Time was, and not so long ago at that, when incest was the ultimate sexual taboo. Which is to say, writing about or discussing the subject was the real taboo, not performance. Any juvenile authority or psychologist can confirm the fact of its prevalence from his own case files. Sexual statistics have never revealed the truth about this sexual deviation since it was easy to conceal. Guilt and shame were its inevitable partners.
The change in moral and emotional climates is clearly evident in this rather light-hearted novel about an incestuous family. There are some other surprises, too. The conventional solution would be to discover-preferably in the last chapter-that the sex partners were not really related, and consequently their uninhibited actions are more or less condoned. But the author had devised a different, rather bizarre resolution which is somehow more believable.
The shock value of incest serves to obscure another, equally startling change in our ideas: the development of the sexually aggressive woman. Both the mother, Helen, and her teenager daughter are more than willing participants in the sex games.
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CHAPTER ONE
It was dark inside the bedroom but hot and bright outside, where Carol stood peeking. Sweat beaded her forehead and trickled down into her eyes. Little rivulets ran from her armpits, soaking her white blouse. When the salt stung her eyes, she brushed it away with the back of her hand. Otherwise, she was too absorbed to notice heat and discomfort. Her slim teen-age body trembled with excitement, as she pressed her face to the window. Her firm little tits pushed against the window frame felt full and heavy to her.
She could see her mother's naked shoulder and white arm swimming in the darkened room. The man's big hand rested on a round naked hip. Oh boy, Carol thought, unconsciously licking her lips, this time I'm gonna really find out! Ma really blew it when she invited this guy to spend the week!
She wanted to giggle, and had to put her hand over her mouth to keep back the mischievous chuckles. She hoped her mother and the stranger, his name was Boyd, would spend the whole vacation in bed. Then at last, Carol could find out everything she wanted to know! It was really a handicap, still having her cherry and not knowing how to get rid of it. What if she'd meet a cute boy who wanted to get it on with her? She'd probably act like a klutz and scare him off.
And ma was no help. She'd always been too good to be true. Carol and her brother James used to talk about it, before he got to acting so grown-up and stuffy. Ma went out with men sometimes, but she never brought them home. And when she had a date with a guy and stayed out all night, she always had some stupid story to account for it. She'd slept in her girl friend Marie's apartment, or she'd been visiting Grandma. Carol bet Grandma would fall over with shock if she knew how many nights ma was supposed to be visiting her.
Carol and Jamesie had their own ideas about what was going on. Some of their friends, those with two parents, managed to peek and learn something about sex that way. Carol thought it was really hypocritical of ma to pretend she never balled anybody. In fact, what ma thought of as typical teen-age rebellion was really based on Carol's opinion of her mother's behavior. The slight coolness between them was a direct result, but somehow the girl never could come right out and say it. She giggled again as she imagined the scene, if she had the nerve.
"Hey, Ma, why are you such a phony? Don't give me that stuff about being faithful to Daddy, because he's been dead a long time!"
But she knew she'd never have the guts to say it.
She might be serious about this guy, Carol thought. Serious, as in marriage, which was about as serious as you could get. It was all very mysterious to the child, however, where Boyd had come from and who he was. Still, that particular mystery could wait; she was concentrating at the moment on the Big Secret.
Inside the room, on the tangled bed, Helen Simmons stretched luxuriously. She had the hornies so bad she could hardly stand it, but it was fun to postpone the moment of satisfaction as long as possible. Her cunt contracted sharply when Boyd stroked her naked hip, and the thick vaginal juices bubbled out, coating the insides of her thighs. Her breasts were swollen with desire, the blue veins standing out on her milky white skin. The nipples pushed out pinkly, reacting to his warm breath as he leaned over her.
"Ohhhh, lover," she said thickly. It was hard to figure what she liked most about this man. His broad shoulders loomed up above her, giving her a feeling of helplessness. His mocking smile told her he understood just how erotically excited she was, and that he loved it. She ran her fingers through the curly hairs on his chest, and kissed a flat coppery nipple. When Boyd shivered and bit her hip gently, she knew he was every bit as charged up. And if she had any doubts, all she had to do was look at the thick cock brushing against her belly.
For a minute, Boyd thought he was going to shoot off right away. His red-hot stiff dick bumped her curly pussy. She looked down and grinned, and took his heavy meat in her hands.
"My Lord, darling, it's huge!" she said.
He knew very well he had only an average size penis, but he also knew she was sincere. It wasn't flattery, but just the sure knowledge of what his enormous hard-on could and would do to her. It was good to be with Helen again. The friendliness and familiarity between them were spiced by their long separation. They knew each other intimately, but at the same time everything was new and exciting.
"Tell me the truth, Helen," he said teasingly. "You've been balling somebody, I know it! A woman who's built like you couldn't have gone all these years without a man in her bed."
"Oh sure," she sighed. "But let's not talk about it now. I'll tell all, I promise! But this isn't the time or place."
"You're right there," he rasped. In a way he wanted to know but in another way he didn't. He didn't want the responsibility of the knowledge, because he might feel guilty about leaving her alone all these years, even though they'd agreed it was the best thing to do.
Besides, he was more interested in doing than talking.
She still held his cock in her hands, like a child with a new toy. Her fingers stroked the smooth shaft, testing its rigidity. The foreskin was partially retracted, giving her a tantalizing glimpse of the shiny red glans. She began to work the wrinkled flesh back with her fingers, but her eyes blurred and her mouth filled with saliva. She gave in suddenly to her lascivious desires, dipping her head so her long brown hair fell forward like a curtain. Her pointed red tongue shot out, tasting and testing, up and down the shaft. Finally she reached the slick sensitive flesh of his glans, her hot tongue curling around it and probing the tiny eye.
Boyd licked his lips and shivered at the delightful sensation. He tried hard to keep a grip on himself in order not to shoot off right in her face-and lose his hard-on too quickly. He moved restlessly and then turned his body around, so his face could drop into the moist fragrant valley between her thighs.
"Oooooo," Helen moaned, twisting frantically and pushing her pussy down on his face. His tongue licked along her outer labia and then probed deeply, past the pulpy inner lips, searching for the viscous red mouth of her cunt. He sucked slick wet flesh up into his mouth, and thought the heat of it had to be burning him. When Helen writhed and moaned, he pulled back a little. He knew what she needed, all right! He found the prominent scarlet clitoris and trailed his tongue around it, feeling it bulge into his sucking mouth. Her cream flooded his face and ran down his chin.
At the same time, he felt a warm wet mouth clamp gently on his cockhead, the lips closing around the thick shaft. He groaned with bliss. He wanted to let go and cum right then, but he wanted to fuck her even more. So he pulled his face out of her pussy and grinned tremulously.
"Shit, honey," he gasped. "You'd better not do that! Not unless you want me to cum right in your mouth!"
"I wouldn't mind," she said sweetly. "But at the moment ... I guess not! Oh, darling, you're so wicked! What you do to my clit just sends me into orbit!"
"Just let me ... one more minute," he promised. He knew she was close to cumming, and he knew also one orgasm was never enough for Helen. So he bent his head again, planting his lips around the tiny sensitive lump of flesh, simultaneously sucking it and running his tongue over it.
"Oooooo ... ahhhhhh," she sighed as a small but intense orgasm flashed through her. She writhed briefly, rubbing her inner thighs on the sides of his face, and then sat up panting.
"You don't forget, do you?" she grinned. "Oh, Boyd, Boyd! Do you want to put it in me now?"
"Hell, yes! You want it, too?"
"Yeah, you know it," she said. "Shove it in me, darling, stick it in and fuck me! God, I want you so much!"
The hidden watcher could hear some of the conversation, but not all. Added to her frustration was a burning curiosity: what in the world had they been doing to each other? What was a clit, anyway? She mentally tabled the words to be brought out and examined later. At the moment she was fascinated by the sight of his big dong sticking up in the air, and her mother's hands wrapped around it. This was her first real look at a man's penis, but she couldn't see it clearly, to her annoyance. All the other windows in the bedroom had shades pulled to the sill; it was only this small high window which let in light, and she had to stand on tiptoe to see in it. Also the pane was dusty and she tried to clean it with her hand, managing to smear it up worse.
Carol had feelings which she didn't understand. She felt "funny", excited and breathless. Something seemed to be moving in the pit of her belly, coiling and uncoiling. Her perspiration must be puddling in her immature pussy, because she could feel a pool of moisture there. She clutched the window frame and pushed her face against the dirty glass.
"Are you ready, darling?" the man asked tenderly.
This must have been another joke she didn't understand, Carol thought, because the two adults laughed.
"Feel," her mother said, taking the man's hand and pushing it between her own legs. "That ready enough for you?"
The touch galvanized Boyd. He wrenched his bulging cock from her hands and threw himself down on her. His swollen rod poked frantically between her legs, up into the slick red labia. He muttered under his breath, swearing, because in his haste he'd missed the pulpy opening.
"Come on, Boyd, hurry," she gasped. "Shove it in!"
Just as she said it, he hit the mark. Both of them gave loud ecstatic screams as his stiff prick sank into her steaming, eager vagina. Her cream bathed his rod in a warm delightful way as he glided inside. She was no tight-pinched virgin, but the slick walls of her cunt clung snugly to his penetrating dick. His oozing glans snuggled against the slick mouth of her womb, his stiff balls coming to rest between her outstretched thighs.
"Ooooooo darling, yes," she whimpered, holding herself to him tightly. "Now do it, Boyd, give it to me! Fuck the livin' shit out of me!"
He couldn't have held back in any case. His triumphant blood urged him on, his muscular back moving in a fast white blur. The lust boiled in his brain as he fucked her hard and swiftly, his ass driving in and out with merciless force.
Carol could see that her mother was equally caught up in the breathtaking moment. Helen threw back her head, her pretty face contorted in a wild joyful grimace. She arched her body up sharply against him, her cunt creaming frantically around his pounding prick. It looked to the girl as if Helen were trying to take his root just as deeply into her belly as possible, as indeed she was. Her hands clawed around his shoulders, the nails digging in. She panted and moaned loudly, in a rising crescendo that would stop and start again as she fought for breath.
"Ahhhhh yes darling, fuck me! Fuck me hard!" she wailed. "It's been so goddamn long and it's so goddamn good! Boydie you fucking stud, fuck me now!"
The watching teen-ager felt the strange new sensations gripping her, and unconsciously rubbed her thighs together and gyrated her belly against the siding. She could see the thick white cock rising and slamming down again, cream dripping from it as it squished into her mother's womb. Even the sounds were thrilling, the pantings and slurpings and loud wet smackings which might have been embarrassing in other circumstances. Oh, this was the real thing, all right! She was not only seeing and hearing it, she was in some strange way vicariously sharing the wild turbulent pleasure.
As for Boyd, the uninhibited words pouring from her wet mouth excited him almost unbearably. He'd almost forgotten-though how could he forget?-what an exciting sexy lustful woman Helen was. In no time he was on the edge of cumming, trying to hold back and prolong the thrills, wanting to take her with him when he went. He knew her so well, or had once known her, that his memory translated all the little clues for him. Her pelvic muscles tightened, her groans took on a more frantic note, and her hands tightened their clutching hold on his shoulders. He knew she was on the verge of orgasm and made one last all-out effort, slamming his cock in and out of her like a pile driver.
"OOOOOO!" Helen suddenly screamed. "I'm cumming, oh, I'M CUMMINNNNGGG!"
He bellowed too and pounded on blissfully as her slippery sheath contracted violently around his deep-sunk cock, squeezing it and milking it. Even in the middle of the thunderous moment, he had a private happy grin. This woman could do more with her vaginal muscles than most women would with their whole bodies!
In moments, he shot his steaming sticky load into her, their bellies squishing and grinding together. His cum jetted out so quickly it overflowed her cunt and spurted out to stain the sheets below them.
Carol heard their hoarse cries and marveled because they sounded so tormented-yet she knew it was really bliss, not agony. She saw a measle-like flush spread over her mother's breasts and belly as the man fell away from her. But their bodies were still joined at the crotch and she wondered how that could be.
It took skill and practice, her mother could have told her as she lay panting, with the shrinking penis still inside her. It was one of the nice things about Boyd, she recalled, not to pull loose immediately and roll away. She wondered idly why, with all the publicity about foreplay, nobody ever talked about afterplay. Part of the pleasures of sex, at least to her, were these languorous moments after climax, when they were still close both emotionally and physically.
She supposed that not many lovers or married couples were as totally honest and open and uninhibited as she and Boyd.
"You're just as good as ever, darling," she said admiringly. "How'd I ever get along without you?"
"I guess you managed," he said dryly but not meanly. "But I know what you mean, honey.
There's never anybody like your first love, is there?"
"Yeah, you know it." She giggled lasciviously. "It was kinda fun when we had to sneak around, wasn't it? And so's this. I mean, nobody knows you're here yet. We've got the place to ourselves and ... you have to admit, it does add a certain spice."
"Ourselves and a couple of kids," he laughed.
Now Carol did press against the glass, eager to hear what her mother would say about herself and James.
"They're good kids, Helen said carelessly. "They won't give us any trouble. They're a pair of innocents, you know?" Her laugh was low and sexy. "Not like a couple of kids we used to know!"
Boyd laughed, too. "They're young yet."
"Not that young." She sighed. "I suppose I'll be stewing around about Carol and her boyfriends, just like Mom did about me. But hell, let's not think about it now!"
Her daughter moved slowly away from the window. So she and her brother were a pair of innocents-but her mother, quite obviously, had not been at the same age!
She had so much to think about! The show was over, she could tell by the way ma snuggled up to Boyd and closed her eyes. And besides, the girl had had about as much as she could handle. Ideas and speculations were whirling in her mind, competing for attention with the peculiar physical sensations. She wanted to concentrate on the sex angles and figure it all out. Why did they suck each other like that? And she needed to know exactly how a man managed to stick his penis up inside a woman, and how it would feel. At the same time, the overheard conversations were repeating in her mind like a stuck record.
Ma and Boyd had know each other for a long time, that was obvious. And they'd been lovers when they were teen-agers. Carol tried to remember everything she'd ever heard about her mother's girlhood, and about her dead father. She would have sworn Ma used to tell them that Daddy was her first boyfriend, so how did this Boyd fit in?
She'd have to talk to her brother. He was two years older, he'd remember more.
But the search for information would have to wait. At the moment, all she could think of was cooling off her sweaty body, and then having a little privacy to experiment. She wanted to stick her own fingers up inside herself, and find out what happened. Running swiftly but quietly, the girl headed for the dammed-up river pond. She could hardly wait to plunge into the cool water, and try to put out the fires which seemed to be burning inside of her.
There was certainly a lot more to sex than she'd ever dreamed!
CHAPTER TWO
Carol wished she had a mirror. For the first time in her life, she was examining her own body, including the parts which she somehow knew were "naughty" and therefore most interesting of all. Her small breasts she ignored as hopeless. Some of her friends, also thirteen, had developed real boobs already but hers were still small, high-set and perky. She longed for tits which would droop enough to make a bra necessary.
She sat on the warm grass next to the pond. Bushes, tall grass and trees screened her completely and she felt as private as home in her own bathroom or bedroom. Spreading her knees, she peered down at her pudenda. Just when she'd decided there was nothing to see, she discovered a small flap of flesh that she'd never noticed before. It was strangely situated between two pink folds of flesh at the front of her barely-haired crease. She touched it tentatively, and was pleased with the tingly sensation it gave her.
She remembered her mother's comment, when Boyd put his mouth on her pussy. Could this be the mysterious "clit" she was talking about? Carol experimented, stroking it with her forefinger. And the little triangular flap actually grew bigger, swelling up as she touched it!
Another peculiar thing happened to her at the same time. Her pussy grew damp and humid, while it itched in a strange way. Itch wasn't quite the right word, but she didn't know a better one; and it certainly wanted to be rubbed.
She leaned back on the cushiony grass, playing with her clit dreamily. She didn't know exactly what was happening but she was changing inside. She liked the changes but they rather scared her too. It was sex, she knew that much, and she yearned to learn more. If only there were some boys around, to kiss and touch her and maybe, even, go a little farther than that....
She knew she'd be afraid of older boys, and younger ones wouldn't be any help. But darn it, there must be some answer to her yearning romantic mood! After a while she shook herself like a puppy, and decided to into the pond again. The water was almost as warm as a bath, and added to her languid unfulfilled feeling. She waded slowly in hip-deep water, remembering all the new things she'd learned at her mother's window.
Carol splashed through the shallows, thinking that for every mystery solved, a new one popped up. Sometimes it was discouraging being a teen-ager. Then she remembered that with the discovery of her clit, she'd forgotten the real experiment she'd planned. So, laughing with pleasure, she squatted where she was.
The feel of the warm water on her pussy intensified the delightful pressure of her fingers on her clitoris, but she didn't stop there. Pushing a forefinger gently at what seemed to be the right place, she managed to penetrate past the fuzzy outer lips, to where the yielding flesh gave way into a sort of passage.
"Oh, I wish...." her wistful voice trailed off. She didn't really know what she wished for, but she was filled with nameless longings.
"Carol! Carol, where are you?"
She heard her brother's voice coming through the trees, evidently on the way to the pond. She gave one last probe up her cunt, shivering with pleasure, and then stood to wait for him. If only James would be in a good mood for once! They'd been the best of pals until recently, when he seemed to outgrow her and leave her behind.
"Jamesie, her I am!" She splashed her way to shore.
The boy who emerged from the bushes had just turned fifteen. He'd grown weedily in the past year, shooting up past his mother. His new height and changing voice made him feel awkward and self-conscious. He'd taken to spending more time alone or with his friends, avoiding his mother and sister. But now, isolated and bored, he was only too glad to have Carol to talk to.
"Hey!" he said, startled. "What's the big idea? Where's your swim suit?"
"Poo on swim suits," the little girl answered airily. "What's the matter, scared to swim in the pond?"
"Don't be dumb." He sat down on the bank of the pond, his eyes looking everywhere but at his sister's naked body. "You just better not let ma catch you, is all I can say."
"How can she catch me at anything, when she never gets out of bed with Boyd," she said saucily.
James blushed. He'd hoped his sister hadn't noticed what he himself was only too aware of. Since she did he was eager to talk about it, though embarrassed.
"Yeah," he said, staring into the water. "Some uncle."
"Poo on uncles, too." Carol remembered now that was how ma introduced Boyd: did she think they were completely stupid? Some of their friends' mothers were divorced and had a succession of "uncles" coming to stay. It was a sure way of identifying your mother's lover, according to the kids.
"Well, aren't you coming in the water?"
"Okay, okay." He was hot and sweaty and irritated, and maybe swimming would cool him down. He stripped off his T-shirt, revealing a thin, hairless chest. His shoulders were broadening, but daily wishing hadn't yet decorated his smooth chest with hair. Putting on a nonchalant attitude to hide his shyness, the boy slowly unzipped his jeans and pulled them down. Though Carol seemed unaware of it, he was all too conscious of the fact that they hadn't seen each other naked in some years, since they were very small children. He kicked the jeans aside and snaked his jockey shorts over his ankles.
"Hey, James, you've got hair!" Her bright eyes stared openly at his crotch, envious of the dark patch of fur. Looking down at herself, she wished her own would grow. Right now it was just a light golden fuzz, barely concealing her firm pink skin.
Her brother gave way to his desire and stared back. He was disappointed in the immaturity of her figure, but he didn't want to hurt her feelings. In the past year he'd developed an obsessive interest in women's bodies, and managed to sneak a few glances at his mother's. But just seeing a quick flash of thigh, or peering down her robe at her naked breasts, was far from satisfying. Nor did Carol's skinny frame thrill him. She was built almost like a boy, her hips small, her breasts hardly bigger than lemons. Sunlight glinted on the soft curls of her mons, or he might not even have noticed the wispy patch of hair.
For her part, Carol was equally disappointed. Her brother gave promise of being a big man, and the few sparse dark hairs up his belly were a hopeful sign. But his penis couldn't begin to compare with the monster she'd seen pushing into her mother's wet pussy.
They looked away from each other in mutual regret, and dived into the water. Swimming lazily in circles, Carol tried to think how to open a discussion on sex. There didn't seem to be any easy way. Her brother wasn't any help, floating on his back and ignoring her as he did. She'd always taken her childish problems to him and though he was only two years older, he'd helped her as much as he could. Now that she had a burning need to talk, to tell what she'd seen and ask his opinion, she didn't know how to begin.
But her bubbling zest for life could never be repressed for long. Grinning to herself, she dived smoothly under the surface and came up under his back. Her hand slipped between his thighs and grabbed his penis, tweaking it quickly.
"Hey! What the hell-" He made a grab for her and missed, went under and came up spluttering. "You little devil! "I'll fix you," he roared, half in earnest, and swam after her. Carol headed for the middle of the pond but her brother's longer arms and legs brought him up to her quickly. Laughing and splashing, they attacked each other in mock fury until he had a good grip on her and dragged her to shore.
"Smartass kid," the boy said, suddenly conscious of their wet naked bodies as he held her close. "What you need is a good spanking!"
"I dare you!" Her eyes sparkling, Carol began to get that peculiar feeling again. When he slung her over his knees, she lay perfectly still. Heat spread through her slender frame. She felt his hand descend on her bare bottom, not with a slap but a caress. Neither of them made a sound as she lay across his lap and he stroked her ass, letting his fingers trail down the damp crease.
Carol couldn't stand it any longer. Wriggling like an eel, she turned over and sat up, still on his lap. With a mischievous grin she said, "I'll show you mine if you'll show me yours!"
The childish taunt broke the tension. All at once her brother felt relaxed and at ease, unworried about the implications of what they were doing. He put his arms around her and gave her a quick hug. She plastered herself against his chest and began to kiss and gently bite his neck and shoulders.
"What do you know about it, anyway," he said fondly, still holding her close.
"More'n you think," she answered in her usual saucy fashion. "I've been watching-oh, Jamesie, can we talk about it, please? Don't get mad at me! I've been peeking at ma and Boyd-all right, Uncle Boyd," she added mockingly. "Goll-eee, why do the grown-ups have all the fun!"
"Peeking? When?" His heart thudded. He'd been dying to know what went on behind the closed bedroom door-but leave it to Carol to actually find out!
"Ever since we've been here-well, that's only three days. But I watched them a long time this morning, through the little window. And, Jamesie, I just HAVE to know!"
"Know what?" They both spoke in hushed voices. He didn't move when she slipped off his lap and knelt in front of him, just between his knees. Looking down at her, he realized her tits weren't so tiny after all. She looked a lot more womanly from this angle.
"Can your peter get big and hard like that? Can I look at it, please, Jamesie?" She was so close to penis, she stared and couldn't look away. Her mouth fell open a little as she took in all the details. James thighs and flat belly were tanned, but his cock was startlingly white by contrast. It lay limp and soft in the crease between his thighs, the glans hidden by the delicate wrinkled foreskin. A few longish dark hairs curled in his crotch, and seemed to come to a point up his belly. She frowned, wondering why his dick wasn't round and red at the end, like the glimpses she'd had of Boyd's.
She didn't think she'd better mention this. If Jamesie were somehow lacking in complete male equipment, it wouldn't be considerate to tell him so.
"What's the matter?" he squeaked. "Can it get bigger like Boyd's?" she asked childishly.
"Well, sure." He blushed, having only recently learned about masturbation from some older boys. "You gotta rub it, you know, like this-" He took the limp organ in his hands and began to stroke and pump it. Just a few hours ago, he'd have died rather than jerk off in front of his sister. But now it seemed perfectly natural-in fact, it would be a lot of fun. He made a fist around it and pumped harder.
"Oooooo, it's swelling up!" Her eyes sparkled and she pushed his hand away. "Let me do it, Jamesie, huh? Please!"
The first touch of his warm soft flesh made her shiver. She played with the little organ avidly for a few minutes, pumping it in her hand the way she'd seen him do it. When she actually felt it grow and begin to stiffen in her hands, she grew dizzy.
"What's it doing, huh? Look at the end of it!" she squealed.
"Yeah, do it like this." He barely touched for foreskin when his sister grasped the idea and shoved his hands away.
Carol tweaked the dear little point of his prick experimentally, gently but steadily slipping the skin back. When she saw the pretty red nut underneath, her eyes widened and her body felt a now familiar tingling sensation. She admired the cleverly designed glans with its delicate cleft and pinpoint hole. When she tested the surface with her finger, it was moist, silky and hot. She could see her brother's pleasure in being touched on that most sensitive of spots, and began to trace her fingertip lightly around the little red glans, slowly circling and rubbing.
"Oh, shit," the boy sighed. "That feels so good!"
She thought briefly about her own newly discovered clitoris, but that could wait. His prick continued to grow and stiffen, until it was a perfect miniature of the ore she'd admired so much through the bedroom window. And she remembered what ma had done, which seemed to thrill Boyd. Then it had seemed bizarre but now she could understand that it was perfectly natural. Her own mouth was watering and she couldn't resist.
Inching forward between his thighs, she bent her head and opened her mouth. With a quick juicy inhalation, she sucked it all the way into her mouth. The sensation excited her immediately, and she began to suck on it swiftly and hard. Her heart tripped faster and without knowing it, she made tight little circles with her slim hips. She shifted her weight so that her own heel was pressing up into her creaming pussy, and unconsciously ground herself down on it.
"Hey! Carol! What are you...?" James' voice trailed off as his shock melted into pleasure. Her hot juices bathed his rigid rod and sent sharp stings of excitement out from it.
"Jeezusss, Sis, you're something else," he marveled in a trembling voice.
She rolled her eyes up at him wickedly and somehow managed to grin around the swollen penis which filled her mouth. She began to think that just sucking wasn't enough, and let her tongue slide along the hot shaft. Her slim fingers grabbed his hips and forced his pelvis forward toward her.
James found the dizzying sensations to be the most fun he'd ever had. Instinctively he clutched her shoulders and obeyed the urge to fuck into her mouth. He pumped his hips in a rapid rhythm, feeding her his thick rod in short sharp strokes.
His distress was sharp and quick when she suddenly let go of his erect penis, pulling her head back so the stiff rod lost its warm exciting nest. At the same time, the boy told himself that what they were doing was wrong, vaguely obscene. He wanted to cry from the conflict in his mind.
"What's wrong, Carol?" he asked anxiously. "Why'd you quit?"
"Just ... getting my breath," she panted.
Actually, something strange had been happening inside her. She shivered convulsively, and a blissful feeling seemed to spread out from her contracting vagina. She was having her first orgasm, a small and imprecise one, but infinitely sweet. Her eyes glazed and her knees buckled so that she fell forward on her brother's thighs.
Not understanding, he still patted and stroked her shoulders consolingly. "I guess we shouldn't be doing that, anyway," he said sadly. "It felt good, but ... I dunno."
Almost recovered, Carol grinned up at him. "Why shouldn't we? What the shit, Jamesie, ma was doing it to Boyd!"
A picture slowly formed in his mind of his mother-his mother-on her hands and knees, sucking a grossly distorted cock. The boy felt jealousy like a flame but failed to understand it. Instead, he became angry and disgusted with his mother. How could she do such a thing to this man, this stranger? An idea he'd had before popped back in his mind, and became more real.
"Boyd!" he said with a grimace. "Listen, Carol, I'll tell you about him later. What I think, that is, I'm not sure."
"Okay. Can I suck your prick again, Jamesie?"
"Sure, why not!" He'd been afraid she wouldn't and he leaned back with relief, waiting for the fast hard sucking which sent such indescribable thrills through him.
But the impish girl, temporarily relieved of her aching need, decided to tease. She held his wet swollen dick on the palms of her hands and ran her tongue up and down it. She bit gently at the white silky-skinned shaft, and rubbed it on her cheeks and closed eyelids. While her brother alternately sighed and moaned, she poked the tip of her tongue into the burning hot cleft and pinhole.
"Holy shit," he sighed. "Where do you get your ideas?" But he was thrilled and the tension grew inside him until he wanted to grab her and force her head down around his almost bursting cock. Carol finally sucked it in again while he closed his eyes and sighed blissfully. The picture of his mother and Boyd kept coming back to his mind but he managed to shut it out. He told himself righteously that if ma could do it, so could he and Carol! Besides, there was no way he could turn down the delicious experience.
He began to pump again, so strongly he had to hold the back of her head while he battered into her soft palate with his bulging hot cockhead. He was afraid for a minute he was hurting her, but his fears were allayed by the wild way she flung her head back and forth, coming to meet the hard slamming dick.
He was frantically excited and almost out of control when he felt a tingling in the very tip of his cock. Then the beautiful sensation spread through his whole body, while his balls seemed to clench and unclench. His cock rippled and strained, and there was a delicious burning sensation in his glans. He realized that he was about to shoot his load right into his sister's mouth.
"Oh, hey, quit! Carol, stop now!" But he couldn't seem to stop himself, and his sister was deaf to his cries. He'd feel terrible about it later, he thought numbly, and then it happened.
"Owwwww! Holy shit, yeah!" he squealed. "Wowwww!"
Carol felt the burning liquid jetting into her throat, and swallowed instinctively. She only had a vague idea of what was happening, but the natural thing was to take it all down her throat and she did, her cheeks hollowing and swelling in turns. The milky sperm tasted strange but she liked it, and she continued to swallow and suck until she'd pumped him dry. Then as her brother fell back on the grass, panting heavily, she felt the now limp little penis slide over her lips.
"Ummmmmm," she murmured. "Hey, wasn't that something!"
While he lay back recovering from the exhilarating experience, Carol decided to satisfy the rest of her curiosity about the male body. She could take her time, because obviously her brother was in no hurry to move. She examined his slim, muscular thighs and gently pressed them apart. Without thinking, he obeyed her urging and spread his legs. She stared open-mouthed at what she saw. She guessed she'd once seen him naked, probably more than once, but that was when she was tiny and hadn't been interested. Now she could see how different he was from herself. His rosy testicles hung limply in their finely ridged sac, and she stroked them, wondering what their exact purpose was.
Between this unusual feature and his pink-brown anus was nothing but flat space. She felt her own long hair-lined crease and peered down at it briefly. She liked the way she was built, but she had a quick envy of his penis. Not that she'd want the thing dangling between her legs, but how handy it was when you had to pee! She petted the warm limp balls, and poked a finger at his asshole, as if she meant to probe it.
"Hey!" He sat up grinning. "What are you up to now, you imp!"
"Just browsing," she said, smiling back.
"See anything you want to buy?"
"No, just borrow!" With this exchange, she felt once more on the old friendly footing with her brother. It was so nice saying exactly what popped into your head, not worrying about how the other person would take it. She knew she could never feel this way with another boy. Well, not for years and years anyhow, until she'd grown up quite a lot more.
He looked at her thoughtfully. "We probably shouldn't have done that, but shit! It was the most fun I've had in a long time."
"Me, too." She frowned and said, "It's silly to say we shouldn't have done it. We just have to play it cool and not let ma find out. But what's the difference, we've been doing that for years."
"It's a little different than swiping cookies, you know."
"Tastes better, too," she said irrepressibly. "There's just one thing, though, brother dear...."
"Yeah?"
"I saw yours! Now how about looking at mine?" Still smiling, she spread her legs wide. "Have I ever got something to show you!"
CHAPTER THREE
James was properly impressed with the discovery of his sister's clitoris. "But what's it for?" he asked, puzzled over the small flap of flesh.
"I dunno, just to have fun with, I guess," Carol said. "And you know what? It swells up just like your cock! Well, not HUGE like your peter...."
"Mine doesn't get huge," he said modestly but secretly gratified by her description, however inaccurate.
"Huge compared to my clit. Anyhow, it does! and like Ma says, when you play with it, it just ... sends me into orbit!"
"Did she say that?" James demanded. His attention was divided between the interesting new plaything in his sister's pussy and his pleased shock at her eavesdropping. He considered it ethical enough, because it was the only way kids ever found out anything. If grown-ups would level with their children, and tell them the truth, they wouldn't have to snoop. Anyway that was the way James looked at it.
"Yeah, and lots more." She paused, looked teasingly at her brother. "I'll tell you ALL about it, just as soon as you get done sending me into orbit!"
"Okay, okay," he grinned. He'd been busy examining her as carefully as she'd studied him. He found her miniature pussy most intriguing. He'd always wondered about girls. Once he went so far as to get his hand inside a girl's panties, but then she promptly screamed and ran home. This short encounter only sharpened his curiosity, as did the nudes he'd seen in Playboy. Those girls were beautiful, he and his friends agreed, but they sure didn't look like anybody real.
Now he stroked her outer labia, curling the little hairs around his fingers, and pried the fat pink lips open to peer inside. Everything seemed so cunningly designed, all folded in on itself, all so rosy and shiny and pretty. He exposed the ragged mouth of her cunt, seeing the difference in the gleaming red inner flesh and the outer lips. It all looked intricate and complicated to the boy, and still mysterious compared to a male's straightforward genital equipment.
Carol liked to watch him fingering her twat, his tanned, handsome face serious. And she especially liked the stings of pleasure which shot through her from time to time. She felt briefly superior when she talked about her clit; but on the whole, she was glad to make this first sexual experiment with her much loved and trusted brother. Somehow it was cozy and safe, without the frightening implications of having a boyfriend, someone you really hardly knew.
"Where does the cock go?" he wondered.
"Right up there, silly!" she laughed. "Go ahead, poke your finger in it, I like it!" Her cream was now bubbling visibly, coating his hands and lubricating his way as he thrust a tentative finger into her little hot hole. She writhed her small ass on the ground and panted loudly as he poked his fingers up toward her womb. It made her excited deep down in the pit of her stomach. Her gently rounded belly fluttered and her eyes widened as the boy pulled his finger out and pushed in again several times.
"You like that?" James asked.
"Ummhmmmm! It's like fucking, isn't it?" She hesitated, and went on. "Can we fuck, d'you suppose? Are we old enough yet?"
He hated to admit not knowing, but he couldn't lie. "Maybe later on well try it," he said doubtfully. He knew, if his sister didn't, about something called a hymen. He wasn't sure just how this could or should be broken. In fact, having heard older guys talk about taking a girl's "cherry," he had a dim mental picture of it as a sort of round red bottleneck, that somehow came out the first time she had intercourse.
"Listen, James, play with my clit," she said imperiously. "Suck it like I sucked your cock!"
The boy set to with a will, hoping to make his sister as happy as she'd made him. He gently stroked the small nubbin, seeing as he did so that a thin but steady trickle of cream was running out of her sweet little pussy and down both thighs. Her clit began to swell and stand erect in a miraculous fashion, and her labia were so pinkly puffed that her delicate pubic fringe couldn't hide them. He realized that she was as horny as he'd been, and it was a revelation to him, as he hadn't known that girls could get this way, too. Boy, he thought gleefully, chicks won't be able to fool ME any more! They want it just as much as guys, but they just don't dare let anyone know it!
He'd heard the phrase "like a bitch in heat" and now the real meaning of it came clear. Carol was in heat all right, sighing and moaning and grabbing at his shoulders. He licked first one side of her sensitive clit and then the other, trying his youthful best to thrill her. She poked her pelvis toward him and he rubbed her more swiftly, knowing she needed more friction. He caught the slippery little bud between his thumb and forefinger, rolling it, and the cream poured down her legs.
"Does that feel good?" he asked hoarsely, caught up himself in her pleasure. He began to tingle and felt his cock twitch as he went back to sucking the rosy slick bud.
"Ohhhh yes, wowww!" she gurgled. Her eyes opened wide and became glazed with eu t so she stared at him with our seeing. Her ass wiggled frantically as he brought his hot slick tongue into contact with the moist sensitive vulva.
"Oh, YEAH!" she shouted. "That feels just right, Jamesie, it feels great! Do it some more!"
His stiff tongue tip tickled her clit and moved back to the girlishly pure twat. Carried away, he began to lick her all over: the insides of her thighs, the depth of her creaming labia, even her backside and into the crease of her ass. When his tongue swept over her asshole she gave a particularly sensual wriggle, which inspired him. He stuck his tongue at her puckered anus and poked the tip in perhaps half an inch, while Carol screamed happily and creamed all over his chin. He went back to her cunt and worked his tongue a little way inside, feeling the inner lips and walls close eagerly over it. Then he returned to her clit and planted his mouth on the little red button, sucking it loudly, juicily, while the blissful girl shrieked out her pleasure.
In her excitement she grabbed his cock in her little hand and began to pump it. It felt so good, he had to stop a moment and let his heart resume its normal beat. He had another hard-on already, he thought, feeling very adult. She rubbed the sensitive glans, spreading sticky cream all over it, and in response he sucked her clit all the harder and faster.
She moaned while he nibbled her stiff little bud with his teeth. James began to wonder how long he could keep this up, and how much it would take to satisfy her. Did girls cum? He really didn't know, but he did know he was about to pop off again almost any second. The way she had her hands clamped on his stiff little rod, every move he made intensified his agonized pleasure. She was far too caught up in her own sensations to do more than clutch at him, but at the moment that was enough.
Suddenly her slim body began to tremble, her hips jerked convulsively and he guessed she was beginning to cum. Howling her pleasure, she rammed her pussy hard against his face and he gave her a last thorough sucking on the quivering scarlet clit."
"AHHHHHHHHH! OOOOOOOOOOO!" she wailed. "What's happening, Jamesie! I feel so strange, so good ... OWWWWWW!"
He kept on sucking her through jolt after jolt of blinding pleasure, so intense he could almost feel it too. Then suddenly her shrill cries stopped and he felt her hands scrabbling on his groin, again holding his aching dick. His erection was almost ready to let go and when she clamped her mouth on it he was electrified. His bliss was complete when his fat little penis was enveloped in hot saliva and slick flesh.
She sucked him frantically until he felt the burning wetness at the tip of his prick and began td shoot his load into her throat. Once again, his sister gulped down his cum as if she had been waiting all her life for something so delicious. When he had finished, Carol licked it clean so as not to miss one savory drop.
The two teen-agers lay next to one another companionably, slowly recovering from their mutual joyous exhaustion. James patted his sister's thigh and then took her hand. He wanted to talk but it took time to get his breath back and even longer for his heart to slow its furious pounding.
"Listen, sis," he said finally. "Did you really spy on ma and that man-Uncle Boyd?"
She snickered. "Some uncle. Yeah, I been watching and listening. And I can't figure it out. I don't mean the sex part." She looked at her brother and blushed sweetly. "I figured that out okay, didn't I?"
"You sure as hell did," he grinned. "But never mind that now, tell me the rest. What was so confusing?"
"Lots of things! For instance, how come ma is so loose all of a sudden? She never brought any man home before."
"I know." The boy was thoughtful. "I have some ideas, but I dunno if they're right. Tell me what ma said."
Carol repeated the remarks about there being "nobody like your first lover" and the "sneaking around."
"And James, can't you remember ma talking about our father, how he was her first boyfriend, and all that? And how young they were when they got married? Either she was lying to us, which seems silly, or-well, what? I just plain don't understand!"
It all fitted together somehow, James thought. He hardly dared say what he suspected, even with his mother's quotes for confirmation. He said, "Let me think a minute," to his sister and then let his mind drift back over the past week. As relaxed and contented as he felt, it was difficult to concentrate but the questions in his mind would give him no peace.
As far back as he could remember, the three of them had lived alone: mother, son and daughter. They had no close relatives, he was told. His father had died in an automobile crash when he was three, and his sister barely a year old. The youngsters had a small income every month from Social Security, or so his mother said. The checks went directly to the bank and he never saw them. She supplemented them by doing part-time secretarial work. They never had money to throw around, but they'd never gone hungry, either.
As soon as he was old enough to look around, he'd discovered his mother to be a very attractive woman. She was a little overweight, true. But the way men looked at her on the street, he knew there were plenty of guys who could get the hots for her. James and Card went through a period of bugging her about remarrying, begging for a father. Ma always laughed it off and they finally forgot about it. She went out often, men came to pick her up and sometimes she was gone all night. But whatever sex life she might have had, she kept it far from her home-until this past week.
Then everything happened so quickly, he hardly had time to think about it. First was the letter, which he never got a chance to see because she burned it up in an ashtray. When she was reading it, James thought she looked both happy and sad at the same time. Her eyes sparkled but worry lines appeared on her forehead. It was right after the letter arrived that she announced that they were going to take an early summer vacation, in this house she knew about.
Naturally the kids asked all sorts of questions, which she answered in a vague way. It was rather isolated but they could swim in the pond and go hiking. Carol pouted about having to leave her friends for two whole weeks but James, being older, kept quiet. He sensed there was more which his mother wasn't telling them.
Then, only the day before they left, she announced that they would have company at the cottage. "Uncle Boyd" would be joining them, a very nice man, she said; they'd like him.
"He's a sort of cousin, actually, but you can call him Uncle Boyd. I haven't seen him in years but he can't have changed very much. It'll be a lot of fun."
Fun for whom? Fun for ma alone was the quick answer. James really couldn't believe it because for the first time in their short lives, their mother seemed almost indifferent to them. She behaved in a girlish fashion which blew his mind, you might almost say flirting with the man. They laughed a lot about things which didn't seem funny to the youngsters, sort of private jokes out of the past. Ma had a bunch of new clothes, all of them young-looking and designed to emphasize her body.
James liked Boyd okay, what he got to know of him-which wasn't much. Because-and this was the part which left him amazed, hurt and jealous-ma spent as much time as she could manage alone with Boyd.
The ramshackle cottage had three bedrooms, and ma made up a couch in the living room for Boyd's bed. After the first night, though, he didn't even bother to rumple the sheets to deceive the kids into thinking he's slept there. Now, three days into their two weeks, the two adults shut themselves into ma's bedroom for hours at a time, during the day as well as at night. James felt as if his world had gone topsy-turvey.
He didn't blame his sister for eavesdropping. It was as much a need for information as for sexual peeping, he knew. In fact, he'd come upon Carol standing tiptoe in front of the window, and stole softly away, leaving her to it, hoping she'd hear something which would explain the shocking changes in their lives.
"Hey, James," she interrupted his reverie. "Something else. Did you notice last month, how many times that guy, that Jerry, came to take her out? I thought she was really getting serious about him, until this Boyd came along."
"Who? Oh yeah, that one. Naw, Sis, there've been lots of guys like that." Her other dates were irrelevant, he was sure of that. There'd been lots of men through the years, but he'd come to believe none of them were important enough to change the comfortable security of their lives. And he'd long outgrown the need he once felt for a father.
Unless-it should be his real father!
He didn't know whether or not to tell his little sister what he suspected was the truth. She could only be hurt if he were wrong. Yet, knowing his mother as he did, he was sure he was right. She wouldn't carry on like this with just any man, he knew it for sure. He made a decision; Carol had a right to hear his suspicions.
"Sis, did you ever notice ma doesn't have any pictures of our father?" When she nodded, he went on. "I don't think he's dead at all ... I think Boyd IS our real father!"
The naked little girl, relaxed and rosy, sat bolt upright. James noticed irrelevantly that her face and thighs were still stained with his cream, and that her hard little tits peaked with her excitement.
"Boyd is Daddy?" She paused to think it over. "Then where's he been all these years?"
"I dunno ... maybe they had a fight and ... heck, I guess it doesn't make sense. But then, neither does anything else! It just isn't like ma to screw around in front of us practically, unless he's somebody really important to her."
Carol, with her active teen-age imagination, immediately came up with an explanation. "If he'd been a prisoner of war or something like that, she'd tell us. But what if ... Jamesie, what if he did something bad and got sent to prison? She wouldn't want to tell her little kids about it. And she wouldn't want the neighbors to know, either!"
Dreamily the scenario unfolded in her mind. Daddy wouldn't have done anything really bad or wicked, or course. Maybe he got in a fight with a man ... over ma ... and accidentally killed him. If he had just that one time, well, he'd paid his debt to society, hadn't he? The more she thought about it, the more she liked it. Eagerly she explained the whole thing to Boyd, who looked skeptical but interested.
"....and that's why ma never got married all these years," she concluded happily. "Because she was really married all the time!"
The boy had to admit it made a certain amount of sense, although it also seemed wildly romantic. Things like this didn't happen to ordinary people like them ... or did they?
"Well just have to keep our eyes and ears open," he said. "You know, make it easy for her to tell us." Suddenly he'd had enough of serious thought and speculation. "Come on, I'll race you across the pond," he said, leaping to his feet.
"Bet you a buck," Carol answered happily, throwing herself into the water, and thrashing in her own version of the crawl.
But James stopped short of the pond. He'd cut a toe on a sharp rock and it was bleeding heavily. "Hey, Carol, wait up! I'm gonna run back and get a Band-aid on this." He put on his pants and hopped off, leaving a red trail of droplets behind him.
"Heck." Carol sat down right where she was, in the shallows. Her fertile imagination began to picture the reunion between her parents-who had, of course, been loving and faithful to each other through the years. Unconsciously she reached between her legs and began to play with her clit. Sinking back until only her head, her tits and her knees were above water, she discovered the delightful way little wavelets would slap against her young fuzzy pussy and start up all those exciting emotions again. She poked a middle finger into the indentation of her slick creamy cunt, imagining it was James' finger doing what he'd already delightfully done. What would it be like to have his hard cock up there? She shivered all over with the thought.
When Boyd walked through the trees onto the far, high bank of the pond, he thought at first he was alone, and was disappointed. He'd come particularly to get acquainted with these children, knowing he'd practically ignored them until then. He had a very deep interest in them, even though he hadn't shown it.
Spotting Carol, he was about to call to her when he discovered first, that she was naked and next, that she was doing something he couldn't understand. He stared for long sunlit seconds and then began to laugh quietly. Like mother, like daughter, he said to himself, still chuckling. The little sweetheart was jerking off! He should be shocked, he supposed; she was only thirteen, after all! Thirteen years old ... but that wasn't exactly a baby, these days. Or any days! He'd noticed already that she was physically mature, or close to it. Her little hips were beginning to swell in a womanly way, and her nipples pushed against the front of her T-shirts. She was just on the verge of becoming a woman, and the knowledge made him feel sad, glad and very old all at the same time.
What was even worse, he found that her excitement aroused him violently. Perhaps it was just the erotic situation itself. Running across a beautiful naked girl, already in heat, in the middle of nowhere-that was like all the wet dreams every boy and man had at one time or another.
Bemused, he stared at the lithe young girl, seeing what he hadn't noticed before. Her hair was straight, shining, brown like her mother's. Now it floated around her piquant little face. She was very slender and firm, with all the glorious smooth-skinned perfection of youth. Her pert little white boobs jiggled deliciously as she moved. The water was so clear he could see her snatch, golden-brown and gleaming, yet tiny and adorable.
J wanted to get to know her, he thought, but not in the Biblical sense I'm thinking of now! Yet it was impossible to look at her and not have lewd thoughts coursing through his mind.
It took almost a physical effort to yank his eyes away from nubile, eager young body. He went back to the path which circled the pond. By the time he went over the bridge and came out on the other side, she'd have cum and be swimming or sudding again. And maybe by that time, his treacherous cock would have subsided!
He'd have to be very understanding, he decided. Not come down like the heavy father or anything-of course, he hadn't any right to, had he? No, he'd be her friend, someone older and understanding. Stepping gingerly on the rickety footbridge, his eyes were on his footing but what he really saw was the shimmering fragile body of a young girl, all ready to blossom into womanhood.
CHAPTER FOUR
Instinctively, Carol spread her little hands over her tits and crotch when Boyd walked out of the bushes. When she saw who it was, her heart began to trip quickly. Could this really be her father? She never doubted anything her brother said, but this was a bit too much like a novel or a movie. Common sense told her such things didn't really happen. Still, she stared at him curiously, intrigued by the romantic thought of meeting a long-lost parent.
"Hi, there," Boyd said, looking anywhere but at her. "Nice place to go skinny-dipping. Am I in the way?"
"Oh no, not at all!" Recovering her usual impish sense of fun, she said, "Why don't you try it? The water's great!"
"Maybe I could," he said doubtfully, unsure he could control his physical reactions. Still, seeing her up close, he assured himself she was only a child, after all. And he'd just spent hours and hours in bed with the one woman who could really turn him on any time, any place ... and satisfy him, too, as no other female could. He certainly ought to have had enough sex to last him for a while!
Misinterpreting, Carol said, "Maybe you don't approve. I can get dressed, that is, swim in my underwear if you want to do that." She didn't want him to go away, but she was a little put out with his seeming propriety. "Didn't you ever go skinny-dipping when you were a kid?"
"Oh, sure," he answered pleasantly. "Matter of fact, it sounds like a good idea." He couldn't help being self-conscious as he kicked out of his loafers and began to unbutton his shirt. He'd assumed she'd look away; but instead, she kept her wide brown unblinking stare fixed on him.
"What's the matter?" she asked as he hesitated and looked around.
"Just ... uh ... looking for a place to pee," he said foolishly. It was ridiculous to be embarrassed about exposing his nudity to a kid. But why the hell did she stare like that?
"James uses that bush right there," she lied, pointing. In fact, until today she am" her brother hadn't been naked together since they were practically babies, and James certainly never would have pissed in front of her-though maybe he would now. She watched curiously to see what Boyd might do, how he would handle the situation. And all of a sudden, she discovered her own bladder was overful. Her first instinct was to scramble into the bushes, but she couldn't do that, could she? After all, she'd more or less challenged him to pee in front of her and she wouldn't be the one to chicken out.
Looking more self-assured than she was, Carol remarked casually, "I gotta go, too." She walked a few steps to the edge of the bushes, and squatted quickly. The thick yellow stream began to gush out of her miniature pussy, splashing noisily on the ground.
All Boyd could do was stare. He was stunned by her nonchalant attitude, and wondered if this were the way Helen had brought the kids up. When Carol stood up, wriggling her ass to shake the last drop from her damp twat, he discovered he really did have to urinate. He turned his back to the child and aimed the odorous stream at some shrubbery, embarrassed in a way he couldn't understand. Suddenly he found Carol at his elbow, fascinated with the look of his cock and the urine jetting from it. Boyd told himself not to get uptight but it was the oddest situation he'd ever been in in his life. Carol stood so close, a few yellow drops spattered wetly on her legs.
"You sure did have to go," was the only comment she made. What she was really thinking would have astonished him more. Boyd might get undressed and go skinny-dipping, and he might not. But at least she'd gotten one real good look at his cock! She was once again filled with wistful yearnings which seemed to center on the thick-shafted penis he held so casually. Seeing it through the window while plunging into her mother's vagina was not nearly as satisfactory as the view she now had. Her sweaty palms began to itch with the desire to touch it and hold it, and maybe even plant her rosy lips on it the way she had on her brother's.
"Well, um, you still want to swim?" Boyd finished taking off his shirt and socks, and pulled down the zipper in his fly. What the hell, he thought; she'd already seen him, hadn't she? And maybe a cooling swim was just what he needed now, to get himself back on an even keel. He stepped out of his slacks and hung them on a tree limb, removed his shorts and headed directly for the pond.
If Carol had been intrigued by the sight of his pissing cock, she was transfixed by the reality of the naked man. His flat ass, hairy legs, the reddish balls that bounced when he ran, were absolutely the most interesting things she'd ever seen. Her vague dreams suddenly crystallized, and she knew exactly what she wanted. She would absolutely die, she told herself, if she didn't have it! Her whole body cried out to be fucked by this man, ravished, screwed, balled ... any way you wanted to put it. Instinctively she knew he was interested in her but held back by stupid adult morality. And it was up to her to change his mind....
Boyd was no saint-far from it!-but he would have been very upset if he could have read her mind. He was having enough of a problem with his own reactions, because everything which had happened in the last ten minutes or so served to increase the confusion and erotic bent of his mind.
He strode rapidly into the water, the water splashing up around him. He swam out into the middle, then around the circumference of the small pond. When he felt tired and in control of his emotions, he returned to Carol with new resolve. He was going to get to know this child, as he should have done years befe.
He found her standing knee-deep in the water, her eyes dreamily fixed on the distant horizon. She was so obviously deep in her own thoughts or day-dreams, he hesitated to interrupt her. Then he saw a wet whiteness on the insides of her tanned slim thighs, a steady trickle of cream running out of her lightly fuzzed pussy. She shifted her stance slightly, and he became aware of her labia, puffed and reddish under the golden down. Her little pussy drew his eyes like a magnet. He could hardly believe it, but the child's clitoris was rosily visible, so swollen and excited that it poked out from her delicate pubic fringe.
Boyd gluped and tried to look away. It was all very well to say 'like mother, like daughter'-but he certainly couldn't be the one to take advantage of the girl's horniness, could he? He knew very well what would be happening if she were in her home, with boyfriends all around, rather than in the wilderness with him. She couldn't have helped it!
And naturally his own body was reacting in a most treacherous fashion. Disgusted with himself, he began to turn away. His huge erection wagged in front of him, seemingly the most visible sight for miles around. Carol's eyes were drawn to it as inevitably as his had been to her aroused twat. Her mouth fell open and she licked her lips, unconsciously lewd. She took a step forward, and then another. Mesmerized himself, Boyd stood there and watched her splash through the shallows until she was almost touching him and he could feel the heat emanating from her fevered body.
"Gollleeeeee," she whispered hoarsely. "Is that yours?"
It was such a naive little-girl remark that he wanted to laugh. He felt like a dirty old man, but all the same he was almost unbearably excited. She was such a darling! And, he rationalized, he wasn't going to harm her, after all! She was better off with him than with some randy pimpled boy, who might give her wrong, unpleasant ideas about sex.
Her little hand reached out and touched his hot meat, and then she jumped as if it'd shocked her. A slow smile spread over her face. "Can I just touch it?" she sighed. "I feel sooo ... I dunno, Boyd. I just feel so strange!"
"I understand," he said sympathetically. His heart was flooded with love and pity. He understood all too well what she was going through, and he wished desperately he could help. He knew her persistent cunt would give her no peace until she found some kind of relief.
"Poor little girl," he said. "You've really got the hornies, haven't you!"
"Oh you do understand," she cried gratefully, moving even closer. "I just don't know what to do! Do you think I'm terrible and wicked, Boyd?"
"No, no, not at all," he answered soothingly. He knew it was guilt which took the pleasure out of sex for so many people, and he didn't want her to grow up like that. "Listen, honey, maybe I can help you." His own mouth was watering as he noticed her miniature clit was even redder and fatter, poking more noticeably than ever out of her little snatch. The soft curly hairs of her pussy glistened with the cream which flowed down, staining her soft skin and puddling around her knees in the clear water.
"Would you, Boyd? Honest?" she asked intensely.
"Yes, yes, little darling, just relax now." His knees trembled so he could hardly stand, so Boyd let himself down into the water. Her tiny fuzzy mons was only inches from his eyes, and in a kind of daze he reached out and gently rubbed the slick moist clit.
"Wowweee!" she gasped loudly. "Oh, yeah, that feels great!" Her pelvis poked forward toward him, and her legs parted as she shifted her feet. "Do it some more, please!"
Now that he'd begun, he knew this was the only answer. He would relieve her of this agonizing sexual tension first, because otherwise he couldn't reach her mind. Then they'd sit down and have a long talk together. He'd have to teach her how to masturbate, he thought ruefully, since that was the only outlet society would allow her. It was damnable, when you stopped to think about it. Just at the time when youngsters first perceived what pleasures their bodies could give them, the world said: No, no! They were educated about everything except themselves!
So while it might be unconventional, the best thing he could do for the dear little girl was to help her to cum as quickly as possible. Then perhaps he could explain, as kindly as possible, the difficult role society demanded of her. After that, he thought with a sigh, Helen would have to take over.
Her pelvis swayed in front of his eyes as he rubbed his fingertip over the quivering little bump of flesh. She needed more friction and he pinned the slippery little bud between thumb and forefinger, rolling it gently.
"Does that help, Carol? Do you feel better?"
"Shit, oh dear, it's heavenly! Don't stop," she begged. Her eyes were rolling back in her head, and she positioned her body grotesquely with knees wide apart, exposing the whole of her hungry cunt, grabbing his shoulders to keep her balance.
Boyd was just as caught up in the erotic situation as was the girl. Touching her intimate parts hadn't done a thing to decrease his aching hard-on! He glanced down and saw she wasn't the only one staining the pond; his own cream bubbled out hotly from the tip of his cock. It was all he could do to keep from grabbing her violently and throwing her down on the bank, and shoving his rigid fat cock right up her girlishly tight hole! He rested his fevered forehead against her flat satiny tummy and wished sadly that he were the kind of man who could do that.
"Oh, shit," she sighed. "This is really great."
The feel of his hot skin on her belly, the sight of his dark head, filled her with warmth and longing. Her own skin was flushing rosily, she noticed curiously and in a kind of dream. She swallowed hard as she felt the insistent beat inside her swelling into a crescendo. She shook all over as she'd done when her brother sucked her clit, and felt the quick flutterings of her labia with a kind of wonder.
Boyd knew she'd had a little orgasm, although she hardly made a sound. He felt the fast vibrations in her heavily creaming cunt. His fingers found the tiny indentation of her vaginal mouth, sopping wet with her juices. Warning himself to take it easy, he poked the tip of a finger into the warm wet passage. It was incredibly tight, and yet her inner muscles automatically gripped his finger, seeking hungrily to take him in deeper. This involuntary physical response thrilled him even more, with its promise of rich womanhood.
"Boyd, oh, Boyd," she said in a high little-girl voice. Looking down and seeing his swollen hot meat poking up at her, she acted quickly and without thinking. She pushed at his shoulders and caught him off balance. He was sprawled in front of her with his monstrous hard-on sticking up in the air like a telephone pole. Before he could move, she'd straddled his body and was squatting over his swollen penis. She grabbed it with her hands and worked frantically but awkwardly to get it into her avid, creaming cunt.
"No, no, Carol," he said weakly. His brain was reeling with lust but, he told himself, she'd never manage to get her tight little vagina around his huge tool.
"Please, please, Boyd," she begged. "I just want to see how it feels."
She managed to get the huge scarlet head w-edged inside her labia, where it pushed heavily at the tiny virginal passage. But there she was stuck. She shoved downward with all her young strength and still nothing happened.
"Damn it," she sobbed. "There's something in the way! Oh, shit, Boyd, why don't you help me!"
"Now, now," he tried to soother her, even through his haze of lust. "You're too young, too little, darling. It's your hymen that's in the way."
"I'm NOT too young," the girl howled furiously. "I'll show you!"
He couldn't help it. When she raised her pert little ass and then slammed down, he rammed his needy engorged cock back up at her. There was a ripping sensation they both felt.
"Oooooooooooo," gasped Carol. She paused, taking in all her varying sensations. She hurt, but not badly. Her little cunt was crammed, jammed full, and still she could see inches of thick white shaft below. The novel sensation overrode the pain in seconds, and she began to relax and let the electric feeling sweep through her.
Leaning back on his elbows, the water lapping around his chest, Boyd was slightly dizzy with sudden pleasure. He'd broken through, all right. He'd burst her hymen, popped her cherry! He looked at her cross-eyed, waiting to feel guilty but instead only experiencing a wave of happiness and pleasure. His cock was deliciously buried-though not all the way-in her hot, tight little sheath. Might as well be hanged for a sheep as a lamb, he thought, whatever that means! He began to .move his thick, long penis in and out, softly moaning his joy. For a moment she grimaced with pain, but then her face softened and her eyes began to glow with pleasure.
"We're fucking, we're fucking," she said exultantly. "Oh golly, Boyd, this is the most fun I've ever had!"
Her clinging vagina creamed around his hot meat, and slowly be began to penetrate the depths of her young untouched womb. He still had enough sense left to take it slow and easy, knowing he could rip her apart with an unconsidered movement. But it was pure ecstasy, having his aching dick deliciously enclosed in hot fluid and slick flesh.
He chuckled affectionately. "You know what? You're raping me, you bad girl!"
When she giggled she could feel a tickling sensation all the way into the depths of her vagina, and Boyd felt it, too. Slowly and experimentally, she began to move up and down on the hard pole. At first she was afraid of losing it but she grew bolder by the second. She even took time to glance around and think what a wonderful place and time to have her first sexual experience, in the open air, in the sunshine, in the lake. Her firm little thighs slapped down on his, and the water rushed in and out with every movement. Sometimes when she slammed down hard Boyd almost sank, the wavelets rippling over his face, and that made her giggle more.
Boyd's pleasure was somewhat more qualified and complicated, but he had a happily hedonistic view of life, which kept him from spoiling it for himself. Of all his sexual adventures, this was surely the oddest-and possibly the most exciting. The beautiful young naked girl, the circumstances of their meeting, the carefree outdoor setting, all appealed to him. Besides-not since he was a boy with a boy-size penis had he fucked a girl as tight and young as Carol! He'd never known anything could feel so good as her tiny steaming passage.
"WOWWEEEE!" Carol shrieked rapturously as a devastating orgasm swept through her. "AHHHHHHHH! I love it, I feel so good!"
That was all Boyd needed as his own cum thundered over him. "Yeah, yeah, YEAHHHHH!" he howled hoarsely. His hot sperm jetted into her little cunt and overflowed, milkily staining the water around them. Gasping and dripping, he felt his emptied penis slipping from its tight fleshy sheath to droop exhaustedly in the warm, supportive water.
"You are some little girl," he said admiringly, getting on his knees to let the pond complete its cleansing action. "Of course, you know we shouldn't have done this!"
"I don't see why not," the blissful girl returned. She hoped he didn't pull any hypocritical grown-up jazz on her and spoil her first fuck! Just wait'll she told Jamesie, she thought. He'd really flip!
"Incest," Boyd mumbled, as if suddenly struck with the fact. He looked at her, hoping she hadn't heard. He wasn't ready yet to make the explanations the kids deserved.
"What?" Swinging her dripping hair over one shoulder, Carol stood up slowly. "Did you say INCEST?" No matter what flights of fancy she and James indulged in, she hadn't really believed this man was her father.
"No, no. I said ... uh ... incredible! You, I mean!
"No, you didn't," Carol returned stubbornly. "You said that word ... INCEST!" She gaped at him, her blue eyes widening until he thought they'd pop out of her head. "I didn't believe it, but ... but it must be true!"
Horrified, he tried to convince her she was mistaken. He and Helen had made an agreement in fact, it was only on those terms that she agreed to spend the two weeks with him. If she found out he'd blown it already, she'd be furious. She might even insist on his leaving! He wasn't ready for that, particularly now with the added bonus of Carol practically thrown in his lap.
"Now, now," he said placatingly. "What relationship do you think we could possibly have?"
"I know," she said slowly, still staring. "You're my Daddy, aren't you? Tell the truth now, Boyd. YOU'RE MY DADDY!"
CHAPTER FIVE
Her electrified cry rang through the air, and Boyd wasn't the only one to hear it and be shocked. Although Carol forgot all about James in her enchantment with the more mature male, her brother had returned from the house some time ago. When he walked softly past his mother's closed bedroom door, he assumed that she and her lover were there napping or making love. He daubed his cut toe with iodine after washing off the blood and dust; then, bandaged, he walked slowly back to the pond.
He arrived just in time to see his little sister impale herself on the stranger's seemingly enormous cock. His jaw dropped and his knees gave way under him. Instinct made him crawl a few feet to a concealing bush, where he could peer through the branches.
The boy blinked and rubbed his eyes, hardly believing what they told him. His first thought was amazement that Boyd could seemingly be in two places at once, but he dismissed the idea as idiotic. Obviously the man was here and nowhere else, very much so, in fact! Then the thrill of the voyeur seized him as it had Carol at the bedroom window.
Unconsciously he licked his lips and hardly noticed when his hand strayed between his legs. He wore nothing but his jeans, having left his shirt and shoes on the bank where he and Carol had played at making love. The heavy cloth rubbed against him and chafed his cock because, as he absentmindedly discovered, the erotic spectacle was giving him an erection.
"Jeez," he whispered to himself. "How the hell did all this happen? I've only been gone twenty minutes!"
As he watched the pair fucking in the shallow water, saw Boyd's thick prick sliding in and out of his sister's wet cunt and heard their happy cries, his blood began to boil. Jealousy was only the least of it. How could Carol bang that man so merrily, when she really didn't know a thing about him? How could Boyd go from ma's bed to fucking Carol right in the little lake, as if he didn't give a damn who saw him?
The worst part of the whole lousy deal was that he, James, was completely left out! His balls ached with need. He'd made plans while he walked back to the pond, and the plans didn't include Boyd. He thought he's gotten up the nerve to try fucking. He was pretty sure Carol would be interested, and what better person to practice on than your own sister?
In a way he didn't blame Carol. He knew his sister's lively curiosity and adventurous nature, and she was of course as aroused as he was himself, from their brief venture in sexuality. Somehow the more he thought about it, the more he began to blame his mother. She'd invited Boyd here, she'd created the whole unnatural situation. And he bet anything she'd have a real hissy if she found out what was going on!
The boy ached with envy and frustration during the obvious climax the pair enjoyed. He couldn't quite hear their conversation and strained his ears.
But their was no mistaking Carol's final words. YOU'RE MY DADDY! It rang out loud and clear, and it sounded like truth. Like his sister, he couldn't quite believe the fantasy he's created, but she certainly must have had a reason to holler it out like that!
James couldn't bear to watch any more. He turned back toward the cottage, kicking at stones and weeds, hands stuffed into his pockets. Dammit, he'd been awakened to the delicious secrets of sex. He'd counted on Carol, and she let him down! Though of course, he amended loyally, it was Ma who'd let everybody down.
He wanted to strike out in his anger, and his mother was the only available target. Once he reasoned this out, his step quickened. Just wait'll she hears what's going on, he thought meanly, and began to run toward the house.
His mother dozed in the tumbled bed, cozily contented under sheets that smelled of semen and her own profuse lubricating fluids. The reunion with Boyd had been devastating, so much so that she'd lost her sense of time and place as well as her rather strict ideas about morality. She wasn't the first woman to remember her own wild youth and, because of it, to set up tough rules for her children. Bringing them up alone, she was always afraid they'd find out her essential weakness and she'd lose her authority over them. She'd had several love affairs during their childhood, although only one was serious. But she was careful to keep her sex life separate from her family life, for fear the children would discover their only parent as the sensual, fun-loving woman she knew herself to be.
But when Boyd came back into her life, all her controls went haywire.
There was nobody like him, she thought as she enjoyed the dear familiarity and intense excitement of their lovemaking. When he grabbed his clothes and tiptoed out of the room, she stretched sensuously and gave herself up to happy dreams. She found herself a teen-ager again, sneaking off with Boyd to their own special place in a grove of trees. And as if by magic, they were instantly there, nakedly rolling on the mossy ground. Their lust for each other was almost violent as they hugged and squeezed and pinched and bit. Anything goes, he whispered in her dream and she smiled lasciviously in agreement. She ate his young prick until her whole world was filled with the smell and taste and feel of him, and her saliva bathed his groin as well as her own mouth and chin. His cock grew magically stiff in her sucking throat, and when it was full and hard, he withdrew and turned her over. In the ass, okay?, he asked. Yes, oh yes! She lay her head on her arms, face down, and presented her firm, smoothly rounded buttocks to him, while Boyd poised his cock at the puckered little hole.
The dream changed as dreams do. Boyd was lying next to her in a bed, and her dream mind told her her parents must be out of town. She put her arms around him and drew him up to her capacious bosom, her plump tits lying against his naked chest.
"Oh, darling," she murmured. "Oh, you darling boy."
James knelt by his mother's bed. The painful lump of jealously inside him melted as he heard her whispered words. Of course she was dreaming, and not about her son. All the same he couldn't be angry when he was actually looking at her. Why shouldn't she have some pleasure in life, he thought generously. She'd been a darn good mother, and he was nothing but a little shit to begrudge any happiness to either her or his sister. He wasn't a mean boy, only confused by the turbulence of his passage into adolescence.
His eyes caressed the smooth plump body, half concealed by the tangle of sheets, half revealed n the dim light. He'd never really looked at her before as a separate person, and now he examined every visible inch with loving eye. She was long-legged, with solid meaty buttocks and wide thighs. James admired the sweeping line of her body, even including the over-full hips and slightly sagging belly. One breast was covered, the other flopped over the sheet. He ventured to touch the blue-veined white boob, seeing the difference between her full nipples and their brownish aureoles, and his sister's smooth taut little orbs. His fingers slid lightly over the grainy surface and gently rubbed a soft nipple. To his delight, it became erect immediately, firming under his finger.
"Ummmmmm, feels good," she whispered, happily unaware of her dream lover's real identity.
James grew bolder. He drew the sheet down carefully to expose her thighs and the prominent hairy bush. His cock twitched as he saw the thick puffy lips under the thick curls. With both thumbs, he managed to open her labia a trifle and reveal the fleshy lump, so like Carol's yet intriguingly more mature. He massaged it with a forefinger, and almost immediately her thick juices began seeping from her cunt and wetting her snatch.
The boy's breath quickened. He could feel his heart going pat-pat-pat rapidly, and his cock began to chafe against his pants as it stiffened. A daring idea sprang into his mind and he almost laughed out loud at its cleverness. Why not, after all! She was his mother, even though it had been years since he'd crawled into bed with her. He dropped his pants on the floor and, moving slowly and carefully so as not to wake her, he crept onto the bed and was almost instantly enveloped in her plump sweaty arms. The scent and feel of her were dizzying. James sniffed deeply and buried his nose in mounds of sweet female flesh.
"Oh, my sweet darling," Helen moaned. She and Boyd were snuggled in her parents' big double bed, hugging each other tightly. When James began to suck her stiff tit, his tongue circling it lovingly, her dream obligingly substituted Boyd.
The boy nuzzled her happily, secure in her warmth, in a sort of suspension of reality. He was powerfully excited by the erotic embrace, his mind a welter of emotion. Loving tenderness and boyish lust together made him tremble. He might have let it go at that, inhibited by years of innocence, if her next words hadn't electrified him as they did.
She mumbled, 'Thought you were gonna fuck me, honey."
James stiffened. The daring idea popped into his mind, but he hesitated. What would Ma say when she woke up? But then his dick, which didn't know one soft female body from another, came fully erect. It nudged against her round belly and sent hot thrills up through his supercharged body.
Shaking but resolute, the boy pulled out of her clinging arms. He knelt between her out-flung legs, his stiff rod hobbling in front of him. He reapeated his earlier action, thumbing back her hair-lined pink flanges, and this time poked his cockhead in between. Really excited now, he steadied himself with his hands on her hips and shoved forward. When the slick, seemingly soft flesh clamped around his cock, he was delirious with pleasure.
"Uh, uh," he panted, beginning to feed his cock into her with short quick strokes.
"Ummm nice, nice," she breathed, her hips moving in automatic rhythm. "But you forgot ... honey ... forgot my ass...."
When she hoisted her body around, James didn't dare protest or try to hold her in place-although he could have cried with disappointment when his little penis was dislodged so abruptly. On his hands and knees, trying to keep his balance as she heaved her bulk around on the swaying bed, he stared incredulously. What in the name of heaven was she doing? She folded her arms and rested her face against them. Her knees were drawn up and slightly spread, her big white asscheeks waving in front of his face.
"God DAMN," he whispered fiercely. Was this some sore of a game? Was she really awake, and making obscene fun of him? He clenched his hands and stared at her through angry tears.
"G'wan, do it," the sleeping woman urged her dream lover.
Boyd could see her quivering fat pussy lips tantalizingly out of reach. If that was what she expected, he'd try but it didn't look promising. But before he could move, his mother unknowingly solved his dilemma. She reached behind her and spread her ass cheeks in invitation. Her face was plowed into the pillow, but her voice came out clear and distinct.
"Put 'em in my ass," she purred. "Stick your stiffie right in there, sweetie. And hurry up!
He looked from his cock to the puckered brown anus. It was just too weird! His mind buzzed with excitement but he couldn't bring himself to follow her directions. Compromising, he laid his cream-wet dick into the moist crease of her ass.
"In, in, INNNN!" Helen shouted.
There was nothing else to do. He took aim with the shining ruby cockhead and pushed. Rubbery flesh yielded slowly, seeming to ooze around the pulsing young penis. And then his cock was inside her asshole, buried to the hilt, his taut smooth balls slapping on her buttocks. James was almost too excited to breathe. The feel of the tight hot sheath around his virgin cock made him dizzy and cross-eyed with bliss.
"Ooooooo," he moaned. "Owwwwww!"
He hardly had time to assimilate one thrilling sensation before another started! Helen began to sway back and forward, butting up against his hard young hips. The feel of her cushiony flesh held him captive for a moment, until he began automatically to buck back. Stroking in and out was easy, with his ramrod slickened by her vaginal juices. He grabbed handfuls of billowy white asscheeks and fucked her hard and happily.
Thoughts flashed through his mind like a speeded-up motion picture. Grown-ups didn't do this all the time ... they fucked like Boyd and Carol mostly ... this was something special ... but Ma would tear the house down when she woke up ... but what the heck, he'd have already DONE it by then! She could shout all she wanted, but she couldn't take it back, couldn't take it away from him! So it was worth whatever happened to enjoy this ecstatic experience....
Meanwhile he pounded into her manfully, slamming his rod in and out furiously. He began to sweat and the salty drops fell onto her back and buttocks and ran down her heaving sides. He licked his lips constantly, and turned his head on one side to keep the sweat out of his eyes.
Perspiration stood out on his mother's glistening skin as well, and wetly suctioned their moving bodies together, so a constant smacking slurping noise drowned out his heavy breathing. He began to slide away from her-what the fuck was wrong with this bed? It sagged in the damndest places! The gasping boy scrambled back into position, his shiny wet cock bouncing, while her plump white ass moved futilely in the air.
"Ahhhhhh, there!" she moaned as she felt his penis re-enter her steaming asshole. "There we go!"
James was in a height of ecstasy he'd never known before, now that his hungry cock was buried deep in the juicy little anus. He was on the verge of cumming but he tried to prolong the pleasure as much as he could. Firmly established now between her legs, he worked his hard dick in and out very slowly. The gradual thrusts seemed to excite his mother even more, because she whined and moaned unceasingly.
Helen, blissfully sure it was the young Boyd fucking her in the ass, playfully took the initiative. She rocked her rum from side to side so the flsshy intruder excited different areas of her slick inner skin. She was almost ready to cum, right on the trembling edge of orgasm, and all she needed was a little more speed, a little more force. She bucked at him, her movements hinting at her need.
Without missing a stroke, James realized she wanted more of his cock and he gave it to her. She wanted it fast-well, all right! He was more than ready! Sniffling with pleasure, he fed his overcharged rod into her anus with dizzying speed. She responded and in seconds, he felt the delicious tingling in his balls. The sperm rippled hotly the length of his cock and instantly jetted out to sizzle deep in her ass.
"Owwww! Uhhh! AAARRRGGGHHH!" he grunted, stabbed with pleasure. "Oh Ma, Ma, MAMMAAAA!"
The hot wet pressure of his cum deep inside her ass triggered her own climax, and she joined her inarticulate howls to the boy's gleeful bellowing, pumping her ass wildly and shrieking. "Ahhhhh! GARRRRFFFF!"
Helen lay very still as the dripping penis slowly withdrew from her anus. Something had pricked her dream and almost waked her up, but she hated to let go of the delightful moment. She felt the sheet being drawn up carefully over her, and finally reluctantly opened her eyes, expecting to see a smiling Boyd.
"James!" She blinked in astonishment and looked around the room. "Why, hello, honey, you surprised me!" She stared at him doubtfully, wondering where the hell her lover had gotten to, and how long her son had been standing there. Since James had quickly gotten into his jeans before she opened her eyes, she had no idea of what had just transpired.
"I didn't mean to wake you, Ma!" He smiled at her and, taking a chance, leaned over and planted a juicy kiss on her lips. "Ummmm, you smell nice." He straightened up and casually walked to the door. "I think I hear Carol and Boyd coming up the path."
The bemused woman pulled the sheet more tightly around her shoulders. James hadn't kissed her on the mouth in years! She squirmed under the bedcovers, wondering is she were imagining the dampness on her behind, and the stretched feeling of her ass. It was the most realistic dream she'd ever had!
Meantime, there was the boy standing watching her, and she mustn't let on to him how peculiar she felt. "Go let me get showered and dressed, honey," she said. "And why don't you kids get out the charcoal and start a fire? We've got some terrific steaks in the fridge, we ought to broil them outside."
"Sure, Ma," he said amiably, keeping a straight face until he'd turned away. Then his face relaxed into a wide grin. She didn't know what happened! She had no idea she'd been cornholed by her dear little son! She doesn't think I'm old enough, he thought tolerantly. I suppose Carol is right. Well have take it easy and let her find out gradually that we're not little babies any more. He strolled out to meet the others, an irrepressible smile lighting his face.
Poor ole Ma, he thought affectionately, dragging the sack of charcoal to the outdoor fireplace. I hope it doesn't make her feel old and depressed, when she realizes how grown-up her children are. She's sure been a good mother, we were too young to know how good.
And jeeesssuss! Can she ever FUCK!
CHAPTER SIX
Late that night, Helen lay in Boyd's arms in the double bed. She'd changed the sheets and the fresh linen had a delightful outdoor scent. She was full of steak and baked potato and salad, snug in the safety and warmth of his arms, tired from a long walk the four of them took after dinner. She ought to be relaxed and contented, ready for sexual activity or equally ready for a delicious night's sleep. A warm summer breeze rustled the bedclothes soothingly.
But her restless mind wouldn't let her be lulled by her physical comfort.
Ordinarily she'd have popped right out with questions about everything which bothered her. She and Boyd never used to have secrets from one another, nor was there any subject too indelicate to discuss. She wasn't sure why she was lying there faking sleep, instead of telling him what troubled her. But everything and everyone around her seemed subtly altered, a degree or two out of kilter.
Boyd himself seemed different. Suddenly a memory, and a possible explanation, leaped into her mind. A pussycat smile spread over her face as she recalled the time when....
They were alone in the house, she and Boyd. They lived in the country but Daddy didn't farm any more, he worked in a factory in town. Mama must have gone for the day, her memory refused to dredge up the circumstances aside from the unusual fact of the two kids being left alone for a whole afternoon. Boyd played baseball all morning, which Helen resented. She made him a big pitcher of lemonade and baked cookies. But he didn't come and he didn't come. Lulled by the drowsy summer afternoon, she fell asleep on the sofa. The whole family teased her about being such a sound sleeper, and she guessed they must be right.
She had a quick, intensely sexual dream and when she woke up, she knew why. Her dress was flung back over her face, and her lower body supported on a man's hands. She had a moment of terrible panic. She couldn't see, but she was made vividly aware of the fact that some male was plundering her pussy. A long hard prick rode in and out slickly, each hammering blow driving her head into the arm of the sofa. She was being raped! She wanted to scream but fear clogged her throat. She could hear his rasping breath and animal grunts, and feel his big organ plowing right into the very center of her being. She wasn't a virgin, but she was only sixteen years old, and she'd never known any man but Boyd. Sweat dripped and stung on her bare thighs, and her hips ached where his hands gripped her.
Worst of all, her body was responding to the unknown cock, pelvis driving back, cunt manufacturing plenty of lubricating cream. The adult Helen laughed to herself. The very same situation was some women's idea of erotic heaven; rape, taking all responsibility from the female, being an ideal way of fucking. The poor things, if they only knew!
Remembering her own youthful physical response, she knew it was healthy and normal. For that matter, so was her fear in that place and time.
Her Mama and aunts, as she recalled, were forever going on about some tramp seen in the neighborhood, and how a decent woman wasn't safe in her own home. It must have been pure imagination, she decided, or maybe wishful thinking!
Anyhow, when the young girl woke up blinded and nearly suffocated by her own dress, she did panic even while her body merrily went ahead with its happy fucking! It all happened so fast, before she had a chance to grab at her dress and take a look, he was cumming into her vagina!
When she did pull the dress down, of course it was Boyd's own dear face dripping sweat on her naked belly!
She had a quick but intense orgasm, and after he pulled his shrinking dripping cock out of her, she sat and mopped at her wet snatch and proceeded to give him holy hell!
She raged up and down the room, ridiculously mixing trivia with her memory of panic. His sins, as she recalled, ranged from playing baseball instead of spending the morning with her, to giving her a fright she'd never forget. He should have known better, she shouted. And look what he'd done to the sofa! Her Mama would spot those stains in a minute, and even if she didn't know or couldn't prove what they were, she'd be furious at the damage to the flowered chintz.
While Boyd scrubbed frantically at the sofa, she told him what he'd done was rape, even if it didn't seem that way to him. He was cheating her out of her own pleasure! It was nothing more nor less than masturbation, using her as an object instead of a person. Oh, she let him have it, all right!
"You looked so pretty lying there, I couldn't help it," he said, and of course she softened at that.
It was just one of those silly occurrences which aren't important but stick in your memory anyway. Nothing like it had happened between them since-until this afternoon-but he probably assumed she still felt the same way.
Now Helen felt sure she hadn't dreamed being bungholed in the afternoon. Boyd might even have thought she was awake at first. And when she didn't make any comment about it, he remembered the long-ago afternoon, and expected her to be furious.
She should have come right out and asked him, of course, but she felt like a fool not knowing if she'd been ass-fucked or not. When she showered, she fingered her behind and twisted her body trying to see in the mirror. There was a definite dampness, but it might have been picked up from the sheets or dripped off her pussy. The only real evidence she had was a loose, tingling feeling in her anus.
Poor Boyd, she thought, amused and touched. He didn't want to unleash another storm on his head, so it was no wonder he wouldn't meet her eyes during dinner. He was feeling guilty about his "rape" of her rear end! She smiled in the dark, loving him all the more for his sensitivity.
She'd done a lot of growing up during their long separation, but he had no way of knowing it. So it was up to Helen herself to straighten things out.
"Boyd darling," she whispered into the warm crevice of his neck.
"Yes, Helen? What is it?" He yawned, but his mind was alert.
"About this afternoon...."
Oh-oh, the man thought. She knows or suspects-more likely it's just a suspicion-what happened between Carol and met this afternoon.
Aloud he said, "What about this afternoon, hon?"
"It's okay. I understand why you thought I'd be mad, but...." She stroked his long back and bit gently at his neck. "Ummm, you taste so good!"
"But you're NOT angry?" His mind buzzed with speculation. After all, what did he know about Helen as a grown woman? The way her daughter behaved, maybe she encouraged sexual promiscuity! No, that couldn't be. Carol, after all, had been a virgin-he knew that for sure!
"No, I understand, you just couldn't resist." She yawned and stroked his buttocks. She was balanced between sleepiness and lust, and could go either way with a little encouragement. Through another yawn she added: "Dream lover!"
Boyd was thoroughly confused. Could they possibly be talking about the same thing? Did she call him a "dream lover" because she thought-however mistakenly-that he was really a great lover, and consequently the right one to initiate her daughter into the joys of sex? He couldn't believe that, not unless Helen had changed out of all recognition!
"It was a temptation," he admitted cautiously.
"And why not?" Thinking about it roused her never very quiet sexuality. Her tits stiffened as they poked into his hairy chest, and her vaginal lips twitched. "Boyd, darling. You know, I haven't been butt-fucked since you used to do it when we were kids. Are you too tired now?"
My God, is she losing her mind? The sudden change of subject confused him thoroughly. At the same time, the lewd suggestion started a slow ache in his groin. His cock began to swell and stiffen. Ideas like this were usually spontaneous, occurring in the heat of passion! Something about her bald proposal made him shiver with perverse pleasure.
"I'm tired but ... not that tired!" He reached between her thighs with familiar ease and tweaked the limp clitoris. As it blossomed into his hand, his penis also grew fuller and firmer. He played with her a few minutes until he had a palmful of her cream. Rubbing it on his tired but eager prick, he rolled her over. As he poised his cockhead at her lax, brownish anus, buried in the whipped-cream mounds of her asscheeks, he couldn't help remembering Carol. Helen's rear passage should be as tight and juicy as her daughter's cunt, and he relished the thought.
"Ummmm. UMMMMM!" Helen grunted happily as she felt the first penetration of her sensitive anal passage. She almost let out a yelp, but stifled it, and giggled.
Boyd paused. "What's so funny?"
She laughed again, and said, "I feel like a kid again with you ... and then I have to remind myself to keep the noise down, because I'm not a kid; I'm a mother!"
"So what?"
"Heavens, darling," she said mockingly, "we wouldn't want to disturb their sleep, would we? Or wake up their young passions?"
Is she making fun of me or what? Well, the hell with it! I've got my cock up her ass and I'm going to make her forget about this afternoon, and everything else in the world but what I'm doing to her right this minute! With these thoughts, the confused man drew back and plunged forward, his hot meat buried to the hilt, slamming into her soft body. He fucked her with all the strength of his virile masculinity, while she moaned and writhed under him.
As for waking the youngsters, that would have been impossible. Bedtime, or what was supposed to be bedtime, was the first chance they'd had to talk together. Waiting until the house seemed quiet, Carol slipped into her brother's room.
"James!" she hissed. "Jamesie, let me in!"
Perched on the end of his bed, she whispered, "I thought they would never stop moving around and get into bed! Wow, have I got a lot to tell you!"
He looked at her slyly. "You mean about Boyd fucking you?"
"JAMESEEEE! How did you know?" She stared open-mouthed, and then blushed. "Oh, wow, I forgot all about you! Of course, you fixed your foot and came back to the pond. James! Did you see us? Wasn't it super-neat?"
"I saw you, all right!" He grinned. "Listen, you can tell me all about it. But first, tell me what he said! I mean, is he our father or not?"
"Oh golly, I wish I knew!" The little girl sighed and flopped on the bed, dreamily staring at the ceiling. "I sure wish he was!"
"I heard you ask him. Or rather, tell him. YOU'RE MY DAD! Shit, they coulda heard it back in town!"
"Yeah, but he wouldn't say. I mean, he kept on saying no, no, no. But I didn't know whether to believe him or not, you know? Just 'cause a grown-up says something, doesn't mean it's so."
"Yeah, right, they think we're all stupid." Boyd was no different than the rest, the boy decided. Meantime he had a story of his own to tell, but he wasn't at all sure if he would tell it. Would it upset his sister to hear about their mother's brazen behavior? He decided to wait a while, and besides, he had questions to ask first.
"Listen, Sis, tell me about it. Did he break your cherry? What was it like?"
"It's a sort of-Boyd explained it all to me afterward, and it's not what I thought at all. There's a kind of tough skin, a hymen he called it, in there. And yeah, he broke it all right! I had blood on my legs," she added proudly.
"Did it hurt?"
"Just for a second I didn't mind! Wow, was that exciting! Listen, James, can we do it? I mean right now! You're just gonna love fucking!"
"I know that already," he said in a superior and mysterious way. "But sure, we can fuck if you want to. If I can get a hard-on, anyhow!"
He began to rub his cock through his fly, and then quickly discarded his pajamas. His slim little prick swelled quickly as Carol helped him with her delicate fingers.
"Look at that," she marveled.
"Take off your nightie," James ordered. Then, casually, he said, "Where do you want it, Sis? In the cunt or in the ass?"
Her eyes widened, and her jaw dropped. Then she began to laugh. "You're teasing me again, Jamesie, and I almost fell for it! In the ass!" Still chuckling, she pulled her nightie over her head and tossed it on the floor. It seemed to her hopeful young eyes that her tits had already grown noticeably. She wondered if her brother would notice, and then forgot about it as he began to lick the insides of her thighs and up along the plump pink labia. "Ooooooo, it feels good!"
Her cream was-beginning to ooze, he noticed with satisfaction and tasted the light salty flavor. The boy was tired to the bone after the day's excitements, but somehow that only made him feel sexier. He shot his tongue up against the identation of her womb opening, wondering if it would be different now that she wasn't a virgin any more. But no, it was still as tight and yet yielding as in the afternoon. Pulling himself up, he pushed his cock where his tongue had been. At first he got it wrong, and butted up against her pelvic bones. But after a moment, through trial and error, he found the slanting passage and forced his bulging penis up it. The juicy clasping around his hot meat made him shiver with delight. He moved back and forth slowly a few times, enjoying the way the viscous wet flesh clung to his pillaging cock.
"Oh, golleee, James," his little sister sighed. "How come grown-ups aren't doing this all the time? I mean, if I could, I sure as hell would!"
"Yeah," he grunted. He couldn't help but agree with her, and wonder why adults spent so much time on other pursuits, when this lovely world of pleasure was available to them.
It only went to prove what he'd always thought; grown people were all a little crazy, and he wasn't sure he wanted to be one of them. Not sure at all.
CHAPTER SEVEN
The experience with his mother had been dream-like and unreal. The idea of fucking her asshole, while delightful, was obscenely new to the boy. He'd had a great time but he hadn't really had sexual intercourse, at least not in his own mind. Consequently his first daring entry into his sister's tight little cunt was a big milestone in his life, which he'd never forget.
It was easy first of all because it was Carol. If he made a mistake, they simply laughed and tried again. But he didn't make any real goofs; he discovered the mysterious business of balling was really simple and natural, once you got the hang of it.
Moving his stiff rod in and out, he moaned his joy at the exciting sensations. He could see by his sister's glowing eyes that she felt the same. Her clinging vagina creamed around his cock, lubricating her tight hot sheath. His meat was bathed in it yet the thrilling pressure never let up.
"This is REALLY fun," Carol said in her emphatic way. She moved her ass experimentally, discovering it was more pleasurable to thrust back than to lie still. "Isn't it great, Jamesie? Don't you just love it?"
"I sure do," he sighed. "Can you really feel my dong inside you, Sis?"
"Every inch of it," she said.
"Wow," he murmured almost reverently. Any confusion or embarrassment he might have felt were lost in the blissful sense of giving her pleasure as well as enjoying his own. It was really very simple, he thought, surprised at the ease with which he maneuvered. No matter what he did, it felt good! When he stroked slowly in and out, all his muscles seemed coordinated and worked smoothly together. And Carol wriggled joyfully as she picked up his beat.
Then when he felt impelled to ball her harder, to dig deeper and slam his aching cock home with all his young vigor, she loved that too. In fact she squealed her pleasure and urged him on with innocent yet blunt phrases.
"Yeah, Jamesie! Fuck me hard, harder! Keep your ole whacker going!" At the same time she ground her creamy little cunt all around his invading organ.
Of course they were so excited, they came together in a matter of minutes. This time James let go all the way, howling his ecstasy.
"Rrrawwfff!" he grunted. "Aaarrrggghhh! Oh, man, owowowweee!" His cum thundered through him as he clung to her slim little body like a drowning man to a life raft. Successive wave after wave of intense, joyous spasms shook his boyish frame until he fell away from her, panting, his heart thudding heavily.
Carol too experienced a delicious orgasm, her little clit and labia fluttering madly as deep groans burst forth from her dry throat. When it was over, she said, she felt as if a big hand had shaken out like a dustrag! "But I loved it," she assured him. "I loved every minute of it! Jamesie, can we do it again?"
"Glutton," the boy said, almost too tired to smile. "How about tomorrow, you young sex fiend?"
"Oh sure, that's what I meant," she said, pulling her nightie over her sleepy face. "Tomorrow ... and the day after ... and the day after that!" She staggered off to bed.
Just about the time that Carol tiptoed across the hall, her mother was on the very trembling edge of orgasm. She'd suggested anal intercourse out of curiosity, wondering if she'd enjoy it as much awake as her dream indicated. As it happened, it was even more thrilling than she'd thought. Maybe she was getting perverted, she thought hazily, but the feeling of his hard cock up her asshole gave her more of the stuffed and stretched sensation she loved. It wasn't easy, of course, receiving his monstrous erection up her narrow anus, but every sweating moment of it excited her almost unbearably. She felt like one of the women she was so scornful of-the ones who had to feel they were raped. Because the near brutality of his holding her, forcing her, added an extra fillip. And once he'd shoved and pushed all the way in, she was helpless! He leaned over her back, and his powerful bands and shoulders kept her a willing captive.
The thick penis penetrated so deeply, his hairy testicles slapped against her thighs. The heat of his chest radiated against her bottom and lower back. She wriggled joyfully, feeling like a helpless little girl-a rare sensation for a big woman like Helen, and therefore extra special.
His puzzlement forgotten in the heat of the moment, Boyd worked his hungry cock in and out of the juicy little anus. The long slow gradual thrust built up an almost unbearable tension between them. Deliberately holding back, he waited until he himself could stand it no longer. He knew Helen was in the same transported condition by the rasping of her breath and the fine dew of perspiration which stood out on her milky skin. God, it was exciting! The moist anal walls gripped and rubbed his prick delightfully, and her round thighs tickled his balls.
Her steady moaning gave him a feeling of triumphant power, even more than the lewd remarks which usually spiced their lovemaking. It was as if she were so thrilled, so taken out of herself, she couldn't even form words or fragments of sentences. She bucked back against him, silently pleading for more speed, more force. Boyd made her wait-until he too was at the bursting point.
Then he gave her what she wanted, and what he needed too. He slammed into her harder and faster, stuffing her ass with dizzying speed. His hands gripped her hips and his pelvis flew back and forth frantically as he balled her with all his strength.
"Oooooohhhh," Helen sighed, responding to his furious assault, bucking her ass in time to his furious strokes. In a matter of seconds, she felt the powerful thrusts tugging at her clit and labia as well as exciting the rich network of nerve endings inside the anus itself. "Ooooooo! OWWWWWW!" she howled.
"Uh! Uh! Uh!" Boyd grunted, beside himself with pleasure. "UHHHHHH! HARRRRFFFF!" The enormous load of cum pooled in his balls jetting out, sizzling deep in her ass.
"Dear sweet Jesus," he muttered at last as his limp wet prick fell out of her asshole. He didn't even remember falling to the pillow but was instantly asleep, as was Helen as soon as she'd drawn up the sheet and blanket.
The happy memory was still with them in the morning, but she also woke up to other thoughts.
Belatedly Helen recognized what she'd been doing-or rather, what she'd done. After all the years of being careful to hide her innate sexuality from her children, she'd really blown it. As the kids themselves might say, she let it all hang out. It was the smell of burning bacon which triggered her conscience. She knew instantly that Carol must be at work in the kitchen. The happy-go-lucky little girl couldn't keep her mind on cooking, even though she knew how. Helen thought fondly of how Carol might go chasing a butterfly, or run to listen to a song on the radio, or just stand dreaming while the food dried or burned or was otherwise ruined. James teased his little sister, saying he felt sorry for her future husband. "Eating carbon will be a way of life at their house," he kidded.
Not that the bacon mattered, Helen knew. But her dormant fears about her capabilities as mother-father figure returned full force. She'd done it, as she always thought she might! But it wasn't too late, she assured herself, leaping from bed and grabbing a robe.
By the time she got to the kitchen, James had come to the rescue. The burned bacon was in the garbage pail, and new strips sizzled gently over a low fire. But the damage was done, James told himself. He passed the message to his sister with an eloquent look which said: Now look what you've done. She's going to be a Mother with a capital M.
Helen would have been even more shaken if she'd known how well her children understood her. They'd never analyzed her recurrent moods of Motherliness, but they recognized them as they appeared.
"There goes our day," James muttered to his sister.
And he was right, because his mother not only took over the cooking, she planned their day. Nobody had the courage to argue with her when she suggested visiting an amusement park twenty miles away. The children couldn't give their real reasons for wanting to stay home-particularly as they'd done a bit of complaining about not having anything to do. And Boyd was still on tenterhooks about Helen's meaning. In the bright light of day, it-was simply not credible that she knew he'd seduced her young daughter, and actually approved of it. No, she must be talking about something else entirely, but he'd be damned if he knew what.
It was hot, noisy and crowded at the park. Carol flirted girlishly with Boyd at every opportunity, dragging him away by the hand to see this or that. He was her father, she was sure of it, and she acted in a proprietary fashion toward him. Helen watched them indulgently, seeing nothing wrong in what to her was a natural affection.
James finally managed to get his mother alone-by which he meant in a crowd of several thousand, but apart from Boyd and his sister. "Let's ride on the roller coaster, Ma! Come on, be a sport!"
Still playing her maternal role, Helen let herself be persuaded. She was sorry almost immediately, as the car began its swooping, sickening dips and exhilarating flights upward. Her hands tightened on the wooden bar until the knuckles went white. Instinctively she leaned back into the nearest masculine shoulder, which happened to be that of her delighted son.
James was proud of not screaming like other kids on the ride, but he could have whooped with delight over his mother's nearness. He had to keep reminding himself that she hadn't any idea of what he knew about her. He was terribly tempted to say it, right then. He toyed with the idea, imagining her shock, particularly here where she couldn't ' scream at him or even get away from him. Hey, Ma! How'd you like it when I butt-fucked you the other afternoon? Then, when her eyes flew wide open and her jaw dropped, he'd leer at her. Why am I asking? You loved it! I know you loved it even in your sleep!
Helen shuddered back into his arms at a particularly nauseous moment, when the whole world seemed to drop away in front of her. He held her up aginast his chest, his heart thumping madly. His hands were laced together just below her big jugs, and he inched them upwards until the soft lovely mounds were pressing his wrists. Even through her thin cotton bra he could feel the billowly warmth of them, and it excited him almost unbearably. Her hips were pressed close to him too, and he panted into her neck while her golden-brown hair blew back into his eyes and nose.
On the next upward glide, Helen became aware of his signs of excitement, and the way he was holding her. She knew she should pull away, but she was genuinely frightened. She also felt deliciously comfortable and flattered. My own little boy, she thought fondly.
When the roller coaster shuddered to a halt, she sighed and regretfully began to pull loose from his tight embrace.
"Hey, Ma' I paid for two rides," the boy protested, hanging on tightly.
She felt so blissfully warm and comfortable, she settled back with her head on his shoulder. She supposed they looked ludicrous, if anyone were watching. She was obviously a mature woman, yet she was all wrapped up in a boy young enough to be her son. Hey, he IS my son, she reminded herself, and chuckled. What harm could there be in a ride on a roller coaster!
The second time, of course, was not as frightening. Snug in his embrace, she had time to look around and enjoy the spectacle. Something on the ground caught her eye, and she blinked. The next trip around the oval, she had her eyes ready-focused on the same spot. Even so, the cars rushed past so swiftly, everything was a blur and she couldn't be sure. She stiffened, and turned her head to whisper in James' ear-the only means of communication on the noisy ride except for shouts.
"Look down there when we go past," she hissed urgently. "Between the tents, to your right." She tried again herself to see, although the wind rushing into her eyes made them water so everything was wavery and rainbow-edged.
What she saw was a tall man with dark hair cresting on his forehead, and a girl who seemed to be clinging even more closely than her son hung on to her. The girl wore shorts, her long brown legs were plainly visible, and above them, Helen thought she caught a flash of white, like a man's hand on her buttocks. She blinked tearily, and they were gone on the dizzying downward spiral.
"Wasn't that Boyd? And Carol?" Her heart fluttered at the thought, and she freed herself from her son's arms. Hissing into his ear, she said, "What the hell were they doing, James? Why was Boyd hugging Carol?"
James put his mouth to her ear. "You're seeing things, Ma! Some stud and his chick necking...."
"Yellow shorts!" she mouthed.
James shrugged, and lied again. "Lots of yellow shorts! It wasn't anyone I knew!"
Helen couldn't be sure. As the ride slowed creakily and she moved away from the boy, she blushed at her thoughts. It has been so easy for a few minutes there, pretending she was a girl again, riding the roller coaster with her boyfriend. And if it could happen to her, it could happen to Boyd. But that wasn't as important as the fact she wasn't being fair with her children. They had a right to know her story, and what part Boyd played in it. She'd spent years keeping her secrets and now all at once, she could hardly wait to tell. Would the children look at her with loathing and disgust on their faces? She cringed mentally, but knew she had brought it on herself. If she'd only said no, when Boyd wrote and proposed this vacation! But the timing seemed to her so perfect, and his arguments so reasonable! "Just one more time," he'd written. "From what I've heard, it may be our last chance. And besides, I want to get to know your children. Please, honey?"
Of course she'd said yes, never thinking she'd get herself into such a mess. Hard as it was to realize, her kids were growing up. They were observant witnesses, and she could just about imagine what they'd observed in four days.
CHAPTER EIGHT
James had accidentally stumbled on one truth in his mother's secretive life. She was indeed planning on getting married. She'd met Jerry a year ago and they'd dated casually for some time. As the months went by, she slowly discovered in him all the qualities she most admired in a man. He was strong yet gentle, even-tempered, always reliable. He had a sense of fun which eased his way through life, and hers as well. He had his own small garage, specializing in foreign cars, and enjoyed his work. She felt more comfortable with him than with any man since Boyd.
He was also a gentle and considerate lover, and he seemed to find her constantly desirable. The only flaw in their relationship was Helen's fears of the past. She deliberately kept Jerry away from her children, because she wasn't ready to commit herself and it wouldn't be fair to let them establish a relationship which she might not allow to continue. She knew it was silly-Jerry told her so constantly-but she hadn't told him the whole story. She was mainly afraid of what might happen if Boyd came into her life again.
Boyd's timing was perfect. When he wrote suggesting their meeting again after all those years, she knew she had to do it and find out where she stood. Of course she lied to Jerry, telling him she wanted to go away for two weeks and think it over. "I'll give you an answer when I come back," she promised. They were in bed at the time, relaxing after a strenuous bout of sexuality. He kissed her happily, sure of what her answer would be. He wanted not only her but her ready-made family, and he was convinced he could make them all happy given the chance. He could understand her hesitation, he told himself. She didn't want to make another mistake, as she'd evidently done before.
Helen didn't like to lie and cheat, but she swore this would be the last time. She simply had to know if her passion for Boyd was so overwhelming she couldn't find happiness with anyone else. And now, after four days of loving reunion, she was more confused than ever.
Coming home from the amusement park, they stopped for dinner in a restaurant. The tired and sunburned foursome had little to say at the table, as each one was wrapped in his or her own thoughts. Later, back at the vacation house, the kids began a game of Monopoly which soon involved Boyd. Scrapping their game, they started all over so he could play too. Helen was glad and relieved. She had some heavy thinking to do, and said she was going for a walk.
Following the well worn path to the river and the dammed-up pond, she hardly saw the brilliance of the moon-lit and starry night. She was remembering herself at Carol's age-no, she was a year older when she first discovered sex. Fourteen years old, brought up on a farm and yet ignorant of the most basic facts about her own body and nature! That was Mama and Papa's fault, of course.
Their restrictive Baptist religion made them believe even dancing and playing cards was sinful! Naturally they were strict with their only daughter, and just as naturally, she fought against the rules they laid down. And you'd think today's teen-agers invented rebellion, she thought with amusement.
Anyhow, when it happened with Boyd, it was explosive. She could still remember every detail and by closing her eyes, she could almost relive it....
Suddenly realizing she was at the edge of the pond, she sat down and leaned against a tree. If she'd only known it, she was in almost exactly the same spot where Boyd had stood to pee, while Carole stared at his spitting penis.
Helen and Boyd, a couple of dumb kids who knew all about cows and horses but nothing whatever about people! They walked home from evening service on a moonlit night much like this one. Half way there, they stopped and leaned on a fence and looked out over the pasture.
"Do you believe all that stuff?" Boyd asked. He was only fifteen himself. "I mean, about going to hell for kissing and, you know. All the garbage Preacher was spouting?"
"I dunno." His face was only a couple of inches above her own and she could see why the Preacher thought kissing was a temptation, because she was tempted right that moment!
"I think it's a lot of bullshit," Boyd said vigorously.
"Why don't we try it and see?" she said, and giggled.
Five minutes later they were on the ground, grappling with each other, rolling in the sweet meadow grass. His lips were planted firmly on hers while they fought to hold each other closer and rub their bodies together.
"Huh, huh," she gasped. "Let me breathe, Boydie!"
He raised his head and his eyes had a peculiar light in them. Helen felt wonderful, alive all over her body, ready for anything. Something nice yet strange was happening inside her, and she wondered if she'd wet her panties.
"Listen, Helen," he said hoarsely. "Let's hurry and go in the barn for a while. C'mon, I'll race you home."
They tore through the night as if the devil was at their heels-and that's just what mama and papa would have thought, too! Once inside the big shadowy barn, they sank onto the hay and began to kiss again, their mouths clinging desperately, their hands roaming over each other's heated bodies. Her cream oozed out of her cunt, so when Boyd pulled her sturdy cotton panties down, her curly snatch glistened in the dim light.
"Ooooo Boyd, I like it! I don't care what Preacher says, or Mama either!" Her skirt was bunched up around her waist, and the top of her dress had somehow become unbuttoned. She looked down at her own sturdy white thighs and full hips. Even then she was a high-waisted, long-legged girl with round hips and ass. "They just don't want us to have a good time!"
"Ummmhmmmm." Boyd was too busy for conversation. His eyes licked over her body, naked from her socks to her waist. He'd never seen a naked girl before, or if he had he couldn't remember it. For months now he'd been longing to see and touch Helen. In every other way, they were as close as two kids could be. They shared a common contempt for the hellfire-and-brimstone religion they both heard about daily. They went to school together, and he carried her books. He got teased about it, of course, but nobody teased Boyd for long. He was as ready with his fists as any boy in the school, and had the muscle to back them up.
He touched the damp patch of fur, and a thrill ran through him. "Take your dress off," he said urgently. "I want to see your knockers, too."
"Sure, Boyd." She was just a little shy because her breasts had blossomed out in the past few months and she was still self-conscious about her first bra. But she was proud of them at the same time, and longed for him to see the pretty things. She giggled again, and said, "preacher says touching 'em is really wicked!"
He helped her unhook the bra, and smiled himself. "When you think about it, kid do, he all but gave us a blueprint!"
And it was true, in a way. They heard everything in church, what to do and why not to do it! The kids all mocked the minister because of the way his mouth got full of saliva when he got going on the subject of sex. One boy mimicked him beautifully, intoning, "Now I say to you, brethern," and letting spit drool from the corners of his mouth.
"Phewwww!" The boy was drooling himself, when he got a look at the full white orbs with their perky pink tits. "I knew you were growing up, Helen, but.... WOWW!"
She was pleased and proud, especially when he fingered her nipples hungrily. She'd touched them herself, and knew the sensations he was learning as he thumbed the tits into erection and stroked the soft pebbly circle around them. It was different, though, when Boyd touched her! A wave of lust swept over her and she unconsciously ground her thighs together.
"Hey, Boyd! I wanna look at you, too!"
"Oh sure," he said, and quickly stripped of his jeans and white Sunday shirt. She stared with unabashed fascination at his groin, noticing the soft white penis dangling in front of his rosy testicles. Of course she knew he had a cock-all males did, horses, dogs and ducks included. She was pleased with her first sight of a human dick, liking its pretty, pointed shape. It looked soft and cuddly and her hands itched to hold it.
Which of course she did, and equally of course, it began to swell in her palms. The adult Helen re-lived that moment of discovery as she stared unseeing out over the silvery water. As she recalled, they hadn't "gone all the way" as the kids said on that first evening. Mostly they touched each other, exploring the mysteries and secrets under their clothing. Every now and then they'd pause to kiss each other hotly, their nubile bodies pressed thrillingly against each other.
But before the week was out, they'd fucked for the first time and loved it. Throughout that summer they seized every opportunity to be alone together. In the first month, Boyd showed her the hidden spot in the grove of trees. He used to sneak out there with a book to get away from his parents and the eternal work of a farm. They felt so free in the mossy glade, they experimented with every position and variety of sexuality their active young minds could come up with. Soon they knew each other's bodies and responses as well as they knew their own.
The first time they had sexual intercourse, Boyd was awkward and Helen frightened. She'd sneaked out of her bedroom window and climbed down the porch trellis, hoping mama wouldn't look in on her. Boys, of course, had a lot more freedom, which the rebellious girl resented. They met in the barn and after an hour of feverish wet kisses and grapplings, Boyd showed her his hard-on.
"I don't wanna hurt you," he said anxiously. "Gosh, Helen, I wanna do it so bad, but...."
"Don't worry," she said airily, hiding her panic. "I've got to do it sometime, why not now!"
She was hot all right, but the fear of discovery and also of the longed-for but scary experience made her tremble. Boyd soothed her down much as he would a restless horse, with low gentle words and quiet caresses, until Helen finally writhed impatiently under him.
"Do it, Boydie," she begged. "Stick it in there!"
"Yeah, okay, I will!" As calmly as he could, he guided his swollen young penis between her legs and began to maneuver it into the slick wet tissues. He bit his lip in frustration because he couldn't get the damn thing in!
"Oooohhhh!" she wailed. "What's the matter? Here, stupid, put it right in HERE!"
She seized his cock and w-edged the head firmly into the wet pocket of her vaginal mouth. Groaning, she said, "Now shove, Boyd, shove!"
On the riverbank, Helen shivered and smiled. There'd been some pain, sure, and a little bit of blood. But the pain, even the memory of the pain, evaporated into the steamy air as she enjoyed the glorious sensations of her first fuck. They'd labored clumsily but enthusiastically, Boyd almost delirious with the bliss of having his aching hot meat buried in her tight little sheath. Helen herself decided at once that she was just born to fuck! He balled her as hard and fast as he could and they were so excited, they climaxed together in a matter of minutes.
Once they'd gotten started, they made the most of each stolen minute. The whole summer stayed in her mind as one fantastic fuck. Mama fussed at her about taking so many baths she was going to run the well dry. And why did she have to wash her hair every day? Helen could hardly answer with the truth, but if she had, she'd have said it was necessary to wash Boyd's semen off her and out of her. She had cum in her mouth and ears, her hair, her hands, her eyelids and of course her always eager cunt. And she had to wash out her own clothes, too, to get rid of traces of her own profuse cream.
For a long time they feared discovery and took all sorts of precautions. Helen hitched rides to town, to the library. She and Boyd met in the shrubbery behind the building, where she sucked him off on her hands and knees in the damp earth. They shared milking chores, and while she was stripping the udders, he had his hard boyish penis buried in her asshole. They sat side by side in the movie theatre, her hand pumping his cock while his fingers tweaked the sensitive tissues up her vagina.
The beginning of school in September cut down on their sexual activities somewhat. Also, they each began dating others because they were being conspicuous, always on each other. She was never sure of Boyd, but Helen herself played the role of a virginal girl with other boys. She had no need of their caresses, and she was always wary about discovery.
Their dating patterns carried over into the following summer, although they managed to get together often. They took some daring chances; it was then that he balled her on the living room sofa, when she thought she was being raped.
She must have been a helluva good actress, she thought, because she was always known as a "nice girl." The boys who tried for more than a good night kiss were put in their places sweetly but firmly. Why should she get a reputation, when she had all the sex she could handle!
It worked out so well that she had her first proposals of marriage the summer she turned sixteen-two of them! She turned them down, of course. Not only because she still had two years of high school ahead of her, but because she couldn't conceive of going to bed with anyone except Boyd.
Helen sighed, and stared at the river. She never did finish high school, as it happened. Because they got caught, she and Boyd. She always wondered how she could have been so careless, whether it was overconfidence, or a secret wish to be found out. There were times when keeping such a heavy secret weighed on her. And there were times when her jealousy of Boyd's other girl friends made her want it all out in the open. She wanted to shout: he's mine! HE'S MINE!
In any case, she should have remembered that Papa would be home from work in the afternoon. Someone was coming to look at the last of the cows. And of course, if he were home, mama wouldn't spend the whole afternoon at Aunt Ethel's.
In any case, it all happened as if it were meant to happen. She and Boyd hadn't been alone together for three or four days. He came in the back door while she finished the lunch dishes. They were so hot for one another, they couldn't even wait to find a bed or a private spot. Poor Boyd, he'd been saying they should break it off before it was too late, but she wouldn't let him. She knew all she had to do was rub up against him, or grab his cock, and he was a goner.
So there they were naked on the kitchen floor, when in walked mama and papa, the prospective cow buyer, Aunt Ethel and some old maid friend of hers. Boyd was fucking the living shit out of her, and she was urging him on with whoops and cries of glee. Helen would never in her life forget the looks on the five adult faces! Years later it made her laugh. They couldn't stand to see anyone enjoying themselves that much!
Talk about scenes! It seemed to go on and on and on. Of course the kids were yelled at and prayed over separately, and that made it harder. But somehow they could never instill a sense of sin in Helen. She KNEW that what they were doing was not only pleasurable but good. Of course as she grew older and had children of her own, she began to wonder.
But at the time she didn't let them beat her down. Preacher, of course, had to have every lascivious detail both from her and from papa-mama wasn't seeing anyone, not even her pastor. And after he thundered over her and threatened her with every cruelty in the Bible, he came up with the only answer which made sense to all of them: marriage.
Helen shook her head sadly. How could any of them expect a marriage begun that way to succeed?
CHAPTER NINE
James was forced into bankruptcy in the Monopoly game. He didn't really care. He hadn't been able to keep his mind on it anyway, foolishing buying the utilities and missing a chance at Park Place. His overheated imagination kept going back to the roller coaster ride. Had his mother really been cuddling up to him, or had he imagined it? The thought of her out there alone in the dark kept nagging at him, until he had to go find her.
Alone together, Boyd and Carol kept their eyes on the game. It really wasn't any fun with two though, and after a while she shrugged and pushed her money on the board. "I give up, Boyd."
"Think I'll turn in then," he said.
"Oh, no! Let's talk," she said beguilingly.
The man laughed. "Talk? Who you kidding! No, it's just as I said this afternoon. You'd better find a kid your own age to mess around with, because you'll just get us in trouble."
She pouted, and complained, but she couldn't break down his resolve. She was a little witch, he thought. He wasn't even sure how it'd happened at the park, but somehow there he was standing behind a tent, necking with a thirteen year old like a lovestruck boy. The narrow escape warned him he'd better steer clear of the girl, adorable and enticing as she was.
James wasn't having much better luck. He'd found his mother quickly, and she seemed glad to see him. He tried to talk her into a midnight swim, figuring that would make an approach easier, but she wouldn't do it. They sat side by side companionably, talking of this and that.
He put his arm around her, his hand casually resting on one big boob. When she said or did nothing to discourage him, he let his fingers close around the nipple. The feel of it, even through her dress and bra, electrified him. He smiled gleefully to himself. Maybe she hadn't even noticed, but he preferred to think she had and liked it. Unable to restrain himself, he put both hands on her boobs, fondling and squeezing them, getting delicious handfuls of quivering, billowy flesh.
She'd noticed all right, how could she help it! And she was a little ashamed of herself for loving it so, but her whole body buzzed with excitement. His frantic pawing sent shocks of pleasure shooting from her nipples right to her suddenly creaming cunt. Shit, you'd think I could get enough of it with Boyd, she thought. I guess I'm just flattered that a handsome boy like James could get the hots for an old lady like me! For one short dizzy moment she wondered what it would be like to seduce her own son, but then her common sense asserted itself.
"Quit it now, honey," she said indulgently.
"Aw, c'mon, Ma," he whined. "I'm not hurting anything."
"No, but ... it isn't right, James." She paused, feeling like a hypocrite. "You've heard of incest, haven't you? That's what this is. It's against the law for a parent and child to make love together. And ... while we weren't doing anything yet...."
"We were about to, and you know it."
"Well, we can't," she said more firmly. "Incest is ... like I said, it's against the law."
"Incest," the boy repeated scornfully. "That's what Boyd said, too. But it didn't stop him! He didn't think of incest until he'd gotten his rocks off!"
"WHAT?" Her hair swirled as she turned quickly to face him. "BOYD WHAT?"
James was really angry as well as frustrated. Wanting to hit out blindly, he added, "You didn't think about incest when you let me fuck you in the ass, either! Or on the roller coaster!"
"Nothing happened on the roller ... WHAT DID YOU SAY?"
But James was gone and she was alone, her mind whirling with confused speculation. What in HELL was the boy talking about? She'd barely managed to take in his accusations about Boyd, when he hurled the other awful statement at her. What did that kid know about her getting fucked in the ass? Hadn't he said he was the one who ... She sucked in her breath sharply. No, it couldn't be! He couldn't have said it, or meant it even if he said it!
She stood up and headed for the house, but then didn't know where to go or what to do.
Meanwhile James used up his frustration and fury by bouncing off trees and running into weedy shrubs. He finally calmed down enough to find his way back to the house, and tiptoed into his sister's room.
"For heaven's sake, Jamesie!" Carol stared at him. "You look like you've been out wrestling with a pine tree!"
"I guess I was," he grinned shamefacedly. "I got mad at Ma ... though I'm not sure why." He shrugged and brushed his hair back. "Now I come to think of it, I'm feeling kind of silly. She didn't even know what I was talking about. I guess she really was asleep when I...."
"When you what?"
"Maybe I'd rather show you," he said softly. But then he looked at his sister and remembered how tight her little cunt was. It stood to reason her asshole would be even smaller, so he settled for telling her.
As he described the thrilling time in his mother's bedroom, he realized he'd done a lot of running nowhere in the past few days. Running from the sight of Boyd and Carol. Running from his mother's natural rejection. He wondered if this were a part of growing up, and if so, how long he'd have to go through it.
"... anyhow, I did it! She sure wanted me to, Carol, even if she didn't know it was me."
Carol's eyes were big as saucers. "My golly, Jamesie, I never even HEARD of that! Was it ... well, was it fun?"
"You bet!" He smiled and felt better about himself. After all he'd had a lot of exciting new experiences in the last few days. "Of course, then I acted like a dope with ma just now. Oh, Carol! I almost gave away your secret, too, but-I don't think she understood. I hope not!"
The teen-ager shrugged her slim shoulders. "I don't care if you did. What can she do about it, after all? Get rid of Boyd, maybe. What would really be bad would be if she'd find out about us, you and me. She might-I dunno what! Send one of us away to school or something."
"Don't worry, honey, she can't afford it," he consoled her. All this talk about sex was getting him fired up again. He sure wished he could make it with ma, and maybe some day it'd happen. Meantime, here was Carol, just panting for some action!
She wrinkled her nose at him. "Go take a shower, Jamesie, you're all sweaty." She giggled. "Hey, I'll come along and wash your back or ... whatever!"
"Sure, Sis!"
Boyd heard the youngsters talking and moving around somewhere in the house, and smiled indulgently. Carol would forget all about him and move on to something new. He hadn't really harmed her, to his deep relief. He'd managed to get uninvolved in time. Of course he felt a small regret, but he told himself he was being silly. After all, he had his own darling Helen, with a week and a half left to enjoy her.
He lay sprawled on the bed, the pillow punched into place behind his head, and thought of Helen and her children. It wasn't any of his business how she raised them, he reminded himself. He had forfeited the right to criticize, long ago. Anyhow, they were nice kids and-He sat up abruptly, his reverie broken. He could hear Helen slamming things around in the kitchen.
A moment later she entered the bedroom with a tray in her hands, which she put down carefully on the bedside table. "I've got some talking to do," she said, "and some listening. And I figured a drink would help."
"Well, I guess!" His eyebrows raised, he looked at the two glasses, the bottle of bourbon, pitcher of water, bowl of ice. "Looks like we're in for a long session!"
He took the bottle out of her hands because she was shaking and the neck of it rattled dangerously on the glass. "Jesus, honey, what's wrong?" He handed her a stiff drink.
"Thanks, Boyd." She took a healthy slug of her drink and sat on the edge of the bed. "Listen, I want to tell you a few things which have been happening. And then you can tell me if I am losing my mind!"
"Sure, sure, hon," he said soothingly.
"I had a weird experience the other afternoon," she began, and told him about her "dream".
"I'll be damned," he blurted out.
"Now you have to tell me, Boyd, whether it was you or not ... I can see by your face," she added as he shook his head. "It wasn't. Okay, I'd just think I had a particularly realistic dream, but there's more to it."
"Go on," wondering when his turn would come.
He didn't have long to wait.
"James talked me into the roller coaster this afternoon. It was fun, but I'd swear he was ... trying to make out with me. Like a fool, I played right up to it. I wouldn't tell this to anyone but you, dear, but I got all excited . ... Isn't that ridiculous?"
"Not at all!" he said sincerely.
"Well, then this evening. I was sitting by the pond, thinking. Actually, I was remembering you and me when we were about the same age as the kids. Jamesie came along and sat by me, and began to hug me and play with my tits."
He laughed. "Did you enjoy that, too?"
"Shit, yes!" They both laughed, and she said ruefully, "I guess I'm just a horny old woman! Anyhow, I managed to scare up the will power to make him stop. When it happened twice in one day I knew it was no coincidence. That kid was actually trying to seduce me, his own mother!"
"Perfectly normal," he assured her. "All boys feel the same way. James was just trying it on."
"Yes, but-I couldn't pretend I didn't like it, so I did the next best thing. I told him it was impossible, because having sex with your mother is incest, and it's against the law."
"Oooooo!" Boyd winced. "And what did he say then?"
"He said ... let me get this right, now ... I think he said you'd used the same word, but not until you'd gotten your nuts off! And then he said incest didn't bother me, or something like that, when I let him fuck me in the ass! Boyd, what the hell is going on around here?"
"Damn it, Helen, most of this is my fault." He told her about his encounter with Carol, shamefaced but truthful.
"Oh, Boyd, how could you!" She began to put the pieces together. "And then, I'll be anything James saw, or Carol told him. Those kids are thick as two thieves again, the way they used to be when they were younger. So when James found me asleep and dreaming about you ... well, I guess we both know where my dream came from!"
"Oh, shit! I'm really sorry, hon. Here, let me pour you a refill." He sloshed more whiskey in their glasses, and they drank thirstily. "Listen, Helen, I should have known better. But if you could have seen her ... and that's what is really happening. The kids are just at an age of being really interested in sex. She was ready, know what I mean? And the atmosphere around here since you and I got together, well, it's been obvious to them what was going on. They're not stupid, after all!"
"No, they're not. And they're nice kids, Boyd, don't you think so?"
He knew the kind of reassurance she needed. "They're great kids, and you've done a marvelous job with them. None of this has been your fault, sweetie. It has its roots in the past, in our past. Anyhow, what are you going to do now?"
"Have it all out with them! I can stand anything except this sneaking around. I've done it for too long ... Come on, Boyd, this is one time we're going to tell the truth! Let's find the kids." When she stood up, she discovered her knees were wobbly, so she had another drink to stiffen them.
Boyd wasn't so sure he wanted a confrontation, but he followed as she went first to the boy's bedroom and then his sister's. "One of them's in the shower, honey ... hell, they're both in there!"
Helen put her finger to her lips in a drunkenly exaggerated gesture. "Crack open the door, Boyd. Let's see what's going on!"
The two adults could hear voices and laughter, but the air was so steamy, they could barely make out the two naked gleaming figures. The shower trickled down slowly, the shower door stood half open. James leaned against the tile wall, laughing down at his sister. She knelt between his outstretched legs, busily working up lather from a bar of soap. They were both already well smeared with suds, particularly on their genitals and Carol's perky tits. To Helen, they looked as happy and innocent as Adam and Eve before the fall.
"Hey, Sis, the hot water's almost gone! We'd better-OHHHH!" He caught sight of his mother and "Uncle" Boyd in the doorway. "Ohhhhh, Carol! Are we ever in trouble! Look behind you!"
"Carol! James! Rinse yourselves off and get dressed. I'll be waiting for you in the living room," Helen said, the crack of authority in her voice somewhat spoiled by a drunken slur.
Helen sank onto the living room couch and buried her face in her hands. "What am I going to do now, Boyd?" she wailed.
"Handle it better than your Mama and Papa," he answered softly. "Remember two things, my darling. One, that sexuality is built into all of us human animals and we can't always control it."
"And what else?" she sobbed.
"Don't ever forget how you felt, and how I felt. Force is never the answer ... yelling and screaming and praying don't help!"
When the two red-faced youngsters walked in, Helen had herself under control. "Sit down, kids, and let's talk this over."
"Okay, then, you talk first," Carol said rebelliously. "We're bummed out by all these mysteries. Is Boyd our father or not? Tell us that and then you can land on us for carrying on!"
"Okay, I'll tell you! The truth! Boyd is NOT your father, not my husband, honey. The truth is ... Boyd's your uncle." It wasn't so hard to get out after all, she discovered.
CHAPTER TEN
"Uncle? UNCLE!" Carol whooped with laughter. "I thought you were going to tell us the truth! UNCLE! That's what all the mothers say about their boyfriends. Cindy's had four 'uncles' in the past year!"
Helen stayed calm. "All the same, he is your uncle. My brother, to be exact."
"Let me, honey," Boyd said. Turning to the youngsters, he went on. "Grown-ups hate to admit their own mistakes, Carol, but this is one time we have to. Let me put it this way. You and James have been, uh, playing around together, haven't you?"
"We've been fucking!" she said defiantly. "And other things, too. Now I suppose you're going to tell us how sinful it is."
"I wish we could," he sighed. "But neither one of us is in any position to throw stones. The truth is, Carol, I am your mother's brother, she's my little sister. And when we were your ages, we were doing the very same things you and James are doing."
Helen looked down at her hands, afraid to see her children's faces. All these years she'd spent staying away from Boyd, trying to hide the truth about herself from her kids-and now it was all going to come out. And they'd hate her for being human!
"I don't get it," James said. "If you're our uncle, how come we never knew it? And who is our father anyhow?"
"He's just who you always thought he was, and he did die in an auto crash. But before that...." Boyd scratched his head, wishing this was over. "We got caught, you see, your Ma and I. Our parents caught us in the act! And they thought your Ma was going straight to hell. They weren't so touch on me-the old double standard, you know."
"Jeez," James said with awe in his voice. "You mean it? Hey, Ma, is this the truth? You were a bad kid, too?"
"Yeah, but did I ever pay for it! They forced me into a marriage with your Dad. He was okay, he was nice, really. But he found out about Boyd and me and ... well, the marriage was on the rocks before he died." It was a relief, she discovered, to say it right out.
"Uncle Boyd," Carol tested the words on her tongue. "A real uncle!"
"You can understand why your mother didn't want you to know." Boyd stood up and pulled Helen to her feet. "Listen, kids, she's had about enough for one night. We're going to the bedroom and let you two talk it over."
"No, Boyd, that won't help. I'm going for a walk-alone!" Helen had to get away from all of them. She felt emotionally wrung out, relieved yet exhausted. This was the moment she'd always been afraid of, when her kids finally found out their mother wasn't perfect, in fact far from it. Now it'd happened, she couldn't think any farther ahead. She yearned for Jerry, and the relief of laying her problems on his shoulders. But she didn't dare think about that, either, because she still had to face telling him the truth.
She ignored their protests and wandered out into the starry night. Behind her, the two teen-agers and their uncle looked at each other. James felt a new maturity coming over him.
"I'm going with her," he said firmly, "whether she wants me or not."
He caught up with Helen halfway down the familiar path to the pond, and fell in beside her. She felt a vague comfort in the boy's presence, and when he slipped an arm around her, she leaned on him in relief. "Do you think I'm terrible, James?"
"Don't be silly," the boy answered stoutly. "Here, let's sit down a minute."
She leaned into his shoulder and hardly noticed it when his arms went around her and locked together just below her boobs. It was peaceful and quiet except for the lapping of little waves and the sound of frogs croaking in the distance, a familiar background to summer nights.
"Gosh, Ma, I think you're really brave!"
"You do?" she said, pleased.
"Sure, bringing up two kids alone, and we didn't turn out too badly, did we?"
She laughed. "I guess not!" Now that everything was out in the open, she found she didn't even care. She'd been foolish to avoid Boyd all these years, when she could have used his advice and assistance. Her parents were long dead-not that she'd have asked them for advice in any case!-and Boyd was all the family she'd had. "Then you don't think I'm terrible?"
"Are you kidding? I wouldn't trade you for any mother in the world!" He really meant it, it wasn't just sweet talking his way into her pants! All the same, he moved his hands up so they were pressing firmly against the cushiony tits, and let his thumbs slip up to press gently on her springing nipples.
"I didn't want to set you a bad example," she said lamely, knowing her cunt was beginning to cream heavily. Erotic thoughts began to dance in her head. Between the emotional catharsis of confession and the liquor which still circulated in her blood, she was dizzily aware of the heat of his body and knew herself to be vulnerable. She blushed in the darkness, wondering if James knew it too.
Evidently he did, because he seized her big jugs boldly and squeezed the soft mounds. He marveled at the softness, the tenderness of her flesh and slowly began to work his hand into the deep vee of her neckline. He could see her face plainly in the moonlight and as he watched, and continued his tit-fondling, her eyes seemed to roll back in her head. She sank boneless and soft against his chest, and James laid her body gently on the mossy ground. He opened the top button of her dress and waited a long breathless moment, but his mother didn't move or protest.
Helen was ashamed of herself but she was loving every second of it and couldn't bring herself to tell him to stop. It seemed to the confused woman as if she might just as well let him do what he wanted, and what she wanted too, if the truth were known. All her years of sexual deprivation were suddenly piling up on her. Her few loveless affairs hadn't really given her any pleasure or relief, because she was always tense and worried. Of course she'd had a short period of happiness with Jerry but it was still too fragile and tentative to permit her to relax. Even now, she wasn't sure how he'd take all she had to tell him.
Boyd's lovemaking and, most of all, his genuine love for her, had melted away all her resistance. She had to admit an unashamed need for simple affection as well as sex, and where better to get it than from her brother and her son? When James leaned over and kissed her, his boyish mouth was so sweet, soft yet firm! She opened her lips and felt his tongue creep in between them, as he continued with his unbuttoning.
"Oh shit! All these clothes," James said impatiently. He stood up and quickly shucked off his shirt and jeans, and returned to his kisses and caresses. He had to half hold her with one arm and unhook her bra with the other hand, but fortunately it came unfastened easily. He snuggled down on her big body again, his hands roaming everywhere.
"Ohhhh, Jamesie," his mother moaned as she stroked his slim muscular back and flat ass. A wicked impulse seized her and she pushed a fingertip playfully on his anus. When the boy wriggled and squealed in her arms, she sat up abruptly. "Lie down darling," she urged in a breathless voice. She wanted to see him, her own darling son, to handle him the way she hadn't done in years. She took his flabby little prick in the palm of one hand and began to stroke it gently, and the slim organ twitched slightly under her touch. When she began to ease back the wrinkled foreskin, James gave an involuntary sigh.
"Gosh, Ma, you're so nice," he said huskily.
She was lost now, wanting nothing more than to go on playing with the adorable little prick, even if it was her own son's. She swiftly retraced the foreskin, uncovering the shiny red glans, then snaked out her tongue to circle it, working her tonguetip into the tiny hole to taste his essence. James shivered with bliss.
"Yeah, Ma, that's really great! Oh, wow, keep licking it!" the boy cried.
Under her hot swift licking, his teenage penis quivered and sprang erect and hard. He grinned down at her, watching her big knockers sway with her work, then at her wet red tongue as it licked his swollen penis. Suddenly she cupped his balls and began to squeeze them gently, and to his amazement that felt very, very good indeed!
"Ummmm," Helen crooned. "Now I'm going to suck it for you, sweetheart!"
Before he could answer, his stiff little prick was drawn up into her mouth-and then he had no words, only inarticulate little cries. Carol's amateur cocksucking was just that-amateur-compared to their mother's experienced work.
"Oh! Oh! HUHHHHHH!" he wailed. "Yeah, Ma, suck it! Suck it hard!"
He felt the delicious bath of her saliva, the spongy flesh of her cheeks against his sensitive glans. Her hot furious sucking was sending stabs of pleasure from his cock right out to his fingertips, and he trembled with excitement.
Helen, her mouth stuffed with firm delicious cock, could hardly contain her delighted lust. She sucked furiously until he panted and whinnied, and began bucking his slim hips, pushing his crotch against her face. He fed his hard cock into her mouth in swift short strokes.
"Oh, Ma, I'm gonna cum," he cried in a strained voice.
Her answer was to suck harder and more swiftly than before, taking his fast jabs into the soft place in the back of her throat. She could feel the firm tension of his testicles in her gently squeezing hands, and almost thought she could feel the ripple of the hot sperm along the shaft of his dick, before it burst out of his jetting glans.
"Haarrrggghhh!" Rrrarssshhh!" the boy gurgled as his climax swept over him. "Oh sweet jeeeezzzzusss!"
She swallowed every drop of his load, loving the light salty flavor as it gushed warmly into her throat. When he was finished, she laid him gently on the moss and limped his flaccid prick clean.
"That was just the greatest," the boy sighed.
Helen suddenly remembered something. She began to laugh and said roguishly, "It's not the first time we had sex, is it, dear?"
"Oh!" He remembered, too, and peered at her face. "Did you know it was me, Ma? Gosh, were you mad?"
"Not really," she said, still chuckling. "First I thought it was a dream, and then I thought it was Boyd. But somehow, neither explanation seemed right ... Boyd and I just figured it out this evening."
They sat side by side, holding hands, talking about the bizarre events of the past few days. "You just blew my mind, Ma. And Carol's, too. We always thought you were too good to be true!"
"And now?"
"Oh heck, we like you lots better now!"
"Speaking of Carol...." Reluctantly she got to her feet and began to dress. "I suppose she's got a million questions to ask-you know your sister! We'd better get back to the house."
They could hear the radio blaring out as they approached the lighted living room; some of Carol's favorite rock stations. By unspoken cons agreement, they paused by a window and looked in. Helen was pleased that her boy seemed to understand her, but she wasn't so sure about her daughter. The willful girl was at a difficult age, and all this might be hard for her to take.
At first they thought the living room was deserted. Then a movement caught their eyes, and they saw two white forms intertwined on the sofa. "Phew!" James whistled with a sidelong look at his mother. Would she be protective of ,Carol, or jealous because of Boyd? He realized that Helen was a whole new person, one whose reactions he could no longer predict.
But Helen was smiling. "That little devil," she murmured fondly. "I should have guessed."
Carol lay with her head between her uncle's meaty thighs, her slim arms clasping the hairy columns. Her head bobbed back and forth, and it was obvious she was sucking the swollen head of his dick. Her little ass twitched as she pressed her pussy on Boyd's face.
"They're cheating on us," James teased. "Are we going to let them get away with that, Ma?"
It was a new thought to Helen, but she liked it. As long as the whole family was into sexual activity, why shouldn't they enjoy it together! Maybe that was what she needed, the open unashamed enjoyment of her body, to finally rid herself of all the years of Baptist upbringing. In any case, James was leading her toward the door, his warm hand on her arm. A mischievous thought flashed into her mind.
"Wait, Jamesie! Tiptoe around to the kitchen first!" she said, tiptoeing through the room.
The boy was mystified, but he obeyed her instructions and left his clothes on a kitchen chair. His mother, naked and voluptuous, looked even better to him in the lighted room. He was still watching her, licking his lips, when she took something from the refrigerator.
"What the-?"
"You'll see," she promised with a wicked smile.
He almost laughed out loud and spoiled the surprise, as he guessed her intentions. But he stifled his chuckles and watched gleefully as Helen bent over the entraptured pair, the can of ready-whipped cream in her hands. She shook it gently and then pressed the red button, while a thick white foamy cloud shot out onto Boyd's enormous prick. When his head sent up ofuickly in surprise, she moved to the other end of the sofa. Another fat dollop of whipped cream shot onto her daughter's soaked twat.
"Me, too, Ma! Me, too," James begged, almost dancing in his impatient delight.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Carol licked avidly at the sweet, cold cream, washing Boyd's cock as well with her hot wet lapping. The young girl was almost beside herself with happiness. It's almost like having a girl friend as well as a mother, she thought. Then she concentrated on her delightful task. Her tongue swirled around the thick white shaft and daintily pried up a spot of whiteness from the scarlet shiny glans, only to find out it was his cream oozing from the pinhole opening! She giggled and circled the crinkled-up foreskin eagerly, finding more traces of the sweet dessert.
Boyd was working busily, too, slurping up whipped cream from her golden-brown snatch, saving the soft mouth of her womb for the last. But he could see over the gentle curve of the girl's hip, and the sight which met his eyes was almost unbearably erotic.
Helen stood naked in her son's arms, the forgotten aerosol can dropping to the floor. As their bare skin touched she sighed deeply and felt the unmistakable heat and moisture of arousal deep in her belly. Her playful mood melted away almost as fast as the whipped cream, her lust and happiness coming to the fore. Her son's busy hands stimulated her big breasts to swollen hardness and then one dropped between them and fingered her labia, searching out the small lump of her clit.
Boyd could hardly believe what he was seeing. Himself and Carol, okay. Himself and Helen, well, that had been going on long before these kids were born. And though he'd always known Helen was a deeply passionate woman, the fresh evidence of it shook him to his toes. Much as he'd enjoyed their lovemaking, he hadn't seen her like this, from a distance as it were, to realize what a gorgeously sexy woman she was.
She needs a full-time man, was his involuntary thought. She knows this is our last fling, we both know it. And she can't get permanent satisfaction from a boy like James.
He felt and heard the teenage girl suck him noisily and greedily, and automatically he pumped his cock into her mouth. The long shaft emerged and disappeared rhythmically, the thickness weirdly emphasized by her small pretty mouth. He stuffed his tongue into the wet opening to her womb, but his mind retained the lewd sight of his sister making violent love to her son.
The pace of Carol's sucking increased, finally driving all other thoughts out of his head. Her clever little hands moved mischievously over his ass, softly cradling his swollen hairy balls and then probing at his puckered anal rim. As she tickled and teased him there, he bucked and snorted in wild excitement. His hard cock rammed in and out of her juicy mouth at a fast pace, while his stiff tongue vibrated rapidly against her clit.
Meanwhile, James continued his determined assault on his mother's aroused senses. He knelt in front of her, taking his time and getting an eyeful of her puffy pink labia which were so swollen, they showed through her thick thatch of pubic hair. Finally he snaked out his stiff tongue between the furry lips, licking and sucking avidly at her sensitive rosy clit. His mother moaned hoarsely, and the boy felt her cream pooling out hotly and dampening his mouth and chin.
This excited him so, he jammed his tongue quickly into her oozing cunt. "Hah!" Helen gasped hoarsely. She panted and clutched his shoulders to steady herself. Her full blown body tensed, and then a small orgasm rippled through her.
"Hoooo-boy," she said huskily, swaying and almost losing her balance.
"C'mon, Ma, down on the rug," James said urgently, his hands tugging at her cushiony hips. She allowed herself to be pulled to the floor and her legs fell loosely apart. The boy posed his fat young rod between her legs and slammed it into her quaking wet cunt. He forced it in to its full length, until his balls were slapping on the insides of her damp thighs. Clutching her possessively, he began to fuck her at a quick, furious pace.
"Ohhhh, Jamesie," she panted.
"Yeah, Ma, how about that?" he grinned wetly. His hair hung down in his eyes and his face was dripping with sweat, as he banged into her cunt with all his young strength.
The pair on the sofa were approaching mutual climax, and they were deaf to the squeals and cries and slurping noises. Boyd tried to hang onto the last vestige of his self-control, telling himself he could-and would-pull away at the last moment. He didn't think the teenager was ready for a throatful of adult male cum! But the way her little hands clutched him, and her mouth moved up and down hotly on his overloaded dick, he wasn't sure he could manage!
He felt her quivering tension, and speeded up the tempo and force of his thrusts. She writhed blissfully, taking his hot tongue into her cunt with clinging vaginal muscles. His brain spun with pleasure as his aching balls gathered up and prepared to shoot. With a wild whoop of pleasure, he felt the burning wetness at the tip of his prick and began to shoot his load into her throat.
In spite of his fears, Carol gulped down his cum as if she loved the taste, as if she'd been doing just this for years! He let himself relax into lazy contentment, knowing by her sudden slowing and the vibrations of her little pussy that she'd cum as well.
When his shriveled cock slipped from her mouth, the girl leaned up on one elbow. "That was just dreamy," she said enthusiastically. "Hey, Boyd? Are you sure you're not my daddy? I mean, my daddy and my uncle both?"
"My God, what an imagination," he cried. "Yes, I'm certain sure."
"That's too bad," she said wistfully. "I'd have liked having a daddy."
"I can be a pretend one," he suggested. "Maybe you and James can visit me and my-hey, did you know I was married? No kids, I'm sorry to say."
"Wow, I'd love to visit," she cried joyfully. "If your wife doesn't mind. When, Boyd?"
"We'll have to ask your mother," he grinned. "And I don't think she's in the mood for questions right now."
Carol turned and looked. Her brother was on his hands and knees over her mother's heaving big body. His back and ass moved swiftly as he fucked into her, and she beat back at him. A rosy flush was spreading over Helen's boobs and belly. Her head rolled back, her eyes stared unseeing at the ceiling.
"Uh! Uh! Uh!" she chanted. Then a convulsive spasm seized her and she writhed frantically, her hands grabbing at any part of James she could reach. "Owwwww! EEEEEEEE!"
The boy couldn't even get out a grunt or a groan. His cum was so overwhelming, he could only sigh deeply and sink between her cocked knees. His face buried in his mother's round belly, he panted and gasped for breath until his heart began to slow its furious beat.
It seemed to Helen later as if a lot of important questions, maybe the most important decisions of her life, were settled that evening. Yet their discussions were hurried and breathless, a matter of information and s opinions exchanged quickly between rounds of wild wonderful sex. She remembered sitting up and blurting out her news to them without leading up to it-or had Boyd made the opening? Yes, she remembered his saying something about her foolishness in not finding a husband.
"But I have," she said, swiping her hair back with her hand. "Didn't I tell you? I promised Jerry an answer after this vacation, and I'm going to say yes. At least...."
James shot a triumphant glance at his sister. "Didn't I tell you?" he shouted.
"At least what?" Boyd said.
"If he still wants to, after I tell him the truth. About us, Boyd, and, I don't know. Maybe I shouldn't tell him everything at once, huh? I mean, this is a bit much to take." She looked around at her naked family, loving them but understanding that everyone might not share her happy feelings.
"Oh, gosh, Ma, no problem," Carol said. "Just play it by ear! If he takes the part about Boyd okay, you can kinda hint that there's more."
"I guess so," she said doubtfully. "I'm scared, but I really have a lot of faith in him."
Boyd said he wanted to hear all about Jerry-later. He was running his hand up and down Helen's damp back, soothing her down. Privately he promised himself to check into this guy, and be sure he was good enough for Boyd's precious sister.
"Hey, I got left out," James cried, waving the aerosol can in the air.
"Let me have it!" Carol made a successful grab and when James turned toward her, shot a thick stream of creamy whiteness at his chest. Before he could protest, the spirited girl was on her knees shooting right up between his legs. "Look at Jamesie," she giggled. "He's got a white jock strap!"
He straddled her while she licked hungrily at the crease of his ass, making a clean sweep with her hot stiff tongue. When she reached his balls, she sucked whipped cream, testicle and all, into ,her juicy mouth.
"Oh, shit," James sighed. "You're just too much, Sis!"
Helen thought she was all sexed out, but the sight of her playful children aroused her lust all over again. Her hungry cunt began to cream thickly while she studied the situation, and she slid on her belly in front of her son. Elevating her hips, she grinned lewdly at him over her shoulder.
"Want to try it while I'm awake?" she invited.
The boy looked down, surprised to discover his sated cock was already alive again and swollen. He wondered just how many erections a guy could get in one day, and made a silent vow to find out soon. Meanwhile, he shoved the tender red cockhead at his mother's puckered anus, feeling the elastic ring of muscle give way with a little popping noise.
"Shit, you can't leave me out," Boyd cried happily. Without thinking twice, he lay down on his back and shoved himself between Carol's pretty knees. She lowered her center of gravity obligingly, landing on his face with her sopped, odorous snatch.
While Boyd sucked Carol's clit, she lapped happily at her brother's asshole and balls, while he butt-fucked his mother strenuously. A daisy chain, Boyd thought; he hadn't done anything like this since he was twenty! But what fun it was, to be part of a human chain of sexuality!
Helen reared back against the foraging cock, almost thrusting him off balance with the vigor of her strokes. She loved the tight stuffed feeling of his slim stiff rod up her ass, exciting nerves she barely knew existed! Her pink inner skin clung to his organ as he partially withdrew, and slid back into place with his forward movement. Somehow the action also tugged at her clitoris and labia, giving her an extra intensity of pleasure.
To keep his footing, James spread his legs farther apart and also leaned forward, grabbing her asscheeks for balance. A lascivious grin spread over his handsome young face as he peeked between his knees. He could see Carol's firm little tits, the nipples peeking back at him, and the swaying of her firm slim waist as she sucked his balls in her mouth, one after the other.
Below her, Boyd rolled his eyes as his glance caught James', and the boy grinned even wider. Fascinated, he watched his uncle's wickedly stiff red tongue stab in and out of Carol's wet cunt, then pause to circle her swollen shiny clit.
And all the time, he kept up the quick forceful movements of stuffing his mother's anal hole. It was so tight and warm, the boy knew he would pop off in seconds. He steeled himself not to come yet. He loved the happy perversion of his family, and he wished the moment could stretch out for hours.
But then Carol's lewd tongue gave an extra strong probe at his asshole, and he felt his swollen balls begin to send their hot load down his moving shaft.
They went down like dominoes. First James, jetting his steaming sperm into his mother's ass so fast it spilled over and trickled down her hairy twat. Then Helen, convulsed and rolling on the floor while she panted and groaned her bliss. Lastly Carol, who got so carried away by Boyd's sucking mouth and tongue, she actually bit her brother on the buttock in the throes of her ecstasy.
While he was rubbing it ruefully, he looked back to see his uncle still sprawled on the floor, his big dong standing up like a meaty, wobbly telephone pole.
"Hey, lookit Boyd," he cried.
Helen made a move toward her brother, but Carol was quicker. She poised her slim flushed body over him and took his aching hot meat in both hands, pointing it toward her the mouth of her womb. With a sigh of delight, she felt it enter as she lowered her body.
Her mother and brother watched while the mighty instrument disappeared between ,her fluttering pink cuntlips. It seemed impossible that the tiny girl could take all that up her without splitting in two!
Indeed, her eyes rolled feverishly in her head as she felt the enormous long penis entering her tight little cunt. As before, it was even bigger and harder than she'd thought, and for a moment she experienced doubt. She'd never felt so thoroughly stuffed in her life! Her little vagina was filled almost to bursting, and the cockhead butted against her womb. Tears stood in her eyes and she could hardly breathe.
But after a moment, it was all right. Her incredibly elastic vagina stretched just enough to take the huge organ, and no more. It was still blissfully tight, as Boyd discovered when he began to pump his hips up and down. And her cunt creamed steadily, providing all the slick lubrication she needed.
Carol closed her eyes and concentrated on her sensations. It seemed to the ecstatic girl that she could feel every inch, every ridge, every contour. She moved up and down slowly, her little boobs swelled up tight, tits standing out, her pussy juicing like a fountain.
"Are you all right, honey?" Boyd asked anxiously. "Am I hurting you?"
"Oooooo no, Uncle Boyd!" she said. "It feels just great! I love it!"
Amazed but reassured, he quit trying to hold himself back. Groaning lustfully, he reached for the glowing girl and held her possessively by the hips. He forced his cock deeply into her and began to fuck her slowly, working her up and down on his huge swollen penis. He snarled in the back of his throat at the pleasure he felt from the slickness and tightness of her hot sheath.
"Yeah, yeah!" she moaned. "Harder, Uncle Boyd, PLEASE!"
Almost out of his head with passion, he speeded up the tempo and force of his thrusts. No matter what he did, she writhed blissfully on top of him. The force of his drive and the size of his big penis drove the juices out of her forcefully, so the room rang with obscenely squishing splatting noises. Even those were drowned out by Carol's squeals and Boyd's howls of delight.
At the rate they were going, it didn't take them long to cum. Boyd after all was halfway there, before they began. When her slim young body suddenly went rigid, he jerked his hips a few more times and then his cum flooded out, filling her tiny cunt. She couldn't take it all and while they rolled and gasped out their delicious agony, the hot liquid streamed out onto her flailing legs.
"Oh, Boyd, Boyd," she sobbed happily. "Wasn't that just the GREATEST. Boyd? Wasn't it?"
Helen felt dazed. She'd watched the strenuous fucking in almost total silence, only letting a sigh escape now and then. The thoughts swirling through her head were too complicated for her to pin down and analyze. She'd felt a little bit of jealousy, she admitted it. But that blew away like a fog at noon, under the force of other, more real emotions. Her little girl wasn't a baby any longer, could hardly be called even a child. She was a miniature woman, and a passionate one. Helen hoped the girl had as much common sense as she thought she did.
And Boyd, his place shifted in a happy fashion. Any guilt which might have lingered in her mind was dissipated now.
CHAPTER TWELVE
He sat up in bed and lighted a cigarette, and passed it to Helen. She rarely smoked, but this seemed like a good occasion and it tasted good. While Jerry lighted his own, she studied his face and wondered what he would say.
Whatever else, her tale of carefree, happy incest excited him sexually! She'd hardly got the last hesitant words out when he grabbed her and practically tore the clothes off her! In fact, she'd heard a distinct ripping sound, and hoped now it wasn't her new blouse. Though a blouse was nothing at this point, when her future was at stake!
They'd rushed into the bedroom as if the living room had suddenly caught on fire. Jerry threw her down and hastily undressed, tossing his clothes wildly. He forced her knees apart and shoved his enormous erection into her like a mad rapist! She had to admit she'd enjoyed every minute of it, however, and now felt a langourous contentment. Whatever happened, would happen.
"Well, Jerry?" she said finally.
"I don't know what to say first." He looked at her seriously and then a boyish grin broke through. "Maybe I should clear the air by admitting my own sins. My cousin and I ... well, we started out playing doctor when we were about six. When we were fourteen, I took her cherry."
"And?"
"And, we're still good friends ,today. You'll meet her some time. I have to admit though, we never screwed each other once we were grown up."
She shrugged, still waiting.
"I'll tell you what bothers me, darling. I love you so much and ... well, I just don't want to share you with anyone! Not even your own son!"
"You won't have to," she promised, rolling against his warm chest. "Nobody but you from now on!" If her fingers were crossed it didn't take away from her vow, but only added a contingency. The first time he gets hold of Carol, she thought sleepily and happily, then all bets are off!
Her promise, though she didn't know it, was being echoed a thousand miles away. True to his words, Boyd took the two youngsters to his home for a visit. They were fearful of having their new amusements interfered with, but their uncle reassured them.
"Minna's an understanding woman," he said. "For instance, she's always known about your mother and me! I've never made any secret about being a horny old bastard, and she...." He grinned at them. "Well, wait'll she gets a look at you, James! I can promise you, you'll like your Aunt Minna!"
It took a moment for his meaning to soak in but then the delighted kids relaxed. And it'd been just as Boyd said. Minna loved them both, but she especially loved her newfound nephew. James discovered all sorts of new little tricks the very first evening!
Not only that, but Minna and Boyd smilingly showed the kids to their room, a room to share, with one big double bed! She IS super neat," said Carol, burrowing into her pillow. "I hope we like Jerry as well, if you know what I mean."
"Hey, wait a minute!" James sat up and pulled his naked sister up, too. "None of that, now! It's gonna be enough for him just to know what we've done in the past, without your seducing the guy!"
"Well, shit!" she said crossly. "You mean you're not going to fuck ma any more?"
"We'll wait and see. Not in the beginning, anyway, dummy. Do you want to spoil it for ma? After all, we'll still have each other."
"All right, all right!" She curled up next to him and reached for his cock. She liked to go to sleep with it tucked up into her pussy, and James seemed to like it, too. "Anything you say, Jamesie, she murmured.
After all, how long could an unnatural situation last? And it certainly would be unnatural for four lusty human beings to live in the same house without a little experimenting! No matter what James said, she knew what would happen. And she could hardly wait!
