Chapter 7
Mother and daughter may be really getting into it now, but as they got into it, they didn't know what they were letting themselves in for. The whole thing was out in the open now, even though none of them realized it at the time, and things would begin to get even more interesting.
Right now, Betty was almost completely a lesbian. She had just begun to learn that there was another side to the story when her mother had broke in on it. No matter what happened from now on, Betty would have an interest in the opposite sex. She did like that thing that she held in her hand and she did want to do it again and see how it spit again. Her mother was the same way, although she didn't know it at the time, and although it looked to Betty as if her mother wanted only her, and she herself should want only females, she had an idea that it would work out differently. She would love her mother, and she would love other females, but she was still interested in that dick even as her beautiful mother's body approached her.
A cunt was a cunt, and she knew all about cunts, but she figured that she had a lot to learn even as her favorite meat approached her with the hard clit sticking out. She wanted it, but she also wanted to learn about the thing that she had had in her hand, and as far as she was concerned right now, there was only one place to learn it from. And as she sucked the hard waiting clit into her mouth, Betty was unaware that her mother had much the same idea in her mind.
Ellen loved cunt, but she did also like cock, and the cock that she saw in Betty's hand really impressed her. It was not as big as the cocks that she had known during her marriages and other escapades, but she knew-that it was pretty formidable for a boy of twelve. Her anger about catching them together had faded, and she was thinking of other things. If the daughter, why not the son also. But it would take some thinking about.
However, first things first, and as Ellen felt her clit being sucked into Betty's eager mouth, she thought that the problem of getting her son into the act, if she did decide that it should be that way, could wait until tomorrow. Right now, it was time to turn Betty around so that she would be lying on the couch, and she could get on top of her. After all that fingering that her son had been doing, she imagined that her daughter's clit would be just as erect as her own. She didn't figure that the scare that she had given them would serve to contain any feelings that they might have had, but she was in no condition to care. Even if Betty's clit was small, there would be no trouble for the knowledgable mouth to bring it up to standard.
It was with a bit of reluctancy that Ellen withdrew herself from her daughter's attentions, but she needed quite a bit more than those simple attentions. She might have loved to have her clit sucked, but it always came to the point where that was not enough. Her mouth also began to water for the taste of girls. And with the girl being right there, and very eager, there was no reason that her mouth should water. And the original encounter was forgotten at least for the time being as she laid Betty out on the seat of the couch. Paul, who had been hurt only as far as his feelings went, soon found his mind becoming a bit clearer. He didn't know what was going on downstairs, and as far as that went, he wouldn't even have suspected that anything like that would be going on. But after the way his mother had ranted at him when she found him and his sister together, he couldn't get up the courage to even sneak to the top of the stairs to see how things were going. We just imagined that his sister was also getting a licking. And in a way, he was right. His sister was getting one of the best licking jobs that she had ever had.
That wasn't his immediate concern though. His mind had somehow managed to block out what had just happeneed, and was focusing on the things that caused it to happen, and without realizing it, his hand worked its- way into his pajama pants and found that his tool was almost as big as when his sister was playing with it.
He forgot all about his motherland the belt and the scene, and just remembered the feel of his finger as it buried itself inside that wonderful hole. He could even feel it as he wrapped his hand around the almost hard cock and started to manipulate it into full hardness.
He had done this many times before, but he had not had an actual experience that he could run through his mind as he did it. All previous thoughts had been more or less vicarious. He had thought of pictures that he had seen, things that he had read, or maybe the sight of the nice looking legs that stuck out under the short skirts of the girls that he went to school with or saw on he beach. This was real, and this really got to him, and belt or no belt, he decided as he worked the meat up and down that he was going to have more of it. And although he still got the maximum amount of pleasure out of his personal hand job, his mind really wasn't on it. His mind was onthe future, and on that nice cunt.
No matter what happened from now on, Paul was determined that he was going to get back into that hole, and in more ways than he had gone into it before. He would have been satisfied to know that his sister also had the same kind of an idea, even though she was undergoing much more pleasure than he was as he used his hand upstairs.
Ellen was on top of Betty in such a position that she was presenting her daughter with the same hard, wet clit that she had just been working on, and one look at what she was face to face with herself told Ellen that everything was all right. The smaller clit was so interested in the happenings that it was poking out right through the surrounding flesh and even out of the open lips. The fine, sparse hair that surrounded the opening tickled Ellen's lips and cheeks titillatingly as she dove right in.
And as she pressed her face into the young crotch, the vigor with which she went at it caused the crotch to heave into the air and a seal was formed between the two pairs of lips that would not be broken until the climax came. The best part of it though, was that the same thing was happening on Ellen's other end as Betty mashed her face into the large opening and sucked the throbbing clit once more into her mouth.
It was not only what she was doing that affected Ellen, but also the events that led up to it, and as her tongue caressed the bit of meat that was sealed between her lips, she knew that this particular session was not going to last long. But as her inflamed insides churned and tried desperately to hold back the inevitable, she also knew that his was only the opening act in what was going to prove to be a pretty long performance. She found herself wanting to get rid of the intensity inside of her so that she could settle down to a nice calm evening. And her daughter was helping her to attain her goal in no mean fashion.
Betty was lost in the darkness of the mass of flesh that her face was buried in, but that darkness only made it that much better. The fact that she was unable to see, just improved the rest of her senses. She could smell the bitter sweetness of the female parts much better, and she could taste that bitter sweetness so sharply that she felt that she was in a different world that consisted only of pleasure. And as she pressed her face deeper into the smooth hot flesh, she raised her hands and caressed first the large thighs, and then rubbed and kneaded the firm flesh of the big ass cheeks above her. She could tell by the way that all that flesh was beginning to quiver that she was about to receive her mother's full appreciation of her attention, and the thought only made her increase her attention.
As her mother opened her mouth wider in order to envelope all of the shivering, quivering flesh that she could handle, and also to make sure that she was in direct contact with the hole that she was sure was about to release the contents of her shuddering daughter's body, Betty also released the overworked clit and formed her lips into a sort of suction cup around the pulsating vagina. They were both ready, and they both wanted it. And they both got it.
Paul got it at about the same time, and althought it was all right, he had no way of knowing that it was not nearly as good as what the ones downstairs got. But it satisfied him for the time being at least, and as the exercise and the relief caused him to be sleepy enough to fade off into a world of fantastically sexy dreams, those two downstairs were only just preparing to go into the second act. The wonderful outcome of the first act demanded that there must be a second, and as they wiped their smiling mouths as they looked at each other, they were wondering just how to go about the next performance. Neither of them needed a rest. All they needed was an idea.
And as her mother bent over to pick up the panties that were lying on the floor so that she could use them to wipe off both of their pussies, it was Betty who got the idea. And Ellen may have been taken by surprise, but it was a very pleasant surprise as she found herself being attacked by a very voracious young girl.
She was still bent over, and had just gotten hold of the panties. But as soon as the action started, she knew that there would be no need for them. Her daughter wanted her just the way she was, and wasn't going to wait for her to clean the working area. That was all right with her, because she figured that it was soon going to be in the same condition anyway, so why waste time. The only problem was the position that she was in. Bending over from a standing position in the middle of the floor like that left her precariously balanced anyway, and when she was attacked from the rear, she had all she could do to keep from falling right over.
But Betty was a bit sharper than she had been given credit for. She had also seen that possibility, and as she fell to her knees on the floor behind her mother, she wrapped her arms around her thighs as she pressed her face into the exciting flesh of the big ass cheeks. And to Ellen's great delight, she found that it was not the wet cunt that her daughter was seeking.
Betty was her mother's daughter all the way, and at fourteen, she had developed enough to be able to prove it. Her insides were perfectly capable of mustering up more than one load at a time, and as she sat on the couch and looked at that beautiful mass of flesh before her, the second load was already beginning to boil within her. Especially as her mother bent over and the two fat cheeks spread apart and exposed the little puckered hole that nestled between them. Betty only licked her lips once before she struck.
The fat, juicy lips of the cunt could plainly be seen between the plump thighs, but as inviting as they were, Betty found that she wanted to do a little experimenting. Not that she hadn't experimented in this area before, but it had not affected her as it was doing now. Her previous escapades had not proved too rewarding, as she didn't really care for the taste of the asshole, but then again, that had been at a time when her insides were not geared up to the point that they were now. The little heat that she had had in her body, and which she thought at the time was something really great, was nothing like the furnace that could be ignited inside of her now that she had developed a bit more.
Once again she was lost in a world of fleshy darkness, but this time it was entirely her own doing. She didn't have the body pressing down from above her, it was her on her knees with her hands and arms wrapped around the body and pulling to her voluntarily invading face. And when the cheeks of the big ass closed around the hot, flushed cheeks of her own face, Betty stuck her tongue out as far as it would go.
And that was just about too much for Ellen. Not that she couldn't take it, but the eroticism of the whole thing was too much for her and she could no longer balance herself, even with the small arms trying to hold her in check. She fell forward to her knees, bringing the smaller body down with her, and it worked out that it was even better that way. There were no more trembling muscles as they fought to keep themselves in balance, and now they could relax and get on with the job. Of course it was Betty's job at this point, but Ellen could better show her appreciation from this new position.
Paul would have appreciated this too, but at the time that all this was going on almost right beneath him he was in another world, a fabulous dream world in which the things that were happening might have even been better than the things that were happening, or could happen in real life. Even in his sleep, his dick began to rise again and his finger began to twitch as he thought of all the things that he had seen and read and even conjured up in his imagination over the years. Everything just seemed to come flooding back in a wild orgy of pleasure in a dreamland that could not happen when he was awake.
The dozens of pictures of naked girls that he had managed to salvage from the books and magazines that he had come across, and that were now residing under the linoleum at the bottom of his closet were as real now as if they had been right in the room with him in living flesh. And many of those pictures were - not just girls posing in the nude, they were pictures of just about everything that a girl could show or do. They, also showed everything that the man doing it to the girls had, but he was not interested in that. He might have been amazed at the size of the male equipment, but he was more concerned with the things that he didn't have, and the females did have.
The pictures in his mind had been clear enough before, but now that he had actually had contact with, and had felt the secret insides of a female body caused those same pictures to not only appear in more vivid color, but actually to spring into a three dimensional effect. With him right square in the middle.
He was not only looking at the girl in the picture that was completely nude and showing everything except the ultimate hole, he was standing there watching her as she spread her legs apart and offered that warm, moist hole to him. And he was thorougly prepared for it. And although it may have confused him in his waking dreams as he perused the pictures, in his dreams he knew exactly what to do. There she was, and there he was, and all that was left was to get together. And his dick got even harder in his sleep as he transferred the feeling of his finger into the feeling of his cock as he entered her.
But that was not all. All of the other girls in all of the other pictures suddenly jumped out of their paper prison, and in all their naked glory, they attempted to join into the action too. Of course there were so many of them that they could not gain entrance into the action all at once, but the best part of it was that they all tried. There was an unlimited number of female bodies that were all trying to get at the one lone male body at the same time. It couldn't happen, but it was a delightful experience, and as his cock felt the same soft meat as his finger had, his body was completely invigorated with the feel of all the other flesh that surrounded it.
Each cheek of his ass could feel the caress of the girls that were lying on top of him and rubbing the soft meat of their pussies against him as he put his own meat in and out of the body below him. And when he did manage to lift his head from the soft shoulder that his face was buried in, he could see another girl on her knees right above the girl's head that he was working on, and he could see that she was getting her pussy ready for him when he had finished his job on this one. The cunt was wide open and weeping as it seemed to cry for his attentions. And the sight of it, and the feeling of the other girls to the rear of him only made him pound away faster.
Paul didn't know that he had turned over onto his belly and was now rubbing the exceptionally hard meat against the sheets. What difference did it make? In his dreamy mind, he was having just as good a time as he could possibly have, and the fluid that would eventually soil the sheets was now getting ready to pour into the throat of the girl that had taken the place of the one that had been below him. There was no end to the things that he would be able to accomplish, and as his physical body was preparing to wet those sheets, his dream body was taking care of anything that it came in contact with. " It was a world of flesh. Wonderful, fascinating, female flesh that enveloped and encased him from every direction. He was in it, he was smothered by it, and he loved every bit of it. He could recognize the face and body of every one of the girls in the pictures, and now he could actually feel them. Now he knew what they felt like, only he didn't know it well enough. Somehow, he even recognized that fact in his dream. It was better than it had ever been before, but still, as he let go his second load on the bed, he knew that there was much more to it. Only he didn't know how soon he was going to find out how much more there was to it.
By the time he had progressed from the dream stage to the real sleep stage, the two downstairs had progressed to a sort of a sleep stage themselves. They had actually knocked each other out in their passion. They had gone at it so furiously that they had just worn each other out, and as they sat back on the couch next to each other, about all they could do was to look at each other and muster up a kind of weak smile. And as their lips parted, the taste of each other's body was still on them. And as they tasted it, it made. them smile a little broader.
But it was definitely bed time now. They were so wonderfully and completely and satisfactorily drained that even though the mind might be willing to continue, the body was too limp to do anything about it. But tomorrow was another day, and there was a whole night ahead of them in which to recharge their batteries. They didn't bother to put any clothes on, and they didn't even bother to pick up the discarded clothes from the floor as they headed up to the bedroom. And their bare feet didn't disturb the equally exhausted Paul as they went by his room. Betty's bed had long since been moved into her mother's room, but as usual, it would not see much service. Ellen's bed was big enough for both.
But Ellen was rather used to this kind of life. Much more so than her neophyte daughter, and after only a couple of hours of refreshing sleep, she woke up. Betty was right next to her, but Betty was still snoring up a storm. Very possibly, that was what caused Ellen to wake up. It didn't make any difference though, she was awake and beginning to feel her oats again. Just the thought of what had caused her tiredness was enough to arouse her oats.
She looked over at the pretty, relaxed face of her sleeping daughter, and although she had ideas, she thought better of them. Betty had probably had enough for awhile. At least she looked that way, and she doubted if she would be in the proper mood anyway if she was awakened from a sound' sleeep. It would be better to just let her sleep, and by tomorrow, things would be in the proper perspective again. But there was still tonight, and there was still the ache in Ellen's groin as her mind worked over the previous events of this night.
She had been worked over by hungry girls before, and her own hunger had caused her to do just about the same thing, but she couldn't get the idea of that desperately hot little tongue that attacked her asshole with such vigor that it knocked her to the floor out of her mind. As long as Ellen had been in the lesbo game, her main choice had always been the cunt, with the tits running a close second. The ass had always been sort of a foreplay or occasionally an after play thing. It had never turned out to be the main course. And as she looked at her daughter's slightly open, slightly snoring mouth, she wondered how she had missed that type of pleasure before.
An asshole had never really turned her off, and she did get some kicks out of examining one, but it had never seemed to be the point of pleasure that it had turned out to be tonight. Maybe it was the real enthusiasm of the tongue that indoctinated her, or maybe it was just the fact that she had stumbled across the type of situation that she did. The situation itself had been so far from her mind that it actually stunned her. She had been so busy developing the required instincts in her daughter, that she had just about forgotten that her son would have feelings of his own. Feelings that would parallel her's and Betty's, but from a slightly different point of view.
As Ellen lay there in bed thinking, it was only slowly dawning on her that if she had a hot little daughter, there was no reason why she shouldn't have just as hot a son. And just as she herself did hold a latent admiration and affection for the male body, even though she did prefer the female body, there was no reason why her daughter shouldn't feel the same way. It was obvious that Betty had swung in her mother's direction, but it was also understandable that she would be curious what was on the other end of that swinging pendulum. And Paul, not having underwent all that kind of indoctrination, would just naturally be interested in girls. If girls could be so interested in girls, it stood to reason that boys would be even more so. And Paul was getting to be a real boy.
And the memory that had been rather indistinct because of the shock that accompanied it when she walked in the door suddenly took on a new clarity and she realized just how real a boy he was. As her pussy flesh twitched at the thought of it, she also realized that her heating mind was exaggerating things a bit, but not really that much. That dick that she had seen Betty jerking would not compare with the dicks that she had encountered, but she could not forget the sight of the stream exploding from it. She knew that it was not yet a man's dick, but it was still mighty formidable.
Although she was pretty sure that that was the first time that they had gotten together, and probably no other act had taken place then, she could not really be sure. As her own cherry had been broken by tongues when she was only a little girl, so had her faith in men. So there was no actual way of telling whether Betty had been invaded by the male or not. But she knew her daughter well enough so that she figured that she would instinctively know if anything like that had happened, and her instincts told her that it did not. She firmly believed, or at least tried to tell herself, that this was the first act, and she had unknowingly caught them at it.
She was right of course, but she didn't know that, and the longer that she lay there and thought about it, file more it affected the insides that were not pretty well refreshed, and the more she wanted to find out for sure. But how could she do that? She could go into his room and wake him up and talk to him, and just know by the way he talked whether this was a one shot or a long term deal, but should she do a thing like that in the middle of the night? She glanced at the clock on the headboard and found out that it was actually the middle of the night, but not really the middle middle. It was only a few minutes after twelve. She had slept so soundly that the couple of hours that she had slept seemed like six or seven.
Ellen was already to go again. She was wide awake and boiling hot, but she figured that the situation would be different with the kids. Betty looked as if she had a long time to go before she regained any semblance of consciousness, and Paul would probably be the same way. Or would he? She hadn't even seen Paul since she had used her belt on him and he went up to bed. How would he have been affected by the experience? Would he have lain there and cried himself to sleep, or would he still be lying awake mulling it over in his mind and worrying about it? One thing she didn't want him to do was to worry. She was now sorry about what she had done, and she didn't want it to have any lasting effects on him.
Well, she could at least go in and take a peek at him. The way that Betty was sleeping, she was sure that she wouldn't disturb her by leaving the bed. And besides that, she wanted to get a better look at that son that she had seemed to ignore for so long. She really hadn't ignored him. but she was definitely not as close to him as she was to her daughter. It amazed her to realize that he had grown up so much that he could spout a man-sized load when she hadn't even realized that he had grown up at all. Up until now, he had just been an insignificant cypher in the household. Something to be avoided so that he wouldn't find out what was going on. But as she tiptoed in the direction of his room, she found that he was a cypher no longer. Neither of them knew at this point that he was to become an integral part of the household.
Although it was midnight, there was enough moon-light filtering through the windows so that there was no danger of tripping over anything. The night was clear, and with the shades still being up, the room was bathed in a not exactly daylight effect, but enough of a light so that everything could be seen in black and white and grey. It was an eerie, but very effective effect. She could see her son stretched out on the bed, and she could see just about all of him.
The night was warm enough so that he wasn't under the covers. The blankets had been pushed over to one side against the wall and he was lying on the white sheet. The wet spot-was underneath him, so she could not see that, but all he had on was his pajama pants and the bottoms of them had crept so far up his legs that he might as well have been wearing shorts. And the almost full view that she got of his body told her that he would not be wearing those 'shorts' too much longer.
Ellen herself was still nude. The only thing was she didn't realize it until she walked in and saw him. As far as she knew, he had never seen her nude before, and she never intended that he should see either her or Betty that way. But circumstances change, and as she looked down on his sleeping form and then looked at herself, she was glad that she had not bothered to put anything on. Because the way she felt now, she figured that it would only be a waste of time taking everything off again.
And she wasn't even worrying about the fact that he was sleeping. He would soon be just as awake as she was. And although his dreams had faded away into deep sleep a long time ago, it was as if there had been no interruption in them. He was back with his mass of girls, and the wet spot beneath him was the mouth of one of those girls or another, or maybe many others were massaging his own bare flesh from head to foot. Actually, it was only the full, round calves of his legs and the backs of his knees that were being massaged, but it would take a little while before the actual manipulation would get through to him and he would realize that it wasn't just another dream.
During that period though, he would be preparing himself for what was to come. And the further the massaging slid up under his pajama legs on its way toward his ass, the harder his dick got under him. It wasn't until the hand gave up trying to reach the ass from that direction and went to the more direct route that led only slightly downward from the tops of the pants that he began to stir.
Because by this time, the hand Was not just feeling around and enjoying the sensation of the boy flesh, it was getting as eager as the feeling in the body that was stirring it on. And that twelve year old boy flesh that she was squeezing in her hand as she delved between the cheeks of the ass and searched for the asshole did nothing to put out the fire in her body. By the time the boy body began to react, Ellen was a volcano that was about to erupt.
•And by the time she finally found the little hole, both of.her hands were so full of ass cheeks that there was nothing left to do but to go into final action.She let go of the skin just long enough to pull the pants down and expose the round butt, and when she again spread the cheeks and placed her face between them, Paul was aware that he was not dreaming anymore.
It would naturally take him a little while to realize just what was happening, but as he turned over, he didn't know that he was also making everything happen better. For although Ellen was having a party with the ass of this young boy, it was really the things on the other side that she was interested in. With girls, it didn't make too much difference. There was a hole on either side. One hole might be more interesting than the other, but they were both just holes. With the male it was different. There was something you could get hold of.
Something you could sink your teeth into. The only trouble was, it was also something that could hurt you. Something that could give you kids. Like this one. And right now, as Paul turned over, Ellen was kind of glad that she had this kid.
She may not' have thought that it was she that caused this, to happen, and it didn't take that much difference right now' anyway, but she found that her trip into her son's room was not in vain. He was just as ready as she was. It didn't matter that he was awakened from a sound sleep, and it didn't even matter that he was surprised to find his mother sitting on the bed next to him. And even the two loads that he had let go of did not faze the hardness of that thing that was making Ellen's eyes widen with awe. He may not have been a man, but Paul was certainly at least a little man, and Ellen knew how to take care of all kinds of men, little or big.
It might not have been her main preference, but as she looked at that hard meat that stared her in the face, she figured what the hell, if you can't have steak all the time, there is always plenty of bologna to fill up on. And since the steak was sleeping, she was more than glad to have this to curb her appetite. And when Paul relized what was happening, so was he. He didn't even stop to think that this was his mother. What difference did it make? In his mind, it was still a part of the dream. This was just one of those girls, but the mouth was even more real than it was in the dream.