Chapter 11
After calming Carolyn for awhile, petting her and telling her everything would be more than all right, that it would be wonderful for them both, I left her lying in the dim light from the bed lamp and made my way naked into the living room.
The light wasn't much better there, as a concession to Carolyn in the beginning, so I had to move closer to Betty and Charlie, so I could see what they were doing. Evidently they had already fucked a time or two, and now they were stretched full length on the carpet with their faces buried between each other's legs. Sixty-nine, I saw, a thing I hadn't yet been into with either my wife or my new piece of ass, and it looked very interesting.
Betty was underneath, her plump, white thighs spread to their fullest reach, and the boy's face was deeply into the mounding of her sensuously grinding pussy, his hands helping him maintain a balance by gripping her hips. I wondered if he was having any trouble finding my wife's eager clitoris that way, but obviously not; she was squirming and hunching tenderly into his mouth, so I knew his tongue was delving and curling inside her snatch, giving her a feverish joy.
Charlie's small ass was hiked into the air, and he was braced upon his knees; my wife had the fingers of one soft hand coiled around the stem of his hard prick so she could bend it down for the wet and suctioning caresses of her hungry mouth. Her pale throat worked as she used her tongue deftly and tantalizingly upon the boy's swollen glans, and I could see how his lightly feathered sac was swinging against her chin, and watch the sliding movement of his veined prick. The anxious energy had been taken off Charlie's desire, and now he was luxuriating in the fondling of my wife's mouth, while he teased into her steamy pussy with his own. It was good to watch them, to see Betty wriggling in a mounting excitement, and the growing tremors of the boy's young body. They were beautiful together, I thought, and knew that Charlie would be a superb sight with his mother.
I left them surging faster, sucking harder, and went to the cabinet to take down the bottle and treat myself to a large drink. Cocking my head, I listened for some noise in the other bedroom, where Kim Jessup was sleeping, but heard nothing. That trim and tidy portion of this now combined family was still cut off from the rest of us, but I had a hunch that she wouldn't long remain out in the cold. Carolyn might take some convincing, but surely she realized that her daughter couldn't be kept away from our newfound freedom. But I found myself wondering who should do the initial honors, Kim's brother, or me. Charlie's cock was smaller than mine, both in length and heft, but the boy might be over-eager to sample that untried little pussy and come on too strong.
I bought me another snort of good bourbon and felt the warmth of it gathering in my belly, but it was no hotter than the ideas I was getting about Kim's cherry. Behind me, I heard a combined sigh, a hissing of pent-up breath being released as my wife and her young stud reached their simultaneous orgasms, the boy drinking thirstily of Betty's flowing cunt juices, and she siphoning the gush of greasy semen from his jerking cockhead.
But first, there was the matter of getting Charlie together with his shy but wildly aroused mother. The kid would have to wait awhile now, rebuilding his strength after screwing my wife a time or two and having his rod drained into her throat Meanwhile, Carolyn would be anxious, nervously awaiting him in the bedroom. Maybe she would even change her mind, if she was kept on that knife edge of passion too long.
No, I thought; Carolyn was too keyed up, at last admitting her sexual craving for the boy, and she wouldn't back down now.
"Darling," my wife said from the floor, "is Carolyn more settled now?”
I turned with the shot glass in one hand, to see them climbing unsteadily to their feet, and noticed that Charlie's tireless shaft was still at half mast, its head polished and glistening. Light gleamed softly upon the rich nesting of my wife's dampened pubic hairs, so black and curly, and her brown nipples were yet erectile, thrusting out stiffly from the magnificent globes of her ripe breasts. It was good to see her like this, proud in her nakedness and glorying in her ability to gratify any lover, her white flesh passion-warmed by fucking, and I told her so.
"Thank you, dear," she murmured, coming against me and lifting her humid mouth for my loss. My tongue found the special heat there, the slowly subsiding flames that seem to rise only when a woman has been eating a hard prick. Her rigid nipples pressed themselves into my chest, and Betty rubbed her steamy cunt into my crotch, where my cock was hanging loose.
I said, “You’ll always be a favorite piece of ass, baby. I feel closer to you now than ever before.”
And she answered, "I know; ifs the same with me. About Carolyn—”
"She's ready for Charlie now, waiting to take him on. So let's you and I save it, darling.”
The kid bounced over to us, his eyes shining. "What did you say? Mom wants to make it with me?”
"Take it easy for a minute," I said. "You want to make your first fuck with her a memorable one. But yes, your mother is ready to have you screw her, son. Be gentle and calm about it, though; she's still nervous and shy, so take your time.”
"Oh wow," he muttered, "just thinking of her there, all naked and hot—look how my prick is swelling up again. Man, you don't know how long I've been thinking about getting into my mom's secret pussy; ever since I could raise a hard, just about. I used to lie in my room at night, and hope that my old man would get it up and screw her, so I could listen to the noises and make believe it was me in between those long, beautiful legs. And I used to wonder why he didn't fuck her more often; it made me figure there might be something wrong with me, because I knew damned well I'd be putting the meat to her every day and all night long, in his place.”
We were standing close together, and my wife rubbed her plush thigh against his leg. "You poor kid, suffering so long.”
He caressed his reawakened cock. "And then it was you, Betty. I mean, you're all different from my mom, but somehow you were the same. I mean, getting to screw you didn't seem quite as impossible as making it with Mother. When you let me, you made it all so great, teaching me everything, showing me how to fuck, and now I'm not scared I won't know anything. It's like you've been a substitute mother to me, my teacher and my girl and my wife, so right now I'm sure I can give my real mom a good screwing and make her happy.”
Betty kissed his cheek and dropped her soft hand to cover his, as the boy squeezed his stiff meat. "I'm certain you can, darling. Just put this beautiful young prick into your mom's hot pussy, and she'll go crazy on it. I'm very glad I could help you, Charlie—and happy that I was your first lay. Now go on in there and fuck her.”
I started to follow the kid when he walked hesitantly down the hallway toward the bedroom, but my wife caught my hand and held me back. "Give them a little while to get comfortable with each other, Bach. It shouldn't take long. I know that if he was my own son, I'd be so damned excited I would be wetting the sheet. Now that you and I have opened up, I wish we did have kids of our own—a beautiful, horny boy for me to screw, and a lovely little daughter for you to get into. Wouldn't that be wonderful?”
"Marvelous," I agreed, "but Charlie is a perfect substitute for you, and for me—”
"Yes," she said, "sweet little Kim. Has Carolyn agreed to that?”
"Not yet," I answered, "but she will; she'll have to. The girl is no dummy, and will soon find out what we're all doing. I wondered if her brother should have the first shot at her cherry, since Charlie's prick is so much smaller than mine, but I've decided to fuck her myself.”
"Good," my wife purred, pressing her resilient body against me again, "you deserve the chance to teach Kim about sex, as I showed Charlie, and maybe her mother and I can help you, if you need it”
I kissed her and fondled her heavy tits, then said, "Let's sneak into the bedroom now, and see how they're making out.”
We eased down the hallway and found that Charlie had left the door open; the bed lamp was still on, too. They were on the bed, the boy's mostly tanned body looking small beside his mother's long, sleek shape. Their mouths were locked together, and he had one hand on a tit, the other burrowed into the thick, shaggy hair of his mother's bronze pussy, Charlie's distended cock was pressed across one of her burnished thighs, and he was slowly pumping it.
Betty's hand squeezed down upon mine as she whispered, "Oh, good; they haven't started to fuck yet, but they're oblivious to the rest of the world.”
We moved together, closing on the bed, then kneeling nearby so we could observe and digest every minute detail of the engrossing scene before us. Carolyn and her son were truly wrapped into each other, panting and squirming, and it should be only a matter of a few hectic moments before the boy probed his stiff prick into that lovely cunt that had always been forbidden to him, before the woman felt the loving hardness of that cock heretofore taboo for her. It was a historical moment for both of them, and for us watching.
Carolyn's hands were Muttering over her son's bade, touching lightly upon his ass, then scampering back up his spine to fondle the nape of his neck. I knew that their tongues were curling and reaching, tasting each other, tingling electrically over inner cheeks as their teeth clashed. They were giving themselves up to new discovery, to flaming adoration, as the soft embers of child-parental love was fanned into carnal desire.
The woman turned upon her side then, bringing one supple leg up and across the boy's body to draw him closer to the welcoming thatch of her opulent pubic hair. Charlie hunched, and his swollen shaft slipped between his mother's alluringly slim thighs to lie along the mysterious length of her fur-hidden labia.
"She's going to guide it inside for him," Betty hissed hotly in my ear, her hand toying with my slowly rising cock.
I stared at Carolyn's hand as she used it to touch her son's hard prick for the first time, and saw it flinch back, then reach again for the throbbing meat. Now she clung to it, playing her fingers along the underside of the shaft and up to caress part of the dilated head. The woman's polished ass was twitching, and I could make out goose pimples upon her white skin as she prepared to insert her boy's glans into her feverishly aching vulva.
"In just a few seconds," I breathed softly, "Charlie Jessup is going to be a mother fucker.”
"Good for him," Betty whispered back, "and for her, too.”
Carolyn pressed the boy's knob upward into her grassy snatch, pushing it deeply into the guarding carpet of pubic hair, and Charlie spasmed as he felt blunt tip of his leaking bulb being snugged into the wetly adoring lips of his mother's enchanted pussy. His cockhead poised against the slippery labia for a long, breathless moment, then surged between them, and I saw the length of the kid's iron hard cock slide up into her cunt. As his meat penetrated her vagina, Carolyn Jessup's body went taut as a piano wire, and a gasp broke from the mouth she still bad jammed against his. Then she rolled that delectable, sculptured ass and brought her padded crotch down hungrily against Charlie's, forcing the boy's prick deeply into her inflamed pussy, jamming it home as far as it could reach.
Tearing her lips from his, she hissed: There! It's in me, Charlie! At last, at last, my darling boy's sweet little cock is inside my hot pussy, and it feels so good there, so good!”
The kid was panting, too. "Oh Mom, Mom—my beautiful mother. I'm really here between your legs, and I really have my hard prick stuck inside your cunt, buried to the balls in your wonderful, juicy cunt. Oh—ahh—you're so hot and slippery in there, Mom. You have such a narrow, tight pussy—and ifs all slidy, all tingly. Ahh, Mother—Mom, Mom—how I love you. And I'm really, really fucking you; I'm fucking my sweet mother's beautiful, hot pussy!”
“Yes, oh yes," Carolyn moaned. “Push it back and forth, Son. Slide that lovely stiff prick in and out of your mom's cunt—yes, Charlie darling, just like that, Ooohh! It's so hard, so very hard—”
Churning her fiery snatch over her boy's thrusting shaft, Carolyn clutched his squirming body close, flattening her firm tits into him, one hand clenching the lad's hair, the other grasping a cheek of his grinding ass as he fed his eager meat into her body.
"Fuck me, Mom!" Charlie panted. "Fuck me like a man, screw me like you used to do Dad, only better-hump your slick belly to me, Mother darling—fuck me the same way you do Rich, and I’ll put the meat to you the same as I do to Betty—ahh, good, good—ahh, your pussy is dragging on my prick. Yes, yes, my mom's tight cunt is sucking on my prick, pulling me deeper all the time, rolling and shaking, and oh wow—wow! You ass is moving in my hands—uh-uh-UHHH!”
The lad was so damned hot that he couldn't contain himself; it wasn't possible for him to hold back, to last very long, even though he was just a few minutes from being sucked off by my wife, and before that, he had pumped that identical, tireless shaft into Betty. But he was living out his wildest dream, rutting and jamming his boyish cock into the pussy he worshipped, the juicy slit that he had craved for aching, lustful years. It was all coming true for Charlie Jessup, and he bombed his load of sizzling come into his mother's silken, clasping vagina as if it was his first piece. Maybe, in a way, it was.
I saw the stem of his cock trying to corkscrew its way still deeper up into that seething cunt, and watched his leaping testicles as they contracted. The boy was really spurting his semen into that best of all cunts to him, flooding it with the bubbling liquids of his frenzied love, returning life cells into the searing channel that had given him birth.
And Carolyn? I glanced away from her blurring, wheeling ass and looked into her face. She had her lower lip caught between sharp white teeth and her eyes were closed, but there was such an expression of intense ecstasy upon her face that it was radiant. For she also was climbing a special pinnacle, becoming all things to her son, being bitch and whore and lover and adoring mommy, being Charlie's young mistress and his mature wife, all the fire of her being concentrated upon the perfection of her femininity, her vagina so filled with the hot ejaculation and penetrated by the male-child's prick.
Behind his head, he nuzzled into the valley of her breasts, whispering, "Mommy, Mommy—”
And she whispered in return, "Oh, I know—I know.”
Only when their bodies stilled and they grew quiet, was I conscious of my wife's hand moving up and down my own rigid cock. Betty was shaking, and her breath was rasping in her throat, she wanted it so badly, needed the hard meat in her envious pussy so much, so without preliminaries, I rolled her over onto her back and crawled between her soft, ripe thighs, my eager glans reaching into the familiar curling of her ebony pubic hair to find the steamy opening of her soft labia.
My bulging cockhead slid into my wife's mellow pussy, and the velvet sheathing gulped at it, tugged it deep until it was settled against the spongy cup of her womb. She was still liquid inside from the creamy deposits left there by the boy who had fucked her before mounting his mother upon the bed. Oyster-like and clinging, his juices made it better for me, and I stroked powerfully into Betty's receptive snatch, pumping the meat to her while she kept staring at the couple interlocked above us.
As we fucked, moving together as we had so often done before, yet with a new and exotic titillation stirring through our organs, I became aware that Carolyn had rolled her head upon the pillow, and was not looking down at us. Charlie's face was snuggled into his mother's tits, and his prick was sunken to the balls within her hairy snatch, but Carolyn was interested.
I realized that this was her first tune to watch people screwing, that she had never seen her husband ball her in a mirror, and had some hint of how much the sight was turning her on when she began to lick at her lips, and warm lights glowed in her eyes. Smiling up at her, I kept thrusting into my wife's juicy cunt, and Betty squirmed delightedly upon every probe, rocking her plush ass and hiking her furry pelvis in lascivious timing with each stroke. She was good; she was tempestuous, a scorching suction building deep within the well-trained sleeve of her splendid cunt, and maybe Betty was showing off a little for her friend, demonstrating what a passionate fuck she was, too.
Flipping her ass, she wrung her vagina around my pistoning shaft and braced her feet against the carpet so she could lift me in the seesawing of her torrid crotch. I hung on, driven by my own pressures, by what I had just witnessed, a boy screwing his mom close by. Betty plunged and heaved beneath me like a bucking horse, sun fishing and slamming, and our fucking turned frenzied, savage, my prick sledging into her attacking pussy. She came before I did, crying out and clawing at the cheeks of my ass; then I fountained a spattering of milky juice into her rippling snatch, and as we sighed in completion, I heard an echo in Carolyn's sigh.