Chapter 3

Four weeks had gone by since Suzy and her father had started fucking together, and every weekend they went out to the woods to take pictures. What Betty couldn't understand was why her husband wanted so many pictures.

She knew that he could hardly be sending a sheaf of the things off to Photograph's Monthly. She had read the rules of the competition, and knew that only five entries were permissible from each entrant. Frank tended to go off onto tangents as far as his photography was concerned. He would get interested in a particular kind of subject, and then photograph nothing but that for a long while. But the nature of this subject worried her a bit.

Betty was not normally a suspicious woman, and she trusted her husband and her daughter. But she was not entirely naive, either, and she knew that her daughter was a very pretty girl. She also knew that fathers sometimes developed an interest in their daughters.

It didn't occur to her that the two of them might actually be having sexual relations. What she was afraid of was simply that a sort of subconscious attachment had been formed, with the result that all Frank's endless picture taking was an excuse to allow him to look at Suzy.

One thing that increased her suspicions, too, was the fact that the two of them always insisted on going alone to the woods. She had once suggested that she come along-at the time, she had not suspected a thing and just wanted the companionship-but the way they had hummed and hawed made it clear to her that although they did not want to actually say "no", they would prefer that she stay at home. So, she had stayed.

She was hesitant to try and find out what was going on out there in the woods because she was afraid of what she might discover. People tend to avoid bad news. But finally she decided that a bit of investigation would be in order, even though she hated to think of herself as a snoop of any kind.

She "began to go through her husband's drawers. There were no nude pictures to be found. That struck her as odd, since he had taken so many. But the only photos she came across were of trees.

Betty went to the basement, where he had his darkroom. She pawed around in the darkroom, trying not to get anything out of its proper place. Finally, hidden behind a piece of equipment, she found an envelope.

She opened it nervously-it wasn't sealed-and found a wad of pictures of Suzy. But these pictures weren't anything like the ones from his first photo session, which he had shown her. Those were genuinely artistic. These were simply obscene.

Frank's wife could hardly believe her eyes as she stared at the photos. The split beavers, the shots of Suzy masturbating. There was even one, which he must have taken using the automatic timer on his earners, which showed the girl sucking on his cock. Very methodically, Betty put the pictures back in the envelope and replaced the latter in its hiding place. Then, she ran upstairs, threw herself down on the sofa in the living room, and started to cry.

I shouldn't have looked! I shouldn't! I shouldn't! she kept repeating to herself as she held the sofa cushions pressed tightly against her face. She would have much rather not have known. Much rather gone on believing that she had a husband and a daughter. Now she had neither. That beast! How could he do such a thing!? How could he spoil their child, their daughter, the daughter she was so fond of??

Betty tried to believe for a moment that Suzy was innocent, and had simply been led astray by her wicked father. But Betty was too intelligent and too perceptive a woman to be able to accept such a thing. She recalled clearly the look that Suzy had on her face in the photos. There was no way to deny the tinge of sensuality, of genuine pleasure.

What was she to do? She didn't have the slightest idea. The thought of getting the photos and throwing them down on the table in the middle of dinner-the dinner that they ate hungrily each Sunday after their exertions, the dinner she lovingly prepared-had a certain definite dramatic appeal. But she knew that that would probably be a mistake. She was faced with a very complicated situation, and it would be best to think things out carefully before doing anything. She knew of marriages which had survived infidelity and gone on to bring years of satisfaction to both partners. She doubted that she would ever be able to forgive her husband for seducing their daughter, but it was still something that she would have to think about.

She had to strike back somehow, though. She knew that revenge was an irrational sort of thing, and that for her to "get even" with her husband wouldn't do anything to improve the situation, but she had to somehow assert herself or she would choke.

Then she remembered Jack Proctor. He was her boss at work, and he had clearly had his eye on her for some time. In fact, he had invited her to come sailing on his yacht that Sunday. She had turned him down in her usual good-natured way, since she knew just exactly what "going sailing" would involve. He had not been offended, either. He knew she was married, and he was perfectly willing to respect her reasons for refusing, even while intending to overcome those reasons if he possibly could.

Betty picked up the phone and dialed his number.

"Jack, this is Betty."

"Betty, what a delightful surprise. I hope you're calling to tell me that you've changed your mind."

"As a matter-of-fact, I am."

"Great!"

"I'm sort of bored at present, and when I got to thinking about how much fun you are to be with, and the good times we could have together, I decided to reconsider."

II that isn't laying it on the line, I don't know what is, she thought after talking about the "good times" they could have together.

The reference was not lost on Proctor, who felt his prick give a little surge of excitement as he heard her say that. He genuinely enjoyed boating, but the part of it he enjoyed best took place below decks on the bunks. He had long ago found that for seducing women, a big cabin-cruiser is about the best investment that a man could possibly make. Particularly a middle-aged businessman who has to substitute charm and wealth for youth as bait.

Betty went upstairs and put on a bikini. It was the briefest one she had, and it exposed a great deal of her ample tits and buttocks. She put a pair of cotton pants and a sweater over this, and a pair of cork sandals on her feet. Then, she got in her car and headed off to the marina.

This could really be fun, she said to herself as she got out of the car and strode over to Jack's boat. He was standing on the aft deck, and though he was no kid any more-she guessed that he must be in his late fifties-there was something undeniably masculine about his appearance. He had iron-gray hair, and was wearing his shirt open. The hair on his chest was gray too, but the chest was broad and muscular.

Deep in her heart, though, Betty knew that she was kidding herself when she tried to believe that this was all going to be fun. In the first place, she was far too unhappy about her husband and daughter to be able to enjoy doing anything. Also, she was too sensitive a person not to realize what an unsatisfactory thing a fuck based on revenge had to be.

Proctor was all charm. He helped her aboard, and cast off. He knew of some men who used boats as seduction gimmicks but who almost never bothered to put out to sea. That struck him as a mistake. In the first place, he genuinely enjoyed cruising around on the ocean. And secondly, he felt certain that a woman who accepts an invitation to a sail and never gets any farther than the cabin bunk is going to feel guilty and resentful afterwards. Guilty, at having not seen just what she was being talked into, resentful against the man who did the talking. Proctor did not like to leave his conquest unhappy, partly because he was a fairly kind man, and partly because he knew that an unhappy lay was not likely to give a repeat performance.

So, it wasn't long after Betty had come aboard before the boat was sailing out of the harbor. As the wind blew her hair about, and the boat tossed under her, her spirits began to perk up.

Proctor believed that one shouldn't lose sight of the essentials, however, so it wasn't long before he hove-to and suggested to her that they have a drink.

Sitting on the after deck, Betty wearing her bikini, chatted with Proctor. Then Proctor said, "you know, this is a nice day for a tan, but you don't want to get burned. Let me put some lotion on you."

Here it comes, she thought. Well, I guess this is what I bargained for. In fact, she was sort of pleased at the prospect of the fuck. After all, Proctor was a good looking man for his age, and though she had never been unfaithful to her husband until now, she was so easily aroused that she had felt tempted many times. Now, at least, she had an excuse to give way to temptation. It had been so long since she had had any but Frank's prick inside her that she was genuinely curious to see what it would be like.

She lay down on her stomach, and he began to rub on the lotion. Without saying anything, he undid the back of her bikini top and started to apply lotion.

"Feel good?" he asked.

"Uh huh," she replied.

"How does this feel?" he said, and slipped his hand around her chest, so that instead of being on her back, his fingers were cupping her firm, full breasts.

"Even better," she said, rolling over so that he could get at her more easily. As he watched with pounding heart, she undid the ties that held her bikini bottom together.

"Too nice a day for clothes, don't you think?" she asked.

Proctor was all too ready to agree. He pulled off the triangles that made up the bottom of her bikini. The bra had already gone by the wayside, so she was lying stark naked in front of him.

He unzipped his white pants and pulled them down. The underpants followed, and he whipped off his shirt, which was already unbuttoned. That meant that for a moment he was standing in front of her in nothing but his captain's peaked cap. The sight was a little strange, but he quickly tossed the cap off too.

As Betty gazed at him, she realized that in his mature way, he was a very sexy man. His prick was certainly big enough and hard enough. In fact, it was bigger than Frank's. That gave her a little feeling of satisfaction.

The rat goes around seducing his own daughter, and he doesn't even have a very big prick, she thought. It would normally have never occurred to her to think anything as vicious as that, but the discovery of those pictures had put her in a mood she'd never known before.

She started to spread her legs, but Proctor said to her, "Don't. Keep them together."

That rather surprised her, since she couldn't possibly imagine how it would be possible for them to fuck while her knees were pressed together. Like everyone else, she had laughed at the joke about how the most effective birth control pill is an aspirin pressed tightly between the knees.

Well, he's the one calling the shots, she thought.

Proctor couldn't help smiling. The main reason he liked this position was that it was physically very satisfying. But he also enjoyed the surprise that it caused to women who had never done it before and who, when asked to keep their legs together, were unable to figure out what he was up to.

He placed himself on top of her as if he were going to do a regular Missionary-Position fuck. The only difference was that his legs were outside hers, rather than inside. He held his cock in his right hand, and slid the tip of it between her pressed-together thighs.

As he shoved it between them, Betty got an inkling of just what it was that the position involved. The flesh of the thighs was pressed together, but it was so soft that it was perfectly possible for a prick to push it apart and make a path for itself. She felt the tip of his cock pressing against her labia.

After checking to make sure that he had his penis properly positioned, Proctor gave a shove and sent his cock sliding slowly into her. She realized why the position was not merely possible, but very satisfying. Her thighs could be pushed apart, and her cunt itself was up inside the hip-basin, so it didn't make any difference to it where her legs were. But the labia, which were the most sensitive part of her twat, were tightly pressed between her thighs and his cock. That meant that they got all sorts of extra stimulation as he moved his prick back and forth inside her.

"See," he said with a smile once he was in, "I'm a crafty old goat."

"Crafty, yes. I don't know about goats," she answered.

"Oh, there's nothing wrong with being a goat. They can fuck for hours. That's where the expression comes from."

He was moving his cock faster and faster inside her until they were both too worked up to talk about goats or anything else. All that they could concentrate on was the pleasure which their sex-organs were causing them as they rubbed together.

His hands cupped her tits and squeezed them. He seemed fascinated with the size of her nipples. By playing with them he managed to make them even bigger. She let out a little moan. The action she was getting between her legs was really fine, and her breasts had always been just about as sensitive as her cunt.

Harder and harder he worked his dork while she writhed under him, giving counter-thrusts with her hips. All her scruples about what she was doing, all the unhappiness about her husband's infidelity with their daughter, vanished for the time being. There was no way she could be aware of anything except for that fine, hard cock.

Proctor was one of those men who seem to get more vigorous and virile as they get older. And increasing age had made him bored with money and business success. He already had those things. So he was able to concentrate all of his energies on fucking.

"Oh! Oh! Oh!" Betty gasped as she felt how her tender cuntlips were pressed against her thighs. Each stroke still caused them to rub against her clit, too, and the result of all this was that her cunt felt like it was just about to melt.

The muscles in her back had tensed so much that they ached. So did the muscles in her arms and her legs. Every nerve was tense, ready for her blast off.

Proctor felt the same way. This woman was one of the best that he had had in a long time. Good and responsive, and with the kind of full tits and fleshy thighs and ass that he liked.

He gave a final shove, and his cock started to spew its load into her. She responded at once, and as they clutched each other, their bodies released all of their pent up tension in a frantic come.

"That was quite a ride," he said, wiping his forehead as he got off of her.

"Where did you learn that position?" she asked. "It's fabulous."

"Oh, I've got a million like that," he said. "You don't spend your whole life training to be a dirty old man without picking up a few tricks here and there.

She laughed. He pulled on his pants and went to the wheel. He advanced the throttle and the boat started forward.

"I thought we might want to go a bit farther out," he said. "After all, they say that variety is the spice of life." Before the day was over, she had learned just how much variety he could put into life, and just how many tricks he had picked up.

When she got home, though, she felt sort of let down. The fucking with Proctor had been fun, and in his own strange way he was a nice guy. But now that the fun and games were over, she was back where she started. Her husband was off in the woods with their daughter, fucking her. Betty had had her revenge, but although it had been physically pleasurable, the actual vengeance aspect of it had not given her any very great satisfaction.

She looked at the clock. If she was going to prepare dinner for the two lovers, she had better get going. For a moment, she was tempted not to make one of her usual good dinners, but instead to just open a can of beans or something. That would show them what she thought of them. But she fought the temptation down. That was just petty getting even like that, she realized. And besides, the dinners she served were a matter of her own pride and self-respect.

The meal was good, but Frank could not understand why his wife seemed so distracted.

Betty had expected that she would have a hard time sitting with the two of them, but she found that she was able to think about her afternoon with Proctor, and keep her mind off of their adultery.

That night, she felt her husband slide his hands up her thighs. She knew what he wanted. He wanted to have both her and her daughter. And maybe he was acting out of guilt. Fuck the daughter in the daytime, and at night show the wife that you still want her. Well, she wasn't going to be anybody's charity case.

"I'm not in the mood," she said in a rather frosty tone of voice, and turned away from him. Frank felt perplexed and worried. He had certainly never known his wife to turn down an offer of sex before.

Betty regretted her answer the moment she made it. She still hoped that it might be possible to salvage her marriage somehow, and she knew that being cold and hostile would not be much help in doing that. But she did not go back on her decision not to have sex with Frank. It could hardly have been all that long since he last had his cock in their daughter's cunt, and Betty knew that she would feel terribly used if she allowed him to fuck her.

The next day, her son Larry came home from camp. He was fifteen, with a big, friendly smile and the sort of personality that couldn't stand to see anyone else unhappy. There was something unsophisticated about him for his age-his mother suspected that he was still a virgin, and she was right. But in some ways, he was very perceptive. He picked up the "vibes" in the house, and realized that there was some sort of tension present. His father and sister seemed nervous, and his mother seemed depressed.

On the afternoon of the second day, Frank and Suzy went out for more "photography". That really sent Betty into a tailspin as far as feeling depressed went. What bothered her most of all was that the excuse was so threadbare. She had still not told her husband about how she had found those pornographic pictures, so that although he sensed that something was wrong, he didn't know quite what. The fact though that he fell back on the old photography excuse-which didn't make any sense unless he was going to do a whole volume on his daughter-seemed to indicate that he no longer cared whether his wife found out or not. Somehow, that made her feel particularly rejected and betrayed. As if he no longer cared enough to bother to try and protect her feelings.

The truth of the matter was far different. The reason that Frank did not make up a new excuse in order to be alone to fuck his daughter was because he felt so guilty about the lying and deceit that he was engaging in that he just couldn't stomach coming up with a new he, even though one was clearly necessary. But Betty had no way of knowing that, and found herself moping around the house, feeling very depressed.

"Gee, Mom," Larry said, "you sure look down in the dumps. What's the hassle?"

"Oh, nothing Larry. I just get like this sometimes."

"I don't remember you ever getting like that before," he persisted. He was very fond of his mother, and if something was making her unhappy, he was determined to find out what it was so that he could help her do something about it.

"Oh, it's just that there's been some tension between your father and me," she said. She didn't want to reveal this mess to Larry, since she knew it would make him as unhappy as it had made her, but at the same time she just couldn't bear to suffer in silence any longer.

"I figured that much," he said.

"Figured what?"

"That there was something wrong between you and Dad. It kind of hangs in the air," he said.

The two of them sat together in silence for a minute or so. Larry didn't want to pry into his mother's secrets, but he sensed in his instinctively friendly way that she had a desperate need to talk to someone about it.

"Is it another woman?" he asked hesitantly.

Suddenly, a tear started trickling down her right cheek, followed by one down the left cheek. She gave a sort of hiccup, and then started sobbing, with big, heaving sobs. She buried her face in her hands, and said, "I'm so unhappy!"

Larry was horrified. He had never seen his beloved mother crying like this. Normally, she was a tower of strength. He knew that to let herself go like this, she really did have to be desperately unhappy.

He put his arm around her shoulder and pulled her close to him. He understood instinctively the comfort that physical contact can afford to someone who's distressed.

"It.. . it is another woman," she gasped, her self-control starting to disintegrate. She was not in the habit of bothering others with her problems. Suffer in silence. That was her motto. But now that a crack had been made in the dike, now that she had started to tell her son something about her problems, everything started to come out.

"It's not just another woman! That beast! That pig!" she gasped, the tears pouring down her face. "It.. . it.. . IT'S YOUR SISTER!"

Larry swallowed hard. His sister. He had always liked Suzy and always regarded her as the sweetest, most innocent girl in the world.

"Suzy ... with Daddy?" he asked in a strangled voice.

"With Dad. I think he must have thought it up, but she likes it. I know she does. But she's my daughter, and I don't want to hate her. I don't!" More sobbing followed.

Larry pressed his mother more tightly to him, trying to soothe her.

His father and his sister! He could hardly believe it, but obviously it must be true for his mother to be carrying on like this.

The idea shocked him, but there was another side to the boy's feelings. The idea of his father and sister fucking suggested a different kind of incest. He had always been very fond of his mother.... All of this was on the subconscious level. But subconscious or not, it was enough to cause his prick to start to swell in his pants.

That made him feel nervous, and he would have liked to stop hugging his mother, before things got any more out of hand. But he knew that if he just pushed her away, she would feel rejected. She still needed comforting.

The more his cock swelled up, the more conscious he became of the sexual nature of his feelings, and thus of his mother's sexual appeal. That body of hers was so warm and soft....

The same kind of process was going on in Betty. Parents who only have one child of the opposite sex often feel particularly fond of that child, and Betty had always been closer to Larry than to Suzy.

"Larry, it's so good to have your support," she murmured. Her hand touched his thigh.

He felt a shudder run down his spine. A shudder of pure sexual excitement. Somehow, her hand managed to touch his crotch.

Betty did not know that she wanted to touch it, but subconsciously she did. As she felt how hard his prick was and her clit stiffened. Her cunt was already awash with lubricant.

"Sorry," she said, pulling her hand away from his crotch.

"That's okay, Mom," he said. 'There's no need to be." She looked him in the eyes, and in that second, something clicked. Without knowing what they were doing, the two of them pressed their mouths together. Tongue met tongue, and a passionate French kiss had begun.

They were already so hot that that was all that was needed to bring the remaining barriers crashing down. Larry's hands were on her tits, those big, soft tits that he had often looked at without understanding his true feelings about them.

Betty knew now that she wanted to fuck with her son. Partly to get even with Frank, but that was only a small part of it. Mostly because she felt so lonely and abandoned and rejected. Larry wanted her. That meant that at least someone wanted her. And he loved her. Jack Proctor wanted her, but only as a good-looking woman to fuck. Larry was different. She would give him anything that he wanted.

He wanted everything. Her love, her body. But he was prepared to give every bit as much of himself.

His hand slid up her thigh and towards her cunt. As he pressed the sopping wet nylon, he felt another shudder of delight run up his spine. A woman's twat! He had actually touched a woman's twat. He was innocent enough to believe a lot of the bullshit that his friends slung about how many women they had had, and since the most he had ever had the nerve to do was to give a girl a rather chaste kiss, he had despised himself as a sexual failure for the last several months. It was a silly, irrational feeling, but that didn't make it any the easier to bear. Now, a woman wanted him. Now, he was actually touching her crotch! And it was his mother that he was feeling up! His beloved mother!

He pulled her panties down while she opened the zipper of his jeans. She squeezed his hard cock through the fabric of his underpants, then pulled these down, so that she could get a good look at the thing. It was very fully developed, even though the rest of her son was rather boyish-looking. She squeezed it, and for a moment Larry thought that he was going to come. Betty noticed the reaction, noticed how his whole body tensed, and realized that she had better be sort of careful with that tool of his if she didn't want it going off ahead of time. There was only one place that she wanted it to fire its load, and that was in her cunt!

He was stark naked, but she still had a few clothes on. Despite the fact that he had been willing to touch her cunt, he was sufficiently intimidated by the newness of the whole experience that he was hesitant to proceed without instructions from her.

"Okay," she said, guessing the problem and taking her lips from his, "unfasten my bra."

Larry reached his trembling hands around behind her and fumbled with the hooks. He made sort of a hash of it, and for a moment Betty was afraid that he had bent one of the hooks, which would have made getting the garment off murder. But luckily, that was not the case, and her tits finally had a chance to flop free, in full sight of the boy who had sucked milk from them fifteen years ago.

"Would you like to suck them?" she asked Larry, as she remembered those breast-feeding days.

Larry had just been sitting there with his mouth agape at the sight of his mother's luscious melons. But that invitation was too good to need to wait for a second time. He instantly glued his mouth to her tit and started sucking.

My baby! Betty thought ecstatically. She had to admit though that that prick that she had between her fingers certainly didn't belong to any baby!

Larry kept moving his mouth back and forth between the two breasts. Betty was glad, because she always felt so unbalanced when Frank just sucked one tit and neglected the other. They both needed the exercise, and Larry was giving them plenty of that. In addition to sucking on the nipples, he was squeezing and kneading her soft globes, until both of them were aflame with passion.

Betty knew that she just had to have that cock in her cunt now, and she suspected that her eager son felt just the same way.

"Darling," she whispered, "I think I'm ready, if you are."

Larry looked at her, his face a curious mixture of desire and anxiety.

"Is it.. . is it difficult, Mom?" he asked. She realized that he had never fucked before, and was afraid of appearing to his mother like an unmanly clod. She knew that male sexual performance was mostly a matter of self confidence, and that therefore it would be better for Larry if his first fuck could be trouble free.

"Don't worry, darling, I'll show you how," she said. That sort of surprised Larry, since the only sexual position that he had ever heard of was the missionary, and he could not very well imagine how his mother would be able to actually show him how to do that. But he trusted her completely.

"Lie back on the sofa, darling," she said, in that wonderful, soft voice of his that he had always found so comforting when he was a child. Now that she was all caught up in the sexual excitement of preparing to fuck with her son, Betty had temporarily forgotten the anguish that she felt at her husband's infidelity, just as there was currently no room in her thoughts for scruples about what she was planning to do herself.

Larry did as he was told, trembling with anticipation. She placed her legs on either side of his, and took his cock in her right hand.

She held the cock so that it pointed up towards her cunt, and then she lowered her body towards it, while Larry gave a gulp. He knew now what it was that she was planning to do, and he could hardly wait.

Finally, her hips were low enough so that the tip of his prick was pressing against her labia. She moved her hips around so that the cock would rub back and forth against the delicate folds of her cunt. That felt awfully good, but she knew what would feel even better, namely to have that cock of his buried deep inside her. There was no point rushing things, though. The anticipation was part of the pleasure.

She inserted the tip of her son's penis into her cunt, while leaving the rest of it outside. Then she swiveled her hips, moving his cock around in circles while doing so.

"Pretty imagine, huh?" she said with a smile. He smiled back at her. He had always imagined, in his ignorance, that sex had to be a deadly serious sort of matter. He was glad to see that there could be some humor in with the passion. It fitted his friendly, lighthearted personality well.

Betty knew though that she was too worked up to horse around much longer. From the labored way in which her son was breathing, she guessed that the same thing was true with him.

"Here I come, ready or not," she said. Then, she slid down his cock like a fireman sliding down a pole-quickly. She had learned long ago that there was no danger in doing that, that pricks were not long enough to do more than barely touch the cervix, and she found it exciting to impale herself suddenly like that.

She sat for a moment on top of his cock, and stroked his cheek with her hand. Her little baby. But a grown man, too. That was a man's cock she had inside her. She was so proud of his manhood, and she realized in a moment of insight that her husband must feel the same way about Suzy's womanhood. Most parents feel a sense of wonder and amazement at the fact that they have been able to produce children of the opposite sex to their own. That accounted for a good deal of Frank's fascination with Suzy, and Betty's with her son.

After jiggling up and down on his balls a bit, Betty started to unbend her legs and lift herself off of his cock. Larry guessed that she was just doing hat so as to be able to slide down again, but he couldn't help feeling a moment's anxiety at the possibility that his mother might just take her cunt all the way off of his prick and leave his cock all hot and bothered.

He didn't have long to worry though, because his mother slid back down again very quickly. Then up again and down again, as she worked her way into a nice, easy pattern while Larry breathed heavily and reveled in the sensation of her cunt sliding up and down over his frantic cock. He had beaten off regularly since he was eleven, but he couldn't remember his prick ever feeling this stiff or excited before.

He couldn't get over how wonderful his mother's tits were. He was sorry that the position didn't allow him to suck on them any more, because the feeling of that nipple between his lips had been driving him just about out of his mind. He could still fondle the hanging, bouncing globes, though, and he reached his hands up to do so.

Mmmmmm, nice, Betty thought as she felt the pressure of his fingers on her pendulous, super-sensitive tits. She bent forward, and changed her up-and-down motion to more of a forward-and-back so as to make it easier for him to keep his hands there.

The position required Larry to lie flat and passive, but he was so excited that he was flexing his leg muscles in time to his mother's strokes anyway, even though she couldn't really feel this.

"Like?" she asked as she continued to work his prick.

"Oh Mom! Mom!" he gasped. That was the most articulate reply that he was able to make. He could hardly think straight, what with the fantastically exciting pressure on his cock, and the knowledge that he was fucking... and fucking with his mother!

Every time she moved up or down her son's cock, Betty felt her cunt clutch at it possessively. It was as if she wanted to keep that thing inside her forever.

Her whole body was tense, and every nerve was jangling. She knew that she was right at the edge of her come, and one look at her son's glazed eyes and the sweat standing out on his forehead was enough to convince her that the same thing could be said for him.

She eased her cunt up his penis very, very slowly, while he gave a long sigh. It was as if he knew that this was the stroke that was supposed to bring him off.

Betty paused for a moment with most of his cock exposed to the air, and just the sensitive head still inside her. Then, she started to slide back on down. Slowly, this time.

"Uh! Uh! UHHHHH!" he gasped. Suddenly his cock started shuddering and heaving as it fired gob after gob of boy-cream up her cunt. The moment she felt it splatter against the entrance to her womb, her pussy erupted in spasm after spasm of frantic female come joy.

"Coming! I'm coming!" she groaned as her hips trembled and heaved around the blasting penis.

One final convulsion rippled through her, and then her twat was still. His cock had finished too, and she sat on his belly, his penis still inside her, and looked lovingly down at him as he lay there panting for breath. Her big man. What a fuck. She had done most of the work, but he had supplied the cock, and it had been harder than any other one she had ever come across. Even now, it didn't seem to be in any particular hurry to soften up.

She eased herself off of him, spunk and cunt-juice dribbling out of her as she did so.

"Well,. " she said softly, "I guess I don't have much right to complain about your father, do I?"

"Mom, do you ... do you think we've done something wrong?"

Betty thought for a moment, amazed at how objectively she was able to regard the situation.

"No," she said finally, "I don't think so. When I found out about your father and sister making it together, I wasn't just hurt, I was really shocked. I just couldn't imagine how anyone could do such a thing. But now .... That fuck we just had was physically exciting, but there was more to it than just lust. I mean, there was real tenderness and caring for each other, too, and I think that that's what made it so enjoyable."

The blissful look on her son's face told her just how enjoyable he had found it.

"If two people love each other, then I guess there isn't really any way that it can be wrong for them to have sex together. As long as they're doing it because they love each other."

"Do ... do you still love Dad?" he asked.

"Now, yes. If you had asked me before we fucked, I wouldn't have known what to tell you. But I can see now that my love for him is different from my love for you. And I guess that he feels the same way about me and Suzy. Last night, he wanted to make love to me, and I thought it was awful that he would want to do that after making love to her. What a two-timer, I thought. But I see now that it was more complicated than that."

Far from being jealous, Larry was very happy to learn that his mother still loved his father, and that they would probably be able to save their marriage. He knew that that was what his mother wanted, and if she wanted it, that was good enough for him. As far as he was concerned, her happiness was the most important thing in the world.

They sat and chatted for a while, stark naked. Then Betty asked her son, "this was your first time, wasn't it?"

There was nothing patronizing, let alone nosey, about the tone in which she asked that question, so he didn't hesitate to tell her the truth.

"Yes," he said, "it was." He was too natural a boy to go in for a lot of false pride.

"And," he added shyly, "I'm glad that it was with you, Mother."

Betty hugged him tightly to her. She was so happy that he had said that. She couldn't imagine anything in the world that she would have rather heard him say. And what he said was true in reverse, too. She was very, very happy to have been the one who initiated him into manhood.

"The reason I asked," she said, "is that I thought in that case you might like kind of a guided tour of my twat, since I guess you've never really gotten a good look at one before."

Larry thought that that was a fine idea. He placed his face near her pussy.

"First lesson," she said. 'Take a deep breath through your nose."

Larry did so.

"That's what cunts smell like. That's the smell of a woman. Do you like it."

"Fantastic, Mom."

"You may in the course of your life run across some women who spray all sorts of gunk on their cunts to keep them from smelling like that."

"Why on earth would they do something like that?" he asked.

"Beats me. Just dumb, I guess," she said. "As far as I'm concerned, a woman should smell like a woman."

Larry took another deep whiff, both to show her how much he agreed with her, and because the smell of that cunt really was too fine to ignore.

"Now," she went on, "those soft, pink folds that you see are my labia or cuntlips. They cover the entrance to my vagina."

Larry gazed intently at his mother's twat. He very much wanted to kiss or lick it, but he thought he had better ask her permission before doing anything like that.

"Now if you look closely," she said, by way of a joke intentionally imitating the voice of a tour guide, "you can see my clit peeping out from between my labia."

"That little button there?"

"That little button there."

"What's it for?"

"That's the most sensitive part of a woman's equipment," she explained. "If you ever want to bring a woman off in a hurry, just touch her there. It's all the rubbing and pressure that the clit gets during sex which is mostly responsible for a woman having an orgasm."

By now, Larry was feeling very excited, even though he had had a come only a very little while before. The smell and sight of his mother's pussy was enough to get his prick all good and stiff and raring to go.

"Would you like to kiss and lick my twat?" she asked gently.

"You don't mind?"

"It's one of the things we women like best," she confided. "In fact, there are a lot of women who like that even better than having a fuck, though I think that having a hard hunk of beef up your cunt is something a tongue job can't quite match. But that doesn't mean that I don't like tongue jobs. In fact, you can tell how eager I am for one now. See all that liquid oozing out of my cunt? That's because I'm so excited at the prospect of having your tongue on my pussy."

Betty had barely finished talking when she felt the tip of her son's tongue press timidly against her labia. It slid along the lips to her clit, and gave that a quick little lick.

Her hips shuddered. She thought of reminding him to be careful with that tongue of his, but she figured that he was a clever enough boy to be able to figure out from that shudder that she had just given that her clit was too sensitive for him to want to give too much attention to it, unless he wished to bring her off right away.

Larry got the message, and his tongue concentrated on the labia for the next few seconds. That was hardly an insensitive part of Betty's body, however, and she found herself gasping with excitement as his tongue slithered along her crinkly cuntlips.

"Mmmmmm, nice," she gasped. "You're quite a.. . a cuntlapper." The moment's hesitation was caused by the shiver of pleasure that went rippling up her spine as he ran the tip of his tongue along the very rim of her cunt. All the while, she could hear him sniffing away, trying to get as much of that pussy smell in his nostrils as he possibly could. The smell must be getting stronger and stronger, she knew, for she was getting wetter and wetter between the legs.

The taste of her pussy-juice was driving her son every bit as wild as the smell of it was. He lapped away on her labia like a kitten going for a bowl of cream. Then, it occurred to him to go after the source, and he sent his tongue gliding into her vagina.

Down it went, until he had it extended all the way. His cock felt that it was going to burst. There was something terribly exciting for the boy to have his tongue actually inside his mother's body. He wanted very badly to touch his cock with his fingers, but he managed to hold himself back. He knew that his cock was so excited that if he touched it, it might go off then and there. And he didn't want to do that, because he wanted to stick it into his mother again. That first fuck had been wonderful, but he was eager to fuck her again, this time with him playing the active role.

"Uh! Oh! So fine! So fucking fine!" Betty gasped as she felt the probing tongue explore every square inch of her cunt. Her hands were cupping her breasts, squeezing the things, pressing them against her chest, teasing the nipples into a state of unbearable frenzy. Her whole body was quivering like a tuning fork. She couldn't take this action much longer. She just couldn't!

Larry sensed how tense his mother was, how badly she wanted to come. He wanted to make her come too, so that they could move on to the next item in the agenda, namely bringing some relief to his aching cock. But he also knew that his mother wanted the tongue torment to go on, too, and that wet twat of hers was just too delicious for him to be able to leave it alone.

He pulled his tongue quickly back into his mouth, taking as much cunt-juice along with it as he could. Then he sent his tongue back for some more.

"Larry! Larry! LARRY!" she gasped, and he realized that there was a new urgency to the tone of her voice. She really couldn't stand to wait much longer. He pulled his tongue clear a final time and sent it gliding towards her clit while her hips shuddered with expectation.

Closer and closer it came to the aching female trigger, and Betty thought that she was going to go crazy waiting for it to cover the last few centimeters. Then BINGO! his tongue-tip touched her clit.

Before it could touch again, her anguished body unwound like a clock with a busting mainspring. Her spine arched, her hips bucked and heaved, her head tossed from side to side, as she came, and came and came! And all the while, Larry kept licking at her cunt, even though it could hardly stand to be touched.

Larry was so keyed up by the excitement of licking his mother to a come that for a moment he thought that he might go off even without touching his prick, but he didn't. When her hips stopped bucking, he took his tongue away from her twat. He could guess just how sensitive she felt down there, and from the way she was gasping for breath, it seemed obvious that she needed a bit of rest. His cock was demanding instant gratification, but he wasn't going to let that push him into asking for sex before she could enjoy giving it.

"Darling, that was fantastic," she murmured. She gazed at his friendly face, covered as it now was with glistening pussy-juice. Then she glanced at his cock. It looked incredibly stiff.

"You need a come, don't you?" she said between gasps.

"Oh, I can wait. I want to get rested up a bit after my first one so that I can give you a good go on the second one," he said nonchalantly. Betty had seen enough cocks to know just what a line of bull that was. If his prick was any stiffer it would break in two. She knew that he just wanted to make sure that she felt good and rested. She felt a surge of pride at thinking that she had reared such a fine, considerate boy. She tried to bring her breathing under control as soon as possible, so that he would see his way clear to start fucking her. She didn't want to keep him waiting a second longer.

Finally she was able to convince him that she was ready to go.

"The Missionary position, darling?" she asked him, spreading her legs.

"Is that what it's called?" he asked.

"Uh huh," she said, "but the name's kind of unfair. It's a really good position. Maybe the best. Just like really well-made simple food is sometimes better than really imagine stuff."

Larry liked good, simple food, so he decided to go on with that position, despite its silly name. He was glad she had said that, because the only other position he knew was the one she had done earlier with him, and while he wouldn't have wanted his fuck to be ridiculous, he would have hated to ask her to explain another position to him. This was to be his first independent fuck, and he was glad to know that there was nothing ridiculous about it, despite its name.

He got on top of her and positioned his prick. His mother sensed how important it was for him to do this all by himself, without any advice from her. The first fuck had been just a preliminary for his.

This one was the one where he would win his spurs of manhood. That was why she didn't suggest that she cross her legs over his back, even though that made the position a lot better, in her view. That was a variant that she could tell him about later.

Larry was very, very careful about positioning his cock. He wanted to make sure not to hurt his mother. Finally, when he was satisfied, he slowly shoved on in.

He was going slowly out of nervousness, but Betty found something exciting about being filled up so gradually. Finally, he was all the way in and, after a moment's pause, he started to move his cock back and forth inside her.

Betty was almost as tense as he was. This would be the fuck that revealed what kind of cocksman he was. For the first one, all that he had had to do was keep his rod stiff. She knew that he was an excellent cuntlapper-he had just given her the most resounding demonstration of that fact-but she would have hated to have to think that he wasn't very good at manipulating his cock.

At first, her son was decidedly clumsy and over-cautious. She was tempted to say to him, "don't worry, I'm not made of glass down there," but she restrained herself. She knew that this was something that he wanted to work out all by himself.

By about the fifth or sixth stroke, his natural talent started to show itself. His cock-thrusts became more confident and better timed. He was really starting to hit his stride.

As Larry's confidence grew, he felt that he could turn some of his attention to other things, and started to play with his mother's tits, which lay spread out on her chest. He also put his lips to hers and started to French.

No doubt about it, the boy had rhythm. It had taken a while for it to come out, but now he was thrusting his penis back and forth inside her in very, very satisfying and exciting strokes. She moved her hips to give little counter-thrusts to his. She knew that by now his confidence had increased to the point that he wouldn't resent her playing that kind of active role.

Larry didn't know which felt better-the physical sensations that his cock was getting from his mother's tight, wet cunt, or the pride and satisfaction that he felt at doing the good job that he unquestionably was. Those hip motions of his mother, those little moans and sighs that she was coming out with, were undoubtedly genuine.

Back and forth he rammed his hard dick, sliding it home again and again and again. His body was as tight as a harp string, his cock was getting ready to fire ....

He gave her five more strokes, and then his prick suddenly erupted into a spewing geyser, while her cunt pulsed and trembled around it, while her whole body shook and heaved with the force of a spine twisting, mind blowing COME!

Then they were laying there together, still and tired. And happy. Betty knew now that everything would turn out all right in her relations with Frank, once a little honest talk had been gotten out of the way. And she knew that her son was an accomplished fucker, a real man. She felt very good.