Chapter 1
The last chance for the two women to escape the flood waters that crept closer to the isolated house came at about five P.M.
"We really ought to head for my apartment in Weatherford," said Alice Kellog nervously. "It's on the fourth floor. We'll be safe."
"No," said May Springer. "We'll be safer here. High ground."
The petite blonde, Alice, paced nervously." But we're so far from help ... May, if my son gets through, do you mind if I leave with him?"
"You leave with him," said May. She could never explain to her friend, Alice, that this sturdy house was her bulwark-all she had in the world. If the flood took it, she wanted to go too. Alice had never understood May's peasant, primitive soul. A house, a piece of ground that sustained you, that you were willing to die for.
In fact May Springer enjoyed the danger of the high waters, the rains, the deep feeling of herself against raw nature. It was-well, sexual. The nipples of her full breasts stood out against the thin shirt she wore and tingled. Her cunt, snugged against the tight hold of her cut-off jeans, felt alive, slightly wet, as if the fluids in her body responded to the awesome rushing waters outdoors. She was barefoot, her long, dark hair in strings. If Alice weren't here, she'd tear off her clothes and wallow in the sheets of water that ran on each side of the house, turning her head up to the driving rain and screaming her ecstasy and challenge to the elements.
May's life in Weatherford was dull. This dangerous flood made her feel alive for the first time in months. She'd spent the afternoon outside, saving things from the rising waters and buttressing the retaining wall behind the house. If that wall went Alice fumed and paced. She looked incongruous in the big, dark house with the roar of the fierce rain on the roof and the gut-freezing sound of that rising water on two sides of the place. She wore a dressy, and silken pants suit that hugged her petite figure. The spotless off-white was set off by a gay scarf at her neck. Her pretty face was neatly made up, including earrings of gold, and her soft blonde hair retained the perfect, buttery curls of normal weather. To her, the flood in Weatherford was a frightening outrage.
Don Kellog arrived shortly after five. "Forget the city." he said. "You need a boat down there. I'll bet I'm the last one out."
Alice flew into her son's arms as soon as he took off his slicker.
"Oh, Don, what's going to become of us?" she wailed.
"We'll be safer than down in Weatherford," the young man said. He looked at May over his mother's shoulder and rolled his eyes. They both understood Alice's self-involvement.
Not that you're much better off, thought May. Momma's boy. But she had warm feelings for young Don. He was very handsome, a young blonde god-type and he turned her on. Which she'd always been careful to conceal from Alice. Now May felt a reckless surge of sexuality. Don had better keep out of her way on this long, exciting night ahead of them!
They assessed the situation. Three days of pounding rain had sent the Brighton River on a rampage. This afternoon the earthen Forks Dam had broken. The whole valley was a lake and it was National Guard and Red Cross time.
"But will we be safe here?" wailed Alice again.
"Go upstairs, Alice," said May. "Give us a full report on the water run from all parts of the house."
When Alice fluttered up the stairs, May said: "I want your car and mine against the edge of the retaining wall. Alice won't like it. She thinks we'll be able to drive out of here."
Don whistled gravely. "That bad, huh?"
"Pretty bad." She went up to him and hugged him and gave him a light kiss. In her sexed-up state she couldn't help it. He looked into her excited, dark eyes and some of the flame jumped to his.
"Why, you're getting a kick out of this," he laughed in surprise. His hands lingered on her thin shirt, hot and heavy.
She gave him another squeeze with her hand. "I turn-on to storms. Even dangerous ones." Their eyes locked. It wasn't the first time sex signals had passed between the young man and the voluptuous older woman. May just couldn't help testing Don's priggishness, his closeness to his mother.
Now she ran her hand inside his pants pocket and lightly touched his cock. Don blushed. "The car keys-in the other pocket," he mumbled and got them out. His eyes had a new fire in them and she could see the vein in his throat jump.
She grabbed his hand and they ran out into the torrents of rain like a couple of children, he forgetting his slicker.
"Oh, wow. Oh, Jesus!" he cried as the storm lashed them.
"Aieeee!" she yelled in delight, turning her face up to the rain. Her heart pounded in the excitement of exposure to the elements. Their bodies bumped together and suddenly the strong young man caught her and kissed her.
It was tremendously sexual-the cold pounding rain on her head, back, butt and bare legs, while the hot, young mouth probed her lips and brought her a different, warm liquid. She had to gasp and then opened her mouth for his tongue and they rocked in sudden ecstasy, his hands digging into her rich buttocks, her belly moving against his abdomen.
How many times had she wanted this to happen? How many times had she seen the lust in his blue eyes, hot and hungry, but there was always Alice and the politeness of dull daily living.
"Oh, Jesus, I've always wanted to fuck you!" he cried in her ear, as they rocked together.
Warm flushed ran up and down her body. "We've got a long n-night ahead," she managed. She felt light-headed, giddy, felt inner restraints lifting inside of herself. Tonight anything was possible. They lived in the shadow of death and all the rules were changed.
Then they dashed for the cars and worked them along the wall to extend the safety line and provide stout metal against rising waters.
"Our cars will be ruined!" cried Alice as she met the two dripping figures that returned to the house.
"The cars have to go to save the house," said May bluntly. She dripped water on the rug carelessly. Her shirt was plastered tight to her body and her full breasts with the eager nipples stood out-lined as strongly as if she were naked. "There's insurance."
"Oh, May, you look like a drowned rat," said Alice. She grabbed a blanket from the sofa in front of the fireplace. "Cover yourself before you catch a cold. Old women like us can't take chances."
May noted with amusement that young Don looked disappointed as she settled the blanket on her shoulders. His eyes stayed riveted on her breasts and she took plenty of time to adjust and readjust the blanket before she covered them.
"You, Don, you're a soggy mess. Get right out of those clothes and into a hot shower." His mother fussed at him, pushing him towards the bathroom.
"Hey, hey," protested Don. "I got no other clothes."
"I'll get you a robe from upstairs!" said Alice desperately. "Go to your shower at once."
"Calm down, Alice," said May.
"I thought I saw the two of you hu-hugging when I looked out of the window upstairs," said Alice. "I hope I didn't see that. God, I hope I was wrong." She stood like an angry, pretty judge, legs far apart, blue eyes blazing, blonde curls disarrayed from the vehement tosses of her head in her distress. "Oh, God, this is terrible. The TV's gone because your antenna broke and we can't get news. Your only radio works on batteries and they're almost dead. The world's coming to an end and I thought I saw-I saw-"
"Go get your shower, Don," said May evenly. "Alice go upstairs for the robe. You'll also find that the radio works better up there."
Not much point in hearing the news. "Rising flood waters" was the only message tonight. The telephone was already out and so was the electricity. Their only amenities were candles for light and a fire in the fireplace for warmth.
After Don retired to the bathroom, Alice glared at May who looked back at her evenly. Alice didn't trust herself to speak-she'd seen that hot kiss and groping all right and was shocked right down to her bones that her best friend would make a pass at her son. Then Alice flounced up the stairs, reassured by the rushing sound of the shower that she could hear above the low monotony of the pounding rain. May wanted to break something in frustration. She was sexed up, hungry for the young man's prick. It had been building for years. But always there was Alice and the constraints of society. She knew the young man wanted her, brought alive by the wildness of the elements. But it was still Alice's world, even to the moment that the house swept away and they all drowned, prudish, proper and moral to the very end.
God!
She stalked out to the rear porch to save some of the furniture, give herself something to do. The small bathroom window stared at her.
She felt her heart begin to pound as she rapped on the glass. Be a good trick on Alice if The frosted lower pane shot up and Don's wet face appeared.
"I could use some help in dragging this furniture out of the way," she said.
He stared at her, uncomprehending for a moment. Then his blue eyes dropped to her breasts and he understood. A wild fire appeared in his eyes. "May-"
It was all there. The protected rear porch, the comfortable chaise lounge, the hissing shower inside that would fool Alice. Still it hung in the balance. Don had his hang-ups. His mother hated sex; had ruined his marriage. Had pulled him back to her side, kept him at an insignificant job in a filling station, disparaged his dating. Any other man would've felt May's strong, peasant sex needs and found a way to reach her. Don had too much Alice in him.
May took his head in her hands and kissed him on the mouth. Then she fell back laughing as Don jerked back, slammed open the small window and began to crawl out, naked on the porch.
"Don't lose any skin," she warned him. Once again she was glad her house was an old one with an ordinary window for the bath instead of one of those bar-turn affairs you couldn't get out of.
"May-May-"
"You need me, boy," she whispered. She peeled off her thin shirt. "Oh, God."
She felt a wild exultation as their bodies came together, his, warm and wet from the shower, powerful. Her nipples burned into his flesh, and she felt deep rushes of delight, while he crushed her in a kiss and their tongues slid from mouth to mouth. She felt light-headed, a stranger to herself, a different creature in this world of rain, flood and doom. There were no longer rules of politeness and respectability-only cock and cunt and aching animal hungers against the deaths they would probably die before morning.
May had never felt so sexual in all her life. Always before, there was tomorrow, what people would think, obligations. Now there was the final totality.
Her belly dug against his and she felt his young cock harden against her pants. Then it was gone as he dropped his head for that blessed moment of fire when he sucked her naked nipples.
"Oh, God, you have fantastic breasts," he gasped. "All the time I wanted-wanted-"
She didn't believe she could stand the ecstatic burst of sex feeling that possessed her as he bit and sucked her nipples. Her cunt flowed fiercely against the cut-off jeans and swelled and swelled in excited desire.
"Don ... baby ... you'll muh-make me come," she exulted as she dug her fingers into the sweet, firm flesh of his naked back. She felt a hot core of her womanhood opening up from her knees to her shoulders. Wild rushes of pleasure from her loved breasts made her grunt-"Ahhhhh, Jesus-"
"Oh, those tits, those tits-" he went. His hot tongue traced fire down one soft, full mound, groveled in her cleavage and rode up to the other as she whined in pleasure-distress and had to buck her loins in helpless fuck motions.
When May felt sexed up she could go to orgasm. She wanted the aching, rising pleasure-desire to lift into an explosion worthy of the end of the world. Reluctantly she pulled his head free of her breasts.
While he stood there trembling she slid to her knees, digging her wet, warm tongue into his firm young flesh. Down, down....
"OH, MAY!" She had taken his pulsing cock into her mouth. His prick was long, powerful as befitted her young blonde god. The knob of the sensitive cock-head almost filled her mouth. She pressed it firmly into the arch of the roof of her mouth and bobbed her head. His whole body quivered with the delight sex brought him.
"God, oh, God, May! Ahhhhhh. Alice says dirty-must never ... Ahhh, ohhhh."Hehadto buck his loins as she had had to a moment before.
She loved the taste of meat in her mouth from his prick. The rigidity of it. The smooth skin so free over the stiff muscle. The taste of his pre-seminal fluid flowing from the dark prick hole as a promise of the male explosion to come.
She released his cock-head and allowed him to throb deliciously while she jacked him off, using her warm saliva as lubricant.
"Alice-almost ruined you-her repressions," she told him. Then she pulled him to the chaise lounge and slid on top of him in the 69 position, her mouth to his cock, his mouth to her cunt. She wiggled out of her cut-off jeans and nested her sex tight to his mouth.
"You m-mean-I can suck you?"
"Eat it," she commanded. "Dig your tongue in. Find my clit, Don. Drive me crazy. Ahhhhhhh."
She lay on top of her young lover in complete delight, slowly working her cunt against his eager mouth, feeling deep rushes of growing sex madness-ronic that it took a catastrophe to make her face her own powerful sex needs. All the years, through two husbands and lots of lonely times, she had tried to be dainty and restricted as a woman should. Her ex-husbands had still found her over-sexed. After that, she existed in Alice's polite, cosmetic world, dating men that the blonde attracted and discarded when they got too bold in their approaches. She'd always felt she needed Alice's moral strength to protect her from a disastrous promiscuity that would destroy her. The flood washed away that nonsense. Even Don whose presence had been a test of her will power was no longer a game figure but a rich fulfillment.
She toyed with his cock, teasing him a little, while she felt her inner, true womanhood flower. The rushing flood waters on both sides of the house, the drumming rain, the electric excitement in the air, the feel of the spray in this open, honest and elemental hour thrilled her to the core of her being.
She began to suck him now, gently massaging his full balls with one hand to create still more sex juice. She -rimmed the fluted cock head with her tongue and ate down his shaft with deliberate slowness feeling the increasing pleasure of his cock from his movements and his prick tension. This was one pleasure-crazed boy.
His tongue, his teeth, his mouth whipped her to a higher and higher plane of bitch heat. The core of her being glowed with white-hot joy and aching tension now.
"May, I've dreamed of this so much-wanted you-"
"You're a beautiful boy, driven crazy by your uptight mother, Don. You deserve to be fucked and sucked and loved to madness."
"Uh, ah, oh, it feels so good."
"Eat and enjoy!" She put a demand suck on his prick and heard him gasp and felt the big, powerful body surge up into the approach to a heavenly male sex explosion.
Not yet.
She pulled off his naked warmth to let his cock dry-throb its pleasure for a few moments. Faintly she heard Alice's pounding on the bathroom door and the querulous voice calling.
"May-she'll catch us." The young man still feared his mother.
"Stick your head in the window. She still thinks you're taking a shower.
Don did so, bawling out to Alice that he was still showering. Alice called some question and Don looked at May. May mouthed a word.
"She went to the garage, I think!" Don shouted through the shower towards the closed door in the bathroom.
Safe enough. The priggish Alice wouldn't invade her son's privacy, nor risk the elements to check the garage.
She pulled him back to the chaise lounge and their eyes met in a solemn pact of total sex commitment. This time she slid her voluptuous body under his and spread her legs. Flood or no, Don came down on top of her with an expression that told he'd reached heaven.
"Oh, May, May."
She felt his huge, hungry prick dig at her outer cunt lips and canted upwards to permit him her pink, wet tunnel. His cock slid into her while their eyes locked in the utter joy of the moment. May had never felt such a delicious first penetration into her hot vagina. She felt he broke some swollen, itching, aching membrane and drove his hot male hardness into the center of her being.
"We-can't last long," she told him. She didn't want him to feel inadequate by the rocking explosion that would have to come all too quickly. They were both sexed up, quivering over the abyss of rich fulfillment.
"Fuck, fuck," she said. "Let it all go."
"Ahhh, ohhh, eeee," he went. He rocked his prick into her, dominating and filling every cranny of her cunt and she knew she'd been destined for young men's pricks from the beginning. Older men could not satisfy her powerful, voluptuous body.
Slowly, slowly he eased down on her, their bellies touching, breasts touching, mouths touching.
The first wild ecstasy for her was the thrill of that strong, young cock thrusting hilt deep into her while they kissed madly, hot, sweet saliva bubbling between them, tongues entwined, hearts pounding furiously.
There was a greater heaven to come. She knew it was coming and that it would drive her out of her mind with joy. She reveled in his kisses, dragging out that pleasure, holding him, bucking up to his cock, warming him with her silken sex tunnel, squeezing his cock with hot bitch desire.
He pulled back gasping. "May, your tits, oh, God."
"Oh, Jesus," she groaned, tensing all over as he assaulted her vulnerable nipples. Huge, racking quivers rippled through her body. Before, when he fucked her and kissed her they'd become equals, no longer older woman and young man, but equivalent lovers. Now he was the master at this point, using her sexuality with male-dominating skill. She thumped her loins and keened, twisting under him.
The flood outside, the rain, the rushing water, the feel of being pure, and warm, and secure in this fuck, against the dissolving world, lifted her right up to overpowering ecstasy. She lost her identity in the wonderful rise to her orgasm.
"Ahhhhhh, Don!" she whined as she felt her body lock in the final, impossible yet magnificent tension. "Ahhhhhh, God!"
THROB! Her cunt succumbed and gloved against his cock as she entered her sweet sex death. Throb, throb, throb. Oh, my God, this was the way the world should end, with these gigantic pulsations of pure molten bitch joy. She grunted and whined and keened her exquisite pleasure at this ultimate big orgasm that emptied off every particle of her aching sex tension. She dug her fingers into his naked back and spent furiously and completely for him, letting him know the ultimate wonder of satisfying a rich, highly sexed female. He cried out in his own pleasure at his potency.
Then his eyes, in front of her sweating dazed face went big with wonder, and glazed.
"Oh, May, I-I-SEED YOU! SEED YOUR GUTS!" he cried.
She felt him quiver to extreme pleasure/tension and then break. Spurt! His cock milked into her with powerful stabs of hot jism. Wham, wham, wham. His inner being seemed to turn inside out as he spurted male ecstasy deep into her body, working off luscious explosions of hot, young come into her rich body.
"GOOOOOONE," he wailed. He hugged her tight and laid his maleness deep inside of her.
Then as the pressure began to ease and the flood turned to less exquisite, tapering rushes of come, he laughed in relieved happiness. His fucked woman lay dazed and glowing under him, enjoying her euphoria, while his own guts glowed with a richness that can only come from a perfect fuck.
He stared up into the shocked, white face of his mother.
"DON!, MAY! Oh, God. WHAT ARE YOU DOINGGG!"
Alice Kellog stared down at her son and her best friend in their finished fuck-lock, juices of cock and cunt running between their legs, bodies flaccid with the relief of their sex trip.
May stared up dumbly at Alice, as if she were off in some far country where spoken words meant nothing. The sex had been so good and complete she was beyond caring what Alice thought or said. It wasn't so easy for Don. His mother screamed at him, pounding his naked body with her small fists and crying her distress at this shocking outrage that was twice as horrifying to her as the dark flood waters that roared around the house.
He fled in confusion and shame back into the house. "Oh, Mom, I'm sorry. Sorreeee. It was the flood ... it was ... she made me ... she kissed me."
"It's the end, Don. The living end. We don't deserve to survive. We're going to die tonight. We're all going to die. Your vile sex act ... we're doomed!"
Alice had seen the culmination of the vile act on the porch. Just the sight of it almost drove her crazy. May's powerful, punishing loins thrust up under her son's cock as May jerked and moaned her gross animal pleasure. Then while Alice stood there, too stunned to move or speak, her son responded in kind. His naked buttocks locked, he made crazy sex sounds and she could almost see his secret male essences burst out of his body into the fullness of that succulent, hungry bitch belly.
Coming on top of the terror of the flood, it brought her to the brink of fainting. She felt her head go dizzy, her heart flutter in her ears, and everything move away from her.
Then the fury came, sweeping her back into her attack on Don and May. May seemed too sex-dazed to react. She plodded after them back into the house and slumped into her blanket in front of the fire, refusing to answer Alice's furious attack. She was like someone drunk or on dope. Don fled to the bathroom, dismayed, quivering under the lash of her tongue. He locked himself in while she pounded angrily on the door and demanded that he expose himself to her full tirade.
"You're a degenerate! You're going straight to hell. You'll die in this flood with your mother's curse on your eternal soul. That vicious woman she's crazy-but you-you-you'll never spend another night under my roof, young man. I'll kill myself. I might as well. I've spawned a rotten, sex-mad, pus-filled cretin!"
At last, as first anger dissipated, she fled weeping up the stairs to the second floor, hoping to see from the windows that the rising flood would soon carry them off and end her misery.
Sex. Horrible, sickening sex that had plagued her life and now was finally going to see her to her death!
Yet the actual sight of the rising flood waters cooled her angry emotional jag. On one side of the house she could make out the smooth evil flowing lake that the hillside had become. There was nothing out there but a deadly sheath of water. The other side was even worse, because the water ran like river rapids with a rushing, inevitable sound, a symphony of gurgles and swishes under the broad roar of its power. It came down from higher ground to split around the retaining wall and the house, making an island of May's place. When the water finally topped the retaining wall the house itself would become the river bed and still the water would rise....
Alice shivered against the matter-of-fact reality of their desperate situation. It was one thing to cry out for a dramatic death because of the degenerate act of her son and May. It was another to face the monstrous unemotional power of that water that cared nothing about human morals or the good and bad in people's lives. She gave a low moan of terror and misery....
It was true that she'd never really enjoyed sex. Oh, she'd had orgasms all right. Yet the sex act had always seemed demeaning to her, to let a man stick a part of his body into hers and squirt off warm juices. To use her tender, intimate insides to force her to produce new life for him.
If she had not been so pretty, she might've finally integrated her sensitive romantic soul with her physical body. Men never gave her a chance. Her slim, elegant figure combined with that sexy, lovely face, ethereal and romantic, topped by her luscious swirl of butter-blonde hair, made her a target from the first. It seemed to her that men wanted to use her beauty, absorb it into themselves and leave behind the sodden lump of her personality. They cared only for her curving legs and thighs, her cute behind, her breasts, her spectacular face. They didn't care about her.
At first she evaded and then avoided sex, becoming skillful in holding lovers with mere petting long past their tolerance with other women. Sooner or later they all left her, of course. To her relief. But that was not enough either. And so she married and went through the agony of married sex, fighting off the degeneracy of oral copulation and even once an attempt by her husband to pierce her rectum with his penis. She had one child and fought her husband down to occasional normal sex in the missionary position. He finally left her for his secretary.
Her divorced years were better. She still had her looks and men pursued her, but when they became a problem she could turn them over to her good friend, May. At the same time she worked on May to control May's animal baseness and most of the time succeeded. Between May and her son, now living with her, life was satisfactory, if not exciting.
And now the flood and the ultimate horror of May's animalism in perverting her son. Once again her whole life pattern was upset and once again it was all due to her old enemy-sex.
Could she return to her apartment, living with her son, after what she'd seen him do? Could she still enjoy her friendship with May after what she'd seen? No! Not even if they survived this flood. A lifelong anger at her lot seized her, so powerful it made her tremble. Her son and her best friend had-fucked!-right under her nose. They would do it again, if the flood let them. Dammit, no, no, no.
She went downstairs. May slept under a blanket on the sofa, a satisfied pig, her guts filled with male semen. Soon she'd awake and seek more dirty sex against the terrors of the night, possibly to die in degenerate debauchery. Possibly impregnated with her own son's juices!
Don sat hunched in a chair, avoiding her look. Her handsome son, taken away from her by this vicious woman! She swept past him into the kitchen. She found a carving knife. Heart thudding in her chest she went back to the sofa and stood above the sleeping May.
"I'm not going to let May get by with it!" she shouted in breaking anger. "She'll try it again!"
She jerked back the blanket, exposing May's breasts and lifted the knife that glittered in the firelight.
She hesitated just a second. That was long enough for Don to cry out in horror and jump on her behind, aborting the downward swing of the knife. At that it grazed his leg and he howled in shock and anger.
"Mom, for Christ's sake!"
May slept on in unconcerned languor, unaware....
Don lifted her from the floor as he jerked the knife away from her. She was gone into hysteria, shouting and sobbing senseless things about "pigs", "sex", and her life "destroyed".
Still filled with guilt and now further upset by her murderous outburst, Don did his own brand of wild shouting as he carried the struggling woman upstairs and flung her on the bed.
"NOW YOU WANT TO RAPE ME. YOU'RE OWN MOTHER!" she screamed and subsided into sobs a silken, gleaming creature reduced to tears of angry passion.
He really let her have it then, lashing her verbally. "You're totally screwed up on the subject of sex, Alice. You ruined my marriage with Joanie, telling me she was oversexed, telling me she had perverted ideas, telling me that if I didn't satisfy her lusts she'd run to other men."
"She did! She did!"
"Only because I listened to you. Only because I listened to your crap about the evils of sex all my life. Actually I like sex, even after all you pumped into me."
"Your father's alley cat habits. Fuck, fuck, fuck. That's all men think about," she moaned, still twisting in her anger.
"Well, listen to me, Mom. If we get out of this flood mess, I'm going on my own way. I'm sick of your mothering me. People call me "Momma's boy."
"May did this. May turned you against me. I won't let her do it!"
"I'll tell you something, you blonde bitch. Yes, that's what you are! I've been attracted to May for a long, long time. And she likes me. You've tried to kill the healthy thing in her, too, but it won't work any more. So she's forty and I'm twenty-one. If I want to make love to her, I will."
"I'll kill her!"
Mother and son glared at each other. Usually in one of these battles Don backed down. But now the young man had a luminous glitter in his eyes that reminded her of her ex-husband when he was pushed too far.
"Not tonight, you won't kill her!" Don began to rummage in May's bureau.
"You can't stop me!" Then, genuinely frightened of him now-"What are you doing?"
"This!"
He was on top of her, on the bed. He had two of May's knit scarves. While she struggled helpless against his strength, in humiliation and fear, he tied her wrists to the bed so that she was pinned there. She could kick her legs and twist but with her arms bound above her head she was a prisoner on the bed.
"Oh, you bastard! You've tied me up so you can go downstairs and fuck your old woman lover!" she wept.
"That's all you think about, Alice. Sex, sex, sex."
"Go ahead, Don. Do her. And then do me. I can't protect myself. I'm sorry you were ever born. You're not my son! The sight of you sickens me."
Don got a strange expression on his face. "Yes, I am a degenerate. There you are, helpless on the bed. And me with a wild appetite. You're pretty sexy, Alice, you know that? Always dressed just so, hair just so, makeup just right. And you can't call the cops on me tonight."
He sat on the bed and squeezed her shapely thigh. "Rich girl-meat, Alice. A helluva package."
Alice thought she would die as her son felt up her thigh.
"Don, dammit now, stop!"
He put his hand on her flat belly, grinning. "I know your secret, Alice. Dear mother. You wear sexy satin panties that no man ever sees. Always dressed for the sex that never comes, huh? Well, your degenerate son can change that."
His hand went down to her pelvic shelf. It found her cunt.
"Don, for God's sake." She twisted away, horrified. He laughed and pinioned her with one arm. With his other hand he boldly rubbed her cunt.
"Yes, Mom, I've fought it all these years. Listened to you. Tried to suppress my evil nature. But lust will out, won't it?" Strong fingers forced her cunt lips through her pants and panties and rode into her tender, pink tissues.
"Oh, oh, De-Don!" she gasped.
"So you've got a cunt. And a clitoris, too. And you're jealous that May had all the fun. Well, the least I can do is jack you off, Alice, so you can have a few kicks."
She fought and twisted and yelled at him as he took down her pants, but it was no use. This son of hers had gone crazy. Deep, luscious sex thrills ran up her belly, scaring her even as they felt good.
"Oh, now, Don, I can't have this," she begged, hysteria gone now. He had her pants way down and his hand was hot on her belly and cunt while his longest finger drove her satin panties inside and he stroked several inches inside her tunnel. She began to make cunt honey for him, warm oils to wet his finger and her panties.
"Feels great. You've got a tight, sexy cunt."
"Don!" she wailed. She had to lift her loins for the good feeling and give unlady-like grunts of pleasure as that maddening finger thrilled her clitoris. "Ah-eh. Oh, no, no."
"Let's see you get it off, dear mother. I'll bet you haven't come in years."
He opened her blouse and then reached under to split loose the catch of her bra. Her naked tits were perfect cones, not the big mammaries of May, but exquisitely shaped with a surprising sensual fullness. The pink nipples looked childlike, innocent, very sexy. And they were hard, very hard.
"Oh. my God," she burst out as he resumed masturbating her. Twist as she could, she couldn't escape those thrilling hands, one palm cupping her nude tits alternately, while a finger of the other hand sneaked under her satin panties to invade her cunt and ride her clit.
"You're one stacked doll," he murmured in surprised pleasure. "I never realized."
"Oh, Don, you must stop. Stop now and I'll never mention it. Never tell a soul," she breathed.
"Sure, Mom. Just come for me. One tiny, honest orgasm so I know you're a human being. After all, none of us may be alive in the morning."
She whimpered. But it was far too late to reestablish her dignity her motherly distance from him. Yet she tried.
"Don-if you per-ohh-persist in this you'll hate me. You'll hate-ahhhh-yourself." Her blue eyes bugged out as she strained up to the maddening rush of sex feeling. Her whole belly was on luscious fire.
"Let's risk it."
It was too late. Sex sweat appeared and she got a hot blush almost to her breasts. Her sensitive nipples sent hot fires of pleasure down to her belly where the hotter fires from her cunt flowed upwards. She was locked into sex, her animal being, so long dormant, aroused. Her eyes glazed; her well-shaped lips parted in her trance.
"Ah, eee, uuuu, it feels-feeeeeeels ahhhhhhhhhh," she panted.
It was no longer possible to resist at all. She lifted her ass from the bed and humped the forcing finger with quivering fuck strokes, pleasing her enthralled sex network of nerves, making huffing sounds, straining and thrilling.
"Ahhhhhh. Ohhhhhh. Ahhhhhhhhh."
Don had a terrific hard-on. He'd done his flip-flop from dutiful proper son to the faked degeneracy only to stop her wounding words. But now he'd discovered how truly sexual his mother was. That long, elegant body had been well taken care of, more like thirty than forty. Her daintiness, her softness, her beauty set his desires on fire and now as he saw her animal need appear he was thrilled to his essence. What a fuck she would be if she weren't his mother.
He bent over and sucked on her nipples.
"Ahhhhh. GOD!"
She writhed under him in moist, taken happiness, legs apart, pelvis driving.
Alice felt as if she fell off a cliff and then soared like a bird. With those deeply sexual flashes from her breasts and her clit singing, she locked her body, brought her legs together and let the blinding lights of sex joy burst behind her closed eyes.
"OHHHHHHHH."
She gave him a long, delicious freeze and then her cunt throbbed powerfully against his finger, two of which distended her swollen vagina. She spent herself in gasping glory, and as Don possessively sucked her tender nipple, he felt her whole body express its joy in release. The soft muscle of her thighs trembled in ecstasy against his lower arm as her cunt went through its quakes of surrender and completion. He exulted with her. God, what a woman. Who'd have thought there was so much sexiness under her prudish exterior. He almost came himself.
Then she fell back panting, eyes half-opened and dazed, her face, her whole body moist and lovely pink. He'd never seen such a beautiful sight. She seemed unable to speak.
Don got up and went to the windows. The flood had reached peak. The water was almost over the retaining wall now. Without those cars, they'd have long ago been washed away. The swift, murderous current was coming for them. Rain still thundered on the roof and the menacing sound of the water rose to a steady, boisterous clamor.
Yet he felt calm, and curiously, unafraid. The sex acts had lifted him outside of himself, made him feel potent, almost immortal. His cock jutted up in a happy, iron hard-on, and the whispered thought that would've shocked him yesterday roared in his mind now.
He went back to the bed, slid out of the rest of his clothes and mounted his mother. He felt only need and burning desire. Naked for the most part, arms tied back, open and luscious, she looked like the greatest whore of all time. He skinned down her sopping satin panties and looked at her cunt. Perky blonde pubic hairs, a small, swollen cunt and sweet juices smeared on her thighs and belly.
There was no doubt that she was still sexed up, higher than before. She moved languorously, undulating her hips. Her beautiful eyes still looked dazed; her orgasm, so rare in her life, had deprived her of her censor, in its sweeping power. She said nothing.
He parted her legs without resistance. He got a hand under her creamy buttocks and canted her loins up. Slowly, savoring each moment, he pressed his cock to her cunt and notched in. His cock head reveled in the extreme heat of her vagina. Her exciting woman's smell rose to his nostrils. He tensed his buttcoks and fucked into her with a slow steady drive that thrilled every inch of his prick.
She murmured to saver her body. He melted down, feeling her warm, moist belly fit nude and tight to his. She had a long torso; he had only to bend his head a little to see that perfect, girlish nipple, smooth as pink velvet, hard as his prick, float up to his mouth. He dabbed it with the tip of his tongue, then licked it, and then engulfed her small, ripe breast in his mouth. Thrilling, heart pounding, he drew back his ass and began to fuck into her with rich, slow strokes.
Alice knew that her son was going to fuck her and her nerves tingled with fire. Her first orgasm had left her feeling very hot and weirdly sexual. She'd never been aroused like this in her life. She felt a twinge of regret, and guessed that this was her punishment for having made such a fuss about abstinence from sex with him for so long.
God, it felt good! It was nothing at all like the other sex she'd had all her life. This was no stranger forcing an alien prick into her body. This was her own loved and loving flesh and blood, hot, sexy, needful.
She fucked back against her son's prick in that same dreamy, savoring mood that he felt. As if this had been due to them, coming to them for a long, long time and the moment was now. Was that why she dressed so well at home, wore satin panties that he sometimes caught a glimpse of?
No matter. Her cunt, her belly, her breasts, her whole body was his to enjoy as he would. She was glad her arms were tied back. She was completely open and available to him for this magnificent fuck. There were no words to describe the delicious, ineffable feeling that rose in her as his prick shoved in and out of her cunt. She was incredibly hot, incredibly alive, concentrated, her every atom glowing in pleasure and yet there was an aching tension crying out for still more pleasure.
Her breasts in his mouth were acutely sensitive, heavenly rushes of joy spreading down from them and through her. She could actually hear his iron cock meat slogging into her soft, creamy passage and the sound filled her with fabulous desire.
"More-faster," she gasped.
"Fuck, fuck, fu--eking you," he panted. "Oh, Alice. Oh, Mom."
They hung at a unique moment in eternity, beautiful bodies rocking together in a wonderheaven of sexual bliss. As if she'd waited all her life to offer her essences, her entire being on the altar of his masculinity. Locking and unlocking. Thrilling and thrilling.
"Oh, Jesus, so great," he murmured.-He kissed her. Soft lips parted for firm, questing lips. Breasts still thrilled by his hard chest. Tongues meshed, and sweet saliva flowed between them in a hot, French kiss.
She felt her whole body open outwards and floated off into a burst of glorious stars and cascades of fire. It took her a moment to realize her cunt had gone into continuous orgasm.
"Oh, Don, fuuuuucked," she grunted and throbbed against his cock.
"Ga, ga, ga," he went, like a baby. Completely out of his mind in joy. That silken, sweet cunt in its snugness worshipped his prick with glove squeezes of feminine happiness and submission, and he felt the roaring fires of desire-pleasure turn white hot in his belly. His whole abdomen glowed with the coming fury of his spend.
She fell back gasping from her orgasm and then tensed again and worked her loins to draw more pleasure from the intense fuck friction. She was lost in all time and space now, one huge, glowing creature of lust, fucking and exploding, quaking, falling and rising again to throb against his cock.
"Oh, God, lovely. Sex, sex. Killing me," she cried happily.
"Muh-making you. Making it. Uh, uh, uh." He was rising now. "Don. Love. Oh, love, love. Oh, oh, oh."
"Keep-keep coming, Mom. I-I-I-" The peak.
He gave a great masculine cry of joy and completion. 'FUUUUCKED!" He stilled in exquisite pleasure. Then his gushes came joyful, leaping relief as he spurted his jism gut deep into her cunt. Spurt, spurt, spurt. "Ohhhhhh, yesssssss," he whined and seeded her with luscious, foaming bursts of come.
"Ahhhh, uhhhhh, ahhhhh." She wanted it all, the hot, virile thick male sperm from deep in his body. He held her ass tightly now to get maximum penetration and delivered it all with shuddering ecstasy.
"Teeeee-take it. Take it!"
"Good. Oh, gooood," she cried and came again at the thrilling gush deep in her body, his cock alive inside of her.
At last orgasms tapered to waves of spent pleasure and a heavenly euphoria descended upon them like a velvet, soft cloud and they rested, still fuck-locked, in glowing splendor.
Only then did Alice hear a strange new sound. It was actually an absence of sound. The rain had stopped. The sound of the rushing flood did not seem as loud. Lying there with her son's cock buried in her, her vagina filled with his jism that leaked out on her thighs; she suddenly knew beyond doubt that they weren't going to die in the flood. She knew it....
Downstairs, May had awakened, made some sandwiches and coffee and sat alone, sipping the hot brew. She wasn't anxious to face Alice, or Don, either. Her body felt a little stiff from the sex activity on the porch, and somehow the sense of the wildness of nature, her own matching wildness, was gone. She instinctively knew that the retaining wall had held and that they were going to survive, and go back to their dull, repressed lives. She felt a sweet sadness.
Don came down the stairs, wearing only his shorts. He looked stunned, stoned, shocked. He walked over to her, stumbling over a kitchen knife that had somehow misplaced itself mysteriously near the fireplace. He came into her arms and began to weep.
Startled, she held his young, warm body and racked her brains. What was wrong? It couldn't be the flood. She sneaked a hand inside his shorts and felt his big, soft cock. For an instant she was shocked too. Then she began to laugh, a throaty, peasant laugh.
"You fucked her! That hard-assed, good-looking piece of mother-tail. Good for you, Don. Good!"....
It was a week before May saw Don again. In that week Weatherford had almost returned to normal. She hadn't seen or heard from Alice Kellog at all. Then one evening Don appeared with insurance papers for her to sign about the loss of the Kellog car, a friend dropping him off.
"Well?" she grinned at him.
'She's gone. Aunt Mabel's in Cincinnati. She says maybe she's going to move there, get a job and stay. She wouldn't let me near her or even look at her cross-eyed. She'd hardly speak to me. And she hates you. Oh, God, I made a mess of things."
She suggested that he stay for dinner and talk it over. Later, naked on the bed, delirious with her joy at her new young lover, May said:
"The flood hurt a lot of people. I'm very sorry for that. For us it was lucky."
"Bad," he groaned. "I committed incest with my mother, drove he off, ruined your friendship with her, filled my life with guilt."
She took hold of his young cock, temporarily soft.
"Believe that if you want. You have Alice's uptight pessimism. Ask me what I think."
"What do you think?"
"I think you dig older women. I think you and I will make love fiercely until you get sick of my hot, bottomless lust, dear Don. By then Alice will be back. You'll both fight and fuss and storm and end up fucking each other crazy. Then oceans of guilt will tear you apart and she'll leave and it'll be my turn again, until that sexy tight-assed mother of yours gets in heat again. Then more of same. Too bad she isn't here now-we could all live happily in my house. Maybe someday we will, with no one the wiser. Beautiful lovers, all."
He had to laugh then. "Maybe the flood wasn't so bad for us. I'm with you. Let's fuck to that."