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Turned On Housewife ....(70k)    by Heather Brown

FOREWORD

Outwardly, suburbia maintains the strait-laced middle-class look that belies the social ferment behind closed doors.

There is the secret use of drugs, fed by the marijuana syndrome. There is the river of alcohol flooding from door to door under the euphemism of social drinking. Then, of course, inevitably there is the advent of sexual promiscuity and experimentation. All in the spirit of good, clean fun. But where does the fun stop and the degradation begin? When one excess leads to another? When the children set as their own lifestyle what already is the norm at home?

This is the story of one family. It is startling as a mirror of a way of life behind closed doors. No facade. No regrets. Indeed, to them it is the norm.

And outside their lives go on. Business and its daily conflicts. School and its trials and triumphs.

The norm... for this family, yes. And how many other families like them?

TURNED ON HOUSEWIFE-a novel of fiction and a page of our restless society as food for serious thought.

-The Publisher

CHAPTER ONE

The housework loomed before me like a mountain. An Everest of dirty clothes... dishes... and all the rest of the debris a middle-class family of four can produce with no effect at all.

In the average family everybody contributes equally to the mess. But only one person is responsible for cleaning it up. The wife... the mother. Me.

"Peggy," my husband, Ned, said to me before he left for work this morning, "I'm down to my last clean shirt. Could you get on the stick and do the laundry today?"

"Yes, dear."

"Mom," my son, Billy, called as he walked out the door for school, "if you have some time, do you think you could look for my Math book? I can't seem to find it anywhere. I can fake it through class today, but there's a test coming up on Monday and I'll have to study over the weekend or I'll get an F."

"Of course, sweetheart."

Betty, my sixteen year old daughter, was the last one to leave, running behind schedule as usual. "Mother," she bid me adieu, "I noticed this morning there's a rip in my favorite blouse, and I want to wear it tonight on my date with Joe Jarvis. Do you think you could have it mended by this evening?"

"Mmmmmm hmmmm," I nodded, passively.

It was only after they were all gone that I started to feel rebellious. The instant I was the only one remaining in the house, my daily siege of resentment commenced, right on schedule.

Why was I so chicken? Why, for once, couldn't I just stand up to my family and tell them that their demands were too much? I was worn out.

At thirty-five, I felt like I was eighty-five. I was as tired when I got up in the morning as somebody with a real job is after eight hours at work. My bones ached. My nerves were frazzled. I was a mess.

That's what being a housewife does to you. It saps the strength out of you more surely than if you were digging ditches for a living.

The only difference is that ditch-diggers receive a paycheck for their services every week. The only money that came into my hands was a household allowance Ned begrudgingly laid out, and I was supposed to spend that on everybody but me.

This morning, as usual, I procrastinated. Instead of getting to work so I could complete my chores at a reasonable hour, I found my way to the television set. Life was so dreary that, as much as I had to do, I was an expert at wasting time. Maybe, I thought, there'll be something lively on one of the talk shows and it'll put me in a better frame of mind.

How lively I couldn't have anticipated. This morning the lady author of a book on female sexuality was being interviewed on channel four, and to the consternation of the male host her comments were shockingly explicit.

"Women are being sold a bill of goods," she announced. "They think they can only achieve sexual fulfillment with a man. However, the study that is the basis of my book definitely proves that this age-old belief is nothing but a myth."

"What then is the answer?" the earnest host asked.

She looked him straight in his baby-blue eyes. "Do you really want to hear it?" she threateningly asked.

"I'm not so sure," he nervously answered, '-but I'm looking forward to forty-five minutes of dead air-time even less."

"Okay," she smiled sardonically, "you asked for it."

I found myself riveted to the set, waiting for what she was going to say. I won't lie to you: in addition to my other problems, my sex-life was a source of constant frustration.

Ned was simply a slam-bam-thank-you-ma'am type when we infrequently made love. Far more often than not, I was left high and dry after he climbed off of me and was blissfully snoring in sound sleep. Most of the time all I got out of sex was a sticky pussy and ice-water in my veins.

And it seemed especially a shame because Ned had such a big dick. To tell the truth, his cock was what had attracted me to him when we'd originally started dating in high school. I'd noticed it bulging provocatively in the crotch of his tight jeans and known instantly that this was the boy to whom I wanted to surrender my precious virginity.

On our first date, I'd teased him with a blow-job until he just had to fuck me. I hadn't even noticed the blood from my ruptured cherry, I was coming so hard.

God, if only Ned could fuck like that now. Marriage seemed to have taken all the starch out of him. Oh, to be" young and in love again, instead of married and bored silly.

"My study definitely shows," the lady on TV was saying, "that most women who depend on a man for orgasm are likely to be frustrated in their quest for adequate sexual release. Needless to say, this particularly holds true for married women who erroneously believe that their husbands are the only answer to their erotic cravings."

"Right on!" I heard myself exclaiming.

"Well, uh, what do you suggest as an alternative to the, uh, standard way of, uh, doing things?" the interviewer apprehensively asked.

"It's not what I as an individual say," the author replied. "What we're talking about here is what my study incontrovertibly shows."

"And that is?" the interviewer took the bait, and then held his breath for an answer that he seemed to halfway expect would put his show off the air.

"Well, for one thing," was the cool reply, "masturbation."

There was an excited murmur from the live audience. In my own livingroom I was on the edge of my chair.

"It's all really very simple," the woman continued. 'The basis of the female orgasm is the clitoris. Actual penetration into the vagina has nothing to do with it. The more thoroughly and expertly a woman's clitoris is stimulated, the more profoundly she will climax. And, obviously, nobody is a greater expert about her clitoris than its owner."

The interviewer was left temporarily speechless. Fortunately for his image as Mr. Calm-Cool-&-Collected, the station broke away for a commercial.

The ad was for some kind of floor wax. The actress portraying the typical housewife in it was aghast over the yellow build-up on her kitchen linoleum. Before the announcer suggested the product in question to her, the poor woman looked like she was on the verge of a nervous breakdown. Needless to say, I identified with her completely.

Then the sex-study lady re-appeared, talking about masturbation. The transition was so swift that it seemed to me as though the preceding spot had been a commercial for this rather than floor wax. The TV set appeared to be telling me that the answer to my dilemma as a bored housewife was to play with myself.

When I squirmed in my chair I felt something squish between my legs. Then I rubbed my thighs together and felt the sticky dampness. My pussy was soaked with arousal.

"Simple digital manipulation by the woman of her own clitoris will, in nine cases out of ten, bring about greater sensory pleasure than phallic penetration," I and millions of other women were learning from our TV sets. "For you skeptics, I suggest that you try it--although, from the knowledge of the female population gleaned from my study, I'm convinced that most women already have."

I was shocked. Did most women really play with their cunts on the sly? Was I, who hadn't masturbated since girlhood, the exception to the rule?

The thought was so troubling that I switched off the set. "I've got work to do," I sternly told myself, and left my chair.

However, it was not into the kitchen or the laundry room that I went. Instead, as though drawn by some unseen force, I walked into the bedroom and flopped onto the bed. It was not until I was lolling on my back with my legs spread that I realized what I was about to do.

My right hand was snaking up the valley of my parted limbs. I could feel the skin on the inside of my thighs getting softer and softer the higher I went. Then it became moist and hairy as well. I fingered my pussy under my robe.

"Oooooh," I moaned uncontrollably, "it feels sooooo goooood."

My fingertips found my labia and pulled the petals apart. This unleashed a torrent of goo which coursed down my quivering thighs.

My left hand automatically reached to the table beside the bed and grabbed the mirror I kept there. Inserting it at the crux of my legs, I saw the reflection of my emerging clit. The magic button was pink, glistening and throbbing, begging to be pressed by a gouging finger.

I did it without hesitation. The first erotic probe of my own cunt brought the instant flush of orgasm. My senses were running away with me.

I was no longer just nudging my clit. I had it grasped between my thumb and little finger, squeezing it until I could feel the exotic ache up and down my spine. The honey was pouring from the mouth of my cunt.

One orgasm followed another. They were coming fast and furious now, making my body undulate with ecstacy.

Too horny not to up the ante, I stripped down to total nakedness. Laying the mirror aside, I became aware of my bare, heaving tits. I had never seen the nipples so red and erect. They looked like strawberries.

Hoisting a breast to my descending mouth, I snaked my tongue forward and tasted myself. In my whole life I had never contemplated such a thing, but now I was lapping away more vigorously by the second. It turned out to be as much of a turn-on to eat my own tit as it was to play with my cunt. And both taken together were sheer heaven.

Giving myself an exhausting workout, I shook the bed with my self-engendered passion. The mattress springs had never squeaked like this when my husband was making love to me.

I only stopped when my tongue and fingers were so strained that they could no longer function properly. However, the rest of me was still raring to go. Determined not to prematurely let go of the bliss I had found, I wracked my brain for an alternative way to satisfy my carnal hunger.

Picking up the mirror again, I slipped it between my still parted legs for a clue as to which erogenous zone of my body to attack next in my unrelenting quest for continued orgasm. After feeling so erotically unfulfilled for so long, I now had every confidence that my body would not let me down.

My asshole throbbed as if on cue. It was right down there waiting for me, pulsating a notch below my drooling cunt. Surely, I thought, there's something I can do to it that will keep the fires burning.

I gingerly poked at it. Mmmmm, the merest touch of my most intimate orifice felt divine. There just had to be something I could do to myself... some way___.

"An enema," I arrived at the answer to my frantic search aloud. I'd loved them when my mother had given them to me as a little girl. They'd always made me feel so warm and turbulent inside. And when they'd been over, I'd always felt such a profound sense of release.

"Yes, an enema," I said to myself, as I arose from the bed and headed for the bathroom. I could hardly wait for the greasy rubber needle to slide up my ass... the hot, soapy y water bloating my colon.

The brick-red enema bag was stashed behind a pile of linen, just waiting after all these years for me to use it on myself. Maybe it wasn't the one my mother had used on my girlish behind, but it seemed like a precious heirloom to me.

My hands shook with anticipation as I began the preparations. This was going to feel so good.

I let the water run from the hot water tap a nice, long time. I wanted it steaming.

And while the water temperature was peaking, I looked around for something soapy I could add to the brew for sudsiness. Finally I settled on shampoo. It would make plenty of bubbles, and maybe sting a little bit in the bargain.

The shampoo went in first, followed by enough hot water to make the rubber bag bulge like a red balloon. There were so many suds the froth ran down the sides.

Capping the bloated device with the hose that connected it to the rectal nozzle, I got into the tub and knelt on all fours like an animal. Then I took a bar of soap and greased both the nozzle and my anus. The penetration would be swift, sure and deep.

Holding the enema bag in front of me, I uncoiled the tubing over my back until the hard rubber tip snaked between the splayed cheeks of my ass. Then I pinched the nozzle, centered its tapered head with the rosette of my anus; and pushed.

I didn't stop pushing until I had several inches of hose inside me along with the needle. I felt like I was wired for ecstacy.

Hoisting the bag above my head, I yielded its soapy, scalding contents to gravity. As the balloon contracted, I could hear the water hissing through the tube toward my ass. Impact would be sudden and violent.

"Yaaarrrrggghhh!" I screamed as the molten torrent hit my bowels. Now the enema bag was depleted, the engorgement transferred to my tenderest inner pit.

Oh, how that hot water burned. And that shampoo stung. I felt as though I had a meteor inside me.

The pressure built and built. In a moment I would have to let go, but I was going to hold everything inside as long as I could. That way the divine torture would last longer. I was a sadist and a masochist at the same time.

Then I could resist no more. Rebelling, the walls of my bowels closed ranks. As powerful as the enema force was, it was quickly losing ground to my colonic reflexes.

The tide was turned. All of a sudden the water was rushing out of my ass as fast as it had entered.

The mess came spewing from my tightest hole, the constriction of the aperture making the discharge a powerful liquid jet. The tubing, the water, the suds, the crap... all of it splattered noisily against the porcelain rear of the tub.

Need I tell you that I experienced my first anal orgasm ever? Oh, God, where had this sensation been all my life...

"Oooohhh... ooooohhh... oooohhh!" I moaned with ecstasy, as I collapsed on the bottom of the tub. In my descent my arm was caught beneath my body. Lying there writhing, I automatically began fingering my cunt.

Almost immediately I had a vaginal orgasm to match the fire in my ass. Both holes were blazing, the confluence of their erotic inflammation intersecting at some inner depth of my being.

I was in the throes of this divinity when the doorbell rang.

CHAPTER TWO

I got out of the tub, put my robe back on, and answered the door.

It started innocently enough. A door-to-door salesman. He was selling pots and pans, the last thing in the world I wanted or needed. However, he was young and good-looking so I invited him in.

"Hope I didn't disturb you, ma'am," he politely said, as he followed me into the livingroom. I guess he was making reference to my disheveled appearance and my carelessly thrown-on robe.

"Uh, no, it's all right," I assured him. "I was just, uh, relaxing... Taking it easy, you know."

He gave me a long searching look. "Yeah," he finally drawled, his good manners giving way to an abrupt leer, "I can see."

With hindsight, I suppose it didn't take much imagination for him to deduce the general fashion in which I'd been enjoying my idle time. From my rat's-nest hair to my rumpled half-agape robe, to the glistening goo trickling down my legs. My presence figuratively and literally reeked of sex. I'm sure he could smell it as well as see it.

"Well, whatever you were doing," he continued in his insinuating tone, "it looks like you really threw yourself into it."

"Yes, I guess I did," I acknowleged the provocativeness of my appearance. "Why don't we sit down and you can tell me about your, uh... "

"Pots and pans," he reminded me, but it was clear from the pulsing lump in his pants that they were the last thing he had on his mind.

I didn't help him keep his mind on his business.

My robe, poorly fastened to begin with, came completely apart when I sank into the cushions,... exposing my legs to the upper thighs. If I did anything but sit stone still he would be able to see my cunt.

All of a sudden I was possessed with an itch. I had to move... squirm. I couldn't help myself.

The salesman's eyes bugged out of his head as he stared directly between my legs. He tugged at his collar... hemmed and hawed. The bulge at his crotch was throbbing.

I didn't have to look down to know that my pussy was in plain sight, but I did anyway. The triangular beard was wild and woolly and glistening with dew.

"Why don't you come over here and sit by me on the sofa," I disingenuously suggested.

His mouth was so dry that he couldn't speak. When he got up to walk across the room, he tripped.

I caught him as he fell, making sure I trapped his leg at the center of my thighs. A dark stain spread across the fabric of his trousers.

He made another attempt to speak, but was just as unsuccessful as before. I took advantage of his open mouth by abruptly sliding my lips over it and forcing my rigid tongue down his throat.

French-kissing him, I dropped my hand to his crotch. Even through his pants his cock seemed red-hot...

And huge!

I broke the kiss and whispered in his ear: "Do you want me to take out your prick?"

He still couldn't talk, but he nodded his head as though his neck were outfitted with a universal joint.

Seizing the talon of his zipper, I undid his fly with a loud whir. His cock sprang out at me, revealing itself like the blade of knife. It was a monster.

"Ooooh," I rasped, "I've got to suck it."

I lowered my head immediately and closed my hps around the head of his cock. The taste was unique. I couldn't decide whether it was sweet or salty.

I began driving my suctioning mouth down the shank. His prick was so thick. I wondered if I could swallow it all without strangling.

Well, I'd certainly give it a try.

I had good reason. My marriage had cooled so much over the years that Ned wouldn't even let me suck his cock anymore.

He complained that it took too much time.

My husband's idea of lovemaking was apparently centered around the belief that brevity is a virtue. Ned's idea of a good time was to poke his prong in my slit, jerk to and fro a couple of times, and come with about as much effort as it took him to urinate.

So was it any wonder that I was so hungry for cock? I felt like I needed it the way a drowning victim craves air.

I was determined not to stop until I was nibbling the salesman's hairy balls.

He could talk now. "Suck it... suck it," he was moaning with ecstasy. "Deep-throat me."

I'd do it, of course, but I wanted him playing with my snatch by the time I made the final plunge. Taking his hand, I thrust it to my groin with the palm flattened against my labia and clit. Manipulating him by the wrist, I made him rub me good and hard. I began to come immediately.

Now I descended the rest of the way to his phallic root. My fears about choking proved unnecessary as I easily suppressed a gag when I reached the hilt.

Having proved to myself that I could achieve maximum oral penetration, I turned my attention to friction. Transforming my mouth into an auxiliary cunt, I began suctioning back and forth. When I cupped the salesman's nuts in my hand they were hotly churning with the furious manufacture of sperm.

We fell lengthwise on the couch, my impromptu lover lying atop me. When he began rolling his hips in the classic motion, he was literally fucking my mouth. The plunging jabs of his cock-head go down my throat felt just as good as if they were probing my pussy.

And, of course, his hand was busily stimulating my cunt. The fingers had gradually worked their way within, cramming my palpitating slit with a set of chafing knuckles.

Faster and faster he bucked his pelvis. He had taken over the initiative, and his thrusts were deep ones. Even back in my high school days I had never given such intense head.

"Oh, God, I'm coming... I'm coming!" he warned me.

I braced myself for the onslaught. My thirst for his cum was overwhelming.

Shoot it into me! I mentally implored. I swear I'll swallow every drop!

His balls slammed together and his cock lurched. It was going to happen...

The jizz erupted in a flood of scalding goo, blasting down my esophagus into my stomach. It was definitely the spirited ejaculation of a young man. I felt like I was a teenage girl again, making it with my date in the backseat of his car.

My cheeks ballooned when the excess started to back up in my throat. However, I did not yield. I'd promised myself I'd drink every bit of the wonderful elixir, and I wasn't going to disappoint myself.

I finally had to let go of the salesman's cock, but his cum was all mine. Slowly but surely I forced the viscous contents of my mouth back down my throat. It dripped into my already jizz-bloated belly like molten lead.

When at last I was finished, I checked the salesman's expression to see if he was impressed. He looked like he'd just witnessed a miracle.

"Want to fuck me proper now?" I brazenly asked him. "My pussy is on fire."

He looked down at his dick to see if it was still hard. He must have been pleased by what he saw. It was as stiff as a board.

"You're like a teenager," I complimented his endurance. "I'll bet you could make love to me all day without stopping if you didn't have pots and pans to sell."

He was gleeping out a series of strange noises, none of them seeming to form a word. I had the poor boy tongue-tied. I didn't care, just so long as he shoved his big prick into my tight, wet cunt.

I spread my legs until my knees were practically touching my ear lobes. My pussy must have appeared like a hairy, marshy gorge to him.

He was still apparently confused and disoriented, but his cock was not. Taking over the responsibility for his body from his addled brain, the turgid organ drew itself toward my gaping slit. I shuddered with glee as the meaty head flattened against my clit, and then slipped down and entered me.

"Fuck me... fuck me... fuck me!" I wildly chanted. "Split me in two with that monster!"

With my exhortation the rest of him began to come alive. While his prick plowed within me, he began running his hands all over my body. He was kissing me.

When I closed my eyes, it felt as though he had an infinity of fingers and a legion of tongues. His caresses and licking were covering me like a blanket.

He lay his full length over me. I enjoyed his weight on me... enjoyed being crushed under his body. I wanted him soldered to me, from mouth to feet.

Recovering his ability to speak, he began whispering to me. He told me to raise my legs until the knees touched my chin; and to twist just enough so he could spread my ass with his two hands.

His invention was so stimulating that I decided to try some of my own. Recapturing the initiative, I wrapped my legs around his waist and scissored him so solidly that our groins seemed to fuse into a single unit. God, he was in me so deep -- so deep...

Then his cock kicked, sending tremors through my womb that rippled up and down my spine. I didn't have to be very bright to know that he was getting ready to come for the second time within minutes.

"Swamp me," I hissed in his ear. "Give me all your jizz!"

Grunting like an enraged bull, the salesman put everything he had into emptying his balls. The pressure down there must have turned them bright blue.

His prick kicked like a hammer again, and then it exploded. Cum gushed to my deepest recesses. I swore I could hear it splashing inside me.

Despite the excitement of the moment, something was missing. Even though my senses were in a state of turmoil, I could not seem to achieve the ultimate release I so desperately craved. I'd experienced a lot of miniature and medium-size orgasms, but where was the big one?

Squeezing my eyes closed and gritting my teeth, I summoned all of my energy into a fight for the final climax. I wanted to explode internally as powerfully as my lover's cum had exploded from his cock.

I was getting closer and closer, but was still that final distance away from complete ecstasy. Suddenly I broke out in a cold sweat, thinking I might not make it all the way to the finish line.

Then I made a mental connection that saved me. It might sound goofy, but it was the mental image of a television set which provided my rescue from sexual unfulfillment.

In my mind I could see the video image of that lady author who wrote the sex book. "My study definitely shows," she reiterated for my benefit, "that most women who depend on a man for orgasm are likely to be frustrated in their quest for adequate sexual release."

My salesman-lover was a bull-like fucker, but that didn't mean he could automatically satisfy the full extent of my female needs. If I wanted to go all the way over the edge of the sexual abyss, I'd have to look out after myself.

I dropped my hand down to the-junction of our loins and began fingering my clit. Just as the lady author had implicitly promised, there it was waiting for me... all turgid and tender.

I tweaked it and twisted it. Tantalized and tickled it.

The salesman's prick was softening within me, but I was going stronger then ever. The digital stimulation of my clit was doing the trick just as the lady author had promised. She ought to win the Pulitzer Prize, I thought with excited gratitude.

Ah, yes, now it was happening. A door had been opened somewhere within me, and I had been let out of my cage at last. I was soaring.

I seemed to rocket past the planets, departing the solar system and then outdistancing the galaxy. Soon even the universe was behind me. I had entered a dimension unknown to all but a completely orgasming woman.

"Are you all right?" my lover asked with concern. It must have seemed as though I'd succumbed to an epileptic fit, so intense was my orgasmic frenzy. In his young life he'd probably never screwed a woman who'd come like this.

"Perfect!" I giddily informed him.

CHAPTER THREE

The minute the salesman left, I got dressed, not even bothering to douche the sperm from my cunt before I headed for the library. I just had to lay my hands on that book I'd seen pitched on television. Who knew what other wonders it held in store for me.

The librarian at the desk was not the old biddy with whom I was familiar. This one was young and pretty. As I admired her youthful beauty I couldn't help but wonder if she had read the book herself.

"Could I help you?" she asked when I came back from the shelf empty-handed.

"Yes," I replied, "I was looking for The Orgasm Report.'" She smiled. "Oh, yes, that's one of our most popular books. I'm afraid you'll have to put in a reserve."

"How long will the wait be?"

"Several weeks, I'm afraid," she said, "It seems like half our readers went to get their hands on that one. The author was on television this morning."

"Oh, did you see her?" I impulsively inquired.

"Yes," she smiled, revealing a row of perfect teeth, "just before I came to work. I thought the author put her point across beautifully."

"Have you read the book?" I inquired.

"From cover to cover," she giggled winsomely. "I couldn't put it down."

"What, uh, did you think of it?" I forced myself to ask, knowing full well what the implications of the question were, given the nature of the book.

She was not offended. "I agreed with every word of it," she replied without batting one of her velvety long eyelashes.

With her answer it seemed to me we were almost in some kind of a contest. How brazen would my next question be and how frank would her response be?

"Tell me," I skated on thin ice, "have you, uh, followed any of the author's suggestions?"

She looked at me straight in the eye, indicating with her gaze that she wasn't going to pull any punches. And she didn't. "Certainly," she said. "It only makes sense that women know their own bodies best."

Suddenly I was speechless, consumed by a vibrant mental image of this beautiful young girl masturbating. Naked in front of a mirror and expertly fingering her silken pussy.

"You're wondering if I really play with myself, aren't you?" she practically leveled me.

"Y... yes," I admitted with a self-conscious stammer.

"All the time," she grinned. "In fact, there's only one thing I enjoy more."

"Your h... husband?" I continued to stutter. "A boyfriend?"

"Don't be silly," she addressed me as though I were a foolish child. "No man can solve the mystery of a woman's body."

'Then w... what?"

"Another woman," she proudly stated. "When you make love to another woman she knows her own body well enough to play yours like a musical instrument. When I'm with one of my lovers I feel like a flute in a symphony orchestra. How about you?"

"I beg your pardon."

"Aren't you a lesbian?" she shocked me down to my shoes. "I just assumed you were, the way you've been looking at me."

All of a sudden I became excruciatingly aware that this incredible conversation was transpiring in a public place. What if somebody overheard us?

My sense of propriety told me I should turn around and see if we were being overheard. However, I found myself paralyzed, my eyes locked on the beautiful young woman standing lissomely before me.

"Don't worry," she said in a soothing voice, "there's nobody else here."

"How... how did you know?" I gasped. "How did you know what I was thinking."

"Woman's intuition," she replied, and she wasn't kidding. "When another woman desires me, I can automatically read her mind."

Then she reached out and touched the swell of my breasts. Even though I was wearing a blouse and a bra, it felt as though she were caressing naked skin.

"I can lock the door," she said matter-of-factly. "My supervisor won't be back for a couple of hours and we can make love in the stacks. "I'll take you right on the floor." Before I could protest, her face darted to mine and she kissed me. And not just a light kiss either, but a strong passionate one, with her rigid tongue halfway down my throat. By the time she broke for air my pussy was creaming and I was ready to do anything she wanted.

She led me back into the stacks. The shelves of books towered above us as she quickly and efficiently undressed me. She grinned, obviously liking what she saw.

Then, as graceful as the wind, she was gone. I heard the click of the tumblers as the door locked. It was followed by the rustle of clothing. When she re-appeared she was as naked as I was.

God, she was beautiful. Her body was so firm in its youth that it looked like a piece of erotic sculpture. It made me brim with pride that any man would have cut off his right arm to make love to her, but instead she had chosen me.

Embracing amidst the books, we sank to the floor with our knees inserted in each other's crotches. I quickly ascertained that her cunt was just as wet as mine.

"Sixty-nine," she whispered hotly to me after we had passionately grappled for a moment. "Ill eat your pussy while you eat mine. I hope your tongue is good and long."

We shifted positions until our faces were hovering over the crux of one another's thighs. The aroma of her gossamer snatch made my nostrils flare, and the sight of it made my mouth water.

She was a blonde. A real blonde, with flaxen pubic hair that was even more stunning than the long tresses on her head.

Best of all, though, was her pussy hps. Their pinkishness was electric in its vibrancy. They sucked at me, seeming to beg for some part of my body to wrap themselves around.

My tongue hardened and automatically leaped forth. Suddenly I was tasting my first woman and the honey was sliding down my throat.

She began eating me, too. The sounds of our fervid slurping echoed through the rows of books.

Our penetration was in perfect synchronization. Every inch of stiff tongue I jammed up the librarian's cunt, she matched with an oral surge of her own. Soon we were tickling at the nodules of one another's spasming cunt-walls, feeling the results of our tongue-fucking in our wombs.

Oh, God, she was right about women knowing how to sexually please each other. We were both coming like a house afire. My own orgasms were turning my sinews to jelly, and I could feel hers vibrating against me. Pretty soon they merged and it was impossible to distinguish the spasms of her naked body from mine.

When we finally came up for air, she asked me if I wanted her to fuck me. I quickly agreed, assuming she had a dildo stashed around the library somewhere.

However, she strapped on no aide when she slipped her torso between my spread legs. She had so much confidence in her body that she intended to fuck me with her cunt alone. It was as though she had a secret compact with Nature to make her body accomplish any deed she wanted it to.

She positioned herself in such a way that I could watch her crotch lowering itself toward mine.

Our pussies came together and I winced from the joy. The way her labia chafed against mine was far superior to any phallic penetration I'd ever experienced, including that handsome young salesman earlier today.

"Isn't this better than that guy who fucked you a little while ago?" she asked.

"H... how did you know that?" I gasped.

"Your cunt was soggy with his cum," she reminded me that I hadn't douched before I left home. "I'd have spit it out, but I didn't want to hurt your feelings and scare you away. After all, it isn't everyday I get a chance to eat a pussy as sweet as yours, once all the cum was out of the way your own juice was fantastic."

I was speechless. I felt like I was in the presence of a goddess of some sort, and as a mere mortal all I could do was gape in awe.

"I was wrong about you being a lesbian, wasn't I?" my female lover continued to amaze me. "This is your first time with another woman, isn't it?"

"Y... yes," I finally summoned the wherewithal to speak.

"How do you like it so far?"

What could I say? It was the most thrilling experience of my life. Mere words were not sufficient to explain the way I felt.

"Just fuck me," I finally came up with the only correct answer. "Grind your hot cunt between my legs until I burn up." Suddenly I had spoken without a catch in my voice. When it got down to the nitty-gritty, my words came with precise fluency. I had never related to another human being as completely as I was doing to this naked young woman on top of me.

Her pussy smeared against mine with such intensity that our pelvic bones collided, seeming to send off sparks. Best of all, though, our turgid clits met for the first time, dueling with each other like miniature swords.

I wrapped my legs around her, drawing her even closer. Our pussies seemed welded together.

And so were our senses. When she came, I came, and vice-versa. There was no barrier between us.

She kissed me as we fucked. Our tongues darted past each other, plunging down our respective throats. And our hands began caressing each other's tits. She pinched my nipples and I rubbed hers, then we switched techniques...

It was sheer bliss!

The books rattled on their shelves as we bucked and writhed. Then, as the intensity of our lovemaking increased even further, some of them began falling from the upper shelves. However, even missiles crashing around us did not cool us down.

Faster and faster we fucked. Harder and harder. It seemed impossible that we could surpass what we had already accomplished, but we were sure as hell going to try.

Every time I thought we'd reached the ultimate orgasm, another shared climax surpassed it. We were lifting each other higher and higher, coming in outer space, the first female astronauts.

Then, at last, it arrived. The Big O. I just knew it.

Picture bombs bursting, rockets flashing. Explosions, eruptions and detonations. Crashing, clanging, rattling, rocking and rolling.

Suddenly I was on top, driving down into my lover's cunt with my driving pelvis. When the Big O hit me with full fury I was the one doing the fucking.

It was all too, too wonderful! Too wonderful to end! Lovemaking like this automatically invited further variations.

We finally stopped moving and cooled down a bit. There was an unspoken bond between us that once we'd caught our breath we would attempt something even more outrageous.

"You know what I'm going to do to you?" my librarian lover cooed in my ear.

"Something vile and perverted, I hope," I shared my true feelings with her. "Exactly," she giggled, her hot breath punching inside my ear-hole and seeming to singe my brain.

"What?" I moaned expectantly.

"I'm going to eat your ass," she informed me. "Eat your ass the way only another woman can. I'll make it come just as hard as your pussy."

We disentangled and I rolled over on my stomach for her. She leaned down and pried open my ass-cheeks. I could feel the air hitting my abruptly exposed anus.

"Mmmm," she indicated her approval of my most private orifice, "it's a throbber. Have you ever had sex there before?"

"No," I admitted. "I always thought it was dirty."

"It is with a man," she said. "But with another woman it's ecstasy."

Then she stopped talking and lowered her face into my splayed crack. I could feel the raspy tip of her tongue gently scratching my tender anal petals. Immediately I experienced a sensation that was very much like what I'd felt from the beginning probe of my enema.

Then her fingers went to either side of the orifice, framing her tongue. I could feel the tightness yielding ever so slightly. The tip of her tongue slipped an inch or so within me and began squirming.

I let out a long throaty moan. Pleasure was starting to inundate me and the penetration had just commenced. I expected to be delirious with joy by the time my lesbian lover's oral insertion was total.

That glorious moment would not be long in arriving. The librarian's tongue was pushing in farther and farther, as she pried open my rectum with her fingers.

"Deeper... deeper," I begged. "It feels sooo good."

Soon my rectum was no longer tight at all. In fact, it no longer seemed to need any external stimulus to open for the engorgement it craved. Yes, another woman's touch had transformed my anus into a legitimate sex organ.

Then, incredibly, her teeth were gnashing against my tender flesh. Her tongue was hilted, probing to my colonic depths.

She began moving her oral prod back and forth for the first time. Now, in addition to penetration, I was getting friction. The raspy chafing drove me wild.

"Fuck me... fuck me," I whimpered. "Fuck me with your big, hard tongue."

She eagerly complied, of course, but she went even beyond honoring that fervent request. My first female lover thought of everything.

While she was tongue-fucking my ass, the librarian spread one of her hands across my cunt.

Then her other arm extended up my body so her fingers could slide under my chest and explore my throbbing tits.

Below, she found my clit and began flicking it. Above, one-of my nipples was seized and pinched until I knew it would be black and blue tomorrow. A combination of agony and ecstasy hit me that had the impact of a gulped double-shot of whiskey on an empty stomach.

"God, I'm coming!" I announced. "Oh, Jesus, how I'm coming!"

And not just in my ass as my lover had promised, but in three places at once. My anal tract was spasming, my cunt fluttering and my breasts glowing.

Sticky discharges emitted from all three sources. Colonic dew in the tongue-engorged canal of my rectum, juice in my pussy, and some latent mother's milk from my brutally teased nipple. Soon I was so gooey both inside and out I felt like an ice cream sundae.

Then, without warning, the three orgasms merged into a single Big O somewhere at the crux of my spiritual and physical being. I closed my eyes and saw the stars.

I don't know how long we went on like this. Such earthly concepts as time mean nothing when a woman has transcended the limitations of the real world such as I had. I hoped I would never land.

And I didn't for a long, long time. Even when my lover finished eating my ass I was still flying. Continuing to come from a storehouse of orgasmic energy, I switched places and began doing the same wonderful things to the gorgeous librarian as she had so wonderfully done to me. Needless to say, it wasn't long before we were flying in tandem.

We went on and on. Everything that is possible for two naked women to do to one another, we did. Cunts, assholes, mouths, tits-all of them were stimulated repeatedly. Long before we finally called it a day, there was a puddle of our various juices spread across the floor.

Our eventual goodbye was said not with words, but with one long, tonguing kiss. It looked like I would be spending a lot more time at the library.

CHAPTER FOUR

When I arrived home that afternoon I realized that I had done nothing in the house all day. The kids would be home from school in a short while and the place still looked like a dump. I was hopelessly behind schedule.

What was worse, I had absolutely no desire to get on the stick. After all the bliss I'd experienced so far today, my motivation to be a good little housewife was nil.

I was still trying to re-orient myself to the realities of my everyday existence when somebody walked in the kitchen door. In the laundry room at the time, looking forlornly at a heap of dirty clothes, I started to call across the house to inquire which of my children it was. However, my words were stilled in my throat when I heard a strange voice.

It was a boy's, but it didn't belong to my son, Billy. No, the timber of the voice was older than thirteen. This kid sounded more like a senior in high school--seventeen or eighteen.

Besides, the nature of his remarks tipped him off as an outsider. "Are you sure your mother isn't home?" he was saying.

"Positive," my daughter Betty answered. "Today's her ceramics class. It's the poor old turkey's only contact with the outside world."

God, I had completely forgotten about ceramics. Today was the first time I'd missed my class in months.

And my daughter, for all her snideness, was correct. It was my only contact with the outside world--that. is, up until today. I was suddenly struck by my depressing predictability, and couldn't hold Betty's sarcasm against her.

"Well, where are we going to do it?" the boy was asking my daughter.

"My room," Betty answered. "I never make the bed, so nobody'll notice if it's messed up a little more than usual."

I could hear their footsteps traveling down the hall. What in the world, I thought with alarm, are they planning to do in Betty's bed?

Let me say at this point that it had never occurred to me that my sixteen-year-old daughter was anything other than a virgin. As far as I was concerned she was still my little girl--and little girls do not have sex.

Of course I knew that Betty was boy-crazy. It had never entered my mind that her desires might take her beyond a little innocent hand-holding and perhaps a peck on the cheek from some pimply-faced beau.

But a girl's bed is not the appropriate environment for a little innocent hand-holding and smooching. I was forced to realize that when the opposite sex is involved, a sixteen-year-old is well aware of the optimum use of a bed.

I heard Betty and her boyfriend giggling just before the door to her bedroom opened and closed. Then there was ominous silence, and I tortured myself wondering what was going on inside there.

Finally I could withstand the suspense no longer and left the laundry room to gravitate toward the bedroom. In the hall my ears picked up some sound again. This time it was not just kids laughing, but bed-springs creaking.

Suddenly I saw them in my mind's-eye. Naked, rolling and twisting in the entanglement of the sheets, their youthfully impulsive minds only on one thing.

I had to push the door open a crack and either put my fears to rest or face the fact that my little girl had grown up. Whatever I actually witnessed couldn't be any worse than the action which I was imagining.

But jt certainly equaled it. After silently nudging the door a few inches from the jamb, I found myself confronted with the kind of scene that every mother of an adolescent daughter secretly dreads.

"Take some of the juice out of your cunt," the boy was saying to Betty, "and smear it on my cock. You're the stickiest chick I've ever made it with."

"And you've got the biggest prick of any boy I know," my daughter shockingly returned his compliment. Obviously, he was not her first bed-partner.

"I heard you fucked Toby Fields," the boy asked as my daughter dutifully greased his stiff prick with a glob of her sparkling pussy juice. "Is my hard-on really bigger than his?"

"You better believe it," Betty answered like the expert she apparently was on the subject. "Just because Toby's the captain of the football team doesn't mean he's first in everything."

This said, she ferried another handful of cream from her gaping snatch to the head of her lover's cock. By now his tool was dripping like a melting ice-cream cone.

"What did you two do?" the boy wanted to know about Betty and this Toby person.

"Just a straight fuck," my daughter replied without batting an eye. "Toby's got some real hang-ups when it comes to sex. He thinks the chick is just supposed to lie on her back with her legs spread and take whatever he wants to give her. He's just like my dad is with my mom."

I almost dropped to the floor from the shock of her remark. How could she have known this?

"I've snuck down the hall and watched my parents make what is laughingly called love," Betty seemed to be talking to me instead of her boyfriend. "It's no wonder there're so many divorces, the way most people think they're supposed to get it on."

"Yeah, I've spied on my parents fucking, too," the boy revealed. "It's sure not much. I think they'd both be better off beating their own meat."

"How do you want me to fuck you, Betty," the boy finally addressed himself to the business at hand.

"I think I'd like it in the ass today," my daughter calmly replied. "Your big, hard prick smashing up my tight butthole."

"Get over on all fours, then, like a dog," the boy said. "I'll play with your tits while I'm cornholing you."

"Groovy," Betty said, as she rolled over into the prescribed position. "But you have to promise to pinch my nipples. I like a lot of pain when I'm getting it from the rear."

Her perfectly sculpted ass was flush in my line of vision. Then the boy eagerly pried open the cheeks and I was looking straight at her bright red anus and gaping cunt.

It was a toss-up which hole was the more succulent. At sixteen my daughter was at the prime of her physical beauty, and the orifices between her legs showed it more than any other part of her splendid body.

With one hand the boy began massaging her pussy, and with the other he guided his huge dick toward her pouting asshole. Even before anal penetration had been achieved, she was moaning with a pleasure that definitely seemed orgasmic. She seemed more like a bitch in heat than a sixteen-year-old girl.

I winced and looked away when the crown of the boy's prick flattened against the rosette of Betty's rectum. When I looked again the first several inches of the boy's hard-on had disappeared. He had penetrated Betty's asshole not only with the head, but with several inches of shaft besides. And she was groaning with obvious glee.

"Stick it to me," she pleaded. "I need it all the way inside me."

He grunted and lurched. Lubricated with Betty's slick pussy juice, the boy's cock had no trouble pushing in as far as its owner wanted it to go.

Inch after inch of hard-on disappeared between the cheeks of my little girl's ass until all that was left in plain view were balls and pubic hair. Whether I accepted it or not, Betty was getting fucked in the ass to the hilt.

But that was not all. Now that he had pronged her to the ultimate in one hole, the boy was taking care of the engorgement of the one a notch away. His fingers were slipping within her cunt, soon vanishing to the third row of knuckles.

"Mmmmm, that's great," Betty declared when he had made a fist. "You told me you were going to play with my tits, but you didn't say anything about fist-fucking me."

"I wanted to surprise you," he said. "I didn't know if you'd go for it."

She raucously laughed. "That'll be the day!"

Now, as promised, the boy propelled his free hand along Betty's side and found her drooping breasts. One of the nipples was pinched and twisted as though the intention were to tear it from her body. Inflammation from the brutal action immediately reddened her tit, and it was clear from her raspy breathing that she reveled in the pain.

The preparations over, the two of them settled into a long, grinding fuck. For every deep jab of the boy's cock in my daughter's ass, his fist whammed to the depths of her cunt and his strong fingers wrenched her nipple. The bed was bouncing like a trampoline.

I was hypnotized. Not only had I never Witnessed such intense interplay between two people--sexual or otherwise--I had never dreamed it was possible. Everything else was a simple handshake compared to this.

The way they were going at it, it wouldn't be long before the boy shot his load into Betty's ass. I awaited that moment of truth with bated breath. All at once I knew what it meant to be a voyeur.

Betty was anticipating the jizz, too. And she was no shrinking violet about it. "Come in me, you bastard," she swore like a Marine instead of the clean-cut young girl I thought I'd raised. "Blast me, you son of a bitch!"

The boy panted with excitement. He liked being called foul names by someone he was fucking. Standards had certainly changed since I was in high school.

The movement of his thick dick in my daughter's asshole accelerated. He was pistoning his tool back and forth in long strokes now. I swore I could see sparks from the friction that must have been engendered.

Then his balls contracted in their sack. They seemed to be grinding together. When he pushed his cock into Betty's ass to the absolute hilt, I knew that it was longer than it had ever been before, as he teetered on the brink of a violent ejaculation.

His face turned red and air ballooned in his cheeks. Then, with a woosh he let it out. At the same time, his pelvis violently lurched and his nuts all but disappeared.

"Oh, Jesus, I can feel it!" Betty screamed. "Keep it up... keep coming as fast as you can!"

Her stomach began to expand from the liquid burden flowing into her intestines. The boy's cock had turned into a fire-hose, gushing its contents into my girl's colonic cavity.

Now he extracted his fist from her pussy with a deafening pop, and stopped twisting her nipple. All of his attention and energy was funneled into the erect tube between his legs. This was teenage love that put the adult variety I knew to shame.

After what seemed an eternity of constant spurting, the boy finally stopped pressing. Lolling backward, he slid his dick from Betty's ass and fell prone on his back. However, despite exhaustion, his cock was still standing upright.

Glancing over her shoulder, Betty saw this, and was determined to avail herself of his endurance. The way she wheeled around and attacked his cock, it was as though she hadn't fucked at all. Apparently a steeped cornholing to her was mere foreplay.

The boy's cock-head was still dribbling, so she lowered her mouth over it to catch the last of his cum. I could see her throat expand and contract as she gulped down the viscous remains. God, how that girl loved jizz.

Her boyfriend was tired, but he came to life with the impassioned sucking of his prick. He looked up at her bobbing head and smiled, pleased by her continued ardor.

"Think you can make me come again?" he asked mischievously.

"I don't see why not," Betty released his tool long enough to reply, and then resumed the blow-job.

He obviously liked the idea of so much concerted action. His formerly limp body coming to life, he powered his abruptly tensed pelvis into my daughter's face. All of a sudden she was eating every inch of his cock.

She loved it. My daughter made love like a whore whose work was her life. If Betty wanted to branch out from teenage boys, she could bank a mint servicing horny, well-heeled businessmen in the city. She began complementing the pelvic thrusts at her face with cunning counter-moves. When her partner lurched upward, she snapped her head forward and nuzzled his balls; then on his back-stroke, she jerked backward so only the head of his cock was between her hps. To and fro they went like this, until the oral friction had turned his prick crimson with rawness.

I wondered how long it would take him to come a second time. I knew about the sexual endurance of teenage boys, but it had been so long since I'd been on the receiving end of one myself that I couldn't remember.

This one was. Or at least with my daughter's mouth around his prick he was.

This time around there was nothing left to my imagination. His cock expanded that tell-tale extra inch. It was a thing of gruesome beauty as it swelled to the bursting point.

"Mmmmmm," Betty gurgled, and her cheeks expanded until they were seemingly transparent with tautness. The cum was flooding into her oral cavity, apparently with even more force than it had inundated her ass. The only question now was how much of the onrushing spunk she could swallow.

Releasing her boyfriend's prick, Betty went to work choking down every speck of his thick semen. When my daughter made love she went all the way in every area.

When Betty's face deflated back to its normal dimensions I expected the action to finally cease and for the kids to get dressed. That showed how much I knew about today's young people.

Incredibly, my daughter was now eager for the straight fuck in her cunt that she had earlier disdained as too unimaginative. Apparently the normal was bizarre enough for her when it came on the heels of sex acts that would have fully exhausted and degraded anyone else.

She rolled over on her back and spread her legs so far apart that I was certain her teenage lover could see her ovaries. Her pussy sucked more than invitingly. It was demanding to be fucked.

And her boyfriend, for all the spunk that he had spilled, was more than up to the insistence. I was convinced that if males remained teenagers all their lives, there would be no such thing as an unhappy woman. I'd like to hear somebody discuss that on a TV talk-show.

"Oh, man," the boy drooled, "I want it. I'll fuck your pussy like that wimp Toby Fields never did."

He crawled on his knees between Betty's grotesquely spread legs and centered his tireless hard-on with the hairy vertical leer of her snatch. The juxtaposition of adolescent cock and cunt was graphic testimony to the joys of youth.

The penetrations of Betty's ass and mouth had been sure and swift. Now, however, the two lovers took the slow route. Showing that there was more in their carnal arsenal than just impulsiveness, this time they fucked with real tenderness.

The cock of my daughter's lover slipped gently between her pliant labia, entering her cunt as though he were inspecting the center of a delicate flower. She responded not with the fury of before, but with passive sighing. I realized that I was about to witness a truly romantic fuck--the kind of lovemaking that had become completely foreign to me over my years of marriage with Betty's insensitive father.

"Ooooohhh," my daughter moaned. "Your prick feels so good. It's neat to take it slow on the last fuck."

The boy's dick moved almost imperceptibly, penetrating as leisurely this time as it had barged full steam ahead in Betty's ass and mouth. He was treating her cunt as though it were a precious commodity. His gentleness had become the most erotic part of their lovemaking. His insertion seemed to take forever, but nobody was ever bored--least of all me. My shock had worn off to the point where I was now a self-admittedly avid spectator. These kids were a revelation to me. The lessons I was learning from them would stay with me for a long while.

Instead of fucking faster and faster, they went slower and slower. From the moaning they were both doing, it was clear that they were enjoying this third union of female orifice and male prod even more than they had the energetic predecessors.

So was I.

In fact, the sight of it was so arousing that I could not help but drop my hand to my crotch, lifting my hem to my waist. Despite all the action I had had today, my pussy had set a new high in wetness.

My panties were ruined already from the corrosive discharge emanating from my slit, so I just tore them away. Slipping my fingers within me, I began a rhythmic action that matched the sensuous jogging of the boy's prick in my daughter's cunt. In fact, I must admit I imagined that by some miracle he was fucking both of us at the same time.

"Ooooh, do it to me... do it to me," Betty whimpered, and under my breath I did the same. Even though there was a whole room separating us--and indeed she wasn't even aware of my presence--I had never felt so close to my daughter.

The gently jogging penetration in both cunts went on and on until the orgasms on the bed and at the door were mind-boggling. There was no plural in the phenomenon as far as I was concerned. In my view, Betty and I seemed as one.

When the male ejaculation finally occurred, I swore I could feel it between my legs as much as Betty could. While I watched the excess male gruel trickle down her thighs, I imagined a similar overflow was inundating mine.

Even though the fucking had seemed to last an eternity, it ended all too soon for me. I was still craving more orgasm when Betty slipped her teenage lover's cock from her pussy and rolled out of bed.

"Where are you going?" the boy asked, his prick finally showing some signs of diminishment.

"Got to douche and change clothes," she said, "and you've got to go."

"How come?" he asked, my feeling precisely.

"Got a date tonight."

"With who?" Jealously turned his boyish blue eyes into a hard jade.

"Don't get your bowels in an uproar," Betty laughed coquettishly. "It's nothing serious. Joe Jarvis promised to take me to an orgy, and I want to see what one is like."

"Okay," the kid huffed, "just so long as you're not serious about him."

"Would I be willing to share him with a dozen other people if I was?" Betty laughed some more. "Now get your pants on and get out of here before my mother comes home from ceramics."

At this point the phone rang. Its insistent jangling, along with Betty's last reference to me, abruptly brought me back to reality. I'd better make a move now or I might be detected.

Before Betty could make up her mind whether to answer it or not, I ran to the phone. Then, just before I picked it up, I got the bright idea of going over and opening and slamming the front door as though I'd just walked into the house.

"Hello," I said, as I heard the footsteps of Betty's boyfriend scurrying down the hall toward the escape hatch of the kitchen.

"Peggy, is that you?" It was Ned.

"Yes, dear," I said loudly enough so Betty could hear me in the bedroom, "I just came in from ceramics."

"Well, listen," Ned said, "something's come up. Ah out-of-town client. I'm going to have to work late."

"Do you want me to save dinner for you?" I said, realizing that this was a question I had been asking more and more lately. Ned seemed to be making a habit of working late.

"No," was my husband's reply, "I'll grab something at a cafe. See you later." Then there was an abrupt click and he was gone.

As I hung up the phone I realized I had a full evening ahead of me to kill on my own. I was looking forward to the challenge.

CHAPTER FIVE

"Mother," Betty came into the room, "did you mend my blouse?"

"What?" I'd forgotten all about it.

"My blouse," she said with unconcealed irritation. "I told you it needed mending this morning. I have a heavy date with Joe Jarvis tonight."

Knowing what I now knew about that date, I was tempted to inquire what difference a girl's blouse could possibly make at an orgy, but I held my tongue. Instead, I apologized from habit. However, unlike my usual response in such situations, I did not offer to rectify my oversight.

There was a bristling pause. She apparently couldn't believe that I wasn't going to snatch the blouse from her hands and fix it right up.

"Well?" Betty finally bleated with raised eyebrows.

"Well, what?" I fired back at her.

"Aren't you going to get to work on this? Joe's picking me up in less than an hour."

"Why don't you do it yourself, Betty?" I scored a bushel of points for my self-esteem. "You're old enough to know what a needle and thread is for."

"MOTHER!" Betty screeched like an insane parrot.

"Yes, I'm your mother," I surprised myself with my verbal reflexes, "but I'm not your slave."

"Oh, you're impossible!" She broke down in tears and fled from the room.

In the past, the knowledge that I had made my little girl cry would have sent me scuttling after her to make things all right. This time, however, I felt kind of good about it. After all, if Betty was old enough to have affairs and go to orgies, she was old enough to assume responsibility for the rip in her own blouse.

In other words, even though I was the parent and Betty was the child, I felt like I had grown up.

While I was relaxing in the big easy chair that had previously been my husband's personal property and enjoying a straight slug of his scotch in another flourish of independence, Billy walked through the door. He was several hours late.

"Where have you been?" I asked, not with my usual anxiety, but with genuine curiosity as a result of all I had learned today about my life and those around me.

My son blushed, turning a shade of puce that would have looked great on my bedroom curtains. "It... it was a, uh, girl," he finally stammered. "Melinda Harris held me up."

"Oh, really," I calmly said. "What were you kids up to?"

Billy became even more flustered. "Scuse me," he turned away. "I'm kinda hungry. I think I'll go get something to eat to hold me until dinner."

He disappeared into the kitchen, and I chuckled to myself. My son was growing up.

And, speaking of my children, my daughter suddenly reappeared. She had abandoned the blouse and was wearing a tight sweater with no bra underneath. Her nipples were poking erectly through the taut fabric with almost as much provocativeness as if she had been nude from the waist up.

"Well, what do you think, Mother," Betty said acidly.

Obviously her intention was to arouse my ire. What she didn't know, though, was that I now saw her body in an entirely different light. I no longer harbored a physical impression of her as a little girl.

"I love it," I almost floored her. "That sweater is so tight it really shows you off to advantage. I'm sure the boys will be falling all over you tonight."

She looked at me as though I were an alien from outer space. This kind of reply was the last thing she had expected from her uptight mother.

"What boys?" she finally recovered" enough to speak. "Joe Jarvis is just one boy."

I enjoyed watching her squirm. I must have had her wondering if I had suddenly developed the knack of reading minds.

"Just a figure of speech," I let her off the hook after I had relished her discomfiture to my satisfaction.

She harrumphed and retreated in a huff back to her room. Apparently my little princess was not used to having her subjects stand up to her.

Ordinarily, I would have been frantically preparing dinner, making up for my day's neglect of my wifely duties. Instead I got myself another slug of straight scotch and decided to entertain myself with one of Ned's men's magazines.

I randomly selected one called "Tomcat." I knew what I was getting into before I opened it. A model was fingering her cunt beneath her translucent bikini panties on the cover.

The inner contents were dynamite. I'd never realized until now what my husband was reading.

Naked girls were on virtually every page, and in the most revealing positions. And where there was just text, the space was devoted to incredibly kinky letters from the readers. It occurred to me that there was a whole world out there that I was just beginning to discover.

Just as though I were a man, the centerfold was the item that most aroused my interest. It was a four panel job of a naked woman with her legs parted from the rear. Something white and glistening was dripping from her spread pussy.

"Cum!" I said under my breath. "This sure isn't cheesecake."

I found myself running my fingertips over the glossy paper between the representation of the model's thighs. The photograph actually felt wet.

And so did my own pussy. When I shifted in the chair I could hear a squish. I was as horny as if I had been deprived of sex for months, instead of having indulged in it all day.

I lost track of time as I looked at the magazine. After thoroughly memorizing the centerfold, I started reading some of the letters and got even hornier. Some of the things people were unashamedly doing with their bodies were unbelievable.

The blast of a horn interrupted my reverie. "Joe!" Betty cried from her bedroom, and came running out. "No time for dinner," she hurriedly said to me. "And don't wait up for me, either." And then the door slammed and she was gone.

Something made me get up and walk over to the window. I looked out the window just as Joe Jarvis gunned his car away in a hazy cloud of burned rubber. It was a red Stingray, a fact I filed away for future reference for some reason.

I went back to the chair and the magazine. I was practically drooling over a pictorial essay of a seduction, complete with the man's hard-on, when my son emerged from the kitchen with a monstrous three-decker sandwich constructed of half the contents of the refrigerator.

My usual course of action would have been to scold him for ruining his supper. However, since preparing dinner was the last thing on my mind tonight, I just smiled and told him it looked good. I didn't even nag at him about eating in the livingroom, and I didn't close my magazine.

"What are you reading, Mom?" Billy asked between gulps.

"One of your father's magazines," I made no attempt to conceal my reading matter.

"You mean one of those... those... "

"Yes, one of those," I chuckled. "Have you ever looked at one?"

His stammering accelerated to the point where he could not make himself understood. He was so flustered that I knew he regularly peeked at his dad's girlie magazines.

"Come here and look at it with me, there's really some very interesting material in here," I blithely invited him to join me. "We can sit on the couch together."

He was hesitant, so I got up and took him by the wrist. Sitting us down on the sofa so that our hips and thighs Were touching, I spread the magazine out in front of us. The centerfold was back in evidence. "What do you think of her, Billy?" I asked my son, placing my finger against her spread snatch.

"I... I... uh." It was no use. I had so shaken him that he couldn't complete a sentence.

"You know you think about such things, Billy," I tried to inject enough empathy in my tone, so he would feel he could respond with candor. "Otherwise, Melinda Harris wouldn't have been able to hold you up this afternoon."

He looked at me as though I'd just turned into a werewolf. This was not the kind of conversation a thirteen-year-old boy expected from his mother.

"Have you ever seen Melinda Harris without any clothes on?" I calmly asked him.

He couldn't speak, so he just shook his head. The poor boy looked like he'd just been poisoned.

"Well, have you ever seen any girl or woman naked?" I continued my interrogation.

It took him awhile to respond, but when he did he nodded his head in the affirmative. "Who?"

It was only a single word his lips were trying to form, but he was having as tough a time as if he were trying to recite the Gettysburg Address backwards.

"Y... y... you," he finally accomplished the feat.

"Really?" I was openly pleased. "Where? Coming from the bath... changing clothes?"

He nodded his head again. "All... all of them," he strung together his first sentence in some time.

I was even more pleased. "You mean you were spying on Mother, darling?" I asked, with not a trace of rancor.

"Y... yes."

"Did you like what you saw, Billy?"

"Y... yes."

"Would you like to see more, sweetheart?"

The crimson of acute embarrassment discolored his boyish face, temporarily obliterating his charming freckles.

"You would, wouldn't you?" I pressed the point.

When he still didn't reply, I dropped my hand in the lap of his tight jeans. His crotch was throbbing.

"You've got a hard-on, Billy," I stated the obvious fact. "That means you're excited about seeing Mommy naked."

I got up and removed my clothing, performing an impromtu strip show for my son. As my bare flesh came into view, his excitement became so intense that the burgeoning force of his cock started to force the zipper of his fly down.

"My, my," I purred, as I shook my free tits and tilted my pelvis before him, "it looks like I've hit your number. I've shown you what I've got, why don't you show me what you've got, son?"

His fingers lurched toward his half-open fly. The tab was seized and he jerked downward.

As calm as I'd been up until now, my eyes bulged and my mouth flew agape from the abrupt eruption between my son's legs. His cock came springing out in the open, as large and heavily veined as a grown man's. I hadn't realized how much maturing he had been doing.

"It's a beautiful prick, Billy," I told him, as I lightly stroked the magnificent tool with my fingertips. "Ill bet you have to beat your meat all the time to keep yourself satisfied."

"Y... yes, I j... jack off a lot," he was just barely able to say.

"Ever wonder what it would feel like to stick your big cock in a woman's tight cunt?" I asked while I was stretching his foreskin over his phallic crown.

"All... all the time," my son stammered. "Would you like to stick it inside Mommy?" I reached the bottom line. "Do you want to fuck me?"

I might as well have slugged him in the mouth. Billy reeled from my incestuous offer.

But I was not abashed. Too horny to turn back now, I was determined to go all the way with this. I wouldn't be satisfied until my legs were spread and my son's hard-on was vigorously pumping within my tight cunt.

Tired of waiting for Billy to respond, I took matters into my own hands.

Or should I say I took matters between my own legs...

I sat on his lap, facing him and hooking my legs over the back of the couch. Reaching down, I guided his cock into my pussy and wiggled onto it to the hilt. Abruptly the pulsating head was making strange things happen all the way up to my womb.

"Fuck me... fuck me___fuck me," I leaned forward and sensuously whispered in his ear. "I want to feel your cum inside me."

He gleeped nonsensically. Fortunately for my incestuous desires, his thrusting prick was doing more than enough talking for him. It was jack-hammering upward, as determined in its action, as Billy's brain was muddled.

"You fuck gooood," I rasped. "A lot better than your father."

" Then I slid my mouth across his and kissed him. Hardening into cock-like erectness, my tongue plunged down his throat. Below, I grabbed one of his wrists and smashed the palm of his hand against my tits.

"Pinch my nipples," I broke the kiss long enough to request. "Make them good and hard so that when you suck them you'll really taste something that'll remind you you aren't a baby anymore."

Billy's fingers reflexively obeyed my command. A sharp burst of pain shot through me as his thumb and forefinger abruptly enclosed one of my nipples until they were practically touching through the squeezed flesh.

"Now do the other one," I instructed.

His fingers automatically slid over to my other tit. He wrenched the nipple there even harder.

"I love it," I told him. "You've made both of Mommy's nipples very, very hard. Now put your head down and suck them the way you used to do when you were a baby."

To make certain he would comply, I placed my hand at the back of his head and shoved it forward, veering my push at an angle so his mouth would land square against the center of one of my breasts. Suddenly my son's lips were wetly enclosing my turgid nipple, and I loved it.

"Suck... suck!" I implored.

He did. It was just as though Billy were an infant again...

But an infant with a nine-inch hard-on. His dick was pulsing like crazy in my fuck-hole. Even though there hadn't been any friction-producing movement yet, I could tell that my boy was on the verge of shooting his wad.

I began rolling my hips___shaking my ass in order to jostle the cream to the surface. I was dying for some thirteen year old cum in the cunt.

"Come... come, darling! Come in Mommy's pussy!"

Billy's head flew up from my breasts, as his body snapped backward from some intense inner spasm. Between my legs, his cock expanded a revealing extra inch.

I could almost hear my son's balls slam together a split-second before his prick erupted inside me. Then there was perceived hissing as his phallic flow inundated the thirsty cavity of my loins.

The jizz went up as far inside me as it could go, and then started coursing back downward. Before long it was gushing from the sides of my cock-engorged snatch and spreading thickly along my thighs. Eventually, it dripped down into Billy's lap, joining us like glue.

Finally my boy's scalding offering stopped. However, he continued to fuck me as though he were just starting. His prick was vibrating within my cunt with even greater intensity than before he'd come.

.. Oh, I thought with shuddering gratitude, these teenage boys!

Billy's boundless energy seemed to turn me on as much as the fact of his cock filling my pussy. My spasming was so powerful that I had to grab hold of his shoulders to keep from jack-knifing in agonizing ecstacy.

Because Billy's dick was as hard as ever inside me, I knew we had just begun. And there was no end in sight, considering his youth. The possibility of being infinitely fucked by this junior super-stud was more than I could bear without feeling like I was flying apart in sensuous joy. I had no choice but to scream.

"Keep fucking me!" I cried. "Come in Mommy's cunt all over again!"

Although Billy said nothing, his thrusting loins and stabbing prick did the talking for him. His tool, if anything, was growing stronger by the second.

And then once again he was pouring his scalding goo into my pussy. I began shrieking as a means of expressing my joy. Fucking my son had turned me into an insatiable wild-woman.

But no matter how I reacted to his magic hard-on, my boy paid no overt attention. He was completely single-minded by now, concentrating entirely on the business at hand--fucking my guts out, and filling the depths of my being with bucket after bucket of fresh young semen.

After several seconds the spurting stopped again, but not the pumping of Billy's prick. His cock was as hard as ever, and even more active. I gasped as I realized he was trying for yet another ejaculation--a third explosion in my cunt.

I was on the verge of total exhaustion, my pussy starting to ache from the reaming it had taken. However, the limitations of my thirty-five year old body seemed meaningless as I found myself praying that my son could once again manage to come inside me.

By this time I was greedy enough to want variety as well as a third onslaught of cum. Tugging at Billy's shoulders, I yanked him from the couch, tipping his body forward and mine backward.

We toppled to the floor, but my son's stiff cock never left my cunt. Suddenly he was on top of me, gyrating his hips between my spread thighs. I was in the perfect position to wrap my legs around his waist, and immediately did so.

"How do you like it this way, son?" I asked, but Billy was still too enthralled by the act of love to speak. He acted as though my feverish contortions were to be accepted as a matter of course.

Oh, he was such a stud. At thirteen my little boy had more balls than his father had ever had on his best day. The reckless, tireless fury that only a young boy could possess was like the fountain of youth to my three-and-half decade old bones.

God, how wonderful it was to have a youngster on top of my nude body, ceaselessly pumping his swollen cock into my ever-clutching cunt. This was what I wanted out of life. I pitied all the poor women who were stuck wrtti just their tired, job-weary husbands as their only source of sexual gratification.

As though he could read my mind, Billy placed his surprisingly large hands under my ass and fiercely clutched them, accelerating his furious fucking movements. His cock went deeper and deeper within me until it seemed to engorge my belly, filling me with its tumescence.

"Oh, God," I moaned, as an orgasm shook me to the roots of my being, "you're going to kill me. You're going to fuck me to death!"

He came in me that exact moment. Incredibly, bis cum was as thick and rich and hot as it had been the first two times...

And there was even more of it!

"Criminy!" Billy blurted as he spurted, the boyishness of his first utterance in several minutes in charming contrast with the super masculinity of his so-very-adult cock.

His prick squirted one last time, and then he shuddered and proved he was human after all by collapsing on top of me. At last he ceased to move within my drenched fuck-hole.

My son lay motionless on top of me, his entire weight like an elongated anvil against my supine body. It had been fantastic having him come and come and come inside me, but now it was heavenly having this sweaty young boy pinning me down, crushing me with his weariness.

But the best part of it was that, despite this exhaustion, Billy's cock miraculously remained as hard as ever inside my cunt. I couldn't believe it, and was sure that it was just a matter of time before it would finally go soft.

"You're a wonderful fucker, Billy," I told my son, patting him affectionately on his hard ass.

"You're... awful good... too," he panted.

"Doesn't your cock ever go soft on you?" I asked, my curiosity getting the best of me.

"I... I don't know," he stammered.

"How about when you jack-off?"

"Well, that's one thing," he said. "But I've never, uh, had it in a woman's hole before. This... this is a whole new thing for me, Mom."

"Don't worry, you're doing just fine," I reassured him.

"Thanks," he said. "I think I could fuck you all night, Mom. You don't mind me talking dirty like this, do you?"

"No," I laughed. "As a matter of fact, I love it." To tell the truth, I'd like to hear you say that wonderful word again, Billy. Please say it again."

"Which word? Do you mean fuck? Is that what you want to hear, Mom?"

"Yes," I literally drooled, repeating it myself, long and slowly. "Fuuuuuuuuuuck."

And then while I was starting to writhe anew under his body, secretly hoping to get him to come a fourth time, he said, "Mom... could, uh, I ask you a favor."

"Would you let me... could I pull out of you and... well, could I eat your pussy."

He was so cute. And I was human. Given those two facts there was no way I could resist a request as innocently put as his. "Of course," I said eagerly, "I'd love nothing more. There's only one condition."

"What... what's that, Mom?" he gulped.

"You've got to let me suck your prick while you're eating my pussy. And Billy --"

"Yes?"

"You've got to come in my mouth. We won't .have really gone all the way until I've tasted your jizz. Do you think you're up to it?"

He didn't say anything. He just pulled his cock out of my cunt with a slurp and crawled backward on his hands and knees. In an instant he'd dropped flat on his stomach and buried his freckled face in my palpitating crotch. I closed my eyes and reveled in it as his stiff tongue began to caress the ultra-sensitive nooks and crannies of my pussy, orgasmic activity quickly welling within me with savage intensity.

"Swing around," I instructed. "Stick your cock in my mouth while you're eating me like we agreed. It's called a sixty-nine."

Obediently he twisted his body around. His mouth was like a suction-cup as he turned, driving me wild. Now he was on his hands and knees again, his legs straddling my upper body while I looked up and got ready for his long, stiff, hot, throbbing cock.

His hard-on loomed sweetly above me in magnificently unflagging erection. Oh, how I wanted to taste it and have him come in my mouth.

But before I got my way, I wanted everything to be perfect. I wanted every experience behind me before I tasted the final one, the treasure of his precious teenage fluid.

"Stick your tongue in my pussy," I said from beneath him.

I quivered with ecstasy as he did so. His tongue seemed almost as long and thick as his prick.

"Now pump me with it," I ordered. "Move it in and out like it was your cock. Fuck Mommy with it. Tongue-fuck me."

He instantly did so. He wielded his oral prod as effectively as he did the one between his legs. My body writhed with orgasmic delight.

Now I turned my attention to his asshole, which was directly above me. It was a flawless rosebud of puckering perfection. Grasping his waist with both hands, I pulled my face up close to it. With my heart pounding so fast I couldn't distinguish one beat from another, I raspily licked his sweet young anus repeatedly.

"Jesus God!" Billy cried into the maw of my snatch, his tongue automatically thrusting into me another fantastic inch.

Now I moved on from his asshole to his balls, pulling his hairless loins down toward me so I could hungrily lap their throbbing roundness. First one, and then the other was in my mouth, as I sucked them just enough to drive my boy crazy. And the crazier I drove him, the more his tongue surged up my pussy, orally fucking me beyond belief.

At last it was time for his cock, standing marvelously out from his crotch. "Give it to me, Billy!" I cried, releasing his balls. "Fuck Mommy in the mouth! Drown me with your sweet, sweet cum!"

He lifted his body slightly, pushing his prick backward just enough so I could catch the tip of it with my nibbling lips. Once I had it, there was no way for him to wriggle free, even if he had been dumb enough to want to. I ravenously gobbled him inch by inch. Finally he was lying down flat on my face and straddling my head as I sucked him to the hilt.

Meanwhile he continued to tongue-fuck my cunt. The combination of the dual insertions was mind-boggling. For the first time in my life a member of the male sex had moved me to the ultimate and, incredibly, this miracle-worker was my own thirteen-year-old flesh and blood. I couldn't help but wonder if incest was the secret answer to the age-old riddle of female sexuality.

This was all so sweet and wild and wonderful. I could have gone on like this for a week, experiencing Big O after Big O from my son.

As it turned out, all my endurance wasn't necessary. About three minutes of sixty-nining was all my randy teenage son could take before he started to come for the fourth time. Billy went off in my mouth like a geyser, choking me with his scalding semen.

I swallowed as quickly as I could, but my throat was not wide enough to accommodate the entirety of the seemingly infinite flow. The sloppy goo burst from the corners of my mouth and out of my nostrils. My face suddenly felt like it was melting.

As my son repeatedly refilled my mouth with spurt after spurt of boyish cum, down below he extended his tongue all the way into my uterus. With his teeth grinding against my clit, I was experiencing an orgasm that could not be surpassed.

I became dizzy, my senses finally caving in from the ceaseless intensity of it all.

CHAPTER SIX

When I regained consciousness, the first thing I heard was gunfire. Two volleys of it were being traded back and forth. At first I thought I'd awakened in the middle of the Viet Nam war.

Then I saw Billy. He didn't seemed concerned by the apparent violence at all. In fact he was sitting in a chair with a big smile on his face.

The source of the tumult, of course, was television. I had been out long enough for my son's favorite program to come on, "Police State." Like most kids nowadays, Billy couldn't get enough of shooting and killing when it came to entertainment.

"Oh, wow!" he gasped excitedly. "That shotgun cut that rookie cop in half."

I looked at the screen. A fallen actor's fake blood was leaking in living color at the bottom of the picture. Then the camera shifted to a close-up of his assailant's face, and the man maniacally laughed as he squeezed off an insurance blast into the guts of his hapless victim. Billy whooped from the brutal action as though someone had just told an hysterically funny joke.

It was too much for me. Lifting myself from the floor, I tottered over and switched off the set. Billy expressed his displeasure, but as a responsible parent I could not allow him to watch this vicious junk.

Realizing that a teenage boy's taste for violence is only surpassed by his appetite for food, I short-circuited my son's dismay by offering to take him out to eat. Even polluting his system with junk-food was preferable to the horrors of "Police State."

"Come on," I said, "I'll boy you all the hamburgers and french-fries you can eat." His innate gluttony would not permit him to refuse, so I got dressed and we left the house to drive to a fast-food place. Billy's selection was a local teenage hang-out known as The Big Hunk.

The place was teeming with kids, blatantly flirting with each other and feeding their pimples with the restaurant's greasy fare. Sitting in my car amidst them while Billy went to place his order for several Hunkburgers, a double order of fries, and a chocolate Coke, I felt about a hundred years old. The parking lot of The Big Hunk was a world totally apart from the one in which adults lived.

There was a couple making out in the car next to mine, and since they apparently didn't care who watched them, I found myself monitoring then-action. The girl's blouse was unbuttoned, and the fact that her breasts were showing for all to see didn't seem to bother her or her date in the slightest.

After awhile, I looked to the car at my other side to see if the behavior of its occupants was comparable. It was. There was a screech of a zipper and then the girl's head was down. She was apparently giving her date a blow-job right in the parking lot.

Finally I looked straight ahead, wondering what had become of Billy. I spotted him standing in line in the interior of the restaurant. This was not all I saw.

Suddenly, cutting across my field of vision, a red car appeared. A Stingray. I would have known it anywhere. Sitting in the front seat, along with its greasy driver, was my own daughter.

Apparently the orgy hadn't started yet, and Betty and her date had decided to check out the scene at The Big Hunk before the real action began.

Then the red Stingray disappeared around the side of the building. Since there was no screech of rubber, I expected Betty and Joe Jarvis weren't going anywhere just yet and would continue to cruise the parking lot.

When Billy returned with a boxful of food all he was interested in was eating. But I was waiting for the red Stingray to reappear. When it did, I turned on my motor.

"What'd you start the car for?" Billy asked between gulps of Hunkburger.

I didn't answer, so intent was I on charting the progress of the Stingray. When its rear tires bit into the pavement and the vehicle lurched forward toward the access to the highway, I gunned my accelerator and took out after them. Billy thought I'd gone nuts.

I'd never done anything like this before, but I tailed my daughter and her date like an expert. Even when Joe Jarvis pushed his machine past eighty I clung to their tail. The combination of the speed and my sense of accomplishment was exhilarating.

Before long we were out in the country, whizzing along an unlit road. Wherever Betty and Joe Jarvis were headed had been apparently selected for its isolation. I imagined that nobody wanted any interruption while they were in the midst of an orgy.

When they turned off on a dirt road I laid back, assuming my pursuit might be detected. I was counting on the probability that there wasn't anything up such a desolate cut-off besides where they were going, and that I could find their destination on my own.

Billy was starting to ask a lot of questions, but I handled them by just refusing to answer. He'd find out soon enough that there was to be more to this evening than merely Hunkburgers.

Now I felt it safe to start up the dirt road. The dust from the Stingray was still in the air, and I just followed the particles as they danced in the beams of my headlights.

It was a cabin. The summer cabin, I supposed, of some teenager's unsuspecting parents. Cars were parked all around it, with the red Stingray right in the middle.

Needless to say, the ever-present rock 'n' roll of teenage culture filled the air. A party was going on inside the cabin that was practically shaking the building. I estimated that I was the only adult within miles.

"Wow, Mom," Billy gasped with awe when he'd checked out the scene, "are these friends of yours?"

I shushed him and told him to just follow me without any conversation. "You'll see for yourself what's going on when we get up to the house," I assured him. "Just leave everything to Mommy."

He was intrigued enough to cooperate. After all, it's not every day that a boy's mother personally escorts him to a noisy teenage party.

We walked carefully toward the cabin, but it was a needless precaution because we could have fallen all over ourselves and nobody inside would have heard us. The place was rocking, and its inhabitants had sealed themselves off from the outside world. As far as they were concerned the rest of the world was on another planet.

Then we were on the porch. The din from inside was deafening by now. Billy was excited because he thought there was a lot of rocking and rolling going on inside. I was excited because I knew it went a lot further.

"Are we going in, Mom?" Billy anxiously asked.

"Let's, uh, check things out a little bit, hon," I held him back. "I want to make sure we've got the, uh, right place."

There was a curtain on the window, but it was torn at the lower left hand corner. If I knelt down I could see into the cabin through the rip.

"Whaddaya see, Mom?" Billy asked excitedly.

I couldn't form the" words to answer. Even though I had been anticipating the bizarre, what I actually witnessed shocked me into speechlessness.

The room was cram-packed with writhing teenage flesh. The bodies of naked boys and girls were everywhere. They were fucking and sucking in a complex chain, the links formed by sexual organs and orifices.

"What are they doing, Mom," Billy wanted to know at my side, "dancing?"

I still was not able to form a coherent answer. This was the most amazing thing I'd ever seen.

Then I was shocked even more... I had picked out my daughter in the mass of bare-assed humanity!

Betty was jay-bird naked and right at the center of things. She was welded into the chain by two links--an enormous cock pumping in her face, and another, even bigger one plowing up her asshole. For good measure, a pretty girl was eating her pussy.

"Let's go in, Mom," Billy tugged at my sleeve and whined. "That music sounds hot."

But I could not move at the moment. I was frozen on my knees, my gaze riveted on the incredible action.

I don't believe I'm speaking on the basis of a mother's prejudice when I say that my daughter was the star of the show. I thought Betty's performance had been remarkable this afternoon, but this was really something else. Given the stimulus of several lovers instead of merely one, she was an erotic whirling dervish. There didn't seem to be enough cock in the world for my little girl.

"Well, you can stay out here if you want," Billy huffed with disgust, "but I'm going in."

Before I could recover my wits enough to get up and stop him, Billy yanked open the door and ducked inside. The next thing I knew his sister was breaking loose of the daisy-chain and incredulously exclaiming, "Jesus Christ, it's my little brother!... Billy, what are you doing here?"

"Mom brought me," he informed her. "Wow, this is some party."

There was a concerned buzz among the naked revelers with the mention of a parent. An intrusion from the adult world was the last thing these kids had expected or wanted.

"Where's Mother now?" Betty bitingly asked her brother.

"Out at the window watching," Billy revealed. "Want me to go get her?"

"No, well do it," Betty replied after thinking things over for a moment. "We'll teach her a lesson shell never forget for spying on us. Come on, kids!"

I had been watching all of this as though it were a movie. By the time I realized that I was in danger of being ripped to pieces by a pack of angry teenagers, it was too late to run. Before I reached the top step the mob was upon me and I was overwhelmed by a tidal wave of naked flesh. A multitude of cocks, pussies and tits enclosed me.

I was hauled back into the cabin and thrown on the floor. Now the mob started to withdraw into a circle around me, behaving like a hungry group of cannibals regarding their potential supper. When I looked down, I saw that my clothing had been torn off me in the bustle and I was as naked as .everybody else.

"So this is your Mom, huh?" one of the boys asked Betty. "She's not a bad looking piece of ass."

"What should we do with her?" somebody else asked.

"I know what I'd like to do to her," a third boy said. The way he was stroking his stiff dick, there was no doubt what he had in mind.

"Do you really want to fuck my mother, Jerry?" Betty said to this last boy.

"Why not?" he leered. "The bitch didn't follow you here for nothin'. Let's make her put up or shut up.

The others looked at Betty with anticipation. They wanted action, but were waiting for her to give the word. "It's up to you," one of the crowd expressed the consensus. "She's your mom."

"Oh, she's gonna get fucked real good," my daughter unhesitatingly sealed my fate. "But I've got somebody in mind for the job a lot better than Jerry."

"Who?" several kids asked at once.

Betty paused, obviously savoring the card she had up her sleeve. When she finally spoke she turned and addressed me directly.

"You know who's gonna fuck you in front of all these people, Mother?" she acidly asked.

I stared at her wide-eyed and mute, as though I were facing death.

"Billy!" she spat her younger brother's name. "You're gonna be fucked by your own son, Mother, in front of all these kids."

Billy was abruptly scared, but there was nowhere for him to go. A trio of giggling girls had seized him upon Betty's cue and were peeling off his clothing.

"Look at his cock," one of them tittered when he was stripped. "It's all shriveled up like it had dried up in the sun."

It was true. Billy's prick was as diminished as it had been long and hard when he'd fucked me so many times earlier this evening. Only from looking at his crotch it was hard to believe he was the same boy.

However, I understood. I couldn't blame him for his lack of response. He was so self-conscious in front of all these people that his dick just wasn't working for him. I was sure he meant no disloyalty, to me by responding to my naked body with a zero between his legs.

"What's the matter, little brother," Betty cruelly taunted, "doesn't Mom turn you on?"

I wondered how she'd react if she knew the truth about Billy and me.

"Come on, son," I quietly said, the very softness of my voice paradoxically cutting through the din in the room like a knife. "Show your sister she isn't the only one who has a secret life."

That shut Betty up. Then an expression of absolute incredulity contorted her face when I reached forward toward Billy's cock and balls and began caressing them with my fingertips.

My son's balls abruptly filled his scrotum and began to throb. Then his shaft got some strength in it and started to rise from its state of flaccid response.

"Show Betty how hard you can get it, Billy," I penetrated his apprehension. "Make her wish she'd stayed home tonight."

This said, I squeezed his hairless nuts. His prick automatically lurched. Maybe it wasn't 100% stiff yet, but it was getting there.

By now the confused Betty was as much the object of her peers' attention as Billy's groin. She had put a lot of prestige on the line with her daring gambit of putting her mother and brother on display like a couple of freaks, and with things not going her way everyone was naturally curious what her reaction would be.

And, of course, I had an added advantage. Having raised Betty from the first minute of her life, I knew her inside and out. My unique maternal knowledge told me that she was a great front-runner, but easily flustered when things didn't go as she'd anticipated.

I would take advantage of this. Parents accumulate their special understanding of their children not only to give them guidance, but also to repel challenges.

"Look how hard I can make your little brother's dick, Betty," I taunted her. "It wasn't me that turned him off, it was you."

Billy was responding just as I wanted him to. His dick was stiffening by the second. His balls had turned from pink to blue.

"Embarrassing, isn't it, Betty?" I continued my blitz of humiliation. "You thought you were going to put me down in front of your friends, and now they're beginning to wonder whether you're a fool."

The buzzing, which had gone into hiatus when Billy's cock and balls started to come to life, resumed. American teenagers probably question their leaders more than any group in our society. "I can make your brother's prick as big as I want it," I continued. "Believe me, dear, I know how."

There was a collective gasp from the crowd as my son's tool sprang out to full length. It was hard to accept that it was the same shriveled up cock they had been looking at only moments before.

"Wait'll you see his cream," I poured it on. "Billy can come so hard the jizz runs down your legs."

Then I pulled away from those holding me and dropped to the floor. In a second I was flat on my back, spreading my legs so my kneecaps brushed my ear-lobes. My nostrils flared from the abrupt reek of my randy pussy.

I was pleased when I saw that the tongues of several of the spectators passed hungrily over their lips at the sight of my wide-open cunt... Boys and girls.

"Fuck me, Billy!" I pulled out all stops and implored my panting son. "Do it to me like you did before!"

He fell between my legs like he'd been pushed. Before the eyes of the sex-hungry crowd and his alarmed sister, he guided the head of his cock to my parted pussy lips like an expert.

"Stick it in," I directed him. "Let me feel your hard meat in my cunt."

His pelvis surged forward on cue. Suddenly inch after inch of teenage steel was pushing up my cunt. When I had him hilted, I wrapped my legs around his waist and began wiggling my ass.

This was real screwing, and everyone knew it. The impersonality of their orgy was emphasized in the face of such impassioned one-on-one fucking.

"Show Betty!" I cried to my son. "Show her what we were doing by ourselves when she was out with her friends and thought she was being so damn smart."

Billy grunted like an animal, powering his loins even harder than before. The head of his prick was filling my womb, causing an instantaneous orgasm.

"I'm coming... coming!" I unabashedly announced for all to hear, but especially Betty. "Oooooh, it feeels sooooo goooood!"

All eyes were fastened to the maximized junction of cock and pussy. All, that is, except Betty's, who was looking the other way toward a wall. The poor girl was blushing.

I would have said something cruel, but I didn't have to. One of Betty's friends took care of that for me.

"Betty's jealous," a girl with big tits observed.

With good reason. My son's cock was completely within my hairy cunt and pumping away like a piston. His ass was a blur as it ceaselessly moved up and down.

"Fuck me... fuck me... fuck me!" I moaned excitedly. "Fuck me harder... harder!"

Billy slid his hands under my ass and lifted me up. This changed the slant of his prick just enough so that it shot all the way to the rear of my womb. The orgasm I had been experiencing grew until I was sweating and writhing. My son was fucking me even better than he had on his first try a few hours before.

Betty couldn't get over it. However, the crowd soon tired of monitoring her chagrin and ignored her. Now all their attention was centered on the no-holds-barred incestuous action in their midst. My daughter had become just another party-pooper to her friends.

The boys were starting to stroke their cocks in their arousal. The horny girls were fingering their tits and cunts.

Soon all the dicks in the room were hard. Pussy juice was running down the girls' legs. They couldn't passively watch for long without doing something.

Before long they were all just waiting for the word. My word that they could join in.

"Somebody stick their cock in my mouth," I finally ended the suspense.

A boy with an absolutely tremendous dong was the fastest afoot. Suddenly he was there, kneeling down in back with his thighs straddling my head and his huge dick in my face. There was already an anticipatory pearl of cum at the tip.

I opened my mouth so far that I could feel the strain on my jaw. My tongue snaked out and swiped the premature jism and I smeared it all over my gaping lips.

Then I orally seized the throbbing cock-head. It was throbbing and sweet.

My lips immediately began to nibble their way down the blue-veined shaft. The prick's owner was now moaning with glee. From his gasping reaction it was clear that nobody had copped his joint with such expertise during the teenage orgy that had ensued before our arrival.

He became even more excited when I took hold of his balls and began working up the cum within them. I could almost hear the jizz squish from his pulsing scrotum.

A girl was the. next to come forward. She was a knockout, with her big tits and mossy pussy. She had enough hair on her cunt for two grown women, let alone a nubile young teenager. Creamy juice was dribbling down her firm tawny thighs. I hoped she would sit on one of my tits...

Bless her heart, she did.

Billy arched his back so she could swing her lowering haunches over me, and then, mmmmm, her hairy dripping cunt descended onto one of my breasts. The nipple was stiff and went right inside her. Her vaginal muscles immediately clenched, seizing the diminutive nubbin of flesh as though it were as substantial as one of the hard-ons reaming my mouth and pussy.

Her plan was to literally fuck my erect nipple, and now she went about accomplishing this incredible deed. She wiggled her ass on my chest as though there were several inches of hard meat within her.

As she humped my nipple, her excess pussy juice poured down the sloping sides of my tit Her flow was so hot and thick I thought it might curdle at any moment.

But, as exciting as this was, three teenagers socking it to me was just the beginning. There was still a roomful of horny kids.

A boy dropped to the side of my body on which my free tit was located. His idea was to begin rubbing the head of his cock back and forth across the nipple, catching my miniature spike over and over again in the notch of his flange. The friction was wonderfully maddening.

Then it was Billy's turn to catch up on some of the auxiliary action. His mouth was free, so naturally it occurred to a cute little girl to come over and shove her steaming box in it. I could hear the fervid slurping as he began to suck her cunt.

Now it was my turn again. A boy with a stiletto for a prick had been eyeing my ass all along. At last he made his move, working his way behind Billy and then through his legs. His cock had to be exceptionally long to bring off this maneuver, and fortunately it was.

Because of the radical positioning, there was no way the new addition could hilt my asshole, but penetration of at least five inches was more than satisfactory. When he began pumping I could feel the shit gurgling in my bowels.

The remaining teenagers became more impatient by the moment. All of our available erogenous parts were being rapidly used up and nobody wanted to be left out. Finally, in a scene that must have resembled the Oklahoma Land Rush, they all charged at once for whatever was left.

All of a sudden we were a tangle of sweating naked bodies. Tits and pussies and cocks were everywhere, fighting for position. Two huge pricks slid into either of my armpits, another began poking into the shallow orifice of my navel. Billy's fingers were sucked into a couple of creamy slits.

Those who couldn't utilize their genitals on my son and me started getting off on their teenage peers. The holes of those servicing Billy and me were soon filled, and then some of those people had their holes engorged in kind.

In fact, the only person present who wasn't getting any was Betty. My daughter was still sulking, drawing further away from the sucking, fucking action the rest of us were enjoying. Then, incredibly, she even began putting on her clothes.

I couldn't have stopped her had I wanted to. Buried under a ton of naked teenage flesh I was forced to let my daughter be. Right now my role as her mother would have to be abdicated in favor of my uncontrollable capacity as a horny creature of lust. I could do nothing else in the world right now but come, come, come.

Orgasm was knifing through my writhing body from all directions. The cocks and pussies and tits were creating a field of climactic energy that held me utterly in its collective thrall.

When she was dressed, Betty stomped out of the cabin. As the door slammed, every cock in the room exploded.

Yes, fantastically, the boys were all coming at once. All of a sudden their hot jizz was everyplace. I was swimming in it.

And the girls were creaming, too. Molten pussy juice ran like a network of creeks merging into a single river.

Within seconds I was stickier than a hot-fudge sundae.

The room was rocking from our collective orgasmic endeavor and spinning as a result of my reeling senses. This was heaven.

My attention reverted to my troubled daughter when my coming ceased. And that wouldn't be for awhile. I was flying at full strength long after the last drop of jizz had been spilled.

CHAPTER SEVEN

By the time I came out of it, my multitude of lovers were sprawled on the floor in utter exhaustion. At thirty-five I had outlasted every teenager in the bunch.

Picking myself up from the floor, my thoughts turned to Betty. She had not returned to the cabin and for the first time I was starting to worry about her. After all, those woods out there would be easy to get lost in at night if she was prone to wander.

Nude, I went outside and called for her. No answer.

I looked in all the cars, but there was no sign of her. Then, by sheer luck, I noticed some footprints in the moist clay at the edge of a grove of trees. Their owner, whom I assumed to be Betty, had apparently walked into the forbidding forest.

I plunged into the overgrowth. The next time I looked up the moon was no longer in sight, the sky obliterated by the tops of the trees.

"Betty... Betty," I called repeatedly, but there was no answer. How far could she have gone? Or was she nearby and just not answering out of spite?

Feeling uncontrollably drawn by the unknown, I walked further into the dark forest. Even though I couldn't stop moving forward, I was scared. Were there bears, or something else wild out here?

I was convinced there were when I heard the rustling. Even though it was only a few feet in front of me I couldn't see a thing, and expected the worst.

"Betty... Betty," I called again, only this time my words were weak. I didn't think the noise was being made by a human being.

Then, when I could see something, my feeling of dread increased. A pair of eyes were glowing in the dark.

I didn't bother to utter my daughter's name anymore.

I turned to run, but I didn't know where to go. My feet were paralyzed. I was scared out of my mind, but I couldn't move.

Then, when I faced the glowing eyes again I saw that they had gotten bigger. Whatever they belonged to was moving closer. I expected to see teeth next.

I could finally move, but it was only to awkwardly back up. It did me more harm than good. The next thing I knew my back was against a tree and I felt like I was pinned there, as the menacing eyes advanced toward me.

I couldn't go backward and certainly couldn't go forward.

Then I heard something. Breathing.

I fainted. I just wasn't equipped to cope with this crisis any other way. With all the stress of the evening catching up with me, my lights went out and I dropped to the ground tike a sack of potatoes.

I think it was the raspy wetness that woke me up. It felt like something was crawling up my thighs. When I bolted back into reality I was certain there was snake on my leg...

"Oh, God!" I shrieked. "What is it?"

What did I expect? A serpent's hiss?

Or an animal's growl? Maybe this wet thing traversing my inner thigh was no snake but a beast's tongue, as it tasted me in preparation for its dinner.

I dug my fingernails into the ground and tried to move backward. As I did so, the alien stimulus more than compensated for my movement by working its way to the perimeter of my crotch. All of a sudden I remembered that I was nude and that my cunt was exposed.

Could this really be happening, or was it my imagination? The wetness had reached my pussy!

I'd been afraid to look, but now I was so desperate that I had no choice. There were the eyes, glowing just above my groin. Just below them I could feel the wetness entering my body. Whatever it was was eating my cunt!

Then I felt the teeth for the first time. They grazed my labia, leading me to believe they would instantaneously chomp down and devour my sex.

But they didn't. Instead they continued to make only the gentlest contact. Rather than tearing my snatch to pieces, they were teasing it.

And the object that I now realized was a tongue had stiffened and was penetrating my wide-open slit all the way to my cervix. I could feel the hard tip noodling against that ultra-sensitive nodule. A prisoner of reflex, my pussy automatically began creaming from the stimulation.

It was so dark in the forest that I could see nothing but those mysterious eyes, even though my attacker was only inches from my face. If I wanted a clue as to the nature of the beast assaulting me, I'd have to rely on my sense of touch.

Screwing up every ounce of my remaining courage, I reached forward toward the head of whatever was between my legs. I don't know exactly what I expected, but I can assure you that it was nothing like what I actually encountered.

The instant my fingers entwined themselves in the tendrils of a nest of surprisingly soft hair, laughter is what I heard. A peal of laughter that sounded downright girlish.

What was happening was suddenly clear. The animal which I had encountered in the forest was a human being!

"Betty!" I cried the name of the only person it could be. "Is that you... you eating my c... cunt?"

The reply was more laughter, this time extremely familiar, and then a deep tongue-thrust to the depths of my snatch. Then hands flew forward and grasped my bare tits. Abruptly they were being squeezed, and the nipples being rubbed and. pinched.

I stopped struggling. What was happening was no longer fearsome. On the contrary, it felt good. The next time I opened my mouth it was to moan.

"You like it don't you, Mother?" the unmistakable voice of my daughter filled my ears. "You'll take sex any way you can get it, won't you?"

"Yes... yes," I gasped. "Keep sucking my cunt and playing with my tits. You make me feel like nobody's ever touched my body until now."

What an admission this was to make. After all, only a short time before I had been the focal point of a full-blown orgy. What must my daughter think of me?

"You're nothing but a whore, Mother," she answered my unspoken question. "Your cunt even tastes like a whore's cunt."

"Just keep eating it," I impulsively begged, "and I'll make it sweet for you."

Then, to make good on my promise, I urged my most succulent fluid from the depths of my pussy. If I could give Betty diabetes from sucking my cunt, I wanted to do it.

I knew I was getting someplace when she stopped talking, her words replaced by slurping. A flood of my cream had poured from the inner walls of my slit and was apparently pouring into her mouth.

My confidence started to build. If Betty was really so disgusted with me, why was she sucking my cunt so hard? And why did her fingers continue to play pinching games with my nipples, making them more and more erect?

"Love me, darling, love me!" I urged her on. "Make me forget all about the others!"

Betty had begun licking and feeling me in an attempt to put me in my place after I had embarrassed her in front of her friends at the orgy.

Now, her attitude had changed into unmistakable ardor. For the first time since she had become a teenager we were hitting it off. My hands clutched the clothing she had hastily thrown on before fleeing the cabin and began to rip it away. The forest calm was punctuated by the sound of tearing fabric.

As I undressed her, Betty swung the lower portion of her body around in an arc. I could feel her tongue revolving in my tight fuck-hole, as her torso twisted around until it hovered over my head like a canopy. I could see her pink flesh.

Her jeans were already open so her pubic bush showed. I worked them down her legs and then felt her kicking them off. She was completely naked now, and her cunt was just inches from my mouth. I could see it and smell it, and now I would not stop until I tasted it.

It was to be a sixty-nine. Each of us sucking the Other's cunt. Betty kneeling on top; me on the bottom. Sucking and eating. Eating and sucking.

Oh, what a sweet, sweet pussy my daughter had. It was flooding my mouth with its intoxicating juice. I quickly realized that there is nothing on the face of the earth as succulent as a teenage cunt.

I wasn't content to just penetrate her. I felt compelled to explore every square inch. Every crevice. Every fold and petal and wrinkle...

And of course her clit. That gristly nubbin of tactile flesh that is the female's magic button.

Every time I pushed it with my tongue a new wave of juice emitted. Before long I had swallowed what seemed to be a pint of it. My stomach was bloated with the liquid essence of my teenage daughter's rampant sexuality.

And her tits! My fingers couldn't get enough of them, roaming all over their throbbing expanse. Since Betty was still a girl they weren't as big as mine, but what they lacked in size they more than made up for in firmness. And her impossibly erect nipples were like arrowheads.

Everything I did to Betty, she did to me. She seemed to love my cunt and breasts as much as I loved hers. Our bodies were obviously made for each other. We had bridged the generation gap at last out here in the desolate wild of forest.

Now we began to roll over. I found myself on top for the first time, and used the opportunity to cram my rigid tongue into my daughter's tight cunt to the hilt, literally fucking her with my oral hard-on. God, how I loved this! At the moment it made all my other sexual experiences pale in comparison.

But if I thought we reached the peak, I'd woefully underestimated my little girl. When she was back on top again, she withdrew her face from my crotch and announced that she wanted to fuck me with something besides her tongue.

"What'll we use?" I eagerly asked, trusting completely in my daughter's teenage wisdom.

"Just our cunts," she suggested the same lesbian maneuver the librarian and I had so successfully employed earlier in the day. "I'm tired of cocks. I had enough of them at that damn orgy."

"I know what you mean," I empathized. "There can be something so gross about a big ugly prick. Nothing is as soft and beautiful as a woman's pussy."

"I'm glad you feel that way, Mother," Betty leered in the dark, "because I'm going to fuck the hell out of yours with mine. Our cunts may be soft and beautiful like you say, but I promise you well both be sore for a week after we're through with each other."

"Is that a threat or a promise?" I giggled like one of my daughter's schoolgirl friends.

"Both," she grinned, as she crawled all the way on top of me. First I felt her tits squashing mine, then her furry twat sliding into the well of my thighs. Then she kised me--a long, slow, deep french-kiss with several inches of tongue probing down my spasming throat.

While she maintained the kiss, Betty began gently rolling her ass. This caused the lips of her pussy to chafe deliriously across my snatch. Her rotating action stimulated both my clit and my labia, getting all of my box at once.

I was coming already. It was a whole new orgasm, separate from the sixty-nining and twice as powerful, even though we had just started to fuck.

When we broke the kiss for air, I begged Betty, "Fuck me harder... harder!" I couldn't get enough of her cunt grinding against mine.

"Wrap your legs around me, Mother," she directed. "Fuck me back just like I was some hairy man on top of you... like I was Daddy."

"Unnnnhh," I snorted contemptuously at the mention of her woefully inadequate father. "That turkey never fucked me this good on his best day."

"Even when I was conceived?" Betty asked with a combination of adolescent conceit and curiosity. I guess every child likes to believe tb,ey came into the world under extra-special circumstances.

I had to tell her the truth, no matter how much it might momentarily hurt her. "There's no doubt your father was better in bed fifteen or sixteen years ago than he is now," I said, "but the night we made you wasn't one of his finest moments."

"Explain," she stood up to the disappointment rather well.

"The bastard was drunk," I was as honest as possible. My rationale was that if I spared her nothing about her father she could not help but love me all the more. "He'd been out with the boys at some kind of stag smoker. When he came home he was so loaded and horny that he just threw me on the bed and brutally fucked me. If we hadn't been married I could have had him prosecuted for rape."

"Didn't you feel anything special," she per- sisted, "when his cum hit the egg and I was made?"

"I'll tell you when I felt something special," I laid it on the line. "When I came to in this forest and you were sucking my cunt. The past is past, but the present is now. Let's stop talking about your father and get down to business."

She thought about it for a moment, and then I helped ease her mind by pitching my pelvis upward. Even though I was on my back, my cunt was doing the grinding.

"Oooooh!" she gasped from an obvious and sudden orgasm, and I knew I had taken her over the hump.

"Fuck me... fuck me... fuck me," I chanted, and she began moving her ass again.

Now both pussies were in full swing. There was no place for any further conversation about a man. The world was lesbian, and we were'the two foremost practitioners of the art of all-female love.

Dropping her head to my chest, Betty began nibbling my tits. She had a way of gnashing her teeth around my nipples that drove me wild.

I was coming like a dynamo. It wasn't just one orgasm now that was wracking my body, but a series of them. The climaxes were unending, arriving with machine-gun frequency.

"Unnnnhhh... uuunnnhhh... uuuuunnnhhh," I signaled the arrival of a trio of orgasms. "Fuck me with your cunt! Eat my tits!"

She literally bit into one of my breasts. I could feel the flood abruptly seeping in a circle around ane of my nipples. If I had known at fifteen what my daughter knew, my whole life might have turned out differently.

Then it was my turn to chew on some tit. The firm, sweet teenage variety. Yes, Betty sacrificed her oral pleasure so that I might have a taste of the jewels adorning her chest.

Now I was doing the chomping. A nipple was in my mouth, and my teeth were enclosing its perimeter. When Betty screamed in joyful pain I knew I was doing something right.

I transferred my bite to the other tit. The second nipple was even harder than the first. While I gnashed it, its tip thrust itself into the roof of my mouth like a nail.

Down below, our cunts were practically shooting off sparks as a result of their intense friction. There was no penetration but what was happening on the outside more than made up for what was foregone on the inside.

I wrapped my legs around my daughter and turned her over in my grip. Abruptly I was on top, driving my pelvis vigorously downward. After so many wasted years as an orthodox wife and mother, it felt great to be in charge for once when it came to the battle of the loins.

No man, especially my husband, could use his cock to fuck me with as much sensitivity as my daughter was doing with her miraculous cunt.

How long could Betty and I go on like this? Technically forever. Women can come and come and come without tiring. In fact, when two females are really getting it on, each climax is more intense than its predecessor.

There is no- end to the invention in lesbian lovemaking. Each new sensual spasm just triggers the desire for more. To prove this point, my daughter slid her hand between our crotches and poked her finger at the crack of my ass. She began noodling my anus and then penetrated to the last knuckle. A whole new fount of pleasure was added to the fray.

Like a mirror-image, I quickly did the same to her. Her asshole was tight, but gooey. Some day, I promised myself, I'd have to give my little girl the passionate enema she so richly deserved. Harder and harder we made love. Now we were rolling all over the ground like two wrestlers locked in mortal combat.

We paid no attention to the smoke and fire which eventually swirled around us than we had to the incessant ringing chimes and bursting bombs of orgasm. Everything, no matter how sensually outrageous, seemed completely natural.

However, this time we miscalculated. The smoke and fire were real. The woods were ablaze!

"Fire! Fire!" somebody was screaming in the distance. The sound of stampeding feet followed, reaching our ears all the way from the cabin.

Motors began revving, as Betty's friends fled for their lives.

"Billy!" I abruptly jerked up and shrieked. "I wonder if he got away?"

I got up and tried to run for the clearing. A wall of flame greeted me. The woods were going up like somebody had poured gasoline all over them.

Betty caught up with me and placed her hands on my shoulders, trying to steady me. "Don't worry, Mother," she somehow found the calmness to say. "If he's in that cabin, we'll save him."

I suddenly spotted a break in the ring of fire that was rapidly enveloping us. It wouldn't be there long, so we had to make our move without hesitation.

I grasped Betty by the wrist and pulled her along behind me as I engineered the dash to safety. Running through that fire was like dashing through a corridor in hell, but somehow we made it.

However, there was no cause for celebration. The cabin was bursting with flames. And I was sure that Billy was still trapped inside.

I made a move for the inferno, but Betty stopped me. "It's hopeless, Mother. If you go in there you'll never get out alive. I was wrong--if Billy's in there, there's no way we can save him."

This I could not accept. I knew that I would never be able to live with myself if I brought my son to an orgy, only to have him lose his life because of my careless selfishness. If I hadn't been so busy playing dyke-bait with his sister, I'd have been able to get him out of the fire in time.

Breaking free of Betty's grasp, I suicidally dashed toward the burning cabin. My own safety was the last thing on my mind. If I couldn't save my son, I didn't want to come out of this alive, anyway.

CHAPTER EIGHT

Who knows what would have been my fate if I'd actually gone into that fiery cabin. Stumbling and tripping just before I got to the porch probably saved my life.

"Ooooooh," the object blocking my path moaned in pain, as I somersaulted onto my ass. I looked back and straight into the agonized face of my son.

"Billy, you're alive!" I exclaimed.

"I... I tried to get into one of the cars with the others," he gasped, "but they... they trampled me. They were like animals."

"Don't worry," I reassured him. "Mommy and big sister are here. We'll take care of you."

I dragged him away from the burning building and got him to where Betty was standing. Then the sirens went off.

"The Forest Service," Betty identified the source of the wail. "If they find us here they'll blame us for starting the fire. We've got to get out of here."

"How?" I desperately queried. "We don't have a car, we're naked, and I don't think Billy is strong enough to run."

"We'll have to make do," Betty got tough. "We'll never be able to explain what we were doing here like this."

Reluctantly I agreed. It was clear that none of us had any business here.

We struggled for what must have been an hour, trying to outdistance both the fire and the Forest Service. Then, just when we were ready to collapse from exhaustion, we literally ran into the side of a mountain. There was no way around it.

"What do we do?" I shrugged with frustration.

Betty didn't look at me. She was coolly eyeing the terrain.

"Do you see something?" I anxiously asked.

"A cave," she said.

"Where?"

"It's over to the left. We could get in there and be safe."

If she was right, it was a miracle. Under the extreme circumstances, the relative comfort and safety of a cave was a more appealing prospect than a suite at the Waldorf Astoria.

There it was--a yawning gap in the side of the mountain. We immediately moved toward it, pulling Billy in our wake.

The interior of the cave was dark and cold but, God, were we grateful for its existence.

When we had caught our breath, Betty and I turned our attention to Billy. "Are you burned anywhere, dear?" I asked.

"Yes," he whimpered. "On my legs. That's why I had trouble running to the cars."

"Show us," his sister said.

He opened his legs. The insides of his thighs were blistered practically up to his crotch.

I reached down to touch the afflicted area and Billy jumped with the anticipation of pain even before I actually made contact with my fingertips. The poor kid was in excruciating agony.

"We've got to do something," I turned to Betty. "He needs help."

"There's no doctor for miles," she pointed out, "and we couldn't get to one now even if we knew where one was. We'll have to take care of him ourselves."

"But how?" I implored.

"Soothe the pain," she replied. "Get down close so you can watch me."

She dropped to her knees, bending over the lower half of her brother's sprawled naked body. Then, as though she were an animal licking the wounds of her mate, she began to run her tongue along the insides of Billy's thighs.

"Oooooh," he moaned, but this time it was relief instead of pain.

I quickly saw the wisdom of Betty's action., Kneeling down myself, I let her have Billy's right thigh while I began licking bis left one.

Billy's legs twitched as we orally medicated him. Then he groaned. "Higher... higher. It still hurts around my crotch."

Betty and I responded at once. The next thing we knew our noses were touching his balls, as we vigorously licked the tops of his thighs. It must have felt good because bis cock immediately stiffened.

"Look," Betty noticed it, "his prick is getting hard. The little sex maniac practically burned to a crisp and he's still horny."

When I glanced up I saw that she was telling the truth. Billy's dick was not only elongating from our oral ministrations, it was throbbing.

"I don't believe it," I gasped. "He's getting a boner."

"My cock's on fire," Billy interrupted. "I must have gotten burned there, too. Please lick it."

By closely inspecting his blue-veined tool I could see that he was mistaken. I tried to tell him this, but he kept insisting that his sister and I put our tongues to the swollen organ anyway.

"What'll we do?" I finally turned to Betty for advice.

"Suck it," she replied without batting an eyelash.

She lifted her mouth from her brother's thigh and centered the open hps over the crown of his prick. Then, dropping her face, she swallowed the knotty head and began slurping.

"Mmmmm," Billy responded in relief. Obviously, Betty had discovered the antidote for his pain.

Since Billy's cock was already being serviced, I took aim on his balls. First one, and then the other was sucked into my mouth. Within a moment they were churning at the entrance of my esophagus.

Needless to say, Billy was beginning to forget about his burns. The only heat of which he was now aware was the turgid inflammation of his twitching cock. And his more than obvious desire to fuck Betty.

It would not be so easy for him, though. Betty and he were still brother and sister, and there was that old sibling rivalry to be taken into consideration. She was not going to just plop on him like a two-dollar whore.

"How bad do you want it, Billy?" Betty began to taunt. "I'll fuck you, but you've got to beg for it."

He thought about the face he would have to lose for a moment, and then decided it was worth it. "Please, please, Sis," he obediently pleaded. "I'm hurting."

"Dry the dishes every night for a month?" she struck a whimsical bargain.

"It's a deal," he readily agreed. "Now sit on my dick!"

Billy would have gladly sold his soul at this point to be able to slip his stiff dick inside his sister's tight pussy. He'd probably harbored a secret lust for her beautifully firm body ever since he'd first achieved his virility.

So the sparring was over and it was time to get down to brass tacks. Brother and sister were going to fuck. As their mother I was thrilled. I'd watch them for awhile, and then join the fun by sitting on Billy's face and french-kissing Betty and playing with her lovely tits.

Right now, though, I was a voyeur. Witnessing my naked daughter straddle her brother's loins by spreading her haunches and lowering her dripping teenage snatch to his pulsing teenage hard-on. Some parents seem to lose contact with their kids when they become adolescents, but I was just getting to know all about my children.

Betty crawled on top of Billy, hoisting her crotch so that her cunt was hovering over his standing cock. Her sex was so wet that the juice dripped down and splattered his cock-head.

As my daughter lowered herself with teasing slowness, I took hold of my son's prick and kept it in place so penetration could be achieved on the initial descent. The organ twitched in my hand like a dangerous instrument--some kind of elongated time-bomb, perhaps.

Then the crown was brushing against Betty's pussy hps. Her arousal was demonstrated by a fresh wave of goo that discharged from her slit, the female cream running down the sides of her brother's shaft.

I pushed the cock-head into the center of the labia. The pink folds parted like the petals of a blooming flower. At the top, the smallest bud--Betty's clit-- poked into the open, pulsating with excitement.

"Sit on him," I urged my daughter. "Sit on your brother's nine-inch cock. Get it inside your tight, sweet pussy and fuck him good, long and hard."

Now Betty saw that in taking her time she was teasing both Billy and me. This was the kind of thing to which her personality electrically responded. The kind of attention she most craved was the sort where others were cast in the roles of her subordinates. There was no denying that she had a mean streak.

So while Billy and I were drooling for a fuck, Betty calmly gave us everything just short of one. Rather than show her brother's hard-on the tunnel of her pussy, she played with his cock-head with her dangling labia.

Billy was gnashing his teeth in frustration, and I was fidgeting like I had to pee and there was no bathroom in sight. "Fuck him!" I finally screamed. "Fuck your brother!"

Betty smiled with mock sweetness, looking like some sort of lewd teenage Mona Lisa. She was enjoying this.

At last I could take no more. I grabbed her by the shoulders and pushed her down as though I were stuffing trash into a barrel.

She had no choice. With a loud squish, her brother's cock abruptly entered her slit. By the time I bent down and looked, there was only about an inch of Billy's hard-on still showing.

I parted the cheeks of her ass and exposed her asshole. Even in the darkness of the cave its redness was electric. It was a perfect target for the miniature arrow that my index finger became.

The arrow shot forward as if propelled by a crossbow. However, instead of striking its target with a murderous thunk, the impact was an erotic squish, I didn't stop driving the weapon until the barb of my fingernail was ripping into the mouth of my little girl's suddenly spasming colon.

"Arrrggghhh!" Betty screeched with a mixture of surprise, pain and uncontrollable" pleasure. At first she jumped upward, but, when I abruptly withdrew my finger, she collapsed like a deflated balloon.

When I looked again, Billy's prick was gone. The whole thing was inside-his sister's pussy. Now the only thing left for my children to do was fuck.

I watched them with the avidness of a fan of some more orthodox sport. Those in the box-seats at Yankee Stadium don't follow the movements of the batter, pitcher and fielders with any more intensity than I monitored the fucking action of my daughter and son in that dark cave.

With nine inches of steel cock jammed up her pussy Betty began to abandon her taunting and teasing. Her female reflexes had taken over and she could not help wiggling her ass. As for Billy, his upward pelvic thrusts were bone crunching. Their loins were socking together in deafening thuds.

After several moments of watching, I was too horny for mere spectator-ship. I had to participate.

The plan had included me sitting on my son's face. Now I did it. And I didn't tease with my cunt, as Betty had.

Oh, no, I just plopped it down, abruptly spreading its dewy hps all over the pursing hps of Billy's mouth.

"Your tongue, Billy, your tongue," I urged. "Stick it in Mommy's cunt all the way. Let me feel your teeth against my pussy hps."

I could hear him sucking up a deep breath, and then he got to work. His tongue hardened into an object resembling a railroad spike and drove home. I shuddered with orgasmic glee as his oral prod lanced all the way to the puckering nodule of my womb, and his teeth began to grind against the delicate outer petals of my pussy.

My cunt properly serviced, I turned my attention to my daughter. Betty was moaning from the cock in her pussy, so her mouth was open and a perfect target for my tongue. Leaning forward, I embraced her and shot several inches of oral hardness down her throat in a fantastic french-kiss.

While we were still kissing, I went to work on her tits. My fingers immediately found the nipples and pinched them. They were already hard, but by the time I had completed my first assault they were like bullets.

There was no more conversation now, just fucking, sucking and feeling. All of a sudden all pretense was gone. None of us had anything further to prove to the others except how adequately we could make love.

The action got hotter and hotter. Our rasping breath was warming the cave better than a roaring fire.

Below Betty and me, Billy was bumping and buckling like someone doing the backstroke on dry land. I could feel the tremors of his pistoning dick as I kissed and caressed his sister's thoroughly fucked body. It was apparent that he was getting ready to shoot his wad.

Breaking the kiss with my daughter, I encouraged my son to do what came naturally. "Come in her, Billy!" I cried. "Come in your sister's cunt!"

Then I let go of Betty's tits and reached down to seize her brother's balls. The pressure in his scrotum was so intense that Billy had to. scream. Since his mouth was covered by my hairy muff, the sound was emitted as a damp gurgle, and was felt by me, more than heard.

But when Betty screamed, there was no encumbrance. Her cry rattled through the cave, echoing like a gunshot. I instantaneously knew that she had just been on the receiving end of the first molten jet of her brother's jizz.

When she didn't stop screaming, it became clear that Billy was coming in super-human fashion. It must have felt as though she had sat in a pot of boning oil.

The excess started pouring from Betty's cunt even before her brother had stopped spurting. In the darkness of the cave, the escaping semen seemed to have a phosphorescent quality. It spread down Betty's thighs.

I got off Billy's face and began lapping up the overflowing cum. Miraculously, it was even sweeter than it had been the first time I'd tasted it. This boy must have maple syrup packed in his loins, I thought, I wonder what his sperm would taste like on pancakes.

Finally the ejaculation diminished. However, from the pooch in Betty's tummy, I knew Billy's dick was still standing straight up. He was ready to keep right on fucking.

And I was going to help him.

I didn't even bother to tell Betty of the little wrinkle I had in mind. It would feel even better to her if it happened unexpectedly...

The thrill of ass-fucking is always enhanced by the element of surprise.

Grasping it by the root, I yanked Billy's cock from his sister's pussy. They were both still wondering what was going on as I raised its head a notch and started angling it for her cherry-bright anus.

Her rectal orifice was so narrow, and the head of his prick was so large. When I matched them up, it was apparent it was going to be a struggle to achieve penetration. A struggle I relished, indeed.

Lubrication was required, and what better source than my mouth. I immediately dropped my lips over my son's cock-tip, inundating his tool with all the saliva I could muster. Added to the residual cum that already slicked his organ, it created a frothy emulsion that could not help but guarantee the deepest of anal insertions.

I removed my mouth. Grasping my son's hard dick like a weapon, I plunged it into his sister's tightest and most intimate hole.

Betty shrieked from pain, and then whimpered with gladness. Billy snorted like an enraged beast who was closing in on its helpless prey.

With my assistance, inch after phallic inch was swallowed by her girlish ass-hole. It was an even more thrilling sight than the previous enclosure of cock by pussy.

It was like a magnet to me. My mouth was irresistibly drawn to the junction of cock and asshole. While my children buggered I could not refrain from orally getting in on the action.

Which was sweeter, Billy's cock and balls or Betty's anus? I'd just have to keep licking both to find out, and hoping that I would never be able to decide.

While I had my fun, the kids were moaning and groaning from their incestuous act. Even though the night was cold and they were nude, sweat was dripping from their lithe young bodies. Betty must have felt like she had a red-hot poker jammed up her ass, and Billy must have been having an experience similar to plunging his dick into a barbecue pit.

Billy's cock was moving like a piston-rod. He couldn't take it for long without his balls blissfully turning inside-out.

I had his nuts in my mouth at the instant they could take no more. All of a sudden they contracted into his body, slamming against the root of his cock in order to release their precious load. Betty jumped as her brother's tool expanded an extra inch in her ass, and then Billy came.

Lord, how he came. I was so close to the action that I could hear the sperm hissing as it escaped in a wondrous torrent. Right now it must have been filling Betty's bowels, backing up in her lower intestine like the contents of the world's hottest, stickiest enema.

Best of all, though, my mouth was still crucially positioned when the overflow occurred. The excess came flooding out right into my waiting hps. It was a divine brew. I swallowed every drop of the intoxicating mixture I could manage.

I never wanted it to be over, but enough had happened this evening that the kids were exhausted at last. All of a sudden they were no longer randy teenagers at the peak of their sexual powers, but tired children. At first I was disappointed that the three of us couldn't fuck and suck some more, but this feeling quickly gave way to a return of my more orthodox maternal instincts. Seeing them so weary, I was possessed by the need to make them comfortable--tuck them in, as it were. It was only a cave, but I would do my best to bid them nighty-night before I turned in myself.

All in all, a mother couldn't ask for a more perfect evening with her children.

CHAPTER NINE

I was the first one to awaken. The cave was facing toward the east, and the first beam of the rising sun caught me right in the eye. It must have been about six-thirty.

I got up and ventured from the cave. In the light I found a trail and followed the way we had come. Eventually I reached a bluff where I could look down and see what had become of the site of last night's orgy.

The cabin had simply ceased to exist. The fire was out and everybody was gone.

I returned to the cave, woke the kids, and told them the news. "We can go home now," I said.

The only problem was that my car had been incinerated in the fire, and of course Betty's date had long since fled the scene. It looked like we would have to hitchhike after we'd found the main road.

"But we're nude," Betty accurately pointed out. "Who would pick us up?"

I stood there and thought about it for a moment. Then a smile drifted across my face. The incidents of the previous twenty-four hours had provided me with a whole new slant to my thinking.

"You asked me who'd pick us up on the road if we hitchhiked in the nude," I leered. "Well, if we do it right, the question is: Who wouldn't?"

We both laughed together, but Billy still didn't understand. "We're stranded out here in this damn cave," he snorted with disgust, "and you two cunts are carrying on like it's the greatest moment of your lives. I don't get it."

"Just follow us," I told him, "and you will."

Pretty soon the three of us were standing by the side of the highway. "There won't be many cars at this time of the morning," I pointed out to Betty, "so well have to put everything into our first try. If we miss the first car, the next one might not be along for an hour."

We waited for about ten minutes for our first customer. During that time Billy muttered under his breath about the lunacy of what we were apparently doing, and chattered his teeth from the early morning chill.

Then there was a buzz. When I put my bare toes on the asphalt I could feel it vibrating. "Somebody's coming!" I said excitedly. "I think they're just around the bend."

"Yes, here it comes," Betty said after a few seconds. "It looks like somebody pulling a trailer. Vacationers. Do you think they're right for our plan, Mother? After all, most tourists tend to be a trifle square."

"Well have to take that chance," I replied. "Poor Billy's turning blue out here in the cold without any clothes on."

"Whatever you say, Mother," Betty respected my judgment. "I guess all they can do is pass us by if the plan doesn't work."

"Okay, good girl," I patted her back. "Now let's get into position."

"What'll I do?" Billy asked in bewilderment.

"Just get back in the bushes," I snapped. "You'll only be in the way now. We'll haul you out once we've got the ride."

Reacting numbly, Billy shuffled out of view. All he could do, under the circumstances, was just shut up and hope for the best.

The car on the highway was getting closer. Betty and I had to act now or we would miss our chance. What we were about to do was most unorthodox, but I was confident that it would work. That's how high my self-esteem had risen in the extraordinary crucible of the past day and night. All this remarkable action in which I'd participated had transformed me into a new woman, indeed.

And Betty? Well, my little girl was a tiger. I was so proud of her as she joined me out in the center of the highway.

"Here they come," I said, "it's now or never."

With our eyes on each other, we both dropped our hands to the triangles of our snatches and seized the lips. Tilting our pelvises upward and parting our legs, we brazenly flashed the succulent slits of our pussies to the oncoming motorist.

"Holy shit!" we heard Billy exclaim from the bushes in the split-second before the driver of the car noticed us. "Those crazy shits are planning to fuck our way to town. Jesus Christ, what a family!"

Betty and I chuckled at his incredulous remark as we spread our pussies. He was right--in the past twenty-four hours we had turned into quite a remarkable family. Too bad Ned had been left behind in the dust.

All of a sudden, brakes screeched and a horn blared. The car was close enough by now so that Betty and I could catch the expression of an extremely confused driver. He was a middle-aged man and his blood pressure had just risen to the bursting point, as he twisted the wheel to avoid flattening us. And the woman beside him, apparently his wife, wasn't doing much better either.

The vehicle finally came to rest by the side of the road, the smoke of burnt rubber steaming up in the air. The passengers were as white as a couple of ghosts.

Betty and I ran over to them, making sure our tits bounced. When I leaned over and tapped against the driver's window, I pressed my cherry-red nipples against the glass. My daughter quickly did the same thing on the other side. The couple inside seemed aghast. And small wonder--their license-plate said Nebraska. .

"Want some fun?" I pantomimed the words through the glass. "My daughter and I are horny and need a ride to town. And we've got a teenage boy with a nine-inch cock in the bushes for your wife."

There was a long pause, while the couple looked at each other. Then, to our amazement, they both laughed. When they were through with their jollity, both windows came down immediately.

"Get on in and call your boy," the man said. "We've been looking for hitchhikers all along the Interstate we could pick up for a little prime action like this."

"Far out!" Betty gushed. "Pardon me saying so, but you two don't exactly look like the type for this."

"How does the Swingers' Convention in Los Angeles sound to you?" the woman said. "Because that's where George and I are headed."

When I looked down the man called George already had his fly unzipped and bis cock out. It was a big one and fully hard. When he stroked it, the heavy blue veins throbbed like overloaded electrical wires.

Then I looked over at the woman, at whom Betty had been staring intently all along. She had rolled her dress up her thighs until her crotch was in plain view. She wasn't wearing any panties, and the triangle of pussy hair was glistening with the dew of female arousal.

What a find these two were! It was as though they had been sent to us to solve our dilemma. As though our bizarre plan to fuck our way to town was meant to succeed.

While Betty was getting inside the car, and accepting the woman's invitation to sit on her lap, I beckoned for Billy. He must have realized what was going on, for when he emerged from the bushes he had an enormous hard-on waving like a flagpole in front of him.

Within seconds all five of us were in the car with the windows up and the heater on, and sailing down the road. Billy was in the back, Betty and I in front-she perched on the woman's lap and sharing a deep french-kiss while they felt each other up, and me in the middle, stroking George's magnificent cock. I began to blow him.

His wife indicated her consent as well as she could with Betty's tongue down her throat. Those two were really making out--so much, in fact, it looked like Billy was going to be figuratively left out in the cold, even if he had been rescued from the side of the road.

And he didn't like it one bit. His cock wasn't hard for no reason. Normal and healthy teenage boy that he was, he wanted up in the front seat where all the action was.

George, bless him, took care of matters. Apparently having taken stock of Billy's frustration in the rear-view mirror, he pulled the car off the road into the first rest stop and said, "These places are generally deserted at this time of day. We can all get into the trailer and nobody will bother us."

"What did you have in mind, Georgie?" I released his tasty cock and coquettishly asked.

"I've been pining for a group-grope ever since we left Omaha," he cheerfully informed me. "I don't think I can wait until Los Angeles. If you three don't go along with it, I'm afraid Ruth and I will just have to rape you."

The interior of their trailer was a surprise. Their little home on wheels consisted almost entirely of a great big bed.

"The best water-bed money can buy," George proudly stated as he removed his clothing and revealed a well-conditioned body for a man his age.

"And it's heated," Ruth trilled, stripping, too, and exposing a dynamite figure. Her tits were round and full, her waist as slender as a girl's, and her pussy a lush patch of dripping floss.

There was a huge mirror on the ceiling, strategically placed right over the bed. The environment had been cunningly arranged so you could watch yourself fuck.

The five of us dove onto the bed like we were plunging into a pool. It was my first experience with a water-bed, and I was a confirmed believer already.

Ruth demonstrated the wild positions into which one can contort oneself on such a bed, finally settling into a spread-eagled display that subordinated the rest of her body to her luscious cunt. Her slit was gaping.

"Two cocks aren't enough for me this morning," she announced. tCVm so horny I need two."

Her husband and my son leapt to the task. Wedging between Ruth's splayed legs, they shared the well of her thighs and began stuffing their stiff pricks into her cavernous cunt.

I had my doubts as to whether Ruth's bizarre objective could be realized. After all, even a woman's cunt is only so big no matter how expansive we sometimes feel when we're having sex. However, I quickly learned that where there's a will, there's a way.

As I've said, Billy's cock was at least nine inches when erect. George Fox's was probably a couple of inches longer. But they had no difficulty with their dual penetration. Before our astonished eyes, both pricks plunged inside without any resistance. The hole between Mrs. Fox's legs was now stretched widely enough to accommodate a boxing glove.

She loved it, of course. She started moaning, rasping out encouragements that became dirtier and dirtier to her two lovers. It was quite a shock, I'll tell you, seeing such an obviously middle-class lady gasping about getting fucked harder and harder.

After Betty and I got used to the idea that Ruth was dead-set on fucking Billy and George at once, we had to figure out how we might join the action. After all, our pussies were just as hot as Ruth's.

After a wordless consultation with our eyes, Betty and I separated to assume our roles in the impromptu orgy. I sat on Ruth Fox's face, and my daughter dropped to her knees behind the men and began to do some oral work on their jiggling nuts.

While I ground my cunt into Ruth's appreciative mouth, I could hear my daughter sucking balls. As Mrs. Fox's tongue stiffened and rammed into my cunt. The men responded to Betty's efforts by accelerating their plunging motions. The trailer was rocking on its axles.

The friction in Ruth's box must have been incredible. Not only were her pussy walls squeezing inward from the perimeter, the cocks within were rubbing one another. And with Betty mouthing one set of nuts and then another, dual ejaculation had to be imminent.

"Come, you bastards!" Ruth screamed like a gutter tart. "Come in my cunt, you great big studs!"

They did. Overflow was immediate with two pricks spurting, and my little girl was the lucky recipient of the roiling excess.

Needless to say, when the boys were finished coming, Betty and I were eager for some of the main action. It was time for us to enjoy some cock, and for Ruth to be a good sport and settle for leftovers.

I took George. Betty took her brother. The difference was that I was on all fours spreading my haunches like a bitch in heat, and my daughter was in the standard spread-legged position.

Our two studs still had pricks harder than steel. George was keeping up with his teenage confederate every inch of the way. After crawling off of Ruth they began fucking us like their ejaculations of a moment before hadn't happened.

Ruth worked her way around in front of Betty and me. The way in which she positioned herself, lying on her side, I had a perfect oral shot at her fabulous tits and my daughter could eat her succulent pussy.

The trailer started to rock all over again. I glanced up at the mirror above us. God, what a sight! I could see the hilted dicks, pumping to and fro in Betty and me. It was beautiful. It's even better when you're watching as well as fucking.

And Ruth's tits were beautiful, too. So, so mellow, but nipples like spikes. Even if she had had no cunt, her breasts alone would have made her worth making love to. But she did have a cunt, as Betty was joyously finding out. I could hear the licking and sucking, and see my daughter's raspy tongue having a field day with the exterior and interior of the succulent gash.

Then I could feel the growth within me. George's cock was apparently preparing to let loose again. When Betty cried out, I knew she was enjoying the same experience from her brother.

They were going to come again. My pussy began to palpitate in anticipation, spasming around the prick inside it in a thirsty effort to turn my lover's nuts inside-out. I expected Betty was similarly utilizing her most precious muscles. The cum ripped into my fuck-hole like a liquid cannonball. I'm telling you, old George could really put it out. All of a sudden my vaginal canal was stickily swamped from the rear of my womb to my cunt-hps.

I peeked up into the mirror. There was a perfect view of my daughter's cock-engorged crotch, and the same thing was happening to her. Her brother had deposited a load of spunk in her twat that could not be held. The excess was streaming down her thighs.

Then I saw Betty's eyes in the mirror. Our reflections looked at one another and mute communication passed. We both knew what we were going to do next.

Pulling away from the dicks, we rolled toward each other, sinking into a lush indentation in the pliant water-bed. Hastily arranging ourselves in the classic sixty-nine position, we began merrily eating one another's cunt, sucking up all that cum.

George, Ruth and Billy were watching us and starting to get that old itch. To make sure the boys' cocks stayed hard, Ruth jerked and sucked them, and rubbed them with her tits and pussy. Then she whispered something into the ear of each. Apparently, she had concocted a little surprise for my daughter and me.

I was on the bottom of the sixty nine, so I could see the reflection in the overhead mirror of the guys advancing toward us cunt-lapping girls. Despite having come two times apiece within mere minutes, their hard-ons looked murderous. And from the expressions on their faces, Ruth had instilled a purpose in the boys that was certain to be ultimately felt by Betty and me to the roots of our beings.

It happened to Betty first, so I could see it in the all-revealing mirror. George, with a satyr's leer plastered across his face, slipped up behind her and pried open the cheeks of her ass with violent force. Then, like a matador dropping his sword for the kill, he shafted his immense prick into her asshole. The pain was so sudden and intense that Betty screamed right into my cunt.

I knew, of course, that I was next. I could see my son's reflection, as he moved his lean torso into the slot of my splayed thighs. His cock was so eager it looked like it was going to fly off his groin and into my ass.

"Pull open your mother's rear," Ruth impatiently directed. "Let's see if she's still rosy down there." Billy followed her orders, gripping the cheeks of my butt with his strong fingers and opening my rectal crevice to its fullest. I could feel the taut perimeter of my anus straining from the extreme distention.

"Mmmmmmm," Ruth Fox indicated her approval of my most intimate orifice. "Your mother has an asshole like a young girl's, sonny. I'll bet you're proud of her."

Billy just gleeped with excitement. Under the right circumstances a woman's anus is even more inviting to a horny male than her cunt. And this was one of those occasions.

"Fuck her, fuck her!" Ruth cried. "Fuck your mother in the ass, sonny!"

Then she gave Billy a good hard shove. He fell forward prick first, hitting the target on the first try. All of a sudden the head of his cock was within me, sliding up my shit-pit and followed by several inches of steel-hard shaft.

"Don't stop!" Ruth exhorted. "Fuck Mommy's ass to the hilt. If you stick your prick in all the way, I'D suck your balls so you'll come harder than you ever have in your life!"

Billy put all of his teenage energy into following orders. There was no doubt that Mrs. Fox had a way with kids-I couldn't help but wonder what her own children were like.

After a violent lurch on Billy's part, my inner scale told me that my ass had all nine inches of his exceptional cock. This assessment was confirmed when Ruth scooted in behind him, lowered her head between his flanks, and began to noisily slurp on his hairless balls.

Now that both cocks were solidly in place, both males battered away on Betty and me. We were moaning and groaning in each other's cunts.

I could see George's face in the mirror. It was getting redder and redder from the effort he was expending. He looked as much like a man who was about to have a coronary as one on the verge of coming. He was putting every iota of his strength into pronging my daughter in her tight teenage ass with his middle-aged hard-on.

I assumed that when the big moment came, George would automatically shoot his wad into Betty's bowels. However, he surprised me. Apparently ten years of swinging had blessed him with a vivid sexual imagination.

Just before the big moment, he abruptly pulled out. Then he yelled for Billy to do the same. Suddenly my son's prick was out of my ass with a loud pop.

George and Billy kneeled side by side, stroking their straining hard-ons to the final explosion. For her part, Ruth prepared Betty and I by pulling us apart and forcing us onto our backs so we were perfect targets for the twin jets of cum which were about to flow.

"Come, come, you bastards!" Ruth's mouth turned delightfully foul again when everything was arranged to her lustful satisfaction.

The jizz suddenly lofted from their elongated pricks like they were urinating. It splashed against our naked bodies with exhilarating force. Soon we were covered with it, faces to kneecaps.

If I'd known hitchhiking was going to be so rewarding a past-time, I'd have taken it up a long time before.

CHAPTER TEN

George and Ruth delivered us right up to our front door. As they pulled away, I looked at our house like I hadn't seen it in years. All of a sudden the crest of euphoria on which I'd been riding collapsed with a depressing thud. By the time the Fox's trailer had disappeared around the corner, I was sobbing.

"Mother, what's the matter?" Betty wanted to know.

"I... I don't want to go in," I stammered.

She looked at me like I was crazy. We're naked, Mother," she said with exasperation. "We can't stand out here in the middle of the street with no clothes on for all the neighbors to see. They'll call the cops... "

"Or the men in the white coats," a shivering Billy interjected.

"But I hate this place," I summoned enough courage to say. "After all that's happened in the last twenty-four hours, I can't face going back to my old boring life."

"We'll be with you, Mom," Billy tried to comfort me. "The three of us can still get it on all we want when Dad's not around."

"That's just it," I wailed. "The best we can do is sneak around. I don't think I can stand living in a house anymore that's controlled by your father. I want to be free."

"We see what you mean, Mother," Betty said, "but we can't keep discussing it out here in the street. Anyway, maybe if we told Daddy the truth, he'd understand."

"Hah!" I snorted. "There's a better chance I'll inherit a million dollars from a long-lost uncle in Australia."

"Maybe so," Betty responded, "but being arrested for indecent exposure certainly isn't going to help matters. That'll just give you a lot more explaining to do to Daddy when he has to come down to the jail and bail us out."

I hated admitting it, but she made sense. The icy chill of defeat was rising from my toes, and I knew I would have to give in and go into the house. For the moment at least, Betty and Billy were the parents and I was the balky child who had to be prodded to do what was practical.

We trooped up the walk, Betty in front of me and holding one hand, and Billy in back clutching the other, so I couldn't get away. I felt like a convict being led to the gas-chamber.

The inside of the house was just as I'd left it. So depressing. So dull. So deadly dull. The drab sum-total of my boring life. I realized now that being a middle-class housewife was like a death-sentence.

I wondered where Ned was. It was after eight now, maybe he'd gone to work and I wouldn't have to confront him just yet. Then my chill re-manifested itself and I realized it was Saturday.

"Shit!" I spat. "He's home!"

"How do you know?"

"It's Saturday. Besides, look, there're his clothes on the floor. He never bothers to pick up after himself because he just assumes it's my duty.

The three of us went to the bedroom. Sure enough, there was Ned conked out in bed. There was a smile on his face as he slept. The bastard--the least he could have done was be worried and stayed up when he'd come home and found none of us here. He probably hadn't even noticed.

I was ready to wheel around in disgust when Betty stopped me. "Look at that," she said, pointing toward the bed.

"I'm not interested," I snapped.

"Daddy's got a hard-on."

In spite of myself my curiosity was stimulated. "How do you know?" I bit.

"Look at the sheets," she said, pointing toward the center of the bed. Sure enough, there was an abrupt rise in them right below where Ned's waist would be.

"I don't believe it," I tried to turn away. "And, even if it's true, I couldn't care less."

"It won't hurt to look," Betty insisted. "I've never seen Daddy's dick stiff."

"Well, I have," I sniffed, "and, believe me, you're not missing much.

"Why, is it puny?"

"Oh, it's big enough, I suppose," I replied. "It's just that he doesn't have the faintest idea what to do with it. It's like I told you, Betty, your father is a wash-out when it comes to sex.

"Well, I want to see for myself," my daughter said, in that headstrong way of hers, and marched toward the bed.

"Me, too," Billy joined her. "I want to see what I've inherited between my legs. After all, I didn't get my dick from no place."

"Have it your way," I snorted with disgust and went in the opposite direction. I was sure the kids were turning against me through their fascination with their damn father. The minute we'd walked into this fucking house, things had started to go wrong, just as I'd anticipated.

I was in the living room when I heard Betty squeal with delight. Gritting my teeth I kept on walking until I was in the kitchen where I couldn't hear what was going on in the bedroom anymore.

I was in the midst of fixing myself something to eat when Billy abruptly appeared. "What do you want?" I icily inquired.

"Betty says you've got to come into the bedroom quick," he panted. "There's something she wants you to see."

"Believe me, son, I've seen all of your father that I care to see," I huffed.

"But it's his cock."

"I've especially seen enough of that."

Impatient with my recalcitrance, he grabbed my arm and began pulling me. At thirteen Billy was a strong kid and a grown woman was no longer a match for him. I found myself skidding along the linoleum after him. Finally I abandoned the struggle and went along.

Betty was sitting on the bed, fondling her sleeping father's stiff dick. "Okay," I sighed, "what's the big deal?"

"Come closer," she said, "I want you to see it for yourself, Mother. Youll never believe it if I tell you."

"Try me," I coolly replied, refusing to budge.

She thought about it for a moment, and then decided to tell me her discovery after all. I was positive I couldn't be less interested.

Wrong again.

"Daddy's been having an affair. He was out with another woman last night" I thought a lot of things about Ned, but never this. Never that he was unfaithful. As hard as I tried not to be stunned by Betty's allegation, the truth was that I was reeling. And, after I'd been sure that Ned could no longer touch my emotions, dreadfully hurt.

"H... how do you know?" I stammeringly betrayed my crushed feelings.

"There's a ring of lipstick around his cock," my daughter revealed. "If you don't believe me, come here and look for yourself, Mother."

"H... how do you know it's not a rash?" I stuttered defensively. Isn't it funny how .a husband's suspected infidelity can put a woman in her place?

"Rashes don't smear, Mother," Betty cackled with overbearing superiority.

This noted, she held up her fingers for me to see the greasy redness that had been transferred from her father's hard-on to her hand. It was lipstick all right.

Confronted with the evidence of Ned's cheating ways, my whole attitude changed. How dare that son of a bitch sneak around on me like this!

"That cocksucker!" I seethed.

"No, no, Mother," Betty chuckled. "I think you're confused. His mistress is the cocksucker. She's the one who left the ring of lipstick around Daddy's prick."

'Til kill him!" I continued seething. "Yank him up out of that bed and strangle him until his face turns blue, the rotten, two-timing bastard."

Now I advanced toward the bed, with murder in my heart. To think that Ned had put me through all this excruciating boredom for years, while he was busily leading a secret life as a Don Juan. Wanting to throttle him was the only way I could keep from feeling like a complete and silly fool, in If Betty and Billy hadn't been there I'd have killed their father for sure.

"If you kill Daddy they'll send you to jail and well be homeless," she pointed out. "If you don't give a hoot about your own future, at least think about Billy's and mine."

"Then what would you do, little Miss Know-it-all?" I retorted. "Suppose you were in my shoes."

The last thing I expected her to do was smile, but she did. "I know exactly what I'd do if I caught my husband fooling around," she smugly stated. "I guess that's the difference between my generation and yours."

"What?" I challenged her.

"Very simple," she clucked, "I'd simply remind him that there was nothing he could get outside that I couldn't provide better at home."

"And you really think that he'd listen?" I scoffed. "I didn't realize you were so naive. Betty, you've got a lot to learn."

"Oh, do I?" she hissed with a withering gaze in my direction. "Well, what makes you so sure I would have any intention of getting my message across with words. Action speaks much louder than words, Mother."

"Show me what you'd do, then," I dared. "Put up or shut up, my darling daughter."

"Gladly. You just lie there and watch, Mother dear."

Hopping onto the bed without hesitation, Betty knelt by her father's side and lowered her head over his stiffly standing prick. Her hps parted, then her tongue snaked out and began licking the phallic tip. My daughter was about to give my husband a blow-job.

She knew how to do it, too. All the practice she had gained on teenage boys came into play as she tightened her hps and slowly lowered them down Ned's blue-veined shaft. He began to writhe in his sleep, muttering in a dreamy trance, "Ooh, suck me, baby. Suck my cock."

As if she needed any encouragement. Betty's mouth was suctioning hke an oral cunt, as she descended nearer and nearer her father's throbbing balls.

"All the way, baby," he urged. "Deep-throat it."

She was a teenage Linda Lovelace, doing just as he said. Before my eyes Ned's prick disappeared, wholly enclosed in our daughter's dick-hungry mouth.

Now that she had him to the hilt, Betty began squeezing her father's testicles. Then she slipped her index finger into the hairy crack of his ass and began playing with his anus. Ned was sweating now, twitching on the bed like his movements were being controlled by a spastic puppeteer.

Grabbing her father's hand, Betty thrust his fingers between her legs. They immediately went to work on her glorious cunt.

"Your cunt is wet, baby," Ned somnambu-listically announced the obvious. "I'll bet I can get every finger inside of it."

Betty wriggled her hot, young pelvis, making it clear that this was exactly the route she wanted him to take. Then, not wasting any time, she parted her tawny thighs and literally sucked her father's hand within her.

"Make a fist!" she temporarily released his cock enough to implore. "That's how I want it!"

She winced as his knuckles clenched. However, she sighed with glee when Ned's wrist began jabbing to and fro. He was fist-fucking her.

I didn't know exactly how to react to the bizarre spectacle which I was Witnessing. On the one hand, I was jealous that my sixteen-year-old daughter was coaxing action out of her father when he was asleep which I had never been able to engender when he was awake. However, on the other hand, the perfect fit of his cock in her mouth and his fist in her cunt was a carnal masterpiece that had to be admired.

"Betty and Dad are really getting it on, aren't they?" Billy enthusiastically observed from his restraining perch above me. He had his knees on my shoulders to hold me down, and I couldn't help but notice that the sight of the action of his father and sister on the bed had given him a throbbing hard-on.

Before long I found myself paying as much attention to my son's teenage boner as I was to what was happening on the bed.

"Two can play this game," I ultimately concluded.

"What'd you say, Mom?" Billy asked.

What was the point in explaining the twist my mind had taken? It was far more efficient to just go ahead and begin sucking Billy's beautiful young cock.

So I did. In fact, so vigorously, that Billy was quickly overcome by my oral passion and fell over to one side. I'd decided to hoist the two of us onto the bed so we could be in direct competition with Betty and Ned. I was not about to let those two have all the fun. My self-respect was making a hard-charging comeback.

I had so infected his loins with my ravenous lust that Billy was like a ragdoll in my grip. Despite the fact that he outweighed me, I got him up on the bed and stretched him out right alongside his dad and sister. There I began going down on him like a piston, literally fucking him with my mouth.

And, of course, I quickly arranged a fist-fuck. My son's knotted knuckles felt like the head of the biggest, most savage hard-on in the world within my horny cunt.

Betty reacted to my challenge by accelerating her efforts on her sleeping father. She announced that she was ready to fuck him proper.

Ned's fist was yanked from Betty's twat with a damp pop and she was getting on top of him, straddling him with her strong thighs. Grabbing his prick, she vengefully shoved it into her snatch and eased down on it. Only the balls were showing.

"Fuck me, Daddy, fuck me!" she tried to pierce through the veil of sleep. "This is no wet dream. This is Betty you're screwing, Daddy."

Ned stirred in a way that he had not done before. It seemed like he was finally awakening. , Well, I knew what I wanted him to see when his eyes operted. There was no way my upstart daughter was going to steal the stage from me.

"Lie still, Billy," I hissed. "Mommy's going to crawl on top of you and fuck you, darling. Let's show Daddy what we can do."

He liked the idea. Like most male adolescents, Billy was in repressed competition with his male parent. In ordering him to fuck his mother in the presence of his father, I was appealing to his most deep-seated fantasy.

Billy's prick went into me like a sharp knife cutting through butter. It felt even better than it had the other times. It occurred to me that exhibitionism was the final sex-act which one added to one's arsenal.

Betty and I were in furious competition now, giving our all in fucking our respective partners. I think the unspoken idea was that whomever caused her lover to come first would be the winner.

The sound of our pumping cunts filled the room. The dual squishing was deafening.

"Fuck... fuck... fuck," Betty began to raspily chant, and I quickly echoed her.

The bed was rocking. Believe me, those springs had never seen as much action as they were seeing now.

Fucking, fucking, fucking, fucking. Which cunt would be first to draw cum?

It was a tie. A flat-out draw. Both pricks lurched as though they were tearing loose from their owners and then exploded at once. Betty and I whooped simultaneously from the pleasure of our accomplishment, and then watched the excess jism come pouring from the other's cock-stuffed pussy.

Finally we looked in each other's eyes, rather than at each other's cunt. The ill-feeling that had temporarily taken hold of us abruptly disintegrated. She was my daughter; I was her mother, we loved each other.

Leaning over to bridge the gap between the male bodies on which we were straddled, we embraced and deeply kissed, using every inch of our tongues. All of a sudden Ned and Billy were forgotten.

"Hey, what's going on?" a sleepy but familiar voice inquired. "Am I dreaming this, or what?"

"Oh, be quiet, Daddy," Betty broke our kiss to shut Ned up. "Can't you see that Mother and I are busy."

I couldn't resist sneaking a peek at him. The expression on his face looked as if he had just been confronted by an alien from outer space.

Fortunately for Ned's sanity, Billy rescued him. "It's real, Dad," he said. "We're all naked and in bed with you. Betty's been fucking you, and Mom's been fucking me."

"H... how long has this been going on?" he finally stammered.

"The last twenty-four hours," I stated the truth. "In other words, not nearly long enough. Of course, there's always the future."

"What about you, Daddy?" Betty impishly interjected. "What have you been up to in the last twenty-four hours? Last night especially?"

"I... I d... don't know what you're talking about."

"Well, you didn't get that lipstick on your cock from playing with my make-up, that's for sure," I jumped in and etched the bottom-line. "It seems to me you've got a little explaining to do to your family, stud."

"Oh... that," he acknowledged with a blush that turned his whole body crimson. "I just... I "

"Just thought the grass might be greener on the other side of the fence," I completed his rationale for him.

"It was just my secretary," he protested. "Miss Perkins?" I scoffed. "Yes," he admitted.

I had to laugh. If the poor guy was so desperate that he'd been driven to that skinny, little, flat-chested, frizzy-haired excuse for a woman, then I had no alternative but to feel sorry for Ned. If he'd gone to her for sex, there was no alternative but to accept the fact that I'd let him down. I'd have to take responsibility for his affair...

And I'd certainly take responsibility for making certain that it never happened again.

"Ned," I said with as much honesty in my voice as I could summon, "let's bury the hatchet. Neither of us has been much of a partner to each other in the last few years, but now there's a way to change all that. Not only do we have each other--but we have the kids."

He looked incredulously at the three of us. It was impossible to tell if he was buying.

It was left to Billy, God bless him, to save the day. "Try it, you'll like it, Dad!" he blurted with the simple honesty of youth. "Mom and Betty are tops when it comes to fucking. They've made a man out of me overnight. We could share 'em. Take turns."

What else could Ned say or do in the face of such boyish enthusiasm from the son who so admired his dad? He had to go along.

Especially when Billy came up with an offer. "We'll switch cunts now," he said. 'Then you'll find out what a good piece of ass Mom is."

"Why not?" Ned shrugged with a grin I hadn't seen in years. "Miss Perkins was like screwing a mannequin, anyway. I only did it because I wasn't getting any at home."

"Well, you're going to get plenty now," I vowed, as I slid off my son and slithered to my husband.

"Is that a threat or a promise?" Ned asked, while Betty got out of the way and I seized his prick, beginning to guide it toward my burning cunt.

"It's a promise if you're man enough, and a threat if you don't stay in shape for more action from your family than any man has ever had to handle," I informed him. "Now let's fuck."

We did. With me on the top to one ejaculation, and then when I was on the bottom to another one. Ned had me in the ass, and finally got around to creaming down my throat. This made four ejaculations in all, more than he'd managed in. a month in the past.

What a day! I had traveled a circle of love that had taken me to the last place I had expected to wind up: In bed with my own husband. Incredible!

And wonderful. I had returned to my familiar role as wife and mother, but, Lord, what a difference. Nothing would ever be the same again.

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Turned On Housewife ....(70k)    by Heather Brown




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