Chapter 5
Lisa thought it best to go back down the road and give Ron and Susan a chance to "clean up." She didn't know what to say, and didn't want to give either of them the slightest hint that she had watched their wicked, shocking performance. She knew one thing; she had to act perfectly normal, as though nothing had happened. She lugged the pail of firewood back to give complete authenticity to her actions.
As she passed the huge camper full of men Ron had noticed earlier, she discerned that the men were still drinking and were beginning to feel the effects of the beer they had been filling themselves with. Although it was only eleven o'clock in the morning. She felt the lewd insistent stares of their eyes as they riveted on her alluring, female form. She walked quickly out of their sight and into the woods.
Lisa walked for about ten minutes. She followed a small dirt foot-path as it meandered lazily into a dark, secluded part of the forest. Lisa suddenly noticed that the light was becoming increasingly dim, in fact it was almost as dark as twilight! She spied an inviting patch of soft leaves and stretched out on the comfortable, soft patch of greenery.
She had to have time to think! Her mind was in a whirl from the wild event she had just witnessed! Her conscious morality was shocked, but there was another part of her which was just uneasy. She couldn't quite describe or put her finger on her feelings, but somehow she felt as though she had been left out of something.
Whether it was the fact that Lisa had just witnessed two people sucking and licking each other to heated orgasm, or whether it was because her husband had been gone for three days Lisa suddenly felt incredibly homey! She lifted her head to see if anyone was around; no one seemed to be in sight.
Lisa felt an overwhelming, mad insistence clawing at her supple, sex-starved cunt. She didn't know what possessed her as she slowly unbuttoned her plaid blouse and slid her hand underneath the tightness of her brassiere to squeeze and fondle the succulent mound of her own womanish breast. Her other hand went behind her back and quickly released the tiny metal clasp holding her snowy brassiere in place. She tossed the garment aside, and suddenly the curvaceous, voluptuous mother was naked to the waist.
The scene looked like something out of a pagan Greek myth; the raw, primitive force of nature was wildly extant in the luxuriant thick foliage and heavy undergrowth of the primeval-looking forest. In the middle of this pure, unpolluted, untouched patch of pure naturalness, lay a ripe, voluptuous female, her thick, rich blonde hair flowing softly down her shoulders and brushing tantalizingly against the deep cleavage of her proud, high tits. Her ivory-like skin was pure and nude in the sheltered part of the forest, and the pink, delicate orbs of her melonish breasts blushed like a baby's cheeks as they lay unashamedly exposed in the clear mountain air. Her tiny waist tapered into the flaring femininity of her thighs like the sleek, flawless curves of a wasp, and the flat plane of her belly lay naked, dotted by the shallow crater of her perfect navel.
Lisa closed her eyes. She could feel the raw, surging power of primeval nature as it pulsed through the trees and bushes, and she aas somehow lulled into a drug-like stupor by the over-powering sights, sounds, and scents of the sensual forest.
Lisa slowly massaged the nipple-peaked mounds of her delicately-veined tits in each of her hands.
"Mmmmmm!" she moaned as a dim image of a virile, stud-like man began to form in the eye of her mind. She lewdly ground the rubbery tips of her nipples against each other and received a wanton pagan tingle in her married loins as her own cunt tingled under the forbidden sensations of her self-administered stimulation.
Lisa could feel the friction between the heated softness of her breast-flesh as she massaged her own huge tits to nipple-hardened intensity.
The image of the nude man dancing in her brain became more cohesive; she could see the sloping muscularness of his shoulders and the vee-like taper of his waist. The youth was standing with his back to her, the powerful lines of his masculine loins and buttocks firmly etched in her brain.
Lisa took her left hand and salaciously rubbed the tight, young skin of her married belly. She could feel her tight young muscles as they interconnected with the muscles of her lower abdomen and intertwined with the taut, vernal mass of her cuntal flesh.
Lisa slipped a thumb under each side of her jeans and worked them down over the curves of her slender hips, down the supple line of her thighs, and finally over her long, curvaceous legs.
Lisa felt a ripple of girlish excitement pulse through the curve of her crotch as she grasped the forbidden reality of the situation she had put herself in: she was half-naked and alone, in the deepest, darkest part of the forest!
She slipped her finger under the elastic waist band of her fluffy white panties and removed the snowy garment.
She had only performed the self-stimulating act she was in the middle of now, once in her life, when she was a high school girl. But, at the moment, she had no other choice; she had to have some respite from the gnawing, clawing hunger pounding in her nerve-naked cunt.
Why was she so goddamn homey?
Lisa took her stiffened middle finger and slowly rubbed the glistening mound of her womanish, swelling pubis. She shuddered as the smooth end of her pearlish node of her own clitoris and sent a spasming convulsion of sensual arousal pulsing through her own cunt.
The image of the youth, which was becoming ever-so-clear in Lisa's mind, turned slowly towards her. What struck her immediately was the thick, cudgel like cock which dangled excitingly between the legs of the phantom of Lisa's mind. She saw its bulbous, bloated cock-head and the red-banded immensity of its shaft. She saw the deep-grooved, thick ring of purplish flesh as it separated the mushroomed-shaped head from the long turgid pole of the shaft.
God! Would she love to have that between her lily-white thighs!
Lisa slowly inched her finger into the clinging fissure of her own cunt and felt the rubbery walls clasp hungrily around the long, exploring form of her probing digit. Lisa clenched her lips together as an arousing tremor of lewd excitement pulsed its way through the heat of her married belly and erupted in tingling excitement on the orbs of her pink tits.
Her thighs spread invitingly open and the delicate, light blue skin on the inside of her crotch contracted with wanton arousal as she circularly ground her ample hips in a lurid animalish movement of wanton passion.
Any male wandering upon the scene would have instantly raped Lisa; her voluptuous, trembling body was nakedly offered, the moist, hairy folds of her pussy nudely revealed.
Lisa salaciously thrust her forefinger alongside her embedded middle finger, and suddenly her married vagina was filled with both of her hotly working fingers!
"Ahh!" she moaned, ever so softly.
She felt the flood of her own love juices as they bubbled around her fingers, as her ample hips rocked in orgasmic rhythm to the lewd sensoring of her nakedly-splayed legs.
God! What was happening to her? Here she was, homey as hell, out in the middle of the woods, working herself to a trembling orgasm, why? Had the sight of her best friend and her own son touched off a forbidden channel of her subconscious mind, awakening a flood of pagan, animalish desires? Had t-hi? forbidden vision awakened in her unspeakable appetites?
Lisa was panting and sweating like a mad dog now, each delicious lunge of her own fingers propelling her closer to the shuddering throes of her own self-inflicted orgasm. Her tits were wildly dancing and her fully aroused female body quivered and quaked as she skewered the insides of her own cunt with her accurate, long, fingers.
A shudder of relief escaped from her pretty lips as the walls of her cunt pounded out the sizzling vibrations of her orgasm.
"Ah! Ah! Ah!" Lisa moaned. "Mmmmm! Mmmmmm!"
Suddenly Lisa's love-juice coated fingers began pummeling her own pussy with piston-like power. She felt the atomic whirl of her nerves tremble with body-shaking force. She threw open her legs and rolled her eyes. Her orgasm welled up from the very depths of her female being and exploded in her mind with a maelstrom of mind-boggling sights and sounds.
As she gyrated wildly, thrusting her hips up and down in pagan delight, the image of the potent, virile youth etched its way into her mind's eye with the intensity of a super nova; she glanced up, and suddenly, she saw the face of the youth she had conjured up; yes, the image Lisa had used to work herself to heated orgasm was . . .
. . .her own son!