Chapter 12

Judy called out to Mike, "Hey, guy, what about you two getting over here? I've already worn out Steve!"

"The hell you have!" the sandy -haired man protested. "I'm just getting started. Have to rest a bit, though. Of course, if you want to force me on that lovely creature so avidly fondling Mike's balls...."

Neither Mike nor Kristine missed the reference to "Mike" rather than "Fred". That seemed to make the atmosphere a bit easier, more comfortable for all of them. Mike could be himself without having to worry about dropping the facade of being seventeen.

"Bitch, bitch, bitch, that's all you people seem to do!" Mike retorted.

"So make us happy and get over here!" Judy was hot now and seemed to be coming to grips with the duality between husband and son.

Mike could only oblige her request. He crawled over to her on hands and knees to kiss her fully on the lips. Judy instantly responded. When Mike felt Kris' wet mouth on his balls and penis again, his kiss became more passionate. Gloriously erotic sensations smashed into his body from his crotch as well as his mouth. The battering rams of lust collided somewhere in the middle of his stomach and really got him hot again.

Steve complained, "I'm not going to be left out of this!" He came over to Kris. She was lying on her back in order to lift her head between Mike's legs to suck his balls. Steve quickly slid his arms under Kris' legs and hoisted her pussy to his mouth. His tongue slithered out and into her still flowing gash.

The foursome was hooked together again, this time by their mouths. Mike's tongue shoved forward and down until he forced ingress into his wife's oral cavity. Their tongues began to perform oral acrobatics. The two pink slabs began to spiral around each other, caress and slip back and forth. Judy's breathing became tortured as her passions, never quite sated, began to rise again.

She hadn't realized how much it meant to her knowing Mike was the one fucking her. What was the difference if he was in Fred's body or not? Wasn't it her husband's brain behind that body? And wasn't she turned on by the things he did, not the way he looked? Judy was fighting her own battle and winning.

Judy Montague was coming around to the realization that Mike was Mike, no matter what earthly body he wore.

But she still needed the crutch of an older man to keep her on beam. Steve seemed to provide just that pillar she needed. And if they could get Kristine to join them on any sort of regular basis, that would be great!

Judy really got off on the tall brunette. In some fashion she didn't quite understand, Kris remind ed her of a younger self. It was as if Judy could look into the past and see herself in the lovely teenager.

When Mike and Kris were together, she could imagine that it was her with a younger Mike.

Mike's mouth aroused her, made her water even more in the crotch. Judy mumbled, "Fuck me, Mike. I want you to fuck me like you used to!"

Mike smiled. He could tell by her tone, the look on her lovely face, that Judy was resolving her problems. His scheme had worked. But how could he disengage from Kris tonguing his balls?

Mike called out, "Steve, take this vixen off my hands for a couple minutes, will you?"

"Off your hands, did you say? Hah!" was the other man's reply.

"What was that, Steve?" demanded Kris. "I'll show you!" She made a quick motion which placed her astraddle Steve's body. His cock had regained a bit of its strength and was beginning to rise up, like a phoenix from its ashes. Kris wasted no time in stuffing it into her cunt.

As Steve stiffened even more with his lust for the tall, sexy girl, his cock sprang firmly erect inside her pussy. Kris moaned when Steve regained his full length, then began to sensuously twist her hips. This made Steve moan in return.

The rotary action around his cock made him feel as if his balls would ,be ripped off his body, but in the most seductive way possible! He loved the feelings Kris launched in his loins as she began to fuck herself on his cock. He reached up and took firm grips on both of her pendulous boobs. The girl sighed as he began to rotate the jugs as she fucked faster and faster on his prick.

Kris' cunt juices began to oil their genitals to the point that their mutual actions caused a loud smucking noise that filled the air. Soon, both Kris and Steve were engaged in a full power, all out fucking.

Judy and Mike watched for a second, then Judy quietly said, "I think they're getting off on each other."

"Or will soon!" Mike added, as he started to fondle his wife's tits. They were smaller than Kris', but Judy was a smaller woman. Just as sexy, just as much a turn-on for him, but more petite.

"Oh, Mike, fuck me!" she repeated. "Like you used to!"

"Think you can stand being fucked by your own kid?" He had to see what her reaction would be.

It pleased him when she smiled. She was coming to the resolution of her hang-ups. "I don't care if you look like the Hunchback of Notre Dame. You're my husband, and I want you to fuck me!" When she said that, Judy said it with such feeling and force that Mike knew that she had decided in his favor. He needn't worry about being in his son's body. She'd accept him as Mike, her husband, not Fred, her son.

Mike told her firmly, "If I'm going to fuck you-like I used to-then get up on your hands and knees! I want your ass, love of mine, I want to screw that lovely ass like I've never fucked it before!"

Judy quivered with excitement as she leaped to obey. Her perky rear end was stuck up in the air, right tinder Mike's nose. He couldn't miss that invitation if he tried.

He was up and prodding gently at Judy's asshole in an instant. His cock was still damp from Kris' saliva and didn't need any further lube job. When Mike touched the tiny anal sphincter, Judy's entire body began to shake as if she had some form of erotic palsy. He knew that she was anticipating his entry up her ass.

Mike had considered having her suck on his cock a bit first, but when he saw her great need for his prick in other bodily orifices, he didn't have the heart to deprive her.

Mike inexorably pushed forward until the tiny anus let him inside the tight passage. The man's prick throbbed with excitement as he felt the heat boiling out of Judy's interior. This was the way he liked it, hot and tight!

And it was the way Judy loved it, too. She delighted in the feel of Mike's huge cock filling her bowels. She was wracked with constant shuddery feelings as the seven inches of pleasure surged up her rectum.

As her husband began to fuck her rear end, Judy Montague knew that everything was as it should be. Her body was warmed by the buttfucking, she was content-and she had finally come to realize .that there was more to a person than just the body.

The brain was what counted. And Mike's brain, even in her son's body, was what mattered the most to her. He knew how to fuck her, make her the most happy woman in the world. He loved her and that was what counted. With the support of Steve and the lovely, svelte Kristine, Judy knew that she'd be okay.

She gasped as Mike began really fucking her ass, just as he had done in the old days before the accident. The feel of his cock was real, the sensations only he was capable of producing in her body were real. These were things that mattered.

Judy and Mike both gasped in unison as he buried his full seven inches all the way up her rectum.

All was as it should be in the Montague household.