Chapter 10
My wife stood thunderstruck on the stairs, her eyes actually bulging and her mouth open. She held her breath, I know, for her breasts weren't moving. Hell I'd tried to soften her up but a woman, at thirty seven, couldn't make a hundred-and-eighty-degree moral change just like that
"I don't believe my eyes," she stammered at last "This sort of thing is going on, right in my own house; It's sickening, that's what it is."
"Relax, honey," I muttered. "I tried to explain. You won't believe this, but it's brought us all together Even Cherry and John haven't had a fight all day."
"That's right I don't believe it," she snapped, turning to glare at me. "Do you mean to say you've been taking part in this ... this sex circus?"
I shrugged. "Sort of."
"Sort of? There's no such thing as 'sort of when it comes to sex. Did you sort of play games with these children, or didn't you?"
"All right," I snapped right back at her, unwilling to lie or apologize my way out of it. "I did, but it was good for me and it would be good for you, Peggy. You and I both know we haven't been making it with any real fire lately. Believe me, I've got a whole new outlook now. Why, you look as desirable to me at this moment as any woman I've ever met-including that pair at the bottom of the stairs."
She sneered. "How charming. My husband is as sexually attracted to me as he is to my daughter and her childish friend."
Donna was on her feet. "Look, Mrs. White, you've got the wrong idea about all this. It's not as bad as it looks."
She was at the bottom of the stairs, a pleading smile on her mouth, and Peggy looked as though she wanted to march down and throttle her. Then, to my amazement, she tried to do just that.
She bolted down the stairs and her hand whipped, slapping Donna smartly across the face. The young girl's head whipped in a mass of dark flying hair and she put her hands to her cheeks. As Peggy wound up to swing again she lashed out and her fist somehow found its way into my wife's stomach. Peggy doubled over and gasped for a moment before she looked up at her young adversary. There was a strange light in her eyes as she stared at Donna.
I raced down the stairs but my two kids were there to intercept me. "Hold it, Dad!" Cherry gasped. "Just hold it a minute. This might be just the thing to purge Mom. You know, to break the ice."
"Or break her jaw," I rasped. "I'm cutting this fight short right now."
"Cherry's right*" John blurted. "See the look on her face? When Donna hit her something snapped. Maybe it was her resistance. You know, some people have funny ways of showing they're ready. Funny things turn them on."
I stared at my son, the psychiatrist. He could talk pretty good for a teenager. I straightened up and they stopped holding me so tightly, but they still held on. The three of us stood on the bottom stair and watched to see if a drama with a happy ending would unfold.
Donna and Peggy were glaring at each other, their lips drawing back from their teeth like a couple of bitches in heat Yes, that was it! They looked as passionate as they did angry. Maybe the kids were right. Maybe something funny like this could turn on Peggy. I'd heard of stranger sex triggers.
The three of us sat down on the steps and continued our vigil. If things got out of hand I was going to step in. It could still be a hell of a fight and I didn't want any blood spilled.
Peggy stepped forward and lashed out again. She caught a handful of black hair and jerked Donna's head forward. She grabbed more hair and held on, swinging Donna's head back and forth as though the girl were a rag doll. She shook and cried out all the while.
"Little bitch, coming into my home and poisoning my family. Wait until I get through with you. There won't be a man on earth who will give you a second look."
She raced on but she was careless or else Donna was faster. It wasn't enough to merely shake Donna by the hair, although the younger girl seemed strangely passive. I got the idea she kind of liked the violence. It was almost like sex in that every second was a new thrill. Painful, sure, but also exciting.
At any rate, Donna abruptly went into action again. She used her free hands to reach up and grab at Peggy. She was right on target and she grasped my wife's breasts, one in each groping hand, and she really held on.
Peggy cried out in pain and shock and she let go of the brunette head of hair. She seemed, helpless as Donna dug into the bodice of the stylish white dress and backed Peggy across the living room. They marched on until Peggy's bottom ran into the back of a sofa and there she cowered, her hands to her face, as though hiding her eyes would make Donna go away.
"I'm moving in," I snapped.
"Wait, Dad," Cherry exclaimed. "See? Mom's not being hurt I think she's changing, turning on."
Donna was still holding onto those wonderful knockers that I knew so well. If she put a mark on them I'd kill the punk. But now Peggy didn't seem to be hurting so much. She still looked on starkly, but it seemed more like fascination than fear. Yes, something funny was happening.
Donna kept her grip, but she moved her hands some and Peggy was looking down at the clawing fingers and then into Donna's face. She could have kneed her, punched her or at least spit in her eye, but she didn't
Peggy stood there, her hips against the couch, her box thrust forward, and she let Donna keep grabbing at her tits. Already the white dress was splitting at the seams under her arms. It was cut too tightly to take any violence for long.
"See, Mrs. White?" Donna was purring, her face close to Peggy's. "We're communicating, aren't we? You can't admit it yet, but you will. You'll love it. You're beginning to like it already."
Peggy shook her head like a robot
"Yes you are."
"Don't be afraid, Mom," John called. We were a real cheering section, we were.
Peggy rolled her eyes at us as Donna worked on. The kid was- massaging the knockers now, not clawing. She was kneading as though they were fresh dough. Incredibly, they were expanding in the same way, rising and fining. Peggy couldn't seem to believe her eyes, either, and-I was willing to bet-she couldn't understand the strange sensations rippling through her body.
Donna moved closer and she no longer worn d about defending herself. I muttered, "Okay, so she's calmed down, but I can't let that kid ..."
"It's all right, Dad," Cherry murmured, awe in her voice.
"She's another woman, for Christ's sake!"
"That's all right. Believe me, it's okay to be AC-DC these days. Almost all the kids at school are. It's part of the same pattern. It doesn't matter who you get your kicks from, as long as you can love them and they can love back."
I licked my lips. "Like you and Donna?"
She smiled knowingly. "Sure, once in a while. You don't think we just study up in my room three nights a week, do you?"
"I had some insanely naive idea that was what you were doing, yes." Cherry shook her head at John. "Grown-ups." He wasn't paying any attention to us. He was watching the arena and the gladiators, who were in reality through fighting. Peggy was making feeble attempts to get the girl off of her, but it was no good.
Now Donna was reaching for the zipper of my wife's V neck and then she pulled it down with a hard jerk. The dress opened all the way to her waist and the filled pink bra cups leaped out like a couple of excited kittens. They were lovely in their excited state, heaving up and down, larger than normal, the nipples trying to burst through the pink.
I blew out my cheeks and made some small sound that Cherry heard. Casually, she draped her arm over my thigh as we sat and her hand dangled between my legs. Gently she flicked a finger and it snapped against my pouch. I began to respond right away, of course. My body was like a knife that had been honed to a fine edge and any little thing could trigger me for sexual action.
John watched the drama in the living room and then he saw Cherry, who was seated between us, giving me some small attention. He pouted until Cherry took his hand and draped it over her leg. His hand hung down in front of her spread crotch-she still had on the slightly soiled but very tight jeans-and we could see the outline of her pussy. He flicked at it once or twice and she jumped a little bit, "That stings," she murmured. "Shhh," I warned, looking back to Peggy and Donna. Donna was peeling the dress over Peggy's shoulders. They looked startlingly white as the dress came down to her waist. For a brief instant Peggy tried to fight back once more, but her arms were trapped in the dress and when Donna dug into those knockers again she surrendered.
Donna leaned forward and the two women looked each other in the eye. "I love you, Mrs. White," she purred.
"You little bitch," Peggy snorted. "I don't know what's happening to me, but if I recover my senses I'm going to throw you out and call your parents."
"Sure you are, Mrs. White," Donna purred like a shrink soothing an upset patient. "We'll talk about that later, when you've gotten your first treatment."
She smiled with a genuine warmth. "But I really do love you and I'm going to make you love me."
The drama continued as Donna took Peggy in her arms and kissed her. I could see the young girl's mouth working and imagined that she had her tongue in action. It was exciting and Cherry's hand was adding to the thrills as she laid it gently over my pouch
Then, still holding the kiss, Donna had the dress down over Peggy's arms and she was working it over her hips. Soon it was at her feet and Donna stepped back to help her out of it altogether. Donna carefully folded it, murmuring things about what a pretty dress it was, before she turned back to my wife.
Peggy looked awfully good in her bra, panties and mules. Nothing else except that tumble of blond hair and that classic profile. Her figure was as good as the kids'. She was heavier, as I said earlier, but the weight had gone to the right places-to her knockers and to her hips to round off those sharp angles.
Donna was hugging her and we could see her fingers working on the bra until she had it open and then she was lifting it away. God, but those were beautiful tits. I was a fool for not making Peggy when we were up in the bedroom, before I brought her down to this mess.
Her breasts were somehow tanned and the nipples were a deep brown, so that her boobs had a vaguely Polynesian look. It was very exciting and I could imagine my wife with a swinging hula skirt and a flower behind her ear.
Donna was kissing Peggy again and her kisses drifted down until they Were on her breasts. My wife kept waving her arms in the air, still going through the vague motions of protecting herself, but Donna merely brushed them aside when they got in her way.
Cherry was beating out a little rhythm on my crotch and I was growing ever harder. She was feeling around on my knob as it pressed against my fly and, on the other side, John was tapping her slit, which was so close as it was pressed into her painted-on jeans.
"Everybody gets his kicks," Cherry giggled. I shushed her. "Don't interrupt." "Right," John agreed. He was having a good time and we could see him all hardened and ready to hump once more. I'd kill myself trying to keep up with that boy.
Donna was sucking on my wife's nipples. It sounds sick as hell to put it that way, but when it was happening it didn't look sick. It was exciting, all right, and I wanted to run down there and fuck one of them on the spot. As she kissed the nipples there were small murmurs of satisfaction from the audience, what was happening was what everybody wanted to happen. Peggy would soon be one of us.
This gave me a glow, for I wanted her included. If she wouldn't play, I would never feel right about playing myself. But she was playing. As Donna sucked on first one distended nipple and then the other, she rested her hands on the black ironed hair of the young girl. Gently, she was almost guiding the face back and forth and presently she was trying to lead the lovemaking, telling Donna what she wanted done next
Donna was responding to my wife's gentle urging? I saw Peggy's lips move and Donna nodded. She dropped her hands to her waist and then she was rolling the pink pants over Peggy's thighs. She kept on rolling and soon she had them down to the middle of her crotch.
It was incredibly exciting seeing that blond bush half in and half out. God, how I wanted to dash in and rip the silken stuff from her body! But Cherry wasn't so dumb. She knew I'd be worked up from watching her mother get seduced by somebody. That was why she'd frozen me by her side by horsing around with my cock and balls while we watched the formal party.
Cherry lurched once in a while when John would get in a particularly telling shot. She was plenty excited and that good old dark stain was reappearing and growing in the center of her jeans' crotch. Yes. she pumped the old fluid in a big hurry when anybody messed with her. John was looking down at her fly, too, and he was giggling.
"Shut up," she hissed at her brother. "You're breaking the mood."
The pants came all the way off as Donna rolled them to Peggy's knees and then helped my wife lift first one leg and then the other to step out of them. They joined the white dress in the corner of the couch. The bra had slipped to the carpet where it lay as a symbol of sex, really. There was something about those empty cups. Like twin holsters from which the owner had drawn his forty-fours for action. Peggy's tits were also out for action.
Except for the sexy furry mules, Peggy was naked. She waited, still murmuring. Donna nodded in response to something and Peggy quickly unbuttoned her blouse. She had it off in a flash and there was nothing underneath it except Donna's naked breasts. They were lovely as her black hair flowed down over their tops. So white after Peggy's bronzed pair, the nipples a fresh young pink. I was puckering up in anticipation.
Peggy didn't mess around. She immediately went to the brunette's hip and slid the zipper. The skirt peeled over her belly and slid down. No pants. Peggy shook her head as she said, loudly enough for us to hear, "Doesn't anybody except me wear anything under her dress anymore?"
Donna laughed lightly, but it was a trembling laugh, for Peggy had taken charge. She was the strong one. They were both hot and ready, but Peggy was calling the turn, on the attack, calling the shots for the younger girl to follow. Good. That was more normal.
Cherry kept fiddling around my fly and before I realized what was going on she was trying to open my zipper. John boy was doing the same thing to her; in fact, he was already stuffing his fingers inside her fly and I could see the blond hairs curling around them.
Cherry was squirming and making small guttural sounds in her throat as she wiggled.
"Sit still," I snapped. "Don't break the mood."
"When I have an orgasm, dear father, anybody else's mood doesn't mean a damned thing to me."
I knew what she meant because I'd be going off if she didn't quit her messing. I wanted to take her by the wrist and remove her hand, but the sensation was too exciting. So I let her open my fly and reach inside.
Peggy was moving right along. She'd gotten Donna's skirt all the way off and then she was kicking off the mules. Donna was leaping out of her own shoes and they faced each other naked. They were like beautiful bookends, one blond and the other brunette.
"Gorgeous," Cherry breathed.
"Out of sight," John agreed.
"Agh!" was my comment, because Cherry had me on the brink of shooting my wad all over her hand.
In the parlor the two women touched each other on the shoulders and then Peggy was issuing another quiet command. Donna nodded eagerly and she dropped to her knees and kissed my wife right in the center of her cunt.