BEE-6675A Lawfully Wedded Nymph by Eve Ning
Chapter 9
The sun was high in the sky by the time Liz awakened the next morning.
She stretched, feeling wonderful. Last night had been something special
- for all three of them - something she hoped they would share again
soon.
She rolled to her side and glanced at Jason and Mona still asleep atop
the double sleeping bag. She had never thought about this brother and
sister making love, but last night she had found out just how sexy a
sight watching her husband ball actually was. That he was fucking his
sister only seemed to heighten the sexual thrill. Definitely something
the three of them must do again, she nodded to herself with a smile.
In fact, she realized, she wouldn't mind a repeat performance right
now. But neither of her lovers looked in any shape at the moment to
assist her. Again she smiled, realizing just how much of a sex hungry
woman she was. She didn't mind, it made her feel marvelous. It was a
feeling she hoped would be around for a long time.
Quietly slipping from her husband's side, Liz stood and found a pair of
blue jeans and a blouse within her pack. She slipped into them,
purposely forgetting panties and bra. She felt deliciously wicked this
morning and only half dressing served to prolong that feeling. Also,
she wanted to walk down to the river for a swim and underwear would
only get in the way of undressing for a skinny dip.
Outside the tent, she was surprised to find everyone still in their
tents. It was late. Perhaps they had all had the same type of night she
had shared with her husband and his sister. She hoped so!
Slowly strolling down to the river, she enjoyed the feeling of the sun
warming her body. A warmth she was more than appreciative of when she
stretched out on the bank to allow the sun to dry her after a brief
swim. Lying there, alone and naked seemed to fit her sensual mood
perfectly. She wasn't sure just how long she soaked in the sun, nor did
she care. But eventually the smell of fresh brewing coffee wafted in
her nostrils. Somebody was awake back at camp and that coffee did smell
good. Reluctantly, she gave in to that enticing aroma, rising to once
more slip into jeans and blouse.
Back at camp, Bret squatted alone beside a small fire. Her son looked
up and smiled when she approached. "Hey, today's not your turn as chief
cook and bottle washer."
"I know," he replied. "But since nobody else was awake, I thought I
could manage a bit of coffee. Care for a cup?"
"Mmmmmmm," she nodded, accepting the tin cup he handed her and sipping.
"Hey, that's good. Think I'll keep you around as my son a little
longer. It's hard to find a man that can make a good cup of coffee."
Bret laughed. "I was thinking about going ahead and getting breakfast
ready for everybody. Want to help?"
"Might as well," she answered. "What's on the menu?"
"I saw what looked like a patch of wild blackberries back in the woods
yesterday before..." He stopped, obviously not wishing to remind her of
Frank's explosion yesterday. He took a deep breath and started again.
"Anyway, I thought they might be just the right touch for pancakes."
"In my day, when a young man asked a girl to go blackberry picking, it
was usually just an excuse to get her alone and make a pass," she said
in jest. "What's on your mind, young man?"
"Blackberries," he smiled, picking up a small bowl and standing. He
offered his mother a hand as she rose from beside the fire. "And my
mother."
Liz looked at her son, unsure what he meant. "Is something bothering
you?"
"Yes," he said, as they walked away from the camp, moving into the
forest. "Yesterday. I've been thinking about what happened yesterday."
"I know yesterday was hard on you," Liz began. "Frank was cruel. He had
no right to speak to Karen, or you, that way. However, I thought you
handled yourself well. I think if I had been in your place, I would
have punched his nose... or worse. In fact, I almost did."
Bret smiled. "That's over with. Karen and I had a long talk last night.
In fact, that's all we did last night was talk. She had to get things
straight in her head. She was pretty well shaken up by all that
happened."
"And you?"
"Me too," he admitted. "Especially by what you said last night."
"Me?"
"About what happened with you and Phil," Bret said, stopping and
looking at his mother. "That you and Phil had made love."
Suddenly, she didn't know what to say.
"And what Dad said about Linda and him making love," her son continued.
"At first, it just blew my mind - you, my mother, making it with my
cousin Phil, and Linda and Dad out there in the woods together. But
this morning, I've had time to think about it some more. And I guess
the shock has worn off some..."
He paused, as though he were uncertain of what to say next.
"And?" She was sure what her son was trying to say. But at that moment,
she was hoping. If Jason and Linda made love, why not Bret and her?
"And, I was hoping that perhaps you felt..." he stumbled over his
words, "...that you and I could ...that I could make love with you."
Liz's heart was beating at twice its normal speed. This is what she had
hoped for, what she suddenly realized she wanted, what she had felt for
Phil and hadn't recognized. She wanted to make love with her son, to
have her own son fuck her.
"Yes," she said simply.
"Huh?" Bret looked at her, as if he didn't believe his own ears.
"I said, 'yes'." She repeated, smiling widely. "I want to make love
with you. I want you to be my lover."
He dropped the small bowl he held. His mouth fell ajar slightly, as
though he still couldn't believe her words. However, she could see the
effects of her answer in the thickening bulge in her son's crotch.
"I think it would be easier for the both of us, if I undressed myself,"
she said. "That is unless you'd like to do it."
"No," he shook his head. "I think I'll have enough trouble with my own
clothes. Will this be good enough?" His hand waved around the spot on
which they stood. "Or do you want me to go back to camp and get a
blanket or something?"
"No, you stay right here," she answered. The spot was perfect. It was
grassy and concealed well enough from camp. It wasn't hidden, but
secluded. Besides, the thought of someone coming out here to look for
them and finding her in her son's arms already had her pussy dampening
with a flow of womanly juices.
Liz began to unbutton her blouse. At the same time, Bret's fingers
clumsily went after the buttons of his shirt, while his eyes remained
locked on his mother.
One by one, the flaming-haired beauty slipped the buttons open to her
blouse. Inch by inch the "V" of her neckline dipped, exposing a broad
expanse of soft, smooth-looking flesh. Down her hands worked, laying
open the sweet valley separating the partially unveiled contours of her
big, heavy tits.
With her son's eyes roving each inch of her body she exposed for him,
she pulled her blouse from her jeans and quickly stripped it from her
arms. He caught his breath. She stood there, the slightly pendulous
balls of her tits swaying lusciously on her chest. The pleasure he
found in her tits was reflected in the longing caress of his gaze. She
felt a warm ripple of desire and pride rush up and down her spine.
Her hands then freed the snap to her jeans and the zipper. She wiggled
free of the pants and tossed them aside, to stand completely naked
before her son. Her choice of no panties and bra had been correct. She
had no intention of this earlier, but now it seemed so right.
Apparently, it did for him, too. Shirt cast aside, he skinned out of
jockey shorts and blue jeans at the same time. His cock, liberated from
the confines of his pants, twitched like a mighty pole of lust from his
youthful groin. Its slitted mouth seemed to stare at her like a tiny
eye. She shivered with want.
Before he could move or speak, she stepped to him. Tenderly, she
reached out and took a firm hold on his stiff rod. Just the mere touch
of his virile cock sent sizzling thrills racing on a direct line to the
moist cleft of her shaven loins. She squeezed lovingly, eliciting a
moan of pleased surprise from her son.
"You're a beautiful young man," she whispered, leaning forward and
kissing him. Their tongues played and dueled for moments, then they
parted. "I think this lovely cock would like a kiss."
He didn't need to answer. The lusty jerk of his prick told her she was
right. Slavishly, she lowered herself to her knees before him. Leaning
to his crotch, she ran her tongue out and licked up and down the
massive thickness of his sex. She felt and relished the excited thrills
she sent swirling through his groin.
Then she opened her mouth and accepted the ponderous burden of his cock
into the humid warmth of her face. The crystal juices welling from his
glans flowed to her tongue and she tasted him. The manly favor was one
she knew well, but this vintage was something she had never experienced
before. This was her son's cock she cradled lovingly within her cock-
hungry jaws. This was her own son she was kneeling before, giving him
head.
Sliding down the fat rail of his prick, taking him deep into her
throat, she realized what Jason must have felt with their daughter
Linda. She knew what her husband felt. She was feeling it now. Back she
eased. The salvia-glistening column of her son's cock sliding from her
tightly puckered lips. She heard him moan above her and glanced up to
find his eyes gazing down, down at his mother and her worshipping lips
wrapped lovingly around his throbbing dick.
Watching him watch her, she dropped back down the rigid lance of his
dork. At the same time, she tucked a hand between his trembling thighs,
over his scrotum and up the hot crease of his ass. With no difficulty,
she found the taut ring of his anus and tapped it with a finger.
The results were explosive. Results she was prepared for. Her son's
pelvis lurched, stabbing his cock into her face, into her welcoming
throat. Inhaling deeply through her nostrils to fight the gag reflex,
she accepted every inch of his bludgeoning prick. She took it and
worshipped it.
Pulling her head back a bit, she sucked up and down the pulsing shaft.
Her tongue licked and laved around the fat circumference of his
manhood. Meanwhile, her probing finger taunted the tiny mouth of his
asshole. Carefully, she teased at him, eventually working her finger
into his rectum, then easing her finger in and out of his bowels.
She would have been satisfied just kneeling there, sucking at her son's
shaft and fingering his asshole until she felt his hot gushes of come
flooding into her mouth. But Bret, as marvelous as her mouth was,
wanted something else.
"No more," he moaned, quivering with the delicious feel of her lips and
tongue. "No more, please. I want in you. I want to make love with you."
What he wanted was to fuck her. But she wasn't about to quibble over
terms. She'd gladly exchange mouth for cunt and love it.
Carefully extracting that teasing fingertip from her son's asshole, the
red-haired temptress sucked at his prong with all her might, inching
her way off his lust-swollen rod. Her mouth came free of his throbbing
young cock with a wet, smacking sound that seemed to echo around them.
Then without direction, she simply reclined on her back at his feet.
"Take me. Push that beautiful cock up your mother's cunt."
She opened her thighs, allowing him a view of her vulnerable-looking
pussy, shaven and pink and glistening with the wet flow of her arousal.
She raised her arms, beckoning her son to mount the voluptuous bed of
her wanton flesh.
He came to her, carefully lowering his body atop hers. He pressed down
on her, his weight feeling wonderful. His chest crushed against her
chest, flattening the satin-covered balls of her breasts. She moaned,
every cell of her body ready to receive the offering of his young cock.
Down between their cores, his hand moved. She felt him grip the rigid
staff of his prick and guide to the waiting slit of her cunt. There
poised against the bare lips of her pussy he pulsed, the fat head of
his prick throbbing.
She spread her legs wider, then whispered, "Yes."
He responded with a quick thrust of his hips. Up into the welcoming
sheath of her juice-filled snatch, his virile shaft glided. Deep and
hard, he plowed the loving hole of his mother's body. Their pelvises
met, tightly pressed, and he lay still.
She did not mind. It was wonderful to have him within her. Her body was
alive, hypersensitive. She felt the throbbing twitches of the love
shaft she cradled in the innermost recess of her pussy. She thrilled at
the hot, filling length of him.
Then he moved.
Not quickly, but with deliberate languor. He dragged himself from her
body. A fraction of an inch at a time, he slithered that ponderous tool
up from the fiery depths of her cunt. Slowly, ever slowly, he raised
his hips. Higher and higher, sluicing out from the caressing folds of
her cunt he came.
Then, with glans remaining within the mouth of her vagina, he began a
series of rapid-fire strokes. Not the deep-grinding thrust of his
youthful loins she hungered for, but short, titillating jabs that drove
but an inch or two of his cock into her pussy.
She clutched at his ass, trying to pull him deeper into the wanton
quick of her belly, but he resisted. Instead he continued those short,
quick, teasing strokes. He taunted, feeding the flames of her passion.
He knew damn well what he was doing to her and she loved him for it. He
was making love to her, building the needs of her body to a fevered
pitch.
"Ahhhhhahhhhh!" She cried out in lusty surprise.
In one hard, probing thrust, he rammed home. Hard and long, he packed
her quivering cunt with every inch of his fat cock. His ball bag, soft
and hairy, bounced off the curved cushions of her ass. Then he was
still, just lying there, his magnificent prick pulsating within the
burning recess of her belly.
How long she held the hardness of him there she didn't know. It was
enough to just savor the filled feeling of her body. But when he did
begin to move again, it was in that same pleasure-agonizing slow-motion
stroke.
Up and out he moved, the blood-engorged head of his cock sliding out
from her depths. Inch by inch, he withdrew. Then he moved back in. It
was a marvelous tease, a fantastic taunt of sensations, forcing her to
focus her full attention on his cock. And when she did, she felt him,
felt every pulse of that pleasing piston. She was sure that had someone
been watching they would have thought them to be lying still. But she
knew, knew well that her son's cock was reaming the interior of her
cunt with delicious languor.
When he upped the tempo of his slithering probes only a fraction of
that tantalizing slow-motion speed, it was like he was drilling in and
out at neck-break speed. But still he moved within her only a fraction
of an inch with each passing second. It was a sheer torture, a torment
of excruciating pleasure. It was a new, thrilling stirring of her
carnal senses.
Slowly, ever slowly, her sons' hips increased the vigor of their
thrusts, until he drilled in and out of her body at a firm, steady
pace. She groaned, savoring the flowing motion for his young body,
delighting in the satisfaction of just having him within her.
"Deeper," she urged him. "I want you deeper within me."
Immediately, his hands slid down the womanly curves of her sides to
tuck beneath the cheeks of her ass. Hands firmly wedged under her rump,
he lifted her from the ground. Like a sword entering its sheath, his
lusty wand glided to the innermost reaches of her edacious cunt. He
plowed into the folds of her pussy, the thick, swollen head of his
prick opening her body to him.
At the same time, he managed to wiggle a finger into the cleft of her
ass. Then he returned the favor she had performed for him earlier. He
drilled that finger into the tight, tiny hole of her anus.
She went wild. The dual impalement on cock and finger was unbelievable.
She pushed back and his finger slipped deeper into the smooth channel
of her rectum. Her hips lurched forward and his mighty spear of flesh
skewered even deeper into her pussy.
"God!" She writhed beneath her son. "Oh, sweet God!"
She was a vessel of lust. She existed for him and him alone. She felt
like a total sex object, her only reason for existing - to give her
body to her son.
Even held firmly in his palms, she could move. And move she did. Her
hips bucked and arched. She squeezed her vaginal muscles and undulated
her pelvis. Every inch of her body was alive with his presence and she
wanted him to know it. Her hands gripped his buttocks and kneaded them.
She hunched and fucked, squirming and thrashing under his constant
poling of virile cockflesh.
Again his hips increased the rhythm of their thrusts. Harder and
deeper, he drove into her. She moaned and took him. She groaned and
accepted everything his finger and prick were doing to her. She
whispered into his ear, telling him all the marvelous things he was
doing. She moaned out the lewd wants and desires she held for him.
Out his pelvis wrenched. In his groin drove. Out and in, in and out, he
fed his fat pussy-pleaser into the greedy slit of her snatch. He fucked
her now. Love making gave way to lust and need. Harder and harder, his
swollen dork ravaged the grateful channel of her cunt. Stronger and
stronger, the throbbing length of his prick burned within her.
She matched him stroke for stroke. Her hips arched and thrusted. She
bucked under his onslaught. She pulled at him, trying to pull every
inch of his manhood into her wanton pussy, trying to suck his balls
with the lips of her vagina. She squeezed, tightening herself. She
twisted and gyrated, swirling his massive prong around within the
scabbard of her belly.
Hotter her need flamed. Higher the winds of pleasure took her. The
pounding of her thighs pulsed like the roar of thunder. Then the
universe exploded around her.
She came!
The whole earth seemed to tremble beneath her. Ecstasy raced in her
veins. She cried aloud, cried out the total pleasure of her powerful
release. For an eternity, she soared, rising higher and higher.
Minutes, transformed to hours of consuming passion, held her body in a
grip of desire.
Long, so damn long, she trembled and quaked, unable to do anything but
to writhe there in the arms of her son. But when she finally descended
back to earth, she turned her attention to satisfying the young man
atop her.
It didn't take much, simply slipping her hand down between his thighs
and lightly touching the taut bag of his scrotum. He came. She held him
closely, lovingly, while the fires of his passion spewed up the center
of his cock and blasted into the chalice of her cunt.
Deep within the core of her body, she felt the hard-pulsing, jerking
throbs of his glans as the creamy seed of her son's loins gushed into
her pussy. He moaned and shook atop her. He kissed and bit at her neck.
He emptied the thick flood of his lust into the very receptive channel
of her sex.
And when the last quivering had passed, his mouth moved to hers. His
tongue probed deeply, gratefully. They lay there, holding each other,
their fingertips lovingly tracing the features of their faces. At one
point, he attempted to move from atop, to lessen the weight of his
body, but she clung to him refusing to end this moment. She felt his
cock soften to a hose within her, but still she refused to relinquish
the feel of his body.
Lying there, she kissed and fondled his youthful body, reveling in the
strength of his muscles. Then she felt it. There, quietly lying within
the come-drenched tunnel of her pussy, Bret's cock stirred. It came to
life, growing, hardening, swelling, pulsing with new need.
"Again," she simply said.
Immediately, his hips began to move.
Gratefully, she eased her son's face to hers and kissed him
passionately.