "MOM, THIS FEELS SO GOOD!"
"It's tit-fucking, honey. You're fucking me between the tits." she said, helping him every step of the way with the handlings of her tits, with her knee rubbing his back, with her smile beckoning him on. "You won't be able to fuck my pussy but you can fuck my tits. Suck my pussy, fuck my tits-Suck my pussy, fuck my tits!"
"O-O-O-O-O-RRGH! Oh, Mom, YES!!!" he cried, and she pulled harder on his ass, got his jerking cock up to her chin before its first spurt erupted warmly up the side of her face.
She got the second spurt in her mouth, and it sent a geyser of heavenly stars up to her brain. She felt so very wonderful that she had to laugh then, and this she did while he hovered directly over her head, crotch straddling her joyful face, lovely jism creaming all over her cheeks and brow and lips while she nuzzled his balls and moved her hands and her face all over his slippery hard dick.
That day set the pattern for other days that followed. They certainly didn't have sex every day, for Betty felt that wouldn't be altogether good for a growing boy of Glen's age. They had sex two or three times a week. This wasn't at all because Glen, and Betty, didn't want more. From the way Glen looked at her when they were alone, it was clear he wanted to have sex several times a day. Betty wanted it that often, too, but she put her son's welfare above her mature desires and rationed out their sex.
This wasn't so easy to do at first. It was hard to turn him aside when such adoring worship shined in his eyes, and hard to disregard the lusty bulge in his pants when they were alone in the house with no chance of getting caught at their delightfully sinful fun.
Not that she felt they were really sinning. What they did together sexually was merely a matter of practicality and necessity. Both were very sexual beings and neither were interested in anyone else. By the time Glen grew a little older and started dating, Betty would be in a position to start dating men her age, and their sex games would naturally come to an end. Until then they would live happier and healthier lives if they enjoyed a moderation of sex together. Glen would learn sex techniques that he'd enjoy all his life, both of them would be free of sexual frustration, and no one would ever know about it. And as long as they didn't fuck, it wasn't really incest and it wasn't really sinning. It was just good fun.
The fun was directed by Betty's rules. Although Glen was constantly looking at her longingly and forever making suggestive remarks, he was not allowed to approach her except under her very special conditions. She might be burning with the need for sex as much as he apparently was, but as long as she was in her street clothes or in a house dress, overt sex was taboo. But when she appreared in her lingerie, it was quite a different matter. Glen never knew when this was going to happen, but he was always ready for it. If she told him to be home at six o'clock, for instance, he would be home at six o'clock, for he never knew if he would return to the house to find her in a modest dress or in provocative panties and bra. If she decreed that yard work should be done, he did it promptly, knowing that at the end of it he might find her preparing iced tea for them, fetchingly attired in her fancy new underwear. That was the rule she set, and he abided by it. Their other rule, an unspoken one that was broken on occasion, was that they played their game with a pretense of naivete, as if each sexual encounter they had was the first.
Typical of their developing affair with one another was one weekday morning when Glen awoke to the sound of the television set in the living room. He'd always been an incorrigibly lazy riser, but on this morning he only had to listen to that unusual sound of music and voices for a few seconds before he was up and out of bed to investigate.
He found his beautiful mother on the living room floor, exercising in coordination with the pretty young lady on the television screen. The very shapely blonde was cheerily extrolling the virtues of staying in shape while she showed her audience how to firm up their bodies. Betty was listening and mimicking her. The woman on the screen was clad in a red, form-fitting leotard that previously would have sent Glen into the bathroom for a masturbation session. Betty was dressed in a manner that kept him right where he was, grinning down at her.
All she had on was panties and bra. White. In comparison with the other frothy garments that had come out of her big pink bag, this latest outfit was almost chaste. The bra was lacy but full cut, and it fully covered her breasts. The panties were white and lacy too, but they were not the clinging, hip-hugging, high-rising variety that ordinarily helped his young prick up to an eagerly hard condition. These panties were snug about her waist, but they flared out over her hips. Their leg holes were widely trimmed with lace, but they did not embrace her nubile thighs with twin circlets of concealed elastic. Their gleaming white crotchband fit her just a little loosely, comfortably, and the legs of the panties flared prettily over her thighs two inches below where the legholes of ordinary panties would fit. It was like she was wearing the tiniest, flimsiest of microskirts, with a built-in crotchband that just barely covered her pussy. Glen could glimpse that pussy, black-furred, for Betty was lying on her side, head propped up on her hand, while she scissored one bare leg upward in imitation of the lady on the TV screen. He liked what he saw.
"Hi, honey," she said, smiling but not interrupting her exercising. "Nice to see you up so bright and early. I'm firming up the old body. Care to join me?"
"It looks pretty firm to me already," he said, and came and knelt in front of her, hard-on sticking happily out of his pajamas, while he ran his hands over her body. He fondled her titties and squeezed her soft shoulders. He smoothed his hands over her waist and petted her hip. He felt of her legs, gloriously smooth, and he slipped a hand between her legs to quickly squeeze her big soft fanny while she had her leg in the elevated position. He put his hand inside her panties, easy to do with those wide leg holes, and there he cupped her soft-furred pussy, pulled nicely at her clitoris, and inserted a finger in the warmly clinging hole that was already moist and getting more so. "Yeah," he said, "you feel nice and firm to me already."
"Some exercise won't do me any harm. It wouldn't hurt you, either. Join me if you like," she said, and altered position at the command of the blonde in the leotard.
Glen quickly took off his pajamas and began to exercise with his mother, stark naked and happy as could be. On their knees, facing each other, hands on hips, they swiveled their torsos, thrusting alternate shoulders forward. First her left breast then her right was thurst in his admiring direction, while his stiff prick swung from side to side like a derrick. When he reached out a hand, it was filled first with her left breast, then with her right, over and over again in time with the exercise music until again they changed positions.
Now Glen stood behind Betty while the girl on the screen showed them how to touch their toes. Left toe with the right hand, right toe with the left, bare feet planted wide apart. Glen performed this health-giving rite three or four times before the rhythmic loomings of his mother's shapely ass brought him to his knees. Then he knelt directly behnd her, fondling her buttocks under her white satin panties, kissing her ass through those panties as it bobbed and moved and swayed and thrust against his face. He was in a giddy state of sexual happiness when at last their director said they could rest.
She laid down flat on her back, arms extended over her head, breathing deeply. "I feel so invigorated," she said.
He laid down on his side, cheek propped up on his hand, head hovering close over her hip. "Do you, Mom?"
"I feel good all over," she said, stretching, flexing her arms, nuding his stiff prick with her elbow, for they were lying inverted, with their feet pointing in exactly opposite directions.
"You sure do look good," he said, and delicately lifted the nearest leg hole of her flared panties to peep inside at her pussy.
"I feel just glowing with sunshine and health. OOo, I hope I'm not perspiring and smelling bad."
Glen leaned forward, following his nose into the lacy satin tent made by his fingers, and there he inhaled deeply and nuzzed warmly and reported, "You smell just fine to me."
"Glen, that tickles," she said, shifting her warmed buttocks on the carpet and spreading her legs a bit more.
"Does it?" he said, and stuck out his tongue, and just managed to tip her clitoris with it.
"You know very well it tickles. How would you like it if I tickled your prick with my tongue like that?" she said, and lightly took it in hand.
He burrowed deeper, licked her swelling clit more directly, before he said, "It wouldn't be the same thing. I'm all naked and you've got these sexy white panties covering up your pretty pussy."
"Don't you like them? Shouldn't I exercise in them?"
"They're okay," he said, smoothing his cheek all over their front panel, moving closer, kissing her cunt very warmly through the loose crotchband and on either side of it. "They're okay, but it might be better if you didn't have them on for the rest of your exercises."
Betty got up on her knees to tower over Glen. She smiled down on him, caressing her lovely body, squeezing her brassiered tits, fondling her softly bulging tummy, then hooking her thumbs inside the waistband of her panties and easing them down. He lay there looking up at her most lustfully, stroking his stiff prick while he observed each inch of her panties' descent.
"Honey, you shouldn't play with your prick like that," she said, with the waistband of her panties cutting across her pubic hair in front and undercutting her buttocks behind.
"But it itches so bad whenever I see you taking your pretty panties off and showing me your pussy."
"Maybe I should put them on again," said she, flared satin lace draped about her silken thighs, fingers toying under their waistband.
"Take 'em down a little lower and I'll do all the yard work today."
"You'll do that anyway," she said, playing with her titties again, with the half-bared pussy provocatively peeping at him from over the thin white cloth.
"Take 'em down a little lower," he said, "and I'll lick it and kiss it really good for you, suck on your clit just the way you like it and stick my tongue up inside you and lap your cunt till you cum all over the place."
"Would you do that for me?" she said, as the panties slithered on down her smoothly shaven thighs.
"I sure would," said he, and he stretched out flat on his back, looking up at her upside-down, reaching out for her as she pushed the panties down to her knees and eased her near-nude body down on his.
That was the first time they'd engaged in sixty-nine, the first time he had sucked her twat while she was sucking his prick. It was a memorable occasion. It seemed to bring them still closer together in their affair. They knew each others' bodies by then, and thus, despite the wildly rising excitements in them, they were able to tease and pace their oral devotions, bringing each of them close to a huge climax, then backing off a bit to begin anew. Of course Betty came many times, for by then she invariably enjoyed multiple orgasms with her son. Still that final orgasm, the one that occurred just when he was cumming, stood above the rest in sensational good feeling. And of course Glen knew this and he avidly worked her toward it as they rolled about so frenziedly on the floor that her new panties were split. His head was burrowed deep between her yawning thighs and hers was bobbing rapidly up and down between his legs as they rolled on the floor. Their gasping outcries of spiraling ecstasy were muffled by the luscious flesh they licked and sucked, while hands dug deep to further tighten the embrace. They came like a pair of wildcats in heat. It was the most ripping orgasm they'd ever had together. It was almost as good as fucking, Betty thought, as she rolled about on the carpet with her son, cumming endlessly, while his hot jism poured into her mouth and down her gulping gullet in torrents. It left them both so happily exhausted, so thoroughly sated, that Betty was absolutely certain that their newest pleasure together, sixty-nining, would be the final, ultimate enjoyment they would ever have to have together.
Who needed fucking?, she asked herself, when there were oral pleasures like that to be had with her son.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Betty and Glen enjoyed their pleasures together immensely. They were never caught at them, they rarely if ever worried about what they were doing, they just enjoyed. The only thing that paid a price was Betty's lingerie wardrobe. Panties and brassieres were torn on occasion, for both of them were known to be carried away by their passions from time to time. Their enthusiasm for sex endured very nicely, and they constantly invented new variations on the games they played. If there was any problem at all in their love-making it was that her wardrobe was slowly shrinking, and that soon Glen had seen every stich of lingerie Betty had, both new and old. It was time to get some new.
Since her previous lingerie-shopping excursion, a month and a half before, Betty had only seen Vi in passing. She hadn't really avoided the proprietress of Laces and Things, but neither had she sought her out. Now on a Saturday afternoon Betty phoned Vi's shop from her shop and asked if she could drop in for a chat and some new undies. Vi said, "Great. If you're not in a rush to get to your boy friend, let's make an evening of it." Betty agreed to this on the phone because Glen would be busy that evening, and because by then she'd confessed to herself that she'd had a pretty crazy time with the big woman-loving redhead on their previous meeting in the privacy of Vi's underwear shop.
Vi looked as handsomely feminine as before when Betty called at her shop after hours. She was in a flamboyant red pants suit that clearly out-lined every detail of her busty, hippy, crotchy figure, and her strongly lovely face was brightly made up and her rich red hair was glossy with waves. Betty was in a cute little dress that made her feel as feminine as she felt daring while the two women walked arm in arm to the next door bowling alley for a drink or two before their private time together would begin.
They drew a lot of attention from the men there, for they artfully flirted with them. They didn't pay for their drinks, but neither did they let any men pick them up for an evening of dinner and dancing and sex. They remained in their dark corner booth, sipping and smiling and giggling, to all appearances a couple of very attractive divorcees out for a good time, while under the table they squeezed each other's thighs and hips and pussies preparatory to some good wicked fun between just the two of them. If Betty had had any self pretense about not getting it on with Vi that night, it was long gone before they wended their short way back to Vi's store and locked the front door behind them.
Vi led Betty past her displays of pretty things to the back of the store. There, shielded by racks of negligees, she made her intentions perfectly clear by sweeping the brunette widow into her arms and kissing her full on the mouth. "Think that'll hold you till I get back with some Champagne?" said Vi, and Betty nipped Vi's underlip with her teeth and said, "Take your time. I'll give you sixty seconds."
Why not have a ball with the switch-hitting redhead? It wasn't as if Betty was completely innocent when it came to this sort of thing. She'd had kicks with Vi before and there was nothing stopping her from having more. Any woman who was horny enough to play games with her own son shouldn't think twice about letting a lesbian play games with her. Take two sexy women, fill with cocktails, mix thoroughly, and the result should certainly be fun, games, and orgasms. All this while Betty was rapidly stripping off her clothes, every damned stitch of them for a change, and sitting down on the couch, back against the arm rest, opened legs stretched out on the cushions. She was already as hot as she always was at the start of things with Glen. And she was quickly getting herself hotter by rubbing her vulva and fingering her clit while she stared hungrily at the door through which her sexy hostess had passed.
Vi stopped in the doorway and a crooked grin lit her face. Betty didn't stop. She went right on fingerfucking herself and staring boldly at Vi as the big redhead sauntered across the room, setting down the Champagne bottle as she went. She stood over the excited and exciting Betty beside the couch, and as she slowly drew down the front zipper of her bright red jump suit she said, "My, that looks good enough to eat."
Betty looked down at her twat, all red and swollen and wet and getting more so with every passing moment of finger diddling. She looked up at Vi again and said, "Do you ... like to eat it?"
Two big tits, heavily capped with red nipple, swung free as Vi stepped out of the jump suit. She said, "Doesn't everybody? Doesn't your lingerie-loving boy friend like licking a hot twat like that?"
"Ah-h-h-h, he loves it!" Betty replied, waves of orgasm already swelling up all around her. "He eats me all the time, sucks me off every chance he gets and makes me cum like crazy and I love it. And I love to suck him off, too!" she said, and the open confession felt almost as good as her flying fingers did just then. "I must've drunk a gallon of his cum. I love it!"
All Vi had on was a pair of red bikini panties as she sat down beside the frantically finger-fucking brunette, kissed her, ran her hands over her quaking, hard-nippled tits, and said, "And does he fuck you good, too? Does he have a big hard dick that he likes to shove up in this hot little cunt of yours? Hmm?"
Betty groaned, clutched at Vi, clutched at herself, and moaned, "He has the hardest dick in the world! He fucks me in the mouth and between my tits and I love it, I love it all-l-l-l!!!"
"Doesn't he slip that hard cock in your cunt? Or up your ass?" said Vi, terrifically sexy so close to the masturbating Betty, electrifying her with her hands.
"I want to cum!" said Betty, clutching at Vi, clumsily mouthing at her rich red lips. "I want to cum a hundred times tonight!"
"You've been thinking about my dildoes, haven't you? You've been wondering if they'd feel as good as a live cock, and if I know how to use them. Want me to go get one?"
"Yes!" Betty blurted. "I need to get fucked. I need you to fuck me! I need it so bad!"
Vi kissed her deeply, then got up on one knee on the couch. She pushed her scanty red panties down over her big white hips. "Do you like to eat pussy?" she said, just as that red-haired part of her appeared at the bunched waistband of her panties.
Betty stared at it, shook her head, said, "I don't know. I've never...."
"Never done it? said Vi, eyebrow arching, smile broadening.
"I just need to get fucked!" Betty said, orgasmic waves rising higher in her, fingers flying faster. "He suckes me and makes me cum so good and we go sixty-nine till we're both out of our minds and I drink his cum by the gallon, but I need to get fucked. Jesus, Vi, I need to get fucked!!!"
Vi got up from the couch and stripped off her panties. She was as naked as Betty as she strolled hip-swinging across the room, took out the entire drawer of dildoes, and came carrying it back to the couch. Betty was still finger fucking herself, knowing she couldn't stop now until one of those big plastic cocks was being pushed up inside her aching twat. She was so hot she was trembling all over and lightly perspiring as Vi placed one knee on the couch again, this time with a very effective looking white vibrating dildo in her hands. She kissed it, moved its blunt tip over her throat and tits, and said, "I'd like to use this on you. This and others. You've never been fucked by a woman, either, have you?"
Betty quickly shook her head. "Never. But I want to. I need it tonight. God, do I EVER need it!"
"And I need to do it to you. I like sex, with a woman as much as with a man. I like it best of all when I'm getting a virgin, in some form or another. I like to get young girls and boys in here and show them what they've been missing. I like to pop girls' cherries with that big black strap-on dildo there in the drawer. I like to give young, pretty girls their first taste of pussy. And honey," she said, stroking Betty's fevered head, "you look very young and pretty right now. Kiss it, baby. Taste it. Eat a little pussy for me."
It was right there in front of Betty, all red and weirdly alluring, and it was getting closer all the time as Vi swayed her big hips forward, and exerted gentle pressure on Betty's head. She didn't want to go overboard on this lesbian thing, but she knew she had to please Vi if she wanted to get that fucking she so badly needed. She wanted to taste it, she told herself, only to see for herself what it was that Glen liked so much about eating pussy. By then the expanse of white flesh and red hair obscured everything else from Betty's field of vision. By then Betty was only aware of her fingers digging at her clit, and of Vi's softly urging words:
"Come on, sweet thing, and eat a little pussy. You'll like it. Such a sexy thing to do. So warm and sweet, two of us lying side by side, playing with each others' titties, each eating pussy and cumming like wonderful crazy. Come, darling, taste it a little and then I'll thrill you like you've never been thrilled before. Nice and warm. Oh, doesn't that feel nice and smell nice and yes-s-s-s-s," she purred, drawing Betty closer, nestling her panting lips more warmly against her steamy, soft red bush.
Heaven help her, it did feel good, and the smell of hot pussy was divine. She's only meant to deliver a few compulsory kisses, but that smell was seducing her. Closer her lips were being pressed to the warm wet softness under the silky hair, hot breath searing tenderest flesh while the seducing words purred on. Betty even took her hand from her twat in a last minute effort to push herself away from the big body that was too much like her own, but the flesh of Vi's hip was wondrously soft and sexy, and by then the smell of mature pussy in heat had finished her seduction. She thrust out her tongue into silken wet flesh, immediately found Vi's oversized clitoris, girdled it with her lips and began sucking as well as lapping.
"Oh, darling," Vi purred, massaging her head. "You took to it in no time. Mmm, isn't it good! It's plain you've never sucked cunt before, but Jesus, you're learning fast. Honey, you're making me feel so good! I hope I'm not getting too wet for you. I'd better get a towel and dry off a bit before you go on," she said, and took her knee from the couch cushion.
"No!" said Betty, grasping her about the hips, holding her right there beside the couch with two hands digging into her soft big butts. "No, I like your cunt all wet and gushy. I love it!" she said, on her knees beside the couch now, face tilted up under Vi's big open crotch, mouth and tongue foraging hungrily for more.
Vi gave her more. Above the jutting mounds of her naked tits, she smiled, and below the soft bulge of her belly she spread out her cuntlips with her fingers so Betty's avidly licking tongue and madly sucking lips could taste her and thrill her without the impediment of the wet cunthairs that had been there before.
"Honey, that's so good!" said Vi, squirming her luscious cunt for Betty, giving her all she wanted to slurp and suck on. "I'm going to lick yours pretty soon, and fuck you, too. It's so nice for a woman to lick cunt. There's no need at all for there to be any restrictions about who you have sex with. Man or woman, girl or boy, it doesn't matter at all as long as it feels good. And is this ... ever ... feeling good!" she cried, cunt flooding with delicious juices, big hips shuddering and jerking forward in response to Betty's skyrocketing ardor, in response to Vi's exploding orgasm.
"Lick it and suck it and make me cum, MAKE ME CUM!" the big redhead demanded, though Betty needed no such instruction to go on sucking that big red cunt squatting down on her upturned face. It didn't matter who she was having sex with, it didn't matter if she was on the giving or the receiving end. It was simply something she had to have, all the time, whether it was kneeling in fornt of this naked orgasming lesbian or rolling on the floor sixty-nining with her son. She was made for sex and nothing else. The cares of the world, all her financial problems, everything vanished when she was feeling like this, all naked and hot and glorious, with an ache in her twat that soon would be banished. She licked Vi's cunt till it's juices were dripping off her chin, hugged her big hips and spread her fleshy cuntlips with her fingers and gorged herself on lovely hot twat till Vi had come four, five, half a dozen times, and she would have gone right on eating it to exhaustion had not Vi dragged her to her feet and kissed her hotly on the mouth.
Locked in the lesbian's arms, she was asked, "Do you like eating cunt?", and she breathlessly answered, "Yes!"
"Is yours nice and hot?" Vi asked her, and took a handful of her sopped flesh, and Betty thrust it against her and answered, "It's on fire!"
"Are you going to drop by to lick me off again soon?"
"Yes! Oh, GOD yes!"
"Your cunt feels nice, Betty. Tight. Does it feel like being stretched now? Are you ready for me to fuck you with my special cock?"
"I've never been so ready for anything in my life before! VI, FUCK ME! Where is it???"
"I'll get it. It's right here on the floor. You sit down on the couch and get comfortable, dear. Sit right on the edge of it, Betty, with your pretty legs spread and your hot little cunt wide open and waiting. I'm really going to fuck you good, you know that? Give us a kiss first."
Betty kissed her with fierce passion and fell back on the couch in the position described for her. Vi winked at her and picked up the big black dildo with its trailing straps. "See the base of it?" she said, holding up the thrillingly obscene object. "It fits perfectly against the user's clit, so every time I shove it to you, I get a nice little tingle on my end too. Clever people, these horny women," she said, and commenced to buckle the longest strap about her waist.
Betty could see the whole scene in the mirror, and it was the lewdest tableaux she had ever imagined. There was the big redhead, naked and grinning, with a gross black plastic cock dangling down from her glistening wet cunt, and there was the petite brunette, all sprawled out on the couch, panting and squirming in heat, cunt wide open and waiting to be stuck with that obscene false dick. And though both of them gazed at that dildo, it was not the center of this lewd scene. The center of that was Betty herself, the businesswoman who'd marched right into the lesbian's lair knowing she'd get fucked by her, the woman who'd just sucked on a cunt and promised to do it again and again, the mother who'd been come searching for lingerie for the further seduction of her own son. She was as wicked as she could be, and getting more so all the time.
"Hurry, Vi," she said, and drew her knees up to her tits, the better to tempt her lesbian lover with the glowing target of her twat. "My cunt's just burning up for you.
"It will leave here happy," said Vi, and gave off in the strapping on her dildo to kneel before the couch and lave the seething length and breadth of Betty's cunt with a long and luxuriously thrilling tongue.
"Oh-h-h-h-h, that's good! Ah-h-h, that's wonderful!" said Betty, and it would have been more than enough to sate her just weeks ago. But now she'd changed, and now she said, "But stick me, honey. Fuck me with your big, fat cock!"
Vir rose licking her lips, gazing lustfully down at her. She picked up the champagne bottle, popped the cork, and drank from the foaming neck of it. It was handed to Betty and the bubbly wine spilled down over her tits as she swilled from it, and then it was quickly laid aside as Betty said, "Come ON, Vi! Get it in me before I start using this damned bottle!"
Vi's big tits swung down as she bent to fix one of the straps about her big, milk-white thigh. When it was secured, the black plastic cock no longer dangled but rose from her loins at an angle that made it look more real, and that made Betty groan in new anticipation. Vi twisted her torso to get to the other buckle and Betty rubbed her boiling twat to keep it still for just another moment.
"Give me a hand," said Vi. "I can't seem to get it."
Betty was on her knees in a flash, fumbling with the buckle, tightening it to draw the dildo into the full upright position, and placing feverish kisses on Vi's voluptuous big ass, even lifting the dildo's base to kiss her twat again. She was delirious with her heat when she'd been helped back to her position on the couch, and the same high heat glowed in Vi's eyes as she assumed a kneeling position before her.
"Ah-h-h-h, YES!" said Betty, as the big dick was laid against the open trench of her twat.
"I don't care how it goes in. Just get it in me!" said Betty, twisting and squirming, legs drawn up again, frantic to get her fuck-hole down to the moving tip of that cock.
"Don't want to hurt you, my pretty. I want you coming back for more," said Vi, unmerciful in her expert teasing with her favorite toy.
"I'll be back! You know I will! Just get it in me! JUST FUCK ME! NOW!!!"
"Ther-r-re we go," said Vi, and inserted the thickly tapered tip of her cock into Betty's gaping twat.
"Oh, YES! That's what I need! All of it!!!"
"You'll get it all. A little at a time. Mm-m-m, feels so good. Just what you need. A cock that never goes soft. Stretching you all the way. A cock that's meant for fucking, not just for sucking. If that boy friend of yours had one half this size, you wouldn't be here now. You'd be missing the best fucking you'll ever get in your life."
Betty was in no mood for comparisons. She was only in the mood to get fucked. To this end she squirmed and shoved with her hips, tilted her pelvis to provide better access for the prenetrating cock, and assured the lesbian that this indeed was the biggest thrill of her life. Her reward was deeper and deeper penetration, more and more stretching friction as the thing was pushed an inch into her clinging slick tunnel, withdrawn half an inch, then shoved in yet another inch. She watched the foot-long, wrist-thick thing disappear in her, and she wasn't a bit surprised that her long hungering cunt could take it all. Vi watched it, too, gloating at her accomplishment, pulling at Betty's tits, reminding her again and again that this was the very best kind of fucking. By the time the plastic cockhead was sliding against Betty's cervix she'd cum at least six times, and she was more than ready for more.
"Is it okay?" said Vi, fully into her, resting for the moment.
"Feels wonderful!"
"You're a regular little trouper. I've know chicks who were crying and telling me to wait, stop, and they only had half this much in them. I remember a cute little nigger prostitute I had in here last winter that...."
"Vi, I don't give a damn about your other conquests. I just want to get FUCKED!"
"So be it," said Vi, and began to move, and Betty began to yelp.
"Oh! Oh, MY GOD! Vi, you're splitting me! Oh, it's so wonderful! The biggest cock in the world, and I'm taking all of it. Vi, look at it go in me! Just listen to it slurp! Oh, shit! Oh, this is GLORIOUS! Oh, oh, OH-H-H-H, HOW I NEEDED TO GET FU-U-U-U-U-U-UCKED!!!"
Vi didn't try to shut her up. She couldn't. She was doing too much huffing and moaning, she was too busy humping and stabbing with the outlandishly big dildo, proving to both of them that what she'd bragged about was more than mere bragging. She was a big, strong woman, able to drive that thing with great vigor. Betty was small, petite, but she was taking Vi's best and urging her to deliver more.
By then Betty's legs were locked about Vi's waist. She was grimacing in her ecstasies and hanging onto Vi's shoulders as the thick wedge was driven into her time and time again. And by then Vi's hands were under Betty's flexing ass, pulling her up to meet each savage penetration of the dick she drove so well. She was amazed at how much Betty was taking, thrilled at the number of orgasms ripping through both of them. Still she drove on, determined to find out just how much Betty-and herself-could take.
"Up!" Vi grunted, and ass-snatched Betty up off the couch.
"OW!" Betty cried, as almost the full weight of her body was suddenly impaled on the thick pole that was in her.
"UP!" Vi gasped, and with a mighty heave, she got to her feet.
"OH!" Betty shouted, eyes and mouth wide, hanging onto sweating womanflesh with arms and legs as she was hauled up on the end of that cock.
"AND AWAY!" said Vi, and began humping for all she was worth, flexing and reflexing her knees, digging fingers into Betty's jouncing ass while she bounced the exploding woman up and down on her dick.
"Oh, my GOD! THIS IS IT! MORE, MORE, MOR-R-R-R-RE!!!" Betty shouted, orgasms bursting everywhere in the room, even as she was weakening and slipping from the humping perch she clung to.
Big Vi was weakening, too, but she had enough strength left to stagger to a wall, pinion Betty against it just as Betty's legs slipped from round her waist to dangle toward the floor. Panting heavily now, she kept on driving into the moaning woman, both of them dazedly watching the reflections of two very gross and sexy women in the mirror beside them. She drove on as Betty slipped further down the wall, and she was still pushing that big cock into her when she was on her knees. At last, with a shuddering sigh, she toppled them sidewards and lay there panting, saying, "There. There. Now you've really been fucked.
Whew! There's not a man in the world who can do that to you. That ought to hold you for a while."
"Mm-m-m-m-m." Betty stretched, wriggled her cunt on the dildo. "That was just super. We're going to have to do that again some time."
Vi grinned, sighed, rolled away from her. The dildo popped out of Betty's supersaturated cunt to stand like a flagpole over her heavy loins. "Whew! That about wore me out. God, how many times did we cum? I might sleep right here tonight. I suppose you want to split now. Pick out any fancy undies you want for your boy friend's kicks. And fetch me what's left of the Champagne before you go.
Betty kissed her and unsteadily got to her feet. She sipped the wine and handed the bottle over to Vi, who drank deeply from it while Betty considerately unbuckled the big black dildo that had done such a good job for them. She tucked it away in its place in the drawer and returned bearing two battery-operated vibrating dildoes. "I have another hour," she said, handing one of the two devices to Vi, and taking the bottle for another drink. "Let's suck cunt and fuck each other with these things till I have to go home. And when I do go, I won't be needing any more of your fancy undies."
CHAPTER EIGHT
Betty slept late that next Sunday morning. She hadn't the slightest hangover as a remembrance of the night before, but her matted cunthair and her slightly sore twat served her in good stead for this. She lay abed a while, daydreaming, smiling, confirming her decision of the night before, and then she got up and took a long, luxurious bubble bath that eased away the tenderness in her cunt and made her feel luxuriously pampered and pretty. An artful application of make-up and fragrant dusting powder enhanced this feeling and she felt more than ready to face a lovely Sunday as she left her bathroom. She tied a bright red ribbon round her raven hair, primped a final time before her bedroom mirror, and went to look for her son.
Sunday mornings had always been a special time for them. Even before Glen's father had died. This Sunday would be a particularly special one for them, the end of one era, the start of another.
She found him in the living room, clad in his pajamas and robe, amid the Sunday paper all strewn out on the floor. "Hi, M-" he started to say, then sat there with his jaw dangling while she went over to him, closed his mouth, and kissed it.
"Hungry? How about some waffles?" she said as she stood beside him, hands on hips, smile radiant.
"Gee, Mom," he said, gazing up and down and up and down her body. "I never saw you ... You look so ... Gee, Mom!"
She laughed and said, "You never saw me naked before?" She turned about, twice, once in each direction, and as she did so she used her hands to contour each of her very nude and very womanly charms for him. "I think it's about time you did," she said. "And it's about time we had a little talk. But first, what about those waffles?"
"Sure," he said, still all agape at her. "Gee, you're pretty. I mean, gosh, I never saw you like that before. I mean, you know, I've seen your titties naked and your pussy naked but I've never seen it, you know, all at once naked! Gee!"
She turned again to make sure he saw it all, every bit of it, laughing gaily, bending to kiss him again. She drew him to his feet, felt the hardness of him as she kissed his face and ruffled his hair. She felt of his prick with her hand, and she sighed in mock resignation and said, "With a nice hard thing like that in your jams, I think we'd best have our talk before we have our waffles."
The funny papers rustled as she led him over them to the couch. He still looked completely awestruck as she helped him off with his bathrobe. She took off his pajama top, too, smoothed her hand over his panting chest, and said, "It won't be long till you're sprouting hairs there, dear. Here. Let's get you just as naked as I am for our little talk," she said, and once again she pulled that handy drawstring that sent his pajama bottoms to his ankles. He curled up on his legs rather gingerly beside her on the couch, but there was nothing timid about the way his strong young dick stood up out of his loins.
Betty hugged him and kissed him, thrilled at the obvious excitement in him, but hiding her own excitement well. She stroked his legs and pinched his hip, tickled him and petted his chest and said, "Isn't it fun to be naked together like this?"
"It sure is!" he said, about to jump out of his skin, breath fluttering and prick oozing sweet, clear goodness.
"We ought to do it more often. Pretty as it is, who needs all that underwear? Your prick gets nice and hard without it," she said, giggling and kissing him, on his nose, on each of his pebble-hard nipples, on the delectably sweet knob of his prick.
"Yeah. Wow! Yeah. It sure does!" he said, eyes wide as teacups, hands reaching out for Betty's alluring nudity now too.
She slung a leg over his, nestled closer, ever touching and fondling him and by her actions encouraging the same thing from him. She said, "You know it's the most natural thing in the world for two animals to be naked together. And we are animals, even though we're people. Native people in the jungle don't wear clothes, and they're just as happy as they can be. Mmmm, your hands feel so nice on my titties. Those jungle people have a good time all the time. They never have to go to the store, just eat fruit from the trees, and don't have to worry about doing laundry and what the latest fashions are. I think they're smarter than we are," she said, snuggling still closer to him, wriggling against him, making him giggle with her. "Oh!, my beautiful little animal!" she said, and bore him back on the couch with her, giggling and tickling and squealing, and almost cumming from the feeling of his good hard prick pressed hotly against her belly.
"My darling baby! My wonderful young man!" she said, squirming all about on the couch with him, feeling every part of his nakedness from his nose to his toes to his prodding and slipping prick.
"Oh, Mom! Ohmigosh! Oh, Mom!" he exclaimed, compelled to wriggle like an eel against the silky nudity that was all around him, everywhere.
Several times the squirmings of his hips and body brought his prick prodding wonderfully close to Betty's pussy. She didn't think about that. She was just with her son, with no thoughts at all, wrestling around and playing with all the freedom in the universe. This wasn't even sexual, she told herself as they horizontally cavorted on the couch, but just a gaily abandoned time when she and her Glen could let themselves go and be as close as they'd ever wanted to be.
"Wait, Mom, wait!" he cried, as the hot little knob of his prick slipped hard into her wet and open vulva, skidding over her clitoris in a way that made her see stars.
"Wait for what?" she said, laughing merrily, and her hand on his gyrating ass slid down, and her finger went inside his ass-hole, and suddenly, wonderfully, he was right inside her!
"NO-O-O-O! Mom, wait, I ... UR-R-R-R-RGH! I can't ... oh, O-O-O-O-ORRGGH!!!" he said, frantic to get out, to get in, to halt the flow of his entire being through the end of his erupting prick.
"It's all right! It's too late! It's ... OH, MY GOD!!!" she hoarsely shouted, clawing at his ass with both hands, throwing her whole naked body up at him, cumming so completely she knew she'd never stop.
"Mom, Mom, MOM!" he cried, not even able to try to pull out of her now, just humping and screwing in the locked circle of Betty's legs, just squirting and shooting sensationally in the deliciously clinging tunnel his prick had found.
"Give me all of it! Fuck me! Screw me forever!
It's all right, Glennie, hell, it's WONderful!" she cried, mouthing at his ear, digging in with her heels and her claws, fucking him, finally finally fucking her perfect little son, and feeling too good about it to surrender to total sensation and simply pass out.
"Oh! Ohmigosh!" he gasped, coming to a twitching, jerking halt with jism still oozing out from him to her. "I'm sorry," he babbled. "Didn't mean to. Don't know what happened. Au-u-u-u-u-u-u-u-u-ugh!" he groaned, from the depths of remorseful misery.
Betty denied herself the glories of post-orgasmic ecstasies, took his dear face in her hands, and gazed deeply into his shame-filled eyes. She shook her head and said, "Don't be sorry, honey. It was just something that happened, and what's done is done, and we can't turn back the clock, we can't change the past. It felt nice, didn't it?"
"Oh-h-h-h, it hurt," he said, and buried his face in her throat. "I tried so hard to hold it back that it hurt! Mom, I'm sorry. I know I shouldn't have."
She pulled his face up to look at him again, tightened her hold on him with her legs, and said, "But you just can't be sorry about something you couldn't help. It was an accident but it worked out just fine. It hurt at first, but then it felt good to you. I know it felt good to me," she said, and smiled and kissed him, and felt the trembling tension in his mouth start to dissolve. "I guess it was bound to happen sooner or later. We're both just too sexy to keep away from where it's really at, which is fucking, which is what we did. Honey, don't feel bad about it. I won't let you."
"But you always said...."
She silenced him with her lips on his, then said, "What I said was wrong. Even mothers make mistakes. We fucked, and that's that. Matter of fact," she said, with an artful thrust of her hips, "we're still fucking. Your prick's still in my pussy, we're both still feeling good, and any worry we had about it before is gone now, just gone. And if we feel like doing it again, why, we'll just do it and not worry about it. Right?"
He sighed, relaxed on her, and when he did the movement of his still-hard prick brought Betty a small but distinct orgasm. And he said, "I guess so. Whew!" he said, and a small smile finally lit his face. "That was really something. Wow!"
"As good as when we play sixty-nine?"
"Yeah, I think so. I dunno. It all happened so fast. Whew!"
"Next time we'll make it happen slower, better," she said, massaging his back with her hands, massaging his fanny and his thighs with her heels.
"Next time?" she said with a giggle. "What am I talking about? We're still doing it this time."
"Yeah," he said, and pushed his hard little pelvis against her bigger, softer one. "Yeah-h-h," he said, and pushed his dick as far as it would go in her.
"Darling!" she said, pushing back. "You sexy little angel," she said, rotating her hips in a way she'd almost forgotten. "Are you ready to start up again so soon?"
"Like you say, we never quit."
"Put your hands on my tits. Play with 'em and say sexy things to me while we fuck."
"I love your tits," he said, digging fingers in, just right, right up to the point of near pain.
"And I love your hands on me, your mouth on me, your hot little prick in my cunt. Oh, more!" she said, easily leading him into just the right rhythm.
"And I love you in your sexy undies," he said, pistoning his prick beautifully in her tight, slick, hungry old cunt. "I like to see you in panties and brassieres and stockings and garter belts and hose, but I like you even better naked!"
Bare-ass naked just like you!" she exulted, cumming, cumming beautifully.
"I like my prick in your cunt," he growled. "Jeez, it feels good!"
"It does! Yes ... it ... DOES!" she said, jamming it onto his prick, sucking that beautiful hard thing into her, cumming in one lovely steady stream.
"Fuck, fuck fuck," he panted. "Fuck you all the time every day," he growled, doing it just perfectly."
"In my mouth and in my hand and between my tits!" she said, throwing it all up to him at once. "Under my arms and between my toes and in my ass and where else? WHERE ELSE???" she demanded from the reeling heights of her blinding orgasmic bliss.
"In your cunt, in your CUNT, CUNT, CUNT!!" he shouted, throwing his head back in his unbridled fucking abandon, and driving his bone-hard prick deep and fast into her as his time approached.
"HOLD ONTO MY ASS! Don't let it get away from you!" she gasped, then came in a different lovely way when his hands quickly obeyed, and his fingers dug in.
"Argh, uff, off, yes, fuck!" he gasped, in rapid time with the good swift stabs of his frictioning prick in her slick and clinging cunt.
"Quick, stick it in my ass and don't miss anything YES! Yes, yes, YES!!!"she shouted, cunt and clit still cumming hard, even as his prick was whipped out to go plunging into her butt-hole.
He started cumming somewhere around then. Betty was never quite sure when it started, though she relived this time very often in years to come. When she did it all merged into a rosy glow of good, good feelings and she could close her eyes whereever she was and see Glen's stiff little prick shoving and pounding and squirting all over her open crotch, covering the cunt wet hair with pearly goodness, stabbing into her twat and up her butt and skidding over her clit and pounding its way into her loins and turning her whole body into one ... big ... TWAT that would never be the same. It was glorious. It was complete. It was total happiness for the two of them and she insured the totality of their happiness then and for their future by playing naked with him all day, fucking him three, four, five times more and while he rested between fucks preparing him all the kitchen goodies that were his very favorites. It was a day to be remembered, the start of even better things for them.
CHAPTER NINE
Betty was a good mother and responsible enough to prevent their incestuous sex life from consuming them. By keeping it light and gay between them she stilled Glen's pangs of conscience before those pangs could truly trouble him. By applying her womanly wiles she kept his horny young hunger for her alive if not raging at all times. Variety, she knew, was the secret of a continuing happy sex life. And a certain routine was necessary to regulate the life of a growing boy, if it was to be a happy life. And she was as determined to make his life as happy as hers had become. They had a new and wonderful game to play now, but she did not abandon the old one.
When she appeared before him naked, strolling around the house in her birthday suit, it would lead to a lovely session of good old-fashioned fucking. When she slunk out of her bedroom attired in lacy lingerie, Glen knew he could look forward with pleasure to a session of oral lovemaking that would leave them both as sated as if they'd been fucking. And Betty introcuced variety into of these types of sex sessions. Through sex manuals studied late at night and through her own imagination she tutored him in all the fucking positions ever used by mankind.
By mixing and matching her stock of lingerie, she turned each oral lovemaking experience into a one-of-a-kind happening. Through variations, she figured she'd never run out of new fucking positions. But she worried that some of her sexy lingerie might appear before her son too many times. Thus it was that Betty paid her third visit to Laces and Things, on an evening when Glen was out with his young schoolmates, after hours when the shopping center was closing up and her phone call had Vi waiting for her.
"Hi, Big Red," she said, as Vi greeted her at the door of her shop.
"Hi yourself, Little Cutie," said Vi, and kissed her lips and squeezed her ass as Betty slipped in past her. "Feel like dropping in at the bowling alley for a drink before you do your shopping?"
Betty produced a bottle of pre-mixed martinis from her bag. She nuged Vi's thrusting tit with the neck of it, grinned and said, "Why waste time? I'd like to just pay for some new undies, pick them out, and head on home. But I'm in no hurry."
"Don't I already owe you some? said the hovering woman-lover. "As I recall, you paid for quite a few little goodies last time you were here, then left without taking anything with you."
"I don't recall what I took home with me besides a very nice glow. I'd like to pay for what I take tonight. Unless of course you're not in the mood. I can always pay in money."
"Nasty old stuff," said Vi, and lovely warm chills of wicked anticipation slithered through Betty as the back of her dress was unzipped by the lesbian's warm hand. "Take whatever you want, angel. God, you look good tonight. Let's get to work on that bottle and get to work on having some fun. I've missed you."
"And I've missed you," said Betty, and reached up to draw her down into a warm, open-mouthed kiss, right there in front of the store, where anybody could see them through the glass doors.
Vi was no more of a lesbian than she was. Betty had deluded herself into thinking she was coming there for just a drink and some new lingerie. They both liked sex, together or with men or with boys or whatever, and there was no sense at all in denying it. Yes, they might tease, for that was all part of the game, but inside her Betty had intended to have crazy sex with Vi right from the start, new lingerie or no. But the teasing was still there.
Betty sauntered about the shop, selecting a few things, with Vi right at her elbow making selections for her all the way. By the time they were behind the privacy of the negligee racks, Betty's dress had been left behind on the floor and each of their mouths was tinged with the lip gloss of the other.
Each of the two women tasted the gin and vermouth directly from the mouth of the chilled bottle, then again from each others' mouths. Betty felt wonderfully bold and good as she helped Vi off with her blouse, then drew down the zipper of her short tight skirt. Now Vi was clad in the very tight, gauzy red bra and panties that were her favorites, while Betty wore only the similar panty-bra outfit of black that she knew that Vi liked so well. And Vi was hot, hotter than Betty had ever seen her at this stage of their sexual foreplay. Perhaps it was because of Betty's new boldness, perhaps it was that time of the month. But who cared about reasons?
Betty went up on her toes and placed her parted lips close to Vi's. They tangled tongues and panted into each others' mouths while their hands roved freely over satiny flesh and bulging lingerie. "You taste good tonight," Betty murmured, and snaked her tongue through the warm hollows of Vi's throat.
"Feels nice," Betty said. "You're really in the mood for it tonight. I like you that way."
"And I like these big fat tits of yours," said Betty, squeezing them together and burrowing her hot mouth deep in their warm cleavage. Her arms were around Vi's big torso, fingers already unsnapping her bra hooks. When she pulled the thin red garment away her mouth went directly to a fully engorged nipple, and thrill after thrill coursed through her as her teeth and tongue made Vi moan and squirm time after time.
Vi used both hands to feed her more. She said, "Keep sucking, baby. God damn. Maybe you'll strike cream. Whew. You've really got me turned on in a hurry."
Betty nipped her tit with her teeth again, making the big redhead jump and moan. She laughed and took the bottle from her, drank from it and handed it back to Vi. She said, "Your tits taste good too. Let's see how your pussy tastes."
Down on her knees Betty went, nuzzling and mouthing all around the musk-sweet crotch of Vi's red panties even as she was tugging them down off her ample hips. Vi was holding Betty's head with both hands and trembling and panting with anticipation. Betty didn't let her down. She pulled her panties down to her knees, spread the lovely red hair and lips with her thumbs, and straightaway began sucking and tongue-stabbing Vi's big clit.
"God damn that feels good," Vi panted, tilting her trembling twat up at just the right angle, holding Betty's head right where it was. "Suck that hot cunt. I love it and so do you. Oooo, baby are you ever good at it. Finish me good and I'll suck your hot cunt like it's never been sucked before. Uh! God, it's getting better all the time! Better and better and better andd BETTER!" she exclaimed, suddenly humping her hips so Betty was tongue-fucking her as well as sucking her heavily juicing cunt. Her tits jounced and shook with the force of her quick orgasm. Betty went right on tonguing her, wild about it now that all her inhibitions were behind her, and Vi's knees crumbled and she sat down on the couch.
Betty backed off, took a swig of liquor, and wiped her mouth. Vi said, "Jesus that was good. You really got me started. Just let me catch my breath a minute and I'll get you really good."
Betty grinned and stripped her panties right off. Vi was flopped back on the couch. Betty pushed her legs up and had her hold them there. Her crotch was fully open now, from her asshole to her clit. Betty licked and kissed every bit of it, talking to the moaning Vi between her kisses, saying, "There'll be time for you to get even with me. I'm in the mood to run the show tonight. Just feed me twat and cum like crazy for me."
"God damn! Oh! Oh, shit this's good!" said Vi, big body squirming every which way on the couch as Betty kissed her cunt, stuck her fingers in it, pinched her big butt and thumbed her kiss-wetted asshole. "That boy friend of yours ... ah! ... must not be taking good care of you. Oh, I love it! You're driving me crazy and I just ... fucking ... LOVE IT!"
"Speaking of fucking," said Betty, and rose and wiped her mouth again. "Keep yourself going," she said, and reached for her bra hooks as she crossed the room. "Keep that big fat cunt nice and wet for me while I get what we both need," she said, freeing her hard-nippled tits, stripping off her panties, and reaching into Vi's drawer to come up with the double-ended dildo.
Vi was putting on a pretty good show. Betty watched her as she sauntered back with the long white flexible plastic cock. Vi was holding her snatch open with one hand and rubbing it good with the other, panting and churning her hips, and obviously cumming over and over as her eyes glinted greedily at the thing in Betty's hands. "I hope you know how to use that," she said. "God, I need it bad. So do you. C'mon. Fuck me, baby, fuck me, fuck us both."
Betty kissed one end of the thing, poked and prodded her tits with it and rubbed it over her black-furred pussy. She stopped a yard from the frantically finger-fucking woman and said, "I've never seen a woman masturbate before. It looks good. Does it feel good?"
"Terrific!" Vi declared. "I keep cumming one right on top of the other. It felt better when you were sucking me off. It'll feel better still when we're each on one end of that dildo. C'mon and fuck me, honey. What do you want me to do, beg you for it? All right, PLEASE fuck me. Jam that thing up my cunt and get on the other end of it and get out tits together and our mouths together and our pussies together and OH, SHIT!!!" she wailed, exploding into a super-orgasm that inspired Betty to fit the dildo to her gaping hole and shove it in.
"LOVE IT!" Vi shouted, and Betty worked it in and out, squelched it through her sodden fuck tunnel with a vengeance. Vi was reaching out for her, legs splayed widely open, grunting and panting like a sow, beautiful! She moaned miserably as Betty pulled it out, all wet and slippery as could be, and Betty teased her by licking the end of it before she slid the well lubricated phallus up inside her own cunt.
"Ah-h-h-h," she said, working it in and out while Vi stared with pleading eyes and open cunt. "It feels almost as good as Glen's cock. By the way, if you think he's been neglecting me, you're mistaken. I'm getting good steady fucking from him, but the more I get the more I want. That's why I'm here."
"And why you'll come again. And again."
Betty laughed and said, "That's right. Get it while you can." she said, and got to her knees between Vi's legs, feeling not a bit uncomfortable with the big dick-like thing sticking out of her cunt and headed straight for Vi's.
"Yes!" Vi exclaimed as the end of it went into her. "Gimme!" she cried when Betty pushed four inches of it in, and her legs flew out to lock around Betty's waist, and all at once both of them were fucking and being fucked like crazy, cumming madly, humping for more.
"Look at that!" Vi panted. "Both of us on the same cock. Shit, it's beautiful!"
"I'm cumming ... like a goddammed bitch in heat!" Betty gasped, not letting that interfere for a moment with her frenzied humping atop the big woman's body.
"Cum harder, dammit! Get off with me!" said Vi, matching Betty's humping stroke for stroke.
"Your tits! I love 'em! Sex is great! With anybody!"
"Yes! YES! OH! ARRRGH!"
"NNG! YES, CUM! YE-E-E-E-E-E! CUM WITH ME!"
They fucked themselves ragged on the slick, perfectly fitting dildo. It accommodated their insatiably perverted lusts just perfectly that night, bringing them off to a gigantic series of orgasms that at last had even Betty exhausted. She collapsed on the sweating redhead, panting with her, tingling everywhere from their skyrocketing trip. Each time Vi hugged her and kissed her and thanked her she came again, squirming giddily on the ever hard cock in her twat, gringing her clit against Vi's until she could move no more.
"God, that was good," Betty panted. "My pussy's going to be sore tomorrow, but I'm not sorry tonight."
"Your boy friend's cock, that's the best medicine for a sore pussy. Whew! You are really something, kid. D'you have to piss?"
"Me? I don't know. It's something I can't even think about right now."
"Don't think about it. Just come do it. Up, girl," said Vi, and pushed the weakened and protesting Betty off her end of the dildo, made her get to her feet.
Betty staggered as the big redhead led her naked to the bathroom. The sight of the John made her know she could piss now, but as she started to collapse on it Vi held her up and made her stand astraddle it. She squatted down before Betty, eyes on a level with her well-fucked cunt, and said, "Piss, baby, Piss for me, and I'll give you a treat."
Betty looked down at herself, scarcely aware of what was happening. She uttered a little grunt and loosed the contents of her bladder. A golden stream gushed out through her wet and matted hair, and Vi caught it in her cupped hand and rubbed and splashed it up all over Betty's open crotch. Betty gasped and climaxed, suddenly, unexpectedly, and Vi laughed and rubbed all the harder, splashing her uncontrolled piss all between her thighs, jamming fingers up her hole and heeling her hand against her clit. It was wild and dirty and wonderful, and Betty kept cumming and cumming all through her heavy pissing until at last as it ended she collapsed on the toilet seat.
" Oh-h-h-h-h, she moaned, falling back on the commode. "That was really something. "Pissing and cumming at the same time. Ah-h-h-h-h."
"Let me suck you off now while it's all nice and pissy," said Vi. "Spend the night with me. We'll fuck and suck each other blind."
Betty shook her head. "I gotta go. Got a date with Glen."
"So you came here to warm up for it, eh? Great. Why don't you take me along with you? The two of us could do a real job on him."
Again Betty shook her head. "Nope. He's all mine. Let me up, Vi. I've got to go. But I'll be back. You can count on that."
"Okay. Have it your way. But give me one little taste of that hot cunt of yours before you split."
Betty opened her legs and gave her more than a taste. She stayed there for one more ripping good orgasm, right on the toilet seat, before she got up, dressed, took a fresh bagful of pretty things, and went home to see her son.
Glen wasn't home yet when Betty got there. She bathed and beautified her body, then laid out her new stock of undies and selected something a little special or what she knew would be a special evening with her son. The rest of her new apparel went into a large drawer in her bureau, to be mixed and matched with her existing lingerie wardrobe for the further pleasures of her son. Then she settled herself comfortably in her bed, propped up by pillows, to read an exciting book until Glen got home from his Saturday night activities.
She hadn't long to wait. She'd rarely missed a Saturday night of sex with Glen and he was well aware of this so he came home early on that night, another bonus of their incestuous affair as far as she was concerned. It wasn't even ten o'clock when she heard his eager greeting, "Hi, Mom. I'm home."
"I'm in here reading," she replied. "Come in and tell me what you've been doing."
He was there right away, but he never did get around to recounting his night's adventures. He stopped in her bedroom doorway to survey her, and then mother and son were smiling warmly at each other as he came slowly toward her bed. She looked sexy and she knew it, even half concealed by the covers. She had on a very sheer little nightie, the first she'd worn for him. It was of midnight blue nylon with lots of ribbons and a little lace on it, quite transparent enough to reveal her nicely shaped titties and her fair white skin through it. His eyes were practically devouring her in it as she patted the bed beside her and Glen sat down on it.
"Gee, you look pretty tonight," he said.
"Pretty enough to get a hello kiss?" she asked.
He leaned forward right away and their mouths merged in just the way she'd been kissing Vi a few hours before, lips just brushing, tongues tangling, warm breaths penetrating deep into yearning bodies. His breath came out in a whistling sigh when at last he leaned back to feast his eyes some more.
Betty sat up straighter in bed. "Do you really like my new nightie?" she said, cupping her hands under her thrusting titties, outlining them very clearly through the gossamer blue. "I got it just for you."
"It's really ... really pretty," he said, and his hand was trembling beautifully as it moved to test the contours of the charms she was offering.
She loved to see him touch her, and she looked down at his moving hand for a time before saying, "I got lots of other nice things to please you tonight too. Would you like to see them?"
"Yeah. Sure. You know I would, Mom. But ... all at the same time?"
"All at once, as a preview of good things to come," she said, and threw back the covers, revealing the silly skimpiness of her nightie's hemline, and rose from the bed with him.
They'd never had any kind of sex before in her bedroom. That place had always been off-limits to Glen. But now that taboo was forgotten as he followed her to her chest of drawers, captivated by her shapely, smoothly shaven legs, by the smiling crescents of bare fanny-flesh that peeped from under her nightie's hemline, by her bare back, and by the supple slimness of her waist that showed through the midnight blue.
She bent to reach for the bottom drawer, and his warm little hand touched her upraised bottom, fingers moving smoothly down the crack of her ass to her pussy. She basked in utter sensation for a moment, then waggled her ass, turned and faced him, and said, "Take off all those clothes before I show you what I bought for you, dear. While you're seeing everything I got, I want to see everything you've got."
She kept kissing him and laughing and teasing him till he was half out of his mind by the time he was fully out of his clothes. Quite naturally his prick was up and hard as a rock and beautiful. She caressed it most expertly and said to him, "My, my. You're just as hot and horny as I am tonight. It's been too long since we've had any good fun together. We'll make it special tonight. I'm hungry for my man and he's hungry for his girl. Come look at all the nice things I got for you and then we'll have our special fun."
He knelt naked at her side while she opened the drawer to reveal the cornucopia of pretty lingerie. He was suitably impressed by it, but not so impressed as he would be when he'd be seeing it enhancing Betty's curvaceous body. It was all in neat array when she opened the drawer, but soon it was a tumble of wispy colors as they knelt there laughing and running their hands through it all to lift the lingerie and let it cascade down around them. It soon covered their laps, but his hard prick thrust up through it as they met in a fiercely passionate kiss on Betty's bedroom floor. Her lingerie, new and old, flowed off them like water as they helped each other up and she led him to her bed.
They locked in a tight embrace there, loins and mouths grinding together, legs grapevining, hands at work to instill even more ardor into each straining body. Once more that night Betty was gloriously hot and fully in charge of things when this kiss ended.
"Sexy boy," she said, squirming against him, kissing his panting mouth. "Oh, how I need you tonight, and mm-m-m, how you need me. Which do you like better, lover, fucking or sucking? Hm-m-m? Which kind of fun would be best for your big hot prick and my itchy little pussy tonight? Hm-m-m-m-?"
"Anything. Anything you want!" he said, seemingly unable to get enough handfuls of her beautifully writhing body there in her beautifully big bed.
"Sixty-nine," she purred between kisses. "I think a little game of sixty-nine would be just the thing to begin with. My pussy wants to feel your tongue in it, darling. It's all wet and tickly good, just the way you like it, and nothing would feel better than your tongue in it, for starters. And my mouth's just watering for a good big taste of your big hot cock and your nice warm cum-cum. Just lie back, darling, and Mother will fix."
He flopped over on his back, cheeks and chest all rosy with the hot excitement flaring in him, clean white prick standing up at strict attention. Their sixty-nining had previously been a rather polite happening, with each of them lying on their sides to nest a cheek against the other's thigh while using their mouths to best effect. But this time Betty got up on her knees to straddle Glen's face, and his countenance showed only the smallest hint of trepidation as he stared straight up at her black-haired pussy that so readily awaited his kisses. She settled it down on him with a sigh, and he was clutching her hips under her nightie and sucking and kissing avidly even before she bent forward to take his reaching cock into her mouth.
Betty was well aware of Glen's youth, and of the near spontaneous nature of his ejaculations that went with that youth. And so in the past she'd sucked him off in a slow, lingering fashion well calculated to extend his enjoyment-and hers-as much as possible before they soared together into a mutual oral orgasm. Not so this night. She sucked his hot cock steadily and passionately, with no lingering letup, lifting him straight on up towards orgasm without a pause. His reaction to it was distinct. A sort of panic could be felt in him as sensation sensationally mounted, and this was best exhibited by the frenziedly passionate tongue lashing he was giving her twat. He knew what was happening to him. He could feel his ejaculation coming at him much more quickly than usual. There was no way he could stop it or even slow it down, for Betty's weight held him down and her mouth was relentless in its sucking ardor on his terrifically hard young cock. But he could make every effort to bring her the pleasure he was starting to feel, and this he did, exhibiting every technique she'd ever taught him about cunnilingus and more, and bringing further bursting happiness to her squirming twat with nothing more than his( passion to please. It was surely less than thirty seconds before his prick was spurting its rich goodness into Betty's mouth, but in that miraculous half minute his ardorous mouth rang Betty's bell in a soul-stirring fashion. It was another of those super-orgasms that she relished beyond anything else in her wonderful new world, and it lasted on and on, wonderfully, all the time her suctioning and sliding lips were drawing all that heavenly jism out of his dick for the full nourishment of her passion-seared body.
"Oh, wow." That was all he could say when at last she rolled off him, taking her hot wet cunt from his mouth, and turning about to replace it with her jism-sweetened lips.
"It was too quick," she said, running softly clutching hands over him, ensuring the continuing hardness of his cock. "I was so hot and horny for you I just couldn't stop. Neither could you. And you know what? I still don't feel like stopping. Do you have to go to school tomorrow?"
"Huh? What day is tomorrow? What day is today?"
She laughed and kissed him and said, "This is Saturday night and tomorrow's Sunday." She got up on her knees beside him, smoothed down her rumpled nightie, and reached a knee over his loins. "You don't have to go to school tomorrow and I don't have to go to work." She took his stiff wet cock in her hand and she guided his hand to her soft wet pussy. "I think we ought to stay up a little longer and have a little more fun." His dick was just inches away from her pussy, and she inched her bottom forward on his thighs, and she rubbed the sweet pink knob of his prick against her hot pink clitoris. "I think we might try to stay up ALL night, and have all sorts of fun. What do you think, dear?"
"I think my mom knows best," he said with a grin, which turned to a look of very pleased surprise as she moved forward still further and guided his stiff prick into her hot slick hole.
Betty clamped down on her son's prick. She had to close her eyes for a moment at the near overwhelming pleasures she felt at grinding her freshly sucked clitoris against the length of his hard, hard prick, and when she opened them again he was all the way inside her and she was existing in a state of continual orgasm.
He looked as if he was, too. His dick in her cunt, his hands on her thighs and tits, his face reflecting glory, they all combined to make Betty feel even better, and to move even better. On top of her son and lover, she was on top of the world. Someday it would all have to end, but not just yet. Someday he'd grow up as all sons did, leave her house, fall in love, marry, everything. But for the moment he was still there, still very much there, and Betty took the utmost advantage of this, putting the future out of her mind and putting her all into this until they were exulting together.
"MOM! I LOVE YOU! OH! URRGH!"
"AND I LOVE YOU! AH! AH! YES!!!"
"CUMMING NOW! CUMMING A QUART! RIGHT INSIDE YOU!"
"CUM MORE! CUM FOREVER! WITH ME! WITH ME-E-E-E-E-E-E-E-E!"
CHAPTER TEN
Betty felt both satisfied and justified in her sex life. The satisfaction came from quantity and variety. At home she had three ways to go. Dressed up in sexy underwear she invariably had herself a wild oral time with Glen. When she appeared before him naked it led to a session of good old-fashioned fucking. And when she donned a flimsy nightie and invited him to her bedroom, the result was a full night of fucking and sucking and sleeping together as a man and wife would. This was fine variety in itself, and in addition she always had Vi on tap for semi-drunken, totally abandoned lesbian fun and games. The satisfaction was there.
Betty's situation continued in this fashion for quite a long time, and she was happy with it. Several times her incestuous relationship with her son was almost discovered and several other times she was almost found out in her lesbian affair with Vi, but she always scraped through these times and the very narrowness of her escapes from discovery added an undeniable spice to her already spicy life. Vi never quite found out that Betty's lover and her son were one and the same, and Glen never came close to finding out that the purveyor of Betty's erotically inspiring attire was also her homosexual lover. Betty walked her sexual tightrope well, even thrived on it, and hardly gave a thought any more to when it might end. She was a happy woman. But happiness can become a drug, like the false drugs in our culture today, and like those chemical drugs it can lull the user into a feeling of such well-being that the user becomes convinced that the supply is never ending, that the source of the drug, or the happiness, is forever stable and at hand.
When Glen was fifteen years old he entered high school. The school was in a different direction from their house than his previous school had been, located in an older, rougher section of the city. Neither he nor Betty, however, had many misgivings about his getting along well there, for his was a calm and happy nature of the type that would never attract trouble. Thus Betty was horrified when he returned from his second day at the new school with torn clothes, a bloodied lip, and scraped knuckles.
"Aw, I just got in a fight with some jerk," he said, in a surly manner not at all like him.
Betty bathed his wounds and did her best to soothe him, but even in the familiar closeness of the hallway bathroom it took her best efforts to soothe him in the way she knew he needed most, with a nice blow job and a vigorous fuck. Afterwards he refused to discuss his fight, passing it off as a silly occurrence, and he remained uncharacteristically silent throughout the rest of the evening.
On the next day Betty came home to find him nursing a black eye and a loose tooth and new abrasions on his hands. He offered the same surly excuse, that it was nothing, but on that occasion even Betty's slinkiest new negligee could help her to induce him toward the succor that traditional gladiators most appreciate after battle.
The day after that she had to pick him up at the principal's office at school. He was even more bruised and surly, she was even more concerned for him, and the principal added to this concern by warning of the expulsion that came to troublemakers like Glen.
That was on a Friday. Over the weekend Betty didn't even try to approach him sexually for she clearly saw that despite his youthful vigor he simply wasn't in the mood for even the greatest of fun or the most effective of tranquilizers. He simply brooded the weekend away, young brow bandaged and knit with worry lines, while Betty watched and worried herself almost to death.
On Monday morning she said, "Whatever those tough boys do at school, Glen, turn the other cheek. It's the only way."
He smiled grimly, nodded his head, and had to be picked up at the principal's office inside of half an hour.
Betty took him directly to the doctor for X-rays. She didn't even think about opening her shop that day. By noon he was in bed at home, no broken bones, but scraped and bruised and sore from his knees to his scalp. She was sitting beside him, holding his clenched fist, cheeks wet with tears.
"What is it, Glen?" she asked. "You've got to tell me about it. It isn't like you to fight. What's causing this change in you? Why are you being picked on? If you'd only tell me about it I'm sure we could go see Mr. Kirkpatrick at school and put the blame where it belongs and get you reinstated to your classes. But you've got to tell me about it; you've got to talk to me. Pleasel"
He rolled his head across the pillow to look at her through hooded, burning eyes, and he licked his lips and said, "They've been calling me a motherfucker so I've been fighting them."
Shock, followed by cold nausea, flooded through Betty but she calmed her inner feelings, smiled, patted his hand and said, "But that's just a word. You've seen it before, scrawled on dirty old walls by narrow-minded people. Sticks and stones. It's nothing. Why, the very fact that the word is there and so commonly used nowadays proves that the fun we've been having together goes on between other mothers and sons all the time. Just forget it, darling. Ignore them. They only use that word with you because they know it irritates you, and the more you get irritated by it the more they'll use it. It so happens ... it just so happens that you are a motherfucker," she said with a feeble attempt at laughter, "and the only thing to do is to accept it, enjoy it, and ignore those dirty little people who don't understand such things and therefore make fun of them."
His eyes were cold and his voice was flat as he said, "Do you want me to fuck you now, Mother?"
"No. Of course not. Not unless you want to, dear, not unless it's care-free and spontaneous between us."
"Then let go of my hand," he said, "and leave me alone so's I can think."
She left him alone. It was against her better judgement, but it seemed as if this was something he had to work out for himself. She shouldn't have left him alone, for when she peeped into his room a few hours later he was gone, out the window, without a word. She started to call the police. He might be going to buy a gun and kill his tormentors. But that was silly and she knew it and she didn't call the police to look for him for if they found him in his current state of mind he was just liable to calmly confess it all and involve them in a legal-moral tangle that could do nothing but hurt them for a long long time. She started to call Vi, just for a few words of comfort, but what possible comfort could be found in a rapacious nymphomaniacal lesbian who represented the other side of Betty's sordid, sinful sex life? No one could help her. It was something she'd started on her own, and she would have to bring it to a happy conclusion on her own. Glen would be back, they would talk it all over at length, and decide what to do. If he needed psychiatric help because of her outrageous lusts, she'd get it for him. If temporary separation was the answer, she'd send him to the best military academy. And if any tiny flicker of love for her remained in him-and she was sure that it did-everything would work out fine. Betty went into the bottom drawer of her bureau, selected the sexiest lingerie of her entire collection, dressed and settled down to wait for him.
Midnight and he still wasn't home and Betty was nearly frantic with worry. She put a coat on over her panties and bra, her leather waist cincher and her nylon hose, and went out to look for him. She drove the streets for an hour and did not spot the forlorn figure of her son, her lover. She went home to wait, hopelessly, and found a note from him on the couch where they'd shared so many happy times. Dear Mom, I been to the library and read about what we been doing. It's called incest. I don't want you to go to jail for it. So I'm leaving for a while. Don't worry about me.
Glen? Leaving for a while?!? Where would he go?
What would he do? He didn't want her to go to jail! And yet he was going into exile, trying to face a cruel world all by himself at the tragically young age of fifteen. Don't worry about him! He was all she could think about, now and forevermore. Tears were streaming down her face before she finished the brief note, before she saw that he hadn't even signed off With Love.
Betty called the police. No more fooling around. Then she had to frantically change from her whore's clothes to her motherly attire before they got there. She was sure they'd find him at the bus depot or God-knows-where, and she didn't care if she went to jail or not, as long as he was safe. But they didn't find him, not a sign of him, and morning found Betty turned into an old, tired woman.
The search became statewide, then nationwide, but really she knew in her heart that it was a small, half-hearted search because runaway boys were really common occurences and police departments had better things to do than help parents with broken hearts. Glen was gone, driven out of his home by his mother's filthy lusts, and all she could do was wait and hope that wherever he was, he was safe. He was gone. Life went on.
Life went on, but it was not the same. Betty no longer had anything to live for. Suicide became highly attractive to her but quite impossible, for Glen might still be found and brought back home to her. The idea of joining a holy order became appealing to her, but that was out of the question too, for by then she'd enlisted the aid of a private detective agency to help search for Glen, and agencies such as those cost dearly. Longer hours at the shop, more work and more money, that was the only way she could help herself. No more visits to Vi's, of course, no pleasures at all in life except her work and her search for her son, except for her hope that he was safe and sound.
It was a dreary existence, but Betty lived it and she lived it well. She added new lines to her shop, expanded it to twice its size, and poured all the extra profits into the detective agency that was accomplishing nothing more than the police department had. She thought seriously of selling her home and pouring that money into the agency too, but what if Glen came wandering through town, returned to the house and found strangers living in it, and went on his lonely way. Betty worked, waited, searched, hoped.
Two years passed. No sign of her son. Oh, there were many false leads provided by the public and private authorities, there were hurried flights to far-off cities where her son had been found but none of the leads produced anything more than some other runaway boy, not hers. There were hundreds of anguished nights, and there were even times when she thought of taking one of those runaways for her own, loving him, cherishing him, fucking the daylights out of him. There was shame that flickers of sexual desire even existed in her hateful old body and more.
And then one chilly spring evening there came a knock at the door of her house and Betty knew very well it was Glen, returned to take up exactly where they'd left off, returned to take up any way at all, but returned. Every knock at the door brought him back, at least until the time Betty opened that door, and so she took her time at putting away the ledger she'd been working on, donning a frumpy old housecoat, walking to the front door. The knock sounded again while she had her hand on the knob. She wanted time to stand still so she could look at the closed door eternally and think, just think about what she'd do if he was on the other side of it, grinning boyishly, then reaching out his arms for her. But time did not stand still. She opened the door. There was Glen.
Betty wept. She embraced him. She kissed his hand. She didn't know what she did. It was Glen, come back to her, older, changed, but Glen, come back to her. Glen and someone else, a girl, a female. It was so hard to tell when one was blinded by a mother's tears.
She brought them in and somehow served them hot chocolate. They sat side by side on the couch, Glen and his companion, while Betty sat in the big chair all slobbery and buttery with happiness, sheer happiness. Glen introduced his companion as Sister Beth, and he told his mother where he'd been and what he'd been doing with his body and with his head.
"I kicked around a lot when I left here. Just wandered. Hitch-hiked mostly. Got into a little trouble for stealing food and things. I didn't know where I was going. Tried dope in Chicago. Liked it but couldn't afford it. Got picked up by a homosexual in St. Louis and lived with him for a month, but it got to be too weird. Met a lot of good people on the road and a lot of bad ones. Worked. Kept going. It wasn't bad and it wasn't good.
"And then one day in a blizzard in New Mexico I got picked up by the Children of Zahn. I guess I wasn't in very good shape. They took me up to their place in Taos and helped me get my health and my head back. I've been with them ever since, working, learning, worshipping. Now I'm ready to face the world again, me and my wife."
"Your ... wife," Betty said, smiling feebly at the pair on her couch, so young and yet so austerely old, identically dressed in faded overalls embellished with embroidered symbols. Seventeen years old and he was married to this mousy, ragged little road urchin and ready to face the world. Betty was appalled, but overjoyed to have him back. She smiled and said, "Welcome to the family, Beth."
"Sister Beth," Glen corrected, and the girl looked up at him with strange, strange love burning in her young, crazy eyes. "Sister Beth is not of this family," said Glen. "As neither am I. We are of the Family of Zahn, a family which encompasses all people, all worlds. We were married by Zahn himself, and after our one year of training we have been sent out to teach, to expand the Family of Zahn, to improve the physical andmental fitness of mankind and to bring those who deserve it into the Inner Circle of the Family of Zahn. You, Sister Betty, need to join our Family more than anyone else I know. That is why we came here first. We came here to help you, not ourselves. Will you join us? Will you be the first of the ten new Family Members we will take back to Coach Zahn?"
"Coach Zahn?" she asked, and uncrossed and crossed her legs, and received only the slightest flicker of interest in this from Glen. "You call him Coach?"
Glen and Sister Beth nodded solemnly. "He was once a High School gym coach, cast out because of his advanced thinking. He retains that title as a constant reminder that he is-or was-a mere mortal like the rest of us, we lower ones in the Family."
"And how many are in the Family now?" she asked, and crossed her legs again, again drawing that tiny flicker of interest from Glen.
"Eight," said the girl, "Soon to be eight hundred, then eight million."
"Wonderful!" said Betty, there in the presence of these young crazies. It was incredible, but quite believable. She saw the whole picture. Lecherous, smooth-talking gym coach, booted out of school for talking his students into his bed. Goes to Taos, puts down payment on acreage with his savings, picks up stray kids to fill their heads with his trash and their bodies with his cock. It's a communal sex family, and from time to time the crafty old nut sends out a couple of his kids to bring in some fresh flesh. Bring in ten new bedmates for him and you get a prize, just like bringing in magazine subscribers. It was just another Manson Family and it scared Betty half to death. She smiled brightly and said, "Id love to go. My life is empty here. I will go, I'll be the first of your new disciples. Just give me a little time to sell the store and get my business affairs terminated."
"We have no time," said Glen. "Others await us."
"I'm sure," said Betty, "that a few days wait won't hurt. And I'm sure Coach Zahn would appreciate the new building I could construct for our Family once I sell my shop."
"Well, yes," said Glen. "I'm glad you're coming, Sister Betty."
"She doesn't even know what we stand for," said the girl.
Betty smiled and said, "I'll find out about that later. Tomorrow. Right now I know you two people are tired. I'm sure you want to jump into bed, like any young married couple would, and get some rest. Glen, show Sister Beth where the shower is, and when she's done you can take one. I'll make some sandwiches for you. You can help me, Glen, and we can talk while Sister Beth has her shower."
"I would like to point out some of our Rules of Life," the girl archly said, "before you make a decision to come among us. No narcotics, no tobacco, no meat, no alcohol, and no sex. Do you still want to join the Family?"
"No sex?" said Betty. "Not until you're married?"
They both shook their heads, and Glen said, "No sex at all."
Stiff-backed, he did not show even that little flicker of interest as his smiling mother rose from her chair, flashing a goodly expanse of bare leg and bosom as she did so. The interest was there, however, as he helped her with the tomato sandwiches in the kitchen. It was a tiny, greatly subdued interest, but it was there, and she felt sure it could be nurtured.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
The selling of Betty's gift shop took longer than anticipated. Mainly because she had no intention of selling the now highly profitable store and running off to Taos, New Mexico to one old and seven young crackpots. But she went through all the motions of selling her store, all for the benefit of her son and his pseudo-wife. She even introduced them to a false buyer for the place, this in the form of her old friend Vi, who gladly went along with the pretense and whose apparent interest gave Glen and Beth new hope that they could get on with their recruitment of sinners. The price Betty paid for Vi's assistance was that she told her everything that had happened and was happening between herself and her son. And Vi only smiled and sighed and said she wished she had a son like that. She further said she'd be glad to be of further help to Betty, and Betty filed this away for the near future.
During this time Betty had every chance to observe the young couple who occupied her house with her. She confirmed what they'd said was true. She confirmed that their still existed at least some sexual desire in her son. And she learned that young Beth was in love with him in something more than a spiritual way. This was learned from the way Beth moved about him, from the way she catered to him, and mainly from the way in which she looked at him. It took more than a screwball religious group and a demented ex-gym coach to stifle the fires of young love, and Betty was going to capitalize on it or die trying.
She cozied up to Beth. She got friendly with her. She treated the girl as if she was a daughter-in-law in every sense, and slowly and surely she gained her confidence. Betty would send Glen on errands while first being sure Beth was busy at the house, and when the two females were alone she would work her charm on the girl. It wasn't easy. It took time. But soon enough, Beth was confiding in her, first about the tragedies of her early life, then about life with the Children of Zahn, finally about how happy she was to be with Glen, how proud she was to be his 'wife'. Betty got Beth's full, complete confidence before she had worked out a plan to make amends to her son for what she'd done to him in the past, and to start him on the way toward a decent future.
On a weekday morning Betty set Glen to work painting the house for its future sale. She took Beth to the shop with her to inventory its wares so they would get full value from the purchaser, Vi. Beth kept busy in the back all day while Betty waited on customers, but it was an enjoyable day for the girl for Betty came back frequently to help her, to have lunch with her, to joke a bit with her. She didn't dare let Beth come out front, not in those awful overalls.
Along about five o'clock, right on schedule, Vi called on the phone. As soon as she hung up, Betty went back to see Beth and got her to agree to stop by Vi's shop with her after work to talk about the sale of the shop. "She's quite a drinker and I'll have to have a drink with her," she said. "But you can just have a soft drink. Be nice to her. Go along with her. It'll help in the sale of this shop, and get us more money for it. I know her, and if we cross her, it just might blow the whole thing. She's a lot of fun. You'll see."
Beth was a little scared when the big redheaded woman let them into her shop. She looked a little awed and a little intrigued by the never ending display of lingerie all about her, but did her best to register nothing but disdain for such fripperies. The two chatting women led her into the back of the shop, and there, sure enough, Vi produced cocktails for them. Beth was given a glass of sweet and tangy Polynesian Punch, and she hadn't the slightest notion that it was potent Tokay wine.
The three of them sat on the couch, Beth in the middle, while the two women talked business and all three sipped at their drinks. Though Vi made no remarks about her drab and baggy attire, the amused looks she gave Beth bothered the girl a little. She wanted to expound on the principles of her life style, but heeded Betty's previous advice and kept silent about it. But after three glasses of the delicious punch she was feeling pretty amused herself.
"I'm feeling tipsy," Vi said with a giggle. "I feel like dancing," she said, and got up from the couch and turned on the music. She held out her arms toward the couch, began to sway to the tempo. "Come on."
Betty lifted an eyebrow at Beth and got up and began to dance with Vi. They were dancing a yard apart, the way Beth had learned to dance years before, and they looked good at it, as if they were having a good time. Vi danced over in Beth's direction and held out both hands to her. "Come on. Have some fun. Move."
"I don't think she's allowed to," said Betty. "I think dancing is against her religion."
Vi said, "What kind of a religion is that? You gotta have some fun when you feel like it. Hell, they probably mean she can't dance with guys. C'mon. Have fun. Get up and move it around," said Vi, and caught Beth by the hand and dragged her up off the couch.
Beth was glad to have her reluctance swept aside. Betty was right, Coach Zahn frowned on dancing, but it felt terrific to move her healthy young body in time to good music, and it wasn't as if she was dancing with a guy. She thought about dancing with Glen, pressed close against his body and feeling all dreamy and good, then thrust that thought out of her head and concentrated on light, athletic movements to match those of the older women.
And they did move well, Betty and Vi. The little brunette and the big redhead could move with a sinuous grace that made Beth feel clumsy in her unpracticed steppings. They didn't seem to notice though. They laughed and clapped and urged her on and soon she'd regained some of the old junior high school rhythm, though from time to time she tripped over her heavy shoes.
It was Vi who started the stripping. With a whoop of joy and a swirling pirouette, she suddenly had her dress down to her waist, and moments after was wriggling it down over her big hips to leave her clad only in the wares she sold. After months of austere living on the commune, it was shocking and scandalously intrigueing to see the voluptuously big woman cavorting around in gauzy red panties and bra, red garter belt and hose and heels. As could be expected, Betty soon followed suit, and it hadn't taken much urging from the prospective buyer of her store to get her to take off her dress. Now everywhere Beth looked there was a near-nude woman prancing close to her, Vi all in red, Betty all in black, both of them looking pretty terrific despite their near twenty years of age on her. Beth felt so clumsy and awkward and ugly in her very practical overalls that her refusals were halfhearted when they urged her to, "Take it off!"
"Come on. Take it off and kick your heels," said Betty.
"You can't dance with that baggy old thing on. Strip!" said Vi.
"Maybe she's got tattoos all over her body, like that embroidery on her overalls."
"Maybe we oughta find out."
They came at her together. Beth squealed and retreated, protesting as strongly as she could as they tumbled her down on the couch, then giggling helplessly as they tickled her and tugged at her cumbersome overalls. She tried her very best to stop them, but soon her titties were bare, and then as she tried to cover those with concealing hands, she was upended on the couch and her overalls were dragged off over her work shoes.
All she had on now was a pair of cotton drawers, those and her heavy shoes and socks. She tried to get up and run, to no avail. She tried to keep covered up, but that couldn't be done the way she was twisting and turning between them. She tried to simply stop laughing and reason with them, but this too was an impossibility for it seemed as if they had six hands between them and that every square inch of her body was just as ticklish as it could possibly be.
"Don't! Don't! Heeeeee-hee-hee-hee-hee-hee!" she squealed, as a hand went inside her panties, right inside theml, and two or three more tickled fiendishly at her ribs and under her arms.
"I can't find any tattoos. And I'm looking all over," said Betty. All three were down on the floor by then. Betty was sitting atop Beth's torso, knees pinning down her arms, black crotchband of her panties stretched to the breaking point.
"I'm looking inside these awful pants she has on," said Vi. "But I can't find anything that feels like a tattoo." The larger woman had Beth's legs pinioned under her weight, rendering the squirming squealing girl completely helpless, and giving Vi complete freedom to insert her very active fingers up the legholes of Beth's panties and down inside the waistband of them. "But she's got something inside her drawers. Feels like a flower. Better look."
R-R-R-R-R-R-I-I-I-IP!
"YEEEEEEEEEK!"
It was too late to scream for Beth's panties were gone and she was sinfully naked, but scream she did, though such an outburst was against the passive principles she'd learned at the foot of her New Mexican guru. She screamed and screamed.
The laughter was gone for the tickling was gone, replaced by those diabolically probing fingers in her fully bared crotch and and the hands that now kneaded and plucked at her shamefully naked titties. Beth screamed RAPE and HELP and anything that came into her stampeded brain, and her two drunken tormentors continued to invade her every privacy while they gaily discussed their evil doings.
"Jesus, she did have a flower in her pants, Betty," said Vi, fingers spreading the taut and trembling lips wide, other fingers toying with parts of her body that Beth had vowed would never be touched again. "Turn around and look. It's just gorgeous. Soft brown hair, the sweetest pink lips you ever saw in your life, and a darling little clit that doesn't look nearly as bashful as Beth is."
Betty craned about to look over her shoulder, and said, "Vi, that's not a flower. It's her pussy. You know, the same thing you've got between your legs, but younger."
"No, it's not the same, Betty," said Vi, with her fingers ever probing, touching, violating. Her tone was more serious now as she said, "It's not the same at all. Our pussies are soft. This one is ... hard. It's like ... Betty, it's like nothing I ever touched before."
Betty frowned, twisted further on her perch, reached back. "Good heavens, you're right," she said. "It's not like a pussy at all. It's like a ... flexed muscle. I've never ... OW! OW, the damned bitch BIT me!"
It had been Beth's only defense against the alien fingers touching her most private, most shameful part. Near helpless under their combined weights, utterly mortified by the relentlessly exploring fingers and the insultingly intimate words, Beth had lashed out with what she could and had sunk her strong white teeth into the soft white flesh of her mother-in-law's inner thigh. It was satisfying, striking back like that, but not for long. In moments they rendered her even more helpless. Between them they rolled her kicking on her stomach, bound her wrists behind her with a nylon stocking, and she was right back where she'd been before. Worse now, for both her tormentors were free to do as they wished with her.
The first thing they did was take off her shoes and socks. Then they stood over her, grinning sadistically, the pair of evilly handsome women in their panties and bras, resting before they went on with their drunken torture, while Beth silently wept.
"She a good-looking little thing," said Vi, nudging her slim hip with the point of her shoe. "I'll bet she can really move that cute little ass in bed."
"She's a bitch," said Betty, frowning and examining the oval line of teethmarks high on her inner thigh. "She bites like a bitch but she doesn't fuck like a bitch. My son's never screwed his bride yet. I see why now. Her pussy's all locked up. Hard as rocks. Nobody could get into it the way it is now."
"Then let's soften it up for him," said Vi in a syrupy voice, and dropped to her knees between Beth's naked legs, and licked her glistening red lips lasciviously as she reached for the small brown mouse's nest that was Beth's pussy.
"She told me why," said Betty, taking a few steps away from the pair on the floor, Beth cringing defenselessly on her back, the red-haired lesbian hovering ever closer to her pussy. "Her father raped her when she was thirteen," said Betty, calmly letting Beth's most shameful secret loose as she rummaged about in a drawer, and as the hot, awful breath of the lesbian stabbed through soft brown hair to Beth's hard, frightened pussy. Seventeen-year-old Beth had had nightmares of being raped by a gang of men, by packs of dogs, but never in her wildest dreams had she faced the horror of a lesbian attack like this.
Confusion coupled with her terror to render her even more helpless against the feeling of the slithery, slimy tongue that now intruded into her trembling vulva. Blinded by her own tears, biting deep into her lower lip, she heard Betty's voice go on, directly over her now. "I guess he hurt her badly. What do they call it, trauma? Anyway, it got her off sex and it made her run away from home, and it sure took a lot of fun out of her life. We're going to soften that pussy up and see that it's used for what it's made for. Vi, stop licking her off like that. That isn't what I have in mind for her."
Looking up through her tears, Beth almost thanked the blurred figure towering over her. She had had repellent fantasies about how her resistence to sex would someday be overcome, and those fantasies always began with someone kissing her vulva, so softly and sweetly and lovingly that it simply had to soften and unfold to all the joys she'd heard were involved with sex. She'd had that fantasy often, but never had it involved a woman's kisses, delivered with more zest and lust than tenderness and sweetness. The red-haired woman's mouth on her was awful, just awful. Her lips were cloying and sticky, her tongue was slippery and altogether too probing. The hands that held her thighs apart had sharp nails on them and the sounds of the tongue in her slit were disgusting. And the sensation of it, that was nauseating, or something like nauseating.
Perhaps it was the liquor Vi had drunk, but her tongue was making Beth's little pussy itch almost intolerably. Alone she would have scratched it till it bled. As she was she could only lie entirely still, concentrating on a tranquil mountain scene, praying that the hungry lesbian would heed the other's words and stop her fiendish lickings, immediately.
"Vi, cut it out. Leave this to me to do in my way," said Betty.
"But it is so sweet and so small and, m-m-m-m-m-m, so delicious," said Vi, brushing her long hair aside and going back for more, damn her, for more of Beth s pure bodyl "It's like going down on a nine-year-old girl. Ever do that?" said she, and spread that awful itching farther with her tongue while Betty thought it over.
It was getting harder than ever to think about peace, love, mountain greenery. Beth was panting a little and starting to sweat under her arms in her frustrating efforts to keep calm, to remain above this sordid scene. It was no effort at all to keep her pussy out of it, all secure and tight in its own world, wet but not with any juices of her own, but the mountain greenery was changing to hues of red and black and pink. This would all pass, she told herself. She would survive this dreadful scene to return to the great outdoors, where she belonged. With all her heart she wished they would hurry and recognize how little they were affecting her, then grow weary of their dirty sport and return to their bottle.
"I've never made it with a little girl," said Betty. "That's not my thing. And I don't want your tongue to get to be Beth's thing. Cut it out now, Vi. Back off, out of my way."
With a sigh Vi lifted her head, and Beth was hard-pressed to contain the deep sigh of relief that she felt at having her pussy as her own again, no matter how badly it itched now. In her confusion she almost thanked the lesbian for stopping, but then that was gone from her head as Betty knelt between her legs and laid something hard and cold and perfectly awful on her palpitating bare belly.
"EE-E-E-EK! Get it away! You're not going to use that thing on me! You couldn't! HAL-L-L-LLLLP!" All of Beth's control was gone in a flash. She was totally panicked by the presence of the substitute penis on her stomach. It was obviously much to big to penetrate her vagina, or any woman's vagina, but the mere fact that soon it would touch her there was the grossest of horrors to her. She begged and pleaded and screamed for mercy. Betty snorted with disdain and picked it up, touched its end against her hole, and pushed.
"No, no, no! God, it's killing me. Oh, how it HURTS!"
"Oh, quiet. I haven't even got it in you."
"You can't get it in me! It's too BIG! Please, Betty. Don't do this to me. I'll be good, do what you want, do what you like. You can sit on my face, both of you. I'll kiss your pussies and lick them and do anything you like but don't put that thing in me it's too big it won't fit and Y-O-O-O-W-W-W-W-W-W-W! EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEKH IT'S SPLIT ME IN HA-A-A-A-ALF!"
With an animal grunt, with a vicious twist of her wrist, Betty has shoved the awful thing in her. Beth's little pussy, totally inviolate since her father had forcefully entered it, was now filled past the breaking point with cold hardness, just as her soul was filled with helpless shame. They had hurt her mortally. She was hemhorraging inside. She'd soon clasp death to her bosom and welcome him.
"She's sure no virgin," said Vi. "She sure didn't bleed."
"I did! I am!" Beth cried, and lifted her head to look down between her naked pink-tipped titties, in time to see Betty draw the long white thing out of her and push it back in again.
"OW! That hurts! How can you do this to me?!?" she cried, falling back, twisting furiously at her bonds now, as Betty slowly pushed it in and out, twisting it cruelly and grinning like a witch.
"Take it easy on her, Betty," said Vi. "Here, lemme calm her down again."
The lesbians tongue in her stretched slit, the woman's lips round her tortured clitoris were a blessed relief to young Beth. She could work at evening out her ragged breathing and regaining some portion of her composure for now the huge wedge in her vagina was at rest. It was so huge! She couldn't believe it had gotten inside her. It was so big she couldn't even close her legs and thus the lesbian's disgusting mouth and tongue were gaining access to portions of her vulva that hadn't been touched before, that hadn't itched up till now. But now, ah-h-h-h, that itching was a blessed relief compared to the pain she'd just survived. She could lie back and take this sort of treatment all night long, though one shove of the artificial penis would be all that would take to bring back the tears.
"Mmm. Tastes better now," said Vi, smacking her lips. "More like a woman than a girl. Try her, Betty."
Betty tried her with her fingers, poking all around the hole that was stretched right to the breaking point by unyielding white plastic. "She's getting wet. It's about time. Our dildo's starting to do the job. Let's get it back to work."
"Don't please!" Beth blurted as Betty's hand dropped to the protruding part of it. "Really, that hurts me something terrible. The other, when she kisses me there, I sort of like that. Really, I do. And I'd, well, you know, if you let me go, untied me, maybe I'd like it even more and I could ... do it to both of you. That's what you really want and I'd do it. I know it'd feel good. I know I could do it, make both of you feel good. I like you. You're ... pretty and fun and I want to make you feel nice but DON'T! DON'T MOVE IT AGAIN! DAMN YOU, DON'T!!!" she screamed, as Betty's hand moved on to the thing she'd called a dildo.
She didn't start jamming it in and out of her again. She did something far worse. She altered the thick wedge in her, brought it to life somehow, made it throb and tickle and buzz and tingle throughout Beth's captive body.
"Make it stop," said Beth, and heaved herself up to a sitting position while the two women sat back on their heels beside her. "I don't know what you did to it but turn it off," she said, staring down at the huge white thing splitting her lips so completely, working inside her so silently. She was panting, sweating, working hard as she could against the relentless, quiet thing-that-dammit!-wasn't even hurting her. "It's electric," she said. "It's moving inside me and it's heated so it must be electric so you can shut it off!" she said in a rising voice, suddenly twisting her hips, pushing hard to expel it, as neither of them made a move to help her. "God damn you both, turn it off!" she screamed, and with a great effort, she succeeded in extruding half the thing, not near enough of the huge monster, out of her tormented pussy.
Betty obligingly reached for it-and pushed it right back in. She did it so easily that Beth wasn't even aware of the absence of pain for a moment, but she had not time to mull that over for now the vibrating was worse, spreading deeper in her, reaching up toward her brain.
"UGH! Ur-r-r-r-rgh!" She grunted hard, pushed harder, and got half of it out of her again.
"Ah-h-h-h," said Vi at her other side, and eased it back in, lingering with her hand to feel all around her clitoris, and warmly announcing, "She's getting softer. She's starting to get wet, hot."
"I'M NOT!" Beth shouted, and rolled and twisted on the floor between them in a red rage, shaking her whole body, wrenching at her nylon bonds, shamelessly thrusting with her hips to throw the thing out of her before it drove her mad.
She succeeded. She got it out of her all the way. But they just laughed, held her down, eased it back into her again. She abraded her titties and her face on the thick carpet, rolling all about and frantically throwing her hips every which way. Time and again she obtained blessed relief from the relentlessly purring monster inside her, only to have her legs splayed by soft, strong hands and feel the new insertion of the big warm thing in her electrically charged vagina. Beggings? Pleadings? Cursings? They did no good at all with these cruelly knowing women. They were out to break her down completely, and they were rapidly getting their way.
"I'll suck you both off. I'll use this dildo on one of you while I go down on the other," she told them, twisting and panting on the floor, catching horrifying glimpses of her naked self in the mirrors. "I'll be your lesbian slave and do anything you want if you JUST GET THIS THING OUT OF ME! IT'S KILLING ME! I HATE IT! I CANT STAND IT!" she screamed, as a fresh torrent of madness seemed to flow around her, starting from the inside, working out.
"Like this?" said Vi, and held her down and sucked on her clit, terribly because it felt so good, wonderfully because it got her mind off that disgusting thing working inside her.
"Yes! Just like that! More! Show me how! I want more!" she hoarsely said, thrusting up her hips, reaching for all she could of it, feeling the dildo start to slip out, feeling glorious at her approaching triumph.
"Like this," said Betty, and pushed Vi aside, curled her hand around the base of the dildo, and started fucking her with it, really fucking her with it.
"No, not like that, I can't stand it, Betty," Beth babbled, hips still thrusting off the floor, working of their own accord, no longer a part of her body. "Kiss it and suck it like Vi did. You're sexy and beautiful and I'm in love with you and want to live with you and lick you off forever," she said, and Betty just smiled and kept fucking her with it, screwing it in and out of her richly wet cunt, twisting it all around in that gloriously bursting hole that existed between her yawning, quivering legs.
"What about me?" said Vi. "Will you do nice things for me too?" she said, and began to suck on Beth's hard nipples.
"Oh God I love that. Oh yes that feels so good," Beth panted, thrusting up for more, more, twisting her naked torso up toward Vi's beautifully greedy mouth, pushing her gushing cunt up for the next movement of Betty's wonderfully filling cock. "I love it. I love it all. Oh my God it feels good!"
"Are you cumming?" Betty asked. "Do you like it now?"
"Ah-h-h-h-h-h-h, YES!" Beth exploded, brilliant smile on her face as she humped at the cock and thrust at the mouth. "Wonderful. Just wonderful!" she admitted from the depths of her rapture.
"Back off, Vi. Back off, untie her hands, and we'll see what she likes."
Reluctantly Vi did as she was told. It seemed to take forever, for the nylon knot was very tight, and because the dildo was no longer being thrust in and out of Beth's cunt. It was still buzzing though, still keeping her alive with rich pleasure, and she babbled further promises of undying devotion to them both as Vi untied her and as Betty regarded her rather solemnly.
Beth was sitting up again as Vi worked at her bonds. Her legs were wide open, the beautiful dildo could be seen thrust deeply through the wetly matted hair on her cunt, and her two dear friends were close to her. Her only problem was that her cock, her dildo was slowly slipping out of her tingling twat.
"Hurry up, Vi. It's getting away from me. Betty honey, push it back in before I lose it," she said, vainly trying to suck it in again with her cunt, only succeeding in losing another precious half inch of it.
"Wouldn't you rather I sucked you off?" said Betty, smoothing soft fingers all about Beth's cunt, teasing her beautifully.
"Yes, I want it all, all of it. I want to suck with both of you all night, but oh-h-h-h-h, pretty please, give me a little more of my cock, my wonderful wonderful cock!"
"Glen's cock is better," said Betty.
"Nothing could be better than this," Beth proclaimed.
"It's only a substitute for the real thing," said Betty.
"Ahh-h-h-h, but what a wonderful substitute," Beth said, and both her hands came free, both went to the dildo to shove it in and work it around and screw herself with it while she rolled in delirious ecstasy on the floor, cumming endlessly while the two women watched.
"She likes it," said Vi. "We did a good job on her. She likes sex now and she loves cock."
Betty shook her head. "I don't know. She likes plastic cock and women's tongues. Glen doesn't have either one of those."
"From what I've heard about him, he has something better. I think they'll get together now."
"It's something we'll just have to see. We did our best. It's up to the youngsters now."
"Give her another half hour with the dildo. She's having a good time. And we could have a good time in the meantime," said Vi, and slipped her hand down inside the seat of Betty's panties.
"I'm just not in the mood," said Betty. "I'm too worried about what my kids will do when they get together."
"Can I be there to watch?" said Vi.
"Of course. We're in this together," said Betty, and they settled down to watch Beth's happy discoveries of the joys of the electric dildo.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Betty and Vi watched from the bathroom window the next day. Glen thought they were gone, and only Beth was at home as he watered the back yard. It was a lovely bright sunny morning, but as usual, Glen was dressed in a ragged plaid flannel shirt and his baggy overalls as he played the hose around the yard. Betty was concerned and Vi was keenly interested as Beth came out the back door, slammed it behind her, and stretched out her bare arms toward the sun.
Glen turned and smiled at her. "Nice day."
"As warm as it was in Taos. Feel like a sunbath?"
He looked around the yard. "It's pretty well protected by bushes, but it wouldn't be the same as it was there. Just isolation. No prying eyes. The Children of Zahn all alone under the sun. No, it wouldn't be the same."
"But I'm losing my tan," she said, and peeled down the thick denim strap of her overalls to inspect a flawless young shoulder, sweetly banded with a thin strip of yellow and green cloth.
He frowned deeply. "What's that you've got on? Where's your shirt?"
"It's too warm for an old flannel shirt," she said. "And the woman who's buying your mother's shop gave me some pretty new undies and it'd be rude not to wear them. Don't you think my new bra is pretty? Flowered," she said, and stepped off the porch toward him, lowered the denim bib a bit to show him some of the nicely filled cup, all sunshiny yellow and green against the creamy white slope of her fine young titty.
His frown deepened. "You shouldn't wear stuff like that. And you sure shouldn't trust my mother or any of her friends. Go inside and get properly dressed, Sister Beth."
She stuck out her tongue at him, sauntered closer, and let the bib fall to expose the full conical cups of her bra, her lithely narrow naked waist, the waistband of her flowered panties. "I'm not your sister; I'm your wife. And you should sprinkle the lawn, not your shoes," she said, and stretched toward the sun again, dangerously lowering the level of her drooping overalls.
"You get inside," he warned, brandishing the hose at her. "That's immoral. If Coach Zahn saw you now...."
"Poop-poop on him. Poop-poop on you, too," she said, and swiftly turned and let her overalls fall, back-thrusting and impertinent little bottom at him that was just as neatly covered with flowered nylon as her titties were.
"I'm warning you ... You'd better just....
Beth, I'm telling you...." He spluttered and fumed, face darkening with anger, but gaze gobbling her up from head to toe as she laughed and stepped completely out of the cumbersome overalls, turned to face him with hands on hips.
She was dazzling in the sun. Vi nestled closer to Betty as they watched Glen's helplessly growing fascination with the cunningly attired girl confronting him with herself. The sun glinted dully on her tautly stretched nylons. The lacy black garter straps holding up her hose contrasted perfectly with her taut white thighs. The flowered panty-bra outfit fit her to perfection, as it should after the time the trio of scheming women had taken in selecting it. Her smile was dazzling too, artfully enhanced with just a touch of forbidden lipstick, and her long brown hair caught more of the sun and threw it up to her gaping husband. She was the picture of the carefree outdoor girl who had successfully carried the bedroom out of doors with her.
"Take off your clothes and let's take a bath in the sun," she said.
"I'll give you a bath with this hose," he weakly threatened, "if you don't get back into those overalls."
She sauntered forward barefoot, bold as could be, took the hose from his hand and let if all to the ground. She laughed and said, "Is this the nozzle in your pocket?" And she brushed her little hand over the very visible bulge that had at long last sprung up in his overalls.
"Get inside. Get dressed. My mother put you up to this. I know she did, and I won't have any part of it," he said, but he didn't move from the spot, and he made no move to propel her away from him.
"If you want me inside, take me inside," she said, and unclipped one overall strap, then the other.
"I'm warning you," he said, as she began working on the buttons of his old shirt.
"Really," she went on, outwardly calm as she continued to undress him. "Take me inside if you want me there. The sun's nice, but a bed would be just as nice."
He grimaced as if in pain as she shucked down his overalls, exposing baggy shorts that were tented with hard prick. "What did she do to you?" he asked, almost sobbing as she peeled down his shirt with cool efficiency. "Beth, you're ruining everything, everything we stand for."
"I'll bet this is standing for me," she said, as down came his shorts and up came his prick, good and hard and young, with no moral commitment other than to be used.
"I beg you. Don't do this to me," he pleaded, and took her in his arms and kissed her hair and her eyes and her lips and her ears, hands roving over eagerly trembling flesh and warmly whispering nylon.
"I will. I'll do everything I can to you," she promised, clasping his hard cock against her soft tummy, snaking a nyloned leg around his and squirming a very soft and ready pussy against his thigh.
Beth squirmed down in the loving circle of his arms, took his cock in hand, peeled back its foreskin, sucked his cock warmly and gratefully. "No, it's clean," she murmured, as she lifted her face to the sighing young man she loved, and he kissed her loving mouth with deep affection.
"You're beautiful and I love you, Beth," he told her.
"All of me?" she asked, and the slightest pressure of her hand on his head sent him to his knees, smiling ecstatically now, hands at work on the once familiar task of helping a loving lady off with her pretty panties, so his mouth could love her twat.
"Oh, honey, that feels so nice," Beth purred, rubbing fingers through his hair, feeling a sun of her own within her. "You lick pussy really good. Just like Betty said you would."
"She told you about me??? About ... us?"
"Mm-hm," said Beth, and helped his mouth back to where it belonged. "That was a wonderful thing she did for you, teaching you all about sex, having fun with you. And, mm-m-m-m, this's a wonderful thing you're doing for me. Make me cum? Just a little? Before you fuck me? Pretty please?"
"A lot," he murmured, and grasped her gartered fanny better, and took fresh hold of her honeyed cunt with his mouth, and stayed on to suck and tongue her sweet cunt all the time while she was squealing and laughing with orgasmic joy and holding onto his dear, sweet head with both hands.
She was still cumming when he eased her down on a patch of dry grass. Her legs were open and waiting for him, her hand was reaching for his stiff hot dick. He entered her right away, and he started cumming the moment he did.
"That's it! I love it!" she cried. "Fill me up with your cock, with your cum, forever, FOREVER!"
"Can't hold back," he grunted through an ejaculation that had been pent up in him for far too long. "God, it feels good! God, Beth, YOU feel good!!!"
"GIVE ME A QUART OF IT!" she cried, at last realizing the full extent of woman's orgasm, twisting and thrusting under him and grasping him with arms and legs and soul and heart.
"A gallon," he said. "At least a gallon this time, and, whee-e-e-w, lots more after that."
"Glen, I love you!!!"
"BETH, I LOVE YOU!!!"
"FUCK ME!"
"FOREVER!"
Betty and Vi watched no more. That would have been indelicate. They withdrew to Vi's shop, silent, subdued by the love they had witnessed, still subdued as they sipped a highball.
At last Vi said, "That was really something. Those kids are going to he happy now, thanks to us."
"I'm glad it happened. I'm glad I could do something good for my son," said Betty, then sighed and stared gloomily into her glass.
"What's the matter? You should be happy."
"I am, for them. But I keep thinking about those other kids, those other poor mixed up strays back in New Mexico, getting their heads filled with trash from the mouth of some old crazy."
Vi thought that over and became sad, too, but not for long. She smiled again, and she said, "You know, I'll bet Beth could handle my shop for a month and Glen could handle yours. It would keep them from fucking themselves to death now that they've gotten together. And you know what it'd do for us? It'd free us to get on down to Taos, New Mexico."
"And free some of those other poor kids," said Betty with a grin.
