Chapter 7
"Ohhhh."
The sudden sound made both Kathy and Al look around. Al was getting ready to force his wife into some other sexual act. But they forgot their mutual animosity at that moment.
Al hadn't closed the bedroom door when he'd forced Kathy inside and now their fifteen year old daughter Lisa was standing in the hallway, looking in. She had a stunned expression on her face and her cheeks were apple red. But Kathy also thought there was a strange expression in her daughter's eyes.
Before either one of them could say anything, however, Lisa had bolted down the hall to her own room.
Kathy could imagine what Lisa had seen. It must have been a shock to her daughter to have seen her mother sucking on her father's fat prick that way. Particularly the brutal way Al had forced her to run her lips up and down his thick, slippery cock shaft. She wondered how long Lisa had watched.
Kathy was embarrassed If her daughter had seen her jacking Al's cock off while she was sucking the end in her mouth, Kathy didn't know how she could ever face Lisa again.
"Goddamn you, this is your fault." Al glared at Kathy and then got a robe from the closet. "Don't move your cunt an inch," he ordered as he went after Lisa.
Kathy wasn't about to pay attention to anything Al had to say, however. As soon as he was out the door she sponged herself off and got dressed. As she walked down the hallway she could hear his voice murmuring as he talked to Lisa in her bedroom.
You bastard; she said to herself. And then she went out and slammed the door at the front of the house loud enough to let him know she was going.
When Kathy came home, it was after midnight, but Al was sitting up waiting for her. He was on the living room couch wearing his robe watching some late, late show on television. He'd been drinking. Kathy could smell it.
The minute she walked through the door, he slurred, "I want to talk to you." Either by accident or design, he brushed the robe open and showed her his naked pecker.
Despite her resolve, the sight of his warm, throbbing piece of meat started a slight shiver in Kathy's body and she remembered how it had felt as he raped her in cunt and ass and mouth earlier in the evening. She tried to deny to herself that she wanted it to happen again, but some bit of sense told her that she didn't have to come home. At least, not yet.
"The kids..." she began coldly.
" ... are asleep." Al glared at her and sucked on his drink. "Give me the tapes, Goddamnit. You can have your fucking divorce."
"That's big of you." Kathy was surprised. She hadn't believed that her husband would give in that easily and she was properly suspicious of her unasked for victory.
"I'll give you a fair settlement and I'll keep the kids."
Kathy's mouth dropped open. "You'll keep the kids!"
"That's what I said." Al smiled up at her and put his hand on his stiff prick and rubbed it so that he was sure Kathy could see what he was doing.
Kathy wondered if he guessed how much his actions disturbed her. She imagined his fingers rubbing her cunt, digging into her vagina. Her knees felt weak and she thought about prostrating herself in front of him and sucking his blushing red pecker. At least for a moment. Then she remembered Glenda and those other women and her attitude hardened. "No," she said. "You're not going to get David and Lisa and pervert them, I won't let you, Al. If you want to fuck all those women, that's your lookout. But you don't have to drag the kids into it."
Al stood and moved toward her and Kathy drew back.
"Come on, baby. Don't be that way." He smiled at her and waggled his prick with his hand. "We can still make it together."
Kathy couldn't help but be tempted. She had never felt anything like the fuck he had given her earlier and her cunt tingled just at the memory. She shook her head and backed off.
"All right," Al suddenly screamed. "I gave you your chance. You'll never get a dime if you drag me into divorce court. Not a dime." His voice was suddenly a drunken bowl ringing throughout the room.
"I didn't expect a dime or a divorce," Kathy said, smiling at him. "I know you've been keeping a double set of books ever since you started contracting, dear. And we're broke at least on paper. If I tell, you go to jail and I get nothing. If I don't tell, you'll just thumb your nose at me. And I still get nothing. I think the best thing is for us to just keep on going as we have been."
Al had his mouth open, as if flabbergasted by what Kathy said. "Then ... then what did you start all this for?" he asked. He stared at her with a puzzled frown on his face. "If it's all going to be the same as before, what did you make all the fuss for?"
Kathy smiled. "There's one change, darling. You can start sleeping out with one of your whores. I can't stand to have that stinking body of yours next to me anymore. No more sharing my bed or using my cunt as your personal exerciser. No more."
Flushing beet red, Al stared at his wife as if be wanted to kill her. He strangled on his voice as he asked, "You don't need the tapes, then. Give them to me, all right?"
"Fuck you," Kathy said. She turned and wiggled her pert ass for him, reminding him of what he was losing as she went into the bedroom.
Al followed but as he opened the door she threw his pants and shirt and shoes in his face as a big, unwieldy bundle. He staggered when the shoes hit him in the forehead. And then Kathy slammed the door and locked it. Al rattled the handle once or twice and then, after a few minutes of silence, Kathy heard the front door bang closed and she knew he was gone for the night.
Silently, Kathy undressed and slid into bed.
With the lights off she was lonely incredibly lonely and her hand cupped her slippery vagina and she massaged life back into it. She hadn't slept alone a single whole night through since she'd married Al. And now she was going to be spending the rest of her life sleeping alone.
Hesitantly her finger stroked up through the furry cover to her cunt, stirring the hair out of the way as she traced the line of her bulging cunt lips. She dreamed of a man's tongue following the same path. Of it slipping hot and thick between the two swollen pubes as her finger did, starting the flow of cunt juice that excited her like hot champagne in her vagina. Kathy began her first restless, lonely night by dreaming of pricks and tongues touching and stroking and penetrating her. Of her mouth full of semen and her cunt dripping cum as she luxuriated in her new sexual freedom.
She squeezed her thighs together and wondered, jealously, whose bed Al was in.
When she got up, Kathy popped her head out of the bedroom door and said good morning to Lisa just before the girl went out. Her daughter was rushing and her eyes seemed confused, but Kathy didn't know what she could say to the girl.
She supposed that David had already gone to school. Class started a half hour earlier for him than for Lisa. For that reason, she thought nothing of walking down the hallway dressed only in a filmy negligee. In the hall mirror, in fact, Kathy was able to see the dark patch of pubic hair over her cunt and the hard points of her nipples through the sheer material. She was justifiably proud of the trim body that showed through. Her tits were firm and high and bounced enticingly as she walked. Her buttocks were full but not fat with a curve that begged a man to cup them in his hand. Her thighs were smooth and round and flared out to wide, flat hips that were perfect to receive a man's penis.
And, though it didn't show, Kathy knew she had a beautiful, pink lipped tight pussy that could feel like heated iron around a man's sex pole while he was shoving it hard into her twat. As she walked, she thought about the feel of a man's balls pressed against her flesh as his pecker drilled into her slot filled her cunt to overflowing.
David's door was slightly ajar and she happened to glance inside as she walked by in the hall. Kathy stopped in sudden shock. Her son wasn't at school. He was in his room masturbating.
Kathy's eyes were hot as she watched the boy's hand slide up and down his throbbing penis and the way his cockhead seemed to swell and grow purple as his hand stroked upward. He was lying naked on the top of the covers and his prick was shiny wet with sweat. His face was furrowed and he seemed to be concentrating as his fingers squeezed around his penis and his hand jacked up and down. And then he moaned under his breath.
Unable to just watch, Kathy pressed the door open and stepped into her son's room. She walked closer and he opened his eyes and stared at her.
"Mom!" he said. His hand froze on his rigid, up thrust penis and his cheeks blushed.
"David." Kathy slumped to her knees on the foot of the bed and leaned forward until her face was almost touching his heated genitals. His hand still clutched the rigid length of his cock so hard it left marks on his skin. His balls were knotted tight under his peter as if he was getting ready to shoot at the moment she came into the room.
She wanted to tell him that he shouldn't, he mustn't do things like masturbating. That it was dirty. Nasty. Just like ... just like it had been when she had fucked him.
But Kathy couldn't say anything. All she was able to do was lean forward between his naked legs and stare at his beautiful teenager's cock. It was so much smoother than his father's, so much nicer looking that Kathy couldn't help wanting it rammed up her twat and jammed balls deep in her snatch. Gently she put her hand over his and replaced his grip with her cool fingers. His penis throbbed and she felt it getting harder as her fingers squeezed his sex rod like a soft tit.
Deliberately, Kathy moved her face closer and then with her small, pink tongue licked from his buttocks up to his balls.
"Yeoooow," David gasped. A small drop of crystal cum surfaced on his cock.
Kathy carefully licked it off and then ran her tongue down his penis to his balls where she started sucking and licking them with gusto. His balls had a marvelous soft feel to them and she brushed her cheek against them as she licked. Her lips were hot on his pecker and occasionally Kathy wound her lips warmly around his quivering cock head.
"Suck me," David moaned. The boy lay back flat on the bed and his penis stood straight up from his thighs begging for her mouth to slide over it and rub it to full ejaculation. "Suck it, please, Momma."
Kathy was unable to resist his plea. Her hands cupped under his buttocks and helped hold him up and her tongue snaked between his ass-cheeks and licked the round rubbery hole in his behind. It tasted musty, but Kathy continued to probe it with her tongue. David was so turned on it seemed to Kathy that her hand was holding a live eel instead of a rigid pecker. It seemed to jazz itself up and down in her hand without any help and as he jerked upwards against her grip, he let himself open for her tongue to pry into that tight ass-hole between his soft buttocks.
As his hips lowered, her hand pulled excruciatingly at his tingling penis and his ass-hole seemed to give way all at once and let her tongue lance deep into his gaping shit hole. David moaned once, loudly. His buttocks ground and the rim of his ass-hole ground heavily against the tip of her tongue which still probed his rear.
Kathy felt her pussy weeping moisture. She was tongue fucking her son's ass-hole. And as her tongue lanced inside that rubbery opening, she knew what she was going to do to get even with the foul, degenerate beast who was her husband. She resolved to let her own son do everything to her that she never permitted him to do. She was going to make a gift of herself her sexual self to her son. To make a better man out of him than her husband, his father, ever thought of being.
Deciding that, the burden fell off of Kathy's shoulders and she sighed with relief. Her tongue stabbed deep into his jiggling ass-hole. So deep that the taper of her tongue forced him open and David couldn't hold back any longer.
"Aaaaggghhhh," he wailed.
Between Kathy's fingers his cock jabbed and pulsed upward and she felt the hot throbbing of his semen in the tube only seconds before he was spurting his sticky fluid all over the room.
Kathy looked up and licked her lips, tasting the first drops of semen that splashed heatedly on her face. And then it was a deluge of hot, sticky liquid and she couldn't lick fast enough. It made her heart pound in her breast when she realized that despite the force of his ejaculation, David's eyes were still focused hungrily on the opening at the neck of her robe and that he was mentally stroking her soft, smooth breasts.
She was glad she had a lusty son. It just meant that the sacrifice that she was going to make would be worthwhile. It would be appreciated.
She licked the sweet cum off his cock and fondled it, relieved that even after the outpouring of semen was over, he was still as stiff and hard ... and long ... as ever.
All that was going to stand him in good stead.