Chapter 3
"That's the way. That's the way, baby"
"Ooooooo. Ohhhhhh. Fuck me. Fuck me harder. Shove it up my twat. Make me feel it, darling."
Kathy came out of her half daze hearing the tape recorder still churning out the awful, perverted words of her husband and Glenda Pearsons. They sounded like they were still fucking and she wondered how they could continue going like that so long. They were nothing but animals. she told herself.
Barnett had gotten off the couch and was watching her, his hand playing with his half soft cock, trying to get it harder.
Kathy stared at his hand for a few minutes. She was fascinated by the way he moved the loose skin up and down the shaft until she realized what he was trying to do. He was working up another hard on. And this time, she knew, he'd want to ram it up her tender twat. Momentarily Kathy experienced a pang of desire. Reaching out with her hand as she sat up, Kathy turned the tape recorder off. "Get out of here," she said harshly.
"Aw, come on, baby..." Barnett moved toward her and Kathy hastily got up from the couch. She snatched her panties from the floor and backed away from him.
"You'd better put your pants on and get out of here," she said again. "My son and daughter are due home from school at any minute."
"Don't be that way, baby. I know you want to fuck." Barnett stroked his fully erect cock and pointed it at her. "You really want my prick in your cunt."
Kathy shook her head. It was impossible, but he was right. She did want his penis jammed up her hot twat. She needed it But she wasn't lying. David and Lisa were both due home from high school and junior high school at practically the same time. "Please get dressed," she begged. "What will my son and daughter say if they see you like this?"
Barnett looked at Kathy's feverish face and the lush curves of her body under her dress and he couldn't be sure she wasn't putting him on. But she did have a fourteen year old son and a fifteen year old daughter. Besides, he'd gotten his cock sucked good, and it didn't pay to be too greedy for now. There was always later.
He stepped into his pants and put his shoes back on. Then he straightened his shirt and tie. "Call me when you want to continue our conversation," he said with a leer.
Kathy stooped and hastily stepped into her panties. She pulled them up her long, graceful legs until she felt them snugly embrace her sex mound. It was a comforting, protected feeling until she looked and saw the detective still leering at her, his eyes fastened on the full crotch of her pink nylon panties as they covered her pubic mound.
Quickly, Kathy stepped past him and unlocked the door. "Good bye," she said.
"You're sure you don't want me to investigate further?"
"You've done what you've been paid for, Mr. Barnett," Kathy said stiffly. "You won't get paid for anything else."
Barnett thought about plunging his steaming, aching prick into her hot pussy and he knew she'd be a wild fuck. Just the way she'd come apart when he was sucking her snatch convinced him she was worth a little extra effort. However, he just nodded.
"I gotcha, Mrs. King. I read you like a book." He smiled and turned and walked away from the average suburban house thinking that not all of these tract houses were alike at least not inside where the important stuff went on.
He practically brushed by David King and the boy only registered on his mind as confirmation about Kathy King's excuse to get him out of the house. At the bottom of the sidewalk that wound up across the sloping green lawn, Barnett stared up at the house with its clean white paint and the crisp green shrubs that bordered it and began planning his next visit there.
It was funny, he thought, that she wanted the tapes and then didn't want the divorce. Maybe she was some kind of religious freak. Barnett smiled to himself. It didn't really matter. He liked married women as much as he liked divorcees. Particularly ones as attractive and interesting as Kathy King. There wasn't a woman he knew who had a hotter cunt. And Cliff Barnett was going to' make sure she didn't get a chance to cool it off.
"Hi, Mom." David came through the front door into the living room. His mother didn't return his greeting. He supposed she was out. Looking around the room he saw the tape equipment sitting in front of the couch. Curious, he walked over to it and punched the play button to hear what was on the tape.
"Oh. Oh. Oh. Ooooooooooa Fuck me good, Al. Run that hot prick up my twat, darling. Yes. Yes. YES. That's the way to do it. Shove it in there. Honey, cram that meat into me..."
There was heavy breathing and the teenaged boy stood staring at the tape recorder. He couldn't think of anything to do. Obviously his mother had been listening to it. And that man.
"Hunch your ass up baby Hold it open. Wide open. Give me something to shoot at. Spread your legs and I'll shove this up to your tonsils"
David shook his head. The man's voice was strangely familiar. But ... what was happening was totally perverted. His mother had obviously been listening to dirty tape recordings.
"NO!" Kathy rushed out of the bathroom and into the living room to hastily snap the off switch on the tape recorder.
"Mom, what was that?" David stared at his mother, seeing her in a new light. She had obviously been taking a shower. Her skin was wet and the robe she'd thrown on to rush out of the bathroom in was light and gauzy and plastered to her skin like thin paint. The boy gulped. As his mother bent over the low table her full breasts hung down, pouting out so they filled the material of her robe to capacity. The undersides seemed so soft and quivery and exciting. They bulged into spheres that were topped by blunt nipples that showed their form even through the material of her dress.
Just the snatches of conversation on the tape had aroused David, bringing his large cock to partial fullness. But seeing his mother like this excited him all the way and his penis blossomed into its full rigidity.
His mother didn't notice. Kathy, in her haste to shut the tape recorder up, had moved between David and a window streaming in bright, afternoon sunlight.
David thought he was going to cum in his pants. The light shone brilliantly through the robe and although his mother couldn't guess, he could clearly see the neat fluff of hair that wiggled between her legs as she moved. He even imagined that he could see the faint outline of her vaginal lips and, for some reason, it excited him tremendously.
"M m m mom," he stuttered.
Kathy looked at her son and she was so ashamed of what he had to be thinking that she almost couldn't think straight. "David," she said, "it isn't what you think..."
"Those tapes..."
Impulsively. Kathy threw her arms around her son's neck and pulled him against her. He was shorter than she was and his face was pillowed against the heated softness of her billowing breasts. She knew it was a mistake. Instantly her body was flooded with unstoppable sensations Barnett had her in such a state that she couldn't control her emotions. Besides, it was just then that she felt her son's stiff prick pressing through his trousers and against her softly rounded leg.
"They're ... they're tapes a detective made. Of your father," Kathy said.
"Mother. They're filthy, disgusting." David moved against her and it seemed as if by accident that his hand brushed against her taut breast. But to Kathy it was an electric bolt shooting through the most sensitive part of her body.
"Yes, David," she said. She clutched him to her and smelled that peculiar odor of masculinity and nearly forgot that it was her son in her arms. Barnett had aroused her so much, had had her so hot that she had to find relief. "Darling," she moaned. She bent her head and began kissing her son's face. Her body was wracked by torment and she held him close for reassurance.
His cock slid silkily up and down her thigh and his hands seemed to brush her full breasts with more and more frequency. Kathy couldn't help it. She was being turned on by her .own son. She could feel the juice squeezing out between the tight clenched lips of her pussy and she responded to his non stop stroking.
"Mom." David nestled closer to her and his hand slid down from her tit to the soft, undulating wave of her hip. His hand was hot. And then even hotter as he slid his fingers down the front of her body over the smooth hint of a belly and then under his mother's robe in one fluid motion.
Kathy was on fire. His fingers tracked lightly over her bare skin. It touched her in secret places that jangled her nerves until she practically couldn't talk. "Noooooo," she moaned.
"Yes. Yes. Yes." David's voice was thick with lust. Her fourteen year old son was intent on taking her even by rape, if necessary, and Kathy couldn't resist him.
She screamed softly when his fingers found the soft, swampy flesh between her thighs. She was hot and quivery. Her flesh trembled like Jello under his fingers and she jumped the first time his finger riffled the thick pubic hair guarding her vaginal lips.
His finger was hot in her cunt. He was inexperienced and he just forced his finger between her slightly moistened lips, jabbing into her tunnel without really warming her up for it.
It hurt slightly. But Kathy was shivering with the reaction because the hurt was wonderfully pleasurable. She sighed and spread her legs a little and let him back her up against the couch and push her down.
"David," she murmured. "David."
But her young, handsome son was dazed by his own emotions. His eyes had a glaze to them as he followed her down on the couch and placed his hot lips on hers while his fingers twirled and turned in her tight hole. Kathy arched her back and pressed her tits up against his chest. She spread her legs wider, letting his finger slide more firmly into her aching twat. filling the void that was there.
It took time, long moments as she battled with her conscience, but finally her fingers touched his leg and followed his thigh to where she had seen the magnificent bulge of his youthful prick. She thrilled when she felt its throbbing heat through the material of his trousers. It was stiff, iron bar hard. And big. It filled her hand and she knew that he was going to stuff it in her and she couldn't even resist.
"Ooooooooooouuuummmm," she moaned. She twitched her hips and felt his fingers twitching in her cunt in response. His hand brushed against her clitoris by accident and she screamed softly. It was like a match head in her twat. Searing pleasure shot in all directions with the same force as if she had burned herself.
But these feelings she wanted to go on and on forever.
David was inexperienced. He hardly did more than flash his finger in and out of her cunt. But she was unbelievably turned on. She knew it was probably because he was her son. The perversity of preparing to fuck her own boy started molten fires in her twat.
"Oh, Mother," he gasped. His hands ran up and down the length of her body, brushing over her soft sex mound and her jiggly tits like gentle feathers.
Kathy stared at her son, seeing him for the first time. He was young, but well built. His shoulders were broad for his body and his maturing muscles were just beginning to show through his silky skin. "Come closer," she whispered. Her fingers fluttered across the front of his shirt undoing the buttons and she was thrilled by the sight of his smooth chest, still almost hairless, but solidly muscled. It had been so long since she'd seen even that much of him.
As David's shirt came off she lifted her lips slightly and kissed his flat, tiny nipples. It was a strange and wonderful feeling to be doing that.
"Oh, oh, Mother," the boy moaned. He responded to her strange caress with the full sensual force of his body. "I like that. Yes, Mother, yes. Do it again. Please."
His hands trapped her head, holding her close. But Kathy trailed her lips down his smooth, warm belly and he let her. She didn't want to think about where she was going or what she was doing, but she had no choice. Outlined sharply under his pants' leg was his penis. And Kathy knew that was her goal.
After what she had done with Barnett, she told herself, what she was going to do wasn't bad. And she visualized her son's pretty peter. It had to be soft and wrinkled and unsullied. Pure. Innocent. A flush of heated pleasure welled up inside her tits and seemed to force her nipples to pop out. She wanted to rub them across his penis. She wanted to feel his cock all over her steaming body, touching her, jabbing into her, filling her up.
Her hands trembled as they undid his belt buckle. And then her fingers pulled the tab of his zipper down, right over the hefty bulge of his penis.
David's pants dropped down around the boy's ankles. Kathy couldn't resist the intense sensations generated in her cunt any longer. She threw her arms around his hips and hugged his crotch to her face. His masculine aroma was strong even through the soft knit cotton of his shorts. The heated skin of his cock was like a hot pipe under the material and she pressed her cheek against it. Eagerly her fingers hooked in the waistband of his shorts and tugged downward. The material seemed to catch for an instant and then whisk away entirely.
"David, darling," Kathy whimpered. The material had flashed away in a fraction of a second and Kathy's cheek was pressed firmly against his hot, naked flesh.
Slowly Kathy nestled her face in her son's crotch. His penis touched her across the nose, the lips and her chin. His burning balls coated her face with an invisible blanket of sweat, heavy with his masculine odor.
Kathy couldn't restrain herself. Her tongue flicked out and slid between her son's legs and licked the ever present sweat that hovered between his thighs.
"Oh, my God, Mommmm," David cried softly. Her tongue had stroked the underside of his balls as she finished touching his testicles with her tongue. His cock was hard, rigid. It stood at attention, pressing against her face while her lips sucked at his balls. Instantly it was throbbing, tapping at her cheeks, the hot glans leaving the barest traces of sticky moisture on her skin.
Kathy's crotch was all quivery. She moved her face and felt rather than saw her son's beautiful prick slide against her lips to be sucked in with a soft slurping noise.
She trembled all over as she realized what she had done. Her lips tightened convulsively over the swollen head of his cock and slide behind the mushroom shaped head where she easily held on by sucking lightly. Her tongue explored his dick, rubbing gently over the enlarged tip, stroking the sensitive, textured surface and sliding around on the slick skin on the neck of his shaft. And each touch brought its own reward. David's throbbing dick spurted almost invisible droplets of pre-seminal fluid into her mouth.
The flavor was pungent. Mixed with her hot saliva it permeated her whole being.
To Kathy there was a forbidden thrill, an excitement from the flavor of her own son's penis. that she couldn't describe for anything. She had sucked Barnett's cock and swallowed his cum, but this was different. Each burning droplet of cam he released in her mouth triggered an urgent, frantic craving in her vagina. She wanted this cock to spill its hot essence in her mouth. And then ... and then she prayed for it to find its way into her spasming cunt and stretch her open and fuck her into heaven.
"Mom, suck me," David demanded. His hands burrowed into her hair and held her face pressed tightly against his body while his cock was enveloped in the warm, moist shelter of her mouth. It felt to David as if he had plunged his prick into warm, clinging butter. Every move he made was magnified a thousand times and his mother's lips were a firm band masturbating his pulsating penis.
"That's the way, Mom. That's the way." His hips swayed back and forth as he fucked his cock in and out of her mouth. It was like fucking the softest cunt in the world only a hundred times better. His penis slapped the back of her throat. Her tongue rubbed his quivering cock until it was even harder, and her hips pursed and sucked at him like no pussy could possibly be capable of doing. His mother's soft lips.
Thinking about it was too much for the boy. His fingers tightened in her hair and he pulled her down hard on his cock. His balls tightened and pulsed and even as her cool fingers stroked them the head of his cock exploded with unrestrained fury.
"Mom, I'm cummmnimmming," he howled. "I'm cumming."
Kathy knew he was cumming all right. She felt his balls literally boiling and there was no mistaking the hard grasp of his fingers in her hair.
For a moment, Kathy was frightened. The perverseness of what she was doing overwhelmed her. She couldn't imagine anything more lascivious than hanging onto the end of her son's pecker with her lips, threatening to pull it off, feeling his hot cream pumping up from his balls into his cock tube.
And then the deluge started. The hot, musty semen spurted into her mouth and Kathy was forced to swallow and swallow as it coated her tongue and cheeks almost as fast as she gulped it down. But she didn't let go. Her lips arduously dampen down like a rubber hand seal around the end of his peter and not a drop of his fluid escaped her.
When it started, Kathy couldn't help putting her hand between her own thighs and rubbing her finger in the puffy crack that split her between her thighs. And as David poured his juice into her mouth, she rubbed harder and harder and faster and faster until she couldn't stop her finger from slipping inside her crack and stroking the inside walls of her vagina.
It was almost like having a cock inside her. She would have screamed, if she could have.