Chapter 2
There was something decidedly stimulating about being around a glowing, sparkling beauty like Glory and April was always conscious of her mother's sexiness and healthy good looks. She had often seen the way men looked at Glory when she wore shorts or hot pants and a halter. She sometimes supposed that Glory enjoyed baring much of her person for the admiration of men, but she couldn't be too sure about that. Ernie, her handsome young father, was pretty well pleased with Glory, too.
And, after that first revealing session with Glory, April avoided any further discussions of her character, but one afternoon a few days later, April told Artie to do something and he was slow about getting up from the kitchen table to obey. Glory looked at him and her big gray eyes looked like ice.
"When April tells you to do something, Artie," Gloria said, coldly, "you do it."
Glory leaned across the table and she smiled into Artie's handsome face. Her hand moved like a flash and she slapped Artie's face, hard, almost knocking him out of the chair. He put his hand up to cover the big red mark on his chin and Glory's smile sparkled at him and he watched her warily.
"I won't have to tell you again, will I, dear?" Glory said.
Artie shook his head and Glory patted his hand. She glanced at Joey to make sure that he got the message, too.
"All right," Glory said, crisply, to Artie, "go do what April told you to do."
Artie stood up and he went out of the kitchen and Glory smiled at April's startled expression.
"I appreciate the way you help me with the boys," Glory said. "I intend that they be obedient and obliging. They are fine boys but they can easily get out of hand."
April didn't discuss the matter. She didn't really know what she could be expected to say. Glory was at the breakfast table and she told Joey that he could begin to straighten things up and then she carried a cup of coffee with her as she went into her bedroom and began getting dressed to go out. April sat watching Joey as he worked in the kitchen. He glanced at her and she puckered up her mouth so that he would know that she was just dying to suck him and he just grinned! Later, when Artie and Gloria left the house, she was voraciously insatiable and she damned near killed Joey.
And now, as usual, she was waiting for him to get home and she was ablaze with all sorts of sexual desires. She was in her bedroom, finishing up her makeup when she heard him arrive and when he walked into her room she could see that he was horny too and that he liked her very much. She smiled at him, then she stepped close so that she could kiss him. He liked it when she kissed him. So did she.
She put her hand down so that she could feel his cock and he had a hard on and that delighted her. And then she began to shake. She was getting so that she would start shivering and shaking as soon as she got started with sex or any of its activities. She had gotten so that she could get the shakes just thinking about sex and its pleasures.
Joey seemed to know what she was like and he never complained about her hungers or the way she handled him when she was in the throes of a sexual frenzy +++ Instead, he seemed to enjoy anything that she might do to him.
He held her in his arms now and while she shivered and shook, he kissed her and then he began handling her pretty boobs and that made her turn on even more. She stepped back and gave him her crooked grin and she began undoing his pants and then she pushed his shorts down and when he settled back onto the bed, she followed him and then she was at him, her mouth sliding up and down on his stiff cock and she was making weird, mewling sounds as she sucked him and tried to empty him in a hurry. She could tell when he was getting close and she slid her mouth out and teased his flesh with her educated tongue and when he came in her mouth, she feasted upon him, thrilling to a special sexual ecstasy that was beginning and becoming more intense in her loins. It seemed that she was able to feel an orgasm of growing intensities all of the time and the more she did the nicer her thrills became. She could tease Joey's cock and balls expertly and postpone his orgasm for as long as she liked and she had discovered that the longer she kept him excited and postponed his orgasm, the wilder her own reactions were when he did come. Too, there was always a greater abundance of his juices and she could extend their periods of sexual activity to the point where unimagined ecstasies could overwhelm her and push her close to fainting.
She shifted her body on the bed so that Joey's hands could get at her and when he pushed her skirt up, she straddled his face and settled her bare pussy into his mouth and they began a fierce sixty-nine that inevitably drained them both.
Joey had become an apt pupil and she taught him how to use his tongue to bring her great thrills while he feasted upon her juices, too. They were both eager to dry fucking again but they were afraid to try it. Instead, they spent hours with each other, using their mouths and their hands and while April knew that they were enjoying voluptuous pleasures quite unimagined before, she was greedy enough to want more.
They tried fucking for a second time one day. And it was a disaster. She had sucked Joey for hours and they were sure he couldn't expel anything in her, but when he tried to get his cock into her, she was too tight and too dry and it just wouldn't work. He had hurt her and they had quit, disillusioned and unwilling to try it again.
But, as April lay on her bed, looking at his wilted organ, she began to imagine what joys she could know if he got his cock inside her. She was too worn to attempt it now, but she resolved they would try it again at the first opportunity.
They smoked cigarettes until April glanced at the clock and saw their time was running out. Soon, Glory would be home with Ernie and Artie. She crawled to Joey's crotch and began kissing and licking his cock; when he was hard, she sucked him off again. Then she was calm and cool and able to help Joey do the housework.
She had talked with Glory earlier in the day and her mother had said that Ernie was back from his trip. He was at the base and would be home for dinner. Glory worked at the base, too, and was anxious for Ernie to enjoy an especially good dinner, and her instructions fell on very willing ears. April adored her father and she was glad to fix a grand feast for him.
She knew that her feelings for her father were not the sort of feelings a girl should have for a parent: she ached with the steady desire to ball him, or to blow him, or to have sex of any type with him. He gave her the hots every time he looked at her, and she enjoyed it.
She let Joey take his shower first then had him begin some of the tasks he could do in the kitchen. Joey was a big help. If she told him how many potatoes to peel he would put them on, set the table and do many of the little tasks that otherwise would have taken so much of her time.
Finished with her shower, she dressed in hot pants and a light sweater. No bra. No one would complain about that. Glory rarely wore a bra, too. She went into Glory's bedroom to put on her face. It was her father's room, too, but there were so many things to make Glory even prettier, April found herself thinking of it as Glory's room. She envied Glory some of the beautiful, multi-shaded wigs, and some of the lovely dresses and costumes that her mother sometimes wore when she and Ernie went out.
She resolved that she would spend a day soon, rummaging into Glory's inventory of alluring items and appurtenances. She would wait until she was home all alone and then start snooping to see just what she could find.
In a way, she was not at all sure what she would be looking for, but she did know that Glory was very worldly, very sophisticated and she was sure that her beautiful young mother would have all sorts of goodies hidden away.
She could remember the many nights when Glory and Ernie would go out for the evening and sometimes Glory would be herself, a glowing, gorgeous young blonde, at other times she would be a saucy, seductive brunette, or a slinky redhead, or an ash blonde and it would all depend upon what wig she was wearing at the moment. Glory had costumes or outfits that went with each of the wigs and April often wished that she had the time and the courage to try them all on her.
She finished fixing her face and her eyes and she put a dab of lipstick on her mouth, a touch of crimson that made her look alive and not so damned young. When she went into the kitchen to help Joey, the look of admiration and adoration he gave her made her efforts entirely worthwhile.
They had dinner ready by the time Ernie and Glory got home. Artie showed up, hungry as a bear and Glory sent him off to the showers to start with. Ernie and Glory settled down in the living room for a cigarette and a time of visiting and relaxing. April had a shaker filled with drinks and she served them to her parents. She held the tray out so that Ernie could take his drink and she smiled in quick pleasure when she saw the stare that he gave her. She could see his reaction to her loveliness in his eyes and it gave her goose bumps all over. Ernie was suddenly aware that she was quite grown up and shockingly lovely.
"April, dear," he said, smiling at her, "you are absolutely beautiful and quite grown-up. I had no idea. Maybe I've been spending too much time away from home. Here I have two glamorous beauties right in my own home and I never knew it."
Glory was smiling at him, her eyes dancing with merriment.
"Now what do you do, dear?" Glory said, softly.
Ernie stared at Glory, then he gulped his drink and watching him, April noticed that his hands were shaking. He put the glass down and April promptly filled it up again. She was bending over, hoping that Ernie would look down the valley of her sweater and get a good look at her gorgeous boobs. Ernie was still staring at Glory and they were carrying on a silent conversation and she wished that she could figure out what they were saying to each other. But she could not.
A few minutes later they all sat down to dinner and Glory and Ernie were talking about going out for the evening and Artie and Joey asked if they could go to the movies and when Glory looked at April with raised brows, to see if it was all right with her, April nodded. She had no chores that she wanted the boys to do, and she was really looking forward to a time alone for a change.
"Wouldn't you like to go to the show, too?" Glory asked.
April shook her head. "No," she said. "I'm tired. I'll let the boys help me with the dishes and then they can go."
Glory went off to dress and when she and Ernie left the house, Glory was beautifully dressed and groomed and she was an exciting, shapely brunette and Ernie looked to be especially happy with her. April heard the car drive off and then she told the boys that they could go, too. She would finish up by herself. She managed to kiss Joey and squeeze his cock while Artie was in the bathroom and then she was horny as hell and she knew that she would pet herself for a while as soon as the boys left.
When she was alone in the house, April went, into her mother's bathroom and she began picking up after Glory. She picked up a pair of wispy panties and they were practically transparent, a bit of gossamer held together by a cleverly contrived G string. She held the garment up to her nose and she could smell the delicate fragrance of Glory's crotch and surprisingly, it was an appealing odor.
She found the smell of Glory's genitals exceedingly stimulating and April sat on the toilet and masturbated while she held the bikini-type pants to her nostrils. She was shaking and massaging her sensitive flesh with great frenzies that brought on many little orgasms. She tried to imagine what it would be like to see the sexual organs that had filled the panties with such an alluring and exciting fragrance. Then she tried to imagine what it would be like to kiss Glory's sexual flesh, to suck it, to enjoy the thrilling excitements that such an act seemed to offer.
April knew all about lesbians but she didn't think that she was a lesbian. She was just an ambitious kid and she could enjoy sex with Glory and her father and her brothers, too. Anything.
She knocked herself out with her busy little fingers and when she was finally able to relax, she sat on the toilet and smoked a cigarette. She used the washcloth to clean herself up a bit, and then she went back into the master bedroom. Several of Glory's unused pantyhose were on the bed. She had obviously been careful about selecting just the proper shade for tonight's ensemble. April picked up the packages and opened the bottom drawer of her mother's bureau and she put the pantyhose packets away. Or, she tried to. As she attempted to slide the packages beneath the loose clothing in the drawer, her hand touched a big, heavy envelope and she knew that she had come upon something new. She had often put Glory's things away but she had never encountered anything like the big envelope before.
She took it out of the drawer and she sat down on Glory's bed while she opened it and began exploring its contents. The envelope was filled with pictures, all in glowing color and she felt a wave of sickness and faintness as she began seeing what was on the sheets of glossy paper.
She could see that the pictures were of men and women, stark naked, and busy with all sorts of sexual acts. When she looked closer she could see that both sexes were good-looking and well endowed sexually. Even before she encountered the first picture of Glory in the nude she sort of expected to find such pictures.
There was a picture of naked Glory atop a pile of large pictures in bright color. She stared at the trim beauty of Glory's sharply pointed breasts, the tiny, coral-tipped nipples jutting from the small rosettes and April was amazed by her mother's physical beauty. She looked at the hips and thighs and the deep cleft of girl flesh between the legs; it was a moment or two before she realized that Glory's pubes were as bald as a baby's bottom.
The sheer beauty of Glory's naked body made April struggle for breath and she was suddenly excited sexually, filled again with erotic hungers that she could not really identify too well.
She took the first picture off of the pile and then she was looking at a full-length picture of Ernie and she could see that he had a big cock and a big bag of balls and she stared at the picture, unaware that she was licking her lips as she gazed at the photo.
She looked at other pictures and she was treated to sights of Glory sucking a handsome young man's cock, Ernie screwing a handsome redhead, and other pictures of her parents in erotic, highly interesting activities with other good-looking young people. She went through the voluminous stack of pictures and she was shaking with sexual agitation all of the while. She took the time to masturbate several times and when she was finally finished with the pictures, she was too tired to stay awake any longer.
She was yawning as she put the envelope back where she had found it. She went off to her own room, her head reeling from the pictures she had seen. Her loins were incapable of serenity and she fell asleep while using her fingers, trying to calm herself down.
Glory walked into her bedroom the next morning and she stood at the foot of the bed, gazing down at April with a rather pained expression on her face. She was wrapped up in her sleek, red satin robe and she looked glorious, April thought.
"I don't feel well," Glory said. "I've decided to stay in bed today. And I am keeping you home from school so that you can be with me in case I need help. You won't mind staying with me, will you?"
April sat up and then remembered the pictures she had seen and she cold feel the quick flush of heat in her face. Glory looked so virginal, so lovely, it was almost impossible to imagine her in the activities that she had seen pictured. Glory was looking at her a bit too attentively and she clutched the neck of her pajamas a bit tighter. Glory smiled at her and then she went out of the room.
April got out of bed and she padded into the bathroom and she wondered how she could get through a day alone with Glory without letting her know that she had seen the pictures. It would be a task that required a great deal of effort, she knew.
The boys were already gone and Ernie was just leaving when she sat down at the breakfast table. Glory was fixing food for him and she did not look like a sick wife. She seemed to be in sparkling health and great good humor. Ernie kissed her good-bye and then he was off for the base and she and Glory were alone at the breakfast table. Glory sat and began sipping her coffee. She had a cigarette going and took frequent puffs.
"You aren't really sick at all, are you?" April asked.
Glory shook her head, slowly, her smile widening as she stared at April. Glory's eyes were blue this morning, April noticed. She didn't know just what that might indicate but she knew that Glory's eyes were sometimes gray, sometimes blue, but always they were beautiful.
"I thought that you and I might spend a nice day together, dear," Glory said, slowly. "I thought that we might talk a bit, too. You know, real girl talk."
April's mouth was dry and awkward and she became conscious of a heavy sexuality that was alive and vibrant in the air, as lively as an electric current, and about as dangerous, too. She could see that Glory was a little shaky, and she was taking deep breaths as she faced April and tried to smile at her.
"You've been looking at pictures," Glory said.
April began to tremble and she was unable to say anything. Glory lit a fresh cigarette while she had one still lit in the ashtray. April reached for the pack and she got one lit, too.
"I should have put them away," Glory said, thoughtfully, "because I know that you are a born snoop, but I forgot. So, when you put my things away, you found the envelope and of course, you had to look. So, now what do you think of your horny parents?"
Glory sat back in her chair and she was smiling at April. She seemed to be a little relieved, somehow, April thought. She was shivering and she knew that she was flowing heavily, the sap running freely in her loins. She sensed, somehow, that this conversation was to be prelude to things that would take place very soon and the heavy sensuality in the scene unnerved her, excited her and she ached with the desire to discuss the whole thing freely with Glory. But she could not.
"We belong to a club," Glory said. "But, I suppose that you figured that out right away. Your father and I are very much oversexed, or at least, we like it more than we should, perhaps, but that's the way we are. Want to trade us in for new parents?"
She could see the twinkle in Glory's lovely eyes and she shook her head. Glory reached out and patted the back of April's hand. April crushed her cigarette into pulp in the ashtray and she had a crooked grin on her face.
"I just wish I could go with you," she said, finally.
Glory laughed at that.
"Nothing doing," she said, firmly. "The clubs will not allow anyone under eighteen to attend a meeting or to participate in any way. But, I'm glad that you don't hate me. Or your father."
April wanted to tell her that she just didn't care one way or the other, but she didn't say anything at all. Glory stood, lit another cigarette, put the package into the robe pocket.
"Fix me a cup of coffee, dear," Glory said. "And bring it into the bedroom."
April nodded, got up and began adjusting the stove and watched Glory walk out of the kitchen. April was still shaking and as she walked around she could feel the excessive wetness as it slid down her thighs. She walked into the powder room beside the kitchen and she used a tissue to wipe the copious moisture from her crotch. Touching her inflamed flesh became a delight and she very quickly achieved an intensely pleasurable orgasm without really intending to do that. But, she enjoyed it to the utmost anyway.
The water was boiling when she returned to the kitchen and she fixed the cup of coffee for Glory. She carried it into the big bedroom and she found Glory sitting in front of her vanity. She was brushing her golden hair and she was looking into the mirror, meeting April's gaze and the two of them were smiling a bit uncertainly.
"You are such a beautiful girl," Glory said, softly. "So very lovely."
April stood still, silent, too excited to speak. She knew exactly what Glory was going to say, exactly what she was going to do and she knew that she was a very willing victim to the process of seduction. She wanted Glory so badly she ached and throbbed in every fiber and muscle of her body. Glory turned and then stood. She pulled April into her arms and kissed her. They clung together and April knew that she was responding with a very revealing ardor and she just could not control herself. She wanted Glory to kiss her. She wanted to kiss Glory and the two of them stood, locked in a tight embrace, their tongues and lips kissing each other wildly, passionately. Glory finally broke and she was gasping for breath. She pushed April away and gazed at her, whiter faced, and when she saw the tears on April's cheek. Glory sobbed and clutched her pretty daughter to her again. She kissed her on the mouth and the eyes and the cheeks and then pushed April away again. Glory reached for a tissue then wiped April's tears away. She was smiling and April could see that Glory was very happy.
"I guess I've known about you right along, dear," Glory said. "But when I kissed you that other time, I was positive. You know what I'm going to do to you, don't you?"
April nodded, and Glory reached out to touch the superb young breasts. April gasped as she felt her mother's touch on her sensitive flesh. Glory moved right inside April's pajamas and handled the tiny, tingling nipples; April was suddenly too weak to stand. She felt all of the strength go out of her legs and when she began to sag, Glory pushed her backwards onto the bed. And then Glory was pulling her pajama bottoms off and she heard Glory's gasp of surprise when she looked at the hairless crotch. Then a sob escaped from Glory's throat and a moment later, April felt Glory's tongue licking at her tormented flesh, slipping far up inside the tight little sheath and April was coming constantly, drenching Glory's tongue, rewarding her efforts with a heavy flow of cunny honey.
That was Glory's phrase for the nectar that could be sucked from the depths of a girl's rosebud and she thought it quite apt.
Glory's ardor and skilled mouth and tongue drove her up the wall with fantastic sensations of purest ecstasy and she tried to hold on to sanity and her senses but she could not. She drifted and soared and Glory's hungry mouth drained her loins, dehydrated her cruelly, and she became a vegetable, a collection of throbbing, thrilling cells, glorying in a new and special splendor.
She knew that Glory was feasting shamelessly upon her flesh and she was filled with racing, blazing thrills and conscious of a sexual rapture and radiance that became sensual euphoria. She was not able to hold on to her senses and lost track of things yet it didn't matter. She adored Glory and was eager to reciprocate, to taste her mother's sweet flesh and she knew, instinctively, that she would be able to indulge that kind of yearning in the very near future.
She regained her senses after a while and knew that she had been away, a traveler in a distant land of ecstasies and thrills; she was utterly exhausted. Glory was lying beside her on the bed naked, and April was naked, too. Their bodies were touching and Glory was stroking her breasts and her belly and her pelvis and she loved Glory's touch on her bare skin. Glory found her mouth and they kissed, gingerly, stickily and when Glory moved her lips away, April smiled at her.
"You had yourself a time, darling," Glory said, quietly "I guess that you know, though, don't you?"
April nodded slowly. Her head felt like it was on a slender stalk and things gritted and creaked when she nodded. She didn't mind that, though. She didn't mind that at all.
"I want to make love to you, too," April said. "Is that awful?"
Glory sparkled brilliantly as she kissed April's lips again.
"No, darling," Glory said. "It would be awful if you didn't feel that way. We will rest and have some coffee and a smoke and then we will try a sixty-nine and we can both have fun."
They kissed and embraced and the fires of an exceptional sensuality began in each of them and when April put her hands on Glory's beautiful breasts, it was a prelude to having one of the luscious beauties in her mouth; and she was sucking on it like a nursing child. Glory took her hand and placed it between her legs so April was able to masturbate her mother while they licked and sucked each other's breasts and played with each other's sexual organs. That was prelude, too, because the powerful sexuality alive and seething in both of them forced them into a sixty-nine long before they wanted to begin.
April shifted in the bed and then she was astride Glory and as Glory's mouth and tongue began their frenzied assault upon her supersensitive flesh, April bent downward; her lips found the delicately sculpted cleft between Glory's legs, she began licking and tasting, and then she moaned and buried her face in the bewitching V of Glory's creamy thighs.
They feasted shamelessly upon each other and she learned how to trigger gigantic, convulsive orgasms in Glory's loins; April struggled to time them with her own, because she was sure that they could achieve great joys if they could manage to come together.
It worked out that way for them and they spent hours feeding upon each other and when they were exhausted, slept; when wakefulness came to them, they turned into each other's arms and made love to each other all over again.
It was, for April, a most wonderful and busy day.
And when it was over, she and Glory were friends and lovers.