Nothing can be more painful for a woman than to have her love and sexuality taken for granted. A woman enters into a marriage relationship expecting, needing, and deserving a partner whose fond attentions and unfaltering appreciation of her feminine charms are sufficiently uplifting to make each day of the marriage more satisfying than the last. Admittedly an ideal, and perhaps unrealistically perfect marriage situation, the afore mentioned expectations are nevertheless held. When these deeply felt desires and expectations are not lived up to, when the marriage bonds tighten and become shackles, as they sometimes do, only disaster, both emotional and connubial, can result.
Nothing produces connubial disaster more certainly than excessive alcoholism, especially when it leads to the deterioration of one member's sexuality. Alcoholism has a tendency to destroy sensuality in the victim, resulting in a coarseness and an unfeeling attitude in one partner that either produces in the other partner a like attitude or drives that partner away. In either case the marriage is ruined. The emotional strain of such a deteriorating marriage can be enough to produce in either or both partners personality changes, which, although they may be only temporary, may lead to sexual behavior that is radically different from that which characterized the partner's previous sexual activity.
A woman of extremely strong sexual and emotional drives and desires, confronted with the break-up of what she considered to be the perfect marriage, is also confronted with the dismaying realization that her sex life will have to change radically. No longer able to share her body wit her husband she must seek other outlets for hi pent-up sexual energies. Her experience with her husband, if that experience has included beating suffered by her during his drunkenness, might very easily change her natural sexual proclivities directing her toward areas of sexual activity heretofore considered taboo.
The story you are about to read concerns such i woman and the new areas of sexual activity she is forced to investigate. Darlene Miller is the victim of alcoholism, not her own disease but the disease-of her husband Sam, whose love and attention she valued highly, but whose love and attention withered under the cruel influence of alcohol. She learns to fear and loathe men, constantly reminded of the suffering and heartache she encountered during the deterioration of her marriage. Left with three sons and considerable sexual energy, her attentions turn slowly toward her boys as sexual Partners. She craves their innocence, their gentleness, their willingness to submit to her tutelage. In their arms she believes she can find the kind of attention she has lacked for so long. But 'the sense of taboo involved in incestuous relationships makes it difficult for her to put her desires into play but come into play they do.
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CHAPTER ONE
The slanting rays of the early morning sun shone through the trees outside Darlene Miller's bedroom window, filling the room with light green shadows that should have brought her a sense of peace. But peace on this particular morning was the farthest thing from Darlene Miller's mind. Her mind and body were tortured, not with pain but with the maddening heat of sexual excitement. Darlene writhed in the body-wracking tension of her lust, writhed in the intense heat of the sex dream that was making her luscious cunt run with musky sex juices even as she lay there. Her cunt seemed to be on fire, seemed to be burning deep down inside her with a wild fire that nothing could quench. Her mind swam with sex visions that titillated her mercilessly. Even in her sleep she had tried to fight off the depraved sexual images that filled her with hot lust. Even in her sleep she had tried to deny herself the ultimately pleasant sensations that her dream was bound to bring her no matter how hard she tried to fight off the dark desires that lurked in the depths of her subconcious.
Darlene had thrown off the light satin sheet which covered her lovely naked body. She lay there in the warming sunlight naked and lusty, her eyes lightly closed, her legs moving, her head tossing to and fro, her hands running up and down her thighs, her beautiful full breasts resting like stain pillows of warm flesh, her fragrant pussy like a warm furry animal nestled between her lightly tanned legs. Darlene was the perfect picture of lusty femininity as she lay there in her bed that morning. And yet she was tortured. Her feminine desires, undeniable and powerful beyond belief, had no outlet except in her strange dreams of passion, had no outlet because they were taboo, because they were desires for her own three sons.
Darlene had been having such dreams more and more frequently lately. At first she had shrugged them off as nothing. But her dreams had been getting wilder and wilder lately and had been leaving her incredibly hot in the mornings. Her dreams also had left her feeling strangely on several occasions, as if they foretold events in her real life. She had denied those feelings, unable to believe that anything even vaguely approaching the wild taboo sexuality of her hot dreams could happen to her in her real life. And yet the feelings remained and the smoldering embers of incestuous lust continued to heat up her twat, threatening to consume her in a blaze of passion at any minute.
The dream that had raised her to such a height of sexual arousal was typical of the dreams that had been stirring her these mornings. Her dream seemed only a hair's breadth from reality and the passion it inspired in her was real, very real.
In her dream Darlene had been awakened in the middle of the night by her three boys. She had stirred and sat up in bed, her satin sheet falling over her breasts as she leaned back against the headboard. She hadn't bothered to cover herself, but sat there smiling at her three boys, her mammaries brazenly exposed, her sheet down around her slightly curved belly, her downy light brown pubic hair peeking out above the folds of the sheet. She smiled up at the oldest of her three sons.
"Can I do something for you, darling?" she heard herself ask in a voice that echoes strangely.
"Sure, Mom!" she heard her fourteen-year-old boy say. "You can take my dick out and suck on it!"
"You dirty boy!" she heard herself reply in feigned shock. "What a terrible thing to ask your mother! You should be ashamed of yourself!"
She turned from fourteen-year-old Rod to thirteen-year-old Micky and smiled at him with equal warmth.
"And what do you want at this ridiculous hour, Micky dear?" she cooed.
"Gosh Mom, I just wanted you to beat me off. I got an awful hard one," she heard her thirteen-year-old say.
"What an idea! I should thrash you to within an inch of your life!" Darlene said in a strangely vacant voice, turning quickly to her youngest boy, twelve-year-old Bobby. "I suppose you want to crawl on top of me and rub your little peepee between my tits!" she said to the boy.
"Can I?" she heard the boy ask hopefully.
"Of course you can, Bobby! How could I resist my darling boys?" she purred. "Take your pretty penises out and let me look at them."
Darlene watched attentively while her three young boys unzipped their pants and hauled out their eager young dicks, all of which were stiff and excited already. The three young boys held their penises in their hands and pointed them down toward their beautiful mother. She stared at the swollen purplish shiny heads of their three cocks, growing thirsty for the pre-seminal fluid that glistened on the tightly stretched knobs of their dicks. The mere sight of her sons pricks made her cunny twitch and burn with excitement.
"All right, Rod, come here and let me suck that thing for you since you want it so badly," she heard herself say, pursing her lips and waiting for the tasty cock that was soon to thrill her with its heat and hardness.
She closed her lovely blue eyes and waited until she felt the slippery head of Rod's hot pulsating fourteen-year-old penis pressing up against her wet lips. She felt her son crawling on top of her, his cock poking against her lips. When the fourteen-year-old boy was straddling her, she sucked his dick head into her face and loved the bulging thing with her eager tongue. She felt his naked legs against her, felt his pendulous, hairless nuts swinging against her throat as he moved slightly back and forth in her mouth.
Darlene opened her eyes and saw Bobby and Micky shucking their pants as their older brother had. Thirteen-year-old Micky crawled onto the bed and sat cross-legged beside her, his stiff little dick sticking up from his lap, just begging to be fondled. Unable to resist the temptation she wrapped her loving fingers around the boy's slippery penis and began slowly masturbating him while he moaned and groaned with youthful pleasure. Seized by the urge to be surrounded by the boys, she beckoned twelve-year-old Bobby to come join in the fun. He crawled into the bed, his little white peter bobbing up and down in front of his young slender legs as he mounted his mother.
Darlene heard herself gasp when she felt her youngest boy press his rigid little prickie between her soft and luscious tits. Bobby grabbed Rod's wide young shoulders and held on while he sawed his cock in and out between his mother's pillow like breasts. She felt herself going wild inside with the sheer depravity of it all. She held her breasts together for awhile, crushing them around Bobby's rigid little dick and making a nice tight place for the little boy to fuck.
Unable to resist the temptation, her pussy was filling her with she reached down between her long lovely legs and found the blazing crevice of her hot twat. She began to diddle herself while her three young boys drove her wild with their nervously twitching little early teenage organs. The thirty-five-year-old mother and her three horny boys writhed together in the terrible heat of their depraved incestuous lust. Darlene's fingers tugged at her cunt-lips, pinched her blazing clitoral bud, stroked the inner flesh of her steaming vagina while with her free hand she continued to beat a steady rhythm up and down her thirteen-year-old boy's aching dick.
"Oh this is beautiful!" she heard herself cry softly, still with the dream-like vacancy that sounded so strange to her. "Fuck my tits, Micky! Fuck my mouth!" she gurgled, her face filled with her son's hot cock-meat.
"Oh golly, Mom! This is just great! You're the greatest mom a guy ever had! Wow! I'm gonna go off in a minute!" Darlene heard Rod say between heavy pants.
"Me too, Mom! I'm gonna shoot between your tits!" Bobby gasped.
"Yeah, Mom! Make me cum too! Beat my meat real hard! Oh shit! Gosh! I can feel it comin' out right now! Oh shit! Wow Mom! You're somethin' else! Here it comes!" her youngest boy said as her fingers raced wildly up and down over his dripping organ.
Darlene felt herself rising closer and closer to the brink of a wild orgasm, an orgasm made even more powerful by the sense of unreality that filled her dream. Her fingers worked faster and faster against the tiny turgid bud of her clitoris, sending little tinglings and shocks up and down her body, making her legs quake, making her cry softly as the flood of her womanly climax approaced. She suddenly felt a load of semen squirting down her sucking throat as her fourteen-year-old son shot his wad into her mouth. She sucked violently, trying to swallow every drop of the copious emission her boy unloaded into her. She tried to accommodate herself to the pistoning of his hard organ deep down inside her warm throat as he bucked his lean young ass in the throes of his ball-draining ejaculation.
Darlene felt a puddle of warmth spreading over her beautiful soft tits, felt Micky's wad squirting between her breasts and puddling there as he shot off amid moans and groans of uncontrollable pleasure. Both Micky and Rod were moving back and forth against her hard and fast now, wildly excited by the warmth and softness of their pretty womanly mother. She suddenly felt another hot load of cum shooting like a fountain from the hard dick of her thirteen-year-old. She heard him gasp as her masturbating movements brought him off. She gathered some of the boy's thick white sperm and rubbed it against the hot bud of her clit. She moved her hand fiercely between her shaking legs now, bringing herself dangerously close to a body-bending orgasm.
Darlene pulled her face free of Rod'd firmly impaled penis and let his cum dribble down the corners of her mouth. She waved her legs wildly, seeming to trap her own hand between them.
"Suck my cunt, boys! Oh please! Eat my pussy! Lick your mother's cunt! Make me cum! Make me cum!" she cried.
Her three boys obeyed eagerly, fighting for a position between her satiny soft legs. She almost died when she felt their lips and tongues racing over the tender flesh of her inner legs, almost cried out loud when she felt their faces brushing against the trembling rubbery flesh of her hot wet cunt-lips. She heard herself cry when one of the boys wrapped his young lips around her clit and began sucking violently. She felt another of her sons' lips fasten around the jiggling flesh of her twat-lips. The third boy managed to bury his tongue in the creamy depths of her quaking vaginal orifice. Her steamy pussy was running with hot cunt-juices now, running with the womanly fluids of her uncontrollable, incestuous passion. The air was filled with slurps and gurgles as the boys ate their mother's tasty twat.
"You're making me cum! You're making your mother climax! Yes! DO IT TO ME! I want you! This is so dirty! This is so nasty! I want you! Lick my cunny!" she cried.
Darlene felt herself tottering, ready to fall into the rushing flood of her orgasm. But it was not to happen. Just when another flick of any of her sons' tongues could have made her flash wildly inside something made her look down between her wide-spread legs. She saw her sons standing there at the foot of her bed, saw them backing away from her, saw them slowly disappearing into an inky darkness, saw her dream of lust vanishing before her very eyes. She tried desperately to hold onto the dream that had made her cunt wet with passion, tried desperately to keep the fire raging between her legs long enough for it to consume her in a flashing orgasmic rush. But it was no use. Her sons disappeared into the darkness and she was left alone to suffer the torment of her sexual arousal.
"No, no, no! Please don't go away! Rod, darling! Micky! Bobby! I need you! Make me cum! I'm so close! So close!" she heard herself moan.
Darlene suddenly opened her eyes and sat up in bed, shaking her dream from her mind and realizing that it had only been a dream. The sun streamed in through her window, filling the room with a soft light that made even her sexual torment seem bearable. It wasn't as bad as all that, she thought. It was only a dream. She hadn't really been writhing in bed with her three children in the depths of incestuous depravity. She had nothing to be ashamed of. Or did she?
As she sat there considering the meaning of the dream that was only now beginning to fade away into memory where it would vanish completely in time she realized that there had to be something behind it, realized that there had to be within her some subconscious desire to engage her three young boys in sexual activities. She knew perfectly well that her three young boys were virginal and totally innocent as far as sex was concerned. Their eagerness to fuck her and revel with her in the depraved acts she asked them to perform in her dreams filled her with an almost dizzying amazement. How could she possibly even dream such things about her innocent sons, about her own flesh and blood? She was suddenly filled with shame, her face flushing with embarrassment. It was beneath her, this dark desire for her own boys.
Darlene wondered what her friends and neighbors would think if they had been able to peek into her little dream, if they had been able to see the wild thoughts that raced through her horny imagination. It was too terrible to contemplate. Darlene was one of Taggert's leading citizens, not that being a leading citizen of Tagger, Illinois, meant very much. She belonged to all the right ladies' clubs, was active in the local PTA, lent her services to the local hospital from time to time, and even served as guide mother for a pack of scouts. She wondered what the members of her church congregation would say if they found out that her subconscious seethed with dark desires for the three young boys she had raised with such loving care. It was so awful that she couldn't stifle a little laugh. It was awful, but it was ridiculous, too.
Darlene knew how hypocritical all her friends and neighbors were about sex and other aspects of morality, and she suspected that a handful of her friends also realized how ridiculous their moral stances were. But constant moral posturing was the name of the game of small town living and everyone strived to play that game to the best of their abilities. Darlene, however, was beginning to see the futility of it all.
The sense of futility that filled her suddenly with loathing was a new one for her. Since her stormy divorce from her husband Sam, Darlene had been forced to take a strictly positive view of life and her position in it. She had had to raise her three boys all by herself after Sam's alcoholism had made him unbearable to live with and an unfit father for the boys. She still remembered the beatings she had suffered at his hand, beatings which, although they hadn't left her injured, had made her loathe her husband and fear him. Luckily the boys hadn't been aware of the problem she had had with their father and their childhood hadn't been too seriously damaged by the schism. But the scars of that emotional break still remained on Darlene's memory.
Her fear of her husband in his drunken state had left her so deeply troubled that she was afraid of men her own age even now, though several years had passed since her divorce. Her years without a man had been a constant torment for her, although she had always managed to survive even the frustration of sexlessness for the sake of the sons she loved more than anything else in her life. But now her love for them had begun to transcend mere motherly affection and she somehow knew that stormy and confusing events were in store for her and for her three boys. Until that storm broke she would simply have to go about her life as she had for years and hope for the best.
It wasn't only the shame and embarrassment of realizing such confusing things about herself that made her uncomfortable this particular morning. She had been slowly coming to realize the motivations that pushed her strangely toward some sort of sexual contact with her sons or at least with some young boy whose love she could share without fearing his masculinity and potential cruelty. And because her realization of her secret drives had been dawning on her slowly over a period of months, perhaps years, she was able to accept them with at least a semblance of calm. The sexual stimulation her dreams brought her, however, was quite another matter.
Darlene had always been horny for cunt-moistening sex, had always been sexually active, at least before her unfortunate relationship with Sam. She had always accepted sexuality as a healthy thing rather than as a necessary evil as some of her girl friends saw it. She had never been able to resist the temptation to engage in sexual activities whenever the opportunity had presented itself, at least before she had come to fear men. And the passion that her dreams had stirred up inside her was beyond resisting. She had to have release and the only way she could achieve it was through masturbation. Her fingers were a poor excuse for the fingers of a lover, an even poorer excuse for a nice hard cock rubbing against her hot little clitoris, but they were better than nothing, far better than nothing.
She was naked in the warming sun, naked and glowing with healthy freshness. Darlene had always kept her body in beautiful shape, had always kept herself at her youthful best, even though she had resisted the many advances that the local men made toward her. She knew perfectly well that she was beautiful in the extreme, beautiful and powerfully alluring. The blazing heat in her crimson twat was alluring, too. Her fingers found her hot box and began moving against her shivering twat-lips, exciting her more and more by the second.
Her pussy had been running with the musky fluids of her feminine passion while she writhed in the sexual torment of her strange dream. Her passion had decreased not at all now that she had awakened. Her fingers played with the dark rubbery lips of her steamy sex, opening herself as if for a young lover whose appreciation she longed to stimulate. She knew that such solitary efforts at self-arousal were a waste of time but she couldn't resist. She closed her eyes tightly and rolled over on her back, clamping her legs together, holding her hand tightly between them. She put her other hand between her warm shivering legs too, moving her fingers between her legs with a wild passion, moving herself closer and closer to the brink of orgasm.
Darlene's bulging golden knockers were crushed beneath her, her nipples peaked stiff and excited. She fet her nipples tingling as they rubbed against the satin sheet beneath her warm, fragrant body. She buried her face in the pillow and cried softly as her cunt suddenly shivered and shook with violent spasms of passion. She felt the flood of her orgasm rushing through her, washing away all her frustrations, filling her with fluid fulfillment. It was a feeling well worth the torment. She thought there was nothing more relaxing than a morning orgasm, even if it had to be reached through such solitary means. She tried to stifle the little cries of pleasure that always seemed to follow so naturally her deeply moving orgasmic rush.
When it was all over and her tense body began to relax she got out of bed feeling refreshed and ready to begin a new day. She knew perfectly well that the day was likely to be frustrating at times since she was finding it more and more difficult to avoid seeing her three sons as objects of more than mere motherly affection, but she would do her best to deny her desires and pretend that nothing was stirring within her. She wondered, however, how much longer she could continue to deny herself.
She stood for a few minutes before her full-length mirror admiring herself. She still had all the good looks of her youth, still had the long golden brown hair that framed her lovely face like a soft flowing waterfall, still had the delicate shoulders that tapered so beautifully toward her glowing breasts, still had the feminine treasures that were firmly uplifted and almost perky. Her thighs were still soft and flowing, her legs still firm and filled with lithe loveliness. She still had it all. It was a shame, she thought, that she hadn't been using her charms to advantage. Perhaps it was a situation that she could remedy in the near future, although she honestly did not know how it could be done.
Darlene was still smooth and quiet from her recent orgasm, looking her best, her body rich flowing and mellow. She dressed carefully, donning a light summer frock and gliding downstairs to fix breakfast for Rod, Micky, and Bobby. Even as she descended the stairs little fragments of her lusty dream floated before her mind's eye, little images of her son's rigid pricks, little memories of the way they had smiled at her in the wild passion she had inspired in them in her dream. By the time she had to actually face the boys, however, she had banished her dream from her mind completely and was able to go about her motherly duties in a seemly way.
She had overslept that morning and the boys had fixed their own breakfasts, leaving the usual mess. She cleaned up after them and barely had a chance to say two words to them before they were out the back door with baseball gear in hand.
"Just a minute, boys," she called. "Aren't you forgetting something?"
The three boys stopped on the back porch and turned about to face their mother.
"What are we forgettin'?" Rod asked, puzzled.
"Kiss me good-bye, sillies!" Darlene smiled.
"Oh, sure, Mom!" Rod said, running back into the kitchen and kissing her cheek quickly, followed by his brothers in turn.
"That's better," she smiled. "At least a little better," she whispered under her breath.
"Huh, Mom?" Bobby asked, turning back.
"Oh, nothing, Bobby," Darlene said quickly, unable to resist admiring the twelve-year-old boy's clean good looks, unable to resist the quick little twitch that stirred her pussy for a second.
"Oh, Mom, I forgot! You wanted me to remind you that you've got a swimming class for that Red Cross safety thing you belong to." Rod said, turning and running after his two brothers, who seemed itching to get into a game of baseball.
Rod was right about the class. Darlene had completely forgotten it. She had a group of a dozen boys of thirteen year olds to teach that very morning. She wondered how she would react to so many nearly naked boys, considering the current state of her libido. She would simply have to try to control herself. It wouldn't do to have Mrs. Miller, Taggert's best swimming instructor, getting horny over her thirteen-year-old pupils. What would her friends and neighbors think? And yet she knew perfectly well that she could expect her eager pussy to moisten even as she tried to teach her young pupils the finer points of swimming. It had happened before and it was sure to happen again. Her attraction to young boys was going to get the better of her, and she knew it. It was only a matter of time....
Boys were so innocent, so eager to please, so unlike her brutal husband. She warmed inside every time she thought of how satisfying it would be to lie beside a young boy. She moistened deep in her twat whenever she thought of how eagerly a young boy would take to the things she could teach him about fucking. She tingled deep in her belly whenever she thought of how good she would feel if she had the opportunity to use her overpowering feminine charms to capture a boy in her web of seduction.
Her pussy was still tingling as she changed into her swimming outfit in the women's locker room at the local high school. Taggert's citizens had gone to a great deal of expense to build a swimming pool, no small feat for a small town. Darlene thought that the expense and trouble was well worth it. Her little weekly lessons at the facility at least gave her the opportunity to strut her stuff and watch the way some of the boys behaved under her influence.
It had amazed her at first that such young innocents would react to her feminine charms the way they did. She had noticed from time to time that when she touched one of the boys too near his barely concealed genitalia during her instruction he might wince as if he had been shocked. She had also noticed that continued pressure near the boy's young cock and balls would often cause a hard little bulge to appear beneath his trunks. She had found her swimming class to be a struggle for her more than for the boys she was trying to teach. It was getting increasingly more difficult for her to control herself in the presence of so many handsome young lads.
Darlene's cunt was already beginning to moisten as she stuffed her bulging breasts into the top of her two-piece swimming outfit. It was just a bit too revealing, she thought, but what the hell. Surely no one would impute any devious motives from her choice of a bathing suit. Still, she wondered if the boys had noticed how her suits had gotten skimpier and skimpier during the weeks she had been teaching the class.
Darlene wondered if perhaps she had been a bit too immodest when she walked to the side of the pool and stood there before her young pupils in her bikini. The boys gaped as if she were naked before them. Their glittering eyes made her feel even more naked than she was. They boys were all already in the water in the wading pool, standing up to their waists in the blue shimmering water, staring dumbstruck at their sexy teacher.
"Good morning, boys," Darlene said in a slightly unnatural voice that would have betrayed her nervousness to anyone old enough to notice such things. "Are you all ready to learn a few new things?" she said sweetly.
The boys all nodded absentmindedly.
"Are you all limbered up?" she asked, suddenly seized by the urge to find out for herself how limber the boys were. "One mustn't swim unless one's muscles are limber, boys. We can't take the risk of getting cramps can we? Let me see how our muscles feel this morning." she smiled, stepping into the water and sidling up to one of the boys, Dean March, the tallest of the dozen boys and the son of Wendy and Dan March, the local basketball coach and his very pretty wife.
She took Dean's hands in hers and raised his long arms, running her fingers up and down over the boy's developing muscles. She dropped the boy's arms at his sides and put her hands flat on his young hairless chest. She watched him swallow hard and look away from her, apparently unable to look her in the eye. She knew that all the boys were watching nervously to see what was happening to their buddy Dean. She felt horny beyond belief now, so horny that she was afraid her state of sexual arousal was becoming noticeable.
Her pussy stirring uncontrollably, Darlene smoothed her hand over the boy's chest, feeling the rapid beating of his heart and the warmth of his teenage body radiating through her hand. She let one hand move to the boy's shoulder while the other moved ever downward, getting closer and closer to the waistband of his trunks. Soon her eager fingers were traveling over the young boy's hard midsection, feeling the little ripples of his stomach muscles. She closed, her eyes and gave herself up to the urges of her lust.
She moved closer to the boy, moved so close that her barely concealed breasts were brushing slightly against the tall, thirteen year old's naked chest. She could hardly control her breathing now, she was so wildly excited by the boy's mere presence so close to her. She thought she would die of excitement when she actually forced herself to let her eager fingers sneak beneath the waistband of the boy's tight trunks. She suddenly felt him jerk spasmodically and gasp out loud.
"Gosh, Mrs. Miller, what're you doin'?" he gasped.
The sound of the boy's voice was like a rifle shot in the dead silence of the big gymnasium. Darlene was suddenly shocked into realizing that she was in the process of disrobing the thirteen-year-old boy in front of all his young friends, and right in the middle of her swimming class, too. She blushed, blushed even more than the poor defenseless boy she was feeling so lustily. She jerked her hands away from him, hoping that none of the other kids had gotten any ideas from her behavior. She couldn't help noticing that young Dean's well-filled young crotch was bulging more than usual now. She was terribly ashamed of herself.
"Yes, yes, uh, of course, you're all limbered up, Dean," she stuttered. "You've learned your lessons well," she added, wading out into the deeper end of the pool. "I suppose all the rest of you are equally limber this morning. Follow me, boys, I want to teach you a new stroke today."
Darlene looked back over her shoulder and saw that Dean was walking in the water stiff-legged, his hands down in front of his crotch, nervously trying to hide his growing young erection. The other boys were looking slyly at each other, as if they were all bothered somehow by the state of near nakedness with which Mrs. Miller had greeted them that morning. She felt strangely satisfied that they boys had taken notice of her, although she wished she had had more will power, wished that she had been able to keep herself from touching Dean so sensually. There was no telling where such things could lead. The possibilities excited her in a new and powerful way.
CHAPTER TWO
Several days had passed since Darlene's encounter with Dean in her swimming class. She had let her self-control slip just long enough to possibly expose herself to all those boys. She had managed somehow to regain her composure and carry the lesson off without letting her sexual instincts get the better of her that day. She still wondered, however, what young Dean had thought of her actions. She still remembered the frightened look on the thirteen-year-old boy's handsome young face when she dipped her warm fingers beneath his trunks and touched his smooth lower belly for a second or two. And she still remembered the warmth of his young body, remembered it so clearly, still felt it so deeply that her cunt stirred every time she thought of him.
Darlene sat by the phone in her bedroom thinking about the boy and wishing he was with her that very minute. Dean was so like her own three boys in his warmth and smoothness, so like her own three boys in his apparent innocence, and so like her own three boys in his quicknes to stiffen between his legs at the slightest provocations.
Darlene had noticed, hadn't been able to help noticing, that all three of her sons were troubled with embarrassing erections from time to time. She had always managed to look away and pretend that she hadn't seen the stiff little bulges that grew down their pants legs occasionally or jutted out beneath the towels they wore around their lean waists after their showers. She had always wanted to stare at the hard dicks her sons often wore so nervously. But staring between her sons' legs was something a mother dared not do, and she had forced herself to follow the moral code, at least in practice, even though her mind rebelled.
Darlene's cunny was dripping with sexual passion at the moment. She was wearing only her panties, having just come from a nice warm shower. The boys were all out doing whatever they usually did on summer mornings, and she was all by herself. Her panties were damp with the free-flowing juices of her passion. She touched her delicate ringers to the damp crotch of her thin little garment and pushed her quivering hot cunt-lips, making herself shiver deep in her belly. She began slowly stroking herself there, barely touching the blazing lips of her excited cunt.
Darlene threw One of her long lovely legs over the arm of the chair in which she sat and pulled the material away from her juicy twat, exposing herself and burying her fingers between her spread legs. Her gaping gash was creamy pink and as hot as an oven. She spread the lips of her slippery gash and tossed her long, honey-hued hair behind her, giving herself up to the power of her womanly sexuality. She began pinching her glowing hot clitoris, driving herself wilder and wilder by the second.
Her imagination was filled with the most deliciously depraved sexual images, images of her three boys in various states of undress, images of the three young kids strutting around her with their stiff teenage dicks sticking out in front of their lean young bodies. She tried to image how their dicks would look in their sexually aroused states. Her mind was filled with her boys and the lust they unwittingly inspired in her. She could stand the tension no longer. She had to have a boy, perhaps not one of her sons but a boy nonetheless. She had to do whatever was necessary to procure herself such a boy, no matter how dangerous her acts might be.
Her musky twat tingling and surging with wild passion she picked up the receiver of her phone and rubbed the shiny black knob of it against her slit for a second or two. Then she dialed a number from her list of swimming class students, not certain even yet of what she would say to whoever answered. She had to arrange something, had to give herself the opportunity to ravish one of her boys, had to taste the deliciously nasty joys of sex with a young man whose embrace she could trust, had to see once and for all whether or not her horny imagination accurately reflected her inner sexual desires for innocent children. Her heart raced wildly as she waited for someone to answer at the March house. She was relieved somewhat when a young voice answered.
"Hello, is this Dean March?" she asked nervously, still trying to control herself. "Hello Dean. This is Mrs. Miller, your swimming instructor," she continued, forcing herself to remain cool and collected now, afraid to let down her protective facade of self-composure. "Dean? Are you there, Dean?" she smiled sweetly.
"Uh ... yeah. I'm here, I guess...." the boy said weakly.
"What's the matter, Dean? You sound upset. Surely you're not feeling badly! A strong young man like you?" she smiled.
"No, uh, I feel okay, I guess," the nervous boy replied, obviously expecting to hear anybody's voice other than his sexy swimming instructor.
"Excellent, Dean! I was thinking over your progress in the swimming class and I've come to the conclusion that you could use some private instruction. You have potential, Dean. I'm surprised that your father hasn't taught you how to swim already. You might excel in that sport, Dean."
"Dad's sorta busy I guess," the boy said.
"Do you think you'd like some private lessons, dear?" she asked, her voice deep and alluring.
"'Dear'? 'Private lessons'? I...." the boy stuttered.
Darlene loved the sound of his voice over the telephone. She could almost see the boy's adam's apple bobbing up and down as he tried to swallow nervously. She could almost see the rosy glow of a blush coming over his slightly freckled young face. She knew that she was about to trap him, if only she could control herself that long. She knew that the poor defenseless boy still remembered the incident in the swimming pool at school. She knew that he still felt her eager fingers descending over the front of his body and dipping blindly between his shivering young flesh and the waistband of his wet tight trunks. She knew that the experience was one that he wasn't likely to soon forget. And she knew that Dean was reliving the experience now even as she talked to him in a way that could only excite the innocent young boy.
"Of course, Dean darling, private lessons. Is there something wrong with private lessons?" she teased. "You really must develop your full potential. You're already such a strong swimmer, darling! It shouldn't be too hard for you to learn a few new strokes."
"Gosh, Mrs. Miller! I ... I dunno! Private lessons!" the boy whined.
"Are you busy this afternoon, darling?" she cooed.
"Gosh! This afternoon! Busy? No, I, no...." the boy stumbled.
Darlene reached down between her lovely spread legs again and began manipulating the sweet lips of her fragrant pussy, wildly excited by the nervous stammering of the young boy's voice.
"If you're not busy why don't you drop by my house at about one o'clock this afternoon? But I don't think we should do our swimming at the gymnasium this time, darling. I think we should take advantage of the fresh air and the sun. The outdoors does wonders for one's swimming form, darling. Do you know of a nice isolated place, a place where we can concentrate on our ... technique ... without worrying about intruders?" Darlene asked sexily, knowing perfectly well that she was frightening the boy out of his wits.
"Just bare...." the boy gasped, holding back his words at the last minute.
"What was that, Dean?" the horny older woman said, intrigued by the tone of the kid's quavering voice.
"Nothing. Nothing, really!" he hurried to reply.
"Come now, Dean. Just bare? What does that mean?" She smiled, her fingers working inside her juice snatch.
"Just bare-ass bend," young Dean forced himself to say, his voice dry as cotton.
"Bare-ass bend? My goodness!" She laughed. "Such language! I should tell your father! Bare-ass bend indeed!"
"Jeez, Mrs. Miller, I'm sorry! I didn't mean nothin'! Honest to God! Don't tell Dad! He'd kill me!" the boy begged.
"Control yourself, Dean darling! I wouldn't tell on you for anything, dear! You're one of my star pupils! And besides, I have boys of my own, and I know how nasty words slip out sometimes. But where is this 'bare-ass bend'? It might be just the place to practice our swimming." Darlene said, her cunt blazing with taboo passion for the young boy.
"Gosh Mrs. Williams! Do you really mean it?" he asked, his voice shaking as much as his body was.
"Certainly, Dean! I'm quite serious," she said, sparks flying in her twat.
"It's a place in the river way out by Wexler's pond. The guys go there sometimes for a swim. It's a long hike," the boy explained.
"But is it isolated?" she smiled.
"Sure it is," Dean whispered. "But why...."
"Be at my house at one o'clock this afternoon, darling. And bring your trunks," Darlene whispered seductively. "Bring them. Don't wear them." she added quickly, hanging up the receiver before the boy had a chance to reply.
Darlene sighed and felt relieved at last, relieved that the ordeal of the first approach was over and relieved, too, that she had the strength of will to go through with her dirty little plan of seduction. She resisted the powerful urge to diddle her hot seething cunt until she flashed wildly inside, resisted the urge for the sake of the incredibly exciting experience that loomed before her with the handsome and totally innocent young boy. It would be an afternoon to remember.
She managed to get dressed somehow without dipping her fingers between her legs again and getting too deeply involved with her self-manipulations. Perhaps now she would have something to do besides playing with her everactive pussy when she needed relief. The thought of her upcoming experience with thirteen-year-old Dean made her twat run with passion. She felt lightheaded with excitement. She really didn't know what she would do when she got the boy where she wanted him, having acted in the mind-boggling heat of her lust. But she knew that whatever she did with the boy would be taboo, so taboo that she grew more and more excited by the minute.
She was about to ravish a boy young enough to be her son, about to engage him in activities that were not only illegal but also against all the moral codes that the people of Taggert, Illinois, held inviolate. And the sense of danger that filled her now thrilled her as nothing in her life ever had. Whenever she thought about Dean her mind flashed with thoughts of her own three sons as young, innocent sex-pupils. There was no telling where her activities with Dean might lead.
Rod, Micky, and Bobby were home for lunch and gone again in a flash. Darlene couldn't help wondering if her three always alert young boys had noticed anything odd in her behavior that afternoon. She had caught herself staring between Rod's young legs at least once while he was leaning up against the kitchen counter nibbling on a hastily prepared sandwich. She wanted desperately to catch a glimpse of Rod's sex equipment as it was bunched together between his legs beneath his tight pants.
Darlene hadn't seen any of the boys naked in a long time, having forced herself to refrain from looking at them, knowing her state of mind in recent months. Her mind was filled now with anticipation of her soon-to-come confrontation with a thirteen-year-old boy who had to know that something unusual was in store for him. She found it terribly difficult to control herself now even in the presence of the three boys she had raised, even in the presence of the fruit of her womb, even in the presence of the three innocent young boys who could have no idea that her cunt blazed for them. She could only hope that they took no notice of her that afternoon.
By the time of her appointment with young Dean, Darlene was trembling all over in the heat of her sexual excitement. She hadn't felt so alive in years. It was as if an adventure awaited her, an adventure that would fill her boring small town life with an excitement that she had never thought possible. She tried to imagine how thirteen-year-old Dean felt about calling on Mrs. Miller under such strange and confusing circumstances. The more she thought about his possible reaction to her sexual onslaught the more she realized that she would have to go slowly with him, would have to reveal bit by bit the secrets of sexual pleasure. She had to be careful not to frighten him away.
Darlene knew perfectly well that Dean was a likely subject for her first encounter with a young boy. He was big for his age and well developed sexually, which she was able to gather easily enough, having spent many pleasant and cunt-tingling moments in her swimming class eyeing his swollen young crotch and imagining the joys his nice little prong could bring her. She knew, too, that Dean was sexually responsive, knew how quickly his young organ had stiffened in his trunks when she had given in to the urge to stroke his tender young body. She knew that the boy was the perfect subject for her onslaught. She also knew that if she was unable to bring her little plan off this time she might never have the courage to try it again.
The things she was about to do with Dean were taboo and even "depraved" in the eyes of her peers. And yet they seemed to her at the moment the most deliciously tempting acts imaginable. She had, after all, no intention of doing the boy any harm. She only wanted to teach him some of the many things a young man had to learn about fucking eventually and would learn no matter what restrictions the boy's parents tried to put on his activities. She knew how hard-nosed Dan and Wendy March were about sex, politics, religion, and everything else for which the town of Taggert had set definite standards of thought and conduct. She wondered how long it would take Dean to break free of the bonds of hypocritical morality if she didn't help loosen the shackles a bit. It was a momentous undertaking and one in which she was beginning to take some pride. And besides, the seething pit of passion between her legs was dying for a hard young penis and an eager young tongue.
When Darlene heard the doorbell she jumped up and ran to the door, stopping before it and taking a few deep breaths, trying to control herself, knowing that she had to remain calm at all times. If she let her self-control slip for even a minute the boy would detect her fear and realize that she was as afraid of what might happen in the next few minutes as he was.
"Come in, Dean!" she said cheerfully, her heart racing in spite of herself. "Are you ready for your lessons?"
"I guess," the boy said weakly.
"Could you direct me to this place in the river? We can take my car, dear. It's better than hiking I believe," she smiled.
"Gosh, Mrs. Miller, do you really mean it?" the boy gasped, his arms at his sides, holding a rolled up towel tightly in his hand.
"Of course, darling!" she smiled. "Did you bring your trunks?"
Darlene's eyes twinkled with excitement as she watched the boy nod nervously in reply to her question.
"You mustn't be so nervous, darling. What are you afraid of? Nervousness isn't good for a swimmer, Dean. It makes your muscles all tight and stiff. You really must relax." she smiled, brushing past the boy and leading him to her car. "You seem to be afraid of something! What on earth do you think is going to happen to you at this "bare-ass Bend," anyway?" she smiled.
"I ... I'm not scared ... really Mrs. Miller. It's just that, ... the way you touched me last week ... I...." the boy struggled, his voice as dry as cotton.
"Why don't we forget about that, for the moment at any rate?" Darlene said. "I think we should concentrate on your lessons. I'm going to teach you some strokes today that you'll never forget, darling boy."
Darlene heard the frightened kid swallow nervously. The rest of the trip was made in silence broken only by the boy's nervously whispered directions. Darlene let her dress get rucked up until her naked honey-tanned legs were exposed well above her knees. She wondered if the boy was trying hard not to look down between her legs.
"It's down that road," Dean said shakily.
"I don't even know if I can get this big car down this dusty lane, Dean." the horny woman replied, the low hanging branches of numerous trees brushing against the car windows. "I suppose we'll make it. How far is it now?"
"'bout a mile. Then we'll have to walk over a field to get down by the river," the boy said, looking away from Darlene.
"I hope you're worth all this trouble, Dean," Darlene said. "You learn pretty fast, dear, at least you have in the silly swimming class. I hope you can learn these special strokes as easily."
There was something strange in the tone of Mrs. Miller's voice. She sounded so sweet and comforting and at the same time so mysterious and confusing. It was as if everything she said meant something else entirely. The way she talked about those special strokes made young Dean's stomach flutter. She was so pretty and so close to him. And after the way she touched him during the swimming class he couldn't help wondering what she was going to do to him down by the river. Dean hadn't had any contact with girls yet, at least not with any real sexual intent, although he had done the usual exploring with the neighborhood girls who would let him. But Mrs. Miller was thirty-five years old, not twelve or thirteen! The way she had touched him was unlike anything he had ever felt or even imagined before. Just thinking about her made his little dick get stiff. He tried to control his young meat-stick, but to no avail.
Stopping the car at the edge of a grassy meadow, Darlene smiled at her young captive and slid out of the car, ready now for anything her horny imagination might dream up. She had to have the young boy, had to feel his lean young body next to hers, had to feel his innocence, had to use her powerfully affecting womanly seductive powers to draw him to her.
The nervous boy sat in the car until she called him out. She leaned in through the car window and looked at the boy's boyishly handsome face, patiently waiting for him to slide out and join her. He was afraid to look in her direction. She noticed soon enough what was bothering him. She glanced down between his legs and saw that he had covered his crotch with the rolled up towel that contained his trunks. So he had a hard-on already! His embarrassment was unmistakable. She had seen that same look on her own three boys' faces from time to time. She was having the desired effect on the lad, if only she could coax him out of the car.
"Come on, Dean, you can't learn your lessons in the car," Darlene smiled, trying to see the boy's stiff pintle. "Are you hiding something, darling?"
"Gosh no!" the young lad gasped, turning away from the lovely older woman, his knees banging up against the car door.
"Get out of the car then, Dean. I'm awfully eager to get into the water. It's getting terribly hot already. Are you as hot as I am, dear?" she asked, her voice like honey.
Darlene heard the car door open and knew that she had him in her power.
"Is it over this hill?" she asked, having the decency not to look down at the kid's bulging young crotch.
"Uh-huh," the thirteen-year-old boy said weakly.
"I can hardly wait! It's been years since I swam this way!" Darlene said, feeling the freshness of the out-of-doors getting inside her.
The hot-assed woman started up the hill, followed hesitantly by the hard-dicked young boy. She felt her full ass performing a careful cultivated wiggle. She hadn't bothered to wear anything under the light summer dress that barely concealed her considerable feminine charms. She knew that the bright summer sun was shining through her thin garment, revealing the lush curves that were likely to drive the boy wild. She felt his eyes roving the cheeks of her ass and the long flowing beauty of her nearly naked legs. She felt a steady light breeze fluttering over the legs as she walked, felt her long hair flowing behind her. She knew that the boy could never resist her lusty, free-flowing charms.
"Is that the place?" Darlene asked, standing at the top of the grassy hill and looking down at a clear shimmering bend in the river.
Darlene turned around and faced the boy, who stood several yards away from her. She saw him jerk his head away from her, as if he had been caught staring at something he wasn't supposed to see.
"I can hardly wait to get in that water! You?" she asked, forcing the nervous boy to look in her direction again.
"Yeah," he said painfully.
Darlene turned and ran down the hill, laughing happily and dying to enfold her boy in her womanly embrace. He followed her, his eyes glittering, his stiff thirteen-year-old penis jerking in his pants. He tried to hide the thing behind his rolled up towel. He knew perfectly well that she would see it eventually, if she hadn't already. His embarrassment was excruciating. He had to get into his trunks eventually, if she really intended to teach him those new strokes she was always mentioning. He had wondered why she had told him to bring his trunks instead of wearing them under his pants the way he usually did. He had always done his swimming at bare-ass naked with the other guys. Surely she couldn't expect him to change while she was watching. And surely she didn't intend to swim naked.
Dean thought his heart would stop when he suddenly realized that she didn't have a bathing suit with her. She didn't have a bathing suit on underneath her dress, either, he could see that easily enough. In fact he could even see the tuft of hair that showed between her legs as she had walked up the hill against the sun. If she didn't have a bathing suit with her and she didn't have one on under her dress what on earth was she going to wear? Surely she wasn't going to swim naked like the guys always did! Just the thought of it made him dizzy. He had never seen a woman naked before, not even his mother. Surely she wasn't going to take her dress off and let him see her tits and cunt!
"The water looks delicious, Dean darling. Why don't you change into your trunks?" she smiled, breathing in the free summer air of the country.
"But where?" the boy managed to say between shallow breaths.
"Right here, Dean!" Darlene said, authority in her voice. "Don't be silly! I have three boys of my own you know. There's nothing to be embarrassed about. Go ahead. We don't have all day you know!"
"But I can't! I ... I can't! Not in front of you!" the boy blurted.
"Silly boy! Don't you take your pants off in front of your mother?" she asked, teasing the boy and enjoying every minute of it.
"Gosh no! Not any more! I'm too old for that!" the boy said, amazed that the woman would think such a thing.
"Nonsense! You're just the right age for that. Are you a sissy or something?" she smiled.
"I'm not. But gosh, Mrs. Miller. I got...." the boy nearly cried in his terrible confusion and embarrassment.
"Take your shirt off, Dean!" the luscious woman ordered.
There was no disobeying her. Her power was far too great. The defenseless young boy felt like a puppet on a string now. He had to drop his towel in order to take his shirt off. When he let it fall in the grass he knew that she could see his stiff young prick sticking down his leg a little way. He turned his back to her and started to pull his T-shirt over his head.
Darlene watched hungrily as the frightened boy took off his white T-shirt, watched his slender back come into view. She had never dared stare at her own boys that way, even though she had wanted to desperately for a long time. The summer sun streamed down on the boy's lightly tanned skin, highlighting the smooth muscles of his young shoulders. His was thin and she could see the definition of his backbone. She longed to run her delicate fingers up and down his back, longed to feel his naked boy's body next to her. When he had taken off his shirt he stood there motionless, holding the T-shirt at this side.
"Well, darling, aren't you going to change into your trunks?" she smiled, teasing the boy terribly and feeling deliciously wicked about it.
The cowering boy started to walk toward a grove of trees.
"No, Dean dear, right where you are. I want to watch you take your pants off!" Darlene hissed. "That's right, darling, I'm going to watch you take your pants off. Doesn't that make you excited?"
"Jesus Christ, Mrs. Miller! You can't! It's not right! I mean, it's not right for a guy to do that in front of a woman! That's what Mom and Dad always said!" the poor frightened boy said, looking back over his shoulder at the woman.
Darlene saw tears in the poor boy's eyes. Although her heart went out to him in his terribly embarrassing situation she was still relentless in her pursuit of the boy.
"That may very well be, Dean darling, but you're under my instruction now. Do as I say. I promise you that you'll enjoy yourself once you get into the swim of things," she smiled. "Take off your pants."
Darlene watched, her eyes blazing with lust, as the boy unbuckled his pants and tugged down his zipper. His body shook a bit in his intense fear. She knew how he had to feel, denuding himself in the open while a woman old enough to be his mother drank it all in thirstily. She watched as he pushed his tight Levi's down over his lean young hairless legs. She laughed inside as he tried desperately to get his pants legs over his shoes, tripping over himself and nearly falling down several times. When he had finally managed to tug his tight pants off and drop them on the ground he stood cowering, still with his back to his teacher, wearing only his white underpants and his shoes and socks. He reached down nervously to grab his trunks.
"No, Dean, you can't wear your trunks over your underpants. That's silly! There's no need for it. Take your briefs off, too, dear. I want to see your nice little butt. You don't mind do you?"
Darlene asked, moving closer to the boy.
"Oh shit, Mrs. Miller! Don't make me do that! Please!" the boy cried.
"You must!" she breathed seductively, stopping only a few feet away from the trembling young kid.
Unable to resist her every command thirteen-year-old Dean bent over a bit and pushed down his tight white briefs. Darlene almost lost control of herself completely when she beheld the young kid's naked asscheeks. She wanted to reach out and touch the firm flesh of the boy's divided buttocks, wanted to kiss him there, wanted to bury her cheeks against his quivering lean butt-flesh. She wanted to see her boy from the front too but he stubbornly refused to face her.
"Why don't you take your shoes off first, dear?" she said quickly just as Dean reached down to grab his trunks in a desperate effort to cover himself. "In fact, Dean, I have an even better idea! Why don't I help you off with your shoes?"
"Oh Jesus, Mrs. Miller! No! I can't!" he sobbed.
"Nonsense!" Darlene said, walking close to him. "Sit on that log and let me take off your shoes for you. You mustn't wear yourself out you know. We have a lot of work to do today. Your form needs some polishing," she smiled sexily.
With a deep sigh Dean sat down on the log as he was directed, turning around and facing his teacher at the same time. Darlene couldn't hide her excitement when she saw the boy's stiff young prick sticking up between his hairless legs. His groin was sprinkled with the lightest growth of downy hair. His hairless smooth-looking young testicles were tightly gathered between his legs by his constricted scrotal sac. She stared down at the kid's cock and balls hungrily. It was the first time in years that she had seen a boy naked. And it was the first time she had ever seen a boy's hard dick jerking between his legs.
Dean trembled uncontrollably as the beautiful Mrs. Miller fell to her knees before him and began running her warm silken hands up and down his naked shivering young legs. He was afraid to look at her. His thirteen-year-old penis was as hard as steel and dripping pre-seminal fluid by the gallon, just the way it always did when he got hard that way. Whenever that had happened in the past he had always done what his brother showed him and beat his meat until his sperm shot out all over the place. But he surely couldn't do that now, not with Mrs. Miller kneeling there between his legs.
Darlene thought the boy looked incredibly sweet and innocent sitting there obviously terrified, his teenage penis arching up from his groin, his sunlit flesh quivering with nervous excitement. She could actually see his muscles jerking beneath his tight skin whenever she touched him. Not wanting to make the experience too terrifying for the boy, Darlene took her hands away from his naked legs and untied his shoes for him. The boy put his hands over his lap in a vain attempt to hide the young penis that was jerking so wildly between his legs.
"I just remembered something, Dean." Darlene smiled. "I forgot my bathing suit! Isn't that terribly silly of me? Of course the air is so beautiful and that water looks so nice I might just swim in my birthday suit." she said. "What is this place called again?"
"Bare ... bare-ass bend," the kid gasped.
"Bare ass it is then!" Darlene said, pulling her light frock over her head.
"Oh Christ, no!" Dean gasped, hiding his eyes with his hands.
"Don't be silly, darling! You're getting to be a big boy now. You have to learn to enjoy such things as this. Haven't you ever seen a woman naked before? Come now, darling, tell Mrs. Miller the truth," the naked woman said, standing before the boy wearing only her shoes, her hands at her sides, her full luscious breasts out-thrust and incredibly beautiful.
"G ... gosh no! I've never seen a woman naked!
I don't believe this!" the trembling boy sobbed, holding his legs together, trying still to hide his embarrassment.
"Do you like my breasts?" she smiled seductively, lifting her beautiful tits and offering them to the naked boy with the wantonness of a bitch in heat. "Aren't they lovely?" Wouldn't you like to feel them? Wouldn't you like to suck my tits?"
"I can't! I can't do that! Please Mrs. Miller! Please don't!" the poor wildly excited boy cried.
Darlene moved closer to her prey. She beckoned for the boy to stand up. He obeyed shakily, standing slowly and staring uncontrollably at Mrs. Miller's bulging breasts, his early teen-age penis jerking up against her lower stomach. Darlene's tits were incredibly beautiful, and she knew it, felt it deep within her. The sun tingled on her naked skin, bringing her flesh a kind of life and freshness that she had almost forgotten, it had been so long since she had been outdoors in the nude. Her goose-pimpled aureoles tingled and began to stiffen, standing out at the ends of her tit-pillows in hard little peaks that were light brownish in contrast to her delicately hued breasts.
Sexily she smoothed her hands down her sides over the swelling of her hips. She framed the light brown hair of her furry cunt with her thumbs and forefingers, giving the boy an unavoidable view of the part of her that no boy of thirteen had ever seen. The kid's glittering eyes roved over her nakedness as if they had a will of their own, unshackled by his inner fear and the trembling of his young body. Darlene knew that the boy's natural curiosity was bound to get the better of him, was bound to take over from his fear and drive him beyond the bounds of what society said was the proper relationship between a woman of thirty-five and a mere child of thirteen.
"Something tells me you like what you see," Darlene breathed. "Perhaps you'd like some lessons in something nicer than swimming."
"Mrs. Miller! No! Jesus Christ!" the kid begged, hoping she would just go away without forcing him to do the things he really wanted to do with her but could not bring himself to do.
"You're afraid, aren't you, Dean darling?" she whispered lovingly. "I can fix that easily enough. There's really nothing to be afraid of. Come to Darlene. Forget all those silly things your parents told you about sex, dear. Come and enjoy yourself. I'll teach you everything you need to know. Just relax. It'll all come quite naturally. We'll both come quite naturally. Wouldn't you like to suck my breasts and lick my pussy? Wouldn't you like to put your dick up between my legs? Haven't you seen dirty pictures of that? Most boys have these days, Dean. Of course, darling boy. Come to Darlene. That's my little man." she said reassuringly.
Dean knew that he was done for now. There was nothing he could do now but let her suck him into the whirlpool of lust. She was so big and beautiful, so rich and flowing with soft womanly beauty! She even smelled beautiful! He felt himself being drawn toward her, felt himself walking toward her slowly at first then breaking into a run toward her. He was very concious of the rock-hard little pole of sex-flesh that stuck up between his legs obscenely, but he ran toward her, anyway.
"Yes, Dean darling, this will be lovely!" Darlene sighed as the boy buried his face in her cleavage.
CHAPTER THREE
The horny woman wrapped her warm loving arms around the naked boy's trembling body and held him to her bosom. Her breasts were crushed against his smooth body, filling his young muscles with warmth. She felt his stiff jerking little sex-stalk rubbing against her leg. He tried to keep his erect shaft from touching her by moving his ass backwards a bit. Darlene moved closer to him and made his cock touch her. She could tell by the way the boy breathed that he was silently begging her not to let his prick touch her warm flesh. She knew that each touch of his dripping cock-head against her satiny leg was making shocks shoot around in his young balls, threatening to make him shoot his load of fresh, virginal sperm. She knew that the child had no idea of the secret joys of sex and she knew that she had to go easy with him if he was to enjoy her little lessons. She wanted him to come back for more.
She had never felt so lusty, had never felt so satisfied with herself. It was as if her suffering at the hands of her drunken husband could now be forgotten in the deeply moving sensuality of her tender embrace of the young boy. He seemed so gentle, so innocent, so willing now to give himself up to her, so willing to subject himself to her tutelage, no matter how taboo the things that she might teach him.
"That's right, Dean, hug me and forget all the bad things you've heard about sex. It's not all that bad. Will you let me teach you how to enjoy yourself?" Darlene whispered.
She heard the boy manage a weak 'yes' and her heart fluttered.
Darlene felt the boy's moist breath against her mature but still lovely breasts. She grasped the boy's head and pulled him away from her just a bit. She told him to open his eyes, which he had kept tightly closed in the whirl of his emotional reaction to her. When he opened his eyes, Darlene saw the look of amazement that she loved on his tender young face. He was staring right at her naked tits, naked tits peaked by hard little nipples that just begged to be sucked and pinched.
"Would you like to suck my breasts?" she asked matter-of-factly, trying to sound calm and collected even though she was stirring inside like a rising storm.
"Suck your breasts?" the boy almost cried. "Gosh, Mrs. Miller, I don't know!"
"It's quite all right, Dean. I know that's what all you little boys want deep down inside. Of course it's a bit nasty, considering our age difference, but there isn't anyone here to see us, is there?" she smiled.
"But I'm scared! I can't do that! I've never done anything like that before!" the boy cried, his eyes glittering with fear and excitement.
"Of course you haven't, Dean. I realize that. But you have to start sometime. I'll bet you've done some exploring with girls your own age. Have you, Dean? Tell Darlene the truth now. We have nothing to hide any more. Haven't you played around with little girls?" the hot-assed woman asked, looking right into the nervous boy's eyes.
"I guess," he said almost inaudibly, trying desperately to look away from her but always roving back to her blazing lust eyes or the hard points of her nipples.
"And exactly what did you do, and with whom?" she asked, thrilled at her opportunity to peek into the private little world of a thirteen-year-old boy.
"Do I have to?" the boy squirmed.
"Yes, Dean darling. It's necessary if I'm to give you your lessons properly. Don't be afraid. I have three boys too you know." she smiled.
"We didn't do anything much. Really!" he gasped.
"Did you feel under some girl's dress? Something like that?" she asked.
"Gosh, Mrs. Miller! How did you know that?" the boy said, a look of pure amazement on his freckled face.
"We women know many things, darling," she said mysteriously. "Did she like having your hands under her dress?"
"Not too much. She didn't stop me, though," he said.
"Did you like what you felt under her dress?" she asked, barely able to keep herself from falling to her knees and devouring the little boy's stick.
"I guess," he said dumbly.
"Was she warm and soft?" Darlene asked.
"Gosh, yeah!" Dean replied.
"Did you feel her little cunny?" the horny woman continued, her cunt dripping sex-honey down her lovely legs.
"Uh-huh," the boy admitted.
"Did you take her panties off?" Darlene asked, her eyes flaming with passion for the boy.
"Sally didn't have any panties on," the boy said.
"Not Sally Burkhardt?!" she said.
"How'd you know?" the boy said, amazed at her seeming omniscience.
Darlene felt a tingle in her cunt when she thought that she was getting such a private little story about Judge Burkhardt's pretty little thirteen-year-old girl.
"No panties!" she said, gasping in mock amazement. "The little bitch! Did you stick your fingers in her cunny, Dean?"
"Golly no! I just touched her there between her legs and she ran away for some reason!" Dean said, his dick still dripping pre-cum that ran in little clear rivulets down his cock-shaft.
"And is that all you've done?" Darlene continued, pressing the boy to reveal all his little sex secrets.
"Well, not exactly. I touched Millie Patterson and Louise Wilcox and Sue Paley like that, too," the boy said, feeling terribly embarrassed but unable for some reason to keep anything from the luscious older woman.
"Didn't you know that it was nasty to do things like that to girls?" Darlene asked.
"I guess I did. You won't tell on me will you?!" the boy gasped, obviously scared nearly to death.
"Don't be silly! You can trust me, Dean darling! I won't tell on you if you don't tell anyone about our little lessons." she whispered lovingly. "Did you ever show your pee-pee to any of those lucky little girls?"
"Gosh, Mrs. Miller! I ... yeah, I guess," the boy admitted, his face flushed.
"And did it get stiff?" she asked.
The frightened and horny little boy nodded affirmatively.
"Did any of those girls touch it?" she asked, her cunt burning.
"Louise did," Dean said.
"And what happened when she touched your nice dick?" Darlene continued.
"Aw, c'mon, Mrs. Miller! Don't make me tell you that!" he begged.
"No secrets. Remember?" she smiled. "What happened to your dick?"
"It.,. it ... kinda blew up and shot something all over her face. And then she ran away like the other girls," the boy confessed.
"It shot something all over her face! Surely you know what that "something" was, don't you, Dean. Tell the truth now, darling!" she said.
"Well, I guess I know what it was," the boy said shyly.
"That 'something' was sperm, wasn't it. That 'something' was a fresh load of nice creamy cum!" Dean nodded nervously.
"Did Louise rub your dick for you before the cum shot out of it, dear?" the horny woman pried.
The boy nodded hesitantly.
"She just touched it and it shot all over her?! My you must have a tense dick between those nice long legs of yours, Dean dear! You're very well developed for a boy of thirteen! Did you know that? I'll bet I could make you feel even better than Louise did. I've had much more experience with such things, dear. Would you like me to touch your dick? Would you like me to make that hot cum squirt out for you?" she smiled.
The boy was almost paralyzed now. He was so close to her! He was so close to Mrs. Miller's lush naked body! Her tits were so warm and fragrant! And she was talking so dirty to him! He thought his cock would erupt all over her at any minute. What would she do then? Would she run away like all the other girls? He doubted that. And did she really mean all those nasty things she was saying? Would she really touch his dick and make it squirt all over her on purpose? His heart raced wildly with the fear and excitement of it all.
"Why didn't you touch my breasts, darling?
Better yet, why don't you suck my nipples? You'd like that, wouldn't you?"
The poor defenseless kid managed a nod.
"That's right, little lover! Put your lips up against my nipples! That feels so good! Yes! Suck them, little man! Suck my stiff nipples! Harder! Do you like that? Of course, darling! I want you! I want you to suck my tits forever, Dean dear! The other one! Yes, that's right! See how stiff it is! Feel it harden in your mouth! Suck like a baby! Nibble on my tits with your teeth! Not so hard! That hurts! Gently! You're too nervous, dear!" she gasped her tits tingling inside the boy's wet mouth.
Dean closed his eyes and abandoned himself to the wild pleasure she was inspiring in him. She was so much like his mother that images of her flashed in his mind as he sucked the naked woman's beautiful tits. He was ashamed and embarrassed and yet terribly excited by Darlene's naked lust. It was an experience like nothing he had ever felt before. It was as if he were unable to do anything for himself, as if his every thought and feeling depended on Mrs. Miller's word. And his young cock ached terribly between his legs. He felt the way he did just a split second before he shot his wad when he beat off on the toilet seat or in his room at night. Only this time that sensation remained and grew stronger in him the more he sucked her tits and the more she encouraged him in his youthful lust.
Darlene too was filled with a sense of the boy's dependence on her for his pleasure. It was nothing like her experiences with men her own age, men who often made her feel inferior in the sex act, men who used their brute force to work off their frustrations in any way they wished, men who cared little for the feelings of the tender feminine lover they used. This boy filled her with womanly passion that she didn't know existed, filled her with a strangely beautiful mingling of almost motherly affection and hot sexual lust. Her twat fairly steamed with excitement. The boy was so young, so innocent, so afraid. He needed her even more than she needed him.
"Do you mind if I touch your pretty little dickie?" Darlene whispered.
She felt the boy shiver all over when she asked him that. She reached down in front of her body where the boy's stiff pintle was rubbing in her downy pubic hair and touched her fingers to the slippery cock-shaft. Dean jerked away from her involuntarily when her fingers touched his supersensitive penis. She smiled at him lovingly and reached out again to grasp his hard little organ.
"Mrs. Miller!" the poor boy pleaded "Don't touch it! Please!"
"Doesn't it feel good, darling?" Darlene asked, pouting her pretty lips.
"God, yeah! But it's gonna shoot that sperm stuff if you touch it again!" Dean gasped as her fingers rubbed against the shiny swollen head of his young penis.
"That does sound like fun!" the hot Darlene said, squeezing the kid's aching cock in her warm fist, suddenly rubbing it up and down, making Dean stand on his tiptoes, his every fiber tense, his balls swollen tight as a drum.
"Oh shit, Mrs. Miller! It's gonna come out all over you!" the boy sobbed, afraid to do anything that might upset her.
"I want it, Dean darling! Shoot it all over my stomach! Shoot your beautiful thick white cum all over my skin! There's plenty more in your nuts, darling! You're so young and hot! I'll teach you everything you need to know about fucking, Dean lover! You'll make me so happy, Dean! Yes! Let your sperm shoot over me! Show me how much you love me, darling!" Darlene cried as she made the thirteen-year-old's prick squirt creamy cum all over her pubic down.
She felt the boy's sperm covering her hands as she rubbed his still-hard shaft between her hands, rolling her palms over the hot thing, making his body jerk uncontrollably. Seized with the most wicked ideas for her young boy she moved her sperm-covered fingers from his cock to her wet lips. She kissed some of the nutty-tasting sperm from her fingers and licked her lips, a wicked smile on her lovely face.
"Delicious, Dean. You needn't be ashamed of shooting such delicious stuff for me! In fact I'd like to taste your little cock now. Do you mind?" she asked in a lusty voice, falling to her knees in a flash and staring at the boy's naked groin.
Dean was unable to say to word in reply to the hot-talking older woman. Before he had a chance to comprehend what she was about to do to him he felt her lips close over the shimmering head of his young still-stiff dick. He felt shocks of sexual electricity shooting through his cock and young nuts. His confusion and excitement was compounded by the fact that all the wildly stimulating things the beautiful woman was doing to him were taking place under a clear blue sky, in the open, as if she were purposefully exposing them both in their lusty nakedness. Dean couldn't help glancing about, hoping that no one was watching them. He didn't know what he would do if someone caught them in the act. It was so nasty, so cock-stirringly dirty that no one could possibly understand, especially his parents if they ever found out about it all.
Darlene was moaning softly now as she sucked the boy's dribbling penis into full erection again. She felt the hairless shaft of the little thing slipping and sliding around inside her mouth as she tongued and sucked it wildly. Actually Dean's cock wasn't as small as she would have expected on a boy of thirteen. In fact she was amazed at the size of it, amazed and pleased with the boy's dimensions. His dick was big enough to satisfy her cravings and yet not big enough to hurt her as her drunken husband's enormous ten inch poker had.
When the boy was fully hard and his cock was finally drained of his first wad of cum Darlene smiled up at him and took her face from his stiff little organ. The breeze played in Darlene's soft hair and tingled her naked body as she smiled up at her sex-pupil. The handsome young boy was still trembling with fear and excitement, still afraid to look at her and yet unable to tear his eyes away from her.
"Are you ready now to see what a woman looks like under all her clothes, Dean baby?" Darlene smiled seductively.
She watched the boy swallow nervously.
"Lie on your back, little lover," she said.
Dean did as he was told, falling on his back in the short soft grass. He felt the grass tickling his naked buttocks and the smooth scrotal sac that held his increasingly excited nuts. His young penis arched up flat against his smooth belly, pre-seminal fluid beginning to ooze from the eye-slit of the rock-hard little thing.
Darlene stood up and straddled the boy's body, looking down on him with lust burning in her eyes. She moved until her cunt was directly above the boy's young face. She knew that he was staring between her legs, staring at her damp furry cunt-nest. Her pussy was tingling and burning with excitement. She was actually standing over a boy of thirteen tender years, standing over him so that he could see the hot wet gash between her long and lovely legs. Just the thought of such depravity was enough to excite her, but she was actually doing it! It was almost enough to make her twat flash.
"Do you like that, little man? Do you like looking between my legs? Doesn't that look pretty, darling? Is it what you thought a woman's pee-pee looked like? Is it as good as you've imagined it?" she asked in a low seductive voice.
The boy said nothing. He was still unable to speak. There were no words with which to express his shock and amazement at the things his swimming teacher was doing to him, or for him.
"Perhaps you'd like to see it even better," she said, crouching down over the trembling boy's young face, lowering her musky twat to within a few inches of his eyes. "Take a nice long look, darling. Reach behind me and feel my asscheeks. That's beautiful, Dean dear. Isn't my cunny pretty? I'll bet your mother wouldn't do anything like this for you!"
Darlene shivered when she felt the boy's trembling hands touch her naked, satiny smooth ass. He dared not even move his hands, dared make no move that might break the spell that had been mysteriously cast over him. He felt the woman's quivering warm flesh alive and vibrant beneath his trembling fingers.
"Run your hands down my ass, darling, down the crack of my ass! That's it! Run your fingers down the crack of my ass all the way to my twat! Feel the hair there darling? Oh, that tickles! Feel my cunt, honey! That feels so delicious! Even your fingers feel nervous, darling!" she cried as she felt the kid's eager yet hesitant fingers playing nervously in the patch of soft love hair that was lightly tufted between her legs.
Dripping with hot honey and quivering with excitement, Darlene's cunt presented quite a cock-stiffening sight for a horny little boy, and she knew it. She longed to feel his little lips against her surging twat, longed to discover whether or not the boy would eat out her cunt more gently than her husband had in the past. Her husband had sometimes attacked her during one of his drunken fits and torn her panties away, baring her naked twat and banging his lust-twisted face up against her hot wet sex. She had resisted then, had hated every minute of his rough oral attack. But the boy was so much more attentive, so much more dedicated to her, so much more reticent and willing to do as he was told. She knew that she had nothing to fear from little Dean.
She asked the wild-eyed boy if he wanted to kiss her between the legs. He gasped and stared at her spread cunt as if in shock. She lowered her cunt even closer to the boy's handsome young face, lowered herself until her raggedy twatlips were within half an inch of his face. The boy could feel the warmth of her blazing honey-cunt radiating from her sex. The scent of her fragrant pussy filled him with the most intoxicating fragrance imaginable. She knew how powerfully she was affecting the boy and the knowledge of her powerful charms drove her wild inside, drove her wild with depraved lust.
"Kiss my cunt, darling! Don't be afraid, Dean! I'd love to feel a boy's lips against the lips of my cunt! See how wet they are? See how hot and wet and excited my pussy is? Wouldn't you love to lick it and suck it? Do it, Dean! Please! Kiss my cunt!" she moaned, lost now in the heat of her lust.
"But Mrs. Miller, I can't! It's not right! I'm just a little kid!" Dean begged, wanting to do as she asked but struggling with his inner fear of such abandoned sexuality, an abandoned sexuality that was like nothing in her youthful experience.
"Don't be silly, Dean darling! I want it! Suck! Suck my cunt!" Darlene hissed, lowering her cunt until she was actually sitting on the boy's face, her steaming cunt engulfing him.
The hot-assed woman gasped when she felt the boy's lips pressing against the creamy flesh of her dripping twat. She felt his smooth boyishly handsome face rubbing against her cunt as he tried to struggle free of her grasp. She clamped her long legs together almost involuntarily, holding his face against her excited snatch. She wondered why the boy was trying so frantically to pull his face away while she gyrated her hips and ground her musky free-flowing cunt against him. When she gathered from his gasps and groans that the poor boy was having trouble breathing, so close was her wet seething cunt, she raised up slightly from her crouching position over his face and let him get some air.
"Lick it, Dean! I love having my pussy licked!" she commanded.
Darlene felt the little boy's tongue darting wildly all over the hot area between her legs. His hands were now grasping her fleshy asscheeks, grasping her ass as if holding on for dear life. She thought her pupil needed some careful direction. She told him to lick up and down her gaping gash. She felt him obeying her and the fact that she was controlling his every movement between her legs made her almost as excited as the licking itself. She felt hot shivers racing up and down her spine as the boy lapped at her coralline cunt.
Darlene reached down between the boy's naked legs and began feeling his groin, thrilling to the feel of the bare sprinkling of pubic hair that grew there. She let her eager fingers explore the boy's flat young belly, tickling his navel with her little finger, making him writhe. He writhed even more violently when she let her fingers sneak between his legs and play with his hairless young boy's nuts. Wickedly, she toyed with his testicles, squeezing them from time to time, knowing that he felt some discomfort but knowing too that he was enjoying every bit of it in a young boy's nervous and reticent sort of way. She wanted to grab the kid's slippery little dick and fondle the hard thing but she knew that one touch would make his cum shoot again, and she wanted it for later, wanted it in her throat.
"Do you see that little fold of skin there between my cunt-lips, little lover? Do you see that hot stiff looking little thing?" she asked.
Darlene felt the boy's licking cease for a second while he hunted for the bud of her blazing clit.
"This?" she heard the boy ask.
Darlene thought she would die of excitement when she felt the boy's finger touching the little bud of flesh that drove her wild.
"Yes, Dean, that! Lick it! Oh lick it, my lover! Lick it with your little boy's tongue! Oh, Dean, you don't know how beautiful that feels! Oh yes! Yes! Tickle it! Gently with the tip of your tongue! Gently!" the horny woman cried, still tugging on the kid's heavy little nuts.
"Mrs. Miller! That hurts!" she heard the little boy gasp.
"I'm sorry, Dean! I'm so excited! Did I hurt your little balls? I wouldn't hurt you for anything in the world!" she said, raising her cunt off the boy's face for a minute and smiling down on him with a lusty look. "I'm going to do something for you that will make you feel better, much better! I'm going to suck your dick! Have you heard of that? Have your little buddies talked about that? Have you ever imagined having your dick sucked by a woman, Dean? Tell the truth now, darling!" she said.
"I've imagined it I guess," the boy struggled, still embarrassed about such things as cocksucking and cuntlapping. "But I never thought anybody'd ever do it to me!"
"I'll do it for you!" she said. "I'll make your little dickie feel like it's never felt before! You just keep licking my clitoris while I eat your nice stiff little dick!"
"Eat it?" Dean coughed.
"Not literally, darling! Silly boy! I won't even bite it, unless you want me to. And even if I do bite it I won't do it very hard! Just enjoy yourself. And whatever you do, keep sucking my cunt! I want to cum with you this time! Imagine that, Dean dear. Just when you squirt your cum all over me I'm going to flash inside like a hot explosion! And you're the one who is doing all this to me! You're making me feel hotter than my husband ever did! Doesn't that make you proud, Dean darling? Doesn't that make you feel like a man?" she said, her cunt descending again to the waiting lips of her pupil in fucking.
The poor defenseless boy had no time to reply, not that he had anything to say that could express his confusion of excitement, fear, and pride in the way she said he was making her feel. When her tasty snatch descended upon him again he gobbled her creamy flesh as if cuntlapping was going out of style. He bit her little red-hot clit until she writhed in pleasure-pain. He made loud wet slurping sounds as he sucked all over her juicy gash. He was filled with the burning desire to do anything to satisfy the horny older woman who was making his "swimming lesson" such an unforgettable experience. She was so beautiful! She was so willing to do anything for him, anything at all, no matter how far out! And she was old enough to be his mother! His mind flashed with shame alternating with fleeting visions of his own mother, fleeting visions of his mother doing the things that Mrs. Miller was doing. His mind went blank quickly when he felt her wet hot lips closing around his swollen cock-head.
Darlene sniffed the fresh fragrance of the boy's cock and balls before she engulfed his rigid stick. She couldn't help thinking of her three handsome young boys and how their naked dicks would look, smell, feel and taste in her mouth. She had forced herself to stay away from them for so long, knowing what might happen if she let her secret desires out into the open, knowing how her own boys affected her libido. But now she knew that nothing, nothing in the world, could keep her from seeking with Bobby, Micky and Rod the same joys she was finding with thirteen-year-old Dean. She knew somehow that her sensations and deep inner excitement would be far greater with her own three sons than with Dean. She sucked greedily on the boy's tightly swollen little dick, thinking about her own boys as much as she thought about Dean.
She swallowed the boy's jerking hard-on deep into her throat, her wet sucking lips pressing against the light hair near the root of his boyhood. She felt the smooth satiny head of his aching young dick rubbing against the roof of her mouth, stroking the smooth flesh of the inside of her cheeks. She began moving up and down over his penis, face-fucking the boy with a passion she had never felt with anyone her own age. She wanted to make the writhing kid shoot his fresh sperm deep down her throat, wanted him to strangle her with his wad of cum. His tongue and lips worked over her creamy cunt-flesh wildly now, his head bobbing up and down in a rhythm that seemed to come to him naturally. She felt his face banging up against her spread cunt-lips, felt his nose brushing against her flesh, felt his breath hot and heavy against her most sensitive place.
"I'm cumming!" the horny thirty-five-year-old woman said to the thirteen-year-old boy. "I'm cumming. Oh, beautiful! Beautiful!" she gurgled, her mouth full of hot cock.
"MMMMMMMM!" the boy cried, his face buried between her quaking legs.
Darlene felt her clit tingling widely now. Then she felt a hot surge of sexual electricity shoot through her body all of a sudden, followed almost immediately by the most body shaking climax she had ever experienced. It felt as if a great dam had burst inside her, as if a raging torrent had rushed through her. Her legs and arms went weak for a moment. And then she felt the boy's naked smooth young body arch up off the grass, felt his cock thrust into her mouth with a boldness that amazed her until she realized that the kid was shooting her full of thick white boy-cum.
Darlene heard the kid moaning and groaning between her long legs as his own orgasm ripped through him with the force of a sexual tornado. His legs began flailing wildly beneath the lovely Darlene's naked body as she sucked him off. She felt torrents of sperm shooting down her sucking throat, shooting fresh and hot from his tense young balls. She squeezed the kid's tender nuts while he erupted into her, making pleasure-pain shoot through his testicles. She struggled to swallow all his sperm, amazed and pleased that so young a boy could shoot so much into her eager face. The nutty tasting cum filled her with a desire for more of the same, from Dean and from her own boys.
"Oh, you darling boy!" she cried, letting his sperm-covered penis plop from her mouth and jerk up against his groin. "I could eat you all up!"
She began licking the boy's hairless legs, moving her pussy down over his body until her cunt rubbed against his chest. She spread her legs wide and began gyrating her hips slightly, grinding her creamy snatch against the young sex-pupil's stiff little nipples. Her tits grazed his cock as she moved ever downward over his body. She licked his bare feet, sucking his toes one at a time. She traveled back up his other leg, slowly, tantalizingly, until her loving tongue was tickling the flesh of his tense inner thigh. He had relaxed just a bit for a minute or two after his violent ball-bursting orgasm. But now he was growing excited again under her powerful influence.
"Mrs. Miller! You're making me hard again! Jesus Christ! What're you doin?!" he gasped as she plunged down once again over his dick.
She sucked him into full erection, her cunt blazing, hot again and ready for his dick.
"Now I'm going to show you what fucking is all about, Dean! Remember this! All the girls will want you to do this for them someday! You'll have to do it well, darling! You're going to enjoy this!" she said, pulling her face off his penis and sliding her ass down over him until her cunt was positioned over his aching cock.
Darlene raised her ass off the boy's groin and told him to take his rigid pintle in his hand. He obeyed. She told him to stick the head of it up against the wide-open gash of her sex. He obeyed again, although she detected some reluctance on the boy's part this time.
"What's the matter, Dean? Doesn't my cunt feel nice against your dick?" she asked.
"Golly yeah! But ... I'm not supposed to do things like this! What if ... what if ... what if you have a .,.. a baby?!" the frightened boy said.
"Silly!" Darlene laughed. "I've taken care of that, darling! You mustn't worry about that! Just shoot your wad right up my cunt! I'll love your hard little dickie rubbing against my cunt-lips! Fuck me! Stick it in there and fuck me like a brave little man!" the hot-assed woman encouraged the boy.
With that Darlene sat down on the boy's aching erection, engulfing it in the wet folds of her musky cunt. She heard him cry out loud when her muscular twat channel began working on the rigid shaft of the kid's little dripping prong. She reached down and played with his churning little boy's balls while she bounced up and down over his cock, holding the smallish, cum-filled organs in her hands and squeezing them occasionally until she felt the kid arch his back in pleasure-pain. He began grunting and sweating and nearly crying with the passions she inspired in him. She knew that the little boy was having the time of his young life now in spite of himself. Darlene felt warm inside, quite apart from her inner sexual warmth, knowing how she was treating the boy to such a wild sex-feast. She had to treat her own three sons to some of the same.
The boy's stiff dick was driving her increasingly wild, as were the thoughts of her three young teenage sons. She bounced up and down on the kid with the ever-increasing insistence, forcing him to fuck her with the wild nervous movements that she craved. She looked over her shoulder and saw that the boy's eyes were tightly closed in his excitement, his face twisted into a look of pleasure that filled Darlene with hot lust.
"Harder! Fuck me, darling boy! Stick it in farther, Dean! Yes! Oh, God! You're making me cum again! You're making me flash! Oh Christ! Yessssss! Yessssss! Make me cum again! Shoot me full of your cum! Fill my cunt with it!" the horny woman cried, overcome with emotion as the boy bucked his lean young butt, forcing his proud dick into her belly.
"Gosh Mrs. Miller, I'm gonna do it again! I'm cummin', too! Oh, shit! Jesus Christ! Here it comes!" the boy grunted as his balls blew up, shooting spurt after spurt of sperm deeper into the older woman's pussy-hole.
The boy thought he had hurt her the way she screamed when he shot the stuff into her. She fell on him in a crumpled heap, her incredibly soft and lovely boobs brushing against his legs, then crushing against him as she pulled off his penis and fell on him, kissing him hard and excitedly. He didn't know quite what to do. She stuck her tongue deep into his throat and tickled the inside of his mouth. He responded in kind, not knowing what else to do under the circumstances. His cock was finally going soft and falling between his hairless legs, drained of energy and cum.
The summer sun streamed down on the naked bodies of the thirteen-year-old and the older woman, warming them as a gentle breeze caressed their naked skin. Darlene lay on her back next to the boy and basked in the sun, filled with the deep peace that her sexual release had brought her. She reached out to caress the boy's sperm-covered penis and nuts and was amazed to find him hardening again, even though he had already unloaded his balls into her three times within a few minutes that afternoon.
"Would you like to take that swim now, Dean darling?" she smiled.
"Sure, Mrs. Miller! Can I fuck you again later?" the boy said excitedly.
"Perhaps," Darlene smiled, standing and walking into the clear shimmering water, looking back at the boy and beckoning him to join her. "If you learn your swimming lesson well."
Dean followed her dutifully, his hard little dick bobbing up and down between his long legs as he walked, the tightly swollen head of it glistening in the hot summer sun.
CHAPTER FOUR
Several days had passed since Darlene's seduction of young Dean. The days had passed blissfully. She had never felt so relieved and happy before in her adult life. It was as if she had discovered within her a new resource that she could draw upon to make her life far richer and far more enjoyable. Of course she knew how nasty it was to seduce a boy as young as Dean, and the knowledge of the nastiness of the taboo things she had done with the boy made her all the more determined to try it again, but not with Dean.
She had let the boy fuck her again after her swimming lesson, had let him fuck her from behind while she kneeled in the sand by the river. He had done everything she had told him to do and had done it quite well for a boy his age, she had decided. But he had begun to enjoy himself a little too much. Dean had begun, even in that one afternoon, to take the lead in their fucking, as if he had suddenly learned all he needed to know and was ready to go after the object of his desires all by himself. On the way home in the car the boy had begged for a quick hand job. She had complied. But when he had pestered her again even before they had gotten back to town she had refused any further "instruction." She decided that she couldn't afford to have a little boy with big ideas following her around and pestering her for a fuck in the style to which she had accustomed him.
Darlene had panicked momentarily on the way home from the swimming hole, having come to the sudden frightening realization that the boy might tell some of his little buddies about the wild things she had done for him and the afternoon of honest-to-God fucking that she had treated him to. How could such a young boy be expected to keep such a secret, especially since she herself had encouraged him to feel proud of his sexual abilities? The things she and the boy had done were not only beyond the boundaries of acceptable sexual activity in the eyes of her community, but were also quite illegal. And besides, what would the members of the PTA think if they knew that she was taking liberties with their children? She almost laughed finally, the situation was so ridiculous. She hadn't actually done anything to hurt the boy. In fact she had done him some good, having shown him how to enjoy his genitalia in spite of his parents' silly teachings against such activity.
She had finally forced herself to discuss the situation with Dean, being careful not to let her fear show through the facade of calm she had to maintain for her own sake. She had told him in no uncertain terms that he was never to mention her special "swimming lesson" to anyone and that if he did so and she found out about it she would promptly tell his parents that he had made sexual advances toward her. That seemed to cool the boy down just a bit. She had also told him that she was putting a stop to their sexual activities and that any future fucking would have to be between himself and a girl of his own winning. She had done her part in his sexual education, she had told him, and she was finished with him. The boy had been terribly confused by her sudden and rather harsh dismissal of him and she had sweetened her parting comments eventually, assuring him that there would always be a special place in her heart for him and that she was quite certain that he could find himself plenty of girls his own age.
Darlene had been unable to resist squeezing the boy's cock and balls one last time before she let him out of the car. His dick had hardened against her pretty hand in an instant. She had shooed him out and left him standing in front of his house with a respectable hard-on sticking down his young leg. She had felt sorry for him in his embarrassing predicament. She had also felt a wicked little shiver of excitement, trying to imagine how he would explain that hard dick to his mother, sisters, or whoever saw him with it.
Her moment of near panic had made her realize once and for all that she was safer confining her sexual activities to her own home, safer in the arms of her own three handsome young boys than in the arms of any boy she might be able to seduce. It had been her urge for incest that had driven her to seduce young Dean in the first place, and she knew it. Her activities with the boy had opened the door to a treasure house of incestuous pleasures. Her success in reducing the young innocent to the role of sex-toy, at least temporarily, had given her desires the reinforcement needed to push her over the brink of incestuous lust. She was afraid of nothing now, although she knew that the actual approach would be difficult for her, and even more difficult for her three boys.
She had wanted the boys for so long, ever since a few months after her divorce from her husband, ever since her sexual frustration and fear of big burly men like Sam had begun to make her life miserable for her. She had played the games she had been expected to play as a respected citizen of Taggert, and had played them very well, even though her messy divorce had upset some of Taggert's more proper citizens, But now it was time to let her hair down and do the things she had always wanted to do, at least in the privacy of her own home. Of course there were still inner moral conflicts, conflicts that remained from her childhood teachings and the things she had forced herself to feel and believe about the propriety of various sexual activities. But she knew now that these conflicts would melt away in the blazing heat of her ever-growing lust for her innocent and desirable young sons.
All manner of confusing thoughts swam through her mind as she sat at her vanity table, combing her long lovely hair and admiring herself in the mirror. The more she looked at herself the more she realized that she could have any man she wanted, her beauty was so perfect. Whatever had made her pick Sam in the first place? But he had given her three sons full of health and vigor and had endowed them all with big healthy cocks, and that at least was something to thank the bastard for.
Darlene shook her hair behind her and shook all thoughts of her husband from her mind. That was all over now, and a new chapter of her life was about to begin.
She had refrained from even diddling her succulent cunWips since her wild afternoon with Dean at bare-ass bend. By now she was hot and horny beyond belief. Every time she even thought of her experience with the boy her clit started to tingle and bum between her lithe lovely legs. She sat there now wearing only her panties and bra, her legs clamped together, as if trying to control her passion by pressing her cunt. She couldn't help reaching down between her legs and playing with her little treasure.
Darlene closed her eyes and imagined her three innocent boys lined up against the wall of her bedroom, three stiff young penises jutting up from their naked groins, three hard little dicks just waiting to be sucked into her hot wet mouth. She could see the three boys so clearly as she sat there rubbing her cunt with the warm palm of her hand, could see the looks of amazement on their faces as she inspected their young organs. She imagined the boys shuffling their feet nervously as she looked them over with lust burning in her eyes. She imagined herself telling the boys to grab their dicks and slide their foreskins back and forth over the knobs of their glistening boners. She saw their nervous fingers moving their cocks as she watched them beating off before her. She saw them glancing furtively at each other, afraid to look into her eyes. She saw herself falling to her knees before them, kneeling at young Bobby's feet and staring between his hairless legs, staring at the little prong that stood so proudly between his legs. She imagined herself moving closer to his penis, moving closer to the cock of her twelve-year-old boy, moving closer to the whirlpool of incestuous depravity. She could detect the scent of his fresh young dick and balls as she neared the moment of decision. And just as she was about to engulf the head of her little boy's penis she realized that there was someone in the hall outside her room.
She turned toward the door and noticed that it was left slightly ajar. She pulled her hand away from her cunt where her panties were damp with her free-flowing womanly juices. She listened carefully for a moment and thought she might have heard the sound of footfalls on the carpet outside her door. She waited a moment or two more and heard what sounded like the bathroom door at the end of the hall go shut. She stood up and tiptoed silently over to the door where she listened again. She heard the shower running in the bathroom. But why would one of the boys be taking a shower at this hour of the night? She had stayed up to watch a late movie, having been unable to sleep due to the intense excitement blazing between her legs. It was after two in the morning! Surely none of the boys would be taking a shower at that time of night! She had to investigate. Something told her not to move, something told her that this would be the fateful step toward the forbidden joys she so desperately craved.
Not bothering to put anything on over her bra and panties, Darlene crept out into the hallway, her heart beating hard and fast, her mind struggling with the boggling consequences of what she was about to do. She tiptoes past Bobby's room and past Micky's room and noticed that Rod's door had been left slightly ajar. She peeked in and found his bed empty. So it was fourteen-year-old Rod who had taken a sudden liking to showers at two o'clock in the morning! Her cunt positively seething with excitement, she made her way stealthily down the hall, filled with the nastiness of the situation, still not really knowing what was about to happen but knowing that something powerfully affecting was about to take place between herself and her son.
She stopped outside the bathroom door and listened to the water running in the shower, trying to imagine how her fourteen-year-old son looked standing naked under the cascade of water. But imagining was not enough for her now. She had to see for herself. She was driven by the inescapable power of her own lust, driven wild with it. She raised her trembling hand and placed it on the doorknob, still fighting the urge to run and forget the whole affair. Almost as if someone else within her were moving the doorknob she heard the door creak open slowly, wondering if her son had heard her. She almost screamed when she peeked in and saw him standing there behind the translucent glass doors of the shower stall. He hadn't seen her yet. Her cunt was melting between her legs. She could see her tall fourteen-year-old standing there, thick piles of white suds streaming off his body as he rinsed himself. But what else was he doing? Her heart almost stopped with the excitement of it all.
Rod was doing more in the shower than merely washing his athletic young body. His hand was down between his legs, moving up and down in a steady rhythm. He was jacking off! Darlene nearly died of tension and lust when she realized that her oldest son was beating off in the shower while she watched through the crack in the door. She strained her glittering eyes and saw that the boy's big youthful dick was sticking straight up against his belly, his hand racing over it. Rod's penis was even bigger and more beautiful than she had imagined it in her dreams. The boy had grown considerably since the last time she had allowed herself to look at him. She could tell even through the blur of the translucent glass doors that Rod's erection would make a fine toy in her mind-boggling game of incestuous lust.
Darlene felt her own hand falling to the crotch of her moistening panties, felt her fingers stroking the satiny material of her garment, stimulating the hot bud of her turgid little clit. Her free hand went to her breasts, kneading them gently in the heat of her excitement. She could feel her lovely little nipples stiffening beneath her bra, responding to her self-manipulation. Even the scent of the soap her son was using filled her with desire for him. Almost as if she were in a dream she felt herself moving toward the shower, her fingers still rubbing the barely concealed lips of her excited sex. She was beyond control now, beyond considerations of right and wrong, beyond hesitation for any reason. She had to have Rod and she had to have him now.
Darlene suddenly reached for the sliding doors of the shower and threw them open, staring wild-eyed at her naked water-soaked young son. The shout of shock that went from his lips frightened her, paralyzed her. She was suddenly filled with the unbearable sense of wickedness that had lurked in her subconscious for the past few days, filled with the unutterable depravity of the act she was about to commit with her son. She almost turned and ran from the room. Ony the paralyzing fear of the moment kept her there, kept her there long enough to regain some semblance of control over herself.
"Oh, my gosh, MOM! Oh SHIT! What're you doin?!" Rod cried, cried in a voice that was at once touching and stimulating to his mother.
She stared as the terrified fourteen-year-old tried desperately to hide his suds-covered erection with both hands. He positively shook with fear and embarrassment. She had never seen her son so afraid. She had to do something, had to break the unbearable tension.
"Don't be afraid, Rod!" she gasped, her words tumbling from her mouth. "This is nothing! Really, Rod! I'm your mother after all! You have nothing to fear from me! I won't think badly of you just because I caught you ... doing that," she said, wondering if her words were registering on the boy.
"But, Mom! Golly, Mom! I'm sorry! Jesus Christ!" the boy bawled, turning his back to her, hiding his genitals from his horny mother, leaning over in a cowering crouch.
Darlene gazed lovingly at her fourteen-year-old, gazed at his slippery smooth young back lightly tanned and begging to be touched, gazed at the paler cheeks of his lean buttocks that quivered slightly, gazed too at the shadow of his big hanging nuts that swung loosely between his legs, heavy in their scrotal sac. He looked so frightened, so innocent, so delicate, so in need of her motherly attention. He was actually crying, his embarrassment was so intense. She began to realize that she had been guilty of some of the same hyprocritical posturing mat she had grown to loathe in the good citizens of Taggert. Her attitude about sex had made the boy far more sensitive about his nocturnal activities than she thought he needed to be.
Darlene suddenly realized that by emphasizing the need for separation between herself and her sons she had imparted to them sexual attitudes that she hadn't intended to impart at all. Her own fear of her tendencies toward incest had forced her to stay away from her sons and she realized now that they needed her more than she had thought. She was ashamed of her insensitivity. It was a good time to do something to redeem herself. The boys needed some close mothering, and in her state of mind the mothering would be close indeed.
"Don't be afraid, darling," she said soothingly, feeling a warmth within her that was even more satisfying than the heat of sexuality. "I didn't mean to barge in on you like this," she said in a soft low voice, moving even closer to the boy, reaching out to touch his back. "You really shouldn't be ashamed of what you were doing, darling. All boys your age do it."
"I know, Mom! But a guy's mother isn't supposed to see that!" the boy sobbed, holding his legs together, as if he knew that his unusually large nuts were showing beneath his asscheeks.
Darlene reached up and turned off the shower. Then she laid both hands on her son's slender young back and caressed the boy with a tenderness that he had never felt before. She smoothed her fingers down his back to his sides, feeling the firm muscles there, thrilling to the satin smoothness of his trembling body. She heard her son gasp audibly when she let her hands move to his buttocks.
"Don't worry, Rod, I understand how you feel. I've been remiss in my duties, darling. I haven't let us get close enough lately, darling. You need to be close to your mother at your age. There are so many things you need to know. And you don't have a father to tell you. We have to be closer, Rod. Will you forgive me for not being a good mother?" she asked sweetly, still rubbing his buttocks, her cunt blazing.
"Forgive you?" the boy asked. "Gosh, Mom, I thought you'd be madder than hell at me ... I mean, madder than heck!" he said, still facing the wall, still scared to death and horribly embarrassed.
Rod was beginning to detect in his mother's caresses something more than mere motherly affection. Nobody had ever touched him that way before. No girls had ever seen him naked like that, and certainly not his mother, not in a long long time anyway. He wished he could just disappear, his embarrassment was so unbearable. And the way she kept touching him on his ass was making things a whole lot worse for him. It didn't matter whether those hands on his ass were his mother's or not. They were driving him up the wall, making his dick jerk harder and harder, making surges of pleasure shoot through his young cum-filled balls, making his muscles quiver with unbearable excitement, making his heart beat fast, making his breathing increasingly irregular. She had said that she knew how he felt? Did she really know? And if she did, why was she still touching him that way? Surely she couldn't be doing that to him on purpose! Or could she? He had no idea what to do. The experience was like nothing that had ever happened to him. He couldn't even speak coherently any more. He had never been so confused in his life, had never been so afraid. And worse yet he didn't know what he was afraid of.
Darlene knew perfectly well how her touch was affecting the boy, knew perfectly well that her motherly caresses were exciting the boy in a powerful and cock-stirring way. She was relentless. She forced herself to duck her hand under the boy's buttocks and finger has hanging testicles, thrilling to the feel of his smooth scrotal sac. She felt the soft heavy weight of the boy's hanging testicles and the incredible warmth of his boy's genitalia.
"What're you DOIN', Mom?!! the boy gasped when her fingers tickled his nuts.
"Does that hurt, Rod?" she asked sweetly.
"Gosh, no, Mom! But...." the boy said in a squeaky nervous voice.
"But you'd rather that I not touch you there?" Darlene said. "Doesn't it feel good? Tell your mother the truth now, Rod. We have no secrets from each other. You're my son you know," she cooed, still tickling his balls, which were now squeezed together in a tight soft wad as he clamped his long legs together, trying to hide himself.
"Gosh yeah, it feels good! But you can't do that to me! Can you? You're my own Mom! You can't!" Rod rasped, his legs shaking beneath him.
"Who's to say what a mother can do, Rod?" Darlene said soothingly, knowing that she was driving her son wild with sexual tension, knowing that she had to ease the boy's natural fears if he was to enjoy her slightly unnatural attentions.
"But the other guys' mothers don't do things like that to them!" the boy gasped, looking over his shoulder at his lovely mother.
"But we don't really know that, do we, darling? We don't really know what other mothers do with their little boys," she said, stroking the boy's inner leg now, leaving his tortured genitals alone for a few moments, giving him a chance to calm down a bit.
"But you don't even see me naked any more! And now you're touch' me like that! I don't get it, Mom! I'm scared! You're makin' me feel funny!" the confused kid said, struggling to make sense out of his jumbled thoughts and feelings.
"It's your special age, darling. All boys feel that way at your age. The slightest touch makes you feel little tingles in your penis. Isn't that right, Rod? Aren't little shocks shooting through your penis right now?" she asked, her mind filled with nasty sexual ideas for the boy.
She heard the boy mumble something positive in reply to her question. She stepped into the shower stall with her son, her mind filled with desire, her musky cunt heating up like a volcano ready to erupt. She hugged her son to her nearly naked body, felt his trembling flesh against hers. She comforted her oldest son for a moment or two and then told him to turn around and face her. He obeyed reluctantly. She held him in her arms, aware at all times of the turgid sex-stalk that jutted straight up against his lean young belly, aware at all times of the inescapable effect she was having on him, an effect that no mother dared have on her son.
She looked into poor defenseless Rod's blue eyes and saw there a glimmer of the same lust that blazed within her, but it was still veiled by his fear. She had to allay his fear, had to let his sexual excitement show through.
"Trust me, darling," she smiled, holding her boy in a warm embrace. "So I caught you masturbating? So what? It isn't the end of the world, little man. All boys do that. You know that as well as I do. But there are some things that I don't think you do know yet. I think we're long overdue for a nice little chat. Why don't we just go to your room and talk for a while? Would you mind that, Rod?" she asked, whispering sweetly in his ear.
"No, Mom, I guess not," the stiff-dicked boy said weakly.
Darlene let go of the boy and started to leave the room. Rod bent over to pick up the bath towel that he had apparently worn around his waist on his way down the hall to the bathroom.
"No need for that," she whispered. "We have nothing to hide from each other. Remember? But do be quiet! We wouldn't want to wake Bobby or Micky. This is just between the two of us."
CHAPTER FIVE
In Rod's bedroom Darlene's son quieted down somewhat, at least his outward manifestations of fear were subdued. He stopped shaking a bit and seemed resigned to his fate, seemed willing to do anything and everything his mother expected of him. His willingness to fall under her spell of seduction excited Darlene powerfully. She smiled down on the still-nervous boy as he sat on the edge of his bed, looking up at her hopefully, his dick throbbing naked between his long athletic young legs. He looked so defenseless and young sitting there that her heart melted. Perhaps she was going at her seduction of her son too fast after all. Perhaps she should have waited before barging in on him in the shower so blatantly, before showing her hand in this dangerous and lusty game of incestuous love and sex. But it had happened. In spite of her natural fears it had happened, and there was no turning back now, not for her and not for the boy she so desperately needed. She could only do her best to make the coming experience a pleasant one for the boy and hope that he could understand that she had no desire to hurt or confuse him.
"Do you feel better now, Rod? Do you feel more comfortable? You're still wet from your shower, darling. Let me dry you off a little," she said in a quiet motherly way, taking a towel from his dresser and rubbing it up and down his damp legs.
The hot-assed mother was on her knees before her fourteen-year-old son, drying him lovingly in a way that she hadn't attended to him in years. His body radiated through the towel. She avoided his cock and balls in deference to his excited and still nervous state.
"Here, darling, why don't you dry your cock and balls?" she said, emphasizing her last two words, thrilling to their sound on her lips.
Darlene watched her son swallow nervously and take the towel from her, rubbing it against his balls, turning sideways on the edge of the bed as he did so, trying to hide his genitals from his beautiful mother. She was excited and a bit tickled by his attempts to hide himself. He even draped the towel over his long hard dick in an attempt to conceal his youthful erection. When he had finished drying himself he left the towel over his lap. Darlene reached out and took the towel off the boy's lap, leaving him defenselessly exposed again.
"No need to hide that thing, Rod darling, not after what I watched you doing in the shower," she purred, throwing the towel behind her.
She watched a blush spread over the boy's handsome face.
"You shouldn't be embarrassed about your cock, Rod. It's a beautiful thing to a woman, even to a mother. Don't you know that?" she smiled.
The boy shook his head negatively, staring between his legs at his mother's soft and lovely hand as it reached out toward his aching dick.
"It's so hard and big!" she smiled, letting her long fingers brush ever-so-gently against the shaft of her son's dick. "Your father had a big cock, too, you know. But he was too rough with it, much too rough. He hurt me with it all the time. I don't suppose you would hurt a girl with yours, would you?" she said.
"Gosh no, Mom! I wouldn't hurt anybody!" the boy said, his voice as dry as paper.
"I know you wouldn't, Rod. But your dick is so long and thick! Has anyone ever touched you there?" she asked, still letting her fingernails scrape against the hairless shaft of the boy's penis.
"Heck no, Mom!" he admitted, shaking his tousled head and letting his eyes fall ashamedly.
"No girl has ever touched you there?" she said, her eyes glittering with hot lust. "Then I'll be the first."
"Mom! Oh damn! What're you doin'?!" the boy gasped when his mother's hand suddenly wrapped around his aching erection.
Young Rod jumped back involuntarily when his mother grabbed his dick. He had never felt anything like that before. Her hand was so warm and soft on his rod. And she was his own mother! He felt dizzy with emotion and shock. He knew what would happen if she kept touching him there.
"Don't, Mom! C'mon! Don't touch me like that! Please, Mom!" he begged.
"Doesn't it feel good?" she asked, her lips in a mock pout.
"But it's gonna shoot! I know it's gonna do what it always does when it feels like that!" the boy pleaded, unable to take his eyes off his mother's hand.
Rod always moved his hand up and down on his hard-on to make it shoot into the air or into a handkerchief. But he was afraid now that his balls would shoot their wad into his mother's hand even if she didn't move it at all. He couldn't let that happen! Did she know what would happen? He supposed she did. But why was she doing that to him? Could it be that she wanted him to do that in her hand? His mind reeled.
"You're terribly tense, Rod!" Darlene said concernedly. "Why don't I just massage this nice big thing for you and make you relax a bit?"
"Aw, Mom, you can't! You can't do that! I'll make a mess all over you! I know what'll happen! It always happens! That sticky stuff'll come out and fly all over the place!" the boy pleaded, his eyes darting wildly between his mother's pretty face and the hard rod of his cock.
"We'll worry about that later, Rod. You need some relaxation. Your penis is much too stiff. We'll make it nice and soft again. Then we can talk about sex. It's time someone taught you a few things. In fact, darling, we might as well skip the talking and let me show you a few things you need to know. You might as well learn from your mother, Rod. You can trust me. Just be gentle with me, not like Sam was," she said, beginning to move her hand up and down over her son's rigid cock.
Darlene enjoyed the way her son's body grew suddenly tense with the supreme pleasure she was bringing him. By the time she had stroked his hard cock up and down a few times the boy was hardly sitting on the bed any more, his weight being supported by the tense young muscles of his legs. Darlene stared down at the bulging head of her son's hard-on. Waves of passion swept over her, waves of lust driven by a sense of the taboo of her act. She was staring at her own son's erect penis, staring at it and hungering for it! Her heart raced wildly in her breast. Her pussy was wet and seething with excitement. She had to taste her young boy's hard-on, had to feel the thing jerking in her mouth, had to see the expression on his young face when she sucked his cockhead for him. He was so innocent, so totally ignorant of the joys of fucking. She had to have him, had to be the first woman to taste his boy's sperm.
"I see you like my hand on your dick, darling. I thing you'll like this even more. Girls just love the taste of boys' cocks. They're so hard and hot and tasty!" Darlene cooed, licking Rod's dripping penis with the very tip of her eager tongue.
She watched Rod's blue eyes bug when she touched the tip of her tongue to his cockhead. She heard him moan deep in his throat. He closed his eyes and abandoned himself to her manipulations just as she had abandoned herself to her own blazing lust.
"Oh, Mom! Mom!" the nervous boy moaned as she lapped at his salty dick.
"My, but your penis is juicy! Delicious!" Darlene gurgled as she engulfed the boy's dick-head.
Rod grunted when she plunged down over his dick, grunted in the body-wracking tension she inspired in his young nuts. He knew that his balls were going to explode in a second or two.
Darlene knew too that her son couldn't hold out much longer. She was surprised that he had been able to keep his young seed in his nuts as long as he had. She wanted him to shoot her face full of sperm immediately. She began licking his bulging boy's cockhead inside her mouth, running her tongue around over the flange of it the way she had done with the boy's daddy's dick years before. She felt the lips of his dick-head pouring little rivulets of pre-seminal fluid down her throat, making the inside of her mouth salty and slippery, making his dick-head slip and slide against her inner cheeks.
She began sucking wildly at his dick. She looked up and saw that he was shaking his tousled head back and forth. The cords of his long young neck were standing out. All his muscles were tense and clearly visible beneath his smooth, healthy pink skin. His boyishly handsome face was twisted into a look of pleasure and pain. He began bouncing up and down on the bed, forcing his young hard-on deep into his mother's throat. Darlene would have been turned off by such face-fucking had Sam done it to her in his rough and careless way. But she recognized her son's eagerness as mere youthful enthusiasm rather than a lack of respect on his part and his nervous movements excited her wildly.
Darlene suddenly felt her son's fourteen-year-old dick stiffen and swell to even greater proportions in her sucking mouth. She knew what was about to happen and she began swallowing even before the heavy load of young boy's sperm shot down her eager throat. When it came it came in what seemed like gallons. She almost strangled on the volume of cum Rod's cock poured into her. She grabbed his balls and squeezed hard on his tender organs just as the first shot of the stuff blasted against her tonsils. She kneaded her son's testicles as if to milk the last drop from them. She gurgled deep in her throat as she tried to swallow his sperm. With each shot the boy cried out in pleasure-pain as his cock erupted, cried out unintelligible sounds that filled his mother with passion.
"Mom, I ... I'm sorry! Jesus Christ, Mom! I didn't mean it! I didn't mean to do that! I really didn't!" Rod gasped, his eyes tightly closed, afraid of what she might do or say, not really understanding what had just happened between himself and his lovely mother.
Darlene sucked-Rod's prick until she had drained the last drop of sperm from his balls, satisfying her thirst for his cock-juice, at least temporarily, but leaving her twat seething with passion. She pulled her face from his bulging dick-head with an audible plop and smiled up at him. His stillerect rod bounced up and slapped against his groin.
"Look at me, darling. Open your eyes and look at me," she said softly, her hands on the boy's knees. "See, sweetheart, I'm smiling."
The boy looked down at his mother's incredibly beautiful face, afraid at first even to open his eyes after what had just happened. Sperm was dripping from the corners of her cheeks. And she really was smiling. Perhaps she hadn't minded his unavoidable ejaculation after all.
"You mustn't worry about little things like that, dear. I was just trying to make you feel better. Your dick was so hard! But I don't think it's any softer even now. Look at it! Just look at that thing! It's just as hard as ever! I hope it isn't bothering you too much," she cooed, licking her lips, feeling incredibly lascivious.
Darlene stood up and took the trembling boy in her arms, comforting him in his terrible confusion.
She whispered sweetly in his ear various reassuring remarks until he seemed relaxed enough to accept the other womanly treasures she felt powerfully moved to offer him. Rubbing his naked back she kissed his ear gently.
"Have you ever seen a girl's cunt, Rod darling?" the boy's horny mother whispered sweetly.
The boy could manage only a weak shake of his tousled head. He felt her big beautiful breasts crushed up against his chest, felt the warmth of her mammaries radiating through the material of her bra. She was so close to him, closer than she had ever been it seemed. She had held him in her arms before, but never like this. And now she was asking him if he had ever seen a girl's cunt. He still found it hard to believe that she would talk that way, even after what she had done to his cock. She hadn't ever even said damn in his presence, and now she was using bad words and doing things to him that he hadn't even dreamed of, except in his wet dreams, and even then it hadn't been his mother who had done those things to him.
"Would you like to look at my cunt, darling?" Darlene whispered, thrilling to her own lasciviousness, thrilling to the taste of her obscene words on her lovely wet lips. "Would you like to examine your mother's cunt, little man?"
"Gosh, Mom, I can't do that! Can I?" the boy struggled.
"Of course you can, darling. I want you to see my cunt. You might just as well learn the things you need to know about fucking from your mother. Isn't that right? At least you know that I won't do anything to hurt you. Sex can be terribly painful the first time, Rod. I don't mean painful physically. I mean that sex can be emotionally painful, Rod. Exposing yourself that way I mean, exposing yourself so completely, body and soul. That can be terribly painful and confusing to a young boy, darling. I think I can make it less painful for you. Will you let me try?" she said, moved by the closeness of her young son and his defenselessness, moved by his innocence, moved by his willingness to abandon himself to her motherly caresses.
Darlene could tell by the way the boy wrapped his slender arms around her that he was willing to submit herself to her tutelage. She put her warm and gentle hands on the boy's broad shoulders and pushed him gently until he sat on the edge of the bed again. He looked at her with wide eyes that shone with youthful excitement and she knew that she had him where she had to have him, knew that she had him in her net, knew that her son would be her youthful lover, and the knowledge made her seethe with hot lust.
The horny mother stood back and pushed her panties down until the curly nest of her brown downy love hair showed. She smiled at her son, whose eyes tried to avoid staring at her treasure as it came slowly into view for the first time. Darlene was thrilled by his natural reluctance to let his hungry eyes feast between her legs. She knew that her fourteen-year-old lover and son still wondered if all of it was a dream.
"Would you like to take my panties off for me, son?" she asked in a low and irresistible voice. "It's all right, darling. I want you to see my cunt."
She reached out and took the boy's trembling hands, guiding his fingers to the waistband of her panties. She felt his fingers sneak inside the garment ever so slowly. Rod was still avoiding her eyes and the patch of lovely hair that was coming more and more into view. She felt her filmy garment being eased down over her pubic area slowly at first then faster as more and more of her twat became exposed to the hungry-eyed young lad. In a flash her panties were down to her knees, jerked down suddenly, as if her son couldn't control himself no longer, as if he had suddenly been filled with the desire to see the treasure his mother was so lewdly offering him. Darlene heard the boy's sharp intake of breath when he beheld her downy love-nest for the first time since he had emerged from it. She put her finger to her lips cautiously.
"Quiet, Rod," she whispered. "Micky and Bobby are just down the hall. You'll wake them. They're much too young for these lessons."
She pushed her garment down to her feet and stepped lightly out of it, draping it over the boy's naked leg. He stared at the slightly damp garment, not knowing what to think of his mother's sudden lasciviousness. Darlene wanted to be naked before her young boy, wanted to expose her naked womanly charms to the boy, wanted to intoxicate him with her fragrance, wanted to inspire him to dizzying heights of passion with her lusty feminine treasures. She reached behind her and quickly unfastened her bulging bra, holding the cups against her incredibly beautiful knockers and bending close to her son, the straps of her bra hanging at her sides.
"Take my bra off, Rod. Don't be afraid," she whispered. "I want you to see my tits too. It's an important part of your sexual education."
The boy reached out with trembling hands and took the dangling straps off his mother's black lace bra. When she took her hands away from her bra cups her melons burst obscenely in view, leaving her son holding her garment and staring bug-eyed into her massive knockers.
"Do you like them, darling? Do you like your mother's breasts? Would you like to touch them?" she asked, cupping her yielding bosoms in her hands and offering them to her hard-dicked young son.
"Gosh, Mom, I can't do that! I can't touch my mother's tits ... I mean breasts! I can't do that, Mom! You always said it was dirty to stare at a woman's breasts! Do you really mean it, Mom? Do you really want me to touch you there?!" the boy asked, his voice shaking, his hands moving toward her breasts as if drawn there by a fleshy magnet.
"Yes!" Darlene said, her voice now betraying the hot lust that seethed within her. "Touch my fucking tits, Rod! I want you! I want you to feel my tits! I want you to squeeze them! Yessssssss! Feel my tits, darling!" she hissed.
She cried out softly when her son buried his handsome young face in her cleavage, grasping her bulging knockers with his hands at the same time, grabbing big fleshy handfuls of hot fragrant tit. Darlene felt her nipples stiffening in the excitement. She felt her creamy flesh rubbing up against the boy's smooth cheeks. She felt as if her breasts were engulfing the kid, drowning him in a sea of warm yielding flesh. Her nipples tingled, came alive as never before. Indeed her entire body seemed to come alive as never before. She was suddenly conscious as never before of her sexual parts. It was as if young Rod's innocent embrace had brought to life within her a new kind of passion, one that lurked inside many women but which had always been suppressed, a passion for incestuous love and sex, a passion that burned within her now like a raging conflagration.
"Suck my nipples, Rod! Suck my tits like you did when you were a baby! Lick my tits like a baby! Suck me!" she cried, knowing that she was losing control of herself but unable to resist the surges of passion that raced around inside her.
Darlene felt the boy's wet lips fastening around her erect nipples, felt the steady pressure as he began sucking just as he had been told. She knew that her son was enjoying himself as he sucked and squeezed her golden bosoms. He moaned and groaned as she let him suck like a baby on the very breasts that had once nourished him. Her pussy was unbearably excited now, running with little shocks of sexual electricity.
"Feel my cunt too, Rod! Just put your hand between my legs!" she cried, reaching down and pulling her son's hand away from her breast and guiding it between her long, satin-soft legs. "See how hot my cunt is, Rod? See how hot you make my cunt?"
"Me? ME?" the boy gasped, looking up from the crevice of her perfumed breasts, his eyes glittering with uncontrollable young lust.
"Yes, Rod! You're making my cunt hot! I want you! I'm going to teach you all about fucking, hot fucking, darling! I want you to fuck me! Do you understand? I want you to stick your nice dick up my twat and fuck the shit out of me! I want my son's cock in my goddamn cunt!" the hot-assed woman hissed, shivering with excitement.
Rod had never seen anyone looking like his mother looked. She was like the women who had appeared before him in his dreams, like the women who sucked his dick in his dreams and made his cock shoot all that cum into his sheets, like the women who rubbed his hard prick for him and made them shoot into their soft warm hands, like the women who spread their legs and showed them the part of a woman all the guys always talked about but none had ever seen. But this wasn't a dream and the woman was his own mother! He almost shot his wad into the air just feeling his mother's hot wet snatch. He had no idea what to do now that his fingers were against the quivering flesh of her cunt. It was too much for his young mind to comprehend. Guys just weren't supposed to do that to their mothers! And yet he couldn't deny that it felt awfully good.
"I want you to see my twat, Rod! Sit on the floor and lean against the bed! That's right!" she said as her son slid off the edge of the bed and fell to the floor, his stiff young penis jutting straight up from his lap, dripping with pre-cum and dying to shoot another load of cum. "Haven't you always wanted to see woman's cunt? Haven't you and your friends talked about cunts and what they look like? Wouldn't you just love to see mine? Wouldn't you just love to look at your mother's cunt? I'll bet none of your little friends have done anything like that! Doesn't it make you excited? Doesn't it make your dick stiff and long? Look at my cunt! Look at your mother's goddamn cunt!" the lovely woman said, overcome by passion, moving closer and closer to the boy until her cunt-nest was only an inch or two away from his face.
"Oh goddamn, Mom! Oh, Mom!" the boy gasped, his heart racing wildly, unable to find words to express his confusing mingling of shame, embarrassment, fear, excitement, and intense sexual pleasure.
Darlene felt the boy's nose in her soft nest of pubic hair. She gyrated her full hips slightly, grinding her pubic mound against her son's face. She heard him softly moaning in the depths of his incredibly confusing excitement. He resisted her onslaught at first, trying to move his face away from her warm and fragrant cunt. But in a moment or two, the fourteen-year-old boy was enjoying his thirty-five-year-old mother's twat as he had never enjoyed anything else. When she knew that she had made him her slave and willing young lover by the sheer power of her seductiveness, she backed away from him and let his eyes rove over her naked cunt.
Feeling wicked in the extreme, Darlene bent backwards and thrust out her naked pelvis, offering the young boy a view of her incredibly beautiful cunt that he couldn't ignore. Darlene was trembling with excitement, knowing how her exposed pussy was making her son's eager eyes grow wide, knowing how her obscene display was making the kid's hard young dick jerk between his hairless legs. The boy's horny mother reached down and spread open the trembling lips of her steaming cunt, opening herself lewdly for the boy, exposing the rosy inner lips of her tasty pussy.
She could imagine how the boy felt gazing into his mother's naked cunt, at least she thought she could imagine it. She spread her twat open even farther, slowly manipulating the wet lips of her sex, making her organ burn and tingle with uncontrollable passion. The free-flowing juices of her cunt covered her long and delicate fingers with musky moisture. She stuck a finger deep inside her creamy channel, rubbing it against the inner folds of her sex, driving herself and her boy wild. The musky juices of her cunt made little sucking sounds as she inserted another finger and then another and another until most of her hand was buried inside her, stretching her cunt. She knew that her son was drinking in the sight thirstily, wishing that he could touch her there.
With an audible slurp she pulled her hand from her cunt and smiled down at her son. She took her juicy fingers and held them to his lips.
"Taste me, darling. Taste your mother's juices! Lick my fingers!" she said, excited wickedly by her obscene request.
Her son obeyed, unable now to do otherwise. His tongue went to his mother's fingertips, flicking over them gently, catching a bit of her free-flowing fluids.
"Wouldn't you like to taste my cunt, Rod? It's all right. Just tickle me with your tongue. Here, darling, I'll move a little closer," the lovely wanton smiled at her innocent young son.
Darlene approached her son until her seething cunt was against his lips. He threw his tousled head back and rested it against the mattress. He was looking up through her love-hair from below now, unable to see her sex due to its close proximity. She felt his trembling lips against her twat and shivered with tension.
"Kiss my cunt, Rod!" Darlene said. "Yessssssss! That's so lovely! Do it again! Oh yesssssss! I love it, darling. I want you to keep kissing my pussy until I tell you to stop. I don't care if you are my own son! Your lips feel too good to resist, Rod! I want you! Kiss my cunt!" she cried.
Darlene felt her boy's wet lips fluttering all over the rosy gash of her steamy twat. She was still for a minute or two, her eyes closed as she enjoyed the feeling of her son's passionate kisses against the rubbery lips of her cunt. As her passion increased, however, so did her physical movements. Before long the hot-assed mother was gyrating her steamy sex against the boy's face, forcing him to rub his nose and cheeks against her private place.
"Lick me! Stick out your tongue and lick my pussy, Rod! Lick my fucking cunt! Lick mother's pussy like a good boy, Rod! Doesn't it make you hot and hard for me? That feels so wonderful! Don't stop! Don't ever stop! Lick my cunt until I come! Eat your mother's pussy! You're so much better than your daddy! You're so much more gentle! You need me! Oh yes, Rod darling! Lick! Suck! Make me come!" Darlene mewled.
She felt the boy's eager tongue flicking all over her pussy, aimlessly at first, as if he wanted to taste all of her at once. As soon as he had accustomed himself to his position between his mother's legs he calmed down a bit and became more delicate in his pussy-licking. Darlene was amazed at the way he learned his sex lessons so quickly.
"That's lovely, darling. You'll make the girls happy some day, Rod darling. You'll make them wild with your sucking and licking! You're such a handsome boy! And so eager too! Lick me more slowly, Rod! Oh yes! Slowly! Gently! Lick up and down my gash! Yessssss! Lick my clit! Can you find it, Rod? Yes! There! There! Right there! Yes! Kiss me there! Oh, Rod, you don't know how good that makes me feel! Lick my clit! Suck it, darling! Suck it until I COME!" the boy's beautiful mother gasped as she felt her passion building until she knew that another minute or two of such abandoned sucking on her son's part would bring her to the brink of climax.
Darlene felt shocks shooting through her clitoris and racing up and down inside her seething treasure. She felt the boy sucking noisily at her bud, heard the wet sucking sounds as his lips pressed against her sopping-wet gash that ran with tasty womanly juices. She heard little plops each time the boy's lips left the hot little bud of her clit.
"Oh, Rod, stick your tongue into my pussy! Right inside! Right inside where I carried you! Stick your tongue in your mother's hole! Stick your tongue as far up there as you can! It's so much better than your father's tongue! Oh do it to me, little man!" she cried, her voice rising with the intensity of her taboo passion for her son and his eagerness to please her in his gentle and innocent way.
Darlene felt her orgasm rushing through her with the force of a raging river. She felt her cunt grasping at her son's tongue as he plunged it deep inside her sucking channel. She cried out loud when the wild tensions her son had inspired in her suddenly gave way to the most beautiful moment of sheer bliss she had ever experienced. It was as if she climaxed time after time. Her cunt ran with musky pussy-juice as she flashed off, covering her son's boyishly handsome face with dew.
Rod didn't really know what to think of his mother's frantic actions when her cunt suddenly seemed to pour forth all kinds of wetness. The boy thought for a second that he had hurt her the way she screamed. Her cry was like nothing he had ever heard before. It was not a cry of pain, although it almost sounded like one. There sure were a lot of things about women that he didn't understand. Something told him that his mother would teach him all he needed to know.
"Golly, Mom, what happened!?" the boy asked, struggling to his feet and watching amazedly as she fell in a limp pile on the bed, breathing deeply and reaching out blindly for her son. When he was within reaching distance she grasped his arm and pulled him to her. Mother and son lay together in silence for a few minutes, neither daring to say anything more.
"You have to go to bed now, Rod," Darlene said at great length, looking at the erection that still jutted up between her young boy's legs.
Darlene was amazed to see dribbles of sperm running down her son's cockshaft.
"What happened to you, Rod?" she laughed.
"I couldn't help it, Mom! When you screamed like that the stuff just kinda flew all over the place! Is it all right?" the boy asked, genuine concern in his youthful voice.
"It's all right, Rod. It's perfectly all right!" she smiled, reaching down and stroking her boy's young pecker, transferring some of his sperm from his dick to her ruby lips. "Just go to sleep now, little lover boy. I'll be needing you strong and healthy in the morning," she smiled.
"Can we do this again in the morning?" Rod asked cheerfully, swinging his legs over the edge of the bed and staring between his mother's naked legs.
She looked so soft and alluring now, much more beautiful than she had looked before. Her downy cunt looked warm and quiet between her long lovely legs. The boy couldn't help reaching out and laying his hand on her downy patch of hair. She giggled and brushed his hand away.
"You need your rest, Rod. In the morning we'll do even nicer things," Darlene whispered, slipping out of her son's bed and standing a moment or two in the doorway.
She looked over her shoulder at her son's tireless penis still hard and excited. She knew that if she stayed in his room another second she would be in bed with the boy and fucking up a storm. And the boy really did need his rest.
"Sweet dreams, darling," she smiled, closing the door behind her.
Darlene knew that both their dreams would be sweet indeed.
CHAPTER SIX
The following morning was the most exciting morning of Darlene's life. Everything seemed brighter and fresher. Even the scent of the flowers that wafted in through her open bedroom windows seemed more delicate. She felt more feminine and alluring than ever before. She had found someone who needed her and treated her gently, someone far more sensitive than the rotten husband who had turned her against men entirely. She had found joy in the arms of her own fourteen-year-old son and that joy was far more uplifting than any emotion she had ever experienced.
She knew perfectly well that her affair with Rod would be a dangerous one, although it was far safer than her activities with Dean March. If she ever let her secret out she would be in terrible trouble, not only with the law but with her friends in Taggert, none of whom would ever condone such incestuous activities. She didn't actually doubt that incest was wrong or that the taboos against it were proper. But she had no intention of letting her sense of right and wrong stand in her way. She had gone without the joys of fucking for far too long, had denied herself the pleasures of fucking young boys for too long and had made herself miserable by her self-denial. But now she was free and she was going to make the most of her newfound sexual freedom.
She had no idea how long she would pursue her pleasures with her son. She had no intention of making her arrangement permanent. She would simply teach the boy how to enjoy himself with girls and then let him develop his sexual attitudes like other boys did. Her activities would not have a permanent affect on his psychology as long as it was understood from the beginning that she was his sex tutor and that eventually he would be expected to plunge into more socially acceptable sexual activities, using the things she had taught him to the best of his ability. And if all went well she would do the same for her other two boys when they were old enough. She didn't want Micky or Bobby to find out about her activities with their older brother. She thought that it might be rather hard to control three boys, whereas Rod himself seemed easy enough to manage, even when he was horny beyond belief as a result of her sexual teasing. She hoped that Rod could keep his secret from his younger brothers. And she hoped the same of Dean March.
At breakfast young Rod was in a terrible way, unable to look his mother in the eye without blushing. Darlene felt sorry for her son, but she strutted her lovely ultra-feminine form around the kitchen anyway. She had decided to wear only a light gown that was nearly transparent, something she would never have even considered before. She went about her motherly tasks that morning naked beneath her wispy garment. She prepared breakfast for her three sons while they showered, each boy coming downstairs in turn after their showers and sitting at the kitchen table, each amazed by their mother's extremely casual attire. Rod was less amazed than Micky or Bobby, having seen so much of her the night before. But Darlene was quick to notice that her wispy gown and the feminine delights that were barely hidden beneath were having an effect upon him. At least he hadn't grown tired of her body, she thought.
Darlene noticed when she served up the pancakes she had so lovingly prepared that Rod's eager fourteen-year-old prick was getting stiff in his tight pants. He fidgeted in his chair, trying to hide the erection that was steadily growing between his tightly-covered young legs. Darlene knew how uncomfortable her son had to be in those ridiculously tight Levi's. And yet she loved the way her young son filled those Levi's. She wanted to get his hard dick out of his pants and relieve some of the uncomfortable pressure on his young dick and nuts. She had promised him a morning of hot fucking and she was definitely in the mood to make her promise good.
Darlene noticed soon enough that Bobby and Micky were well aware of their brother's predicament, although she supposed they had no idea what was the cause of Rod's problem. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Bobby and Micky catching glances of Rod's hard-on and smirking. They grinned at him and made the most of their brother's difficulties, teasing him silently and making him squirm. Darlene had never noticed such goings on before. Now that she was alert to the signs of her sons' developing sexuality she began to realize that the two younger boys knew more about sex than she thought. She watched them as they reached down between their legs and made obscene motions to indicate masturbation, smiling at their older brother and finally breaking into raucous laughter. There was nothing Rod could do about their teasing at the breakfast table and they took advantage of his helplessness. They had no idea that their mother knew what they were doing. She had always seemed beyond such things. Darlene moistened between her legs as she watched her twelve-year-old and her thirteen-year-old pretending to jack off.
When she began to notice herself staring between her boys' legs, she cleared her throat and stood up, clearing the table and clearing her sons from her horny mind, her younger sons at least. Bobby and Micky were quick to run out into the summer for their usual activities. They were surprised, Darlene noticed, that their brother wasn't in a hurry to join them. Darlene knew that he was a bit reluctant to stand up with that hard dick sticking down his tightly covered leg. She knew, too, that he was eager for the lessons in fucking that she had promised him that morning. Her two younger boys paused in the doorway and looked back to see whether or not their older brother was coming with them. He looked down between his legs self-consciously and remained seated.
"Rod won't be going out this morning, boys. He has work to do around the house. You run along without him. And have a good long game," she added.
"What kinda work you gotta do, Rod?" Micky asked.
"Never you mind, Micky. It's work that only an older boy can do. I won't be needing you or Bobby. Run along now," she said, waving the back of her hand at her two young sons.
"Okay, Mom!" they said in unison, Bobby tossing his baseball glove in the air and catching it.
Darlene was relieved when the two kids were out of the house. She tidied up a bit and peeked out the kitchen window to see if the boys were heading down the alley toward the playing field at Ellson Park. She thought she saw a third tousled head disappear behind the garage along with her two sons. She wondered for a second or two who the tall boy might have been, but her horny mind was too filled with thoughts of Rod and the pleasure she was about to have with him to worry about anything else very long.
She turned and smiled warmly at her nervous young boy. She sauntered over to him and kneeled at his side. He was still sitting on the dinette chair, his legs held tightly together, as if still trying to hide his stiff dick. She shook her long hair behind her and bent her beautiful face toward his lap. She pressed her lips against his leg, feeling the shivering of his muscles beneath his tight pants. His hard boy-cock made a long bulge in his pant leg. She brushed her warm lips over the bulge and felt her twat moistening with excitement.
"You're still nervous, Rod," his mother said, her lips only a fraction of an inch away from his throbbing fourteen-year-old penis.
"I guess, Mom," the boy choked, his dick aching something awful.
"Did you enjoy your breakfast?" she smiled up at him, laying her hand on his jerking erection, feeling the intense heat of the thing radiating through her son's pants.
"Sure, Mom. It was great," the nervous boy struggled, hypnotized by his mother's beautiful blue-green eyes.
"Are you ready for dessert?" she asked, a glitter in her lusty eyes.
The boy swallowed nervously.
Darlene reached to her waist and untied the sash that held her flowing gown around her. She opened her garment and bared her huge breasts. They were soft and lightly-tanned, catching the slanting golden rays of the early morning sun that filtered through the windows of the kitchen. Her tits were firmly uplifted, tipped by stiffening little nipples that just begged to be pinched and sucked. She offered them to her frightened but horny son, rising slowly from her kneeling position until her lusty bosom was directly in front of his young face. She shivered inside when she cupped her breasts in her hands and raised them toward the kid's lips. She felt her heart skip a beat when his lips lightly grazed the tingling point of one of her hard nipples.
"Wouldn't you like to suck my tits again, Rod darling?" she asked, noticing that her son's lips were trembling visibly.
"Can I, Mom? Do you really mean it? Are you really gonna do all that stuff you said you were gonna do this morning?" he gasped.
"I'm going to teach you how to fuck a woman this morning, darling. Doesn't that sound like fun?" the horny mother asked.
With that, Darlene pressed her erect nipple against her loving son's eager lips, forcing it between them and into his mouth. For a second she felt her nipple-peak scraping against his teeth. When he opened his lips and began sucking like a baby she felt a surge of womanly passion that melted her lusty cunt. The sounds of his eager sucking were like a catalyst to her passion.
"Rod, I have to see your dick again!" she cried.
"Let me take it out for you! It must feel terribly uncomfortable in those tight pants!"
Darlene fell to her knees again and began attacking her son's zipper and the snap of his pants. She felt his youthful body stiffen when she tugged down her young son's zipper. She heard him suck in his breath and make funny gurgling sounds in his throat when she reached inside his pants and grabbed the hot shaft of his hairless young organ. She pulled hard on the hot thing until it pulled free of his tight pants. It snapped up against his heavy belt buckle when she let go of it, making his body jerk uncontrollably.
The horny mother reached into her boy's pants and grabbed his young nuts, dragging out his balls and letting the organs hang out over the tight vee of his open pants. Darlene knew that he could feel the scraping of his metal zipper against his soft scrotal skin. She rubbed her son's balls around with the palm of her open hand, making his legs jerk.
Darlene trailed her well-manicured fingernail up and down the underside of Rod's distended young dick. She scraped her fingernail against the smooth skin of his scrotal sac. Unable to control her oral urges any longer she bent over his midsection and swallowed his jerking penis, prying it out away from his lower belly and taking it deep into her throat. She sucked wildly for a few seconds while Rod moaned and writhed in his chair, driven wild by his mother's expert sucking.
"Oh God, Mom, I think I'm gonna do it again!" Rod gasped as he felt his seed welling up deep inside him, ready to shoot.
"We can't have that, darling!" his mother said, pulling her pretty lips off the boy's prick. "I want you to do it right inside my pussy!"
"Gosh, Mom! Do you really mean it?! Really?!" the boy asked, his mouth falling open in his shock and excitement.
"You don't mind fucking your mother, do you?" she asked, looking her most seductive, her naked tits exposed, her wet lips glistening with the pre-cum that she had sucked from his dick, her belly exposed beneath the open folds of her long gown, her pubic patch glowing in the early morning sun.
Darlene stood up and took her son's cock, drawing him to his feet. The expression on the boy's face was one of near pain. She knew how uncomfortable it was for the lad to hold all that sperm in his nuts when his natural instinct was to shoot it all over the place. She let go of his dick and watched it snap up against his belt buckle.
"Why don't you draw the shades, darling? This sort of activity requires a bit more privacy I believe," she smiled.
The boy did as he was told. While he was attending to that little task Darlene let her flowing gown fall from her delicate shoulders, exposing herself completely. She felt wanton and beautiful standing there totally naked in her kitchen. When Rod turned toward her and saw her like that he nearly pissed. Darlene was aware of her affect on him and felt the deeply satisfying pleasure of knowing that even at thirty-five she still had what it took to hold a male's attention. She watched her son's throat contracting nervously as he gaped at her and tried to control himself.
"Imagine yourself looking at your own mother that way!" Darlene said in a mock-serious tone. "Shame on you!"
"Oh, my gosh, Mom! I didn't mean it! I'm sorry, Mom!" the boy gasped, turning his back and trying to hide the dick that was sticking straight up from his open fly.
"Don't be silly, Rod. I was only kidding! I want you to look at me! I want you to see what a woman looks like inside all her clothes! I want you to learn to appreciate the pleasures a woman can bring you! Turn around now and look me over! That's better, Rod. And for heaven's sake don't worry about that thing that's sticking up between your legs! I've seen things like that before, although yours is particularly nice. I like to see it jerking like that, son. It makes me know how much you appreciate me. I need to be appreciated, lover. Why don't you take your clothes off, too, now? I want to see you naked right here in the kitchen! Don't be embarrassed, darling!" the hot-assed mother said, her body lush and naked, her body ready and willing.
The boy stood dumbfounded for a second or two and then began nervously fumbling with the buttons of his shirt.
Darlene watched attentively while her fourteen-year-old boy removed his shirt, exposing his lean young chest and flat belly. She watched even more attentively while he attacked the front of his pants, finishing the job she had started for him, baring the front of his body completely for her. The boy's belt buckle jingled noisily as he pushed his pants down around his ankles. He almost fell down when he tried to pull his tight pants off over his shoes.
"My, but you are a handsome specimen, Rod! I see I brought a very handsome boy into the world. I suppose it's only right that I should sample the fruits of my labors. Come over here and sit down on the kitchen chair, Rod. I want you to fuck the shit out of me!" she smiled, her hungry eyes devouring his aching penis.
"Do you mean it, Mom?" her son rasped, unable still to believe that his mother really wanted him to do that to her.
"Of course, Rod! After all that we've done together fucking me is only natural! How could we resist? I want you!" she said, her cunt seething.
"But I don't know how! I've never done anything like that!" the boy protested, his dick dripping with excitement.
"I'll do all the work for you this time, darling! Just come over here and sit down on this chair. Don't bother to take your shoes off, Rod. They won't get in the way," she said, beckoning her son sweetly.
Darlene almost drooled when her son walked toward her wearing only his sneakers, his hard prick bobbing up and down in front of him, his nuts swinging back and forth between his long legs. His face was a bit flushed in his considerable embarrassment.
When he stood near the chair she put her hand on his shoulder and indicated with gentle pressure that he was to sit down. Her big bulging breasts brushed against his shoulder as he sat down. He looked up at her with wide eyes, apparently willing to do anything she asked of him, even though he was terribly unsure of himself. Darlene reached down between her slightly spread legs and rubbed her dewy cunt with her fingers until a shiver of passion went through her. She bent over and kissed her son full on the lips, tickling his gums with the tip of her eager tongue. She noticed that his heart was beating faster now and his breathing was fast and shallow.
"I'm going to sit on your dick, Rod! Doesn't that make your cock jerk?" she smiled at her young son.
"Sit on it? Sit on my...." the boy struggled.
"Of course, Rod! I'm going to make your cock go right up inside my cunt! Wouldn't you like that? Wouldn't that feel wonderful? It's even better than my mouth, and you know how good my mouth felt on your penis," the boy's mother said, straddling her son's lap, spreading her long satin-smooth legs.
She told the boy to push his dick out a bit. He obeyed, holding his slippery penis with trembling fingers. Darlene cried out softly when she felt her son's cockhead touching the quivering spread lips of her wet cunt. She felt the searing heat of his penis spreading over her pussy, matching her own wild cunt-melting heat. Her pussy was wet and slippery with her own musky fluids. Her son's big young cock slipped inside her with no difficulty at all. It was so different from the pain of her drunken former husband's penetration of her sensitive twat, so much more pleasant, so much more stimulating. She descended ever closer to her son's naked lap, taking the boy's prick deeper and deeper into her belly.
Darlene felt her beautiful breasts brushing against Rod's shoulders and chest as she crouched closer and closer to his lap. Her tits were tingling, her nipples stiff and excited. She told her son to fondle her bosoms. He obeyed eagerly, kneading the big globes with both hands as his mother sat on his rigid pintle. She could tell that her boy was losing himself in the whirlpool of lust that had engulfed both mother and son. She felt the bulging knob of her young son's rod spreading her cunt open and thrilling her deep down inside.
"That's beautiful, son, beautiful! Beautiful! Do you like this, darling? Do you like fucking your mother? Doesn't it make your balls ache? Doesn't it make you want to shoot me full of sperm?" she said, her pleasure building, building, her pussy steaming with hot sexuality.
Rod groaned as his cock was engulfed by his mother's seething cunt. It felt like nothing he had ever experienced before. It was better than jacking off, better even than his mom's mouth around his dick. Rod couldn't imagine anything so great. And she was making him feel like that even though it was a really nasty thing to do. Nothing seemed beyond her. She was the greatest mom in the world!
Darlene gyrated her pelvis, corkscrewing her son's penis around inside her twat. The boy got the message quickly enough and began matching her movements. When she began moving up and down on his cock he got that message too and began bouncing up and down on the chair. He felt his balls banging against the vinyl chair seat as he bounced up and down. Darlene felt her tits bouncing against his chest as she rode his pony. She thrilled to the feel of his warm, gentle hands on her naked breasts. Her cunt was blazing, running with passion, responding powerfully to her son's pistoning movements.
Darlene felt the tension of her passion in every fiber of her naked body. She wrapped her arms around her boy's back and held him tightly to her, moving her lower body violently now, moving in unison with her son's bucking ass. She heard the boy moaning and making guttural sounds deep inside him as he tried to give utterance to the pleasure his mother was giving him. She saw his eyes close tightly, felt his muscles tense, felt his hands clamp over her yielding breasts, felt him suddenly rise up off the chair, lifting her off with him. She knew that the young boy was about to shoot a load of cum deep into her belly. She knew that he was about to feel the ultimate pleasure of sex and she knew that she too would flash off in another second or two. They would cum together, mother and son, would share the bliss of sexual release even though their union was taboo, even though they writhed in the heat of their passion knowing that it was wrong.
Darlene cried out as her twat flashed off, cried out the ecstasy of her orgasm. She felt her cunt tighten around her son's slippery shaft, sucking at his hard rod, trying to draw him into her, into the womb that had given him birth. The horny woman felt her cunt seething with excitement just before her orgasm rushed through her like a tornado. She saw stars as her cunt gushed sticky, musky moisture, mewled softly as her breasts crushed up against her young son's chest, heaving with excitement. She became aware immediately of the shooting of Rod's thick young penis deep inside her.
"Oh God, Rod darling! Oh, Rod! Yes! Fill me up! Shoot it deep inside me! I want it all! Oh, darling! Fuck me! Fuck your mother! I want you so much! I need you inside me! Cum! CUM!" the hot woman hissed as her son blew his jism deep inside her creamy snatch.
"Mom! I'm cummin'! Oh, shit, Mom! I can't stop it! Oh, DAMN! I'm CUMMIN'! I'm shootin'!" the trembling boy gasped as his cock shot off inside his luscious mother's muscular and active cunt.
"Oh, yes! Yessssssss! Cum in me! Cum in your mother! Oh, Christ! I want ALL of your sperm!" she hissed.
Darlene pulled off of her son's still stiff penis and fell to her knees before him. His jism was running down her leg, dripping from her flaming pussy. She went down on his hard dripping dick, sucking out the last drops of his fresh nutty-tasting sperm, savoring it, licking her lips when she had finished. She looked up at him and smiled seductively. His eyes were open now, glittering with young lust and excitement.
The luscious mother lifted one of her satiny knockers and rubbed her nipple-peak against the wet head of the boy's staff. His body jerked uncontrollably as she teased his extremely sensitive prick with her hard little nipple. She reached down and took his young balls in her hands, stroking and kneading them gently. Then she bent down and took his dick-head in her lips again, sucking him gently.
"Wow, Mom!" the horny pair suddenly heard someone say.
Rod nearly fell off his chair. His mother screamed when she realized that Bobby and Micky were standing in the doorway, watching her suck their older brother's dick. Her body and mind were paralyzed with fear.
CHAPTER SEVEN
It was with the greatest imaginable difficulty that Darlene managed to control her fear and embarrassment. After her first scream of terror her mind went blank and her voice froze. She stared wild-eyed in the direction of the doorway. She had been caught in the act, had been caught in an illegal and highly immoral, or at least amoral, act. And it was her own innocent young boys who had caught her at it.
She was suddenly overcome with the shame of her activities with her son, suddenly overcome with a crushing realization of the nastiness of her affair with Rod. She suddenly realized that her crying need for attention and release from the bonds that held her body and mind in the grip of fear had forced her to go beyond the boundaries of acceptable sexual conduct. She had welcomed her son into her loving and entrapping arms because her husband had treated her so cruelly years before and had left her afraid of all males. But her son had been kind and frightened and gentle with her and had soothed her old emotional wounds.
Now, though, she was face to face with a new reality and she had no idea how to cope with it.
As she stared into the amazed faces of her twelve-year-old and his thirteen-year-old brother she came to the somewhat shocking realization that their amazed faces weren't quite as amazed as she might have expected. In fact, the two boys seemed to be staring not in shock but in intense interest. Darlene felt a peculiar surge of passion as she watched the two boys looking intently at thenbrother's dribbling dick and their mother's naked tits and the patch of hair between her legs.
Darlene hadn't had the presence of mind to try hiding her exposed pussy. She still kneeled on the kitchen floor with her legs spread, her furry cunt-nest making quite a rare attraction for Bobby and Micky. There was something stirring inside her, something even nastier than the ideas that had led to her seduction of Rod. There was something stirringly adorable about the way Bobby and Micky drank in her naked perfection. She was slowly being moved toward an inevitable confrontation with her conscience. She couldn't deny that growing inside her was a dark desire for the two totally innocent young boys who had stumbled into her web. She knew now that she would not be satisfied until she had engaged in hot sexual activities with Bobby and Micky too.
Rod was looking at his mother as if he expected her to do something to save the situation. She realized that she had to do something to explain what she was doing to Rod. She could hardly lie about her oral activities. Bobby and Micky had probably heard enough about such things from their friends to have at least some idea what she had been up to. But it was no longer enough merely to explain. She was struggling now with the burning desire to demonstrate for her two younger sons exactly what she was doing.
"You boys should be ashamed of yourselves!" she said firmly. "I've told you always to knock when you enter a house!" she said, holding her legs together.
"Never mind that! What on earth are you doing home so early? I told you to have a long baseball game this morning! This is terribly embarrassing!" she struggled.
"Gosh, Mom, we've never seen you naked before! Wow!" Bobby said, his twelve-year-old eyes roving over his mother's body.
"I guess what he told us was true after all!" Micky said, trying to catch a glimpse of his mother's half hidden cunt.
"He? What on earth are you talking about? He?" Darlene said breathlessly.
"He said that you were doin' all kindsa stuff to his ... to his thing!" Micky said. "And that's what you're doin' to Rod."
"He?!" the shocked mother cried.
"Yeah, Mom, Dean!" the boys said, almost in unison, turning and pointing to the doorway.
"Oh, Christ!" Darlene cried, realizing that her first sex pupil had let the cat out of the bag.
Darlene struggled with intense anger and fear when she saw Dean March peek around the corner, his eyes glittering with emotion. She wanted to break the brat's neck. He had disobeyed her order to remain silent. She wondered how many other boys he had told. She closed her eyes and imagined with horror a line of boys waiting at her door for lessons like the ones Dean had enjoyed so much. How could she keep her good reputation intact now? The whole town would soon find out all about her activities, unless she could persuade Dean to keep his big mouth shut. She realized that her activities with him were enough to make any young boy brag to his buddies, especially since none of them were likely to have had such fun with a woman at their tender ages. Even though she understood his motivations she still found it hard to forgive him for his breach of faith. When she noticed that he was as upset as she was, however, she softened slightly.
"Dean March, you come here right now! Do you hear me?" she snapped, standing and holding her hands on her naked hips.
The boy did as he was told, his head bowed. Darlene realized now that he still felt somewhat weak in the presence of her powerful seductiveness. Perhaps she could still control him.
"How many boys have you told about our little lessons? The truth now!" she said, forcing herself to sound harsh and unforgiving.
"Golly, Mrs. Miller, I didn't really tell anybody ... just Micky and Bobby. I didn't mean to. I couldn't help it, Mrs. Miller. I really tried to keep quiet! I'm awful sorry!" the boy struggled to explain, not daring to look into the sexy woman's eyes, shuffling his awkward feet and looking pitiful before her.
Darlene couldn't help being moved by the nervous Dean's embarrassment. He seemed so contrite now, so helpless and young as he stood before her awaiting his fate. The passionate woman softened and began to feel the familiar surges of womanly passion that had gotten her into her difficult situation in the first place. She was beginning to feel only motherly love for Dean and her two younger sons. She knew that her feeling of motherly love would soon become feelings of motherly lust.
"Are you really gonna tell my Mom and Dad on me?" Dean said nervously. "Would you really do that?"
"Didn't I say I would if you breathed a word about this to anyone?" she asked, forcing herself still to seem sharp.
"Well, yeah, but I'm sorry! I won't do it again!" Dean said, looking up at Darlene pleadingly.
"I don't know, Dean! You should be ashamed of yourself! You know how nasty our little lessons were at the river! People just aren't supposed to find out about things like that! And now you've seen what Rod and I were doing! How do I know you won't tell everyone about that too?" Darlene continued, enjoying the way the tall thirteen-year-old squirmed before her.
"How could I tell anybody about that?" the boy gasped. "Nobody'd even believe me!"
"Perhaps you're right, Dean dear. Mothers don't generally do things like this to their sons. Perhaps there really isn't much danger of your blabbing to the whole neighborhood. I don't know. I just don't know," Darlene said, her finger at her lips.
"Aw, c'mon, Mrs. Miller! Please don't tell on me! I won't say anything! I promise!" Dean begged.
"Perhaps we should consult Rod since he's as much involved as anyone," she smiled, beginning to tease the boys and enjoying every minute of it. "Well, Rod darling, do you think we should forgive Dean for exposing us? After all, darling, you seem as embarrassed about this as I am."
"I guess," Rod said weakly, looking down between his legs and trying to hide his young dick by putting his hands over his lap.
"Then you think we can forgive him?" Darlene said.
"I guess. Gosh, Mom, can I get dressed?" the boy struggled, his young face flushing in his intense embarrassment.
"Poor boy!" Rod's mother said, running her fingers through her son's longish hair. "This really is embarrassing. We're all naked and Dean and Bobby and Micky are dressed! I don't think that's at all fair! Do you, Rod?" Darlene asked, sitting on the edge of the kitchen table, spreading her long legs slightly and exposing the now fiery gash of her twat.
"I guess not, Mom. Can I get my pants on?" Rod pleaded.
"I have a better idea!" Darlene said, noticing how the three boys who stood together in front of her were staring uncontrollably at her exposed pussy. "I think Bobby and Micky and their nasty friend should take their clothes off, too! It's only fair!" she smiled.
"Gosh, Mom! You really mean it?!" thirteen-year-old Micky gasped.
"Gee whiz, Mom! We can't take our clothes off in front of you! You always said that was dirty!" twelve-year-old Bobby said, thoroughly amazed at his mother's unheard-of suggestion.
"Don't worry about any of that nonsense, Bobby. Times have changed. I've decided to let you boys enjoy yourselves. You have to learn sex from somebody, and it might just as well be your mother," Darlene said, opening her legs even farther, catching the eyes of all three boys. "Well, Rod, don't you think the boys should take off their clothes?" she smiled at the oldest boy.
"Gosh, Mom, I dunno!" the dumbfounded boy said, still trying in vain to hide his hard cock.
"Then your mother will make the decision for you!" she said. "Boys! Strip!" she ordered firmly.
"All of us?" Bobby and Micky gasped. "Not just Dean?"
"All of you, darlings!" Darlene said seductively, reaching down between her widespread legs and parting the quivering lips of her obscenely exposed cunt with two fingers. "We're going to have the time of our lives!"
She crooked her little finger and beckoned Dean toward her. He obeyed as if in a trance, moving stiffly. She noticed quickly enough that her lewd display of her juicy snatch had stiffened up the boy's thirteen-year-old prick. When he stood shakily before her she reached out and tugged down his tightly stretched zipper, reaching inside his tight pants and prying out his hard young dick. The tall boy shivered when she wrapped her warm fingers around his slippery cock.
"I see you were enjoying what Rod and I were doing as much as we were!" she smiled, moving the boy's dick up and down in rhythm.
Bobby, Micky, and Rod were making an effort to hide their interest in Dean's "punishment" for his loose tongue, but Darlene knew that they wanted to see what she was doing to him. She knew too that they wanted secretly to join their buddy in whatever "punishment" she meted out.
"Bobby! Micky! Take-your clothes off! You're as much to blame for all this embarrassment as Dean is! And besides, darlings, I haven't seen you naked for so long! I want to see if your nice little dickies have grown any since the last time I saw them," she cooed. "You don't mind letting your own mother see your cockies, do you?"
"No, Mom, I guess not," Bobby said, struggling. "But do we have to do it here?"
"Why not, Bobby? Rod and I did it right here in the kitchen. I think he rather enjoyed it once he got over the initial shock," the hot-assed mother explained, still working Dean's naked dick up and down as she talked to Bobby and Micky. "Why don't you boys just open your pants and let me look inside. That should be enough for now. Hurry now, darlings! Mother's getting impatient. I do so want to see how your pricks have grown!"
Darlene was thrilled at the way all the boys in the kitchen seemed to hang on her every word. It was just the kind of attention she craved. The boys were totally in her power, totally dedicated to her, totally willing to submit to her tutelage, no matter how confused they were.
It was so unlike her suffering at the hands of her uncaring and unfeeling husband. And yet she saw in her boys some of the qualities that had attracted her to Sam in the happier time before his alcoholism had ruined their sex lives. She was surrounded by innocent boys who needed her. Her pussy was stirring as it had never stirred before. It was as if each wild new sex thrill was more cunt-stirring than the one before. Was there no end to the joys that this new and dangerous kind of sex would bring her?
Nothing could stop her now. Nothing could stop her from engaging in this ultimate act of depravity.
Nothing could stop her now from throwing herself and all her considerable sexual energies into this orgy of incestuous fucking.
Bobby and Micky dutifully began unzipping their pants, looking at each other as if in total disbelief. She sure hadn't done anything like this before! Both boys wondered what she was going to do to them. Surely she wouldn't suck on their cocks like she did Rod's! Surely she wouldn't jack them off like she was doing to Dean at the moment!
Neither Bobby nor Micky had even let any girl see their penises, and certainly not their mother. She had always taught them not to expose themselves that way. She had always been careful not to walk around the house anything less than fully dressed. And now she was stark naked and asking them to show her their cocks! It was too much for either boy to understand. They simply did as they were told and hoped they could do whatever she wanted of them.
"Come over here, boys, and show me what you've been hiding under your zippers all this time," their mother cooed, removing her hand from Dean's jerking dick and turning her attentions to her sons. "Why don't you and Rod just sit down and watch for a while?" she smiled, turning to Rod, who was no longer trying to hide his prick.
"Gosh, Mom, what're you gonna do to Bobby and Micky?" Rod asked, wrapping his own hand around his aching penis and beginning to jack off openly, lost in the heat of his passion for his beautiful mother.
"I'm going to make them feel just like I made you feel, Rod darling. Do you think they might enjoy that?" she asked sweetly.
"Oh, yeah, Mom! They'll enjoy it all right! But they're just kids!" the boy said.
"We all have to learn some time," she said, and smiled.
Dean sat down beside Rod in a kitchen chair, his stiff dick jutting up red-hot and eager. Darlene told him to take off his shirt and pants.
The boy obeyed, nervously struggling out of his clothes. She smiled up at her two young sons with hot lust blazing in her eyes. She reached out and spread open the older boy's fly, peering inside and finding exactly what she wanted.
"Oh, Micky! It's lovely! It's just lovely! I had no idea you were so big! The last time I saw your penis it was just a little thing! You're awfully well developed for a boy of thirteen! You're almost as big as Dean!" she said, her mouth watering. "Does your cock ever get hard, Micky dear?" she asked, reaching inside his open pants and playing with the firm piece of meat that dangled between the boy's young legs.
Darlene could imagine how the boy felt standing there with his pants open while she moved her silken fingertips over the very organ she had taught him never to expose to a woman. The boy held his arms at his sides, his fists balled. He seemed to be straining against a heavy load. She realized that her son was fighting the terribly embarrassing sensations that his mother was stirring in his body. She knew that he was trying desperately to keep his thirteen-year-old dick from hardening beneath his open pants.
"You mustn't worry about that, Bobby," Darlene said comfortingly. "I'm just giving you a hard-on, darling. I want your dick to get nice and stiff. I want to see it sticking out through your fly. Doesn't it get hard sometimes all by itself?" she asked.
"Uh huh. Lotsa times," Micky choked.
"Of course it does. And I'm going to make it hard for you now. Do you feel it getting bigger and bigger in my hand?" she asked.
"Heck, yeah, Mom! But...." the boy struggled.
"But what, darling? Don't you like the way I'm making you feel?" the boy's naked and lusty mother asked, still squeezing and stroking his rod.
"Yeah, Mom, but all the others are watching!" the boy gasped. "And pretty soon something's gonna happen if you don't stop!"
"Is something going to shoot from the head of this hard little prick?" she asked. "Is your sperm going to come out all over my hand?"
"I guess, Mom. I can't help it, Mom! It always does that! And it's gonna do it right now if you don't stop!" Micky rasped, his legs shaking with excitement as his mother stroked his thirteen-year-old dick.
"I wouldn't want to waste the delicious stuff so early in the festivities, Micky darling! Why don't we just save it for later?" Darlene smiled at her boy, removing her loving fingers from his stiff dick and letting it snap up against his belly, scraping against his open zipper and making the boy jump backwards.
Micky looked down at his sexy mother with a confused look on his face. She was kneeling before him with the most peculiar look on her lovely face. She almost looked like some of the pictures he had seen in the dirty magazines Tim Baker had smuggled into school. And she was looking that way with him in mind. Micky was somewhat relieved when she beckoned twelve-year-old Bobby toward her. At least his cock might have a chance to go down now, Micky thought. Having a hard-on in front of his mother was awfully embarrassing. He found soon enough, however, that watching his mother work on his little brother made his dick harder than ever.
"Bobby, darling, come here and spread your little fly open for mother!" Darlene called. "I want to examine your little dickie. Doesn't that make your balls feel funny, Bobby dear? Does your little pee-pee get stiff like Micky's? Is it getting stiff already?" she said playfully, staring between her youngest son's legs at his rock-hard little pintle.
"It's awful stiff, Mom," the boy whined, feeling dizzy with excitement.
"May I feel your balls, darling?" she cooed.
"Feel my...." the boy gasped.
Young Bobby jumped back involuntarily when he felt his mother's long fingers sneak inside his spread pants and dip between his legs. She stroked the silken skin of the boy's scortal sac, moving his nuts around in their hairless pouch, making him shiver with strange excitement, making Darlene grow wilder inside by the minute.
"Oh, Christ, Mom! Nobody ever touched me there!" Bobby nearly cried.
"I'll touch you there, Bobby darling. I'll touch you everywhere!" Darlene said seductively. "I'll touch your dick too! Doesn't that feel nice?" the horny mother said, taking her twelve-year-old son's small penis in her fingers and moving it around in circles.
Bobby could only utter muted sounds deep in his throat, his sexual excitement was so intense. Shocks of sexual electricity shot up and down his hard dick. His young nuts began to ache between his legs. His muscles stiffened. He felt dizzy with the confusion of feelings that swirled inside him. And at the center of that swirl of feelings was his mother, doing things to him that no mother dared do to her child.
Darlene felt hornier and more depraved the more she stroked her boy's slender meat-stick. There was something strangely satisfying about her feeling of depravity. She was surrounded by boys who needed her, who depended on her for their instruction in fucking. And she was going to instruct them well, no matter how taboo her activities were. She was free now of the bonds that had held her, free of the shackles of her memory of Sam and his cruelty, free too of the strictures of society. She had broken out of the prison of small-town morality and she was going to enjoy her newfound freedom.
She thrilled to the feel of her son's hairless balls and the smooth shaft of his firm young penis. She looked up at him and saw him close his eyes, lost in the youthful passion that she had inspired in him. She reached for his belt, unbuckling it and pulling the kid's pants down. She tugged down his underwear and exposed the front of his body completely. She was moved by the incredible tenderness of the boy as he stood there before her, his little prick bobbing up and down between his legs, jerking with excitement.
Darlene had to taste Bobby's young prick, had to suck him until he couldn't stand the tension no longer. She bent toward his arching little prick and engulfed the head of the thing in her wet mouth. Bobby gasped and almost fell down, his shock and excitement were so intense. She felt her youngest boy begin moving his naked hips back and forth, as if he instinctively knew what to do to face-fuck his mother, even at twelve years of age. She thrilled to the feel of the boy's rigid prick against the inside of her sucking mouth. She moved her tongue up and down the shaft of the thing, being careful not to neglect the bulbous little head of it. Before long, Bobby was banging up against her face so hard that her nose pressed against the hairless flesh of his young groin.
Just when the boy's passion was at its peak she grasped his hips and pushed him away from her, pulling her face off his throbbing dick with an audible slurp.
"Wasn't that fun, darling? Why don't you and Micky make me feel good, too? Why don't you both lick my cunt?" Darlene smiled, sitting on the edge of the kitchen table and spreading her legs obscenely while the two young boys gaped.
"Lick your what?" Micky gasped.
"My cunt, darlings! Dean and Rod have already done that for me. I think you and Bobby should have a taste of your mother's pussy too. But first, why don't you take all your clothes off?" she smiled.
The twelve-year-old and his brother stripped clumsily' while Darlene, their mother and horny sex-instructor, diddled the naked lips of her juicy cunt. Rod and Dean sat bolt-upright in their chairs, their dicks dripping with excitement while their beautiful sex-tutor put on an obscene display guaranteed to hold their attention. In a feat of gymnastics of which even Darlene thought herself incapable, she raised both her legs and put her feet on the surface of the kitchen table, exposing her cunt in the most lewd manner possible. The woman's delicious rosy cunt-gash was open and ready for the hungry boys to eat. Dean and Rod craned their necks to get a view of her cunt, afraid to be too blatant in showing their interest in her treasure.
"I want you boys to come and play with my tits. Dean and Rod, come sit on the table on either side of me and stroke my titties. Wouldn't you like that, boys?" Darlene smiled, wildly excited by the presence so close to her of the four willing yet bashful young studs.
Dean and Rod did as they were instructed, sitting by Darlene's side and reaching out after a few seconds of hesitation to fondle her naked breasts. Darlene felt a thrill surge through her lush body when she felt her son and his young pal touch her naked knockers. Her nipples hardened immediately and began to tingle with excitement. She put her own hands on her breasts for a moment or two, showing the boys exactly what to do to make her wild inside, gently tweaking her own hard little nipples, scraping them with her fingernails, pinching them until she felt little twitches of pleasure-pain deep in her breasts. The boys learned their lessons well and were soon driving her wild with their digital manipulation of her tits.
"Now, darling sons, I want you to put your tongues right up my pussy," she said matter-of-factly, as if her two young boys were in the habit of doing such things to her all the time.
Bobby and Micky hesitated a moment before obeying their horny mother. It seemed like an awfully nasty thing to do, but they did it anyway. If their mommy wanted them to do it, it was just fine with them. She told them to put their faces against the gash that was so obscenely exposed for them. They obeyed, trying to get both their faces between Darlene's spread legs. The scent and taste of their mother's pussy was intoxicating.
Darlene cried out loud when she felt the boys' lips and tongues against the super-sensitive flesh of her steaming pussy. She threw out her legs and wrapped them around her sons' naked young bodies. The warmth of their flesh thrilled her, melted her seething twat. Her lust-inflamed cunt tingled and burned with passion. The musky fluids of her passion flowed freely as her sons lapped thirstily at her sex.
"Stroke my legs!" Darlene said to Dean and Rod. "Run your hands over my thighs! Oh, God! Make me cum! Make me cum, boys! I want my pussy to flash! I want it, darlings!"
The wildly excited boys began letting their eager hands rove over their sex-tutor's flesh. She felt their warm fingers tickling her thighs and the downy puff of hair between her legs. She felt their fingers touching her where her other sons' tongues and wet lips were touching her, felt Rod and Dean playing at last with the juicy saliva-covered lips of her sweet cunt.
The boys were panting loudly now, their cocks and balls aching with excitement. Darlene couldn't resist reaching down and wrapping her warm hands around the slippery pre-cum covered shafts of their dicks. She squeezed their rods hard and began jacking them off with a passion. The boys' muscles stiffened as they neared the moment when their cum would shoot from their turgid organs. Darlene was aware of their excitement, filled with the presence of the wildly turned-on young boys, filled with the cunt-stirring realization that she herself had brought them to such a state.
"Goddamn, Mrs. Miller! I'm gonna cum sure as hell!" Dean gasped as he felt his nuts churning in their tight sac.
"Me, too, Mom! It's gonna come out if you don't stop! Is it all right, Mom? Can I let the stuff shoot out? I wanna, Mom! Can I? Please, Mom?" Rod begged.
Darlene slowed the frantic pace of her masturbating movements on her son's dick and saw the nearly pained expression on his face when she stopped beating him off suddenly.
"Just a second, Rod, darling. I want you all to cum at the same time! Doesn't that sound exciting, darlings?" the hot-assed mother asked, her cunt ready to surge and twitch with her orgasmic rush at any second.
The boys nodded weakly when she took her hands away from their dripping penises. They would do anything she asked of them, no matter how uncomfortable for them, and holding their sperm in their aching nuts was becoming very uncomfortable.
"Micky, dear, why don't you fuck me right in my twat?" she smiled, horny enough now to do anything and everything that satisfied her dark desires for innocent young boys.
"F ... fuck you ... in your what?" Micky stumbled, unable to believe that she really wanted him to do that.
"Yessssssss! Quickly! Stick that beautiful dick of yours right up inside my fucking cunt! Here, I'll show you where to put it!" she said, reaching down and taking her thirteen-year-old son's cock in her fingers and guiding it between her legs.
"What do you want me to do, Mom?" she heard little Bobby ask.
"Oh, I haven't forgotten you, Bobby dear," she cooed. "I want you to climb right up here on the table and kneel down so that your dickie is sticking out right near my mouth," Darlene said, her mouth watering for the taste of her twelve-year-old's prick.
Young Bobby scrambled onto the table with Dean and Rod, taking a position behind his brother and at his mother's shoulder. She wasted no time in turning her pretty head and sucking the twelve-year-old's dick into her mouth. She sucked hard on his jerking pintle until she had driven him to the brink of a nut-busting climax. She let his stick pull from her lips and began sucking his smooth nuts into her face, tugging at them gently with her teeth, being very careful not to hurt her little boy.
Micky seemed to know exactly what to do to satisfy his mother's desire to be fucked in her hot cunt. He began bucking his lean young ass, forcing his rod into her pussy and out again until he had worked her feminine juices into a foamy peak. She encouraged the boy to pound in and out of her snatch, whispering sweet nothings in his ear while he nervously-yet-eagerly fucked his hot-assed mother between the legs.
Darlene grabbed Dean's and Rod's cocks and began beating them off again, with a wilder pace this time. She sucked her Bobby's rod until his body began to shake.
"What's happenin', Mom? Oh, wow! It sure feels funny! Ohmigosh, Mom! What're you doin'?" Bobby gasped as his dick suddenly felt shocks and tingles racing up and down its length.
"You're going to shoot into my mouth, darling Bobby!" Darlene cried, her voice thick and hot.
She suddenly felt her son's virginal load of sperm shooting into her sucking mouth, spraying against the roof of her mouth, running down her throat, filling her face with thick white cum. She struggled to swallow every last drop of the longed for ejaculate.
"Harder! Harder into me! Harder into my cunt! Oh yes! Fuck me, Micky! Fuck me, son! Shoot me full of your cum!" the horny mother gurgled.
Micky followed her urging and banged away at her juicy pussy until he felt a charge of cum blasting through his sperm-pipe and shooting all over the hair of her pussy.
"Oh gosh, Mom, it came out!" Micky whined when his unyielding young tool snapped out of his mother's pussy and blasted shots of cum into her pussy-hair, "Is it all right?" he managed to ask as his balls made him feel like he had never felt before.
"Of course it's all right! Shoot it! Cum all over me! All of you! Show me how much you appreciate me! We'll all cum together!" Darlene cried as her throat contracted in an effort to swallow Bobby's cum. "I want you to shoot, too, Rod, and you, Dean! Now! NOW!" she shouted as her hands pounded faster and faster over the boys' dicks, making their cum-filled young nuts bounce between their legs.
Darlene was rewarded for her masturbating efforts when the two boys shot blast after blast into the air at the same time, covering her tits and running down her belly to the hair of her cunt. She took her busy hands away from their pricks and began massaging their mingling sperm into her creamy flesh while they watched bug-eyed and thoroughly amazed.
Micky was still beating his cock and balls against her pussy when she felt the rush of her powerful orgasm rising from some deep place within her and spreading over her body like a soft fire. She whimpered and went suddenly limp in every relaxed fiber of her naked body. All four of her naked boys were feeling the similar ultimate relaxation of their bodies as their orgasms left them in pure bliss. Darlene was surrounded by her boys, surrounded by the guttural sounds and little cries of relief that escaped their lips in spite of their efforts to control themselves, surrounded by their warmth and willingness to satisfy her in every way. She felt as if bathed in their warmth, felt as if all her years of suffering at the hands of her brutal husband were soon to be forgotten in the overpowering passion that her sons and young Dean inspired in her.
CHAPTER EIGHT
When the boys had rested a moment or two after their sexual exertions she slid off the kitchen table and sauntered over to the sofa, falling on it softly, her legs draped seductively over the edge of the arm, her cunt exposed obscenely to the boys.
"Someone run upstairs and get me a towel," she asked in a low, controlled voice.
Bobby ran upstairs as fast as his legs would carry him and brought her a towel in a flash. She began wiping away the thick sperm that the boys had shot all over her only minutes before. She rubbed her furry cunt until it was fluffy and attractive again. In the process of drying herself with the roughish terrycloth towel she had succeeded in arousing her sex again. She rubbed her sperm-splattered breasts until her nipple-peaks hardened and began to tingle with the familiar yet always welcome excitement that always preceded a mind-boggling flood of sexual emotion.
The boys were hard again in no time, stimulated by merely watching their sex-teacher and mother drying her naked flesh. Noticing their excitement, she reached out with her towel and draped it over Rod's stiffened prick. When he moved toward her she began rubbing his cock and balls hard until he gasped and groaned in ecstasy. The other boys were soon lining up to have their rigid dicks rubbed with the towel. They took turns having their rods stimulated in that way. Darlene enjoyed every minute of it. She wrapped the towel around the boys' cocks and beat them off very slowly, each in turn, each more urgently than the last as her excitement continued to build. When they were all fully erect and tense in every muscle of their bodies the horny older woman spread her legs wider than ever and beckoned Dean, the tallest boy, toward her.
"I want you to stick that thick beautiful thing in my pussy, darling. I want you to fuck me until I tell you to stop. Do you understand? Stop when I tell you," Darlene said as the boy nervously yet willingly approached her.
She shivered inside when Dean's hard naked dick touched the trembling lips of her cunt. She reached down in front of her and guided his thick tool between the lips of her sex. He pushed forward, thrusting his poker into the older woman's creamy snatch.
"Fuck me, Dean! Fuck me hard and fast! Yessssss! I want it! You're making me feel soooooo good! Oh, Christ! Yes! SCREW ME! Screw me with your thirteen-year-old cock! I want you!" the hot woman cried, her legs flailing.
Dean's cock felt bigger to him than it had ever felt before. He knew that he would enjoy fucking women now that he had been given his first taste of cunt-reaming. He was still awfully nervous, not quite knowing whether or not he was doing his job well enough. Darlene hadn't complained yet, but he watched her every facial expression to see if he was doing something that she didn't care for. The boy realized that he had grown up a lot in the few days since he had been seduced by Mrs. Miller.
Darlene looked around at her own sons as they watched their thirteen-year-old buddy reaming their mother's willing pussy. She could easily tell that they were dying to do the same to her, although none of them dared mention the fact. Staring at the hard-cocked lads was too much for the seething woman. She had to have all of her three sons in her cunt.
"Stop, Dean!" she cried, forcing herself, her voice sounding pained.
"Did I hurt you, Mrs. Miller?" the boy asked, genuinely concerned.
"No, darling, nothing like that, nothing like that at all. I just want the other boys to have some fun, too. Take it out and let them fuck me for awhile. You come over here and let me suck on your sweet cock while Micky fucks me," she said.
Darlene took Dean's cock in her mouth and spread her legs for thirteen-year-old Micky. She felt his balls slapping up against the crotch as he punched his little cock in and out of her grasping sex. She felt her clitoris tingling, twitching, burning as the boy's dick stimulated her sensitive flesh. She felt his hands on her legs as he held onto her to steady himself. Her cunt sucked his cock into her with the power of a suction pump. She could tell after a few moments of hard and fast fucking that the boy was ready to shoot his young seed again. She had to delay it.
"That's enough!" she gurgled without even taking Dean's dick from her wet mouth. "Rod, you do it now! I want Micky's cock in my mouth now! I want to suck two cocks at once!"
Micky pulled out of his mother's sucking pussy and walked stiff-legged to her side, holding his hard little prick in front of her face and waiting for whatever she wanted to do to him.
Darlene grasped the boy's slippery hard-on and pressed it against her lips. She opened her mouth wide enough to accommodate both boys' pricks and sucked them both until the defenseless kids gasped and groaned as if they were being hurt in some way. She was excited by the mingling tastes of the boys' salty pre-seminal fluid and the juices of her own recently fucked cunt. She felt the two stiff dicks slipping and sliding together inside her face, felt the boys' bulging cockheads rubbing together in her mouth, felt their slippery pre-cum filling her mouth. She also felt Rod's swollen cock pressing into her stimulated sex. She responded immediately to the boy's entry, working her cunt muscles against the turgid shaft of her fourteen-year-old's penis.
Darlene felt the boy fall over her naked body, felt him put his hands on her swelling knockers. She encouraged him by uttering soft sounds of delight. He fondled her breasts, the very breasts that had nourished him in his infancy. She responded powerfully to the tabooed and thoroughly pleasureable sensations his young hands aroused in her breasts.
Young Rod bucked his hard-muscled young ass against his mother's blazing cunt harder and harder as his balls filled with unbearable tension. He had never imagined anything as exciting. The mere fact that all his brothers and Dean were participating in the wild fuck made his excitement unbearable. There was something nasty and nut-stirring about his incestuous orgy, something that made the boy dizzy with emotion. Rod and all the boys knew perfectly well that they weren't supposed to do such things with their mother, but she was much too beautiful and exciting to resist. Even though Rod's only experience with sex had been with his mother he knew that no woman could satisfy him as completely as she could. It was a feeling that his two brothers and his mother herself shared.
"Bobby! I want you to fuck me now! Stick your little thing in there and fuck me like a little man, darling!" Darlene cried, pulling her head off the two dicks she was sucking, beating them off with two hands, squeezing the two cocks together.
Somewhat reluctantly, Rod pulled his aching dick from his mother's sucking hole and stood beside her, his fingers wrapped around his cock, jacking himself off slowly while he waited for her next instructions. Bobby took his turn between her legs and inserted his little prick into her cunt-hole. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the wild sensations she raised in his stiff prick. He nervously punched his dick in and out of her sweet sex until she told him to stop.
"I want you to fuck me in my ass, Bobby! Yes, Bobby, you heard me! I want you to stick that hard little thing in my asshole and fuck me!" she cried.
"In your ... in your BUTT?! Gosh, Mom! I didn't know you could do that!" Rod said, amazed at the secret things his mother knew about sex.
"I'll roll over and you can watch Bobby fuck me right in my ass!" she hissed, changing her position on the sofa, exposing her pretty butt, which was red where her flesh had pressed against the arm of the sofa.
Darlene reached behind her and spread open the full cheeks of her womanly ass, exposing the puckered ring of her asshole. Incredibly affecting sensations coursed through her hot body when her twelve-year-old son stuck his dick against the puckered hole.
"It won't go in, Mom!" Bobby said gravely.
"Don't worry about that, Bobby. Spit on your dick and push hard against my asshole!" Darlene instructed her son.
Bobby did as he was told and was amazed when his cock finally pushed through his mother's tight asshole.
"Fuck me, Bobby! That's right! Fuck me just the way you did between my legs! Oh, God, that feels good! Fuck me hard! Harder! Your dick is just the right size to go in my ass, Bobby! That's just the way I want you to fuck me always!" she moaned.
Darlene was dying for a cock in her mouth, too. She called Rod and told him to sit on the sofa, his legs stretched out in front of him. She crawled forward until her face was over his lap. She went down on his fourteen-year-old dick and sucked him until he was bouncing up and down with excitement ramming his poker into his mother's face. She felt his satiny-headed cock banging against the back of her throat as she took him deep inside her oral channel. She felt his legs against her tits where her breasts were crushed against his upper legs, felt his toes tickling the flesh of her belly.
"Here, Dean, here quickly!" she cried. "Give me your dick!"
She reached for Dean's arching prick and grabbed it, pulling him toward her. She squeezed the boy's hard-on and jerked her hand up and down over the thing until she knew he was ready to cum again.
Micky moved to the back of the sofa and stuck his dick over the edge of it. Darlene reached up and grabbed her thirteen-year-old's rod and began rubbing the head of it with one hand while she beat off his buddy with the other. It wasn't long until both boys were shooting their wads all over her again.
The hot-assed mother cried out when she felt Bobby shooting his sperm into her asshole, filling her butt with the stuff. She reached behind her when he pulled his slowly deflating prick from her ass and rubbed the dribbling sperm into the crack of her womanly perfect ass.
Rod soon exploded into her mouth, shooting blasts of boy-cream deep down his mother's throat. She swallowed her son's sperm greedily, still sucking on the extremely sensitive head of his young whang.
Darlene couldn't resist reaching under her naked body and massaging her clit until her pussy exploded between her legs. The flood of her orgasm rushed over her and drowned her in dizzying emotion. The boys fell on her, smothering her with kisses. All five of the horny fuckers were lost in the deep peace their wild fucking had brought them. Darlene had never felt so fulfilled. She was happier than she had ever been before, happier in the arms of her four young boys than she had ever been in any one man's arms.
She knew that she would continue her affair with her sons and young Dean. Nothing could stand in their way now. She knew that her activities with the boys would be dangerous for her, knew that she would be walking the thin line of immorality as long as she engaged the boys in hot fucking. But she somehow knew that the danger would be worth it.
She somehow knew that she and her young sons would manage to enjoy each other as long as they found such inexpressible pleasure in their incestuous activities. Darlene felt as free as a bird for the first time in her life and she intended to fly as high as her wings would carry her.
