Chapter 15
"My God! Oh, my God!" screamed a choked voice.
Marna opened sweat-glazed eyes to see her mother standing in the door.
Mark pulled his prick out of his sister so fast that Marna thought he had taken part of her ass with it.
Marna screamed with pain as a result of her brother's panic. He dived for a blanket and threw it over his naked body, but not before his mother got a good look at his shit- and cum-stained prick.
Seth was so startled that he fell over backwards, tearing his cock out of Mama's cunt and ending up on his ass on the floor.
Cleo strode into the room.
"Well, this is a pretty sight, I must say. I'm not really sure how to react, to tell you the truth. Nothing like this ever crossed my mind. My old boyfriend fucking my daughter while her own brother, my son, screws her in the asshole. Worse yet, it's perfectly obvious this is no rape."
"No, Mom, it's no rape," Marna said, looking her mother straight in the eye.
Cleo slapped her hard across the face. "Shut up! I don't even want to hear your voice, you young slut!"
"It was my fault too, Mom," Mark spoke up.
"I know that, you fool. I'll take care of you later. The two of you get your clothes on and go down to the living room. Your friend here and I have some talking to do."
The two teenagers stumbled into their clothes and made a meek exit, closing the door behind them.
Cleo turned to Seth, a cruel smile on her face. "Well, well, it looks like the tables have turned around now, doesn't it?"
"What do you mean?" he stammered.
"I mean, your hold over me has just evaporated. One word of your story about you and me to your father, and I go straight to the police and tell them what I just saw. Mama's thirteen and Mark's fifteen. The police ought to find it all quite interesting."
"What makes you think they'd tell?"
"They're my kids. They'll tell. Besides, how long do you think it would take a good lawyer to get the story out of them? You could be put away for a good long time, maybe even in an insane asylum. That'd give you plenty of time to think about all those women you fucked in Viet Nam."
"Okay. I promise I'm never going to say a word to my father. Now can I just get out of here?"
Cleo laughed. "Did you think that was all I wanted?"
"What else?"
"You, you stupid ape. You may have thought you were raping me yesterday, but I discovered I loved every second of it. What I want from you is rough fucking, and I want it whenever I say so."
"That's no punishment. I'll love it."
"We'll both love it."
"Let me get this straight. You intend to keep on fucking with me and my father both?"
"Yeah. Let's just say I'm a woman who needs a lot of cock to keep her purring right."
"But what about the kids? Aren't you upset about my coming around when they're here, especially after what happened today?"
"Look, Seth, you can do anything with my kids you want to, just so you don't hurt them. If they enjoy your cock as much as I do, that's great."
"I should tell you that they're getting pretty involved with each other. They fuck every chance they get, from what they say."
"So what? It keeps them off the streets. I was raised in the mountains, Seth. Before I was Mama's age, I was getting it on from all three of my brothers. It didn't hurt me at all. In fact, it got all those fucked-up ideas about sex being sacred out of my head before they could mess up my life. As a matter of fact, I wouldn't mind getting it from Mark myself. He's developing quite a prick."
"Yeah, he sure is. Listen, how often do you think you're going to want me for fucking?"
"As often as I can get you, starting right now," Cleo said, already unbuttoning her dress.
"Great. Shall I call the kids to come up and join us?"
"Sure. Why not?"