Each society and each civilization has its own taboos. Few are common to all. Even the most sacred of the Ten Commandments can be broken with impunity in some civilization, somewhere in history or somewhere in geography. Yet there is one act which had been universally condemned everywhere outside the animal kingdom since the beginning of time ... the act of incest, the physical relationship of members of the same family.
The Greeks dramatized both branches of the dichotomy that can occur in this forbidden pursuit-the love of a brother for a sister, and the love of a parent for a child and vice versa. But it is the immortal Oedipus which remains with us as one of the great dramatic tragedies of all time-and which has indeed given to modern psychiatry the label to identify an unnatural mother-son relationship.
Yet such incestuous pairings do exist, despite the taboos, despite the laws, despite the churches, despite the condemnation of the society which gives birth to them. And they exist, despite the refusal of the narrow-minded and the willfully blind to acknowledge the fact, in the very heart of our own modern American society....
What pressures can produce them? What social evils nurture them? What catalysts react on potentially volatile natures to result in a fusion so universally abhorred. Authoress Mary Jenkins dares in her provocative new novel to lift the curtain on this hidden, secret sector of present-day America and show us in all its soul-searing honesty the story of a modem Oedipus.
Mother Knows Best is the story of a young Viet Nam veteran who comes home after a posting to Germany with the European girl he plans to marry ... only to find that he is by no means the only man in his fiancee's life-and that his shiftless father has ran out on his mother in his absence. Wendy Carter, the mother, is still young, still beautiful, still eager for life. But her experiences have embittered her. Bill, her son, is a normal, healthy American boy. But he too suffers when he discovers the depths to which his sexy, treacherous girlfriend will descend. And into the cup of bitterness which both must drain there drops a dangerous reagent in the form of an old flame of Wendy's who has returned to the small town where she lives....
In such a potentially explosive situation mother and son are naturally drawn together; in the inexorable way in which the situation develops their normal feelings are bound to be exaggerated; with the inevitability of the very Greek tragedy that gives the situation its name, the drama moves on towards its predestined conclusion. With consummate skill, Miss Jenkins lays bare the souls of four people with an artistry that permits us, while censuring their actions, to share with them their agony and their doubt. And in the end, so infinitely variable is the human condition, so sympathetic the author's insight, the novel blazons forth a message of hope ... and a salutary lesson for those who would too quickly condemn that which they do not understand and those with whom they cannot sympathize.
-The Publishers
CHAPTER ONE
Wendy Carter wrapped the bathrobe more closely around her voluptuous body and walked along the carpeted passage to her bedroom. She was humming blithely to herself, her satin flesh still tingling from the hot shower she had taken, as she pushed open the door and caught sight of herself in the long mirror at one side of the modernistic dressing-table. Her heart-shaped face, framed in its sleek cap of dark hair, was glowing, her huge brown eyes were shining, and on her full, generous lips there was a satisfied smile. For this-she told herself for the hundredth time-was the happiest day of her life! Her son Bill, alive and well after six months in the war-torn jungles of Viet Nam and a further six with the-American forces in Germany, was coming home!
After a whole year without him, she was to drive to the airport this very afternoon and pick him up: she would be with him in less than two hours!
As she sat in front of the mirror and began to make up her face, the image of her handsome, dark-haired son came into her mind. Had he changed much since she had seen him? Of course he had, she reminded herself. He must have! He had left home as a boy and now he fought in a terrible war, survived, and spent six months in a strange country among foreign people: It was enough to have changed even the most adolescent of youths into a man. And Bill had never been juvenile in his actions or his outlooks. Two years ago, when he had enlisted in the Air Force on his eighteenth birthday, he had known exactly what he was doing and what kind of situation he was likely to end up in. He had definite ideas about right and wrong ... and yet, Wendy had still felt, saying her tearful goodbyes, that he was still a boy. But now she had no doubts that he would return home as a man.
The young mother's pulse-beat quickened with pride. Oh, how she loved Bill! She loved him so intensely that the six months he had spent flying missions over North Viet Nam had been a hell on earth for her-a nightmare of sleepless nights, punctuated by daytime moments of fear every time the telephone rang or the doorbell sounded. Even when he had been withdrawn and was safely in Southern Germany she had been a prey to moments of fear and doubt ... the auto accident rate there was the highest in Europe ... there were said to be too many planes flying off the strip for safety ... he might be transferred to the notorious Starfighters which seemed to crash almost every day....
Now, however, it was all over. He was coming home and her joy could not be contained. Even the news that he was not coming alone failed to dampen her spirits. Bill was bringing a girl with him, a German girl named Lise Kraul whom he had met on furlough in Stuttgart and, he wrote, fallen wildly in love with and hoped soon to marry. Wendy would have much preferred to spend some time alone with her son after so long a period of absence, but she couldn't begrudge him any pleasure and so she had welcomed the news of the girl's arrival. Bill wanted her to meet his fiancee: naturally, he wanted his mother to approve of her, and Wendy hoped desperately that she would like the girl for his sake.
Anyway, Wendy found it impossible to concentrate on anything but the fact that she was seeing her boy again. Nothing else really mattered until she could hold him once more in her arms, feel his strong, masculine young body pressed against hers, kiss his ruggedly attractive face. She couldn't hold her son forever, she knew that and she accepted it, but she did want to hold him for just a little while longer. Her love for Bill was deep and possessive-so deep that a strange ache seemed to fill her whenever she looked at him. No one, certainly no man, and certainly not even her runaway husband Barry when first she had met him, could evoke the same emotion within her that Bill did ... that all-consuming love that sometimes almost frightened her with its intensity....
As the thought churned through her excited mind, Wendy found herself staring absently at her reflection in the long mirror. The robe had fallen open and the freshly-showered length of her naked body gleamed between its toweled edges. I have a good body, she thought. I still have the body of a girl in her twenties, even at thirty-eight! I don't understand why Barry never appreciated it: I always felt I was sexually responsive to him, that I was good in bed. That's why I've never been able to understand why there had to be other women ... so many other women....
The familiar bitterness about Barry, who had walked out on her some six months ago in favor of a young hippie girl on her way East, threatened to cast a pall over Wendy's happiness. She fought the bad memories away, though she knew they would return, for Bill would be sure to question her more closely about his father's departure than he had in his letters or when he had phoned her from Germany to announce his impending return. She concentrated instead on the mental image of her son and the physical one of herself in the mirror.
She was of medium height and her body was beautifully proportioned. Above the slender, subtly sculptured waist, her ripely swelling breasts thrust proudly against the open robe, the cream-white skin and its blue-veined translucency contrasting excitingly with the dark, purplish areolas and their bud-like nipples. Below the flat plane of her stomach, the generous curves of her hips and thighs billowed fleshily and enticingly out around the black triangle of her pubic mound, the silkily curling hairs punctuated by the thin coral slit of her vaginal lips. Between them, the soft tip of her clitoris, untouched now in six months, peeked coyly out like the roguish tip of a child's tongue.
Swiveling slightly on the chair, she glanced down at her legs: her ankles were trim, her calves slim and tapered, and the luscious roundness of her thighs as finely sculpted as a classic statue. Yes, she thought, a good body! I wonder if Lise Kraul has as good a body as I do? I wonder if she's pretty? I wonder if she's warm and passionate? I wonder if she and Bill have slept together?. .
Wendy flushed guiltily as she realized the direction of her thoughts-what was the matter r with her? Bill's private life was none of her concern! Obviously he was not a virgin-what man of twenty was in these days?-and he probably hadn't been for some time. What difference did it make if he slept with Lise ... as long as they were in love as he said they were? She had slept with Barry before they were married, hadn't she? She had no right at all to judge, or even think about, her son's sex life! Abruptly, she got up from the dressing-table and went to the clothes closet.
Quickly she began to dress, choosing a simple yellow blouse and gray skirt that she knew accentuated the youthful lines of her trim figure. She put on sheer nylon tights and high-heeled pumps and then sat down again at the vanity table to brush her short gleaming hair.
She had not had an easy time of it since Barry deserted her, and her son's homecoming was, she hoped, just the thing to return her to some kind of normalcy. Her husband's rejection of her, his flaunting of other women to her face, his drunken near-rapes of her flesh, had all served to force her into a shell of withdrawal after he left. She hadn't gone out, except to the neighborhood grocery store, for two months at first. Even now she seldom ventured further than downtown Livingston, two miles distant, and she led no social life whatsoever. Some of the men in the area, expecting to take advantage of the fact that her husband had left her, attempted to date her or make passes-but she greeted every overture, whether overt or covert, with the same cold hostility. As a result it had been more than six months since she had had any kind of sexual activity, more than six months without sexual release, and she was, as a normally passionate woman, beginning to feel the need increasingly. Perhaps that was why her thoughts turned so readily to sex these days, why she was so aware of her own body and desirability, why she had asked herself those questions about Bill's sexual habits!
She finished fixing her hair and looked at the clock on the bedside table. It was almost four p.m. Bill's plane was not due in until five-thirty, and the airport at Modesto was less than three-quarters of an hour's drive away. Still, there was a chance the flight might be early, and anyway it was better to wait among people at the airport than to stay in this empty house. She decided to leave immediately, and went downstairs. On the way through the living room, she passed the two machines that had been her salvation since Barry's departure-the electric office typewriter on its small table, and the duplicating machine which stood next to it. When her husband had left with the hippie girl, he had taken every cent in their joint checking and savings accounts, which amounted to something more than three thousand five hundred dollars. He had been selling life insurance in Livingston, and while it had never made them rich, it hadn't left them in poverty, either. Fortunately, Wendy had a few dollars of her own hidden away that he hadn't known about, which had carried her through the immediate crisis. But in order to survive, she must obviously have some sort of income.
She had been a confidential secretary before she married, and so-investing much of her hard-won savings on a down payment for the two machines-she had decided to run a small home business copying and duplicating documents and manuscripts. Now she had a regular clientele, most of it drawn from Modesto or Sacramento, sending her circular letters, legal briefs, graduate theses and even authors' manuscripts to re-copy. It was not an easy existence, but it gave her independence and it kept her from unwanted contact with the often unfeeling people of Livingston and district, besides assuring her of food on the table and enough money to settle bills and buy an occasional luxury.
Backing her five year old Mercury out of the garage, Wendy drove through the quiet, sun-washed streets of the town to the freeway linking it with Modesto, her sense of excitement at the prospect of being reunited with her son mounting to fever pitch as she approached the airport. She was a little early, and she had to wait what seemed an eternity before the arrival of Bill's flight was announced ... but at last she was pressing up against the gates amongst the crowd, eagerly scanning the passengers as they filed down the mobile exit ramp which had been rolled into place against the side of the big silver jet.
Her heart was thumping in her chest ... and then she saw him! "Bill!" she cried ecstatically. "Bill, darling! Over here!" She waved frantically, her whole body tingling with excitement, her brown eyes brimming with tears.
Her hurried toward her, taller than she remembered, more handsome, his dark hair fashionably long now and his face tanned from the Bavarian sun. "Mom!" his deep, husky voice answered ... and Wendy's racing mind sang happily: Oh, yes! He's a man all right! My boy has grown into a beautiful man! The little boy is gone and now I have a man for a son....
It wasn't until then that she noticed the blonde girl hanging a little behind Bill, smiling as brightly as he was. Lise Kraul was petite, though magnificently proportioned, with an oval, sun-darkened face framed by a cascade of straight, silky blonde hair that fell below her shoulders. Her slender legs were encased in flared, modishly faded blue jeans. And ripe, firm breasts, large for her small body-even larger than Wendy's, who was taller and wonderfully endowed herself-thrust out the front of a pale cinnamon sweater. Thrust out the tight material almost lewdly, Wendy thought, and in a fashion that showed clearly she was wearing no brassiere: her nipples were tautly evident beneath the thin woolen stuff. Her buttocks were provocative and sensual, jiggling like soft half melons beneath the skin-tight denim of her pants as she moved.
Wendy felt a momentary damping of her spirits as she took in the German girl's appearance. She looks like ... well, almost like some young whore! the young mother thought in horror.
Displaying her body like that ... flaunting her sexuality ... reveling in the glances of all the men....
In addition, the studied casualness of the girl's clothes made Wendy feel almost stuffy and overdressed in her high-heeled shoes, tights and knee-length skirt. Abruptly she felt herself overwhelmed by a tide of resentment. She had resigned herself to losing her son to another woman. It was only natural. But she had never thought it would be a brassy little vixen like Lise Kraul! Then she stopped thinking at all because Bill was rushing into her arms, embracing her, and she felt the heady maleness of his body against her own. He kissed her on the mouth, and she felt the tears flowing now as she clung to him, saying over and over again: "Bill! Oh, Bill!...."
Finally he stood her away gently and regarded her at arm's length. "Mom, darling-you look great! Just great!" he beamed.
"And so do you, my darling. You've put on weight, haven't you?"
"Well, yeah, a little. That German food is mighty heavy!"
"Oh, darling, I can't tell you how wonderful it is to have you home again! I've missed you so terribly!"
"I've missed you too, Mom," Bill said with feeling. "Gee, it's great to be home again, it really is." He turned to the blonde girl who was waiting patiently a few feet away. "Mom, I'd like you to meet Lise Kraul. She's been looking forward so much to today: I've told her a lot about you. Lise, sweetie, this is my Mom." Wendy and the German girl shook hands, and as if an electric shock had touched them both, each drew back her fingers instinctively. The young mother knew that her son's fiancee had intuitively sensed her hostility and bitterness ... and sent out warning signals of her own. They were as wary as jungle cats sniffing each other on a first meeting.
"How do you do, Mrs. Carter?" Lise said coolly with a smile that was no more than cordial. Her English was good, thickened some by a German accent that was only barely noticeable.
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Lise," Wendy said equally distantly.
Seeming to sense the barriers being raised by the two of them, Bill said hastily: "Boy, I can't wait to get home! Is everything okay there, Mom? I mean, are you making out all right?"
"Just fine, darling," Wendy said.
"We have so much to talk about, don't we? After a whole year!"
"So much, Bill, so very much."
"C'mon then-let's get back home. I sure could use a drink after that plane ride. How about you, Lise? What say we drive right on home and raid Mom's icebox for some good cold American beer?"
"That would be very nice," the blonde girl said.
As they walked through the terminal to collect the baggage, Wendy took Bill's arm, highly conscious of the firm, rippling muscles of his body beneath her hand and against her thigh and hip. She felt something deeper than a mother's pride at his touch, something which stirred within her and which she could not understand. Quickly, she diverted her thoughts to the dinner she planned to serve-Bill's favorite clam chowder followed by deep-dish apple pie with cream.
As she drove them home, she noticed with a pang of jealousy that Lise, sitting between them on the front seat of the Mercury, allowed her hand to drop possessively onto Bill's thigh. Repressing an angry urge to comment, she tried to listen to her son's chatter on various topics ... and eventually his attempts to ease the tension succeeded and she relaxed a little, finding herself engrossed by what he had to say, interjecting an occasional question or comment. But Lise was silent for the most part, squeezing Bill's thigh from time to time and gradually allowing her hand to creep up to a position that his mother considered downright indecent.
Once at the Carter home, Bill carried his and Lise's bags inside, stowing his battered duffel in his old room and taking the girl's into the guest room at the end of the hall. Then at his request his mother reluctantly took the blonde young German beauty on a guided tour of the place. Lise's comments were overly sweet, and Wendy realized that her son's fiancee was not at all impressed by the comfortable little house with its green shutters and well-kept, rose-bordered yard. This rejection of their home further alienated the beautiful young mother and her apprehension about her son's future increased ... if that future was to be passed with Lise Kraul. It was obvious what had initially attracted him to the girl-sheer animal sex!-but couldn't he see that beneath that sensual exterior there was only a kind of shallow cheapness that would certainly not last? Men were so blind sometimes, especially about women!
In the living room, which had a small fireplace and a row of bookshelves running along the wall by Wendy's desk, giving it a pleasant den-like atmosphere, the young mother said with false brightness: "Well, you two-how about those drinks now?"
"Great, Mom!" Bill enthused. "Beer for me, please."
"I'll have a whiskey sour," Lise said. "Do you know how to make that, Mrs. Carter?"
Wendy felt herself bristling at the studied, patronizing tone of the girl's voice, but she mastered her anger and said tightly, "Yes, I think I can manage, thank you, Lise." And then, smiling at her handsome son, she turned to leave the room and said: "Be with you in a moment, darling."
"Okay, Mom. Great."
In the kitchen, Wendy took a beer from the refrigerator and opened it, then set about making the whiskey sour, deliberately using only half a jigger of liquor. Finally she poured herself a small vodka. She was placing the glasses on a serving tray when she heard a low, throaty laugh from the living room ... and then Bill's voice: "Honey! Not now ...!"
The girl laughed again. And then there was a sound that resembled a long, breathless sigh. Frowning, Wendy took the tray of drinks and started into the room-stopping in mid-stride with shock at what she saw.
Lise was standing with her back to the kitchen, her lithe body pressed tightly against Bill's, their arms entwined, their mouths glued together as they squirmed and undulated their pelvises as if they were practicing sexual intercourse standing up. Beneath the tight material of Lise's jeans, the outline of her panties and the tight rolls of flesh outside each elastic legband showed lewdly as her shapely thighs arched against Bill's groin, moving with seductive abandon.
A low moan of desire escaped from the young man's throat, but he kept his lips mashed against Lise's, oblivious of anything else as his mother watched in shocked immobility the madly working cheeks of the couple while they probed their tongues wantonly into one another's mouths.
Almost hypnotically, Bill's hand swooped down behind the German girl's waist and grasped one of her throbbing buttocks, smoothing his middle finger into the cloth-covered crevice between them. As he ran it up and down the narrow quivering cleft, Lise's entire backside began to rotate, first from side to side and then in a rolling circular motion as she ground her belly faster and faster, hard up into Bill's pelvis....
Wendy could stand it no longer! It was not that she was repulsed by the blatant display of sexuality she was involuntarily witnessing; rather was it that the obscene tableau was having the opposite effect! A tingling warmth was stealing through her sex-starved body, and the soft, slightly throbbing folds of her pussy began to moisten. Beneath the yellow blouse, her nipples hardened into taut rubbery buds, and she could feel small lewd sensations of pleasure flickering through her breasts. She was aroused at the sight of Bill and his girl having a "dry fuck"-was that what they called it?-before her very eyes, aroused for the first time in many months! She realized that if she went on watching she would surely, inevitably try to relieve herself in a way that she had never descended to since the shameful and inexpert manipulations of her high-school days....
With her hands trembling, she started again into the living room with an artificial dry cough. "Ehhhmmmm! ... Here are your drinks!" she announced in a strained and oddly high voice.
Lise and Bill exploded apart as though a bomb had gone off between them. The young flyer looked at his mother at first with remorseful fear and then with a kind of downcast shame; Lise calmly turned and sat down on the couch, crossing her legs and lighting a cigarette as she glanced briefly at Wendy-the glance saying plainly that she didn't give a damn what the older woman had seen or what she thought.
Bill's mother took a tremulous breath as the young man came toward her, his eyes apologetic. Noticing the stilted, almost painful way he walked, she saw with an inward tremor the diminishing bulge beneath his pants along his right inner thigh ... and the faint moisture staining the material at the end of the bulge that testified all too clearly to the premature droplets of seminal fluid which she had seen often enough oozing from the tip of her husband's penis....
"Mom," Bill began hesitantly, "I...."
"Never mind," Wendy said as she took her vodka from the tray and handed him the other two drinks. "You stay here and enjoy yourself with ... with her. I'll go fix the supper."
"But Mom...."
"It's all right," Wendy murmured in a voice intended for his ears only, a reassurance that she did not blame him for the wanton excesses of his girlfriend. "It's all right, Bill." She turned, flashing him a half smile, and went back into the kitchen.
As she busied herself preparing the meal, she could hear a murmur of voices from the living room. Once or twice she tiptoed to the door, wondering if her son was angry with the beautiful German girl for leading him on like that in his mother's house. But when she peeked in they were sitting side by side on the couch, his arm around her shoulders, their thighs touching, and the girl was whispering into his ear. Bill was grinning in a foolish way, his face flushed and his eyes bright.
Wendy's hands were shaking as she returned to the cooker. Oh God, she thought desperately, trying to expel from her mind the lascivious spectacle of the two young people kissing so passionately, what's the matter with me? I've simply got to get a grip on myself! I can't let this young bitch spoil the day I've waited for so long ... not now, not at this stage! I can't let her come between me and Bill, now or ever....
By an intense effort of will-and with the help of another vodka-she regained control of herself and managed to close her ears to the sound of intimate laughter now coming from the far side of the door. After a time, still looking a little sheepish, Bill came in and asked could he help. Snappishly, she told him no ... and then at once regretted her harsh tone. She went up to him, hugged him, kissed him on the cheek, and smiled into his eyes. Everything was all right between them then, and they both knew it....
Supper, in spite of Lise's occasional sullen silences, worked out better than Wendy had hoped. Bill raved over the chowder and the apple pie, keeping the conversation going with amusing stories of his life in Germany. He kept on encouraging Lise to eat, and to join in the table talk, but as on the ride home from the airport she answered mainly in monosyllables, and she only toyed with her food.
Afterward, they retired to the living room with brandy and coffee, and mother and son continued their reminiscences, their eager probing of one another's lives since they had last been together. Wendy knew that her son wanted to ask about his father-but she knew too that he would not do so in front of Lise; he would wait until they were alone. He had never really liked Barry, considering him boorish and crude, and it had always been his mother with whom he was closely linked. He was not, Wendy knew, even sorry that his father had left ... only sorry that the circumstances of his leaving had proved hurtful both emotionally and financially to Wendy. It was a good thing, she thought, that he had not been here just before Barry's departure, when he had been at his cruelest: Bill might have done something violent.
The evening nevertheless progressed rapidly for her, and before she realized, it was past eleven. Lise, hardly troubling to conceal her boredom, kept looking at her watch, yawning, and patting her open mouth. When Wendy suggested that if she was tired she could go to bed, the German girl agreed readily. She said a formal goodnight to her hostess, pecked Bill circumspectly on the cheek, and left the living room.
Wendy and her handsome young son sat on alone until after midnight. Now free to question her about his father, Bill asked all the questions that had been troubling him, and his mother told him as much as she thought he ought to know. He was angry and disgusted at his father's behavior, putting his arm protectively around Wendy's slender shoulders and telling her she would never have to worry about anything again so long as he was around-and he intended to be around for some time! Wendy felt warm and secure then, and Bill's goodnight kiss lingered on her Ups for a long time after she went to bed.
Even with the presence of the sulky Lise, it had been an eventful and happy homecoming after all....
* * *
Bill had not been in his room, down the hall from his mother's, ten minutes before the door opened silently and Lise slipped inside.
The handsome young flyer, dressed only in a pair of pajama bottoms, had been about to slide between the fresh cool sheets on the bed he hadn't slept in for so long. He turned with a start of surprise as his lovely, petite blonde fiancee came in. "Lise!" he frowned. "What the hell are you doing here?"
"I thought your mother would never go to bed," she whispered. "I was getting homier and homier in that room down there, thinking about you and that great big cock of yours!"
"I wish you wouldn't talk like that," Bill protested in a low murmur. "You know I don't like it!"
The voluptuous German girl laughed throatily. "Oh, yes you do, my darling! You like it because it turns you on when I talk like that!" Bill moistened his lips, trying not to look at her curvaceous young body outlined in ripe, fleshy contours beneath the thin black shortie nightgown she wore. But the dark material did little to hide the rich curves of her lissome body and he could clearly see the taut haloes of her areolas at the tips of her swelling breasts, and the exact triangle of her tawny pussy through the shadowy stuff. He could feel desire stirring in his loins, and he tried to will it away, tried to still the pounding of his blood as it hammered through his virile young penis, bringing it to half r erection.
"Damn it, Lise, you'd better go back to your room," he whispered hoarsely. "We ... we can't do anything tonight, for God's sake!"
"Why not, sweetie?"
"Why not? Christ, why do you think? My mother's right down the hall!"
"What difference does that make?"
"Lise-I can't do anything! Not with my mother so close!"
"Oh, your mother!" the seductive blonde snapped angrily. "What the hell are you, Bill-a Mamma's boy or something?"
"Sssssssshhhhhh! Lise ... please...!"
"Don't you have a mind of your own? Do you have to ask Mom before you can even go to the-"
"Shut up!" Bill hissed, his cheeks flushing with anger. "That's a pretty lousy thing to say, Lise. I happen to love my mother, that's all. Is that so abnormal? And I haven't seen her in over a year."
"All right, all right. I'm sorry," she muttered hastily.
But Bill wasn't so anxious to drop the subject now that it had been raised. "I should have spoken to you before, but I didn't want to start anything in front of her. But now's as good a time as any ... What the hell was the idea of throwing yourself at me in the living room this afternoon? You knew my Mom was out in the kitchen, ready to come in any minute!"
"You didn't seem to mind too much at the time!" Lise said archly.
"Well, okay, I was a damned fool. I admit it. But you started it. Why?"
She gave him a sly smile. "Can't keep my hands off you!"
"Be serious, dammit! Now you were pretty rude to Mom today, one way and another, and I don't like it. I don't know what it is between you two-"
"She doesn't like me," Lise interrupted sulkily.
"That's crap and you know it."
"Well, it's true."
"How do you feel about her?"
The German girl shrugged, her full breasts rising and falling provocatively beneath the sheer nightgown. "She's okay ... I guess."
"You guess? Well, she's going to be your mother-in-law one of these days-if I don't change my mind about marrying you, that is."
"Why would you change your mind? Just because Momma doesn't like me?" the blonde girl jeered.
"Now look here, Lise...." Bill began angrily, his voice rising.
She sighed heavily. "Oh, come on, sweetie! Let's not quarrel tonight. It's been a long day, r and I'm tired but I'm horny. I promise to be nice to your mother tomorrow, okay? I promise to try and make her like me."
"Well ... okay then," he said dubiously.
Lise smiled seductively, dismissing the matter from her mind. "Now why don't we just get into bed and snuggle up? Like I told you, I'm horny, very horny, and I want that big, hard cock up inside me. I want it soon!"
"Lise, I told you no!" Bill said-but his voice lacked conviction this time. Now that his anger had abated, he felt more conscious than ever of her passionate young body. And his cock throbbed achingly, swelling to near-erection again as he stared at her fleshy curves silhouetted in the pale light of the bedside lamp.
"But you don't mean it-I can tell!" the lasciviously smiling blonde laughed, her eyes feasting on the growing bulge at the front of his pajamas.
"Jesus!" Bill protested weakly. "Don't you ever get enough sex?"
"No," Lise said frankly. "Never. You didn't mind in Germany."
"I know. But-"
"No buts, darling," Lise said, cutting off his words with her soft fingers over his lips. In a flash, she stripped the shortie nightgown from her body and stood before him naked, moistening her lips with the tip of her tongue, her tanned flesh gleaming, breasts bobbing, the pink lips of her vagina visible through the tangle of blonde pubic hair, the folds of flesh already glistening wet with anticipation.
Bill stared at her naked loveliness and an involuntary moan escaped his lips. His cock leaped into full arousal, its long hardness extending the crotch of his pajamas like a tent pole. He had never been able to deny the insatiable German girl what she wanted-not with that fantastic body of hers, not with her wild lovemaking that drove him half insane with lust....
She walked toward him, her lips parted sensually, the ripe, firm mounds of her breasts jiggling enticingly. Then she stopped, and began sliding her hands up and down her satin-smooth sides, pushing her palms up to cup those breasts, so that the nipples seemed to harden and lengthen before his very eyes. "Changed your mind, Bill sweetie?" she breathed. "Want me now?"
"Jesus, Lise ... Jesus!...."
Holding his gaze, she stroked the flatness of her belly, moving her fingers down so that the red-painted tips of her long nails were touching the soft pubic fleece mantling her quivering loins. He stood frozen with mounting desire as her fingers dipped lower still, touching the glistening coral slit between her firmly rounded thighs ... then caught his breath as she slowly pried apart the fleshy, hair-covered lips, exposing the trembling pink bud of her clitoris to his lustful gaze. "Want me to stay?" she repeated softly.
"Yes, damn it! Yes, yes, yes!"
Lise chuckled lewdly. Her right index finger traced down until it was touching the erectly throbbing pleasure bud between her cuntal lips. She tweaked it once, twice ... then, shuddering with wanton delight, she slipped her outstretched finger slowly inside the hot wet walls of her vagina, burying it to the first knuckle, then the second. She withdrew it ... slid it tantalizingly in again ... withdrew it ... slid it in ... finger-fucking herself in front of him with salacious glee as she watched his sweating face and saw the lustful desire mirrored there in his eyes.
Faster and faster her finger pistoned in and out of the clinging wet flesh of her hotly throbbing cunt, and as she rolled and flung her hips in reaction to the abandoned sensations coursing through her at her own obscene manipulations, she began crooning softly: "I want to fuck you, darling ... I want you to fuck me the way you always do: hard and hot and wild! ... I want to shove my finger up your asshole ... and I want you to do the same to me while I'm fucking you! ... I want to have your big throbbing cock far up in my belly, squirting hot cum into my cunt, making me cum at the same time...."
Bill couldn't stand it any longer: her obscene words, as they always did, drove him to an unbearable peak of excitement.
He leaned forward and grabbed her, hauling her hard up against him, planting hot wet kisses on her face and her neck and her quivering white breasts ... and all the while, Lise kept sliding her long young finger in and out of her moistened vagina, reveling in the feelings of passion that ripped through her fiery body. She pressed hard against him, grinding her naked hips into him as her mouth sought and found his, crushing his cock erectly against her belly, his palpitating testicles mashed against the back of her hand as she finger-fucked herself with ever-increasing abandon.
Finally, as she aroused herself to the point of near-orgasm, she pulled her finger from her hot wet cunt, and her tongue swirled crazily into Bill's mouth, fusing with his own. Then her hands were on his pajama bottoms, pulling them down, exposing his long thick cock to her hungry gaze. She grasped it in her small hand, stroking the shaft lovingly, fingers tickling the bloated, hairy sac of his balls. She rolled the tip of her thumb over the swollen, purplish head, spreading the thin ooze of seminal fluid welling from the glans over the entire expanse of the heatedly quivering knob, and bringing a low moan of delight from Bill's throat.
The acute pleasure wrought by her obscene manipulations inflamed his brain into a seething cauldron of lust. He had to have her ... now! ... right now! His fevered hands dragged her down onto his childhood bed, entwining his naked body with hers, reveling in the warm musky smell of her shudderingly responsive flesh. Showering more hot wet kisses over her body, he began licking and sucking at her nipples, rolling each around on his hotly working tongue. Lise was breathing heavily into his ear, hot and sweet, and her tongue flicked out to dance inside, racing maddeningly along the sensitive inner surface and seeming to shatter his brain. Her hand searched down between their tightly locked bodies and located his cock again, and their tongue lashed and entwined together in their mouths as her fingers milked the throbbing shaft. She crushed the full length of her burning body tight against him and ground her pelvis hard up into his loins, still massaging his hotly pulsating staff; then she twisted suddenly, pulling him over astride her, opening her legs wide with her aroused young cunt flaring open, eagerly awaiting the entrance of his lust-heavy shaft.
Lise's hands were running wildly along his body now, tracing the hard muscles of his shoulders, the hollow of his back, the cleft of his buttocks, exploring all of him even although she knew every sinew of his virile young body from past experience. Bill's penis rested hard up against her thighs, trailing strands of seminal fluid to mingle with her own cuntal juices flowing freely there. She reached under her buttocks as she levered their entwined bodies up with the full strength of her back, and with both hands slowly pulled her vaginal lips apart to give his cock greater contact with the moist sensitive flesh as it slid off her thigh to lie full length in her warm wet cuntal crevice, the head resting against her aching clitoris. Then she relaxed, subsiding onto the bed with his rigid rod trapped and burning between her satiny thighs.
Bill forced his hands between her shoulders and the mattress, running them over the soft curves of the lovely German girl's back as she mewled sensually beneath him. He cupped the fullness of her young lithe buttocks in his sweat-slick palms, pulling her heated pussy hard against his loins. He moved up and down the fiery slit, sensing it grow wetter and wetter while her hips began a more desperate rotation up against him, and then her legs snaked out wide on either side of him, her calves locking against the backs of his thighs, pulling that pulsing cock-head tighter into her. r
"Aaaaaahhhhhhhhhh!" she cried softly. "Bill, sweetie ... Ooooooooooh! ... Fuck me, give it to me, put it in now!...."
The frenzied young man thrust eagerly forward-but Lise's loins were already grinding up to meet him and her hands were between their bodies, circling around his palpitating organ to guide it between the moist lips of her greedily surging pussy. The young service man gave an animal groan as he felt her hands move his sensitive cock-head up and down the wetly sliding cleft, parting the fleecy pubic hair surrounding her vaginal lips with the blood-engorged tip. The pressure in his balls was excruciating now and he knew he couldn't hold back another second. He flexed his hips with a sudden cruel driving lunge that drove his throbbing, rock-hard shaft deep into the hot gaping mouth of the lustfully squirming blonde's flaming cunt, driving it home with a force that hammered his balls harshly against the upturned cheeks of her ass.
"Aaaaagggghhhhhh!" his fiancee moaned in ecstasy.
Bill felt the moist elastic walls of her vagina slip hotly around his thrusting fleshy rod, consuming its quivering length as it raced the full length of her sex-hot vaginal passage into the searing depths of her belly. He ground his pelvis into the squirming, pliant flesh beneath him, fucking into her with long hard strokes. She strained back under him, arching her loins up to his, lifting both of them up from the bed. She moaned and mewled wildly under his pounding, powerfully driving young body now, opening and closing her slender, shapely legs around his hips as she worked up and down in a pagan temp of lust, mouth gaping wide, blonde hair flailing from side to side in wanton abandon.
Harder and harder Bill's jack-hammering hips stroked up against Lise's arching pelvis, his cock withdrawing almost to the tip and then hurtling back into her with screaming force. The bed was a quiet one ... but even if it hadn't been neither of them would have noticed it: they were too crazed with mutual lust now to care about anything but the ache of acute delight searing through their nakedly grinding loins as they fucked at one another with insane fury in an effort to achieve the release both of them so desperately needed....
CHAPTER TWO
Wendy Carter awoke suddenly bathed in a dew of perspiration. She had been dreaming-a wicked, forbidden dream in which she had been watching Bill naked and making love, straining to see his erect penis throbbing with desire and his rugged face contorted with passion! She shuddered and shame washed over her at the recollection of the dream as she struggled awake. What was the matter with her? How could she have such an improper dream about her own son? What made her think of him in these sexual ways? It was almost as though....
The lovely young mother shuddered again and forced her mind blank. She lay back and tried to sleep again, but it was useless: she was wide awake now. She was also thirsty-the clam chowder had been perhaps a little over-seasoned. Maybe if she drank a glass of water it would help....
Barefoot, clad only in a thin silk nightgown, she padded down the hall toward the bathroom. It was as she was passing the door to Bill's room that she heard the panting voices. She stopped, frowning in the darkness. Voices? Surely that couldn't be? Unless ... she compressed her lips ... unless that little bitch Lise had decided to pay him a visit! A coldness seized Wendy's stomach and she moved closer to the door, standing with her ear against the panel so that the voices became distinct, understandable. Yes-it was Bill and Lise all right ... Wendy froze as the words gradually assembled themselves in her mind.
"Oooooooh! Bill, darling! ... Keep on like that! Keep fucking me hard. hard, hard! I'm going to cum soon: I can feel it!" Mmmmmmm!"
"Aaahhh! That's it! That's it ... Now put your finger in my ass ... hurry, sweetie: all the way in! Ooogghhhh!...."
"Me too, Lise! Me too .o-Like that! Is that what you want, Bill?"
"Oooooooooooooh! "
Wendy stood petrified, unable to move, horror-stricken and yet fascinated by the lewd breathy sounds of sheer lust coming from within her son's old room. Her mouth and throat became dry as she listened. She wanted to turn and run. to escape from those disgusting sounds, to blot the imagined scene in the darkness of Bill's room from her mind. But she was unable to make her legs work: she could only stand and listen, wetting her lips, thinking involuntarily of her son's lean bronzed body lying on the bed, lying on top of the hotly writhing young girl, his long erect penis pumping lewdly in and out of her wet flesh, his finger imbedded in her anus and hers imbedded in his, frenziedly moaning out their wild passion....
She shook her head violently, trying to clear away the obscene sight. But it remained vivid in her brain. Sweat was flowing freely over her whole body now, beneath the folds of her gown and down between her tightly clenched thighs. Her pussy, untouched in six months, began to throb and ache, sending waves of mounting desire flashing through her belly. She had no control over her reaction to this shocking revelation of Bill and that girl together, and what they were doing and saying in there ... no control over her own body as a result of what she was overhearing and imagining....
"Fuck me! ... Fuck me! ... Your cock and your finger! ... Harder!...."
"Uuuuuhhhh! Lise, baby...."
"Do you-Ooogh!-do you love me, sweetie? ... Tell me ... you ... love me! ... Aaagghhh!"
"Yes, yes ... love you, love you, love you...."
"Love you too, Bill ... love your cock ... your big, big cock ... Do you love my cunt? ... Bill?"
"God, yes! ... Aaaaahhh, yes! ... Oooohhh-Lise: I'm going to cum soon!"
"Me too, sweetie ... me too!"
Wendy wanted to scream, wanted to wail in unison with this blonde German bitch and her son in that room-but it was not entirely a scream of frustration or even anger that was welling up inside of her: it was also one of maddening, inexplicable passion! She didn't want the desire now rippling through her trembling flesh: she didn't want it and yet it was there, growing stronger and stronger, consuming her completely in its obscene wake. She knew dimly that she ought to be shocked, horrified, but that in no way altered the fact of her arousal.
Quivering wildly as she pictured the sight of her son and his sluttish blonde girl friend making wild abandoned love on the bed, as she imagined the erect shaft of his penis sawing in and out of Lise's wet young pussy, she allowed a silent moan to form in her throat and her own cunt began to flower wide with droplets of excited lubrication. Her nipples hardened beneath the gown, and as her fantasies became wilder, bolder, more vivid, the fiery flare of passion increased proportionately in her loins, breasts and belly.
"Keep on, Bill ... Fuck me harder ... shove your cock in hard!...."
"Got to cum soon baby ... got to cum...."
"Yes, yes, yes ... hurry! Cum! Fill me up!...."
The fire inside Wendy was raging almost out of control now. She was in a mindless state of arousal, brought on by her own unusual needs after six months of abstinence and self-denial and by other, darker motives buried within her own flesh. She knew only one thing as she listened and fantasized: she had to have release! She had to!
Trembling so hard that she feared she might faint, the shocked young mother leaned back against the wall beside the door, stifling a small cry. She could still hear the lewd sounds issuing from within the room-and suddenly she gathered up the hem of her nightgown, bunching its folds in her left hand, raising it higher and higher as she plunged the fingers of her right hand into the passion-wet crevice between her throbbing cuntal lips. She scrabbled there in the hot moist folds of flesh for a moment, her breasts heaving convulsively ... and then she shifted her hand, insinuating the four fingers into the tiny vertical mouth of her tight little vagina while her thumb teased against the button-like nubbin of her excitedly jerking clitoris, sending waves of consuming pleasure rippling through her slender frame.
Now her left hand too slid under the folds of her robe, found her right breast, and began to massage it, cupping the swelling mound tenderly any and then stroking its throbbing nipple. Although she knew that what she was doing was wrong, whirlpools of passion seethed within her body. Her mouth was wide open, her breathing labored, her throat constricted with little gurgles of incoherent excitement as she drew her fingers in and out, in and out of the scalding cavern of her vagina, back up to stroke the slowly moistening curls of her pubic mound, and then down again to manipulate the small trembling bud of her clitoris.
The sensations generated by the touch of her own fingers on her secret inner flesh elicited a gasp of rapture from the lovely young mother. She could feel her climax already building, building within her, filling her body with an almost forgotten delight. Her hips thrashed hard against the cool plaster of the wall, and her left hand squeezed hard at her cupped breast. Faster and faster her middle finger rubbed across the wetly sensitive clitoral flesh, churning the heat within her belly higher and higher, almost to the crest, nearly to the brink, while her reeling mind chanted crazily: I'm going to cum! ... I'm going to cum! ... I am, I am....
"I'm going to cum!" Lise's voice cried from the other side of the door. "Bill ... Bill! ... Fuck me harder with your cock! ... your wonderful cock!"
Bill's wonderful cock! Wendy thought mesmerically. My son's wonderful hard cock!....
And suddenly the love-hungry mother exploded down between her thighs!
For the first time in six months, she experienced delicious, delirious, erupting release!
"Aaaaagggghhhh!" she moaned softly in the darkness of the hallway, and her whole being seemed to shake with some incredible inner vibration. Her extended finger continued to rub hard across her now madly jerking clitoris even as the bursting waves of release soared through her helpless belly,, and her left hand was still squeezing her tautly heaving breast. The climax lasted for what seemed a rapturous eternity before finally it began to ebb ... then at last it was over and she sank slowly into a sitting position on the carpeting, her body weak and tingling and drained as she tried to catch her breath. Then the sounds from the bedroom once more penetrated the returning sanity of her mind.
"Bill ... Bill ... make me cum!"
"Almost there, baby! ... Almost there!...."
And the reality of her position burst upon the satiated young mother with the impact of a thunderbolt! Dear God, what had she done! She had ... she had fingered herself to orgasm ... while thinking of her own son's hotly pistoning young cock! Shame and a deep personal revulsion swept over Wendy in nauseous floods. Unsteadily, she clawed her way up the wall, tears rolling from her blue eyes as she fled down the hall to her own bedroom.
Flinging herself on the bed, she allowed herself to weep bitterly. Confused, frightened and mortified, the sobbing young mother searched her inner depths for some explanation of her actions, her thoughts ... but the only ones she could find filled her with even more self-loathing. Her world seemed suddenly to be crashing about her ears-and on this, the day which had seemed so memorable, the day her son came home to her!
"Cum! ... Cum! ... Cum!...." Lise still chanted as Bill echoed her words in a mesmeric, panting duet. He fucked wild and deep into the tight hot pussy of the voluptuous young German blonde, worming his hard wet finger far up into her rectum as she probed the depths of his anus with hers. She was screaming and moaning alternately, her sweat-slick young body a whiplash of dervish motion, straining for her orgasm, for his as well.
She gripped him between her firmly imprisoned thighs, opening and closing them around him in time to his long hard thrusts, and she knew she was going to cum any second now. "Fuck me! ... Oooh! ... Fuck me! ... Ahhh!" she chanted over his wetly slapping loins as they smacked into her churning pelvis. She spurred him on with obscene mumblings, pounding her heels on his back as she drove her finger even deeper into his ass-hole and jack-knifed her legs back against her breasts, offering him the full expanse of her upturned pussy. Her eyes rolled in her head and her lips bared back from her teeth as she sought frantically for her release.
And then suddenly she found it, stiffening all over and abruptly crying:
The words burst from her throat in a low moaning wail, and she pulled her thighs back tighter still until the whole of her widely splayed genital furrow was pressed flat to his heaving loins. Her ankles were now locked together high up over his shoulders, and she squirmed her hips beneath him in a wild, uninhibited dance of ecstasy, wailing her orgasm into his ear.
Bill felt the warmly gushing juices of her climax flood around his battering cock as he rammed his body brutally down on hers and she screwed herself on to him with all the power in her thighs, her loins spasming convulsively against his sweating belly. And then the great swirl of heat that was building in his balls became unbearable and he gasped again and again ... and finally the hotly erupting sperm was beginning its spasmodic, frenzied rush from his sperm-bloated scrotum up along the heaving underside of his penis. He began to spew thin scalding streams of semen into her hungrily clasping cunt in short staccato squirts, emptying his burning male cum deep, deep into the darkly lusting inner cavern of her lusting, satiated pussy.
What seemed a long time later, when the seemingly never-ending gushes of sperm had died away and his cock had begun to deflate, he withdrew it softly with a soft sluicing noise, trailing thin strands of cum along his girl friend's quivering belly as he rolled over beside her, his breath still panting from his open mouth.
Lise gave a long, contented sigh. "Oh, Bill, sweetie," she breathed, "you really know how to fuck! You're the best man in bed in all the world!" He murmured appreciatively, nuzzling her ear as he held her tightly in the crook of his arm, feeling her soft, warm, kittenish nakedness now that she had been momentarily satisfied. Jesus, but she was a wild, abandoned, almost amoral girl! He wondered with a tinge of anger and jealousy about the other men she had had: if he was the best in the world, who were all the runners-up? Now for the first time too, he wondered if this was really the type of girl he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. Sure, he loved her-or at least he was pretty certain he did-but did Lise really love him? Or was it just that he was good in bed ... the most wonderful man in the world! If they did get married one day. would such a girl remain faithful to him?
He could find no answer to the questions swirling around in his head. The one thing he wished right then was that Lise was more ... adult. More sophisticated, more worldly, more proper even! Then he wouldn't have to worry about her at all. If only she was more like his mother....
His mother!
Christ! What had they been doing! Suppose she had heard him and Lise balling in here! Had they been making a lot of noise? They often did, and didn't realize it at the time ... It was bad enough that his mom had caught them fooling around in the living room this afternoon-but to have been overheard actually screwing!....
Jesus! And the things they had been saying to each other! ...
A cold sweat dewed Bill's forehead. He hoped to God his mother was sleeping soundly, and had been sleeping for the past hour or more. He just couldn't face her in the morning if he thought she knew about tonight!
One thing was certain, though: there would be no more fucking with Lise in this bed ... or even in his mother's house, whether she was home or not. That was for sure! He didn't want to expose his Mom to that kind of atmosphere, not after what she'd gone through with his goddamn sonofabitch of a father and everything else these past six months! No-when Lise wanted to ball, he would take her out to the old Bush Valley road, where he used to take his dates when he was in high-school, and make love to them there. That way, they could do whatever they wanted without having to worry; there would be no problem, no problem at all....
CHAPTER THREE
At breakfast the next morning, the shame and mortification Wendy had felt after fingering herself to orgasm the previous night was still with her. The terrible guilt she felt was not so much over her lewd self-manipulation-like most young girls, she had masturbated in her teens-but rather over the picture of her son's blood-hardened penis which had been so firmly planted in her mind. Now, after a near-sleepless night, she was sick and exhausted, her temples throbbing and her throat sore and gritty.
What have I done? she kept asking herself as she prepared bacon and eggs for Bill and Lise. Am I sick-doing what I did while I listened to my own son actually having sex? I must be-but I don't understand why! How could I even think of him in such a way? It's almost as if ... as if I ... as if there's some hidden desire deep within me that wants to ... have sex with him! God, what an awful thing, what a terrible thing: a mother wanting to make love with her own son, to feel his penis deep inside her!....
Shuddering, she shook her head and rubbed her tear-swollen eyes as she filled the coffee percolator: it was as though she was in the middle of a nightmare that was at the same time disgusting yet perversely fascinating. And feeding the sense of unreality this brought, was the thought of how Lise Kraul was indirectly responsible. If she hadn't come home with Bill, if she hadn't been such a horny little bitch, if she had had respect for her hostess instead of a contemptuous dislike, last night would never have happened and Wendy would not be suffering the mental turmoil she suffered now....
Yet how could she rid her household-and her life-of the German girl her son had chosen? How could she tell Bill that she thought Lise was a danger to his future happiness? He would want evidence-and she couldn't turn the girl out of her house without alienating Bill himself, without admitting to him what she had overheard the night before! There just was no way ... and the distracted young mother had an uneasy premonition that the intrusion of the blonde German girl into her life had as yet not extracted its full toll ... But, for the moment, she must go on as though nothing had happened: she couldn't let her son know or even suspect that she knew about last night. It would only make things worse.
When Bill breezed into the kitchen with an appreciative sniff some minutes later, she was smiling and apparently carefree. "Mom, that smells just great!" he enthused.
"It'll be ready in just a minute, darling," she told him cheerfully. "You'd better go and call your ... girl."
"Already knocked on her door," he said. "She'll be right down." He seated himself at the table and sipped his orange juice. "It's sure good to be home," he said. "I missed you a lot. Mom, I really did."
Wendy's heart warmed and suddenly some of her anguish evaporated. It made her feel better already just hearing him say things like that! Maybe after all happiness and normality would prevail; maybe it would work out all right!
She looked at Bill with love shining in her eyes, and it heartened her to realize that it was simply the love of a mother for her son, nothing more. "I missed you, darling," she said. "More than I can tell you." She heaped his plate with bacon and eggs and then fixed two more platters, sparingly, for herself and Lise. She had just poured coffee and sat down when the young blonde girl entered, wearing a green mini-skirt and a sleeveless blouse, and smiling cheerfully. She kissed Bill on the cheek and her smile for Wendy was-the lovely mother thought-a little warmer, a little more friendly than it had been.
"It's a beautiful day, isn't it, Mrs. Carter?" she asked, sitting down at the table.
"Why ... yes, I guess it is, Lise," Wendy answered. She still disliked the girl, but if she was making overtures of friendship, for Bill's sake they had to be taken up. "We've been having some lovely summer weather these past few weeks."
"I think I'll sunbathe in your backyard today," Lise said, "if you wouldn't mind. I want to keep my tan if possible."
"Of course." Wendy looked at Bill. "What are you planning today, honey?"
"Not much really. I may look up some of my old buddies later on-probably after dinner. But I thought I'd kind of hang around and relax most of the day. Maybe I'll lie in the sun awhile with Lise."
His mother nodded. "I have to go shopping this morning," she said, sipping her coffee. "Then I have a hair appointment, so I'll probably be gone most of the day. But you can use the car tonight if you want. Or any other time you need it."
"Thanks, Mom. I'll probably be picking up one of my own pretty soon-if I can find a good buy. But I'll need transportation until then."
They chattered about inconsequential things through breakfast with Lise this time joining brightly in the conversation. Wendy felt even better, though a corner of her mind was still confused. But at least she had lost that heavy weight of guilt. By the time she went upstairs after she had done the dishes and straightened up the house, she felt able to look in her mirror. She was wearing a thin crimson cotton blouse and gray hip-hugger slacks; her face and eyes were carefully made up, and apart from faint lines beneath her eyes, there was no trace left of her exhaustion or her emotions of the previous night. With a small sigh, she bade Bill and Lise goodbye and drove into downtown Livingston.
When she had bought the groceries and stored them in the trunk of the car, she decided, because it was a warm balmy day, to walk around window-shopping before she picked up a few more necessities and kept her hair appointment. She was on Center Street, near the park, admiring an expensive dress in the window of a boutique, when she heard her name called. She turned, and saw that a tall, distinguished-looking man with a lined face and ash-blond hair was hurrying across the street toward her. She frowned, and then broke into a surprised smile as she recognized him. "Howard!" she exclaimed with delight.
"Howard Chamberlain!"
He stepped up onto the sidewalk and grasped her hands, beaming. "The man himself!" he announced jovially. "Christ, Wendy, it's good to see you again! How long has it been? Five years? Six?"
"At least," she smiled. "When did you come back to Livingston, Howard? The last I heard, you'd moved to L.A. Or are you just visiting?"
"I was out on the coast for several years. But I didn't care too much for all that smog. Remember I used to have asthma when I was a kid? So I'm back in Livingston-for good, I hope. I've been here about a week."
"Where are you staying?"
"I bought the old .Smiley house out on the Stevinson road," he answered. "You know it, don't you?"
"Sure I know it," she replied. "Golly, you must be doing well if you can afford that kind of place!"
"The movie script business is booming again," he admitted. Then, cocking his head, he added: "You're as lovely as ever, Wendy! Not that I would have expected anything different!"
She felt a warm glow suffuse her at the flattery. "You haven't changed either, Howard. Just the lines around the eyes and the paler hair-and that makes you handsomer than ever!"
He grinned. "Watch it-or the head under the hair will swell!" he quipped.
Wendy looked into his smoky blue eyes, his ruggedly handsome face, and she felt a small tingle of excitement-the same excitement she used to feel, long ago. at his nearness. She and Howard Chamberlain had grown up together, had been high-school sweethearts, and had even once talked of marriage. Their relationship had been an easy, fun kind of thing, intimate only to the point of heavy petting-although there had been one time after a school dance when they had almost made love and only stopped because another car had pulled into the secluded country lane where they were parked. But then they had had a fight-Wendy could no longer remember why and they had broken up. Shortly afterward she had met Barry-who was smooth and suave and broodingly handsome in those days-and had been swept off her feet by him: they had married less than a month after their first date. Howard had been crushed at first, and she'd felt sorry for him, but he had eventually accepted the fact, attended their wedding, and even been an occasional guest at their first apartment. He had gone through a succession of girls, remaining a bachelor, moved away and worked in the movie business in Hollywood, moved back-and then started writing his own scripts when he left those five or six years ago. They had not been seeing much of one another r for some time before that, since they led very different lives, but Wendy knew that he still cared for her ... and she supposed she still felt something for him as well.
"Well, it's almost noon," Chamberlain was saying. "How about having lunch with me? I doubt if your old man would mind."
Wendy's smile wavered. "Howard, I ... well, you see, Barry and I-"
"Don't tell me you've split up!" he interjected with concern.
"In a way," she admitted soberly. "He ... Barry left me six months ago. I'm in the process of divorcing him now."
For a moment he was silent, and then he said quietly: "I wish I could say I was deeply sorry, Wendy, but I'd belying if I did. You know I never particularly cared for Barry, and you're probably better off with him gone. Slap me down if I'm being too blunt."
She shook her head. "No, you're right. It was over a long time before he left."
He took her arm. "I want to give you fair warning, girl," he said lightly, "that I intend to make every effort to date you up again now you're free! You can turn me down time after time, but I'll keep asking until you can't stand it anymore and you're forced to agree!"
Wendy laughed in spite of herself. "Well then," she said impulsively, "maybe I'd better save time and say yes right away!"
"Then you'll have lunch with me?"
"I'd love to. I'll have to cancel a hair appointment-at least until later in the afternoon-but that's hardly a major disaster."
"Great! We'll go to that little Italian place on the far side of the park, okay?"
"Wonderful!"
They strolled slowly through the park, Chamberlain holding gently on to Wendy's arm, and she began to feel gay and happy. It was so good to see Howard again! It was almost as though this unexpected meeting had been specially arranged to help ease away her troubles: his cheerful presence somehow made the events of the night as unreal as the nightmare they were. And Howard ... wouldn't it be wonderful if she and Howard could somehow get together again! No, it was probably too much to ask ... too many years had passed. Still, they had had a fine relationship; there was no reason why' the fun they had experienced together couldn't be renewed in a more adult fashion. Oh, if only that could happen ... and Bill would come to his senses over that wretched German girl, stay in Livingston and marry some nice local girl....
From the restaurant, Wendy called the beauty parlor to cancel her appointment, and when she returned to their booth, she saw that Howard had ordered and that the waiter was already setting martinis on their table. "Hey, I don't know about drinking martinis in the middle of the day!" she protested. "I never could handle them very well!"
He smiled disarmingly. "They're not as potent as some people think. Sip them slowly, and they don't hit you. Besides, they're as smooth as silk in this place."
"Well ... if you say so, Howard."
They toasted one another and drank, and Wendy found that her host was right. The drinks were very good indeed. All at once she felt more relaxed, more at ease than she had for months. Even after all these years, she was able to talk freely to Howard-though not about any of the problems that had plagued her since yesterday. She told him about Bill's homecoming, about his war record and his experiences in Germany, and Howard marveled at what a fine boy she had-hardly possible, considering how young she looked!-and expressed a desire to see Bill again. Yes, Wendy thought, it was nice to be able to talk to someone as understanding, as warm and as kind as Howard Chamberlain....
Chamberlain himself, looking attentively at the heart-shaped face of the lovely dark woman opposite him, was thinking: Jesus, but I'd love to fuck her! I've wanted to fuck her ever since we were kids! If it hadn't been for that goddamn car that time, I would have! And then that silly fight and that prick Barry Carter coming along to foul things up. But now I'm back and he's out of the picture, so maybe I'll get into Wendy yet! Christ, my cock aches at the thought of sliding it up into her tight little cunt....
The lewd thoughts raced through his mind as he laughed and jested with the lovely young mother across the table. When he saw that her glass was empty, he signaled the waiter to repeat the round. Wendy thought she ought to protest-but she was having a good time. She sipped it obediently when it came, and the heat of the gin, mingling with that of the first martini, flowed pleasantly through her. relaxing her even more. She became more expansive, reminiscing about the fun things they had done together when they were kids, even making a casual reference to some of the mild intimacies they had shared. By the time the second drink was finished, she knew she was a little high-but it was so nice she didn't really care.
They ate lunch-cannelloni, chicken risotto and a bottle of strong red Barolo-and Chamberlain noticed that his guest no longer demurred when he poured the wine. Maybe if he could get her drunk she would accompany him back to his house! If she hadn't been playing around since Carter left her, she was probably ripe for a little sex! And he knew that he was r smooth enough to talk her into his bed eventually, as he had with so many girls before. The prospect excited him immensely. Damn, but he'd like to get the movie camera on her! His eyes hotly drank in the loveliness of her firmly jutting breasts and shapely shoulders, and his cock jerked in his pants.
Wonder what she would say, he thought with an inward chuckle, if she knew how I really make most of my money! And if she ever saw some of the movies for which I wrote the scripts or even did the shooting myself! Jesus, if she had any idea of the real reason why I left L.A., the fact that I was just one step ahead of the Vice Squad because of that fourteen year old bitch who said she was eighteen, and that orgy I shot with her in it ... if Wendy had any idea of that, maybe she wouldn't be so happy to see me back in Livingston! But she's not going to get any idea; nobody's going to know. I'm going to cool it here just like I planned. I've enough money to last a while, with a legit screenwriting connection to help out....
The meal was excellent and Wendy drank three glasses of wine. When the coffee came there were also two glasses of Benedictine which she didn't seem to remember him ordering. "I don't think I'd better have anything more to drink, Howard," she said.
"Nonsense," he insisted, adding easily:
"Benedictine is good for the digestion. It doesn't have much alcohol content."
"Are you sure?"
"Positive. How could it: it's made by monks in some abbey in France? You wouldn't get religious men plugging strong liquor, now would you? I think it's distilled from some kind of herbs."
She giggled. "Well ... okay then!" She felt light-headed, very gay-and very much at peace with herself. The dark images of the night before were lost in a far comer of her mind, forgotten in the pleasure of seeing Howard again and blurred by the alcohol she had drunk. By the time she had finished the fiery liqueur on top of the other drinks she had had, she was walking somewhat unsteadily as she left the restaurant clinging to Howard's arm. There was a deep, burning glow at the pit of her stomach, and she laughed, screwing up her eyes at the glare of the afternoon sun as they came out on to the street. "Know something?" she asked thickly.
"What's that, honey?"
"I don't feel at all too much like having my hair done!" The unwieldy sentence was difficult to get out and it sounded funny as soon as she had said it. She laughed aloud.
"Then don't," he chuckled. "Always do what you want, that's my motto! ... Say, I have an idea! Why not come back to my place for some r coffee?" He was careful not to suggest another drink: that might scare her off. "I'll show you how I've fixed the place up, and what I've done to the gardens, and we can talk some more."
"We-ell ... I don't know, Howard...."
"Ah, come on! Please come, Wendy. It's been so long since I've seen you-and now that I have, I don't want to let you out of my sight!" She reached up and touched his cheek, pleased by the flattery. "Very well, Mr. Chamberlain," she said unsteadily, "I'll be pleased to accept your gracious invitation. But I can't stay too long: Bill's home, as I said, and I have to fix supper for him. I must be back by five."
"You'll be back in plenty of time," he promised her.
In the kitchen of the sprawling, tree-shaded old house, after he had shown Wendy over the gardens, the hothouse, the living room, and a studio decorated with stills from some of his more respectable films, Howard quickly made some instant coffee, adding better than a jigger of sloe gin, which he kept in a cabinet over the sink. He remembered that she liked her coffee sweet, and the potent liquor would be undetectable in coffee with plenty of sugar....
"Aren't you having any?" Wendy asked as he carried the steaming cup into the old library, where she was sitting on an overstuffed couch before the huge stone fireplace.
"Not right now. You go ahead."
Wendy sipped smiled, and said: "Just the way I like it! I'm so flattered that you remember, Howard."
"Of course I remember. I never forget anything where you are concerned, Wendy dear."
She flushed. "You're sweet, Howard. You really are!"
He sat down next to her, very close but not quite touching her-yet, and draped one arm casually over the back of the couch, beyond her shoulders. Watching with hot bright eyes as she drained the liquor-laced coffee and set the cup back on the low table in front of them, he carried on a five-minute conversation, light and easy, to give the sloe gin time to work its insidious effect on Wendy as it mixed with the other forms of alcohol she had drunk. Her color grew brighter, her eyes became faintly glazed. She moistened her lips, leaning toward him, laughing-and now their legs were touching ... their hips. Excitement leaped within him at the prospect of possessing the warm, resilient flesh of the beautiful young mother beside him.
Finally, when a lull came in the conversation, he reached over tenderly and cupped her chin in his strong fingers, turning her face toward him as he leaned close and gazed into her drink-fogged eyes. "Wendy." he whispered huskily, "Wendy darling-I want to kiss you!"
"Oh Howard, I ... ,"
"Please ... please, Wendy...."
She moistened her lips again. "I don't ... I-yes! Yes, I want you to, Howard!" she said with the same impulsiveness with which she had accepted his invitation to lunch. And suddenly she did want him to kiss her. She felt so good, so warm, so close to him-a kiss seemed the most natural thing in the world, the most right! If only the room would stop its tendency to sway from side to side!....
His mouth sought out hers, found it, and her lips parted under his. The softly resilient feel of her warm wet mouth caused Chamberlain's penis to jerk spasmodically, and he dropped his arm around her shoulders now, and pulled her close to him. Her breast was taut and firm against his chest, hot and enticing. Deliberately, he made the kiss a gentle one at first, so as not to frighten her-but as soon as he felt her responding to him, her hand stealing up to caress the side of his face, he let his tongue flick forward and slide wetly across her trembling lips.
As her mouth involuntarily opened, accepting his searching probe, Wendy could feel a twitching sensation deep within her belly, and she knew with a kind of detached certainty that she was becoming aroused by the kiss of her former boyfriend-just as she had been aroused by him so many times when she was a girl. In between her thighs, she could sense her pussy begin to moisten, to emit tiny droplets of lubrication to damp her panties, causing her perceptibly to open and close her legs, scissoring them in a gathering sexual rhythm. Her nipples stiffened to tingling buds beneath her crimson blouse, and she found she was trembling in Chamberlain's arms. It had been so long since she had had any sex, so long since she had been loved ... and last night's shameful but releasing manipulations had opened the floodgates of her long-repressed desire, so that her body, having once again tasted the thrill of orgasm, even if it had been self-induced, was now demanding that it should happen again, seeking fulfillment, wanting to be loved.
Howard Chamberlain felt the lovely young mother quivering in his arms, and eagerly pressed his advantage. His tongue swirled faster and faster in the scalding confines of her mouth and he crushed her even closer to his own tense body. He began stroking her shoulder through the stuff of the blouse, letting his hand slide down slowly and lightly along the length of her arm, knowing the electric effect it would have on her. Her breath quickened still more and she clung to him almost desperately, her mouth opening wider under the pressure of his lips.
Then he brought his hand up, sliding it along her back now, down, down almost to the curve of her buttocks ... teasing the ridge of her spine. His own breath was panting hoarsely and his cock was rapidly becoming rigid. Christ, she was nearly ready, and becoming hotter every minute! He was going to score! At long last he was going to fuck Wendy Carter!
The enticing thought caused him to throw caution to the winds, and he brought his hand up to her shoulder again ... to trace his fingers down to the swelling mound of her breast, casually, lightly. As he palmed the pliant, rounded swell of flesh tenderly through her blouse, he heard the sudden sharp intake of her breath, felt the abrupt stiffening of her body and the convulsive kneading of her hands on his neck and shoulder. But she made no initial effort to pull away, her mind dulled by the liquor-induced torpor of the afternoon, by the crying, urgent need of her body, by the desire to be caressed and held just as Chamberlain was caressing and holding her....
She didn't see the wide, salacious grin that creased his features as he increased the pressure of the fingers on her breast, thinking that he had won, that now she was his. He ran his thumb across the hardened bud of her nipple outlined through her blouse, his heart pounding wildly in his chest and his cock leaping madly in his shorts. Then his fingers dipped down to pull the thin material of her blouse free of her waistband and roll it up so that he could trail hot, tremulous paths across her cool, moist, excitedly throbbing belly toward the ripely bulging cups of her brassiere. His hand rode up over the firm, fleshy contour and touched the bare smoothness of damp skin quivering in the cleft between her breasts, causing her to utter a small cry into his mouth. Her hips squirming in spirals of delight on the couch, she turned her body more toward him, fitting it hard against his, her thigh and curving hip burning fiery heat against his tense muscular shape.
Chamberlain's fingers slipped further up underneath her blouse, insinuated themselves under the cup of the brassiere, found the hard little button of one nipple, and began rolling it against the tension of the cup. His tongue was working mercilessly in and out of her mouth now, snaking between her lips in a sustained fucking motion. Then suddenly he slid his hand out from under her brassiere, moved it boldly to her thigh, and shifted it to the trembling apex of her superbly tapered legs, the middle finger extended to stroke up and down the tight material sheathing her vaginal slit as the palm cupped the warm, fevered mound....
Abruptly a warning voice penetrated the w rising passion inside Wendy's brain. No, no-she couldn't let this go on! She mustn't allow what would inevitably happen if she didn't put a stop to his maddening caresses right now! It would be wrong ... this was neither the time nor the place ... she had to try and control herself, especially after last night! His touch on her body felt so good, his kisses felt so good, and she knew that his lovemaking would feel so good too ... But it would be so much better if there was more than just a violent need for release behind the act on her part, if there was genuine feeling on both sides ... They needed time, time....
Swiftly, she pulled her mouth away from his, gasping, and twisted her body aside, taking his hand from between her trembling legs. Then she slid to the far side of the couch, swallowing hard, trying to compose herself. When she looked back to him, she saw the naked desire on his face and her heart went out to him. "Howard," she whispered, "oh, Howard, we can't! Not like this! We just can't! It's not right, not yet, not after we've just met each other again!...."
"Jesus, Wendy! I'm burning up for you!"
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. It's my fault. I shouldn't have let it go as far as it has. But all that liquor ... I feel a little woozy!...."
Sonofabitch! Goddamn sonofabitch! The fucking little slut works me up to where my nuts are just about to explode-and then she shuts off! I've got to fuck her ... I've just got to! But I can't force her: suppose she hollers rape or something? No, I have to swallow it: I've got to keep myself from slapping her down and tearing her goddamn clothes off and fucking her until she can't stand up! Yeah, I've got to cool it and bide my time-cool it until I can work up a line of shit that'll make her beg to climb into my bed....
"Gee, I'm ... I'm sorry too, honey," he forced himself to say. "I shouldn't have let myself get carried away like that. But I ... I've always wanted you so much, Wendy. I've always ... loved you. You know that."
"Oh, Howard-you're so sweet, so understanding...."
"There's a chance for us, isn't there?" he whispered. "Tell me there is, Wendy."
The fires of her arousal were still smoldering inside her, like a pile of embers ready to spark into a roaring conflagration at the slightest breath' of wind, and she tried not to look at the diminishing bulge at his crotch. Even though she knew it would be wrong, she still wanted him-yet she couldn't relent ... not now ... not yet. She leaned forward and kissed him gently on the cheek. "Yes," she answered softly. "There's a chance." r
"That's all that matters then," Chamberlain sighed. He stood up and smiled as warmly as he could. "I'll make some more coffee, hot and strong-and then I'll drive you back to town to pick up your car."
As he walked stiffly back into the kitchen, Chamberlain felt better. Even though he hadn't scored this time out. he had seen the look in her eyes just now ... and that was enough to tell a campaigner as experienced as he was that he would get next to her-soon, pretty damned soon! And when he did. it would be a fuck she would remember for the rest of her life! Nor was it going to be one he would easily forget either!
CHAPTER FOUR
Bill and Lise were lying on the strip of lawn beyond the glassed-in rear porch of the Carter home. They had spread out a large tartan rug and had been soaking up the sun ever since Bill's mother had left. Bill wore a tight pair of swim trunks, his tanned, muscled body gleaming in the warm light; the German girl had put on a black wet-look bikini that was no more than three slickly gleaming triangles barely concealing the tips of her tautly swelling young breasts and the thin silky "vee" of hair mantling her insatiable little pussy.
The handsome veteran lay on his back now with his eyes closed, half asleep, as his fiancee sat beside him cross-legged, the tips of her fingers stroking sensuously across the flat plane of his belly. She moistened her lips, her eyes suddenly bright, and said softly: "Bill, sweetie, you know what I'd like right now?"
"Mmmmmmm? ... Another beer? Some a r little stronger?" he replied languidly, his eyelids still closed against the glare of the sun.
"I'd like to suck your cock!"
His eyes flew open and he sat up, staring at the salaciously smiling blonde. "Lise!" he expostulated. "For God's sake!...."
"Well I would," she whispered. "I want to take that hard, lovely cock of yours into my mouth and lick all around it with my tongue and suck it and suck it until you spurt great gushes of that wonderful hot cum of yours down my throat!"
Bill moaned, for Lise's obscene words were having just the effect she knew they would on his virile young body: the front of his trunks bulged out as his penis jerked into erection ... and she reached out kittenishly to stroke the rigid prominence with her Fingertips, making his whole frame shiver convulsively at her touch. She slid her hand between his spread legs, caressing the heavy sheathed sac of his balls, the long column of his cock, running her thumb over the head of his hardened shaft that was outlined against the tightly stretched material, her breath coming faster and faster.
"Goddammit, Lise! Stop that! Somebody will see you!"
"Who's going to see?" she said calmly. "There's nobody next door, and you can't see this strip of grass from the front yard. There are trees at the end of the garden. We're completely alone."
"M-m-my mother? What if she comes home?"
"She won't. She's having her hair done, remember? She said she'd be away most of the day."
"Lise, can't you understand? I don't feel like doing anything ... not here, not right out in the open like this. C'mon-cut it out!"
The voluptuously curved young blonde sensed the weakening protest underlying his words and her smile grew wider. Bill was like putty in her hands; when she turned on the sensuality, she could make him jump through hoops if she felt like it. And right now she did feel like it; the thought of sucking a cock, especially a big one like Bill's, caused her clitoris to tingle into excitement while rivulets of desire welled up inside the tight elastic sheath of her pussy. Kneeling, she reached behind her and unfastened the top of her bikini, shrugging it off to reveal the full, milk-white splendor of her untanned breasts. Cupping both resilient mounds in her hands, she lifted them toward Bill's suddenly sweating face, offering them to him.
"Wouldn't you like to play with these, Bill?" she murmured wickedly. "Wouldn't you like to hold them while I take your cock in my mouth ... and watch while I suck it in as far as it will go? Wouldn't you?"
Bill swallowed hard. He knew already that he was going to lose the battle against Lise's insatiability one more time. As if of their own accord, his hands reached out to cup the smooth, satiny hillocks of her quivering breasts, squeezing them as his thumbs rubbed tantalizingly over the rubbery nipples.
Lise moaned softly and then hooked her own thumbs into the waistband of her bikini bottoms, pulling the scanty garment down over her sculpted thighs in a single lithe movement to expose the soft hair-fringed pinkness of her tight young cunt as she knelt naked before him. Then her hands, urgent now, moved up to the top of his trunks as she leaned over him and let her full breasts sway lewdly against his manipulating fingers. She dragged off his swimsuit as he arched his hips, oblivious now to the whole world except the lustfully panting girl beside him, and tossed it carelessly aside.
For an instant she stared at the jutting, quivering shaft she had revealed, moistening her lips with her tongue as though she could already taste the hotly squirting cum she knew she could soon pump from his cock. Then she reached out her two hands and took hold of the warmly pulsating staff, massaging the loose foreskin gently up and down. Bill's breath whistled between his teeth in ragged gasps at the exquisite pleasure she was generating in his lean young loins. She cupped and stroked his balls in their hairy pouch, teasing her finger the full length of his crotch to probe briefly at the tiny puckered sphincter ring of his anus, and then bringing her hand back to the thickly quivering arrow of his penis.
Finally the curvaceous young blonde splayed her fiance's legs wide apart and slipped between them, crouching on all-fours while she continued to skim her fingers up and down his lustfully expanded cock. As her swollen breasts swung enticingly out from her chest, she stared at the semen-slick, purplish head as if fascinated by its bloated hugeness. Then slowly her head lowered and Bill felt the incredible soft moistness of her lips hotly kissing the wet glans at the end of his hard penile shaft. With a convulsive gasp, he reached up to catch her head between his hands, and drove his aching loins upward to sink his penis deep into the firm elastic circle of her hungrily ovaling lips. "Oooooooooohhhhhhh!" he groaned in delirious rapture.
"Mmmmmmmmmmmm!" Lise agreed behind the gagging bulk of his shaft, her eyes shining with erotic delight.
She began to suck him lovingly, slowly, causing him to squirm and twist in wild arousal on the blanket as she licked and swirled her tongue around his thrusting rod of flesh and r stroked his balls with her free hand. In a daze of sensual bliss, Bill watched her rhythmic, practiced sucking, watched her glistening red lips working on his wetly gleaming cock, watched the soft wet skin of her mouth pucker outward and then back in again as she fucked her lips down the full palpitating length of his rigid penis, the whole fleshy column disappearing with the wetness of her saliva into the scalding cavern between her rounded lips.
"Aaaaaaahhhh!" he moaned, his hips jerking and lunging as he sought to ram even more of his aching cudgel into the young blonde's greedy mouth.
"Uuuuuuuuhhhhmmmm!" Lise gurgled in answer to his animal moans, her breasts dancing a lewd dance below her chest as she bobbed her head frenziedly up and down the spasmodically quivering length of Bill's cock. The one thought in her sex-crazed mind now was to suck him to orgasm ... to make his desire-tightened balls erupt every last droplet of their fiery cum into her waiting throat ... to drink his sperm as if it were a vanilla milkshake through a huge red straw!....
* * *
Howard Chamberlain insisted on following Wendy home in his Lancia coupe. He had fed her two large cups of steaming coffee before taking her back to where she had parked her car, and the fresh air had served further to clear her head. She was still not sober when they arrived at the parking lot-but quite sober enough to drive, she told him. Nevertheless, he tagged along behind just to make sure she arrived in one piece.
She parked the Mercury in front instead of taking it into the garage, as she remembered that Bill wanted to use it later that evening. Chamberlain parked behind, and swung his long legs out of the Italian auto as she stepped down on to the sidewalk. "There!" she said, smiling. "Didn't I tell you I would be okay? ... Look, Howard, the least I can do is reciprocate for all the coffee you fed me! Do come in and have another cup with me. Or a drink, if you like. Then you can tell Bill hello. You'll hardly know him-but he's sure to recognize you right away."
Chamberlain didn't particularly want to talk with Wendy's son-not after almost, though not quite, scoring with his mother such a short while before. But if he wanted to keep the relationship with her on a strong basis, so that he could be assured of a quick conquest in the future, he couldn't very well refuse. "I'd love to," he said.
They went up the walk together and Wendy unlocked the door with her key. It was quiet inside, and she assumed Bill and Lise were still sunbathing in back. "I think they're on the lawn," she said. "Come on-we'll go through the kitchen and surprise them!"
She led him through the kitchen and into the glassed-in rear porch. She was reaching for the glass door leading into the back yard when Howard stopped suddenly and caught her arm. "Jesus Christ Almighty!" he whispered, his eyes bulging as he raised one arm to point.
Wendy raised her eyebrows, then, following the direction of his pointing finger, she looked through the glass, saw the trees, the strip of grass dappled with afternoon sunlight, saw the blanket with Bill and Lise ... and she froze! She froze with her eyes wider than Chamberlain's, her breath caught in her throat and all the blood in her body draining down to her feet ... Lise and Bill, naked ... their tanned bodies glistening with sweat ... the girl on her knees, white breasts swaying wildly between Bill's thighs ... her head low over his nakedly writhing loins, lips ovaled and sliding hungrily up and down the huge, jutting, quivering length of her son's erected penis ... Lise's tongue flashing out as she slid the lust-reddened shaft all the way out of her mouth, licking the hard, fleshy head ... Bill's big, sperm-bloated testicles nestled below the upthrust immensity of his aroused hardness ... her son's glistening penis, so big, impossibly big, bigger than she had ever thought it would be ... fascinatingly large ... her son's great, bunched, sperm-filled testicles ... his penis ... his testicles ... her son's genitals....
Wendy stared transfixed at the salacious act the German girl was performing on Bill, her Bill, stared at Lise's lips and tongue moving over her son's huge cock. She took a half step backward, wanting to scream, to get away, to leave the carnal abuse being so flagrantly performed in front of her. But Howard Chamberlain, standing very close to her with his breath rasping through his nostrils, caught and held her from behind, so that her eyes remained fastened on the madly squirming couple beyond the window.
Her mind whirled, and she couldn't take her horrified eyes from the obscene tableau on the grass. But now her full attention was focused not on the wildly sucking Lise, the young bitch who had disrupted her household and threatened to take Bill away from her. but on Bill, her son, on Bill and his nakedness, his bronzed and virile body ... She had not seen him naked since he was a little boy and she had never imagined him this way ... her attention was focused on his manhood, his thickly jutting r . penis and heavy scrotum.
It's so big! her benumbed brain cried out. Dear God, it must be eight inches long! So much bigger than his father's ... so big and thick and hard ... Oooooh! What would it be like to have something that big thrusting deep, deep inside you?....
Dimly, Wendy realized the direction her thoughts were taking-yet the sight she was involuntarily witnessing was too shocking and too captivating, especially with her mind already hazed by the alcohol she had drunk that day-she was looking at her son's wonderful body engaged in a salacious act in the middle of the backyard and she didn't care! It was ... yes, it was exciting her! Yes, yes, the sight of Bill's penis and cum-tightened balls was causing a burning sensation of desire to flame through her body, causing her pussy to seep once more with unwanted streams of moisture as the heat built higher and higher inside her loins. Her nipples were painfully hard and her breasts ached with passion; her breath began to pant faster and faster between her wetly parted lips.
Wendy was not the only one to become wildly aroused by the lewd sight on the lawn. Chamberlain was staring hotly over her shoulder as he held her to his rigid body, pressing up close behind her. He could hardly believe his eyes. Young Bill really had grown up! Turned into a good-looking, well-hung youngster and getting his cock sucked by one of the sweetest pieces of tail that Chamberlain had seen in a long time! Damn, but the chick had a set of tits on her! He would have given anything to trade places with young Carter right then!....
He felt his cock begin to lengthen in his pants as he watched. He could hear Wendy's ragged breathing and he knew she was excited too. He could hardly believe his good fortune! The disappointment of coming so close to fucking his old girl friend after so long-and then losing out!-had been acute. But maybe things would turn out the way he wanted after all; if he worked it right, and didn't rush things too much, maybe he could take advantage of Wendy's obvious arousal now! Maybe he could fuck her today after all! Christ, but she must be primed and ready for cock, to be this turned on watching her own son getting blown! But that was all to the good: maybe she had used up her will to resist and would now be susceptible to his advances! The lust-provoking scene outside was turning her on wildly-and that was an advantage he hadn't had back at his own place....
Chamberlain's cock was rigid and pulsating now as he held Wendy's arms tightly above the elbow, standing just a little in back of her, the bulge of his turgid shaft almost but not quite touching her swelling buttocks beneath the tight hip-huggers she wore. He moved closer, guiding her gently backward-and she didn't resist him. She seemed to lean back almost gratefully against his unyielding body, unmindful of the fact that her ass-cheeks were now resting against the stiffly swollen length of his cock. At that moment, her only reality was the sight of her grown son Bill and his hardened young penis....
He held her tighter still, and began to undulate his cock up and down along the smooth warm curve of her buttocks. He was breathing harshly against her neck, but he knew that she was aware of neither his cock nor his breath. But she would be soon, he thought. Damned right she would be! Moving his mouth close to her ear, he began intoning soft sibilant words....
"Just look at them, Wendy, darling ... Look at them out there, your son and that girl! Look at the way she's kissing him, Wendy ... look at the way she's kissing his penis! ... He's enjoying it: it feels so good to him!"
Shut up! Shut up! Shut up! the distraught young mother's passion-tormented brain shrieked at him. She tried to put a voice to the command but found she was incapable of speech. Oh God, Howard-do you have to talk that way? Can't you see that I know the ... the filthy thing that girl is doing to my Bill without you reminding me? ... I don't want to watch any more of this, I don't! ... But I can't help myself, I can't help getting excited, I can't help looking at my son out there....
On the blanket outside, the passion-driven blonde slaved over Bill's driving loins, her bikini-striped body glistening with sweat. The pressure was growing in the young man's balls and he shoved his pelvis hard up against her face, thinking only of cumming, of emptying his heated sperm deep into the hot, soft, flowing mouth of the girl slavering around his cock.
"Ooooggghhhh! ... Aaaaaggghhh! ... Ohhhhhhhh! ... Uuurrrggghhh!" he chanted in time to her tempestuous sucking of his throbbing staff.
Lise mewled unintelligible replies around the hard-thrusting shaft, squeezing and kneading his balls, sucking faster and faster, using every trick she knew to explode his burning seed from his testicles. She wanted it, wanted it desperately, wanted to taste it like hot delicious lava spurting acridly into her mouth and down her throat to pool in her churning belly....
On the porch. Wendy tried again to command her body to break free of Howard Chamberlain's powerful grasp-and again she failed. Her pussy was on fire with wet. hot passion and her belly fluttered excitedly. Almost unconsciously, she began to undulate her buttocks against the pressure which seemed to be leaning into her from behind, and the motion further intensified the spirals of delight winding through her quaking flesh.
Feeling the movement spasming his cock into even greater hardness, Chamberlain began sliding his hands up and down her bare arms from wrist to shoulder, and Wendy started trembling wildly under his touch. Then one of the caressing palms moved off her arm, on to her waist, and across the tensed flat plane of her stomach to pause beneath the swell of one of her breasts. "Look at them, honey," he whispered. "Look at them having fun! It's exciting, isn't it? So exciting...."
Insinuatingly, the palm moved upward to cup the resilient warmth of her swelling breast, as it had done that afternoon, cup it and then squeeze and manipulate the succulent flesh with gentle ease, thumb running across the uptilted peak to raise the tiny nipple into further taut arousal. He's playing with my breast again! I have to stop him! He mustn't ... he mustn't ... he mustn't! ... Wendy's shocked mind screamed inside her head. But she couldn't move: it was as though she had lost all semblance of control over her own body, as though her brain had been frozen into immobility by what she was seeing on the lawn.
And then she became aware of the hardness moving in the cleft of her buttocks, moving up and down as Lise's mouth was moving up and down Bill's penis-and she knew that it was Howard's cock there, his cock, erect and hard, rubbing hotly along her ass-cheeks!
Wendy began quivering uncontrollably, for even as she tried to reject the presence of his hand on her breast, the lewd bulge hard against her buttocks, she was becoming more and more intensely excited by the movements. It felt good, it felt wonderful! She still wanted him to stop it-but now she no longer had the power to insist on it: she was enslaved by her own lustful passion, and she was wantonly giving herself over to it....
Chamberlain's hand, continuing to squeeze her thinly covered breast was joined by his other hand to cup and knead both tender mounds while he pressed his erect cock tighter against her softly trembling ass-cheeks, grinding it into the crevice between them. Wendy's nipples were quivering shafts of desire now, and her hips began churning wildly back against Howard's hardened cock, thrusting her breasts forward to rub the nipples hard against his roving thumbs. Her breath jetted even more raggedly through her flared nostrils, and her glazed eyes were locked on the wildly undulating couple outside, on her son's gleaming red penis disappearing into the softly ovaled lips of his girl friend out there....
Bending her slightly forward with the pressure of his body, Chamberlain worked his hands feverishly on Wendy's swollen breasts and his hips ground against her undulating ass-cheeks. He was going to fuck her this time and no mistake! He knew it, he knew it-and his heart leaped exultantly in his chest: he was going to lay the proudly aloof Wendy Carter at last!
He held her bent over for a moment, whispering lewd enticements in her ear as he dropped one hand to the fly-button at the top of her hip-huggers, located it, unfastened it, and then slowly, nimbly, drew down the zipper while he held his breath. But the passion-enslaved young mother offered no resistance ... she leaned there, trembling, as he slid the pants down, down over her softly quivering buttocks and hips to drop uselessly around her ankles. Then he began exploring the silky surface of her panties, tracing each tightly encased buttock with the tip of his index finger, trailing it in and out of the cleft between them while she moaned almost inaudibly under his lascivious touch.
"Feels good, doesn't it, honey?" her old boy friend's insidious voice murmured in her ear, his hand now playing teasingly with the nylon-covered vaginal lips between her thighs.
"My fingers feel good on you, and so will the rest of me-all of me, long and hard and good, so good!...."
Yes, so good, so good! her brain echoed in automatic response. And it was good; it did feel wonderful, to be touched and caressed the way he was touching and caressing her! ... His fingers were inside the waistband of her panties, sliding them, too, down over the nakedness of her involuntarily clenching ass-cheeks, exposing their lush whiteness to his hot, lustful eyes, exposing the glistening wetness of her excited cunt nestling in its hairy valley. He peeled the flimsy garment down over her hips as he had the pants, still kneading her breast with one hand, parted her legs slightly to allow the panties to drop over her knees and puddle with the slacks around her ankles, and then trod on the moistened garments with one foot while he shifted her slightly to step out of them. "I'm going to love you now," he breathed. "I'm going to put it inside you like I've wanted to do for so long and love you, love you, love you...."
"Ooooooooh, yes! I want to be loved! ... Please, Howard, love me! ... Hurry, I want to be loved, I need to be loved! ... Please do it! Hurry!...."
Chamberlain pulled the softly yielding crevice of her trembling ass-cheeks wide apart with his sure, quick fingers, revealing more of the salaciously enticing little slit between her legs. His other hand had left her breast to help out, spreading the voluptuous cheeks still wider, so that her tiny puckered anus seemed to distend alluringly before his eager gaze. He trailed one finger around and around the tight nether ring, causing Wendy to groan in mindless torment, and then slipped his finger lower into the moist, fleece-bordered crevice, working the tip down under and into the wet, tight, incredibly soft tunnel of her vagina, moving with maddening slowness, and then slipping out again to move upward to the hotly swelling little bud of her aroused clitoris. She mewled with delight at the increased tinglings of subservient desire his expert manipulations were sending through her helplessly aroused loins.
Chamberlain withdrew one hand from her moistened cuntal cleft-maintaining his stroking of her clitoris with the other-and there was the soft whisper of a zipper being drawn. Then his immensely throbbing, sperm-bloated cock, filled to bursting point with hot blood and swirling semen, sprang into view and he pressed forward with a gasp to tease the hard rubbery tip into the moist slit where his finger was sliding in and out of the hot wet folds of her cunt. She felt the heated flesh nosing its way there, and her legs opened and closed involuntarily around the invading member while with lust-filmed eyes she watched her son being hungrily sucked by his girl. An instant later, Chamberlain had worked the blood-engorged tip of his palpitating cock into her hotly quivering vaginal furrow, aiming from behind at the tight vertical mouth up between her thighs as his finger withdrew.
He had to force himself not to plunge forward at that moment and shove his great hardened shaft into her tight little pussy and impale her then and there. But no-he had to go slow, to be careful: if he scared her in any way she might snap out of the trance she seemed to be in and that would spoil everything. Oh God, but this was going to be good!....
Slowly, tantalizingly, the heavily breathing man eased the tingling, blood-swollen head of his cock up and down her soft, wet, hair-lined slit, up and down while the pressure in his balls climbed and soared. He forced himself, gritting his teeth, to go slow, slow, but it was fast becoming too much to bear: Wendy's velvety buttocks were swirling back against him with growing excitement and she was moaning and panting wildly as she watched open-mouthed the obscene gyrations of the couple in the yard. And the folds of her hot, tight cuntal lips were soft, so soft, as soft as melting butter around the bursting head of his cock....
At last he could stand it no longer. He whispered urgently against the lobe of her ear: "I'm going to do it now, Wendy darling. I'm going to fuck you! I'm going to put my cock in and fuck you!...."
The desire-crazed young mother sucked in her breath with lewd anticipation. At his murmured command, she spread her legs wider, and he bent her down slightly to give himself freer access to the tight elastic opening. Then, slowly, he flexed his hips, sliding his penis into her sensitive, hotly throbbing vagina, easing the head in all the way, reveling in the heat of her nakedly moistened cuntal flesh closing over his throbbing glans. Gradually, he pressed forward, gritting his teeth still harder to keep from ramming every pulsating inch of his pole of male hardness home in one brutal lunge". Another half inch slid slowly up inside her distended pussy ... and another ... and still another ... and she was warm and wet and wonderful around his trembling shaft....
Oh God! Howard's penis is going up inside me! ... filling me up! ... And it feels so good-so hot and hard and good going slowly inside me! ... Ooohhhhh! It's been so long since I felt a man inside me! So long, so terribly long....
Easily, gently, Chamberlain insinuated more and more of his burgeoning cock into the warmly accepting cunt of the beautiful young mother. His balls hung like lead weights between his taut-muscled thighs, filled with churning cum, and he knew that once he got all the way in and started to stroke, he was going to pop his nuts right away! But what the hell! He was finally inside this tempting piece of womanflesh, finally going to cum in there, and that was all that mattered! Another inch, just one more inch, and then he would be all the way in....
"Mmmmmmmmmm!" Wendy moaned softly as Chamberlain's belly behind her at last touched firmly against her naked buttocks, all of his great pulsating rod buried in the warm wet sheath of her pussy. The hotly moistened walls of her cunt clasped his cock like a tight soft fist, and he groaned with pleasure, then withdrew again until only the head lay within the steaming warmth of her vaginal passage. He stared down at his slickly glistening shaft, grinning lewdly at the way her softly hair-rimmed pussy lips puckered out around the swollen head. He couldn't take it any more: he just couldn't! Holding his breath, he lunged forward.
"Aaaaaagggghhhhh!" Wendy cried softly. "Ooooooooh, God!" And then Chamberlain was moving, sliding easily into a long pistoning motion, his hips driving forward, his hands kneading and spreading her ass-cheeks, as his long, lust-hardened shaft fucked squelchingly in and out of her eagerly clasping cunt. She rolled and ground her own hips greedily, skewering herself back against his bucking loins as waves of sensual delight surged through her trembling flesh, blotting out all but her need and the sight of her son with the feverishly sucking German girl beyond the window....
Bill strove desperately to cum, and he knew he was only seconds away: Lise's mouth was like heaven around his lust-inflamed cock, and her tongue a soft wet firebrand licking up and down and around his pumping shaft. The lewd double image leaped white-hot into the young man's brain and triggered the release of his swirling semen. The first torrent of sensation flooded along the length of his plunging cock and he gasped aloud, his teeth bared as though he was in pain. His penis began a wild, convulsive jerking that erupted without warning into Lise's madly sucking mouth with spurt after spurt of hot burning sperm, bloating her cheeks outward with each squirt until she was forced to swallow crazily to keep from choking. She was mewling and crooning and squeezing his balls as if trying to pump even more of the gushing, white-hot fluid into her hungrily milking mouth. Bill's hands scrabbled in her blonde hair, forcing her head down harder on his erupting penis, burying it deep in her throat ... until, with one last groan of release he emptied the final dwindling spurts of his virile young seed into her ovaled mouth.
Then, as she collapsed over him, smiling happily with sperm-flecked lips, he flung his arms wide and subsided on the blanket with a contented sigh.
On the porch inside, his mother watched him ejaculate his thick creamy semen into Lise's clasping mouth and thought with frenzied excitement: He's cumming! ... Bill's cumming! Oooooohhhh! I have to cum with him too! I must cum with my son! ... And she buffeted insanely back against Howard Chamberlain's rhythmically fucking cock, and her flesh vibrated with growing, pinwheeling heat as she sought to achieve her orgasm from the hardened rod filling her cunt from behind.
And then....
And then she came!
Great flashes of colored light burst in back of her eyes, and a sweet agony consumed every fiber of her being! It was wonderful! Wonderful! It was better, far better than her own finger the night before! Better even than it had been with her husband in the beginning ... It was beautiful because it was at the same time that her beloved son was cumming!
Behind her, his eyes glazed with lust after seeing Wendy's son spurt his cum into the mouth of the wildly sucking blonde beauty outside, Howard bucked and slammed his loins against Wendy's gyrating ass-cheeks. He drove into her with long, looping strokes that came all the way up from the tips of his toes, battering the long hot length of his passion-stiff cock into her hotly accepting cunt. And then, as he felt her cumming, felt her hot flowing juices gush warmly around his jack-hammering cock, and heard her gasp and gurgle deep in her throat, his own balls erupted.
An animal growl burst from his constricted throat as great torrents of his bubbling seed sprayed madly into his ex-girl friend's tightly clasping pussy. He kneaded her buttocks furiously, wrapping the hot moist flesh tighter around his crazily spasming cock as he came. Jesus-it was just as good as he'd always known it would be! She was so good, so good, so tight and gooooooood!
Wendy felt Chamberlain's cum swirling viscously through her cunt and lower belly to add to the delight of her orgasm, and tears of rapture flooded her eyes. Then, as the last spurt pulsed from his cock and the shaft began to deflate, her orgasm started to ebb. And as it did so, sanity cleared away the hypnotic miasma that had fogged her mind ... bringing with it the advent of horror, shame, humiliation.
"Oh God! Oh God! What have I done?" she cried out in a strangled gasp, pulling roughly away from Chamberlain and the sight of her satiated son with his lewd girl friend outside.
"Wendy...." Chamberlain began weakly.
But she turned away from him, away from his obscenely dangling penis and the threads of cum stringing from his splayed fly to the floor, and looked in horror at herself-half naked, the thin pubic curls between her legs drenched and glistening with his sperm. She blushed with shame. She could no longer look at him; she could no longer face herself. She had given herself to this man after not even seeing him for six years! And she had done it while watching her son being ... being sucked by his young girl friend! And the whole while, she, Wendy, had thought of nothing else but Bill's hotly growing penis, wanting to cum because he, her own son, was cumming too!
Another cry of despair burst from her throat. "Get away! ... Get out of here, Howard!" she moaned. "Go away ... leave me alone ... don't ever come back here!"
Chamberlain bit his lip confusedly. "Wendy ... Please...."
"Go away!" she cried. "Get out!" And she gathered up her slacks and panties and fled from the porch, her naked buttocks jiggling as she ran.
Chamberlain had no option but to do as she said. Three minutes later ... a little fearful at her unexpected reaction to what had happened, not knowing what to do himself, and knowing still less what Wendy might do ... he slid behind the wheel of his Lancia and drove quietly away.
When Bill and Lise came indoors ten minutes after that, dressed in their swimsuits once more, the house was silent and they had no inkling of the fact that they had been observed at their obscene love-play-or of what had happened on the porch between Bill's mother and Howard Chamberlain.
CHAPTER FIVE
Wendy lay half-naked on her bed in her locked room, staring sightlessly at the ceiling. She felt as though she was going insane. Only half an hour before, everything had been all right: she had met Howard Chamberlain after all these years, and he had shown an interest in her, been sufficiently solicitous, to banish all thought of the happenings of the night before. And then she had seen Bill out there and it had all come back, bitterly and completely, taking control of her flesh again. She lusted after her son, there was no denying it! She wanted him, wanted him in a physical way! And because of her sudden and inexplicable weakness, her sickness, she had allowed Howard to have her ... to fuck her from behind like two dogs coupling on the porch while they both watched the lewd and lascivious sight of Lise accepting her son's seed into her hungry, corrupt young mouth....
The horror of it was eating like a cancer into Wendy's fevered brain. She was beyond any help now, except perhaps that of a trained psychiatrist; there was no longer any point in deluding herself that things were all right, that she was sane and healthy, that everything would work out for the best. She loved her son so much that she wanted to have sex with him!
And adding fuel to the fire of this soul-shattering conflagration was the fact that Howard Chamberlain didn't really care for her, not deep down where it counted. He didn't love her. as a woman, and therefore he couldn't help her fight this terrible change that had taken place inside her. All he cared for was her body ... he had demonstrated that clearly enough by taking advantage of her down on the porch just now, by using her in her sickness for his own personal gratification ... Oh God, oh God, she was alone-so completely alone-with her guilt! And that total solitude was almost as frightening as the realization of what she had become....
She was trembling uncontrollably now. Unless she found some kind of immediate respite from the dark forces churning within her. she felt she would lose her mind. And then suddenly she remembered dimly the bottle of imported French cognac Barry had given her as a birthday present in one of their happier moments. Years later, it was still unopened, somewhere in the back of the closet....
Sobbing bitterly, the distraught young mother dragged herself from the bed and began rummaging desperately for the hidden bottle, throwing clothes and shoes and boxes pell-mell on the floor in her haste. Finally she found it in a carton packed with old Christmas cards and broke the seal with trembling fingers A moment later she had lifted the neck of the bottle to her mouth and the strong, fiery liquor was gurgling down her throat. She gasped for breath-and then drank again.
The spirit burned through her, beginning to calm her almost at once, as she was unused to its potency. A third time she drank, emptying almost half the liquor in the bottle, and then she staggered back to the bed and collapsed on its edge. She could feel it working inside her brain, taking the terrifying edge off her inner mortification. She was still trembling, still sobbing, but the overwhelming panic no longer gripped her.
She looked down at her naked lower body, her pubic hair still glistening with Chamberlain's ejaculation and her own orgasmic secretions, and then tore her blouse and brassiere off and flung herself down on the mattress to embrace the swirling numbness of mind induced by the
* * *
It was not until half an hour after he and Lise had come back to the house that Bill discovered his mother was home. They had drunk a beer together in the living-room, talking about the future, then two of Bill's school friends had telephoned, hearing he was back, to fix up a meeting for that evening. It was to be a stag, and Lise, a little reluctantly, had agreed that he should go alone. Then he had gone out to the front porch to get the evening paper ... and he had seen his mother's Mercury parked outside!
A pang of alarm raced through him. His mother hadn't returned since he and Lise had been inside, or they would have seen her. So she must have come back while they were out on the blanket in back. And if she had walked into the kitchen looking for them ... then out onto the rear porch ... a chill ran along his spine at the thought. Christ! If she had seen them ... He'd never be able to face her again! And what would she think of him? ... Why the hell hadn't he lived up to his own promises to make Lise keep her obscene advances until a more auspicious time!
But where was his mother? In her bedroom? She must be-if she had been anywhere else they would have seen her. But if she was in her bedroom, why was she there? The only reason he could think of was that she must have seen him and Lise, seen them and been shocked and horrified at the sight. Otherwise, why hadn't she let them know she was home?....
His palms sweating, he ran back inside and pounded up the stairs. Outside his mother's room, he took a deep breath, raised his hand and knocked on the door. "Mom?" he called. "Are you in there?"
Silence.
He twisted the handle, but the door was locked. Then rattling the handle, he called again, knocking louder. Finally, after what seemed a long time, a muffled voice answered from within: "Y-y-yes? ... What is it? What do you want, Bill?"
"Mom, why are you locked in your room? What's the matter? Is there something wrong?"
After another brief silence, his mother said: "No ... No, son, it's ... Everything is all right. It's just that I have a splitting headache, that's all."
"When did you get home?" Bill asked fearfully.
"Oh ... about ... about an hour ago, I guess.
I didn't ... didn't see you and Lise, so I came straight to my room. I ... get these migraines ... now and then."
Relief washed through Bill's body, leaving him weak. "Well, did you take something for the headache, Mom? Are you feeling better?"
"Yes, I took some tablets that I have," came the muffled answer. "I'm in bed now ... but I think I'd better stay there."
"Maybe you should see a doctor?"
"No! No, I'll be fine with just a little rest."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, Bill, I'm sure."
"If I can get you anything, you'll let me know, won't you?"
"I'll ... do that. Yes."
"Don't worry about supper," he said, his fright having been replaced by concern. "Lise and I can fix something from the refrigerator."
"All right."
"I was supposed to go out to see some of the guys tonight," he told her. "But if you're not feeling well, maybe I'd better cancel it."
"No, no ... please. You don't have to do that. You go ahead, son. I'll be fine."
"Well ... if you're positive that you'll be okay."
"Yes, yes, yes. You go on out and enjoy yourself."
"Lise will be here in any case. The evening's a stag."
Silence again. Then: "I won't be ... needing her."
"Well okay-but just in case," Bill insisted. And then he went back downstairs to tell the waiting German girl what he had learned.
Supper consisted of ham sandwiches and French fries with a tossed salad and blue cheese. While Bill secretly thought that Lise was nowhere near his mother's standard as a chef, he enjoyed the food and was lavish in his praise of Lise's abilities. She beamed happily, her blue yes sparkling in her tanned face.
A little later, freshly showered, shaved, and dressed in clean sports clothes-he had been careful to lock his own and the bathroom door in case Lise had any ideas!-he came down to the living room, where the German girl was watching television with the volume turned down. "Well, guess I'll be going now, honey," he said.
"Wow! Aren't we the handsome one!" she cooed possessively. "Have a nice time with the boys-and no flirting with any other girls, mind!"
"After this afternoon? You should worry!" Bill jested. And then he added: "Check in on my Mom later on, if you don't mind. Just to see that she's okay. But don't waken her if she's still asleep. I just knocked on her door and there was no reply, but it's unlocked now." Lise nodded and smiled her agreement.
"I'll be home early-around eleven or so, I guess."
* * *
It was pitch dark when Wendy awoke. At first she felt a strange sense of detachment and the shadowed, moonlit room seemed unfamiliar. She experienced a moment of utter panic, sitting up suddenly on the hot bed, looking wildly about her. But then, slowly, her mind began to clear, to emerge from the fog of sleep and liquor, and she realized where she was. And with the realization came the parallel one of guilt, horror and disgust....
She moaned in torment. The effects of the liquor had abated somewhat, leaving her with a splitting headache and a dry mouth. Automatically she reached out gropingly for the bottle of cognac on the nightstand. The sense of impending insanity was strong in her again and she had to deaden it as she had before, had to try and forget momentarily the frightening crisis which had sprung so suddenly into the forefront of her life. She drank deeply and the liquor burned as hot as it had before, working its numbing effect more rapidly since a great deal of it was still in Wendy's system.
In the half-world of reality and awareness, where the pain was only a dim glow and her surroundings were as imprecise, she might have been asleep for hours before the faint sound of the door opening penetrated the haze in her brain. She tried to open her eyes to see who had come in the room, but her lids seemed to be weighted, impossibly heavy. A shadowy figure approached the bed where she was lying nakedly sprawled, and as if from a great distance, a voice floated to her ears: "Mrs. Carter? How are you feeling now? Is there anything I can get you?"
"No ... "Wendy heard herself reply in a thick whisper. "Who...?"
"It's Lise. Are you sure...?"
"No!" the liquor-fogged young mother repeated more strongly. "No, no, no! ... Go away ... Get out of here ... bitch!"
"I beg your pardon?" the young blonde girl's voice said sharply.
"Damn you ... all your fault ... what you're doing to ... my son...."
"What am I doing to him?"
"Cor-Corrupting him! ... That's what you're doing! . ... Bitch!"
"What are you trying to say, Mrs. Carter! How can I corrupt him?"
If Wendy had been conscious, rational at that moment, she would not have answered the coldly expressed query. But drunk and soul-sick as she was the words welled out from her very core. She needed desperately to talk, to purge herself, and now she was not alone; now she had a listener! "Heard you and Bill ... last night," she mumbled alcoholically. "Heard what you were saying ... doing ... Then came home today and saw you ... backyard ... saw your mouth on him and-Oh God help me, I was with Howard Chamberlain, and I let him ... let him do it to me from behind, while we watched....
Lise could scarcely believe her ears. Was this the prim and proper Mrs. Carter talking? It seemed inconceivable to the young German blonde that the old lady had witnessed her blowing Bill today, and then had let some friend fuck her while they were watching ... and yet why should the woman tell her this if it wasn't true? Why else should she belying naked like this, in a room smelling like a booze factory?
Why else should she have decided to get herself boiled? And why else should she be calling Lise these names?
The lewdly smiling girl repressed a sadistic desire to laugh out loud. God, but this was the end! What would poor little Bill say if he suspected that his mother had seen him getting sucked off-and then let herself get fucked silly by some guy because she got excited by it? It would probably blow his mind! Of course she would never tell her fiance-she really was fond of Bill, even if he was a little square at times. She supposed she might tire of him some day, but that was for the future; right now, she loved him as much as she could ever love anybody. And his cock was one of the best she had ever had....
Lise licked her lips, staring down at the naked form of the drunken older woman on the bed. Wow! she thought. She really has a good body! Really fine titties and a flat belly ... and look at that soft black hair over her pussy! I never noticed before how well she's built! I wonder...?
The wanton young German girl felt a deep stirring in her loins, and her clitoris began to tingle with the onset of desire. It had been more than eight months now since she had had the opportunity to make it with a woman-and although she really preferred a hot, hard masculine body to the soft caresses and heated tongue of another girl, the touch of a female, the feel in her arms and under her lips, was a fantastically exciting experience for her....
She stared with bright eyes at the naked, gleaming flesh of her boyfriend's mother. Did she dare try anything? the thought was wildly exhilarating-but if Mrs. Carter woke up and caught her and then told Bill? ... Damn! Should she or shouldn't she? Rationally, the hot-blooded young blonde knew that she shouldn't yet the more she thought about it, the more excited she became. Lord, but it would be a funny joke against Mrs. Carter! So she thought Lise had corrupted her son, did she? ... Well, what if she herself was "corrupted"? It would be something to giggle at for years to come!
Suddenly Lise knew she was going to try it. Her pussy was on fire at the salacious thought, and so now it was either that or using her finger on herself in the bedroom ... and this would be so much better! She knew a way she might work it too, with Mrs. Carter in the state she was in-drunk and distraught, needing a confidante and a friend....
"Mrs. Carter?" Lise intoned softly. "Are you still awake?"
"Unnhhh?" Wendy moaned softly. "Go away ... go away ... leave me alone!....
"Mrs. Carter ... Mom ... you're wrong about me. I'm not your enemy: I am your friend. Do you understand? I'm your friend. "
"No ... no ... Let me be!"
"Yes, Mom, I'm your friend. I want to help you. I don't like to see you hurt. I love Bill as much as you do-we're very close, you see. We both love Bill and we're very, very close friends ... "
Wendy tried to reject the insistent soft voice, but the key words it breathed remained: ... friend. ... Bill ... Mom ... very close ... She didn't want the lascivious German girl as her friend, yet now she desperately needed a friend! If she had been in full control of her faculties, she would undoubtedly still have repulsed Lise's advances ... but she was miserable and she was drunk, so she embraced the girl and the soothing things she was saying. "I ... I'm sick ... I need help...." she managed to murmur.
"Sure, Mom. I know you do," the evil-minded blonde whispered, repressing a lewd grin that threatened to twist her mouth. "And I'll help you, I promise. Just lie back and relax. I'll take care of you."
Carefully she sat down on the edge of the bed beside the prone and naked mother. Wendy's lips moved but no words issued from her mouth. She could only lie there, eyes shut, tears squeezing past the closed lids. Dimly she felt one of her hands being lifted from the covers and stroked tenderly between two very soft palms. "We're very close, Mom; we're friends," Lise's voice said from far, far away. "You're beautiful and I love you, Mom...."
"Mom!...." Wendy repeated mechanically. "Bill, darling...." Her mind was churning with torment, in an alcoholic haze, and since Bill had been the object of all her thoughts recently-and of all her pain-her subconscious began to equate her son's girlfriend's use of the word "Mom" with Bill's own ... began to transform the faintly heard voice of Lise into that of Bill ... changed the presence beside her from feminine to masculine ... from Lise to her beloved son . ."Bill ... Oh, I love you, my Bill...."
"And I love you, Mom," Lise whispered and she knew in that moment that she had correctly guessed the full story behind this woman's possessive love for her son. She's got a yen for him! Damn if she doesn't want to go to bed with Billy-Boy herself! That has to be it-otherwise why would she get all turned on today and let some guy fuck her while she was watching me suck off her precious boy? She got all horny looking at her son's cock! ... And she probably wished it was her out there blowing him!....
Lise fought down a triumphant chuckle. This was going to work out perfectly! All she had to do was convince Mrs. Carter that she really was Bill, and the woman would spread her legs pretty damned quick! Later, when she woke up, she would think the whole deal was some kind of sexy dream brought on by the cognac she'd drunk working on the lust she felt for her own son! She wouldn't believe it had really happened-she dare not! And that would put Lise absolutely in the clear. She could seduce Bill's mother the way she was now without her ever knowing it!....
"I'm going to caress you, Mom," Lise whispered huskily. "I'm going to stroke your beautiful body, Mom, your lovely soft white skin. I've loved your body for a long time ... I've loved it a long, long time and I've wanted to touch it. Mom, wanted to caress it...."
Bill? Is that you, darling Bill? ... Darling, you r mustn't talk to me like that! ... Why are you talking to me that way? ... Oooooohh! Don't touch me! Please don't touch me! I want you to-but I'm afraid of what I'll do! Please Bill, please....
But even as the disjointed, tormenting thoughts struggled for recognition in Wendy's reeling mind, Lise's hands began to move slowly up and down her soft white arms, across her smooth shoulders, along her sides. Then they were trailing with tingling tenderness around the distraught mother's firm, taut breasts as they rose and fell with her agitated breathing.
The German blonde's eyes were hot with desire as she drank in the beauty of the older woman's fleshy curves. Her cunt flowered with passion and the nipples of her ripely swelling breasts hardened into taut rubbery buds. She moistened her lips as she continued to slide her hands sensuously, tenderly over the beautifully preserved body of Wendy Carter, knowing that she was totally in command of the situation now, that she would soon possess this fine body in her own special way....
Her hands circled Wendy's breasts and she saw the nipples rise under her intimate manipulations, growing firm and hard as she brushed her fingertips first across one and then the other, trailing her hand afterwards up to Bill's mother's shoulders again as the lovely brunette stirred restlessly under her touch.
Bill is touching my breasts! Bill ... my son ... Ooooooh, God no! Stop it! Stop it! ... But it's so nice, so good-Oooooooh, please help me, God, I'm sick, so sick....
"Bill," she moaned aloud. "Oh. Bill...."
Grinning lewdly, the salaciously stroking blonde eased her fingers over Wendy's shoulders and arms and sides, over her breasts and turgid nipples once more, and then allowed them to slide down across her smooth glistening belly to touch the first downy strands of dark pubic hair, moving her hands around and over Wendy's naked hips, and then bringing them inexorably up again. The drink-fogged young mother moaned, her hips beginning to undulate gently on the covers. Then Lise's long brown middle finger parted the moistly pulsating crevice between the older woman's legs, parted it gently, and then touched the tip of her clitoris, bringing it swiftly erect as she tenderly stroked the swollen bud of flesh. Wendy's hips at once began to grind more freely on the mattress her dazed mind filled with mounting passion and incoherent thoughts of her son....
With her free hand, Lise feverishly stripped herself naked, still caressing the semi-conscious mother's clitoris, and dropped her clothes on the floor at the foot of the bed. Then, panting hotly, she leaned forward and ran her lips over Wendy's, flicking her hot tongue abandonedly out as the fires of perverse lust seethed through her naked flesh. Dreamily, one of Wendy's arms came up and wrapped itself around her neck, and Lise's tongue began to saw insanely in and out of Wendy's open mouth as her slender middle finger slid with an ever-increasing speed up and down the lovely young mother's vaginal slit, which was rapidly moistening with arousal. "Love you, Mom ... Love you, love you, love you...."
Bill ... Bill ... This is wrong! It's wrong for you to kiss me this way! Wrong for you to touch me this way ... But I don't care! What's the use of lying? ... Bill ... Bill, I love you! I want you! My son ... Oh, my God, my son! Love me, Bill ... kiss me and touch me and love me!....
Her mind thus wrestling with her forbidden desire, Wendy abandoned herself to the teasing ministrations on her naked flesh which she thought were being performed by her son. Flares of burning passion swirled and soared within her; her tongue met and fused with Lise's tongue buried deep in her mouth; her hands locked around the young blonde's neck, pulling her down on the bed and causing a low moan of ecstasy to escape from her lips. The passion Wendy felt now was ten times stronger than it had been earlier in the day when she had allowed Chamberlain to take her ... now it was burning out of control because she thought she was being loved by Bill, her son!
Lise stretched out quickly beside the moaning, undulating mother, moving against her, feeling her own desire seethe hot and strong and eager. Then she moved her mouth away from Wendy's and began to kiss the swollen areolas of her breasts, now dipping down over the smooth, sweat-slick coolness of the writhing young mother's belly, lower still until she was breathing hotly, excitedly into the silky darkness of Wendy's musky pussy mound.
Her stroking hands followed her head, over Wendy's heaving breasts, down her sides and then on to the rounded alabaster smoothness of her thighs. With tender pressure she parted the woman's unresisting limbs, drawing her legs wide apart to reveal the moistly flowering pinkness of her vaginal slit. Lise began to implant hot wet kisses through the softly curling growth of pubic hair, her tongue extended like a red-hot poker as she squirmed her body lower and lower on the rumpled sheets, mouth and tongue seeing the quivering bud of Wendy's clitoris.
When the German girl's tongue came in contact with the wetly heated nub of flesh, Wendy-her breath shuddering between her teeth and her brain whirling with raging desire at the forbidden electric touch-brought up her hands to cup the soft sweating face of the naked girl, pulling it tighter up into her steaming loins. Lise's sharp little teeth took the throbbing clitoral button between them, nipping it gently while her tongue circled lasciviously around it in continuous swirls, and Wendy cried out sharply, her buttocks beginning to thrash madly on the bed with the waves of delicious desire consuming her loins.
Bill! ... Bill, this is wrong, it's wrong for you to kiss me this way, your own mother! But I love it ... I love the feeling of your mouth on me-kissing me between the legs the way Barry did when we were first married! Don't stop, darling, don't stop until I cum with your tongue inside me ...
She was past all caring now about anything but the overwhelming forces of love and desire for her son in her love-starved body. Her head began to flail from side to side on the pillow, and Lise moved her tongue downward along the smooth, hot, wet slit of Wendy's cunt to the throbbing hair-fringed opening of the lovely mother's vagina. She began orally to fuck her, sliding her hotly muscled tongue far up into Wendy's clasping cuntal passage, reveling in the unintelligible whimpers crooning from her helpless victim's lips.
Lise pushed Wendy's thighs back toward her chest, so that her calves hung over the German girl's shoulders and her hips were raised half off the bed, the whole hair-lined length of her vaginal furrow upturned to her ravisher's slavering face. And as Wendy's ass-cheeks jerked convulsively beneath Lise's spearing tongue she cried out wildly: "Bill! Aaaahhhh, Bill!" and this caused the now insanely aroused young girl to step up her slavering at the hotly secreting furrow. She drew the hot wet tongue out suddenly, then brought it lashing downward to the secret, puckered ring of Wendy's anus.
The passion-and liquor-stupefied young mother sucked in her breath with a moaning gasp, flinging her loins up to Lise's face as the young blonde brought her tongue into seething wet contact with the forbidden anal opening, thrusting it into the tight little hole, splitting it wide to accept her lewd intrusion. Her body quivered uncontrollably beneath the overpowering assault, shuddering with torrent after torrent of the sensual delight that had seized control of it....
Lise knew that she was going to cum very soon, for the taste of Wendy's pussy in her working mouth, the taste and pungent odor of the older woman's tight little ass-hole, had combined to bring her near the brink of orgasm. It was better than she had expected! Much better! Oh God, it was wonderful! She spread her legs wide, slipped her right hand down between them, cupping and squeezing her own hot wet cunt. Then her middle finger found her aching clitoris, began to stroke it feverishly as she withdrew her tongue from Wendy's palpitating anus and returned it to the fiery wet depths of the lovely mother's copiously flowing cunt. She wanted desperately to cum, for she sensed her boyfriend's mother was near to climax herself. Faster and faster the girl's finger moved on her own clitoris as the heat of her impending release churned wildly, crazily through her flesh....
Wendy writhed and moaned from the delicious hot licking of her wet vaginal furrow, and her hands were convulsive on Lise's face, her thighs trembling madly and clenching the young blonde German deep between them, pressing the girl's slaving face harder against her seething loins. She wanted to cum! She had to cum! It was Bill down there! ... Bill kissing her! ... Bill, Bill, Bill....
And all of a sudden Wendy climbed the last pinnacle and her climax was on her. Her entire body convulsed and her neck muscles stood out like wires as the long hot tongue of the lewdly sucking girl continued to slide hot and hard into the depths of her pussy. Her face twisted into a lust-contorted grimace and she cried wildly: "Aaaaagghhhhh! I'm cumming! ... Bill, darling-I'm cumming, I'm cumming!"
Her body spasmed galvanically as the orgasm flamed through her flesh, her heart slamming insanely against her ribs, her mind awash with the flaming pleasure of her release.
Lise felt the older woman cumming, quivered under the convulsing of her gripping limbs, tasted the acrid heat of her flowing orgasmic juices-and felt her own climax rippling through her naked flesh. Her finger worked like a mad dervish on her clitoris as wave after wave of delirious, ecstatic relief shuddered through her while she continued to piston her ravishing tongue far up into the wet. fiery channel of her future mother-in-law's cunt.
"Aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh!" she gurgled rapturously.
"Oooooooooooolhhhhhhhhhh!" Wendy cried in ecstatic unison.
And then it was over and Lise's mouth and tongue gradually slowed down their obscenely delightful probings between the trembling mother's legs. The orgasm ebbed slowly for Wendy, leaving her mind heavy with torpor-and even though the ragged remnants of her conscious mind attempted to assemble themselves into some semblance of sanity, the combination of orgasm and alcohol refused to allow it. She slipped further and further down beneath the blanket of oblivion covering her brain-and then she exhaled a deep, tremulous sigh and passed into a half-comatose sleep.
She never felt the soft fingers removing her fingers from Lise's hair, levering them gently away; she never felt the German girl raise her wetly smiling countenance from between her plundered thighs; she never felt the soft, tender kiss the young blonde planted directly-almost insolently-on her moistly swollen cunt lips before she slipped off the bed and gathered her clothes from the floor. She never heard the mocking, whispered goodnight which her son's lovely young blonde girlfriend uttered in the darkness, or the quiet laughter which was convulsing Lise as she stole out into the hallway and eased the door shut.
Wendy, satiated and unconscious now, knew only that every fiber of her being was bursting with love for her son ... and that what she imagined had taken place with him during the past half hour was somehow, in some way all right....
CHAPTER SIX
The man standing on the front porch when Lise went to answer the bell at a quarter of ten was tall, distinguished looking, about the age of Bill's mother-and extremely handsome. He wore a suit but no tie and his smoke-blue eyes were just glazed enough for Lise to know that he had been drinking. "My name is Howard Chamberlain," he said. "I'd like to see Mrs. Carter if she's at home."
"She's home," Lise said, "but she's in bed asleep right now."
"Oh ... I see." He hesitated, his eyes hot on the tautly jutting front of the German girl's blouse. He'd had some young cunt in his life--some really fine young cunt-but damned few of them were anywhere near as good as this one looked! Jesus, but she had a pair of tits-and an ass-on her! One of the reasons he had gotten so turned on this afternoon was looking at her naked in the back yard, sucking the cock of Wendy's son like an old pro! She had been around all right, that one! She knew all the tricks! Christ, but he'd like to stuff it up her hot little belly at this very moment! ... But what was the point, getting hot pants for young Bill's girl? He had to keep it cool, remember why he had come back here to the Carter house at this late hour.
He had stopped for a couple of drinks at a cocktail bar on his way home after he had left that afternoon. And the more he thought about his wildly successful seduction of Wendy after all these years-and her hysterical rejection of him afterward-the more he became afraid of what she might do as a result. If she was that screwed up, she might even blow her stack and call the cops, hollering rape! He didn't really think she would ... but if she did-and being a respected citizen, her complaint would be treated seriously-the cops would check him out and find out about the L.A. mess ... the thought brought cold sweat out on his forehead. Or she might put the boy, Bill, down on him and that could mean trouble too-for Howard Chamberlain was a lover, not a fighter! In the long run, he thought, the best thing he could do would be to go back and try to talk to his old girl friend ... smooth things over ... maybe feed her a line of crap about losing his head that afternoon, just as she had done. Maybe, if he played it right, he could even pick up with her right where they left off, for one taste of her naked was not enough to satisfy him truly after all these years....
Lise watched the changing expressions on his face with a half smile. She could read the lust in his eyes as easily as a book. Howard Chamberlain-she thought to herself-wasn't that the name Mrs. Carter mentioned? ... the guy she allowed to fuck her while she watched me and Bill? Sure ... sure it was! Well, the old lady has better taste than I gave her credit for! ... I wouldn't mind letting her boyfriend fuck me either, come to that!....
"I'm Lise Kraul," she announced, her eyes sparkling as she basked in the obvious admiration he had for her ripe young femininity. "Bill's ... girl friend?"
"Why yes-how did you know?"
"Oh ... I know lots of things," Chamberlain said with an easy grin.
"I'll just bet you do!" Lise laughed. She flicked her tongue suggestively over her swollen lips, her smoky eyes moving over his body. She could feel excitement building within her-and the beginnings of an idea. It was blatantly
I evident that Chamberlain was a cocksman ... and as blatantly obvious that he was struck by her beauty and would like nothing better than to fuck her then and there. And the voluptuously smiling girl was toying with the idea of letting him do just that!
Why not? she thought. She'd gotten away with one lewd exciting escapade that evening-why not make it two in a row? She'd seduced Wendy Carter-why not seduce her lover too? Bill wouldn't be home for almost two hours ... and it would be a fantastic memory to treasure!
"Would you like to come inside, Mr. Chamberlain, for a drink?" she inquired sweetly.
His gaze swept across her face. Why was she inviting him in if Wendy was asleep and Bill was out? He couldn't figure it ... unless she-Holy Christ! Did she find him as sexually attractive as he found her? Did she want him to fuck her as badly as he wanted to fuck her? He'd known some young chicks in his time who were that impulsive-and from what he'd seen of her that afternoon, the hot-blooded young blonde could very well be that way! He cleared his throat. "Thanks, Lise, I'd love to," he said huskily.
She led him inside, sat him down in the living room and went into the kitchen to fix him a Scotch. As she returned, she stopped with the glass in her hand and said impishly: "Did you enjoy watching Bill and me on the lawn this afternoon, Howard? Did you enjoy what we were doing on the blanket?"
Chamberlain almost choked on the cigarette he was lighting. "You ... you know that I ...?" he spluttered.
"Of course I do," Lise chuckled. "I know what you and Wendy did too, while you were watching. It must have been exciting for you-seeing me suck Bill's cock while you fucked! Didn't you think so?"
Chamberlain stared at her, stared at her impudent smile and flashing eyes, hardly believing his ears. Christ, but she was a wanton if ever there was one! She exuded pure animal sex every time she walked, moved, spoke. He felt his cock jerk into sudden, instant stiffness, as if it was straining for release from its cloth prison. The palms of his hands itched, and he had to fight to keep from reaching out to grab her there and then. "How ... how did you find out?" he asked huskily. "How did you know?"
"Oh ... I know lots of things!" Lise mimicked with a wicked grin.
"Why tell me that you know?"
"Why do you think?"
"Look, baby...." Chamberlain stopped, aware that she was staring directly at the bulge of his erectly rising penis in his pants.
"That's a lovely hard-on you have there!" Lise whispered, turning off one light.
He flushed and his cock jerked slightly again at her obscene words. "Damn you!" he snapped. "What are you trying to do? Get me hot for you? Okay, you little bitch, I'm hot for you! Plenty hot!"
"Well, what do you intend to do about it?" Lise asked mockingly.
"Right now-nothing. But-"
"Why not right now?" the German girl interrupted, turning off the television.
"For Christ's sake! Here? With Wendy asleep in another room...?"
"She won't wake up," Lise assured him. "And Bill's out with friends-he won't be back for hours."
He stared at her. "You mean ... you want me to...?"
"Fuck me!" Lise said passionately, extinguishing the last light in the living room. "Yes, that's just what I want you to do! I want you to fuck me with that big hard-on that I can see!" And she reached out her hand and touched the throbbing bulge....
Chamberlain almost leaped off the couch he was sitting on in a convulsive reaction to her electric touch on his penis, encased though it was. She stroked it lightly, tantalizingly, sliding closer to him, increasing the rhythm of her caresses. Her breasts pressed softly, hotly against his arm; her lips found his jawline, traced a pattern upward along his cheeks, and then over to search for his mouth. Her tongue trailed a path of liquid fire across the skin of his face as her hand continued to rub his already swollen and rigid cock. "You want to fuck me, don't you ... Howard?" she breathed. "In the ass-now wouldn't that be nice? You'd like to fuck me in the ass, wouldn't you, Howard?"
"Yes!" Chamberlain heard himself moan in reply to the wanton young blonde's forbidden invitation. "Jesus, yes, yes, yes!"
"Then what are you waiting for? Stand up and take your pants off! Let me see your cock ... I want to see how big it is. Show it to me, and then I'll get naked and you can fuck me from behind the way we both want it!"
Now totally under the spell of this captivating wanton, he rose to his feet mechanically and obeyed. He stepped out of his trousers to face her, his cock thick and fully expanded, standing out at a forty-five degree angle from his loins, rock-hard and fiery red up to the wrinkled collar of skin under the thick purplish blood-engorged head.
"It's beautiful!" Lise breathed. "It's perfect! I can't wait for that to be up inside me! Just let me get naked for you...." Quickly she peeled off the blouse and shorts that she was wearing, stripped off her panties and brassiere and stood naked before him, running her glistening tongue over her sensually full lips.
"Goddamn, you're a lovely little bitch!" Chamberlain murmured. He stared at her richly swelling breasts, the bared splendor of her loins, her finely proportioned legs and the tawny triangle of her pubic mound hiding the swollen pink petals of her cunt below. With a low moan, he stepped forward and pulled her into his arms, his mouth covering hers, tongue sawing between her lips as if it was his cock pistoning wildly into her tender young cunt. One hand cupped her left breast, squeezing the firm resilient flesh, his thumb rolling maddeningly across the road, distended perfection of its peak. His other hand slipped down between them to part the sensitive lips of her wetly flowering pussy, the middle finger easing itself into the softly pulsating moistness to elicit a low mewl of approval from her throat.
Chamberlain's mouth dropped to cover one fire-hard nipple, and he began to suck like a child at the hotly throbbing tip. Lise's entire body was enveloped in a searing flame of lust. She began undulating her hips frenziedly against the probing finger sliding up and down inside her hotly secreting cuntal furrow. Reaching down to grasp his cock in her hand, she drew the slick wet head teasingly across her belly, leaving a sticky trail of moisture in its wake, pressing the knob hard into the indentation of her belly button, then sliding it lower so that it traced a path through the soft thin strands of her pubic hair. He moaned at the tickling contact of the softly teasing curls with the swollen head of his cock, and his finger began to piston in and out of her tight young cunt with increased fervor.
"Howard, sweetie-I can't wait any longer!" Lise gasped. "I want you to fuck me now! I want to feel that cock deep inside my ass, way up in my belly! Put it into me ... fuck me now!"
Her lascivious words probed at the older man's brain like a white-hot firebrand. He moaned in wanton abandon, dragging the quivering young blonde down onto the rug, his cock leaping like a wild thing at the thought of what she wanted him to do. Lise kneeled her sweat-gleaming body on all fours as he crawled up on his hands and knees, drawing her hips up to him so that the full splendor of her firmly rounded young buttocks was presented to his leering gaze. His hard thick cock almost touched the tiny, rhythmically working lips of the beautiful young blonde's anus as he planted both hands on the firmly quivering moons of her buttocks, using his thumbs to pull the hotly perspiring crevice between them wide apart, the glistening mounds splaying to reveal the tiny rubbery opening of her brownly puckered nether ring. He leaned forward so that the hard fleshy tip of his penis rested against the small, now totally defenseless hole then moved his hips to tease his aching member along the softly yielding crevice, poising it finally at her cringing anal opening.
"Ooooggghh! That's it! That's where to put it!" Lise urged him on masochistically. "Put it in, Howard; fill my ass-hole with your cock! Fuck me; hurt me with it!"
Chamberlain needed no further encouragement. His lust-filled eyes glazed over; then with a brutal forward lunge, he crammed his desire-hardened cock-head through the tiny, momentarily resisting mouth and bored the thick rigid shaft far up into her tight, eager rectal passage, plowing through all resistance to bury it almost to the hilt with a single thrust!
"Aarrrgghh!" Yes! Yesss, do it!" Lise groaned.
Clutching hard at the helplessly squirming young girl's hips as she gasped aloud, he flexed again and lunged deeper still into the depths of her rectum, deeper into the hot forbidden ass-hole of this enticing young girl friend of Wendy's son. The pressure jolted her forward and he reached under her bucking body to cup and knead her swaying breasts, savagely tweaking their swollen nipples as he heaved forward with long plunging strokes of his cock, the rubbery circle of her anus expanding before his lustfully invading rod....
* * *
Bill Carter felt a slight sense of disappointment warring with the euphoria permeating his mind as he sent the mercury rocketing along the quiet dark streets of Livingston. He'd had two sticks of pot and six beers with his old school buddies and his thoughts were dizzily, happily floating. But the evening had broken up too early-Pete Bramley had passed out cold, and Ed Dunkin had offered to drive him home, promising to see Bill later in the week. It was still barely ten o'clock-damned Pete never could hold his liquor-but Bill decided to go on home just the same. He had a beautiful, passionate girl waiting for him, so what was the point fooling around anywhere else? Maybe, if his Mom was okay and Lise was willing, he'd take her up that old lovers' lane and really throw it to her in the back seat of the car!
He put the car in the garage and let himself into the kitchen through the side door. All the lights were out except the TV lamp in the living room, and he figured that Lise was still watching some program or other-which was just fine. The half-stoned young man was reaching for the light switch when he noticed the odd panting sounds which seemed to be coming from the living room. He frowned. What the hell was that? The TV? If it was, Lise must be watching some pretty weird program! ... On an impulse, he crossed the darkened kitchen without turning on the light and slipped into the living room.
For a moment his eyes blinked rapidly, trying to accustom themselves to the semi-gloom since the television wasn't on. And then, even with the haze of beer and marijuana in his brain, he focused on what was transpiring on the rug in front of the hearth ... on the sight of two plunging naked bodies there ... on the astonishing sight of some man-was it Howard Chamberlain, his mother's old friend?-lewdly fucking the ass of ... of ...
Oh, Jesus Christ ... no! NO!
He couldn't believe what he saw. He put out his hand blindly as his vision clouded, leaning his weight against the wall by the door. Lise, his almost bride ... Lise being sodomized, receiving every hard, painful inch of a handsome older man's rampaging penis in her tightly constricted anus! He just couldn't believe it! ... He rubbed the sweat from his bleary eyes with his free hand, blinked and stared again at the obscenely carnal sight his brain was refusing to recognize. But there was no mistaking it this time ... it was true, it was horribly, terribly, impossibly true!
He stared wide-eyed at the twisting form of his nakedly writhing girl friend as she screwed her ass-cheeks back on the savagely thrusting pole of male hardness plundering her rectum, her face contorted with ecstasy and glee. He couldn't even pretend it was some bizarre form of rape or something: she was actually, evidently enjoying it!
The shocked and shattered young veteran fought to clear his wildly swirling thoughts, to clear his mind of the haziness induced by his consumption of beer and pot, to find some rational explanation for the inexplicable. But he could think of no answer; he could only stare as if hypnotized at the rutting intruder fucking long and hard up into his fiancee's wide-stretched anus from behind, at the lovely tanned buttocks of the German girl gyrating, twisting, slamming backward against the jack-hammering cock as she reveled in the alien presence shafting into her belly. Dimly, he knew she should rush forward, tear Chamberlain away from Lise, hit the sonofabitch, beat him to a bloody pulp with his fists, kill him and kill Lise too for what she had allowed to happen. She was a whore; she was nothing but a little tramp-and he'd been blind to it all along!
But even though he realized all this, perversely he was unable to move; it was as though his legs were no longer part of him, unresponsive to the commands of his brain. She's so beautiful! The hot little bitch is so beautiful! he thought confusedly as he stared at the soft litheness of Lise's obscenely squirming body in the pale light of the street lamps coming in the windows. Why ... goddamn it, why did she have to do this to me? Oh God, oh God, I loved her, I loved that wonderful body of hers ... I loved those smooth round buttocks, those big soft hot breasts swaying there ... that warm wet pussy ... even her ass-hole with another man's cock sunk in it ... I loved her! ... I loved to fuck her!....
Suddenly, insanely, his own cock began to stir and throb crazily in his pants, to rise slowly into erection as he gazed at the scene of animal lust before him. No, no-he couldn't be getting excited ... he couldn't! And yet he was ... Staring with wild eyes at Lise panting and moaning and undulating, her lovely breasts swaying wantonly, her mouth open and her eyes closed, he knew suddenly what he wanted! He knew exactly what he wanted to do right then more than anything else in the world....
He wanted to fuck Lise!
He wanted to join in the lewd salaciousness of which she was a part!
Drink-fogged and pot-blurred, he lurched forward with an inarticulate cry, his heart thudding frenziedly in his laboring chest, his body trembling with desire, his eyes two fiery pits of lust. He couldn't help himself ... He couldn't ...!
Chamberlain was the first to see him, just as he was ramming his long thick cock an extra long way into the hotly clasping bowels of the lovely young girl he was sodomizing. He froze in mid-stroke, his eyes protruding with shock. Holy Christ! It's ... it's Bill! It's Wendy's boy! And he looks half crazy, standing there, staring like some avenging angel! ... Panic welled up inside Chamberlain: he wanted to pull his cock from the naked girl's tightly grasping ass-hole and get the hell out of there! But he couldn't move; he could only stare himself at the sweating contorted features of the young man only a few feet away from him and curse himself for a prick to have allowed the hot little bitch to have seduced him, to have allowed his passion to outweigh his judgment. The boy was going to get violent, he knew it!
Lise was slower to realized that they were not alone in the room any longer-but then, as she felt the older man freeze behind her, his cock standing rigid and unmoving in her tightly clenched anal channel, his fingers dug painfully into her hungrily rotating buttocks, her eyes fluttered open and her head swiveled around ... to see Bill standing there. She saw him and her entire body went as rigid as the cock of Chamberlain while a cold chill shuddered her spine. Oh God! she thought in shocked horror. Oh God, no! It can't be Bill-he can't be home already! He can't catch me out-he can't see me being fucked this way by a stranger! ... Oh, damn, damn, damn! Why did I have to press my luck? Why couldn't I have been satisfied with his mother?
And even as these confused thoughts raced through her brain, the lustfully coupled German girl realized that her foolish decision to allow Howard Chamberlain to sodomize her had completely destroyed her relationship with Bill Carter. She could see it in his eyes, the hatred and contempt there mingled with something else that she could not as yet define. "Bill!" she blurted out, raising a beseeching hand toward him. "Oh, Bill...."
"You little bitch!" he said in a dead, flat voice. "You dirty little bitch!"
"Take it ... take it easy, kid!" Chamberlain said fearfully from his undignified kneeling position behind her. "Don't ... do anything stupid! "
The handsome young veteran swayed, his mouth working, and took a step forward, his hands clenching and unclenching at his sides. It was then that Lise's widely staring eyes registered the bulge along his right leg. He had a hard-on! He was excited ... that was the other expression in his eyes! Her mind raced. The way his face looked, there was no telling what he might do next ... maybe even go insane, run into the kitchen, grab a knife ... she gave an inward shudder at the thought of cold steel ripping through her flesh. She had to do something, anything, to divert Bill's thoughts from the rage and vengeance obviously whirling inside him now. And if he was as aroused as that, there was one sure way to do just that....
"Bill ... Bill sweetie ... please try to understand; I couldn't help myself. I ... I lost my head!" she breathed. She opened her lips wide, ran her tongue over their bee-stung softness. "I've been a bad girl, a wicked naughty girl! I know! But look at my mouth, Bill, my hot soft mouth! Why don't you fuck me in the mouth as a punishment, humiliate me with your cock, prove what a slut I am? ... Remember this afternoon, Bill! ... Come to me and let me suck you like I did this afternoon; I want you fucking up inside my mouth while I get fucked in back ... you and Howard, both of you fucking me at the same time, to prove what a bitch I really am!...."
Her lewd, lascivious words ripped like a lightning flash through Bill's fevered, tormented mind; his cock jerked hotly and he could feel heat spiraling through his balls. As always, her obscene dialogue was driving him to a fever-pitch of lust. The dirty bitch, he thought mesmerically. I hate her and yet I want her! I want to fuck her! She's right ... yes, she's right! I want to put my cock in her mouth and prove what a disgusting little whore she really is ... fuck her at the same time as Chamberlain ... spew my cum all over her lovely face....
And in that moment Bill knew he was going to do it. Under the mingled influence of shock, hatred, passion, beer and marijuana, the irrational decision blocked all other considerations from his mind; in that moment he no longer knew where he was, why Chamberlain was there or whether his mother was still sleeping in her room. All he cared about was punishing Lise, fucking her, blowing his hot build-up of cum into her mouth, covering her treacherous face with his fiery sperm....
He tore at his trousers, dragging them down, ripping off his undershorts. His cock sprang out thick and hard, jutting angrily from his slender loins. With a groan of hatred, of sheer animal lust, he moved forward and guided his penis toward the kneeling German girl's open mouth.
Behind her, Chamberlain gazed in fascination at the advancing boy and thought, Holy Jesus! He's going to do it! He's going to fuck her at the same time as me! I can't believe it-I thought he was going to do something crazy! ... The obscene prospect released the rigidity of his body, and he began once again to move his loins as fresh tides of passion flooded through him. His cock plowed with renewed frenzy deep, deep into Lise's distended anus, his balls slapping wetly against her hotly secreting pussy below.
The girl too began to tremble with renewed surges of lust. She had never had two cocks inside her before-and suddenly the idea of it was more than just a way of protecting herself ... it was a mind-blowing experience that she found wildly, fantastically appealing! She opened her mouth and took the hard wet length of the tormented young man's pulsating cock between her warm moist lips, tasting the bittersweet flavor of his seminal fluid as she had so often before, feeling the heavy bloated cock-head thrusting in against the back of her throat as Bill made gurgling sounds of lust in his throat.
Acutely aware of Chamberlain's pile-driving penis burrowing frenziedly in and out of her wide-stretched asshole, she began to suck Bill with agonizing expertise, running her tongue wetly around the slippery tip of his cock, her head pumping abandonedly to and fro, slavishly licking every veined inch of the thrusting fleshy staff, sucking harder and harder as Bill's pelvis slammed viciously forward, adding his own lurching undulations to her pistoning head so that mouth and cock were fucking as one, like a well-oiled machine-with its reciprocating unit represented by the older man slamming savagely in and out of her ass.
She began mewling and moaning like a demented animal, totally abandoned to the wonderful feeling of two cocks sunk deep within her either end, about to flood her, drown her, consume her with hotly gushing semen! Her tightly clenched rectum ground more wildly now around Chamberlain's penis; her lips clasped more desperately around Bill's. Her own orgasm was building and she knew it wouldn't, couldn't be long now....
* * *
Wendy Carter awoke suddenly, sitting up in bed and blinking into the dark. Her heart hammered crazily in her chest and her head was splitting with some intense inner pressure. She gasped for breath as she remembered the dream she had had-the dream in which her son had come to her, spoken softly to her, caressed her and then ... Oh God! Then he had begun to kiss her body, kissing her breasts and her stomach and finally kissing her between the legs, sliding his long hot tongue deep into her pussy, making her cum....
Oh God! It was only a dream ... only a dream ... but it seemed so vivid, so real! Perhaps I did actually cum-my pussy feels wet now! I wanted it to be true so badly that maybe I actually experienced an orgasm thinking about Bill, my own son, licking me between my legs....
Wendy began to tremble, sitting there naked on the sweat-soaked bedclothes. The effects of the liquor she had consumed had worn off with sleep and now the terrible guilt and fear was back with her again. What was she going to do? What was she going to do? Each time she awoke to reality, the perverse violent desires seemed to be stronger within her; with each passing minute she seemed to want her son more and more, so much so that now she was having vivid wet dreams in which she imagined his hot young mouth pressed against her eagerly flowering vaginal lips, his tongue worming around deep in the soft warm yearning channel which had borne him....
A broken sob escaped her mouth. There was no denying it, no lessening the magnitude of it; she loved her son in such a way that she would not be satisfied until she possessed his body! Until she felt his penis deep inside her, his virile young sperm spurting hot and thick into her womb! Until he became her lover as well as her son! And she couldn't control herself, couldn't stop the terrible wicked thoughts churning through her mind. God help her, some day she might even make those thoughts known to Bill, might even try in her overwhelming passion to seduce him into her bed-and then he would look at her with disgust and contempt, would hate her, would hate his own mother....
Wendy knew then that she could never let that happen. It was one thing to desire Bill secretly-the pain of that was frightening enough-but actually to lose control of oneself and let him know about her unnatural desire was something else again. And because she couldn't guarantee that it wouldn't happen if she was to go on living, there was only one thing for her to do, only one avenue of escape from the horrible emotions and lusts burning within her.
She had to end her wretched life, to save Bill from the shame of realizing what she had become.
She had to commit suicide!
Suddenly she saw it as the only way out. She had a bottle of sleeping pills in the bathroom ... it would be quick and painless ... she would die peacefully, be rid of the torments now seething within her ... Sure, it would be difficult for Bill, but only at first-after he forgot her, he would make a fine life for himself ... Yes, she had to do it for Bill!
Sobbing quietly, she swung her feet to the floor and stood up, still naked, her lovely body glistening in the moonlight streaming through a gap in the drapes. Still walking unsteadily from the lingering effects of the cognac, she went to the door, opened it and stepped into the hallway....
And it was then that she heard the moaning from below, and the heavy wet sound of nakedly perspiring flesh meeting nakedly perspiring flesh that was coming from the living room ...
She stopped, listening, and the sounds seemed to grow louder. In spite of her resolution to take the sleeping pills, some compulsion drew her along the passage, down the stairs and toward the half-open living room door.
The sight that assailed her eyes was beyond comprehension. It was totally alien, monstrous, and at first she thought she had finally lost her mind, finally gone over the brink into the shadow-world of insanity. She stared, and a scream welled up on her throat....
Lise ... Howard Chamberlain ... and Bill! ... The three of them naked on the floor! ... Lise buffeted back like a rutting animal against the older man's penis buried deep in her anus, her lips swirling faster and faster around the near-exploding hardness of Bill's cock! ... And then, behind her, Chamberlain's fingers digging ever deeper into her hips as he cried wildly: "Oh Christ! I'm cumming! I'm cumming! I'm cumming!"-and his loins, shuddering and jerking, spasming madly as he pumped his hot sperm in gushing squirts up into her hotly clasping rectum ... Lise pulling Bill's cock free of her mouth, stroking it with quick, sure motions as she licked the saliva-coated head like a dog lapping water-and Bill's own orgasm erupting, his bursting penis jerking out of control in the blonde girl's hand as he spewed squirt after squirt of his burning cum through the glans opening, coating her eyes and nose and chin with the burning viscous liquid as she opened her mouth to catch as much of the ejaculating semen as she could ... the German girl, milking Bill's pumping shaft so that it geysered forth still more of the lewdly jetting fluid to drench her face and her softly flowing hair as she wailed aloud the beginnings of her own climax in a thin, high scream....
... And it was then that Wendy, having watched the triple consummation with horror-struck, bulging eyes, put voice to the terrible, keening scream that was rising in her throat-and then, with the eerie, moaning cry echoing through the house, that she dropped in a dead faint in the doorway.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Three heads rose as one from the tangled confusion of naked limbs on the floor at Wendy's sudden, shrill scream; three pairs of eyes saw her crumple to the floor. But only Bill, struck sober in that one cataclysmic moment, moved; only Bill acted.
Oh Christ! he thought wildly. It's Mom! ... She woke up ... came down and saw us ... saw me fucking Lise in the mouth and that ... that bastard Chamberlain sodomizing her from behind ... saw us cum ... saw my cum shooting all over the little bitch's face. Oh Christ! Oh Jesus! No wonder she fainted! Oh Mom! Oh Mom...!
Hauling himself from the nakedly sweating tangle of flesh, he jumped to his feet, ran to the collapsed body of his mother, and gathered her up in his arms. A burning shame raced through him. How could he have been so goddamned stupid! He'd allowed his Mom, the one woman who cared about him, really cared about him, the one woman he truly loved on this earth, to witness this desperate scene of utter depravity! And all because he hadn't the guts to put a stop to the sick ravishing of Lise by Chamberlain when he first came in! Because he'd been so weak, so high and horned-up and sick as to delude himself that the answer to the situation was to join in the lewdness himself! His mind positively seethed with self-loathing.
Suppressing a low moan of anguish, he carried his mother from the room without a backward glance, took the stairs two at a time, kicked her bedroom door shut behind him and lowered her gently to the bed.
Chafing her hand gently between his palms, he repeated over and over again: "Mom ... Oh Mom! ... I'm sorry ... I'm sorry!"
Wendy whimpered softly as she began to regain consciousness, and her eyelids fluttered weakly. Then she opened her eyes and focused on the handsome, chagrined, concerned face of her son. Bill ... Bill was there with her! ... Bill-Oh God! The living room! ... Bill and Lise and ... Howard! ... It was like a nightmare, a sick, perverted nightmare-yet she knew that it was real, that she really had seen them there together....
A low moan bubbled past the lovely young mother's lips, and she turned her head aside, letting the tears of degradation, soul-sickness and anguish spill hotly from her eyes. She wanted to die, she wanted desperately to die and end this ceaseless torment within her. She couldn't face Bill with her lust for him still in her loins ... couldn't face him either because of what she'd seen him doing in the living room just now, reveling in the perversity of which he was a part. She didn't understand what had happened to bring about such a display of carnality-and she didn't care, not any more. All that mattered now was her own moral corruption and the fact that she had to end things, end them once and for all as soon as Bill left her side, as soon as she could walk down to the bathroom and lock the door and swallow those pills....
"Mom ... oh God, Mom-I didn't want to hurt you," Bill moaned, his eyes resting on her tear-streaked face and oblivious of the whole pale length of her smooth palpitating nakedness her firm, round breasts with their torment-hardened nipples, the sweep of her flat belly, the dark velvety triangle of her pubic mound, the tight pink folds of her pussy below. "I ... I got a little high tonight and came home early ... and I found ... found Chamberlain and Lise down there ... I couldn't believe my eyes: I went a little crazy, I guess. I wanted to kill them both at first, but I just couldn't seem to move. And ... and then the more I watched them, the more excited I got. I couldn't help it, Mom! I just lost my head, that's all. Then Lise started talking to me like she always does ... those lewd words ... and I ... I lost control. I had to have her. I had to. And I did ... I didn't think ... Oh, Mom!...."
Wendy heard the words and at first they had no meaning for her. But then gradually her numbed mind registered his confession, analyzed it-and in one single instant of revelation she realized he was admitting a weakness almost akin to her own: a sin of the flesh which she had allowed to happen to herself only that very afternoon with Howard Chamberlain ... and, yes, last night under her own lewdly flashing finger! Like herself, her son had been blinded by lust and had lost all control of his bodily defenses; like her he had been taken in and taken advantage of by a callous member of the opposite sex, used, abused ... Like her, he now knew what had happened and was filled with aching, tortured remorse! Who could understand if she couldn't?
Abruptly she felt a lessening of her pain as the knowledge of her close kinship with her son-their parallel ordeals-became clear to her. And her heart went out to Bill, went out to him in love that was deep and abiding. There was still the other torment-her lust for her own son-and that was enough to maintain her resolution to end her life. But now she felt better as the love returned, the rich and meaningful love coursing through every cell and fiber of her body ... She rolled her head on the pillow and looked up at him again, seeing him through tear-blurred eyes, and the ghost of a smile touched her lovely mouth. "Bill," she whispered. "My darling Bill...."
"Mom ... oh, Mom!" he sobbed-and then his head was dipping down, pressing against her naked bosom, and his own tears were hot on her bare flesh, hot and flowing. Convulsively, her arms went around him, cradling his head to her breasts, holding him tight as he clutched at her trembling body. Bill ... my son, my darling: it feels so good to hold you, to comfort you ... I wish I weren't so depraved in my thoughts about you because if they were pure we could be together from now on, helping each other ... But there's no help or hope for me any more, no help or hope at all because I want still to make love to you, desperately want to ... desperately want to feel your hard, hot young penis up inside me, deep inside....
And suddenly Wendy's naked body began to undulate involuntarily, rhythmically on the bed as she held her son close, as once again the fires of lust for his flesh started to soar through her. She knew it was happening, felt her tender, warm pussy begin to emit droplets of her passion, felt her nipples harden almost painfully ... and horror and fear blanketed her mind again. She had to let go of him, had to stop thinking this way before she did something that even the taking of her own life would not erase from his memory. No ... oh, God help her, no!
But her arms would not release her handsome son's head and shoulders-would not turn the warmth of his naked flesh away from her own. She clung to him even tighter, and her fire-ridden body began to undulate faster on the bed. Her firm soft thighs began to open and close convulsively, and now her horror-struck mind filled with the image of his large, erectly-throbbing penis. Let him go! her brain screamed wildly. Let him go before it's too late ... before you destroy him along with yourself!....
But even as the thought crystallized in her mind, words were forcing their way from Wendy's constricted throat. "Bill ... I love you, Bill, I love you more than anything in the world ... Bill, my darling, I love you, I need you, Bill...."
Hearing the words, feeling his mother's naked body twisting beneath him, the distraught young veteran at first attached no sexual reference to either. He was too concerned for her, his heart bursting with the same love she was professing aloud, a love deeper than anything he had felt toward her before, a love that needed some kind of expression, yes, the ultimate expression, a love that-
Suddenly Bill became aware of what he was thinking-what he was really thinking-and lie clutched at his mother convulsively. My God! He had almost had ... had physical thoughts about her, his wonderful mother! What the hell was the matter with him? Was he still high, still half-crazed from learning what Lise was really like? ... He jerked his head up, but even as a tremulous sob burst from his throat, his eyes began to move with a will of their own over his mother's nakedness, seeing for the first time-really seeing-her firm, taut breasts, her berry-like nipples, her dark pussy mound almost hiding the tender cuntal valley below. Christ, but she was beautiful! Even more beautiful than Lise ... she was the most beautiful woman in the world and he wanted her, loved her so very much, wanted her ... No! No! Stop it, you sonofabitch! You can't think thoughts like those! You can't!
Sweat broke out on his forehead and he tried to tear his eyes away from his mother's nakedly trembling loveliness. He could feel strange tingling sensations in his loins, an aching of acute pleasure in his genitals even though he had cum wildly in his young girlfriend's mouth only a few moments before. But this was a different kind of arousal, the arousal of a love both deep and strong for the lovely woman who was his mother, from whose loins he had sprung, a love that was growing stronger and stronger, becoming undeniable....
He wanted her! He wanted to fuck his own mother!
The final irrevocable self-admission of his secret desire struck Bill with the impact of a kick in the stomach. He fought wildly with himself, fought for control. His hand reached out, trembling, to catch the covers beneath his mother's naked form, trying to pull them up over her lush beauty. But just as he started to cover her, to conceal her wondrous feminine charms from his fevered eyes, her hand moved out and caught his, stopping him, preventing him from hiding her nakedness....
Wendy stared up at her handsome, half-naked son, one hand on his wrist, the other on his shoulder, and her contorted features mirrored the terrible battle raging in her hazed brain. Her hand had flashed out to stop him covering her as if it were an independent entity controlled by lust and not by rationality. Never had she known such insane passion! Writhing wildly, she knew that she had lost all control. She wanted to die-yet she wanted her own son, wanted his body and his love even more desperately! "Bill ... I love you so much ... I want you ... I'm so hot, so excited...." the words spilled of their own accord from her working mouth. "I want you to love me, love me, you're the only one I love and will ever love ... you're my darling son and I want you, want you to love me, want you inside me, my son, my son ... I want to feel your hardness deep inside me...."
Holy Jesus God! She ... she wants me just as I want her! Oh no! God no! My mother is having the same thoughts about me as I've been having about her! ... She wants me as much as I want her, wants to give me her body, the same body that bore me and gave me life ... The churning thoughts racing through Bill's reeling mind were at the same time so terrible and so exciting that he was literally numbed. He sat listening to his mother's incoherent mumbling, watching her lovely body twist on the bed as her hot fingers moved on his hands and arms. And as he watched his long, thick cock began to grow from his naked loins, began to fill with the same blood pounding in his temples and his ears, lengthening and then jutting up from his belly.
Wendy's fevered eyes saw it grow and become hard, and lust, love, and a wild joy mingled in a rising spiral of maternal desire within her.
Ohhhhhh! He's excited! He wants me ... he loves me! It's true-it must be true! He's hard! I can see his beautiful young penis, and it's hard for me, his mother!
Abruptly she sat up in bed and threw her arms around her son's neck. Pulling his face down to hers, she began showering hot wet kisses over his eyes, cheeks, mouth, nose, planting liquid fire along his trembling skin, her tongue darting out to probe hotly between his lips as she mashed her throbbing breasts against his chest while her hips continued threshing on the bed.
At first he tried to pull away, but she was clutching him too tightly, her kisses were too hot, and her tongue-Christ! Her tongue was a fork of lightning causing white-hot fire to leap in his loins! He moaned under her lashing tongue, completely lost now, a slave to the love he felt for his mother-a willing slave for he knew in the core of his being that this was a relationship that was honest and true, based on real love, and that this moment had its beginnings long ago, building in the secret depths of both of them until it became undeniable ... His mouth opened under the pressure of hers, and then he was kissing her back, swirling his tongue around hers, ingesting the hot, pink, wet probe into his mouth, sucking it as joyously as he had sucked her milk-giving breasts as a baby. Trembling uncontrollably, he began to fondle her heavy breasts.
Wendy reveled in the taste of her son's tongue and saliva, the feel of his hands on her breasts, and for the first time that day since the terrible episode with Howard Chamberlain she began to feel a sense of inner peace forcing back the torment. The moment she wanted so completely, that she had never dared think would become a reality, was fast approaching! She was going to be loved by her darling Bill, her own son! And it wasn't wrong, it wasn't, because he wanted her too! He loved her as much as she did him, in the same way, and there was no longer any need for soul-sickness, no longer any compulsion to end her life for she had found a new life, she knew that-a new life with her son, and their love would transcend all else in its wonder and its magnitude....
She clung desperately to him, kissing him, moaning, while he continued to fondle her firm, trembling breasts, tweaking the nipples into further taut arousal. Then his hands were moving down, down to caress her softly writhing hips, to touch in awe her smooth flat belly, to dip with his fingertips teasing through the velvety strands of dark hair mantling her loins, middle finger extended, probing lower. And her hand sought out and found his aching young cock, encircled it, rapture incomparable tingling in every fiber of her being at the feel of her son's hot, pulsing penis. She stroked it lovingly, up and down, her fingernails caressing his quivering balls in their hairy sac as moans of bliss escaped her lips and flooded into his mouth.
Bill located her throbbing clitoris with his middle finger, and she opened her legs wide to give him greater access, raising her hips up and twisting slightly to bring the tiny vibrating bud into surging electric contact with his flesh, twisting and undulating as her wonderful son began to stroke her burning secret inner flesh as she was stroking his superbly expanded cock.
The super-excited young man went wild at the feel of his mother's scalding vaginal flesh under his finger. He had to have her; he had to-and right now! Nothing else in the whole world mattered! Nothing but possessing his mother's body, taking it for his own in tender love, his aching hardness pressed deep into her belly where once he had lain curled, ejaculating into her, mingling his love juices with hers, blending their love together in one fulfilling whole ... As if reading his thoughts, she whispered: "Bill, darling, my darling son, love me now-put it inside me, deep inside me! I want to feel your hardness, your penis, right inside!"
Her words were a white-hot poker of lust to the young veteran. Panting ecstatically, he stretched out beside her, folding her into his arms, exulting in the touch of her nakedness pressed tightly to him as she spread her long, beautiful legs wide and her fingers dug into the tautly swelling surface of his rigidly expanded cock, guiding it toward the hotly waiting slit of her. wetly flowering vagina, using the thick, blood-engorged head to part the damply matted pubic curls and the full, fleshy lips of her tender pussy. She gasped aloud at the sudden contact of her son's hard, loving rod against her damp, sensitive flesh. "Ooooooh, darling! Ohhhhh!" she cried.
"Mom! Oh, Mom!" he groaned in reply.
He flexed his hips and pushed forward-and his huge, sperm-bloated cock-head forced its way slowly into the tight elastic opening. His mother's pelvis thrust violently upward to meet his lunge, burying almost the full length of his wetly spearing staff in the folds of her hot, wet cunt, sending it racing along the lubricated passage and on into her belly until she felt his heavy cum-swollen testicles smack solidly against the upturned skin of her rounded, satiny buttocks.
He was inside her-he was inside his mother's body!
The thought was the most rapturous he had ever known. He began a slow revolving motion with his pelvis, grinding his cock tightly in and out of the sensuously undulating mother's naked loins, expanding the walls of her distended pussy even more as she rotated her own buttocks with ever-increasing abandon beneath him. He rocked above her, using short, smooth strokes, and her body reacted in kind, slamming back up against him in brusque, choppy thrusts, ecstasy spiraling the full length of her spine as she felt the tempo of his heavy, burgeoning cock plow in and out of her throbbing cuntal channel.
Quickly Bill increased the length and pace of his fucking strokes, knowing he couldn't last for long, feeling the volcano within his belly almost brimming over into eruption with every forceful plunge ... slamming into his mother with increasing force, drawing his plank-stiff cock nearly out of the tight, moist sheath clasping it so lovingly, then lunging down again as she raised her widespread cunt up tighter and tighter to him in simultaneous rhythm, her passion-contorted face twisted into a wanton, loving grimace with her need and her desire. The pressure was mounting, mounting in his balls, and his head swam wildly with the impending knowledge of his cumming, of pumping his mother full with torrents of spurting, devoted seed while she flooded his savagely pistoning cock with the juices of her own love for him....
They were about to become one, in true love: that was all that mattered in the world! Wendy was tossing her head in frenzied abandon, impaled forever on her son's rock-hard shaft, and rapturous moans bubbled from between her parted lips. Then his mouth was fastened over hers again and she sucked again at his tongue, buried half in her throat, trying to milk it as her pussy below was milking hotly at his jack-hammering young cock. Her legs widened and raised themselves to receive his thundering offering. "I ... I'm almost there, my darling!" she choked into his slavering mouth-and then, as he fucked deeper and harder and faster in response, she began to chant wildly in time with every plunging thrust.
"Ohhhhh! ... Aaaahhhh! ... Uuurrggghhh! ... Oooooogh!" she cried as she felt her climax climbing almost over the pinnacle. Her panting, loving son ground his cock deep and hard, faster and faster, into the tender sanctuary of his mother's womb. He watched her breasts heave and quiver, even saw the nipples expand before his very eyes as she tossed her head wildly, crazily, from side to side, her cap of short dark hair flying on the pillow.
And then she convulsed beneath him, her mouth opening wide, and a shout of pure unadulterated delight, of total rapture, burst from the very core of her being.
"Biiiiiiiiillllllll! ... Oooooohhhhhhh, my darling! Aaaaagggghhhhh!"
Her devoted son felt her pussy walls gush forth their warm floods of wet sticky fluid around his plundering cock, inundating his fiercely plunging shaft and heaving balls. She was cumming! ... His wonderful mother was cumming with his cock buried deep inside her! ... With straining urgency, he thrust faster, deeper still, with all the strength he possessed. He had to cum with her ... he had to cum with her ... he had to cum with her....
Suddenly then he sensed his own hotly churning sperm was about to race through his cock in pounding staccato jerks to jet into his mother's pussy. She bucked wildly, spasming, the tiny bearded mouth of her cunt sucking him feverishly, her breath spewing against his face in short ragged gasps-and then the orgasm erupted fully and his balls exploded burning fire. His juices spurted from the opening of his cock-head, deep, deep up into his mother's violently quivering belly ... a never-ending flow which caused her to moan in spasmodic, incoherent cries of delight as her stomach quaked galvanically with the unleashed pool of delirium he was emptying into her, their cum pooling around his jerking cock, matting their pubic hair together, knotting them forever as lovers in the most complete sense ... mother and son cumming together, loving together, being reborn....
A long time later, it seemed, a beautiful eternity later, the torrent at last ended and Wendy's body subsided, her legs falling limp around her young sperm-drained son's body as he collapsed forward on to her, and her heart and his pounded beatifically together.
They smiled at one another in awe and joy ... and then mother and son began lovingly to explore their mental and physical depths again and again and again throughout the night....
CHAPTER EIGHT
It was almost a month later when Bill returned from a shopping expedition to downtown Livingston and announced: "Mom! You'll never guess-Howard Chamberlain has been arrested!"
The lovely, vibrantly sensual young mother stared at her handsome son. "Arrested?" she echoed blankly. "Whatever for?"
"An old morals charge from when he was living in L.A. It seems he was writing blue movie scripts and selling blue films showing orgies that included minors! What do you know about that!!"
Wendy shook her head sadly. She felt vaguely sorry for Chamberlain-but that was all. Whatever she might have thought she could rekindle of her old love for him had guttered out when she discovered the type of man he really was-just as Bill's love for Lise died as the result of a similar discovery. Chamberlain was a man who did not love, whose only emotions were those governed by pleasure and ego ... which was why she felt sorry for him-and sorry for Lise Kraul too, a female example of the same type.
"What will happen to Lise now?" she wondered. For they had learned on awakening after their first rapturous night together that the German girl's things had gone and that she had evidently left with Chamberlain. Later, Bill had learned that she had moved in with Chamberlain at his fine new house and become his mistress. He had been a little hurt-because in spite of everything, he regretted that things couldn't have worked out between them-that she hadn't even written a goodbye note. Wendy knew how he felt: Barry had left her in a precisely similar fashion. But neither of them had seen Chamberlain or the German girl since that fateful night ... and they had made no attempt to establish contact. They were of different worlds ... it was love as opposed to lust, deep inner feelings as opposed to fleeting opportunist pleasure, and there was no point in trying to unite such opposing views of life now that the souls of all four of them had been laid bare for each of them to see.
"Lise?" Bill repeated now. "I guess she'll go back to Germany. I guess that's where she belongs, along with the free-spending boys on furlough and all that big city jazz. I just hope she doesn't latch on to another immature guy like me, and try to do to him what she did to me....
"Tried ... and failed," Wendy said fondly, going to her wonderful son and pressing her firm, warm body tight against him. "Failed, because we found each other, darling! We found each other at just the time when we were both at our lowest ebb, when we were filled with torment and confusion. And our love has seen us through, shown us the way, brought us back to a fuller and richer life...."
Bill kissed his mother tenderly on the mouth, running his long hard tongue over her lips possessively. "You're right, Mom," he whispered. "Right as usual-and I love you very, very much."
"No more than I love you," Wendy answered softly. She let her hand slide down between their bodies, cupping and gently, lovingly squeezing his penis and testicles, reveling in the feel of his manhood and the quickness with which his sensually expanding shaft of male hardness sprang into erection at her touch. "And you're not immature, my darling son. You're a man-the most wonderful, manly man in the world ... with the most wonderful manhood a mother could ever want!"
Bill swallowed, his heart bursting with pride and love for this lovely, sensual, mature, exciting and wonderful woman-his mother. Then he picked her up in his strong, masculine arms, kissed her eyes, her mouth, her tautly thrusting breasts ... and carried her into the bedroom to consummate once again their burning need, their supreme union of mental and physical attributes, their never-ending love.
