Chapter 7
Diana lay back, panting, her body sick with shame and exhausted from orgasm after orgasm. It had happened so swiftly, that change from active resistance to passive acceptance to total commitment. Her head still swam from it all as she huddled near the wall. She couldn't recall how many times they had done it-as soon as Paul was finished with her, Don-that was the name of the redhead-was ready to go around. And she had been just as ready, inviting them with her hands, her lips, her legs.
"Fuck me again," she had gasped, "oh, somebody please fuck me again." But there had been no takers. She had exhausted the pair of them, their cocks hung limp and useless, and they backed away from her, shaking their heads sadly.
Even more, she could hardly credit her ears. Was she speaking those words? With her son in the next room doing God knew what with that blonde girl?
She'd heard the bedsprings again, during a momentary lull in her own busy schedule of activity, and she had heard a female voice crying out in what could be nothing but blinding orgasmic ecstasy. It had sent shivers up and down her body, listening to that voice, and she had locked arms and legs around Don's hard young body, pulling him into the tightness of her embrace. His prick was deep in her pussy then, and her pussy knew what to do with a deep-thrust prick.
And she knew that Matt had undergone much the same ordeal in the next room. Bedsprings didn't creak, women didn't cry out like that unless a stiff cock and a wet cunt were involved. Her son-what had he done to make the girl moan so deliriously? Had he overheard the sounds she made in this room? Oh, dear God, how could she ever face Matt again? He'd know-he must have already known-Diana's face suffused in a heavy, shamed blush. She began to pull down her shirt, which was still rolled up past her stiff-nippled tits. Well, they weren't so stiff-nippled, now that the height of her fever was past. Her jeans and panties were lying in the middle of the floor. She stood up, went to get them. She didn't want to be sluttishly naked when-if-her son ever came out of that other room. That would be too much.
"Want a beer?" Don asked, opening the back door. He came inside carrying a huge red and white ice chest, which he deposited atop the table in the corner of the large room serving as kitchen area. Paul went over and grabbed a cold beer from the big cooler. He popped the top and took a long drink.
Diana realized how dry her throat was. She pulled up her panties and, jeans in her hand, strolled toward the table. "I'd like one very much," she said. Don reached in, tossed her an icy can of beer. She took it, unsure of how the new, ecology-minded pop top worked. "Like this," Paul said, showing her. She took a drink, tilting her head back, and as she did, Paul leaned in and kissed her neck. Diana shivered. Cold beer pouring down the inside of her throat, Paul's warm moist lips pressing the outside.
"Stop it," she said, moving back. Her eyes moved from Paul to Don and back again. How could she have been so frightened of them? They weren't frightful characters-at least, now that they weren't carrying their guns. They were so ordinary. In their twenties, perhaps, young, strong-bodied, but ordinary. God, was any of this. really happening? Had she imagined it all? Had she really gone into heat on the floor, rooting about with the two of them, one cock in her mouth, another in her cunt? Had she actually gargled with jizz, the creamy stuff hanging in thick trails from her lips? She brought her thighs together, felt the weariness in her cunt where her legs touched the edges of it. Oh, God, she thought, I did-I really did.
The bedroom door opened and the blonde girl came strutting out, hand in hand with Matt. Diana's eyes enlarged. What a couple they made! It was no question what they'd been up to. If ever she'd seen a fresh-fucked face, the blonde girl was wearing one. And Matt-he was positively beaming!
"Are you all right?" Diana asked, taking a step toward her son and his companion. "What are you going to do to us?"
Abruptly, she realized that she was still holding her jeans in one hand, that she wore only her shirt and her hip-hugging bikini panties. They were beige. Her face went scarlet at the sudden knowledge that her black bush 'was patently visible through the shimmer of beige covering her loins. She brought the jeans around, draped them down her front. Diana could feel Matt's eyes fixed on her, and she didn't want to meet his stare. She looked down at the floor. All she saw there was a little pool of cum that had spilled from her pussy onto the floorboard. Her face got redder.
"What we do," the girl said, "depends on how you behave. The kid here isn't in much danger. He's been a very good boy." She slipped her arm around Matt's waist and rubbed his thigh with her own. "Why doesn't somebody offer us a beer?"
"I'm okay, Ma," Matt said. He reached for his mother's hand. Her fingers were chilly and limp.
He caught her by the chin, lifted up her face. "Are you okay?"
Diana looked at her son, face to face, and a sudden warmth spread through her. It was like looking into a stranger's face. He wasn't the same Matt who'd sat across from her in the restaurant this day at noon. He wasn't the same Matt who'd gone into the bedroom accompanied by the strange blonde girl. His eyes blazed with something she could not pinpoint.
He had a man's eyes, not a boy's. God, she thought, he looks so much more like his father than he ever did before.
She had been afraid to see him again, afraid he would guess what his mother had been up to. But now, looking into Matt's eyes, Diana knew that he knew, and she knew that he wasn't despising her. He was staring at her the way a man stares at a woman, not the way a boy looks at his mother. She didn't know if she liked the idea or not, but it was a kind of comfort. She had expected recrimination but she found assurance.
"It's okay, Ma," he said.
The blonde girl spoke up. "Where in hell is the food?" she asked. "I'm hungry."
"The food?" Paul said. "Oh, shit! It's in the trunk of the car. The one parked in the ditch outside Lancaster."
Making a face, the girl reached into her pocket.
She carne out with the keys to the Flaherty car. "Here," she said, tossing them at Paul. "If it's not too much trouble, why don't you guys get in the car and see if you can dig up something to eat? I don't care what it is-I need food and I need it pronto. Oh, and before we forget, bring the money inside. Before you leave. We went through a hell of a lot to get it, and I would really like to have the stuff, you know?" She shrugged her shoulders, as if to indicate that her genius was paralyzed when yoked to the incompetence of such assholes as her two male partners. Diana realized, seeing the gesture, that the girl was in charge here. Paul and Don went out the door, into the night rain, without a complaint, without a look back. In a moment, Don came to the door, dropped the money sacks just inside.
"We'll be back as soon as we can," he promised.
"Will you be okay by herself, Kim?"
"Have you ever known me not to be all right?" she asked sarcastically. Bring back some food-and be careful. If you fuck up these people's car, the repair costs come out of your share of the money. So no hot-rodding. And stay out of ditches." Don nodded sheepishly, closed the door. In a moment or two, Diana heard the familiar sound of her car engine starting up.
"We might as well get comfortable," Kim sighed.
Taking Matt's hand, she started toward the sofa and chairs by the front window. Diana followed, still holding her jeans. "Sit down," Kim added.
"And I'm sure you don't have to hide behind those things. We don't really have any secrets, now, do we?"
Kim and Matt were on the couch. Diana watched as her son slipped his arm around the blonde girl's neck, let the fingers of one band trail down the curve of her left breast. It was as if he were showing off, Diana decided. Proving to Ma that he was grown up, able to touch a girl in front of his mother.
"So," Kim said, "how did you like my friends?"
Diana looked at her quizzically. "It sounded and looked like a porn film. Did they do a good job on you? They're not bad, though I've had better." She let her hand drop into Matt's lap. The boy did a double take, and his face reddened a little as the girl's fingers began to stroke the bulge in his pants.
Diana couldn't take her eyes off that particular caress. There was a sizable bulge to fondle, too, she could not help noticing. It was the first time she'd ever specifically noticed her son's basket, but once she did, she found herself unable to look away, despite a blush that spread across her face and made her ears tingle in embarrassment. She had no secrets left from him anyone.
"I-uh-" she tried to say, but the words wouldn't come.
"Well, I was only asking," Kim said. "I've already explained to your son that we don't intend to hurt either of you. We just needed a car at that particular moment, and you were the first ones to come along. It could have been anybody. All in all, I'm rather happy it was you. We're not violent criminals. We just need some money to get a small business started. If you're afraid of being shot and buried in a pile of .leaves somewhere, don't be. Matt isn't afraid, are you, Matt?"
He shook his head. Diana's eyes dropped back into her son's lap. His bulge was bigger, swelling as Kim's fingers trailed back and forth across it. My God, she thought, he's getting a hard-on! In front of me! But then, hadn't Kim indicated that they had watched her? A life, she thought, can change in the blinking of an eye. My life, and Matt's, certainly has.
"Excuse me," Kim said with a simpering smile, "but this feels so good I'd like to get a better look at it. Undo, Matt. Haul that thing out where I can see it."
"For God's sake!" Diana blurted. Kim looked up, green eyes gleaming.
"Have you ever gotten a look at it?" Kim wondered ingenuously. "It's a nice hunk, and well, take a look." She pulled Matt's stiffening cock into the light.
Diana jerked as if she'd been shot. Her son's tool was indeed a nice hunk, as the girl had rather crudely put it. Even semi-soft, as it was now, it was long and thick, with a ripe-looking purple knob crowning the proud male shaft. Diana stared at the prick. And when she looked up, she saw Matt's eyes focused on her face and she knew that her pretense had been in vain. Catching a breath, she sat back. I am, she thought, ready for anything.
I've been to the mill this afternoon. I've wallowed in degradation. I can't sink any deeper.
Matt watched his mother. Eight hours ago he'd never have allowed anything like this to happen, but things had changed. He had seen her being fucked and he had stared at her lush, non-maternal body and wanted it. He had listened to the sounds of her orgasms, he had seen her pulling a stranger's cock, teasing it to spill cum into her mouth. He didn't know what Kim was up to now, but he was willing to go along with it. What, he wondered, are Mom and I going to say to one another tomorrow morning, when all this is over? What kind of life are we going to return to? He didn't know, and, at the moment, he wasn't sure if he even cared.
Kim worked her supple hands up and down his cock, leaning in to blow kisses at its tip while he stiffened. "Isn't it gorgeous?" she asked Diana, lips curled into a beaming smile. "Have you ever seen anything so cute? Did you know that I was your son's first woman? The first one he's had all the way, that is. Oh, just look! He's nearly as stiff as when he made my bells ring. What do you think he needs to get him all the way hard? A lick, maybe?" She glided her tongue across the end of Matt's tool. "Or a kiss?" She planted her lips firmly on the tip of him, made a loud smacking noise. "Or maybe, just maybe, some head." She pursed her lips and drew Matt's dong inside. He thrust up as her tongue grazed him in there, and she pulled in her cheeks, sucking powerfully.
Diana sat like a hypnotized woman on the chair facing them. Her gaze was riveted to Matt's crotch, where his cock thrust into Kim's willing mouth. My God, she thought, he really has become a man.
Matt grabbed the collar of Kim's suit, pulled her upward. Smiling, the blonde girl lifted her head. A curl of hair had fallen across her eyes and she tossed it back. "Something wrong?" she asked.
"What gives?" he wanted to know. "I mean, what is the idea of all this?"
She smiled. "I'm your fairy godmother, remember? And I'm going to grant your most secret wish. Mrs. Flaherty, I don't know your name, I'm sorry-Diana? That's very pretty. Would you come join us on the couch? Make room for her, darling."
Diana stood up. She didn't know until she took the first step whether she was going to flee to the other end of the room or actually follow Kim's direction. The couch was soft and yielding as she settled down upon it, hands planted firmly upon her knees.
"Touch it," Kim whispered.
Diana looked at her son's stiff dong. There was spittle on it, spittle from Kim's mouth. The tip glistened all red and bulgy, and she could see the dark veins up and down him, the lumpy urethral canal on his underside, the sharp cut of his knob rim, the deep incision of his cum slit.
"Touch it," Kim said again. She reached across Matt, took Diana's hand. There was no resistance. The older woman sat trembling, allowing her hand to be taken and guided. When the tips of her fingers grazed the stiff barrel of Matt's cock, Diana recoiled in dread, but she couldn't get her hand loose from Kim's grip. "Make a fist around him," the blonde girl said. "Feel how young and hard and stiff he is. Have you ever, I mean ever, had anything so gorgeous in your hand? Isn't it beautiful? And he's your son. You helped make him. Feel it. Let me help you. There!"
"Ma-" Matt's voice cracked, the way it had when he was a young boy just entering puberty.
"Matt-" Diana's voice cracked a little, too, and her fist tightened. She closed her eyes and she closed her fist. Somewhere, a long ways off, she heard Matt groan .through clenched teeth, but it didn't matter. Everything had changed. Nothing was the same any more. Her fist began to move up and down her son's cock.
He feels like his father, she thought. The same thickness, the same stiffness, the same power coursing through his hard rod.
"It's ready," Kim whispered, the words so close.
She might have been breathing them into Diana's ear. "It's ready. Do it, Diana. He's your son, but he's not your little BOY. He's your man now. I made him a man. You finish the job. That's it. Bend closer. Your tongue-stick out your tongue lick him-LICK HIM! YESSSSS! It tastes good. I know how good. Oh, God, do I know. Lick him again!"
Diana couldn't stop herself, She was bent over her son's lap, her tongue flicking out, touching the end of his hard cock. She heard him sigh, heard him moan, and her tongue tapped him again. She tasted the bubble of pre-cum that formed in his slit. They always said pre-cum had no taste, but they were wrong. It tingled on the tip of her tongue and she felt a responsive shiver race up and down her body.
"Suck him," Kim purred from very near. "Put him in your mouth and suck him. You want to, he wants you to. Don't stop now. Do it!"
Diana sobbed in reluctance but her mouth opened and she thrust it down.
Her lips grazed the head of Matt's cock, and then she was swooping down, swallowing him in a frenzy of motion. Her lips tightened on him and her tongue began to swirl around his thick erection and Kim was still chanting "Do it" over and over. And she was doing it, she was sucking him, four inches of rigid cock in her mouth.
And she stopped. Her head shot back, Matt's wet dick sprang loose and Diana whirled around, unable to look at either of them. She heard Matt speak. "Ma... " She wrapped her arms around herself and hugged her body defensively. The taste of him still filled her mouth, young and sweet and virile. A cock to suck, a cock to savor, a cock to enjoy. Her lips trembled and she knew that she had gone too far.
Something touched her bare knee. She looked down. A small feminine hand lying on the white flesh of Diana's leg, tan against milk. She followed, with her eyes, the slender shape of the arm, back to the body. "What's wrong?" Kim asked.
"I can't," Diana said. "I don't know how I even thought I could. It's wrong." .
"No," Kim replied with assurance. "He wants it, and I think you want it. Tell her, Matt; Tell her how much you want it."
Matt touched his mother's shoulder. She looked around and stared into his eyes. He didn't have to speak. She could read the desire on every line of his face. "It didn't feel wrong," he said. He pulled on her shoulder and she leaned toward him. She knew he was going to kiss her. Wasn't it natural for a boy to kiss his mother? Diana closed her eyes as their lips met and he was suddenly hot-mouthed against her, hot and wet, his arms strong chains encircling her body. Diana felt his tongue come into play. She resisted. Oh, God, she resisted! But it kept slicking across her' lips, teasing them, insisting, tantalizing. She opened her mouth and Matt's tongue thrust inside. She caught it and she sucked it. Passionately. Lovingly.
"Touch him," Kim whispered, taking Diana's hand. She wrapped it. once more around the stiff prong of Matt's cock and this time Matt's mother needed no guidance. She closed her fingers on her son's penis, felt the surging life flow inside him. His cock was red-hot, rigid with love and lust. Her fist began to move up and down. "That's it," Kim said, petting Diana's hand as Diana petted Matt. _ Her other hand began to stroke lightly, fingertips moved up, and down the bare flesh of Diana's thigh, from the knee to the lacy trim of beige panties, up and down, up and down, up and down.
Their mouths slid wetly apart. "The old rules don't count," Matt said. "Not tonight. I think we're in the Twilight Zone. It's a whole new game." Diana sighed across his lips. She 'squeezed a little tighter on her son's cock.
"I believe you're right," she said, "but what happens tomorrow?"
"Let tomorrow take care of itself," Kim suggested. She kissed Diana's thigh, just below the edge of her panties. Her hand came up, joined Diana's on Matt's dong. Diana looked down at the blonde girl. Was she some evil spirit who had stolen into their lives, hers and Matt's? Some corrupting influence that was leading them to a horrible' self-destruction? The green eyes were agleam deep and shimmering like pools of water. Diana felt herself sinking. If she was in the grip of an evil spirit, she could not save herself. Slowly, she eased off Matt, slid to the floor. Kim knelt there already, waiting for her.
"Help me," she said. Kim nodded. The blonde girl took hold of the hem of Diana's shirt. -She pulled it up. Diana lifted her arms and' the shirt slid over her head. Kim threw it aside, then helped Diana out of the torn bra that still dangled from her shoulders. Diana reached out with one small white hand, 'unzipped the front of Kim's coverall suit. The blonde girl stood up, shaking the undone garment loose. It fell to the floor and she stepped out of it. Like Diana, she was wearing only her panties. The two women looked at one another and then, as if their minds had met and agreed, they turned to Matt.
Kim got the shirt off him, Diana took care of his pants. When they knelt again, on the floor beside the couch, Matt sat on the sofa totally naked, his face flushed with desire, his cock still thrust up in unsatisfied erection. "Well?" he said, looking down at the two women.
"Well," Kim' laughed. She grabbed his cock, stuffed the end of it into her mouth and began to suck him. She made a lot of noise while she ate, and Diana sat watching, her fingertips drumming impatiently on Matt's knee. Kim raised her head, fingers around the base of the boy's rod. "Your turn?" she asked.
Diana moved in. She opened her mouth and took her son's cock inside, swallowing half the eight inches in the first fury of her attack. Her cheeks drew in and she too was making a lot of noise. "Good God, Ma!" she heard Matt yell, but it wasn't a cry of pain or of displeasure. He grabbed her head, tried to push her even further down on his penis. Diana opened her throat and took more of him inside. Her lips were almost touching the big, ball-heavy scrotum that dangled below his rod. She could feel the tickle of pubic hair on her nose and chin. Drool flowed in her mouth like the rain that was pouring from the night sky outside the cabin.
And he was in her, so big, so thick-he has his father's cock, she thought. And he has it where his father always loved to put it-in my mouth. Diana sucked hard, and she cupped her son's nuts in one hand, squeezing, jiggling the stones around in their sac. He stiffened and thrust every time her fist tightened on his balls. Just like his father.
She tried to remember if it had been this good with Jake. Even dear, sweet Jake.' No. He'd only been a substitute. She knew that now. Her pussy boiled with anticipation, juices leaking out to stain the crotch piece of her panties. Her clit throbbed like a drum and it had not been touched-yet Diana felt herself drifting nearer and nearer the explosive release of orgasm, purely from the stimulation her mouth was receiving from Matt's cock. She loved that feeling and she wanted it to heighten and build. Her head began to move up and down her son's cock, faster and faster.
"My turn again," she heard Kim say, but she didn't want to give him up. She thrust her face down, met the upward shaft of Matt's dick, and her lips clung to him possessively, with all the ferocity of a mother defending her young. "Trust me," Kim whispered into her ear. Slowly,' Diana lifted her head and Matt's cock' emerged from between her lips. The end of him was covered in frothy spit and he was red, up and down the barrel, red from the friction of her tight-lipped sucking.
Kim took Matt's cock in hand. She looked at Diana. "Don't be so disappointed," she smirked. "He has enough for both of us." She dropped her head down, swallowed several inches of cock, sucked it swiftly and expertly. Matt was jerking about and gasping, his hands tight on Kim's blonde head" but when the girl was ready to stop, she had a deft way of slipping free and disengaging her mouth. By the time she was done with him, Matt seemed even bigger, even stiffer. Diana looked at her son's swollen erection and she didn't know whether to feel proud or hungry. Why, she thought, can't it be both? She was, finding it difficult to remember why she has resisted at first, and she went like a hyena for the cock as soon as Kim had finished her oral turn.
"Suck it, Ma. Oh, suck it!" Matt couldn't sit still, not with Diana's mouth gone wild on his pecker. Her head twisted about as she gobbled him up, and he could feel himself sliding into the upper part of her throat, but a boy's best friend was his mother.
Kim stood up while Diana was busy eating. She slid down her panties, climbed onto the couch, and planted her shaven pussy on Matt's face. The cushions sagged as her feet anchored themselves astraddle the seated teenaged boy, and she came down on his mouth with a dripping cunt. He took one hand off his mother's luxurious mane of black hair, stroked Kim's ass while he feasted on her sweet, ripe twat, Her clit was hard and aroused against his tongue, but it wasn't half as worked up as he was. His cock ached with the need to spill its load, and he seriously considered drowning Diana with the cum she was trying to milk out of his balls, but, no, he told himself-it's just started. Make it last. I may never get another chance.
Diana looked up, saw Kim's ass dominating Matt's face. The girl's legs were spread widely as she straddled Matt's head, and Diana couldn't help noticing the way Matt's tongue slicked in and out of Kim's pussy crease, thrusting into the girl, lingering, bathing her snatch in spit. He knows what he's doing, she thought. Oh, God, I want to feel that tongue on my cunt, too! She lifted her head. "My turn," she said hoarsely, patting Kim on the ass.
Kim stepped out of the way as Diana backed up, planted her ass on the edge of the chair facing the sofa. Diana spread her legs, knowing that her panties were sheer enough to display the luxuriant bush of black fur between her thighs. Stray hairs crawled through the lace trim edging the beige panties. She rubbed her crotch, then held her fingers out, beckoning to Matt.
"Come to Mama," she said huskily. "Come to Mama."