Chapter 8
Ann heard Billy calling but the water running over her in the shower prevented her from understanding what he was saying. She yelled out to him, telling him she couldn't hear him.
"What?" he screamed.
Ann gave up.
Then she heard the bathroom door open.
"Are you going out?" he asked from the doorway.
"Close the door, Billy. You're letting a draft in," Ann said. "Yes, I am going out. I have a date with Jim."
Billy could see his mother's blurred body through the frosted glass of the shower door. She was scrubbing her hair, and her tits were pulled high on her chest where they shivered with her movements.
"I just wondered," he said. "I thought we could fuck."
"Not now, sweety," she said. "I really am in a hurry."
Actually, Ann had plenty of time. She refused her son because she didn't want to fuck him before going out with Jim; that would make her incest seem more perverted somehow. And, besides, she wanted to save her lust for Jim. But the thought of having Billy's young cock in her seemed nice. Billy felt the same way. He knew that his mother didn't like to fuck him just before going out, but he also knew that she had a hard time resisting him. So, with that in mind, he began pulling off his clothes.
In a few seconds, he was stepping into the small area of the shower with his mother.
"Billy, I told you that I..."
Ann didn't finish the sentence. Her son's mouth stopped her with a rough kiss. His prick was branding her soapy belly with its intense heat. Ann knew she was going to give in to this seduction.
Billy grabbed a sudsy tit, feeling it slide around in his hand. Fucking in the shower was going to be fun, he thought. He pressed his mother up against the tile wall of the shower stall, then sank to his knees. With warm water spraying him, he nuzzled his face into her soaking pubic hair.
Sticking out his tongue, he got a taste of soap. He had to wait until her body was well rinsed before proceeding.
"Oh, Billy, I hope we haven't started something we can't finish," Ann said.
"What do you mean, Mom," he asked.
"Jim's asked me to marry him, and I'm going to accept."
Billy was shocked. It had never occurred to him that his mother might marry again, that he might have a father again, and a sister.
Would this mean they couldn't fuck any more? he wondered. He pulled his head back from his mother's cunt and looked up at her.
The news had softened his prick slightly, but looking up at his wet and naked mother from that angle firmed it up again. He wouldn't ask her about her plans now. Now all he wanted was to fuck. He put his face back into her wet carpet of hair.
The soap had disappeared, and the only flavor he found as he stuck out his tongue was the salty flavor of hot pussy-squeezings. With that taste in his mouth he could imagine that the warm spray on his shoulders was a torrent of cunt juice.
He stuck his tongue as far into her cunt as he could. Ann spread her thighs, crouching slightly to make her cunt more accessible.
"Billy, you're getting so good at that that I can't resist!" she said. "O-o-o-o-o!"
In that tiny shower stall, her voice reverberated until it sounded like a whole harem of women in heat. Ann thrust her hips forward and lifted one leg, placing her foot on the opposite wall of the stall.
That gave Billy a wide-open crotch to attack, and he took advantage of it With his shoulder, he braced his mother's raised thigh and buried his face in her spread pussy.
He could feel her inner lips on his mouth as his tongue snaked high up her tunnel. Ann trembled with the exertion of standing on one leg, but most of her shaking stemmed from her son's thrashing tongue.
"God, Billy, you sure can eat a pussy," she gasped. "Did I teach you so well?"
"Uh-huh," Billy hummed into her cunt.
With his tongue in her cunt, his nose was touching her clit, wiggling that little bud and hurrying Ann to an orgasm. When Billy withdrew his tongue and sucked her clit into his mouth, a new trick she'd taught him, she began shaking more violently and moaning loudly.
"Oh-h-h-h-h, fuck, shit! Oh-h-h-h-h! Um-m-m-m-m!"
Billy had learned to increase his clit-sucking until he was squeezing it as -hard as he could between his tongue and the roof of his mouth. If he timed it just right, he could bring his mother off just as his tongue began to ache from the effort. And this was one of those times.
"E-e-e-e-e-y-y-y-o-o-o-w-w-w-w!"
She screamed and shook while Billy's mouth kept up its work, then she went limp, sliding down the wet tiles and draggin her crotch out of her son's reach. Soon they were on the floor of the shower together.
"Suck me off, Mom. Okay?"
"Yeah, but let me catch my breath."
But Billy was impatient. He got to his feet and stuck his twitching cock at his mother's open mouth. She had to hole the prick in her hand so she could keep gasping for breath until she had pulled herself together.
She loved the way her boy would get so hot while eating her that he couldn't control himself, but she wanted to do a good job, and that would mean catching her breath first.
Still breathing hard, Ann began licking the cock that she was holding by its base. Billy watched her pink tongue twist and curl around his prick. It was filling him with delicious sensations, but he was eagerly anticipating the feeling of having his cock bathed in the hot grip of her mouth. He didn't have to wait long. Ann opened wide, taking his fat glans between her teeth, then closed her mouth around the thick shaft.
As her tongue began slithering around under his cockhead, Billy leaned back on the wall and sighed. His mother took his balls in her hand, her fingertips reaching between his legs. Her other hand, reaching around his hip, played up and down the crack of his ass.
He could tell she was hurrying, but it didn't matter. Since hearing her wail in pleasure a few moments before, he had been anxious to do the same.
Sliding her head back and forth, she was sucking his cock with powerful thrusts. Her skillful fingers were adding enough excitement to the blow-job to bring the boy off quickly.
"Uh-h-h-h! Uh-h-h-h! Uh-h-h-h-h!" he moaned. "Oh, Mom, Mom!"
Gobs of sperm flooded Ann's mouth. She swallowed, sucked, and swallowed until the cock stopped spewing. Then she quickly sucked it clean and dropped it from her mouth.
"There," she said. "How was that?"
t:Oh, that was so-o-o-o-o ..."
"Okay now," she said. "Hop out and' let me finish my shower."
Billy did as she instructed. It seemed that she had only let him have his way so she would be able to continue getting ready for Jim. And the news about their getting married came back to him without his passion to soften the blow. He dried himself, got dressed, and left the bathroom without taking a final look at the naked woman on the other side of the frosted shower door. He had a lot of thinking to do. After all, his mother, whom he'd been fucking, was going to get married, and the girl he'd been fucking was going to become his sister.
When Jim arrived to pick up Ann, Billy could hardly face him. He had always been jealous, but now he couldn't bear it. As soon as they left him alone, he called Karen.
"Did you know that your father is going to marry my mother?" he asked her.
"Well, he told me he proposed, but she hadn't accepted yet."
"She just told me that she's going to accept. They just left here. She's probably accepted by now," he said. "Karen, that means you're going to be my sister."
"Yeah, and you'll be my brother," she said. "That'll be nice."
"Can we still fuck, though?" Billy asked.
"Gee, I don't know. Brothers and sisters aren't supposed to fuck, you know."
Billy said good-bye. Suddenly it seemed that he wasn't going to have anyone to fuck. It was going to be like old times again with horniness and frustration. Through his despair he knew he'd better get to work on his car; he was going to need it to pick up chicks after all.
Ann sat quietly beside Jim in his car on the way to the movie, but she finally spoke.
"Well, aren't you going to ask me the usual question?"
"I'd almost given up," he said.
"Oh, Jim, don't give up. I will marry you. I don't know why it's taken me so long to make up my mind. I love you."
Jim looked at Ann with an expression of happiness that she'd never seen him wearing before. It reminded her of Billy's expression the first time they fucked. The car suddenly swerved to the curb and came to a stop.
Ann felt herself taken into a hurricane of an embrace as Jim showed his happiness. They kissed and hugged so long she was afraid they were going to get a parking ticket.
"Oh, baby, I'm so happy," he said. "Let's get married right away. I don't want to wait."
"Okay, honey. Anything you say."
"Well, then I say the hell with the movie. Let's go to a motel and fuck our brains out. We won't have to worry about the kids walking in on us."
Ann sat back as Jim sped toward a motel. She didn't know why she had suddenly agreed to marry him, and she still didn't know why she hadn't agreed right away, but she had decided to let her instincts guide her. As for fucking Billy, she guessed that would have to stop. But he was a big boy and could take care of himself.
A sharp turn into the parking lot of a motel brought Ann out of her reverie.
"I got a room with a water bed," Jim said as he came out of the motel office with a key dangling from his hand.
He looked like a kid with a new toy, Ann thought. She wished she could feel as happy, but there were a few things on her mind. Namely: her incestuous behavior and Billy's reaction to her getting married.
She knew she could trust Billy to keep their secret, but having a secret like that was a barrier between her and Jim. She shivered when she thought about what he would say if he knew.
"Why so glum?" he asked as they entered the room.
"I'm not glum," she said. Tm happy. I've never been happier."
Ann threw her arms around Jim, kissing him long and deep. While they kissed, Ann tugged his shirt out of his pants and Jim unzipped the back of her dress. Then both of them shoved a hand down over the other's ass. By the time they broke up their embrace, they were eager to try out that water bed.
"I never fucked on one of these things," Jim said as he threw himself down on it. - He bounced and laughed, and Ann jumped on beside him. As they rode the waves, they undressed each other. Jim pulled the frong of Ann's dress away from her tits, sucked each one briefly, then pulled the dress down as she lifted her hips from the bed.
In her undies, Ann attacked Jim's clothing, pulling it off him with mock fierceness. She soon had him naked with his stiff prick standing at attention. Starting from his feet, where she had just pulled off his pants, she pretended she was a cat stalking a mouse.
Holding her ass high, she crept slowly up to within pouncing distance of that standing cock. She froze for a few seconds, then sprang. Jim laughed at her antics, but when he felt her hands on his prick his laughter stopped, replaced by a contented sigh.
When Ann took that prick into her mouth, she couldn't help thinking about the prick she'd recently sucked-Billy's. Her son's cock was bigger and it was harder too, although Jim's prick could get very hard after a good sucking. But she would have to forget about her son's equipment. She'd made her choice, and she was sure it was the right one.
"Swing your body around this way," Jim said, indicating that he wanted to get at her cunt while she sucked him.
Ann moved her body alongside his without taking her mouth from his cock. Jim rested his head on one of her thighs and stared into her cunt.
Sometimes, rather than eat her, Jim would just finger her pussy with his head between her legs, watching her cunt open and close on his fingers. Ann liked to put her snatch on display for him once in a while, especially when he was stirring her cunt with skill.
Jirn watched his middle finger disappear up the pink-lined cave. Then he added his index finger, spreading the lips so he could see the silken interior that he'd felt gripping his cock so often. His ring ringer and pinky spread Ann's asscheeks, giving him a glimpse of her cute asshole. The sight always thrilled him, and now, with his prick in Ann's sucking mouth, it was almost too much to stand.
"I wish I could crawl right up your cunt, baby," he said.
"So do I," Ann answered, her words distorted by the cock in her mouth. "I would walk around with you in there all day."
Jim spread her legs wider so her twat was yawning, then stuck a few more fingers up her tube. His thumb covered her clit, gently rubbing.
"M-m-m-m-m," Ann hummed in delight on Jim's prick.
As he kept all his fingers busy in her cunt, she took her mouth from his prick knob and kissed him down his shaft to his ball. After licking them, she lifted them with her tongue and fingers and wrapped her mouth around them.
"That feels great, baby," Jim said as he leaned his head toward her crotch.
He let his fingers slide out of that tunnel to make room for his tongue. With her legs spread so wide, her inner lips remained open so Jim could stick his tongue right up there without getting her sweet juice all over his face-not that he minded washing his face with that warm cream.
Wiggling his tongue in the confines of her cunt, Jim felt his balls squeezed more tightly in Ann's mouth. He realized that she was losing control because of his invading tongue, but he hoped she wouldn't tighten her mouth on his balls too much.
He was relieved when she dropped them from her mouth. She began sucking his prick again, and he showed his appreciation by shaking his tongue more vigorously in her cunt. Ann's hips vibrated with the movement of his tongue while her head bobbed on his cock.
When Ann felt the cock hi her mouth throb desperately and her cunt contracting wildly, she lifted her head and said, "Fuck me, Jim!"
He gave her pussy another quick flurry of licks, then lifted his face from that hairy swamp. Ann could see her juice shining around his mouth as he crawled over her.
Grabbing his rod as soon as it was within reach, she pulled it to the starving gash between her legs. Then she wrapped her legs around Jim's waist. As his prick entered her, she felt the sensation that his tongue could never give her-the sensation of being sprit in two by the solid bulk of that hard cock.
"Oh yeah!" she gasped. "Oh, sweetheart, lover, fuck me! Fill me with your prick! Yeah, oh yeah!"
"Ann, I want to fuck you forever. I never want to stop," Jim said as he pumped his prick powerfully up her snatch.
He slid his cock home until their pubic bones collided. Jim raised his body, supporting himself on his knees, and lifted Ann's hips, holding on to her thighs. In that position, he could look down to see his prick sliding into her channel. He could see her inner lips surrounding his shaft, and on the backstroke the ridge around his cockhead peeked out.
"I love to watch my cock sliding in and out," he said.
Ann lifted her head and tried to rise up on one elbow so she could see too. But she couldn't quite make it.
"Let's remember to bring a mirror to bed next time so I can see too," she said. "I'd love to be able to see it."
"Spread your cunt with your fingers," Jim said. "Yeah. Now I can really see everything. Oh, Ann it's so beautiful."
Ann tried to imagine the sight. Meanwhile, she just had to make do with the feeling, which was terrific. The plunging rod sent a wave of pure pleasure through her with every thrust. Her pussy began gripping his prick in hunger as her orgasm sneaked up on her.
Feeling those cuntal muscles squeezing his prick, Jim increased the speed of his lunges so he could join Ann in orgasmic happiness. He could feel his climax gathering in him like a storm.
"I'm going to have a great orgasm," Ann said. "Oh, it's coming, it's coming!"
"I'm going to come too. Uh-h-h! Uh-h-h-h-h!"
"Oh, shit," Ann moaned. "It's good-a good one. Oh-h-h-h!"
"Uh-h-h-h! Fuck! Ann, I'm coming!" Jim said. "Your cunt is milking me. It feels so good. Uh-h-h-h-h!"
Jim fell on top of Ann, losing sight of her cunt, but gaining the wonderful feeling of her tits under his chest. They clung to each other, panting and moaning while their orgasms coursed through them. When they were finally still, they had had one of their finest climaxes together.
"When we're married well do this twice a day-at least," Jim said.
"It'll be terrific," Ann agreed. "Let's get married as soon as possible."
Jim pulled his cock from Ann's soupy twat as he rolled off her.
"Have you told Billy?" Jim asked.
"Yes. I just told him today."
"What did he say?"
"Nothing. I think he was too shocked. But he'll be okay. He likes you, Jim. And he knows that I love you."
Ann felt strange talking about her son now that she was fucking him. She knew it would be uncomfortable for a while, until their incestuous relationship was finally over.
"Do you think it will be all right for Billy and Karen to ... well, I know they went out together yesterday, and I think Billy is interested in her sexually," Jim said, stumbling for the right words.
"What do you mean?" Ann asked. "After all, they aren't really going to be brother and sister."
"I know, but I don't think it would be good for them to get involved .. . like that. Karen is young and she has a lot to learn."
"She's older than Billy and could probably teach him a thing or two," Ann said.
She didn't really believe that. After what she'd shown Billy, Ann knew he could show Karen a few things, and she suspected he already had. But she resented Jim's protectiveness toward his daughter.
"Ann, let's get one thing straight. Karen's a good girl, and she's going to stay that way."
"Okay, okay," Ann said. "Let's not make a federal case out of it"
Ann didn't want to start an argument. Jim's narrow-mindedness made her feel even more guilty about her incest, though.
"Well, I'll find out about the marriage license and blood test, and we can take care of all the details," Jim said. "We should be able to get married in a few days."
They kissed, then lay there silently thinking about the change they were about to make in their lives.