Chapter 8
The episode of the belt was now completely forgotten by both of them. He was getting a much better licking now that he had gotten the last time. And Ellen found that she was really enjoying herself too. She had always been willing to accommodate her husbands or boy friends with her mouth, but they had all been so big that she really hadn't gotten that much pleasure out of it. Sex was sex, whether it came from between the male or the female legs, but there was such a thing as overdoing it, and although the area between her own legs was able to accommodate the male passion, thing were different when - it came to her mouth.
As much care as she took of her male companions, they always seemed to want more. They were never satisfied with just putting it in her mouth and letting her work on it, they wanted the whole thing. She had never been able to use her throat effectively, and had to almost fight them off to keep from choking and gagging and throwing up. But they always figured that her frenzied antics consisted of pure passion, and just went at it that much harder. That was a world of difference between this cock and the previous ones.
She had little doubt that this cock would eventually cause some other girls to gag and choke as it grew even more formidable and expert, but right now, it was just the thing that she needed to assuage her appetite. And the inexperienced body below her was perfectly content to let her use her own judgment and go about it in her own way. In fact it wouldn't make any difference which way she went about it, as she was destined to very shortly receive the little passion that he.
had left in him.
Paul just lay back on the bed and shut his eyes, and he was still not sure that he was awake. The only clue he had as to the state of his consciousness was that his was so much better than his previous dreams. And why not? It was not only real, but he was being worked over by. someone that knew what she was doing. And hat person was so hot herself that she was putting everything she had into it. Or rather, she was taking everything he had into her. - The hard cock was still a bit too long, even though it was much smaller than any that she had had before, but it wasn't as fat as the others either, and it didn't seem to bother her as it reached for the opening of her. throat. That of course could be accounted for by the intense condition of her own body, but the fact that she was now bringing, her son up to date in the facts of life the same as she had done with her daughter might have had something to do with it too. She doubted veiy much that she would have performed such a competent job on a stranger, whether it be man or boy.
She didn't try to get it into her throat at first, although she took just about all of it into her mouth. She kind of eased off, and as she felt it begin to plug her air hole, she would back away and squeeze her lips around the hot shaft so that she was in fact jerking him off with her lips. And his response could have only been called one of total appreciation, because even though the dick was a bit worn out, she could feel it growing even longer and fatter each time she went down on it.
And Paul was so tired and confused that he only gave one heave as he felt his insides empty into the sucking mouth, and he didn't even realize that the mouth never got a chance to actually taste its son's body offerings. His belly rose just at the time that Ellen was going down, and the fluid that he managed to evacuate from his tired balls went straight into her throat. It took her by surprise of course, but by the time she pulled her head back all that was left on his dick was a few insignificant drops. And as she wiped them from her lips with the tip of her tongue, she saw that he was already well on his way back to sleep. Maybe he would think that it was just a dream.
She was still hot as a pistol, but the feel of the warm fluid going down her throat seemed to cool her off a little, at least as far as her mind went. So even though she would have liked to carry on until her own body was satisfied, she figured that she had better leave well enough alone. Actually, she was even sorry now that she had gone this far. Paul had not been as well indoctrinated as his sister had been, and she was worried about if he could take all this when he woke up and realized that it had really happened. Unless of course, he himself didn't realize that it had happened.
If he didn't give any indication of it in the morning, she would just let it go, but if he did appear to know what had happened, she had no doubt that she would capitalize on it. Right now though, it was.time to tiptoe out of the room and back into her own room and put her steaming body back to bed next to her more compliant daughter. Not that Paul hadn't been compliant, but she still just didn't know. Morning would tell the story.
Betty was still sleeping soundly, unaware that her mother had even left the bed, and Ellen didn't want to "awaken her in order to resolve her own inner conflicts. She just turned over on her side and hoped that her mind and body would cool off to let her go to sleep. And eventually they did. The events of the evening were enough to tire her out even more than she realized, and she didn't even know that she was still licking her lips and savoring the taste of her son as she faded away into darkness.
But morning had to come, and when it did, Ellen was forced to he there for awhile as consciousness returned to her in order to figure out whether the whole thing had been one of her own dreams. She still wasn't sure as she turned her head to look over at her daughter. And it shook her up a little to find that Betty was not there. She sat up and looked over at the other bed, thinking that Betty might have gotten crowded and went over to her own bed, but she was not there either. And then, as she licked her hps again as if tasting the cock that she had sucked, she knew that the whole thing had been only too real, and it only made her wonder the more where her daughter was.
She jumped out of bed and was almost going to run out into the hall with nothing on before she remembered that she was naked and went back to get a bathrobe. She wanted to check Paul's room the first thing to find out if the two kids had gotten together again. She knew that even though it was early in the morning, sex did not need a clock and could not care less about what time it was. But Paul was still sleeping, and there was no sign of Betty.
Ellen almost stumbled down the stairs in her anxiety after checking the bathroom and finding it empty, but was vastly relieved to find Betty sitting at the kitchen table and stuffing her face with toast and coffee and smiling as if nothing at all had happened.
Ellen sat down across from her and smiled back, but she was not too sure just what it was that she was smiling about. Was it relief that things had worked out well? But of course she couldn't know that yet, as she had to wait until Paul woke up to find out what the effects of last night would be. Or was she smiling because she was hoping that the effects on Paul would be favorable, and there would be a long, fabulous day ahead of them? Whatever caused the smile, she was glad that it was there, and it was not forced. She felt a lot better this morning, and although she might have been a little apprehensive, she was not really worried.
After all, she had definite proof that Paul was intensely interested in sex, but the only thing that she was apprehensive about was what his feelings would be about having it with his mother. She was far from being an old bag, and he should be interested, but even if he should turn out to be a bit turned off by having sex with his mother, she still had an ace in her hole. And she looked over at her daughter and the smile opened up a bit wider.
He was willing to have sex with his own sister, so Ellen figured that she could use his sister for bait. She would be willing to stand aside for awhile and let the two of them go at it, and just look for her chance to get into it.
Not that she was more anxious to get at Paul now, but she was thinking about the possibilities of a three way situation. Keep it in the family. If it worked out, none of them would have to look for their kicks elsewhere. There would be no chance of contracting disease of getting in trouble through pregnancy or anything like that. They could take care of each other.
From what she had seen last night, and what she already knew about her daughter, she knew that there would be no problem there. And as the plans began to form in her mind, she looked over at her daughter and smiled again as she could almost visualize that young and growing body underneath the baggy bathrobe. She might have hated to share it, especially with a male, but as the heat began to renew itself within her, she figured that it would be worthwhile.
And it seemed as if her daughter was almost reading her mind, because before she could even open her mouth to speak, Betty asked her how she thought Paul was. So it was obvious that Betty knew that she was no longer mad at Paul, or at her, as she had demonstrated that last night right there in the living room, and Betty must have been highly interested in what had happened between her and Paul. And that was exactly what Ellen had on her mind now.
She wanted Betty and Paul to get together again. And this would be the perfect time for it.
Betty could go up and wake Paul up, but first, Ellen would have to explain to her how to do it. And in order to do that, she would also have to tell her about her nocturnal mission to Paul's room. She didn't think Betty would mind, and in fact she thought that it would even speed things up. If Betty was heated up enough about it before she even went up, she could imagine how the both of them would be by the time they came downstairs. Ellen herself was already prepared for that encounter.
Betty's smile seemed to freeze on her face as her mother started to explain things to her. And not it was Betty's turn to try to understand why she was smiling. The events that she wasn't aware of really titillated her, and she was smiling at that,, although it was a very surprised smile. She was definitely interested in her brother, and although she knew that her mother had more or less condoned it once her initial anger had worn off, she wasn't aware that it had affected her mother so much that she had gotten up in the middle of the night and went into it even deeper than she had.
But the fact that she now knew that her mother not only approved of it but was also willing, and eager, to further the relationship almost overwhelmed her. Especially after she heard the detailed account of what had gone on while she was sleeping. By the time her mother had finished, she was not only eager to follow her plans, but she found that her mouth was watering as she ran up the stairs. She wanted to catch her brother before he woke up in order to give him probably the most pleasant surprise that he had ever had. She knew that the surprise that he had when his mother went into his room would have been terrific, but when he learned that things would now no longer have to be kept in the dark, she figured that he would most likely flip.
And as Betty had hoped, he was still asleep, and again as she had hoped, he did indeed flip when she woke him up. Not only because of the way that she woke him up, but because the daylight. was streaming through the windows now, and he not only knew that he was really awake, but that the thing that had happened last night was not a dream after all.
Betty was very interested in that meat that he had between his legs, and she vividly recalled the feel of it and what it had done when she manipulated it, but she wouldn't have thought about using her mouth on it if her mother hadn't told her about it a few minutes ago. It would naturally have come to that eventually, but if they hadn't been caught in the act, and had to continue at their own pace, it might have taken some time before they both figured out just how to go about everything that could be gone about. Now they had an instructor, and for the time being at least, Betty would know just how to get right down to the nitty gritty. By the time that they got downstairs, they would both be eager to learn more, and the smile would be even broader on Ellen's face.
Paul would have woken up in a few minutes anyway, so things were not as unreal to him as they had been last night. He was still lying on his back, and he began to come to even as he felt the bed move as his sister sat down on the edge of it. By the time she had found the opening in the front of his pajama pants and worked her hand into it, he was wide awake. And glad that he was.
The house was full of smiles that morning, as when he recognized that it was Betty there, and what she was doing, he knew that everything was not only still all right, but getting even better. His batteries were fully charged by now, and in fact they were over charged and needed a little relief. Normally he might have used his hand to gain that relief, but right now, he could see that there would be no need for that. As far as that went, if this morning, and last night were any indication, he would have no more need for his hands. But if it continued the way it was starting out now, he might have to use his hands to fight the females off.
Because it wasn't even fully hard before Betty went down on it, and from the manner in which she attacked it, he thought that he might even lose it. The sort of soft, puffy meat that filled her mouth gave her the illusion that this was what it was all about. She forgot how hard it was when she had it in her hand, and it was rather surprising to her when she found how it was rapidly growing in her mouth. Her mother had even described this effect to her as they sat at the kitchen table, but it was one of those things that Betty had to learn for herself.
At first it filled her mouth rather comfortably, something like the big clits that she had gotten used to, but none of those clits had even swelled to the proportions that this was doing. The soft meat was extremely pleasant, and even as she devoured it hungrily, she wondered why her mother had not let her in on this before. But as it began to reach towards the back of her mouth, and she recalled how her mother had cautioned her against this, she got her first lesson in how to protect herself from this welcome invader.
Paul of course had no control over what his body was doing, and all he was doing was lying back and enjoying it the same as he had done only hours before. His body would eventually learn to cope with the attentions that it was receiving, but right now, he was content to be the passive partner. Right now, he had no reason to be active, as his sister was doing such a good job that she didn't appear to need any help. And she didn't.
Betty was thoroughly accustomed to the taste of forbidden flesh, but this was far different than any she had tasted yet. She could understand the difference though, but only in the way that it was the difference between male and female. She had had no previous contact with the male, so the subtle difference which she would not even notice later was obvious to her now. But as she caressed the hard yet pliable meat with her tongue, she did not realize that she was receiving a mixture of several tastes.
There was not only the residue of three separate loads of come that he had shot the previous evening and during the night, one in her hand, one on the bed and one in his mother's mouth that was coating his dick, but also the saliva that his mother had deposited on it. That, the combination with the saliva that her own mouth had formed made it a very much used cock that she was breaking herself in on.
It didn't bother her that much though. She was in pretty well the same condition that her mother was in last night as she had done the same thing. The feeling inside of her was at the boiling point, and as she rode her lips up and down the slippery meat and examined and cherished it with her tongue, she couldn't care less that it was slipping further and further toward her throat. She wanted to do everything that she could to please him, in the hope that if she did a good job, he would be willing to please her. And she didn't know how willing, he was right now. If he had known how to go about it, he would have flipped her over and started a sixty-nine job right then.
But that would come later. When they got downstairs and consulted the expert. Right now, they were doing the best they could, and it was good. At least they thought that it was good, because they didn't know what the expert had in store for them. And the expert was still smiling. The very fact that her daughter had been up there for so long told her that things were going according to plan. It would only be a matter of time, and not a very long time, before Ellen would be able to get right in the middle of the deal.