Chapter 6

Barbara lived about two hours away from Spring Valley, and after we got back home from vacation, she came to visit Steve occasionally and spend weekends with us. Whenever she was around Harold got in a bad mood and spent as much time away from the house as possible, but I was glad to see her.

So was Steve.

I don't think he was really lovesick or anything like that; the way they treated each other seemed more mature, more calm than that. They liked each other a lot, and they loved to fuck.

I never saw them actually fuck again, but I knew they were doing it. Believe me, if I had been given half a chance I would have loved to see them going at it, but there was no way that was going to happen. They were too discreet to let it happen.

Then one afternoon I got left alone at the house with Barbara. Harold was out playing golf, and Steve had to go on a half day field trip with his science class in school.

We sat on the back patio and talked for a long time. Both of us were in bikinis, and strange things began to happen.

We were getting turned on.

I wasn't surprised at my own reaction; ever since seeing her with Steve in Hawaii, I had been aware of the fact that her young, slim body appealed to me. Other women, since that time, had also caused ripples of excitement to run through me, but it had never really occurred to me to do anything about it. Then she said something that really got us going.

"Do you ever sunbathe naked?"

"Not really."

"Why? I'm sorry, I really shouldn't-"

"No, that's all right. I guess I just never really had the opportunity."

"What do you mean?" she laughed, looking around the yard. "You could do it right here."

She was right. There really wasn't any way someone could see into the back yard; it was as private as it needed to be.

"Come on, Janet. Why don't we do it now?"

"Now?"

"Sure."

She stood up and calmly took off her top. I tried not to stare at her tits but it was no use; they were so perfectly formed, so firm that I just had to stare.

Then she stepped out of her bottoms. Her cunt hair was reddish brown, soft and downy and forming a perfect triangle.

"There, that's better," she said, sitting back down in her chair and spreading her legs casually. I could see the lips of her pussy; there were a few dewdrops of honey covering them.

"Your turn," she announced cheerfully. It was all so strange; I felt like I was in a dream. But I knew that, eventually, I was going to take off my bikini as well. I wanted her to see my body.

"This is really strange; here I am with my son's girl friend getting ready to take my clothes off."

"Don't say that. You love it."

She was right. I stripped, slightly self-conscious but proud of my big, firm tits and slim stomach.

Then I sat down, uncrossing my legs as casually as she had done a few moments earlier.

She stared straight at my pussy, making no effort to hide her interest.

I spread my legs a little wider.

"Your pussy's wet," she whispered, still staring at it.

"I know."

"Why?"

"I don't know."

"Bullshit."

Her hand was near her crotch, and after she finished speaking she let it slide across the soft fur of her triangle until finally two fingers reached her slit and spread the lips apart.

Suddenly I could see deep inside her, and in the next moment two separate spurts of honey found their way out between her fingers, running in sticky rivulets downward.

"You know you're beautiful, don't you?" she asked in a husky voice.

I could only nod.

"And you know what I want to do, don't you."

"No."

"Do you want to find out?" I nodded again.

She got up and walked toward me, kneeling at last in front of me. Her face was even with my tits, and before I could react she reached out and kissed them, letting her tongue run wetly over my nipples.

"They're so big," she whispered, letting her fingers touch the white flesh while her eyes and tongue devoured me.

"I know."

"And the nipples. They're almost too big to fit in my mouth."

"Try."

She tried, and succeeded. Her mouth was suddenly all over them, licking and sucking, laving and swishing as she sought to bring my arousal to a fever pitch before she descended to my cunt.

She succeeded.

Earlier on I had been feeling a little nervous about the whole thing, but now I didn't care. All I wanted was to eventually feel her hot tongue inside my pussy, jabbing and darting all over my clit and into the hot, wet folds of my cunt.

As she sucked me I began to play with her tits. They were firm and smooth; the nipples were about a quarter the size of my own, and yet when they were erect they were incredibly exciting.

"Goddddddd..." she groaned, her arms circling my neck and pulling me down onto the grass.

Then out lips met, and for the first time in my life I found out what it was like to kiss another woman. It was amazing.

We seemed to know exactly what the other wanted without saying anything. Her tongue was alive, and my own moist probe seemed more inspired than it had ever been in my life.

"Oooohhhh yeah, Barbara, oohhhhhh..."

Then her finger shot into my cunt and I practically exploded right then. She knew exactly what to do; first she plunged the finger deep into my simmering hole, but just as quickly she began to flick it across my swollen, tender clit.

A moment later she rolled on top of me, grinding her cunt wildly down against my crotch, thrashing madly against me.

I couldn't stand it.

I had to have her tongue inside me.

"Eat me, Barbara. Don't wait, do it now. Eat my cunt now!"

Obediently she began to slide her face down across my stomach, heading for my dripping snatch. As I waited for her to get there I could feei my cunt already beginning to spasm in anticipation of what she was about to do to me. Then she was there.

I could feel her breath fanning my cunt, sending my excitement higher and higher with each passing second. But her tongue waited, hovering just out of reach, not touching the dripping petals of my pussy.

"Jesus, Barbara, you're driving me crazy. Come on, my cunt's on fire!"

Still, she hesitated, blowing lightly on my muff, holding back for some reason that I didn't understand. I could see her face below, looking into my simmering slit, staring at it without moving.

Then her tongue darted out.

"Oh yeah, that's it. That's it...."

At first she stayed near the entrance, flicking and darting across the lips, teasing my clit, heating me up to the point that I thought my whole body was going to explode.

"Inside, Barbara. Inside. I want your tongue inside me..."

She seemed to know what the time had come, because a second later she jabbed downward, driving her tongue all the way into my dripping slit. Almost immediately an entire new series of contractions shot through me; her tongue was incredible. I'd been eaten out by men before, but it had never been like this.

"Come on, Barb, make me come ... make my cunt explode ... you can do it, I know you can...."

She did just that.

Grabbing my pussy lips with her fingers, she spread them apart so wide that I thought my whole cunt must be visible to her. Then, with her tongue still shooting into me, laving and swirling through my pussy, she began to rub one finger lightly over my tight, sensitive clit.

I could feel my juices gathering inside me, boiling and churning, driving upward with a force that would ultimately shoot my cum from my body and into her hungry, sucking mouth.

"Yeah, that's it, baby, that's it! Ohhhh ... just a minute ... ohhh ... godddd here it comes ... ohhhh AAAAHHHHH!"

My cunt exploded.

Hot sizzling cum shot out and onto her lips. I could feel her tongue working wildly, lapping up everything that was pouring out of me. It was amazing.

I had never had such an extended orgasm in my life. For what seemed like half an hour my cunt continued to pour honey into her mouth, and during the entire time she never once lifted her lips away. It seemed as if she loved eating my cum as much as I enjoyed giving it to her.

Then, finally, it was over.

I told Barbara everything. About seeing them in bed in Hawaii, about the attraction I felt for Steve, about the conflicts I still felt about all of it.

"Do you want to see it again?"

"What?"

"Me and Steve."

I didn't know what to say. Deep down I knew that yes, I did want to see it again. But it wasn't that simple, and in a way I was trying to put all the feelings I had about Steve away somewhere they wouldn't bother me.

Seeing them again wouldn't help that.

But still. . . "How?"

"Simple. After your husband goes to sleep tonight, I'll get Steve to make love to me in the den. You can watch through the door just like you did last time and if you want to come in-well, that's up to you."

I thought about it, unable to deny that I wanted it to happen, yet still I hesitated. Finally, however, whatever resolve I might have possessed crumbled.

"All right. Tonight, then."

Harold cooperated nicely, falling asleep around nine as usual. Since that one unusual night in Hawaii he hadn't touched me, nor had he asked me what I was doing with other men. Things were back to normal.

The den was downstairs, and there was a fireplace, a thick carpet, and a large couch. I'd often thought it would be an ideal place to make love, but had never had the opportunity.

Barbara was amazing to watch in action.

They were sitting on the carpet in front of the fire, Steve's arm around her shoulders. Even being objective about it, I had to admit that he was a good-looking boy. His features were smooth and regular, and there was a pleasant sensitivity about him that contrasted nicely with his rugged, athletic appearance.

I was wearing a long, flimsy gown, primarily because I wanted to have ready access to my own body while I watched the two of them go at it. By releasing the sash in front, I could easily slip my hand and, more importantly, my fingers, anywhere I wanted.

Barbara began to kiss Steve, her wet tongue slipping out into his mouth. He was slightly clumsy in his response, but it didn't seem to matter. When her hand reached down and began to unfasten his trousers, however, he hesitated, pulling back from her.

"I don't think we should."

"How come?" Barbara asked him. "We might get caught."

"So what?"

"Are you kidding? What do you think mother would do if she caught me down here making it with you?"

Barbara shrugged, continuing to unzip his pants. I could feel myself beginning to get excited at the prospect of seeing Steve's cock again.

"Come on," he urged, trying to resist her but not doing a very good job of it.

"Don't worry. They won't come in on us. Besides, it's so nice here beside the fire."

This was the last thing she said for a while, for at that moment his cock jumped free of his underwear, jutting forward in the dim light. As soon as she saw it, she began to go down on him, pausing for a moment at the head of his cock so that her tongue could lick him.

"God, Barbara."

"Shhhhhhh..."

She licked his tongue carefully, making it glisten in the firelight, and then she put it in her mouth. I almost gasped out loud.

It was incredible to watch her at work. Her mouth opened wide and then, without so much as a single hesitation, she began to slide up and down the length of his meat, her tongue licking and swirling around it with each stroke.

"God, Barbara, be careful. What if they hear you?"

She gave no evidence she had heard, and from the level of the slurping sounds she was making, it was evident that she wasn't paying much attention to what he was saying.

Finally she pulled her head from his cock and stood up. Steve started to say something but she held a finger to his lips.

Then she stripped.

Thirty seconds later she was naked, and without realizing what I was doing, I slipped my hand beneath my gown and began to finger myself.

Steve looked up at her, and I could tell that he was losing track of such mundane things as where they were and the chances of being caught.

His eyes devoured her body.

"Now it's your turn," Barbara whispered.

Steve complied.

My eyes must have grown wide as I watched my son strip. This was a much better view than the one I had had before, and I could hardly contain myself.

His young muscles rippled as he pulled off his shirt, and a few moments later he was completely naked. He was beautiful; that's the only word I can think of to describe it.

My finger was practically flying in and out of my cunt now. I could feel my clit swelling and straining in response as I watched them.

There were no mixed emotions this time. I knew I wanted to see them.

"Lie down," Barbara whispered. Steve obeyed.

Then Barbara straddled him, placing his cock at the entrance to her pussy. The firelight flicked across their bodies in a way that made my cunt go practically crazy.

They were both so beautiful ...

Barbara slowly lowered herself onto his cock, letting it slide gently into her wet cunt.

"Yeah..." she whispered as he impaled her. Up until now I think she had been aware that I was watching them, but once his cock was inside her, it was evident that she was only concerned about fucking him.

Slowly at first, the muscles in her legs straining with the effort, she rode up and down his tool. I watched, marveling at the way his glistening shaft moved in and out of her, spreading apart her perfect cunt lips with each tender stroke.

Above, her tits began to slowly bob and weave, and I could see Steve's hands reach up and begin to play with them, moving them around her chest.

"That's it, Steve, that's it...." she whispered as she picked up the tempo of her movements.

She began to slide up and down his cock faster and faster, the muscles of her legs and ass bunching tightly beneath her smooth skin with each stroke.

"Oohhhhhh yeah, that's the way, Steve, that's the way. Fuck me, baby, fuck my cunt...."

Steve started to thrust up into her, shoving his cock deeper and deeper into her cunt. His eyes were open, watching her body above him.

I could see his cock each time it emerged from her cunt, and I found myself half closing my eyes and pretending that it was my cunt that he was fucking. Just the thought of my own son's cock sliding in and out of my starving pussy practically sent me over the top, but I held on. I wanted to come when they did; that way it would be almost as if I were a part of their lovemaking.

It didn't take long.

"Oh God, Steve, harder. You're gonna make me come ... harder..."

Steve, his face contorted beautifully with the intensity of his excitement, began to slash wildly into her shaking, quivering pussy. She closed her eyes, gasping wildly for breath, and then it happened.

"GAAAGGHHHHH!"

Her back arched wildly and for a few seconds she froze, every muscle in her body taut and straining as release shot through her.

Steve kept pumping, and a few moments later he practically lifted both of them into the air as his cock exploded.

I couldn't stand it any more.

Releasing the forces that I had held in check this long, I let my cunt overflow, the hot cum shooting out onto my hand while I watched Steve and Barbara thrashing in front of me.

At last, all of us were finished.

I felt strangely satisfied, as if I had actually been part of their lovemaking. Quietly I walked upstairs to the bedroom and climbed in bed.

I couldn't go to sleep immediately, but I didn't mind. Again and again I kept seeing the two young bodies slashing into each other.

Soon one of those bodies would be mine.

I was certain of it.