"Hello, Mom," Dale said.
She saw the clean young strength of him, the blond loveliness so
masculine and dazzling to her eyes. "Hello, son. Did you enjoy yourself
last night?"
He said, "Yes and no. I just about freaked out a couple of times."
"You're a strong young man," she said. "I know that, because I had the
opportunity to watch you when you laid Mrs. Baker. And a strong young
man should have been driven out of his head by what you watched happen
last night."
He touched his tongue to his lips; his fingers curled around his knees.
"I jacked off twice."
She peeled back her robe, her rumpled one from the wild evening before.
It glided down her body and she stood there naked before him, showing
her tits, her mound, to her boy. "You don't have to do that now. Am I
pretty to you, Dale? Am I sexpot enough for you?"
He drew his teeshirt over his head and pulled down the zipper of his
jeans. "You're the most beautiful woman in the whole world; your tits
are the roundest and heaviest; your pussy is the loveliest thing I've
ever seen in my life."
She took a step toward him. "Then you want me? As a woman, as your
lover?"
Dale yanked off his jeans and kicked away his shorts. He sat on the
couch with his slim blond-haired legs spread wide, with his majestic
young prick climbed high, throbbing from his head to the wooly fluff of
his balls.
He said, "I want to fuck you, Mother. I want to do all the things to
you that Dad has been doing to you all these years. I saw how hot you
are, how they fucked you while you gave them head. I saw how crazy you
got with Mrs. Baker. I want you to do that with me. I need my prick in
your cunt, you beautiful, hot mother-bitch. Come here and straddle me.
Come right over here and let me kiss those gorgeous tits."
She was almost numb, but tiny prickles of vivid excitement ran up her
spine as her legs took her obediently to the boy. She held his head
tenderly between her palms as he kissed her breasts, as his lovely
mouth caressed her nipples. When Dale sucked on them, she flinched and
her knee came into contact with his hard cock.
She was dizzy again, swaying back and forth, and he sensed her
weakness, put his hands on her waist and guided her down to the couch.
They sat side by side, and she was fondling his incomparable young cock
while he caressed the steamy mysteries of her mound.
Regina wasn't the teacher she had thought she would be, for his tongue
was lancing softly down her throat, his hands were deftly knowing. She
thought hazily that he could not have learned so quickly from Stella,
that one long, involved fuck session with the glamorous neighbor woman
wouldn't have made this boy so experienced.
His finger was in her vulva, moving tenderly, and she moved upon it,
with it, churning lightly upon this small intruder and shivering
whenever it touched her clitoris. She kissed him back, sucked upon his
tongue, and her fingers played over his cock from spongy head to sacked
testicles.
He jerked his head away, took his mouth from hers. "Damn! I'm about to
pop off in your hand, Mom. Lie back, sweet woman--lie back and snuggle
down on the couch, and open your thighs for me. Open those marvelous
golden thighs, because your son is going to climb in between them and
fuck you."
"Oh yes," she murmured, "yes, darling--of course." And she fitted
herself to the contours of the couch, opening all the portals of her
body for the entrance of her best loved.
He was anxious now, the polished deftness gone suddenly, now only a
young and eager boy on the verge of attaining his lifetime dream. Dale
poised above her, tremors rippling his body. She helped him, because it
was her desire and her duty to assist him. Regina took his iron-hard
prick in one hand and steered the pulsing head of it to the hairy
entrance of her pussy.
A strangled sound broke from Dale's lips, and he lunged forward,
burying his cock into his mother's willing cunt with one long, driving
stroke. His balls came against her ass, and he caught at her hips with
both hands as she twisted, as she humped up at the tremendous power of
his body. His prick in her, at last--at last!
She could feel the head of it driven home, feel the pulsing shaft as
her vagina closed lovingly upon it, feel the caress of his scrotum.
Regina was tender and she was adoring, moving with him as he backed his
rod partway from her suctioning cunt, wiggling with delicious ardor as
he slid it forward again. It was wonder beyond price, a superb
sensation that permeated her entire body, and she fucked slowly with
him, meeting his thrusts gently.
"Mom," he groaned, "oh Mother--Mom! I can't believe I'm really in your
pussy. It's hot, and magic and--oh, Mother--love me and fuck me!"
"I will, dear!" she panted. "Yes--your loving mom will fuck you. Now
I'm riding your little boy prick, feeling your hard cock in me--and
it's fantastic! Oh, shove it deep into your mama's cunt, darling boy.
Feed your mama all that gorgeous young meat! Ahhh, baby--oohh,
sweetheart! Sliding in and out, your mother's pussy--my son's prick--"
And their mouths met again, this time with a primitive need that made
their teeth clash. Their tongues battled in frenzy, and when one
retreated, it was drawn back by sucking. Sweet and hot, their breaths
mingled, and the tempo of his ass increased, the beat of his screwing
speeded up. He was ramming it deep and strong, and she had to lift her
legs, was forced to wrap his sinuous body within their grip, so she
could make him stuff one more inch of enchanted flesh into her surging
vagina.
She bit his mouth, dug her nails into his ass and tried to pull him
bodily into the flaming maw of her pussy, attempted to devour him with
the very cunt he'd sprung from. Her pelvis battered his, and she
gyrated wildly, forcing his ramrodding prick to massage her clitoris
with every eager thrust. It was sweet insanity and magic madness, and
she went far out into some other universe as his cock continued to
sledge into her overflowing vagina.
"Coming," she cried out. "Oh Dale--Dale--son--your mother is COMING!"
Chapter 14
Regina held to her son, locked her legs at the ankles across the small
of his warm back and wiggled slowly, very sensuously, upon his buried
cock. Dale panted and groaned, and lifted her ass so that his prick
could slam home deeper into her vibrating pussy.
"Mom! Oh Mother--you sweet, hot bitch! I'm going to come in you--let go
my load in your cunt. Here it is--here it comes--oh Mom, Mom!
She quivered inside and out when the wondrous ejaculation hosed into
her clenching pussy, when her son's young, powerful semen came spurting
and splashing over her womb. The walls of her vagina clamped upon his
shaft, gone very slippery in the oysterlike discharge. She bit down
upon him with all the muscles of her cunt, rolled her pelvis and made
his prick slosh around inside the saturated cavity of her vagina.
Dale's come, she thought--Dale's hot semen was now inundating her
pussy; her son's come sliding inside her body--and it was a joy beyond
description, a rapture so intense that Regina felt it like pain. How
fabulous it was, to be fucked by him, how superb to be screwed by this
son she had borne and raised and taught. Now she was helping teach him
more about love, in the classroom of her pussy.
She never wanted him to take out his cock; she wanted to keep it
captive in her body forever, to get stuck to him the way dogs sometimes
do.
He breathed softly into her ear, "Mother, darling--what a crazy piece
of ass you are--all hot and tight and juicy, just the way I always
imagined you would be, if I ever got lucky enough to screw you. And I
always dreamed about fucking you, since I was old enough to raise a
hard-on. Believe me, I raised plenty of hards just looking at you. Man
oh man--but I dig the way your sleek ass moves when you walk, and how
your tits bob up and down, and that bitchy look around your eyes."
"My baby," she said, stroking his back and moving her ass in tender
small circles, sliding her hairy pelvis over his. "Darling--I never
knew. I mean, there were times when the thought of having sex with you
passed briefly through my mind, but immediately following that thought
came the big taboo of incest. So I shoved the idea away. Now I'm sorry
I did. Just think of all the fucking we could have had by now."
"We'll make up for it, Mom," he said. "We'll fuck all we want, all we
can stand, and then we'll think of something else."
"Oh son, I love you," she murmured, stroking tenderly upon his imbedded
prick. "I love you in every way now--as my boy, my baby; as my lover,
my husband--as my hard young prick."
He kissed her, slid his tongue into her welcoming mouth, but only for a
little while; then he said against her lips: "Once I got a picture of
you through the bathroom window, just when you were about to step into
the shower. You were naked, and I used to stare at your body in that
picture, especially at this golden, fluffy hair on your pussy, and I'd
play with my cock, pretending I had it in you. Whenever you'd get a
little high and go to bed with Dad, then I'd think--they're going to
fuck. I'd sneak up to your door and listen. I heard you moan and talk
dirty to him. I heard the bed squeak and once--I even heard the sound
his cock made in your pussy when you were all wet and squishy. It made
me crazy."
"Poor darling," she whispered against the smooth column of his throat.
"I'll make it up to you. Dale --Stella Baker wasn't your first lay, was
she?"
"No," he said. "I was fifteen when I screwed my first girl, and I've
had four others since. But you know--I always pretended they were you.
I'd close my eyes and pretend that I was cramming my prick into the
cunt I wanted most, your cunt."
"How sweet," she said, caressing his ass. "And you didn't hate me last
night, seeing me do all those things with your father and Chuck; yes,
and with Stella, too?"
"Hate you? How could I, Mom? That really proved to me you were
everything I hoped--so hot you'd fuck anywhere; so wild you'd suck cock
and so far-out that you would swing with a woman, and play sixty-nine
eating her pussy. I want you so bitchy, you'll do everything with me,
and so I can do everything to you."
She sighed tremulously. "Anything you want, darling; everything you
desire. Tell me something else--did any of the girls you screwed--did
any of them go down on you, eat that glorious prick?"
"No," he said. "They're kind of touchy about that."
"Then I'll be the first," she said. "I'd love that. Wait--not Stella,
either?"
He shook his head, kissed her lips softly. "Not her, either. I was too
worn out, after fucking her three times running. She said she was going
to, though."
"After me, she will," Regina said. "I'm going to get at least one
cherry from my own son."
And with that, she twisted out from under him, snapped his stiff cock
from the clasp of her pussy with a practiced roll of her ass, and urged
him over onto his back.
"There, baby. Just lie there and relax while your mother takes care of
you with some nice oral sex."
He said, "Shouldn't I wipe off, or something?"
"No way," she said quickly. "I want to eat you just as you are, with
your semen still on your cock, mixed with my juices."
She leaned over and kissed his mouth, running her tongue in and out
while he caressed her dangling tits. Then she moved down to the base of
his throat, and over to one of his little boy nipples, licking it and
biting it gently. She gave the other nubbin the same tantalizing
treatment, and left for the satiny planes of his belly.
Licking hotly, kissing and nipping, she tasted the flavors of his skin,
the aroma of his flesh. There was a scattering of pale blond hair
reaching to his navel, and she trailed the path of it with her wet
tongue, knowing the excited squirming of her son's body as she aroused
him more.
When she darted the end of her tongue into the indentation of his
bellybutton, he grunted and his hands shot down to take her by the
head. His pelvis heaved and she knew the tapping of his shaft along her
cheek.
"So lovely," she breathed, "so male and beautiful. I adore your prick,
Dale."
But she didn't take it into her mouth right away. Instead, she lapped
down to his hairy pelvic mound, running her tongue through the pubic
curls, drawing it tickling around the base of his throbbing cock.
Cupping his enticing balls in one hand, she lifted them to the
ministrations of her avid mouth, spreading her lips wide so that she
could suck them.
"That's it, Mom!" he cried out. "Oh baby--that's the way to set me on
fire!"
She eased his balls out between her teeth and turned her head so she
could take the shaft of his prick between them, grating gently up along
the silken skin to the flange of the protruding head. She kissed the
head then, but only lightly, while her son jerked and sucked his breath
in sharply.
Then Regina crawled between his legs, using her knees to spread his
thighs wider. Slipping down, going to her elbows, she extended her legs
behind, and ran both palms slowly, teasingly, over Dale's groin,
fingering into his scrotum, handling the trunk of his cock.
Lowering her face inch by inch, she kissed the tip of his prick,
savoring the exotic spices of the semen already there, knowing the
intriguing flavor of his cock. Running her tongue around the flexing
head, she teased it, wet it. Only then did she open her lips and put
them around the spongy knob that had never appeared more beautiful to
her.
She took her son's hard prick into her mouth, scrubbed the roof of her
mouth over the velvet head with the firm core, drew it across her
tongue, and moved her head down so that the bulb of his cock touched
the cup of her throat.
Drawing in her cheeks, she sucked daintily upon it, pushed it away with
her tongue, licked and lapped over the vibrant cockhead.
Meanwhile, Regina fondled his balls; squeezed the stem of his prick,
played her fingertips like a butterfly up the shaft, moaned lovingly
around the head and she sucked it deep and slid it out shallow. It was
very good for her, this abject adoration, this humbling of herself to
give the very utmost in pleasure to this marvelous young son of hers.
She enjoyed rolling his cock around inside her mouth, reveled in the
texture and taste and feel of it, in the matchless intimacy it brought
and the bond that their flesh so used would forever create between
them. It was love and it was sex, it was lust and it was affection, and
it was magnificent.
He said, "Mother--Mom--suck on my prick, darling. Eat my cock, mama--
oooh, that's right! Give me head, mama. I'm fucking your mouth,
darling--I'm putting the prick to your face and I love it--oooH! I love
it!"
She moved her head up and down, creating suction and then breaking it,
caressing his prick with tongue and cheeks, stimulating him with the
merest rakings of her teeth, feeling the tremendous pressure building
up within his swollen shaft.
"M-Mom--I can't hold it back! I have to come--come--oh, darling Mama--
take it--take my come--swallow it, you cocksucking bitch!"
She gaped her throat wide and accepted the steaming fountain of semen
that geysered from his prickhead. Thick and sweet, it sprayed up into
the confines of her hungry throat, and she gulped at it, drank the
copious discharge with eagerness.
Regina was taking the male essence of her son, draining the life
substance from his leaping balls, and she loved the creaminess, ate the
musky lotion, drank the liquids of his sex. Laving the pulsing head
with her tongue, she coaxed forth yet more of the heady stuff,
swallowing, pulling, sucking until the fountain ran dry and sere.
Even then, unsatisfied with what she had taken, Regina licked around
the insides of her cheeks, ran her tongue seeking over her teeth,
gathering the last escaped droplets of his fluids, devouring them as
she would have liked to devour his young prick.
When she raised her head to look up into her son's passion-glazed eyes,
she clung a while to the head of his cock, holding it prisoner between
the circle of her teeth. Reluctantly then, she allowed it to go free
momentarily, knowing in her heart that she owned his prick now, that it
would, from now on, belong to her whenever she wanted it--and that
would be repeatedly.
He said, "Oh Mom--Mother--thanks; thank you for giving me so much wild
head. It was out of sight."
"I'm glad, darling," she said. "I want to make you so happy."
"You have," he said, "oh Mom, you have--and now, I want to make you
just as happy. I've never done this before, but I watched how Stella
and you did it last night, so I think I can turn you on okay. If I
don't eat you right, then you just tell me what I'm doing wrong, and
I'll change."
She ran fingers up his belly, kneeled there and stared fondly down at
the beautiful nude body of her son. "You don't have to make trades with
me, Dale. I'll do anything you like."
"I want to eat your pussy, Mom," he said. "I really want to see what
it's like, to taste your cunt. Especially now that I know what it feels
like to fuck it. I dig making you wiggle and moan, and if going down on
this terrific pussy turns you wild, then it'll make me wild, too."
She said, "You're an adorable boy. Shall I lie down?"
"No," he answered, "just crawl up on top of me. Rub your pussy along my
belly and over my chest, rub it slow and dirty, slow and greasy, mom. I
really will dig feeling it slide over my skin, all hairy and wet. Then,
when you get up close to my face, kind of lift that gorgeous ass and
just sit down on my mouth."
"I'd love to," she sighed.
It made her indescribably sexy, rubbing her inflamed cunt over his
satin skin, grinding her crotch upon the flawless body of the boy she
had loved all his life. She made a real production of the trip up his
shuddering body, sliding her ass back and forth, making certain that no
part of his belly and chest hadn't been dampened by the juices oozing
from her cunt, wetting him down with her own love lubrications and the
residual leakings of his come.
"That's groovy," he whispered through set teeth. "Oh, that's real
crazy, mother. Oh wow--I'm already a mother fucker, and now in a few
seconds, I'm going to be a mother sucker."
"My darling," she murmured, "oh my darling, horny boy." On up his body
she went, progressing slowly and sensuously, getting lascivious thrills
out of making him squirm at the slippery fondling of her feverish
pussy.
Then she was at his face, the blonde hairs of her cunt poised at his
chin, so near his open and panting mouth, so near the eager tongue she
could see flicking past his lips.
He breathed huskily, "Your cunt is lovely, all golden-haired and the
lips are red, puffy from our fucking, and I can see the inner lips, all
bright and shiny. Your pussy looks delicious, Mother."
Regina lifted her lower body, carefully placed her knees on each side
of his head and stared down at his handsome face. She was going to feed
her child her pussy.
She hesitated above him, poised for just an uncertain minute over his
anxious face, and Dale said: "Oh, please--" so of course she had to go
on, as she truly desired to.
Regina's crotch lowered, sank gently to meet the hungry upthrusting of
his tongue. Thrill after hot thrill bombed through her flesh, lancing
tendrils of mad sensation over her nerve ends. It was deeper, more
sensitive, because it was Dale, because it was her son eating into her
cunt.
He mumbled into her cavity, and the oils flowed from her as if a new
well had been tapped, drenching his chin and cheeks, bubbling in his
mouth and over that reaching, curling, searching tongue. She moved her
ass just so, and Dale's hands found her cheeks, just as his tongue
discovered the target of her clitoris.
She vibrated upon his mouth, convulsed and made a series of seesawing
motions, wiggled and shook, smearing her pussy into his mouth, rubbing
it over his face as she fucked it, as she screwed her son's mouth.
Dale hung on to her, ate into her blazing cunt and sucked mightily,
making strange noises, teasing and worrying the clit with tongue and
teeth, opening her secret places and sucking her like an end-peeled
orange.
She came furiously, swiveling her hips and making her crotch do tricks
on his mouth. She came with a roaring, spasming torrent of erotic,
wanton adoration that ripped her apart inside, that melted her and
turned her forever soft.
Chapter 15
She ate ravenously at lunch, putting away a platter of fries and a
steak so thick, devouring a salad and three bottles of beer. Regina
still felt a shade hungry when she stopped, but she also felt a little
guilty, and smiled over at Dale across the table.
"All that sex makes me starved," she said. "I have to build up my
strength if we're going to keep it up."
Her son reached for her hand. "That we are, Mom. Just like Carey and
his mother, I'll bet. There hasn't been a peep out of the Baker house
all day. They're probably still in the bedroom, fucking away like
crazy."
Regina smiled. "We can't blame them. It's a glorious sensation,
screwing your own son."
"And your own mother," he said. "Mom--what are we going to do about us,
when Dad comes home--and my sister?"
"I'll just have to tell him," she said. "I don't think we can go
through the seduction trap again, because there's just no way we can
have little Judy Baker lay your father. It's not like it was with you
and Stella, or me and Carey. We've hit a roadblock."
Dale looked thoughtful. "Maybe not. Judy is no real straight chick. I
haven't gotten into her panties, but I know a guy who has."
"But what makes you think she'll do us a favor and screw your father? I
mean, she doesn't owe us anything, and I can't go up to Judy's mother
and say how about Bill sticking your daughter, so we can get us all in
the game. And come to think of it--that also means pulling Monica in
with us. Monica is--"
"No cherry, Mom; believe me. She's a lot like you, so cute and sexy
that the guys follow her round with their tongues hanging out. Monica
has been fucking her steady guy for a month or two now."
Regina frowned. It seemed all too casual, discussing her daughter's
virginity with her son, but another mental look at the discussion made
things more clear. Why be so phony, why be hypocritical at all, when
the only way was to be honest--up front, as the kids would say?
"They'll be back from the beach before long," she said. "Maybe we
should just sit down with Monica--all three of us--and have a talk.
You'd lay your sister, wouldn't you?"
"Damned right," Dale answered. "Like I said, she's a real sexy piece, a
lot like you. And Dad--well, she'd go for him in a second. I can tell
that. As for him, you've got him so turned on now that he'll do
anything you want, and he's sure not going to turn down a chance to put
it to Monica's juicy young snatch."
Nodding, Regina said, "I think we'll all stay home tonight."
Dale helped her clear the table and put dishes into the washer.
Slipping his arms around her waist from behind, he pressed himself into
her ass and as she leaned back into him, lifted his hands to hold her
breasts. She felt much adored, the young bride in the arms of her
lover.
That's when the front door opened noisily, and Regina pulled guiltily
away from her son's embrace, knowing a sharp flash of resentment at any
intrusion that would move him away from her.
Her husband and daughter laughed into the kitchen, wind-rumpled and
scattering grains of beach sand. Bill swung the picnic hamper onto the
drainboard. "Hi, Regina--Dale. You guys should have been along; we had
a great time. Chuck and Judy tried the water, but it was just too
damned cold for me, and Monica stayed to fix the food--"
Regina stared through lowered lashes at her daughter, seeing her
perhaps for the first time as a complete woman, sufficient unto
herself. The girl's honeyblonde hair set off her liquid brown eyes to
perfection, and her mouth looked just a bit smeared, as if she had been
kissed hard, recently.
Monica looked back with a direct stare, and the set of her young mouth
contained perhaps just a touch of arrogance. Was her daughter possessor
of some new knowledge, some new wisdom that she wasn't afraid to
flaunt?
Glancing away, Regina caught her son's eye, and Dale nodded. "Come on,
Monica--you have to listen to this groovy new tape I got today--"
His hand on hers, he practically dragged his sister from the room, so
his mother and father could be alone for a few minutes. He'd sensed
what was coming, she thought, felt the vibes in the air and was making
things easier for them.
She opened a beer for her husband and one for herself, wishing for
something stronger. Sitting at the table, he fidgeted a bit, swallowed
some cold beer, and brought out his words with a rush: "Regina--I have
something to tell you. You know this morning, while you were sacked out
with Stella? Well, Chuck and me got this great idea, and you two women
were so happy there together, that we decided to leave you like that
and--and take the kids for a picnic. The girls, that is. You see, Chuck
and me--well, we thought that since swapping wives was so damned much
fun, that maybe swapping--ahh--daughters would be just as big a blast."
He ran out of breath, dropped his eyes and gulped beer. She stared at
her husband. "And was it?"
"Was it what? Oh, yeah--a blast; yeah--sure, it was. You wouldn't
figure those kids--but they're so damned sweet and young and sensuous,
all at once. I have to confess that I screwed Judy Baker today. She's a
real redhead, too; the hair of her little pussy is like fire, but
curlier, and--"
Her voice was sly, smooth: "And how was your daughter?"
"Just great!" he answered enthusiastically. "Only sixteen years old,
and fucks like a mink! And when she starts grinding on your prick--"
Stopping suddenly, Bill looked down into his beer can again. "Okay; so
we traded off, and fucked our own daughters. It was great, and I blew
off more jism than I thought I had, once I got it into Monica's tight
pussy. And Chuck--well, he didn't want to turn his kid loose. They kept
screwing until we had to call a halt and get home. Look, Regina--you
started all this fucking around stuff, so don't get all pissed at me
because I took it a step farther, just a logical step farther. And it's
not like either of those girls were cherries; they sure as hell
weren't. Monica bragged that she's been screwing for almost two years
now."
She said, "So has Dale--but he claims I'm the best piece of ass he ever
had."
For a long moment, her husband didn't say anything, didn't move a
muscle as the information sank in. Then his fingers clenched on his
beer can and he banged it hard upon the table top. "Son of a bitch! And
here I thought I was getting a step ahead of you." His eyes found hers
and clung. "Fucking your own son, are you? And the Carey kid, too?"
"Him first, the way you screwed Judy Carey first. It's okay with
Stella, though--she's made it with both the boys, too. I imagine that
Dale is in his room now, breaking all the news to Monica, so the little
bitch won't feel so superior."
His head jerked up, "Now wait--"
She said, "Oh, I meant bitch as a compliment. I'm not jealous of her;
I'm intrigued. Dale and I were planning on your fucking her, so nobody
would have to hide anything from anybody else. That goes for the
Bakers, too. I'm glad you screwed both kids, darling, that you broke
the ice--if that's the proper phrase--with your daughter. Now we can
all ball together. Each of us has four to fuck."
Bill said numbly, "You mean--Dale and Monica?"
She laughed. "Why not? Does that smack of incest?"
He shook his head. "Damned if I can understand anything that's going
on. Just a few days ago, I had this kind of nice, sometimes sexy wife,
and everything was going along--"
"Boring as hell," she finished for him. "Bill Abbott--are you going to
tell me you'd like to have your sex back the way it was?"
He grunted, got up and popped the lids on two more beers. Handing her
one, he said, "No way, baby. I never had so much fun in my whole life,
and I'm not going to stop now."
"Then what's the argument about Dale and Monica fucking each other?"
He held up one hand. "The idea just shook me at first, that's all. Now
I see that it's no different than me screwing her, or you laying him.
You know, now that I think of it, it's a real wonder that the boy
hasn't got into her pants before this. I've been thinking about fucking
Monica for a long time, I just never had the guts to try."
She finished her beer and stood up to plant a wet kiss on her husband's
lips. "I told Dale that we'd be staying home tonight, and since Stella
is probably going through a showdown scene of her own next door, no
doubt the Bakers will be unavailable this evening. Now lover man, if
you'll draw the curtains and lock the doors, and take the phone off the
hook, I'll go up and tidy myself. Maybe I'll break up anything the kids
have gotten started. That's because I want them fresh in an hour or so,
as fresh as they can be, that is. The Abbott family is going to have an
orgy all its own."
His chuckle followed her up the stairs. She strode directly to her
son's room and opened the door without knocking. They were on the bed,
but rolled apart when they heard her come in. Dale was grinning, but
Monica looked guilty.
Regina said, "Sorry to intrude, kids--but since we have this party
tonight--"
Monica said sharply, "What party? I have something else in mind, and--"
Clearly, Regina said it: "A fuck party. If you know of something better
to do, please let me know. I'd like to join you."
Her daughter gasped; her son laughed aloud and said, "See, Monica? I
was going to tell you what a swinger mom is, too. While you were out
making it with dad and Chuck. I was home screwing her."
"I--I don't believe it!" Monica said in a shocked voice.
"Tonight, I'll prove it," Regina said. "How about you two getting all
showered and shaped up? I suggest the dress be scuffs and robes, with
nothing underneath. You can get fucked by your brother then, dear--and
have another go at your daddy."
She left them then, smiling to herself at how Monica's feline air of
superiority had been punctured. The girl had thought herself preferred
over her mother, and had been feeling a bit smug about it. She'd feel
better tonight, with a couple of drinks down her to numb any
inhibitions she might have left over. When Monica learned how to be
open, how to be free with her fucking, she'd be happier.
The shower felt terrific, brightening and freshening her skin. The
douche did something of the same for the inner woman, cleansing her of
any lingering odor that might be offensive. Regina washed her hair and
used a hand dryer on it, fluffing it out in a natural fall over her
shoulders. She used a good perfume and picked her other good robe, the
pale blue one that she could almost see through.
Feeling wicked, she didn't use her scuffs, but chose instead a pair of
the new wedgies with the high soles and outrageously tall heels. They
made her legs appear even longer and slimmer, and she pirouetted before
the mirror to watch them.
For the first time, she thought of her daughter as she thought of
Stella Baker. Would she, when the time came, make love to Monica, too?
Regina wasn't sure about that, although the idea gave her hot tingles
along her lower spine, Monica was a lovely, sensuous girl, young and
new, and she shouldn't miss the tender ecstasy only another woman could
show her how to share.
Leaving the bathroom, Regina thought that could come later, if at all.
Sharp waves of excitement rose in her belly as she walked downstairs,
her thighs making soft, kissing noises when they touched in passing.
She would certainly fuck both her husband and her son, perhaps changing
off on them, and she might become involved with her daughter.
It was going to be a highly interesting evening, she thought, and
headed directly for the living room, for the little bar across one
corner. As she walked over the carpet, she couldn't help flashing back
to the glorious fuck scenes she had already experienced in this room,
on the couch and on the carpet. But tonight would top them all.
She had two tall pitchers of rum cokes mixed, and was adding lemon when
Bill came into the room. He was wearing his terrycloth robe, she saw
with satisfaction. He said, "Making them a little weak, for the kids?"
Nodding, she pointed to one pitcher. "This one is; ours is double
strength. They're a hell of a lot younger than we are, lover. We're
going to need extra fuel, to keep up with them."
Helping himself to a glass, Bill poured it full and dropped an ice cube
into the mahogany-colored mixture. "Oh, I don't know about that. I've
been doing pretty good, for an old man. You know, I had no idea that I
could fuck for so long and for so many times running. It must be all
the new cunt I'm getting. Not that yours is old, baby--I was just too
used to it. Now it's thrilling for me again, like getting married to
you all over again."
"I know," she said. "I keep getting so excited that I can't stand
still."
There was a squeal upstairs, and as their heads swung toward the
stairs, they saw Monica come flying down them with her brother in close
pursuit. Giggling, they skidded to a stop in the living room, but not
before Regina had caught a glimpse of her daughter's exposed crotch
when the robe flared back.
The girl had a beautiful mound, lightly haired in the color of her
head, the shade of new honey. Her thighs were cunningly joined to her
hips, in the precision work of a master jeweler; her tanned legs made
the white strip around her lower belly more startling.
"We got to kidding around," Dale grinned, "and she snapped me with her
towel. Good thing she didn't hit where she was aiming, or I'd be out of
action already."
Bill had a tough time looking at his son, Regina noticed. He managed to
smile, but it was weak around the edges. Monica no longer appeared to
be sure of herself, so Regina took mercy and poured her daughter a weak
drink. She pushed one across the little bar to her son, too.
"Here's to something," Dale said, and took a big swallow.
"Here's to us--and love," Monica said defiantly, and spoiled the effect
by choking on her rum coke.
"Let's all relax," Regina said. "We'll have a few drinks and loosen up,
and then--"
It worked out just as she imagined, because it only took a couple of
drinks to stand Monica on her ear, and Dale was almost as giggly. But
as he danced with his sister and her robe insisted upon slipping open
so that he could rub his stiff cock against her receptive belly, he got
more and more inflamed, so that his playing turned serious.
Dropping her robe, Regina came around the bar to back in between her
husband's legs. Bill couldn't shed his own robe fast enough, and she
felt his erect prick shoved against her backbone. He cupped her tits
and rolled the erectile nipples between his thumbs and forefingers,
while his mouth worked hotly and damply at the base of her head,
tickling the back of her neck.
Her eyes were on their children, their kids turned sexy and suddenly
ripe for the fucking. Dale's mouth fastened to his sister's, and his
hands swept the robe from her shoulders, dropped it from her taut body
to fall in a heap at her feet.
Bill's harsh whisper hissed into Regina's ear: "There! Look at that
beautiful little pussy, and wait until you see what she can do with it.
That kid is going to get himself one fine piece of hot ass."
She watched her son's prick stand out, saw the tell-tale diamond of
pre-seminal fluid upon its tip, and thought that Dale wasn't the only
one who'd get a fine screwing.
Chapter 16
Dale wasted no more time. He forced his sister back and down, dropping
her upon the couch with her fine legs flashing. Regina saw that her
daughter had good, solid tits; they were a bit small but would grow,
and their cute little nipples were quivering.
Like her mother, Regina thought warmly--give the girl a prick rubbing
against her belly, and she was ready for anything, anywhere. Indeed,
Monica seemed to have forgotten there were on-lookers, she was so
wrapped up in her brother. Her small hands were fluttering over his
ass, and one of them found his hard cock.
Dale said, "That's right, baby--squeeze it, feel my prick in your hand,
because in just a minute, you're going to feel it in your little
pussy."
Head on the couch pillow, Monica simply arched her back and pulled him
toward her spread thighs, holding him firmly by the shaft.
"Direct little bitch, isn't she?" Bill asked, his breath stirring the
short hairs at Regina's nape.
"She's hot and hungry," Regina said. "You and Chuck stirred her up
something fierce today, and now she's about ready to boil over. She's a
very beautiful girl, Bill."
Dale dipped his face and found one of his sister's tits to suck on as
she guided the head of his long, stiff prick into the squirming, humid
mound. Shoving up against him, she made it easier for him to work his
pole inside her snatch, and Regina could see the honey-haired labia
stretching, coming elastically apart to allow entrance to the cockhead.
"Come on," Monica was muttering, come on! Hurry and put it in me. I
can't stand waiting any longer, Dale. Fuck me!"
Bill stroked Regina's tits and she rolled her back into the flagpole of
his cock. He said, "She sure sounds like her mother."
Regina stared avidly at the young people, and saw her son's rigid prick
slide into her daughter's pussy. It was a lovely, unforgettable sight,
she thought, and one that she would forever treasure. She heard the
gasp from Monica's lips, and the sigh of delight from Dale's open
mouth.
"They're fucking," she said softly aloud. "Our children are fucking
each other, Bill. They're both so sweet, so luscious, that I could just
eat them up."
"And you probably will," he said. "But yes--I see what you mean, I'm
not jealous of the boy. I want them both to be happy, to fuck until
they come."
Regina held to his thighs and wiggled her ass, her eyes glued to her
kids as they screwed on the couch. Her husband couldn't take the
teasing and great pressure any longer. Sliding off the barstool, Bill
said: "I'll move the stool out a little, and you bend over it with your
legs spread. I can get into you from behind. We can fuck while we watch
the kids."
Obediently, she followed his orders, positioning herself belly-down
across the seat of the barstool, her tits hanging down, and her hands
taking a brace upon the foot rungs. It was truly a passive, subjugated
position, and she had an idea that she was going to like it very much.
Across the room, Dale said, "Sister baby--oh shake that great ass!
Grind your tight, hot cunt on me, sis! Take my prick up your pussy and
fuck like a mink."
Monica answered, "Drive it home, brother dear! Cram that meat deep into
my vagina and fuck me so hard that I'll pass out!"
Regina kept herself relaxed and soft, and knew a moment of impatience
when her husband used his finger in her pulsing snatch, instead of his
cock. But Bill did no more than feel into her juicy hole, before
drawing his finger out again, and she wondered what the brief caress
was all about.
She was gazing entranced at her screwing children when he said down to
her: "Something different this time, Regina. I'm using your cunt oils
to grease the head of my dick, and you can feel where I'm putting
what's left over--"
She flinched as she felt his fingertip at her uptilted asshole, when
she felt her own pussy lotion being smeared into the rim. Before she
realized what her husband was up to, he set his cockhead in place.
"Bill! Not in my ass! Wait a second--Bill--"
He had one hand on the end of her spine, and was using the other to
help his cock push. "Be quiet, Regina, and watch them fuck. You're
going to get it up your ass, because I always wanted to, and there'll
never be a better time than right now. Relax, and it won't hurt; my
prick isn't all that big, and it's all greased up right now."
She subsided, a strange new desire kindling within her body,
remembering the fingers that had been shoved in her asshole while she
was being screwed. That had felt good, and she wondered how much better
a full-sized prick would be.
Grunting, her eyelids fluttered and she clenched the stool rungs when
he put it in her as gently as possible, but with all the force
necessary to make his knob penetrate the tight ring of her greased
anus.
On the couch, Dale cried out: "Oh baby--oh wow! I'm going to come--
going to shoot off in your hot little crack, sis!"
And his sister answered, "Oh-oh-OH! I'm coming, too--ah, your prick is
hard and long--longer than my guy's shaft--not as big as Daddy's cock--
but crazy, crazy! Feed that meat to me, dear brother--ahhh!"
Slowly, the head of her husband's prick made a passage into her asshole
and Regina found that if she pushed back, she helped the ring expand to
take him inside.
Once the head had eased itself beyond the circle, it slipped suddenly
into the tube beyond, and with one long, easy thrust, Bill Abbott
buried his prick to the balls inside his wife's ass.
Regina flinched and her belly went tight upon the bar stool cushion as
a totally new sensation spread from her ass throughout her surprised
vagina, as the wondrous feeling reached her clitoris and jolted it with
an almost physical blow. She had a cock up her ass, and it was good.
Gently, Bill moved back, and she moved for him, making a little circle
with the cheeks of her ass, and in so doing, rubbed her snatch into the
edge of the cushion. He stroked forward again, his tool filling and
stretching the narrow sheath of her anus. She felt as if his prick were
reaching all the way up into her belly, and thought wildly that when he
came, the semen might very well explode up through her stomach and
along her throat to shower from her open mouth.
But she fucked him anyhow, taking care since he filled her so, knowing
that she could easily tear the delicate tissues of her ass if she got
too excited. And the very newness of what he was trying turned Bill on,
the constriction of the rubbery sleeve around his embedded cock made
him reach quickly for his mounting orgasm.
He let it go into her asshole, flooded the tube with his sizzling come
and collapsed forward upon her upturned buttocks. Bill was gasping and
she thought that his climax must have been a tremendous one. She came
close to hitting a crest of her own, but held off deliberately, since
he stopped screwing her.
When her eyes cleared, she saw that their kids were staring transfixed
at what they had watched, a variation neither of them had ever
attempted. Regina remained still until her husband backed his cock from
her hole, drawing a trail of buttery liquid behind it. Then she swung
herself erect with a feeling of triumph, because she had taken on a new
dimension; she had experienced another kind of physical love, and now
had touched just about all the bases.
Turning back to the bar, she had two drinks in quick succession, and
felt the hot jolt of them in her belly. Then walking to the center of
the floor, she lay down and held up her arms to her son.
"Ready to fuck your mother again, darling?"
Dale moved toward her, tugging his sister by the hand. "Lie down beside
mom," he commanded. "Dad can mount you, while I top Mother."
Silently, Monica drifted down, and when her sleek young ass touched
Regina's hip, their hands found each other. It was a comfort, Regina
thought, a closeness finer than ever before.
Bill came stiff-legged over to stand with his reddened shaft out before
him, some of his come leaking from its tip. Only a sexed-up tangle like
this, with his daughter and wife and son, could turn her husband onto
another piece of ass so soon, Regina thought.
And then the time for thinking was past. Her son climbed between her
thighs and, without preliminaries, set the bulb of his greasy cock
against the waiting lips of his mother's golden-haired pussy. Watching
mesmerized, Bill Abbott saw his son slide a hard cock into his wife,
saw his wife wiggle in far-out rapture as the rigid length of the
boyish prick vanished into the wet gripping of her cunt.
Robotlike, he went to his own knees, and his daughter stared up at him,
at the glistening cock-head that had just been removed from her
mother's hole. Regina saw them come together, watched with intense
concentration as her husband pushed the head of that prick into her
daughter's eager cleft, watched Monica's feet lift higher and higher
until the toes were pointing at the ceiling.
Bill's cock went in to the roots, and his hairy balls came to rest in
the crack of his girl's shuddering young ass. Just then Monica squeezed
her mother's hand, as if to say: mom, I've got your man's prick in me,
and it's wonderful.
But so was Dale's cock, moving impetuously within the steamy nest of
his mother's aroused pussy, and Regina squeezed back, as if to say: I
understand, and bless you.
"Fuck me, Daddy," Monica breathed.
Regina said, "Fuck me, son."
Then they fell silent, the four of them moving sweetly together,
sinuously together. Regina brushed her ass against her daughter's ass
as she squirmed, and the contact seemed to bind them all even closer,
to make a circle of them, so that their ecstasy was equally shared, so
that their blissful fucking was spread throughout all their bodies at
the same time.
Lifting to one elbow, reaching her face up and over, Regina made it a
more perfect circle by making contact with her husband. Their mouths
met, and Bill's tongue began to plunge back and forth into her gasping
mouth in just the manner that his prick was pumping in and out of his
daughter's fine, clenching pussy.
Dale continued to fuck, pounding his cock to the hilt with prideful
thrusts that demonstrated to his father that he was just as much a man,
that he could fuck his father's wife just as hard, just as pleasingly.
Bill groaned against her teeth, and she sucked upon his tongue. From
somewhere, a soft hand came to fondle one of her aching tits, and she
thought the hand was Monica's. Violent forces raged within her vagina,
and her clit was threatening to tear loose from its moorings. Regina
hunched to her son's cock and let herself go completely.
She would never know which of them reached the first orgasm. The
tangle, the interweaving, was so blended that who came first did not
matter. There were moanings and humpings, little glad cries of rapture
and the panting sounds of lust run rampant. There were the noises a
wetly hammering prick makes in a well-drenched pussy. There was a
symphony of flesh upon flesh and the segue of skins.
Regina came in a crazy kind of grabbing, kissing, wiggling. She felt
hot semen spatter the length and breadth of her insanely aroused cunt,
and she felt the slash of teeth as a man's mouth locked into her lip.
She knew the grip of hands upon her tender boobs, and she threshed in
an orgiastic voluptuousness that made her brain expand.
Enmeshed in the tender trappings of legs and arms, held together by
pricks and cunts and hands and mouths, they were, for an uncountable
period of time, one object turned inanimate in the furnace of emotions
that fused them.
Slowly, regretfully, they came apart. When Regina got back to the
world, she found herself looking up into the serious face of her
daughter.
"Mom," Monica said, "you're just boss, the very most. I love you so
much."
Weakly, Regina touched Monica's cheek. "I love you, dear. We all love
each other now--deeply and fully. It's going to be wonderful around
here from now on. You'll get an idea of just how wonderful, as soon as
we all catch our breaths. I want you and me to make love, darling."
Monica didn't hesitate. "Of course, mom."
Regina let her hand drop. In a minute, she would sit up and have
another drink to put more fuel in her tank, although she could probably
run the rest of the night on her stored-up energy.
She thought of the house across the yard, of four other people who were
just as deliriously happy, who were exploring the heretofore forbidden
mysteries of each other's bodies, breaking every taboo on the list, and
reveling in the joy of the destruction.
Stella and Chuck Baker; Carey and Judy Baker--four lovely, sensuous
people--would now widen the circle of love to include the Abbotts.
Idly, warmly, Regina wondered what it was going to be like to have
eight naked people in one room, doing all sorts of exciting things.
But that was for another time, she reminded herself, and opened her
eyes to the now of her magically sensitized existence. She saw her son,
his prick drooping only a bit--and her husband, with his cock bent in
the middle, but only momentarily; she saw her lovely daughter, with the
froth of semen gleaming on her pussy hairs.
It was going to be a long night, Regina thought, and a happy one.