Message-ID: <092303Z16081995@anon.penet.fi> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories From: an308089@anon.penet.fi X-Anonymously-To: alt.sex.stories Organization: Anonymous forwarding service Reply-To: an308089@anon.penet.fi Date: Wed, 16 Aug 1995 09:13:38 UTC Subject: Danny does Mom (1/11) Inc, beast Lines: 445 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. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- To find out more about the anon service, send mail to help@anon.penet.fi. If you reply to this message, your message WILL be *automatically* anonymized and you are allocated an anon id. Read the help file to prevent this. 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