Chapter 2
Jim and Laura stood on opposite sides of their large bed, and both had their backs to it. Some light came from the bathroom, but most of the illumination came from the full moon. The bedroom lights were out.
Laura removed her dress and brushed her honey-blond hair back from the aristocratic features of her face. Her slip out-lined her sensuous figure as she moved to her closet. Taking off his shirt, Jim glanced quickly back over his shoulder to watch his wife's full ass shift beneath the silk slip. She began to turn from the closet, and he quickly looked away.
Her eyes toward the floor, Laura walked to the bed and sat down on the edge. She drew her stockings from her shapely legs and then stood back up to raise the slip. As he stepped out of his trousers, Jim looked back to watch the slip move up Laura's firm thighs, past her panties and her slender waist, and then past her bra. His cock tented his shorts away from his loins.
Laura went into the bathroom and turned out the light. Undressed, Jim slipped beneath the covers. He stared at the ceiling as Laura returned and got into bed next to him. Her hands moved beneath the covers, and she then dropped her bra and panties onto the floor. Their heads turned, and they looked at one another for a moment. The moonlight spilling through the high windows dimly illuminated them and glimmered in her warm blond hair. If it had been a new moon that night, they would have been in darkness.
Jim rolled over to kiss her, and he moved atop her. Her legs spread, and he inserted his prod into the warmth of her slit. Her hands touched his sides, and his hips began to move as his shaft sank fully into her.
The mansion being built in a U-shape, Jim and Laura's windows looked out on the gardens and swimming pool located in the center area. Concealed by shrubs, their son was staring through the windows.
In his early teens, Ben watched with fascination as his parents moved beneath the covers. He had watched his mother strip to her under wear, and his cock had hardened against his jeans at the ripeness of her body. He had seen his father's prick and had found himself pleased that his own tool was already as large.
Ben's mouth was dry with nervousness. He felt guilty about watching and about having an erection. As he watched the movements of his parent's hips beneath the covers, he lowered his hand. He squeezed at the aching throb of his tool in an effort to ease the sensations. He wished he could see more.
He fought back the desire to open his jeans but finally gave in, and tugged his engorged rod out into the moonlight. As he stared intently through the window, his hand tugged at his shaft. His breathing grew ragged, and his eyelids almost closed as his excitement grew. Inside, his father pushed up onto his hands with a groan, and the covers dropped back to the small of his back. Ben saw his mother's big breasts standing firmly from her chest, and he saw the wide pegs of her dusky tan nipples. His come blasted free.
Ben bit at his lower lip to keep from crying out as he came. The blood was roaring in his ears, and he could not hear his parents' moans as they finished. His thick spunk shot out from his prod, and he dropped back to the grass. The moonlight glistened from the milky globules clinging to the shrubs and grass.
Gaining control of his breathing, Ben remained still for a minute, and then sat up. Jim and Laura were lying side by side, and he was not sure if they were awake or not. He waited for several minutes before moving to wipe his come from the leaves and grass. Putting his cock back into his jeans, he glanced toward another window. It was the window of his sister's room. He was glad that she was out on a date.
Guilt feelings were beginning to gnaw at him as he carefully moved away from his parents' room.
Parked atop a hill with a panoramic view, Ben's sister was kissing a boy she had been going with for several months. A year older than her brother, Phyllis was younger than her date.
He moved closer to her, and she nervously leaned forward to kiss him. His hands moved from her waist to her back, and then back toward her hips. Their breathing was audible, and his tongue moved into her mouth.
Phyllis' eyelids lifted slightly, and she saw that his were shut. His hands cupped her hips, and the edges pressed against the tops of her thighs. She pressed her thighs tightly together. Her face was flushed, and her flesh hot.
"Oh, yeah-h-h," the boy murmured as their lips parted, and he looked into her eyes.
His eyes were glazed, and Phyllis shifted nervously. He ducked his head, and her breath caught as he kissed her neck and ear. One of his hands moved down to the outside of her thigh. She moistened her lips. Her eyes began to close with pleasure as his kisses moved down to the collar of her blouse, but she forced them open. Her expression showed conflicting emotions of desire, fear, and repugnance.
He kissed the base of her throat and the exposed top of her chest. His shoulder brushed against one of her breasts, and his hand continued moving down her thigh. She looked down and saw his prick bulging against his slacks. She swallowed hard in an effort to get hold of herself.
"Te-Teddy," she said tightly. "Teddy, please ... don't," she murmured as his hand pushed her skirt up above her knees. "Don't," she said, and caught his wrist in her hand.
"Huh?" the boy muttered, and looked up. "What's the matter, Phyllis?"
"Please, don't ... do that."
"Why? You don't enjoy it? You didn't say anything last time," he reminded her.
"No. No, I didn't," she nodded with a blush. "But afterwards ... I felt ... guilty."
"You're being silly again," he said with a trace of harshness. "You're turned on too."
"I-" she began, but was unable to argue the point and was unwilling to admit even to herself that it was true.
He pressed his mouth back to hers, and she murmured as his tongue stroked hers. His free hand lifted from her hip and opened the top button of her blouse. His fingers moved under the blouse, and her breath caught as his hand moved between her breast and her bra. She tried to pull back so that she could speak, but he kept kissing her.
His hand cupped the blossoming apple of her tit and forced the cup of her bra down beneath it. Her eyebrows lifted as he caressed her swollen tit and as the inside of his palm moved over her nipple. Her hand tightened around the wrist of his other hand. Neither of them was sure if she were making sure he did not raise her skirt higher, or if her hand was simply tightening with her arousal.
His hand pushed upward, and she lost her hold. He slid it up her joined thighs, and her skirt was forced away from the slender but shapely legs. She shifted as she felt his knee press against hers in an effort to part them. She was having trouble concentrating on any one action, and on not letting herself be swept away by her arousal. Then his hand touched against the crotch of her panties, and she turned her head to the side as she panicked.
"No!" she gasped, and grabbed at his arm in an effort to pull his hand away from her cunny.
"Hell, I can feel how hot and wet you are even through your panties!" he said harshly.
"You'll get off on being fingered," he said in a gentler tone.
"I can't," she said imploringly, and her eyes were moist.
"Why? You afraid I'll tell somebody? Shit! Who else do you know, or ever see? The only reason we met is 'cause our parents know one another," he reminded her angrily, and then suddenly jerked his hand away from her tit.
"Teddy...." she said with a wavering voice as he sat back behind the wheel.
"I thought you just wanted to get to know me better," he said bitterly, "but you're just a prick tease. That's it, isn't it?" he demanded, and turned back toward her to unzip his fly. "Well, here!" he said as he pulled his hard cock out of his pants. "Here it is! Hard 'n' hot. Want t'watch me jerk off?" he asked sarcastically.
"Wh-?" she stammered, and looked down at his tool with a mixture of carnal fascination and horror as he began to stroke his shaft. "Nno, don't," she pleaded.
"Why not?"
"I-I'll do it, Teddy," she said with resignation. "I didn't mean to frustrate you."
She reached over, and her trembling hands grasped his swollen rod. She imitated his motions.
"Harder," he whispered tightly as his head dropped back against the top of the car seat, and she obeyed.
His eyes closed, and she stared with fascination at his cock. Then his breath caught, his body stiffened, and his shaft began to spasm in her hands. She blinked as his come jetted out to spill on the floor. Absently, she wondered what the fluid tasted like.
She sat back against her door and said nothing when he had recovered. He shrugged and drove her home. He was somewhat apologetic and told her he would phone about going out again in a few days. Phyllis could only think about have jerked him off. She felt shame and resentment that she was still frustrated while he was not. Desire and guilt raged against one another within her mind and body.
Her parents and Ben were asleep when she got home. In her bed, she tried not to touch herself, but could not get to sleep due to her arousal. Using that as rationalization, she rolled over onto her stomach and slid her hands down beneath her until her fingers were at her cunt. She pressed her mouth to her pillow as she came and muffled her cry of release.
The next day was overcast. A storm was building, and the air was humid. Laura had slept late. Starting to get dressed, she heard the sound of a car, and she looked out her curtained window. The light touched one large breast, her firm belly, and her wide, golden bush. She saw Karen's car come to a stop outside.
While Phyllis's masturbation had lessened her frustration the night before, it had not freed her of her conflicting emotions. Going to the kitchen, she heard a car door slam, and she looked outside to see Karen getting out. Seeing the youthful face and the adolescent cast of the woman's breasts, Phyllis wondered if this would be someone near enough her age to be a companion she could talk with.
Several hundred feet away from the house, Ben leaned against a tree. He stared at Karen's long, beautiful legs as she moved around the car, and he moistened his lips. His prick had hardened with anticipation.
Karen looked at the house as she moved toward the front door, and she wondered about the mood of steamy repression she felt. She glanced at the sky and dismissed the feeling as being brought on by the weather.
Karen rang the doorbell of the mansion, and a moment later she heard someone moving toward the other side of the door.