The overwhelming problems some people face in the course of their lives can frequently lead them to commit acts they would never consider under usual circumstances.
There is the employee who, laid off from his job, stoops to theft in order to feed his family; the witness who perjures himself in order to save a friend; the football player who, under immense pressure to perform extremely difficult plays, takes drugs to improve his performance.
The young mother in this book, Janet, is one of these people, for her problem-an unresponsive husband-leads her to accept comfort and sexual solace in a way most in our society would consider taboo.
HOT AND HUNGRY WIFE-the story of a woman faced with staggering problems-emotional and physical-and the path she takes to solve them. A novel reflecting on just one facet of our complex society.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Believe me, I wasn't always this hot to fuck. In fact, up until a few years ago I guess I was pretty much like all the other women I knew-a little fat, a little stupid, and a little bored. Now I can guarantee that I'm no longer fat or bored; as for stupid, I guess I'll just let you judge that.
It all started with Gerald, my ceramics teacher. I used to take all kinds of night classes and things just to keep busy. Not that the kids didn't keep me busy; it was just that sometimes I needed to get away from the house and do things on my own. After killing myself all day for PTA, Girl Scouts, Welcome Wagon, and about everything else, I needed a way to wind down. And sitting in front of the tube all night just didn't make it.
Harold, my husband, could sit in front of that noisy box all night, every night of the year and be perfectly content. It doesn't matter what's on. I swear I think he watches it just because he doesn't have enough imagination or energy to do anything else. But more about Harold later.
Anyway, Gerald was my ceramics instructor. He was younger than me, maybe in his mid-twenties, and he was single. Not bad looking, but nothing special either. Tolerable, I guess, though at the time I would have rated him higher. Since then my standards have gone up considerably.
The first night I walked into class I could tell that he was looking at me with something that could only be described as lust. At the time I was flattered and a little bit embarrassed. I guess it made me feel good, but I remember hoping that none of the other women in the class would notice it. like I said, I was a little stupid.
Gerald was tall and kind of thin, but he still looked healthy. He wore glasses and he had a beard, but it was well trimmed-something that was very important to me at the time. Even today I wouldn't like a scraggly beard, but then the idea of a beard at all made me very nervous.
He finally asked me to meet him for coffee after class. I was uneasy about it, but accepted. We went to a place near campus and talked. I thought he was terribly cute, and it was evident from the way he acted that he was as nervous as I was.
Nothing happened the first time. Or the second or the third, for that matter. We got to be pretty good friends, but he never asked me to do anything except have coffee with him. I began to wonder if I had been wrong about his interest in me being sexual. Maybe I didn't turn him on at all. After the third time we went for coffee and nothing happened, I became really upset. I wanted him to proposition me so bad I could taste it. Not because I wanted to do anything with him; I had no intention of accepting any invitations from him. But I damn well wanted the refusal to be mine, not his.
The following week I went to class dressed to kill. I was still wearing jeans and a blue cotton work shirt-it'd look pretty stupid to go to a ceramics class in anything else. But I made certain that my hair was freshly washed and set, and I wore a little makeup and some perfume. To top things off, I made certain that my shirt was open to the third button. That way, any time I bent over my tits would be visible. Then, at the last minute, I decided not to wear a bra.
All through class I could hardly contain myself, physically and otherwise. Any time Gerald was near me I came up with an excuse to bend over; I don't know if he actually saw my nipples during any of this, but if he didn't, it wasn't for lack of trying on my part.
Afterwards we were sitting in a booth in the coffee shop, and I could tell from the way he was behaving that I had made an impression on him tonight. Or at least my tits had. That I was teasing him maliciously was something that crossed my mind, but I didn't let it bother me.
At some point the conversation lagged. I had my elbows on the table and was leaning forward, cleavage as visible as possible, when he looked up at me with a strained expression on his face and began to talk. "Janet?"
"Yes," I answered, leaning forward. I could feel my heart beginning to pound, and my panties were getting wet and sticky between my legs.
"I know you're married," he began.
"So do I."
We both laughed then, and I think he relaxed a little bit.
"Well, what I want to know-and I won't be upset if you say no-is, would you like to come back to my apartment with me?"
Here it was! I had done it. Just the thrill of hearing him proposition me practically caused me to cream in my pants. Me, happy housewife, mother of two, being propositioned by a young, virile instructor of ceramics. I loved it! Now was my big chance to assert myself by turning him down.
Only I didn't turn him down.
To my total horror, and to my total surprise, I simply nodded my head in approval. I wanted to scream NO loud enough to upset the entire coffee shop, but somehow the words never made it out through my lips.
I was going to get laid.
* * *
His apartment was small, but nice. I couldn't argue with his taste in interior decorating; it was excellent.
Both of us were so excited we could hardly talk. I could feel my breath coming in short gasps, and my nipples were as hard as they had ever been in my life. Looking down, I could see the bumps in my shirt where they were, and I knew that he was as aware of it as I was.
My cunt was absolutely on fire. It was tingling wildly, and every few seconds I could feel another spurt of hot cream forcing its way out onto my panties.
Jesus, this was delicious!
I couldn't really believe that I was going to go through with it, but here I was, and there was no way out.
Without giving him any explanation, I picked up the phone and dialed home. Steve answered.
"Hello."
"Steve, this is Mom."
"Oh, hi Mom." It was strange to hear how deep his voice was getting. I didn't think about it much because it made me feel old, which I wasn't. I'd been eighteen when Steve was born; now I was thirty-two and he was fourteen.
"Where's your dad?"
"He's asleep."
That figured. Old Harold always fell asleep around nine-thirty, no matter where he was.
"Okay. Don't wake him up. Just leave him a note that I'm gonna be late. I'm helping someone in the class with something."
"All right. Bye."
That was that. It was amazing to find out how easy it was for me to lie.
"That was good," Gerald said from behind me, then sat down on the couch with me and held out a drink.
"What is it?" I asked, somehow scared to try it without asking first. "Brandy."
I just nodded. I had never had brandy before-it wasn't exactly Harold's style, so we never had any in the house.
"Mmmmmm. That's good," I said, feeling the warm liquor spread through my body. I took another swallow. And another. Before I knew it the glass was empty and Gerald was in the kitchen getting me more. While he was gone I unfastened the next button on my shirt; now my tits were practically hanging out, but I didn't care.
Gerald unbuttoned my shirt the rest of the way. I didn't move or say anything, but just stayed where I was and drank my brandy.
It was incredible.
When he finally finished I could feel cool air on my stomach all the way down to my waist. But my nipples were still covered by the dangling shirt.
I decided to change that.
Handing my glass to Gerald, I stood up. I had never felt this excited in my life; my heart was pounding and my breasts were heaving up and down.
Gerald looked like he was about to come in his pants as he watched me strip. I know I was about to come in my pants; they were totally dripping with my own juices.
Before I took off my shirt, I unzipped my jeans.
Then I pulled them down over my ass and let them fall to the floor. His eyes were running up and down my body so fast that it seemed like he was licking me without even touching me.
"Gerald?" I whispered softly. I know I must have been drunk by now, because there's no other way I would have said what I said next.
"What?" he whispered back.
"Do you want to see me naked?"
He nodded. I smiled. I felt incredibly sexy, and I knew that in the dim light my body was going to knock him dead.
"All right."
Without saying anything else, I let my shirt drop to the floor. He gasped as my tits jumped free, completely naked for the first time. They were big and soft, jutting out in front of me with tight, straining nipples.
Then I pulled my panties down and he gasped again. My muff was so wet that the moment my panties were down the unmistakable aroma of sex began to fill the room.
I tossed the panties to him and, like he was in a dream, he caught them.
"Go ahead," I said, totally confident of myself.
"See what they smell like."
He lifted them gingerly to his face, then sniffed them. I could tell from the expression that came to his face that he was wiped out by the aroma.
"Not it's your turn," I said, dropping to my knees on the carpet in front of him.
For a moment he looked confused, but then he began to take his clothes off with an urgency that spoke much louder than words about how anxious he was to get his cock inside me.
I watched.
He was slender, but his body was well-formed. He looked like he exercised to stay in shape; I was about to say something to this effect when he pulled down his underpants and I saw his cock.
"Jesus..." I whispered.
His cock was nine inches long and unbelievably thick. It was incredible. Gerald just smiled.
I had never seen anything like it in my life. Just looking at it was awe-inspiring enough, but thinking about having it inside my pussy practically made me faint.
"God, let's fuck," I said, ready to jump right on top of his meat and start humping.
"Not yet," he answered, and now I was aware that he wasn't shy any more either. I suppose my reaction must have cured him of that, though I don't see how anyone with equipment like his could possibly be shy in the first place.
Then he moved forward and dropped to his knees right in front of me. My tits were almost touching his cock, and I couldn't help but think it looked like we were made for each other.
He touched my nipples, letting his fingers run lightly over the tender buds. I could feel a hard churning within my body; it was as if every nerve in my body was on overtime. I could feel his touch all the way down to my toes.
"Ooohhhhhh," I moaned, and then I took his cock in my hands while he felt my tits. His cock was too much to be believed; even with both my hands I could barely encircle it. Granted, my hands are pretty small in comparison to the rest of my body, but still ...
I began to slide them up and down, feeling the tight skin as it moved over his rod, folding all the way over the head when I reached the top of my stroke, then pulling tight when my hands became buried in his crotch hair.
We were both up off our haunches now, still on our knees but touching each other, rubbing against each other with a force that was little short of wild. I could feel my thigh muscles pulled tight beneath the layer of fat that covered them, and at the same time I was vaguely aware that my legs were spread apart a little bit.
I could feel air on my cunt, fanning it, reminding me again and again with each passing second that my starving muff was empty.
"God, Gerald, let's do it. I want your cock inside me. In my cunt, Gerald, in my cunt," I groaned, hoping the words would make him give in and fuck me.
It worked.
"Yeah, let's do it, baby, let's do it," he gasped, pushing me down to the floor on my back. I spread my legs as wide as I could and waited.
He placed his cockhead at the entrance to my dripping slit. I could feel his hard cock pushing on the pink lips, preparing for the final thrust that would send us both spinning into oblivion.
"Don't wait, Gerald, I can't stand it. Fuck me, oh please fuck me now. NOW!"
The last word was barely out of my mouth when he shoved forward, driving his prick in to the hilt with a single thrust. I was in heaven.
I could feel the walls of my cunt give in a way that was totally different from anything I had ever experienced before. They seemed to stretch and stretch and stretch from the pressure of his massive cock.
"Ohhh, yeah, Gerald, that's it, baby, that's it! Do it hard, now, fuck me hard!"
He began to plow into my cunt, pumping like a piston as I jabbed my starving snatch up to meet him. I could feel my whole crotch grinding against his pelvis, and his cock seemed to be imbedded somewhere near my stomach.
"Come on, baby, this is great. This is the best. . . God ... ohh, yeah."
With each stroke it seemed like my cunt was about to explode, but I knew I could handle him. I lifted my pussy all the way up into the air, trying with each stroke to bring him deeper and deeper into me.
It couldn't last very long.
There was no way, with the intensity that both of us were experiencing, that it could last more than two minutes.
My cunt started to spasm and twitch, and I knew that I was going to erupt any second.
"Harder, Gerald, ohhhh ... harder ... God, make me come ... yeah, that's it ... ohhh ... UUUUHHHHHH!"
Great waves of release shot through me. My cunt contracted wildly, oozing hot cream onto his cock, covering it with slimy goo.
Again and again I exploded and then Gerald began to groan.
A moment later his cock exploded with a force that caused me to come once again. In fact, it was as if I had never come in the first place, so intense were the sensations. My cunt began to contract just as his cock spurted hot, sizzling cum into me.
Again I unloaded my own cream, mixing my juice with his cum until my cunt was a total mess, hot and sticky, filled with our steaming cum.
Finally it was over.
I lay still for a long time, waiting for the pangs of guilt to arrive. After all, I had just been unfaithful to my husband for the first time.
The guilt never came.
I kept thinking of Harold, asleep in his easy chair in front of the television set, and I just plain didn't feel guilty. I felt good. Better than I had in a long time. It was a beginning of sorts.
CHAPTER TWO
A lot happened in the next two months. Gerald and I kept seeing each other, I lost ten pounds, and Harold got on my nerves more and more. If it hadn't been for the kids, I would have left him. As it was, I just sort of went through the motions at home and concentrated on the good times I was having with Gerald.
We really got along well, though after a while I realized that I was more interested in his cock than I was in him. Always before this, having an orgasm had been a real struggle. More often than not I didn't make it. But with Gerald I came every time we fucked.
Still, after several months had passed, I found myself getting a little bored with Gerald. He was a nice person, but the only exceptional thing about him was his cock. By this time I was becoming convinced that my new success in being able to come was less a result of his cock being so large than it was a product of my growing understanding of my own body. The reason I'm sure of this is because by now I was masturbating quite regularly, and having a lot of fun doing it.
There were a lot of ways I would go about it, but the one that I liked best was also the most time consuming and difficult. Still, it was the most rewarding and I did it as often as I could.
Usually the best time to go about it was in the afternoon, while the kids were at school and Harold was working. It was quiet then, and I had plenty of time to enjoy myself.
First I would take a nice, long bath. It was always fun to look at myself in the mirror, especially now that I had lost ten pounds. I don't want to sound conceited, but my looks are one thing I'm totally confident about. I may not be exactly beautiful, but when I want to I can be damn sexy.
Anyway, to get myself all tingly and warm I liked to slumber in the tub and let the hot water run all over my pussy. This was made a lot easier by the fact that we had a detachable showerhead. I was able to get the water right where I wanted it without going through any contortions.
I would start out by running it on my tits, letting it pulse on my nipples, but before long I would get impatient. Two minutes later I would have it exactly where I wanted it; about three inches from my hungry cunt. The hot water was fantastic and I would sit there for maybe half an hour just letting it run all over my pussy. Sometimes I would spread my cunt lips apart to let the pressure get all the way inside my box, while other times I would just he there, my eyes closed, the water making a warm, wet mess out of my pussy.
By the time I got out of the tub I would be totally alive with excitement. I would towel dry, watching my naked tits bounce around in the mirror, until finally I was ready to crawl into the bed.
Naked, I would sit on the end of the bed and look at myself in the mirror. I would feel clean and fresh; just perfect for what I wanted to do.
Slowly, watching my image the whole time, I would run my hands across my tits, feeling the nipples harden, watching the areolas grow bright pink as my excitement increased. Then I would madly caress my tits.
All the while my cunt would be getting hotter and hotter. I had to be careful, in fact, to keep my own hot cream from making a mess on the bedspread most of the time.
Soon I would be impatient again, so my hands would somehow work their way down until they were poised on the outside of my pussy. Then, with my legs spread wide, I would open the lips of my cunt, baring the pink, wet skin inside my slit. Usually I could feel a new rush of excitement at the first sight of my naked muff, and a moment later fresh spurts of honey would become visible on my pussy lips.
For a long time I would just look at myself; then, as soon as I felt like it was the absolute right moment, I would plunge two of my fingers deep into my hot cunt, reaming myself out, pumping and shoving with everything I had.
It was fantastic!
For perhaps ten minutes I would finger myself, rolling and squirming, moaning and groaning, until finally I would come. It was amazing to watch my own cunt at the precise moment when I climaxed, because I could see the muscles contract and a moment later the hot cream would begin to spurt out onto my hands.
Then I would take a nap.
I guess about half my afternoons were spent this way. Sometimes I varied it, like coming in the bathtub with the water on my pussy, or lying in bed with my eyes shut, thinking about someone who might have turned me on recently. But always the result was the same; I would end up exploding all over my hand, and then I would fall asleep.
Not a bad way to spend the afternoon, right?
Anyway, the day I met Richard, I was almost in a frenzy because he knocked on the door just as I was sitting down on the edge of the bed getting ready to take care of myself.
"Shit," I said under my breath, not moving from where I was sitting, hoping whoever it was would go away.
The knock came again, louder this time. "Shit!" I said louder. Who the hell was it? Then, thinking it might be something important, I got up and threw on a robe and went downstairs to answer the door.
When I opened it I saw a man standing outside with a briefcase in his hand. He was about twenty-five, good-looking in a very straight, short-haired way.
"Yes?" I asked, aware suddenly of how disheveled I probably looked.
"Oh, I'm sorry," he said, looking at me in a way that I didn't understand. "You won't be interested in this."
He began to walk away.
"Hey, wait a minute," I called out to him. I couldn't believe that after all the trouble I had just gone to in order to make it downstairs he was going to just walk away like that.
He stopped and looked at me.
"What are you talking about?" I asked
"Well, I'm selling something that you obviously aren't in the market for. It's a weight control program."
I looked at him.
Under normal circumstances I would have just said "You're right" and closed the door. But these weren't normal circumstances. I was horny as a bitch in heat; my cunt was tingling like crazy from the hot water treatment, and here was a man standing at my front door.
"Why don't you come in and show it to me. I may not be fat, but you've no idea all the things I have to give up to stay slim."
He smiled and came in.
As I was showing him to the living room, I wondered how many other women he'd used the same technique on-tell a woman she's not fat when she thinks she's five pounds overweight and she'll follow you anywhere.
He began to tell me about his product, something called Slenderness Now, and I sat on the couch listening to him. Or at least appearing to listen to him. But all I could think about was how hot my cunt was and how here was a young man with, I presumed, a perfectly good cock who was evidently impressed with the way I looked.
Why not?
It occurred to me that you have to take opportunity when it is presented to you. Otherwise you end up sitting around cursing yourself for passing up something you didn't really want to pass up.
I wanted to fuck this guy. And I figured that, at the very least, he owed it to me for disturbing me when he did.
So I pretended to be listening to him as he rambled on and on about proteins, enzymes, amino acids and a lot of other nonsense I didn't care about, while all the time I concentrated on giving him the best possible view of my tits beneath the robe.
It wasn't difficult. The gown was kind of loose and baggy in the front, and second of all, he made it easy for me by reaching forward and handing me little boxes of pills and other things so that I could look at them. All I had to do was reach forward myself and he was blessed with an excellent view of my naked tits.
He loved it.
He also was nervous as hell. I don't think this had ever happened to him before, though I could be wrong. He was obviously getting turned on, but he was also obviously nervous about the whole thing. He kept looking around the house, as if he expected my husband to materialize any moment.
Finally I decided to stop beating around the bush. I was certain he'd take whatever bait I laid out for him; it was just a question of what would be the most fun for me.
In the end I let my legs somehow cross themselves so that one of them protruded, naked, through the opening in the front of the gown. Then I spread them apart slightly; I could tell from the quick blush that mounted his features that my furry snatch was visible to him.
He was like putty in my hands.
"Ah, by the way," I said, clearing my throat and smiling sweetly. "What did you say your name was?"
"Richard," the young man answered, trying desperately not to stare directly at my cunt. I spread my legs a little wider just to make it more difficult for him.
"Well, Richard. I guess you meet some pretty strange people in your business."
"Most of them are nice."
"Yes. I'm sure. But what about the others? What are they like?"
"Oh, nothing special. I think I better go now?"
"Really. Look, I'll buy your product, just don't go so quickly."
He nodded. Then he swallowed, and I watched his Adam's apple bob up and down. By now my cunt was totally in view. I was certain he could see the pink, cream covered lips beyond the hair.
"Did anybody ever try to seduce you?" I asked, running my fingers lightly along my visible cleavage, letting my eyes flirt with him.
"Not really," he answered. Even though he was embarrassed he still looked straight at me, almost begging me to do something besides talk.
I decided that I'd toyed with him long enough. My cunt was tingling, and unless I was badly mistaken his cock was hard and aching to be inside me.
"Well, you know it's happening to you right now, don't you?"
He swallowed again. Then nodded. "Well. Come over here."
Obediently he got up and crossed, then sat down awkwardly on the couch next to me.
"Relax," I said softly, leaning forward and beginning to unfasten his tie. I could see the muscles clenching in his temple; he must be really up tight about all this.
I stripped him.
First his shirt, then his pants, and finally his underwear.
"Not bad, Richard. Not bad at all," I said, looking at his cock. It wasn't as big as Gerald's, but it was plenty big to do the trick. I wasn't complaining.
He seemed somehow comforted to hear himself praised, because he reached forward and pulled my robe apart. My right tit popped free, and I could see from the expression on his face that he was astounded at what he saw.
"Go ahead," I whispered. "Kiss it. Suck it. Do whatever you want to it."
He looked up at me searchingly for a moment, then suddenly leaned forward, burying his head in my warm flesh.
"Yeah, Richard, that's it. Go ahead, do what you want to."
I held his head against my tits, feeling his hot, feverish tongue slip and slide all over them. He seemed to love to shove his face all the way into the soft flesh, burying himself in the valley between the twin, milky pillows.
I began to thrust my chest against his licking, laving tongue.
"Harder, Richard. Do it harder. Suck my nipples, baby, that's it. Oooohhhh, yeah, my nips. Suck hard, baby, suck hard!"
Finally I couldn't stand it any more.
I ripped off my gown, exposing my body completely for the first time.
He pulled back and looked. I think he was a little surprised, in spite of what he had said earlier, to see how slim I was beneath my tits.
"Nice," he breathed, his voice barely audible.
Without saying anything I reached forward and took his head in my hands. An idea had suddenly come to me, and I knew what I wanted.
His tongue.
I wanted him to eat me. I wanted to feel his hot lips on the lips of my pussy, his tongue inside my dripping slit.
Slowly I pulled him forward and down, my hands firm on his head, my eyes never leaving him. Down, down I pulled him until finally he was on his knees in front of me. It was amazing to feel how docile he was in my hands, and for the first time I think I completely realized how powerful a tool my looks were.
"Now eat me, Richard. I want you to lick my pussy till I come. Understand? If you do, well, I'll do something real special for you when you're finished. Real special."
It occurred to me that I was talking to him as if he were a child, but somehow it seemed appropriate. I was his teacher, and he was learning from me. He would do whatever I wanted him to.
I spread my legs.
I could see his eyes gazing up into my open cunt. He could see the dark, furry hair, wet and glistening from the cream'that had oozed out of my quivering slit.
I spread my cunt lips wide, giving him an excellent view of my inner cunt, fanning the flames that were already running rampant within him.
"Do it, Richard. Eat me. Eat my cunt."
He moved forward. His eyes were open, watching intently.
Suddenly his tongue shot out, driving deep into my hot cunt. I squirmed and writhed, suddenly forgetting everything except the questing, probing tongue within me.
"Ooohhhh, yeah, baby, that's it. Do it to me, Richard. Eat me. Oh yeah, that's good. Real good!"
I began to move my cunt around, thrusting it down onto his upturned face, rotating it so that his tongue could probe deeper and deeper into me. It was plunging in and out with a force and quickness that practically took my breath away.
"Fantastic..." I breathed, loving every second of the attention my neglected pussy was getting. I knew this was like a dream come true for him, and he was evidently making the most of it.
I kept spreading my legs wider and wider apart, practically doing the splits so he could get his tongue deeper and deeper into me. I shoved down on his face, grinding against his chin, thrusting my pelvis forward with all the force my body possessed.
Finally I felt it.
At first it was small, almost insignificant in the midst of all the sensations I was experiencing. But quickly it grew stronger, a churning, boiling presence inside my cunt that could mean only one thing.
"Harder, Richard, harder. Oh yeah, that's it! You're gonna make me come, Richard. Make me come!"
He redoubled his efforts, shooting his tongue deep inside me while his chin ground against my tender clit.
I could feel hot cream shooting out onto his upturned face. Again and again I felt my muscles contract until finally I was spent.
It had been fantastic.
Richard's face was covered with my cum, slippery and glistening in the light.
He looked at me expectantly.
I smiled. I had promised him something special, and that was just what I was going to give him.
CHAPTER THREE
I kissed Richard all over his face, carefully licking my own juices from his skin. At the same time I could feel his cock pressing against me, hard and strong in its intensity.
Slowly I began to work my way down, kissing his neck, then his chest, and finally his stomach. When my lips were just about to touch his short, curly crotch hairs, I paused. His cock was touching my cheek, hard and warm against my skin.
"Do it, baby," he whispered. "Suck me off."
I smiled. Sucking him off was only part of what I was going to do.
Opening my lips wide I pushed my throat down onto his rod. I could feel his slick, tight-skinned muscle passing through my mouth and down into my throat.
It felt good.
Finally my lips were at the bottom. I was aware of his bulbous head halfway down to my stomach, and yet I knew I was in no danger of gagging or choking.
I began to slide up and down on him. Slowly at first, but then with gathering speed I moved my mouth over the length of his cock, curling my tongue around it with each stroke, trying to squeeze and caress it at the same time.
"Harder, Janet. Suck me harder."
I complied. After a few minutes I was flying up and down his shaft. I could feel my tits bouncing up and down with each thrust, and somehow I managed to let them brush against his leg as I sucked him, stimulating myself once again in the process.
Just as he was beginning to get really agitated, I pulled myself off his meat, leaving it dangling suddenly in the air, bright and shiny with my saliva all over it.
I looked up at Richard's face.
His eyes were red, practically bulging out of their sockets in his excitement. Slowly a smile spread across my features; I somehow knew that what I was going to do next would please him more than anything else I might do. I wasn't wrong.
With Richard watching my every move I lay back against the couch. For a moment he looked at me as if he were puzzled, so I decided to give him a clue as to what I had in mind.
Reaching up with both hands, I pushed from the outside on my tits, shoving them together on my chest. I could see his eyes grow even larger at the sight of my large, soft melons being squeezed together like this.
I smiled.
"Do you like them, Richard?" I asked, my voice husky with the excitement that had achieved almost a tangible presence in the room.
He nodded.
"Come here."
He moved forward, and at my direction straddled my hips until he was towering over me as I lay, half reclining, against the couch.
"Here," I whispered, gesturing toward the milky valley between my tits.
"What?" he asked, confused.
"Here. I want you to put your cock here."
Suddenly he understood, and judging from the expression of delight that mounted his features, he must have liked my idea considerably.
A moment later his cock was resting snugly in the valley between my tits.
"Now fuck me, Richard. Fuck me as hard as you can."
He began to pump up and down while I held my tits steady, forming a warm slit for his cock. As his rhythm picked up, I began to move my chest up and down against his thrusts, adding to his pleasure with my own growing excitement.
"Come on, Richard. Do it hard. Harder, baby, that's it."
Goaded on by my words he began to thrash and crash through my tits, his bulbous cockhead emerging only at the top for a moment before disappearing once again into the soft flesh of my tits.
It didn't take long for him to come.
After no more than two minutes of this, his cock began to tremble and shudder.
"Come on, Richard. Come on me, come all over me..." I urged, anticipating the delicious taste of cum.
"Ohhh God ... I can't wait ... can't wait ...
UUUGGGGHHHH!"
Suddenly his cock exploded. Hot jism shot out onto me, hitting me on the neck and face, splashing hotly onto my eager, hungry skin. Again and again it happened until finally he was finished.
I was bathed in his cum from my tits up. Some of it was on my face, some in my hair, some on my neck.
I loved it.
Afterwards we didn't waste time lying in each other's arms or anything like that. The kids were due home from school soon, and I had things to do, so Richard left almost immediately.
For the next several months Richard would stop by every two weeks or so and we would have an enjoyable afternoon together. It was never anything serious or intense, but for the most part it was better than simply taking care of myself.
It also opened my mind to lots of possibilities that I hadn't realized were there before that first day. There was something exciting about waiting for an unknown man to come into the house, knowing that if he was at all interesting I was going to try to seduce him. Nine times out of ten I succeeded.
Still, washing machine repairmen, plumbers, and electricians aren't usually the most imaginative or exciting lovemakers, though I realize it's unfair to make a categorical statement like that. At any rate, it wasn't too long before I started getting a little impatient with this as my only sexual outlet; I needed something more.
Since I had definitely decided not to do anything drastic like leave Harold and the kids, I was kind of limited in what I could come up with.
As it turned out, my next big fling wasn't something that I had planned at all, but instead was something that was thrust upon me.
Most of Harold's friends I could take or leave; usually the latter. About the only exception was a younger man named Stafford Brooks who worked for the same insurance agency that Harold worked for. He was in his middle twenties and was good-looking and sure of himself. I didn't get to see him very often, but when I did, I found myself paying a great deal of attention to him.
His wife was a small, quiet girl who was pretty but very fragile in her appearance. She hardly ever spoke, and when she did her voice was as frail as her appearance.
I suspected he was bored with her, and I was right. It certainly didn't take Sherlock Holmes to figure out that she must not be a very imaginative lovemaker; she was the kind of woman who would insist on not fooling around except at night with the lights out and under the covers.
Well, the night that things started happening between Stafford and me was at a patio party given by someone in the company. There were a lot of people there, filling the patio, back yard, and most of the house.
I was wearing a low-cut, lime-colored evening dress that practically didn't have a back to it at all. Since my tan was deep, it looked fantastic and I knew it; Harold had been a little nervous about my wearing it, but I just told him to leave me alone.
Early in the evening I noticed that I was getting stared at by a number of men, a fact which only heightened the level of excitement that I was feeling. In a vague, uncertain way I wanted something to happen that night, but I didn't have any idea what it might be.
Stafford was one of the men who was devouring my body with his eyes, so on impulse I decided to go over and talk to him.
"Hi," I said, smiling a trifle boldly as he fixed himself and his wife a drink.
"That's quite a dress," he said, his deep blue eyes looking searchingly into mine.
"Should I take that as a compliment?"
"By all means."
"Thank you, then. How's your wife?" I asked, my eyes flirting a bit brazenly with him. "She's the same."
"The same as what?"
"Here she comes," he announced, with a trace of dissatisfaction in his tone. I smiled and made a quick exit, then promptly forgot about it.
Later, when things had thinned out a little bit, Harold had disappeared. I think he was playing ping pong with some of the men; he always played ping pong at parties.
I was talking to a group of men on the patio, aware of the way their eyes were furtively glancing down the front of my gown, trying to catch a glimpse of my nipples, which were about the only part of my breasts that weren't visible.
I obliged them by bending over occasionally.
Why not?
Then Stafford joined the group. He was less obvious about it than the other men, but it was obvious that he was just as taken with my tits as the other men were. Finally they left and Stafford and I were alone.
"How's your wife?" I asked, moving closer to him and taking a sip from my drink.
"Asleep."
"Really?"
"Yeah, it's past her bedtime. She conks out at ten no matter where we are."
Although it wasn't as crowded as it had been earlier, there were still plenty of people on the patio. We were standing near the pool; behind us a low stone wall protruded from the back door down to the water. Stafford was standing with his back to the wall, while I was across from him.
Setting my drink down on the ledge, I changed positions, standing next to him, facing back toward the house just as he did.
He wasted no time taking advantage of it.
My back, naked almost to the top of my ass, was to his left. Before I had a chance to react his hand was resting lightly on my shoulders.
I kept talking.
I don't know what I was talking about, but I doubt it made much sense. Both of us were intensely aware of his hand on my back, and the conversation was just a smoke screen to keep what was happening from being too obvious to the twenty or so other people on the patio.
Slowly his hand began working its way down my spine, sending little chills through my entire body.
We kept talking.
Down, down it went until his fingers were resting on the material, which clung rather tightly to my body. For a few moments it seemed like this might create insurmountable problems, but then I found that by arching my back slightly I could produce a gap in the material that gave his fingers room to slip inside.
Almost immediately he did it, pushing his hand down beneath the material. I could feel his strong, dry fingers touching the crack of my ass. Slowly he descended, squeezing the fleshy cheeks with his first and last fingers, while the middle two remained in the dark, warm crease.
We kept talking. Or rather I did. In fact, I spoke in what could only be described as a monologue as he steadily pushed his hand down toward my pulsing, throbbing cunt.
Looking ahead of me, it occurred to me that anyone who glanced at us could probably figure out what was going on.
I hoped nobody looked, because I wasn't about to stop it.
Suddenly his fingers inched lower and penetrated my moist cunt, spreading the lips apart and sliding into the slit.
"Mmmmmm..." I moaned, forgetting to talk in the electric excitement.
He shoved the finger all the way in.
"Aaahhhh..."
"Keep talking."
"You're right," I answered, trying to think of what we had been talking about. I could feel a hot flush mounting my features as he continued to slip his finger in and out of my wet cunt.
Then I decided that if I had to talk, at least I could talk about what I was thinking about. No one could actually hear what I was saying; the important thing was to keep up the appearance of having a conversation.
"Well, Stafford. Your finger is ... mmmmm ... sorry. Your finger is inside me now. It feels ... aahh ... it feels good. I hope you're not planning on stopping ... ohhh yessss ... not planning on stopping until I come."
"You're crazy," he said, a grin spreading across his rugged features.
"Do it, Stafford. Go ahead, make me come right ... mmmm ... right here with all these people watching."
His finger began to flick across my clit, sending hot flashes of excitement through my entire body.
But I couldn't come.
I don't know what it was, but something was keeping me from gaining the release that I wanted. Finally I couldn't stand it any more.
"Stafford?"
"What?"
"Let's make it."
"Right here? That might be difficult."
I looked around me. The entire back yard was lit brightly enough so that it would be impossible to find a corner where no one would see us.
But I had to come up with something.
Finally an idea occurred to me. When I told Stafford about it he grinned and said, "Why not?"
We went inside the house. There were several bathrooms, but the one off the master bedroom didn't seem to be getting as much use as the others. The only problem was that there were four or five people standing around talking in the bedroom.
I wasn't going to let that stop me. My cunt was on fire now, and the only thing that could possibly put the fire out was Stafford's young, hard cock.
I sent him in first. He walked through the room and went into the bathroom without saying anything. From where I was I couldn't tell for certain whether or not anybody had noticed him, but I waited for about two minutes then walked through the bedroom myself toward the bathroom.
"Hey, I think somebody's in there," called out a woman from the group.
"Oh?" I said. Then I cautiously pulled open the door. "Guess not. Nobody's in here."
I entered.
There really wasn't anybody in there, or at least it seemed that way. Closing the door behind me and locking it, I walked two steps forward. It was a fairly large bathroom with carpet on the floor; thank goodness for small favors.
I stood in front of the mirror and turned on the water faucet to muffle any sounds we might make.
Then I felt his arms around my shoulders. He had stepped out of the shower. And he was naked.
I could feel his cock pressing into the small of my back, and without saying anything I shoved against it, feeling its hardness against my skin.
"You're a pretty horny lady," he said softly, pulling one of my straps down over my shoulder. I could see him in the mirror, peering over my shoulder.
"What does that make you?" I returned.
He smiled. Then he pulled my dress down, exposing my naked tits for the first time. He took my tits in his hands, massaging and squeezing them while I watched in the mirror. It was fantastic to see his strong, brown hands on my soft, white tits; I loved it.
Then he stepped away and pulled my dress all the way to the floor so that I was totally naked except for my panties.
He pulled them off as well.
Standing there, I think I felt more raw excitement than I had ever felt in my life. He pushed me forward, my tits going down onto the cold tile of the ledge, while my hips rose up, spreading apart to reveal the pink moistness of my cunt.
With his hand he guided his cock to the entrance. I could feel the bulbous head pressing against the dripping tissues that led into my slit.
Then he shoved forward.
"Uuunnnnnhhhh..." I groaned, trying desperately to keep the level of my voice low. What if somebody heard us?
Spreading my ass cheeks with his hands, he watched his cock glide in and out of my hungry pussy. Slowly at first, then with rising speed and excitement, he thrust his cock in and out of my cunt. Again and again he drove it into me, and each time I felt closer to the release that had been hovering just beyond the reach of his fingers when we were outside.
"Harder, Stafford. Fuck me harder...." I breathed, concentrating on the sensations within my straining, shoving cunt. I could feel his pelvis grinding against me now, shoving harder and harder with each passing second.
"You want it, baby, I'll give it to you."
Almost before the last words had left his lips he seemed to go wild, bucking into my cunt with a force that sent the wind whistling from my lungs.
"Yeah, that's it ... ohhhhh," I groaned. Suddenly my cunt was a seething, churning mass of hot cream ready to explode at any moment.
"I'm gonna come, Stafford, oh, God I'm gonna come ... ohhh ... ohhhh ... OOOOHHHHHH!"
My cunt erupted.
Suddenly it was as if the lid had been taken off a volcano as seething, bubbling cum shot out of my cunt onto his cock.
Almost immediately his cock began to tremble and shudder; my cunt contractions had driven him over the brink as well.
For fully thirty seconds we thrashed into each other, cock and cunt joined in a simmering, sticky cauldron of hot essences. Again and again we both spurted, cum mixing together until at last we were finished.
I felt like collapsing onto the floor, but there wasn't time. Instead, I quickly pulled on my dress, and while Stafford was still pulling on his clothes I left the bathroom.
Much to my relief I found that the group that had been in the bedroom had gone.
We had done it.
CHAPTER FOUR
My experience that night with Stafford opened up a whole new avenue of excitement to me. The thrill that I had felt when his finger had been inside me while we were standing on the patio with all those other people had been exhilarating.
For some reason he and I never got together except when we were at parties or other functions where our families were mutually involved. The challenge to find new and different ways to make love, all within hearing distance of the other people, was as exciting as the sex itself.
We never got caught.
Sometimes I half wanted someone to come upon us while we were fucking in the bathroom, or the garage, or wherever we happened to be going at it. But I suppose that was just an impulse on my part; not something I had really wanted to happen, but something which was exciting to think about.
As far as making it in strange places where one might easily be discovered is concerned, the most complete thrill I ever had wasn't with Stafford at all. In fact, it was with a man whose name I don't even know.
Harold had gotten a big bonus check for something or other-I don't remember what-and he decided to splurge and take me and the kids to Hawaii.
To say that I was delighted would be an understatement; I was ecstatic. I had always wanted to go there, so this was a big opportunity for me.
Because it was such a nice gesture I was feeling especially good toward Harold. I tried to be good to him; really tried. The first night we were there I did the one thing he really liked in terms of sex. I gave him a blow-job.
He fell asleep.
I can still remember it. We were in bed and I was down under the covers. His cock was in my mouth, not quite filling me up because he wasn't completely hard. Nevertheless, I pumped up and down on his shaft, letting his meat go all the way into my throat, then sliding it back out into the warm pocket of air beneath the covers.
Then his cock started to go soft.
No matter what I did it just kept getting softer and softer until finally I gave up and raised my head from under the covers.
He was snoring.
That set the tone for our vacation. Every morning he got up before daybreak to go fishing, so that by eight or nine at night he was totally wiped out. Needless to say, I didn't take particularly kindly to this.
In the meantime Steve, who was sixteen by now, had met a girl who was four years older than he was. Harold flipped out and was ready to demand that he stop seeing her, but I managed to get him to calm down. I don't know why it didn't bother me, but the truth of the matter is that I found the girl strangely appealing.
But more about her later.
By the fifth night I was so horny I couldn't stand it. My cunt was absolutely dripping from what I had been thinking coupled with the fact that I hadn't even had an opportunity to masturbate, much less get laid.
We were staying at one of the big hotels on Waikiki, so finally I decided to get dressed and go down to the bar. I didn't have any specific expectations about it, but I knew that I had to get out of the room and away from Harold and his snoring.
Ten minutes later I walked into the bar. I was wearing a long, flower print dress with a slit in the side that went almost all the way up to my ass. By now I had an excellent tan, so there was no need to wear nylons beneath it.
But I didn't wear panties either. Or a bra.
I can't explain how exciting it is to me to be in a roomful of strangers with absolutely no underclothes on. It makes me feel so feminine I can hardly stand it.
At first I thought I might have made a mistake; the booth wasn't exactly the best place to be in terms of visibility. But I needn't have worried; I had already been spotted by several men at the bar and could feel their eyes on me.
The first one to come over was a middle-aged business executive type. He was nice looking enough, but I wasn't interested. I had already spotted the man I was interested in, and this one wasn't him.
"I'm waiting for someone," I said, truthfully-enough to the businessman.
The man I was waiting for was a sailor. He was sitting at the bar in his uniform, and was acting as if he hadn't noticed me yet.
But I knew he had.
For just a moment when I had been walking over to the booth I had been aware of his eyes on me. I don't know what it was about him that turned me on so much; maybe it was the uniform, though I doubt it. But I do know that just glancing at him out of the corner of my eye from time to time was enough to make me start creaming all over myself. I could also feel my tits, hard and sensitive, straining out against the soft, clinging material of the dress.
I waited.
And drank.
I had a drink called a Polynesian Paralysis which, while not as wild as its name indicated, nevertheless managed to relieve me of whatever inhibitions I might have still had at this point.
Finally our eyes met.
I didn't shun the contact, but instead looked at him frankly and, I hoped, a little provocatively. He seemed a little surprised, perhaps because of the way I looked at him, or perhaps because I looked at him at all.
He wasn't all that good-looking, but somehow it didn't matter. There was a quality about him, something I can't articulate, which was drawing me to him with a force that wasn't going to be denied.
He went back to his drink.
Two minutes later he looked back, and when he was able to see that I was still looking at him he seemed to make a decision.
He joined me.
When he sat down neither of us said anything. For a long time we simply stared at each other. He was young; younger than me by at least ten years. I don't know if he was aware of how old I was; I know I didn't look thirty-four any more than I look thirty-six now.
"Hello," I said.
"Good evening."
Again we were silent. I could feel my heart thumping with anticipation. My cunt was dripping wet. "Why don't we dance?"
"All right."
There was a small dance floor crowded with couples at this time. Somehow it didn't matter, though, since this was a slow number and nobody was moving very much.
Especially us.
I pressed my body against his right from the first moment he took me in his arms. Almost immediately I could feel his cock growing hard beneath the tight pants, while my own nipples were just as hard, pressing against his chest.
By the time we finished dancing I think both of us were on the verge of stripping and fucking right there.
"Where can we go?" he whispered when the song was finished, his voice husky with desire.
"Nowhere. Back to the booth," I answered a shade enigmatically.
He looked confused, but followed me back to the booth, where I gestured for him to get in, then followed, sitting on the same side he did.
I took another swallow from my drink. His arm was around my shoulders, his fingers dangling just a few inches from my left tit.
Reaching beneath the table, I took his right hand and brought it across his own lap until it was hovering above my crotch. Then, with my left hand I slipped the material of the dress to the side, making use of the long slit up the side, so that my cunt was bare.
He still, of course, hadn't seen it, and I knew he was in for a big surprise.
Slowly I brought his hand down.
I wish I could describe the expression on his face when his hand, instead of coming in contact with the dress, was suddenly deeply imbedded in my warm, steamy cunt.
"Surprise," I whispered, spreading my legs apart.
It was all the opening he needed.
Almost before I had completed opening my slit to him, his finger was inside me, sliding in and out of my furry channel, plunging deep into my naked cunt with a force that seemed to say how long it had been since this sailor had been with a woman.
"Nice, that's nice...." I whispered, looking around the room to see if we were observed. As far as I could tell, no one had shown any interest in us.
I pushed my cunt down and forward, bringing his finger deeper inside me, letting it flick and dart across my burning clit.
"Let's get out of here," he groaned.
"No," I returned. "Let's do it here."
He looked startled, then glanced around the room. We didn't have much privacy, and I could tell that he was thinking I was crazy for wanting to do anything like this.
"Do you like my cunt?" I whispered, my lips just a few inches from his face. I could tell that, if I just got him excited enough, he would do whatever I wanted him to.
"Are you kidding?"
"No. How would you like to put your cock inside me, instead of just your finger? Think about it-your cock inside my warm, tight cunt. It's yours if you want it...."
I could tell that it was working.
To seal things off I reached over and began to rub my hand across his crotch, talking quietly into his ear about what we could do and what it would be like.
"You're driving me crazy," he said through clenched teeth.
"But it's a sweet craziness, isn't it? Sweet and wet?"
"God."
I began to unfasten the buttons at his crotch, then slipped my hand inside his underpants. His cock was free.
I could feel it beneath the table, hard and strong in my hand. I wanted to bend over and take it in my mouth, but I couldn't. Everybody in the room would see us if I did that.
Instead, I simply slid my hand up and down his shaft, while both of us tried to look as if nothing was happening.
It wasn't easy.
In fact, once or twice I groaned aloud so that the people in the next booth, an elderly couple, looked at us strangely.
I didn't really care.
Finally, though, I thought of a way we could do it. Laughing and giggling like we were just having a grand old time, I sat down on his lap.
"Mrnmmmmm..." I whispered. His cock was between my legs, not yet aligned with my cunt, but hard and ready for action.
Rotating my ass slightly I reached down and took his cock in my hand, guiding it so that the bulbous head found its way to the wet, quivering lips of my slit.
I eased down.
His cock slid into me.
"Mmmmmmmmmmm..." I repeated. It was all I could say without drawing attention to us.
Looking around the room, I could see that no one was really paying any attention to us. In a way I was disappointed, but more realistically I was glad that things weren't any more complicated than they already were.
It was a strange feeling, looking at all these people who were sitting in the same room but were unaware that his cock was inside me.
Fantastic.
I shifted my weight, experimenting, trying to find a way to move his cock through my cunt. It wasn't easy to do without being noticeable, but we managed. He did most of the moving, thrusting slightly into my tight, wet chamber, while I added to the sensation by reaching down and running my fingers over his cock and my clit.
It was glorious.
I couldn't even see him, and his cock became a kind of detached entity. I was alone in this room, a cock inside me, my pussy dripping with excitement while everybody else went about their business.
Slowly, ever so slowly, we fucked.
In and out, up and down, never making any abrupt moves, not saying anything at all. Again and again his meat slithered into my undulating pussy, then slid almost all the way out. At the latter juncture I could run my fingers quickly over his shaft, feeling my own juices covering it, before he shoved it back into me.
I loved it.
For what seemed like an eternity we kept at it, neither forcing things, both luxuriating in the secret we were sharing. Once a cocktail waitress came to our booth and asked if we wanted any more drinks.
"No thanks. We're just fine," I replied calmly, both of us abating our gentle thrusts for a few moments.
I could feel my orgasm hovering just out of reach, a distant butterfly locked far inside my body. I knew that I would have to heighten the intensity of our lovemaking if I was to come, but by now I wasn't concerned.
I could do it.
There was a strange intensity in fucking like this, almost as if, because we had to be silent and unobtrusive, we had to tighten the controls on our emotions, harnessing them so that the sole outlet was through our actual fucking.
To heighten the friction between his cock and my cunt, I brought my legs tightly together, squeezing him strongly, making it feel for him like his cock was in a tight, hot, slippery chamber that was grasping and squeezing at him furiously.
I rotated my hips on his pole, grinding down into him softly.
It was coming.
Only a little more.
My fingers were all over my cunt and his cock now, flashing over my clit, flicking on his meat, dancing everywhere as the churning, frothing mass of cum within me came closer and closer to the surface.
He seemed to sense what was happening, because when I finally did explode, his cock expanded at almost exactly the same moment.
"Uuuuhhhh..."
"Godddd..."
Suddenly my cunt was a warm, sticky mess, delightfully fragrant, filled with sizzling, slippery cum.
For a long time we just sat there, his arms around me, both of us staring with unseeing eyes out at the rest of the people in the bar.
I was brought back to reality by the squishy sound of his shriveling cock slipping out of my ninny cunt. For a moment I thought about what to do, then I did it.
Without a word I got up.
There might have been a split second when my crotch was exposed, but I don't think so. The dress fell into place quickly.
Then, before he could get his own trousers fastened and follow me, I walked out of the bar and onto the street outside. It was less than a block to the beach, and a cool, ocean breeze seemed to be begging for me to go there.
Five minutes later, my cunt still filled with our respective juices, I was walking along the sand, my shoes in my hand. The breeze was cool, but not cold, and felt good on my hot, flushed body. I desperately wanted to take off all my clothes, but I couldn't. There were other people out on the beach, too many to make it feasible for me to do something like that.
So I walked.
And walked.
Before too long I came to a place where the beach was met by a park. There were palm trees everywhere and grass; rich, lush grass.
I sat down with my back to a palm tree. It was rough, but not uncomfortable.
Then I lifted my skirt, baring my still simmering cunt to the cool breeze, letting it fan my pussy, feeling its gentle breath on the wetness that was in my cunt and on my inner thighs. I smiled.
This was heavenly.
CHAPTER FIVE
The rest of the time we were in Hawaii I managed to keep myself under control. Believe me, it wasn't easy. The main thing that made it difficult was, believe it or not, watching Steve with a twenty-year-old girl he had met. I know it sounds strange, but there was something about that girl that really made me react in odd ways.
Steve and Stephanie were staying in a room down the hall from the one that Harold and I had. Stephanie was thirteen at the time, so I don't know how aware she was of what Steve and the girl, Barbara, were doing. Probably more than I give her credit for, anyway. Kids are like that.
Barbara was really exciting to look at; there was no question about that. She was blonde, with a dark tan and natural, simple features. Her body was slim and well proportioned, and yet there was something about her that made me able to view her growing relationship with my son without getting overly upset.
I did take Steve aside and talk to him once, preparing him for the possibility of getting hurt. He just laughed and told me not to worry, he could take care of himself.
So I didn't worry.
Then one afternoon I was on the beach with Stephanie while Harold was fishing and I had to go to the bathroom. Leaving Stephanie, I went upstairs to the room, and on the way I had to pass the room that Steve and Stephanie were sharing.
At the time I thought that Steve and Barbara were out on the beach somewhere; at least that was the impression that they had given me.
That impression was wrong.
As I passed their door the first thing I noticed was that there was a Do Not Disturb sign hanging on the doorknob. When I stopped, I heard sounds coming from the room. Sounds of lovemaking.
At first I didn't know how to react; should I be angry? Hurt? Sad?
I decided that I was none of these. I was basically intrigued.
And a little turned on.
It was something that I had never admitted, even to myself, but in the last year or so I had been finding myself more and more attracted to Steve. I know it sounds crazy, but he was such a good-looking boy; and now that he was becoming a man, well, I just couldn't overlook the fact that he had a tremendous appeal about him. After all, it isn't just every sixteen-year-old boy who ends up with a good-looking twenty-year-old girl when he's on vacation with his family.
At any rate, I stood outside the door for a few moments listening. I could hear Barbara moaning, and could occasionally make out the actual words she was saying.
"Ohhhhhhhh ... yes, Steve. Now do it. Ohhhh that's it, now harder ... ohhh, harder ... ohh that's fantastic."
And so on.
I could feel my cunt beginning to tingle; in a way it was shameful, but right then I didn't care. It didn't really matter as far as I was concerned; what was going on beyond that door was intensely erotic, and I was simply having a physical reaction to it. No more, no less.
Or so I thought.
Looking up and down the hallway I saw that there was no one about. No maids, no guests.
I had a key to both our room and Steve and Stephanie's room. Hesitating for a moment, I finally decided to use it.
Discreetly, of course.
Quietly I slipped the key into the lock, then turned it. Fortunately there was no click, and a moment later the door was unlocked, but still closed.
Again I looked up and down the hall-no one. I slipped the door open.
Inside, the first thing I saw was Steve's muscular young body. They were on the second bed, and hadn't noticed that the door had been opened. In fact, judging from the way they were going at it, I could probably have walked in and taken a seat and it wouldn't have made any difference.
But I didn't go inside; instead, I contented myself with standing outside and peering in through the four-inch crack in the door.
Steve was pumping madly. With each thrust I could see the muscles in his back and his ass grow tense, rippling beneath the skin while he banged away.
Beneath him was Barbara, her dark brown skin broken deliciously by strips of white where her bikini had been.
I could feel my cunt beginning to pulse and flow as I watched.
Barbara had her eyes closed, her legs spread, and her arms wrapped around Steve's back. His cock was flying in and out of her squirming pussy, surprisingly large for someone his age.
She never stopped moaning, her voice a low, husky whisper.
"C'mon, Steve, do it. Fuck me, baby, fuck my cunt ... ohhhhh yeah, that's it. Harder ... fuck me harder . . , ohhh yeah!"
Then she wrapped her long, slender legs around his back and pulled him deeper into her cunt. Now I could see her tits, white and soft as they bounced and jiggled.
I couldn't help it; I loved it.
"Ohhhh Steve ... are you coming? Don't come inside me ... come on my body ... ohhhhhh I want it on me..."
Steve seemed to suddenly go absolutely crazy. His rate of thrusting practically doubled, and then with a wild, crazy motion he pulled out of her, his long, red cock wet with her sizzling cream.
With a groan, he took his hand and wrapped it around his young meat.
A moment later he came.
Great, sticky gobs of jism shot out of his cock, flying through the air and landing on Barbara.
"Ohhhhh yeah..." she moaned, squirming beneath the pouring fountain of cum. The first wad hit her on the face, and almost immediately her wet tongue slid out and gobbled it down.
Then one landed on her tits.
Finally he was finished, but she didn't seem to notice it. Her hands were sliding all over her body, rubbing the dripping cum into her skin, smiling as if this was the most heavenly experience she could imagine.
Just then I hard someone coming down the hall, so reluctantly I closed the door and walked down to our room, my mind a jumble of conflicting emotions.
Why had I been so turned on by what I had seen? He was my son. MY SON!
After a few minutes, however, it didn't seem so strange. He was a beautiful specimen of humanity, and so was she.
Why shouldn't I be turned on?
* * *
All afternoon as I lay on the beach I kept thinking about what I had seen. My mind was filled with images of those two young bodies heaving and slamming into each other. I could hear Barbara's groans and I could see Steve's long cock sliding in and out of her undulating, straining pussy.
By the time I went inside I was as horny as a bitch in heat. My cunt was dripping; the crotch of my swimsuit was wet and creamy with my juices.
I had to get fucked.
Or, failing that, I had to masturbate. Since I was alone, the latter course seemed more feasible, but before I could even begin running the water in the bathtub, the door opened and Harold walked in.
He was drunk. Or at least he had been drinking. And, judging from the way he was staring at my body it seemed-likely that he had been doing some girl-watching in the bar.
"Well, look who's here. The mighty fisherman himself. Catch anything?"
"Fuck you."
I almost gasped out loud. That wasn't like Harold at all. For the most part, in addition to being lazy he was emotionally docile.
"What did you say?"
"You heard me."
His eyes ran over my body, still slick and glistening with the suntan oil I'd used all afternoon. So the old fart wanted to fuck me, was that it? I couldn't believe it. It had been so long since we'd done anything I even wondered if he'd be able to get it up. Still, I was horny and he was a man.
"I take it, then, that you want to fuck me."
"You're a bitch."
"You're not answering my question."
For a moment there was silence. I released the strap that held my top in place; my tits jumped free.
"How many other guys you been fucking?"
"Why Harold, I didn't know you noticed such things." I stepped out of my bottoms. His eyes went straight to my cunt.
"Answer me."
"No more than a dozen. Maybe fifteen."
"Don't be a smart-ass. Tell me the truth." Obviously he thought I was exaggerating. All right then, I'd really blow his mind. "You really want to know the truth?"
"Yes."
"Twenty-two."
"Christ!" He walked unsteadily toward me until he was almost touching me. I could smell the liquor on his breath as he glared down at me. For some reason he appealed to me more in that moment than he had in years; at least he was getting worked up about something instead of taking everything sitting down.
"Can you get it up, Harold?" I asked sweetly, unfastening his belt buckle and pulling down his fly.
"Does that answer your question?" he growled. His cock was rigid.
"Not bad. You must have a lot of cum stored up in there. When was the last time we-"
Suddenly he grabbed me by the hair and forced me back onto the bed. I tried to struggle, not because I didn't want to fuck him but because I just didn't want him to have everything on his terms.
It didn't work.
He was surprisingly strong, and his left arm was more than powerful enough to keep me pinned in place while he stripped off the rest of his clothes.
Then he scrambled forward until he was straddling me, his knees beside my tits, his cock and balls just above my face. I could see his fat belly above his cock, white and soft, but somehow it didn't matter.
His cock dominated everything.
"Suck it," he growled.
"Fuck you."
"Goddammit, suck it! Now!"
He grabbed my hair again and yanked. I yelped in pain. Then he pulled my face up until my mouth was practically touching his scrotum.
"Don't even think about biting it."
There was nothing to do but obey him. I let my tongue slide out and run across, the wrinkled skin of his sac, and almost immediately I could feel it tighten in response to what I was doing.
"That's it. Keep it up, now."
"You keep it up," I managed to say before he jerked my hair again. I couldn't resist saying it.
But he did keep it up. Beautifully.
As I ran my tongue all over his balls, and then up and down his shaft, I somehow lost sight of whose cock it was that I was sucking. My mind, already filled with images of the afternoon and what I had seen between Steve and Barbara, started playing tricks on me.
It was Steve's cock that I was sucking. Not Harold's. Instead of this old, fat body on top of me, I was beneath a young, slim, hard form. In my mind, anyway.
As I slid up and down his slimy shaft I kept thinking about Steve's long, red cock as it pounded in and out of Barbara's willing cunt. I bet she had done this to him too, before I had arrived.
Damn ... I was really getting turned on.
"Harder, dammit."
Harold's harsh voice brought me back to reality. As my mind had wandered I had slowed down what I was doing, and as a result he was getting impatient.
I redoubled my efforts, trying to concentrate on the present. Harold's meat was bigger, stronger than I had ever seen it. It filled up my whole throat, slamming deeper and deeper into me with each stroke.
"That's better."
Then Harold let go of my head and put his hands behind his own ass, jamming two fingers deep into my cunt.
"Uuuuuuhhhh!" I groaned, squirming in his grasp.
"Shut up."
Then he pulled his fingers out and held them in front of him, just a few inches above his cock. Looking up, I could see that they were glistening brightly.
He stuck them in his mouth and licked them.
"Not bad," he admitted, tasting my cream. "For an old bitch."
I almost laughed. He couldn't get to me with that; I might be thirty-four, but there wasn't anybody on the beach with a better body than mine.
When I didn't get angry he became impatient and, becoming rough one more time, he grabbed my hair and pulled my mouth off his cock.
"Roll over," he commanded.
I did as I was told.
A moment later I was on all fours, my tits brushing against the bedspread as they hung down from my chest. From behind me Harold grabbed my ass, spreading my cheeks apart so that he could get a good view of my wet, dripping cunt.
Then I felt his cock against the lips of my pussy, his bulbous head forcing its way through the mushy tissues toward the pulsing interior of my cunt.
"Go ahead, Harold. Fuck me. Don't play around, just fuck me."
"Shut up." He slapped me hard on the ass. The stinging sensation felt strangely sweet, almost enjoyable.
Then his cock was inside me, jamming me, plunging into my pussy with all the force that Harold could muster.
It was fantastic.
I closed my eyes, and once again found myself thinking about Steve and Barbara. Suddenly I was Barbara and Harold was Steve. The cock that was sliding in and out of my cunt was long and red, not thick and purple like Harold's. I thought about the way Barbara had squirmed and moaned, and found myself doing just the same thing.
"Mmmmmm ... yeah, that's it baby, that's it. Slam your cock into me, that's it...."
"Shut up."
Wildly now he jammed into me, his cock raging forward with each wild thrust, then sliding almost all the way out of my cunt before once again plowing inside me.
"Do it, Harold, do it to me ... it's been so long, fuck me Harold, fuck me hard."
He slapped my ass again. I could feel it stinging and tingling, but I didn't care. Nothing mattered now except his cock.
Steve's cock.
But there was more to it than that. I kept thinking about Barbara as well. The way she moved, the way her tits slid around on her chest, the way her thighs strained to accept the cock that was pummeling her.
It was all strange.
Then I felt Harold's cock beginning to shudder.
"Don't come inside me, Harold. Come on me, take it out and come on me..."
I wanted to feel it the same way that Barbara had felt it, hot cum splattering on my skin.
For some reason Harold went along with it. Two more thrusts and then he pulled his cock out of me. Immediately I twisted beneath him, ending up on my back just in time to see his cock, slick and glistening with my honey, suddenly erupt.
Hot cum flew through the air and landed in the valley between my tits.
My fingers found it and rubbed it into my skin. Then another glob landed on my throat. And another on my cheek.
By the time he was finished there were wads of cum scattered over the top half of my body from my stomach to my face. I rubbed my hands in it, closing my eyes and thinking of Barbara. I smoothed it all over my body, bathing in it, rubbing it into my tits, my neck, tasting some of it, luxuriating in it.
But it wasn't Harold's cum; not in my mind, at least. It was Steve's. My son's.
Keeping my eyes closed I continued to rub it into my skin, loving every sticky second that passed, knowing that something powerful was happening inside me as I did it.
Finally I was finished, but when I opened my eyes I saw that Harold was gone. Where was he?
Somehow it didn't matter.
I had a lot of things to think about.
CHAPTER SIX
Barbara lived about two hours away from Spring Valley, and after we got back home from vacation, she came to visit Steve occasionally and spend weekends with us. Whenever she was around Harold got in a bad mood and spent as much time away from the house as possible, but I was glad to see her.
So was Steve.
I don't think he was really lovesick or anything like that; the way they treated each other seemed more mature, more calm than that. They liked each other a lot, and they loved to fuck.
I never saw them actually fuck again, but I knew they were doing it. Believe me, if I had been given half a chance I would have loved to see them going at it, but there was no way that was going to happen. They were too discreet to let it happen.
Then one afternoon I got left alone at the house with Barbara. Harold was out playing golf, and Steve had to go on a half day field trip with his science class in school.
We sat on the back patio and talked for a long time. Both of us were in bikinis, and strange things began to happen.
We were getting turned on.
I wasn't surprised at my own reaction; ever since seeing her with Steve in Hawaii, I had been aware of the fact that her young, slim body appealed to me. Other women, since that time, had also caused ripples of excitement to run through me, but it had never really occurred to me to do anything about it. Then she said something that really got us going.
"Do you ever sunbathe naked?"
"Not really."
"Why? I'm sorry, I really shouldn't-"
"No, that's all right. I guess I just never really had the opportunity."
"What do you mean?" she laughed, looking around the yard. "You could do it right here."
She was right. There really wasn't any way someone could see into the back yard; it was as private as it needed to be.
"Come on, Janet. Why don't we do it now?"
"Now?"
"Sure."
She stood up and calmly took off her top. I tried not to stare at her tits but it was no use; they were so perfectly formed, so firm that I just had to stare.
Then she stepped out of her bottoms. Her cunt hair was reddish brown, soft and downy and forming a perfect triangle.
"There, that's better," she said, sitting back down in her chair and spreading her legs casually. I could see the lips of her pussy; there were a few dewdrops of honey covering them.
"Your turn," she announced cheerfully. It was all so strange; I felt like I was in a dream. But I knew that, eventually, I was going to take off my bikini as well. I wanted her to see my body.
"This is really strange; here I am with my son's girl friend getting ready to take my clothes off."
"Don't say that. You love it."
She was right. I stripped, slightly self-conscious but proud of my big, firm tits and slim stomach.
Then I sat down, uncrossing my legs as casually as she had done a few moments earlier.
She stared straight at my pussy, making no effort to hide her interest.
I spread my legs a little wider.
"Your pussy's wet," she whispered, still staring at it.
"I know."
"Why?"
"I don't know."
"Bullshit."
Her hand was near her crotch, and after she finished speaking she let it slide across the soft fur of her triangle until finally two fingers reached her slit and spread the lips apart.
Suddenly I could see deep inside her, and in the next moment two separate spurts of honey found their way out between her fingers, running in sticky rivulets downward.
"You know you're beautiful, don't you?" she asked in a husky voice.
I could only nod.
"And you know what I want to do, don't you."
"No."
"Do you want to find out?" I nodded again.
She got up and walked toward me, kneeling at last in front of me. Her face was even with my tits, and before I could react she reached out and kissed them, letting her tongue run wetly over my nipples.
"They're so big," she whispered, letting her fingers touch the white flesh while her eyes and tongue devoured me.
"I know."
"And the nipples. They're almost too big to fit in my mouth."
"Try."
She tried, and succeeded. Her mouth was suddenly all over them, licking and sucking, laving and swishing as she sought to bring my arousal to a fever pitch before she descended to my cunt.
She succeeded.
Earlier on I had been feeling a little nervous about the whole thing, but now I didn't care. All I wanted was to eventually feel her hot tongue inside my pussy, jabbing and darting all over my clit and into the hot, wet folds of my cunt.
As she sucked me I began to play with her tits. They were firm and smooth; the nipples were about a quarter the size of my own, and yet when they were erect they were incredibly exciting.
"Goddddddd..." she groaned, her arms circling my neck and pulling me down onto the grass.
Then out lips met, and for the first time in my life I found out what it was like to kiss another woman. It was amazing.
We seemed to know exactly what the other wanted without saying anything. Her tongue was alive, and my own moist probe seemed more inspired than it had ever been in my life.
"Oooohhhh yeah, Barbara, oohhhhhh..."
Then her finger shot into my cunt and I practically exploded right then. She knew exactly what to do; first she plunged the finger deep into my simmering hole, but just as quickly she began to flick it across my swollen, tender clit.
A moment later she rolled on top of me, grinding her cunt wildly down against my crotch, thrashing madly against me.
I couldn't stand it.
I had to have her tongue inside me.
"Eat me, Barbara. Don't wait, do it now. Eat my cunt now!"
Obediently she began to slide her face down across my stomach, heading for my dripping snatch. As I waited for her to get there I could feei my cunt already beginning to spasm in anticipation of what she was about to do to me. Then she was there.
I could feel her breath fanning my cunt, sending my excitement higher and higher with each passing second. But her tongue waited, hovering just out of reach, not touching the dripping petals of my pussy.
"Jesus, Barbara, you're driving me crazy. Come on, my cunt's on fire!"
Still, she hesitated, blowing lightly on my muff, holding back for some reason that I didn't understand. I could see her face below, looking into my simmering slit, staring at it without moving.
Then her tongue darted out.
"Oh yeah, that's it. That's it...."
At first she stayed near the entrance, flicking and darting across the lips, teasing my clit, heating me up to the point that I thought my whole body was going to explode.
"Inside, Barbara. Inside. I want your tongue inside me..."
She seemed to know what the time had come, because a second later she jabbed downward, driving her tongue all the way into my dripping slit. Almost immediately an entire new series of contractions shot through me; her tongue was incredible. I'd been eaten out by men before, but it had never been like this.
"Come on, Barb, make me come ... make my cunt explode ... you can do it, I know you can...."
She did just that.
Grabbing my pussy lips with her fingers, she spread them apart so wide that I thought my whole cunt must be visible to her. Then, with her tongue still shooting into me, laving and swirling through my pussy, she began to rub one finger lightly over my tight, sensitive clit.
I could feel my juices gathering inside me, boiling and churning, driving upward with a force that would ultimately shoot my cum from my body and into her hungry, sucking mouth.
"Yeah, that's it, baby, that's it! Ohhhh ... just a minute ... ohhh ... godddd here it comes ... ohhhh AAAAHHHHH!"
My cunt exploded.
Hot sizzling cum shot out and onto her lips. I could feel her tongue working wildly, lapping up everything that was pouring out of me. It was amazing.
I had never had such an extended orgasm in my life. For what seemed like half an hour my cunt continued to pour honey into her mouth, and during the entire time she never once lifted her lips away. It seemed as if she loved eating my cum as much as I enjoyed giving it to her.
Then, finally, it was over.
* * *
I told Barbara everything. About seeing them in bed in Hawaii, about the attraction I felt for Steve, about the conflicts I still felt about all of it.
"Do you want to see it again?"
"What?"
"Me and Steve."
I didn't know what to say. Deep down I knew that yes, I did want to see it again. But it wasn't that simple, and in a way I was trying to put all the feelings I had about Steve away somewhere they wouldn't bother me.
Seeing them again wouldn't help that.
But still. . . "How?"
"Simple. After your husband goes to sleep tonight, I'll get Steve to make love to me in the den. You can watch through the door just like you did last time and if you want to come in-well, that's up to you."
I thought about it, unable to deny that I wanted it to happen, yet still I hesitated. Finally, however, whatever resolve I might have possessed crumbled.
"All right. Tonight, then."
Harold cooperated nicely, falling asleep around nine as usual. Since that one unusual night in Hawaii he hadn't touched me, nor had he asked me what I was doing with other men. Things were back to normal.
The den was downstairs, and there was a fireplace, a thick carpet, and a large couch. I'd often thought it would be an ideal place to make love, but had never had the opportunity.
Barbara was amazing to watch in action.
They were sitting on the carpet in front of the fire, Steve's arm around her shoulders. Even being objective about it, I had to admit that he was a good-looking boy. His features were smooth and regular, and there was a pleasant sensitivity about him that contrasted nicely with his rugged, athletic appearance.
I was wearing a long, flimsy gown, primarily because I wanted to have ready access to my own body while I watched the two of them go at it. By releasing the sash in front, I could easily slip my hand and, more importantly, my fingers, anywhere I wanted.
Barbara began to kiss Steve, her wet tongue slipping out into his mouth. He was slightly clumsy in his response, but it didn't seem to matter. When her hand reached down and began to unfasten his trousers, however, he hesitated, pulling back from her.
"I don't think we should."
"How come?" Barbara asked him. "We might get caught."
"So what?"
"Are you kidding? What do you think mother would do if she caught me down here making it with you?"
Barbara shrugged, continuing to unzip his pants. I could feel myself beginning to get excited at the prospect of seeing Steve's cock again.
"Come on," he urged, trying to resist her but not doing a very good job of it.
"Don't worry. They won't come in on us. Besides, it's so nice here beside the fire."
This was the last thing she said for a while, for at that moment his cock jumped free of his underwear, jutting forward in the dim light. As soon as she saw it, she began to go down on him, pausing for a moment at the head of his cock so that her tongue could lick him.
"God, Barbara."
"Shhhhhhh..."
She licked his tongue carefully, making it glisten in the firelight, and then she put it in her mouth. I almost gasped out loud.
It was incredible to watch her at work. Her mouth opened wide and then, without so much as a single hesitation, she began to slide up and down the length of his meat, her tongue licking and swirling around it with each stroke.
"God, Barbara, be careful. What if they hear you?"
She gave no evidence she had heard, and from the level of the slurping sounds she was making, it was evident that she wasn't paying much attention to what he was saying.
Finally she pulled her head from his cock and stood up. Steve started to say something but she held a finger to his lips.
Then she stripped.
Thirty seconds later she was naked, and without realizing what I was doing, I slipped my hand beneath my gown and began to finger myself.
Steve looked up at her, and I could tell that he was losing track of such mundane things as where they were and the chances of being caught.
His eyes devoured her body.
"Now it's your turn," Barbara whispered.
Steve complied.
My eyes must have grown wide as I watched my son strip. This was a much better view than the one I had had before, and I could hardly contain myself.
His young muscles rippled as he pulled off his shirt, and a few moments later he was completely naked. He was beautiful; that's the only word I can think of to describe it.
My finger was practically flying in and out of my cunt now. I could feel my clit swelling and straining in response as I watched them.
There were no mixed emotions this time. I knew I wanted to see them.
"Lie down," Barbara whispered. Steve obeyed.
Then Barbara straddled him, placing his cock at the entrance to her pussy. The firelight flicked across their bodies in a way that made my cunt go practically crazy.
They were both so beautiful ...
Barbara slowly lowered herself onto his cock, letting it slide gently into her wet cunt.
"Yeah..." she whispered as he impaled her. Up until now I think she had been aware that I was watching them, but once his cock was inside her, it was evident that she was only concerned about fucking him.
Slowly at first, the muscles in her legs straining with the effort, she rode up and down his tool. I watched, marveling at the way his glistening shaft moved in and out of her, spreading apart her perfect cunt lips with each tender stroke.
Above, her tits began to slowly bob and weave, and I could see Steve's hands reach up and begin to play with them, moving them around her chest.
"That's it, Steve, that's it...." she whispered as she picked up the tempo of her movements.
She began to slide up and down his cock faster and faster, the muscles of her legs and ass bunching tightly beneath her smooth skin with each stroke.
"Oohhhhhh yeah, that's the way, Steve, that's the way. Fuck me, baby, fuck my cunt...."
Steve started to thrust up into her, shoving his cock deeper and deeper into her cunt. His eyes were open, watching her body above him.
I could see his cock each time it emerged from her cunt, and I found myself half closing my eyes and pretending that it was my cunt that he was fucking. Just the thought of my own son's cock sliding in and out of my starving pussy practically sent me over the top, but I held on. I wanted to come when they did; that way it would be almost as if I were a part of their lovemaking.
It didn't take long.
"Oh God, Steve, harder. You're gonna make me come ... harder..."
Steve, his face contorted beautifully with the intensity of his excitement, began to slash wildly into her shaking, quivering pussy. She closed her eyes, gasping wildly for breath, and then it happened.
"GAAAGGHHHHH!"
Her back arched wildly and for a few seconds she froze, every muscle in her body taut and straining as release shot through her.
Steve kept pumping, and a few moments later he practically lifted both of them into the air as his cock exploded.
I couldn't stand it any more.
Releasing the forces that I had held in check this long, I let my cunt overflow, the hot cum shooting out onto my hand while I watched Steve and Barbara thrashing in front of me.
At last, all of us were finished.
I felt strangely satisfied, as if I had actually been part of their lovemaking. Quietly I walked upstairs to the bedroom and climbed in bed.
I couldn't go to sleep immediately, but I didn't mind. Again and again I kept seeing the two young bodies slashing into each other.
Soon one of those bodies would be mine.
I was certain of it.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Though I was certain that night that I would soon be doing the things with Steve that I had been fantasizing about, nothing actually happened between us for a long time. It was, I guess, easy enough to understand.
I was nervous.
After all, he was my son. It's pretty hard to start making advances on your own son, even if you are almost certain he will respond. I kept having doubts, however, that kept me from doing anything.
At the same time, I was definitely certain of one thing; it was young men I was interested in. Stev was the ultimate goal, but in the meantime there could be others.
I didn't exactly go out looking for them, but somehow things started happening without much effort on my part.
First there was Jimmy.
He was our yard boy. Twice a month he came around to the house and mowed the lawn. Up until now I had never really paid much attention to him, but with my new sensibilities, it was only natural that he should come under careful scrutiny.
It was obvious he was infatuated with me.
Whenever I was in the back yard sunbathing on the days that he came, I could tell that he had a difficult time taking his eyes off me. Especially my tits. He would push the lawnmower around and pretend that he was paying attention to his work, but in reality his eyes almost never left my tits.
I began to wonder if I should take advantage of the situation. After all, here was a boy about Steve's age who could offer me much the same kind of experience that I would be able to have with Steve if I could only get up the nerve.
Why not?
The next time he came I got myself ready by going through my whole afternoon routine. I stripped, got in the shower, and used the handheld shower head to get my entire body primed and ready. By the time I stepped back out onto the bathmat my cunt was warm and wet, excited by the jet stream of hot water that had been playing on it while I bathed.
After toweling dry I lay down on the bed and ran my fingers lightly over most of my body. Just by closing my eyes I could pretend that it was Steve who was touching me, and the result was that I had to force myself to stop short of coming.
Then I put on my bikini and went out back.
Jimmy was far away at first, but after a few minutes he came closer to where I was lying face down on a beach towel. My top was unfastened, and I knew that his eyes were firmly locked on the sight of my tits as they pressed into the ground, spreading out widely from the weight of my body.
When he was close I raised up, intentionally forgetting to refasten my top. The result was that, for a few moments, both my tits were hanging naked beneath me.
Jimmy almost fell down.
I had to laugh, but it was also important that I appear embarrassed. Somehow I managed, finally getting my top back on as Jimmy, still wide-eyed pushed the lawnmower past me.
I gestured to him to turn it off.
"Ready for some lemonade?" I asked.
"Sure," he replied, pretending nothing had happened. He was a couple of years younger than Steve, with blonde hair and blue eyes, along with just about the most innocent expression I had ever seen on a young boy.
This was going to be fun.
As we neared the house I told him to wait on the patio while I got his drink. Then I went inside and, as quickly as I could, changed from my bikini into a bathrobe.
Then I returned.
"Sorry, Jimmy, but there isn't any lemonade today," I told him gravely. He looked disappointed. "Why don't you just sit down and rest for a while."
"All right."
He seemed confused, but was willing enough to do as I told him.
As soon as he was sitting down I stood up in front of him and calmly took off my robe.
His eyes bugged out and he gasped for air. Then he tried to turn his head away.
"Don't do that, Jimmy," I said sternly. "Don't you like my body? I've seen you trying to look at it for so long I just thought I'd give you a chance to see it."
"I. . . I'm sorry-"
"Don't be silly. It's perfectly normal for a young boy-excuse me, a young man-like yourself to be interested in a woman's body. Right?"
I had my hand on his thigh now, rubbing it lightly on the outside of his trousers.
"I ... I don't know..."
"Shhhh."
I began to unbuckle his pants, feeling delightfully wicked as I did so. What would his mother think? The idea practically made me giggle.
He couldn't take his eyes off my tits as I pulled down his pants. They were bouncing and jiggling just a few inches away from his face, and I could tell he was just dying to bury his head in my soft melons.
He would get his chance to do just that.
I could feel the hot cream dripping out of my cunt as I unbuttoned his shirt, leaving him standing in front of me with only his undershorts on.
His cock was erect, jutting forward beneath the material like a young tree.
"Jimmy," I whispered, my voice low and husky. "How would you like for me to take your cock in my mouth?"
"What?"
Obviously the idea had never occurred to him.
"Right here, Jimmy," I said, licking my lips to show him what I had in mind.
He looked like he was going to faint.
I slipped my fingers beneath the elastic waistband of his shorts and pulled them down, exposing his naked cock for the first time. It was fairly long and a little narrow.
It would do.
I knew that if I let him fuck me right away, the entire business would last about ten seconds. No, I would suck him off first, then give him a few minutes to recover before trying to get his cock inside my starving pussy.
I leaned forward.
My lips were just above the top of his cock, hovering in the air as I blew gently on his cockhead. I could sense that his body was trembling slightly, but I knew that it was only from excitement.
And I hadn't even touched his cock yet.
Gently I brought one hand up from below until it touched his balls.
"Uuuuuhhhhh..."
"Easy now, Jimmy, don't come yet."
He stared down at me, eyes wide.
I opened my lips and let them encircle his cock, then began to descend. As I went down I felt as if I could feel every vein beneath the tightly drawn skin, and I knew that he was as finely attuned to what I was doing as he could possibly be.
After all, it was his first time.
Finally I reached the bottom. My lips were buried in the short, wiry hair at the base of his cock.
I began to stroke up and down, moving over the entire length of his meat with smooth thrusts, swirling my tongue around his pole as I moved, doing everything I could to raise the intensity of the experience for him.
It didn't take long.
Almost within the first minute I could feel the first tremors deep inside his shaft. Faint and far away at first, they grew stronger with each passing second until finally I could feel his entire meat lurching inside my mouth.
At the last second I decided not to let him come in my mouth; I wanted to see the hot juice shooting from his young prick.
As soon as my mouth disengaged itself from his meat, his cock exploded, shooting sticky jism all over my face. I could see it as it came out of the tiny slit at the end of his meat, and as the messy stuff landed on my face I gobbled down as much of it as I could in the first few seconds.
"Mmmmmmmmmm..." I purred, licking each glob that splattered against me, spreading the excess cum all over my skin.
It was fantastic.
I kept thinking of Steve as I ate his jism, wondering what my own son's cum would taste like. I could almost feel it upon my lips, and I reconfirmed within myself the thought that sometime, before long, I would be doing this same thing with him.
Jimmy's cock never really got soft; it seemed as if he didn't really need any rest at all.
I was delighted.
As soon as the last spurts had finished shooting from his prick I pushed him down into the chair behind him, then dropped to my knees in front of him.
His eyes were wide; he was gasping for breath. "Jimmy, have you ever tasted a woman before?"
I knew he hadn't, but I wanted to see what his reaction would be.
"What?" He was obviously confused.
"Down here." I gestured toward my crotch.
He shook his head.
Smiling, I calmly inserted one of my fingers deep into my simmering muff, then withdrew it.
"Here," I said, putting my wet finger in front of his lips.
Tentatively he opened them, and I thrust the finger inside. He licked it i lightly at first and then with growing enthusiasm as the taste of my honey became familiar to him.
"like it?"
"Mmmmmmm..."
Pulling the finger out, I mounted the chair, straddling his naked form so that my pussy was hovering just a few inches above his face. "What do you see, Jimmy?"
"Say it, Jimmy."
"I see ... your private parts."
"That's not good enough. Say it."
"I see your cunt."
"What can you tell about it?"
"I don't understand."
"Yes you do. Describe it."
"Well...." he stammered, unsure of himself. I was loving every second of it, knowing that in the end we would both get what we wanted.
"Go on, Jimmy."
"It's wet. And pink. I can see the wet stuff coming out through the ... ah....."
"The lips?"
"Yeah, that's it. The lips."
"Taste it, Jimmy."
He raised his head, his eyes never leaving my dripping slit. For a moment I could feel his nose in my fur, smelling it, and then his tongue shot out and lapped up some of my honey.
"Is it good?"
He was too busy eating me to answer.
"That's good, Jimmy, real good," I purred, beginning to grind my crotch slightly, increasing the pressure between his lips and my cunt.
"My clit, Jimmy, lick my clit."
He was licking everywhere like crazy, but he hadn't found my clit yet. It occurred to me that he probably didn't know what it was.
"There, Jimmy," I said, spreading my lips with my fingers and touching the angry red button that was my clit.
It was all the prompting he needed. Suddenly he was licking and sucking my clit with such force that I practically came all over his face.
But I held back.
Reaching behind me, I felt his cock. It was rock-hard, jutting up from his crotch with a force that wouldn't be denied.
It was time to fuck.
A moment later we were both down on the floor of the patio. It was cold, but we were so hot it didn't matter; in fact, the cool, hard tiles felt good.
I lay on my back and pulled him down toward me. His cock entered me easily, and almost immediately he started thrusting with all the strength in his young body.
"That's it, Jimmy, now fuck me. My cunt's on fire, Jimmy, so fuck me hard!"
I knew that the sound of those words coming from my lips would drive him crazy, and I was right.
He plowed into me like a rabbit, banging his young cock into my furry cunt with such force that both of us were out of breath almost immediately, "Come on, Jimmy, harder. Fuck me harder. Ram it all the way through me!"
He tried.
I could feel my cunt beginning to tremble and shudder, and I knew that I was going to explode almost before we would have a chance to really get going.
It didn't matter.
He wasn't going to last very long anyway.
In and out, in and out he plunged, knifing his cock into my panting cunt, jamming me so hard that even though his cock was small it made no difference.
"That's it, Jimmy. Keep it up, boy, keep it up. Fuck my cunt, baby, fuck me good."
All the while I thought about Steve, pretending that this was my own son's cock slamming into me. I could see his strong young face above me, and could feel his lips on mine, his hands on my tits as his meat plowed in and out of his mother's cunt. Then we both came.
My cunt overflowed, spewing and spurting sticky juice all over his cock. As the contractions coursed through me I could feel Jimmy's cock beginning to spasm, and a moment later his own hot cum was jetting against the deepest walls of my pussy.
For a long time we continued slamming into each other. I kept thinking about Steve, wondering if this was what it would be like with him.
I hoped so.
And I fully intended to find out.
CHAPTER EIGHT
I was ready. There was no doubt about it; after getting it on with little Jimmy there was no way I wasn't going to make it with Steve.
No way.
It didn't take long for it to happen, either. In fact, about a week after I had been with Jimmy I finally had my first chance with Steve. It would have been great except for one thing-Harold walked in on us.
It happened on a Saturday. Harold, as usual, was out playing golf. Steve and I were alone at the house, sitting in the living room. He was watching a football game on television and I was reading.
My mind, however, wasn't on the book. It was on Steve-he was sitting there with nothing on but a pair of gym shorts. His young body was smooth and tan.
I could feel my cunt beginning to tingle as I thought about what it would be like to run my fingers over his naked body. Finally, when I couldn't stand it any more, I got up and went up to the bedroom with the idea of masturbating. Why not? At least it would keep me out of trouble for the time being.
But it was no use.
The more I thought about Steve, the more I could feel my will caving in. I was going to make a play for him, and today was going to be when it happened. I could just feel it.
Before, while I was downstairs, I had been wearing slacks and a blouse. Now I changed into the sexiest thing I could come up with that wasn't too obvious. It was a long, sheer robe that buttoned down the front and was so thin that any time I stood in front of a light it was impossible not to see through the material.
Was it too much? Would I be coming on too strong? I decided that it was all right.
When I returned to the living room, Steve looked up, and I could tell from the fleeting expression that crossed his face that he was responding the way I wanted him to.
So far so good.
I sat down on the couch next to him, leaving enough room between us so that I wouldn't be too obvious, but still remaining close enough to keep my presence powerful.
Then, before I could even say anything, Steve dropped a bombshell.
"Mom?"
"Mmmmmm?"
"You and Dad don't make love very much, do you."
"What?"
"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have-"
"No, it's all right. You just surprised me."
"I guess so."
We both laughed a little and relaxed a bit. Still, there was a lot of tension in the air, but it wasn't an unpleasant kind of tension.
"No, Steve, we don't make love very often."
"Do you like that?"
"Not making love? No. Why."
"I just wondered. I know it's none of my business."
For a while we didn't say anything, but I made certain that, through my behavior, that he knew I didn't mind him asking questions like that.
"Steve," I finally said, laying a hand on his thigh in a way that wasn't exactly motherly.
"What?"
"Do you think ... well, do you think I'm attractive?"
He swallowed and didn't say anything. Obviously my hand on his thigh was having an effect. "Yes."
His young Adam's apple bobbed up and down as he spoke, and I could see through the material of his gym shorts that his cock was beginning to get hard.
Good.
Silently I pulled him toward me, putting my arm around his neck and bringing his head down against my tits. There wasn't anything specifically sexual about it, but by this time both of us were so aroused that there was no other way to think about it.
For another long moment we remained still an silent. I could feel his heart beating, and I knew that my own was pounding just as loudly.
The moment was here.
There was no turning back.
Silently I reached down with my left hand and unfastened the top three buttons of my gown. As I did so, Steve pulled his head slightly back, looking down at my fingers.
I pulled the material aside, revealing my naked breast to my son.
Then I pulled his head down.
He hesitated for a second, but only for a second. Then he willingly lowered his lips to my breast, kissing the soft, white flesh gently, but hesitating to touch the nipple.
"Go ahead," I whispered. "Suck it. Suck your mother's nipple."
It was all the invitation he needed. A moment later his mouth was all over my tit, licking and sucking with an enthusiasm that had me gasping for breath within a minute.
"Ohhh yeah, that's it, Steve. Ohhhh, it feels so good, soooo gooood."
Almost without thinking about it, I used my left hand to unfasten the rest of the buttons on my robe, so that when I pulled it aside I was completely naked in front, both my tits visible and my hot, panting cunt there for Steve to see.
He pulled his lips away from my tit and looked at my body.
"You're beautiful, mother."
"Oh, Steve..."
Then we were kissing, our tongues searching far into each other's mouth, his hands running up and down the length of my body.
Wildly, almost frantically, I pulled his gym shorts down across his hips, revealing his naked cock for the first time.
It was magnificent.
I wanted to put my lips around it, licking and swirling with my tongue until he came in hot, spurting jets of sticky jism.
But I waited.
He ran his right hand up and down my thigh, obviously wanting to slip a finger inside me, but afraid to.
"Go ahead, Steve. It's all right. Put your finger inside me. Inside my cunt." He did it.
I thought I was going to faint as his supple hand gently spread apart my thighs, then parted the wet lips and began to explore my slit.
I loved it.
He was my son; my own son. And we were about to fuck each other. Somehow it should have seemed wrong, but it didn't.
It was right.
He began to thrust his finger in and out of my starving pussy, reaming me out so gently that I could hardly stand it.
"It's so good, Steve, so good. Don't stop. Don't ever stop."
My hands were all over his cock now, running lightly over his shaft, feeling the smooth skin that was drawn so tightly over the slick, bulbous head.
"God, Steve. Let's do it. Let's make love. I want your cock inside me so bad, soooo bad."
We tumbled onto the floor, both completely naked, wildly clutching and grasping at each other, thrusting and feeling with an intensity that threatened to engulf us.
At that precise moment Harold walked in.
Vaguely I heard the door open, but didn't respond to the sound until it was too late.
He just stood there, staring down at us for a long, frozen moment that seemed like it would go on forever.
"Hello Harold," I said, my voice low, almost a whisper.
Steve, who up until now hadn't noticed that he was here, suddenly looked up and saw his father. "Oh my God."
Then he got up from the floor and ran upstairs. I heard the door to his room slam shut, and then I heard the lock click.
Good.
I didn't know what Harold was going to do. He looked like he was about to explode, but exactly what form that explosion might take was something I couldn't even speculate on.
"Slut!" he hissed, suddenly coming forward.
I didn't say anything. Instead, I reached for my robe and began to put it on.
"Put that down!"
I put it down.
Then he descended on me. For some reason which I can't explain, I wasn't really afraid of him. It was strange, but I knew that he wouldn't lose complete control; Harold didn't have it in him to do that. I was right.
He slapped me a few times, stinging blows that hurt my pride more than anything else.
I didn't fight back. In retrospect, I suppose that was a mistake, but at the time I thought that I would be better off just letting him get his rage out of his system.
It didn't work that way, however. The more he slapped me around, the more angry he seemed to become. He seemed to feed off his emotions, growing more violent with each passing second.
Then, somehow, it became sexual.
Not just for him, but for both of us. I was angry, just as he was, but I was also aware that the way he was slapping me around was getting me excited.
Perhaps it was because I had already been turned on before he arrived on the scene, or perhaps there was just something latent within me that his anger released.
It doesn't matter.
What does matter is that suddenly I was aware that his cock was hard beneath his trousers and he was looking at me with an expression that could mean only one thing.
"Bitch."
His voice was a cold hiss.
I kept silent, aware that he was on the verge of losing control again.
"You'd fuck your own son. I don't believe it."
"You won't fuck me."
"Shut up." Silence again.
His anger had gone now, and was replaced by a cold fury. Without another word he silently began to strip off his clothes.
"I'm gonna teach you something. Slut."
"Kiss my ass."
He slapped me again, but this time it wasn't wild. It was controlled.
Now he was naked, standing over me with his swollen cock in his hand.
"Glad to see you can still get it up. I was beginning to wonder."
"Shut up."
"Christ is that all you can say?"
Viciously he grabbed me and turned me over on my stomach. I was suddenly very much aware of my white, naked ass dangling in the air in front of him.
"Go ahead. Fuck me. I don't think I'll even notice it."
"Shut up."
"Christ, there you go again." He slapped me on the ass. Hard. I could feel the skin tingling sharply in the aftermath of his stroke. "Is that the best you can do?" That did it.
He unleashed a barrage of blows to my ass, spanking my sweet cheeks until they were positively on fire.
I loved it.
"Now fuck me, you prick. Get it over with. Then get the fuck out of here."
I knew I was pushing my luck, but at the time I didn't care. What was he going to do, anyway?
I soon found out.
Grabbing my ass cheeks in both his hands, he spread them apart. At first I didn't know what he was going to do, but after a few moments I was no longer in doubt.
He was going to ass-fuck me.
I could feel the muscles of my ass-hole straining from the pressure he had created, but before anything else could happen he jammed a finger deep into the tight sphincter.
"AAAGGGHHHH! Christ that hurts."
"It's gonna hurt a lot more before long."
I didn't say anything. I couldn't remember the last time I had gotten it in the ass; it didn't really matter. The main thing was that right now it sounded like a super idea. Only I couldn't tell Harold that-he wasn't exactly big on doing what I wanted right then.
The next thing I knew his big, thick cockhead was pressing against my ass-hole. I tried to relax, but it was no use. I was too keyed up.
"All right, bitch. You better get ready."
"I'm ready for anything you can give me."
I really shouldn't have been insulting him so openly under the circumstances, but I couldn't help it.
He deserved it.
But I was the one to suffer for it. Without so much as a tiny hesitation, suddenly he shoved his cock hard into my ass-hole.
"Owwwww!"
"Shut up."
This time I didn't make any smart-ass remarks. His cock was practically splitting me open, and it was only a quarter of the way in. He pushed forward again. And again.
Inch by inch he shoved his meat inside my ass, and it was all I could do to be quiet and take it. Half of me was wanting to scream out in pain, while the other half was loving every painful second of it.
The second half won out.
Everything around me got hazy as his cock was finally imbedded completely inside me. Then he began to pump.
"All right, Harold, do it. Do it hard. Fuck me. Fuck me hard-you know it's the last time."
He began to slam harder and harder, his meat pulverizing my tender tissues. With each thrust I could feel my muscles expanding to take him inside me.
"Harder ... do it harder..." I groaned, beginning to spin inward into a flashing, swirling world of my own. His cock was a monster raging inside me, overpowering my ass, making me into something I'd never been before.
I knew he wouldn't last much longer.
I was right.
Nevertheless, it didn't really matter. My cunt, even though it was only being stimulated indirectly, was nevertheless on the verge of spilling over.
Then it happened.
"GAAAHHHHDDD! Ohhh yeah ... shit, more, Harold, more ... MORE!"
His cock throbbed wildly, then exploded, shooting hot cum deep into my dark hole.
Again and again he spurted, and as he did I could feel my tortured cunt contracting, shooting my own sticky mess out through the tender lips.
Finally it was over.
Not just this fuck.
Everything with Harold was finished, and we both knew it.
CHAPTER NINE
An hour later Harold was gone. I can't say I was broken up about it, but I wasn't overjoyed either. Overall, I suppose I was glad it was over, but I couldn't help being a little bit sad.
It hadn't always been so bad.
As I lay in the bathtub soaking my tired body, it occurred to me that Harold and I had just gone in different directions after the first few years of oui marriage. I had been vaguely aware of it at the time, but then I had tried to ignore it because of Steve. It was the same old story, I guess. Hold it together for the kid's sake. And of course the kid really suffers because no one's happy in a situation like that.
Then suddenly, in a flash of insight that I could hardly understand, I knew when it had all started to go sour.
The night of the Kirk wood's party.
It was all so long ago I had almost forgotten it, but now the memories came back in a rush that was both clear and a little bit painful.
Jim Kirkwood had brought a stag film to the party and shown it to everyone there. It was the first one I had ever seen, and I remember being turned on by it.
It started with a woman in a motel room. She was blonde; a stewardess, I think. At the very beginning she had clothes on, but it didn't take long for her to start undressing. She was sitting in front of a mirror, and thirty seconds into the film her tits were revealed.
They were huge.
Bigger than mine, but not as firm. The nipples, though, were incredible. They covered half her tits, and each was totally erect from the first moment she took off her top.
She began to rub them, running her fingers all over the nipples, moaning and groaning like she was going to come right then.
A few seconds later she reached down and slipped a finger inside her panties. Her cunt really wasn't visible, but it didn't matter. I could see the outline of her finger beneath the material, and I knew what she was doing.
At the same time she kept feeling her tits with her other hand, switching off from one to the other.
Some of the men called out obscene things in the darkness, and for the first time I became aware of the fact that my own panties were getting wet.
I wondered what was happening to the other women.
Then, on the screen, there was a knock at the door. The woman looked irritated; evidently she was on the verge of creaming all over her fingers. At any rate, she pulled on a robe and answered it.
Naturally it was a fantastic stud who just happened to be a room service waiter and who just happened to have gotten the wrong room.
Thirty seconds later the two of them were in bed fucking like crazy. His cock was huge; a real match for her tits. And her cunt-hair was really blonde.
They plowed into each other like the world was coming to an end. His cock kept pummeling her cunt, slashing in and out of it like a piston.
The room got very quiet; the only sound was the whirring of the projector and the breathing of the people.
I was hot. My cunt was positively dripping with honey.
Then finally both the people on the screen came. He pulled out of her cunt and came all over her stomach, sticky jism coming out of his meat and splashing all over her big tits.
She screamed and jabbed two fingers deep into her muff, coming all over them at almost the same time the man was spewing onto her stomach.
Then there was white leader and the film was over.
The party broke up right after that; small wonder, since everybody there was probably ready to fuck anything that moved.
Everybody, that is, except Harold.
On the way home I was so horny I couldn't wait, and I naturally assumed he was feeling the same way. How could he have watched that film and not gotten turned on?
At any rate, I reached over and began to run my fingers over his cock on the outside of his pants.
"Jesus, Janet."
"What's the matter. Can't concentrate on you're driving?"
I thought he was just putting me on, so I continued what I was doing. In fact, I even unbuttoned his fly and pulled his cock out.
"Christ, Janet. Is that all you think about?"
"Cocks? No, not really. I think about tits too. And cunts. And ass-holes..."
I guess I was a little drunk. I didn't normally talk that way.
Harold just looked disgusted, but I didn't pay any attention to him.
"You never fucked me in the ass, did you Harold?"
"Jesus."
"No, you never did."
"So what?"
"You just don't know what you're missing. That's all. It's nice and tight. Mmmmmmmm ... just thinking about it makes me horny."
"Jesus."
Then I went down on his cock, taking it into my mouth and sliding over the entire length of his shaft. He wasn't hard when I started, but after a few seconds his cock began to grow rigid in my mouth, and by the time we pulled into the driveway of our house, he was as hard as I had ever known him to be.
I could hardly wait till we got to the bedroom. I was undressed in ten seconds flat, lying on the sheets with my legs spread wide and my finger hovering just beyond my cunt.
Harold went into the bathroom, brushing his teeth and doing his whole routine.
"Come on, honey. I can't wait."
"Jesus."
I began to finger myself. At that time it wasn't something I made a habit of doing, so I was a little clumsy. But I was so horny it didn't matter. I managed to find my clit, and after that it was only a matter of a minute or so until I came, spurting juice all over my fingers.
Still, I was ready to fuck when Harold came to bed. One orgasm certainly wasn't enough to put me out of action for the rest of the evening especially after the stimulation I had received from the film.
It didn't make any difference, however.
Harold didn't want to do anything.
In fact, when he came to bed he just climbed underneath the covers, gave me a little peck on the forehead, and rolled over on his side to go to sleep.
like I said, it was the beginning of the end.
* * *
I was still in the tub, enjoying the warm, soapy water when Steve knocked on the door. We'd had a short, quick talk an hour ago, but that had been the only time I had seen him since this afternoon.
I hesitated, not certain whether I should invite him in or tell him I'd be out in a minute.
What the hell.
"Come on in."
He entered and sat down across from me, trying heroically not to stare at my naked tits. "I'm sorry." His voice was somber. "Whatever for?"
"I don't know. I guess it was my fault."
"Nothing was your fault."
"I shouldn't have run off this afternoon when he came in."
"I think that was the only thing you could do. Anyway, it's over now. It's probably good that it happened."
"You think so?"
"Yeah."
We both smiled, and then I stood up. This time he didn't try so hard not to watch me, and as I toweled myself dry, I was aware of his eyes moving up and down my naked body.
"Steve," I whispered.
"What, Mother?"
"Let's go to bed."
"Are you sure we should?"
"What do you think?"
"I want to, but..."
"Then let's do it."
For a long moment we stared at each other. I had never felt sexier in my life, and I knew from the way both our eyes were glowing that it was going to be the most satisfying night of my life. I wasn't mistaken.
CHAPTER TEN
For a long time we just held each other, lying in bed without any clothes on. I could feel his heart beating, and I knew that he was every bit as excited as I was about the prospect of what lay ahead of us for the evening.
And for other evenings as well.
My cunt was warm and tingly, and every few seconds new, different hot flashes ran up and down my spine, finding their way ultimately into the warm recesses of my pussy.
Grasping Steve's head, I snuggled it firmly against my breasts. For a few moments I could feel his warm breath on my nipples.
Then he kissed them.
First my left, then my right; both gently with an air of near reverence. I could feel fresh waves of excitement shooting through me as our lovemaking began in earnest, and I'm sure that Steve could tell what was happening to me.
"Go ahead," I whispered. "Suck them if you want. Do whatever you want to me."
He ran his strong, young fingers all over the outside of my fleshy mounds, squeezing and massaging the skin while his lips continued to wish across the sensitive nipples.
When I could stand it no longer, I reached out with my own hands and began to feel his body. Starting with his shoulders, I worked my way down, enjoying the slim hardness of his young muscles, waiting for the moment when I would finally reach his crotch.
But there was no rush; we had all the time we wanted. Or needed.
His stomach was hard and smooth, and for a moment I hesitated at his navel, letting my fingers run in little circles around the spot where once, sixteen years earlier, he and I had been joined together.
It was incredible.
I had never felt so perfectly in tune with anyone in my life. Everything I did, and everything he did, seemed to be perfect in the way it filled our needs.
Then my hand touched his cock.
"Mmmmmm ... yeah..." he groaned, his voice almost cracking with the intensity of his desire.
"You like it?"
"Yeah..."
I let my fingers close around his cock-or rather, I let them try to close around his cock. They wouldn't reach all the way, it was so large.
I could feel each vein, each slight variation in the texture of his tightly drawn skin. It was beautiful.
Slowly I began to stroke up and down, at the same time using the crook of my arm to draw his head closer and closer into my body. His tongue was all over my tits by now, wildly sucking and kissing me so that both the white mounds were covered by a glistening sheen of his wetness.
"That's it, baby. Harder, Steve, suck me harder."
At the same time my hand was beginning to fly up and down his shaft, gathering strength and momentum as the seconds passed.
Finally I couldn't stand it any more, and with a single motion I mounted him, reversing our positions so that I was astride him, my face over his cock, my cunt over his face.
For a moment I paused, watching his throbbing meat, seeing its red hardness just a few inches below my hungry lips.
At the same time, I knew that he was looking into my cunt. I could tell that it was dripping wet, and it didn't take much imagination to know that he was practically drooling at the sight of my wet, parted lips leading into the pink, sensitive flesh beyond.
I opened my mouth and went down.
At first his cock barely fit in my mouth, but as I pushed down I found new controls within me that allowed me to take him all in. My throat muscles expanded forcefully, and after a few seconds my lips were buried in the short, wiry hair at the base of his cock.
It was wonderful.
At the same time I spread my legs wider, still not descending onto his face, but giving him the best possible view of my cunt, making certain that he could see deep inside the dripping hole.
"Good ... mmmm so good..." I managed to murmur, the words coming out as a wet, garbled mess while I continued to suck him off.
Then, before I had a chance to do anything else, Steve finally seemed to decide that he wasn't going to just follow my lead.
He was going to have his way as well.
With a single motion he reached up and spread my white ass cheeks wide, then pulled my crotch down until it was firmly planted on his upturned face.
Then his tongue was inside me.
"Mmmmm ... ohhhh yeah ... Steve..."
His tongue seemed to be alive, shooting and swirling up into the bubbling, churning depths of my pussy.
I went wild.
Out of control, I began to grind my cunt down onto his face, desperately trying to bring his mouth all the way inside me.
I forgot about his cock.
I forgot about everything except the laving, shooting tongue inside my hungry cunt.
"God Steve, don't stop ... keep going ... keep sucking your mother's cunt ... that's it ... do it harder, so much harder ... let me feel you inside me..."
I brought my body into an upright position, practically sitting on his face, grinding and driving my entire weight down onto his searching, probing tongue.
I was in heaven.
Up and down I moved, my tits jiggling and bouncing all over my chest. I grabbed them with my hands, closing my eyes and luxuriating in the power of the sensations that were shooting through me.
I could feel my cunt beginning to throb and quiver, and I knew that a few seconds of this would be all that was necessary to send me spinning over the top.
"C'mon, Steve, do it ... suck my cunt ... suck it harder and harder!"
He responded by grabbing my ass and spreading it wide, then slipping a finger inside my tight ass-hole while his tongue continued to lash at my cunt.
"God, Steve, it's so good ... so good ... don't stop, don't ever stop!"
I wanted it to go on forever. I wanted to feel his face in my snatch until there was nothing left in the world but the two of us.
"I'm gonna come, Steve, you're gonna make me come..."
Any second now.
The pulsing, throbbing rush had begun, and I could feel the cum gathering within me for the final release that would cover his face in sweet love cream.
"Oh yeah, that's it ... God ... I'm gonngonna come ... gonna ... AAAAGGGHHHHH!" It happened.
My cunt released everything that had been building up inside me onto his face. "YESSSSSS!"
I could feel his tongue licking and slurping every drop of the hot honey as it poured out of me.
The muscles in my crotch went wild, clamping together with a force that sent more and more cum out onto his tongue.
He took it all.
Not a drop escaped from his eager, devouring lips as he ate everything I had to give him. Again and again I felt new spurts of cream shooting out of my hole, but each time his tongue was there, laving and swishing in a way that just kept the flow coming.
Then, exhausted, I sank down next to him.
* * *
It was the most beautiful night of my life. I lost count of how many times we actually fucked, but the first was the sweetest.
Steve's face, just a few inches from my own, was glistening in the dim light, half covered with my honey.
I leaned over and began to kiss him gently; first his eyes, then his lips. After a few moments of this I let my tongue slip out and began to lick all the cream from his face. He lay still, letting me taste my sweet oils until finally they were all gone.
"Let's fuck," I whispered.
Our arms were around each other, and a moment later I felt his strong young cock sliding firmly into the wet, snug recesses of my pussy. It was a moment that seemed to go on forever; his cock, my cunt, wetness, warmth, sweet passion.
Finally he was all the way inside.
For a moment we held still, each luxuriating in the sensation of the moment, both anticipating what would come, but not wanting to leave behind what was already here.
Then slowly, ever so slowly, he began to pull his cock out, sliding it backward until only the head was still in my pussy.
For a fleeting moment I felt empty.
Then he drove back into me, and once again I was full, bursting with the young manhood that was inside me.
"Yes, Steve. Yessss...."
"It's perfect."
"Yes, oh God yes!"
He raised himself to his elbows, then leaned down and began to kiss my tits as his cock slid in and out of my cunt. I was going crazy with excitement, but for some reason I forced myself to remain passive, savoring the sweet fulfillment that he was giving me.
It had never been like this before.
Never.
His lips flicked across my sensitive nipples with just precisely the right amount of pressure, driving me to heights of excitement that I had never known before.
I couldn't remain still.
Gently at first, but with increasing excitement, I began to thrust back against him, bringing his young cock further and further into my melting pussy. Each time he reentered me it seemed so fresh, so exciting, that it might as well have been the first.
Sweetly, tenderly, I brought my thighs up and wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling my cunt all the way up off the bed in my excitement, moving softly yet firmly against his body in a way that let him know exactly what I was feeling.
"Harder, Steve. Fuck me harder ... as hard as you can."
He began to slam into me with more force, still supporting his weight on his elbows so he could watch me.
I closed my eyes, shoving back with everything I had, grinding wildly against his cock so that it rolled and swirled inside my starving cunt.
Again and again we crashed into each other, and each time seemed to bring a higher, more satisfying sensation to me.
And to my cunt.
Even though I had just come a few minutes before, I knew I was going to come again. Nothing could stop me.
Harder and harder we thrashed into each other, neither wanting it to end, but both knowing that we were headed for a final, shattering conclusion that would leave us both gasping wildly in each other's arms.
I pulled my body tightly against his, feeling the smooth, hard muscles roll beneath his youthful skin. With each thrust I could feel what was happening beneath his chest and in his stomach.
"Ohhhh Steve..."
"I know."
"Don't stop."
"I won't."
We held on as long as we could, lingering over the wild, swirling sensations that were shooting through both of us.
Then suddenly his cock seemed to grow larger inside my pussy, swelling to a size that threatened to burst the walls of my slit.
"Oh Steve..."
"AAGGGHHHH!"
His cock exploded, spewing hot, sticky cum deep into my cunt. Again and again the wracking spasms shot through him, and through him they were transferred to me.
My cunt began to quiver and boil, seething with the tremendous mass of cum that was fighting to be free of my body.
Then it happened.
"Ohhh, Steve ... ohhhh ... OOOOHHHHHH!"
My cunt overflowed, hot cum flooding out to mingle with his seed, spreading a warm, messy wave of lovejuice through my cunt that mixed with everything else that was inside me.
For a long time we kept thrusting into each other, neither wanting this delicious experience to end.
But there would be others. Many others.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
That was three weeks ago. Since then, Steve and I have gotten to know each other in a way that few mothers and sons can ever experience. We love each other, but it's different from any kind of love I've ever experienced.
It's beautiful.
There was only one potential conflict between us, and that was Barbara. But just yesterday even that resolved itself.
Both of us had known that Barbara was coming for the weekend, and I could sense that we were a little uneasy about what might happen. Still, we
At first it just rolled over slightly, but as she continued to massage it with her fingers I watched him grow harder and harder until finally he was fully erect.
"Janet," Barbara whispered. "Come here."
I moved quietly to the bed.
Barbara reached out with her free hand and guided my fingers down until they were just touching my son's cock.
I grasped it, my fingers closing just below Barbara's on the shaft. Steve's eyes were wide, staring at both of us as if he thought this was all too good to be true.
"Steve, you're mother and I are gonna suck you. Do you want that?"
He nodded mutely.
Barbara leaned down and let her lips come in contact with one side of his shaft.
I did the same, touching him on the side away from Barbara.
Up and down the length of his shaft we went, our lips wet with our own moisture, kissing his cock and, at the same time, letting out searching tongues gently flick against each other.
Then, without either of us having to say anything, we changed our movements.
I moved my lips down, bringing them in contact with his balls, while Barbara let her lips open wide and descend on his shaft.
Then we went to work in earnest.
Barbara ran her lips up and down his cock, sucking him with more expertise than her age justified, while I took one of his tender eggs all the way into my mouth.
Steve lay still, forcing himself not to do anything, concentrating on the sensations we were giving him.
After a few minutes he began to groan, and I could tell from the way his balls drew up tightly that he was near the point where he would come.
Barbara, sensing the same thing, pulled her throat off his cock.
I released his balls.
Barbara looked at me, and then she smiled, her lips wet and glistening. With Steve watching, and without having to say anything, we flowed into each other's arms. Our lips met and we kissed deeply, tongues probing far into our hungry mouths until finally we both began to groan and whimper.
"Ohhhh, Barbara ... down there ... ohh please!"
"Where?" she replied, panting, her breasts heaving. I knew she was aware of what I meant, but she obviously wanted to hear me say it.
"My cunt. . . yesss, my cunt. Eat me, Barbara. Eat my cunt...."
I spread my legs and a moment later her sweet tongue was inside me. She seemed to know exactly what I wanted, and her moist probe shot to the most excitable points inside me as if it were her own cunt she was taking care of.
Steve, watching from a few feet away, leaned forward and put his hands on my tits.
"That's it, Steve. Yeah, that's good."
He began to rub them, making his hands move in large circles around the tender areolas, flicking his fingers across the tips of my nipples.
"Uuuummmmmm," I moaned.
Everything was perfect. There was no way I could stem the tide of honey that was rushing up inside me, but it didn't matter. I wanted to come, and they were going to make it happen.
"Harder, Barb, harder. Suck my clit ... that's it ... ohhh yeah ... harder ... my clit!"
It was about to happen. "UUUHHHHHHH!"
My cunt overflowed, wave upon wave of sticky juice shooting out of me onto her face.
Her tongue seemed to be alive, darting about inside my slit, gobbling down each drop of cum as it emerged from deep inside me.
Then finally she pulled her face away.
Steve released my tits.
Then the two of them fell into each other's arms, kissing deeply, writhing in a way that showed how well they knew each other's needs and wants.
"Let's fuck, Steve, don't wait. Please don't wait; I can't stand it."
Steve guided his cock into her from the rear. Her white ass bobbed in front of him, and in spite of my recent release I found myself getting turned on by the sight of his young, hard cock sliding into her waiting cunt.
He fucked her with all the strength in his body, spreading her ass wide with his hands while he pummeled her from the rear.
With each thrust I could see the muscles of his back and ass tense, driving his cock deeper and even deeper into her simmering hole. His prick was red and slimy, covered with her honey after the first thrust. I loved it.
Without realizing it, I began to finger myself, running my digit all over the outside of my cunt, feeling excitement mount once again inside me.
I had never seen anything so beautiful as the two of them fucking. Their bodies always seemed to move so perfectly in unison, her ass grinding back against his cock, that it seemed they were able to communicate in a way that didn't require language.
"Do it, Steve. Do it to me hard. Make it hurt."
He began to ram savagely into her pussy, jabbing his cock so hard that with each thrust she moaned and squirmed.
But sill she wanted more.
I wanted to join in, but somehow it didn't seem right. Not this time, anyway. They were so good together.
Then Barbara began to make even wilder sounds, and her entire pelvis shot backwards with a force that practically knocked Steve down.
"Ohhh, God, Steve, I'm gonna come. Make me come ... God..."
He reached beneath her and grabbed her tits, squeezing them forcefully while he bucked into her cunt.
Finally I saw Steve's face contort, and a moment later his back arched and he stopped thrusting.
At the same time Barbara screamed.
"EEEAAAAGGGGHHH!"
Her back arched wildly as well, and for a long, frozen moment neither of them moved.
I could see the muscles of her cunt contracting frantically around his meat, and I knew that his meat was doing the same thing, pouring its load of hot jism into her cunt.
Then finally they both collapsed on the bed.
Obviously they were exhausted, and yet their eyes were open and alive, watching me to see what I would do.
I didn't think.
Thought was out of the question.
Instead, I merely did what my instincts dictated. It all seemed so obvious to my knees in front of their bodies. Then, choosing Steve first, I dropped to my knees and took his shrinking cock in my mouth. It was soft, warm, and covered with his cum and her honey.
I licked it, carefully making certain to clean it completely until the last traces of salty, musky cream were gone from it. Then I went to Barbara.
Her cunt was open and waiting, dripping sloppily as I approached. Without hesitating at all I brought my lips in contact with her snatch and began to lick and suck, gobbling down as much of the combined essences as I could get my mouth on.
