Chapter 9
Fran was thankful Ted didn't make her go into too much detail. Since she woke him in the middle of the night and needed his help, she felt obliged to tell him something of her plight. She talked to him and Vivian both, actually. Vivian got up to answer the door and seemed genuinely pleased to see her, giving her a hug and a kiss as if nothing had happened. And although touched, Fran had immediately said, "Wake Ted. I have to talk to the two of you." And then when she had the both of them sitting with her at their kitchen table, she said, "I want to get rid of Gene and I don't know how to do it."
"Well, have you talked to him about it?" Ted asked.
"Sort of," she said. "But he won't listen to anything I say. That's part of the problem."
"You want to end your relationship with him?"
"Yes!"
"You've told him that?"
"There's not much point-it's already ended."
"But he's still there?"
"He's taking advantage of me."
"Hasn't he always?" Vivian interrupted.
"No ... well, uh, maybe, but what I mean is," Fran began to stammer: "You see, a few nights ago he brought a friend home with him and, uh, the man wasn't really a friend of his. I mean the man was simply hideous-he was white, fat, and perverted. And, well, he gave Gene two hundred dollars."
"He owed it to him?" Ted asked.
"No."
"Oh," Ted said frowning, and then from his mother's demeanor he got the idea. "You mean, for you?"
"Yes," she said, blushing.
Ted laughed. "You fetch a lot," he said.
"I earned it," she said, trying to make light of it.
"You told him you didn't approve of this?"
"Of course!"
"And now I suppose he won't clear out."
"Not on my say-so."
"Well, we can serve him with a warrant."
"No!" she exclaimed, eyes going wide in horror, and when Ted frowned she said, "I'll never testify in court!"
"Not that kind of warrant," he said. "Not an arrest warrant. We'll simply serve him a paper telling him that if he doesn't leave by a certain time, or if he ever returns, you'll have him arrested for trespassing. Don't worry about it. I'll get one of my professors to help draw it up in the morning."
"I appreciate this," she said.
"Ah, don't fret about it."
"I do," she said. "I feel just terrible. I've been ignoring you kids and, and I've been acting like a fool. An old fool!" she said, bursting into tears.
Both of her children, one of whom was on either side of her, put their arms around her as she struggled to hold back her tears, wiping her eyes with the backs of her hands, saying, "I don't know ha-how you can ever forgive me ... I've been sooo mean!"
"That's okay, Mama," Vivian said. "It's all over now."
They put their mother to bed with Ellen who didn't stir, and then, making a sleeping Bob move over, both lay on the mattress on the floor.
"This is cozy," Fran whispered.
"It's been very cozy," Ted whispered back. "Good night."
"Night-night."
As if to remind her brother exactly how cozy it had been, Vivian slipped her hand into his pajamas and ran it over his chest and down onto his stirring penis, gripping it lightly. Ted tried to push her hand away but she held on, adamant, as if wanting to affirm or reaffirm the intensity of true family feeling existing between them in their mother's presence. After a moment, remembering what his mother had put him through, Ted figured what the hell and as soon as she curled to her side, away from them, he let an eager breathless Vivian go down on him, taking his aching cock into her mouth. She would soothe it quietly with her tongue until their mother fell asleep.
Ted had never told any of the rest of them exactly what had sent him into a frenzy that day. He had said, simply, that he had arrived in Tiburon to overhear them making love, and had seemed so uncomfortable about it that no one had asked him for details. He had gotten as far north as Fort Bragg, had slept for three hours in his car and then driven back. Ellen for her part had apologized separately and in private to both Vivian and Bob for her irrational behavior that night. Vivian hadn't quite believed her but had accepted the apology and all were on good terms again.
Although Fran continued to worry about repercussions with Gene, Ted took care of everything. He had his professor help him with the paper and then had the Marin County Sheriff serve it-it wasn't necessary to have the sheriff do it, but Ted said that it might be a good idea to throw a scare into Gene-and everything went off without a hitch. When her son and Bob entered the houseboat at noon Wednesday, Gene and his belongings were nowhere to be found. Fran was on edge for two weeks or so-even though Bob and Vivian had moved back in with her just in case-but that was all there was to it.
There were repercussions for Fran, but they were all indirect. They began with a conversation between Vivian and her brother when he and Ellen came to stay the weekend on the boat:
"You can't really blame Mom for any of this you know," Vivian said.
"Oh? Why not?"
"Because she got so horny. Christ, she must have been without a lover for ten years. When a woman gets that horny she'll lay the first guy who shows any obvious interest in her."
"She didn't have to get so horny, for chris'sake," he said.
"She did it for us," Vivian said.
"I didn't ask her to get horny for me," Ted said.
"You fool," Vivian said, and she explained about her father's having frightened their mother after the divorce, threatening to take them away from her.
"I didn't know," Ted said. "I didn't know any of that. I thought maybe she just didn't like men very well."
"Don't you think we owe something to her?"
"Of course."
"I mean, we owe it to her to help prevent, uh, something like Gene from happening again."
"What do you have in mind?"
"Fucking her. You. Or you and Bob both."
"Christ," he said. "She'd never go along with it."
"We'll see," Vivian said, smiling knowingly.
Vivian got up from the kitchen table, glanced at Ellen and Bob, who were on the living room floor watching Dick Cavett-Ellen leaned back against the sofa and Bob had his head in her lap-and continued to her mother's room, opening the door and walking in. Fran had announced five minutes before that she was headed for bed, but she hadn't gotten very far along, was merely combing out her hair at the dresser.
"Mom," Vivian said without prelude, "Ted and I feel somewhat disturbed by your recent behavior."
Fran's face clouded, but she said, "I suspected so dear, and you have every right to feel that way-all I can do is promise that nothin remotely like that will ever happen again."
"Remotely?" Vivian said. "What do you mean by remotely?"
"I mean that I can't face the prospect of ever getting involved with a man again."
"Bullshit," Vivian said.
Fran shrugged and began to take off her dress, unzipping it in back and pulling it off over her head, saying, "No, it's all over for me. I've shown what an old fool I am."
"No, you just became incredibly horny over the years, and when someone becomes that frustrated their judgment is bound not to be too hot."
"No, dear, you don't know just how foolish I was," Fran said, unhooking her brassiere.
"The point I'm trying to make, Mom, is that if you don't let yourself get quite horny, you'll be able to make better judgments."
"Well," she said, stepping out of her panties, "I can appreciate that in principle, the idea of choosing wisely, but I'm afraid I've gotten to the point where it doesn't matter. I've lost my looks I had, my body's gone to pot, I'll be forty next month, and I don't think I'll have any men to choose from."
Fran turned to pick her nightgown from a hook behind the closet door and Vivian opened the bedroom door, beside which she stood, to motion to Ted.
"Mom thinks her body's gone to pot," she said. "I told her she's full of crap but she doesn't believe me."
Fran turned around, holding her gown in front of herself.
"I don't know," Ted said, "I can't see very much of it."
"Come on, Mom," Vivian said. "Think of it as Group Therapy."
Fran smiled slightly. When her daughter tugged at her gown, she held it a moment before thinking what the hell, it was just Ted, and letting go of it.
Fran flushed, giving a deep rich hue to her skin. Ted eyed her plump firm breasts with their handsome reddish-brown nipples, and his eye fell to her trim tapering tummy, her honey blond muff and her downy soft legs. He smiled fully and said, "Turn around. I have to see your ass."
Fran turned to exhibit briefly the smoothly rounded curves of her behind, privately thankful that it was not so red and wounded-looking as it had been a few days before, and quickly turned back.
"I'd say she's about the handsomest woman I've ever seen," Ted said. His mother looked somewhat touched that he'd stated it so strongly, and Ted reached out to touch her cheek, dropped his hand to caress her shoulder, then lightly squeezed her breast before looking down at the floor.
"There, see!" Vivian said.
"Well, he's my son!" Fran said, "of course he'd be gallant."
"Gallant, my foot! You've given him a hard-on," said Vivian, who looked at her brother's crotch, and knew just what to look for. Quick as a wink, she unzipped his fly and reached into his underwear to draw out his cock. It stood out fully erect, red-tipped and blue-veined, and Vivian proceeded to fondle it. Fran was amazed. She had no idea that her son had such a large cock, a handsome manly cock. Without thinking about it-partly out of disbelief and partly because it seemed to be an intimate family moment-Fran reached out to fondle Ted's cock, too, saying, "Why I had no idea you had such a nice one."
As his mother and sister stood fondling his cock, Ted caressed their asses, Vivian's through her skirt and his mother's plump naked buttock, squeezing it fervently.
"See what you've done to him?" Vivian said, letting go in order to leave the manipulation of the thrusting organ up to her mother.
But Fran immediately let go of it, saying, "Well, I'm sure that even at his age Ted has some Oedipal feelings left-why, I'd probably be disappointed if he didn't."
"It's not just Oedipal," Ted said, looking his mother intently in the eye as he reached again to fondle her breast, squeezing it more firmly now, quickly rubbing her nipple erect with his thumb.
"Oh, I know, Ted," she said, hugging his hand to her tit, "but you're hardly what I'd call an objective judge of my, uh, allure!" When she let go of his hand, Ted let go of her breast.
"Crap," Vivian said. "Let's show her to Bob."
"No you won't!" Fran said. But Vivian had already taken her hand and Ted quickly took the other. They proceeded to pull her into the living room. Fran tried to twist her hands free, but they pulled her so rapidly that she had to trot beside them to keep from being pulled off her feet, which was somehow less dignified than being nude. But she wailed, "No! No!" every step.
"Bob," Vivian said, "we need an objective judge. What do you think?" Both she and Ted stepped back, holding their mother's arms. Fran twisted for a moment to try to free herself, which only made her tits wobble all the more enticingly, but she realized that and stood still, one knee bent inward to prevent the exhibit of her pink slit, looking embarrassedly at the floor.
"This is insane," she said.
Carefully taking it all in, Bob said, "I'd fuck it."
"We know that," Vivian said. "But try to make an objective judgment of her body."
Bob looked at Ted. Ted winked. "It's ravishing. It's outstanding enough to put on the prow of a ship. I'd give her ten points on a ten-point scale. What else can I say?" he said. "I'd make love to her at the drop of a hat," he said, repeating himself somewhat, but wanting there to be no mistake.
"Good," Vivian said.
"May I go back to my room now?" Fran said.
"No," Vivian said, casting the die, "you've been an embarrassment to us, and we're going to make sure you don't get so damn horny again."
Fran's face clouded. She did not like having this discussed in front of Bob and Ellen, however close they might be. "You're being perverse."
"No," Vivian said. "I'm exhibiting great common sense."
"By humiliating me?"
"By giving you a realistic alternative," Vivian said.
"But I've already said that it won't ever happen again."
"Then we're giving you an alternative to abject self-denial," Vivian said.
"But you're not giving me any real choice," Fran said. "What good's an alternative if I don't choose it?"
Ted had left the room the minute the women had begun their argument, leaving Vivian there holding her mother's hand. He now returned with a jar of cold cream, and stood slightly behind his mother, rubbing it all over his cock. He had removed his pants.
"No," Vivian said. "All you have to do is reject us. You can say no, if that's what you really mean, and we'll take you at your word. You'll be estranging us, but that gives you the chance to choose loneliness, if that's what you really want."
"This is insane," Fran said.
"No," Bob said. "We're all fond of you. I think you're a grand person."
"Yes," Ellen said, "we love you."
Fran was totally confused. Her mind reeled and her emotions-embarrassment, love, fear of loneliness-were all jumbled together. "I, I don't know what I think," she stammered.
Vivian caught sight of Ted, his thrusting cock totally white, covered with a quarter-inch layer of cold cream. "What are you doing!" she asked.
"I'm going to fuck her in the ass," he said, quietly.
"Fuck her in the ass!" Vivian and Ellen chorused together.
"Bugger her?" Bob said, half under his breath.
"I, I don't know," Fran stammered.
Fran felt herself being pushed to her knees, then forward onto her hands so that she knelt like a dog. The others watched in puzzled fascination as Ted slowly spread her cheeks to reveal the light brown almost hairless skin between them and, somewhat browner, the tightly puckered ring of her anus. He centered his whitened thrusting cock on the ring and pushed. Fran held herself steady, her face tensing as she anticipated the ripping pain of entry. She shoved back with her hips, holding her arms quite stiff, as her son shoved forward. Everyone in the room held his breath as the pressure of cock against asshole mounted.
"Ah!" Fran exclaimed as the fleshy head of her son's prick broke through the resisting ring. Her heavy breathing became the only sound in the room. Sweat broke out on her underarms as she struggled to help complete the union.
"Aaaag, Jesus," Ted cried as his prick was engulfed in his mother's rectum. He reached around to grab her heavy breasts, which had been dangling in the air beneath her as she panted. Ted lunged suddenly, almost knocking Fran flat as his cock entered her to the hilt.
"Uhgg, ooh, ahhh," Fran cried, pierced to the depths of her bowels. And then, when Ted began to move easily in her loosened rectum, jostling her softly, she cried, "Ah Christ, that's nice!"
Vivian, Ellen, and Bob all looked back and forth at each other, mouths agape. Did Ted and Fran know something they didn't know? As if on signal, all three stood to begin taking off their clothes.
"Oh, that's sweet. Ah! You're a good boy, Teddy. Oh, how wonderful," Fran was burbling. She now lay on her side, back arched, legs bent, and Ted thrust rapidly from behind as she caressed his hip. Seeing that Bob had taken off his pants, Ted rolled over onto his back, pulling his mother on top without losing contact. She immediately began rotating her hips in a rapid circular motion, sort of bouncing on the impaling shaft. Ted gripped her tits tightly from the sides. "Fuck her cunt," he said.
"Yes, fuck my cunt, too!" she cried, reaching down with one hand to rub the gushing juice all around her folds. Thinking this one of the most lascivious sights he'd ever seen, Bob's cock swelled another inch or so. He knelt between Ted's legs, which were quite widely spread between his mother's which stuck almost straight out. Fran's quim was spread, dripping, the blonde fluff stuck down on either side of the salivating gee-gaw. But it was a gee-gaw with hot throbbing depths and rich folds. Bob touched the head of his cock to it and felt it emit heat. There could be nothing more dizzying than introducing your cock to a slobbering, hot, moist pussy, one you'd fantasized about but had never expected to fuck, one now right before you primed just so.
As if he was taking too damn much time about it, Fran grasped Bob's buttocks with both hands and pulled him into her, his prick churning her channel with a sucking noise as it impaled her and was engulfed in her dank depths, then began plundering her in unison with the first.
"Oh! Yes! Yes!" Fran gurgled, feeling her pussy pulsing on the one ramrodding shaft while her rectum gripped the other which probed her bowels from beneath, savoring both huge cruelly penetrating shafts as her body undulated smoothly between them.
Ellen and Vivian gaped at each other with some horror-if forced to recognize Fran by the twisted, ecstatic expression on her face, they would have failed-but with more envy: Why had their men never done this to either of them?
"Ohhhh!" she moaned, the pleasure in her voice undeniable.
Ellen could take it no longer. She crawled over to where Vivian stood and shouldered in between her knees. Vivian flinched in surprise when the alien lips began nibbling at the ragged edges of her pussy, but she didn't even look down. She merely canted her hips as she spread her knees a bit, and placed her hand on Ellen's head, her gaze all the while riveted on the sight before her: her boyfriend pounded into her mother's cunt, the pink edges drawing back with each outstroke, the cunt-wet cock then folding the glimmering lips in again as he rammed his prick into her belly, and she saw her brother violating her mother's asshole, grinning demoniacally with each long murderous stroke as he rammed splittingly between her buttocks. Had she, Vivian, brought all this on? A primitive life force given total vent here in this room?
The twin-fucked Fran's cries reached a new decibel level. Letting herself go, overindulged in cock, she howled and bucked and fucked back at each of the pounding penises. With each driving digging stroke, she counterpunched, taking everything they had. "Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah..." she chanted in step with the buildup inside her belly toward explosion, the climb inside her at a faster pace than the duo thrusting at her loins. All three groaned and panted and gasped a rendition of total oblivion to life or persons outside their triangle.
"I'm cumming ... ah, oh fuck, you're good!" Bob cried as he slobbered on her breasts, chewing her nipples as he fired a load of hot sperm into her steaming twat, his prick gripped by Fran's flailing, pulsating pussy as she reached her climax.
"Ohhhh! Ooh! I'm cumming! I'M CUM-MING! Oooh! ... My ass, my cunt! Oh! OHHHH! God!"
Vivian felt Ellen's tongue probe more deeply into her own pussy as she caught her clitoris in a sucking bite when Ted began to cum on the floor... and Fran was deliriously conscious of the spurting cock as the first molten burst of seminal fluid flooded her rectum, the quaking cock swelling as it fired salvo on salvo into her passage as her son again grabbed her slobbered-on tits and squeezed to hold her while he gave his best.
The three lay in a sticky wet oozing heap, breathing heavily as their heartbeats settled, hardly listening to the whispers of the girls.
"So, you do have lesbian tendencies."
"Not really, but I want to eat your pussy until you cum in my mouth."
Vivian lay on the floor. Ellen kissed her full on the mouth. Tasting herself on Ellen's lips, Vivian remembered how Ellen had tasted. "Shall we eat each other?"
At first, when Ted caught the movements of the girls out of the corner of his eye, he couldn't tell who was on whom, since, hair flying and grunting through their noses, they were a tangle of arms and legs. He began to try to wiggle out from beneath the pile of bodies atop him, and by then he had figured out that it was his wife who was on his sister. She had Vivian's doubled-back legs pinioned under her arms, Vivian's orange-crested snatch spread wide with her thumbs, and she gobbled lasciviously at the pink-red delicacies at its center, slurping noisily as she lapped up every drop of fluid that poured from Vivian's cunt. While Vivian had her arms around Ellen's hips, hanging on tightly, since Ellen's hips were high in the air and waggling, her knees two feet apart on the rug and her back flopping in involuntary humping motions as Vivian ate feverishly at Ellen, her jaws parted wide to cover her whole snatch, nose smack against her anus.
Ellen kept inching her knees back, seeming to want a firmer bite on Vivian's sopping snatch, and her breasts' ends rubbed back and forth on the carpet, her pendulous tits parted by Vivian's slender waist, as she inched along. Vivian clung to Ellen's hips for dear life, her face positively buried in the girl's crotch: they slowly inched across the mattress.
Now, it was Ted and Fran and Bob who looked back and forth aghast: this was lust as raw as any they'd ever felt or seen. All three moved closer, the better to see.
Both maddened girls murmured lustily and gurgled deep in their throats, their tongues trying to touch each other at the quick of their beings, each assaying to obtain the perfect impossible response from the center of the other and, from appearances, succeeding. Ellen alternately probed Vivian's passion pit, licking her cuntmouth clean with an unbelievably out-stretched tongue, then backed off to suck slurpingly at her puffed labia and clitoris; while Vivian hung onto Ellen's hips and engulfed her quim in a long sucking bite, never letting up.
Ellen, the soft underside of her tongue swishing over Vivian's clitoris, flicked her vaginal folds with the breadth of her tongue, her hands bearing down on the backs of Vivian's legs as if to split her in two. Vivian's body convulsed. Jerking spasmodically as her spine went haywire and her pussy began to contract, Vivian threw back her head to belch, "Aiiieegggh!" before clamping her mouth onto Ellen's pulsing pussy with a deep intake of breath and began whipping her head from side to side as if trying to suck her inside out.
Crying, "Ooof! Arghhh! Yeoww!" Ellen whipped her back, tightly held though it was, lifted first one buttock then the other as she rolled from side to side, nipples rubbing on the rug as she seemed to want nothing more than to shake Vivian off. But she spread her legs to their utmost and then reared up, Vivian's head pressed to the floor as she continued to gobble and tear at her sister-in-law's now twitching twat. Ellen's partially reared torso shuddered, her pendulous breasts swinging wildly as she screamed, "That's it! that's it! that's it! I'M... I've ..." and then collapsed, her body sagging visibly as she rolled to the side.
Everyone was speechless for a good three or four minutes: each knew what the others were thinking-that uninhibited lust brings joy to the hearts of men and women-and knew that it wasn't necessary to talk about it.
When she had caught her breath, Ellen said, "Okay, who wants to fuck me in the ass?"
"Who do you want to fuck you in the ass?" Ted asked.
"I don't care," she said, and without further ado she bent over, her tail to them as she spread her asscheeks with her hands to reveal the tight ring of her anus, crying, "Fuck me!"
We leave them like this and make no judgments. If the caveman hadn't created life in the bodies of mothers and sisters after the decimation of the tribe by plague and famine, how could the human race have survived?
Taboos were perhaps made to be broken, especially in the nonconformist present day. Ideas and morals are changing. If no one is hurt and no harm is done, can it be wrong? A refreshing breath of down-to-earth truth is sweeping away former barriers. How else, Fran thought as she watched Bob struggle to insert the knob of his glans into Ellen's rectum, could any of them survive the confusion?