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Date: Wed, 16 Aug 1995 09:13:38 UTC
Subject: Danny does Mom (1/11) Inc, beast
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Here's another story I haven't seen posted for awhile.  I didn't write it 
and won't repost it.  It starts out slow, but is worth the read.  Don't 
read it if you are offended by the subject.  And no minors should read 
this. 

<< Danny Does Mom / Part 1 >>Chapter 1
        Helen Fredericson's auburn hair, piled high in a 
French twist,accentuated her creamy complexion and the 
shimmer of her emerald-greeneyes. The stark white of a 
high-necked hostess gown revealed a sizethirty-seven 
bust line that even a severe bra failed to confine and the 
firmcurvature of size thirty-six hips; the effect was to 
give herfive-foot-six-inch figure a regal appearance that 
was reinforced by her grace andcomposure. She busied 
herself straightening up evidence of company,emptying 
ashtrays, wiping away rings left by glasses, and 
smoothingwrinkled cushions.
        Art Fredericson hovered over his wife, hands 
deep-thrust into hispockets, lips compressed, and weight 
shifting from one foot to the other.His gaze wandered 
over her body, drawn by each movement of a muscle, 
andhe continually wetted his lips with his tongue tip. His 
sun-bleached hairwas tousled, and it seemed natural 
above a face roughened by years ofexposure to the 
weather and eyes whose blue had faded in the wind. 
Hisleansix-one frame saved him from looking short in 
contrast to his wife'sheight,and he had an aura of 
suppressed explosiveness about him.
        Helen brushed past her husband and bent to wipe 
a spot from a cornerof the coffee table. Art's hand came 
out of his pocket to caress her ass.Shejerked whirled to 
face him, angry red spots flaming over her cheekbones.
        "Art! For God's sake!"
        "Sorry." Art mumbled and returned his hand to 
his pocket.
        Helen doubted that. "After all, there's a time and 
a place foreverything! Honestly! I think you're getting as 
bad as Barry."
        "Sure, sure. Dirty old man."
        "Don't be sarcastic. He is. I don't know why Van 
lets him get awaywith it." Vanessa Rush was the closest 
friend Helen had - they'd been likesister's since high 
school days - but Helen disapproved of 
Van'spermissiveattitude. 'Letting him look at other 
women the way he does!' she thought.'And giggling and 
simpering when he feels her up - right out in 
public!Ugh!Grandma would have a word for it; she'd 
have called Van a "strumpet"!'
        "Shit! He's only thirty-one. How can he be a dirty 
old man? And shelets him because it's natural and she 
likes it!"
        "That's right. When you can't think how to get 
out of it, use badlanguage." She moved out of Art's reach 
and continued her work.
        "At least I live in the real world. Christ, Helen, 
sex isn't a disease!"Art sounded quietly desperate. 
"Nothing dirty about it, except what youmake it in your 
mind."
        "Art Fredericson! Blame it all on me! Grandma 
would have said . . . "
        "GRANDMA, HORSESHIT! Goddamned prude! 
I never will know how comeyour old man couldn't walk 
on water after that immaculate conception!"
        "Art! How dare you!"
        He grumbled and subsided. Helen finished the 
coffee table and turnedto the last end table. Suddenly 
she felt Art's hand slide up the innerslope ofher thigh. 
She clamped her knees together and struck at his arm.
        "Damn it! You want Danny to see something like 
that?" She blazed ather husband.
        "Do him good. His age, he ought to start 
learning."
        "Oh! So I've neglected his education!"
        "No! He gets the theory in those school courses! 
But you've surewarped it! Hell, a kid ought to know a pat 
on the fanny is a sign ofaffection!"
        "Sign of affection! Just lewd, that's what! He saw 
enough of thatbetween Barry and Van tonight!"
        Art chuckled. "And wondered how it would be to 
try it on that hot-eyed kid sister of Van's! See the way he 
kept sizing her up?"
        "Terrible! That's what I mean! And Olga actually 
flirted!"
        "Like with a ten-year-old. That chick isn't going 
to break in a fifteen-year-old.'
        "She's a tramp!" Helen glanced about the room to 
see if she'd missedany spot of disorder. "He's more 
mature than any of the boy's she's datedhere."
        "Carries himself like a man, all right. She may be 
overlooking anexperience!"
        "Oh, Art, don't always be dirty-minded!"
        "Okay, okay. Come on, baby, let's go to bed. The 
house can wait."
        "A lot you care! You don't have to face it in the 
morning. You just gooff to work and let me worry about 
it."
        "And you do. Twenty-four hours a day."
        She stiffened. "I have to do something to take my 
mind off howgrouchy you've gotten!"
        "Who the hell wouldn't be grouchy? Takes a 
national holiday aroundhere for a guy to get a piece of 
ass! And then its like reading theDeclarationof 
Independence through bulletproof glass!"
        "Art fredericson! You're mean and crude! Go on 
in, I'll be there in aminute.
        She clenched her fists as she watched her 
husband go into the hallway.She hated these scenes and 
had a knot in her belly that kept gettinglargeras the 
scenes became more frequent. Her grandmother had 
warned her, longbefore she was old enough to 
understand.
        "Selfish, flesh-loving beasts, all of them," the old 
lady had said often."Even your father, dear thing.'
        And while Helen's parents had fun and went 
places, her paternalgrandmother had stuck top the 
dreadful task of reshaping a lustful,filthy-minded child 
into a civilized girl. Helen knew that's what old 
Mrs.Farrellhad done. Hadn't she been told often enough? 
She'd rebelled, sheremembered. She'd played with 
herself and spied on her father, filled withwonder at that 
enormous cock of his, and made up fantastic stories in 
hermind about relations with all the boys she knew. 
'Yes', she thought'Grandmahad a real challenge. She'd 
been losing it, too, until that wildernesstripwith the 
Indian guide.
        "Not that he made the difference." she muttered 
bitterly to herself."But what it did to Grandma."
        Even Helen's mother had agreed Grandma 
Farrell's death - her massivestroke - had come as a direct 
result of Helen's pregnancy. And Helen hadnever lost the 
black worm of guilt over the fact she'd regretted 
thosehourswith Tony, the guide, only for her 
grandmother's death - not for themortalsin she, herself 
had committed with him. That personal lust - 
thatterrible,conscience-deadening pleasure - had burned 
into her the truth of what hergrandmother had steadfastly 
maintained.
        "You're your mother all over again," her 
grandmother had said darkly,over and over. "No shame. 
No moral fiber. You'll never be a Farrell."
        And on the old lady's abrupt death, Helen had 
realized that she reallyloved her grandmother. She'd 
resolved in that moment - fully aware of theinsatiable 
sex-hunger in her - that she would atone to her 
grandmother bybecoming what the Victorian woman 
had wanted. She buried the hot-pussiedself and built 
instead a poised, frigid shell. She'd done it well, 
sheremindedherself now. Well enough that she'd kept 
Danny on the right track; wellenough that she'd never let 
herself progress to an orgasm since thatsummerin the 
woods. Her grandmother must be proud, looking down 
from heaven onthe granddaughter she'd given up for 
hopeless.
        Helen hurried to the bedroom. She had time to 
get into her nightgownand into bed before Art finished 
in the bathroom. And there were momentsto recall that 
summer. There had been a lake and a camp and Tony - 
he'dhada name even her father couldn't pronounce, so 
they'd nicknamed him tony -had gone to scout trail for 
the next day's move. Helen had gone for a lonehike, then 
turned back because of a bear. And she's heard her 
mother'ssqueal and her father's carefree, eager laugh.
        "Abe! That tickles! Behave yourself!"
        "Behave myself! When I can have my nooky in 
this setting?"
        "Your language!"
        "Fraud! Get my hand on that snatch and your 
language will make meblush!"
        "Nooky! . .. Pussy!" Helen whispered from where 
she now hid in thebrush. They were delightful, tingle-
producing words. If she crept only afewfeet further, she 
might - just might - get to watch them fuck.
        "Wait'll I catch you!" she heard her  father say 
happily.
        There was a sound of snapping twigs and rustling 
underbrush. Helen'smother burst into view and 
stumbled. Convenient to be in the middle of aclearing, 
thought Helen with a shiver. And her father overtook his 
wifethere. He pulled her to her feet and crushed her to 
him, his knee pressedtoher pussy and his hand kneading 
her ass. Helen felt her own young pussyglow as she 
watched the willing redhead who was her mother writhe 
in thehot embrace was a low moan of pleasure.
        "Honey! Honey! Oh, I want it so!"
        They fell to the dark earth, rolling over each 
other and grabbing ateach other. Without Helen seeing 
how, her mother's halter came off and laycrumpled 
under them. Abe pinned Ruth beneath him, his mouth 
gulping at herbreast and his hand diving into her shorts. 
His wife groped at his trouserfly, fumbling at the zipper 
and finally pulling out his cock.
        Helen writhed. She twisted her legs until her 
weight bore on one heel,through her pussy, and she 
clutched her breasts in her hands, 
squeezingandmassaging. Watching was better than all 
her dreams put together, shedecided. Only having the 
experience, herself, could be better. She gaspedandheld 
her breath. Her father was pulling her mother's shorts - 
and herpanties, if she had any on - over her hips. Ruth 
had her ass off thegroundand squirmed to help him, but 
she refused to let go of the reddening cock.Abe lifted his 
wife's feet as he drew off her shorts, raising her 
legsvertically and dropping one hand to prod at her twat. 
Ruth squealed andtwisted, pulling herself up until she 
could mouth the moist cockhead thatpeeked out of her 
hand.
        "Oh!" whispered Helen. "Oh, how delicious! I 
wonder how it reallytastes?" The joints of her jaw tensed 
as if she's just eaten a sour pickleand her hands fumbled 
at the waist of her sweater, then slipped inside, upto her 
bra and under it to cup the hot flesh of her girlish 
breasts.
        Abe straightened, tugging at his clothes while his 
wife gnawed at hisprick. her hair flamed in a ray of 
sunlight, a gleaming halo against thebackground of her 
husband's white belly and thick, black body hair. 
Shesatwith her knees up and her feet widely parted, her 
pussy a shimmering, wetcleft of pink between parallel 
thickets of carrot-colored pubic hair.Helengroaned 
inwardly with envy as she compared the swollen, parted 
slopeswith her vivid recollection of her own thin 
cuntlips. 'Someday!' shethought.'Someday I'll have a 
pussy like that! And a cock like that to kiss!'
        But she imagined she heard her grandmother's 
acid tone in thedistance. "Dirty-minded little girl! 
Shameless as your mother! The Devil'sown child!" 
Helen shook her head impatiently - the old woman was 
twothousand miles away, and a man named Abe Farrell 
was getting ready tofuck a woman named Ruth right in 
front of his daughter. And Ruth wassensitizing his cock 
with her mouth, savoring its maleness beforeengulfingit 
in her pussy.
        Somehow, Helen's mother scrambled to her 
knees when Abe stood up tokick off his pants. And she 
kept his cockhead in her mouth and cradled hisballs in 
her hand. he laughed and laid his fingers on her temples.
        "God, woman! You're something else today! 
Have a heart!"
        Ruth spit out her meaty mouthful and tilted her 
head back, eyesdancing as she gazed up at him. "It's 
you," she said. "I go wild, wantingyouso much!"
        He sank to his knees, his cock trapped between 
their bellies and herbreasts spreading and flattening 
against his chest. He seized herasscheeks,rolling them in 
his fingers, pressing them together to close her 
crack,parting them to expose the pink pucker of her 
asshole. Ruth slipped herarmsover his shoulders and 
pulled at his flesh with her fingers.
        "Darling," she said softly. "Oh, Abe darling! I do 
love you!" Shesquirmed, her hips thrust forward so her 
belly pressed hard against his."Especially with your 
prick in my belly button!"
        Abe fingered the crack of her ass. His eyes 
closed momentarily and heblew into his wife's hair. "If it 
were big enough, you'd train that bellybutton to suck me 
off, wouldn't you?"
        "Oh, honey!" Ruth protested laughingly.
        Her husband forced his knee between her thighs 
and raised it, liftingher from her knees and planting his 
foot on the ground. Ruth twisted,raisingherself until she 
positioned her twat above his dick. She began to 
lowerherself, her hips undulating as her cunt settled 
around his cockhead. Sheclenched her teeth in 
concentration, her gaze fixed steadily on Abe'sface.
        "Unh . . . unh . . . " Her exclamations were low-
voiced and tentative,spaced as if each were a false 
expectation of reaching the root of thecockshe was 
sliding onto. And then explosively - "UNH! Ahhh!" - she 
flung herarms around him and began nuzzling his neck, 
biting and releasing andbitingagain. Abe squirmed, 
laughing, and retaliated.
        Helen's eyes widened. She withdrew one hand 
from her breast andtouched her neck and shoulders, 
pretending someone was giving her "lovebites". She 
shivered deliciously.
        Her mother's boob formed a bride between her 
straining body and herhusband's, the darkened nipples 
prodding his chest and burying themselvesin the curls of 
his body hair. She sat on the back of one thigh and 
anasscheek, her other knee hanging toward the ground, 
and jacked her hipsviolently. Abe held one palm at the 
small of his wife's back and massagedher ass with the 
other. His fingers slid along her crack and her 
buttockswinked. Both bodies writhed, tense and eager, 
and Ruth's skin began togleam with perspiration.
        Helen trembled. "Ooh!  Ooh, she likes that!" she 
whispered, gazingwide-eyed at her father's fingers as 
they caressed her mother's ass. Sheinched forward on her 
heel, bearing down with her anus on the 
rounded,bonylittle foot. She winked her ass the way her 
mother was doing, biting herlipsat the sensation and 
groping at her pussy with her hand. She paused,clutching 
herself tightly and bending forward to see better; her 
parentswere starting to do something else.
        Ruth fell back, clinging to Abe's shoulders. She 
stared into his face,her eyes looking strangely sleepy. 
Her mouth was wet and red, and hernostrils flared. She 
tossed her head and her hair broke free of its 
pins.TheFrench twist disintegrated to a cloud of 
tumbling red about her shoulders.
        "Darling!" Her voice was husky. "Roll me! Roll 
me in the dirt! Oh, God, Ifeel great! I feel like we're a 
couple of animals rutting! Please, baby!'
        Abe panted. His mouth was open and working, 
and his fingers kneadedher flesh spasmodically. He 
twisted and fell backward, keeping his wifeimpaled on 
his cock and rolling with her as her hit the soft, moist 
earth.Ruth's legs parted widely and she gouged into the 
leafmold with her heels,kicking vigorously. Together 
they rolled across the clearing,sweet-smellingearth 
flying and bits of black debris clinging to their bodies. 
Theirlegs andarms tangled and they bit at each other. 
Their breaths whistled, itscadencepunctuated by low 
grunts of pleasure.
        Helen writhed with desire. She twisted her fist 
among the inflamedtissues of her pussy and bit the back 
of her other hand to smother thecontinuous whimper that 
welled in her throat. Oh, yes! she thought. Oh,yes!This is 
the way it ought to be! Naked and rolling free! It might 
besinful, likeGrandma says, but nothing could be more 
wonderful! I'm going to be likeMama . . . and I want to!
        Abe's fingers dug into the pink and white flesh of 
his wife's ass,parting her cheeks and stabbing at her 
anus, his teeth tugging at hernippleswhile she thrashed 
beneath him. She ground the back of her head 
againsttheearth, her eyes bulging and her teeth clenched. 
Then she opened her mouthwidely.
        "Abe! Ride me, darling! Ride me for real!"
        "For real?" There was a note of sudden eagerness 
in Abe's question.
        "Ruth hesitated momentarily. "All right," she 
said then. "But quick,darling! Now!" She rolled abruptly 
onto her belly and pushed herself toherhands and knees.
        As if impatient, Abe caught her at the waist and 
lifted until his wifestood stiff-legged, her feet 
widespread, her body bent at the hips and herpalms flat 
on the ground. He edged his knees between her taut 
thighs andcrouched, pushing the head of his cock down 
so that it nestled in thedepression of her cunt. He pushed 
forward with his hips, lodging thecockhead securely in 
place, and grasped his wife's hips.
        "Mm! Mm!" Ruth grunted. "Put it in, darling! 
Quick!"
        Helen felt a curious churning in her belly. She 
writhed silently whileher father pressed forward and the 
brutal cockhead buried itself in thedarkpink flesh. 
"Oooh!" se moaned silently.
        "Oh! . . . Oh! . . . " Ruth gasped. "Hard, Abe! 
HARD!"
        Abe jammed his hips forward and the thick shaft 
plunged into her. Hishairy belly bumped her ass and his 
fingers dug into the roundness of herhips. He hitched 
himself over her, his cock bending at the root, 
andraisedhis feet from the ground, hooking his insteps 
behind his wife's knees. Shesagged for a moment, then 
stiffened her knees.
        "Oh, God, darling!" she exclaimed hoarsely. 
"God, he's deep!"
        Abe levered his knees, stroking his great prick in 
the mouth of hiswife's pussy. She bounced, her knees 
flexing under his surges. Her breastsflopped and her hair 
tumbled over her arms.
        Animals! thought Helen with a happy thrill. 
They're like animals thatbelong here! Wonderful-awful 
animals that look like people! Her bloodpounded too 
hard for her to get her breath. Her own young pussy 
pulsed atevery blow of her father's cock in her mother's 
upturned cunt and herboobsached. She ground her thighs 
together, glorying in the sticky wetness thatspread over 
them.
        Abe bent forward, his belly molding itself to his 
wife's ass and hishands gripping her waist. His buttocks 
jerked powerfully while his ballsthumped against Ruth's 
pubic hair. Helen shivered and gulped at 
thecontrastbetween her mother's finely tapered legs and 
the humping bulk theysupported. She tried desperately 
to imagine herself in the same positionsagging under the 
same burden.
        "Abe! Abe!" Ruth cried out. "Only one thing 
wrong with this way . . . myboobies ache and you can't 
hang onto them! Oh, darling, hard!"
        "UNNNH!" Abe's lips drew back to reveal his 
clenched teeth. Hisbuttocks snapped together and his 
back straightened, throwing all hisweight on his buried 
cock. He stopped thrusting and bore down with 
silentconvulsions of his belly.
        The couple trembled fiercely, Ruth's hips 
swaying in slow, grindingcircles as she appeared to 
rotate on the base of the deep-thrust cock.
        "Mmmm!" she groaned. "MMM, FUCK-FUCK-
FUCK! BABY, BABY!"
        With a final, violent shudder, her straining body 
seemed to melt. Shecollapsed, Abe riding her to the 
ground, and the two huddled together,stilljoined and 
twitching.
        Helen fought an impulse to groan. She grovelled 
in the loose earth,flattened herself on her belly, her fist 
in her pussy, and ground herhips onthe hard knuckles. 
She fought desperately with herself, her body 
tremblingon the verge of orgasm while her will 
demanded self-restraint until shecould get away by 
herself and act out the scene she'd witnessed. Fiber 
byfiber, her body yielded to her determination, her 
tension easing and theironknot in her belly loosening. 
She squirmed backward through the low-hangingbrush, 
terror rising when Ruth and Abe stirred, and relief 
making her weakwhen she was at last safe beyond their 
sight. She sprang to her feet andbounded between the 
trees, hot desire tearing at her.
        With a sob of gratitude, she stumbled into a 
pocket in the woods Tonyhad shown her, where one 
could lie quietly and watch a family of squirrelsargue 
over pine cones or a heedless rabbit forage. The spruce 
stood apartand a thicket of low firs trailed their boughs 
to the ground, shuttingout theworld. Going to the center 
of the tiny clearing, she set her feet apartanddrew herself 
erect. After a moment she arched her back and stared at 
thenarrow patch of sky, her hands clutching at her 
breasts, then passing overher belly with hard pressure 
and stopping at the tops of her thighs.
        "Now!" she said softly. "Now, Helen Farrell!"
        She unbuttoned her blouse, laying it open with 
her back still archedand her breasts pointed defiantly 
toward the treetops. Extending her handsbehind her, she 
let the blouse slide off her fingertips to the ground. 
Shetrembled in her effort to maintain her pose while 
unfastening her bra,thendrew it off and dropped it, 
fingering her conical boobs and plucking atthequivering, 
hard little nipples. A great tingle surged over her, 
doublingherwith its intensity, and she fumbled at her 
slacks, her hands clumsy on thebutton and too eager 
with the zipper. She thrust them off her hips anddropped 
panting to the earth while she struggled to draw them 
over herboots. The boots had to stay on; they would add 
a measure of sensuouscontrast to what she meant to do. 
In a frenzy of haste he tore away herpanties, leaving 
until another time the problem of explaining their loss.


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